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Finally got a chance to watch Ruan Mei's Myriad Celestia trailer! What a beautiful video. I hope I win my 50/50 while pulling for her.
A few thoughts:
She says "plum blossoms (梅花) bloom and wither", and I can't help but think of the double meaning where the plum blossoms would refer to her, Ruan Mei (阮梅). In her eyes, life is transient and to live is to be lonely... though the way I see it, that's part of what makes life so beautiful. It's what you make out of life that makes your life meaningful.
We all saw the connections to Shuhu, or if not Shuhu then at least some other kind of abomination of the Abundance on "No Man's Land" right? That is undoubtedly a reference.
Other people have already pointed out that these look like Blade's eyes, and it's pretty well established among people that Mihoyo/Hoyoverse does not play around with stuff like coincidences. It's definitely intentional, and there's absolutely a connection.
The design reminds me of the eyes from the Herrscher of the Void in Honkai Impact 3rd, though I don't know enough about that game or its lore to comment anything else there.
"I understood the vastness of the universe too early[...] birth, growth, death... lamenting the process of life is the origin of my thinking." A lot to unpack here.
More importantly to me, I get where she's coming from. Her train of thought follows, if life is meant to die anyways, what's the point of existing/living? It's too hard to comprehend. There's no simple answer for something like that, and people dedicate their lives to finding answers or making satisfactory responses of their own.
The "pure" thing she's trying to achieve, the "fundamental" research she's looking for, the "mysteries of the universe" and "deeper answers"... it's likely something above the realm of life and beyond the laws of nature, born out of her laments.
It becomes quickly obvious that Ruan Mei's research is investigating the Abundance Propagation, especially given her interest in biological sciences.
"It is born of wonder, does not resist, and does not grieve." Is... is she talking about the fucking critters? My bet's on "it" being kind of artificial life-form, and the critters are the only thing I can think of right now that's relevant to her character and what we know about the next update.
In quotes: "It asked me... where does the research end...?" Why is the "it asked me" part quoted too in the subtitles? Is this going to be a line in a quest? Regardless, Ruan Mei's pursuit of that which transcends mortal bounds is... probably where her research will end. Depends on if she'll ever make it that far, who knows?
In pointing out the color in life then saying "it has nothing to do with me", she establishes distance between herself and her mortality. Which. I mean. When you live in a universe where what must have been long thought to be impossible has become probable, and an individual can outlive the rise and fall of civilizations, I guess she's not wrong. She could be effectively immortal if she wanted to; think of her colleagues, Herta and Screwllum. But that's such a sad way to look at life, detaching yourself from caring at all... nothing to lose, nothing to gain, so she says. What an objective approach to everything. No care for the details at all.
The part I think that caught the most attention: "dissect Remembrance, control Equilibrium, deconstruct Beauty, and reproduce Permanence" via manipulation of life. A lot to say here too, but I can workshop that in another post.
Obviously, these refer to the various Aeons, in order being Fuli, HooH, Idrila, and Long, the latter two of which are dead.
The subtitles censor the word, but it's rather clear she says "perhaps I, too, can become an Aeon". At least, it's clearly heard in the English version.
In the Chinese video what I ended up hearing was "成为星" (literally means become a star) but the subtitles say "成为██", which indicates she actually meant to say something else and is missing a second character. Aeon in Chinese is 星神 (star god), so it's more likely than not that the word she said here is Aeon.
I don't even know with the Japanese dub, man. I turned on subtitles and saw the ██, but thought I heard 「イーオン」 (aeon, but with a Japanese accent). I don't play in Japanese dub so I have no clue if they say 星神 as Aeon read with katakana or as the way it's intended to be pronounced in Japanese.
I'm of the opinion that Ruan Mei doesn't actively want to be an Aeon. To begin with, her interests don't have to do with ascending to the position of one anyways, but rather, being an Aeon brings her a step closer to what she actually wants to achieve: finding the secrets within the universe. She can work towards that goal even without becoming an Aeon.
She points out that children behave better when given rewards, and at the end of the video mentions she'll reward her "assistant"/the Trailblazer. I get where she's coming from, but that is such wild whiplash to end on.
Great video, 10/10, would watch again. I did. In three of the four languages the video was officially released in... I don't understand Korean. The people casted for her voice did a fantastic job. Looking forward to seeing her soon, and good luck to everyone pulling!
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Hey, you don’t have to take the time to answer this, but you seem to have experience writing image IDs and I wanted to ask if you have any advice? I’ve read a couple a of guide posts I’ve found on here and am probably ready to give it a go, but I just wanted to ask a familiar face/profile pic for any suggestions! Specifically, whether it’s better to put the ID in the alt text thingy or in the actual text, and what to put at the beginning and end of the ID?
Sorry for all the questions!! Have a nice day!!!
Hi! On alt text- I find that putting an image description in the post is best practice. The alt text button placed on the image, which can obscure parts of it when reading it or screenshotting it. Leaving the ID in the body of the post also allows for the text to be bigger so it is easier to read.
Image IDs don't need to be an essay, getting across the sentiment of an image without describing things like "Hard-to-spot background person in the crowd #6 is wearing a blue shirt" is usually more important.
Here is a masterpost of meme template image IDs!
I'm not able to describe every post I reblog, but describing one post is better than no post. The image ID community I've seen have been super nice, and we all try to help each other out if we catch typos or mistakes in each other's IDs. It's also 100% reccomended to copy and paste other people's IDs on threads of a post without an ID, as scrolling through the notes of a post to find an ID months or years back is pretty annoying.
If you or anyone reading were interested at all, I'd reccomend describing images on your original posts, even if you don't ID other people's posts. It makes it easier to understand for everyone, even people who aren't visually impaired.
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website update blog #12 (May 22nd, 2022)
hello! i'm back with some actual changes to the site now!
i apologize if the last website update blog was like...
hold on lemme check my tumblr-
wait a minute...
ALMOST 1 MONTH???
damn. well, i got some changes to show yall anyway sooo lets start!
last time i discussed my website, i told yall that i will remake the whole thing over, and THAT, is going to be my main focus.
so i moved the old files to a new folder called /legacy and made a new html file and css file.
i then thought of how im going to go about organizing this thing. i thought about it for an absurdly long time, and then i had an idea.
what if we organized it as such where the style of an html element can be changed just by using the "class" attribute?
its hard to explain so ill just show you what im talking about:
(if you dont want to read this part just scroll down until you see the word SKIP HERE!)
ill give you a div element:
but i want to change how it looks, since its just bland text on the preview shown.
that's where these classes come in!
these classes are basically just there to change how any html's look! (with the help of the class attribute)
turning the div into a black rectangle with a shadow
turning the div into a white rectangle with shadow
turning a div into a white rectangle (no shadow needed (although it looks like the rectangle isnt there anymore, but trust me, it still does)
and more! you can do a whole lot with these combinations, and theres even more classes i havent told you yet, like the button and flex classes, but to put it simply, button adds a transition where the rectangle changes color from white to black and and animation that makes the rectangle slightly go up and flex is to arrange the rectangles in rows and columns.
SKIP HERE!
anyway back to the website...
this was the breakthrough idea that made recreating the website SO MUCH EASIER.
aaand after only 10 days, i finally finished!
i will now explain the changes i have made with the website (compared to my website before i recreated it)! it should be obvious but i will do it anyway.
- i added a github button!
this button serves two purposes:
its a button to redirect you to the github repository of the website!
its to get the /section buttons to actually look like they are centered.
the main problem of the old navbar was that it did not look centered AT ALL, so i couldnt really center the thing without looking off and weird...
and now, with the github button, everything looks decent!
- changed the footer to look like a simple (rounded) rectangle at the bottom of the page.
this was to "solve" the problem which i had with the footer thingy which was that:
if i wanted the footer to fix on the bottom of the textbox,
but when i zoom out theres so much visibe dead space at the bottom.
and another thing, if i want the footer to stay at the bottom of the screen, it doesnt look like theres dead space, buttttt
the damn footer takes up 10% of the total screen space
so i had an idea...
what if we just contain it in a small rectangle instead of looking like the navbar?
it clearly does not solve the dead space at the bottom problem, but atleast it looks nicer than before and it doesnt look like the navbar anymore :D
oh and also
- I FINALLY FINISHED THE SLOOSHI PHOTO IN THE SIDE OF THE TEXTBOX AFTER LIKE 1 MONTH
YOU CAN SEE THE CHARACTER ON THE IMAGE I JUST SHOWED YOU IF YOU HAVENT NOTICED YET
THIS SHIT TOOK ME SO LONG TO ADD ARMATURES AND POSES AND I FINALLY FINISHED ITHBHRDJ FNJKCKXLM<
i just hope yall like it :>
aaaaaaand thats all that i have changed while recreating the thingy!!!
now the new stuff (theres only one):
- I added a new section on my website called sushiwt/lite!
based on @pagerorgy's sc36.net (and by based i mean i downloaded the html file of the website and edited it), this WAS a temporary home while i was remaking it, but now its just a place where you can see EVERYTHING the site has to offer (in only 1 table)!
i apologize of the fact that this blog is so long, so heres a tl;dr
i remade the website with a convenient way to change the look of an element
i changed the footer's look, added big slooshi, and
added sushiwt/lite, everything in my site in one table
ok goobai :D
- sushiwt <3
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tying you to me
For @sugar-and-spice-witcher-bingo
Prompt: crafting
Pairing: Geraskier, implied Geralt/Yen in one line
Rating: T for language
Warnings: None
Summary:
As they lay in bed, Jaskier snuggled and breathing humid against his chest hair, Geralt remembers the pattern from Novigrad. A sweater with stretchy ribbing around the wrists and bottom hemline, a high collar. Intricate cabling criss-crossing up the front, making the fabric thick and sturdy. The scroll is stuffed into one of his saddlebags where he’d put it after purchase when he’d cursed himself for wasting the coin.
Jaskier snuffles closer, his grip tightening around Geralt’s waist as he soaks the added warmth through his skin, and Geralt has an idea.
Or: Geralt doesn't know about the boyfriend sweater curse.
Read more on AO3 or below the cut!
Geralt learned to knit out of necessity. Winters in Kaedwen, especially up in the mountains, are bitter cold, and require not only animal skins but woolen socks, hats, scarves, blankets. They keep a flock of sheep for the very purpose. And before—when there were others, even occasionally a proper staff—it would be part of the normal workings of the castle to have several sets of hands dedicated to knitting up useful garments to keep them from freezing their balls off when the frost came.
There are fewer hands now, but also fewer balls in danger of freezing. Geralt and Vesemir handle the bulk of it, these days—Eskel with fingers too big and clumsy to be much help, Lambert too fidgety and quick to rip out all his progress into a tangled mess of wool in a fit of frustration. In the evenings they sit by the great hall fire in mostly silence and take turns spinning the roving into yarn, winding skeins, chipping away at the endless miles of plain stocking stitch, and seaming panels together. (Sometimes Geralt will embellish the design with cables, or a moss stitch—unconventional patterns he’s started to see in the larger cities, sold by the fancier merchants. He may have paid a few crowns for the scroll describing the pattern for one particular sweater he saw in a shop in Novigrad. He has not mentioned this to Vesemir.)
It may be necessity, but Geralt would choose it even if it wasn’t. These are the things his hands are good for: wielding a sword; harvesting various glands and organs; curling into fists; crushing windpipes; skinning rabbits. Bandaging Ciri’s scrapes. Bringing Yen’s pleasure. Curling around the back of Jaskier’s neck, drawing their lips together. And, when it’s over, when there’s nothing to kill and no one to care for, he can create. He can put it all to the side and count off to himself, knit-purl, knit-purl, knit-purl, knit, knit, knit, around and around, back and forth, and this thing will grow from the rhythm of his fingers, from the steady loop and pull that he’s done thousands of times, taught by some witcher instructor decades ago whose name he no longer recalls. He had bushy eyebrows that waggled as he worked. That’s all the memory that’s left of him.
Anyway, it’s easy to allow the hours to pass until Vesemir excuses himself to bed and the fire burns down and takes the light with it. One such night, just as Geralt is squinting at his work to finish this one last row, the hall door creaks open.
“Geralt,” Jaskier says sleepily, “are you still in here? ‘S late, love.”
Knit, knit, knit. “Mm,” says Geralt. “I’m here. Just finishing up.”
“I’ll wait for you, then.” Jaskier pads in his sockfeet across the stone to the armchair Geralt occupies. He sits himself on the rug with his back against Geralt’s legs, knees pulled up to his chest. “Brr. ‘S chilly, too.”
Geralt drops the needle in his right hand, maintaining tension on the working yarn with his left. He runs his free hand through Jaskier’s bed-mussed hair, brushes against his cold ear, down to the soft skin behind it. “Not wearing a coat.”
“Well I wasn’t heading outside, seemed like a—” He yawns, jaw cracking. “—a lot of trouble just to come downstairs. But I now see my mistake.”
“Always have to wear a coat at night,” Geralt says. “Or be under blankets. Or both.”
“Or acquire a personal witcher furnace, unless he’s down here ‘til gods know what hour making yet more mittens for the princess.”
Geralt looks down at the large rectangle he’s been working on. “Lap blanket,” he says. For Ciri, when she’s studying in the library. It gets drafty in there even with the fire blazing.
“For the library?” says Jaskier, tipping his head back to see Geralt. “Good thinking. She’ll love it.”
Geralt releases him and goes back to his work, but knits at most ten stitches before Jaskier shivers again, his teeth chattering before he gets himself under control. Setting the blanket aside, middle of the row be damned, he concedes, “Let’s go back to bed.”
“No, you’re—you’re not done with—” Jaskier cannot finish his sentence for the yawn that overtakes him. “M’kay. Let’s go.”
As they lay in bed, Jaskier snuggled and breathing humid against his chest hair, Geralt remembers the pattern from Novigrad. A sweater with stretchy ribbing around the wrists and bottom hemline, a high collar. Intricate cabling criss-crossing up the front, making the fabric thick and sturdy. The scroll is stuffed into one of his saddlebags where he’d put it after purchase when he’d cursed himself for wasting the coin.
Jaskier snuffles closer, his grip tightening around Geralt’s waist as he soaks the added warmth through his skin, and Geralt has an idea.
*
The next evening, after dinner has been consumed and cleaned up, Vesemir and Geralt move to the fire as usual. Vesemir is working up a new hat for Lambert, who has the shortest hair among them and has one practically pasted to his head all winter long.
Geralt spares a glance to his blanket-in-progress, and then veers toward the wooden chest that stores their yarn stash. He puts aside plain ball after plain ball, until finally he admits defeat and turns to Vesemir and asks, “Do we have any dye?”
“No,” says Vesemir, not looking up. He knits with the yarn looped around the back of his neck to keep the tension, instead of around his fingers. He says it’s easier on his old joints. Geralt thinks it looks preposterous, but it gets the job done. “Not a drop. And that’s never bothered you before.”
“I’m thinking of making a gift,” says Geralt. “I think they’d prefer it to be dyed.”
“Ah, the bard. Yes. I suppose he would.”
“I want him to actually wear it.”
“Indeed.”
“He says coats are too bulky and ponderous, and they dampen his spirits.”
“Foolish boy. He’ll learn.”
“So we have no dye? Of any color?”
“None,” says Vesemir. “Though it may be that there are some old skeins in the back of the cupboard by the linens. I recall that some of our forebears had rather expensive taste, for witchers. Quite wasteful of them. If you ask me.”
Geralt murmurs his thanks, pulls on a cloak, and makes his way through the frozen corridors to the cabinet in the laundry. Along the way he passes the study, and overhears Eskel dominating Jaskier in another round of Gwent.
“Eskel, you dirty cheating bastard, there is no way you just had that card.”
“Where d’you think I kept it, bard?”
“Up your sleeve, behind your ear, under the table, I dunno—”
“Down your pants,” Lambert chimes in, and Geralt hears Ciri giggle. She’s been spending too much time with the witchers now that Yen has departed for the season. Geralt should probably intervene more often.
“—maybe you magicked me with a sign thingy so I wouldn’t notice, but I’m sure you didn’t have it in hand a turn ago, I’ll swear that on—”
“Yes, Lambert, I’ve got Gwent cards lining my codpiece, naturally, even a few stuffed between my—”
Geralt rounds the corner and their voices fade away.
As Vesemir said, there is a small box pushed all the way to the back of the cupboard in amongst the linens. He opens it without much hope, but is surprised to find it full to the brim with yarn of deep reds and blues, all of some soft texture very unlike the itchy wool they’re accustomed to. Sniffing it, he decides it is from some type of goat. He also decides, based on its lack of musty odor, that it is not nearly old enough to have belonged to one of their forebears.
Well, in exchange for the use of the yarn, he’ll allow Vesemir his secret.
He carries the whole lot back to the great hall.
“You found it,” Vesemir remarks, now nearly done with the hat.
“Right where you said,” says Geralt. “You don’t mind if I use it?”
