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[anistarrose]

[ID from alt:

Lynne from Ghost Trick in her angry sprite, text to a text post reads: "Kill me once, shame on you. Kill me twice, how did you do that." with an addition reading: "Kill me three times, this timeloop fucking sucks".

Cabanela's confidently smiling sprite next to an edited Wikipedia screenshot. It's a section menu reading: "Life, Serving Cunt, Death, Resurrection, Serving Cunt 2.0".

Lynne smiling, next to a textpost that reads: "I pull the pin and throw the grenade straight up. Then I throw the pin straight up, and it slides right back into the grenade in midair, disarming it. When the grenade lands, it bonks me in the skull, killing me."

The pigeon man/superintendent, next to a tweet reading: "Occasionally I'll get a sudden powerful urge to grab a pigeon off the street and shove it in my bag, but apart from that everything's fine".

End ID.]

hey. hey you. play ghost trick

[genshin-hsr-rambles]

yo been a hot minute gt any hsr textmemes textpost you know the stuff the usual

Sure thing!

[wii-fit-trainer-vore-2x]

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[methemystery]

ghost trick textposts: me and the besties in the submarine edition!

ID: 9 screenshots of posts with Ghost Trick characters over them. They read as follows:

IMAGE 1: Sissel, frowning: "any body free tonight, i wanna check out the bottom of the ocean but not alone"

IMAGE 2: Sith: "Somewhere in the deep ocean there's a guy but you will never meet him" Visible faintly over the post is Yomiel, sweating profusely.

IMAGE 3: A post that reads, "i'm soo interested in characters that haunt the narrative like they are dead before the story even starts but god are they still there impacting things." Faintly visible over the post is Ray, the light of his lamp on.

IMAGE 4: A post that reads, "i know complicated villains are all the rage nowadays but i think there's something to be said for a villain like skeletor who is just like 'i hate fun. i hope bad things happen' like i respect that commitment." Faintly visible over the post is Sith.

IMAGE 5: Yomiel, grinning: "Be the reason why the lights flicker when you enter a room."

IMAGE 6: Yomiel and/or Sissel, shrugging: "'human-passing'"

IMAGE 7: Kamila, possessed by Yomiel: "*giggles cutely* i'm going to snap"

IMAGE 8: Ray, light on: "BTW i know everything but don't ask me any questions because i don't like it"

IMAGE 9: Yomiel, pensive: "due to personal reasons i will isolate myself and induce a deep empty void inside myself."

End ID.

[solradguy]

Got the GG2O art book short stories scanned and cleaned. The text needs ripped now and compiled into documents before translating can start. I’m not confident about how Google Translate’s text scanner is going to handle these giant columns of text though, so it may take a while if I have to write the Japanese text out manually. Either way, these will definitely be a backburner project. I think I will do them in the order they’re listed here in the image just to keep things a little more organized within my brain/to-do list. I have added a section to my pinned post for updates on these like how I did with Begin; to make it a bit easier for anyone who doesn’t live on tumblr to keep up with progress updates. 

The GGX Daisuke art tutorial was scanned/cleaned/posted (in Japanese) a while ago. I do have a bit of it translated and I don’t think it will be very hard to finish up next time I have a moment to work on it. That project will be short enough I’m not even making a tag for it.

[arnim]

“What is the purpose of ‘ze’? What are you using it for?”

pronouns

“Why not just use ‘she’?”

Because the character isn’t a girl? They don’t use ‘she’? They used ‘they’ until you said it was too confusing? So I switched it to ‘ze’ so can’t use the excuse of confusing ‘they’ the character with ‘they’ a group of animals or whatever.

“But why use ‘ze’?”

BECAUSE NONBINARY PRONOUNS

[ibis-gt]

@mushroom-gt sent me this textpost n asked me to draw cam saying it and who am i to deny the ppl what they want

[the-chief-feline]

The Cripple (3)

It had been ages.   Sarah hadn’t returned to her spot in the woods since her encounter with Jack.  She didn’t know why, she just...didn’t.

It wasn’t like she was afraid...right?

She sighed at the expansive forest around her.  Autumn was right around the corner; some of the trees had yellowing leaves on them already.  The weather was still nice, despite being so close to the temperate season.  Sarah limped onward, her right leg lagging behind from the constant use.  She grumbled slightly, stopping to re-position the limb and give it a rest.

She was only halfway there to the spot where she had ran into Jack.  She knew, of course, that he was awaiting her arrival.  She said ‘Maybe’.  Not yes, not no. She was just hoping he had forgotten.

