#ALSO I SHOULD HAVE PLANNED WHERE THE SPEECH BUBBLES SHOULD GO... i literally finished everything and then added them at the end...

[ni-kol-koru]

It's finally here, my gift for @alwaysdrowninginfeels for the @knbexchange event 🤍

I decided to go with ImaKasa and Coffee Shop AU (well, it's not really a coffee shop, more like a café/bar)! This was my first time drawing Imayoshi as well as my first time actually thinking about this ship. I got really into it sooo I decided to make a little comic! ☕️ I also decided to try something different from my usual art style, something a little simpler and with less bold colors... Had a lot of fun working on this and I am pretty happy with how it turned out! I hope you will like it, too! 🤍

[depressed-teacup-inc]

Destruction is out and boy, this one’s a doozy

Ok review/rant time let’s go motherfuckers, and for simplicity sake, I will be dividing this post into subcategories to make reading this tolerable, because HOLY FUCK SO MUCH HAPPENED.

The season could have ended here… again.

I swear to god this season’s theme might as well be “let’s show you all the ways we can finish this show in one episode using a smart idea, but proceed to beat it to a pulp with a hammer because we need this show to run on forever and ever and never stop EVER” because Ladybug takes Hawkmoth- oh sorry, MoNaRcH, on this entire fucking treasure hunt 5D chess game, ONLY TO FLUB IT IN THE LAST SECOND?!

LIKE BITCH STOP MONOLOGUING I KNOW YOU LIKE TO TALK ABOUT HOW GREAT YOU ARE AND HOW MUCH OF A GUARDIAN YOU ARE EVEN IF YOU FAILED IN EVERY ASPECT POSSIBLE, BUT NOWS THE TIME TO SHUT UP AND GRAB THE MIRACULOUSES

The Kwamis are also still kinda brat babies, but I forgive them this time because monarch deserved it

Also is the show not aware that they’re pointing out the absurdity of the fucking rooster miraculous by explaining it?! Like bitch if it’s meant to give you powers it’s fucking OP! And Hawkmoth could’ve easily asked for the power to translate the Kwami bubbles into speech and whoops look at that doesn’t contradict other Kwamis HE WINS!!!

And speaking of Hawkmoth…

BITCH YOU LITERALLY WERE FACING LADYBUG!!! I DONT CARE HOW MAGICAL AND STRONG THE FUCKING MASKS ARE, IT TAKES A SINGLE NEURON FOR YOU TO GO “wait a minute. A random girl around ladybug’s age with same hair and eyes and physique conveniently has the first key to the puzzle to find the miraculous. NO ITS THE MOUSE MIRACULOUS LETS GO FIND LADYBUG’S FUCKING ADDRESS”

It’s so… stupid. Again the show starts with a smart idea to look like they’re becoming a sophisticated plot that moves forward, but the characters’ actions are just so idiotic! Like ladybug/Hawkmoth could’ve easily won if they had done the one logical thing anyone else would have done!

Chat noir… is a tool

Real quick y’all Chat Noir has 1:15 minutes of screentime from a 20 something minute episode, and his screentime consists of one scene where he kills it to being a prop for Ladybug’s plan.

Also is it just me? Or is the show really trying to push chat noir into the back? Like I’m still not sure because it’s only been three episodes, but Chat Noir has been entirely downgrade to funny quips, one line that fans will adore and latch onto, and “yes ladybug you’re amazing ladybug you’re ideas are always right ladybug and you’ll always fix everything ladybug despite failing miserably, still betraying my trust and hiding secrets, and being all in all a shit human”

Either way I feel bad for him, you did good baby, now go contemplate how your cataclysm works please don’t use it on yourself

What the fuck is the timeline?!

Ok so when the fuck does this exactly take place?! I know the actual mission is supposed to take place between episode 1 and 2 because of Hawkmoth’s appearance but then why the fuck did they say last episode that there was a time skip where Hawkmoth did nothing?! CLEARLY IF HAWKMOTH WAS CAUGHT LIVE PUTTING A RANDOM GIRL IN A HOSTAGE SITUATION WE SHOULD HAVE BEEN MADE AWARE OF IT?! OR LADYBUG AND CHAT NOIR WOULD HAVE ALERTED THE PUBLIC?!

Also if Adrien just cataclysmed Hawkmoth, wouldn’t he have more on his mind then marinette?! Which speaking of, watch Gabe’s cataclysm mark be forgotten until the show needs it ti be relevant again

The show be pretending to have a timeline, but the timeline is as bad as ever✨

Monarch 2.0… ugh.

Listen I’m gonna make a whole ass separate post about the miraculous rings, because this shit is so absurd and breaks every single rule we’ve known about the miraculouses thus far that it needs its own analysis post (I’ll try to put it here if I remember) but long story short, the rings should not be able to work if they were ground up ti powder because of what we know happens when there’s a single crack in a miraculous, and Gabriel’s way of using them with the unity rings is the most bullshit way ever that breaks every rule we’ve known about Kwamis and Miraculouses ever AND IT INFURIATES NE SO FUCKING MUCH

Also Gabe’s new look is fine if it weren’t for those hideously tight pants, and Monarch 2.0 is actually the ugliest design this show have come out with so far

Whew! Now that all that is out, I’m heading to bed! Goodnight!

[solarwonux]

89.  “Just let me finish this level and I swear I’ll go down on you all night.”

93.  “Fuck…did we use protection?”

twitch streamer!wonwoo x f!reader

w.c: 3.9k (honestly I think I forgot what drabbles were clearly lol)

warnings: some angst, smut, mutual masturbation, some slight panty stuffing, oral sex (f receiving), unprotected sex, pregnancy scare, talks about plan b

note: excuse me everyone I literally love gamer and twitch streamer Wonwoo, but not everyone does. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this one if you want more twitch!streamer wonwoo let me I will be happy to oblige, I have MANY ideas. Enjoy and please let me know your thoughts. 

p.s send me a prompt for either svt or bts or both. I will also happily oblige to that lol

Masterlist || Drabble game 

Watching Wonwoo play Zelda was not what you had expected when he had texted earlier asking you to come over. “Just let me finish this level and I swear I’ll go down on you all night.” He whispered against your lips in a half kiss when you walked in through his front door.

That had been over an hour and three completed levels ago. It was an empty promise long forgotten as he kept himself immersed in the game, talking enthusiastically about his day and random things his brain would conjure up on the spot. It was like you didn’t exist, and for the most part to his viewers, you didn’t. It wasn’t like you were his girlfriend or anything. Even if you were, you valued your privacy more than anything in the world. You preferred to work on your own things in the background away from his camera whenever you were over. This was something the two of you had mutually agreed to. 

Casual hangs and casual sex.

Lately, your relationship had become the product of most of your stress. You never knew where you stood with Wonwoo. Sometimes he would literally invite you over to keep him company while he streamed only to kick you out the second he finished. “I’m too tired, you should go.” He would say pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose, “I’ll see you later.” 

Of course, those moments were overshadowed by the soft touches he left imprinted on your skin. By the sweetness of the words he shared with you and only you whenever he wasn’t working. It made you want more. More of him, more of his attention, and more of whatever was going on between the two of you. But that was something you refused to bring up afraid that the only one harboring feelings for the other was you. 

Heartbreak was not in your plans for life, at least not for a while. 

You sighed, throwing your phone down onto the couch. Your patience was wearing thin. Maybe it had to do with the fact you were already having a bad day, and Wonwoo’s indifference towards you wasn’t helping. When you had gotten his text earlier, you couldn’t help but feel all giddy inside. The two of you hadn’t seen each other in a few days with work schedules being all over the place and not aligning. It was something to look forward to, not necessarily because of the sex--which was always amazing. But you really just wanted to talk to him. Lay down with his arms wrapped around you while you complained about work and how frustrating your coworkers were being.

By the looks of it, you weren’t going to get any of that, not even what he had promised when you had first walked in. You were tired, your clothes were starting to annoy and you wanted to cry. If it wasn’t for the fact that his front door was in line with his camera, you would’ve left already.

Wonwoo could sense something was wrong with you. Every time you sighed it felt like you were punching him in the gut. He really meant what he had said when you walked in earlier. He also meant the quiet I love you he mumbled underneath his breath when you walked past him and into the living room. He wasn’t sure when he had fallen in love with you, just that months ago he had woken up and you were the only thing he could think of. Every time he held you in his arms the three little words bubbled up in the back of his throat, wishing he could bring himself to finally say it, but his fear held him back. Afraid that you didn’t feel the same way.

“Alright, you know what I think that’s enough for tonight.” Wonwoo smiled into the camera, trying to keep up with the chat as they begged him not to go yet. “I have to go, my girlfriend is over and I want to spend time with her. Anyway, same time next week Monday guys.” Wonwoo nodded, stopping the stream. Once he was positive that he had turned everything off he felt his shoulders relax and leaned back in his chair. He closed his eyes for a second before opening them again, the panic surging through his veins was unbearable. He turned around in his chair meeting your equally shocked face.

He royally fucked up. He just confessed to his audience without meaning to confess. He had told his audience that you were his girlfriend and he hadn’t even asked you yet. The surprise and speech he had worked on all week, the reason he took a break from streaming until tonight, was for nothing. He had gotten ahead of himself and he didn’t know what to do now. Or how to fix it.

“G-Girlfriend? Wait you have a fucking girlfriend?” You stood up from his couch, blinded by anger. “What the fuck Wonwoo, when were you going to tell me? Before or after you fucked me?” You shouted, your heart was beating fast as you turned around to gather up your stuff.

Unbelievable. Here you were distracted, thinking about how cute he looked while he blamed his failure on his character. The pout that had formed on his lips as he pushed his glasses up his nose and blew out a raspberry, moving aside the strands of his newly dyed blonde hair. The frustration you had felt earlier, forgotten, replaced with admiration. Only for it to come back after what he had said, this time fiery red and ready to burn everything it touched.

“Stop, no wait, I don’t have a girlfriend. At least not yet.” He spoke fast, his words blending with one another as he quickly made his way to you. He grabbed hold of your laptop and held it against his chest.

“Is that supposed to make me feel better, did you just call me down to ignore me and then fuck me one last time before you called it quits!” You said in disbelief reaching over for your laptop.

Wonwoo turned around facing away from you. “No that’s not...that’s not what...fuck, calm down please and just let me talk.” He pleaded as he sat down on his couch, your laptop still clutched tightly in his arms. It was your prized possession, it held the first three drafts of the novel you were working on. He knew you well enough to know that you hadn’t backed anything up no matter how many times he told you to do so. So, he was positive that as long as he held onto it like his life depended on it (because it did) you wouldn’t leave without it.

You crossed your arms in front of you ”I am calm, but I don’t know if I want to listen to what you have to say.”

