#also regardless of whether or not its for fun

[centipedve]

man wdk why maybe we're just pretentious and cranky right now but whenever people respond to common writing advice with "you can write whatever you want" it's like. yeah obviously. but the people who seek out writing advice and should care about it tend to be the people who need it.

not as in They're Bad but as in a large portion of people who write aspire to be published and to be published your work needs to be marketable and to be marketable you need to follow the rules, save if you deeply understand them and can break them in a manner which retains readability. we mean there's also self publishing but if you get any readers at all your reviews will suffer and as a result your sales will suffer.

there are some publications which take more experimental work but once again you need to understand the rules to break them. there's a big difference between "knowingly breaks rule for a specific purpose" and "makes a bunch of mistakes that will annoy readers at best" and it can be very easy to tell. sort of like the art style vs mistake thing. you can be aware when something is "wrong" but implement it in a way that makes sense and is cohesive with the rest of your work, and you can also just draw the thing wrong. it doesn't matter if you don't plan to do shit with your art so make as many fuck ups as you want but if you aspire to get a job with it then sorry man you're out of luck.

maybe we're just unsympathetic too wdk. cuz apparently people need reminders they can suck shit. you can suck shit 👍 does not change anything about writing advice though or make it less valid in the grand scheme of things.

[ajastu]

ok tho i think its fun that like. Rook knows qunlat on some level. You can find notes that say 'translated from qunlat' at the top, during tearstone they can tell what the antaam are saying in the distance, and if you romance Taash they know what taarala means, etc etc etc

Its such a random little detail but im kind of obsessed

[odysseys-blood]

i wonder how much longer the devils' lifespan is compared to a human. because the kings have been around for AGES when you take into account the fact that they were all full fledged adults with their countries well established by the time solomon first made contact with them. but also what's been messing me up about the longevity of their lives is the fact that the mc meets children! (from satan's bath card preview)

and from this conversation with sitri and ppyong devils are no longer being born because lilith, mother of all devils, has disappeared along with god and solomon. (ch3)

of course we know solomon is dead but the other two's existences are kinda up in the air at the moment. and with the fact that they all disappeared a long time ago its been. a few millenia which means any devil children have been babies and children for. a VERY long time from a humn perspective. and in that time many generations have sprung up between solomon's death and the mc being born. but also time passes differently in hell (likely slower from the fact that mc wasn't aware that the anniversary of their parents' death approached and passed (in ch4), as well as the fact that sitri says solomon spent a century in hell when solomon only made it to his 50s on earth (unles pretty busy has changed this for the story but i dont think they have)

with how all the devil's act you really would think that solomon disappeared just yesterday to them! thousands of years have passed on earth but theyre still heartbroken like they last spoke to him just last week! how short is the life span of a human to them. is it just like a blink and you're gone. are they aware of how limited their time with the mc is. because even with hell being so technologically avanced there's death every day. there is no cure for death. you will die and they still haven't even coped well with the death of a man that lived so long ago.

[dataframe]

the system is such a fun narrative device because it's ultimately the author, the audience, the plot all wrapped in one. it adapts with what is necessary for the story to come; its strict boundaries, its lenience, all dependent upon the tale being told and just what standards must be set to make the 'chosen' characters act. whether that responsibility falls to the transmigrators (which readers/authors like ourselves will have an intrinsic connection to), or is otherwise warped to be understood by one of the fully fictional accounts. i love the meta to it. it's still a character, but one made best when you as the author input your intentions for it to follow -- no matter the cost.

[rouge-the-bat]

i never get people that always headcanon characters (or make ocs) as the same identities. like i can get having common ones you give characters, but if u just Actually make them all the same, how is that not... super boring ?? do you not find inherent interest and joy in the vast experiences of identity and how they can come through in different characters???

[quadrantadvisor]

I'm trying so hard not to be a hater but the more I learn about other ttrpgs the more the way that people talk about dnd annoys me

[darabeatha]

/ I can't believe my first 'oc' servant (and i put it on quotes bc its not like i invented the d.evil, and i also mean in general bc I literally can't remember when was the last time I had something close to an oc) is the frigging d.evil

[greyedian]

ok ok fuck it I'm gonna try to be brave and actually work on Sterling and Gale's whole uhhhh situation bc I started a new bg3 run with my friend so now they're back occupying my brain. Again. Sooo... *carefully opens document*

[depresseddepot]

the last quarter of city of bones by cassandra clare is. certainly something.

