#but it'll happen sooner if I'm not the one tracking the post down

[duskyashe]

NaNoWriMo Day #8

[masterlist] [part two]

Prompt found here

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It was summer break, and Danny was lost in the Infinite Realms. He wasn't too worried, now that he'd officially been crowned the High King, his subjects had mostly stopped attacking Amity Park, and he was eager to finally get some exploring done now that he could take a break. Jazz, Sam, and Tucker knew Danny was, his parents thought he was spending the week at Tucker's, and he had Clockwork's promise that Danny would make it home by the end of the week no matter how long he was stuck in the Realms, so he was golden. The only thing he'd forgotten was the map of the Infinite Realms that would tell him where he was and how to get back home, but he'd been working with Wulf on making his own portals, so if he really needed to, he had a way out.

But that was just in case, for now, he was just having fun being lost. There were so many things to see and places to explore! Like where he was exploring currently, it was this old gothic theatre with surrounding alleys, there were hidey-holes and hidden storage rooms, and there was an old fashioned elevator floor, this place had everything!

"Martha, there seems to be someone here," a man's voice came from around the corner ahead of him. Danny froze, not sure what to do. W-was this someone's haunt?! It didn't look occupied when he first found it!

"Oh, the poor dear! I thought Bruce had put an end to theatre shootings, though?" A woman, likely Martha, responded. She sounded genuinely worried and confused as to why he was there, and that... That gave Danny pause. Because that wasn't the normal reaction of a ghost whose haunt had been intruded upon.

The man sighed. "Martha, dear, you know he prefers to go by Batman when wearing the cowl. I've told you before, we should respect our son's wishes."

Their son is Batman?! Does that mean Batman's a ghost?

"I know, I know, but Thomas, that's not the important part! There's someone in the theatre when there shouldn't be! What if they're hurt, or lost, or confused? We need to help them!" Martha exclaimed.

Danny took an unneeded breath and floated forward, a sheepish grin on his face. "Uh, hi there," he said, giving a small wave. In front of him were two gothically dressed ghosts, one male and the other female. The woman, Martha, was wearing a dark green and black striped ball gown, a line of golden buttons decorating the front of the bodice. Thomas, her partner, was wearing a matching green overcoat with black trim, and a matching pair of black dress pants and dress shirt, with a classy top hat, golden buttons, and cufflinks to finish the look. They both had black hair and glowing blue eyes, and both had a small golden bat pinned to their chest above their hearts. They both seemed surprised to see him, maybe they expected him to be hiding somewhere deeper in the theatre?

Martha seemed to come to her senses before Thomas, and was soon hovering right in front of him, pale fingers ghosting over his face and arms with a concerned look on her face. "Oh, you're just a child! You poor dear, you must be so confused! Where are you from, if you don't mind me asking? You certainly don't feel like one of ours, were you visiting Gotham when you died?"

Danny leaned back slightly, flustered and unsure what she was talking about. "I, uh, I've never been to Gotham? I was born and raised in Amity Park? I-I technically died there, too, but that's a bit of a story. Um, what exactly do you mean, I don't feel like one of yours?"

Turned out, if someone highly influential to a city or town died in either a highly traumatic or a sufficiently influential way, they became the spirit of that city or town. Thomas and Martha Wayne were highly respected and looked up to by all of Gotham before they were murdered, and while their deaths weren't exactly traumatic enough at the time for them to have become the spirits of Gotham, they did inspire their son, well known billionaire Bruce Wayne, to become the vigilante and Justice League founder Batman. Once Batman became well known across Gotham, the couple were elevated in status and the previous spirit of Gotham was relieved of their duties. A brief tangent revealed that the spirit of a city or a town had different duties depending on what their city or town needed. For Gotham, and more specifically Thomas and Martha, it was being a beacon of hope and change as well as helping their family's fight to better the city and minimize crime.

"So," Danny said slowly. "Because I'm the protector of Amity Park, does that make me Amity's spirit?"

Thomas shook his head. "It doesn't quite work like that, son. Not every town or every city has a spirit, and a city or town spirit can't be less than fully dead, unlike other powerful positions, such as the High King."

"Not to mention," Martha spoke up, "that as the High King, you can't hold any other ghostly position of power, or else the balance would destabilize, sending all of reality into chaos. As such, the oaths of the High King include the renouncing of any and all former ghostly appointments that might interfere with the balance. It's part of why the Observants never tried taking the throne from Pariah Dark, to be honest."