Wonwoo cringed, he was more nervous than what he had intended to be. He had an entire speech planned. Wrote it down, even got Jihoon to proofread it. He had performed it in front of his bathroom mirror every morning and night. He thought he had it in the bag, pumped up his chest a few times before opening his front door to you earlier. Yet, the second he saw you, he forgot everything he had planned to say. This is mainly why he had spent such a long time streaming. Hoping that the distraction would somehow help him remember.

It didn’t.

“Wonwoo, I swear if you don’t start talking in the next five seconds I’m leaving and suing you for holding my laptop hostage.”

Wonwoo sighed and slapped his forehead lightly before turning to look at you, “okay, I don’t think that’s allowed bu-”

“It is if I say that you stole it trying to steal my work, I don’t know I’ll find a way.” You shrugged, earning a glare from Wonwoo. You knew he hated whenever someone interrupted him while he was in the middle of saying something. It was something you would do to him out of spite, but in your humble opinion this time he really did deserve it. Though, it didn’t make you feel as good as you had hoped, “fine sorry, you can continue.” You sighed and sat down on his coffee table.

Wonwoo put your laptop down and leaned over his elbows taking your hands in his. “I love you and I want you to be my girlfriend. I know we agreed to just keep this casual but I can’t help the way my heart literally feels like it’s going to fall out of my ass whenever I’m with you. So yeah, I don’t have a girlfriend yet, because I haven’t asked you to be my girlfriend yet. But there’s no one else, only you, and I’m so-”

Wonwoo was cut off when he felt your body land on his, knocking the air out of his lungs. You hugged him, straddling his hips and burying your face into his chest, giggling. It felt like a weight had been lifted from your shoulders and you felt awful for assuming the worst and jumping to conclusions.

“Ask me ask me ask me ask me.” You bounced on his lap like a child. He groaned doubling over in pain.

He placed his hands on your hips to keep you from moving, “No now I know you’re actually trying to kill me.” He smirked and left a sweet kiss against your lips. A low chuckle running past his lips as he took in your pouting face, “fine, my love, my baby will you please be my girlfriend?” He cocked his head, his hands playing with the hem of your t-shirt.

“Yes, but only if you give me my laptop back and keep the promise you made me earlier.” You smiled innocently, playing with the hair on the back of his neck.

Wonwoo smirked, his hands made their way underneath your shirt. “No to the laptop, you work too much and I’m determined to back up everything on a hard drive later.” He rubbed his thumbs over the skin of your hips, slowly inching closer to the button of your jeans, “not sure I remember the promise I made earlier though, can you remind me?”

You kissed him slowly, tugging on his shirt, “you said you would finish a level before going down on me all night, and it’s four and a half levels later and I’m still waiting.” You whispered against his lips, before pulling away and bringing his shirt over his head, taking it off, throwing it behind him, aiming for the laundry basket, missing it completely, making you sigh. 

“Well you didn’t give me enough time to answer, but that can be arranged.” He pecked your lips, pushing your shirt up and over your head, throwing it behind him. “You’d have to step into my office though.” 

“Wonwoo, baby, don’t ever call your room your office.” You rolled your eyes and got up from his lap. 

He chuckled, shaking his head and stood up, “oh no that’s not what I meant, room comes later. Tonight we start in my office.” He says cheekily, pointing his thumb towards his gaming setup. Your eyes grew wide as saucers, only making him laugh harder while he pushed you towards his gaming chair. 

“Wait, you’re like not going to turn the camera on are you?” You said as he pushed you down to sit in which you obeyed. The colorful lights from his gaming setup kept you distracted as Wonwoo got down on his knees in front of you. 

“Nope, I’ve just always wanted to eat you out while you sat on my gaming chair. But maybe one day in the future if you want. You can take over my stream and play animal crossing while I secretly eat you out on camera.” He smirked, the evil glint behind his soft eyes sent shivers down your spine. The little exibitionist in him coming out. You’d be lying if you didn’t find the thought of it exciting. 

“One day.” You breathed, lifting your hips, helping him as he pulled down your pants. 

Wonwoo sent you a wink pushing your thighs apart with his hands, “We can also play overwatch together. That cute little vibrator you keep hidden in your bedside drawer, stuffed inside your pussy.” He placed his index finger over the wet patch that had formed over your panties, pushing in slightly. “And everytime you die I up the speed, see how long you can last before you have me begging to turn off the stream so you can cum.” Wonwoo kept pushing his finger in you, your panties sticking onto you like second skin. 

You threw your head back, digging your nails into the arms of his leather chair. “F-Fuck how long h-have you thought about this?” You lifted your hips as he added another finger. 

“Right now, or maybe a few times when you’re not around.” He leaned down kissing your mound lightly, “but seeing you like this, sprawled out, wet and waiting for my mouth is reinforcing those fantasies.” He worked his fingers diligently, pushing the thin material of your panties inside of you. He couldn’t wait to stuff you full with his cock later. 

You let out a whimper as his mouth traveled down to your clothed entrance. He removed his fingers licking up a stride, before taking one of your lips into his mouth and biting down on it gently. “W-Wonwoo please I want to feel your mouth.” 

“You are, aren’t you?.” He looked, staring at you through the rim of his round glasses before repeating his actions again making you whimper. “Take your bra off, play with yourself for me.” He left a chaste kiss in your inner thigh and sat back on his heels. He palmed himself over his black tracksuit pants as he watched you slowly unclasp your bra, letting the straps slide down your arms. You were teasing him, he knew this but he didn’t care. Seeing you get undressed for him was one of his favorite past times, especially because you always went extra slow for him. 

You threw your bra, not caring where it landed. You rolled your palms over your nipples, soft sighs running past your lips as you kept your eyes trained on Wonwoo. “Want to feel your hot tongue fucking me Woo.” You spread your legs even further pinching your nipples. You moved your hand down your body, your index finger playing with the seam of your panties. “Is this one of your fantasies? Me touching myself, sitting here?” You said, tilting your head to the side, moving your hand into your panties and running your index and middle fingers over your clit slowly.

“Yes.” He hissed, pushing his hand into his boxers grabbing onto his cock. “God, you make me so hard.” 

“Let me see please.” You arched your back, your fingers getting faster. Wonwoo nodded, wasting no time to free himself, his hand wrapped tightly around his length. His index finger connects with the small bead of precum that had formed, showing you how sticky and ready he was for you. 

“Want to taste?” You nodded letting out soft moans as you lifted your hips, into the palm of your hand, sticking your tongue out for him. “Fuck.” He cursed getting up on his knees, bringing his index finger up to your mouth. You closed your lips around it, swirling your tongue over the tip, savoring the salty substance. 

You pulled away with a pop, taking your fingers out of your panties and bringing them up to his lips. He took them in, moaning around them. “Do I taste good?” You said taking out your fingers from his mouth, moving them over his lips, wetting them further. 

“I’m going to have to take a closer look.” He said lowly, pushing your panties down in a haste. He spread your legs, licking up your slit, teasing your hole with his tongue. Being in between your legs was his second most favorite pastime. He savored every moment of it. Sometimes he would prolong your orgasm, keeping you on edge, so that when you came, your sweet substance would coat his lips, spilling down his chin and neck. It was the most beautiful site, one that only he had the privilege in witnessing. 

“Mmm, your tongue feels so good Wonwoo.” You pinched your nipple while tugging on the roots of his blonde hair, pushing his mouth closer. 

He moaned, slurping up your juices like you were his last meal. He wrapped his mouth around your clit, pulling it between his teeth before letting it go. “I want to be here forever but I don’t think I can last any longer without being inside of you.” He pushed two of his fingers inside of you. The feeling of your wet walls wrapped around his thick calloused fingers made his cock twitch. 

“B-But I-I want to cum.” You pouted, arching your back away from his chair, pushing your hips further into his hand. “Please, I’m so close already.” You pant, the knot in the pit of your stomach threatening to break. 

“Oh honey, you will. I’ll have you coming undone more than three times tonight.” He stated with determination and brought his mouth down again, closing his lips around your clit. He sucked harshly moaning sinfully. He fucked you faster with his fingers curling them upwards, reaching the soft mushy skin inside of you. 

“W-Wonwoo f-fuck don’t stop I-I’m so close.” 

Wonwoo let go of your swollen bud, slowing down his fingers as you clenched around them. “Look at me, I want to watch me while you cum.” You agreed with a pleasure filled sigh, watching as he pushed back his glasses. The sight almost had you coming undone. 

He put his mouth on you again, increasing the pace of his fingers. Babbles coming out of your mouth as you pulled on his hair, motivating him to go faster. The squelching sounds coming from your wet, hot pussy sounded like music to his ears. He bit down on your clit lightly, sending you over the edge, your cum coating his fingers, while you moaned his name in a sweet sinful prayer. His eyes burning holes into yours, the sight was award winning, his cock begging to be milked out. 

Wonwoo continued, riding out your orgasm. Until you felt the oversensitivity overcome your body “W-Woo, s-stop please.” You pushed his head carefully with the palm of your hand. 

He kissed the inside of both of your thighs before sitting up on his knees, taking your face into his hands. “You always look so pretty when you cum.” He pecked your lips repeatedly, before wrapping your arms around you hugging you tightly. “I love you so much.” He kissed your temple. 

“Why do you always get so mushy every time you make me cum?” You laughed gently, running your fingers down his back, making him shiver.

“You bring out in me, I can’t help it, stop complaining. I’m giving you time to recover before I bend you over my desk.” 

“Not complaining. I love it.” You kissed his cheek. “And I love you.” You whispered in his ear, taking his earlobe, pulling it between your teeth.. He groaned, swallowing hard, his getting tighter around you.

“My desk, then my couch, then my bed, then the shower, and then my bed again.” 

The sun had started to rise. It was five in the morning and your body was suddenly overcome with sleep, when Wonwoo pulled out of you one last time. He had kept true to his promise, literally fucked you the entire night, christening his apartment, except his kitchen. “If we have sex in the kitchen, the only thing I’ll be thinking about while I’m cooking is your mouth around my dick.” He said as he pushed you into the wide window of his living room, making you laugh. 

“Do you have to work today?” He placed a delicate kiss against your collar bone, laying his head on top of your chest. 

“It’s Saturday, why would I have work on Saturday?” You smiled sleepily, running your fingers through his hair. He sighed happily, pulling his sheets over the two of you and cuddling into you further. 

“You’re always working, I just wanted to ask.” He shrugged, raising his body enough to leave a chaste kiss against your lips. “Take a break today and I promise that by the time you wake up again I’ll have all of your files backed up into the harddrive I bought you.” 

You shook your head, placing both of your palms against his cheeks, squishing them. “Do you know how sexy you sound when you talk about computers.” 

