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wardenparker · 2 years

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The Complete Idiot’s Guide to Dating Your Ex - ch 1

Marcus Pike x female reader Co-written with @absurdthirst

When Marcus unexpectedly runs into his ex-wife he is plunged into a world of complications where rekindled attraction and deep-seated insecurities reign. Unfortunately for him, it is also a world wherehis ex-wife is not the only ‘ex’ around, as a new case crosses his desk that will require all hands on deck. ✨💖Inspired by and based upon absurdthirst’s Tequila💖✨

Rating: G but this blog is Always 18+! Word Count: 4.2k Warnings: Mentions of: divorce, collegiate Greek life, underage drinking, food/alcohol consumption. Summary: Going to pick up his date from her office turns into a rollercoaster night for our dear Marcus Pike. Notes: Welcome to a brand new series and hang on for the ride! This should be a fun one, and Keri and I are really excited to spend time with Marcus once again.

Marcus hums as he searches for a parking spot. The building was off the Mall, a few streets over and it meant that he wasn't going to have to fight for a spot from overeager tourists who didn't realize how big their rental van was. Not that he begrudged anyone coming to the capitol to tour some of the amazing museums and monuments. He encouraged it, but the heavy summer travel traffic had given way to fall and he was enjoying the cooler temperatures. His stomach flutters slightly, not as much as it has from other women, but he tells himself that it's just because this is only the fifth one. He's trying to take things slow, although he doesn't know how sleeping together on the second date counted as slow. Maybe because he wasn't already planning out his future with the pretty restoration technician. He parks and hops out of his car, ready to pick her up from work since her own caar was in the shop. Reservations for Ambar were already set for seven o'clock and he was looking forward to sharing a bottle of wine and learning more about Silvia.

The FBI badge still pinned to his jacket means most people let him go by easily, with only security asking him to stop to check that his clearance is, in fact, authentic. The restoration labs are on the lower levels of the building with the offices above, and the large bullpen-style office full of conservationists that work specifically on photographs is on the second floor. He knows the building roughly at this point, mainly knowing Silvia's directions on how to get from the front door up to her desk in the second-floor photo office. She's been staring at the clock for the last half hour, intentionally a little overdressed for work so that they could go someplace nice for date number five.

She really, really likes Marcus and has been telling her little trio of work girls about him since the beginning, but doesn't have the same relationship experience he does since she's a few years younger. She's taking her boss's advice though - since Silvia adores her boss - and taking things slow. Not rushing into things is key, she's been told. Silvia sighs, glancing at the clock again right before the pebbled glass doors to the bullpen open.

"Hey you!" She calls out, waving enthusiastically. There's no one else in the office now so she can be as excited as she likes.

"Hey." His smile is easy, making the dimple in his cheek show as he puts a little bit of hustle in his step to reach with short statured brunette and give her a hug and a kiss on the cheek. Slow, he reminds himself. Moving too fast has resulted in a failed marriage and a failed engagement as well as plenty of relationships in between. "Are you ready?" He asks as he pulls back to smile at her again.

"Yeah, just let me send this e-mail and we can get going." She nods and sits down again quickly to type out two more sentences before hitting send. When she pops up again and grabs her purse the sound of commotion comes from behind a closed door on the other end of the bullpen. "Oh!" Silvia grins and motions toward the door in question. "You should meet my boss while you're here! She's awesome. Best bar trivia teammate ever."

Meeting Silvia's boss wasn't high on his list of things to do for the night, but he was always agreeable on small things like this. Plus, it was good to know the boss in case he ever needed a favor. Cultivating friendships and contacts was important now that he was running the Art Crimes division as a whole. "Sure. Lead the way."

"She's great," Silvia promises, leading him across the bullpen before knocking twice and pushing open the door. The brass name plate glints in the stagnant office light but he doesn't notice the name on it. "Hey," Silvia hums, sticking her head inside. "I'm headed out, but I thought I'd introduce you to Marcus before we leave. He'd make a great addition to our trivia team, ya know." It's about the sixth time she's told her boss that, but that's okay. She's just excited.

Marcus was expecting a woman, he was sure that Silvia mentioned her boss several times, but to be honest - he hadn't been able to keep up. She had a tendency to jump from subject to subject that made it difficult to actually understand what she was talking about. He hears a wooden creak as the boss gets out of her chair and rounds the desk. He plasters a friendly smile on his face and starts to extend his hand. "Nice to mee—” his words die in his throat as he comes face to face with the last person he had ever expected to see.

His ex-wife.

"Marcus?" You freeze on the spot, the polite smile that had previously been painted across your face replaced with complete shock. In a split second it's like you're back in the Kappa Sigma house while the dreamiest sophomore in the world makes fun of your cheap ass margarita to the tune of some god-awful party playlist made by one of his brothers. You almost feel like you can't swallow, so taken aback at the sight of him that your jaw may as well have hit the floor.

He sees you in the Chi Omega t-shirt, pulled tight over your breasts and your head thrown back as you laugh at his jokes. Looking at him like he's the only man in the world. In this split second he can feel the weight of the cheap wedding band he had worn proudly on his finger as he whispers your name. "I— what are you doing here?" He asks in shock.

"You're standing in my office," you remind him, amusement creeping into your voice as you start to feel a little relieved that he's as surprised as you are.

"You guys know each other?" Silvia is standing beside him still, looking between the two of you in honest confusion until a thought seems to dawn on her that makes her smile. "Hey, Pike and Pike. I never put that together before. Are you like...cousins or something?"

Marcus's eyes widen slightly as he turns to Silvia, completely forgetting that she was there for a moment and now thrown back into the very awkward reality of the situation. "Uhhh," he shuffles slightly and braces his hands on his hips as he absorbs the information that you had not changed your name back to your maiden name. "Doctor Pike huh?" He sees the doctorate proudly displayed behind you. "That's— that's great."

"Yeah...it, uh...it took a while. But it was worth the work." Shifting awkwardly from one foot to another, you look back at Silvia with a pit swirling in your stomach, and the wall of realization that hits you is far less innocent than the one that just hit her. "Th-this is who you've been seeing?" You ask, eyebrows raised in a way that just begs her to say 'no'.

"Yup!" But Silvia doesn't seem to be reading the room at all, and she nods happily while reaching for Marcus's hand. "This is what, babe...date six?"

Hearing her call him babe almost makes you sick, but you manage to barely hold onto your composure. Silvia's a hard worker and a kind person who has been a good friend in the time since she was hired. She's sweet and deserves to be happy. You just desperately wish she wasn't off being happy with your ex-husband of all people.

It seems wrong to hold Silvia's hand but he doesn't resist. Instead, he gives her a weaker than normal smile and looks back at you in abject horror, as if he's been caught cheating. Although the divorce papers that he had in his files at home would beg to differ. "Uh, you talk about me to your boss?" He asks, terrified over what she might have said since they have been sleeping together.

"Of course," Silvia laughs like it's not a big deal. "I told you; I tell my girls everything."

You cringe internally, wishing you could just disappear into the floor at this point. When Silvia says everything, she means it. "We...we've been friends for a little bit..." you tell Marcus. It had happened kind of by accident, but it was nice to have friends at the office. Of course, now you'll have to avoid socializing with her outside of work like the plague, just to avoid running into Marcus randomly.

Silvia shines a sunny smile on Marcus. "So...are you guys related? It's so weird I never noticed the last name thing before."

“I— uh—” he flounders like a fish out of water for an answer and immediately looks to you to see if you will step in and explain. The idea that she had shared fucking him with you nearly makes him want to melt through the floor although you know firsthand what he’s like in bed. Fuck, you had taught him plenty about what women liked. “So, about that, uh, it’s kind of a funny story.” He chuckles weakly. “We’re not related…anymore.” It’s wrong, it’s so wrong but he can’t help but think that Silvia isn’t the brightest crayon in the box for not picking up on the same damn last name. It’s not like Pike is common.

"We're divorced." The kindest thing you can do is just get it out in the open, instead of letting yourself and Marcus wither away in the awkwardness. Maybe it comes out a little more harshly than you meant it to, but only because you're trying not to squawk or get emotional over it. Over him. Fuck he looks good... Nope, don't let yourself go there.

"You're...?" Silvia nearly hiccups, her small eyes blowing wide as she looks between the two of you. "I...I didn't know you were married."

"It was a long time ago," you murmur, desperately wishing you were one of those people who kept a bottle of liquor in your office.

“I told you that I had been married before.” Marcus defends himself, oddly hurt that you kept his name but people didn’t know you had been married. Apparently, the divorce hadn’t been as friendly as he had thought, especially considering he hadn’t wanted it. “I—” he looks over at you, reminded of how fucking beautiful you are before he looks away, over to Silvia. “We got married in college. Divorced three years later.”

"Oh...god, I—I had no idea that..." Reality seems to finally catch up to Silvia and she tries for a joke even as she cringes. "I mean, you've got great taste."

At this point, Marcus isn’t quite sure who Silvia is talking to, but he needs to get out of this room. “We have reservations at seven, so we need to go.” He offers quietly.