Sarah was aching to get back to that spot.  Sure, it was close to the cliff that caused her crippling injury, but it was still the prettiest spot in the forest. Especially during the bridge between summer and autumn, as well as deep within autumn.  From the cliffs thousands of trees were visible, allowing for the most breathtaking sights.

If only the walk there wasn’t as breathtaking as the views.

By the time she even got close, Sarah was winded.  Her breaths were deep and heavy, and she sat on the ground with a small thud, letting her legs dangle over the side of the cliff.  She looked up at the sky, trying to calm her breathing.  In due time, her heart rate and oxygen intake returned to normal.  She looked out towards the trees, taking in the spectacular views of reds, oranges and yellows just peeking out of the greens that took up most of her vision, with the exception of the sky.

Raising her eyes from the trees, she took in the sky’s beautiful shade of blue. Big, fluffy, cumulonimbus clouds dotted the canvas, accented by the sun’s rays and shadows.  She smiled, feeling relaxed for the first time since she had returned home.  She took a deep breath in through her nose, taking in the crisp, clean smell of nature instead of the musky smell of civilization.

She reached to the side, grabbing a nearby rock.  Sarah examined the stone, taking in the light streaks and dark flecks sketched into the hunk of rock.  “Sedimentary,” she mumbled to herself.  “Lines.  Dunno how the flecks got there, though.”  She hummed thoughtfully, before tossing the rock up lightly and catching it.  As soon as it hit her hand, she wound up and threw it off the cliff, following its path with her eyes as it sailed downwards.  She sighed as it disappeared from her sight.  “Just like all pretty things.  They vanish if the wrong move is made.”  She clutched her head in her hands.  “I made the wrong choice. I can never go back.  What I want now is out of my reach,” she murmured, glancing down at her right leg.  “It’s gone.  You’re a cripple for the rest of your life, Sarah.  You’ll never be normal.”  Tears leaked from her eyes, falling down into the rocky soil next to her.  “Never be normal...”

“What’s so bad about not bein' normal?”

Sarah gasped and whirled around, but found herself staring into the blue eyes of Jack.  She rose to her feet, considering backing up, until she realized that she was still at the edge of the cliff.  And no way was she taking another fall down that.

“Y’wanna take a-few steps away from that cliff?  I don want’cha t’fall down again...”  Jack’s expression turned concerned, and he backed up slightly.  “There.  Ah’ll give-ya some room.”

“Thanks,” Sarah stuttered out, creeping forward slightly.

“I thought y’wouldn’t come back!” Jack said excitedly.  “It’s been, like, ferever!” He smiled widely.  The smile fell.  “Is there somthin’ botherin’ ya?  Is that why y’haven’t been back?”

“N-no.  I’ve just been busy...”  She looked down to her feet, shifting over to her left foot to take pressure off her right.  “Sorry.”

“Hm.” Jack said.  “Y’look a bit down, Sarah.  Are you sure there’s nothin’ goin’ on?”  He shuffled forwards a bit, hesitating before reaching towards her.  Sarah eyed his hands worriedly, yelping a bit as they wrapped around her waist.  She tensed up, watching Jack a fearfully.  “Were ya cryin’ there?  Yer eyes are a bit red,” he asked, pulling her closer to him.  He sat up, taking her closer despite her futile resistance.

“N-no, I mean yes, I mean-” She was cut off as she was pressed against his chest, in what she slowly realized was a hug.  She grasped handfuls of his shirt, clinging to him as if her life depended on it.

“It’s alright, Sarah.  It’s okay.  I like ya just tha way you are.”  After a few moments of the awkward embrace, Sarah pushed backwards.  Jack, getting the message, pulled his hands away, but didn’t set her on the ground.  “Ya feelin’ better?”  She nodded, slouching against his fingers, relaxed once more.  “Hey, Sarah, I have an idea.  Do ya trust me?”

“I...maybe...” she said softly, looking up to him.  He smiled back.

“Right.  Well, we’ve gotta move around-a bit, so unless y'wanna walk I’ll carry ya.”  Sarah tensed up again, shaking slightly.

“A-alright.  Thank you for the warning...I’m ready, I think.”  She said semi-loudly, grasping his index finger in a form of support.  “Where are we going?”

“Just trust me.  We’ll be there inna few,” Jack smiled, setting off to the left of the cliffs, into the woods.

