#Reality of the Game

[sparkler-v]

He remembered the stories Sparkler had told, of a little girl who'd once struggled with the glitch in her code. Before learning how to turn it as an asset, a super power as Sparkler described where it no longer hindered her. It instead added to her, made her stronger in a way no one believed she could be.

Here he was thinking of the little girl. Of how she'd done it all on her own, and how it felt a little less impossible for him to do it as well. Though how? Where even to start? He understood how difficult this would be, how unlikely it was he would reclaim his freedom in the skies with just a few days of work. This would be a constant in his life, something he'd always be learning from and adapting to. Until hopefully one day it became as second nature as drawing an arrow. He had to believe he could do it, he was more then willing to the work as he had with learning to fly, to use a bow, to perfect his father's recipes, to understand and befriend Irene. He just needed to figure out where to begin.

"Hmm, alright!"

Jay's head jerked at her voice, lifting his head as he looked over.

"What...?"

"You wanna learn how to control your glitch? I'll help you with that."

Breath catching, Jay suddenly perked up as a hopeful smile pulled at the corners of his beak.

"You know how to control a glitch?"

"Oh!" Sparkler’s eyes widened before she shook her head, "Oh no. No no no. I don't have a clue how Vanellope does it. But uh I wouldn't mind helpin' you figure it out. I owe you anyway."

Letting out a sigh, Jay leaned onto his knees again as he clasped his hands together.

"I don't even know where to begin."

"Hm, how 'bout with just holdin' stuff while glitching," she suggested with a shrug, "You wanna fight an' all, but ta do that you've gotta make sure you don't drop your bow."

Jay remained silent for a moment, before chuckling softly and smiling over at her.

"Yeah. That sounds like a good starting point."

Certainly no one would begrudge him that... But it would be a difficult task, to say the least. Especially when the only one any of them knew with a glitch that was under control was likely far away and oblivious to what was happening to her friends.

If he wanted his glitch under control before this disaster was over, he would have to learn to tame it without any guidance. Without the added knowledge and experience of someone who had lived with the same condition for who knew how long... It would be hard. Extremely hard, without help. But if one person had done it... maybe he could, too.

[eridan-ampora]

baby animals move like theyre playing a new video game & havent figured out the controls yet

[linkcharacter]

Hanging out

[queerstudiesnatural]

funny how celebrities will raise $26M for a fashion institute but can't be bothered to mobilise even a fraction of that energy and money to help the people being tortured and killed in an unapologetic genocide as we speak. love that for society. what a moment for The Culture.

[thehumanwiki]

game changer is great because we can go from a bunch of stand-ups getting enrichment in their enclosure to eight hot ppl pretending to be drunk and going completely insane

[sparkler-v]

poor grumpy moblin. don't worry buddy I'll help you rebuild your fruit pyramid.

For a moment the Moblin only stares at you. A deep frown pulling at the layers of wrinkles on their face, as a huff left their long snout. An act similar to that of a stubborn mule, as their eyes searched for anything suspicious or even remotely fishy about you.

The moment turns to two, followed by three until it seems you passed whatever criteria making you worthy in the Moblin's eyes. A fact you could be certain of as they nodded their head with the entirety of their neck and shoulders. Before grabbing you up by the back of your shirt and carrying you, swinging you with every step towards the tumbled pile of apples spread throughout the grass.

Hope you enjoy stacking!

[the-meme-monarch]

was thinking abt how anya sleeps by the polle statue. which is motion activated to start talking.

+ i like drawing polle as a Character

[malinaa]

if i think about the hunger games in peeta's perspective i WILL start sobbing

[reality-official]

Fuck it, I see this all over my feed, so I'm gonna join in.

If this gets 500 notes, I'll try to go outside once a day. ✔️

if this gets 1k notes, I'll start working on my book again. ✔️

If this gets 2k notes, I'll ask a teacher to call me by my chosen name. ✔️

if this gets 3k notes, I'll get more serious about learning Russian and French. ✔️

If this gets 4k notes, I'll get more serious about singing. ✔️

If this gets 5k notes, I'll ask to get a bass.(electric instrument(NOT THE FISH))✔️

doing this on this blog cause it gets more attention and shit.

Welp, time to stratagize which teacher to tell.

Guys, I'm not getting a fish.

I did not think we would ever get to 3000 fucking notes. thank you

GUYS! 4K AND 5K WERE JUST RANDOMS ONES I CAME UP WITH BECAUSE I DIDN'T LIKE LEAVING IT AT 3K STOP

You can stop now, we reached 5k.

y'all, i haven't looked at this post in months, I'm still not getting a fish. Hell, I haven't looked at this blog in a while.

