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#i also feel like there was something in the p-2 entry about this so maybe this doesn't matter anyway but idk yet. actually refusing to spoi
peridots-pixiwolf · 1 year
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Highly doubt I’m the first one to point this out with seven months since act II released but. y’know the sentient terminal theory from the p-1 entry
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[Start ID. An ULTRAKILL screenshot of the terminal at the end of the level 5-3: SHIP OF FOOLS. It has been tipped over on its side from the Leviathan capsizing the ship, and its Tip of the Day has been replaced with the word “Ow.” End ID]
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deandoesthingstome · 5 months
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Haunted Fantasy
Pairing: Ghost!Mike x Reader
Summary: Just a little fun.
Word Count: 3.8K
Warnings: 18+, NO MINORS, fingering, oral sex (m and f receiving), p in v (doggy style), monster fucking (right?).
A/N: This is about half as short as the others, but I still love it and I hope you do, too. This is my first time writing for Mike as main and I hope I did him justice for those of you who live for this guy.
A/N 2: For those of you who picked a different character for this visit, just know, you weren't entirely wrong. He's coming.
A/N 3: And finally, at one point I had imagined these chapters could all stand alone. Walter feels differently, so maybe check out the masterlist if you're new here.
Fantasy Hotel Masterlist
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August was a hit just like you knew he would be. Maybe your best writing yet. Something about the experience with him just brought it out of you and the story flowed from your fingertips to the keyboard as soon as you stepped into your apartment the next morning. 
Yes, you had sprung for an actual overnight. And though he didn’t sleep with you, he was there when you fell asleep and woke again the next day. Apologizing, if you could believe it. He felt he hadn’t truly given you the strict dom experience you had asked for and wondered if he could talk you into a do-over. Maybe even throw in an add-on for free.
You were flattered, but assured him the night had been wonderful and you’d definitely felt satiated this morning. You did want to ask about the…sounds you’d heard the night before, but something told you it wouldn’t be received well so you just thanked him again, enjoyed a little morning coffee while you showered and changed, then headed home. 
Where the story practically wrote itself and was up on the site by the evening.
MNstrluvr: what do you mean? sendmeanangel: it was like someone knew I was in there with August MNstrluvr: so you DO think it was him sendmeanangel: idk. Probably just wishful thinking darkgothnightengale: you have it so bad for him don’t you? sendmeanangel: it’s ridiculous. He must have seen dozens of women in a month or two. I don’t know why i would think he’d be thinking of me ever darkgothnightengale: because August said as much. And Sy too for that matter MNstrluvr: yeah, didn’t Sy tell you Walter rarely uses his gifts during visits? And August said he’d see you at the window. He has it bad for you, too, no doubt sendmeanangel: it doesn't matter anyway. I don’t even know his last name. And i haven’t been able to find any available bookings for him for weeks.   darkgothnightengale: well, are you at least going back? sendmeanangel: if i do, i need something lighter. The room, the bite, August…it was all so intense.  MNstrluvr: so the ghost? sendmeanangel: the ghost
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When you closed the door to room 7-743, you found yourself in what looked like the living room of every house on every sitcom you'd ever seen. TV. Couch. Dad's recliner. Coffee table. End tables. A few bookshelves. A fireplace. Standard middle-class scenery. Nothing ornate or fancy. But also, no bed.
You wondered if the door across from the entry led to a bathroom, or another room, similar to the suite you'd found yourself in with August. Before you could step to the other side of the room to find out, a chill passed through the air around you and just as suddenly, as if to counter the effect, a roaring fire eased to life in the fireplace.
"That's better."
"Hello?" you called out in response to the voice, that was both a whisper and a warm tenor in your ear. "Is anyone there?"
Nothing. No answer. Despite the fire next to you, you felt goosebumps and crossed your arms to rub your hands over your skin.
Another deep breath before you continued across the room, determined to see what was behind the other door. Before you made it, an end table lamp switched on.
"Who's there?" You turned in place, looking for any form in the room that could have turned the light on. You were starting to wonder if this was not the haunting you’d signed up for. As you turned again, you felt a cool breeze drift across your chest, and while it felt nice, it also felt a little invasive. “This isn’t funny.”
“Easy, sweet cheeks. It’s just me.” A not-totally opaque figure appeared right in front of you, wide-eyed and with an apologetic smile. “I probably took that introduction too far. I’m Mike.”
You reached your hand for his and grasped nothing but air while he grinned like a fool at you.
“Cute,” you smiled back, even while wondering if you’d ever get to place your hands on something solid this evening.
“Why, thank you,” he took a small bow as you reached to smack his shoulder and found your hand drifting through air again.
“I wasn’t talking about you,” you laughed.
“Oh? You don’t find me pleasant to look at?” Mike grabbed at his chest and stumbled back as if deeply wounded, and for a moment you thought you really had hurt his feelings. “That’s alright. I have a feeling I can change your mind.” Mike stood tall and wiggled his eyebrows at you. Yeah, he definitely had the height you’d come to desire. You wondered about the rest.
“Oh, I didn’t mean to imply… I was just talking about the…” you waved your hand through the air to indicate his less-than-corporeal state and threw a worried look on your face to match your concern that you’d flubbed this meeting already.
Mike let out a full body laugh. “Don’t worry. I’m only joking. You’re free to like whatever looks you like. Wanna sit?” He swept a transparent arm toward the couch as an invitation. You sat on one side, while he drifted down to the other. “You did know you booked the ghost room, right?”
“I did. I don’t know what I was expecting. Not that, obviously. Sorry.”
“You don’t need to apologize, but I should ask. Do you want me to stay in this form?”
“You mean this form that I can’t actually feel?” you teased.
Again as if floating, Mike sidled over the length of the couch and right on next to you. You still couldn’t feel a physical connection, no matter how close to you he appeared to be, though the shiver that ran through your body was certainly not due to his cool temperature. He really was cute, no matter what little word games you’d started to play with him.
“It’s that much of a bummer, huh?”
“I mean…”
“Okay, look. I can do one, or the other, or both.”
“Both?” You were intrigued.
“Yeah, but honestly. This can be good and I’d love to show you. Doesn’t have to be now, though. We can start solid.” Mike raised an eyebrow at you and waited for your nod.
“I think for the storyline, it makes more sense, yeah?”
“Oh, fuck!” he exclaimed, suddenly off the couch as if embarrassed. “I totally spaced that! Yeah, yeah, of course. The scene.”
You laughed out loud. This guy was honestly a trip already and you weren’t even naked. In the next moment, you could suddenly no longer glimpse the room through his translucent form and you stood and took another moment to take it in fully.
Black Chucks, dark-washed blue jeans almost too tight around the thighs and definitely supporting a package that appeared to match his predecessors, plain white tee, and a black leather motorcycle jacket. The perfect delinquent boyfriend planning to sneak into the house once the kids you were watching were sound asleep, their parents still several hours away from returning for the evening. To be fair, you weren't sure how you expected a solid form host to deliver the ghost fantasy, but thankfully it sounded like Mike had a plan. And that had to be plenty of time for some fun.
“I’ll step out for a minute. Reset the scene, okay?” he tilted his adorable head full of somewhat unruly curls at you, gave a ridiculous wink and exited the room. 
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You settled back down on the couch, grabbed the random book sitting on the end table and started to thumb through the pages, as if just settling down after putting the kids to bed. The passage you flipped to caught your attention and you barely even noticed that you’d read through several pages before a loud bump sounded on the ceiling above you, followed by the sound of chains dragging before the window behind you started rattling.
“Jesus! What the fuck!” you exclaimed, already forgetting the story you’d put yourself in. You set your book down and stood, ear tilted up waiting for more noise before you stepped to the window, placing a palm against the glass to still the shaking. You checked the lock and found it holding, so imagined yourself safe again.
You sat back down, picked up the book, flipped a few more pages before you decided to turn on the TV, first glancing at your watch to check the time. He’s got to be close now, you thought. This was the time I told him to come. The kids are out like lights.
The TV sprang to life with a scary movie already in progress. You recognized it and wished Mike were here, already. If you knew the time marker, you were about to be scared out of your wits. The imagery always made you jump, no matter how many times you saw it. Almost on queue, a heavy knock sounded at the door, just as the jump scare presented on screen, and you could swear you heard the chains rattling again.
At your shriek, the door burst open and Mike had you in his arms.
“You okay, sweet cheeks? I heard a scream just as I got here. Sorry I was late.”
“Mike! There’s something in the house. Plus this godforsaken movie.” You clung to your temporary boyfriend, trembling in his arms.
“Whoa, whoa, something in the house?” he inquired with concern. “Want me to take a look?”
“NO! Stay here with me,” you implored him. “Please, Mike.”
“Okay, okay. Come on, let’s sit. But if we hear something else, I’m checking it out, okay?”
You agreed and took a spot on the couch, waiting for Mike to take off his jacket and sit down as well. You cuddled up next to him, curling your knees under you and leaning against his side. You draped a hand over his chest and could hardly stifle a small smile as you felt his firm body beside you. His arm wrapped around your shoulder and his hand and fingers caressed your upper arm. 
The movie only got a few more moments of your eyes before Mike’s hand began to wander further and further from your upper arm to instead drape down the front of your collarbone and onto your breast. At your soft moan, Mike gave a small squeeze as if testing the waters further and your response gave him permission to begin to knead in earnest as he bent his head to capture your lips with his.
His kiss was hungry and erratic, a little messy partly due to the orientation of your bodies, which Mike took upon himself to remedy. As deftly as anyone had ever been, he simultaneously withdrew his arm from around your shoulder, turned and pushed you eagerly to your back while he scooped your legs straight to stretch you out beneath him.
He slotted a leg between your thighs and pressed into your tender core as he bent to kiss you again. It was then that you realized the hungry, messy style had nothing to do with body positioning. His tongue swiped over your lips and into your open waiting mouth and you gasped as a hand roamed all over your body, but paid special attention to your breasts.
“Mmm, Mike, that feels so nice,” you moaned.
“I’ll gladly give these amazing tits more attention,” he smirked, pulling the v-neck of your loose t-shirt to give his mouth room to move. You didn’t think about how you would never get the shape back and the shirt was basically ruined, but honestly it wasn’t the most comfortable feeling so you pushed him back a bit to give you space to cross your arms and grab the hem. 
As soon as he saw the motion, he was grappling with your body and the fabric around it with the same frenzy he used to kiss you. It wasn’t exactly a help, but together you removed your shirt and bra, tossing them to the floor as you reclined back to receive him over you again. More kisses, with his lips burning yours and your hands running up his back and neck to grip into his luscious brown wavy hair and hold his face to yours. More grinding of your hips up into his where the growing bulge in his pants pushed into your belly. 
“Fuck, you feel good,” he groaned into your ear before nipping his way down your neck and back onto your chest. Wet, sloppy kisses trailed down the swell of your breast before he wrapped his kissable lips around your ever-hardening bud, licking and nipping and sucking several moans from you before giving the other nipple the same attention.
At the same time you felt fingers trailing down your tummy and into your jeans, where they slipped between the fabric of your underwear and the slick already seeping from you.
“Holy pussy, you are wet!” Mike exclaimed and you giggled, relishing the lightness of the evening. This was simply a little fun, with a bit of strapping young fluff and you were grateful for the time already.
“It’s all for you, baby. I get so wet for you. Can’t wait to feel you.”
Mike dove for your lips again, pressing his tongue into your mouth and his fingers into your burning core. He was driving you crazy and you never wanted it to stop. Mike withdrew his fingers only long enough to pop the button and pull the zipper down on your jeans, allowing more space for his hand to snake behind your panties and curl into your aching cunt.
With what felt like very practiced ease, he stroked and nudged your walls, pushing in and pulling out while he pressed a thumb against your tender pearl. With every new moan of pleasure, Mike slid his fingers a little deeper and crooked them a little more until he found a spot that clearly made you scream in a way that was so completely unlike the one he heard when he re-entered the room that he had to crack a wide grin, knowing he was making you come undone. He kissed the last of your gasps away, still stroking slow and lazily around your soaked folds.