"Right." Silvia smiles again, looking up at Marcus and giving his hand a happy squeeze. "Well...I'll see you tomorrow." She tells you, obviously just as glad to get out of the awkward bubble of suffocation that is your office as Marcus is.

"Yeah..." You nod, but it's stilted and awkward. "Tomorrow." For tonight...you'll be going home to drink a bottle of wine alone on your couch.

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"—'m sorry, it's weird right?" Marcus looks up from the glass of Pinot Noir to find Silvia shaking her head and looking almost panicked as her words rush out. He shakes his head, a little ashamed that he hasn't been paying attention to his date. His preoccupation with his ex-wife living in D.C. and apparently working as a director at the Smithsonian was all he could think about. All while studiously avoiding the thought that you looked amazing – just like you had the day you had moved out of your shared apartment the morning after the divorce. "I'm sorry." He shakes his head and gives her a smile that is meant to be charming but probably falls slightly flat. "Could you repeat that?"

“I said it’s weird.” Silvia repeats, sinking in her chair a little bit like he’s just confirmed everything she was saying. Marcus has been completely different tonight - distant and awkward and inattentive. She knows why, of course. She isn’t stupid, despite what she knows other people say behind her back. “She’s my boss, and hopefully still my friend, and I like you but there’s a lot of history here that I’m just not comfortable being in the middle of.” Silvia sighs slightly, leaning her elbows on the crisp tablecloth between them. “Maybe it’s best if we just end things here?”

“Hey—” Marcus immediately feels guilty, reaching out and touching the back of her hand. “I’m sorry, I’ve been horrible tonight. I am just— surprised.” He settles on that and watches her closely. It’s not her fault, he’s been perfectly happy with his dinner date with her up until an hour ago.

“And I get that.” She nods, not pulling away from him but also not returning the gesture of comfort. “It’s not like I’ve never been through a breakup. But…” she blows out a breath, heavy and loaded. “Let me ask you this. Why did you get divorced?”

“Nothing bad.” He’s quick to assure her, not wanting her to think there was ever anything acrimonious between you and him. “We just— we got married too young.” He sighs softly, remembering the pain both of you had felt when you realized that you were both on very different pages for what was the plan over the next ten years. “So we decided the smartest think we could do was divorce.” He chuckles. “Nicest divorce ever.”

“God, you’re so nice,” she groans, laughing despite herself. She’s not laughing at him, but at the situation on the whole. How incredibly weird it is. “So…nicest divorce ever but you didn’t keep touch?”

Marcus frowns slightly, shrugging his shoulders. The truth was, he hadn’t wanted to see where you ended up, it was too painful. “We just…lost contact.” He settles on that finally. “I decided to join the FBI.”

“And she went to grad school.” Silvia knows your career path. She’s looked up to you since you were a guest lecturer at George Washington University in her undergrad years. Granted that wasn’t so long ago - and maybe the fact that Marcus is nearly ten years her senior is part of what’s making her feel like an awkward kid caught between parents right now. “Look…I just…I don’t want anything to get awkward or uncomfortable because of me being friends with your ex-wife, and…if I’m honest, it already feels pretty awkward.”

Marcus sighs, pulling his hand away and his shoulders slump slightly. Fucking ironic, the relationship that he wasn’t rushing into, he was getting dumped. “I understand.” The food is barely touched in front of the two of you and he motions to the waiter, asking for to go boxes and the check. “At least you can take dinner home.” He jokes weakly.

“I’m sorry.” She is. Honestly, truly sorry. But it’s better that this is discovered now when they’re barely anything to each other than in six months when she’s had a chance to develop feelings. “At least let me pay for dinner. It’s the least I can do, since I’m the one…ya know…breaking things off.”

“No.” Marcus shakes his head and reaches for his wallet. “Don’t worry about that.” He’s not going to hold a grudge or have any hard feelings. In fact, he’s a little relieved as he shoots her a small smile. “My treat. Last time.”

“You’re a really great guy, Marcus.” Whether it hurts or helps, Silvia is at least going to tell the truth. “This is just a super weird coincidence. That’s all.”

“Well, it will be something you can awkwardly joke about later on.” Marcus tells her as he hands the bill to the waiter with his credit card inside and reaches for his wine glass.

“Maybe.” She hesitates before doing it, eventually reaching out to grasp his hand for just a brief moment when the waiter places her to-go box in front of her. “It’s been really great to know you, Marcus,” she murmurs, continuing the streak of awkwardness by smiling and silently walking out of the restaurant.

Marcus sighs and finishes his wine before the waiter brings back the credit card slip to sign. Maybe this was for the best he tells himself as he takes his own box and gets up so they can clear the table. Obviously it wasn’t ideal to date her when she works for you.

****** The fact that you got shit sleep last night is really your own fault. A bottle of wine and an entire bag of tortilla chips with guacamole is not dinner by any stretch of the imagination but you just couldn't get yourself to eat anything substantial. It had been snacking and getting steadily drunker while you tried desperately not to think about Marcus, culminating in an extremely ill-advised viewing of Casablanca whilst wine drunk and digging through the remainder of the chocolates your sister sent you from her last trip to the Godiva outlet. This morning you're tired and hungover, glad to have nothing to do but paperwork and a little office organization that you've chosen not to pawn off on the new intern. Doing it yourself from time to time so the interns can get more hands-on time in research suits everyone nicely. Having already had a cup of coffee in order to even get out of bed this morning, you didn't stop for your usual venti soy pumpkin white mocha and you're regretting it, just wishing you had that little treat to pick yourself up when the weight of your own shoulders seems heavier than normal.

Silvia is nervous as she walks into the office, depositing her purse at her desk and deciding that she would stop in the break room before she talks to you. This is very convoluted - despite the insistence that things are okay, she wants to clear the air. Your regular coffee mug is in the drying rack, so she makes you a cup of coffee before carrying hers and yours to the door that proudly displays Dr. Pike, Director on the brass nameplate.

"Come in." Even though the knock is hesitant, you still hear it, and you pull yourself away from hard-staring into the void just in time to see Silvia poke her head in the door. Ah, shit. It's not that you don't want to see her - she's hard working and very sweet and honestly you like spending time with her outside work most of the time - but today it's just...it's fucking awkward. "Morning, Sil," you murmur, trying for a smile.

“I—I brought you a cup of coffee.” She offers, holding up the mug that is still steaming. “And I—I was wondering if I could, uh, talk to you. About yesterday.”

"Thanks." Nodding as you accept your Bat-Symbol coffee mug, you swallow a sigh and sit down behind your desk. Silvia moves easily, shutting your office door and leaning on the edge of the heavy wooden piece of furniture you sit behind for at least a few hours each day. "What did you...erm...want to talk about?" You know what, technically, but not specifically.

Silvia bites her lip and decides to just come out with it. “I stopped seeing Marcus.” She blurts out. “I’m sorry I didn’t realize it sooner.”

"Oh." Whatever you had thought, however fleetingly, that she might say, that was definitely not it. "I—um...you didn't have to do that...I mean, he's a good guy. Just because we're divorced doesn't mean I hate him or anything." In fact, you never did. And that was what made it so hard. "And besides, how I feel about him has no bearing on whether or not you should go out with him."

“You’re my boss.” She flushes slightly and looks down at her own milky coffee. “And I just— I told you all about sleeping with him.”

“Yeah…” Huffing slightly, you shake your head and take a sip of the sweet, equally milky coffee she made for you, humming in appreciation. “And as your boss, I agree that it’s a little weird. But as your friend?” She reminds you a lot of your sister, actually, which might have been tucked away in your subconscious when you hired her two years ago. “As your friend, I don’t want to stand between you and happiness. If that’s Marcus? Well…I—I would completely understand. I mean, he’s a great guy.” He had been your happiness too, for much longer than five dates.

“Why did you get divorced? I asked him but he just said you got married too young.” If he’s such a great guy, why wouldn’t you want to stay with him? You had kept his last name.

“That’s what happened.” You nod slightly, but it’s obvious from her expression that she isn’t buying it. “We were really young, Sil. I mean we were still teenagers when we met. I was Mrs. Pike by the summer before sophomore year.” It had been the whirlwind romance to end all whirlwind romances, and your sorority sisters had cooed over it much more readily than your family.

“High school?” Her eyes are wide and horrified. She hadn’t thought you were that young. How was that legal?

“Oh, no.” Shaking your head vehemently, you realize you definitely left out a few details. You’ll blame the hangover. “College. Marcus is a year older than me, and his frat at UPenn used to throw this big welcome party for all the new Chi Omega sisters…which was the sorority I had just rushed. He was on the verge of turning twenty and I was not quite nineteen.”

“Oh, good.” She’s relieved at that, but she still couldn’t imagine being married that young. “So you were a freshman and he was a sophomore?”

“Yep.” You feel like a damn bobble head doll from nodding so much, and you sip your coffee for one silent moment. “We couldn’t even have champagne at our own wedding. We were kids. So when I say he’s great, I mean that. We just…dove in too fast, ya know? By the time we were starting to think about careers, Marcus was starting to talk about kids. And I…I just knew that I wanted to have a career before we had to start making compromises.”

“Oh.” Silvia hadn’t even gotten close enough to think about things like that. She had been too focused on her school and hell; she had been in elementary school when you had gotten married. “So you didn’t want kids and he did?”