“As much as you like,” he replies disinterestedly, “if you’ll leave me the fuck alone while you do.”
Fair enough.
Geralt selects the red—a deep burgundy that will pair with the blush on Jaskier’s cheeks after a few glasses of wine. He pulls the scroll from his trouser pocket, and begins casting on as the pattern instructs.
*
When he hears Jaskier’s tread in the hall, he hastily pulls the half-finished lap blanket over his new project.
“Bedtime, Witcher,” says Jaskier, peering over his shoulder. “Didn’t make much progress on that tonight, did you?”
“It’s a big blanket,” Geralt grunts. “Eskel’s been practicing sleight of hand since we were boys. Don’t play him for money.”
“I bloody knew it,” Jaskier exclaims. He wheels around and stomps back out of the hall, suitably distracted. “Eskel! You’ll never believe what Geralt’s just told me!”
*
The sweater is slow going, since he does have to put real work into the blanket every once in a while to keep Jaskier’s suspicions to heel.
Over the next few weeks, it becomes near an open secret in the keep what Geralt is up to. Lambert catches him cursing late one evening as he is ripping back several rows to fix a cable he’d mistakenly crossed the wrong way.
“Whazzat,” Lambert says, crunching on a mouthful of tree nuts.
“Fuck off,” Geralt says. He squints and carefully tries to secure a dropped loop back on the needle. If it ladders down, he’s done for—there’ll be no fixing it while maintaining the pattern. He’s not nearly good enough for that.
“Looks like you’re fucking it up,” Lambert chews.
“I am. That’s why I told you to fuck off.”
“Thought that’s just how you decided to greet me now. That’s what Vesemir does.” He shoves another fistful of nuts into his mouth, though Geralt isn’t sure he’s swallowed the first.
“It’s not a bad idea.”
He manages to pick up that last loop before disaster strikes, and moves the stitches around on the needles to make sure they all look right. Then he shoves the left-hand stitches all the way up to the tip so he can continue.
Lambert leans down to examine the fabric, then runs his finger down the pattern with his eyebrow raised. “This is some fancy shit, Geralt, you giant poof.”
“It’s not for me,” he says.
Lambert swallows, belches, and says, “My point exactly. ‘S for Jaskier, innit.”
Geralt doesn’t bother answering as he approaches the cable he’d made a mess of the first time around. Lambert claps him on the shoulder with the hand he’s been using as a nut-to-mouth delivery tool, which leaves salt behind on his tunic.
“That’s okay. Your secret’s safe with me.”
“Thanks,” says Geralt wryly.
“Anyway, I’m outta here. This boring bullshit still gives me hives.”
He exits the hall and the door shuts heavily behind him. Geralt finishes recrossing the cable and, turning to check his pattern, finds it covered in greasy fingerprints.
Eskel, on the other hand, sits himself in Vesemir’s usual seat one night and sets to quietly whittling a whistle. After several hours, Geralt holds up the near completed front panel of his sweater and says, “Do you think Jaskier will like this?”
Eskel doesn’t even look at it. “Geralt, you could spit on a log and hand it to him and Jaskier would love it.” His knife stills. “Maybe don’t do that, though.”
To their credit, none of the other witchers say a word—possibly for lack of caring—and Geralt is able to rely on them to keep Jaskier occupied most nights while he finishes the front and back panels and seams them up.
Before he begins work on the sleeves, the pattern warns, the wearer should try on the body to ensure proper fit.
“Well, shit,” he says aloud. He can’t ask Jaskier to try it on and ruin the surprise. He holds it up against himself, trying to judge if they are similar enough size to judge whether it will fit Jaskier. Geralt, certainly, is wider in the chest and shoulders, but as long as he can get it on without stretching it too much he should be able to check the length. And, if it fits Geralt or is loose, it will certainly be too large on Jaskier.
It will have to do.
The next morning he rises early and takes the sack in which he’s been storing his project to Ciri’s bedroom. He knocks softly.
“Ciri?” he calls, mouth close to the door. “Can I use your mirror for a moment?”
“Mnnngh,” he hears. He takes this as an invitation.
The only visible part of her, when he lets himself in, is a tangle of hair escaping from under the pile of furs on the bed. He sets his sack delicately in front of the only full-length mirror in the keep and says, “Morning, Princess.”
“F’ off,” the fur pile groans. “No it’s not.”
“You really have been spending too much time with Lambert,” Geralt comments mildly as he pulls the unfinished sweater out and checks it for damage in transport, though he knows it was safe in the bag and only traveled up some stairs. “He’s a bad influence.”
“I’ve always been like this when rudely awakened at the crack of dawn,” Ciri says, muffled. “Don’t think any of you are special.”
“You cursed at the royal servants?”
“Quite regularly.”
Geralt shrugs the layers off his top half down to his undershirt while she continues to stretch and grumble wordlessly in the warmth of her bed. He pulls the sweater over his head; the neckline snags on his ears but otherwise he should be okay to try to get his arms in. He squeezes his right arm in and up, aiming for the proper hole—
“Geralt,” Ciri says icily, “what, by the gods, is that?”
He turns around, contorted in the confines of the too-tight sweater. She’s sitting up with her hair a wild tangle and her eyes wide in horror. “What’s what?”
“That garment!”
“It’s…a sweater? I’m making it.”
Geralt thinks he may be missing something very important.
“For yourself?”
“…No, for Jaskier. He needs another—”
“Don’t you care about the curse?”
Geralt finishes fitting himself into the sweater and tugs it down over his stomach while Ciri continues to stare at him in expectant horror. Thus no longer trapped, he decides to engage. “The what?”
Ciri slumps forward, briefly puts her face in her hands. “Good gods, Geralt, you really can’t be helped. But I also cannot allow you to give Jaskier a handmade sweater. Despite your…personal challenges”—at this, Geralt tilts his head and opens his mouth to ask exactly what the hell that means, but she barrels on—“I really have become fond of the two of you, so I cannot let you carry on with this foolish nonsense.”
Her voice goes more posh the longer speaks. Geralt thinks she will make a fine queen someday. “Ciri, I—”
“And really,” she continues, “it’s like you’re trying to sabotage a good thing. He does nothing but care for you, and this is how you repay him? Honestly. Melitele’s tits!”
“Melitele’s—? Where did you learn that one?”
“I’m hardly sheltered. And you’re one to talk, caring about my language when you’re about to lose Jaskier for good!”
“For good? Lose Jask—okay, Ciri.” He sits down at the foot of her bed, probably looking downright silly confined to a sleeveless sweater that is at least one size too small for him. He can feel it constricting the rise and fall of his chest and stretching tight in his armpits. “Look, I don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about. What curse?”
The expression she aims at him is sharper than at least four of the blades in the armory. “The sweater curse, Geralt. If one makes a sweater for a person one is interested in romantically, that person leaves within a fortnight. Everyone knows this.”
“Oh, of course. How stupid of me,” Geralt says.
Ciri raises an eyebrow that says Yes, obviously.
“So you’re telling me that if I finish this sweater and give it to Jaskier, he will suddenly no longer be able to stand the sight of me and will stomp off on down the mountain, even with the good foot of snow and ice blocking the path.”
She sniffs. “Indubitably.”
“Hmm,” says Geralt. “I think I’ll take my chances.” He claps his hands on his knees as he stands and moves back to the mirror to inspect the sizing more closely. The armholes are definitely a bit small—he’ll have to let out the seam to increase the circumference—but the rest, if he tries to overlay Jaskier’s body onto his own, seems like it should be about right.
Ciri leaves the bed with a fur wrapped around her as a cape and comes to his side. “You’re impossible,” she declares, though the royal snootiness is diminished somewhat by her morning breath and tangled hair. Then she reaches out and touches the textured pattern between the cable running up the front. “Though, you know, it is quite beautiful, if horribly misguided.”
He grins indulgently at her. “Thank you, Princess.”
*
“Have you heard of the sweater curse?”
Vesemir snorts. “Poppycock. Who told you about that old superstition?”
“Just came across it.”
With a long-suffering sigh, Vesemir looks at Geralt over his spectacles. “I hope that it’s not bothering you.”
“No,” says Geralt. “Of course not.”
*
He has fuck-all in his hand of cards, but he stares down at them like they might contain the secrets of the Continent.
“It’s your turn, Geralt,” Eskel says.
“I know,” he replies, absently rearranging the cards.
“So…you gonna play or pass?” Lambert asks. He digs his hand into the bowl of nuts at his elbow.
“Not sure.”
“Is something on your mind?” Eskel, again.
“No. Well…do either of you believe in the sweater curse?”
They both look at him blankly.
“Nuh uh,” says Lambert with his mouth full.
Geralt says, “Pass.”
*
He speaks clearly into the xenovox. “Yen? Are you there?”
“Geralt?” comes the reply, as if she were beside him in the room. “Is Ciri all right?”
“We’re all fine. It’s good to hear from you, too.”
“If there’s no trouble, then make it quick.”
Now he hesitates, but he chokes the question out anyway. “Do you know about the sweater curse?”
There is silence.
“Yen?”
“For the love of the gods, Geralt, please don’t bother me with frivolous garbage. I’m much too busy. Is that all?”
“Yes, that’s all,” Geralt says, suitably shamed.
*
The finished, washed, and blocked sweater rests folded at the bottom of his wardrobe for more than a week before he works up the nerve to bring it down to dinner with him in his knitting sack.
Even with the flaws that Geralt, as the creator, inevitably notices—a few loose stitches three quarters down the back panel, the right sleeve is slightly longer than the left—he has to admit that it turned out well. He could fetch a pretty penny for it in a large city. Silky soft, thick, and vivid burgundy, it would be a stand-out piece among any merchant’s wares even without the detailing that stretches collar to hem and even down the outside of the arms.
Knitting it was a nightmare. He will never do anything like it ever again, so Jaskier had better appreciate this one.
Still, every time he resolves to finally gift it, Ciri’s words echo in the back of his mind. You’re about to lose Jaskier for good.
On the ninth day, he shushes that voice, takes the sack, and marches straight into the hall for dinner. After all, if Yen and Vesemir aren’t worried, then he shouldn’t be either.
Everyone but Jaskier is there already. Eskel looks up from pouring ale into each mug and says, “Hullo, Geralt. What do you have there?” and Lambert says, “Ooh, didja finish it?” and Vesemir digs wordlessly into his mutton.
Ciri’s eyes zero in on the sack.
“Hello,” says Geralt. “Is Jaskier still washing up?”
“Yeah,” says Lambert. “He fell in a pile of snow.”
“Lambert pushed him into a pile of snow,” Eskel amends.
Geralt glares at the accused, setting the sack on the bench at his usual spot.
“He asked for it. Bloody said ‘Lambert, throw me into that snow over there!’ didn’t he?”
“Since you were alone with him at the time, I don’t think I can confirm or deny—”
“Geralt,” Ciri interrupts, “tell me you’re not still planning what you said.”
“I am,” he tells her.
“You were standing not ten feet away.”
“My back was turned—”
“You’re a godsdamned witcher! Or have you gone deaf?”
“Even after what I told you! I thought you were going to think about it!” Ciri pushes back from the table. “I forbid you from giving that to him.”
Geralt snorts. “Or what, Princess? Look, I don’t think Jaskier is planning to leave—”
“Of course he’s not planning to, the curse will make him! Why are you tempting destiny this way?”
“I’m just saying, Lambert, that it wouldn’t be out of your character to shove an unsuspecting bard into a snowbank.”
“Oh, and hustling him at Gwent wasn’t out of your character, so maybe you’re actually the one who shoved him. Thought about that one, Eskel?”
Geralt says, “If he tries to leave, I’ll tie him to the bed until the urge passes.”
She wrinkles her nose in disgust, but then moves past that comment. “At least let me give it to him. I’ll say I brought it from Cintra, or bought it on the way here.”
“And let my hard work go unacknowledged? I don’t think so. And why would you have bought a man’s sweater?”
Among the arguments, no one notices Jaskier enter the hall and come up behind Vesemir, wide eyed. “What did I miss?” he stage whispers.
“Just open your present, bard,” Vesemir mutters, gesturing to the sack at Geralt’s knee.
“Ooh, a present? For little old me?”
He picks up the sack and tests the weight curiously, before opening it and drawing out the most marvelous sweater he has ever seen.
“Jaskier, no!” Ciri cries, and everyone else falls quiet.
“What, why?” he says, looking between Ciri’s stricken face and the furrow between Geralt’s brows. “What is this?”
“It’s for you,” Geralt murmurs. “I made it.”
“You made it?” he repeats dumbly.
“Yes. For you. Because you were…cold.”
“Because I was cold?”
Geralt gently takes it from him and holds it up so he can see the full design. “That night, you came in when I was knitting, and you were cold. I wanted to make you something warm to wear that you would like.”
Jaskier squishes the soft fabric between his thumb and forefinger.
“Do you,” says Geralt, “like it?”
“It’s stunning,” Jaskier breathes. Geralt may as well have hit him over the head with a hammer.
“I cannot believe you, Geralt of Rivia,” Ciri cuts in. “You never listen to anyone. Don’t say I didn’t warn you!” With that, she turns on her heel and leaves the hall.
Geralt grimaces. “Do you, er, have any particular desire to leave me?”
“Leave you? Why would I—Geralt, is this a breakup gift? Is it pity?” He panics, pushing the sweater back into Geralt’s hands. “I don’t want your gorgeous pity breakup sweater, Geralt. I’ve played that game before.”
Geralt steadies him, as ever. “No, it’s—Ciri thinks there’s a curse, or something. And that if I made you a sweater, you would leave.”
“Oh,” says Jaskier. “Well, I assure you I will not. And in that case I do want the sweater.” He shucks off his coat right there at the table and pulls the sweater on over his tunic. “There!” He spreads his hands wide. “How does it look?”
The smile Geralt gives him is answer enough. “Perfect,” he says. “You look perfect.”
“Not bad, bard,” Eskel says.
Lambert shoots him a thumbs up. Vesemir does not appear to be paying attention.
Jaskier leans in and kisses Geralt on the lips. “Thank you very much,” he whispers. “I adore it and promise to thank you more appropriately later tonight. For now, shall I go after Ciri?”
“That may be best,” Geralt says. “I don’t think she likes me much right now.”
“My pleasure. Say,” he says louder, “while I’m gone, don’t let my food get cold.” He opens the door and barely feels the usual chill of the drafty hallways at all. Over his shoulder, he adds, “You can get Lambert to tell you all how he threw me in a snow pile today! It was great fun!”
“I told you—” he hears, but then the door closes behind him.
#my fic#geraskier#the witcher#geralt x jaskier#geraskier fic#someone pls teach me to write drabbles i'm dying
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The Real World - Chapter 5
We did another tag team thingy! So @i-have-this-now wrote out the first half and then I did the second half :D
i really need to create a master post of these that would be so much easier oiaerud
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Fundy was told long ago that eyes could show raw emotion, and as Fundy looked at his adoptive father’s eyes, he saw melancholy. A long, drawn out sadness. An old wound that continued bleeding. He saw the eyes glance towards Tommy for a split second, it was too quick to read yet he felt… caution- no, desperation. But for what? Tommy had survived the arrow, what could’ve happened to cause this? He felt a tinge of cautiousness, but why? Why would he need to be careful?
Wilbur’s mannerisms were a different story. He stood tall and confident, taking strong strides toward the building where the peace treaty would be held. He held his head up high, even if his friends could not. Wilbur was appointed leader just two days after L’manburg started it’s revolution. It was obvious why.
It was like Wilbur had a mask, not like the one Dream always wore. He had to hide weakness, to hide his failures, his insecurities. To hide what Dream could exploit.
“Hey, Dad? Something bothering you?” Fundy asked, expecting Wilbur to avoid the question like normal.
“Hm? Oh… well, maybe.” Wilbur shrugged, trying to brush it off.
“Care to tell me?” Fundy asked.
Will’s eyes changed to pity. What was so sullen that even Wilbur could not tell him? His own son? Fundy couldn’t help but feel a surge of annoyance.
“You should take a seat, Fundy.” Wilbur said, gesturing to the chair next to him. Fundy didn’t realize they were already there.
“Oh, alright.” Fundy replied, taking a seat. His ears immediately picked up the infamous footsteps of Dream approaching from the other side of the table, the footsteps that he had grown to long for. The same footsteps that had caused pain and carnage, but at the same time, joy and freedom. Fundy fidgeted, anxiously drumming his fingers on the table, and kept his mouth shut.
“I officially call this meting to start. I, Wilbur Soot, have written this Declaration of Peace for each of the members present to sign.” He first signed the declaration himself then passed it to Fundy.
Fundy’s hand held the quill shakily. All their efforts of the past month, signed away. Fundy knew that the idea shouldn’t have excited him, not if he was a true citizen of L’Manberg, but he couldn’t help the flutter in his chest. Good, he thought. Perhaps now they could finally rest. With a flick of a pen and a determined nod, they had wiped away all those efforts. He passed the book along to Tommy.