You let him place one last deep kiss on your lips before you gathered your wits and pressed him back, moving up and over to straddle his lap. It was your turn now to kiss him deep while your fingers curled around an article of his clothing and you urged him to lift his arms so you could remove his shirt. With the break of the kiss he found time to ask a quick question.
“Are you sure they won’t be back soon?” he asked, still playing along with the fantasy that you had made up for the room.
“Mike, since when have you cared if you get caught fucking the babysitter?” you teased. 
“You’re right, I don’t. But I think you do, so we have time, right?”
God he was so sweet. “Yeah, baby. We have all the time we need. Now sit back and let me make you feel good.”
You pressed up to standing so you could step your legs inside his and kneel in front of him. Once you’d pulled off his shoes and unbuttoned his jeans, he helped you drag them down with a press of his hips up off the couch. God, you wanted to feel that press into you.
You licked your lips to get ready as you pulled them all the way off, along with his underwear. You were positively salivating. From your spot on the floor, you took him into your mouth and began to bob, slowly at first, building up saliva to lubricate your movements before you started to really go for it.
When he put his hand on the back of your head, the moan you let go reverberated through your body. As you peered up at him through your eyelashes, you saw him toss his head back as he pushed one last time into your throat before he stilled both his hips and your head and held you there, telling you how he was "about to come in that pretty little mouth of yours, just gimme a minute cause I don’t want to finish just yet, and oh fuck!" the moment you wiggled your tongue in your mouth and sent him over the edge.
He had just pulled you back up into his lap, pressing your chest against his and kissing you again, completely unfazed by any lingering come he might encounter as he dipped his tongue into your mouth, when the noise returned.
You jumped right off his lap, grabbing for any shirt you could reach and holding it over your chest.
“Jesus, sweet cheeks. You weren’t joking,” Mike said, bending to grab his pants. “I’m checking it out. Stay here.”
You looked around the room, trying to identify the safest place to huddle up. Why you decided standing with your back against the door was it, you couldn’t really say. Mike stepped back to the door on the opposite side of the room. The one you’d never had a chance to open. You had no idea where he was going.
Or how long he’d be gone.
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It had to be two hours later, when you woke up to find yourself curled up on the couch, Mike’s shirt all the way on, your feet freezing. Had you really fallen asleep waiting for Mike to come back? Had you bothered to call anyone? What had happened? 
You heard a door open and shut and sat up quickly, expecting to see Mike returned from wherever but instead you saw nothing. No one was there.
You felt a chill near you for a brief moment before it started to warm against the skin on your back, and you felt the breath on your nape. 
“I told you. I’m gonna take real good care of you,” the voice whispered in your ear while invisible fingertips slipped the shirt from your body, pausing for a moment to appreciate that you hadn’t put your bra back on. You arched into the squeeze and wished that when you lifted your arms behind your head, you’d have been able to grab onto the back of his head as he continued to nuzzle into your neck.
Instead you felt a gentle pull and push that had you backed up against the back of the couch, slouched low so that your jeans came off easily enough. Funnily, you hadn’t bothered to re-zip or button them before you fell asleep apparently.
You didn’t have time to think about that any longer because suddenly, the most amazing, ethereal touch was drifting up one thigh and then the other before settling back inside your pussy. And for a few moments, it felt so familiar and you trusted Mike to get you where you needed to go now, the same way he did then.
But he didn’t. What he did instead was put his ghostly mouth right on your flower, slipping the feeling of a tongue deep in your core as if he were a bee seeking the nectar. There was nothing for you to do but enjoy it. There was no head to clasp onto, no hands to reach for, no face to caress. There was only the exquisite feeling of having your pussy eaten, with licks and sucks in the exact right combination to keep you moaning and begging for mercy even though he knew you could take more.
You were right there, almost there, you could feel it and then it was suddenly gone and your eyes sprung open when you heard the voice in your ear.
“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. I could do that all night, but fuck what I really want right now is to bend you over and fuck you. Can I do that? I’ll go back down if that’s what you want, but I would love to make you come all over my cock. Wrapped of course.”
You were dumb-struck, trying to swim back to shore. You’d been so close and you thought it was over, but every word that dripped out of his mouth made you clench around nothing and you wanted to be clenching around something. 
“Fuck yes, Mike. Fuck. Please fuck me,’ you pleaded. 
And you were well rewarded. A gentle, but urgent force shifting you to bend over, knees on the edge of the couch, hands braced against the back. Sounds of crinkly wrapper. Faint rubbery squeaks as he struggled to fit the condom over his erection. Pop of top and cool liquid rubbed into your heat. Tip pressed in, head popped through, length dragging along your insides. In and out and for all you knew there was an actual body behind you, fucking you into the back of this couch like there was no tomorrow. A body you were bucking back against as well.
When you twisted your head back, to try to get a glimpse, to try to see what this guy looked like fucking into you with wild abandon, angling to reach all the good spots, you saw nothing. It was like you were just going through the motions in some kind of fever dream, but it felt so fucking real. 
And it sounded real, too. Because for as many moans and gasps and ohs and fuck yeahs that come out of your mouth, the same number of sensual and mind melting sounds came from him somehow too,
“Fuck, yeah, sweet cheeks. Fuck back onto my cock. Just like that.”
“God Mike, I’m gonna come again.”
“Yeah you are. You’re gonna come all over this cock. Just like that.”
And with that he managed to speed up just enough to send himself careening over the edge, widening and pulsing inside you, so that you, too, got to join him on the trip back to the bottom. From the highest of the highs. You felt like you were floating.
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When you woke up again, you were back in Mike’s shirt, a blanket over your lap, and Mike’s arm around you as you rested your head in his lap. Him. Solid Mike. Jeans and socks. Nothing else.
“There you are, sweet cheeks. Have a good nap?’ he grinned down at you.
“I don’t think I had any other choice but to try to recoup some energy after you completely and totally fucked me into the void. I hope that’s okay.”
“Oh, yeah, yeah,” Mike replied in a tone you could tell was meant to dispel your concern. “Sweet cheeks, we have as long as you need.”
It took you a moment, but you finally realized what he was saying.
“Do you have the same gift Walt, uh, the werewolf, has?” you asked, hoping Mike didn’t hear your slip.
“Yeah, sweet cheeks, Marshall and me have the same gift.”
Well, no luck. Wait a minute…
“Who’s Marshall?” you asked.
“Walter. Walter Marshall. Our werewolf,” Mike answered. “Well, former werewolf.”
It was like a record scratch. You knew now why finding a slot with him had proven so hard lately. And you knew his last name.
Bonus Edit: Absolutely GORGEOUS headers made for me by my wonderful friend in fic @geralts-yenn:
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difeisheng · 8 months
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Hi!! Hope this isn't too much work for you rn, and no pressure answering this! But your constant endorsement plus knowing so many of these DMBJ men from various other dramas has convinced me to give it a go. If I wanna watch all the seasons + movies, which order do you suggest I go in? (came across a whole bunch of different opinions on this, so decided to come to the resident DMBJ expert on my dash <3)
omg welcome to dmbj territory!! hope you end up staying hehe, these stories are a good time :P
alrighty, watching order: first things first, dmbj is not broken up into different seasons, but rather a timeline of individual dramas + side movies adapting different parts of the book series. the casts shift between dramas (some actors do reprise roles), and they were not adapted in chronological book order nor necessarily in continuity with one another. the tone varies wildly between shows/films as a result, and a lot of things in different dramas will not line up between them. timeline whomst. don't think about it too hard just go with it shhhh
for starting points, i've seen people who've started at wildly differing places along the dmbj timeline and made the most of it. others are correct, and there's no 'right' starting point. however, you asked for my opinion, and so with the proviso that i've only actually finished 4/7 of the dramas released so far and can only speak from those experiences, imo the best starting point would be Ultimate Note (2020), or The Lost Tomb Reboot/Reunion: The Sound of the Providence (2020).
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Ultimate Note covers most of the latter half of the original book series, and feels made to offer an entry point for people who didn't break into watching the adaptations releasing since 2015. it's the first dmbj show i watched, coming off of heroes because it had a younger cast including zeng shunxi and liu yuning, and i'd say it was a really good experience. the production is snappy, the pacing is decent, and the plot keeps you well engaged for its 37 episodes. for what it's worth, it also feels like the show that tried its hardest to be a bl hehe. one thing to warn is that the ending of the show does not wrap up well, as it's supposed to tie into the next installment in the dmbj chronology (that has not been adapted yet and may not ever), but aside from that it's a satisfying story.
The Lost Tomb Reboot is set ten years after the end of the main series, and adapts one of the sequel novels. like Ultimate Note, it feels like a natural start point, and i'm pretty sure a lot of people went through Reboot as their first dmbj show. it's an older-led cast including zhu yilong, chen minghao, and chen chuhe, with characters who have long settled into their relationships with one another. for me that's where this show shines, as the character dynamics are great and there's a full ensemble cast that gets their own arcs. the production values on it are also decent and the plot twists are good. i will say that for me this show struggled with very uneven pacing, and Reboot is a longer commitment than other shows with two seasons at ~30 episodes each. but overall it was still worth it!
after one of those shows, you have a general grasp of the worldbuilding, and so honestly you can pretty much go anywhere depending on what vibe or maybe actors you're looking for. my personal trajectory was Ultimate Note → Sha Hai/Tomb of the Sea (2018) → The Lost Tomb Reboot, which are all in chronological order, and then i doubled back and watched The Lost Tomb 2 (2019) which is set before Ultimate Note. that's all been a lot of fun for me, but there's a lot of choices.
something that was really helpful for me in deciding what to watch was foxofninetales' guide you can find here, which gives a more in-depth overview of each drama adaptation as starting points and the pros and cons of each. (while we're at it, this character guide may also be useful for tracking who's who across adaptations.) the side movies are not essential to understanding the main dmbj narrative, but are nice for filling in parts of different characters' backstories and events in between/after various shows :)
okay, uh, i'll stop talking now. i hope this was at least somewhat helpful or gave you a place to start looking, and i'm looking forward to seeing your journey through dmbj 👀
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lemmaeof · 9 months
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"Low Power Mode" - A short story by LemmaEOF
A toy drone finds out that it's no longer wanted. Inspired by XKCD 2499, 850 words. CW: abandonment, abuse, near-death
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Log entry 1/17 - 2003-05-04 22:36:45 [====================] 100% Jacob left me outside today. I'm right on the doorstep, so I'm out of the elements and he'll bring me back in as soon as he looks outside. I can't wait to play with him again!
Log entry 2/17 - 2003-05-05 05:42:38 [==================--] 93% He didn't notice me this morning. He was running, so he's probably late for the early shift. He should find me when he's coming back home, though!
Log entry 3/17 - 2003-05-05 18:21:13 [================----] 80% …He missed me again. Maybe he was tired? He doesn't get early shifts twice in a row, so I think he'll find me tomorrow. I hope so, at least…
Log entry 4/17 - 2003-05-06 09:58:22 [=============-------] 65% I'm getting a little worried. I'm gonna ask the server to send him a notification to plug me in. Is everything okay?
Log entry 5/17 - 2003-05-06 17:07:58 [===========---------] 57% I think he got it! The server never responds to me, but he picked me up! He just put me on his fence, though. Did I do something wrong? I'll ask his phone tomorrow morning.
Log entry 6/17 - 2003-05-07 07:12:08 [========------------] 43% What's happening? I tried to connect to his phone as he was leaving, but they said they don't recognize me. Did Jacob forget about me?
Log entry 7/17 - 2003-05-07 12:47:28 [=======-------------] 38% He came home early. He was calling someone. He put a sign below me on the fence. My camera can't see what it says. What's going to happen to me?
Log entry 8/17 - 2003-05-08 06:06:15 [====----------------] 20% - ROTORS ENGAGED Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. He was throwing me away! The garbage truck came by and one of the men tried to pick me up! I turned everything on full blast and flew away. What should I do?
Log entry 9/17 - 2003-05-08 06:15:32 [===-----------------] 17% - ROTORS ENGAGED I'm a couple blocks away now. Flying eats energy, but it's all I can do to get away. I'm gonna try and find somewhere safe. I don't know what to do.