[mxdotpng]

thinking about a game swap. for zesteria/berseria

[beautiful-is-boring]

Hc's of Levi Ackerman eating his girl out (aka you!)

MDNI, this is Levi x fembodied!reader smut, and this is my first time writing something smutty so this is not that good and i also became shy in the middle lol, not proofread.

Listen. When I say he's obsessed, it means OBSESSED

Totally just gets in there.

His clean freak tendencies that drive him crazy at a bit of mess? Poof. Gone. Nothing holds him back when it comes to his one and only. Especially when it comes to eating you out.

Will eat you out in any position - front, back, sitting on his face, anything.

You can probably bribe him or motivate him by offering to sit on his face later that night. He's that into it.

He would gently run his mouth down, kissing your inner thighs, and his breath would be warm and ticklish on your skin. He'll kiss his way down your body slowly and sensually, giving every inch of your hips, your gorgeous thighs he loves so much, and eventually your pussy, his ample attention and love.

He's a bit of a tease, and regardless of whether he's being gentle or rough, he takes his time to leave hickeys on your inner thighs around your entrance. Oh, and if he's not already pinning down your thighs and spreading them apart with his hands to expose your pussy for him? Then make sure to wrap those thighs around his head and lock them there. He'll go crazy but in the best of ways.

If he's doing foreplay and preparing you for his cock for sex he'll occasionally put his fingers in, first one then two, and then pump them in and out of your squelching hole gently while his tongue works on your clit at the same time.

For other times however, he just wants to eat so he'll hook his arms around your thighs, spread them, and get to enjoying his favourite meal.

Wasting even a single drop of your precious juices is a sin according to him. He'll lap it up.

Whether or not he has experience before you is something i'll leave upto you, but his mouth has skill.

He'll start off by admiring your pussy and then giving it a slow, gentle, loving lick, a broad stripe against your wet folds, to appreciate your taste.

His tongue spends a lot of time at your sensitive clit but he switches up his movements to make your squirm and scream.

He would run his tongue along your wet slit, tongue travelling to your sensitive bundle of nerves and circling it. When you moan, he simply smirks against your wet pussy and makes it wetter than before by flicking his tongue against your clit in circles, left to right, up to down, figure 8, and doing it again.

He would slowly insert his tongue and lap you up happily, and then go back to having fun with your clit, and then back again to your dripping hole.

If he's in a chill mood, I think he would like to take little breaks sometimes and simply admire your pretty pussy and the wetness that's dribbling out, before leaning in again and licking it right off of you.

Levi would totally tease you a lot when he's eating out your cunt. If he's feeling authoritative or playful, he'll tell you to beg if you wanna come. He'll keep that up, deny you your release and once you do finish, you'll get to rest if he's feeling merciful. Otherwise he's just gonna straight up overstimulate you, make you whimper and squirm as he makes you come on his tongue multiple times. He will leave you spent.

He doesn't care about the position as long as he gets to lick your pussy. From the front, from the back, top, standing, sitting, shower - he likes them all. But I think his favourite is one where you're lying on your back or maybe propped up on the headboard and he's facing you as he eats you out so that he can look at your face when you finish. Post war levi, however, probably prefers it if you sit right on top of his face.

If its post-war levi, you can defo feel the healed scar on his lips when he eats you out and feels SO damn good. A little ticklish, a little rough, but amazing and Levi knows it.

Loves loves LOVES to mark you up. He leaves little hickeys on your pelvic are and your hips and most definitely on your sensitive inner thighs.

If he could choose how to die, this is the way he'd wanna go.

[crepezinhos]

put babygirl in a bunny suit (or maid...or anything, really. Something fem)? I'm just saying, imagine Scara being a shameless camboy. You can NOT make this asshole feel embarrassed and is pretty open about his line of work.

Soo imagine a reader that's jokingly like 'wow, you'd look great in this', and is open about her love for femboys, and she's super inexperienced! And broke! So he welcomes her to be an anonymous guest because guess what, she has an amazing body. So it would be super beneficial to his career.

And bonus please, if they're in uni and he's famous on campus for giving chemical changing sex, regardless of your sex? Basically, the dude people wants to fuck.