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Hello! It’s me, Chief!  I’m alive!  And actually posting the next part of this story!  I really haven’t been active, I know, but I’ve been on vacation and at camp for ages.  Also, I need some ideas for where this story could go.  I have one (and that’s where this is going) but I have no clue how to get an ending for this.  Any ideas?

Thanks for sticking around in my absence!

-Chief

[poise-remade]

i'm finding like 3 dozen posts abt thrift on my blog but maybe only 2 about faulty

[birthdaylobotomy]

this is gonna be weird but i just want to say that your text post about dissociation really captured the way i felt when it goes on and the fact that its a plain textpost really made me feel as tho im not alone and idk i hope ur doing okay

Thank you! When I made that post, I didn’t think it would gt over 2,000 notes at most. However, it seems like a lot of people resonated with it- it was shocking to see how many people related to it. I’m glad I could help you or anyone feel like you aren’t alone. Remember that even in the hardest moments of life, you can always ‘wake up’. 

[kapse-to-soutien-s0u]

Gt anevazeis fwto me kopeles pou kanoun blowjobs kai textposts sxetika me antres kai poutsous an eisai lesvia?

η εγκυρότητα του ότι είμαι λεσβία καθορίζεται από τα ποστ που ανεβάζω;

[anistarrose]

[ID from alt:

Yomiel from Ghost Trick in his evilly grinning sprite, with a tumblr textpost reading: "it'd be kind of funny if you could develop a resistance to other ways of being killed like you can with some poisons. microdosing on shooting myself in the head to build up my tolerance to bullets".

Lynne's laughing sprite appears next to a textpost reading: "women in STEM (shenanigans, tomfoolery, escapades, and mischief)"

Yomiel and Jowd both appear next to a tweet reading: "(adjusting my guitar strap after playing my first song at an open mic) this next one is also about my cat"

The black cat is paired with a textpost reading: "oh you misheard! i'm a paranormal (caps) instigator. i'm here to (caps) cause hauntings lol"

Yomiel grinning, with a post reading: "i can kill ppl bcuz ive died before so i can reclaim killing"

Lynne laughing, with a post reading: "You're dead serious. I'm alive silly. We're not the same"

Yomiel grinning, next to a Youtube comment reading: "I actually shot a cop to this song"

End ID.]

[beulf]

sometimes i play civ vi just to hear sean bean’s voice

[the-chief-feline]

The Cripple (2)

She felt like she was falling for an eternity.  Sarah flashed back to when she was falling years ago, preparing for the impact that she knew would come.  And this time, she didn’t think she was going to have a rock to break her fall.

She heard a thunderous roar and several booming footsteps, but she was not concerned.  She was going to die either way, be it at the foot of the cliff or the hands--or mouth--of a giant beast.  A louder boom and a rush of displaced air shook her.

Before her mind could realize what was going on, something warm, strong, and leathery wrapped around her entire body.  Her descent came to a sudden halt, which gave her a head rush.  She could hear loud breathing above her as her body drifted towards the cliff face.  After she relaxed from realizing that she wasn’t falling, only to stiffen up again when she noticed what was restraining her.

A hand.  The giant’s.

She felt herself rising again, and her stomach dropped to her feet.  She squeezed her eyes shut, not wanting to see her death.  

“Hey, little duder!  Are you okay?”

Sarah flinched as a gust of warm air washed over her.  Did the giant just...speak to her?  She started trembling.  What was going to become of her now?

“Ah...little dude?  Are you hurt?  Scared?” The giant slapped its face with its free hand.  “No shit, Jack.  ‘Course she’s fuckin’ scared, she’s in yer hand!”

Sarah smiled despite the situation.  At least this giant--Jack, she corrected herself--had a sense of humor...and actually had sense.  She shuddered again when she felt herself moving.  She gasped a second later as she felt land beneath her feet.  Her eyes snapped upwards, scanning the creature in front of her.

Jack had a surprisingly human form, despite being several times larger than Sarah.  His head was topped off with the green head of hair Sarah had accidentally ran into, and a neat beard surrounded his mouth and chin.  He had on relatively simple clothes, a tee-shirt like top and long pants.  He was laying on his stomach close to the edge.  Sarah realized now why.

“Y-you saved me?”

“Huh?  Oh, uh yeah!  I spooked ya, I would have felt so guilty if I let you fall down there again...”

“Again?  What do you mean?” Sudden curiosity took over any fear she had for Jack.  Sarah always loved a good mystery.

