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š¾ d20--coding . . .
i love programming but sometimes it really just makes you want to bash your head into a wall huh. i'm talking to my computer all day and my computer is just responding with 18 different ways to say "fuck you"
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#sounds about right #i'd do the same thing if i was a computer
hahahaha says the girl who eats rocks
š”wretchedbeastie . . .
this you?
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wh. what. where did you even find that
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Not much in the skies this week, sadly. But some exciting stuff nonetheless!
Piper M 600 SLS! Hello up there!
TVS-2DTS biplane... dropping... boxes? Supply crates? Not sure if that's safe, I hope whoever that is has the proper permits...
#sky watch weekly
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š”wretchedbeastie . . .
just got woken up by the farmer knocking on my dad's door at like 6:30am. again.
#the shop is closed on wednesdays #you have to know this by now
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yo joja was bad but at least i never saw morris chug an espresso before sprinting halfway across town and passing out in front of the clinic
#and then they're banging on pierre's door at 7am the next day #like bro are you okay #get some help #or at least some sleep dude #farmer sightings
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šØleahs_crafts . . .
Just posted the latest sculptures to my online shop!
Plus a 20% off sale on all pins and stickers. Please stop by, and thank you all again for your continued support!
#sculpture #abstract sculpture #drawing #frogs #fantasy #etsy #abstract art #art #artists on tumblr #my art
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My aunt and i have been just scrapping by for years out here and yet that fuckin farmer shows up and creates a goddamn empire off of... blueberries? starfruit? chickens that we sold them? Good for them i guess but it'd be nice if life didn't suck ass sometimes.
āļøfarmer-is-here . . .
skill issue
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Hello??????
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š¤gogogadgetastra . . .
Working on a big new project, details to come when it's finished! No spoilers, but let's just say... it's big :)
š¤gogogadgetastra . . .
robot gone
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what, like it broke??
š¤gogogadgetastra . . .
robot gone
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I swear I just saw the farmer run past the ranch into the woods from their farm, and then not 5 minutes later they ran past my ranch.. from town? How did they get there??
# I know I didn't miss them passing by at any point #farmer sightings
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š§æmui-wahhhhhh . . .
hi hi hiiiiii~! I'm preparing a spell of "have a lovely day" for you! (ā©^o^)āāā
:ć»ļ¾ā§*:ć»ļ¾ā§āÆ ~Like~ to charge, ~reblog~ to cast :ć»ļ¾ā§*:ć»ļ¾ā§āÆ
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āļøfarmer-is-here . . .
these mfers don't even know what kind of magic i've got access to. you're wondering how i get around so fast meanwhile i'm out here meeting with a goblin
š”wretchedbeastie . . .
like. like a whole ass goblin?
āļøfarmer-is-here . . .
goblin on deez NUTZ and ASS-WHOLE
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Crushing it in Zuzu City, thanks to everyone who came to our latest set!
# stream Dead End Street out now !!!!!!
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š”wretchedbeastie . . .
someone new moved into pelican town! apparently they're taking up that old crumbling farm?? so exciting, i can't wait to meet them!
š”wretchedbeastie . . .
date of posting: spring 1, 2016
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š§æmui-wahhhhhh . . .
got a new amethyst today~!! ~^o^~
š”wretchedbeastie . . .
mmmmm a healthy snack
š§æmui-wahhhhhh . . .
no!!!!!!
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āļødoctor-h-starbird . . .
Not to get too personal on here, but if I have to recusitate the farmer after a botched mining adventure one more time I'm going to be the one needing medical attention. For acute heart failure. My therapist in Zuzu city does not get paid enough for this.
āļøfarmer-is-here . . .
is this because i passed out on our anniversary
āļøfarmer-is-here . . .
s-sweetie
#im so sorry it wont happen again
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THE FARMER IS MARRIED??????
āļøfarmer-is-here . . .
š chickenbastard Follow . . .
????????????????????
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i'm in a fuckin cave
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and, scene :)
#dashboard simulator#fake dashboard#fakeposting#dash sim#dash simulator#fake dash#fake posts#unreality#tw unreality#stardew valley#stardew farmer#stardew sebastian#stardew shane#stardew marnie#stardew sam#stardew valley sam#stardew emily#stardew leah#stardew maru#stardew abigail#stardew harvey
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wait do you guys know about the borderline parasocial relationship like HALF of ignacia has with the fire and water ninja? they LOVE claiming them whenever they hear about their feats on the radio. whenever i used to help out in the stalls back at home, all id hear was villagers basically trying to one-up eachother with how well they knew them. but if im not mistaken, half of them did jack for the two when their parents were missing? idk much but my ma tells me stuff from time to time-- we weren't very well off ourselves but ma always tried to spare some rice for them :'(. anyways it kinda rubs me the wrong way to see them trying to benefit of the fire and water ninja's success-- THEY MADE IT THERE BY THEMSELVES, NOT WITH ANY HELP FROM YOU GUYS. i hadnt seen this mentioned here, so i wanted to impart my knowledge, cause yeah, its messed up.
ps; the first time i saw snowbwas when my pa was sick and had to be taken to ninjago city for treatment. i think i was around 10 then? also, shoutout to Dr. Morris for saving my pa!!!
-- concerned anon :D
oh parasocial relationships we love those /s š¬š¬š¬š¬
why are they bragging?? "someone brought a pack of gum to school and suddenly everyone is their friend" ahh conversation
your family sounds very kind concerned anon š«” thank you for bringing this to attention
SHOUTOUR DR MORRIS š£ļøš„ā¼ļøGLAD YOUR FATHER IS OKAY šš SNOW IS AWESOME
#lego ninjago#ninjago#ninjago ignacia#leeching off of other people's success is NOT cash money#ninjago city#Ninjago rp#concerned anon
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"What are you doing out here?" Cassiopeia stood by the metal staircase leading to the glass-domed hangar of the ship, at the center of which Meridian was sitting, staring through it at the starry cosmos above and around them in wonder.
The robot replied, dejected, but not tearing their eyes away from the sight before them, "Couldn't sleep."
Cassie began walking down the stairs, her fluffy slippers squeaking on the smooth floor, and cocked an eyebrow at the robot's peculiar answer, "... Do sentient robots sleep?" She asked, hesitantly, as if afraid to come across as rude or ignorant, "I didn't know that."
Meridian hummed, a whirring, metallic sound that somewhat sounded like a kitten's purr, "Not really. A robot can turn itself - uh" The robot stopped himself at the slip up, looking at their hands for a moment, shaking their head, before correcting the mistake "-themself off like a computer or a machine. But its not really like human sleeping. Lately I've been trying because, maybe, with some practice, I can learn to sleep the human way. I'd like that."
From where she was standing, coming ever closer to her friend, she noticed the robot's sheepish, slightly hopeless smile as they declared the forlorn, guileless plan they intended to put into practice. The sheer sadness of what this meant took her off guard, so much so that, for a moment, Cassie didn't know what to say.
She sat down beside them, shaking her mind back to the present and gave them a kind smile in return, "Well... trying is a good start!" The girl began, looking up at the stars as well as she wrung her hands anxiously. A thought crossed her mind, and she voiced it out loud, "Hm. Maybe I could research some ways to rewire your systems, safely, so we can figure out together a way to help you do human stuff like sleeping." She chewed on her lip, "If you'd like my help."
At that, Meridian gasped, finally looking at her, eyes practically glowing with happiness, "Oh. For real? You... you really think it could work?" Their voice, albeit synthetic and mechanic, was filled with the most hope and wonder she'd ever heard in her life.
She couldn't help but feel the same as she answered, "Well, only one way to find out!" The young inventor said with a bright, optimistic smile. If she was being completely honest, she didn't actually know if it could be done - but she was certainly going to try.
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Flesh and Bone
Morris awoke to darkness and a clandestine rustling in the tent next door to his own. Since that tent belonged to Skullduggan, and Skullduggan had never been known to do anything which could even generously be described as clandestine, he nudged the rats off his chest and crept away from his bedroll.
Stars shimmered across the sky outside. Morris tried to ignore them. After the events of the last few days, from Sabrinei's betrayal to the explosive argument between Skullduggan and Zazka that evening, the last thing they needed was to get the Firefly Queen involved. Fortunately the camp remained still, with no movement from Sophie and Zazka's tent, either, and Morris was able to creep up to the flap of Skullduggan's unnoticed, where he paused. Skullduggan let themself into everybody else's tents as if they lived there, but trespassing inside their green and yellow silk was a dangerous game. Especially tonight. Some of the words they had chosen to sling at Zazka were still ringing in Morris's ears.