Danny sat there, thinking over everything he'd just learned. Honestly, he'd learned more about his kingdom, subjects, and the culture that goes with it in one conversation than he had in the entire time he'd been a halfa. "There's so much I don't know, isn't there?" Danny asked after a moment.

Thomas and Martha smiled comfortingly. "Don't worry," Thomas said as he put an arm around Danny's shoulder. "You have time to learn it all, though some of this you really should have learned before making your oaths. I'd like to have words with your guardian, they appear to have been slacking in their duties."

Danny's mind blanked. Guardian? Surely, not his parents. Though. This seemed to be another ghostly thing, so probably—"Clockwork? Or... Maybe Pandora, or Frostbite? I'm... Not actually sure who my guardian is, are they supposed to let me know they're my guardian? Also, how does that work, how does someone become the guardian of a younger ghost?"

"You don't know your own guardian?" Martha cried in disbelief.

"Danny, may I take a look at your core? I feel we'll get more answers that way, but I wouldn't want to impose," Thomas asked gently.

"Why would that be an imposition?" Danny asked.

Martha gently took his hand in hers. "A ghost's core makes up everything that is them, their likes, their dislikes, their personality, their obsession, even their bonds. To let someone look at your core is to trust them with your very soul. Never let someone look at your core unless you trust them with everything you hold dear, alright?"

Shocked, Danny nodded. There was a lot he didn't know. "O-okay, um, yeah, you can look at it, Thomas," he breathed shakily. "I trust you."

Danny did not have a guardian. He had fright-mates in the form of his liminal sister and friends, but he didn't have a guardian or really any other bonds. Thomas raged and Martha cried and the both of them begged him to choose someone to be his guardian. He was a baby ghost, halfa or not, and his core needed the support of a guardian in order to not overwork itself trying to protect him, and end up hurting him instead, potentially permanently. They cautioned him that, with how powerful he already was, his guardian would have to be quite powerful, themselves, like an ancient or a tribe leader. When Danny asked if a city spirit or two would work, they both hugged him so tightly and so warmly that he melted into the embrace, frozen tears falling from his eyes.

"So, does this make me Batman's little brother?" Danny asked with a sniffle sometime later, after the couple agreed to be Danny's guardians.

Martha gasped and put a hand to her mouth, looking to Thomas with mirth in her eyes. "Bruce always wanted a sibling, growing up," she agreed with a laugh.

Thomas smiled at both of them. "Danny even looks the part when he's human!"

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Two weeks after Danny's ghostly adoption saw Danny giggling to himself as he walked up the front steps of Wayne Manor with his backpack hanging from his shoulder. He knocked politely and waited for Alfred, the butler and his brother's father figure, to answer. When he did, he took one look at Danny and smirked. "They're in the family media room, master Danny. Would you like some tea?"

Danny grinned and nodded. "You're the man, Alfred. They suspect anything?"

"Not a thing, master Danny. I shall be recording everything via the security cameras, just as the master and madam requested. Nothing will be missed. I'll bring the tea in when things have calmed down," Alfred said as he started walking back to the kitchen.

He suppressed a maniacal laugh. This was going to be awesome.

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MWAHAHA!!! I SUCCESSFULLY MANAGED TO WORK IN A WAY OF ADDING ONTO THIS FICLET WITH AN ALREADY EXISTING PROMPT!ヽ⁠(⁠`⁠Д⁠´⁠)⁠ﾉ Now. If someone could find me the post about the spirits of cities, specifically Gotham, that'd be great. I know there IS one, cuz that's what spawned the fic "A Change in Management" over on AO3 (I'll provide a link and proper citing later), I just can't find it (⁠^⁠～⁠^⁠;⁠)⁠ゞ

I'm really happy I managed to finish this, because holy heck, my day was just... Really crazy (⁠；⁠^⁠ω⁠^⁠）but it was worth it for y'all (⁠◠⁠‿⁠・⁠)⁠—⁠☆

Have a good morning/day/night!