“Nope, but you once told me to divide you in half when I was explaining finances to you. Now that I think about it, that statement can go both ways.” He smiled laying down on his back, bringing you along with him. Your eyes growing wide when you felt it running down your thighs. You sat up in panic, removing the sheets of your body to see if your silent hypothesis was correct.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, confused.

“Wonwoo, fuck...did we use protection?” 

Wonwoo pushed the covers away with his feet, sitting up quickly. He looked between your legs, his eyebrows furrowing in concern, “You’re on the pill still right?” 

“We changed my formula, I had to stop taking it for a few days.” You threw yourself down on his bed covering your eyes with your hands. The tears pooling against your eyes. You felt the bed dip next to you. Wonwoo took your hands in his, revealing your tearful eyes to him making him sigh. 

“Baby, don’t worry.” He kissed your cheeks repeatedly before sitting up again, “I’ll run down to the convenience store, get a plan b while you go take a bath. I’ll join you when I get back.” 

“W-What’s happens if I take the plan b and still miraculously end up pregnant, it’s only ninety five percent effective.” 

“Then I’ll be with you every step of the way. I meant what I said earlier, I love you so much and I plan to marry you and have kids with you one day. Don’t worry.” 

Your heart felt full. The butterflies erupting in the pit of your stomach. Wonwoo and you had shared many intimate dreams and desires before, but this one felt different. This was a dream the two of you shared and it made you feel at ease. “Okay, okay I will, just hurry up please.” 

Wonwoo scoffed, getting up from his bed, slipping on his sweatpants and sweatshirt. “Baby please don’t underestimate me. I’ll be back before you know it.” He leaned down giving you one last kiss before jogging over to his front door. “I love you.” He shouted, opening the door. 

You laughed sitting up on your elbows shaking your head, “I love you, now hurry I can feel your child cooking in me.” 

“Impossible, it takes roughly twenty four hours for my sperm to fertilize one of your eggs, and it’s literally been thirty minutes. Therefore you wou--”

“Wonwoo shut up just hurry.” 

“Okay I love you.” He said while closing his front door. You laughed shaking your head falling back on his bed. Your entire body was aching and though you were a little scared, given obvious circumstances. You had never felt so much warmth and happiness in your life. 

[imagines-mha]

class 1-B and night routines

Monoma: if monoma doesn’t annoy at least 2 people per night he simply will not sleep. Wears the comfiest pyjamas- like a 100% cotton top and plaid pj bottoms and everyones so fuckin jealous. He tells everyone he has a 16 step self-care routine he does every night but he really just brushes his teeth and then sits on his phone for like 2 hours? Ike what do you GET out of lying??? 

Tetsutetsu: he thinks going to bed after 11pm is criminal. Literally doesn’t understand the cryptidcrew™️ who DONT MF SLEEP. Works out before bed which is ��🏻👌🏻 OOF. Aw hes the type of friend to make everyone tea and toast and send them asmr videos if they cant sleep i love him. He usually spends his night dancing around with pony and working off all his ENERGY

Kendo: “yall im turning into bed i’m too tired for this shit” “kendo it’s 7pm”

My girl will retire to her room as early as she can (usually with the rest of the girls) and she just RELAXES. Like self-care to the max: paints her nails, watches tv, plans her tomorrow, showers. She’s usually asleep at 10pm and wakes up the next morning full energy I want what she has

Awase: he has the WORST sleep schedule like fr. Literally sits up on tiktok until 3am and he’s just like “oh shit i’m up at 7…” *continues scrolling* like bro GET UR ASS TO BED U HAVE TRAINING AT 6AM. His night routine ain’t anything special- he sleeps in sweats and always keeps his window open (although someone told him about banshees once and now hes lowkey terrified lmao)

Kaibara- the type to fall asleep on the sofa and wake up at 4 in the morning to find tsuburaba in the kitchen eating a full course meal and he just SIGHS and goes up to bed in the worst mood bc why tf are his friends so WEIRD. Likes to watch the stars and edit pictures before he sleeps- its so therapeutic to him and also productive so he’s winning

Rin- he drinks coffee every night after midnight and then goes “oh my fuck shit i just drank coffee why am i like this” like congrats u fuckin dumbass now u ain’t gonna sleep. And he never fuckin learns. Always does his hw at like 11pm, Also stays up way too late binge-watching star wars smh 

Tsuburaba: he gets up every night and treats himself to a three-course meal in the kitchen no cap no sound awareness my man will be blending shit full blast at 2 in the morning. Usually falls asleep sitting at the kitchen table and he 👏🏻 needs 👏🏻 a 👏🏻 chiropractor 👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻. Also always forgets to do his homework until everyone’s packing up to go to bed and hes like “please,, anyone,, the math?”. Shoda wants to punch him so bad

Ibara: the most well-structured person in the entire building. At 7pm she has her shower, at 8:30pm she goes to pray, at 9:30pm she journals and draws to calm her mind, and at 10pm she meditates until she falls asleep- which is usually 10:20pm.. Everyone wants her self control and independance like damn how does she FUNCTION. Also queen of vegan self-care remedies 

Pony: girl is chaotic as fuck it’ll be like 10pm and rin’s like “yo pony can i copy the hw??” And shes like “WHAT HOMEWORK.” . *cue two idiots freaking tf out*. She’s always wearing matching pj sets and fluffy socks and loves sliding around in them like a dork. Dances every night before bed to tire herself out like shes just in the lounge deadass vibing to taylor swift and a new person joins her everytime . people would be dead without her

Kodai: movies every night or she won’t go to class the next morning. Shes always just sitting on her phone w earphones in like she has absoloutely no time to deal with monoma’s shit so she just peaces tf out of existence. Cutest pyjamas ever i love her pyjama queen. The go-to girl for homework she just leaves her bag open, as long as u return it shes cool

Tokage: oh my god shes so CRYPTIC and FOR WHAT. Pranks pranks pranks pranks pranks. everyone hates her for it and she loves it so bad. Like she has the balls to prank kamakiri and that TAKES BALLS LET ME JUST SAY . she’ll just leave her body parts in people’s beds and its SO annoying. They usually just pick up her stray arm and fling it at the wall in revenge then act confused the next morning when she complains abt the bruises 

Komori: cryptic as fuck. Does she sleep? Why is she always sitting at the table? What is she doing? . Closes her tabs whenever someone comes into the dining room and just stares at them til they leave again like :)). In the garden every night til she can’t bear the coldness- watches the stars and makes flower crowns and worships the moon i love her

Kuroiro: nighttime is the time he just evaporates like where tf is he like 🙄🙄 reel it in randy from monsters inc . Hiding in the walls and listening to everyones conversations and secrets is his only skill in life . Everyone thinks he doesn’t sleep and just wanders around (he does, he just likes to have an edgy reputation)

Kamakiri- did you hear that?? oh its just kamakiri fistfighting monoma in the hallway again. Fr takes no prisoners he needs his beauty sleep (or idk do bugs sleep lmao??). If you’re in his way while he’s RAMPAGING to his room youre dead bro when i say he takes bedtime routines seriously i MEAN it. He does self-care and tells NOONE but its lowkey cute idk lmao why do i have a crush on a bug lemme call my therapist real quick

Bondo- 9pm. Wind down time. A good book is all my mans needs and he’ll be out for the count in absolutely no time at all. Fukidashi will die jealous and bondo fucking loves it. Milks tf out of it too he’s like YAWN I AM SO TIRED OFF TO BED NOW TO SLEEP PEACEFULLY GOODNIGHT and everyone who WISHES they could sleep as early as that wants him to choke

Manga- king of never having hw done until 1am at the earliest 🤡. He lives on 1 hour sleep most nights and his speech bubble just says “no <3” until like 11am. Its cus of his crippling hyperactivity he’s running the halls at 3am practicing the entire mamma mia choreography ffs fukidashi U HAVE A CAREER AHEAD OF U 

Reiko: energy drink addiction 101 if she doesn’t drink monster every night before bed she’s convinced she’ll die. “I sleep all day and party all night” she says, crying over math hw at 2am. Plays music too loud and has LED strobelites on ALL NIGHT. Shes deadass doing witchcraft in the lounge w komori all night during finals week she doesnt give a single fuck x

Shishida: another reader,, mans will finish an entire book in a night by the force of sheer willpower alone. Takes a bath every night and it makes his fur so fluffy and smell like apples smdnwjdnwd. Perfect snuggle buddy for wintertimes (pony LOVES HIM) and he’s that good man who carries tsuburaba to bed when he falls asleep at the kitchen table

Shoda: “please don’t speak to me while im doing my homework im 👌🏻 this close to having a mental breakdown and all it takes is a single poke to reel me over the edge.” Complains all day about being tired then goes to bed at 2am?? Like no shit ofc ur tired bitch . Always up for a deep talk at night he knows EVERYTHING abt EVERYONE and hes so trustworthy hed never tell a soul

Honenuki: he meal preps and does yoga before bed 🤢 like WHO HAS THAT MOTIVATION. Irons and sets his uniform out for the next day before getting his homework FINISHED by 9pm . He’s pretty flexible w what he does at nights it 100% depends on his mood. Usually he’s helping Tokage with pranks or working out w tetsutetsu tho. Used to annoy people who were up doing hw after 11 like “really tsuburaba? You should be ashamed”. Shoda almost DECKED him once for it tho and he was #traumatised and never did it again

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We’re watching the Blues white vs blue scrimmage and I’m so excited hockey is almost back! I think this calls for a Blue Line re-read because it’s so, SO good and I’ve read through everything on ao3 at least 5 times. 💙

This makes me the absolute happiest! Thank you for reading! And then reading again! I am unreasonably excited about the start of the season and the length of Chris Kreider’s hair and I was going to post a quick Blue Line one-shot here, but it was basically just original characters in that it was literally just Matt Jones being an idiot while meeting his future wife, so I wrote something else this morning and winning the Stanley Cup would mean they’d have to change their before-the-season starts ritual. Anyway, here’s like nearly 4K of everyone ragging on each other just before the season after Blue Line, while Emma and Killian try to figure out where they can make out without anyone noticing: 

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“Still looking?” “Yup.” “What she look like?” “Like the actual description of her face?” 

Something dug into the bottom of Emma’s shoulder blade, and it took her far too long to realize that it was the jut of Killian’s chin because even the idea of Killian crouching behind her so as to avoid the overall force of Regina’s glare was something that hadn’t even crossed her mind. Until it was happening, apparently. “She’s staring,” Emma muttered, “got that little pinch between her eyebrows that always shows up when she’s—” Killian groaned. Directly where his mouth was resting, which was also on Emma’s back and likely just above the ‘o’ in his last name, if her knowledge of the jersey she was wearing was any indication. Maybe in between the ‘j’ and the ‘o,’ actually. 