"Basically, yeah." It was more complicated than that. There had been a great deal of immaturity and a bit of your own fear involved, but you're really not in a place to go into too many details right now. "We got divorced the summer after I graduated."

“If you hadn’t, you might not be Dr. Pike right now.” She decides, nodding. “I doubt he would have wanted you to go to graduate school.”

"I don't know." Over the years you've come to terms with that. That you'll never know what could have happened if you had stayed married to Marcus Pike. It's something that you had tucked away into the back of your mind, thinking you would never see him again so it would never matter. Oh, how very wrong you were. "But considering I got my doctorate at the Sorbonne and Marcus is an FBI agent? There would have been a rocky road no matter what. I just have to believe that I made the right decision. It’s not like our career paths are geographical neighbors or anything."

Silvia contemplates that and nods, taking a sip of her coffee. "I'm sorry that I sprang seeing him on you. You looked very shocked. I just— yeah..." She sighs and stands. "For what it's worth, he was preoccupied during dinner last night." She knows the difference when people are just not interested in her rambling and being completely in another world and last night Marcus hadn't been in the present. He was most definitely caught up in the past, a past that heavily involved you it seems. Giving you a small smile, she moves towards the door. "I hope that it doesn't make things between us awkward." She continues. "I have a lot of respect for you and have really enjoyed learning under your guidance."

"If anything, I think this brings us a bit closer together." The smile you return to her is a little lopsided and off kilter, but that's pretty honest to how you're feeling at the moment. "Thank you for coming in and not just letting it hang in the air. That shows a lot of maturity, and I respect the hell out of you for it."

That makes Silvia smile brighter and she ducks her head. "I'll go get started on my work, boss." She says before she scampers out of your doorway, feeling better about the entire situation. Marcus was a good guy, sure – but she wasn't going to ruin her job for any man.

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Coulthard, Sato and Pit Stop Misadventures: Spanish GP (14-05-2007)

Context: The blog plugin for the forum received an upgrade, including shiny new mood and activity indicators! I mostly used it to state what I was reading at the time, because I was and still am a bookworm. (In case you are wondering, my current reading is:

Travel reading: The Time Traveller's Guide to Restoration Britain by Ian Mortimer

Home reading: "No Offence But…" by Gina Martin

e-Reading: A Little Princess by Frances Hodgson Burnett

"Light reading": GP Racing, August 2024)

I'd spent most of the weekend trying to persuade my undergraduate dissertation to print off the computer (I'm not sure if my alma mater has an online copy - it probably does - but since I didn't write it under my psuedonym, I hope you will forgive me for not linking to it). Thus, I'd been on an adrenaline high when I finally succeeded. "Most" of the weekend, because I'd also watched the Spanish Grand Prix, where the accidental comedy had leavened things nicely…

Coulthard, Sato and Pit Stop Misadventures: Spanish GP

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Reading The Age of Spiritual Machines by Ray Kurzweil

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Firstly, I apologise if I doze off in the middle of this entry - I've spent a lot of today convincing an unreliable computer system to print off a 2800-word essay (I managed it and handed it in with one minute to spare - don't ask!)

The "Oh no it's all falling to pieces" feeling must have struck David Coulthard at some point during the race, as his Red Bull once again attempted to thwart his efforts to finish a race for once. I was very impressed by his ability to almost maintain the same speed minus third gear as he had with it - and fifth is a great way to finish the first race his midfield car has finished with him in it.

I particularly loved James Allen's comment just before the gearbox issue manifested himself; "This is the best performance we've seen from David since… [pause] …er, the last time we saw a good performance from him a few weeks ago." This proves three things:

1) Walkerisms still sound funny, even when Murray Walker isn't the one saying them 2) four weeks is too long to wait between races 3) David Coulthard is going through one of the best phases of his career - not that the points scoreboard shows that right now

Speaking of good performances from rarely-rewarded people, Takuma Sato put in a lovely race from 13th to 8th. With all the attention ITV lavished upon Anthony Davidson and Jenson Button, you could have been fooled into thinking the guy who'd outqualified both of them didn't exist.

At least, until Sato took Giancarlo Fisichella's 8th place off him and scored Super Aguri's first point ever. Even I, a Fisi supporter who thought that it was unfair that a malfunctioning pitlane device should have put him in that position, could not begrudge Takuma his just reward for a great drive. It seems that Takuma is currently having more success with his self-orientated team than Jacques Villnueve did at BAR. That is a credit to the staff at Leafield as well as to Takuma.

Returning to the pitlane, I was rather miffed at the stuff that was happening in the pitlane - and not just because the Renault rigs forced both Giancarlo and his team-mate Heikki Kovalainen to switch to the slower three-stop strategy mid-race. No, the incident that really got my blood boiling was Massa's portable barbecue.

It is rare for a fuel hose to do that sort of thing, and it was dangerous for both the Ferrari and the McLaren mechanics (the fire had nearly burnt itself out by the time Felipe went alongside the McLaren staffers, but it could have so easily been a considerable amount worse. Intertechnik are not in my good books right now, and I'm sure they're not in Ferrari or Reanult's good books either.

BMW could not blame Intertechnik for their Carry On moment - they caused that one by themselves. How Nick managed to miss the front-right jack man not raising his hand is a minor mystery (not that it was really his fault, but…). How he got away with getting it around the track minus the front right wheel nut without being a hazard to anyone or damaging his car is a major one. (On the upside, the shot of the Toyota mechanic holding the nut aloft, in his best "Has anyone lost something?" posture, was priceless).

It has to be said though that the Spanish GP has been the most interesting race for me all season. I'm not sure what that says about the three flyaways, except that I am now looking forward to Monaco with renewed vigour.

On the blog front, you may have noticed that I have recently added a menu on the right-hand side of the blog screen. With access to a blogroll and the site policy, it should help make things that little bit more enjoyable. Please tell me if there's any other changes you would like to see.

Oh, and I broke the 2000-visit boundary today. I think my involvement in the wider blogosphere may have a lot to do with it, but I am pleased to see so many enjoy my site. Please come as many times as you like, and I hope you'll be here when I celebrate the next milestone (and for the more serious entries in between).

Wow! I managed to stay awake for all that. I'll just go and have a lie-down now…

La Canta Magnifica Blog - After the very interesting Spanish GP, Alianora La Canta looks at two of the stand out drives of the race (David Coulthard and Takuma Sato), as well as the unintentional action down the pitlane.

#f1 #lcmb #lcmb archive #takuma sato #commentator issues #pitlane bother #accidental humour #super aguri #if you momentarily saw this a few days ago oops

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robotnuts · 4 months

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im so glad u watched 19 bc i truly have soooo many thoughts on like theres so much potential & really good scenes there but so many misses. the tex part is easily the best part of it though i still cant believe it actually happened. i kinda wish sarge's death was off screen like you see them watch him die but give him no final words sort of deal... i feel like it wouldve been a better plot device rather than the longer scene if sarge saying what he's feeling as he dies. sorry i keep thinking about that its my main thing i wouldve changed. well that and putting wash back in prison instead of a mental facility because i think a prison break with untreated mental illness couldve done more than ....... whatever the hell the wash scenes were. restoration is easily the best set up for fanwork ive seen in a while tho NGL the meta tucker concept is soooo fun i wish it got explored more. sorry im rambling in ur askbox now LOL

YESSS sorry for the late response. im glad rvb restoration dropped hwen it did so ic ould watch it irl with my girlfriend but it did happen to be during the most busy month of my year so obviously my blogging has been completely slacking. i really love this final line that apparently sarge was going to say. i think its more sweet and poetic than him spelling out how hes feeling about simmons and grif in particular

no yeah my biggest issue is just like. this felt like a vehicle for like, meta scenes saying goodbye to the reds and the blues, but the actual like "plot" of the season didnt really have any time to develop and had to just be quick weird scenes that were just kind of tonally dissonant and not really polished or treated with the same kind of care and deftness he was able to handle mixing the humor and plot elements of the recollections trilogy. both due to the runtime, him being out of the game for so long, and needing to do a full plot in one season instead of three. it really felt bare bones. which is fine it's just like, obviously you can see that its not the best, and i feel like if it was going to just be a vehicle for sappy goodbye to rvb as a property scenes i wish it had just gone all in and given us more interactions between the different characters. idk. im not really sure how id fix it aside from just having my own completely differnet version of their future in my head but ive already kind of written that post out for my post chorus vision lmao. dumpster baby forever...