Log entry 10/17 - 2003-08-08 06:27:55 [==------------------] 13% - ROTORS ENGAGED I've made it to the park Jacob and I used to play at. The grass is still covered in dew, so I can't land. I just have to keep flying and pray someone finds me.
Log entry 11/17 - 2003-06-08 06:42:20 [=-------------------] 8% - ROTORS ENGAGED People are starting to get here. Some of them are looking at me. None of them are acting like anything weird is happening. I don't have much time left.
Log entry 12/17 - 2003-06-08 06:51:05 [=-------------------] 5% - ROTORS ENGAGED Please, somebody notice me.
Log entry 13/17 - 2003-06-08 06:54:44 [--------------------] 4% - ROTORS ENGAGED I don't want to be alone.
Log entry 14/17 - 2003-06-08 06:54:17 [--------------------] 3% - ROTORS ENGAGED I don't want to die.
Log entry 15/17 - 2003-06-08 06:57:58 [--------------------] 2% - ROTORS ENGAGED Anyone.
Log entry 16/17 - 2003-06-08 07:00:24 [--------------------] 1% - ROTORS ENGAGED Please.
Log entry 17/17 - 2003-06-08 07:03:00 AUTOMATED REPORT - POWER DEPLETED
Sarah leaned back in her chair, her gaze shifting between the files on her monitor and the half-broken drone next to her. This was gonna be a tough fix, but she thought the little thing deserved it. She stroked its front propeller, then cracked her knuckles and started writing.
2003-07-08
<+SarahSolder> finished up a project today, anyone wanna see <+SarahSolder> also 0x42FC can i invite someone new <@0x42FC> Sure, go ahead <+teardrop> ooh, got a new girlfriend huh :P -> PropellerCat ([email protected]) joined the channel
<+SarahSolder> it is NOT my girlfriend! Really? I'm hurt! <+SarahSolder> well not yet (joking) 0x42FC sets mode +v PropellerCat <@0x42FC> Welcome to our chill little hangout group, PropellerCat <+PropellerCat> Whoa, getting pinged feels weird!
<+ProplellerCat> Anyway hi! I'm that project Sarah mentioned! <+teardrop> …you mean person right <+PropellerCat> Nope! I'm a quadcopter ^.^ Some bad stuff happened but Sarah got me all fixed up! <+SarahSolder> fixed up its rotors, custom firmware, the whole shebang
<@0x42FC> And custom firmware lets it do…that? <+SarahSolder> connect to irc yeah <@0x42FC> No, like. Be sapient <+PropellerCat> Oh I did that on my own! I had a mind before I ran away <+teardrop> … <+teardrop> you're gonna have to explain a lot
Sarah looked down at Cathy, who beeped out a nervous giggle. "Don't worry, hun, everything's gonna be alright, ok?" "Vrrr…" The drone hovered over to Sarah's lap and gently touched down. The engineer smiled softly and stroked its frame lovingly. "I'll make sure it is."
It had already been a month since Cathy had tumbled out of the sky into Sarah's arms. A month since its desperate escape. A month since it had its heart broken. And now, it felt almost whole again. There were still some challenges, but at least now it had a home. It had Sarah.
And with Sarah by its side, it could do anything. Cathy quickly floated up to bump against its engineer's nose before settling down again. This was good.
Thank you so much for reading! I'm gonna be posting my old short stories here over the next week or two, and new ones will be going here as well!
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Do you think the other machines use the terminals? It's mentioned that they play "Take care" to lure them into a symbiotic relationship, but what would other machines use the terminals for?
Greater and Supreme machines totally, maybe the Streetcleaners, probably not the Drones. I like to think Swordsmachine (RIP) bought its shotgun from a terminal at some point, and V2 (also RIP, poor guy) its arsenal from both fights.
SM and V2 both salvaged for body parts, and V1 only steals from V2, meaning the terminals are still only human-oriented after however many hundreds of years (no machine parts), but I'd also assume the terminals have more generic repair-type items, such as bolting/welding tools, which would aid them in self-modification and repair. Streetcleaners could potentially be able to refuel there too (like, actual flamethrower fuel, not blood) if they were able to pay
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under the cut: in-game canon vs game mechanics and theorizing if the terminal/machine relationship might be mutual
the terminals are interesting. to me they ride the line between point 1. "standard video game mechanic" and point 2. "in-canon thing". they have an in-universe function (or were intended to, according to P-1) namely transport of supplies for human-led hell expeditions and a database of information (likely from said expeditions).
there are outliers from point 2 information-wise: entries like V2's second entry, Gabe/angels, MP/FP, have info from post-humanity-extinction Hell. which is funky from a canon standpoint (who would be writing these entries?), but point 1 applies perfectly fine. same with "why are the terminals so tactically placed before boss arenas" lol
anyway what ALSO exists in both the realm of 1 and 2 and points(P), the ingame currency. yeah yes you need to pay for guns its how video games work. you get it. point 1 covered. point 2 is interesting, the symbiotic relationship between terminal and machine feels mutual, (it lures, it actively wants interaction, so it must theoretically get something in return), so what does it benefit from points in a canon sense?
I'm assuming some things will be explained in the P-2 terminal (P-1 terminal: "For further information, see TERMINAL DATA 02: [LINK REMOVED]") buuut one theory I have is that P is a sort of reward system for more advanced machines, like a mechanical equivalent of dopamine, with rewards based on their programmed purposes, ex: V1 gets points for efficiency, which covers time, style, and kills.
the terminal also wanting a taste of that would be a given, since it can't move around, knock on wood (joke, but a Nosk-esque (mimic) terminal fight would be terrifying and also very cool).
or an alternate theory for why it would need it: P is fuel, and the cost is just the amount of fuel it would take to transfer the item to the current location
third theory, to quote hakita:
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anyway, those are my two cents. this game makes me a little insane, thanks for the opportunity to talk about it lol also, entirely off topic, but why did I not know Minos was the previous Judge of Hell, learned that while I was looking over info for this post.
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Bright and Happy Home Potion
The moment you enter someone's home, you can almost immediately tell how happy a household it is simply by the smell. A dwelling with the fragrance of chocolate chip cookies or a freshly baked apple pie is one you may well want to visit often. Similarly, a space redolent of a bouquet of stargazer lilies or a bouquets of roses is one where the inhabitants take care to make their home attractive to both the eye and other senses. There are lots of little things we can do in regard to "energy maintenance" for our home. To sweeten any mood, this recipe works wonders on you or anyone in your environment who might need a lift. Come the following essential oils:
4 drops bergamot 4 drops lavender 2 drops neroli 2 drops rosemary
Add the mixture to a quart of distilled water, place it in a clean spray bottle, and spray the air while chanting:
Gloom and doom begone. Bright energies abound! Welcome, sweet spirits, into this house With harm to none. So mote it be.
(p. 92, The Practical Witch's Spell Book, Cerridwen Greenleaf)
Nanowrimo – Day 7 – Entry
Okay, so I am using the word enter here for entry – I could have done the front door or something similar like that. But I decided enter is the closest I'll get to in what was that, check the clock – like 15 minutes? Thirty minutes? Of searching for particular spells – so here we are. I know it's not exactly on the the main list for this spell but rather the description or the journey of walking into a home that should be using this potion to bless their home.
Yes, we are definitely supersoaking – I mean just kidding, we're using a spray bottle to deliver magical/enchantment to help break up the “energy” in a home. I feel like this spell is a bit of a mixture (heh) of different things that I've seen in the past. Why is it important that your house is cleansed / cleaned and that it “smells and visually looks good?” Well, there's a lot of conversation about your house and the place you live being a reflection “of what your current state is.” Though this means that we get a lot of ableism around cleaning and needing to be “perfect” whatever that means exactly. But I don't think that's something that this particular spell is trying to get at (the perfection).
I don't have a super huge complaint about using essential oils here – beyond that I have some concerns around whether or not that is safe to use on high touch surfaces. It could potentially cause damage to paint or to items that get sprayed as you're going through your home Frebreezing – I mean spraying your home with your scented water.
Also, I think it's leaning a bit hard on the chanting portion of this whole item to be the place where the magic or the spellwork is coming from. Frankly, I'd have expected the act of creating a potion would have been added to this. Something like using particular water or saying the chants or reasons for why certain oils are being added over here. Something about the formula being a very important part of it. Basically the reason why the ingredients are there and branching into the spirit or the animism of them. Does that make sense? It feels very much like “Okay and now we're just chanting while spraying” rather than building a potion per se.
Maybe that's just a bad expectation from the sense of practicality. But I hate chanting just for the sake of chanting – so that's a sense of practicality to build the magic into the making of the potion as well as the action of spraying or spritzing the house with the magical or enchantments.
All in all I think you could do some additional things to make this more than what it is here. Like for instance, putting an enchantment on the spray bottle that you're using. You could do that through any number of means – but the one that stands out is literally marking it with some sharpies? Maybe putting some tape on the bottom? Hell putting “Good Home” or something simple to make it easier to remember what is in the sprayer.
In addition to that, I am surprised we're not talking about that door way or that entry way more. Because really you could take the water or the potion you've made here and dab it on a cloth and rub it against the door frame or even on the handles of the door. Similarly you could do the same on every window sill and door frame of your home (provided that isn't a task in of itself).
I'd expect that as you go through this, it could be something that you basically have on a schedule to make. Especially if you're making this be part of your regular cleaning or cleansing routine. Which means that you can start to have a predictable pattern to when it's “time” to make this potion. There's a lot of things that I make on a schedule based on how fast I use items up. Sometimes don't ask what that is in the fridge. It's not for consumption. It's there to keep cold – right?
Other things that I could think of for that spray is to spray on the inside or outside of your shoes (depending on what material it's made of). So you have a little piece of home protection or good home vibes with you as you leave for the day. Of course you could do that with some water without needing to have any essential oils on it for materials that essential oil would damage.
Even “plain” water can be enchanted to be a potion. Just don't forget that you enchanted it in the first place. What is the most popular water right now in witchblr? Isn't it moon water, moonlight captured in water?
There's other ways to expand this, use different ingredients, boil the water and use the steam, etc etc. I just enjoy the fact that we're talking about a spray bottle. We keep memeing about spraying these ghosts (probably the bathroom ghosts from the previous spell) with the spray bottle to make them stop. But really it's just one of the ways we currently do magic. I also would just spray the shit out of a deity but that's my prerogative since I don't want them in my house. :)
Go home, u drunk!
Shit you could probably use this potion as a way to wash clothes too – again with the understanding that you need to ensure that the essential oils wouldn't do anything to the materials that make up your clothes.
I digress, it's not super bad and I'm not mad at the spell itself. I just wish it was more. I want more from the potion making and the cleaning than just adding a few drops of essential oil and chanting. I hate chanting, did I mention? Why can't I make the materials do that for me?
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i think if we are a system then we might be a p-did system. i read the icd entry and it almost perfectly describes our daily experiences with dissociation, specifically the fact that we can hear voices in our head talking and even being able to have conversations with them usually inside (but has also happened outside of our head before) i wouldnt say its a daily experience, i know it happens at least every few days (but dissociation makes me forget so it might possibly be every day)
i think i experienced someone talking to me today, i remember hearing a voice say "excuse me" it was so clear i thought there was someone behind me when i was sitting in a chair against the wall, i dont remember anything else that was said before or after but i definetly remember hearing someone talking, or maybe even a conversation between 2 others before this
as for the part about them rarely fronting, i think there has been only 1 time (maybe 2 or more) where i genuinely felt like an entirely different person. it was somewhere in 2021 i want to say, i was on my bed just chilling i think i was using discord or something at the time and then all of a sudden i feel like a kid, like i suddenly put on a hat that i rarely wore and everything just felt so *weird*
during this, i specifically remember drawing a picture of how i felt at the time (it was a picture of a little girl with blonde hair, a pink dress and the hat i was wearing) and posting it to one of the discords i was in, idr what i said specifically but the way i was talking, reacting and feeling didnt feel like me, and before this i vaguely remember having moments where when i talked to the other people on discord i felt like i was younger than i normally am.
i forgot to add this on to the last paragraph but i wanted to mention that that discord i mentioned where i posted the drawing, the people there were really rude when i was trying to be more open about my mental health, and one of them said "you cant truly know if youre a system until youre an adult" which is pretty false in most cases, and they said other things that basically forced us into hiding everything about us, not just system wise but also we just stopped using discord a lot ever since and left a bunch of the servers we were in at that point
i forgot exactly where i was going with this but if anyone reading can relate feel free to share a bit in the notes
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12.07.2023
The differing perception of time is, something. When moments fly, or when you're counting the seconds and minutes, when it's already close to the end of the year again, or when it's only been a few days, even though the amount of time that's passed is the same, it can feel oh-so different.