Please plspls

I think you know who I am but let's pretend you don't lmao

Naughty Bunnies In Heat! 🐰

(REQUEST #12) POV: Your dear friend, Scaramouche, thinks you have an enormous potential to be a Camgirl star, so you decide to make a collab with him for his channel.

⚠️ WARNINGS:

— This is NSFW piece

— Reader is FEMALE and uses SHE/HER pronouns

— Contains: Breeding kink, slight mating press and creampie.

— AU is: Modern

— Femboy!Scaramouche x Reader

“And… there we go!” Scaramouche stepped away from you after he was finally done making up the red bow tie hanging between your collarbones.

With excitement shining in his violet eyes, he mired your body up and down like you were a piece of meat.

“Are you sure this outfit looks good on me, Scara? It’s kinda uncomfy in the back…” You couldn’t help but cross your arms and stick your legs together in pure embarrassment.

After all, it was your first time ever wearing a sexy bunny outfit, not only in front of your best friend but also in front of a camera that would record you and show you to thousands of people.

“Oh, you look marvelous, Y/N…” Scaramouche started walking in circles around you, wanting to check whether you were fully ready for what you two were about to do. “And don’t worry, we’re gonna be taking it off in a matter of minutes anyway.” He shrugged his shoulders while a hand of his quickly zipped your suit all the way to the top when he noticed it was not fully zipped.

Compared to Scaramouche, who was also wearing the same kind of outfit as you, you were acting like a weakling prey while he was shameless.

“What are we going to do exactly?” You asked him while he walked towards the bed, where he left his camera at.

“Just relax, Y/N… I’m just going to do some quick presentation and then we’ll roleplay as two cute little bunnies in heat!” Scaramouche quickly turned the camera on, walking away to set it on the empty tripod staring at the bed.

“Are you sure I’m going to… help your career by doing this?” You decided to sit on the bed, slightly preparing yourself to the video he wanted to record as you grabbed the mask in his nightstand.

“Absolutely! Don’t you ever look at yourself in a mirror?! You have one of the finest bodies I’ve ever laid my eyes on! You’ll do great!” After clicking s few things on the camera, and it started beeping every second, Scaramouche quickly walked up to you.

Finally, the camera emitted a loud ‘Beep’ noise, and a little red light begun shining on top of the big circular lens.

“Hello there, cuties! It’s Scaramouche again!” He quickly waved to the camera, winking very confidently to it. “As you can see, I have a >very< special guest today! Please, meet my best friend, Y/N Y/S!” Scaramouche gave you a tap in your shoulder, signaling you to say or do something.

You simply decided to wave to the camera and stay silent.

“As you can see, Y/N is a bit shy… But no need to worry! She’ll soon be having a lot of fun in today’s video!” He quickly walked closer to the camera and interacted with it as if it was a real person for a moment, before releasing it from the tripod.

While he clicked some buttons in the camera and adjusted its options, he silently mouthed to you ‘Get in the bed’, and when you captured his message and decided to obey him.

You laid down on the bed stiffly, completely afraid of the camera pointing at you. After all, he promised you that you were not going to be the focus of the video he had prepared for you. Even if you were wearing a mask, you were pessimistic about how recognizable you looked, so you were hopeful that he wouldn’t show a lot of you in this meantime.

“So, as you guys must’ve guessed from the title, we’re two little bunnies in heat… and we all know what animals do when they’re in heat, don’t we?” Scaramouche walked with the camera in his hands pointing down at the floor until he was close to you, offering you to hold it with the lens pointing at him.

You decided to obey him and grab the device with your hands, taking a look at screen to see if it was really pointing at him just in case.

“If you don’t, it simply means that bunnies breed each other like crazy… Why do you think the mother bunnies usually have 6 to 8 babies per pregnancy, hum?” Scaramouche started to move his own clothes aside, freeing his hardened cock and gently jerking it for a bit to tease the future viewers of this tape.

He quickly moved your own uniform too and revealed your pussy only to himself.

“And that is exactly what I’ll be doing today with my little bunny here…” He spit in his own hand, spreading his own saliva in his palm so he could quickly lubricate his own cock while aligning it with your hole, that has already been prepared prior to this.

With an easy thrust of his hips, he inserted all his length inside you. He wasn’t what one would call “big”, but his lack of masculinity was one of the biggest sellers of his program.