Tommy signed. Tubbo signed. Eret signed. Sapnap signed. George signed. Dream… took a deep breath and stood up.
“Dream, what are you-” Sapnap started.
“I won’t be signing it,” Dream said. “I’m giving you independence.”
There was a moment of silence.
“Dream, what the hell?! What are you doing?!” Sapnap yelled. A cacophony of voices yelled with him, from each side. Screams of “What?!” “Dream!” and “What the fuck?!” were heard.
“Alright. Alright. Settle down,” Wilbur commanded. “Dream… I’ll need to have a word with you in private. Outside.”
Dream nodded and followed Wilbur to the doorway. Tommy immediately stood up to follow Will.
Wilbur first glared at Tommy but then decided to let him follow. He sighed. “Dream, would you want him to listen in too?”
“Uh, yeah, sure.”
“...Alright.”
~~~
Wilbur, Tommy and Dream headed outside of the building, out of earshot. They stepped into the warm summer sun, a new beginning, a new future. Still, the past is yet to be forgiven. There are still things Wilbur does not have the answers to, answers that could’ve changed the entire course of history. Wilbur still couldn’t wrap his head around Tommy and Dream’s conversation, on why Tommy spared that bastard’s life. He had the upper hand. Dream was weak and yet he still spared his life. He spared the life of a monster, a cold-blooded killer.
“Why?” Wilbur asked Dream. “Why-- when we were about to surrender-- you granted our independence?”
“I saw the blood and carnage we had caused… and I- I wanted to spare us from any more.”
Dream was lying. “We all signed the peace treaty, we were willing to surrender-”
Tommy cut off Wilbur. “Wil, this isn’t something sinister, okay? I’m sure there’s a good expl-”
“Tommy,” Wilbur said forcefully. “I know something has been going on behind the scenes. Why are you two lying about it?”
The younger boy froze. His eyes darted to Dream, trying to figure out what to say. He was met with only an emotionless mask. God, he hated that mask. It made it impossible to figure out what Dream was thinking or feeling. Which was, he thought, probably the point. “Wilbur, I don’t know what you’re talking about”
Dream on the other hand, was freaking the fuck out. He made a promise to himself to thank Sapnap later for repairing the porcelain mask, if only because it made it so that Wilbur couldn’t see his panicked expression. He forced his voice to become steady and calm. After all, if those around him couldn’t see his face, then his voice would be the only indication as to what he was feeling. “Wilbur, I can promise you, there is nothing sinister behind my actions. No one else knew that I was planning this. The reactions of George and Sapnap should confirm that.”
“I don’t care about that! All I care about is the fact that you’ve both been hiding something from me! I mean, It makes sense for Dream, but I don’t understand why you’ve been lying to me, Tommy.”
Tommy flinched, hating how he was forced to lie to one of his best friends. “Wilbur, I can assure you, I haven’t been hiding anything from you.”
Wilbur pinched the bridge of his nose. He had been hoping that Tommy would just come clean and admit to it. It would have made everything so much easier. But no, of course he had to continue lying. But… Dream had surrendered. He had given them independence. Had Tommy done this? Is that what had happened? He shook his head. No. He couldn’t jump to conclusions yet. He still didn’t know the full story. He needed to continue trusting his second in command. He must have had a reason, right?
Dream’s words finally sunk in. George and Sapnap hadn’t known about his plan… Why would he not tell them about it? Fear? No, that didn’t make sense. Wilbur stared at the masked man. “You said that your officers had no idea what you planned to do today. Why would you not inform them?”
Dream attempted to casually shrug “I knew that they wouldn’t agree. If they didn’t know beforehand that they wouldn’t have a chance to stop me.”
“If you knew that they were going to try and stop you, why the hell did you do it in the first place?”
“I already told you. I’m sick and tired of watching people get hurt. I feel like granting independence was the least I could do. If you don’t want it, then you can leave. But just know. If you do decide to surrender, the terms of the resulting treaty will not be kind.”
Wilbur stood there silently, weighing his options. On one hand, he could take Dream's offer and potentially walk into a trap. One set up by his own right hand man. But on the other, he could admit defeat and surrender, throwing away his and everyone else's hard work in an instant. He nodded. “Fine. We accept your offer. Do you have a document declaring your surrender?”
Dream nodded. From one of the pouches around his waist, he pulled out a rolled up piece of paper, tied together with a piece of string. It looked like an ancient scroll. “It has yet to be signed. I wanted there to be witnesses around for when I did.”
“Well then. After you,” Wilbur said, holding out his arm to gesture for Dream to leave first. “I’ve got a few things I need to say to my right hand man.”
Tommy stood still, waiting for the moment when Wilbur would turn on him. Waiting for the moment that he would be shouted at. Instead, Wilbur just looked him dead in the eyes and said, “Tommy. I want to make it very clear that I am choosing to trust you right now. I don’t know what is going on, or what you think you’re doing, but just know this. I will not allow what happened with Eret to happen again. Understood?” Wilbur’s hand reached up and touched the side of his neck, where a small, red scar was still visible.
Tommy understood why. According to Tubbo, Eret had lured them all into a small bunker underground, much like he had in game. But instead of killing them all, he had drugged them with small iron needles, dipped in super concentrated slowness. The potion had instantly put them to sleep, making it easy for Eret and Dream to loot them for all they had. He understood Wilbur’s fear. He nodded meekly. “Of course. I will not let you down Sir.”
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Tubbo sat in the passenger seat of Wilbur’s car, staring out the window as familiar scenery rushed past.
A day had passed since Tommy had reappeared during Tubbo’s stream. The stream had ended abruptly, without any explanation as to why or what was going on. Not like anyone really knew, but he hadn’t wanted to have people watching him as he tried to figure things out.
As Tubbo stared out the window, he remembered the last time him and Wilbur had taken this exact same path, not even a week prior. They had been asked by Tommy’s parents to come and visit, to try and see if they could talk with the police, or find anything new. After all, they had been some of the last few people to actually see their friend before he vanished. The car ride had been tense and silent, filled with an underlying terror and worry.
Now, they were in an extremely similar situation. Tommy’s parents had once more asked Tubbo and Wilbur to come and visit, but this time it was because Tommy wouldn’t stop asking about them. It wasn’t normal, and his parents were getting worried. Now, the car was filled with a different type of tension. It may not have been as fearful, but it was still filled with concern and worry.
“Do you think he’s ok?” Wilbur asked, his eyes trained on the road in front of him.
“I don’t know… He was acting really weird when I spoke to him. He kept asking me where I was and what was going on…”
“Can you blame him? He just reappeared out of thin fucking air after being missing for a week.”
“I suppose thats fair… Still…” His voice trailed off. “How much longer until we get there?”
“Dunno. Another couple hours maybe?”
“Alright…”
~~~
Tubbo wasn’t sure how much time had passed. He had fallen asleep at some point during the drive. He had woken up to the sound of the car door opening. When he had opened his eyes, they were parked outside Tommy’s house. Wilbur was already walking up to the front door. Tubbo quickly un buckled and jumped out of the car, following his friend.
Wilbur had approached the door, and his hand hovered over the doorbell. He was slightly scared to ring it. Yes, he was excited to see his friend again, but he was scared as to what had happened to him. He was scared that his stupid, brash, careless friend had changed. He didn’t know what had happened during the past week, and he was scared to ask. He took a deep breath, and rang the doorbell. Every second that he waited felt like a lifetime. After what seemed to be an eternity, the door opened.
Before Wilbur had even gotten a chance to react, Tubbo rushed past him and tackled his friend in a hug. “Tommy!!! Oh thank god you’re actually ok!!”
As soon as Tommy saw his friend rushing towards him, he swung his fist. A punch connected with Tubbo’s jaw, sending him to the ground. His eyes were filled with a wild, animalistic fear. However, the expression faded into concern as soon as he realized what it was he had just done. “Tubbo! Christ I’m so sorry man, are you alright?” he asked, kneeling next to his friend to check on him.
Tubbo let out a cough, but pushed himself up anyways. The side of his face was red, already starting to swell, but it didn’t do anything to dampen the bright grin on his face. He was way too happy to see his friend again to care about a small thing like a swollen and bruised jaw. “Yeah, I’m perfectly fine! Sorry, I shouldn’t have done that. I didn’t even consider your reaction. Are you alright?” he asked, more concerned for the state of Tommy then his own injury.
“I-I’m perfectly fine. I just… Are you sure you’re alright? Do you need a hea- um, do you need anything?”
Tubbo stood up. “Tommy, I’m fine, promise. Uh, some ice would be good though. Are you sure you’re alright?”
Wilbur placed a hand on tubbo’s shoulder “Tubbo, he’s probably still shaken up over whatever had happened to him. Give him a bit of space”
“Y-yeah… Thanks Will…” he said with a slight smile. But it felt… off. It was if someone had taken a part of what made Tommy who he was and crushed it underneath their foot. Like they had taken all of his eagerness, his excitement, everything that made him stand out, and thrown it away. There was no spark in Tommy’s eyes anymore. Just a cold, calculating gaze.
A voice called out from inside the house “Tom! Invite your friends inside!”
“Yes mum! Why don’t you two come in. Theres… Theres something I wanted to ask you.”
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It wasn’t long before Wilbur and Tubbo were sitting outside in the backyard, a plate of snacks next to them. Tommy was walking around the small patio, seemingly fascinated with everything he saw.
“Well? What is it you wanted to talk to us about?” Tubbo asked, breaking the silence as he held an ice pack to his swollen jaw.
Tommy jumped, startled by the sudden noise. He quickly shrugged, trying to brush off his strange behavior. “Um, this is going to sound really weird, but I promise I have a good reason for it,” he started, “I need to contact Dream. Immediately.”
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Hi! I was asked to make a quick little tutorial for making eyeshadows, but since I can’t half-ass anything, here’s a whole-ass tutorial. Please note that I am in NO WAY an expert and that I’m still learning. My method is probably not the best but it works. There’s probably an easier way to do it! Sims4Studio has a lot of tutorials you can check out to find a method that works for you if this doesn’t.
You need Photoshop + an extension to read DDS files and S4Studio. It would probably work with something other than Photoshop, but it’s what I use and that’s what I’m gonna write about.
Under the cut because it got suuuuper long!!!
Step 1: Open Sims 4 Studio.
Step 2: Choose “Create CAS Standalone”, then click on the big blue CAS button.
Step 3: S4S will show you the catalogue. I like to sort it so Part Type is set to the stuff that I want to make (in this case “Lidschatten” or “Eyeshadow”) then set Game Pack to “Base Game”, which ensures that the item we’ll make is base game compatible. Then just choose any eyeshadow. I usually just take the first one.
Step 4: A new window will open and ask you to name your new package! I usually go NEWCRESTINGwhateveritisNAME. Extra characters like -_.(){] slow your game down, and I feel like putting whatever it is (in this case an eyeshadow) makes sorting it easier. If you wanna name your shadow just eyeshadow1 that’s fine but it will kinda suck for ppl who download it.
Step 5: After you named your eyeshadow, you get to the main S4S screen. We don’t need to do much here for now, just export the texture. To do that, we click export. (I drew a lil arrow) S4S then tells you to save the texture. I usually make a folder per project and save it there under the name “tex” but it really doesn’t matter.
Step 6: Open Photoshop. Make sure you got your DDS plugin installed.
Step 7: Open your texture (in my case called “tex”) The DDS plugin asks you how to load it, click “load using default sizes.”
Step 8: Now you should have your texture in front of you. I like to zoom in to 300-500% depending on what I’m making.
Step 9: Now, on the left there should be a panel called “Channels” or something (my PS is in German so I’m just guessing here). There’s five channels: RBG, Red, Green, Blue, and Alpha. By default, all are selected except Alpha. We’re gonna reverse that so that it looks like this:
Step 10: By now your image should look mostly black with two little white thingies on it. The alpha channel basically tells the eyeshadow where to show up. Where there is pure white, it’s gonna show. Grey tones are a way to “lower” the opacity. Where there is pure black, there’s not gonna be any eyeshadow.
Now, get creative! Use the brush tool set to white to add and black to subtract from the alpha so that the form suits what you want. Make it softer, make it bolder. This is where you decide the shape! Experiment, get creative, use the brush and eraser tools until you find something you like.
Here’s before (a.k.a. EA’s alpha):
And here’s mine after some very quick editing because I wanted to get this done:
Step 11: Change the channels back so that the alpha is disabled and all the other ones are enabled, so that it looks like this:
Step 12: Now, we get to the fun part: The actual texture. I dislike EA’s textures as I find them too stark and harsh. I like them softer and subtler. But that’s just me, feel free to go wild! Paint your own texture or just color fill with a single block of color, it doesn’t matter! If you paint your texture, just make sure it lines up with your alpha layer. Also, make sure that you make the texture black and white for now so that we can easily recolor it later.
This is EA’s texture:
And this is mine! It’s ugly, but that doesn’t matter, ‘cause only the stuff that our alpha specifies is gonna show up, so it doesn’t matter that it’s just blurry circles.
Step 13: Now to get some colors into that! Go to the menu at the top, select Layer --> New Fill Layer --> Solid Color (or something. something with solid). Photoshop should then ask you to specify a color. Choose one, then go to the layer tab on the right and change the blend mode or whatever it’s called from “normal” to “overlay” or “soft light” or just experiment with the modes! It doesn’t matter! Get what looks best to you. I chose Overlay.
This is what my eyeshadow looks like now that it has color:
Click on File --> Save as ... A window will pop up with a save dialogue. Make sure to save your file as a .DDS file!!! This is super important. Then name it (I usually just number the swatches, so this one would be “1″) and save it where you can find it.
The DDS plugin will then ask you how to save it. From the drop-down menu, choose “DXTC 5 ARGB 8bpp | interpolated alpha”, then click save.
Step 14: Now you can choose to make more colors by clicking on the little colorful rectangle (purple in my case) on your fill layer in the layer tab. That will make PS ask you what color you want once more but eliminate the need to make a new layer.
Step 15: You’re basically done now! Open S4S if you closed it and click “import” on the side, just under where you exported the texture at the beginning. Your eyeshadow should show up on the model and you can preview if you like it!
For example, I realized my eyeshadow looks way too light, so I changed the blending mode from Overlay to Linear Burn and put the opacity at 75%. Experiment!
This is what my final shadow looks like in S4S:
As you can see, I have a whole bunch of swatches now. Click “add swatch” in the top right corner to add a new swatch. Under Swatch Thumbnail you can drop-pick the color that the swatch is supposed to have in your catalog, or you can import a color palette through tools. S4S has tutorials for that on their site.
Step 16: This is OPTIONAL! But I like to do it. The eyeshadow we used as a base is by default enabled only for females and allowed for random. I don’t like that, so I enable it for males by checking the box (circled) and then remove the checkmark from the box at the very bottom (you have to scroll a bit) so it’s no longer allowed for random. Don’t forget to click Apply to All Swatches!
Now click Save! And you’re done!!! Don’t forget to copy over your package to your cc folder, then go in game and find them, take a couple of screenshots for a thumbnail and preview and then it’s done!
This is my shadow in game:
Now go forth and make your own eyeshadows!
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On mobile asks don't have that under cut thingy, at least for me.
Yeah, the Tumblr app is hot garbage on mobile so Read Mores on mobile have about a 20% chance of actually showing up. But I DO put one on EVERY post I make, even if it's long and fully sfw. I myself don't like scrolling through long posts so I just make it easier for all of us.
I'm sorry, but the mobile app not showing them are out of my control :(
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I have finished MID and I have thoughts
This review/thought thingy will NOT be spoiler-free so please be aware of that! Before I put anything under the cut though, I wanted to point out one thing. I think I’ve said this before but I’m a beta tester for the ND games and we had the option in SEPTEMBER (an actual month before the game was to be out for pre-order) to come in and test the puzzles (I’m currently studying abroad so I couldn’t go) but we were told we were not going to have the option to get the actual beta version of the game so... I don’t think it was actually ever beta tested??? Maybe I’ll make a post about it idk we’ll see anyway here are my thoughts/comments:
I’m just going to say the things that I love right off the bat and not go into too much detail about those:
Voice Acting
Lots of Characters/NPCs
Most of the plot
The ghosts especially when they were running around in the tunnels, that was super cool and a few scared me
That nostalgic feeling
Here are the things I didn’t like about the game and I’ll go into some details:
ASH: This was a knock-off version of Alibi in Ashes with some Ghost of Thornton hall mixed in you can’t change my mind
Graphics: I don’t want to go too much into it. They sucked. I have a Macbook and tried to turn the graphics up (this helped a lot) but my game go so slow and my computer crashed a lot so I turned them down
Lots of Characters: I know I said I loved how many characters there were, but I felt like we never got the time to know them. The game was about the same amount of time as the older ones so I think that’s the reason why we never got to really know any of them. I have no idea what the motives were for anything, I learned no background about the characters, Jason and Mei seemed forced, I wanted more info about the young Coven group, I basically just wanted more from each character especially Alicia and the Judge. They could have easily been taken out of the game in my personal opinion. I think if the game was longer it would have been a LOT better.