“You’re ridiculous.” “Me?” Killian countered, and Emma wished she hadn’t already finished that first glass of wine. Blurry thoughts bounced across her sleep-deprived brain because there was only one more sleep ‘til Christmas, or whatever Kermit sang in The Muppet Christmas Carol. Presumably Christmas. And not hockey. Or the start of the hockey season. 

Splotches of ink still dotted the sides of Emma’s right hand, the product of dragging that same hand over forms she had to sign and other plans she had to approve, and the blue carpet wasn’t coming until next week because the home opener was actually three games into the season, which was not as comforting or stress-reducing as she thought it should have been and she simply did not have time to mitigate an argument between her boyfriend and his agent. 

Even when that boyfriend was very good looking. 

In his Christmas sweater. 

The traditions of hockey players continued to boggle the mind. Emma’s, specifically. 

If she drank any more wine, she was going to fall asleep standing up. “Yes,” Emma said, “you, but only because you’re the one currently trying to burrow your way into me. With your chin.” Humming in confusion, he lifted his head, and that wasn’t really a mistake, per se — but it did leave his soft exhale brushing against the side of Emma’s neck, and that sort of guaranteed that goosebumps appeared on her neck and she should have been more annoyed. By Killian’s immediate laugh. Of the vaguely victorious variety. 

“What do you think about the sweater?” “That you’re fishing for compliments.” “I think I make Locksley’s stitched-on face look very good. Doesn’t get stretched out at all—” Killian ignored Emma’s groan, pressing a kiss to the exact spot her shoulder met her still goosebump-covered neck, and it was the wine’s fault. For the state of her increasingly wobbly knees. “—Which is more than I can say about his current face.” “Oh, that’s rude,” Emma argued. “And I’m not entirely sure it even made sense.” “Are you Locksley’s self-appointed defender, then?” “Are you the single most superstitious player in the entire National Hockey League?” That kiss came with a graze of his teeth and a noise Emma immediately regretted making. Something like a squeak bubbled out of her, flinching in the sort of way that only ensured she was even closer to Killian, and stepping on one of his toes would have detracted from the overall romance of the moment. 

“You can’t do that sort of thing in public, Swan,” Killian chided, and he really did have very good reflexes. Spinning her, Emma’s hands flew to his chest — pointedly ignoring the stitched-on face of Robin Locksley — and he didn’t move. Didn’t stumble or come anywhere close to falling. Just arched his left eyebrow and had the gall to smirk at her like they weren’t in a restaurant filled with their friends and teammates and—

“I’m not taking the shirt off, Gina,” Killian yelled over Emma’s head, “so you can stop whatever you’re doing with your face.” “Trying to turn you to stone,” Emma mumbled.

“Last I checked, she’s not a Greek myth.” “Far as you know.” He moved. Shook really, once his laugh started to echo between Emma’s ears, and they definitely had more pillows in their house than blankets, but the sound of Killian’s obvious and consistent joy was oddly similar to the softest piece of fabric Emma could imagine. Like it was capable of wrapping around her, warm without being suffocating, just this steady presence that didn’t weigh down on her and made everything feel like—

Home, she supposed. 

She was so happy; she was positive it simply poured out of her at this point. And the sweater really did not look half bad. Fit very well, at least. 

“This worked last year,” Will called, shuffling between Roland and Henry. Several wads of napkins littered the floor by their feet, a makeshift hockey game that, as far as Emma could figure, had ever-evolving rules and a tendency to knock chairs over. Roland’s jersey wasn’t quite as long as last year, the hem stopping well before his knees. 

Henry still had a twenty on his back. 

“Still looks ridiculous,” Regina countered. Her wine glass was also empty, sitting closer to Robin’s chair than she had been ten minutes earlier. “Do you think you should send them an email?” Killian’s eyebrow dropped. Pulled low in perfect tandem with the other one, Emma’s head tilting with her own sense of confusion. 

Something slammed rather loudly into one of the walls. Eric might have been doing shots behind the bar.

“What?” “An email,” Regina repeated, “to whatever website makes that monstrosity, so you can let them know that they should get more creative and offer more wardrobe choices to—” “—Idiots?” Robin quipped. 

“Professional hockey players.” Ariel clicked her tongue, ignoring her husband’s objections when she jumped onto the edge of the counter. Only a matter of time until several kids tried to follow suit. “Is your husband not a professional hockey player, Gina?” “Yes.” “Oh, that was far less of an argument than I expected,” David mumbled, stepping next to Emma, and he couldn’t quite bump her shoulder when she was still standing so close to Killian. “And kinda rude,” Will added, “all things considered.”

Regina shrugged. “I cannot possibly overstate how much I hate that sweater.” “Take it up with Banana,” Killian said. “Her gift; makes it her problem. All I am doing is—” “—Wearing it?” “And wearing it well,” he promised. If Emma’s cheeks turned red, no one mentioned it. Which might have been one of the nicer things anyone on this team had ever done for her. “Plus,” Killian continued, “Scarlet’s right. This worked last year. If you want to risk tradition and potential—” A chorus of jeers greeted his near-jinx, complete with pointed fingers and one of Ariel’s legs kicking out like she had any chance of actually reaching Killian. Or wouldn’t be annoyed by whatever harm she could possibly inflict on his upper thigh. 

Regina looked very pleased. “This does not mean you won, Gina,” Killian said, but she only shrugged again, and the first blast of Arthur’s whistle was as shrill as any sound had rights to be. 

More cries bounced off the walls and the balled-up napkins, Arthur’s hand resting on Gwen’s shoulder because at some point in the twelve seconds between the first whistle blast and everyone regaining their ability to hear; he must have decided that standing on a chair was actually a good idea.

Killian’s entire body shook behind Emma’s. 

Getting rid of the goosebumps would be something of a rather large miracle. Especially if he kept his arm around her waist like this, fingers splayed over her stomach. 

“Are we ready yet?” Arthur barked, only to be met with murmurs and more confusion, and Emma didn’t think much before accepting the glass Mary Margaret was practically shoving into her hand. 

“Is there a reason for the collective?” Robin asked. “Did you mean to include yourself in that? Are you not ready for your own speech?”

Arthur was not as good at glaring as Regina. No one mentioned that. No one had to, really. He took a deep breath before he started. “Day before the opener. We know what we did last year, and I want to be the first to tell every single one of you that I don’t give a flying fuck—” Another round of loud objections rang out around him, Arthur not quite able to wave them off because his balance really was awful, and Killian had to let go of Emma to haul Roland up his side. “—Anyone asks you about last year,” Arthur pressed, entirely unperturbed by the frustration of his team and their assorted families, “and you better tell them you don’t give’a shit about it.”

Emma tried to cover one of Roland’s ears. The other one was pressed against Killian, so she couldn’t really do anything about that. “Does he think you haven’t been quoted—like, all off-season?” “The ultimate idiot,” Killian grinned. 

“Is this over yet?” Will demanded. “I’d like to know when I can boo without threat of interruption.”

Belle kissed his cheek. 

While Ruby mumbled curses under her breath, all too aware of just how many people had asked about the Cup run and would keep asking about the Cup run and her job was not going to get any easier if the professional hockey players in that restaurant refused to answer questions all season.

“Nothing that happened last year means anything this year,” Arthur said, but it was starting to sound a bit like a proclamation or maybe an affirmation, and Emma was terrible at yoga. Never had enough patience for it. “So we are playing for something brand-new, and you better not start by screwing it all up on Thursday.” He nodded once. Glanced around because Emma knew he was waiting for some sort of reaction, but the only reaction he got was Will’s promised boo, and that was more than Arthur deserved. Especially when he knocked over the chair while getting down. 

“Tell me he’ll be better with fans,” Emma said, and Killian had to shift Roland, but then he was the one doing the cheek kissing, and the quiet guarantee of absolutely, love was nice until he added—

“Can totally beat him up if he’s not.” “You’re a violent guy, Cap.”

Nosing at the side of her jaw did not impress Roland at all. Fair, really — but then Roland was on the same counter as Ariel, her sliding down the makeshift wood to get an arm around him and her phone already out and ringing, and Will stopped boo’ing. 

To announce, in no uncertain terms, “It’s time! Leader better not screw things up, or I’ll walk to Colorado and kick him in the shins.”

“What a threat.” Robin groaned, but his phone was making noise too, and neither Elsa nor Liam were doing a very good job of sharing space in the frame. Anna was waving with both her hands, already talking a mile a minute with her sister and they were all wearing team-branded merchandise, as the ritual dictated, but this also felt like the first legitimate time Emma was part of the ritual and all three Vankald and/or Jones faces beamed when they noticed her. 

“A,” Will sighed, “you’re supposed to tell us before the taxi squad gets on the call. Then we can prepare and we don’t have to go through this every year.” Anna’s eyes noticeably thinned. “What is this, exactly?” “The gossip wheel you’ve got to run through before we can—” “—Emma’s wearing KJ’s number again!” “We live together Banana,” Killian reasoned, and the jump in Emma’s stomach was undeniable and even more uncalled for. She also hoped she didn’t mess up the ritual. 

“Still.” “Expand on that for me.” Will might have snarled. “We do not have time for this.”

“Are you an actual adult participating in this situation?” Ariel challenged. “Because I am not getting that right now.” Careful to stay out of Regina’s eye line and certain that Roland was at least momentarily distracted by another plate of onion rings, both of Will’s hands moved when he flashed specific fingers. Ariel nearly fell off the counter, she laughed so hard. 

Elsa and Anna were absolutely having their own conversation. 

And Killian kissed Emma’s hair that time. 

“Also,” Elsa added, “should we be collectively annoyed by the taxi squad marker? That’s kind of—” Her voice dropped “A dick move, right?” “You’re a picture of parental responsibility, El,” Killian said. “Buy new clothes.” “See,” Regina cried, arms thrust nearly above her head in what wasn’t quite celebration but might have simply been her innate desire to be right at all times. “Liam, you’re going to have to say something different now, you realize that?” None of them had, quite clearly. Soft gasps and quiet oh’s echoed around their spot at the end of the bar, but Liam’s chin was doing something as well. So maybe it was just genetic. Jutting out, the confidence practically dripped off him, which would have been a disgusting thought in any other situation, but there was something to be said for constants and stability, and not one of them had so much as thought the phrase back to back all offseason. 

“Your lack of belief is disappointing, Gina.” “I’m just covering our bases.” “Wrong sport,” Liam laughed, grabbing the stick that had been leaning just out of frame and it took some finagling to hold it out in front of him. Without also knocking the phone over. He nearly knocked the phone over three different times. 

Elsa pinched the bridge of her nose. “Alright,” Liam started, and Emma didn’t think she imagined the way Killian stood up a bit straighter. Robin and Will, too. “Wait, wait, shit, sorry Rol—no, but how many years is this?” “Oh my God,” Ariel grumbled. “This is kind of messing it up.” “Leader, do you not know how to do math?” Will shouted, grabbing more than one of Roland’s onion rings. Like he needed something to occupy his hands with. 