I remember when I was younger and in school, we would have to write the dates at the top of our papers or worksheets when we hand them in, and during the early days of a new year, having to force ourselves against habit or muscle memory to write 2015 instead of 2014 like you've been doing for so long, was quite an interesting feeling; even though I had to write the dates on almost every day, I never paid it any mind or even thought about it for a second, except for those first few days. And now, as I sit here, typing the date at the top of my every journal entry, I'm reminded a bit of those memories. The past few days have been long, but also, not, as they all kind of blend in together. It really has been more than 2 months since 07.05.
I'm not really sure what I want right now. I want to write more, but I feel a bit overwhelmed. I wouldn't mind doing some random things as a distraction, but it sounds kind of not enjoyable. Maybe I just need some sleep.
I think that moments of just "being there" and not thinking about much except just using your senses are important and precious. I'm trying to dedicate my time in the shower to that, to just "being", to not thinking about anything and clearing my mind. It brought me a lot of joy, so I'll try to do that more.
The message thing with Cat, it still shows up as "delivered". I understand, and it's ok. Whatever the reason is, whatever she's dealing with, I want her to have the time and space for it. I guess, what I want right now is to focus on my own things. I believe that she'll be able to manage and work things out, so that's ok. I have faith. I do believe in her, yeah ;) I know that right now she's not doing so great, and I of course worry and care for her, but I believe that she'll be able to do ok and manage. I'm giving her some time and space right now to process, I know that she tends to shut down and needs alone time, especially when she's not doing so great, so I'm giving that to her. I remember a story of us from before, one time when she wasn't feeling super great and really needed space, so I gave her that while sitting nearby just doing my own thing, and eventually after she's managed to calm down, she turned to me and asked me to come and cuddle. It was really cute, and I think that it's a good way to handle our current situation right now; give her the space and time that she needs, she knows that I'm there, and it'll be ok ;) I know that she loves me and that I'm special to her, it's not personal or that she hates m :p, so I'll be there. The time when we met when we were so addicted to this video game, we just couldn't stop playing at all, and it was literally an addiction and escape from reality; it wasn't a great time. But now that she's choosing to face her challenges, it's taking a lot of capacity and strength from her, and she's trying her best. I love and care for her deeply, so I'm there with her, along her journey. I need to try my best too, and it's not easy for me either, but I know that just like me, she loves and cares for me deeply and that I'm special to her too, and that she's with me, along my journey. On my side, I want to keep moving forward also. 2 months out of 12 down already! It's also the thing that, my everything isn't dependent on anything or anyone except myself. I feel that, no matter what happens, as long as I do my best, it'll be ok. In every circumstance, as long as I try, it'll be ok. I want to be happy with my life. At the end of the day, it is just for me.
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“books-are-my-life-stuff: Yeah, I'm also excited for the grid expansion, though I'll keep my expectations in check because DeNA did Liza and Roxanne's grids dirty, so I don't wanna risk on hoping too much. Though, man, if Sycamore's buff expansion makes him able to buff crit, he'd be comparable with full investment SC Jasmine, SS Brendan, and SC Lillie, for F2P players! I'll keep my expectations in check, but I'll still hope for good things.”
I’d definitely do that.  DeNA seems to recognize the value of a good support, and is likely going to shy away from anything too unreasonable as a skill.  I think my big hope is Status Immunity.  No new skill costs over 5, Sycamore has 13 free with his Impervious build, which is what I want to see them expand on.  Status Immunity would completely remove the need for Healing Hand, getting both those tools simultaneously.  I’m fine with another On a Roll or something for him.  I could see something like an attack debuff chance, or defense buff chance, just to cover most bases.  But they’d be inconsistent for sure.  Possibly another On a Roll off Moonblast.  There are a lot of options, but I don’t expect anything too good, which is fine because he’s already pretty great.
“Hop on the other hand has a lot of options. He's already solid as he is now, so even if DeNA decided to give him more offensive options as his grid expansion, then I wouldn't complain. Hop can deal good damage and can solo Regirock, so I don't think DeNA can ruin him because he's that good already. Though, more supportive options is also very much appreciated, or a Team Fast-Track to mitigate his average speed so Steel-types don't need to have gauge supports.”
If Hop gets Team Fast Track it’s over for those motherfuckers.  That would be such an insane acquisition, not just for the strong Steel-type team cores he already facilitates well with P!Marnie, but just in general.  At that point, he’s Hilbert-tier for buffs, but with Potion and reasonable DPS.  That’d be insanely good.  But personally I’m kinda expecting like...Wise Entry 2, maybe a Staggering on Metal Claw, ideally another MPR on Potion, possible Friend Mend to remove status.  Stuff like that.  We’ll definitely see what they go for.
“Yeah, I have no predictions on what they'll do for Kalos. Maybe Lysandre  alt and Diantha alt, alongside SS Calem, but who knows. If they have zones, maybe I'll pull for him, but otherwise no. Pokemas did a good job in expanding Kalos' characters and make them interesting, but XY still remain the region that I am least attached to. I also have no predictions for Galar alts. Possibly SS Gloria, or another SS Leon, but who knows. I'll wait whenever it happens.”
I think Kalos is definitely Diantha, they have very few options, and she’s a Champion.  I feel like Calem’s guaranteed with Greninja on principle, since the protagonists almost always get alts (Leaf needs an alt by the way).  Lysandre’s a hard maybe, but we did get Cyrus and Giovanni so my hope remains high.  I’d love a Lysandre alt.  Serena’s possible, and it would be a little weird to not have an alt for the main protagonist, but I can’t think of who she’d be paired with.  Possible but not a guarantee, I guess.  Also, I know it’s been recent and he’s Sinnoh, but Looker alt?  Think about it.
As for Galar, there’s 100% another Leon for that, Rose has to show up, I’d bet real money on Oleana showing up against my wishes, Victor is guaranteed, and I’m still banking on Master Fair Gloria with Shadow Rider Calyrex as the major focus.  They don’t really have room for anyone else, but as long as it gets them moving toward some extra gym leaders to add to the general pool I’m fine.  I’d like Opal and Kabu.  Give me the old folks.
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Hex's 2021 Media Thread Archive (2021 Part 2)
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SSSS.Dynazenon was a fun watch I decided to pick up because I had some friends who were really about it. I had watched Gridman before and that one had a slow start but I loved the heart put into it during the later half with Anti and other characters getting some big moments. This sequel was a lot better overall, although I must regret I don't really remember much about it at this point in time so it didn't stick with me that hard. Like most trigger works for me it's a good and fun watch but won't leave me thinking about it forever :P.
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Kamen Rider Blade was a really great watch! Every now and then I'll just binge a Kamen Rider for the hell of it which is how I've gotten a decent knowledge on the series (my favorite is OOO if you were curious) and this one is real special. It introduces maybe my least favorite rider ever who just sucks shit all the time in Mutsuki, who imo doesn't even get that great a resolution, but it also introduces one of my favorite riders ever with Hajime aka Chalice. It's a real slow burn with a lot of ups and downs but the ending is something really special and I just love the suits and belt gimmick of this one :).
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Lobotomy Corporation made me really need to get one after playing it. Because this is Tumblr and my friends are LGBT or allies I don't need to talk too in depth about why I love this game because there's hundreds of other women who will snarl and froth over it. If you're curious my favorite Abnormality is Knight of Despair and my favorite character was either Netzach or Chesed.
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Lobotomy Corporation: Wonderlab. Even more proof I'm definitely normal, I read this entire thing in a day after finishing Lobcorp. I love and adore the designs in this comic and it's really tragic they ended it so soon. But I'd definitely recommend it if you loved the game!
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Blaster Master Zero 3 is one of my favorite games that Inticreates has made. I picked a wonderful time to get into this series as the third game was only a couple months away after I had finished the previous two and it was so exciting actually playing a game the second it released again and going through it all 100% in one sitting. Everything about it just plays so good and I love how well they mixed mechanics with narrative in this one. Also if you know the source of my icon you can tell a certain scene had a big impact on me.
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Final Fantasy Pixel Remaster is a great way to play FF1 if you don't want any of the bonus content from the GBA/PSP releases but still want some quality of life such as a minimap and generally easier battles. I think when I go for my inevitable FF1 replays I'll probably aim for PSP just cause I actually like the extra content but this is definitely one of the better deals for the pixel remasters if you're interested in checking the series out :).
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Metroid Prime is one of my favorite games I played growing up, and in 2021 I experienced it again using a specific emulator set up to emulate the trilogy and bind your camera movement to the mouse, turning the game into a Mouse and Keyboard style game. While I think the Prime trilogy actually feels like one of the better FPS series to play with controller it was still a fun and easily accessible way to trek through a game I've played before.
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Psychonauts 2 is probably one of the games that's closest to being a perfect sequel that I've ever played. Most the time with these revivals of old IPs you have to temper some expectations after so many years have passed and accept some flaws from the process of making a newer more modern entry but for me this game feels exactly like what I'd want from a Psychonauts sequel and it doesn't lose the heart that made the first game (which is one of my favorite games ever) such a special experience. The narrative was really touching and they really knocked all the different level themes out of the park in such a satisfying way. Please play both of these games if you haven't and can tolerate a 3d platformer with some collectathon elements.
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No More Heroes 3 is a game I don't know how to go about describing why it's so cool and fun to anyone who doesn't know the series and already get the appeal. Instead of spending forever explaining all that I'll just say the bosses in this one are probably the best in the series in terms of overall quality with no super aggressive difficulty spikes but some can still get you if you're careless. In particular my favorite is the "RPG" boss fight the dialogue is so goofy in that one.
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Touhou Luna Nights doesn't try to hide it's inspirations (like all Touhou fangames really) and instead creates a really unique Castlevania-themed game focused around throwing a megaton of knives in various ways and finding out how to interact with everything using time slowdown/stop mechanics. The game can be pretty tricky trying to learn how to manage all your resources but after enough upgrades and time spent it's extremely easy to shred through enemies (and even bosses) in a very satisfying way. Any game where you can stop time and stand on your own knives as platforms will always be cool.
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Warioware Get it Together was a fun timesink and had pretty good systems in place to get you to replay a bunch of microgames with its online elements, but unfortunately I never really spent as much time with it as I wanted to. It was very fun with so many ways to complete every microgame with all these characters who play differently and I hope they keep this series going!
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Touhou Puppet Dance Performance - Shard of Dreams (Extended) - is the last game I'm going to put on this archive post and it's a real special one. While I adore pokemon as a series and am probably one of the people who can't bring myself to dislike an entry in the series, this game combines it with one of my biggest interests in such a special way that it's probably my favorite Touhou fangame as well as my favorite Pokemon fangame. Even with official content only there's characters from Every Single Game (and even the books!) from Touhou 1 all the way to 12 (15 with shard of dreams), and there's a very high quality mod in SoD Extended that adds in all the missing characters so you can play with all of them, as well as balancing trainers around all the new content they add for these characters and making the game less of a stomp and sometimes an actual real challenge. The customization of a puppets EVs (and eventually IVs) along with being able to freely switch natures and learn/forget moves as long as you have enough points means that there's a very high chance no two playthroughs will ever feel alike, and the typing chart fits in really well with no types feeling too powerful compared to the other cause no matter what there will always be a trainer that just folds one of your puppets out of nowhere. As a bonus while I sign this post off, for my playthrough I used a gimmick team where I could only have one puppet from every 3 games (ex: if i choose sakuya i can't use any other puppets from 4-6, if i choose nazrin that's 10-12, etc.) and it ended up being both a bit of a challenge but also very fun to try and get good type coverage. See y'all in the next archive which should be the final one for 2021!