[multifandoms27-blog]

Your last post got me thinking and now I wanna request this: how do Megumi, Yuji, Gojo, and Nanami react to their partner being kidnapped? Could get angsty

OH MY! Good thinking, anon 👀

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Content: Megumi x gn!Reader, Yuji x gn!Reader, Gojo x gn!Reader, and Nanami x gn!Reader (all separate)

Warnings: Kidnapping mentions, violence, Megumi and Yuji putting trackers on your phone

Notes: I'm currently experimenting with my layout. I want my stuff to look more organized :3 Also, Megumi and Yuji are 18+ here

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❥ Megumi Fushiguro

Y'all...

He is FREAKING OUT

Not like bouncing all over the walls, but he is anxious and fidgety

Hounds Gojo to help find you

Feels like he cannot rest until you're found

He can't think about what your kidnapper has done to you, or else he starts getting angry

When that happens, he'll break anything in his hands and wont realize until someone points it out

Has nightmares about you screaming out for him and dying, so he starts avoiding sleep

Basically goes through a bought of depression and insomnia

Doesn't confide in Yuji or Gojo or Nobara or Nanami or anyone. He can't afford to when he can use that time looking for you

When he does find you, he is going to MURDER whoever took you

Brutally maims the person, kills any curse nearby, basically does the whole mission himself

Once he gets you back, he's not going to let you go

He's going to be crying once you two are alone and you're all patched up, whimpering about how much he loves you and how much he missed you

In the months and even year that follows, perhaps even indefinitely, he's going to stay by your side throughout everything. Eventually he lightens up and gives you some space, but it'll never be like how it was before

I don't think he'd use tracking apps, or at least for the first few months after you recover he'll put one on both of your phones, but then tells you you can delete it if you want

If you delete it, he'll delete his. But if you don't delete it, then he wont delete his either and never bring up deleting it again

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❥ Yuji Itadori

Distraught. Severely distraught.

He blames himself for not being there to help you when you needed him most

He blames himself for not being strong or smart enough to figure out where you are and get you back

Cries a lot while you're gone

He won't verbally confide in anyone, but he will cry on the others' shoulders if they offer it

Like Megumi, he has a lot of nightmares about you screaming out for him or being tortured to death, but he also has nightmares of you degrading him and calling him useless

Falls into a deep depression, and is no longer that little ball of sunshine everyone knew

When he finally figures out where you are, he runs there with Gojo immediately

Gojo takes care of majority of the enemies because you're one of his precious students

Yuji is the one to take down the big boss who took you in the first place, and he does so ruthlessly

Even Sukuna is a little amazed at Yuji's violence

When he gets you back, he's going to be crying and holding you like you've just died in his arms

Doesn't even leave when Shoko is bandaging you up, which kind of annoys her

He's going to be crying and clinging to you for a while

Only once Shoko leaves does he give you so, so, so many kisses and tells you how awful it was being without you, and that he's sorry he wasn't able to get to you sooner, or stop the kidnapping altogether for that matter

He's gonna want to know where you are at all times once you recover

Only with your consent will he put tracking apps on both of your phones, and it'll notify each other when you leave certain places. He got the idea from Megumi, and was supported by Sukuna

He wanted you to also know where he is, since he felt it was unfair that only he would know where you are

Eventually he stops crying and frowning, and slowly goes back to the happy Yuji everybody knows, just with added security and safety on to you

He also never ever told you how much he really blamed himself for your kidnapping

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❥ Gojo Satoru

Oh damn uh

His demeanor quickly collapses

He tries to keep it together for the kids, but even they can tell he's a little fucked up from it

Does everything in his power to try to find you, and figure out how this even happened

He doesn't isolate himself like Megumi though, he works with the others to find you faster

Gojo is, in reality, very smart as we all know. So it wont take long for him to find you

Even though he fears the worst has happened to you, he doesn't show it and storms the place with murderous intent

Cannot keep his cool as everyone storms the building

Normally Gojo is in a fight till the end, but he isn't even entirely focused on everything around him. Instead; Nanami, Yuji, Megumi and Nobara mainly take care of everything around him

Gojo uses purple on whoever kidnapped you - no questions asked. He wants that person erased from existence.

When he gets you back, he'll hold you as tight as he ever has before, before muttering "I love you" then taking you home

Gojo for the most part says nothing, in fear of breaking down into tears if he does

Even Nanami has to encourage him to say something to you

Eventually he does once Shoko is done with you, asking if you're alright, what you endured, and then apologizing for not being there to stop it

Unlike his students, he wouldn't put trackers on your phone. Instead he'll keep you around almost 24/7

He's glued to your side no matter what. He cannot afford to lose you again.