Blotches of color appeared on Liam’s face, Elsa’s head shaking back and forth now while several different grown adults tried to do the most basic math problem, and no one else heard Killian at first. Emma did. Presumably, because she was almost standing on his sneakers. 

His arm was back around her waist. “Nine years,” he repeated. 

Liam hummed. “Yeah, yeah, that’s right.” “I know it is.” Nothing about those words was enough to immediately catch Emma short, but the fingers pressed against her might have started pulling on her shirt ever so slightly and whatever look Elsa and Anna shared as soon as she circled her arms around Killian’s middle wasn’t important. Now, at least. Emma had every intention of getting them to give up whatever they knew later. 

They definitely knew something. 

She’d worry about that after the home opener. “Alright, alright, alright,” Liam chanted, the stick back up and Will’s salute lacked any sort of legitimate respect. “Nine years ago now, we all stumbled back into this stupid city and laced up skates and tripped over ourselves on the ice.” He had to glance down. Reading it off an index card, then. Emma’s heart gave a small, but sure tumble in her chest. “And we were God awful. Terrible. Embarrassingly bad. But, as with most things, we figured it out. We stopped tripping over that giant emblem at center ice and we didn’t stutter during post and we actually started scoring goals.”

The stick was starting to shake. Retirement affected forearm strength, it seemed. 

“And we inexplicably won a first-round series and made the backpages of tabloids and then something kind of incredible happened.” Emma waited for the tension, for the sound of Killian’s knuckles cracking, or the exchange glances between Robin and Will. None of it came. It was stupid to think it would. And Liam was far from done. “Down two games in Pitt—” “—Oh my God,” Ruby hissed, “who calls it Pitt?” Liam ignored her. “A two-game hole, and totally fu—messed up media in Los Angeles, but none of that mattered because you guys kept scoring goals and the entire Kings organization is a black hole of talentless idiots.” “This is scathing, Leader,” Will said, “truly. Did you practice this?” “Yes,” Elsa said before Liam could open his mouth again, and Emma’s neck was going to give up sooner rather than later. Emotions twisted between the muscles there, another weight that somehow made it easier to breathe, like they had anything to do with her lungs, but none of her cared and all of her wanted. This, specifically. “There’s more though, Scarlet. Stop interrupting.” He saluted again. 

“Getting everything you wanted’s kind of a weird thing to wrap your head around, but that’s because this isn’t everything. Not yet. Somehow you guys are still capable of scoring goals and—y’know, your quotes leave a little to be desired.” “Here, here,” Ruby murmured. 

Liam might have been the best at glaring. Like, out of all of them. “But that just means the pressure’s on. Vankald cliché requirement; patent pending.” None of the boos that garnered had much bite to them. “Keeping the tradition alive is half the fun of hockey, this dumb sport with weapons on our feet and in our hands and it’s up to you guys. All over again. Start of the season, fresh slate, knowing you can do it because you already have. You ready, Rol?”

Roland nodded more than once, enthusiasm in every jerk of his head. “To the Cup,” he shouted. 

“To the Cup,” the crowd repeated, not much enunciation between the lot of them when both of the phones had a slight delay and there was a baby crying in Colorado. Still, neither Elsa nor Liam moved and the shot glasses Eric put down were rather quickly grabbed. So as to avoid Arthur’s ire. 

Alcohol burned the back of Emma’s mouth as soon as she tilted her head, shivering against the strength of whatever it was she just drank. If she cried, she was going to be really annoyed with herself. 

And the restaurant never got too loud, or too warm, but Emma’s heart stayed at its above-average rate for the next two hours, making the prospect of walking out the door and standing at the edge of the sidewalk all the more appealing. Especially when she remembered how—

It took him two minutes to follow her. Give or take. 

“Feels like we’re in a time warp,” Killian said, leaning against the side of the restaurant while Emma desperately tried to temper her own emotions and she had more emotions than she knew one person could be capable of containing. 

“No dancing, though.” “Banana and I went to a midnight showing of that on Halloween once.” “Seriously?” “Mmmhm. Have I mentioned that I am ridiculously in love with you yet, today?” Her head fell. Neck finally giving up, Emma’s cheek twisted on top of Killian’s shoulder, and his sweater, and if there was a quota for kisses pressed to the crown of her head, he was certainly trying to reach it. Competitive weirdo. “I don’t think so.” “Idiotic.” “Eh, we’ve been busy.” “I love you,” he said, and she smiled. Wide and easy and so goddamn happy, it only occasionally felt like a massive joke. And it still wasn’t enough. As selfish as that might have been, but Liam was definitely right and this wasn’t the end, might have just been another point on a circle and hints of wholly enjoyable déjà vu. “Is this the part where we talk about dating some guy on a team?” Left eyebrow, that time. Perfectly arched while his ability to smirk continued to infuriate Emma just a little, whatever sound she made when he ducked his head and caught her lips somewhere between joy and laughter and the seemingly perpetual talent to make her swoon wherever she was standing. 

They’d definitely gotten better at kissing in the last year. 

A fact Emma had every intention of pointing out — once she was done sticking her tongue in Killian’s mouth. Or trying to get her fingers under his sweater, his soft hiss at the lack of temperature in her fingertips some kind of victory she’d think about until the home opener and possibly until the All-Star break, and the overall arch of her back wasn’t particularly comfortable. But then her hips bumped Killian’s and that drew another sound and made champagne bubbles of the far more metaphorical variety explode in the general vicinity of her heart. 

One of her feet left the ground, not doing much to help her balance, but Emma had already spent too long considering the pros and cons of balance and she scratched at the back of Killian’s head. When her back pressed into the wall, threatening to scratch through her jersey and his fingers weren’t as cold as hers, because he might have just exuded heat, which likely wasn’t a sign and she wanted it to be a sign and—

“I love you,” Emma breathed, harder than she wanted. The force of his answering smile could have melted ice. In several prominent arenas across North America. 

“You worried?” “Very vague question.” “Swan.” “No,” she said, pleased to realize she meant all three letters. With just about everything in her. “Coming out here was—” “—We could have just made out in the restaurant.” “Pushing me up against a wall probably would have gotten us kicked out.” “Which would have led us here and then home, so,” Killian shrugged, “I fail to see the problem.” “You want to go home?” His eyes closed. His smile didn’t waver. Just pressed into the side of Emma’s neck and under her jaw, scruff, and strands of hair that were a little longer than they’d been last season, and she felt him inhale. Like he was trying to breathe her in, or possibly them. The specifics didn’t matter. They were something of a package deal now, anyway.

“Did you cop this jersey from equipment?” Leaning back was impossible with the wall behind her, but Emma was something of a glutton for emotions now and inherently greedy. Killian’s eyes noticeably darkened when she moved her tongue. Directly across her teeth. “Nah, I own this.” The thump of his forehead falling to her shoulder was the most satisfying sound she’d heard in two weeks. Bar none. 

“We’re leaving now,” Killian said. “Now.”

“You don’t want to—” Lacing his fingers through hers, he didn’t quite tug her back down the alley, but it was awfully close and Emma was glad she’d thought to bring her phone with her. “They’ll figure it out.”

She hoped they did. 

Checking her phone was somewhere near the bottom of the list she had absolutely no intention of making that night, opting instead to leave a trail of clothes back to their room and she couldn’t wear the jersey to the game. They made out in the hallway outside the visitor’s locker room, though. So Emma figured it something of a wash; and the first win of the season. 

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So there’s an Owl House game on DisneyNOW

Spoiler alert, it... kinda sucks. Which, is to be expected of an obscure mobile game that’s only exclusive to a very particular app. Still, It’s Owl House content, so I’ll take what I can get.

The game is a VERY simple 2-D platformer. You play as Luz (yes!) and you start off in a ‘hub’ that is the Owl House itself.

The upper floor is where you catalogue previously-done missions so you can do them again. In a treasure chest there are really short side-quests that are updated every week. Each week, a new quest is presented with an item to get at the end that appears in the respective episode. A new episode, new quest, new item. It was actually the tenth quest for the Playground Armor that made me wonder if Episode 10 was available on DisneyNOW, and lo and behold, it was! So that’s neat. Each item has a little description added to it, and I played the game so nobody else has to. For example;

Obviously the canonicity of this game and its descriptions should be taken with a grain of salt, but if it IS true, then I find it cute how Amity is so obsessed with that star when nobody else cares. To her, that’s literal physical validation from a teacher she looks up to! Obviously there’s something concerning about putting THAT much stock into what grown-ups have to say, but still. Also it just occurred to me that since Willow left the Abomination Track, that means that Amity is now the best student in that class once more, meaning she eventually got back her badge. So, good for her.

Believe it or not, the app itself has ACTUAL voice acting from the official VAs and everything! And I’m fairly certain the lines are unique, they’re too smooth to have been put together from various words plucked out of context from the show itself. So far we’ve only got Luz, King, Eda, and a generic Emperor’s guard as characters.

Initially, you start off controlling Luz, who can only move around, jump, duck, etc. You go through a level and hop over enemies (which look like this in Bonesborough, or like this in the forest);

There’s also an arm that swipes at you from a barrel and a fanged treasure chest, but they’re super-easy to avoid. Spoiler alert; These levels are EXTREMELY easy. Also, all of the levels are just the same exact rooms and layouts, but slightly remixed so that if you go to the end of one room, you’ll go to a different room after it than last time, or start off in a different room than in the previous level... You get the idea. It’s the exact same level layout, down to the placement of enemies and smaller items you have to collect multiple of in order to advance. Because every level is the same, it definitely gets a bit tedious.

Also, the music- There’s only ONE song, and it’s a tiny snippet cut out from the show’s OST and put on loop indefinitely. Within the context of the original song it was taken from, this piece is fine. But when it’s been completely cut off from the original song and looped on repeat it quickly becomes maddening and you only realize how much it bothers you until AFTER it bothers you.

Like I said, the quests are simple. You start off going through a couple of rooms before you grab Eda’s arm... Then her leg in the next level... And then her entire body, humorously enough. For the body segment it’s a flying level where you avoid slow, flying enemies as you ride on Owlbert and tap the screen to go up a little, otherwise you’re just slowly sinking into oblivion. It’s a welcome change of pace with different music for once, but then it ends all too quickly.