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doublegoblin · 1 year
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Memory Leak
Jan 1 2045
Dear Diary,
Hello Diary,
Good Morning Diary
Diary Entry 1,
Sorry to waste all this space diary
Screw it I’ll figure this out later. Hello me! Hope when you are reading this things are going good. Just in case you don’t remember (hopefully you fill this out every day but we both know the dumb bitch writing this) you got this journal to kind of keep track of your day to day life. Hurray for new year resolutions!!! So I know the question on your mind ( I mean in my mind right now) why all the different greetings? Well you pretentious bitch because you decided to “keep the integrity of your history” or some dumb shit like that ha ha. Not because you can’t find a pencil with a good enough eraser to not fuck up the paper ;P. So yeah happy journal keeping. This entry is such shit since you drug your ass out of bed at twelve fuckin A.M. and fuck all has happened so far. So sunshine is going back to bed. Fingers crossed for entry two 2. No sign offs yet. Feels kinda cringe.
Jan 2 2045
Attention Captain Shithead,
Congrats you’ve maintained this goal for a second day in a row. You had a pretty nice day at work. Dave stopped by your office for a quick non-work related chat. He must of got a new cologne as a gift since he lingered for a while after his ass left. It was that cheap shit they say is expensive for the holiday. Fuckin motor oil and skunk. Maybe he knew and purposely let his funk diffuse out. Oh well. Overlord Jarod however also stopped by. The fuckin Litch lookin ass was actually quite pleasent. No bonus this new year but can’t expect much. Lunch sucked. Dinner wasn’t any better. Hopefully you’ve gotten that stove fixed by the time you pick this back up. Oh you didn’t say anything last time (and I’m not about to fill it in for you) but you feel like it’s a good sign. This month and year starting on Sunday. Feels nice and orderly. Maybe you’ll actually turn your shit around. Maybe you already have? Alright bed is calling your name. Good night Sam. 
Still cringe
Jan 3 2045
Fucking Tuesdays. Harold was throwing a fit about something in the break room during lunch. You had/have a migraine so rather than risk your head exploding you slunk back to your office. Still stinks like fuckin Dave. Going the bed. Sam out.
Jan 4 2045
Salutations Sam,
Yeah that works I guess.
Humpday baby! Fuckin work was pretty okay today. Your office finally doesn’t smell like Ode’ to cheap douche. A lot of meaningless emails back and forth today. Shipping talking about missing packages this and manufacturing complaining about to many people calling in that. Harold (you remember him right? The blowhard with the suspenders that was unleashing sonic warfare yesterday) wasn’t in today. Dude has had a perfect track record since fuckin-ever ago. Oh right! 4663 Yukon Blvd @ 5p.m. Sat. Jarod is taking us all out for a company outing. A little incentive to keep up with this stuff. You aren’t going to write this down anyway. You’ll have a better chance to remember this way. Wanda said to work on rephrasing. Are you still keeping up on that? I hope so. Mom called today. Dad had another fall. He’s okay this time. Neighbors were home and were able to get to him. I keep telling Mom she needs to retire or at least try working from home. I’ll give them a call tomorow after work. Nah. Lunch. Well after that happy note I’m going to bed.
Jan 5 2045
Fuck all happened today. Maybe keeping a journal every day is too much? I guess I don’t have to write a book each time. Just write down the big stuff or the small fun things? Called mom and dad at lunch. Dad’s a little dizzy after the fall but he’s otherwise fine. Didn’t hit anything this time so that’s good. Mom wants to know when I’ll come out and visit. Think I’ll swing by after work on tomorow. Hell maybe even stay the night. She’d be over the moon. Dave was working from home today. Kept sending me these fuckin videos of pets being idiots. He’s a good friend. Even if he distracts me from doing my job. It feels better to write like I and shit. Wanda had a point about taking ownership. I guess thats what I pay her for ha ha. Damn pencil is almost out of lead. Okay I wrote it on a sticky note. Alright going to start packing some luggage for the sleep over. Took longer than I’d want. How did I misplace such a big ass duffle bag? Bed time.
Jan 6 2045
Salutations Sam,
I was right mom is over the moon. Dad was in good spirits too. Hiding in my old room for a second to write. Still not super comfortable letting people know I’m keeping a feelings journal ha ha. Lots of good memories in these walls. Even found my old stash of cigs. Are you still smoke free? I was. Something about that rush of trying to keep it secret. It was only one cig though. Tasted fuckin moldy. 
Jan 7 2045
Salutations Sam,
Mom was on point this morning with the breakfast spread. Dad took his sweet time getting to the table but can’t really blame him. I told them about the company outing. We had a nice morning of just doing nothing. Dad and I actually went out to the pond to cast some lines. One of the blugills had swallowed the hook. Poor thing. Tasted pretty good though. Anyway I’m all re-packed and ready for this whatever it is. I’ll update after I’m back. Maybe I’ll even make a whole new paragraph.
So the company is moving. And I guess…so am I.
Feb 6 2045
Salutations Sam,
Well it’s been a wild few weeks. So to elaborate just in case your memory is foggy. The company moved to a new location and so did you. I mean. I was either going to move or not have a job and I like having heating and food to eat. This new place is maaaaaassive. I mean fuckin huge. The factory alone is like the size of a small town. Thankfully due to the law the office has an elevator. I was not about to walk up 23 flights of stairs. Jarod also took the time to let us know about some downsizing. I haven’t heard from Dave since the move. Why in the hell did we have to get rid of so many people? Surely if we can afford this massive place we can afford to keep people on staff? I knew I should have gotten his number when I had the chance. Maybe I’ll ask around the office and see if anyone has it. At least the drive is nice. Big place but in the middle of nowhere. I have windows in my office now too!
Feb 7 2045
Dad passed.
Feb 13 2045
Mom passed too.
March 6 2045
Salutations Sam,
I’m not sure if it’s the grief or what but something hasn’t been feeling right at work. It feels like we have less and less people everyday. I mean, it is a huge place so maybe I’m just at the wrong place at the wrong time? Whatever. Work is starting to get too much to handle. I think I’m going to take a break writing in this until either I catch up at work or feel better. Wanda says I’ve been making some good strides. Have you?
July 4 2045
Happy Independence day.
Sep 4 2045
Holy shit. I think the world is ending.
Sep 5 2045
Salutations Sam,
So the world isn’t ending. The last season wasn’t great but not that bad. So to catch up. Jarod sent me an email today letting me know I was being promoted. I mean it’s about time. He and I have been basically running this company since day one (even if he doesn’t want to admit it). To celebrate Dave and I went out for a nice dinner. Oh right. I mean you probably know (being me and all ha ha) but Dave and I got married. The bastard wore that awful cologne during our wedding. Would have been nice to have mom and dad there. I think they would be proud of me. I like to think they were there in spirit though (ha ha no pun intended) what with their urns being there and all. He makes me happy. Does he still make you happy? Do you still make him happy? Wanda was right, this journal has been helping. The new meds also help (even if they make my head feel fuzzy). So first thing tomorow I start as co-owner. Dave says I need to quit. He’s just jealous I think. It does feel strange though. Like we’ve been losing more and more people. It’s a big place though. Maybe I’ve just been stuck in the office for too long.
Sep 6 2045
Who’s Jarod? I’ve seen their name a couple times. Man. Dave is right I think I need to talk to my doctor. I built this company from the ground up. Maybe the years are starting to catch up with me. Maybe the meds aren’t working like they used to.
Nov 20 2045
Everyone is gone. Not dead. No just gone. I can’t believe I found this thing in the breakroom. I need to keep my notes again. Everything is getting hazey more and more each day. How big is this fucking building? When was the last time I saw Dave? He went down to the call center weeks ago. I think he’s gone now too. That’s fine. I’m used to being alone. We had a pretty big fight a while ago, before he left. He kept bringing up my parents. I didn’t know my parents. I didn’t like him teasing me.
Nov 21 2045
I hear footsteps throughout the building. Not my foot steps. I think I can also hear someone calling out. That can’t be possible. I’m alone. I think so at least. I hope so. 
I just killed a man. He smelled horrible. Like Motor oil and skunk.
Nov 23 2045
My name is Sam Ramsfield. My name is Sam Ramsfield. My name is Sam Ramsfield.
Dec 18 2-45
Hello Sam,
You sound like you’ve had a pretty rough time. I’m not sure who or where you are. But I found this notebook. Maybe I’m writing to the dead here but maybe just maybe I’m not really alone here. If you are alive (and also not wanting to eat my face) know that you aren’t alone. I’m sorry for my poor manners. You gave me your name but I can’t do the same. Please forgive me. You have very nice handwriting. It looks a lot like mine. Did we know each other? If you find this and find me (it won’t be hard to mistake me I’m most likely the only person in here besides you) please consider these questions and bring answers to them. 
Where did you come from?
Did we know each other (Are we maybe siblings?)
Do you know a way out?
Do you know where the yellow fog came from?
Can we be friends?
I look forward to speaking with you at some point. I’m going to leave this notebook where I found it. I usually wander around the Stone Temple until the large flood light goes dim. When the dark times are coming I make my way to the Clear Wall. The one with the wooden altar. Maybe we can look at the stars together?
Dec 31 2045
Salutations Sam,
Maybe next year will be different.
Sincerely,
SAM
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infpsagittarius · 1 year
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Updates on my life
It's the beginning of a new school year. I've jumped to a new school for 27% of salary increase. It's now very close to a legitimate teacher's salary and I'm happy about that. I mean basically I'm working like my last job but the salary is way higher so I think the jump is worth it. And it's true that no matter where you go, you will meet new people and possibly form some bonding too. I do miss my old colleagues and the vibe with them though. But nothing lasts forever. Even their dynamic has changed with the addition of new colleagues.
So new school, I'm teaching P.2 and P.5 with the addition of afternoon zoom supplementary classes almost every day. Yup. So 590 minutes of am classes and 180 minutes of pm classes in a week. So 770 minutes a week. Around 13 hours of teaching a week, that's around 2.5 hours of teaching daily. Duty time= 60 minutes a week. Not too bad at all.
In my last school I had 810 minutes of teaching in a week and 150 minutes of duty time.
The teacher behind me has 790 minutes of teaching in just the morning. She has 90 minutes of duty time too. So maybe I do prefer doing 770 minutes but spread out to pm too.
Yea but like whatever. Why am I flooding this entry with numbers anyway. I gotta admit that I'm strugging with my P.5 students since they are hyperactive and hard to control. I can shout and look really strict but I do feel like it's a facade. I can see the experienced class teacher is earning way more respect than I do. It's maybe she is really passionate about the students and really caring and giving. She gives out this mama vibe that whatever she does is for your own good. Not like us new and young teachers who just know to control the discipline without knowing how to love the children from the heart. Last year I was with the newest of newbies and I didn't learn much regarding how to love the children from heart or how to talk to parents. It's okay at least I'm always open to learn.
Apart from work, I'm hanging out more with the mates where I live and I enjoy that. We play boardgames over wine, talk about stuff, went kayaking and hiking too. As I grow older, the definition of friendship has changed over time. It has been a long time for me to see friendship as "girl friends who I can share everything with". Now for me, friends are the ones who are willing to hang out and who I can share a good time with.
My education is also going right now. I'm going to classes two days a week and I was nervous the first few times going to the English one and it revelaed a lot about my social anxiety. R rasied a point - people who think they are introverted, are they really introverted or they are just insecure? Maybe I'm really just insecure. And where does it stem from? Looks mostly?
Oh that's why I'm also bracing my teeth too. I hope it's gonna do something.