The noise continued. Morris waited for the moment Skullduggan woke up, for the crunch of metal on flesh. Nothing. He sighed, readied magic at his fingertips, and inched the flap aside.
A small candle flickered inside a lantern, too weak to glow through the panels of the tent but enough to make Morris stop. As his eyes adjusted, he immediately regretted his decision to investigate, and knew just as quickly that it was too late to turn back. Skullduggan was definitely awake. Their skeletal form still froze Morris's heart in his chest for a moment, even when it was wearing pyjama bottoms and an open silk robe. They were clutching at a bundle of red-stained clothes, muttering and cursing while they tried, as far as Morris could tell, to stuff the bundle inside their own hollow ribcage. The sight did not reassure him.
Predictably, inevitably, as soon as he tried to draw back the skeleton raised their head and a pair of empty sockets stared straight at him. It was like staring into a coffin. Morris shivered. Skullduggan's expression didn't, couldn't, change, locked by the bone into a permanent death stare.
'What do you want?'
'Nothing. Thought I heard a sound. I'll go.'
'Don't be a coward.' They threw the bundle onto the ground and flopped backwards against it. 'Come in, as long as you don't have any rats with you. You'll wake everyone up if you just stand there.'
Morris ducked inside and knelt next to Skullduggan. There was plenty of room for the two of them. Despite how frequently they professed their family's poverty relative to the other noble Houses, Skullduggan could still find the funds for a twist of magic in the tent they carried, allowing them enough room to stretch out and lounge against a variety of pillows without having to lug them around in their pack or, more probably, having to hire a servant to lug their pack around for them. Up until recently the extra space had been taken up by Sabrinei. Morris carefully did not look at one of her scarves, still folded neatly in a corner.
That meant looking at Skullduggan instead, which was hardly preferable. They continued to stare at Morris with the empty holes.
'Go on. Ask,' they demanded. Morris scratched his ear.
'What're you doing?'
'I don't know.'
He knew Skullduggan wanted him to grumble, wanted something to kick against, and normally he would have remained silent, to avoid giving them the satisfaction. Tonight, under the morbid gaze of his friend's skeleton, he sighed and said,
'Then why did you tell me to ask?'
The eye sockets were expressionless, but at least they hadn't lost their infuriating grin. In fact, they didn't have many alternatives.
'Because I wanted to tell you that I didn't know.'
'Are you asking for help?'
They folded what was left of their arms over their ribs. The sleeves of their robe fell across the exposed ulna.
'No.'
'I'll go, then.'
'You barged into my tent in the middle of the night and now you're not even going to offer me a cup of tea?'
Morris looked at their jawbone, their spine, the empty space where a throat should have been.
'Would you be able to drink it?' he asked.
'No. I tried with a glass of wine earlier.' They gestured to the red stain on the bundle of clothes currently employed as a cushion. 'It didn't work. Just make the tea, yeah? I can still hear and see things, so maybe I'll be able to smell it. That makes as much sense as anything else. I hate magic.'
As this was a sentiment Morris, tenth level druid, wholeheartedly agreed with, he settled back down and took the cup Skullduggan offered him. He dropped some leaves from his pockets into the cup, drew forth a flame from his palm and settled the cup on it. When it became too hot to hold he let the flame quench itself and folded his hands around the top.
He didn't ask whether Skullduggan could indeed smell the bitter herbs rising on the steam, and they didn't offer any enlightenment. Morris breathed in the scent himself and guessed, quite correctly, that Skullduggan would wait until he was halfway through his first sip before speaking again.
'Morris?'
He lowered the cup untasted.
'Mm?'
'When you change into different animals, how do you cope with everything feeling⦠wrong?'
The cup was scalding against his skin. Morris didn't notice. He felt suddenly numb.
'Wrong?'
'You know. Legs in the wrong places and having scales and being too big or too small or whatever.'
Morris did know. He knew all too well. Even sat here, in the comfort of Skullduggan's improbably large tent, he could feel the nagging discomfort in the back of his mind, whispering that something was out of place. It felt like wearing mismatching boots or wet socks, but inside himself, constantly, until it made his mind ache. On bad days it made him want to dig his own skin away with his fingernails.
He couldn't even begin explaining that sensation to Skullduggan, but looking up, he realised he didn't have to.
'It always feels wrong,' he said simply. Skullduggan drummed their fingers on their jaw, which made a sound like rolling dice.
'Even when you're human?'
'Uh, yeah.'
'Oh.'
'Except ratshape, sometimes.'
'Well, obviously,' said Skullduggan, and then added, with surprising fondness, 'Because you're weird.'
The tea simmered in Morris's hands, cool enough to drink. He took a mouthful, ignoring the intense stare this earned him, and asked,
'What does it feel like to you?'
'Empty. I feel empty. I thought this--' they pulled the bundle of clothes out from beneath themself and shook it '--might help, maybe make it feel like I had a body, but obviously it didn't. So what do you do, if you have to live with it all the time?'
The silence answered the question. After a while, Morris handed his cup to Skullduggan, who took it and held it to their nasal cavity.
'Dandelion and sage,' they said. 'With⦠lemon?'
'Verbena.'
'Close enough. At least that's something I can still do.' They passed the cup back, and then added, in quieter tones, 'Did you hear me talking to Zazka earlier?'
'Everyone from here to Dwylionn heard it.'
'I really didn't mean to let that wolf bite her. It's not easy holding a sword with these.'
They waggled their finger bones. Morris set the cup on the ground.
'I think it was more because you called Sophie a charlatan.'
'What? She is a charlatan. She turned me into a godsdamned skeleton. What kind of cleric does that? Bloody temple priests. I'm going to put forth a motion to have them all executed, if I can ever get inside the Council Chamber again.'
Violent threats were more in line with Skullduggan's usual behaviour, but Morris heard something else in there. It was in a hiss through their teeth, a turn of their head, something indefinable but slicing through their words with the sharpness of a razor. Morris shuffled back a few inches before clearing his throat.
'Do you want to talk about Sabrinei?'
It was a good thing he had the foresight to move. The cup narrowly avoided hitting his head as Skullduggan hurled it at the tent poles.
'No, I do not want to talk about-- about her. If I wanted to talk about her I would fucking do it. I don't even want to talk about this.' They beat a fist against their ribs, which rattled. 'I⦠can't at the moment. One thing at a time, yeah? I'll⦠I'll get to her. Don't ask me again.'
It seemed like a good moment to make his exit, but as Morris clambered towards the flap and the chill night air, Skullduggan said,
'When we get a scroll of resurrection, Morris, I want you to do it.'
Morris did not hesitate in his answer.
'No.'
'I wasn't asking. You don't have a choice. Sophie would probably turn me into a zombie or something, and if we got a temple priest to do it they'd ask lots of stupid personal questions about me and then do it wrong anyway. I'm not living with this feeling forever. I won't. You're the only one who'll understand how to put things back right.'
They might have been a skeleton, and they might have been clutching the pathetic bundle of clothes like a comforter, but they were still the Marquis Skullduggan. They would still have a sword within reach, or, failing that, a cheerful disregard for their own safety. Wrestling a wildshaped druid, as they had demonstrated on many previous occasions, was not something they would baulk at. Morris chewed his lip.
'I'll think about it,' he said. Skullduggan must have been more affected than they were showing, because they nodded.
'Okay. Goodnight.'
'Night.'
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Have some WTDW theories cause i want to start making progress on some if this lore.
Ok! So I think Morris is possessed by Celio. Considering the last we saw of them Star did commit violence and implied they would wake up and think this was all nightmare or something.
Sara's soul has thrown me for a loop. You see there are a few places i think it could be and this new video both destroyed one of them, was that being her soul was in the employee training tapes. This theory was built upon the fact those training tapes always seem to be giving out information only she would and should know. but in this video we see Norman? I believe that's the new characters name because of the description. But they have some sort of connection to those tapes so either Sara's soul is not in the tapes at all (most likely) or she and Norman have something going on. I still would like to say my biggest theory for Sara is still that her soul is actually in the website and is trying to contact us through the white text in the events page.