Dialogue/not a lot of puzzles: My favourite part of the game was when Mei and Nancy had to figure out how to get out of that small room because it was just a big puzzle and I really liked the puzzle with Frank/Joe/Deirdre in the basement of the Hathorne House! But the dialogue just seemed so... yikes. It was also annoying that we couldn’t work on multiple puzzles at the same time. It felt very linear that way. I also think a lot of people back in 2015 when they did that survey said they wanted more puzzles in the games. I think having six characters instead of four and having more puzzles would have been a lot better. Something similar to Last Train to Blue Moon Canyon! That’s SUCH a good game because of the characters and the puzzles!
Characters in general: Why the FUCK did they have like no facial movements??? Besides their mouths which were not in sync with the words a lot of the time?? Why the fuck was the judge so sad 25/8? Why was Teegan stuck in t-pose the entire game??? Why did they move so much? They were so unnatural and awkward???? I honestly just like... why???? Also NONE OF THEM BLINKED 99% OF THE TIME! Deirdre was the wORST! I stared at her for like two minutes and she never blinked. She was by far the worst looking one which sucked since she was behind us a lot during the game which I thought was very annoying.
Glitches: Oh my goshhhh I had so many little bugs and glitches. Frank’s feet were in the ground so many times, Nancy wasn’t sitting in her chair part of the time, the characters’ arms would clip through them I think at one point Joe’s arm just went straight through his face. I also had to shut my game down more than once in order to progress in a puzzle it was just not good
Ned: PUT NED IN THE FUCKING GAME YOU COWARDS! And why were him and Nancy fighting so much???? It doesn’t make sense! It added nothing to the game!!
Frank: He was so awkward??? Did not seem like Frank Hardy at all I was very concerned
Other stuff: I hated the text. I have ADHD and space out sometimes and I loved how in the old games I could scroll up so I could remember shit. It also isn’t good for hard of hearing or deaf fans or other people who may need the text to read since it would get cut off. I was not very impressed with the world. I thought the upstairs part of the library was really weird, it seemed way too big for no reason. Lauren should have been living in the Hathrone house instead of next to it. Also the Hathrone house and the Perry house have the same layout. Two rooms on the ground floor, only one place you could access upstairs. It was a bigger world, but I would have enjoyed a smaller world with more areas to explore in the world. The ending was just chaos too. So much talking. I missed the letter at the end too! I hated that we had to go say goodbye to everyone?
Finally, I was confused a lot. Some of the dialogue didn’t make sense, there weren’t a lot of hints, the puzzles needed a lot more explaining than they were providing us, and I didn’t notice things until Nancy told us (the picture we got of Lauren, Olivia, and Teegan, didn’t realize I had to look at it). There was just a lot of things that left me saying “what” and it was really frustrating. I was pretty much done with the game by the end.
In conclusion: I would have preferred waiting another year for a REALLY good Nancy Drew game (why did this one feel so... rushed?) Or just stuck with the old point-n-click version! There wasn’t anything wrong with the point-n-click version! I think it would have been easier for them to just add in six characters instead of the traditional 4, put in some more difficult puzzles and like three more than usual, and make the game a little bit longer!
I am really worried HeR won’t be able to recover from this which sucks but I hope they learn and are able to grow and we get some better games in the future! I gave the game a fair shot and... I wasn’t impressed. Especially after they hyped it up like crazy and we had to wait so long. 5/10 sorry and if you’re thinking about buying the game, I say do it. I actually really liked feeling nostalgic and my little brother and I were talking about it and it was like the good old days! It brought me back and made me happy for some weird reason?
#Midnight in Salem#Nancy Drew#Midnight in Salem Spoilers#MID spoilers#long post#I am so sorry this was long#I have more I want to say too but idk ahhh#maybe I will make that beta tester post#would anyone read it lmao#even just one person and i'll write it
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hmm here’s me talking about su sort of lmao like i said i’m not here to be particularly scentamentle?? just say funney stories....and some opinions.....it’s really been a hot minute and i haven’t been making Long text posts about things so i can throw one out there even if it’s got no thesis statement
also like i said i just so happened to like, actually watch the first ep on actual tv when it actually premiered....all i super remember knowing about it beforehand was like “oh rebecca sugar getting her own series right on” and i was gonna check it out on that alone and then also i remember before it debuted there was an article about it in the wapo in the sort of “local”-ish section b/c it was like. hey this is based in uh yknow the dmv....delmarva area.....this whole Region.....and i (from nova and in nova at that time, and flipping thru the print wapo every day) was like haha. neat. also god damn it was 2013, hell of a year. i can tell you little about it b/c it was so crappy i just like did not bother much with things like “distinct memories” lmfao. great to have like, a weekly thing towards the end of that hot mess (november??? or smthing??) back when....god........it aired weekly.........anyways yeah i was pleasantly surprised from the start i don’t Get when people are like “can’t watch this in order :/ the first few eps don’t sell it well” like okay speak for yourself god dman....more on that later i’m sure lmfao. hot takes
my brother started watching it too just cuz he’s game for shit that way and i was keeping up with it. like i remember i thought cheeseburger backpack was extra fun and i think i showed him a rerun and i remember he thought it was funny lol the Raft Gag......and when i was watching tiger millionaire i kept For Real Laughing and he came over like what is going on.....and i think he was signed on from there........again pretty fun for it to be this weekly thing. also maybe i’m not here to be Sentamental but i was also like “oh no that Spoke to my feelings unexpected :(” during tiger millionaire when amethyst was all “you can’t let anyone make you feel like garbage” and “i only feel how i wanna feel” like guess who was in the early stages of “my self esteem is so crappy it’s starting to circle around into [trying to increase self esteem]”.........like i said hell of a time. though then that’d be 2014 by then i think?? still a hell of a time
started to get “i think i will draw the same character one million times” about it at some point in 2014 too lmfao......every instance of [me drawing the same shit one million times], which is the only way i ever draw anything, then like, benefits whatever i draw later cuz like. sure get some practice out of it. and even though like, it wasn’t quite as huge an Internet Thing as it was gonna get once i started to draw shit, it was already like, classic-me Kinda Niche to be like “hey gang who is going ham about the bored dumbass teens”....not so niche that there weren’t other people going “yeah i am” at any given time tho. and then we put our hands in the middle and go Yeah!! and jump up hsm style. it was also a great time for something Fun and (easier than marble hornets lol) to draw b/c. it simply was a good time for it.....struggling to draw shit back then even more than is like, usual. oh and also i forget but i had sort of Withdrawn from the mh fanbase b/c it got this whole influx of randos after fjsfdking the Video Game we all know the one and i was like. i am gonna.....sidle over here. nobody Likes to be in a fandom actually lmfao. and i mean even while su was getting to be A Whole Thing i was like. bro i am over here in the Donuts section and it is a little quieter and i use the tag sometimes but i’m all set, thanks. still the least Niche niche i’ve been in probably lmfao....see: the fact that probably still way most of my followers are here from su times even tho idk who’s even active still
also had a high time making some great Long Text Posts. i kind of always fail 2 grasp that even as much as my drawings that stuff leads to me actually getting to interact with people, b/c like, those text posts have me actually saying Words in them, which helps lmfao..........i think it’s like, these posts are probably Not That Fun for most people, but then for the people who Are like “oh sweet this is something that i actually want,” that’s obviously a helpful way to find a kindred spirit lmao.....like hey cool you already know i can’t shut up and am opinionated and obviously a lil much? fantastic let’s do this. plus idk it’s fun to Not Shut Up Actually. like, not the biggest deal. ppl can just Scroll Past. or not
speaking of “getting practice Not Shutting Up and Drawing Shit”.......hilarious when in late 2018 i find myself like. oh so you’re telling me this excellent character who is a self-sabotaging struggling-to-know-how-to-cope-with-shit-and-connect-with-others insecure af Teen is not appreciated / ignored / deemed Awful (and then ignored) by the majority of the fanbase?????? hahaha you don’t say....but No Problem. let me just talk about how this person has Complexity actually and is a lot more sympathetic than not and i hate all of you omg like do we have to do all of this ourselves lmfao........guess so, Fine
what am i talking about funny stories who is this funny to lmfao. okay no but okayyy what an experience when the island adventure preview came out and for like the next 4 days i did not experience depression lmao........i Jumped on the opportunity b/c it was like, early fall i wanna say??? i think sept?? 2014 and i was kinda mulling over going to gmx (which was this convention the Marble Hornets gang kept getting invited to & i’d been 2 twice b4 but missed the previous yr coz it was 2013 and i was way not thriving) and yeah jumped on the “depression / (as much) anxiety who???” superpower to Ask if it was cool if i went to a friend’s wedding in georgia for a weekend. there was no friend’s wedding in georgia. and then i went to gmx AND. ironically (not really im sure. idk what irony means and idc) gmx weekend ended up being the same weekend island adventure actually aired and when i left that morning (gmx being in nashville) my lil bro (getting up for school) was like GO GO and i actually made it in time to catch it in the hotel room but. they didn’t have the channel despite it being listed on the channel guide. i about flipped lmfao but i did see it later that weekend and flipped again. gmx was an a-okay time as well lmao that was the last time i made it
they may have never sold a licensed Lars S1 Green/Purple Snake Tee but look when i have this green racerback with a neat snake print & this necklace of purple quartz crystals and also when i was at gmx i bought this necklace with one (non purple, non actual crystals but plastic shaped like it / glossed) pendant In The Spirit Of It All and it gets compliments. anyways the point is. indirectly representing
speaking of crystals = lars i’d just like to reiterate that i’m always right. like sure i was like “look i don’t know how lars could have Crystal Magic in him but something is up with the fact he’s = pink magic flowers with crystals inside them Means Something.” i think it’s reasonable to Not have predicted he dies and gets revived w/ crystal magic that’s in him now. but that’s still a Win for realizing somethings up....tfw as early as like s2 times i’d be like “well the donuts gotta get involved in the center of adventure at Some point and also i Know it is important that steven is just lars’s rly annoying little brother and y/n do you think lars would die to protect him i think he would...” like. i didn’t wanna be That right :/
tfw me and my brother were watching rose’s scabbard while my mom was napping it out in the armchair and like silently Sharing A Look at the whole “she was beautiful” thing like. lol harold
i still don’t know how much of a Thing(tm) magfest is but as far as i can figure it it’s No Comic Con (like, thank god :| ) but still kind of a thing. anyways i learned of it cuz i saw there was gonna be a couple su panel thingies & i looked it up & we were less than an hour away and so it was like midnight but i ask my brother like hey wanna swing by this thing on this one friday. and he was like Sure. so i made it happen and he was 17 so we had to drag our dad to the bank to Notarize a form that he was allowed to be there accompanied by me. it was a big place and it also took us a while to find Registration or whatever and when we tried getting sandwiches later it cost like $7 each go figure. anyways but we were just there for the one Event & there was a room like filled with arcade games and a bunch of other consoles (also Retro though. like old computers n stuff) and they had Galaga, thank fucking god. we 2 playered that shit and wandered around and also 2 playered a game called toobin, which was funny. real gamers know.
when we were in the (pretty long) Line to get into the Panel, i actually like. spotted a then-mutual who i (was pretty sure i) recognized from her occasional selfie lol and who i guess had travelled all the way from the west coast for the weekend. when we were actually Seated she happened to be a couple rows back and both of us on the end of the aisle and i asked my brother if he could read her nametag (to verify lol) and i bopped over to have the cringe and fail exchange of “hey do you have a Tumblr” and then i was like “haha i’m milo i’m ummmwine” and she got up to hug me and then i had to scamper back to my seat cuz shit was starting lol
like my life was not changed by this event but we had fun and. the Hilarious story is that it was also partially a Q&A and i had a Q and my brother encouraged me by again whispering “go go” as soon as the first syllable was spoken implying Line up For Questions.....i was in like, the last idk, haaalf dozen or so ppl who made it to the mic? and look i knew i was gonna be asking a niche question that like 3 other people of the hundreds in the room would care about but So What. deal with it gang, let’s have some Variety. but i was still nervous. and when i’m nervous, i a) Have A Script and b) get even chattier. and right after the person Right In Front Of Me got their answer, i guess it was noticed that it was getting down to the wire so they were like “haha okay lightning round :)” and i was like NO.......GOD..........lmfao like too late im sorry i Can’t make it lightning round. i was muy anxious.....just that, again, hundreds of people there, i have the floor, nobody’s gonna Like my quastion......and they didn’t know the answer (which i figured was v possible lol) so i was like oh no sklfjd hope this entire room doesn’t hate me. i mean of course i didn’t care if they did too much but, Nerves....also im valid, but were the like half dozen people who asked prior to me about shit that would CLEARLY be too spoilery to answer valid????? no lmfao. cmon. that’s what’s Really cringe
well here we ffw a bit b/c Mid To Late 2015 is certainly a time for me and it doesn’t really make for an interesting story so just to tldr it lmao like, got some beautiful moral support from someone as i was makin a Lifestyle Change lol and continued to get beautiful moral support from that same person and i continue to benefit from it....You know who you are!!!! tyvvm....and it occurred to me that the reason i am where i physically am is via someone i met thru su-posting.......which is true of the You Know who you are person too, which is why i brought it up lmao
uhh god not as many Stories after that lol.....def got to engage in “i’m ___ i’m gonna [draw the same character i always draw] so i won’t be so ___” during interesting times lol. love that for me
tbh the uh. Wanted arc was truly one of the best Serial Arcs, just dramatic & solid af and also it’s lars time and for a second i go “god well at least maybe now ppl will acknowledge lars is a gr8 character” and then a second later i go “Oh No they’ll only say he’s a good character *Now*” and that’s exactly what happened lmfao but well we still got as much lars fanart as we ever got outside that couple weeks aftermath... l o l . . . i had to wait One Zillion Years for my little brother to catch up to this b/c. he was watching via hulu i think where like, a full season would come out a good while after the finale. seriously i think it took him almost 2 years. im like dammit lmfao this is What Matters dfslk....fond memories when hulu was free / no login req’d / shit would be available like the day after airing
uhhhHHH crazy how this show muscled through the weird scheduling change where it was like “no weekly eps Only Erratic Hiatuses”......ppl were so foolishly Into the first “5 eps in a row” release and i was like “no i don’t like this” and then a year later i was like “you see. You See.” rip
i think we can even ffw to sutm at that point lol....im like im in this for lars okay lmfao kinda Shrugggg @ things by this point lol like finale shminale. where’s he at. and i really wasn’t paying a world of attention to like, prior-to-release lore n announcements so i was just plunged into this chaos of like sorry???? excuse me?? of all the people in the world sarah stiles?????? lfsdj like noooo don’t show me these tweets lmfao......truly it’s fine i’m being Hilarious but it’s also very real that like, when i see things like “showtime(tm)” or “SHO” or “billions content” i’m just doused with Dread b/c i hate this series lmao i swear to christ. but it’s really Fine lmfao like. i was kinda “eh :/” to “yea this is alright” about the rest of it but spinel was The Highlight lmfao and having $50 to go ham on her animation was great but really the voice acting Made It.....like the entire takeaways was uh the other friends sequence and fuckin uhh this part. fuck it up ms. stiles........hit it out of the park..........cain was the first funny bitch and spinel was the second. that thought just came to me and i will not elaborate. call that a revelation. oh and also it was a relief cuz i was like “i s2g if this Antagonist is like, aquamarine-style annoying af....i will die” but No. spinel is annoying af in another way which is her rights and i don’t want to die about it lmfao. she’s good.......i don’t even resent the “how come whenever some rando shows up ready to literally kill everyone for no good reason, all of you are ready to be like ‘wow an icon’ and we can’t have 10% of that energy for the teen who’s kinda bitchy b/c he’s annoyed by life and crap???” thing b/c i mean, she had her whole Arc all at once and also is good enough for it i think. the nadir was when the one rando shows up for like One episode like “i Don’t want to kill everyone :3 syke >:)” and for some reason people were like “omg iconic. call them on their ‘don’t kill everyone’ bullshit” like lol i hate you guys
well i like lars’s [last outfit we see him in] and i feel like it only backs up the bi agenda. another epic gamer moment had been when it became a Popular Hc that lars is trans b/c he is lmao. and everyone was all “why is everyone sayign this why would you want him to be trans he sucks” like get good grandma!!!!!!!! it’s too late. well that’s the end of my post. me in 2014 being like “wow way to have something to keep up with b/c now i have to outlive it to get all the dnads content i guess” and here i am. but it’s almost April 2020 so. haha
hmm what’s a less ominous ending. oh shit another thing that was funny is i was like So about these Skull Plugs featured in this semi-official drawing of lars once and then horror club came out (fun b/c i like horror) and had the skull plugs for Real & they were glow in the dark. that was a big day for me even seeing the promos lmfao. except then i guess it was foreshadowing, so again i end this with Death. don’t we all
wait no lsfdjs What tf was matthew moy talking about “i like your hair.” dude dropping an i-guess cut line on us lmfao. alright alright im done
#not as long as i thought it'd be!!! i don't have many engaging stories to say lol and like i said. not here to get. sedimental#that unfortunate Lightning Round incident lmfao......rip my ass. it was fine i was just like. [screams inside]#god.......what a uhh six and a half years six and a half years are. s/o to. Lars#oh i never ''more on this later'''d that one point. what a tragedy right lmao. i was just like. ppl Can simply watch the eps in order tho...#a concept i was not into lmfao. ess em aitch. i was never here for Lore okay
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Secret Santa - Day 11
Day 11 - Secret Santa
Pairing: NathanielxLila
Merry Christmas everybody! I hope you’ll have a fantastic evening with your family and loved ones.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/21937840
https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13459876/1/Who-s-my-secret-Santa
@wearemiraculous
„Dear class next week, we‘ve got our last week before Christmas eve and Rose asked me if we could again like last year do a Secret Santa between all of us again“ Miss Bustier announced as she got up from her chair with a bunch of small post-it notes, then took a square-formed pencil holder and dropped the writing utensils on her table to put the notes inside it, then she placed her left hand over the hole and shook it to shuffle all the notes in the holder and walked forward to Chloe and Sabrina, then Chloé stuck her hand in it mixing it with her hand while sticking her tongue out.