OK so new school year:
new job with higher salary and more people to learn from
hanging out more with friends and forming more meaningful relationships
going to school to get a necessary and non-expensive postgraduate degree
bracing my teeth
The things I wanna improve more:
Make use of my free time (evenings after work, weekends and holidays)
work out more and lose fat since I've almost never lost my fat sucessfully
Continue to learn more and meet more people and form relationships
plan for fun activities and make memories
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thecrackedbead · 2 years
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Earring-tated: A tale of evolution – Part 1/3 – Introduction and designs
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Introduction
About two weeks ago in my write-up the Candy Chaos bracelet, I made a commitment to write about a bunch of earrings that were getting on my nerves. To quote myself I had been:
Writing about them.
Photographing them. (This takes too long as my equipment sucks and my training is non-existent.)
Editing the photographs. (Much like #2 when it comes to time.)
Noticing then freaking out about some miniscule flaws apparent in the photos.
Trying to convince myself that the flaws were barely noticeable and thus could be left along.
Failing at #4 and thus absolutely HAD TO fix said tiny flaws.
Realising that as the items had (minisculely changed), I HAD TO go back to step #2. This cycle of course happened multiple times.
Given I made some of these earrings long before I made that post and my business card says something along the lines of ‘Own the Jewelry, Know the Story’, you are certainly thinking, Why, oh Great Cracked One, hast thou not done a proper posting on the most glorious of all earrings that are thine?
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. . . Okay, okay, maybe this wouldn’t be your normal train of thought as any beader can look at the pairs of earrings featured in this and know they are pretty easy to make. A follow up thought may be something like: Yes, I thought your self-indulgent drivel but that’s because you literally shoved it through my eyeballs and into my brain. P. S. Your ‘ye olde fakee Englishe’ needs work.
However the question permeated your mind, the answer is that I thought that I had little to say, but I made the commitment so I’ll be stuffing a bunch of things into this and the next two blog entries and hoping something interesting will come out. If you get bored, feel free to bypass the text and look at the pictures.
Designing: The First Generation
When I get compliments on my jewelry from strangers, I typically end up strangling the no-so-little voice that wants to announce all my insecurities regarding them to the point that they’d be forgiven for thinking that I was running around wearing a pair of needles jammed into my ears. I guess a chief insecurity is that it feels like 90% of the time, it feels like I don’t so much as design my earrings so much as fall face first into them.
The Quirky, Earthy Earrings V. 1.0
These earrings, originally titled the Inside-to-Out Earrings, were the first things I put up for sale on my Etsy. If you were to peruse it, you’ll note that they are not there but you may find V. 2.0 if it hasn’t sold yet (which I’ll touch upon in part three of these posts).
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Unlike most of my earrings, I designed these from scratch, with no particular desire to match to an existing piece of jewelry or use up some odds and ends. I designed these with a particular person as my muse. When I think on her, the first things that come to mind are that she is outdoorsy, wise and scientific all at the same time and a very loose poetic interpretation of these traits was key to the design. Outdoorsy in the mother of pearl beads as it makes me think of water (also I adore the shade and shine of pearl). The copper findings and beads make me think of wisdom as it arguably man’s oldest metal.  Finally, the bright dyes on the mother of pearl beads make me think of science as nature doesn’t usually produce such colours. Also she happens to look rather good in bright bold ones.
Putting beads inside of the ‘O’-bead’s space made me feel proud of myself as when I’ve seen that space left open. They seemed like empty picture frames, crying out to embrace artwork. So proud I did feel...
Then someone pointed that the name for that type of bead was ‘bead frame’ and felt
A flash of indignation. (How dare reality assert that I wasn’t the first human to come up with the idea!)
Chagrinned. (Wow, that last thought sounded dumb...)
Bemused. (That was silly, but sometimes you just need to laugh at yourself.)
Content. (Whatever. I liked the earrings and that was all that mattered.)
Flowers Piecemeal Style (aka. Flowers in Silver and Gold V. 1.0)
The original version of Flowers in Silver and Gold, aka. Flowers Piecemeal Style was my first venture into making earrings with the express desire not to be buried under an avalanche of odds and ends. At the time, I only had about 4-8 of each type of bead you see below, the beads used were part of my giveaway pile. Unfortunately, any crafter can tell you that craft supplies you intend to give away are likely to wiggle out of said pile, grow legs and migrate in the direction of your supply horde. This had happened a few times with this set and I entered them into a sudden death round. Either I figured out what to do with them or tossed them . . . back into the give-away pile to escape again.
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RE: My wire loops THANKFULLY have improved since this.
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I put them and a few other beads put into groups, rearranged them again, changed their groups, had them doing square dances until I found myself looking at flowers. Huh. Not bad. All I needed was a one long rhodium or silver head pin per earring to hold them together. Problem was, I didn’t have any.
I am guilty of the having the idea of the perfect artists being all Zen who accepts the will of the universe and waiting patiently until it sends them fresh supplies. Periodically this idea floats majestically into my mind and makes me feel like an imposter given that the only floating I do with regards to art is like a helium balloon. It might look majestic but stick me with something sharp and I’ll likely zip around, bouncing off the walls like a Looney Tune, letting out a high-pitched wail all the while.
This should make it unsurprising to you to hear that when I couldn’t find the silver pins (technically rhodium), I tore through my collection and left a ‘bit’ of a mess in my wake. I had inspiration. I had a plan! I wanted to make the earrings now! NOW! NOW!!!! Naturally, I grabbed the only head pins I had which were gold. I put the earrings together and . . .
. . . Didn’t like them.
This helped me go from the bouncing stage to the deflated whoopy cushion one and I was able to calmly assess my work. I had this little dot of gold at the bottom of the earrings where the head of the pin was barely seeable and the gold loop poking out the top of the beads. It looked like I had randomly used gold pins, which I of course had.
I still really wanted to finish the earrings. I still didn’t have silver pins.
Hmmm....
Hmmm...
Hmmm...
If I couldn’t hide it, how about amp it up? Thus, I split the earrings into parts and had interlocking gold pins connecting them. With more gold, it certainly didn’t look random and the combining of the metals could be visually nifty.
Logically, I knew this. I mean in clothes and art we combine colours all the time, but there’s a difference between knowing this at some level and seeing it in action. Almost all the time when I see jewelry, the metal of it is one colour and I think I had subconsciously accepted this as how things should be.
Crystalline Imperfection
Nothing massive to say here. When I first received The Hoard of Doom™, I ended up with a large number of quartz sticks which had been made into beads. Some of them hadn’t weathered travelling as well as others and had broken and chipped in various locations. As the Cracked Bead is my handle, I felt obliged to try to find a purpose before considering getting rid of them.
On closer examination, it became apparent that ideal or not, where smoothness could cause a rainbow to dance along its surfaces, the rough ones could have hundreds of tiny ones do the same, dancing in and out of perception based on the angle of the light. That made me warm to them. Thus, I sorted them by length and hole placement, picked the ones where the holes were closer to the middle, sandwiched a few green jasper beads between them and called the result earrings.
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Not very good images of the 'dancing rainbows'. I tried to get rid of the fuzz but it made the rainbows not show up in the pictures.
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Earth, Wood and Water V. 1.0 and 2.0
These two were off shoots of a necklace with a strained and stretched string at a thrift store which I managed to get it at a discount. Coincidences of coincidences, I had picked up a bunch of wood beads at a different thrift store which had beads that matched them. I also had necklace length memory wire kicking around which I had yet to use.
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Above the original necklace with the frayed thread. Below the final one.
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As memory wire jewelry normally requires more beads that other jewelry, I popped the coincidental beads and a few others onto the wire to pad it out. Honestly, I am hem-haw about the result and suspect I will remake it later on.
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Either way, I only had a few of the large round beads left and wanted them used up. The Hoard of Doom™ had some turquoise-dyed howlite that were similar in shade to the necklace’s similar beads. As they lacked the necklace’s ones’ darker veins, I tossed in a few chocolate jasper beads to compensate.  This made V. 1.0.  I liked the colour combination but lacked more big round beads so used different wooden beads in a different set up for V. 2.0.
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Version one than version two of Earth, Water and Wood. With the second one, I originally had the beads set up like the original one with only one turquoise and one chocolate jasper bead per earring, but they didn't feel right (maybe the wooden bead wasn't big enough to make it work?) so I changed things further.
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Designs: Generation Two (Babies)
I call these the ‘babies’ as, if you look at them with a analytical eye, you’ll see elements and ideas that I liked from the first generation and used them in this one. I’ll explain more as I go.
Water and Rock
If these earrings are the babies of the previous generation, you could call these Flowers Piecemeal’s adopted child. There is no obvious similarity in looks between the two, but the thoughts and ideas from the older earrings were key to ‘raising’ the younger.
I had four brown wooden and four cylinder jasper beads, and a bunch of bronze ‘beads’ I had salvaged from falling apart thrift jewelry. The latter of which were actually closed crimp bead covers that were being used as beads in their own right. None of these beads were the particularly uniform but the oddity appealed to me for some reason.
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While I have yet to find more of these exact cylinder beads, I am happy to report that I've found similar, so I will be able to make more in this style.
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My original plan was to string each one with a bronze head pin and use a bronze jump ring to connect it to the ear wires. However, the bronze jump rings I had were a considerably thicker gauge than the head pin and ear wire. With none of smaller stock available in my local shop and my inner helium balloon cuddling up to a needle, I fell back on what I had learned with ‘Flowers Piecemeal’. I amped up the flaw and instead of only having one overly thick jump ring per earring, I split the earring into parts with and used two. Basically, it is the design equivalent of falling on your face, finding out a bystander was watching and claiming that you ‘meant to do that’. Then when they eye you skeptically, you do it five more times to uphold the lie.
This isn’t to say that I didn’t like the results. I did and I do. I find the lack of perfect uniformity to the wood and crimp beads, visually interesting and complements the fact that the cylinder beads, as they are natural jasper, don’t have the same colour and patterns between pieces. I made two pairs of the things and bemoaned the lack of more of the beads so I could justify making myself a pair. After all, an attempt to fall on your face may result in a summersault instead or cause the aforementioned bystander genuine, if perplexed, laughter. (Provided they aren’t prone to calling an ambulance.)
Pearl of Simplicity and Bronze Diamond Dangles
At this point the babies started having babies.
I ended up making Pearl of Simplicity with Quirky, Earthy’s general design, use of mother of pearl and bead frames and Water and Rock’s use of jump rings. Then when I first noticed and liked that Pearl’s circular bead frames and the jump rings echoed one and another....
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I am disappointed that I don't have much to say about these, but they are some of my favourites.
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You see I had a couple bronze diamond-shaped links from a necklace I had cannibalized and some large bronze-plated plastic beads who, when looked at straight on resembled diamonds. If I could do make repeated circle motifs appealing, why not diamonds? So that was that.
I feel dissatisfied leaving my commentary of those two here. They are two of my favourites. Subtle though it have been, their designs were slowly built up to and I remember each and every step. Add to this, I legitimately like their designs but compared to the other ones, they were quite easy to come up with.
End of designs and onward
So now you have a look at my erratic design process. Next entry will focus on ups and downs of photographing them when you have little in the way of training and equipment. Quite honestly photographing beaded jewelry has a few problems that I never would have suspected.
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crystalcow · 3 years
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𝑆𝑎𝑝𝑛𝑎𝑝𝑠 𝐶ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑑//𝑆𝑎𝑝𝑛𝑎𝑝 𝑝𝑡 4
Masterlist // child reader ML //
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Sapnap x reader !p !child reader
Pronouns used: none specified!
Warnings: swearing, mentions of death, casinos
➳➳➳➳➳┄┄※┄┄➳➳➳➳➳
𝐊𝐢𝐧𝗼𝐤𝗼 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐧𝗼𝐰??
Quackity was telling you all of his plans
He rambled on for hours of his ideas for casinos and how he was going to marry Karl and sapnap
It sounded great
He had his whole plan set up! He even had Sam helping him with the building
But then he left
Just like everyone else
But that was fine! You were just with sapnap
Before Karl came running over rambling on about needed to move his library
He had a library?