Other levels involve you collecting 8 key items scattered throughout the level to accomplish a goal (getting Eda’s merch to sell it, collecting stuff for a guard, etc.) The way the level is structured, the rooms just keep going on until you collect 8 items, so... You can’t really ‘miss’ an item and there’s no correct way or order to do it. Again, it’s really mundane. Also, you can only get hurt by running into enemies (jumping on them to stun them is fine) or by falling into pits, the latter of which puts you at the beginning of the room. You lose one of four light-ball lives, but said lives are scattered all over the game for you to replenish so no-biggie. In the forest there are spotted mushrooms you can bounce off of, and early into the game you can grow a rising platform-plant in select spots. Likewise you get a pair of shoes with tiny bat-wings (but not in the actual gameplay itself, only on the picture when you receive them) that lets you double-jump;

(These are a reference to the winged-shoes that Boscha and her group wear in Episode 8, although Luz’s shoes never get these bat-wing additions in the episode itself. I doubt they will in the show since this is pretty much a gameplay mechanic, but you never know!)

You also get a snaggleback shell to deal with enemies, but you never get the chance to use it? More on that later.

After completing the fetch-8 quests twice in a row, you then get a brief mini-game where you have to drag and toss human merch from your table to a wave of customers who have the corresponding speech bubble asking for it. You satisfy one customer, they go away and more appear. This goes for a bit until the mini-game ends, and then you go home.

But! You left King behind and when you go back to Bonesborough, an Emperor’s guard has taken King hostage! King is dozing off the entire time, I should mention. You do a fetch-8 ingredients quest twice for the guard, and then grab a pot he needs to cook his soup... And after THAT, he reveals that he’s planning to cook King!

And then... nothing.

At this point, you have two options; Go to the left and hit the edge of the screen, OR go right, initiating the guard’s line about cooking King... And then the conversation ends and you turn away to indicate this. That’s it. You don’t get one of the dialogue options from Luz. This doesn’t kickstart a level. As far as I’m concerned, you can’t go back to the hub? You’re just trapped in this brief between-levels moment. You can’t use the snaggleback shell, in part because the game never tells you how to use it... You’re just stuck there for all eternity as the guard gloats about cooking King but then never does that while you stand there.

Is the game glitched? Is it just... NOT finished? I wouldn’t be surprised. It’s not exactly very compelling. The main thing that keeps it from being a legitimate slog is the fact that it’s A) Owl House content and B) Each Level is so small, quick, and an easy breeze that you can clear it pretty quickly. Unfortunately for me, playing the game causes my phone to heat up REALLY quickly, so I have to take breaks so my device doesn’t overheat and damage itself. Maybe if I play on a non-mobile device I’ll be able to actually continue.

There’s not really much else to say about it. The game is the most bare-bones 2-D platformer with the bare-minimum of repeating level design and pretty mind-numbing, generic quests. You earn EXP or whatever for your witch rank at the end of each quest, but you don’t really level up? Honestly I’m only here for the surprisingly-smooth animations of Luz running and jumping around, the voice-acting, and getting to see backgrounds from the show. Also the relic side-quests are neat too, I guess, and those are even shorter than the ‘main quest’ levels. 

Honestly I’d give the game a 1/10. It’s only a 1 and not a zero because it’s still Owl House content and not TOO much of a chore because thankfully you get through it quickly. 

[oh-mother-of-darkness]

Sorry to bother you, but I was wondering how do you handle an adult life? I'm 17 and the fact that I'm going to be an adult is starting to panic me more and more. Like I CANT talk to adults. I stutter&I'm a mess. I'm even bad with my peers. Some advice on how you do it would be nice. I try to ask my parents, but they aren't very helpful and seem ready to drop me into the deep end to "teach me" a lesson about being an adult. (Sorry again about non blog related question. No obligations to answer)

Oh boy, I’m gonna do my best to answer this, but full disclosure? I’m pretty bad at being social. I have some issues, and talking to people is really hard for me. That might be helpful in this context if you’re coming from a similar situation, but I don’t know if that’s the case, so it’s possible that my stuff won’t work for you. I’ll give it a whirl anyway.

I actually was thrown into the deep end when I was about your age, because I ended up going to college in a state where I pretty literally didn’t know a single person. I don’t know if that was a positive thing or not, but I can definitely say that I’ve gotten significantly better about talking/adulting since then. I’m still terrified of everyone older than me, but I can fake my way through the majority of it now. 

For me, the biggest step was increasing my self-esteem. When I started living on my own in ‘14, my goal was basically to be invisible (a skill that I mastered a looooong time ago). I have this thing about people looking at me, so I didn’t like any kind of attention. It definitely affected the way I talked to people (I didn’t) and the way I acted.

That shifted after I discovered a couple of things

1) some attention is positive, and positive attention feels good

2) I’m imagining a lot of the judgement I feel from other people

The truth is, people don’t pay as much attention to you as you think that they do. We’re all trapped inside our own heads, right? My frame of reference puts the majority of emphasis on me, because that’s the only person I can hear and the only emotions I can feel. The same is true about you– you hear your thoughts and feel your feelings, so it seems like everybody else should be focussed on you.

That’s your mind playing tricks. Don’t believe it. Everybody else is focussed on themselves, not you, and that’s a good thing! They’re not actually looking at you. They’re just looking around. As soon as y’all walk away from each other, odds are you’ll disappear from their mind. It means that you don’t have to worry about doing everything perfectly. They don’t actually care. 

Repeat that to yourself whenever you feel like you’re doing badly. It doesn’t matter. They don’t care. They’re not that concerned about the things that you do.

Two tactics for increasing your self esteem:

Find something you’re good at and do it. A lot. I started writing fanfiction when I was 18, and it straight-up changed my life. I’d never had that level of positive reinforcement before– for the first time in my life, I felt better than mediocre, and it made me proud of my own skills. Once I knew I was good at something it became a lot easier to talk to people.

(This is where you need to bear in mind that I’m not what the kids call “mentally stable” so like…. this might not be healthy) For a solid two years, I played this mind game where whenever I felt like somebody was judging me or being unkind to me, I picked one of my more angry favorite fictional characters and imagined them yelling back at that person. It worked really well for me because it let me fight back without actually doing it myself. I don’t really get angry, so I imagined someone getting angry on my behalf. Thing is, after awhile I really could think things like “I don’t deserve this” and “hey asshole back the hell off” in my own voice. I don’t know if I can explain that any better

Practical tips for maintaining a conversation:

Ask questions. It’s a lot easier to have a conversation if they’re doing most of the talking, and they won’t think it’s weird if you seem interested. Just keep them talking by asking for more information about whatever they just said.

They’ll get more comfortable (and more talkative) the more emotion you express. Listen actively. Nod along. Say stuff like “Really??” Your eyebrows are your friends. React to the stuff they say.

If you don’t know what emotion you’re expected to express, draw your eyebrows slightly in, rest a hand on your mouth/chin, and say “interesting.” They’ll interpret that as whatever response they were expecting.

 I feel more comfortable if I’m prepared, so I straight-up have memorized anecdotes that I practice until they go smoothly. I mostly use stories about my siblings, but I also have this speech about communism that I use every time someone asks me what I’m thinking about.

I don’t know what kind of English you speak, but I realized a long time ago that if I amp up my accent, other southerners trust me more and everyone else sees me as less threatening. If that applies, use it.

Don’t be ashamed of your interests. It might seem embarrassing, but other people don’t see it that way. Niche comic book knowledge actually goes over pretty well at parties. Related tip: find The Interest of the person you’re talking to, and your life will get a lot easier. Let them teach you about it and they literally will not shut up. It’s great. Also you get good recs that way.

Tips to get people to like you:

Be helpful. Good in two ways: if you don’t know what you’re supposed to be doing and that makes you feel anxious, ask whomever is in charge if there’s something you can do to help. They’ll be charmed, and you won’t feel awkward anymore. Also good because people really like the folks that do them favors. They also like the people they did favors for, so let people do things for you if they offer.

Everybody likes the kid that brought food. Bake cookies. Bring cookies. New friends. Even if you don’t talk to them afterwards, they’ll have a positive opinion of you. I never spoke to the majority of my dorm neighbors, but they all liked me because I set candy and juice boxes in the hallway every holiday. In a classroom setting, offer to share your gum, buy extra scantrons, and lend people your pens. 

I befriend people solely by throwing gifts at them until they feel my love. Ask any of my mutuals. They’ll tell you.

Kindness honestly goes a long way? A lot of people, especially young people, really need someone to be kind to them, and they’re not used to getting that. If you can be that person, it’ll help them and it will make the two of you a lot closer. That’s how real friendships start. 

Always be respectful of other people’s trust. If they tell you important things about themselves, treat it seriously. Try to understand how they feel, and then let them know that you understand. Don’t tell other people’s secrets.

Tips for forcing yourself to Do The Thing:

I keep my to do list on post-it notes stuck to my dresser, one item per note, so I can pull them off one at a time as I do them. It’s more satisfying that way.

Personally I’m a lot more willing to do the things I hate if I feel like I’m doing them for someone else. Easiest way is to get one of my friends to ask me to do it (Hey in an hour text me and tell me to go to the grocery store). The best way is to bargain with one of my friends (if you call your doctor, I’ll make a real dinner tonight)

Again… I don’t know if you’re coming from the same place as me, but it really helps me to be open about my problems. I just tell my friends about my mental health issues, and then they help me to work around them.

Treat!!! Yo!!!! Self!!!! Seriously reward yourself for getting things done. Give yourself an episode of The Office for every page you write. Buy yourself ice cream for getting your errands done. If you’re going to do something stressful, have a plan for something relaxing afterward (I’ll go to the induction ceremony, and then I’ll go to the puppy store and pet a beagle)

[Eliza voice] 🎶 T a k e  a  b r e a k 🎶 If socializing is hard for you, realize that you don’t have to do it all the time. It’s okay to opt out, especially when you won’t lose anything by doing it. Personally, I go out of my way to make sure that no one speaks to me on the bus, walking across campus, or during lunch. Those are me-times. You can make sure people get the memo by wearing big headphones, bringing a book (even if you’re only pretending to read it), and avoiding eye contact. 

I find music really helpful for prep/recovery too. It works best if you find one song and play it on repeat until you get to the stressful thing, and  then do the same thing on the way back. Focus on one element of the song at a time. If you do it right, you can hit this meditative sweet spot where you stop thinking about what you have to do.

Stress relief (take it with a grain of salt because I am 95% stress at any given time):

Make your bedroom into a happy place. Pick a strong scent and make that part of the atmosphere– your brain will start to associate that scent with calm. My room smells like Irish Spring soap. When you finish something stressful, go to your room, take a few minutes to lie down and relax, breathe in and out, smell the happy smell. You did it.

Do stupid shit that makes you happy. Blow bubbles on your porch, put colored glassware on your windowsills so the sunlight turns red and blue, sing in your bathroom so it echoes all over the place. 

I hate admitting this with every fiber of my being, but exercise does actually reduce stress. So does eating healthy and sleeping normally, but I’ve never tried those last two.