Afterward, she picked a name out and she looked at it.
„Ugh for real?“ Chloé asked annoyed, then Sabrina opened her note too and looked at her best friend.
„Who do you got?“ Sabrina questioned.
„Dupain-Cheng“ Chloé answered.
„I‘ve got Ivan“ Sabrina responded
„I better keep her, it‘s easier to find a present for her“
„I can help you if you want. I know some things she might like“
„Great and I help you with yours….or I try. I don't know, what he likes thought,“
„We‘ll see it then“ Sabrina responded, then observed Miss Bustier let Max Kanté and Kim Chien Le take out a note from the holder and take a look at it.
„Max, you really need to help me out with this one, “ Kim asked looking sad at the tan-skinned boy.
„Is it Chloé again?“
„No worse…... Miss Bustier“ Kim whispered making Max chuckle.
„I‘ve got her“ Max mentioned rolling his eyes at Myléne, which was showing Alix the note, where he could clearly see the name of the secret person of Mylene, which was Alya Césaire.
Miss Bustier was now at the other side of the classroom at the last desk, where Nathaniel Kurtzberg sat along with his deskmate Lila Rossi. Both reached with their hand at the pencil holder, then Nathaniel stopped before getting in along with Lila, then he pulled his hand back a little to allow the girl pick up first a name. Nathaniel afterward stuck his hand inside the holder picking out the first paper piece he could find and held it closer to his face, then opened it up to see the name of his secret santa. Nathaniel turned a little red at the name he read on the paper, then he rolled his eyes at Lila to see her smirking at the name she‘s got.
„What a coincidence, I‘ve got myself, “ Kagami said, who sat beside Ivan that looked down at his deskmate showing her name on the note.
„You can pick out another one and put yours back“ Miss Bustier suggested leaning the holder closer to the blue-haired girl, which placed her hand again inside it taking another paper out and place the old one back with the other hand.
„Thank you Miss Bustier, “ Kagami said opening her note to reveal the name of the person, she has to organize a gift. „Wonder who‘s going to get my name“
„Me too“ Lila added closing her note, then looked at Nathaniel, who had already put his note in the pocket of his pants. „What about you, Nathaniel?“
„I what…..yeah I‘m wondering too“ Nathaniel added.
„Who do you got?“ Lila asked making Nathaniel wide his eyes in shock.
„I….but we‘re not allowed to tell it“ Nathaniel mentioned.
„I know, but between friends, it‘s okay“ Lila mentioned. „Kim and Chloé asked their best friend about it too and they know it. They won‘t tell it, anyone, else, right?“
„I guess not“
„And so won‘t I and you definitely too“
„Well I guess I could“
„I‘ve got Nino, “ Lila said right after Nathaniel had finished his sentence.
„Okay I got…..uhm…..“ Nathaniel mumbled gazing around the classroom looking at his classmates, then found a solution to cover his note. „Kagami“
„You‘re kidding me, right?“ Lila asked chuckling at his answer.
„N...no I‘m not“ Nathaniel answered rapidly, watching Lila shake her head.
„Her name was given to Kagami before, afterward she had put it back in the cup and it went out to someone else. It‘s either Adrien, Nino, Marinette or Alya. You‘re not on the list“
„Did I say Kagami?“ Nathaniel asked widening his eyes pretending to be surprised at his reaction. „I meant Kim…..I just wanted to make sure you ….would pay attention“
„Don‘t worry, I‘m a great listener“
„Yeah I know“ Nathaniel confirmed earning a nod from Lila, which looked back in front at the interactive blackboard, where Miss Bustier had displayed an essay, that the students had to for the coming Friday. Nathaniel looked in front to see, what Miss Bustier was doing and he took out from his jacket his smartphone unlocking it, therefore he searched on the display for a green-colored messenger app and pressed on it to enter into it, revealing a list with names of classmates and students he‘s on good terms with and he picked the third contact which belonged to a boy named Luka Couffaine.
„We‘re doing that Secret Santa gifting thing and I picked out Lila‘s name. Help!“ Nathaniel typed down followed by a frightened emoji and pressed on the arrow next to his sentence to send the boy the message.
Nathaniel put his smartphone back in his pocket, then looked at Lila, who was writing down on a small block the homework. A few seconds later he took out his smartphone out, pressing the home button to light up the screen to see Luka had replied to the redhead.
„Meet me at my houseboat. We can see, what we can do“
In the evening Nathaniel sat in the living room of the Couffaine‘s houseboat next to his childhood friend Luka, which held a block on his hand noting down with a pen, ideas for a Christmas present Nathaniel could get for his desk mate.
„So I found a few ideas for you, that you could get easily here in Paris in any store for the Secret Santa thingy“
„I know I might have said it wrong, but I‘m not a Christian like you“ Nathaniel mentioned making Luka laugh.
„I know, I‘m just kidding.“ Luka implied looking at his friend, that wasn‘t amused with his jokes.
„Come on Luka, I only got a week and I want to give her the best gift, she can get“
„Why don‘t you draw her as a superhero or something?“ Luka suggested making Nathaniel shake his head.
„No. I don‘t want to draw her anything, cause it would be obvious to her or anyone else, that it was from me. I thought about something she would never expect from me“ The redhead explained.„What about you create something by using your skills you‘re less good at?“
„I‘m not great at maths. But what can I do with maths? Write her a math poem?“ Nathaniel asked a little unsure, seeing Luka shook his head at his idea.
„No, not that kind of skill. Something else, maybe you could cook or bake her something, sew something, write a song or build something with wood or anything else,“
„Sewing or building something seems quite easier for me to not screw up. Building at least. I‘m not very fond of sewing“
„For sure you want to build something?“ Luka asked earning a nod from the shorter boy. „What do you have in mind?“
„I…..uh...I have to think“ Nathaniel confessed, then Luka handed him out the block for him to be able to notice any ideas he would get during the period.
„A star made of wood?“ Questioned Nathaniel looking at Luka.
„Is an idea, what else could you do?“
„I don‘t know…..we could check the internet for more ideas?“ Nathaniel suggested watching Luka unlock his smartphone, opening the internet browser and wrote down wood-made things.
„A box like this one would be good for her to keep things in it“
„Maybe, wonder for what she could need one. I have never been to her house“
„Maybe for makeup utensils?“ Luka mentioned. „My sister has one“
„Okay, what else could we check there, “ Nathaniel asked looking at the screen of Luka‘s smartphone as he scrolled through all the different images on the site.
„Board games?“
„I don‘t know, I feel this is kind of more for kids“
„A board with a quote on it?“ Luka suggested stopping at an image with a rectangular-shaped wood with a quote about faith.
„A little boring“
„Wow look they made a console out of wood. What is a personal object Lila likes a lot, that you could do for her?“
„It‘s impossible for me to make something like that with my minor experience in handicraft.“
„Well maybe not like the console, something else like a guitar“
„I think it‘s still hard, no matter what I pick“ Nathaniel mentioned making Luka chuckle.
„You‘re very complicated Nathaniel“
„I‘m not complicated, I just overthink a little too much“
„Okay I see…..hey what about a bookshelf like this one?“
„And it shouldn‘t be that big, that everyone in the school would note“
„You‘re being complicated, boy“ Luka mentioned making Nathaniel growl.
„Luka, I asked you to help me“
„I‘m trying Nate,“
„I know, looks I pick a picture frame maybe shaped like a heart or a flower and in the end I ask Alix or Rose to paint it with me“ Nathaniel responded as Luka opened the search bar to look for something else, then widened his eyes as he had another idea.
„Hey what about you do something like this hexagonal prism here out from a tree trunk or so, then add on its sides framework, where Lila could add images on it and in the end decorate or paint it?“ Luka suggested showing Nathaniel the image making Nathaniel furrow his eyebrows, then he smiled excitedly as he found out what he could do.
„I think I‘ve got a plan“ Nathaniel announced looking up at Luka, which smiled at him back amused he could help Nathaniel good.
„And what are you planning to?“ Luka asked watching Nathaniel draw the prism on the note block.
The next Monday after the school Nathaniel ran out of the wardrobe with his messenger bag towards the stairs to the second floor, racing them up, heading towards the last classroom on the end of the level, where the raven-haired boy Luka stood with another boy, which gave him a fist bump before he walked away from the entrance of the classroom. Nathaniel arrived and looked up at the older friend.
„Mr. Bois had ordered a shaped trunk for you to work on, cause none of the machines in our classroom are able to remove the bark and the other rests of it. I find it looks fine for you to start doing your work“ Luka noted entering along with the redhead into the classroom, where two other students were around working on a wooden bench together with the teacher observing them sanding the lean of the rectangular-shaped object.
„Mr. Bois, this is my friend I was talking about, “ Luka said catching the attention of the brunette man, which looked at the musician standing there with the Jewish boy.
„Oh welcome to my classroom Nathaniel“ Mr. Bois welcomed walking towards the two boys. „Your friend Luka told me you wanted to make a special present for a certain someone, am I right?“ The teacher asked watching Nathaniel roll his eyes away in embarrassment.
„Y….yeah“ He responded. „She‘s in my class“
„Have you got any idea, how you‘re going to start with the work or what you have planned to do?“ The man asked watching Nathaniel open the hood of the messenger bag to take out a white A6 sheet with a sketch of the prism, including the details he wanted to add on the project.
„Well, my idea would be all the six sides have on the top a rectangular-shaped frame for her to be able to add an image. Every second side has under it a round frame and the other ones have this type of flower shape“ Nathaniel explained to the teacher showing him his detailed sketch of the gift he wants to create for Lila Rossi.
„You‘re very talented in things as details….oh and what about the head?“ The teacher questioned, then Nathaniel wide his eyes as he forgot to mention that part.
„Oh uh I‘m still not sure what to do there. First I planned the Italian flag, then a fox head, then both and now I‘m a little unsure, what to pick“
„Well you can choose that later, first, you need to work on the body of your trunk, add the frames on it, scoop out a little from the sides, draw the shapes you want on a sheet, so you can use it later to shape the frames and saw it in the correct shape“
„Yeah“ Nathaniel replied, then Luka removed from his arm a hairband and handed it out to the friend. „For what is that“
„Safety“ Luka responded. „You need to tie your hair when you‘re going to use any of the machines here“
„I thought I would have to saw them all by hand“ Nathaniel mentioned seeing Luka shrug his shoulders.
„Maybe you won‘t need to do all by hand, but just in case you‘re going to use any of the machines, your hair and head is at least save“
„You‘re describing it as if I had never had handicraft lessons“
„Elementary school didn‘t have any machines back in our time“
„Well I gotta give you right on that“ Nathaniel admitted, then looked at his plan, then back at his trunk, that was already refined to be processed by the hands of the boy. „I better start now, it‘s going to be a lot of work“
„Good, you‘re going to have a lot of fun on it“ Luka affirmed placing his hand on Nathaniel‘s shoulder.
„Oh and if you see Lila, Rose or anyone else. Tell them I‘m….somewhere but not here, can I count on you?“ Nathaniel asked earning a nod from the Couffaine boy, then he left the redhead alone who walked across the room to the end of it, where there lied on a table couple of woods boards lied in various sizes. Nathaniel grabbed a few boards, making his way to the side, where the teacher‘s desk was and he grabbed a few misprinted A4 sheets, thereafter Nathaniel returned to his table spreading the stuff on the table and he took out from his bag his case to take out a pencil and a small ruler, after that he started to measure the trunk. He placed under the ruler his finger, followed by moving the ruler over his finger, placing it under his finger, again he made that move as he kept trying to measure the trunk with the small ruler while calculating the numbers.
One of the guys, that had stopped with grinding the bench looked at what Nathaniel was doing, then looked back at his own table, where there lied a wooden ruler of 60 cm and picked it up, walking up at the redhead, then watched Nathaniel place the ruler on the side of the trunk and realized someone was standing beside him and he looked up.
„Uh hi“ Nathaniel greeted looking up at the older student. „Can I help you?“
„Hey. I just saw you measuring that trunk and since I saw you had that small ruler, I saw the one from the class here and thought about borrowing it to you, if you were interested“ The tall boy suggested. „So you won‘t need to calculate every time you use yours“
„That‘s great, thank you, “ Nathaniel said picking up the ruler of the classmate from Luka. „What‘s your name?“
„Christoph,“ He responded. „Aren‘t you that guy, that drew that Ladybug comic for the school blog?“
„Yeah“
„I read it and I gotta say, you‘re a very talented artist. Where did you learn to draw like that?“ The boy asked watching Nathaniel shrug his shoulders.
„At home by myself“ The redhead answered. „My comics and anime inspired me to it“
„You know, you could draw something anime-like on a sheet or on the wood and we could help you or show you how to engrave it on the wood.“
„Maybe, first I need to see how it will turn out“
„Sure, you can ask us for help, if you need anything“ Christoph responded walking back to the other friend, picking up another abrasive sandpaper to continue helping the other classmate with their bench.
Nathaniel measured up his trunk, then added points for about two centimeters away from the edge, then moved the trunk a little to the side to repeat the same task he did before.
On Friday during the last lesson in the morning the class had French history class the students sat in their place reading all a different book. Nino Lahiffe lied his book down next to his pad, then unlocked the device, which landed on an open word page with a few pages filled with words and started to type on the screen to resume the chapter he had just read, soon half of the class did the same on their ipads all tapping with their fingertips on the screen.
On the back of the class, Nathaniel had his eyes glued on the book, while beside him Lila had her hand under her chin while she was reading her book with a warm smile. Nathaniel rolled his eyes away from his book to look at the girl, smiling a little at the sight of the gorgeous girl beside him and he looked down at the feet of the girl, in front of the girl he spotted a large unwrapped gift with Lila‘s name on it with a large computer font to disguise her secret santa‘s actual calligraphy.
Lila closed her book, afterward, she glanced at Nathaniel, which had been looking at her, soon he quickly looked away from her turning a little red on the face.
„How many pages have you got until you‘re done with your book?“ The Italian girl questioned making Nathaniel shrug his shoulders.
„Probably 100. I‘m only on half of the book“ Nathaniel answered making Lila nod. „And you?“
„I think about 160. There are at least 300 pages in this book“
„I get easily bored in reading books without pictures“ Nathaniel mentioned making Lila chuckle.
„Explains why you choose a world war 2 book, which every kid in high school has read it at least one time in their lives “
„Why not….it‘s….interesting“ Nathaniel responded. „I‘m not reading it, because I know it or because it‘s not that big“
„Of course“ Lila replied sarcastically, then Nathaniel looked at Lila‘s book and she showed him the cover. „You know that book?“
„Nope“
„It‘s about a young woman, who found a job as a companion for a man, that had become paralyzed after an accident a few years ago. She and the man dislike each other in the start, but with the time they become good friends and they fall in love,“
„I think there is a movie based on it“ Nathaniel mentioned. „Doesn‘t he get euthanized in the end?“
„Hey! Don‘t ruin the book for me“ Lila pouted while crossing her arms, making Nathaniel laugh.
„Who knows, maybe there are more movies with a similar plot“ Nathaniel comforted Lila earning a nod from her.
Miss Bustier placed her book down on her table, then got up from her chair taking a blue-wrapped present, that she had in front of her computer and leaned beside her desk.
„Dear class before I allow you to your lunch break if you want you can open your presents now in front of each other and maybe you can figure out by yourself, who your secret Santa was“ The redheaded teacher declared watching all the students taking from under their table. Adrien, Kagami, Ivan, Rose and Sabrina had their secret gift on top of their desk and they picked it up and ripped the wrapping paper off.