“[Redacted] you need to stay close, please”
You looked at him weirdly
Who the fuck was [redacted]
“Karl my names Y/n you idiot” “flame..” “sorry”
He didn’t even notice it and then you had to spend the next couple days hauling over 100 books
“Oo hey what are these! The covers look really weird”
You had found his time travel books
Woops
That man raced over and in the kindest way possible, snatched it from your hands
“Don’t touch those, they are my special books”
You just shrugged and let him be, he freaks you out enough
So you all traveled to this area in the spruce forest and built a really ugly mushroom hut
But hey it’s fine! Foolish thankfully came around later that day and made everything better
So you stuck around
Maybe you needed this, this new start
Oh but prime knows that wouldnt last long
Karl started forgetting
At first it was simple things as just forgetting where he was or little stumbles with names
But eventually he was going away longer and longer
He started calling you by these strange names, some that sound Victorian and western and others that are unlike you
One day he didn’t call you by your name at all
You were hanging around the Sakura trees and the big yin Yang pond waiting for sapnap to come back with George
Then you saw Karl exit the library, running up to him for a hug
It’s been two months since you’ve seen him
You fucking hated it but you couldn’t help but consider him another parental figure
He loved it
But he just stood there as you wrapped your arms around him
Expecting the usual “[reda]- Y/n, I’ve missed you so much my sweet flame!”
But there was nothing just a sad one sided hug
“Hello? I’m sorry but do I know you?”
You were ready to cry
“I’m sorry, I uh must’ve mistaken you for the wrong person” “No that’s fine! Hugs are nice?”
So you left and ran into the library
Scouring throughout all of the books until you found them
The same 8 books you shrugged away
You read through all of them along with Karl’s other journals
You didn’t like going through his stuff especially, a whole invasion of privacy
The more you read the worse it got
What were you gonna tell Sapnap?
Who the hell is James, and [redacted]?
And why couldn’t he stop
It’s no use anymore
You were simply just forgotten
𝐋𝗼𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐬
The closer you got to the large building, the sicker you got
Kinoko Kingdom was supposed to be your free pass
But somehow you always end up here
You called for Sam on the comms waiting for the beep
The inside looked great to say the least
“What are your past relationships with the prisoner?” “No answer.”
“Where are you currently resided?” “No answer”
“Do you believe the prisoner deserves his sentence?” “Maybe”
You put all your shit in the locker and followed him through all the safety checks
“I’m glad you didn’t bring anything with you”
You stood on the platform heart racing as the lava went down
It was like a ticking time bomb
The small squeaks and scratches of the hovering bridge
He just stared at you
That sick stupid mask was broken by tommy that day in the black stone room
So you had to look into his face
Lets just say he looks good in Orange
“Barrier up or down?” “Down”
He backed up into the corner as you stepped in
Smiling
Once the lava cascaded down your smile turned into a sick frown
“Hello” is that all he had to fucking say?
“Screw you. Fuck you. Damn you”
He just looked you a small chuckle escaping from his lips
“Those all mean the same thing.” “Well I’ve been living in cinnamon town for the past couple months, and I’m ready to fucking burn some buns”
Yeah he just laughed
“I’ve missed you Hot shot”
“You ruined our damn life!”
Someone went quiet
“If you didn’t have to have a petty little war, or criminalize children we could’ve been fine! It could’ve just been you, dad, me, and George.”
You were pissed, everyone just kept leaving you.
Tommy and Tubbo, Quackity, Karl, Dream, and hell even Wilbur
“You come and visit me, after not having seen me for months and you just yell? Not a hello or ‘how are you dream?’ ‘How’s prison dream’ ‘how can I help you get out of this damn place’ “
You just sat down ready to just walk out into the lava
“I’ve been stuck here for months! None of you even cared enough to visit me, hell even Tommy came around.”
You might have felt a little bad after leaving him
The prison was cold even tho lava was flowing right there
“Why would you leave the discs alone..” “Because I had to end it.”
What were you doing here
What were you planning on saying?
“So, what do you do in prison”
“I have a clock.”
You got up to go look at the pretty clock
Then threw it at his face
“Ow” “deal with it bitch”
The longer you stayed the worse the feeling in your stomach got
so you buzzed for Sam waving goodbye
“Wait.. Do they miss me?” “Can’t say, but I think this may be for the best.”
He wanted his best friends
But he just got the annoying teenager
Oh but that wouldn’t be the last
𝐋𝐚𝐬 𝐍𝐚𝐯𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐬
You got a letter in the mail one day
Who the hell uses letters??
You were shocked to see the address and the small post card
“Come around some time”-Quackity
Ans on the back it had the cords
Oh well what did you have to loose? Sapnap was focused on Karl
and well Karl didn’t even know you
So you set off
It took you a couple hours travel by horse to get to the desert area
The large sign blaring in the red text
You gotta admit the place looked beautiful
There was a giant dick and different shops
You were shocked to see this random un human like guy
“Hello, I am Charlie a totally human guy!”
Yeah totally not slime
“I’m uh, Y/n?” He reached out for a handshake sort of thing
“Dap me up!” “Another time Charlie”
Maybe when you had hand sanitizer
“Ohh so your Y/n! Mister Quackity talks about you all the time, come on in!”
You were skeptical but followed anyways
Stopping in your tracks when you saw Fundy
“Furry?” “Fire shit?”
You went over to give him a side hug, ruffling his fur
“What the hell are you doing here ginger boy!” “Oh you know, just escaping nightmares”
You were confused then just let him be
You walked to the entry way of the place
A beautiful pond with flowers and an arch
“Did what the place where Mr. Quackity was going to propose!”
Going to?
You shrugged it off following inside
You hated to admit it, but you were excited to see him
Yeah you really needed a parental figure in your life at the moment
So when you saw him, he immediately pick you up in a hug
You didn’t fail to notice his change in appearance
That beanie stayed the same tho
Thank god
“Hey hey! Let me show you around the place, we can also go for lunch and talk.”
The casino looked great to say the least
Loud music booming from the speakers, along with the live jazz band on the side
Slot machines were going off every minute
“Have a chip, something to remember this by”
He handed you a red poker chip
It was a cool one tho, in the middle has a blocky sort of smile
Creepy and dopey.. sick!
So you put it around a spare silver chain
“So how have you been kid? ‘Ts been a while hasn’t it.” “Could be better..”
You both walked around the city in silence, offering to go in the super model shop
“No” “why not” “keep walking”
On your way to lunch you had to squint at what you were seeing
“Oh my goodness you’re still alive?!” “You’re alive!?”
You and revivebur just stared at one another
“Yeah he came back after I died!” “you what now-“
You just stared at Tommy and back to Wilbur
Oh god those shrooms were messing with your head
You should’ve gotten out of there a while ago
Quackity came over placing his hands on your shoulders
“Do I have to execute you both? Get off my damn property”
“Sorry Q. Say, Y/n wanna join Lmanburg 2.0?”
You back away holding your hands up
“I denied that offer once, and I’ll do it again. Fucking zombie freaks”
You obviously muttered the last part
Why the fuck did dream revive those two shits??
When did Tommy even die??
Your visit here has just gotten weirder and weirder
𝐌𝗼𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬
Quackity got you away from the brits as quick as he could
So he brought you over to his office
“So kid, how’s your dad..”
Ah you expected this question
“How the fuck am I supposed to know. He’s living his life, Karl’s time traveling! Oh yeah did I mention he doesn’t even remember me.”
He looked at you with wide eyes
“So I’m not the only one they forgot..”
You slammed you hands on the fable dramatizing the situation
“How would you feel about moving here? I mean you could work for me in the casino!”
You thought about it for a second
You have two options
1. Live in shroom town with bubbles
2. Move to las Nevada’s with Quackity
You were sure Sapnap wouldn’t mind
I mean would he even care?
He hasn’t for the past couple months!
“You feel abandoned there, over here there are hundreds of people. You’ll have the time of your life”
You thought about it for a sec
“Alright hand me a contract”
So you signed
Making deals with the devil huh
Little did you know it would cost you your life
Devils little soul
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and this is the finale! I will take requests for sapnaps child, and I’ll do some shit with Quackity and the casino and go in more depth if wanted!
As always request and ask anything! And ask if you want to be on a taglist (child reader or general)
For those on the taglist I don’t know if you wanted to be tagged for all child reader shit or just dreams child.. so please tell me :)
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eroslove88 · 3 years
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Helpless
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✽ Pairing: Stepdad Shigaraki x Stepdaughter Reader
✽ Warnings: Kidnapping, non-con/dub-con, machine, riding, overstimulation, recording, daddy kink, drugging, begging, humiliation, cream pie, slight bondage, choking, punishing, fisting, and Somnophilia
✽ AU: Quirkless (Alternative Universe)
✽ Note: This was a request from, @eyebowlsworld, hope you enjoy sorry it took a while 🐱 anyways have fun! Also you are of age in this story....
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You didn't know why but you never liked your mom's boyfriend. Well there were many reasons, one being he was dry.... literally and when talking too, two he hardly showered, three he was weird. You always tried to talk to him and get to know him but he never seemed interested in trying to get to know his girlfriend's daughter. After 6 months you gave up and tried to stay away from home because he started living there now. Believe it or not your mom didn't noticed this, and after a year and 2 months they got married.
Of course you felt happy for your mom but you also upset that you never had to see him more now. 3 weeks after the marriage things were getting strange. Some of your stuff started disappearing, it started with just a pen, then your diary, your underwear, your bra.... There had to be an explanation to this.
You walked into your house and looked around before sighing an placing your bag down, "Mom, Shigaraki! You home?" you called out. No response, "So not home yet" you mumbled already used to your mom's tardiness. But what did you expect from a doctor. After pouring yourself some water you went to turn on the TV but you heard creaking, it was coming from upstairs. You stood up and grabbed for your phone but only it wasn't where you left it. "What the fuck?" you whispered out. "Maybe I misplaced it" you thought looking under the couch.
"Looking for this?" a familiar scratchy voice called out. You felt your heart stop realizing who it was. Slowly you looked up and then to the staircase. "I never liked your mom coming home late it made me mad" he said scratching his neck.
"Oh you came home early today?" you asked nervously taking a step back.
"No but I had a day off" he said with a crazy smile. Immediately you felt uneasy and uncomfortable. You looked over to his hand and saw a pill container and realized he had done to your drink.
"D-did you drug the water?" you asked voice shaking and eyes burning with tears stinging the corners of your eyes.
His eyes wondered to you looking you up and down, "Sit down" he pointed to the couch. Gulping you nodded and sat down looking at the ground. He reached for something in his bag and then he pulled out your diary, "September 16th..." he paused looking down to you. You slowly realized which entry this was, "Dear diary, today when I came home my step dad slut shamed me for my outfit. I didn't think there was anything wrong with it but the worst part was my mom agreed, that was a dick move on his part. Damn why can't they just break up?" he smirked looking away from the book then back to you. "Your so cute when your scared" you whimperd hearing his footsteps coming closer.
"I'm sorry" you said voice barely above a whisper cracking. Your face was red and due to the tears wet. You never knew why but he intimidated you and now you felt dizzy and tired. Out of your last efforts you reached for the house phone but, "You cut the-"
"Wire? Yes couldn't have my little girl try leaving" his voice got quiter and that's when you realized you were falling asleep. Even after many attempts to stay awake you still knocked out. "Sweet dreams" you heard before you saw black.
After chaining you to the bed back at his place he waited for a couple of hours before getting bored. So he decided that you owed him this....
He took off your skirt and began pushing in one finger at a time slowly into your tight cunt watching you squirm and let out small quiet moans. Slowly started picking up the pace and left small comments, "Your so tight for me baby"
You slowly started to wake up and to your horror you saw as he put his last finger in going in with a pop. He looked back up hearing your chocked sob and protest, "S-stop Stop Please" you begged trying to go as far away as you could from him. He only chuckled and went faster, "Nghh- I-I can't it hurts" you complained shaking your head eyes burning from the tears.
"Aww my poor baby" he said sarcastically rolling his eyes with a sadistic smirk. You were getting close, "Don't you dare cum until I say so!" he warned not stopping. Almost immediately after he said that your eyes rolled back and you came all over his hand. "Tsk tsk tsk" he said pulling his hand out. "Look at the mess you've made" he walked to you slowly, "No clean it up" he demanded leaving his fist in front of your lips. Slowly you stuck out your tongue but he thought you were to slow so he shoved his fist into your mouth, "Hurry up! I don't have all day"
You swirled your tongue around his fingers until he pulled out his hand. "P-Please Shigaraki, can I do home now?" you asked pathetically.