META TUCKER IS REALLY FUN AND I COULDNT BE TOO MAD AT IT because it was literally a type of concept that epsilontucker riffed on after the open ended s13 (oh my god rip epsilontucker i think im gonna be sick). but his scenes again felt pretty jarring nad just put in there to keep the season moving and wahh why did they torture him for 10 fucking years ahhh scary AHHH. yeah, now that you said it it really does feel like. the bare bones of an incredible 250k word fanfic written by someone who has a different more serious tone than the original series like, put my guns in the ground style, moreso than an rvb season LMFAO but that's fine if anyones still in the fandom and cares to do that i'd love to see it. idk. im rambling. it was a good fun stream and i liked individual scenes but it was definitely all over the place for me

#rvb 19 spoilers #rvb restoration spoilers

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stovetoast · 1 year

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i know this is my art blog but i can do whatever i want. agents posting GO (WARNING THIS IS MESSY)

agent 3: lake. 19 (11 in splatoon 1), they/them

i dont have a lot on lake!!! they actually didnt get recruited at all, they just kinda... stumbled into the battlefield while the octavio fight was happening and insisted on sticking around afterwards because they had Way Too Much Energy. they dont really know a lot about their past before that, even less after oe. they now spend a lot of time researching turf game strategies (theyre not legally allowed to play because their special limiter is broken) and trying to push through the chronic fatigue. oh, and theyre in a qpr with 8.

personality . uhh basically lake likes to pretend theyre still silly but its Not working. they cant really speak above a certain volume either without it hurting. im so bad at describing personalities heeellllp hellllp help meeee helllllp

agent 4: mari(elle). 21 (15 in splatoon 2), any

the child of two splatlandian grizzco higher-ups! like... they work with the bear himself! they worked under the company at the inkopolis location for a while, including while the whole callie disappearing fiasco was happening, at least until the company got big enough where he could quit and her parents wouldnt notice. they didnt. cool! there may or may not be a reason that they didnt (wink) but i havent decided yet.

mari is kinda uhhhm. well. ive described it as theyre working on being silly without being mean. and hes been getting better :] + toni kensa fan oh heeeeelllllll no

agent 8: august/kass. 19 (13 in oe), he/him

oh god yeah i dont have a lot on him either. basically baby kass and baby lake met a few weeks before the Oe Incident and became fast friends. but then the metro happened and uhhhyeah you can imagine what happened to that. they both know they were close but dont really uh. actually i explained this better in another thing let me grab that.

"the key difference between a normal playthrough and this is that, not only did he run into agent 3 a few times in the metro, he… lost an eye when they were sanitized. the same eye, in fact. plus, his memories weren't entirely… restored, like how it i assume its implied to in oe. the contents of the mem cakes were merely evidence that there was a life before this, something to evoke feelings, and something to keep him going. that isn't his life anymore."

anyway. oe happens and now were here. present day kass is SILLY okay? but in the way that like. he dunks bread in pepsi and stares at mari (roommate) with the most blank face imaginable when they look at him weird. i dont know where im going with this hes just weird. he also has a strange fixation on death as a coping mechanism for the fact that his first memories are pretty much of zombies but hes respectful about it dw

new 3: clementine "kit"/patch. 16, it/its

basically it was forced to take on an unhealthy amount of schoolwork (+ a few extra years of school) because its parents live all the way in calamari county and didnt want it doing stupid shit. its primary guardian is its older sister, whos a lot nicer about this stuff yay! but yeah uhh splatoon 3 basically happens because it wanted to escape that. why it actually went in the manhole is up to interpretation .

through the nss bonanza business it made a friend, my friends oc ball :] together they are agent 6 and agent 9 (dubbed by lake because they knew itd get confusing) and theyre Siblings Yaaay. its smallfry friend (agent 3) is dubbed sen, short for baby sensory video, at least while kits learning their language. it doesnt know a lot about sen but is in the process of learning!!

its generally very quiet and soft-spoken to most people because of how it grew up, but in more of the ^_^ way ig??? despite that its also known to not have a sense of self preservation, again because of how it grew up. it goes out in the scorching hot desert for random junk. it ended up with severe facial scarring because it dove into danger so much in alterna. im describing this very badly im so sorry.

#k_c nss #splatoon

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lumenflowered · 7 months

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Hello. My name is Maria. I am a Faller hailing from Yharnam, a place that is comparatively far darker in a literal and figurative sense than this world. If you also hail from there, I would not mind commiserating. If you know of the name Yharnam from elsewhere, my condolences. If you are not familiar with it at all, I would not recommend requesting further information on it without being mentally prepared.

Out of a lack of anything better to do after Falling into the Johto region and a desire to do anything but think extensively upon my past, I embarked upon the local Gym Challenge. Since then, I have forged an alliance with a god considerably kinder than those I am familiar with, driven the cowards calling themselves Team Rocket out of that region, and defeated the previous Champion of the Indigo League.

While I am technically the new Indigo League Champion, I am not yet formally so due to the re-emergence of Team Rocket in the adjacent Kanto region. I will be putting an end to their schemes once and for all, for the machinations of Giovanni pale in comparison to the horrors I witnessed before Falling into this world.

My trainer card is attached above, for I've found that I look rather dashing in it even if the image refuses to embed itself properly, and my team is as follows:

Rakuyo (Meganium, X) Hunter (Furret, F) Molotov (Arcanine, M) Adeline (Gengar, F) Evelyn (Kingdra, F) Eileen (Honchkrow, F)

My Gengar, Adeline, rather enjoys borrowing my Pokégear to make posts for herself or to provide additional commentary on my own. As she is considerably better versed in the technology of this world than I am, I have no qualms with this, and she favors the color purple.

I suppose that Silver does still count as my rival, even if the rivalry was always rather one-sided. She is twelve years old and as such does not borrow my blog often, but when she has occasion to, she uses blue. She is currently undercover and has requested that I and others refer to her as a girl until she no longer has need to be. She is a girl now and you will refer to her as such.

On occasion, Ho-oh utilizes this platform and blog to communicate with me and with others. They do so in bolded orange text, and have since chosen an additional name that they use interchangeably with that of their species: Solaire.

The first person I met in this world was a ten-year-old boy named Ethan. He introduced me to his mother, Reina, a woman who I hold in great esteem and bear much affection for. Though I do not anticipate either of them having much reason to use my blog again, both did appear in conjunction once—Reina using pink, and her son using yellow.

(Unfortunately, the color yellow seems to have been removed since then, and Ade is uncertain as to how one might go about restoring it. On the off chance Ethan does ever have reason to come here again, I suppose I will ask him what he would prefer instead.)

Recently, there was an... incident... where my Pokégear was stolen from me via Pelipper Mail, and delivered to a woman in the same world as I. This woman referred to herself as simply "Dee", favoring green text to differentiate her posts from my own, and did eventually return my device... if not face to face.

For the most part, I can only speculate as to what the truth about Dee may be, but I know she has some association with the individual who stole my Pokégear in the first place (whose messages were all sent in bolded red text, oddly enough) and I have reason to suspect that they may be a Faller from Yharnam as well.

I do not know why, or how, I have come here. I suppose it ultimately matters little; the people of Johto have shown me great kindness, and I have no intention of allowing Team Rocket to continue their heinous acts any longer. I simply have to locate them, first...

(OOC info under cut!)

Still @ofstormsandfire, still way too invested in my silly little pokeblog where I thought it would be funny to throw a bloodborne boss (and perhaps some others...) into the world of pokemon. I already had three pokeblogs, but I realized I could do really cool things with a faller blog, and I'm so normal about Lady Maria of the Astral Clocktower, come closer.

Worth keeping in mind that Maria is an ex-Bloodborne boss (she lost her bossfight, that's how she got here) and so canon-typical themes for that will be unlikely to faze her as much as they would the average pokeblog or even the average faller. This includes, but isn't limited to: death, blood, cosmic horror, nightmares, probably some other things I'm forgetting. I do my best to tag for stuff but if you'd like me to tag for something else, just ask!

Some navigational tags for y'all (if I could figure out how to make them chronological, I would):

#firebird arc: I smashed together the Radio Tower plot and the Ho-oh plot, made the Kimono Girls more relevant, and also ramped up the stakes a little. Called that because Ho-oh is a firebird and also I'm 90% sure there's a kind of rocket called the Firebird. I like puns. I also put way too much effort into this and I regret nothing.

#from the ashes arc: I made Giovanni a significantly larger threat, threw a full on Rocket base into Tohjo Falls, and traumatized Silver a whole bunch. Please mind the tags on this one; someone dies here, though they don't stay that way for more than five minutes.

#kanto rocket arc: Remember what I said about Giovanni being a Threat? Team Rocket is actually up to more than a little petty crime in Kanto, and posts relating to that will be tagged with this.

#milf time and sonboy hours: The fairly brief takeover by Ethan and his mom (mostly his mom) on Valentine's Day. They might show up again sometime, you never know.

#passing stranger: Posts made by or in relation to someone known only to you, and to Maria, as "Dee" for the time being. While Dee's true identity is currently unknown, it seems that she knows Maria... even though Maria doesn't know her. (This tag will be reused; "Dee" will be returning, and you'll likely even know who she is by then!)

#rainbow wings: That time Ho-oh showed up on the blog specifically to tell Maria to take a break. Same tag is used whenever Ho-oh turns up now, which is not particularly often but does happen.

#what's with this sassy lost child?: The Silver takeover, as well as future posts by her. Has a Crobat. She's not sure how to feel about that one. Has also spent a nonzero amount of time attempting to steal Maria's drip via cosplay.

#ask game: Reblogs of ask games and responses to asks for said ask games. Fairly self-explanatory.

#hints to the future: Bits of prose foreshadowing things to come, because I got really into that one ask game with the gears. (I'm always open for that particular ask game, btw, no matter how long it's been since I last reblogged it. I can always think of something.)