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❥ Nanami Kento

Probably the most sensible and calm one out of the bunch

Now, not in the sense that you've been taken, no

Of course he's anxious, but he's just not frantic about it

Holds up hope that you're alright and stalling for your life until he can come in and help you

Probably works alone on it, or prefers too

Obviously when Gojo and the others heard of your kidnapping, they pitched in to help

Nanami isn't one to outwardly complain to anybody but you, but on this matter he could excuse working in teams. He comes to prefer it, actually, when Megumi brings up a good point

Megumi gave Nanami his signature glare. "Teams of people helping find (Y/n)-sensei will go a lot faster and benefit us more than if you were to continue working alone."

Nanami looked down at the boy in thought. The messy-haired boy had a point. And so, he reluctantly nodded, accepting their help.

I feel like Nanami would find you a lot quicker than the others, just because of his efficiency

He would also probably head there alone, not expecting the others to be right behind him.

"You didn't think we'd leave the rescue mission up to you, did you?!" Yuji exclaimed with a grin, breaking a guy's nose.

When Nanami finds you, he holds you close and cradles you as if you're dead

He says nothing, like Gojo

Holds your hand while Shoko patches you up, then leaves for a brief moment to thank everyone and update them on your condition

Returns and remains by your side

I feel like he's the only one that wouldn't constantly be by your side or put any kind of tracker on your phone

Once you fully recovered, he's fine

Of course he's going to be anxious if you don't text him back or call him back within the normal time window you usually do, but that's about it

Your first night home is when Nanami unloads everything, breaks down and holds you, telling you how much he loves you

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Here is my Masterlist in case you want to request, or look for more of your favorite character!

[vivisection-and-vampyrism]

Home Sweet Home part five

Content Warnings: Sunlight, Severe Burns, Stockholm Syndrome, Dissociation, Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, Human Whumpers, Vampire Whumpees

Note: I didn't front yesterday so I missed Home Sweet Home Wednesday. Have this a day late.

October was having one of those… reality dissolving episodes. For lack of a better description.

The kind where nothing around it felt quite real, and it could barely process what anyone around it was saying or doing. It hated these episodes.

They were annoying, but not quite aggravating. Like a mild itch it just couldn't reach. Only inside its brain rather than on some odd patch of skin.

Keeping track of what was occurring would prove important. Just until it got over itself.

They were outside now. A bright sun shone in the sky, its light painful despite October's red tinted glasses. That was probably what had caused the episode, even though it knew it wasn't the one about to be punished.

Odessa's wrists and ankles were bound to the railing of the porch, with the nasty silver chains Falkner kept in his garage. Not particularly surprising. They couldn't have her running away, now could they?

Finally able to apply rational thought to its situation, October began to feel better. Just a little more thinking now, and it could find its way out of the mental fog just in time to enjoy the spectacle those hunters were about to put on.

They were talking. It needed to pay attention to what was being said. That was important.

But all it could hear was the neighbor's sprinkler, and the mildly busy suburban roads surrounding the neighborhood. All the words coming from human tongues sounded like gibberish.

It was as though October had completely forgotten English after all its hard work to learn. Then again, it doubted it could even understand its native Arabic in this peculiar state of mind.

Falkner snapped his fingers under October's nose. "Are you listening?"

Suddenly, under threat of punishment, October could understand what he was saying. The world around it was still covered in a dream-like film, but that would pass.

"No, sorry," October apologized. "I was spacing out. I'll do better, I promise."

"You didn't miss anything important," Crawford said dismissively.

"Do you think we actually need to tie the boy out in the sun, or should we just shove him out there and watch him melt?" Hydra asked. "I doubt he'll make it very far."

"Let's see," October said, a sudden sadistic mood overcoming its anxieties.

Technically, it wasn't supposed to be the one punishing Odessa via torturing Pavel. But it wasn't like Falkner actually gave a fuck. It could get away with murder, so long as its victim wasn't human.

Pavel still had a blank eyed expression, and only reacted to being shoved off the porch when sunlight made direct contact with his skin.

Then he simply screamed bloody murder, desperately trying to cover his face, hindered by the chains binding his arms behind his back.

It was frankly pathetic.

October fell utterly in love with the sound of Pavel's screams. It secretly wished for Odessa to fuck up again just so it could continue listening to him. Or maybe it would just find its own ways of tormenting him. His crying was probably even prettier.