“Ohhhh…” He cooed as he found himself grinding his tip against the deepest corners inside you. “Such a tight little bunny…” He quickly placed his hand on top of your clit and used two fingers to circle it around while he waited for you to adjust to him a bit.

You could help but let a moan of pleasure when he did that.

“Show it to them, Y/N…” His other free hand moved to the camera and he held it stronger than you, forcing it to angle down and show the act happening between you too.

You, once again, accepted his order and decided to let him record what he was doing to you.

“Oh… fuck yeah…” He cooed to the camera in a high-pitched tone, also moaning a bit in a between, making a mixture of dirty noises that would definitely be toe-curling for his viewers.

It was being incredibly difficult to keep your moans to the back of your throat as he started moving his hips back and forth. He placed both his hands on the sheets, mainly focusing on doing the act with nothing that could censor the view of it.

Sometimes you’d aim the camera back to his face or zoom it out the audience could have a bigger view of the moment and Scaramouche.

You still couldn’t understand how you were being helpful to his career at this very moment or how you were different from the different toys he’d use instead of a real body. Was is perhaps just because you were a person? Or maybe your body was actually somehow attractive? It could be possible that whoever watches Scaramouche’s tapes might also find enjoyment in someone with the same body type as you.

“Gee… this cunt is begging for me to fill it up…” Scaramouche suddenly spoke out before his hands moved and gripped your thighs, pushing them down until your knees were resting by your waist.

Due to the favorable position, he started to speed up his thrusts, his noises becoming a bit louder too.

“Hummmm… gonna breed this pathetic pussy until it’s dripping…” Scaramouche cooed, his fingers pressing your legs a bit harder.

You decided to zoom in the act again since it was obvious that he was about to cum soon, and the audience would definitely want to see that happening rather than his face. You’d definitely zoom in his face later, but the ejaculation moment was definitely more important.

“Gonna fill you up…” He repeated that same phrase over and over again, fucking you into a mating press relentlessly.

After a few seconds overstimulating himself, you finally started to feel Scaramouche started to release his cum into your walls, trying to do it as close to your vulva as possible so the creampie would be easier to form.

“Ohhhh… fuuuuckkkk…” He whimpered while stopping his hips for once, his tip lingering against your hole.

For another moment, all you did was witness your organ being dirtied by his essence, the load of cum slowly beginning to drip down outside you, creating a charming moment that the camera caught.

“Look at that…” He gave your pussy a quick smack that made more cum fall out of you.

You rose the camera back to his eye level, which triggered him into keep talking to you and the audience.

“We’re not done until I say we are…”

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[lilyprettyremy]

10 Bad Habits to Let Go of for a Beautiful Life (Trust Me, You’ll Thank Yourself)

We all have those habits that hold us back — some sneakier than others. And while no one’s perfect, a little spring cleaning of your daily habits can unlock a happier, healthier life. Ready to drop the bad vibes and level up? Here are 10 bad habits to leave behind for good!

1. The Comparison Game — It’s Gotta Go

We’ve all done it. Scrolling, looking at someone’s perfect life, and feeling like we’re not enough. But honestly? Comparing yourself to others is a losing game. Focus on your own growth, and unfollow anything or anyone that makes you feel less-than. Your journey is yours alone, and it’s beautiful in its own way. Keep your eyes on your own lane!

2. Procrastinating Like It’s a Sport

We get it — that “I’ll do it tomorrow” energy feels good in the moment, but it’s also a trap. The more you put off tasks, the more they pile up and haunt you. Trust, the best feeling is getting stuff done now and freeing up your mind for the fun stuff later. Break it down, set a timer, and just start. You’ll feel like a boss when you’re done.

3. Saying Yes to Everything (Even When You Don’t Want To)

No is a full sentence, babe! If you’re constantly saying yes to things that don’t align with your goals or drain your energy, it’s time to stop. Overcommitting leads to burnout, and life’s too short for that. Start setting boundaries and prioritize what makes you feel good. Your time is precious, so treat it like gold.

4. Relying on Everyone Else’s Approval

We all love a little validation, but depending on it? That’s a recipe for insecurity. Your worth isn’t measured by someone else’s likes or approval. The only validation you really need is your own. So hype yourself up, celebrate your wins, and be proud of the progress you’re making, regardless of who’s watching.