#the vampire allegations: A couple of people made jokes about Maria being a vampire. Admittedly, she is from Cainhurst which is the closest Bloodborne gets to proper vampires, and I thought it would be really funny to have her be allergic to garlic for legitimately mundane reasons.

#pokeblogging intro #rotomblr #pokeblogging #pokeblog rp #pokemon irl #ooc: this still isn't the last intro post I'll have to make LMAO #ooc: but it'll be the last one for a while #ooc: at least until the truth comes out abt dee

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holdingforexo · 2 years

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Oh man, you disappeared for a bit and I was so worried! I hope you’re doing well! I’m absurdly nervous about interacting with people online so I’ve never said anything off anon before, but I just want to let you know you’re my favorite blog on here and I really appreciate all the hard work you’ve been doing!! 💐

I’M BACK!

Apparently, my primary account was flagged by Tumblr’s automated anti-spam controls over New Years’ weekend, and that led to all of my blogs getting terminated, including this one. After a couple of support tickets, my account has been restored.

I originally had posts queued up for these last two days, so I’ll just go ahead and post those (below this post) so Baekhyun’s countdown doesn’t get messed up.

Thank you so much for checking in—and know that if this blog disappears again in the future, it’s definitely not admin’s choice haha.

#answered

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askeataiho · 2 years

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I posted 8,047 times in 2022

That's 4,225 more posts than 2021!

185 posts created (2%)

7,862 posts reblogged (98%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@kaunisbaby

@lonelyvomit

@paleangels13

@pastlink

I tagged 7,603 of my posts in 2022

Only 6% of my posts had no tags

#blind channel - 4,599 posts

#joel hokka - 1,682 posts

#olli matela - 1,433 posts

#joonas porko - 1,379 posts

#niko vilhelm - 1,365 posts

#aleksi kaunisvesi - 976 posts

#tommi lalli - 681 posts

#bc us tour - 634 posts

#critical role - 546 posts

#bc european headline tour 2022 - 535 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#oh my roommate at the time i first took it got where she's from where i'm from and where her last roommate was from she's a language sponge

My Top Posts in 2022:

Cat pictures requested by @kind-as-sunshine 🐱

My Ria 🥰

She's being dirty laundry.

See the full post

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Had a Blind Channel dream (like my third? ever) with pack dynamics, A/B/O, and mpreg, probably because I read Sweaty t-shirts and first times right before bed. 😅

It was after an event - concert or something - and the pack was going to go back home soon. I was Aleksi and was with Joel - the Alpha - buying some things at a convenience store before joining the others to catch the bus. I (Aleksi) wanted to buy Joel a little gift but had almost no money of my own. I bought him a little chocolate. I wanted to give him a gift because I had two tough things to tell him 1) that I’d broken the washing machine (hold over from my previous dream last night) and 2) I was pregnant.

So out in the hallway outside the store, I tell Joel I’m pregnant and he sort of panics. Eventually he grabs my (Aleksi’s) phone and is scrolling through the texts. I’m just really defeated by Joel’s reaction and now he’s acting like I was cheating so I just say I’m going to my sister’s and that she’s a professional soup cook??? (I think implying that she’ll give Aleksi a job because he’s also good and making soup?)

So I just leave Joel standing there stunned and go to line up for the bus in the other direction. I can see the other guys waiting for the bus back home looking around for me and Joel. Then I woke up; sad ending.

So that was a weird dream huh? 😂

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My cat Ria, enjoying the blanket I bought just for her 🥰🥰🥰

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My account has been restored! 🎉🎉🎉🎉

Took just over a week, but it’s been restored!

I’ll be keeping my back up account ( @askea-taiho ) as, well, back up in case this happens again, since it happened for no reason before. I’ll try to match the follow lists to each other within the next few days.

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My #1 post of 2022

Spent all of yesterday at work thinking about @mondayborn and co.’s Heavy Blankets AU (the latest one was so cute!) and will probably think about it today too. Instead of my own WIPs. a/b/o AUs often make me think a lot about how such a society and biology works and this one especially makes my brain whir.

Love this AU and reread all of them today.

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Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review

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neomedievalist · 2 years

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some ??hot?? takes: innocent sin feels more "contemporary" than persona 5 in terms of story. all this wild shit happening simultaneously just feels like looking at the news.

this one probably isn't a hot take, but persona games need to bring back character theme songs. 1) it owns, 2) it might prevent the p4/p5 problem of having Too Many Guys so they barely get the spotlight.

oh persona should stop dripfeeding party members. just introduce them all early and then give them arcs throughout the game. also let social links hook in.

thinking any of nocturne's reason endings are good is really silly. they all suck and are narratively unsatisfying, and all of the reasons are abhorrent. this makes sense for the game but i can't imagine someone thinking any of those endings are the best.

manikins should've been able to get a reason. the demifiend can already fuck with creation by restoring the old world / exploding the universe, he should've been able to force through the manikin reason.

yeah i can see what you mean. actually there are several different points in here let me respond to all of them

i mean, true, but p5 is hilariously modern, they literally use iphones to go to the demon dimension, and forum posts are your sidequests. i get thats not your point though, and it speaks to p2's longevity that its themes are still able to be relevant today. honestly, if p2 was made today, itd work even better with the misinformation age and the rumours theme. this is a tangent, but ive always thought digital devil saga is the most modern relevant smt and it takes its themes to the logical end thats perfectly fitting for the quote unquote new generation of smt, if it was released today it would hit exactly the same. i honestly think if smt was a chronological series with a clear start and end, the dds duology would be a perfect end to wrap up all the themes of the entire series. (that's why i wont rec it to newcomers to smt, but if youve played others and havent played it, you absolutely have to)

true! i mean i dont have any particular takes about theme songs but i think its something id like to see come back for sure.

to an extent yeah. i think p3 works so well because you already have a lot of the party members from the start who are all intertwined with each other and the lore of the story. persona has always worked best with a small cast but p3 works because all of the cast is relevant but they also dont try to act like they all get along perfectly. like, i dont think mitsuru talks to junpei as a friend. and thats normal. it helps make p3 more serious and not just goofy guys on an adventure, if that makes sense. but from a game balancing perspective, kinda tough to make that work lol. i think every party based rpg works like that, but it wouldnt be unreasonable to introduce characters early and then just not let you use them yet sort of like what p3 did with akihiko's broken arm, not being able to use mitsuru until you got another navigator, etc.

yeah, i mean, that's what smt is about. it's about choosing between bad and worse options. law and chaos is no better, really. well...actually no i would argue they are better but thats beside the point. i think i need to say for the record me saying i'm law aligned is a joke and i don't actually believe in anything that law believes, but, hopefully my followers have reading comprehension and can tell that from my blog.

true, but like i was saying before, the point of smt is choosing between bad and worse options, and having one clear good option defeats that purpose. but then again, neutral endings have been a thing in smt forever as the Objectively Good Option so, i guess it doesn't matter. yeah, i agree in-universe lore it would make sense though

#data

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garetlomodag · 2 years

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My 2022 Anti-hero

Yep, you read that right. I used Taylor Swift’s new song “Anti-hero” in the title. If you’ve listened to it already, you should know who the anti-hero is then. If not, then read on, my friend.

If you’ve known me for a while and you somehow made your way to my life a bit closer, you’re probably aware I do blogs like this and that I normally write every year end (cos why not). If it’s your first time here, then buckle up cos this one’s gonna be long and I am not sure you’re ready for a serious peek in my life. mehehe

I must say I’ve gone through some tough times in my years of existence but this year hits different. 2022 was way too fast, especially in its latter parts. It’s not that I couldn’t keep up, I was also too fast. Too fast that even if I was already aware, I couldn’t stop the engine. It was going in directions (not just one) I did not intend to be in. It was moving at a pace where I just realized I was messing it up but I was already at the tail end.

If you know me well, you know “fast” is not my thing. I always take time. I don’t rush things. I need time to process and articulate. So 2022 was really a challenge for me. It took a toll on me that I had to ring SOS to God and some of my good and wise friends.

Oh what mercy it is to be surrounded by people who truly love God and love me and will slap me in the face with truth to wake me up! (that’s why folks, go for friends who are genuinely a good counsel and aligned with your core values)

God has been personal with the people/community He’s brought to my life this year. He directed me to my new church: Pinnacle Village. I joined the P&W music team again (after N years!!) and met new people I can worship God with. I have a pastor who is very intentional and personal; plus a huddle group that prays for me all the way from the US and Pampanga!

you may check PV here:

Of course, my closest friends (all the way from Dubai and far north & south) also played a big part for me this year. From referring me to my new church to dropping truth bombs to my face every single time I would SOS-video call and do my breakdowns in my car.

I am blessed to even be given good friends at work — which was part of my prayer before transitioning jobs — who would point me back to Jesus and remind me who I am (from when they first met me); almost everyday. 🥹

It didn’t take long for me to realize how God has been nudging me to reevaluate my life and what truly matters, but it was me (the anti-hero) who stubbornly evaded restoration and correction because I was in a state of— as John Piper said it:

“If you don��t feel strong desires for the manifestation of the glory of God, it is not because you have drunk deeply and are satisfied. It is because you have nibbled so long at the table of the world. Your soul is stuffed with small things, and there is no room for the great.”