Oddity also uhhh not any theories on them. But what i do have to say is that there might be something more going on. Everyone seems surprised that they can talk. With Star and Wiatt i could understand they had barely even knew twimblows existed. But for someone who now works for watchful eye? unless that was Morris first encounter with one, like ever. Which is possible it very well could be if their soul is Celio. but i still feel like they should have known if twimblows talked or not especially since they're advertising it. All this to say if more people keep getting shocked at Oddity's ability to speak. What if hes the only twimblow that can? does that mean there a soul in him? is it Sara's? probably not. but hey thats just a theory im tossing ideas around and hoping someone picks one of them up and helps give me evidence to support it.
Anyway those are my thoughts for today. Feel free to reply with your own theories and such. This new interactive stuff sounds super cool and im looking forward to solving it all and then going of to to write more angsty fanfiction about it.
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(Pant) Please be gone.. Please be goneā¦.
I donāt want to deal with another monster ā On Thanksgiving out of all days! Why not Halloween or Christmas? Or even-
Excuse me?
Ah! Oh - You scared meā¦.
Sorry - Didnāt mean to⦠But I canāt help but worry about a young girl like you panting and shaking behind a hay baleā¦
Sorry⦠I⦠I saw something and it scared meā¦
⦠Thanks for checking up on me. Iām Lizzy Morris.
Call me Snippy.
Uhhhh - Whatās with the glove?
Oh? This? I worked as an inventor and I created ton of shit. This is one of them - Though I wore it all the time.
TBH - It feels like I was born with it - Hehehehe
Hehe⦠Heh?
Um, sorry for asking again - But are you new?
Yeah! And maybe no⦠You see - My brothers and I are visiting for a friend and we canāt stay for long. We got a big party happening on our destination!
Oh? A party?
Yes, Maāam! Wicked stuff! Thereās gonna be music, colors, lights, and in the end - Fireworks! Swirling in the sky!
Gee - Sounds like you put a lot of thought into it.
Thanks! Anyways - I have to go see my bro-bro at the go-go! Later, Lizzy!
Bye!ā¦. Huh⦠Thatās strange⦠Hmmā¦.
(Pulls out her phone from her pocket before she grabs her bag and leaves)
Lizzy: Hey Jill - Can you tell Cranium to check the forest? I donāt want to upset mom with the monster news.
#goosebumps#horrorland#goosebumps horrorland#starkid oc#oc#Snippy#ā„ļøš¦#Lizzy morris#l.m š#goosebumps lizzy morris#art#goosebumps fanart#fanart#digital art#Ft. Cameo of a certain yellow jacket girl#from the musicals
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I this project we had to work in groups and the theme of this project was mental heath. we decide to do ours around anxiety. I was paired with Keiran Morris ( game designer "a person who invents a game's concept, central mechanisms, rules, and themes"/ lead role) and Daniel Lindsay ( art designer "A game artist creates visual art for games") I was the one who did most of the code for the game with the help of Keiran. (game developer "a person who fleshes out the details of a game's design, oversees its testing, and revises the game in response to player feedback")
our game was that the player was close to a panic attack due to having social anxiety and they had to find nine items in order to calm down. The way we chose to show this was to have a murmur sound constantly play and have eyes show up on the walls of the maze and the maze it self with it being a tight place it makes it feel like the world closing in similar to an anxiety attack. The nine items represent items that a person might use or have in order to clam down that is why you collect them.
I with the help of keiran had developed a system were the doors on the maze would only come down when a particular item is grabbed this was done using tags. If the tag on the item and door match the door would be removed allowing the player to continue.
This is my blog that I had made to document this project.
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It's gonna be very big you know it's his idea but we feel that they're going to take half of the lawnmowers in the areas that they're still in in forest which would only be the northern part of Kansas band and the upper Midwest that is a ton of Juan Morris and tractors all the way up to about 200 horsepower and they're pretty beefy but they make off road vehicles. They didn't plan to but they need to. They're taking almost three quarters of the golf carts and we use some of them and we grab the whole bunch we don't really use that many but they're handy and we have cards but boy it's kind of a nuisance OK people just ride around and then waste time. I'd like you to do that they're also grabbing the Polaris in 10m and other four wheelers the ones for farms and other and we do need some of those we grab the bunch but we're gonna have to make our own cuz really they're they're they're taking a ton and they have people drive them and they fill them up with people and it's the weirdest thing you've ever seen. It's not cold so they put tons of people and they bring supplies and food and they go for hours and then pull over but they can't really pull over but they have to fuel up so they go to fueling stations and they make a big circle I mean it's the weirdest thing all these people are holding on for dear life going 6570 miles an hour on golf carts. So they're gonna wanna drive them around in the factory so it probably should start things up they suck so bad. Now they're not using the F-650 they're using real trucks light duty can carry can pull about 10 the heavier trucks can pull 20 and they're doing it no they care about 10 so they don't break because they can't pull the load they start real slow it is a weird site it's a weird scene it's like what are we going to ride and you couldn't find itOK this is a strange scene and when you're going down the road they make a howling sound. They have sent a few out and we see it one of them had 20 long and they made this huge howling and some of the people scream a little'cause it it goes back and forth and you have to calm it down. So they're getting out of and he helped him calm down a little and showed her a procedure in the wife is healthy. Real grateful he says you'll remember it forever and tears are running down their face and the story is going around it's amazing so they're helping each other and they're getting out of town and it's gonna start getting big you saw a row of the 4 wheelers and they can tow more because they use real steel and someone put like 50 and someone's saying no so 25 and it's huge they're zooming along and really they you get upset Monday maybe it was before mom was she's he's came in find you can go like 300 miles so they plan to ride them about 150 to the meeting point and they know how to do it and it's gonna be a lot of fun the golf carts can only go like 20 miles but they have to go like 10 miles at the end they're looking forward to it and he says I wish you wouldn't attack the populace but maybe Kingsley is thinking of you. And they're thankful but they hear what he's saying. You love that little face
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One day Kingsley went looking for his mom his mom and he couldn't find her went to one room another room and kept doing it went into your room and said is she moving when I'm moving and looked around so you finally figured out his going a little nutty and you couldn't find her and said I wonder where she went. You looked and the car wasn't there and you said she's probably getting food and so he was happy she came back later like at 9:00 PM and she smelled like alcohol and he was mad and he said you left me here alone with him and he wasn't playing me with me or nothing and you were saying hello and stuff and if you want something and he tried to pet him and he wouldn't do it so he goes I don't want him to be my friend I want youtube and she was upset 'cause he kept bothering her and you heard that son say hey when you have a friend you have a friend and he miss you and you don't tell him where you're going sometimes they understand. He looks down and says I'm not listening to him talk about you those in the room and says communicate as Lee and says come here kingsley and says I was with friends and we were drinking and having a good time and I'm sorry I left you here and he said I know what you're saying then put his head down I started crying and she said OKOK so you have to go play with him and I'll be back so she was walking around and is looking so she was walking around and is looking at her and she said ohh dear and knew what he was saying his dad was missing so we feel bad for our son and you people are very mean and you don't understand what you're doing. It's not gonna turn into an evil person on us but boy are you people meeting you're mean and you're a mean person trump and you're gonna pay for it.
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You should have seen his eyes when he was looking at her why was he upset that little dog he does it to my husband he says what's the matter with you you're fine those way comes back and Cuddles and he's better and he's a brother but really the poor guy went through a lot with them and he's missing his dad and you guys are mean to him and it's really rude you're just very rude and you're not catching what we're saying but you're gonna try a new you're gonna try and hit people a lot of them would help you and it turns out you're backstabbing them and eating people to get to the top it's gonna be over and you're not as nice as Kingsley to people. Is a sweet little dog and he doesn't eat people he doesn't like it it's not mean to other dogs and you people are mean to other people.
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Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.
Henry Morris slams his hand on the alarm, just like every other morning at 6 am. But unlike every other morning at 6 am, the middle-aged British man's hand phased through and the alarm kept going. He was glad though that he had finally gotten around to set it to automatically turn off in 5 minutes, thus letting him finish his morning routine.
Henry checked his work notifications while doing all the things he needed to do to look presentable. He may work in a cubicle, but you never know when your boss or someone else in upper management will decide to pay you a visit and he was already written up once for being unpresentable. Despite some hiccups, like the toothbrush falling on the floor and his hair simply not listening and refusing to look nice, he managed to get it all done in 15 minutes, leaving 30 to get to work. It took a bit of trial and error to get a car that he's only for 5 years he got barely used started, but then it was off to work.
Henry checked his work notifications while doing all the things he needed to do to look presentable. He may work in a cubicle, but you never know when your boss or someone else in upper management will decide to pay you a visit and he was already written up once for being unpresentable. Despite some hiccups, like the toothbrush falling on the floor and his hair simply not listening and refusing to look nice, he managed to get it all done in 15 minutes, leaving 30 to get to work. It took a bit of trial and error to get a car started, but then it was off to work.