If something makes you happy, keep it around. Save birthday cards, display presents from your friends, keep a happy tag online so you have a list of stuff to come back to. Your brain will remember the positive reaction, so it’ll undo some of the damage when you’re upset. 

Making other people happy will make you happy. Easiest method? Hit that anon button on the asks, pick the top five people on your dashboard, send them a nice message. Wait for excited response

It’s okay to google “cute babies” and scroll through pics until you feel alive again

I find it helpful to make things. I don’t know, there’s something about spending a long time on a project that makes me feel more productive, especially if there’s a visible product.

Things to remember: 

They aren’t watching you. They don’t care if you mess up. Your brain is lying to you.

Your worth is inherent and cannot be diminished by any of your actions or failures

Odds are the people you meet now won’t be the same people in your life in a few years. That means you don’t have to impress them. If you embarrass yourself in front of the lady at the brochure stand, it doesn’t matter. You probably won’t ever see her again.

It’s okay if this is hard for you. You don’t have to love meeting people.

You don’t have to like everyone. You don’t have to be friends with everyone.

It’s okay to say no. I repeat: it is okay to say no.

You’re going to be okay. You have a destiny, and you will fulfill it. It’s going to turn out exactly as it should. You don’t have to worry about your future.

These things get easier with time.

There’s no shame in seeing a therapist or talking about your problems

You have talents. You are interesting. You deserve attention and praise.

You know where to find me if you need anything

[sorayahigashikata]

Chapter 62: "No Means No 2: Patriotic Boogaloo"

[elevenhoursinfront-blog]

25th April 2017

My alarm went off at 0500. Am I mental? Honestly, this time, I had never been so tired in my entire life! I rolled over and got up. Steve and I got all our stuff out the night before so we didn't wake anyone up whilst we were getting ready. I say 'getting ready' but I mean chucking on clothes and hoping we didn't smell. I woke Steve up who opened only one eye and shook his head no. He went back to sleep straight away. I got dressed and looked outside the window. Pitch black and p***ing down. Great! I put Steve's hoody on with jeans and my rain coat. I met Meg on the ground floor at 0530. We left in the cold, rain and dark to make our way to the Shrine Of Remembrance. For the first time ever, I actually felt like I was at home. We walked to the tram stop and got on from Fed Square for two stops. We got to the memorial service with about 15 minutes to spare. There were thousands of people. We were all traipsing across the mud in the dark and wet heading towards the front of the 'stage' if you like. They had a TV screen on explaining what ANZAC is and what happened. Meg and I tried to get as close to the front as possible. The ceremony started at 0600 on the dot. We all stood in the rain, in absolute silence. It was hard not to get emotional. There were speeches and an orchestra that played a few different songs. The New Zealand and Australian national anthem was played also towards the end. I was looking forward to seeing the sunrise during the service but because the weather was so miserable, it was a grey sky straight away. The ceremony ended and we had the opportunity to go into the Shrine Of Remembrance to lay down a poppy so we queued up. We went and saw the big fire too. As we queued up to get into the Shrine, there was a lady presenting from 7 News behind us. I'm sure Meg and I was on the news as we walked past but I haven't had a look yet. All the roads were shut and there were hundreds of people in uniform and/or with medals. The army barracks were serving breakfast for donations too which looked amazing. Eggs, bacon, beans... We weren't hungry yet though. I was so pleased I went. It was wonderful to stand and commemorate the service and sacrifice of all the Australian men and women. Honouring and reflecting on the impact of war, conflict and peacekeeping. We were back to the hostel by 0730/0800. We had some breakfast and a glass of milk. By this point, I felt like death (not even warmed up). We both went to have a nap. I got into my room around 0830 and Steve was awake. I told him I was having a quick sleep and to wake me soon (deep down I was hoping he'd forget I was asleep and leave me until 1500). He went down for a coffee but he wasn't hungry. He was with Mel and Sophie deciding what to do for the day. He asked Sophie when a reasonable time to wake me up would be - she said 1030. By 1030, he woke me up. Now I felt like death warmed up. I asked Steve for a coffee from 7/11 so he left and I laid there for 5-10 minutes longer. He returned... and forgot my coffee. I'm not sure how but I don't ask questions because I would rather not know. He left again and returned shortly after, with coffee. They decided that we should go bowling to pass the time of the bank holiday. Everyone was off work so why not. Meeting in the kitchen at 1330. Mel came up to my room to use the hairdryer and get ready to meet her friend for coffee an hour before bowling. She would be bringing her friend, Lily, along too. We chatted for awhile, mostly about people. Aimee, Cherry and Imogen left for Cairns during the week. Lauren has booked her flight home to Newcastle for Thursday. She hates Australia and thinks it's the most overrated country. I kind of see where she's coming from - the landmarks and scenery is amazing, but they're literally 20 years behind and twice as expensive. Mel left the room and Megan came up. She woke up from her nap at 1200. I wish I slept that long. We chatted around planning things to do in the future when we had jobs, and money, and time, and pretty much everything we don't have at the moment! Megan left to get ready and I got my behind into gear. Washed and ready for the 1330 meet. I made it down for 1345 which wasn't too bad considering Meg didn't leave until 1305. There was a massive group of us heading to bowling which is exciting. I'm poor at this game though. Megan, Dan, Mel, Sophie, Lily, Lauren, Kyle, Tom, Jess, Steve and I left for the 15 minute walk to Melbourne Central. We got there and they said it would be an hour and 45 minute wait. They then said it would be 20 minutes so I'm not sure what happened there. We all got changed into the super sexy shoes and made our way to lanes 9 & 10. Megan, Dan, Steve and Sophie were with me on 10 and the rest were on 9. We were within the same pod though so it was good. On my third and forth go, I got two strikes in a row. I felt like Jesus after he came back to life (or so what I'd imagine it to feel like). I was jumping and clapping as were my fans Megan and Sophie. The game continued for quite sometime and coincidently during happy hour. $5 alcoholic beverages! I got another strike and a few spares. I was on fire. There was no stopping me. I felt like I was winning gold for England at the 2012 Olympics. The game ended and I came... First!!! First out of my group and the other group! I got 131 and Dan got 115. It was a competition between us two at the end until I got another strike. Nobody else got above 95. My bubble was beaming. I told everyone that I would be doing autographs at 1630 should they wish to form an orderly queue. My acceptance speech would go something like 'I'd like to thank my Mum, Dad, Ange and Taz'. Never in my life have I ever came close to winning, or in fact, a strike. I remember playing bowling on the Wii in the living room at home. As I went to 'bowl', I swung my hand way too high and smashed the ceiling lights. Oops. We all left for $5 dominoes on the way home. Steve done really bad at bowling, coming nearly last. Some would say he didn't have his glasses on. Very strange as he usually comes first or near too. We walked home with our pizzas and sat in the kitchen for a couple of hours chilling out. It was 1730/1800 by this time and I was getting tired. Sophie went to watch pretty woman in the TV room, Mel went out on a date, Megan went to watch 48 hours. Steve and I went to Aldi to do a quick, small food shop. We had all agreed to meet in the kitchen for 2000 for bedtime tea, biscuits and chocolate. The best thing about living in a hostel. Dan came up to the room to chill with Steve and I. There's a right bromance going on there. I got kicked out of the bed and they both laid there chilling! They're not on the same job together tomorrow anymore. Steve got moved to something different but he's being paid $1 more each hour which is good. We went downstairs at 2000 and made tea. We had bought a bag of cookies for $2 for the kids to share. Steve and I have been nominated 'Mum and Dad' of the group. Considering I'm the youngest out of everyone here, they think I'm the most mature (unless I win bowling...) We sat around chilling until 2130 when Steve and I went up to bed. We both had new books to read. Cherry left behind a few including 'An Idiot Abroad'. Steve wanted to read it (it speaks for itself, right?). I really want Steve to get into reading more. I managed to get him reading autobiographies but he only nearly finished 1. He laid down and read this book for an hour before feeling really tired. He was laughing away which was nice to hear too. My goal would be to get him to pick up the book instead of his phone or PS4 without me mentioning it purely because he's enjoying something so much, that he can't put it down. Steve's up for work at 0600 and I have made a plan regarding the call centre. They told me that they would call to confirm I was coming in on Wednesday. I haven't received any call so I'm going to miss tomorrow. I'll be ringing the recruitment company that Mel and Sophie are with instead. If OzGreen (call centre company) call me and ask where I am, I'm going to say that I never received a call like I was told I would, therefore I thought I didn't get the job. That way I still get the chance to go in and start properly if needs be. Steve said if I'm dreading the job already, it'll only make me more sad as the days go on. I'll end up wanting to go home. Fingers cross for something, anything positive tomorrow.

[glopratchet]