At some point, I felt like I was losing myself. I was conflicted. I was struggling. I had a lot of questions that even good counsel couldn’t appease.

I knew it was already escalating when my dog (Mallow) even started sleeping beside my head to make sure I continue sleeping. She knew and felt it too. 🥹

It was so bad that I had to go back to running because I kept waking up at 2am or 3am. I had to re-divert focus and just run because I couldn’t sleep anymore. I needed the endorphins from running to keep me going.

But it still wasn’t enough — especially on tough days at home — that eventually (as I mentioned in one of my conversations with a good friend from work) work has become an opium for me. Don’t get me wrong, I really work a lot (that’s part of my work-life balance). But this time I was working like crazy. I was restless. Pushed my limits. I was aware. And I was stubborn.

I did everything I could to evade the very thing I needed to do: to come back again and be vulnerable at the foot of the Cross, in the presence of Christ — the true lover of my soul. The One who can give me peace that transcends all understanding.

Vulnerability has always been my struggle. But before it was just with people. I didn’t have troubles going to God. All these years I’ve always been honest with God. In all my seasons, the brightest and darkest ones, God was always the first person I would go to for help. So I am still shocked now that I am looking back at this year.

It was like an actualization of “Strider” in LOTR. The lone wolf. And now that I think about it, my blog title, the wandering soul.

And so I ask myself, what happened? As someone who takes time to process things, you should know that I was already thinking of this blog for weeks already. I’ve already started drafting some thoughts in my head leading to today. I just decided Dec 30 will be the day I write and post.

Weeks leading to today, I was already thinking deeply of what went down this year and how come I didn’t notice it earlier. What was really going on with my mind? My heart? My soul?

But I realized my mind knows. I was aware (at some point). And the truth is also stored in my head. I know the right things to say to myself. I have the songs and the Bible verses in my head.

Then it dawned on me. It was my heart. Where faith resides. That’s where the conflict is. Though my mind knows, my heart tells me otherwise. My heart struggles to believe what the mind knows.

In my prayer and ugly cry moment this morning, I caught myself saying things like these to God:

“I KNOW You love me, I know You care for me, but will You please restore to me the joy of my salvation?”

“I KNOW You have the best plans for me, but right now, my heart questions if what You want for me is what I want for myself.”

“I KNOW You know what is best, but I am finding it hard to trust You like before.”

“Where are You in all of this?”

I even remembered this song that basically sums up what I’m feeling:

Jesus, I’m sorry ‘bout last night.

Jesus, we both know I tried.

Jesus, feels like the world’s in pieces

I’m sure You’ve got Your reasons

But I have my doubts

Jesus, I have my doubts

When everything that’s right feels wrong

And all of my belief feels gone

And the darkness in my heart is so strong

Can You reach me here in the silence?

I know that the heart is deceitful so it cannot really be fully trusted.

Jeremiah 17:9-10 “The heart is deceitful above all things and desperately wicked; who can know it? I, the Lord, search the heart, I test the mind, even to give every man according to his ways, according to the fruit of his doings.”

But sometimes the emotions and feelings are too strong that I need the One who created it to reach down and touch it. To remind me again that I don’t live and operate life with just feelings and what I feel and think is right.

I really like this line from the song: “Can You reach me here in the silence?”

Cos these things I don’t and can’t really talk about with random people. In my room, my car, in silence, that’s where I unload these things.

So in my prayer, I say: “God, my mind knows, but will You please help my unbelief? Can You reach my heart here in the silence?”

What my college missionary mentor/Tatay/discipler from Campus Crusade for Christ said years back still holds true:

“The heart of the matter is the matter of the heart.”

The root of my struggles with trusting God is coming from a place of wanting to control things and taking matters into my own hands. It is losing belief that He holds my best interest.

But after weeks/months of struggle and wrestling with God (picture what Jacob did in Gen. 32; when he was acting from a place of “fear and distress”), I find comfort in two verses which I will hold dear and cling onto for 2023:

Psalms 84:11-12 “For the Lord God is a sun and shield; The Lord will give grace and glory; No good thing will He withhold from those who walk uprightly. O Lord of hosts, blessed is the man who trusts in You!”

I cry. No good thing will He withhold from me. So the deepest questions and longing in my heart, now replaced with comfort in knowing that whatever I have and don’t have now, are still part of His best interest for me. 🥺 I hope that I will walk uprightly and never lose trust (again).

Now I am welcoming 2023 knowing that His eyes are still set on me:

Psalms 32:8 “I will instruct you and teach you in the way you should go; I will guide you with My eye.”

Aaaaahhhh. I say this again from a place of rest and peace: It is well with my soul. 🥹

Thank You Jesus. 🤍

Happy New Year, friends. I am with you in prayers. 🤍🤗

#Spotify #love #faith #jesus #hope #journey

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maireadralph · 2 years

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Tumblr still thinks you're a bot? You're not showing up in any tags, and private messaging doesn't work... I hope they get their act together soon!

Yup seems to be the case. They must have shadowbanned me for “spamming” since I was contacting people with the same message over the Secret Santa. I’ve also noticed that my [text] Replies to Posts/Reblogs get instantly eaten by Tumblr and don’t go live.

I contacted Tumblr Support on Saturday (in my evening GMT) and given as it was a weekend I don’t expect any action to be taken until at least today.

Action wise to keep the Secret Santa on track I will do the following:

certain people I know I can make contact with on other platforms so I will do that later today and apologise for the cross platform communication

the Fandom Regulars I’ll mark as interested on a good faith basis, you’ve all been here long enough pretty sure you’ll still be around for the end of the year 😉

everyone else I’ll give an Technical Difficulty Extension (day my messages get restored + 7 days to be fair to everyone)

where possible I’ll try and send a [private chat] message off another one of my blogs so it people get messages from @buzzthebatgirl , @hordak-appreciation (which the system isn’t letting me tag today) , or @dspets8b that will be me and I will identify myself

Again I’m very sorry that this has happened I’m so surprised that Tumblr is doing this to my account especially when I have a paper trail for this event and a 9 year good track record on the site. Oh well Tumblr gonna Tumblr 🤷🏼��♀️

#i got an ask!#entrapdak #entrapdak secret santa 2022 #entrapdak secret santa #tumblr plz

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tomyo · 5 months

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Story of seasons friends of Mineral town: The Powertrip

I would like you to come back to a simpler time with me, dear reader. Do you remember Kanye's Power? Do you remember the mlp version? Around that time, I shared on this exact blog some cringey art reveling in exploiting the ruby spice farming trick to for the first time properly fun my wonderful life farm. Now and again, a bokumono game gives its players some way to break the game, but the friends of mineral town took it to a new level.

Okay, let's rewind. Amidst playing ANB, I became frazzled from the sheer amount of mechanics I had to keep track of. I have moved Yuri into town, but now I was struggling to complete restoration project 3. At some point, I messed up a day and took a step back. Now I have not kept track of switch games on my backlog, but this past winter, I was gifted fomt but had not touched it. Fomt was my first HM game and something I knew intimately since it was so straightforward. I decided to take a quick shot at it. Oh, how novel it was at the start.

Within one night's worth of work, I had basically become the kingpin of quaint Mineral Town.

I did not intend it, in fact I barely read anything major. Just some basic costs and a crop guide. However, during the first horse race, I was saving money for a new rucksack but now was unable to buy it. I take a look at the medal information and figure I'd try my luck at getting the power berry seeing as save scumming was much less tedious now. However instead, I ended up with a good number of broaches. That was when I made my first 50k.

Now you can ship the broaches just fine but I had learned of selling to Huang and figured I should befriend him for next time. Pretty much a day later I ended up with van's favorite (VF from here out) to which I believe is a new addition that you can sell to Huang for ~50k each.

Apparently, you get this every time your transaction count lands on a 10 in its count. Heavily exploitable, but you don't even need to try. So far I have received 3 without even trying and it's been more than enough money to basically complete the game.

By mid summer I had enough to pay for one of every animal, upgrade the house fully and furnish it fully, upgrade all weapons to max, and upgrade the barn and coop one level up AND buy the materials for that rather than slowly accrue it.

The thing is, I also had completed most of this by late spring. All the animals I needed and plenty of seeds, it was time to call upon the sprites. As one should know, sprites love flour, the easiest bribery ever. Had all seven won over in time to plant 90, yes 90, pineapples. And even more plants with that, about 10 of everything I could have at the moment. The money every couple of days was ludicrous. I was making thousands without some cheat. I was even smart enough to not hire all of them at once so there was always coverage. It was basically great assistance while I built up my skill with the watering can. Sadly not mythril yet but gold works fine.

So I'm living large, what now?

Well child me was not as good at patience with this game and would do dumb shit like make myself pass out and only talk with Karen. I guess it's time to befriend the town.