"Very nice," Falkner said appreciatively. "You're right Hydra, don't think he's going anywhere."

"I'm sorry!" Odessa shrieked. "I'm sorry! I don't know what else you want me to say, but I'll say it! Stop it! Just stop!"

"This is a punishment," Falkner said, sounding almost bored. "The more you complain, the longer it'll last. Maybe now you'll learn something."

Odessa bit her tongue, silent tears rolling down her cheeks. For once, she didn't look angry, but terrified beyond all reason. This filled October with a twisted sense of satisfaction. If she had listened to it sooner, this wouldn't be happening.

Unlike his sister, who couldn't even bear to look upon Pavel's misery, October took great pleasure in watching his burns graduate to first degree to second degree. It leaned forward on the balcony, getting as close as it dared without risk of being burned.

"He's not as tough as October was," Ivor observed. "How strange. You would think all vampires would react the same."

October was used to being talked about like it wasn't there, and didn't bother responding to Ivor's words.

Pavel's burns were now reaching the third degree stage. The bubbling white blisters charred over in a deep shade of gray, and the half of his face not pressed to the ground was beginning to look like, well, not a face.

The only mercy afforded was that he had been allowed to keep his clothes, so most of his body was protected by several layers of cotton. He had stopped screaming now, probably because his tongue was too badly damaged.

"I think that's good," Falkner said, showing a little more restraint than usual. "Go get him."

Ivor and Hydra stepped off the porch, and hauled Pavel to his feet. He couldn't support his own weight, but it still wasn't difficult to bring him back into the shade.

October thought he looked even cuter with half his face charred into oblivion, but didn't say so out loud.

"Now," Falkner said. "What have we learned?"

"I'm sorry," Odessa said, choking back her tears. "Please, do whatever you want, just don't hurt him anymore."

"That doesn't answer the question. I suggest cooperating, unless you want to see your brother hurt again."

Odessa stared down at the ground as she spoke, deeply ashamed of every word that came from her mouth. "I learned to behave. I won't talk back. Or make a fuss. I care too much about my brother."

"Very good. You're a fast learner." Falkner smiled, more cruel than happy. "I think we can go back inside now."

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[wolfsbanesparks]

💥

Thank you so much for the ask!

💥Is there a chapter, scene, or WIP you're most excited to write? Share a snippet or tell us about it!

Okay I have two that I'm super excited about. I've mentioned both of them before but now I've officially started writing them! I'm not sure when I'll start posting them but it'll be sooner rather than later!

Check out below the cut for short teasers/excerpts of both!

1. Pretty Little Thing: while searching for missing kids, Billy gets kidnapped by a serial killer. The JL must track down their missing teammate even though they don't know his identity.

Exerpt:

No one was going to save him.

Billy had already come to terms with that a long time ago. He was pretty sure that no one was even looking for him. It was pointless to pretend, to give himself the false hope of a brightly colored hero swooping in to take him to safety. It’s not like anyone had come for any of the others before him.

Billy tugged uselessly at the chains holding him place. His head was pounding and his entire body shook with the effort it took to keep himself upright. The gag they had given him scraped his mouth raw, leaving the taste of blood in his mouth. Tears welled up in his eyes, the salt stinging the cuts on his face as he desperately tried to scrub them away.

Tears were pointless here. Crying just meant that they had won. That they had broken him. It meant that he was just as weak and pathetic as they told him he was. He wasn’t going to do it. He had to be strong. He had to be. He was a hero. They couldn’t break him because that would mean they were done with him. It meant that they could get rid of him. That they could move on, snatch some other kid off the streets and do this to them.

Billy wasn’t going to waste his breath or his prayers on calling for help he knew wasn’t going to come. Superheroes only came for kids that mattered. Ones that people would actually miss. He was nothing and no one.

The only person he could rely on was himself. That much had always been true. If he wanted to survive he had to save himself.

2. One Last Chance: After getting caught shoplifting, Billy is put into a group home and assigned a mentor to help get him back on the straight and narrow. His mentor? One Lois Lane.

Exerpt:

"Billy,” Mrs. Glover sighed as if using his name was a great effort on her part. “We need to talk about your future, about what is going to happen to you.”

Billy tensed at that. Those words were never good. He wasn’t sure what he was in store for but he knew it was probably worse than he had initially thought. “Okay,” he said, trying to squash the flutter of nerves. “So when are my new foster parents coming to pick me up.”