“Ahm...yer leg...isn’t that how ya crippled it?  By runnin’ on wet rocks, an’ slippin’ over?”

Sarah’s face flushed in embarrassment.  She slowly started shuffling backwards, her fear bubbling up now that the answer to the mystery was out. Unfortunately, Jack noticed.

“Hey!” He said loudly, “Wait!  I’m not gonna hurt’cha!  Please, don’t be scared of me!”

“It’s hard not to do when you’re literally several times my size...” Sarah mumbled quietly.

“I’m not gonna keep ya here.  But, I want’cha t’answer two questions.”  Sarah gulped.  What where his requests? “One: What’s yer name?  And two, can I see ya again sometime?  I mean, this is yer favorite spot in th’ woods...”

“Sarah, and...maybe” She said, before spinning on her foot and hurrying as quickly as she could with a lame leg.

~Quick time skip~

Sarah slammed the door to her room before collapsing on her bed.  How did she make it out alive?

And why did she accept his request?

[the-chief-feline]

The Cripple (1)

Sarah couldn’t look back.  She didn’t want to face them again.  It had already been too much for her, and the constant bullying in school and abuse at home was just stacking up.  So what if she had a leg that had never healed correctly?

...apparently it made her a weak, defenseless woman.

A sudden push from behind her sent her sprawling on the concrete walkway.  She could hear the bullies’ laughs and jeers from behind her, but didn’t pay too much attention to it.  She hauled herself back up, only to stumble under the weight of her backpack.  Her head was so muddled with thoughts; her only intent was to keep moving.  She shook her head, dissipating the overhanging memories.

Maybe she wouldn’t go home today.  She decided, happily, that she’d spend her time in her favorite spot in the forest surrounding her house.  After all, it was Friday and there was no school tomorrow.  Her parents wouldn’t care how long she stayed out.  They never did.

With a sigh, Sarah turned and limped towards the forest.  Her shoulder-length black hair fluttered in the wind, partially obscuring her vision as it blew in her face.  She sighed slightly, and put on a blue baseball cap to stop her hair from blowing around.  As she was walking, she let her mind wander.

----

She was running in the forest, pretending she was flying.

The recent rainfall had made the rocks around her slippery.

She approached a cliff-side she had sat at so many times.

The child closed her eyes, expecting to stop as soon as she decided that the edge was too close.

She slammed her feet into the earth, attempting to halt her flight.

Her feet slipped off of the wet rocks.

She flew over the edge, screaming as she fell.

She smashed her right shin to pieces on a rock close to the bottom.

The stone took the momentum out of her fall.

She fell to the ground with a dull thud.

Panicking, she attempted to reset her shattered leg.

She called out for help.

But nobody came.

She called again.

Nothing.

She fell unconscious.

When she woke up, she was in the hospital.

----

A tree root grown in the middle of the footpath snagged Sarah’s good foot. She toppled forwards, raising her forearms to stop herself from face planting.  She winced as a sharp stone dug into her arm.  After pulling herself back to her feet with the help of the tree, she dug the rock out of her arm.  A trail of blood dribbled down to her elbow.  She brushed it off, trying to avoid another flashback to her injury.

She sighed, and began walking again.  She ran her hands along the trees and bushes, enjoying the feeling of their leaves and bark against her skin.  She jumped over what looked like a fallen tree that was half submerged in the Earth, and was covered with sticks, leaves, and leaf mold (partially decomposed leaves that has a dark color).  A similar tree rested a few yards away, covered in the matter.  She continued limping forward, her hand still outstretched.

Until what she felt wasn’t bark or leaves.

She sharply drew her hand back, re-inspecting the so-called bush she just felt. Cautiously, she reached out again.  She brushed her hand on the green surface, trying to identify what it was.  She gasped when she realized what she was feeling felt like hair.  Not only that, but it was warm.

Suddenly, the two logs started shifting upwards, and Sarah realized that they weren’t trees at all.  They were arms, covered in their forest disguise.  The debris fell off of them, revealing pale skin and two impossibly large hands.  The head of green hair in front of her moved upwards, and the creature controlling the appendages turned to look at her.  She found herself looking into a giant pair of blue eyes.

She was standing in front of a literal giant, like the ones in fairy tales.

With a scream, Sarah turned on her foot and ran.

She realized that she was barreling towards the cliff-side too late.  Fear-driven, she tried to regain her footing on the rocks that caused her crippling injury.  But she was unsuccessful.  

She slipped, and tumbled off of the cliff for the second time in her life.