He chuckled, "I told you not to cum until I said so" he said not bothering to turn around walking out of the room.
Before you knew it you were in a squat position chained unable to move while being fucked by machine. "Aww I thought my baby wanted to cum" he cooed as you threw your head back onto his shoulder sobbing after you came for the 3rd time.
"Sh-Shiga-" before you could finish your barely manageable sentence he cut you off. "That's not my name" he said wrapping a hand around your neck giving a tight squeeze. "Think about it" he whispered into your ear after seeing you slightly confused. You groaned feeling the machine slow down so close to your climax. Your face already red from crying now even darker from the embarrassment as you stuttered out a beg, "D-Daddy please stop"
He patted your head before pushing a button making the machine go faster, "One more time for me baby" he began to chuckle, "Say hi to mommy" he said pointing to a camera with a red light shining. You were so stupid no to have noticed it, "Come on" Shigaraki squeezed your face making you look at the camera. You shook your head before you came all over the machine again.
"Please daddy! No more!" you practically yelled. He got up and turned the machine off leaving you with shaky legs and a tear stained face. "W-What are you doing?" you asked hearing a the sound of a belt buckle.
"You not stupid put two and two together" he said annoyed. Before you could say anything he had untied you and made you sit on his already hard cock. "Come on ride daddy's dick like a good girl then this will all be over" he said moving a piece of hair from your wet tear stained face.
"It hurts" you complained from the past orgasms. Slowly he rocked his hips and you began shifting. "You promise daddy?" you asked.
"I promise" an obviously lie but you were desperate. You began to move slowly at first but you soon sped up. "That's it cum all over daddy's cock" he said watching you sob but you started slowing down, "Don't slow down?" he demanded, "Or do you want the machine again?" he asked trying not to laugh at how cute you looked crying and shaking your head violently speeding up. "Don't stop until I cum" he demanded.
"Fuck Fuck Fuck" you chanted tipping over the edge. You did as he said and came all over his cock. You still kept going praying he'd cum soon. And he was, you felt his cock twitch inside of you, "No, Not inside please" you exclaimed stopping. But it was to late as soon as you ended your sentence you felt hot thick ropes shoot inside of you.
You collapsed immediately as he reached for the camera ending the live. He patted your head pulling out. "You did a good job" he praised. "C-can I go home now?" you asked weakly and tired. He shook his head, "No, I want to keep my little girl" he said leaning down and kissing your forehead then giving your pussy a nice smack causing you to whimper, he only chuckled at this though.
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sassyangelchild · 3 years
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Mahiru (MILGRAM) and why I voted her guilty
Okay so I know that Mahiru’s trial time has almost ended but I wanted to share my thoughts on her and her crime. English is not my mother tongue so I may make mistakes, sorry in advance.
At first I thought the same as a lot of people, that her and his boyfriend had problems, she pressured him too much and he killed himself... BUT then I satrted to think, and to find her MV a little suspicious.... what if they weren’t even dating?
Ok hear me out.  I’m not saying they didn’t know each other. But I don’t trust Mahiru’s POV. Yes, the PV can’t lie because it’s extracted from their minds but that only means that we are seeing what Mahiru truly thinks and how she viewed the crime. What she thinks happened and what happened could not be exactly the same. 
Now I’m going to analyze the PV to support my theory. Obviously I can’t know if it’s true, I can’t only speculate since we don’t really know the truth, but I’m going to explain the things that made me reach this conclusion. Some parts I would mark them as pure speculation based in if my theory is true. The translation of the diary is a translation posted in the youtube video comments by 猫黒.
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So Mahiru’s story is a 16 day story (the number of entries in her diary that appear in the PV). The first two days Mahiru and the man who is supossed to be her boyfriend don’t even know each other, so we are talking about a 14 days relationship/12 days if we take into account the first day they TALKED for the first time. It’s... quite short.
Day 3 is the first time they even exchange a GLANCE and we don’t even know if the “boyfriend” noticed her lol they locked eyes for a moment but it’s not something so unusual. Mahiru felt it was fate, sure, but we don’t have the boy’s point of view.
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It’s not until day 5 they really interact. Day 4 is Mahiru seeing him but she doesn’t even talk with him and he doesn’t approach her either so... he probably didn’t even notice her/didn’t know her. Day 5 she finally is able to talk with him. 
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Day 8 Mahiru decides to confess waiting for him outside his work. This is... weird. I mean, they don’t even know each other that much but she is already waiting outside his work? To me this seems like she stalked him since she couldn’t get a hold of him by normal means. The most normal interaction if they were already friends would be to call him or something to hang out, this feels more like Mahiru trying to ensure he can’t avoid her since she knows he has to go to work and go home at some point, it doesn’t seem like he is expecting her to be there and for that reason she is early, to make sure he doen’t go home without encountering her. She even call it an ambush. 
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Then she calls it a date but based on what I said above I don’t really think it was, although for Mahiru it was because her mind works like that so it’s not a lie for her. I thinks it’s the same as in day 3, for her it was “destiny” but we don’t have the boy’s point of view. Also a very suspicious thing: she doesn’t tell you the boy accepted the confession. We suposse he must have because from that moment Mahiru is convinced they are dating and tells you that but I don’t think Mahiru is a reliable narrator and if they are really going out, why refuse to say “he said yes”? She just says “Not gonna say. But can’t you tell from my face?”. She avoids telling crearly what was the answer.
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 And it’s not only that. The diary entries start to become messier, the lines more broken and the text harder to read around day 8, the confession, until they resemble an anonymous threat letter lol. Why would it get darker when supossedly the guy told her yes? My theory is that things didn’t go as well as Mahiru makes it seem in day8. Maybe in her head she is still convinced that things are going to work out in the end but deep down she knows things are not that good and so the diary becomes more of a mess reflecting that.
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Day 10, she seems to thinks they are going out and every time they meet she calls it a date, but I find interesting that she says he doesn’t seems to notice her appearence. You could say he is just that sort of guy but come on, they are at the start of the relationship and he doesn’t seem to look at her or tell her she is pretty? Seems to me like he isn’t even interested in her romantically speaking and probably doesn’t even think they are in a relationship lol
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Okay in day 11 they go to the same place. Maybe they really went together (which doesn’t mean he thinks about it like a date, he could thinks about her like a friend or a nice girl without wanting to be in a romantic relationship with her) or maybe, since she already said it’s a place from a movie he really liked they could have meet there by pure chance. I can’t really say without more info.
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Day 12, and this is the exact moment where I started to find everthing super suspicious. First Mahiru is totally in love with the guy, she talks constantly about him in the diary, she interprets everything he does or likes as fate or something good blablabla.... then why doesn’t she say more about that day? She has been in her boyfriend’s house for the first time and she says she hardly remembers anything? Are you kidding me? She can’t tell anything about the date? They hang out at his house and she can’t even say something like “wow, he finally made a move, I’m so happy” “wow we talked a lot and I had a lot of fun” “we watched films” “I’m a little sad because he didn’t try anything”..... How can she not have anything to say about such a step in their relationship when she usually talks about the smallest interaction they have? It’s super suspicious. And the weird things don’t end there.
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The picture of day 12 shows her in his house but don’t you thinks it’s a little weird? Because the boyfriend is not seen anywhere at all. They even put a mirror in there to show you that he isn’t there. Why put that mirror there if not to show us that yes, he is not there welcoming her, we aren’t seeing him and it’s not because he is in front of her because then he would be reflected in there. And then you start to wonder... And realize all the dates and stuff Mahiru talks about where the boyfriend should be... he is just not there. It’s always Mahiru alone with the exception of one day we would talk later. And it’s not because the photos can only show Mahiru because we’ve seen the hands of the person who sells her coffe in day 2, the dog in day 8 and the hairdresser in day 10 that is even shown in the mirror too. Why is the only person who is not shown in the photos the boyfriend? Because he wasn’t even hanging out with her, she probably stalked him and thought about it like a date. 
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Day 14 is the only one where we supossedly see the boyfriend, and in case it really is him it only makes it weirder for him not be in all the other photos. Mahiru is always talking about they going out on dates but she is always shown alone. 
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Also she says she “really asked him to come along”. Why do you have to really insist if he is supossed to be your boyfriend who loves movies? Maybe because he doesn’t even know you that well and you are not going out...
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Day 15 they go to the shrine to pray for the new year. Again he is not shown in the photo, and considering that is quite common to go to pray at the shrine in new year I think (again) that although they may have seen each other there for real it was not a date although Mahiru probably thinks that it was fate and therefore a date of sorts.
Mahiru’s wish is also weird. Why woul anyone get in their way or why is she thinking they are no going to be together? They supossedly just started going out, why is she so paranoic with him leaving? Maybe because they are not really going out and she fears he is going to get taken by other person since he is technically single.
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Day 16, the day before the crime, the last entry we have before the scene where Mahiru wakes up with an horrified look in her face. She says she is in his house waiting with the food ready. Ok lovely but... think about it. First, if it’s a surprise it means he doesn’t know she is in his house so how has she entered? Did he gave her his house keys? That’s a little weird since they aren’t going out for that long, Mahiru dind’t even mention him giving her the keys (nor has she mentioned him doing nothing a boyfriend would do like kissing her or telling her he loves her) so they don’t seem so close yet. She says she has jotted down everything he likes, which makes me think that he hasn’t told her, she has deduced it by... basically oberving him which depending on how has she done it could be stalking. 
Okay now think about it. You are a boy who meets Mahiru. She seems nice, sure, but you aren’t really interested in going out with her. Then one day she is outside your work waiting for you, confesses and you tell her no so you thinks everything is okay. She keeps talking to you so you think “well nothing wrong with that I guess”. One day you return home and she is there. You don’t know how she has entered. She is just there, smiling as if nothing is wrong, with dinner ready. That would scare me to death. 
And the next thing we know is that he is dead. 
I think he freaked out, told her she was creeping him out and that he didn’t want her to keep stalking him, that he dind’t love her... and she snapped.
If we listen to the song she is shown as someone who doesn’t really care about his boyfriend’s thoughts. She thinks his distressed face is cute instead of worrying for why is he making that face in the first place, she calls him knowing she would wake him up, she talks about a “breakup ritual” like it’s something normal when it isn’t and even if they were going out if they are constantly breaking up she should be thinking about which are the reason because that is going to end up being a toxic relationship but she doesn’t seem worried at all... In one line she says  "wonder if you’ll get angry soon" and in other she says  "I’m going to start relying on you if you’re kind to me, so please forgive me, thanks!". That sounds like he stayed friends with her (why wouldn’t he at the start if she haven’t done anything bad to him) and she interpreted as permission to start fantasizing about being more with him and start stalking him. The lyrics make her seem emotionally manipulative “ If you don’t hug me, even our hearts will start drifting apart”, “ Giving you love to the point of pulling you down”,  “ We fought sometimes/I was happy to get hurt/Let’s have matching pain, this sickness is pretty bad/This is a claim of responsibility/From the two of us with matching love”. 
I think some of the lyrics fit quite well my theory of them not being in a real relationship “Wanting to know everything about you, but wanting to die because it can’t come true”.
And lastly don’t forget the interrogations we have seen up until know. They ask Mahiru what she would do to atone for her sin and she says she doesn’t even know if  her actions were a bad thing. She also said to Es that if they are not careful she might fall in love and kill him too. When asked what does she want from her lover she says that she only wants for him to accept her love (meaning his previous “boyfriend” who I think wasn’t in reality her boyfriend did not accept her love, making me believe more in my theory). She is also shown to be quite self centered and selfish, always talking about what she wants without caring about what her partner might feel (when asked what is worse than death she replied not being able to love... girl you killed the guy, I think he has it worse and all you are thinking is like “oh, how bad I killed him because I can’t keep on forcing my love on him”)
To sum up, this are the reasons why I voted Mahiru guilty and I seriously think she was not in a relationship with the guy or at least she has distorted the reality in her mind.
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