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As weird as it was driving to work, what with all the strange looks from passersby, it was nothing compared to the sight at his workplace, Nintendo of America. With the appearance of an average office building, inside was bustling with unusual work.
"How do you delete an email?" One upper management person cluelessly asked an exhausted IT guy next to them, who let out an exasperated sigh before showing the step by step process.
"Can I get help carrying all this?" Another person called out, making a fellow low paid worker have to do something outside of the things they applied to do.
Amongst the chaos, Henry noticed a familiar face: Austin Sanders, his partner in crime. They were hired around the same time and quickly got along. They tried to meet up outside of work once, but because of how long work was all they could think of doing was sleeping together and it just sounded "too gay" for them. As a result, they only did stuff together at work. Henry went over to say hi.
"Do you think we'll get a day off to go to the funeral?" Austin told a fellow coworker by the water dispenser. All three of them laughed loudly at the thought of their higher ups approving of a non-mandated day off. The laughing slowly died down as they looked solemn.
"Seriously though," Austin said, not a hint of the smile that was just there. "I'm going to to miss Henry."
"You were close weren't you?" The coworker asked for clarification. Austin just silently nods as he gets a comforting hug.
Henry just chuckles at the absurdity of this, saying that he's right there and they could stop this horrible prank now because it was scaring him, but it's like no one could hear him. Like he hadn't said anything at all.
He decides to try to get his friend's attention. He waved his hand in front of his face, tapped on his shoulder, even attempted to shake his chair. Henry, in a last ditch effort to get his attention, lunged him... and ended up in the Wii connected to Austin's other monitor.
Jonathan was the first to scream, inciting a widespread panic.Ā The only one not running around screaming like a headless chicken was his friend Austin. The guy who's been with him through thick and thin, the ups and downs this place gave him. The person who know him best, and while his best friend was possessing the Wii in front of him, all Henry saw on his face was fear.
The good news is that it got John's attention when the Wii turned on. The bad news is that it also got everyone else's attention.Ā
Henry was in the Wii, possessing the Mii he created before he died. The monitor turned on, displaying the Mii Channel.Ā "How the-"
"I can explain," the possessed Mii said, not realizing how deep and distorted his voice got until now. "Or I can at least try."
"Ok," Austin said, stepping back and getting a bit concerned. "What did you do?" Henry stood there, explaining his whole day, not missing a detail, while the man standing just nodded.Ā
"I think you should go to wherever you live in the afterlife," Henry was told after some thinking. "I don't what that entails, but I'm sure it's not here."
"But what about you?" Austin was asked back, almost shocked by it. "You won't last long without me, will you?" John assures Henry that he'll do his best to stick around for as long as he can.Ā
Austin stayed after work hours, finishing up some things. He played around in SketchUp, making a tall bald robotic low-poly character. While they played around and chatted, someone snuck behind Austin and killed him. The Mii Henry possessed, Eteled, screamed at the sight of his friend being brutally murdered. It wasn't long before Austin's ghost possessed the 3D modeled character he made.
With some work, Austin found his way into the Wii, using his model as a Mii.Ā
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And then they kissed. The End. /jĀ
#silly gay men#wii deleted you#wdy#wdy austin#wdy henry#fanfiction#fanfic#wdy fanfic#oneshot fanfiction#oneshot fic#not original
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Morri!!! first of all, how are you???
I wanted to tell you that I started for the first time playing a solo ttprg with like the whole deal (well this one uses 2 d10 and a d6 but I added a d12 to make a scale yes/no/maybe answers bc sometimes you just gotta ask fate no?) and I look up to you a lot for all your DnD ocs so the moment I started I was like "damn, gotta tell Morri!"
anywayyyy I am playing Iron Valley which is basically a big what if Stardew Valley were a solo (or +2 people! but idk anyone irl to play ttrpgs with so I'm going solo) ttrpg?? Is not DND cause... I need friends for that I think. And it intimidated me. BUT I am having so much fun???? And since is solo there's a lot of writing down and journaling involved so is SUCH an amazing wiring exercise?? (ā hasn't written her wip since uhhhh April? yeah more or less)
would you mind if I asked you about your ocs?? I am so curious!
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CARMEN! HI!!!!!!!!
Congrats on your first ttrpg!! I've never actually played a solo one before, but that's mostly because I kind of need other people to keep me focused. (I get distracted way too easily, adkjasd.) But Iron Valley sounds so cool!! I love that you're adding your own mechanics!
And yeah!!! Playing ttrpgs is GREAT for your creativity!! My DnD characters are my current biggest source of inspiration, and they're the focus of most of my creative output right now.
(I also haven't written anything in MONTHS, so don't worry. You're not alone there. <3)
As for asking about my ocs, of COURSE you are welcome to ask!!! I'm obsessed with these ridiculous people in my head!!!!
(putting discussion about OCs under the cut, because I talk too much.)
My two current characters are Rook (half-elf swashbuckler rogue) and Asola (aasimar oath of vengeance paladin). And I adore both of them SO MUCH.
I'm obsessed with Rook to an unhealthy degree, lmao. He's the love of my life, and a complete disaster of a man. (You can find all the stuff I've posted about him on my personal blog here.) Me and my DM are currently plotting on how to absolutely ruin his life.
Our current plans include forcing him to face his intense trauma from Captain Wolf (the woman who held him prisoner for two years and tortured him), and also dealing with cursed nightmares sent by a literal demon lord. My boy is NOT going to be having a good time soon.
Asola is a little less developed, but she's growing with every session!! Just last session I realized that her oath of vengeance isn't against just one person or group, but rather against the unfairness and shittyness of life as a whole. Specifically, she takes anything that hurts the people she cares about personally.
The most recent example of this is our party's 16-year-old bard, who has a very fucked up past. At the end of last session, he was abandoned by his only real friend (who he's known for 11 years). None of the rest of the party even knew this "friend" existed, since he communicated with / lived inside Val's head. But when Sola finds out, she is going to be FURIOUS. (But not at Vallamir.)
(Sola's tag is here.)
I'm also eagerly awaiting the moment I get to use my Grand Fuck You. (Screenshots to follow.) The way I have it flavored is that Sola doesn't know she's an aasimar, and she has no control over her Radiant Consumption. Instead, it activates in times of extreme emotion, usually anger or grief. The only time it's happened in her life to date was when she found out her family had been killed. So I'm just waiting for the day that the DM does something that will break her enough for me to use this. (Also, as a fun bonus, none of the other characters know she's an aasimar either, since even she doesn't know. So it will be fun for them to find out. Especially since they might be trying to help her, but she will be burning them if they get close.)
(if you do the math, and assume I was level 20, and only rolled exactly half on the dice, that one hit would do 70 points of damage, not accounting for any weapon bonuses.)
I have another character, who I'm going to use after Rook's campaign is done. We're going to be playing Pathfinder (which I don't like, but I will survive), and my character is a fetchling witch named Morana Novak. (Her tag on my personal blog is here.)
As for other DnD ocs, I have about 20 more that are in varying stages of development, but talking about them all would require me to write a novel, lmao.
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Yes. Yes exactly.
And because Alec and Magnus are so in tune and Alec is accepting of Magnus magic, it makes it even easier to learn. Not that Magnus needs help but he can follow the intent based on Alecās expressions/mood/feelings which help him understand easier.
When Magnus is at the point where heās about confident enough in matching his noises (he plays memories of Alexander for himself to learn) and chirps at Alec for the first time, Alec pretty much flies into Magnus arms in delight because heās so happy to hear his language in Magnusā voice.
Also I have this idea that heās been learning in secret. (heās been practicing in front of both Catarina and ragnor who take turns because they can only take so much without laughing but they want to be encouraging. They have wine nights cackling about Magnus puffing up his cheeks to try and trill only to realize five minutes later heās giving himself an accent with all the extra air and panic because āheāll think I sound like an uncultured jackdaw!ā (Heās learned a lot of bird related insults from Alec)
Also I nearly choked on my water because YES!