„Hey wow a Ryuko action figure“ Kim revealed excited as he had opened his present. „That‘s the last one I needed to collect for my superhero collection“ Kim mentioned looking at the class, then Adrien gave Nino a fist bump who smirked back at the blonde. Nino and Adrien both unwrapped their gifts off to see their gifts.
„Hey an ear warmer!“ Nino announced. „I‘ve been looking around, but I couldn‘t find them anywhere“
„Really?“ Adrien asked a little surprised. „There were a lot of them at the Hot Bananas store“
„I saw none of these stores“ Nino mentioned checking his new earbuds out and found the tag. „Oh it is from Hot Bananas“
„Hey I‘ve got bath bombs“ Adrien mentioned taking a look on his box and wide his eyes as he saw, what scent it had. „Oh it‘s passion fruit, who knew that?“
„I think I knew who it was“ Alya mentioned rolling her eyes at Marinette, which had looked back at Adrien in surprise at seeing him with the present.
„Uhm I didn‘t have him, I had Kagami“ Marinette answered seeing behind Adrien Kagami hold a red-colored crystal lamp.
On the back, Nathaniel opened his present, which was a blue-colored crystal lamp similar to Kagami‘s.
„Wow, “ Nathaniel said as he saw the gift he received. Lila beside him checked the large gift out, then Nathaniel looked at her and thought on outwitting Lila about the present.
„Oh wow Lila, I wonder, what present is in there“ Nathaniel stated watching Lila remove the paper off her gift, then as she got to see the present she widened her eyes in shock at the gift she had become. The hexagonal-shaped trunk had been colored in three different colors, symbolizing the nationality of the brunette and on the top of the trunk, there was a nearly-well done paint of an anime fox head in the middle of the object. Around the trunk on the top, it had rectangular-shaped frames that had on each corner a fake gold-colored nail to tighten the frame on the trunk. Under the first frames, it had a circle-shaped and a flower-shaped frame but colored in the opposite color as of the site the frame was.
„Is that, what you have been working the whole last week?“
„I kind of had help from Luka and some…..wa….wait…..how did you figure it out?“ Nathaniel asked shocked as Lila figured it out immediately.
„You didn‘t think I would fall for your tries of keeping it a secret, didn‘t you?“ Lila asked with a smirk making Nathaniel sink his head down.
„Well, it was worth trying, “ Nathaniel said looking back at her. „At least until we could reveal it later“
„Aww thank you so much, this has been one of the greatest gifts I have ever received from someone“ Lila thanked the seatmate making him smile.
„I guess the many splitters I‘ve got from sanding were worth it“ Nathaniel mentioned making Lila giggle.
„Oh no, that must have been awful to deal with“
„It still was worth it, “ The redhead said. „I made you happy and that‘s what mattered to me“ Nathaniel admitted seeing Lila smile at him angelic and Nathaniel looked down a little shy, making Lila grin and place her hand on his shoulder.
„Wish I could have given you something too“
„It‘s not necessary“ He answered earning a small nod from Lila.
„Maybe I can come up with something for your birthday or any other day“
„If you want to“ Nathaniel added getting up from his chair followed by Lila. „Do you need help in carrying it?“
„No it‘s alright“ Lila answered. „Thank you for questioning it,
Nathaniel smiled at the brunette as the bell of the school rang, announcing the start of the midday and all students got up from their chair putting their stuff away in their bag.
„Are you….going to stay over midday here at the school?“ Nathaniel asked seeing Lila shake her head.
„My grandparents are here over Christmas until January the 10th. I‘m going to have lunch together with them“
„That‘s fantastic“ Nathaniel admitted earning a smile from the girl.
„We‘ll see each other in the afternoon, don‘t worry“ Lila answered placing her hand over his shoulder, leaning her face to Nathaniel‘s face giving him a gentle kiss on the cheeks, turning them pink. Soon before Lila left she ruffled Nathaniel‘s hair and picked up her messenger back and the gift, then accompanied Kagami, that had been standing in front of their desk waiting for the friend. Nathaniel observed Lila leaving at the exit of the classroom, then Rose and Juleka appeared beside him gazing at their childhood friend.
„Did you like Juleka‘s present?“ Rose asked seeing Nathaniel gaze lovely at the door, where Lila had left and Rose exchanged looks with Juleka, then she hugged the redhead from behind excited.
„Oh you‘re totally in love with her, my boy!“ Rose cried while Juleka covered her mouth to avoid laughing at the small girl. „Don‘t worry, we‘re going to help you out with her. I promise“ Rose announced looking at the boy, which felt a little embarrassed with the situation, thereafter he picked up his gift and his messenger bag and left the classroom walking along with the girls on the side of the handrail looking down at the court, where he saw Lila walking together with Kagami, leaving him back with a delightful feeling in his heart.
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Keep On Rising(Until The Sky Knows Your Name) 17
Found Family | Zavala is Tower Dad | Father-Daughter Relationship | Childhood Trauma and Recovery | Canon-Typical Violence | Amputation
A story about how an orphaned Amanda Holliday comes to belong in the Last Safe City and the family she finds along the way.
(Or, the story of how Commander Zavala finds himself responsible for one Amanda Holliday.)
Chapters: 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07 | 08 | 09 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16
This time: Zavala gets flung head-first into being Amanda’s Guardian. Eva stops by to see his charge.
Notes: I’m so sorry for taking a month off on this one! After a lot of consideration I’ve decided to finish this one off with the conclusion of chapter 19(maybe a tiny epilogue, we’ll see). I’d like to write more for them, but I think it would make sense to package each arc of their story neatly. Expect a sequel about them adjusting to life after Amanda’s injury, including the difficulties of Zavala’s work, and those who have to step in and lend a hand.
-/
He swears he only dozes off for a second, but when he wakes, the light of the sunrise is bright in his eyes, and Amanda’s laying the wrong way in the bed, her head near the footboard. “How much longer?” She whines to Shiori, hovering above her.
“Twelve minutes. How’re you holding up?”
She flops face down with an exasperated groan. It’s enough of a reply.
“What are you doing?” Zavala asks, watching her.
“Stretchin’.” She puts a hand on her right hip, but winces when she pushes down.
“By laying on your stomach?”
“I gotta,” She tells him, turning her head to the side, mostly murmuring into her blankets. “Twice a day I gotta lay on my tummy or my hip gets all twisted ‘n angry.”
“Apparently,” Shiori floats over to her Guardian, “If she does this before therapy, it makes things easier.”
“Y’think the same lady will come in to make me do my leg circle-thingies? She was nice.”
“What?” Zavala looks to Shiori, who gives a Ghost’s impression of a shrug.
Amanda lifts herself up with her arms, shaking slightly. “Ain’t nobody told you anything, have they?” At the Commander’s deer-in-headlights look - which was really funny, she thought - she sighs. “They make me do all sorts a’stuff all day. I take medicine, then I do my exercises, then sometimes the doctor comes to see me. Then,” She stresses, overwhelmed with the thought of all these tasks, “They give me more medicine an’ I nap,” She flushes. “The medicine makes me sleepy.” She sighs. “You really don’t miss nothin’.”
He hums, rising from the rather uncomfortable chair to stretch himself, reaching first to the sky, then down to the floor before using the little en-suite to freshen up.
“When ya leavin’?” She asks after him, around the time when Shiori tells her she’s in the home stretch; Only four more minutes and she can roll back over.
He stands in front of the window on the other side of the room, not returning to the chair. “I am not. Not today. Not unless there is an emergency.”
Amanda absolutely beams at him.
-/
The doctor pulls him out into the hall when he stops to see Amanda towards the end of her physical therapy session. If he’s intimidated by the rank of the man he’s talking to, he doesn’t show it. Instead, he hands Zavala a copy of every medical record they have on the girl, which Shiori immediately transmats it away, scanning and uploading every word to her internal memory and a tablet for Zavala.
“I’m estimating about two, maybe three weeks,” The man says. “The majority of her injuries were minor, leg excluded. Right now, so long as we can keep her eating and she puts on weight, all of her lab values should balance out, and she should be free to go. By then she should be completely mobile on crutches, and in a few months, if not sooner, she’ll be able to start using a prosthesis.”
“I did not expect it to be so soon,” Zavala admits, tucking one fist into the other hand behind his back.
“It’s a traumatic injury,” The doctor muses, “But an amputation is usually pretty clean. Her scarring is not as neat as I had hoped, however, and she will grow. Therapy will be the most important thing. She will compensate with her back and hips for the lack of a knee. Pain will likely be an issue. We’ll get her started on a regimen, but it will be imperative to keep up with it, in order to facilitate a complete recovery. The psychological aspects will be far more intensive. We’ll set you up with someone she can talk with.”
The doctor does not carry on for long before moving on to his next patient. When he goes, Shiori hovers in Zavala’s peripheral. “We have work to do,” She tells him. “A lot of work to do.”
Zavala would agree aloud if she pushed him to, but Shori can already sense he’s overwhelmed, so she opts for a gentler approach. She’s used to reading errant thoughts across their link, well aware that her very stoic, very in-control Commander is actually an anxiety-riddled maelstrom of emotion. He’s very good about not letting it show.
“We knew it would be all hands on deck,” She reminds him mildly. “We’ll take it a day at a time.”
His agreement is silent, between them alone. She shivers out of being in motes of light, her soundless fusion with him like a gentle reassurance, a reminder to breathe.
-/
Two days later, Zavala comes to check in on Amanda mid-morning only to find Eva perched on the edge of the bed. Amanda is standing, holding both of the woman's hands for balance, sweating with the effort. A chair is behind her, to catch her if she falls.
Zavala waits in the doorway, not wanting to spook the girl and ruin her already precarious balance. She forces herself to sit without flopping, putting one hand on the arm of the chair, then the other, then controlling her movement.
"My arms feel like jelly," She grouses.
"New exercise?"
"Zavala!" She tilts her head in the direction of his voice, the cheer his arrival brings visible. Eva smiles.
"Hello, Amanda. I see you have a visitor."
"Eva and I had breakfast," She tells him, looking to Eva. "It was really good."
"I am glad you liked it," Eva tells her, patting the top of her hand. "I'm going to make those pastilleos I told you about. I'll have to bring you some."
She looks to Zavala while Amanda hums an excited mhmm! Zavala's blue gaze meets hers for a beat, giving insight to his gratefulness. When he'd spoken to Eva the day before, she committed herself to helping with keeping the girl's weight up without his prompting, but he was not expecting her to come through so quickly. Really, he should have known better.
"Well, I'm not just here for that," Eva says kindly, retrieving a bag she'd placed on the windowsill. She pulls out a tablet, handing it to the girl. “We have some decorating to do.”
“We do?”
Eva laughs. “My dear, we have to talk about your bedroom! You won’t be in the hospital forever, and when you get home you’ll need a place for-”She breaks off when Amanda’s face crumples. “Oh, don’t cry dear, it’s alright!”
She wipes the tears away from her face with the back of her hand, giving a nervous laugh as the other trembles, propping up the tablet. “I don’ mind whatever,” She says quietly, with a nervous laugh. “It’s fine.”
“Oh, come now, there has to be something you’d like-”
Zavala shakes his head, hardly a gesture at all, really. Amanda doesn’t notice, but it’s enough to silence Eva. He takes the tablet from Amanda without preamble, setting it aside and then leaning down. “Think you can stand again?”
She nods, and he offers her both hands, letting her use them for leverage to pull herself to a single shaking leg. He feels it buckle before she realizes what’s happening and dips, catching her before she’d ever come close to the ground.
“Sorry,” She murmurs, and he shakes his head.
“You aren’t hurt?”
“This happened earlier,” She admits softly. “I’m real weak, they said.”
“You haven’t been feeling well,” He muses, “And your body isn’t used to this. We’ll work on it.” She hums, snuggling into his embrace while he moves aside one blanket and sits in the chair with her in his lap. He reaches for the tablet. “But for now, I think Eva said there were some patterns with ships on them, and we should at least look at them.” He looks down at her, unsurprised by her unwavering gaze. “Did you tell Eva that you want to be a pilot when you’re older?”
“Oh, that’s lovely, dear!” Eva gushes.
“But-” The hurt in her voice cuts the conversation like a knife. They fall silent. She doesn’t have to speak it aloud for the two adults to understand what she’s thinking.
Then, “You have a habit of making the impossible happen,” Zavala tells her softly, whispering the truth against her hair as he searches through Eva’s round up of decorative options. “You made it to the City, fought the Fallen and lived to tell about it. Convinced me-” Her fingers curl over his arm in a pseudo-hug. He kisses her forehead when he cannot continue, waylaid by his emotional transparency. “You’ll fly, Amanda. Believe me.”
She twists to hug him for real, but it doesn’t last for more than a couple seconds. When she settles, she looks over to Eva. “Are there ones with li’l ships?” Her head rests against Zavala’s jaw as she helps him scroll through the images. “I really do wanna fly someday,” She admits quietly.
“There should be,” Eva answers. “And if there’s not one you like, we’ll figure out something different. You leave it to Eva, dear.”
#amanda holliday#commander zavala#found family#destiny fanfiction#shipwright september#(yes i know it's october but let's just keep this organized shall we)
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School of Tollomancy: A Work in Progress...
So this is just a thing I’m making, hoping to turn it into a real and balanced Wizard Subclass.
Tollomancy is a work-in-progress placeholder name for the Subclass, and comes from ‘Tollo’, meaning ‘To Cancel’ or ‘To Remove’, and the suffix “-mancy”, meaning “through otherworldly means”.
So as you can deduce, Tollomancy means “To Cancel or Remove through otherworldly means”.
This is literally just my ideas for the Subclass, I usually make Magic Items that grant these sort of things, but I want to venture more into Subclass Creation and perhaps even Full Class Creation one day...
Actually, maybe this would work as it’s own Class? I don’t know, you tell me!
Anyways here’s some of my ideas for a “Wizard of Dead Magic”, someone able to stop other spellcasters by fighting magic with magic!
Think Dead Magic Zones from 3.5e... That’s kinda what inspired me...
Shatter Phantasms: Cancel illusions.
I have no idea what “Cancel Illusions” means. Maybe you expend a spell slot to gain temporary Truesight. Maybe you can wave your hands and make illusory duplicates, objects and disguises disappear.
Either way, I’d love to hear your interpretations of it and how you’d work it to make it a Subclass feature.
Consume Enchantment: End 1 effect that's affecting you or another creature you can see.
Think of the wording like this: “If you are charmed or frightened, you can expend a spell slot to immediately end that condition.”
You could extend this to other conditions like Paralysed or Poisoned or etc, but those would have to be specifically caused by Magic.
Maybe at later levels, you become immune to things like a Dragon’s Frightful Presence, because I guess it’s “Technically” caused by Magic... I guess...
But maybe instead of expending your precious Wizard spell slots, you get to do this a number of times per long rest equal to your Wizard’s Intelligence Modifier (Minimum of 1, to make it fair...).
(I couldn’t think of a name for this feature): Cast Counterspell for free once per rest.
This is probably gonna end up as very simple wording:
“You can cast Counterspell without expending a spell slot.
Once you cast Counterspell in this way, you can't do so again until you finish a short or long rest, though you can still cast it normally using an available spell slot.”
A free casting of Counterspell is powerful by itself, and so this might be something like the Subclass’ 6th or probably 10th level feature.
Devastating Reprisal (I couldn’t think of a better name): When you successfully Counterspell a spell cast by a hostile creature, the creature cannot cast any spells other than Cantrips for the next minute. The creature cannot cast spells through magical items such as staffs, rods or wands during this time.
I was initially thinking of this ability as simply “The Spellcaster can’t cast spells for 1 minute”, but I thought that was way too strong for a feature, so limiting it to Cantrips I thought was a good idea.
Maybe or maybe not on the issue of using Magic Items to cast Spells, and this also brings the issue of racial spells like a Tiefling’s Hellish Rebuke, which I’d probably say would be allowed, unless feedback suggests otherwise.
Wardbreaker: Whenever you make a spell attack that targets a single creature, that spell ignores the AC bonuses given by spells such as Mage Armor and Shield.
I also wanted this to include nullifying some of the more exclusive spells like Armor of Agathys or Death Ward, but I think being able to cancel crucial Wizard spells like Shield and Mage Armor is good enough already.
I mean the first thing a Wizard that specialises in cancelling another Magic-User’s Spells would learn is how to bypass those common protective spells and wards, like Mage Armor and Shield...
(I couldn’t think of a name for this feature): When you successfully Counterspell a spell cast by a hostile creature, it doesn't consume your reaction.
This is a big one, probably even too big for the Tollomancer’s 14th level ability, but I thought I’d put it here anyways, because the ability to essentially cast Counterspell twice per round is VERY powerful, especially when the big bad of the campaign is a lich or spellcaster of any kind...
Believe me when I say I don’t want this Subclass to be “I cast Counterspell!” constantly, because that would become boring VERY quickly, but the first thing that came to mind when generating ideas for this “Wizard that can break other Wizards” was to just make Counterspell-ing their spells easier, with a higher chance for you to cancel their spells...