5. Avoiding Your Finances Like It’s Scary

Finances don’t have to be terrifying! Ignoring them might feel easier in the moment, but getting a handle on your money situation is so empowering. Start small — track your spending, create a budget, and set a savings goal. The sooner you take control, the more stress-free your future will feel.

6. Holding Grudges Like They’re Trophies

Honestly, holding onto grudges only weighs you down. Letting go of past negativity isn’t about excusing people’s behavior — it’s about freeing yourself. Don’t let old situations control your peace. Forgiveness is for you, babe. The less baggage you carry, the lighter you’ll feel.

7. Talking Down to Yourself

Would you say those mean things to your best friend? Didn’t think so! So why do we let ourselves get away with it? Cut out the negative self-talk and replace it with something a little more kind and uplifting. You deserve better from yourself. You wouldn’t believe how much your mindset can change once you start being nice to yourself.

8. Expecting Everything to Be Perfect

Perfection is a myth, and chasing it will only leave you stressed and frustrated. Life happens in the in-between moments — the imperfect, messy, beautifully real ones. Give yourself some grace and celebrate progress, not perfection. A “good enough” life is often a perfect one in disguise.

9. Staying in Your Safe Bubble

Your comfort zone might feel cozy, but nothing grows there! Stepping outside of it might be scary, but it’s where all the magic happens. Whether it’s trying something new, starting a project, or meeting new people, discomfort leads to growth. Don’t let fear hold you back — take the leap!

10. Blaming Everything Else for What’s Not Going Right

It’s easy to point fingers and blame outside circumstances, but taking responsibility is where real change starts. You’ve got more control than you think! Instead of dwelling on what’s going wrong, focus on what you can change. You’ve got the power to turn things around — it’s all in your hands.

These bad habits? They’re not serving you, and it’s time to leave them in the past. Letting go of what’s holding you back will clear the way for bigger, better things. You’re already halfway there just by recognizing what needs to change. So let go, level up, and watch your life get a little more beautiful, one habit at a time.

[deniable-masterpiece]

the note | wally clark x gn!reader

a/n — this was gonna be more smutty but I didn't feel like it should go down that path, so a gender neutral wally fic it is! Christmas themed because Christmas is year-round, and also I love that little Christmas scene in the new episode

warnings — started out as smut but abandoned the smut part, so there's a few comments about hot and sexy you are. is cringe a warning? not proofread

words — 2.1k (surprisingly short for me omg)

summary — Wally writes you a note in a Christmas card about how he really feels.

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“The things I dream about doing to you…”

Wally sighed, placing the Christmas card down on his desk after penciling those words into the top left corner of its inner blank space. His leg bounced, and he looked off to his left to stare out the window, a mix of snow and green covering the expanse of the field outside. Anything to clear his head and focus, but maybe he shouldn’t have taken a seat in a class that you were currently in, painfully unaware of his existence. Telling you would be so much easier. Showing you, even. He wished a long time ago that he could affect the living world; he wished that he could tell someone who he didn’t already overly annoy that he exists and that he’s not gone. He wished for a lot of things, but he was waiting for a miracle on this one.

Mr. Martin suggested this, a way to cope with the uncontrollable: write a note inside of a Christmas card to someone at the school and send it to them. He said it would be the key to accepting that the only lifeline—from the fun they could have to the ways they could express their feelings of grief about their own feelings to even Wally’s favorite pastime, exercising—could only exist within the walls of this school. Wally was the first to accept this challenge, but that was only because he could think easily of writing it about one of the many living people he found hot. The only thing is that it wasn’t going to be that easy.

He used to be so blunt—and still was—but there used to only be one person that could push him to do the opposite of what he wanted. And he was doing this so that he wouldn’t have to think about her, and yet, this Christmas card was taunting him all the regardless of its stupidly thin presence. 

Why did he even bother writing words down when they would just disappear? When the generically empty cards they teachers swiped these off of returned back to one of the drawers in their desk? How long could he keep pretending that this was more than a glorified way of lessening Mr. Martin’s workload?

He picked it up again and started writing, letting his mind flow.

“The things I dream about doing to you, well, if I could dream. If I could dream, it would be all about you, obviously. You would hear me talking in my sleep like that stupid song by The Romantics, and I’d have the biggest boner because you’re so damn sexy.”