Alec even going so far as to specifically teach Magnus the very secret commands, the one only HOTIās and high ranked clave members know because āMagnus needs to know if someone is out to get him. So he can get them first.ā
If it ever came up in legal matters with the Clave, Alecās just like āit was for a worst case scenario⦠by the way. Would someone like to explain to me why something I taught him as a safety precaution and last resort was necessary? Obviously I was worried about Circle members, so explain to me why I now need to be worried about the Clave as well?ā Or something like that and Alec is just bullshitting his way through this because he 100% Magnus because he knew other Shadowhunters or the clave would try something
I love your consular lore! I can imagine you doing all sorts of lovely things with Alecās battle commands and Magnus learning them and the consequences (not necessarily bad ones just the political and power ripples) considering Magnusā position and his knowledge etc, like thereās so many ways stuff like this can go
Also I love trying to play with animal body language in fics when theyāre shifters etc or have wings, but Alec just making instinctive bird noises in his daily life.
But also I feel like (because I just realized Clary would also be learning it and extra angelic blood or not, sheās not the best with shadowhunter instincts, just their rune powers ) Alec might just start hitting Clary with his wings for accidentally insulting or challenging him.
Some birds of prey like⦠fuck is it morris? Itās a hawk I donāt remember the full name of itās morris hawk or not
Itās HARRIS! My bad. Okay so they can do this kind of grumble/trill/purr and him with Magnus making that noise.
Also hawks also have this high pitched rasping whistling screech to scare birds and Alec just screeching at clary from his observation deck every time she tries to sneak out is pure crack to my brain.
I got to rambling laws and Iād better stop here or Iāll need a ātldrā š©µ
okay so this is a super short article and definitely isn't the best one but basically, there is a Turkish language that originated for long-range communication in the mountains of Turkey. Which I realize is random but:
this is really cool and interesting and also there sadly aren't many people left who speak it (as often is the case with older and ethnic languages and dialects since colonialism AND capitalism both stamp out culture and individualism etc)... anyways.
so perhaps nephilim have slightly different vocal cords and their version of enochian (I do have a fic planned for them being able to speak and read in an angelic language but thats different) or a demonic language is in fact, through whistle/chirp/singing noises that are both ideal for battles, but also while they're in the air since wind and movement makes it hard to decipher words (i'm looking at you house of dragon fanfics where the dragonriders can communicate just by talking (not even shouting) across DRAGONS. i'm sorry you can hear over the sound of the wind and their breathing and their wingbeats and the feel of their heartbeat that probably can be felt even through the leather of a saddle? one of my partner's (say because i'll throw them happily under the bus) has several special interests from star wars (obi-wan) to GOT/House of Dragons/TSOFAI (basically both literature and media) along with a bunch of other stuff.
so yeah. anyways. yes most things I see in RL get filtered through a 'can I make this malec' lens. most of the time its 'yes' whether I like it or not and sometimes it's 'this is garbage and not worthy of turning into malec'.
because of say loving got/house of dragons did I mentally figure out exactly how malec would exist in that universe? yes. do I feel pretty silly about it since I'm not planning on writing it? no, because I had to do something with all the trivia knowledge I learn from the background noise of Say watching lore videos and since i'm not going to waste mental time plotting without malec involved... so basically any time I see something interesting I use it as malec inspiration fodder instead
Nightshade is really mad at me (and when I say mad I mean he's upset and a little angry and the only way he knows how to deal with that is to either throw a tantrum (barking and zoomies) or sulk. Currently he is just out of reach. like, if he moved his nose it would touch my toes or I stretched my leg out (which I can't do because bad leg) I could maybe touch his ear but otherwise he's next to me but just out of reach and he's like 'see. we could be cuddling but you don't love me enough to move the laptop so... here we are. together but apart.'
i need people to understand how melodramatic this dog is. the moment I finally concede and move the laptop, he will be in my lap and 'forgive me' for my sins and the travesty of not giving him the highest priority in the lands.
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OKAY BETTER OLDER DESIGNS FUCK
I hate shoving a bunch of art into one post bc it never does well but w/e im doing it anyway</3
So! Raz and Lili are taking a more long term mission in a big city! So they have their own tiny apartment and Dogen is there too sometimes as their āman in the chairā type deal but I havenāt drawn him yet lol. As for other characters! They befriended Kitty when they were about 13-14 (was very hard they were all mean to eachother at first) because she had entered the intern program and was assigned to Cher! Now her, Lili, Frazie, and Lizzie are in a shitty mostly cover band bc I said so. Norma went very headfirst into the whole agent thing, but mostly takes up detective type missions, she just finds them more fun. Naturally Dion stuck with the circus, but Frazieās mostly doing her own thing, kinda trying to find her calling for the most part, this stresses both Dion and Norma out gjfhdk. I have design stuff for other characters like Sasha n Milla as well as some oc stuff but Iāll post those later
!Blood/light gore/needle warning under the cut! Scar backstory ish baybyy
Tumblr has been kicking my asss with this one picture so if you see it twice or smth or if u donāt see it sorry</3
I wasnāt gonna post the Dex half of this but fuck it it just might not be on the insta post fjfhdkdh

Ever think about how villains and such wouldnāt be a able to go to the hospital for major injuries and such due to just generally being villains because yeah
#this raz design is a macaw to me<3#so for the band: lili- lead vocals rhythm guitar#kitty- bass and some back up vocals#lizzie- lead guitar and some back up vocals#Frazie- drums#Morris helps them with sound stuff#my art#psychonauts#raz aquato#razputin aquato#psychonauts art#psychonauts fanart#psychonauts raz#psychonauts razputin#psychonauts older au#Iāll think of a witty name for that some day#Dex is still a villain but on the verge of being mostly not a villain#if I made this a story he would be a notable part of it as character parallels or w/e but there would be a different main antag#psychonauts ocs#psychonauts original character#norma natividad#lizzie natividad#psychonauts norma#psychonauts lizzie#psychonauts lili#lili zanotto#psychonauts frazie#frazie aquato#psychonauts dion#dion aquato
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[initial reactions] Critical Role: Bells Hells episode 49
That was such a good episode, I know that the characters were stressed being on board the sky ship, eating up time as the Apogee Solstice creeps ever forward but it was such a great moment for the characters to unwind a bit and talk. I always love their planning stuff despite how many people gripe about it on the chat and reddit, I love their thought process and the way they try to mitigate the damage they do.
I already love Laudna but IMO she was in fine form this episode, finally cracking Ashton open and getting that long awaited talk out of the way. I can see why the dynamic of Keyleth and Percy work so well in C1 and I wish its something they can show more in the animated series. *crossing fingers for season 3 of TLOVM!
It does feel like its a dynamic Taliesin and Marisha want to recreate in a different flavor with Ashton and Laudna, and they're doing so successfully. I love how Ashton and Laudna talk, and call each other's bullshit out but this episode especially, Laudna is showing off the wisdom she learned in 30 hard earned years she's lived.
Orym's also successfully reaching out to people with Dorian and I love how we're getting hints of things in EXU Prime that in their end, things are also very dicey. Opal getting dark???
I am so into that and Fearne's immediate concern is apparent. But also, Marisha knowing the details of the EXU Prime plot is so juicy!
The gang accomplished so much recruiting Ira, finally telling some more people in authority or approximate authority about how dire the situations are. Telling Pike, even though she can't do things, maybe? Possibly? Apparently, things on Tal'dorei are also very dicey, so Whitestone might have its own problems with the Ziggurat.
I'm going to heap more praise towards Laudna because of the interrogative sort of femme fatale honey pot play she did with Ira, getting Ira to talk more about it, tagged teamed with Fearne at the end.
Speaking of, Fearne is very much still ambivalent towards her parents, sure she's nice to them but as she told Nana Morri, her parents feel more like strangers than people related to her.
Also, Thank Goodness, the team's finally equipped but I need Dani to remind the cast that they still have residuum and the bracers of defense!
I feel like there's gonna be some Mad Max shenanigans that's going to happen on the Apogee Solstice, and its going to be heart pounding and epic and so great.
FCG also learned some things about himself, about how he is not alone and Devaxian also stressed how from this point on he is gifted with a chance to own his own future. A future of his own making. (A theme that will be repeated a lot!).
And then there's that moment when Imogen meets with Liliana again and, and, and I am VINDICATED!!! LILIANA IS A TRUE BELIEVER. She might even be Ludinus's real right hand and not Otohan which would be DELICIOUS.
I love that Liliana tried to get Imogen on her side and Imogen genuinely considered it because the vision she painted was tempting, for someone like Imogen who was tormented by her powers that's a siren call.