But I think I would word this ability / feature like this: “When you successfully Counterspell a spell cast by a hostile creature, you regain the use of your reaction at the end of that turn.”
Maybe this is too strong and unbalanced, but that’s why I’m putting this here, so you can tell me!
(I couldn’t think of a name for this feature): You learn the Counterspell and Dispel Magic spells, these spells are always prepared and do not count towards your number of spells known.
Maybe I should change this to just learning Counterspell, but I think these two spells are almost definitely some of the spells you’d pick as a Tollomancer (still not sure on that name...).
A lot of other Wizard Subclasses grant extra spells, so maybe 2 extra spells is fine? But I don’t know, I don’t do this often enough...
(I couldn’t think of a name for this feature): Choose Fire, Cold, Lightning, Acid, Thunder or Psychic Damage. When you are subjected to damage of your chosen type from an enemy creature, you may use your reaction to instead take half as much damage and gain a number of temporary hit points equal to the damage you take.
I originally wanted to make this in a way that you instead take no damage and gain a number of temporary hit points equal to the damage you would’ve taken, but it’s still an idea I had so I’m slapping it on the list!
(I couldn’t think of a name for this feature): When you take 20 or less damage from a hostile creature's spell while you are concentrating on a Wizard spell, you automatically succeed on your Constitution Saving Throw to maintain Concentration.
Again, an Idea that is probably pretty powerful if not overpowered, but hey! It’s an idea, so let’s put it on the list for your pleasure to read!
(I couldn’t think of a name for this feature): If you would roll a 9 or lower on an ability check to counter or dispel a spell (such as one made when you cast counterspell or dispel magic), you instead roll a 10.
This is just a feature so that you don’t end up wasting a high level counterspell or a dispel magic only for it to fizzle and fail before your eyes...
Maybe it could be a higher level feature, but it’s definitely something I like, and it reminds me of the Rogues “Reliable Talent” Feature, so maybe this Wizard Feature comes in at level 10? Or maybe level 14? I don’t know!
Ok, so I know this Post is already SUPER DUPER LONG with all my ideas for the Tollomancy Subclass (still not sure on the name), but I have 3 major features that I love, but I know that they’re almost obviously overpowered features, which is sad because I think they’re so cool!
Anyways... Here’s my even wackier ideas...
Erase Spell (Once per 7 Days): As a Reaction when you are struck by a Spell Attack, or you take Damage from a Spell that is not a cantrip, you can choose to make an Intelligence Check, with a DC equal to 13 + The Spell’s Level.
If you succeeds, you erase that Spell from existence. All Spellcasters on any Plane of Existence no longer know or can cast the Spell, and history reveals no knowledge of the Spell’s Existence.
All Magic Items, such as Potions or Spell Scrolls, that offer the Spell’s Effects are immediately destroyed and cannot be recovered by any means short of a Wish Spell.
This is just ripped straight from the Vecna Stats I made a while ago, and I’m not afraid to say it!. But I thought I would be SO FRICKEN COOL to see a Wizard that specialises in stopping magic just poof a Spell out of existence...
And if this will ever become a Wizard Feature, it’s gonna end it being HEAVILY edited... I already know that...
Dead Magic: Once every seven days, as an Action, you command the Weave to rip and tear the magical energy from this area.
You create an Area of Temporary Dead Magic (Detailed Below), this Area extends outwards from you to a Radius in Feet equal to Your Spellcasting Ability Score X 5.
This Area functions as the Spell Antimagic Field, with the following additions:
Within this Radius, Spells can't be cast, Summoned Creatures and Incorporeal Undead disappear, Shapechanging Creatures revert to their Natural Forms, and Non-Artifact Magic Items become Mundane.
Creatures or Objects within this Dead Magic Zone cannot be targeted by Spells cast by Creatures or Magic Items outside this Dead Magic Zone.
Potions or Magic Items that create the effect of a Spell are suppressed within the Dead Magic Zone. While an effect is suppressed, it doesn't function, but the time it spends suppressed counts against its Duration.
Effects such as a Red Dragon's Fiery Breath do not affect Objects or Creatures within this Dead Magic Zone.
Divination Spells cannot detect Creatures and Objects that are within this Zone of Dead Magic.
It is impossible to use a Teleportation Effect to move into or out of this Dead Magic Zone.
This Temporary Dead Magic Zone lasts 1 minute, or until you choose to dispel it.
I also wanted to include some sort of Exhaustion thingy for when the effect fades, like maybe they instantly take 5 levels of exhaustion? Or maybe you take psychic or necrotic damage? Or maybe your current number of hit dice is halved?
Maybe this effect requires concentration???
I think it’s blatantly obvious that this is overpowered, but it’s such a cool image that when I thought of it, even though I knew it would be OP, I’m still putting it in this post.
Arcanist Above All: Once every 30 Days, you can choose to expend a 9th Level Spell Slot as an Action and choose a Hostile Spellcaster that can see and hear you.
By pressing your hands against the Creature’s forehead, you force the Creature to make an Intelligence Saving Throw with a DC equal to the Saving Throw DC of your Spells.
If the Creature fails this Saving Throw, it loses any ability to cast Spells, even Innate Spells, as well as the ability to activate Magic Items, understand language, or communicate legibly by any means.
This effect on the Creature is considered permanent unless you choose to end this effect.
Again, the ability of a Wizard that specialises in stopping other Wizards, having the ability to stop a Magic-User from using magic FOREVER, is obviously OP, and if it were to become a Subclass Feature, it would probably be a very powerful one.
But it’s also cool, so it’s goin’ on the list!
First off, thank you so much for reading all this, I know it’s a LONG post (probably one of my longest posts), and I know a lot of it probably doesn’t make sense, but thanks anyways...
So if you have any feedback, or have any ideas for names of class features and abilities, or if you have any ideas at all for wording all the mechanics, features and abilities (or even some of the wackier abilities), let me know!
This is very clearly an early alpha for the Subclass (I mean it’s literally a list of notes and ideas), so all you people taking the time to comment and re-blog and do your thing to help build this subclass, even if it’s just sharing with a fellow dnd player or DM, it all helps! So Thanks!
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Christmas Dates
Castiel - Nathaniel - Rayan - Hyun
Priya
You arrive at the park a few minutes early. You pick a table to sit at and scroll through your phone as you wait patiently for Priya to arrive. You invited her out on a bit of whim after thinking about how supportive and understanding she has been toward you.
You do not have to wait long, because soon she appears bundled up in a navy blue coat and baby blue hat, glove and scarf set. Her long brown hair is down, tickling the back of her denim clad thighs. She smiles when she sees you and your heart dances inside your chest.
"Hey Candy, Merry Christmas." She says as she slides into the seat next to you.
"Merry Christmas!"
"So what made you want to go ice skating today?" She asks, lifting an eyebrow toward the large skating rink that is thrown together in the park every winter.
"I've never been." You say with a sheepish smile.
She suddenly grabs your hand as she stands back up. "Well what are you waiting for? Let's go get some skates."
You stand up, still holding Priya's hand as she pulls you to the rental booth. There is no one in line, so you both quickly order skates in your size. The employee adds up the total and you stop Priya before she can pull out her wallet. "I'm treating you today."
She gives you a playfully dubious look before smiling. You smile back, feeling a little helpless any time you look at her. You aren't quite sure what it is, but ever since coming back to town and rekindling your friendship with Priya, the flame between you two seems... different. Especially after that night on the beach where you danced and swam until you fell asleep together, things aren't the same as they were back in highschool. Or maybe they are, and the way you felt then is coming to light now. But what is this feeling coming to light?
"Are you alright, Candy? You look a little lost." She asks.
You shake your head. "Yes, I'm fine. I'm sorry. I was just thinking I'm happy to be here with you." And you are.
She grins. "Me too. Let's put on our skates so we can test out the ice."
You both sit together on a bench and slide into your skates. Priya shows you how to lace them up, making sure the laces are tight and secure around your ankles. She helps keep you balanced as you stand awkwardly to your feet. You feel a little uncomfortable, but quickly find it isn't as hard to walk as you previously thought.
You find Priya's gloved hand again and hold it as you enter onto the ice. The ice feels slick and unpredictable beneath your feet as the blades of the skates slice into the ice. You give Priya's hand a tight squeeze and hug the gate with your other hand.
She laughs. "Don't worry Candy, it isn't as scary as seems."
You look around to see several people busting their tail bones on the ice and aren't too sure Priya is right.
She sees your doubtful eyes and laughs again. "Don't worry about it. I won't let you fall." She says, still guiding you along as you grip the fence. "I'll let you hold the railing for the first time around, just to get a feel for it, but after that it's you and me." She adds.
You nod, still trying to figure out the safest way to propel forward. After about halfway around the track you feel more confident on the ice. You don't hold the railing as tightly and you are able to glide forward easier.
When you complete your first lap around, you let go of the fencing. Priya carefully guides you away from the rail. "See, this isn't so hard." She says as she watches you glide beside her.
"Yes, but that's easy for you to say. You make everything look effortless." It's true. Every time she does anything, it looks good. Dancing, swimming, giving Amber hair cuts back at Sweet Amoris... you imagine that when she becomes a lawyer, she'll make destroying opponents in the court room look easy too.
She laughs. "Oh please, you have no idea how many times I have fallen on ice. This rink has gotten everyone at one point or another."
You try to picture Priya falling on ice, but somehow you just picture her doing it in the most gorgeously graceful way possible. Priya adds, "But seriously, you are doing a wonderful job. The fact that you haven't fallen yet is impressive."
You roll your eyes. "Yeah. That's because I am going at a snail's pace."
"Did you want to speed it up?" Her tone is heavily implying a challenge as she lifts her eyebrow.
You smirk. How hard can it be to go a little faster? You are getting the hang of this after all. "Catch me if you can!" You say letting go of her hand and jetting forward.
"Hey!" You hear her call behind you with mock anger.
You zip past a couple of kids and barely dodge a tall man. You peek behind you to see Priya gaining on you. Pumping your feet faster, you fly forward.
You feel a pair of hands grab you from behind, throwing you off balance. You playfully scream as Priya tries her best to steady the both of you. It is to no avail. You both fall forward, quickly crashing into the hard ice.
A laughing fit conquers the two of you. Neither of you can stop laughing as she lays beside you on the ice. As you begin to calm down, you turn your head to look at her. Her eyes are piercingly blue. It's like staring at two massive glaciers, mysteriously cool and sharp as they slowly melt into you. It is simply breathtaking to see up close.
"Priya," you whisper.
"Yeah?"
"Your eyes are amazing."
She grins. "I like your eyes too, Candy."
You hear someone skate dangerously close to your head and sit up. She gets up too and helps you get to your feet. You dust each other off and get back to your adventures on the ice. The two of you skate around for a long time, holding hands and goofing off. When you finally had your fill of skating, Priya suggests grabbing some hot cocoa. You nod and head over to the concession stand and order hot chocolates with extra marshmallows. You pick a quiet little table off to the side to people watch. You sip hot chocolate, silently enjoying the company.
"Oh, Priya! I got you something." You say as you finally remember the package in your bag. You pull out the rectangular box wrapped in polar bear wrapping paper and hand it to her.
"Thanks, Candy. I actually picked something up for you too." She says pulling out a small box wrapped in green paper from her coat pocket.
You smile and take it from her hand. Priya begins to open her present, eager to see what is inside. She opens the box to see a knit light blue sweater. The sweater wraps around the front and hangs off the shoulders. "What do you think?" She asks as she holds the sweater against her body.
"I think it'll suit you nicely." You say with a smile.
"Me too. This is really cute, Candy. Where did you get it?"
"Leigh's shop."
She chuckles. "I should have known. I might have to change when I get home. I can't wait to try it on!"
"I'm glad you like it." You say relieved.
She makes a face at you to open your gift. And you obey. You rip the paper and open the box to reveal a pair of long dangling earrings with black tassels. You take them out of the box and wiggle them, watching the tassels shake like an amused child. Priya laughs at you. You stick your tongue out and put the earrings in your ears. You strike your best pose. "How do I look?"
"Beautiful, as always."
The way she says it makes you blush and you feel your heart beat a little faster. You take a sip of your hot cocoa to recover.
"So...uh...thank you. They are very cute." You finally manage to say. And then you remember why you invited her out in the first place. "You know, thanks again for helping Nina and me with that creep. And for doing the study group. ...And for going off on Nathaniel. That was very badass of you. And I definitely appreciate how supportive you have always been, in general. I am really thankful for our friendship, Priya. It means a lot to me."
She places her hand on your shoulder and smiles. "Don't mention it Candy. You know I'm always here for you.
"But can you believe that little smart-ass had the nerve to call me Pri-Pri? Who does he think he is?" She adds making a mock disgusted face.
You laugh. "Yeah, that was bold of him. He acts so... differently now. It's hard to believe he is the same guy we went to high school with."
"Yeah, I hope he can get his act together. Especially if he is hanging out with shady people like that creep."
"Yeah, me too. I just want him to be okay."
A moment of silence passes as you both let the subject die. You drink your hot chocolate and watch an old couple hold hands as they slide around the rink.
"So how is your thesis going?" Priya asks.
"So much better since our study sessions. I definitely don't feel as stressed about it as I did before."
"That's good. Your thesis was very interesting when I read it. I don't think you give yourself enough credit for how smart you are."
You feel your face heat up and take another sip of cocoa. You aren't sure what to say so you blurt out, "Did you memorize the Model Penal Code thingy?"
"See, you are brilliant. You remembered the name."
You playfully roll your eyes and she continues, "Yes I memorized the things I needed for class so I'm on track."
"Good. Next time we hang out though, we should watch another episode of Steven Universe."
She chuckles. "Yeah, definitely."
You both fall into a conversation about shows and cartoons, particularly, the favorites of your childhood. You keep chatting for awhile, soaking up the atmosphere and enjoying your drinks. You are having so much fun that you almost forget you have to catch the bus. You frantically check your phone.
"Oh crap! I have to go. I might miss my bus."
You quickly take off your ice skates and replace them with your shoes. Priya does the same. You hastily return the skates and race off to the bus stop together.
You are huffing and panting when you reach the stop. You definitely need to visit the gym more often in the new year. When you regain your ability to breathe, you catch sight of the bus turning the corner and coming into view further down the road. “Thank goodness I didn’t miss the bus!” You say a little breathlessly.
But when she doesn't respond you suddenly notice that Priya has been quietly staring up for a while now. You follow her eyes up to see a leafy green mistletoe dangling on the beam of the bus stop bench shelter. You flash Priya a curious stare and she returns it back, daring you with her eyes.
You slowly inch closer to her, closing your eyes as you bring your lips closer to hers. You’re so close that you are sharing the same breath just before your lips meet. You heart is pounding like you are standing at the edge of a cliff. Your brain tells you not to jump because it could be dangerous. But your body...your body craves the tightness in your gut and the weightlessness of free-falling. So you brace yourself to jump.
Her lips teasingly graze yours before pressing against them. Your body is going crazy at the softness of her lips. You slowly bring your hand up to softly stroke her cheek as you run your tongue over her lips. Her mouth tastes like cocoa and your mind is a bowl of mush as her tongue tangles with yours. You never imagined today would turn out this way. But you aren’t complaining.
You hear the bus approaching your stop and reluctantly pull away. You stare at Priya wild-eyed and dizzy, unsure of how to speak. The bus comes to a stop and you hear the doors open. Your eyes are still on Priya, who is as cool as the color of her eyes.
“Have a good Christmas, Candy.” she says, squeezing your arm as if you weren't just locking lips.
“You too.” You mumble, as you hug her. You let her go and get on the bus, completely overwhelmed with thoughts. You take a window seat and watch her wave goodbye as your bus drives off.
What just happened, you wonder. No one has ever kissed you that passionately before, certainty never a girl. You pull out your phone to listen to music, but aren’t able to drown out your thoughts the entire journey home.
Later that evening, you get a notification that you were tagged in a photo on Instagram. You open the app to see a selfie of Priya wearing the sweater you bought her. The sweater hugs all the right places as it hangs off her lovely shoulders. Your stomach flutters as you think about kissing her at the bus stop. The caption under the photo reads, “I think I just found my new favorite sweater! Thanks @Candylove XOXO.”
You grin and comment, “Np. That sweater was made for you. You look UH-MAZING! Thanks again for the earrings. I love them and so does my mom. Lol”
Looking at her picture and thinking about the kiss, you feel a wave of courage wash over you. You decide to send her a text message. “I just want to let you know that you don’t need a mistletoe to kiss me like that again...”
“Hmm... I will keep that in mind for the next time I see you then. ;)” She replies a few seconds later.
You imagine kissing her the second the ball drops on New Years. You smile like an idiot. “So what are you doing on New Year’s Eve?” You ask. They are having a New Year party at the Snake Room after all.