Wally paused, thinking about whether or not he should hold himself back. The card wanted that, to keep its crisp, pure inner-white pages free from the filth he scribbled over it. But he was supposed to be raw, real, and he wanted you in a way that could only best be summed up by coming straight from his mind. No filter. 

He continued writing, 

“I think I’m taking this too fast. Obviously, I would say ‘hi’ to you and I would tell you my name instead of keeping it from you until the end of this. I think I’m already saying obviously too much. Obviously, Wally. Right. Let’s get to the totally rad intro where I introduce myself and break your heart when I tell you that I’m a ghost. Hi, I’m Wally Clark. And I’m haunting the halls of this place like Poltergeist but not really because I’m only freaky like that movie in the parts where it matters. The ghost part is true, and the not seeing me part. Could they see the ghosts in Poltergeist? I don’t actually remember. If you could write me back, I’d love to know what you think about it. Don’t tell me everything, though. I don’t want to think about that weird man-eating tree. It was grody. Maybe you’ll like it. I barfed out halfway through.”

Wally cursed at himself for rambling so much, but if you could read this letter, he would want you to know how the whole ghost-thing worked.

“If you could watch it, all you do is have to speak out loud and I would hear you. It sounds creepy, but I would know at least. And hey! I’m telling you what I would do if I dream about you, and now I’m realizing how much space I wasted writing about some dumb movie you’ll never see. We could watch it together? Date night—you and me? Eight p.m., in the gym?”

This wasn’t like passing notes in the 80s, because you would never feel the card between your fingers. You would never crease it with your hands while you hold on tight to it as you cling to every word—Wally hoped you would do that when he got to the stuff that he felt would rock your world, anyway. 

“I guess I should get into it. We do movie nights here, and I always choose the best ones to watch, and I save the couch for us. I think about putting my letterman over you while we watch the movie so you’re sandwiched by me from the back and the front when I pull you onto me, and you lay on me, and sometimes I wish you could take things from the ghost world like we can from your world. Just so you can have it. I think about you fitting into every spot at this school. I think about doing it in every spot of this school. Every time you wear a new outfit, it makes me go feral. When you wear something I’ve seen, I still love it. You’re the hottest when you wear those clothes that reveal skin all over your body, and you play dumb to the teacher that dresses you because you wanted to feel hot that day. You’re hot. You’ve got my desired approval. I think about walking next to you in the hall—I do, you just can’t see it—and holding your hand as you have your five minutes of fame. Strut down the hall, make everyone’s head turn. You deserve to feel that way, and you deserve the punishment I’d give you for being such a skank. For letting everyone see your rocking bod.”

Wally took a beat to breathe and look over at you. You were wearing clothes that made heat travel to his pants—if blood could flow down to there. He envied the way you looked to the teacher and gave him those eyes he wished you were giving him. The eyes you’re currently giving a forty-year-old balding has-been who doesn’t know the privilege he has to see you every day in his class to just ask him to use the bathroom. He watched your backside as he permitted you to use the restroom, and you stood up and left the room. Thank god, Wally would have left the room to slip this card in your locked locker with a pair of wet sweatpants, or left his desk a mess of sticky white. He returned to the card and noticed that the underside of his hand was smeared with grey lead. The whole card had smudges on his already messy writing, but he continued on,

“Okay, fuck. You’re really going to make me say it? I want you, and I can’t have you, and I hate this power you have over me. Not even my own death holds that much weight, and it’s the thing keeping me from you…”

Wally finished off the letter with a few more blunt thoughts. Anything and everything heedless and stupid was carefully spelled out with the last bit of lead in his pencil. He would get up to sharpen it, but the fear of losing these words until he was ready to let him go took ahold of him. These were words he needed to say, even if you could never read them.

He concluded his thoughts with an aggressive signature at the bottom. He wanted to shut the card and imagine like the words had already reset, melted away from the paper like a bad storm had turned the thick stock into indiscernible mush. His heart was on this paper in a string of words that would only ever make sense to him, but Mr. Martin insisted on the next step he was about to take.