But of course, Fearne and Orym was around in the dream and they played it as silent observers instead of actively interacting with the dream space like how the others did it. It does feel like Fearne and Orym are still at heart, a unit. In a similar but different way to Laudna and Imogen. I love the talk they had about Imogen, about the possibility of Imogen turning because of her mother. Orym and Fearne will do what's necessary to stop things from happening and it's really fascinating how that will go.
Laura's face was interesting the whole time too.
And then, and then just when the group thinks its hopeless they get a possible help and distraction of the big army with Keyleth coming in, sounding exhausted and heart sick but still willing to help to put Ashari volunteers to help. I hope the group remembers to warn Keyleth about the antimagic that's going to happen.
I feel like Keyleth and the Air Ashari can act as distraction while the Bells Hells, as a strike team can go and take down the Malleus Key. Everyone in the cast looked happy at this development, except for Marisha who looked worried and had her Thinking Face on.
Near the end, Imogen talks to Orym and asked how he can go on after everyone he lost and they have a heartfelt talk. Orym tells Imogen that he believes in her but Imogen is not convinced but doesn't try to read his mind to know if this is true. Instead, at long last, after many episodes.
Imogen goes back to the room she shares with Laudna and finally talks to her. Whatever impetus it was: her fear, uncertainty, or the realization that she shares some similarities with her father and that's the reluctance to talk.
Laudna asks if Imogen is okay, and automatically, Imogen answers she is. Laudna gently tells Imogen she didn't need to lie to Laudna about 'being fine'. And so Imogen opens the conversation with admitting that she's been afraid of really talking to Laudna after she was resurrected, that she had something to tell Laudna.
Laudna asks Imogen what it is she wanted to say but Imogen hesitates and then says something about her fear and god I love how Laudna approached her talk with Imogen. I love that Laudna went about it with understanding because, of course, who more than Laudna hasn't thought what would have happened if life had been different.
Laudna had thirty years to think similar thoughts, to wish a different life than the one she had. She candidly told Ashton she made PatĆŖ so she won't lose her mind wandering alone.
But through everything Laudna lived through she is very cognizant too the reason she met Imogen and the other Bells Hells was because of who she is and became. And I think Marisha has her answer to Aabria's question from the 4 Sided Dive a long time ago -- there is a part of her that is a little grateful for Delilah or whatever patron that made her a Hollow One, that she has this powers now and ability to be spooky. Things she enjoys.
It's a little messed up and complicated.
I also love that while Laudna didn't hear Imogen's promise about how Laudna will always have a choice, Laudna unknowingly echoed back Imogen's words. Imogen has a choice. She will always have a choice and having the ability to choose is a power all its own. Its not something gods can take away.
Honestly, I love how Laudna is talking to Imogen from a place of understanding and I think more than anything, this helped Imogen solidify her grasp of why they're fighting. It's not just because its wrong and kill other people. All morally right reasons why they need to stop Ludinus and his group.
It's because every individual deserves a right to choose. And that love also means loving every part of a person, especially the weird parts of them.
Imogen might have lost her nerve to tell Laudna she loved her, loved her, romantic stylez and Laudna might slowly be waking into the part of herself that can access it. But its plain as day they love each other and I'm okay to wait on how long and slow this will cook, but also saying things like:
"I feel so comfortable and bonded with you. We transcend words in our relationship.
"You'll always have me."
"I'll always be there to support you whatever choice you make.
"You're my tether."
"That tether goes beyond this realm and this life."
C'MON. Those words are my ship Kryptonite! If I hadn't already shipped them, this would have definitely tip the scales! And I feel very well fed tonight!
God I love them. I love the Bells Hells.
#critical role spoilers#cr spoilers#critical role#critical role c3 spoilers#bells hells#imogen temult#laudna#fearne calloway#orym of the air ashari#ashton greymoore#chetney pock oāpea#ship: laudna x imogen#ship: imogen x laudna#ship: southern gothic#imodna#southern gothic#cr 3x49#long post
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May 24 - Dracula 2023
Via Discord
Lucy: MINA. MINA WHAT IS HAPPENING.
Mina: Are you okay?!
Lucy: I mean. Yes. But. Also no? I canāt.
Mina: Lucy, you need to slow down and tell me what happened.
Lucy: THREE PROPOSALS HAPPENED, MINA.
Mina: Wait, like⦠marriage proposals?
Lucy: YES.
Mina: ⦠Okay, I need to hear the whole story. Oh! I bet I know two of them.
Lucy: Oh, you think so, hmm? Okay, what are your guesses?
Mina: That man you were talking about being in love with, and the doctor who was saying weird stuff about you being an interesting psych study. That sounds like awkward guy-ese for āI want to get to know you better.ā
Lucy: Clever. Yes! I canāt believe it! Itās wonderful! But also terrible, because I had to disappoint two of them⦠Oh, but donāt tell anyone! You know how some of the girls can be. Theyād be expecting six proposals as soon as they got home.
Mina: Of course I wonāt say anything. So, give me all the gory details.
Lucy: Okay, well⦠You canāt tell anyone. Absolutely not a single soul except for Jonathan, because you tell him everything. I know I would do the same, so thatās completely fine. But you and him canāt tell anyone. Okay?
Mina: Lucy. I promise on my honor and very soul that I wonāt speak a word of this to anyone except Jonathan. I swear.
Lucy: All right⦠I trust you. So, the first one was just as you said ā Dr. Seward, from the Asylum. He played at being calm, but it was obvious how nervous he was. He was playing with a lancet of all things, Mina. I mean, theyāre so tiny that I donāt think they can do horrendous harm, but anything sharp like that still makes me nervous.
Mina: Wow. I expect a little more responsibility from a doctor.
Lucy: Thatās probably just how nervous he was. He told me that, while we hadnāt known each other long, he truly cared about me and wanted me to be part of his life. He stopped quickly, because I had started crying ā I couldnāt help myself! He seemed so earnest, and you know how I feel about Arthur.
Mina: Yes, of course.
Lucy: He asked if we could potentially see each other at least, see where things go, but all I could do was shake my head. I think he got the idea; he asked if I was taken, and I nodded.
Mina: Did he get weird about it?
Lucy: He was so nice about it. He did his best to smile and took my hands, and told me very seriously that he hoped I would have all the happiness in the world, and heād be proud to call himself my friend if I needed one.
Lucy: Mina, even if it turns out we never see each other again, it means so much that he responded like that. I know thatās probably what the actual outcome will be, but still. I hope we can be friends. Even though Iām happy, I feel terrible, too. Itās so obvious he was heartbroken.
Mina: Oh, sweetheartā¦
Lucy: Yeah⦠Oh, Iāll be back soon, Arthurās here.
Mina: Go on, let him cheer you up. :)
[Later]
Lucy: Iām back!
Mina: You seem like youāre in better spirits. :)
Lucy: I am. Arthur has that effect. :D
Lucy: SO!
Mina: SO! Tell me about suitor #2.
Lucy: Suitor number 2 would be Mr. Quincey P. Morris. Heās an American from Texas, and I swear he canāt be any older the I am, but heās apparently been quite the traveler in that time. Apparently heās had quite a few adventures, too ā if a girl were looking for the strong protector type, heād be it. He has manners worthy of meeting the Queen⦠or King now, I suppose, strange thought as it is⦠but he realized pretty early on that it made me laugh when heād go full Texas., so he presented his case with⦠and I need to quote here, because it is amazing:
Lucy: āMiss Lucy, I know I aināt good enough for ya⦠though I suppose if you were to wait for someone to match up to you, youād be waitinā ātil judgment day. Wonāt you just hitch up alongside of me and let us go down the long road together, driving in double harness?ā
Mina: omg
Lucy: Right? I didnāt take him seriously at first, so he was a little easier to refuse. I joked back that āOh dear, I just donāt know anything about hitching, nor am I broken to harnessā¦ā Needless to say in the poshest way I could come up with to respond.
Mina: Thatās the only way to do it.
Lucy: Exactly. But he said that he was worried Iād take it as a jest if he went too lighthearted, and started pouring his heart and soul out at my feet. I used to think he was all light-hearted, but this definitely was all seriousness. He seemed to come to the same point Dr. Seward did, and asked if I was actually in love with someone else, and I admitted I was again. He was really sweet about it, too, promising his friendship.
Mina: Oh, thatās lovely. I hope they stick to that promise.
Lucy: Well, I know heās a friend of Arthurās for sure, so I suppose Iām more likely to see him again to make it true. Either way, he took my hands and assured me that we were friends, and that heād rather be late for me than on time for any other girl in the world. And that if the person who I love doesnāt end up seeing what he has, heād have to deal with him.