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goodnight n go. ↝ p. parker
a/n: i whipped up this very unedited blurb thingy based on my fav song off of sweetener. go stream it!! i hope you enjoy kids <3
warnings: none, unless you count a very long blurb without a read more option so you have to scroll through it all if you wanna skip this
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peter parker had an extraordinary talent for making people want to be around him. maybe it was the way he talked so passionately about the things he cared about, or perhaps it was the glimmer in his eyes whenever he put on the spider suit. every little thing about him radiated warmth and happiness, and it was like drinking liquid gold.
if only he wasn’t so cute, then letting him leave would be so much easier.
“you don’t really have to leave yet, y’know,” you suggested, holding onto his free hand that wasn’t attempting to put on his suit. “i think queens will be fine without you for a while!”
peter glanced at you, and almost fell victim to your eyes begging him to just stay spend another hour with you.
planting a kiss on your forehead, he halfheartedly attempted to unlatch his hand from yours. “i think your parents might kill me if they catch me in your room again.”
granted, this was true: last time your parents came home unexpected, they walked into a very surprised peter, and you haven’t heard the end of it since. but you weren’t so naive that you weren’t aware of the fact they loved him, because who doesn’t?
“i’ll take my chances,” you murmured, pressing your lips against his and indulged yourself in the taste of success; he had already taken off the suit by the time you got to the word ‘chances.’
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“(y/n), c’mooooon, i said i was sorry!”
peter was lots of things, but cautious was not one of them.
you were supportive of spider-man, how could you not be? the day you found out, the first thing you did was ask for a ride around new york, which had been the coolest experience of your life. there was a line to be crossed, however, and when he came home with two black eyes and a bruised lip, peter knew he crossed it.
“i wish you’d be more careful,” you snapped, turning your body so you didn’t have to face him. “next time it may be more than just a black eye.”
peter scooted closer to you on the bed, kissing your cheek and grabbing your hands so he could fiddle with your fingers.
another endearing trait, brought to you by peter parker, was the hand thing. you couldn’t count the amount of times he would just grab your hands and observe them for a few minutes, and then let go like nothing ever happened.
one time, his touch focused on your ring finger for a particularly long time. there hasn’t been a day that’s gone by where you didn’t think of it.
“you should see the other guy. i got in this really good punch, and then i shot him with web shooter number 39! i can’t remember what it’s called, but –“
as peter trailed off into a tangent about his night, you focused on his bright eyes right in the center of the bruises he had received. you couldn’t help but think of those eyes, bright and sparkling when he kissed you for the first time. you were certain you would of started dating that day. kissing him was easy, but feelings were so hard. why did you tell him you weren’t ready for anything yet? why did you force yourself to take things slow when you knew you wanted to grab on to him and never let him go?
“are you still pissed at me?”
you did your best to look annoyed, but secretly you had forgiven him as soon as he started talking about his web shooter combos.
“take a guess, peter.”
he raised his eyebrow, and smiled a bit.
“hey (y/n), what do you call it when batman skips church?”
you sighed and rolled your eyes and getting up to go get another ice, when peter responded to his own question.
“christian bale!”
you had to stifle a small giggle, but it was too late, peter had already seen. cheering in victory, you crossed your arms and sat back down next to him.
“i’m supposed to be mad at you,” you said, knocking your shoulder into his. “stop making me laugh.”
it’s bad enough we get along so well, could you stop being so cute and funny? it makes it harder to not fall in love with you.
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you stood in the subway station one saturday afternoon, watching peter make sure he had all of his stuff together.
“are you sure you have to go for a week?”
peter had been invited yesterday to go and tour the avengers facility upstate with tony, and as much as you loved hearing his stories about the avengers and and his antics, today felt different.
“i’ll miss you so much,” peter insisted, swinging an arm around your shoulder and kissing your cheek before the train pulled up on the tracks. “i’ll be back before you know it!”
now would of been as good of a time as ever to turn him towards you and kiss him, admitting you didn’t want to be just touch and go, but when peter was going to see his heroes in person, you couldn’t do anything to stop him.
he smiled, pecking you on the lips before boarding. you blinked, and just like that, he was gone.
you sighed, and wrapped your jacket tighter around you in an attempt to stop the chills flowing through you.
one of these days, he’ll miss his train, and we’ll be here together.
turning around, you started walking out of the station. the chilly new york air was nothing in comparison to how you felt without peters sunshine eyes looking you. it was only for a week, but a week seemed such a long time to go without him.
one day, i’ll tell you how i feel, peter, you thought to yourself, slipping your hands in your pocket and staring up at the sky. just give me any excuse to stay with you until then.
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Scared || Yang Jeongin (I.N) FF || Pt. 3
Pt.1 Pt.2 | >Pt.3< | Pt.4 (soon)
Pairing: Reader x Jeongin (I.N)
Genre: Angst, Fluff
Warning: Mention of Social Anxiety, Social Isolation and Depression, so please if you get easily triggered by the mentioned things stop reading here.
Disclaimer: English is not my first Language so please don’t mind my bad grammar ^^’
Time passed and people say time heals everything, well it didn’t, if anything it just got worse.
You Isolated yourself completely, you were rude to your parents to avoid needing to talk to them, trying to make then think it was just puberty and stuff. The least thing you wanted was them worrying about someone like you, yeah sure you are their daughter but still, you already were such a huge disappointment to them and knowing that they would have to pay for a damn psychiatrist adding on top to the money they already had to spend on you, no you you couldn’t do that it would only break you more, way more.
Well but you couldn’t stay in all day either, since your parents would find out very easily. So you just got up put on some makeup and left with a cold ‘bye’ or ‘I’m at ...’s’ just inserting a name that they might have picked up once or twice when you talked about school, and with that you were out. Making your way through the small corridor, speeding up as soon as you heard any kind of noise that could come from another human being, soon you reached the small window that lead to the fire escape staircase thingy which was attached to the wall of your building, you quickly stepped out on it stepped up a few steps and eventually sitting down on one of the just passed ones.
Earphones practically glued into your ears, blasting music into your ears on a volume that most people wouldn’t like, but you actually loved it, it was the only thing that could shut up you thoughts for a few moments.
You had your gaze either wandering around the endless horizon filled with other building which seemed to get taller day by day, or looking down at the busy streets filled with people which all have a purpose in life, unlike you, you just lived on, just existing without any reason for it.
You watched t streets below and as every time you thoughts drifted off in a not so pretty part of you mind.
‘ I could just jump now... everything would end and it would just be over.. all of this crap would be over, all of the failed things were finally over and I only have to jump to do that. ’
You sighed
‘ but it’s so selfish, well I cut everyone of already so it shouldn’t be that hard right? ’
‘ But I can’t do this, I can’t put my parents through that judgment, people will judge them so hard for a daughter that committed suicide, people will talk so much shit about them without even knowing what actually happened ’
“Fuck” you muttered wiping a tear from you cheek.
‘ Do you really have to cry again you fucking weird piece of shit?!? ’
You sat there silently crying and eventually calming down a bit later.
Once it got dark you made you way back in, unlocking the door to your apartment, rushing into your room not even caring if someone was home or not. You locked yourself into you room and just sat on you bed.
At some point you let yourself fall back onto the bed, you pulled your phone out of your pocket turning of the music and unplugging your headphones.
You opened you Instagram and started to scroll through your feed. Until you came across a specific post.
@ yjin: so glad that I have these dorks in my life now~~🤗
@ HAN.js: @ LkNoW yah! why are you blocking my face with your ugly ass hands?😣
@ LkNoW: @ HAN.js it’s not my fault that you are hella short!!😇
@ HAN.js: @ LkNoW I swear to god imma come over to you room and rip you ugly head of you shoulders!!😤
@ LkNoW: @ HAN.js then do so~🤗
@ Woojinnie: @ HAN.js don’t you dare to step a foot in that room, you guys should already be asleep by now!❗
@ hyun_jin: asleep my ass! only because we have the maknae in your room doesn’t mean that we have to sleep early!!🤔
@ b.chan: well it should be like that tho! we have to get up early tomorrow so you better fall asleep yourself, before I make you!😒
@ Felixu: uhh chan eomma is getting mad guys🤐
-and with that their conversation was over-
You looked at your phone for a few minutes.
‘ Well I know it he has fun, gosh Jonginnie grew up so much, bt who were those other guys? ’
You checked out their individual profiles
‘ oh yeah right he finally moved to the dorm. I’m so happy for him..’
You looked at his post again, not sure if you should comment anything or not. You really wanted to tell him that you were proud and very happy for him but on the other side you didn’t reply to his texts and calls throughout the whole last month thinking it was the best for him.
You let you phone drop on you bed and rolled on you back, blankly staring at the ceiling.
‘ I’m so dump, so so so fucking dump, I shut out every single person that shows interest in me, and I still expect them to keep doing that, Why would they like for real why would someone keep showing interest if you shut them out, your so stupid y/n ’
‘ well it’s to late now, I already was a complete asshole, I can’t get out of that now, nobody would want me anymore, well they obviously don’t and it’s all my fault ’
‘ but it’s better that way, every one has a great life, even Jeongin is finally getting closer to his goal of becoming an Idol. gosh, I was holding him back all those years wasn’t ? ’
Your eyes started to tear up again. you rolled over pressing your head into the sheets hoping it would muffle the sound of you sobbing.
-3rd person POV-
The girl silently kept crying for a few more hours until she finally fell asleep. She loved sleeping, it was the only time her busy head stopped working for a few hours letting her rest. She usually stays up until at least 3 am and then sleeps ‘till the afternoon, people say she is lazy and all but there were some very good reasons for her sleeping pattern.
If she sleep long it minimizes the time she would have to spent on that stairs, it minimizes the time she feels guilty for not doing anything, for not being like the others, for not having any friends, it just benefited her in many ways so why should she wake up, why should she wake up and wander through a day full of self destroying thoughts which most of the time ended in actions, she tried to not cut so much but that only leaded into her hitting her own head several times until she felt dizzy.
-Your POV-
Eventually got through you summer break, definitely not ready to start another school year.
You kept looking at Jeongin’s Social medias and found out that he now was in Seoul now. So it maybe was good that you shut him out, I mean it probably was way easier that a sad goodbye. He probably lived on and was able to leave Busan and you without even thinking to much about it right?
Hopefully.
You kept your old behavior in school not mean just silent and cold, building up the walls around your real self even higher and thicker. And you liked it that way, well you were kinda lonely even tho you always set with some other people out of your call they were just necessary to not look like a complete loser.
The only person you really missed was Jeongin, admitting that he was maybe more than just a brother to you.
Half of the school year passed and it was about to decide where your calls trip you go to. You didn’t pay attention at all, resting your head on your arms one earplug in to block out that hyper active kid on the table next to you.
“ how about a trip overseas? ” a girl which looked like a typical mainstream b*itch suggested.
“ did your tight clothes stop your blood from getting into your head? ” you mumbled maybe a little to loud, which you only realized by the ‘oooh’ sound some people around you made.
You looked at them emotionless.
“ what did you just say?! ” the girl snapped at you
You gaze drifted over and met her’s “ I said, what everyone in this room was thinking, do you really think we would have money for a trip overseas, sorry to crash you view on this world but not everyone gets money shoved up their asses like you and your “friends“, and besides that wherever we would get you would only complain about everything anyways so why bother going overseas when you can do this here as well? ”
She gasped loudly and very over dramatic, and you were kind of taken aback by your sudden attitude as well not letting it show tho.
The rest of your class was laughing and even you teacher had a little smirk on her face.
The girl didn’t really know what to say anymore so she just glared at you, you looked at her cold.
“ what? you think I would apologize only because you glare at me, sorry but that enormous amount of mascara an eyeshadow don’t scare me at all ”
“ woa y/n chill ” a boy a few rows in front you said chuckling
“ I’m chill I just can’t stand her stupidity any longer ” you sighed turning up the volume of you music and resting your head on you arm again.
“ Well since y/n is very talk-active today why doesn’t she suggest something? ”
Your eyes grew wide, ‘ wow wow wow stop this is getting to much right now, I never agreed of speaking in front of every one, fuck fuck fuck what do I do now?? PANIC! ’
You started to sweat and your cheeks got red right after.
“ I... I don’t care where we are going as longs as we have some free time there. y...you know to do whatever we want... ” You tried to calm down again.
You were a mess, just sitting there breathing heavily, sweating, glowing red and shaking on you whole body. You clenched you fists.
‘ get your shit together you dumbass!! people will start to notice it!! ’
And just when you thought it couldn’t get worse.
*Ping*
You got a message, wait WHAT??
Your eyes widened, you stared the table beneath you. You slowly pulled out you phone and looked at the pop-up widow on your Lockscreen.
Jeonginnie🌞👦:
Hey, well you ignored all my texts and calls and I didn’t know what to do so.. I gave you time, but I just can’t go on pretending that you just need time, I just get the feeling that you don’t want me in your life anymore,I guess you are just busy with your friends and I have to be okay with that, I’m sorry and take care~
While you read the text you felt your eyes tear up, you tried to hold them in, as well as you upcoming breakdown, you just con’t break down, note here and now. You slowly looked up again, meeting the gaze of several classmates, some looked worried, others looked like you were a complete freak and others didn’t even care.
“ Mrs. Park? Can.. can we maybe go to Seoul for our trip? ” you spoke with a thin, shaky voice fighting against the storm inside of you.
“ That is a good idea y/n, wee can do that if your classmates agree ” she looked through the class and already heard some mumble about what they would do in Seoul
“ Alright, Seoul it is! ”
As soon as you heard the bell you left storming out of the building, rushing home as fast as you could yet you didn’t go home. You ran up the stairs, as soon as possible you climbed out of the window, onto the same old staircase once again.
You went up a few stairs again, settling down on one that didn’t seem as rusty as the others and finally your wall broke down, you started to cry, heavily yet not really loud, at least silent enough to not be heard.
You just sat there crying your soul out, one word constantly circling in your mind.
“weak”
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Well I guess part 3 is done with that, the next pt. is going to be something a bit different and not as “depressing” I guess.
Also this ff is kind of taking a turn which I didn’t plan at all but I hope I won’t end up making this shitty, also I don’t really know if its going to be a good end or a bad end, I probably will make two tho since I wanna give you guys options and not everyone likes bad ends so yeah. byeee~
~J☯
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Aright, guys, yesterday I came home, after having an extremely shitty end to what had been a good day that left me depressed, to this:
Someone reposted my art. Without pernission and most importantly without credit at all. The reason I found out is because someone commented on the post to give proper credit to the artist and then the reposter tagged me in the comment saying “by the way the art is ny @becoming_icarus”. They didnt even bother changing the description in the post from “credit to artist” to “credit to becoming_icarus”.
After that I commented on the post for the reposter to take it down because it’s disrepsectful to me not to give me credit and dismiss the hard work I put into drawing by not only ignoring my reqiests but not give me credit and then give me credit in such a dismissive way.
I also commented on people who commented on the post asking about where to get more of the AU (which would have been an easy solution if the reposter would have jad the decent humanity to give credit!!).
After that I went to bed and I just woke up to see that the post has been taken down. I didnt get a message from the reposter at all to let me know that they took it down or in the very least to apologise for stealing my art !!
To say the least Im angey and upset. I used to allow people to repost my art until I found that people stopped being nice the moment they got what they wanted. I used to allow reposts with the condition that proper credit was giving AND I’d get a link to the repost so that I could check back. But most of the time, after I gave personal permission to repost my art, I was never given a link back, any messages requesting were ignored or the accounts asking for permission were even deleted. This is extremely shitty. It makes me upset enough that I hesitated posting anything I drew at all when I retorted to prohibiting my works to be reposted at all. To avoid this some I created social media as much as I could but it’s exhausting to have so many places to post your things to.
Back to Instagram: the reposter is @klance_trashvld in case you cant load the screenshot of it. I’ve linked and tagged the artists I recognise that have their things reposted as well down at the end of this post so that you guys can bother to send a message to the instagram staff to take the posts down as I should have done but didnt have the energy to.
Because, instagram prohibits reposting as well. It’s illegal because as the creater you are the owner of those works. Instagram will take down those posts automatically in 48h and give you a notice to let you know. But the process is a little long so it’s usually easier although less effective to request back to the reposter account personally like I did. But most often you will get ignored or treated with poor respect.
artists that have reposted things on that account without credit: @maplevogel @kewstin @pussycat-scribbles @cindersart pretty sure there was @ikimaru too but I’ve given up on scrolling through. Its thousands of posts some with credit but perhaps without permission and some completely without credit whatsoever. Sometimes it also says “credit in the pic” and then you have to go get a zoom glass thingy to be able to read the signature.
I’m in a mood where I’m kinda wary of being too drastic because I’m angry right now. But next time I’ll report the blog and encourage all of my followers to do the same and hopefully get the reposter account to be deleted completely. I dont have sympathy for people who dont have it for me either.
#i'll post some nice doodles later to make up for the negativity#im sorry guys#so much negativity has been happening lately that i cant be quiet about#honestly if you guys wanna go and comment on all the pictures then go for it#and report the blog
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