Haven't been on this blog since a while ago idk why the fuck did i get a notification on this post i ain't getting the fish y'all

[sparkler-v]

Offering just a thumbs up and a shaky grin, Sparkler bolted off with a bright flash of light. A blue bolt zigzaging its way through the vault, while expertly avoiding the vital codes and wires communicating with one another within its space. Leaving Zelda to continue her work alone with Twilight, as Sparkler reformed further off where the codes for the trees and foliage likely resided.

sparkler-v​:

wild-champion​:

Zelda glanced up from her search for the pedestal.

“Um… A bit of both. He is sentient and can talk to Link, but he is also completely stationary - only his face can move as he speaks.”

Sparkler’s hands continued to hover before the open code, as she stared at the files with increasing discomfort. Her fingers rubbing one another as her mouth grew thin, before she whirled away. Shutting the code with a wave of her hand.

“Ya know what?!” Sparkler suddenly announced with a painful grin, “I think I’m gunna go check on those trees an’ shrubs… Ya. I’m gunna do that…”

Zelda blinked up at her… but didn’t push for a reason.

“Alright…”

[churchofthemimic]

darkness before the dawn

[found-in-retro-game-mags]

Blair Witch Vol 1-3 ad (Computer Games #120, Nov. 2000)

[teratomatica]

you always land on all fours

[cqnnamongirl]

tumblr and fictional men are the only thing keeping me alive tbfh

[moonsnqil]

aftg au where neil/nathaniel died in baltimore and andrew knows he's dead, he didnt stop fighting until he had autopsy reports and a closed casket in front of him. andrew knows he died that night but a week later, a week spent rotting and shoving everyone away, he sees neil. blue eyes clear as water, his hair still glows in the sun, when andrew reaches out he knows none of this is real. neil josten is dead, matt has an empty dorm and someone is already adding nathaniel wesninski to a true crime podcast. he knows none of this is real but it's easier to accept a hallucination than it is to accept that he failed, that another person has been snatched away from him. so andrew goes to practice and sometimes he misses balls because neil is on the court aiming left but aaron shot right. he goes to edens and can feel neil's weight behind him as he carries the drink tray back to their table. he watches nicky play games on the xbox and he hears all of neil's commentary. when he's alone, he talks to neil. andrew had always been great at being silent but never with neil. and he knows none of this is real but it's easier to confide in neil now that he's so intimately familiar with his absence. they trade truths and secrets and neil tells him about oklahoma and andrew knows they never talked about oklahoma and he's just remembering a conversation he heard on disney channel when he was eleven. he lights two cigarettes and sees neil smoke it but doesn't dwell on how quickly the flame dies out. he only mentions it once, to bee. when he says "i keep seeing neil" and bee says she understands, people leave traces of themselves all around us, he never brings it up again. it's not like she's wrong on that front either. neil's locker still has an unwashed jersey inside, the phone charger he never used is still shoved somewhere underneath the passenger seat of the maserati, all the clothes andrew bought him are still in a drawer. matt doesn't spend a lot of time in his room anymore. when andrew says "i hate you" and he truly means it, neil says "i know" and his cheeks dimple. andrew knows this isn't normal, nothing about this is okay, his mental stability is a far cry from being good but he thinks maybe having neil beside him, haunting him like this, is better than a reality where andrew is alone. so they follow each other around like ducklings and wymack looks at him like he's a ticking time bomb because in no world does neil josten die and andrew simply moves on. andrew's nightmares have shifted from being seven and begging to watching neil fight for life on a grimy basement floor but it's okay because when he wakes up he gets to hold neils hand and it's a little cold but the divots between his knuckles feel the same as before so he can blame it on the weather. andrew watches neil's banner go up next to seth's on the court and andrew almost wants to laugh because seth is dead but neil is right here, neil is talking about being court, but no that's not right either. neil is dead, andrew knows this. but then how could neil be dead when he's still buying andrew ice cream and pushing all his buttons? they sit a little too close to the edge of the roof nowadays and neil tells him that they could fall but they might not die because it's only four stories so really it's no guarantee. neil tells andrew he has to be careful because what about aaron, what about kevin, his deals and his promises. he keeps his promises, it's what he's good at. he's pretty sure kevin knows something is wrong but is trying to pretend like it's not. they're the same in that regard, really. andrew knows neil is dead, abby's files label him as deceased, but he thinks he likes being haunted. if it means neil is still there, still planning a future and running his mouth, andrew thinks he could convince himself baltimore never happened. maybe neil was never something tangible to begin with.