Mina: So he got a little weird about it.
Lucy: A little weird, but it was in a sweet way, not an āI am worried Iām going to find him creeping around outside my windowā way.
Mina: Well, thatās good.
Lucy: As for the third ā do I really need to tell you? As soon as he came in, his arms were around me and we were kissing before I knew it. FINALLY.
Mina: Oh, thank goodness. I thought he was never going to actually say the words.
Lucy: I was worried I was imagining things! Heās pretty reserved at times, so I suppose I understand. Iām just glad everythingās settled.
Mina: You keep good company. <3
Lucy: Iām fortunate to have such good company, including you. Speaking of lovers, though, any word from Jonathan?
Mina: ⦠Kind of. Mr. Hawkins apparently received all the real estate documents a couple of weeks ago, and I got something from Jonathan a few days ago.
Lucy: Oh good! Did he finally get some reception and say when heāll be back
Mina: No. It was snail mail of all things. It was snail mail of all things. He wrote Mr. Hawkins, too, the same way. You know how descriptive Jonathan can be and he just⦠he wrote like a robot, Lucy.
Lucy: That is weird. Jonathan can be⦠a lot. Mechanical doesnāt seem like his style.
Mina: Exactly. Heās staying in an old castle in the countryside, and heās not describing everything about it and the surrounding area and interesting trees around. Itās weird.
Lucy: Maybe he was busy and didnāt have much time?
Mina: Maybe, but his work should be done, right? The paperwork is back. Did his client decide to take advantage of him and get him to do a bunch of other work while heās handy? And he said he has to stay for a whole additional month!
Lucy: A month!
Mina: Yeah⦠I canāt say Iām happy about it. If itās something he needs to do, it is what it is, but⦠I donāt know. It doesnāt feel right.
Lucy: Oh, Mina⦠Itāll be okay. Iām sure his client was just impressed with how awesome he was at his job and started getting him to arrange the move.
Mina: Yeah⦠Youāre probably right. Itās late, I need to get to bed.
Lucy: Okay. Sleep well. Try not to worry too much.
Mina: I will. And⦠CONGRATULATIONS! :D
Lucy: Thank you! <3
(Author's note forthcoming in another post. This one was a beast.)
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Crutchie Morris Likes Taking Care of Himself
just some Crutchie
tw for slight transphobia, in my mind she doesn't mean it as hostile just confused
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"Charlie!" A girl from science approached Crutchie as he was packing up to move on to his next class.
"Hi...?"
I've never seen this girl in my life-
"Amelia. I'm new." The girl was swaying from side to side, her skirt making a gentle swishing sound. Crutchie chose to focus on that instead of how this new girl knew his God-given name.
"Oh. Nice. Do you need directions or something?" To the point. Straight directly no detours to the point.
"Oh, no! Jessica's taking me to my classes! I was just wondering if you wanted help getting your stuff gathered up?"
Crutchie had to physically restrain himself from rolling his eyes. "No, I'm actually good. Thanks, though."
"Of course!" The bright-smiling girl walked off in the other direction, leaving Crutchie and his singular flimsy folder to pack up and leave.
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"Hi Charlie!" Amelia. Again.
"Hi again."
Like, very again, Crutchie thought. Amelia had been making frequent appearances.
"How are you?"
"Fine. You?"
"I'm great!"
Crutchie stopped at his locker and began pulling things out and placing them in his bag. Notebook, pen, textbook...
"Here, let me hold that for you!" Amelia offered, tossing her hair over her shoulder and making a grab for the bag.
"No, I can do it."
"Okay. I just thought you might want help."
"Uh-huh."
"See you in science!"
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Amelia was on her way over to the table where Crutchie was in the process of seating himself in the lunch room.
"Charlie-"
"No, I don't want your fucking help, Amelia. I can do it just fine on my own, always have. I don't need you to come along and think you're saving the day or being a good person or whatever just because you're friends with the crippled kid."
Amelia's voice was small as she replied, "You really shouldn't say that word-"
"Wrong." Crutchie said. "You shouldn't say that word. I can say it whenever the fuck I want."
A silence hung between them for a few moments before Amelia spoke again.
"I wasn't gonna... offer help. I just wanted to ask you something."
"Oh. Well, sorry."
"Don't be! I forgive you! Anyways, your friend Josie-"
"JoJo?"
"Well, sure, she said-"
"He said."
"Oh. A transgender. Uh, anyways, she said that you might maybe interested in going on a date with me if I were to ask?"
"Are you gonna ask?"
Crutchie prepared his 'I don't do relationships' speech in his head.
"Do you want to go on a date with me?" Amelia smiled.
"No."
Amelia stood in stunned silence for a moment before picking back up.
"Why not?"
"Because as I have expressed on many occasions I am capable of and want to be on my own."
"But I won't be overbearing or anything!"
"I do not experience romantic nor sexual attraction and I would appreciate if you would respect that and back off."
"Oh. Oh, that's so sad! What happened?"
"Cupid shot me with the wrong arrow so now I can't love."
Crutchie looked her in the eyes as if he was dead serious (he was, but that bit was supposed to be a joke).
"You can't love at all?"
Well, okay.
"I love food, and I love my friends."
"But that isn't the same, is it?"
"It's how I am. I don't love the way you want me to. Sorry."
"Well, I bet-"
"Nothing's gonna fix me. If I change, I change."
"But-"
"Kindly, fuck off. I'm kinda done. I'm not a fucking pity project. Also, JoJo is a boy, please treat him as such. Maybe go offer him your help, he's a fucking psycho apparently. Thought I'd go out with you."
Amelia said nothing as she ran off in the other direction. Crutchie settled in his seat and began unwrapping his sandwich.
"A fucking psycho, huh?"
JoJo appeared behind Crutchie, making him jump.
"Sick in the head." Crutchie confirmed after seeing the smile on JoJo's face.
"Good to know. Can I have your Twinkie?"
"You really are nuts." Crutchie laughed.
"No I'm not! I'm tits, actually." JoJo bit the inside of his lip to keep himself from laughing.
"Oh, don't worry, I know. You make a point of reminding all of us every time you get the shit beat out of you for it and then some."
"Oh, fuck you." JoJo stuck his tongue out at Crutchie.
"Love you too, Jo."
Spot Conlon Likes Idiots
Inspired by @lithuaniaseye 's post here
606 words
Farm kid Race written by actual farm kid Albert (hi)
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It wasn't news that Race was a farm kid.Ā
Race was theĀ ultimateĀ Ā farm kid. He was tall, and skinny, and appeared to have no muscle at all, but he could toss you over a fence like a hay bale. He wore Twisted X shoes and faded boot cut jeans and shirts with American flags and guns on them. He carried his pocket knife around religiously, constantly fiddling with it like it was a toy. He could ride a horse, and he could try (and fail) to ride a bull in a rodeo.Ā
He was also really gay, though, and those two things happened to not go very well together.Ā
Not necessarily because of hate, although sometimes that did occur.
Mostly, being a gay farm boy was a problem for Race because he had a tendency to flirt with his farmer-ness.Ā
"It's gonna work this time, Jack." Race said certainly.Ā
"You look like you're gonna go kick his ass. Which you couldn't do, by the way. Spot's like, ten times stronger than you." Jack replied.Ā
"I just want to ask him to come to the rodeo with us, is it really that bad?"
"What's bad is that Spot's a city kid, and you ain't, and you dress like all those homophobic shitheads over there while Spot's openly bi. Do you understand what's gonna go through his head, Racer?"
"Do you want me to paint my nails or some bullshit? I don't gotta 'look gay,' whatever that means."
"Actually. I'm gonna make a bet with you here. You're gonna ask him out, to the rodeo. If he says no, youĀ areĀ Ā going to paint your nails. If he says yes, which he won't, then I will. Left on for a week. Deal?"
"No deal. If you paint your nails when ya lose, nobody will notice. You are the most obviously queer person in this room right now. If you lose, you're gonna wear my clothes for a week."
"I ain't losing, so. Sure thing."
The two boys shook on it. Race took a breath and turned to go, but...
"Oh yeah, I forgot." Race plucked a barley stalk out of the ground and stuck it in his mouth like-
"One of them damn buckle bunnies, that's what you look like right now. You look like an idiot." Jack was not having it.Ā
"Do ya think Spot likes idiots?" Race asked absentmindedly, staring at Spot.Ā
"You moron. Go, get it over with."
So Race marched up to Spot, loud and proud.Ā
"Hey."