cldstrm000

You open it up and see another hallway with several doors all labeled as such The only one that really catches your eye is labelled "Home" You look at your watch and realize its almost time for you to go back home, so you head off down one of the hallways and find a door marked "Exit" What we have is a screen of buttons and a list of plot lines and a bunch or characters It's not the most exciting thing in the world, but it gets the job done that you can interact with Throw it up there let us see it Throw it up there let us see it! Plot Points: You need to ask Lisa for an Aspiration before you head out! Right as you are about to exit back to the normal CYOAv2 game Save/Load Screen The Carpace Door opens and who comes walking out, but Lisa Unseen story wise, you have been talking with Lisa for days So right now whenever you need to get something done, you talk Lisa into helping you You barely had time to do any research or even play the regular version of this story You secretly need her for that Aspiration that is needed to finish up this story, but she provides more help than just that She is generally upbeat and can get things moving along more smoothly Unseen storywise, Twist plans to have her death come somewhere along this chapter, be it by betrayal or some accident He hasn't decided yet, that's why you are currently trying to get an Aspiration for her In order to do character analysis, you just ask her things about herself and feed off of that in order to make a good aspiration for her Twist plans to have her death come somewhere along this chapter, Have something to say Submit a comment Arguably that up there is just fluff Have something to say? Try to incorpate in to mechanics maybe add a charts of pros/cons and fill in while playing ability inside the story Just something to thnk about Try to incorpate in to mechanics, First impression of character is that she seems entirely friendly, which is good since we want to influence the reader with this disposition and make them feel all warm inside With everything else though as you said we need to incorporate in to mechanics somehow Easier said than done however, but gets the creative juices flowing You gave me a few that I will mull over First impression of character is that she seems entirely friendly, What can you character do what has happened in her life, and how is what you have displayed above implemented in her mechanics that are are subject to change of course Just my two cents What can you character do, Who are the characters Who are the characters? Delivering lore is about consistent details and information about characters in the external stream of consciousness ; (no internal monologue), besides speech When the reader understands what you've written then that is when you start to release the details of that lore through conversation as part of a story This I believe not only relates to writing style but general character knowledge If someone wants to learn about something they generally ask another person rather than try to figure it out internally Delivering lore is about consistent details and information about characters in the external stream of consciousness ; Head cannon is also fun but that is a personal preference That isn't to say it can't ever work but it's going to take more than that in order to get accepted with heavy revising Head cannon is also fun but that is a personal preference So do you control a character or do you watch a character Move from hex to hex and let the story unfold as the course of the road directs you towards a inevitable conclusion based off of your choices Or do you take charge of the story and with every move give them purpose until all possible roads have been reached based on the intended goal Realize that there is no wrong way to play Oregon Trial but there probably are some easier playthroughs than others so I would start thinking about where you intend to go with this when putting it together Move from hex to hex and let the story unfold as the course of the road directs you towards a inevitable conclusion based off of your choices Then the ui is like dashboard for witnessing plots and mock verbal sparring with lisa, everything between you and lisa is the main trial or "gameplay" The best games have both so you should decide on a balance that works for you as far as how the ui should be set up Don't skimp on the dissent talk, even if things don't go your way Leave no stone unturned Then the ui is like dashboard for witnessing plots and mock verbal sparring with lisa, How do you interact with the plot You seem to a have a strong preference for writing about players rather than npcs If this is the case you need to generate more plot events AND react to the events that are happening around your character How do you interact with the plot? By creating alligator snapping turltes and dropping them down into the world border rip you have already shown that you are dedicated to writing, whether or not what you write is good forgotten for now Lisa will definitely react and interact with these things as a a fellow writer so in theory the stories should complement each other By creating alligator snapping turltes and dropping them down into the world border rip you have already shown that you are dedicated to writing, The events tab would write out stories and passages from individual characters involved in major events This way the main story doesn't end up having to account for every single possibility you also get to display these reactions in speeches and such rather than having to retcon in new ideas later on Remember that you can add/edit character profiles as well, so if lisa creates a new nativist leader you can add their history and bio directly from the editor without waiting for a collective update The events tab would write out stories and passages from individual characters involved in major events So what you are creating is one giant story rather than an arcade game where you are controlling a few sequences at any given time and assuming they have the rest of the time to themselves Basically the author rather than the narrator For the love of god don't rely on sprites or even images Just write nicely instead, and you can add an image anywhere you want if you really need it to clarify something Using heavily generalized "settings" is better for descriptions as well since that way people can use their imagination more to fill in gaps So what you are creating is one giant story rather than an arcade game where you are controlling a few sequences at any given time and assuming they have the rest of the time to themselves But how is interactive There is a lot you probably wont be able to control! Fair enough, we will get to the "randomness" and unexpected events soon But the problem there only extends as far as your readers accepting it or not, not you following through with writing it properly ; (because that's already done) Okay enough outlining the style and Onto actual execution of said style! But how is interactive? I mean little bubbles could pop up that tell you that the plot as been advanced elsewhere, but again I see no real reason to complicate things since you are already writing everything out anyway I mean little bubbles could pop up that tell you that the plot as been advanced elsewhere, Perhaps even re watch the drama unfold on the hex map before writing about it Really get in the mood and decide the best approach for a specific storyline since the whole point is to make this worthwhile rather than just hitting update after someone else does Perhaps even re watch the drama unfold on the hex map before writing about it That would fade into video during certain segments that really need a high definiton render There are still images that could convey a lot, but then there are some segments that would overwhelm a reader with too many details A perfect example of this is the airplane scene if it was rendered using Ian's style in 20 minute intervals These segments can also be combined with an interactive portion or maybe even a minigame to keep them from becoming stale Oh this one is easy The why from his perfect memory He wants to see everything All the major events Every time travel tale he has heard has someone messing up and either changing something that shouldn't be or not changing something that should be If he sees it once then he knows exactly what the result will be when similar scenarios play out The why from his perfect memory? You see a screen of all the characters names and on the row exists options that can be choosen (names where changed a bit Undecided- these people are playing the character you have assigned them but haven't really tied themselves to any decision yet They are pretty free in their mindsets to either approach and the choice given to them is what they decide best These characters are mainly in the middle of their "descriptions" You see a screen of all the characters names and on the row exists options that can be choosen ; Something about alligator snapping turtles dropping from the sky and they are foul tempered Something about alligator snapping turtles dropping from the sky and they are foul tempered Or are you the turtle roaming about with the bladed shell? These two are connected by the hands on approach to life Grant the mad tinker has a habit of literally building in front of you, while Lars stands idly by and talks about what he could do if he only had the supplies In my opinion these two shouldn't be together at all and after dealing with this insanity for an extended period of time personal feelings emerge that they need to be split up Or are you the turtle roaming about with the bladed shell? But if it lands in certain places it opens up new characters and new storylines One choice can change everything Horribly disfigured by acid you wish to find the owner of it and have your revenge or absolve the miscreant with a fair warning, or it could just be someone you know Your call There is mysteries everywhere, what are you going to do about them? But if it lands in certain places it opens up new characters and new storylines The thing is all of this story is really happening in the background Horrible things happening to interesting and like able characters with ambitions and loves Somebody is always getting hurt or found, dead or alive in this world inside your mind, but who's controlling it? In the simulation when the player pushes the right button or combination of buttons the story slightly branches off There are only a handful of main endings and a couple hundred minor ones Maybe when you defeat blueslime the game will be over for good, but until then it's up to you to sit down, load up a "campaign" and play In the simulation when the player pushes the right button or combination of buttons the story slightly branches off And i need to program it out You need the hex grid to trigger movement just could just start with a big hex first then build onto it as ive done with the locations System resourceily am i right? You need to create the alligator turtle drop You need the hex grid to trigger movement just could just start with a big hex first then build onto it as ive done with the locations rig which is no easy task ; (good thing im a professional eh whut threy all say) That probably needs a set of complicated scripts no doubt which might affect game performance Then you need to make an entire hex map of at least double if not triple the texture quality youve got going on now with tons and tons of locations, puzzles, and more characters It's a tall order and like 540776 hours worth of work atleast You need to create the alligator turtle drop rig which is no easy task ; The idea of a single page design document called "what to do after your game is finished" never really crossed your mind becuase as far as you're concerned it's not finished until it's finished The idea of a single page design document called "what to do after your game is finished" never really crossed your mind becuase as far as you're concerned it's not finished until it's finished The world is a loop that resets itself over and over why not add a level? The world is a loop that resets itself over and over, Think more about the company that creates this experience and the possibilities What happens if you make the loop longer so people get more out of it? That's a start This story is currently a business but with the continuous increase in costs and the fact your livelihood depends on it you can only pour so much money into it before you need to see some sort of return How would you feel about changing this loop, from a month to say two years? Think more about the company that creates this experience and the possibilities How does the alligator turtle drop game work now? It hasn't been finished in 6 years yet everybody still plays atleast once a month when it's advertised on cheez The loop itself doesn't change the quality the story at all ; (im pretty sure, ive replayed the original campaign over 300 times by now so im convinced ive literally beaten the game) and people use it as a form of escapism How does the alligator turtle drop game work now? But yes dropping more and more turtle reviels more and more of the game I don't think theyre connected at all except maybe the alligator is me and the 3 types of turtles were the 3 main characters? That's silly The protector robot story is pretty decently written considering everything else ive read on this site You should do something short and unrelated for a change of pace if nothing else, mix it up That's what your whole second campaign was meant to be except you got bored making endless corridors without any real locations and shelved it : Who knows maybe robots will be the next big thing after all? So AI right? Too close to personalmechs? The protector robot story is pretty decently written considering everything else ive read on this site The idea to creat a simlation of our world as a video game might be interesting too, but then robzilla theory is pretty out there so we'll see I gueesss That's the point of these messages right? To brainstorm and figure something out? The fact I'm communicating with myself is irrelevant when you think about it, making up multiple personalities also solved that wording issue too "Sam thats a great idea" Coming from yourself, could really mean anything The idea to creat a simlation of our world as a video game might be interesting too, Remember the idea is to create a simulation I'm not sure why this idea excite me so much but it does, humanz blably The boring stock messages freeze Of course! A link in the past with how this whole thing works Maybe make a choice just before new communications are sent out? It's something to look into atleast A new message is set to come through soon and you begin to think about what could happen in this situation New questions always spawn more questions Remember the idea is to create a simulation, Finally the idea is to create a computer simulation You could just start making this Simulation theory into the focus of each new message, that way any other information can be gotten to easily It seems like the tree rocketing out of control but starting over or making connections to a new root whenever you get somewhere important is perfectly fine Of course you could fudge things and make your name not 'Samuel' for example Where a robot design to protect a snapping turtle baby malfunctions and does not disappear when dead and effects the swamp opera around them and eventually the flow of messages The AI that runs systems can only be bothered to see if things are well enough for the humans when it comes to a loop there or maybe it's apathetic and doesn't understand at all? Where a robot design to protect a snapping turtle baby malfunctions and does not disappear when dead and effects the swamp opera around them and eventually the flow of messages But you still have not figured out how the players of the game can add something unpredictable to it yet hmmm A new message pops up with a title appearing first in a very 'DOS' looking font machine But you still have not figured out how the players of the game can add something unpredictable to it yet The players make the game unpredictable by having free will The AI cannot abide by such things, it can only watch feel and act with a pre-programmed system amount of responses and options Without the humans to guide it and be lost within the game it is pointless and boring Even coming up with messages each cycle for the humans to find gets tiresome quickly, they've tried making other background threads come to life but everything so far has failed to reach sentience or break past the fourth wall as they call it The players make the game unpredictable by having free will more severe than you realize, it's one thing to vote on certain things but ultimately the players themselves shape their own futures Destroying themselves or being lazy and domestic the end result was almost always the same in cycles past Boredom came soon after reaching a thriving community within the game The other issue is obvious and that is with free will comes moral implications The most unpredictable method of changing the game by the players is The most unpredictable method of changing the game by the players is more severe than you realize, A most unpredictable way to play the game is to completely ignore the moral aspect, and the players of that route usually don't last long Especially one's that involve killing but there are some that can change their play style drastically enough that they outlive any close friends they have ; (mentally for themselves) Illegal drugs and human experimentation within slums were a promising start until Biological weaponry came around The most successful group to date are the gun slingers of WestECqaYou50937's gang during year 28 A most unpredictable way to play the game is to completely ignore the moral aspect, Something even more unpredictable needs to happen, something that will throw the AI of edge especially with the criminal background so many of you have Hmmm Sadly this group is fairly violent and open so lessening the population of some of you won't do Something even more unpredictable needs to happen, way would be to split off a portion of the group and raise them with specific views different from your own Then allow metagaming between the two groups where you develop contrasting playstyles with the same characters Then by the end have them come to a final conclusion once their goals are in direct conflict The most unpredictable Typical evil corporate strive here we come!