Mrs. Glover pursed her lips into a thin line. She slowly took off her glasses and set them on the table in front of her and then she folded her hands together. When she looked at him he was struck by just how tired she looked. Dark circles under her eyes were still visible under her make up and her forehead had new worry lines etched into it.

“There is no family coming to pick you up.”

Icy dread pooled in Billy’s stomach. “Then what…?” he didn’t even know how to finish that sentence.

“I have exhausted every resource I have. There just isn’t anyone willing to take you in after all the trouble you’ve caused at your other homes.”

“Trouble I caused? They’re the ones who–”

“And now theft? It was hard enough finding you a home when your trouble making streak didn’t break any laws." She sighed again. “I’ve been talking to the officers. I can get them to lessen the charges and get you a light probation, but without anyone to take you in, I’m not sure how much good it will do you.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean we’re running out of options.”

“So what i’m…going to juvie?”

“There is one other option. It’s a new program looking for volunteers. If you agree to sign up with them, they’ll put you up in a large group home. You’ll be paired up with a mentor and a probation officer. If you cooperate, if you stay put, you can come out the other side of this with a sealed record and a second chance. I promise you that is much better than the alternative.”

“What if I don’t like it?”

“It’s either this or juvie. Those are the only options left for you. I wish things could be different, but they’re not and we have to live with that. Now are you going to behave for once in your life, or are you going to force me to tell those police officers that they can take you to prison?”

[lizzieblabbers]

octobery bery long ????

so remember the vacation entry i promised to post?? well... in my defense, tho, life came in the way and i had to prioritize urgent big girl stuff so i really had no time to sit down in front of my laptop and recall all my province memories

but it's sitting sa drafts na, will not set a date anymore, it'll just... be up

so anyway

october was so long wtf hHASDHADHA

tODAY'S THE TENTH AND I FINALLY FOUND THE WORDS EHEHEHEH (see cleaning is the key)

so, october, to put it simply, is challenging yet rewarding. (big words from a big girl lyke me 8D *winks*

as i've mentioned in my previous post, i hadn't really had much time to kool down from the province high because i needed to be the adult that i am as soon as i arrived. it did not help that the professors had already started discussions and of course with those are activities with deadlines that were sooner than i had expected.

now, i really meant it when i said that october was sooooooo looong. or was it because i had too much on my plate that i barely had the time to rest and let time pass by? either way, it was the longest month i had this year because a lot was going on.

first week of october, i had to go somewhere, ALONE, without any idea of what am i gonna do there.

OKAY I HAVE TO STOP HERE its ten pm and i am fucking sleepy (yeah it be like that sometimes) im gonna continue this tomorrow

hi today's the day after tomorrow and wtf am i doing with my life

i have decided not to pursue the vacation post because i felt like i have already said enough about it in my previous entries (albeit trying to tone it down for, well, the said separate entry) and i think it would just be redundant??? idk, im messed up like that

ANYWAY OCTOBER

so much has happened this past month that i can't really keep track of everything. october taught me a lot of lessons which i guess i can generally apply to all aspects of my life.

for one, it taught me that life isn't and will never be black and white. there are tons of gray areas existing that we should maybe look at and examine its relevance and how it affects each of us. not saying we should always justify everything, but you know... it wouldn't hurt to have another approach to life

anyhoo why am i getting all wisdom-y word-y here, im not that smart

my october mainly revolved on school and adulting responsibilities, alongside some realizations. as for school, it took me a while to adjust to the new academic year because there has been a lot of necessary changes for a less-stressful semester but all in all i'm fine now and already on the process of hooking myself back up to how i was before the vacay.

as for adulting responsibilities, well... october 2023 is when i first received a salary for doing something!!! yay :D immediately put it in a savings account and stopped myself from buying unnecessary stuff because i really want to practice this until i already have a job (FUCK THIS ADULT THING IS GETTING REALER ANY MINUTE) and as much as possible, save save save because i know im gonna need a lot if i want to sleep peacefully at night

guess that's the highlight of my month? won't dwell too much on the negative shits because (1) i can't really remember them aotm, and (2) i don't want to remember them anymore

in case of a relapse, however, i would definitely head straight here and let out everything i think about

THAT'S IT FOR OCTOBER, THANK YEW

bubhyYEE