Wally left the room with a couple of minutes to spare, yelling a dramatic Goodbye! to you on the way out. He knew the schedule of the bells so well that he didn’t even need to think about it when he left. He had one destination in mind, and the bell had rung by the time he got there. On the first floor of the school, down the hall with all the English classes, was your locker, right near your homeroom. The lockers had a few slats near the top of each of them, and the card was the perfect width to fit and slide right through. Wally held it in his hands for a second, creasing it with his fingers and thinking of all the things that could happen if you just got to see it. Communication, even this bizarre, would be perfect for him. A place to overshare his actual feelings and not the constantly happy, empty-headed jock he always pretended to be. He had real feelings, and only a fraction of them were captured with stationary. It was more than something for you to read; it was the first step on processing his own feelings, to distract himself from thinking of missing his family’s holiday traditions. You helped him with that, unknowingly. And this was something to pay you back with, for being the unwanted object of his attraction.

Wally lifted the card to the horizontal grooves in the locker, pushing it inside. He heard it scrape against the metal and land on the stuff in your locker. There wasn’t much else he could do besides walk away. The note and all of his raw emotion were gone. Knowing the path you usually took, he expected that you would open your locker and find nothing. So, with the new weight off his chest, Wally moved through the hall, filling with students moving to their next class to throw hoops in the gym or convince the other ghosts to make holiday treats with him.

He went down towards the opposite end of the hall from where you would be coming in, putting an unknown distance between you and him as you walked to your locker. Standing exactly where he had been, you started twisting the lock embedded in the blue metal door to get it open. When you did, a Christmas card fell out and landed on the shiny linoleum.

You reached for it, picking it up and opening the card. The words were a bit faded and smudged, looking too messy to be some joke, so you assumed it was written with pure intentions. It looked to fill up the whole card, the letter written inside even going around the “Happy Holidays” wish written in red and green lettering on the right side of the card. Though, you started to question the legitimacy of it as you read further into it. The stuff about your appearance, and how they admired you from afar made you feel seen in a way that other guys at school were too dumb to see express on their faces or with their words. But ghosts? That part had you questioning what was actually real about this letter, and who was using a dead kid as a sick punchline to this joke of a letter. But the end of it what really got you, it being somehow both too cheesy to take seriously but also too specific to not be straight from the heart.

“It’s so hard to watch someone that you can only have in your fantasy. Every day I think about you and do things that would get me in so much trouble if anyone could see it. I think about you in ways that tell me I really love adore you.” The sentence originally used the word ‘love,’ but it had been scribbled out to become almost unreadable and replaced with the word ‘adore.’

Your eyes scanned over the final few sentences, which really stuck out to you. Unbeknownst to you, it was the first time Wally was at a loss for words. He could always offer support, even if he was bad at it. But this was the hardest thing he found himself trying to say.

“I don’t usually notice the living. They’re boring and lame, but you’re different. I dream about us doing the—“ The sentence ended there and picked up again at the start of a new one. “Well, I can’t describe it. The best way to put it would be doing the most. Everything. Anything. My world tilted off its axis, and it was already upside down. I love you.”

At the bottom of the note, it was signed,

“Worlds apart, 

Wally Clark

Class of ’84”

[silksongeveryday]

Drawing Hornet everyday until Silksong comes out - Day 731.

Well, after two long years of posting, I’m finally taking a break.

Thank you guys for everything for the past two years. It’s genuinely been so fun making daily doodles. But all good things must come to an end eventually. I’m tired.

What are the plans moving forward?

read below the cut if you’d like to know!!

Taking a break:

Life in general has been really rough lately. Tons of family drama, personal medical issues making it impossible to function some days, and my childhood dog recently passed away a few days after Christmas last year. So it was a real challenge to “keep up appearances” if you know what I mean.

I’ve said this plenty of times in the past already, however I’ll repeat it since there’s surprisingly a lot more new people that have followed since then. I’m taking a whole month off from posting entirely. So I won’t be active on Silksongeveryday until about March 14th. Why? Hopefully it’s obvious but posting daily content for two years straight really does something to you. I’ve grown tired of this blog just a little bit, and I feel stepping away from it for a month will help me reconnect. I still love the game and its community, and I’d hate for my disinterest in a single blog to ruin that. If a month long break could fix that then so be it.

I’m also taking a somewhat indefinite break from daily doodles. I WILL still be posting doodles occasionally every once in a while after I come back from my month long break. However I won’t be doing daily doodles.

So no daily doodles ever again?

There is only one condition that has to be met for me to return to daily doodles.