"You know, I'm just trying to have a good time, I don't need any of your bullshit today." Spot said roughly.
"I was wondering if- wait what?" Race stopped.
"So I'm bi? Deal with it."
"Ohh darn, Jack was right."
"Kelly?"
"Yeah, Kelly. He said you was gonna think that- never mind, I ain't here to bully ya or anything."
"Okay, well? What do you want, then?"
"I'm gay."
Spot looked Race up and down, then scoffed.Ā
"Uh-huh."
"For reals."
"Alright. Good to know, bye." Spot took a step away, but Race caught him by the arm and turned him back.Ā
"I was wondering," Race said slowly, "If maybe you would want to go to the rodeo with me tonight? Like, as a date?"
Spot pulled his arm away from Race, and Race worried for a second that he was gonna walk away with a split lip or a black eye.Ā
"Sure thing. Let me text my Ma and let her know I'll be out late, yeah?"
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"How do you wear this shit?" Jack asked the next day, standing before Race's full-length mirror.Ā
"Cause I like it. And now you have to deal with it for a whole week. Enjoy! I gotta go pick Spot up for school."
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THE END
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hi its the author I just realized y'all city ppl probs actually don't know what a buckle bunny is so where I come from we use it to describe someone who dresses like this, or basically like anyone who looks like a fake country person. The whole wheat in the mouth thing doesn't actually happen all that often which is why it tends to fall under the buckle bunny label.
Also, I used barley instead of wheat in this for me being a farm kid purposes so
#NO SHIPS LOL#aroace crutchie#his real name is charlie#excuse me if I have anything wrong I am not myself physically disabled nor aro so like tell me if I could word it better please#Jojo de la guerrs#trans jojo#newsies#newsies live#newsies farm kid AU#written by a farm kid.
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what are your takes on the intern's projections [as in the ability]
I was really hoping you meant clairvoyance because I forgot about mental projection as an ability because I didn't know what an archetype was when playing the game so I forgot about it.
So with my quick research of different kinds of archetypes, I can give what I think they would be, though I won't draw them because I don't have a single idea on what they would look like (obviously similar to the creator but the style of each would be different).
First off, since Raz is an intern, I think his archetype is the Jester and Innocent mashed together. Bringing joy and humor to the world while also showing optimism and youth (even more so than Raz himself). Maybe even a bit of the Hero when he grows up and makes his archetype again (I don't know if the archetype will also change or if he will have two different archetypes, but he definitely will have a Hero archetype at some point).
Norma would probably be the Ruler, trying to make order from chaos and keeps a stern and controlling environment. I can see her archetype being very rigid both in style (like all straight lines) and in material (like cardboard or very thick paper). When the archetype dies it bursts into flames.
Lizzie I feel like he would be the Rebel or the Magician. I don't know why the Magician, maybe because Morris said they can play an instrument or at least can DJ, and I can see Lizzie having an archetype to help make music feel special and turning dreams of music into reality. Also like, Lizzie is really good at making stories and doing improve I feel, so imagine him writing with his archetype creative stories.
The Rebel is a bit more standard with it being very rebellious in nature already (like when it ate one of the olives that was soaking in alcohol) but the archetype would be more on the side of questioning everything. This would be the archetype that Lizzie uses when it wants to get information and ideas on creative ways to get around the rules.
I can see both being made up of scratchy lines art-wise, kinda like how death metal band logos look, but the material would be different for both. The Magician would be made of music paper, and would drop little music notes with an instrument sound being done for each not that falls when it dies (I can heart piano or guitar strums in my head). But the Rebel would be made of ripped fabric with threads coming out of the edges. When that one dies it would probably unravel into a pile of threads before disappearing.
Morris I can see as either the Creator or the Magician. The Creator because he seems like the type to want "build things of enduring meaning and value" along with being very creative and innovative. The Magician because he is visionary and wanting to create dreams into reality. Both of these would help him with creating things, both for his radio show and for physical things out of psychic energy.
I see both his archetypes as being colorful, unlike most other ones that are just black and white/monochrome. Though I feel like both would be very unnatural colors (even for Psychonaut standards, more like psychedelic and contrasting colors). The Creator would be warmer colors and very high contrast while the Magician would be more cooler colors with only some contrast but also a single highlight/accent color of a warmer color.
I don't know what the two would be made out of, maybe something like colored construction paper or something like origami paper. Maybe even like tissue paper, it would be very delicate but I can see it working for Morris.
Style-wise I see his archetypes being very round and smooth in nature, like cartoons. Similar to Doodle Raz but also more blocked in when it comes to the coloring (along with them having different colors). Thicker lines and stuff like that.
When destroyed I can see them both as crumpling into balls. The tissue paper one would crumple into dust. But also I don't think that would be the end of them. They would have a second life kinda thing where they roll around as the crumpled ball or the tissue paper dust/scraps makes a kind of smoke screen or image to confuse enemies/people.
Adam I see as the Caregiver or the Explorer. He seems like the kind of person that would love to explore and learn new things, but also take care of those around himself. The Explorer would be used to get to hard to reach places while the Caregiver would help carry stuff or take care of someone that yo met.
I can see the Explorer being made out of papyrus paper (or just regular parchment paper if the environment is too wet/damp) while the Caregiver is made out of medical tape/gauze, allowing it to be very stretchy and not easily killed.
Style wise I see the two being very messy but in an orderly way. I don't know how to explain it but like, very scribbly but it makes clear lines for an image. Not chicken-scratch lines that are very pointed, but more like those "don't raise you pen"/one-line drawings. Just not as abstract.
When they die I can see the Caregiver rolling up into a cylinder and disappearing. Depending on the material the Explorer is made up of determines how it dies. If papyrus then it curls in on itself but crumbles while doing so. If parchment paper it folds or rolls hotdog style (so from one arm to the other, not from head to feet) and then fall to the side and disappear.
Sam would be either the Everyman or the Sage. Xe gives a lot of good advice during the game to Raz and seems like a very down-to-earth kind of person. I also love how supportive ze is, or is implied to be. But she also tends to want to be accepted and belong with people, especially if her family wasn't super supportive because of the Boole's history with exploding heads. Sam doesn't seem like zey has a a good family life with their parents so wanting to help heal people by being supportive or a mentor is probably a way that they cope.
But anyway, I see both of them as being super similar in style and in material. Both being made of some kind of animal-like products like leather for the Everyman or silk for the Sage. The style for both would probably be very distorted, showing that even though these archetypes are trying to help others, they can't fully represent Sam because they are disconnected from themself.
I can see both of these archetypes helping Sam heal himself over time slowly. Whenever they are out they help others around Sam but also give him some quick advice to think on whenever they leave.
Dying-wise, I can see these two not being very easy to kill off. Probably the strongest archetypes out of the interns. But Sam doesn't summon them often, at least not in battle. They leave on their own terms and don't like to fight, rather they would like to heal and advise or help out. If they do somehow die, they will look like bites are being taken out of them, like how moths eat these materials but the moths are not seen.
And finally, for Gisu I see her as being the Explorer or the Lover. She is very adventurous and also a person who loves the idea of love. She would be wanting to create romance or intimate moments (even if they are just platonic love) with people while also exploring all kinds risks and trying new experiences (which also goes into the Lover I feel, of trying new things and finding new passions in risk and exploration).
The Explorer would be made of grip tape (with maybe a sticky side, but if no sticky side then it's basically just sandpaper). The style would be graffiti art with drips and all that. Maybe if there is a sticky side that side has a Gisu made of rocks/colored sand to show the adventurer side (but also becomes disfigured and hard to see properly when out for too long).
The Lover would be made of tree bark, really thin tree bark. Something similar to paperback maple or birch bark. The style would be like wood engraving or like a knife marking that people use to make the heart and their initials, that kind of style.
When dying I see the Explorer as ripping from the top to the bottom into strips and floating away. The Lover would break in half (like how hearts break in half) and then the two pieces fall in opposite directions. You can probably upgrade the Lover to explode into splinters lol, though it wouldn't be used in fights as much as the Explorer would.
So yeah, that's what I think of the intern's archetypes/projections. Don't know if I did this right since that whole power always confused me haha.
#psychonauts#norma natividad#lizzie natividad#morris martinez#razputin aquato#sam boole#gisu nerumen#adam joseph gette#noart#eritalks#asks#funny how n/orma is the only one that is short#other than r/az but that's because we already know his#i just can't see n/orma having any other archetype#at least not from the list i was using#she might get another one later on though#when she grows up a bit and matures#idk
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