Now this time as I had remarked previously, I intended to marry Elli. Though as a divergence back up, I also confessed to the harvest goddess my interest and was giving some stuff to karen too. Oh, but there is romancable gift options? Darn, and the new guy has a boyfriend gift for you too. Oh wait, the game ENCOURAGES YOU to date all the singles. Yes. Bokumono outprogressed stardew valley in the same game that it first let you date same sex (not as a conditional feature). I mean, how can I say no to that? Why shouldn't I date the whole town before settling down? I WANT FREE HOUSE DECOR DAMMIT.

And boy have I achieved that. Guess what. Most singles have a really simple to get thing in their likes category. Most people in fact like store bought flour too as I've learned.

So now I am in early Fall, collecting various foliage and woeing some people to let me into their rooms and give me recipes. I am mostly waiting around to repeat my sudden wealth gain at the fall races but now with tens of thousands instead of the previous 3k I had at the time. It would take roughly 5000 broaches to buy that cabin from Gotz, although that doesn't factor material or if they'll let me keep that many broaches. Moreover I'm holding out for the free beach house at 150 gifts to which should come in fall of next year if I am pious.

But what's most on my mind is buying my first dog and learning cooking so I can spend the winter lake mining for kappa jewels, some of each gem, and the power berry. If I get the cursed tools as well is up in the air since I still need to upgrade 5 of 6 tools to mythril which takes quite a lot of time especially since not every one is full exp yet. Likely I will try to upgrade the hoe and hammer before winter, the watering can at the start of it, and get the axe and pole done in time to trek the depths one last time.

Sadly what has truly stopped the glory of this progression is simply my real time availability to play it. I started at the end of my free time week and have been busy since. Maybe one day i'll finally be able to gain those mythical houses that were so unattainable in the og.

#harvest moon #story of seasons #bokumono #story of seasons friends of mineral town #tomyo says shit #backlog

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steamedtangerine · 9 months

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Tumblr drama ahead...

Thought I could get through this year unscathed without encountering one troll. But NOOOOO! -there must be some clause that stipulates somewhere that every account has to get honked off by something crawling out from out of the woodwork.

The rundown: I make a post of a well-known erotic artist (known across -and over-three different platforms), and make clear in the text description who the artist is. I assume the artist is well-known enough (and that the majority of users are not feebs incapable of looking the artist up for themselves). I did my research before posting-there was a similar post by the artist put up years ago (when "nipple-exposed" was BAD), but the one I had was the restored, uncensored original one (probably as the artist intended) yet to be posted in it's entirety.

The post gets traction....lots of it....the kind that makes me go "oh boy, it's already starting to draw too much attention from some of the more flippy, empty sus accounts here"----sort of like realizing you put too much of a higher wattage bulb in on your porchlight, and now it starts to attract every insect from the tri-state area. I'm sure just a visit to my blog will give the stats on what the exact post is.

Then this random account (that does not follow me, but to their benefit, appears to be "progressive"-not that they touch certain political topics, though they seem overly-argumentative about certain hot button cultural topics-and yes, they've been around a while) happens upon the post and chides me in the comment section (not in reblog fashion, mind you, but just the comment section) for not hashtagging the artist (though noone else seems to have problem finding the artist-I was able to see the post come up by basic search alone)- as if I never intended to make mention of the artist at all, which is obviously not the case. They include an "@" URL in their comment, which turns out to not even be an actual functioning URL to the artist's blog, which already clues me in that they are not the artist, nor are they affiliated with them in any manner.

I notice there are many other accounts on Tumblr who post the popular artist by text mention and do not hashtag, as well, yet, their posting is not as popular....so, why are they not under the same scrutiny as I am here?

I politely mention in a replying comment that if it's a matter of accreditation, I did mention the well-known artist in the text. It must've done the job, seeing by all the users flocking to it. I also mention there are better URLs (then the one they provided) to at least two of the functioning blogs by said artist. To be fair, I go back, and edit my post to add hashtags using the artist's name, if it makes that much more of a difference for the better. Everybody's happy. Right?

Well, the account then replies by taking the obtuse and exaggerated trademark tactic (used by so many Reddit trolls) and wrangles and angles things into this weird mocking of me as being some narcissist who feels they are the only designated conduit of promoting the artist's work....which is not what any single account here on Tumblr ever thinks when posting work from a well-known and aptly accredited the artist.

Keep in mind, no other accounts posting this artist's work (without any hashtags or a vast cluttering array of links going to what could add up to five different outside platforms) is getting this kind of criticism as I am getting here.

I have one of those "doing the dishes" revelations, I pull back, and calmly ask "how did they find the post in question". Up until this point, they never addressed why they posted a faux-URL from the getgo, as I pointed out, and now they are avoiding telling me how they found the post (because, seriously, what IS this really all about?). The next comment is another attempt to mock me of being narcissistic (again) over a post I supposedly "STOLE!".

Whoa whoa whoa Whooa! Theft!? You are going to accuse me of theft? That is a serious accusation. I never claimed this work as my own. This is not a repost of anything found here; I did my research before posting it. I gave accreditation of the artist in the description.

Anyone who has known me on this blog has known that-in the past-I have called out those that have reposted another user's work without giving accreditation to the artist-whether it be @nicholasklaw (who clearly left for IG), @n-lite , or @wax-pack-glam (seems a lot of A-holes on NewtTumbl ripped off his work and were posting it with out giving props on Reddit-and you can go there and see for yourself the kind of sh!t they are pulling by punishing someone for being creative). If I ever failed to give credit to an artist, I ask anyone to show me my mistake, and I will correct it. If I posted something an artist did not want posted here, I ask that that certain artist in particular to approach me diplomatically, so the matter can be handled in a civil fashion....and I also ask the artist to be fair and track down the other three (or so) sources out there online that have the same image (be it Imagefap, Deviantart, Reddit, etc.) and request the same treatment if they feel they are being misrepresented.

Which all boils down to....what IS this even about?

It''s kind of obvi actually. What we have here is some troll account with a "progressive-light" hat on (the kind that finds it easier to sow divisions and make microaggressions online about gender or anything else, then to actually address real critical outside issues about fascists trying to kill LGBT activists in some countries, promoting BS obstructive Freedom Convoys, invading other countries, or perpetuating conversion therapy in some states-y'know, the kind of incisive topics that most of us had no problem addressing here on Tumblr), who was drawn to this post by an algorithm, and is finding every ungodly means to get a foothold to be a contentious knob about it. It's a shame to think that some of the most persevering accounts on a platform like Reddit are these multi-trophy 8-year+ trolls that are embedded like a case of herpes. It was bad back when every single dang posting on Reddit had some obligatory sh!tposter on there to spew some dumb trash, but as for me.....here on Tumblr....I guess it takes me posting something so popular it attracts someone (with an obvious axe to grind with me for some reason-God only knows) being ugly enough to make the unjustified accusation of theft.

Seems to happen every year. Someone flips out that I-for posterity sake-linked an article about White Supremacists in Germany as an example of how they are covering such topics here, because, I guess they have a flipped-out hatred about American reporting, even as an example of what they were griping about. Another (avatarless) account accuses me of mislabeling a popular gif about Cecilia Lion-and though two other sites positively ID it as her, this account is unable to tell me who they think it really is. Once, I gave a supportive comment about someone else's gripes about empty accounts on Tumblr, and they flip out and demand to know how "I found their post" (uh-it came up by a basic search on the site), and before I can respond, they accuse me of "bad vibes", block me, and then spy on my with alt-accounts accusing me of being a porn/politics blog (just what about my politics upsets them?...Hmmmmm?) with "bad vibes" even (oddly enough, said account loved posting 4Chan stuff....and I'm the "bad vibes?!...OkaaaaAAY). The last example is exactly why I don't take the bait to complain along with these newbie accounts griping about "twue Cwime" (deliberately sic) posters flooding in and choking off the site with their ugly satirical sh!tposting love for school mass murderers....they are obviously colluding with the exact accounts they claim to hate because they want feedback on how toxic they've made a platform and also who they can keep tabs on to harass.

Right now, I just don't need this. I ate something with caffeine that caused a reaction in me, jacked up my blood pressure, and I had to call into work.

Again, if anyone has a problem with how I accredit an artist on a platform that is all about sharing and exposure of an artist's work (especially if I have done it in ANY different fashion than the way any body else here has been doing it here for-God only knows-over a decade now), approach me civilly and to the point. Do not dally around with jacking me on nitpicky protocol (which I was accommodating about, in regards to everyone's beloved hashtags), then look for any axe-grinding way to find an obtuse angle to chide me, and then go for the jugular with false accusation of theft.

#wise up Tumblr!#pray 4 me

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id-agent6031 · 10 months

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Agent 6,031: Universe Catastrophe

This is an OOC incomplete script explaining the background of this blog.

Chapter One: A New Mission

Show 760, the guard/secretary on duty, entering an uptight, scary looking throne room, with three thrones.

The Elders, 109, 110, and 111, are sitting there, as well as random agent, 976. Everyone looks at 760.

760 bows: Pardon me, Elders. I come bearing the reports of the returned agents.

109: You are pardoned, 760. 976, continue.

976: Yes. For the reasons I have mentioned, I am requesting more labor on planet Juru.

110: Your request will be brought up to the Council, we can not approve without their input.

111: You are dismissed, Agent 976. We will get back to you with the Council's decision as soon as possible, thank you.