A Silksong release date is announced.

Which is…let’s face it, a release date might not happen any time soon. 6 years of near radio silence from TC? I’m not expecting much, especially not in a month.

But WHEN a release date is announced I’ll definitely return to daily doodles and do a sort of daily “countdown” until Silksong is officially out.

Will doodle requests still be open?

Yes! Even if I will no longer be doing daily posts I will still occasionally post every once in a while with doodles! So if there’s a specific doodle you’d like to request and you have an extra $1 hanging around, hornet doodle requests are open on my ko-fi!!

What about the current projects that were happening on Silksongeveryday?

I’m still working on them! Just as mentioned before, a lot of stuff happened irl so it’s kind of on the back burner.

For the Hornet Journal Series: I plan to post the remaining entries after I come back from my month long break. Whether I work on them during that month long break totally depends on how I’m feeling. But there may be a likely chance I work on a few here and there on my own time! But regardless, I do plan to finish this project. So no worries!

For Hornet’s Strange adventures: I know it’s been ages since this particular project finished on the blog. Development for the free game is slow going since I’m working on this project entirely by myself with a game engine I’ve never used before. Progress is being made but it’s unfortunately slow thanks for irl conflicts. But, just like the journal series, I do plan to finish this project so I promise it won’t be abandoned!! I just need a break first lol.

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I think that’s all I have to say?? But if anyone has any questions, asks are always open and I’m more than happy to answer just about anything!

Thanks again for the wonderful experience, it’s been an amazing journey with you guys <3

See you all in a month!!

[essektheylyss]

I love that Caleb does not ever seem to take opportunities to take any kind of "this might be the last moment I have" actions. No matter what, when everyone else is going around and making their desperate moves, Caleb doesn't. Even after he recommends otherwise to others, it is notable that he among the group doesn't do so, and this is consistent with his previous behavior.

I like to think that stems from the moment he opted against trying to work with Trent—which I think, at its core, was an attempt at such an action. If Caleb had died fighting the Somnovem, he had every reason to believe that Trent would continue in his actions. Though Astrid and Eadwulf were willing to subtly undermine him, they had made it clear that they were not willing to challenge him outright. Caleb tells the Nein, when they are discussing their last wishes at the Blooming Grove before returning to Eiselcross, that he would appreciate Trent being eliminated in the event of his death. I have to believe that there was a fear or regret that his dearest motivations would not come to fruition which spurred his interest in using an alliance with him in Aeor to trap and kill him.

I've mentioned elsewhere that I believe Essek's willingness to disagree with him was one of the factors in Caleb being able to trust him and his judgment, but I would also argue it was a wake-up call for Caleb—about letting himself be distracted; about not focusing in on the mission at hand; about, potentially, expecting failure in this goal, especially after he has watched his friends say their goodbyes as if they too expect to die. "Stay on task, Widogast," is a mantra he uses in Vergessen, but he does get caught up, to an extent, in enacting as much damage as he can to the place in the process, and regardless of whether this ruthless assault slowed or sped their discovery, Trent did catch up to them, and very nearly caught Veth and Jester as well as himself. Given Caleb's fears throughout the campaign that he will draw the danger that dogs him onto his newfound friends, and his later apology to Essek in the same conversation for drawing Trent's attention to him, it is not a stretch to argue that this is yet another guilt he shoulders.

It isn't lost on me that Caleb almost died before the Nein even met, he was perpetually aware of his fragility among the group, and he was the last member of the Nein to go down and need to be revived. So I just think it's very fun if he, who so often seemed to be on the verge of death, who in fact planned to step back in history and in the process erase the person he had become, found himself at some point determined to live, and firmly confident in his ability to do so.

He does not wrap up his affairs, he does not say goodbyes, and while he may acknowledge the stakes for the group, he does not entertain the idea that he personally will not make it out alive—because, as Dorian notes, he has a lot to live for. He has to get back home to his partner and his well-maintained garden; he has to make sure the Cerberus Assembly's nefarious schemes do not continue in Ludinus's absence, perhaps even in the absence of the Assembly itself, depending on what its members do in its wake; he probably has to go egg on his godson's shenanigans as payback for Veth threatening to shoot him out of the sky.

Caleb Widogast is an absolute cockroach of a wizard, and, in true Mighty Nein form, he is at all times thriving on unfinished business.