976 bows and walks past 760 to get out.

111: 760, you may speak.

760: Thank you, Elder 111. (They flip open a tech-y notepad.) The war with the chrikeuts has several updates from Agent 1,240, there is the threat of a new war with the planet Kydo to discuss with the Council. And finally, there are three agents arriving for new assignments. Agent 3,810 has finished the Asturi assignment and will be returning this evening. Agent 987 has defeated Galo and will be here in two hours, and this was supposed to be an hour ago- (They pause and make a face.)

110: Yes?

760: The Takleta missi-

6,031 bursts through the door, ash and green goop on her face, one smoking antenna, panting heavily.

The Elders roll their eyes.

109: Ah, Agent 6,031.

6,031 coughs: Hello! Hi, Elders. 109, tall as ever. 110, is that a new badge? Looks good on you.

110 looks disgusted.

6,031: Aaaaand 111, you look. The same?

111: Enough of this. You're late.

6,031: I know, I'm sorry. There was a slight mishap wit-

There's a kaboom in the background and smoke appears in the door behind 6,031.

760 looks annoyed and takes a fire extinguisher to go deal with it.

6,031 looks nervous: Ehhh, I meant to do that?

The Elders all give 6,031 a flat look. 6,031 antennae go down.

110: Of course you did. Welcome back, I suppose.

111: We trust your mission to Takleta was a success?

6,031: Oh yep! It went great, amazing. Just a very minor detail, everything was on fire. You guys forgot to mention that. (She puts out the smoke on her antenna.) The Takleta temple is restored and I even collected new species from the planet. Would you like to se-

109: We do not, Agent 6,031.

6,031: Oh. Okay. Well, what's my next mission?

110 sighs heavily and looks through another tech-y notepad: No… No… No…

6,031 looks upset: You don't have one?

109: Of course we do, there's always available missions. We just had to budget correctly for your… skill.

6,031 antennae go down.

111: You must understand you don't offer much to us.

6,031: I… yeah, I know. (She's been keeping a hand behind her back the whole time.)

110: Still looking.

6,031 sighs sadly and looks down. Then her hand slips on a canister behind her back and a green slug shoots out.

The Elders gasp and 6,031 yelps, trying to catch the slug.

The slug bounces around, spreading green goop on everyone. 6,031 chases it and catches it, panting again.

111 glares at 6,031.

6,031: I am so so sorry…

109 groans in disgust.

6,031: This is just the creature I found on Takleta, it's harmless! It's a new species, I studied i-

110: It's a normal gyrsho slug, you idiot!

6,031: I… it can't be, I'm sor-

109 stands: You know what, we do have a mission for you.

Both 111 and 110 look at 109.

110: We do?

109: A very special one, yes.

6,031 perks up: Oh? Oh! Of course, what is it?

109 pulls up a hologram of the DNA Booster: Have you ever heard of the DNA Booster?

6,031 looks curious and excited: No, Elder, I haven't.

110 looks like they don't like this idea, 111 is confused.

109, switching out the pictures: Well, let me explain. A kiraq scientist, formerly known as 8,543, the most successful and wisest scientist of all time and space, created this device. Essentially, he intended it to be used to improve any species to perfection. He was tasked with this by the Council, and according to him, he succeeded. However, he never gave us the finished project. Instead, he hid it and all the data on it that he could take from us. He was sentenced to death for his betrayal and is now among the Nameless.

6,031: Oh wow.

109: This was all eight years ago. Since then, we managed to track the hidden device all the way to the outskirts of the galaxy. Despite the scientist's efforts, the device has an easy to trace signal, and it'd hardly hidden at all. The whole galaxy knows it's location.

However, no one has been able to retrieve it.

6,031: How come?

109: We don't know. We're not even fully sure what the device is capable of, the creator of it could have strayed from orders and created something that the Council didn't request.

6,031: Alright. So what is my mission? Let me guess, researching and uncovering the stolen data?

109: We want you to retrieve the device.

6,031: … what?

109: As of now, the device is untouched on a planet known to us as Ear, it belongs to us and we want it back. (He dismisses the hologram.)

6,031: You want me to get it back?

110: Yes.

109: Before it attaches itself on some unsuspecting and wasteful life form.

111: We know you can do this for us, yes? You're a Kiraq Agent, you're scared of nothing.

6,031: … yes. Yes! Of course I can do this for you, easy. I will start today. Farewell, Elders!

110: Goodbye.

109, quietly: Good riddance.

6,031 runs off, leaving the slug canister.

110: 109, not all of the data of the device was lost. And it shows it's already been attached to a life form.

109: Yes, but Agent 6,031 doesn't know that.

111: Are you sure this is a good idea? That planet could kill her.

109: That's the idea.

110: We've never sent an Agent on a suicide mission without their knowledge before.

111: I agree. Agent 6,031 is just incompetent, not malicious. Just because everyone hates 6,031 doesn't mean we should do this.

109: Either this mission will be the training that 6,031 needs to become a functional member of society or it will kill her. Either way, she won't be our problem anymore. And it's not like we're purposely getting her killed.

110: Alright…

109: She'll arrive on the planet in a approximately seven days, and we'll make contact. Then the rest will be up to her.

The green slug plops on 109's head.

109 looks disgusted. 111 tries to grab the slug and it jumps, landing on 110's face.

110: Aaa!

Cut to 6,031, excited and running.

6,031: Wait, my slug. Sluggy??

Distant yelling from 110: It burns!

6,031 freezes: … I'm sure that's fine.

6,031 resumes running, less excited and more panicked, past an exploded area.

6,031 goes to her ship and climbs in: Z! Pull up all available data of planet Ear.

Holograms start pulling up of Earth and Z speaks.

Z: Ear, a planet outside of all imperial and rogue borders, called many different names by different governments, as it's host species has never initiated contact to correct the name. Known as Ear, Urtuh, Humania, the Storm planet, or the Inescapable. It's also the location of the coveted DNA Booster, belonging to Kiraq Forces.

6,031: Okay, okay. Keep going about the DNA Booster.

Z pulls up holograms of other aliens

Captain Irqouh (missing) - An orange-red creature with a long tail and a lab coat and funny looking goggles.

Joo (missing) - A shadow like creature with red eyes and sharp teeth.

Skeez and Bucz (missing) - Two tall, lanky gray guys, one with an eye patch, the other with a bandana, and both of them wearing pirate-esq clothes.

Se (admitted) - A purple, flexible thing that wears a white suit.

Chinchin (missing) - A little brown creature with 6 arms, a tail, and a thin body, only like three feet tall.

Farure (missing) - A deer like creature, furry with antlers and spots.

General Tu-so (missing) - A robot-creature hybrid with one eye and electric veins.

Z: Many species have attempted to retrieve the device, but no one has come back in one piece.

6,031, points to Se: This guy came back.

Z: But not in one piece. He was missing both his arms when he returned and has recently been admitted into an insane asylum.

These people were able to learn a few things about the planet and send it to galactic archives before their disappearances. The inhabitants seem to be minimally intelligent and speak a language remarkably similar to the Galactic Common Language. A few species were recorded.

Holograms of woodpeckers, crows, humans, and ants appear.

Z: Other than that, Planet Ear is a mystery. Why do you want to know about this planet?

6,031, visibly nervous: Well, our next mission is to find the DNA Booster on Planet Ear…

Z: Oh no. No no no, that's a suicide mission, absolutely not. They might as well send you into the pits of Gargathol or the jaws of a trantor.

6,031: No, the Elders and the Council know best, they know I can handle this mission.

Z: Agent 6,031, you're not understanding. No one has survived this mission except for one person, and he came back so bad he might as well have been dead.

Z pulls up footage of Se, raving.

Se: And they had teeth… Huge teeth… Beasts of water, they were beasts of water I tell you! They ripped me apart! (Se charges at someone, gnashing his teeth and gets tazed, and yelps) Why won't you listen! They're going to destroy us!

6,031 looks scared as the footage ends.

Z: This is a suicide mission. Kiraq hasn't sent anyone at all to retrieve the Booster because it's that bad. Please don't do this.

6,031: I have no choice. I already agreed to it… It can't be that bad.

Z: You're literally scared of seris. (He pulls up an image of 6,031 running from what looks like cats.)

6,031: Because they are venomous! And Kiraq Agents aren't scared of anything.

Z: Yeah well, if you have issues with a group of innocent seris, how do you think you'd fare against a human?? They're the lead species of the planet, and we know very little about them. Just that they are vicious when provoked and actually become more powerful under pressure, stress, and fear. They are one of the most deadly recorded species because of this.

6,031: I'll have to avoid them and get the Booster without them noticing me.

Z: 6,031, please…

6,031: I've made up my mind. (She takes the ship controls.) Planet Ear, here we come. After a stop at Replenish Dock 4.

Z: As you wish…

Show a frame of 6,031's ship leaving Kiraq.

Show 6,031 in the cockpit, munching bread.

Z: Was the che bread really necessary?

6,031: Yes it was, Z! It was the last one and who knows when I'll be able to eat something this sweet again.

Z: You're ridiculous.

Show the ship flying through space.

#my ocs #oc rp blog #oc rp #agent 6031 #fastenwick

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