#i love talking ab my writing projects yknow i think i Want to do this

[mishkakagehishka]

Was doing my pre-sleep enstars grinding and, like one does, i zoned out and spent most of the last 30min thinking ab the valkyrie interactive horror thingie so let me elaborate (and rant) on that for a moment, just to get all my thoughts and (over)ambitious plans out

So, firstly, the concept. I was thinking, it's a shame I'm a writer blog with the Living Doll Mika pfp - my fave cardset - yet I wrote nothing inspired by those cards. The idea came to mind of a haunted house (this is a recurring theme with me, you'll notice, I simply love haunted architecture), the masters of which are Shu and Mika. Now, those two are, I'm thinking, either spirits or possessed dolls. I'm leaning more towards semi-material spirits, because lifesized dolls... i'm not too sure on that? But, I have some time to iron out the details.

Anyway, the point is, they're part of the haunting, but- Shu found out recently that they're not actually Alive, and Mika, I'm thinking doesn't yet know. Just to add a lil angst to it, though I might remove this part and simply reuse it for a separate fic, we can recycle. What I'm saying is, the mischievious spirits are the masters of the house, so when a stranger starts poking around where they shouldn't, it's up to them to get rid of the intruder. And so starts the cat-mouse game of Shu trying to lure them into traps and Mika trying to catch them off-guard and, well... his hands are caked in all that dried blood for a reason, no? The stranger (the protag, that means, you, the reader♡) tries to evade them, outsmart them all the while. The goal is to gtfo, naturally.

Now as for the logistics... I decided I didn't like the idea of polls. I don't think it's a good idea, considering it'd make it feel? Time-limited? Like, you have to read as it's written, or you're too late and there goes the fun. It also feels lame, like, rather than the majority's choice, I's want anyone to be able to choose what they want to do. I'd rather write out all the branches. I was thinking I might want to track down one of those websites/programmes that can make visual novels/dating sims. Though I'd have to find a text-based one, I think they exist since I have heard of a text-only dating sim. However, if I don't find it, or can't figure out how to work it, we'll just make do with hyperlinks;;; stuff like "make your choice" and links to the following parts seems sloppy, but it's practical, and I think a good way to go about it. Maybe. I'd rather have a "game", though, since I could implement more choices and even dialogue branches.

Speaking of which. I wanna have bad endings, I wanna have two neutral endings, and I wanna have The Good Ending. But I also wanna add two secret romantic endings. Just for the lols. The bad endings, of course, would be the protagonist dying. One neutral ending, I want to be "the protag escapes, but the spirits have connected to them" i forgot the word, but you know, when a spirit starts following you? That sorta stuff. Kinda "you survived the house, but you're not safe". The second neutral ending, I want to be "the protag escapes, the spirits remain in the house", and the good ending, I want it to be "the spirits have moved on", because that feels somehow? Good to me? I need to give them a violent backstory to give them a reason to remain. I think it could work for the "we're still alive" delusions, too, if they can't even move on. And the secret romantic endings, well, one of the spirits falls in love. A bad ending, if you think about it.

But that's about all i have in mind rn. I'll write up an outline and the most important branches when I get home, and then go hunting for visual novel making stuff. I think I found a masterpost on tumblr once, I'll try to find it again. If not! We're using links <3

[distresssindamsel-blog]

FAT

Let me tell y'all a story. When I was only 10 years old, I was diagnosed with Scoliosis, meaning a part of my spine was not straight to a certain degree. And at the time, my puberty hasn't started. My doctor told me that I would have to have regular therapy, but there is no 100% assurance my spine would be straight again. We were just going to try to get the best we could. Along with this, my doctor said that I would be having a hard time because of this. First, if I wanted to get better, I'd have to maintain a certain weight- which is less than average. However, my metabolism would be very slow. So my grandmother, who was always the one bringing me to the doctor since I was a child, questioned this. It would mean I would be eating little to nothing. So we doubled my therapy and did everything I could. Compared to my friends, relatived, and classmates, I ate relatively, A LITTLE. meaning I didn't eat carbs more than a slice of a loaf of bread. At time I wouldn't even eat. But I quickly became fatter and fatter. At the age of 11, I started encountering the rest of the effects my sickness had on me. Including becoming almost overweight. Now, I'm 16. And let me give you a little overview of how I look like. Height: 5'2 Weight: 155 lbs Upper arms: relatively large Upper legs: large (mermaid legs as we call it) Lower legs: like someone got a butt cheek and put it there Stomach: not round, not flat. But it's there. Cheeks: 32A if it were boobs Now, I know 155 lbs is average for my height, but I look like a tall person squished into a ball. So anyway, moving on. I'm 16, whose ex boyfriend is this rather handsome looking young man, 5'8, has abs, and is an athlete not in 1, not in 2, but THREE SPORTS. Me? Well I play 1 sport. Yet WHAT DO I GET? A PUDGY FAT BLOBBY FIGURE THAT IS CAUSED BY AN INCURABLE SICKNESS. I've been told I don't deserve to be an athlete because of my weight. I've been told I don't deserve my boyfriend (at the time) because of my weight. HECK I'VE BEEN FREAKING TOLD I DON'T DESERVE TO LIVE THE WAY I DO, TALK THE WAY I DO, DRESS THE WAY I DO because of my weight. So what did I do? DUHH, TRY TO LOSE WEIGHT. And I've read a hell lot of articles talkin bout how we should learn to love our body because that's what's been given us, and yeah, that's right. But that's not my point. I do love my body, trust me. But my weight's destroyed my life for me, and I'm making the decision to change that. I'm not aiming for a barbie doll body, but atleast be... healthy. Those who are healthy but curvy have the right to stay the way theye are, but not me. So anyway, today I started my first day at the gym. I was wearing my gym attire and on my way up when my family comes. So, like any other person taking a great leap of faith, I'm excited as hell to tell them. And the conversation is as follows: Me: I'm going to the gym to go on a run Brother: Imma time you, betcha you'll last 10 seconds max Father: You're already fat enough you can't do anything. How about lessening on your intake? That'll prolly make a big difference Mother: you can try, hun. At first I didn't allow them to rain on my parade because they been doing it since I was born. So I went and lasted 30 mins on automatic, which meant I started with 1kph to 12 kph IN ONLY 30 MINUTES which is (TAKE NOTE) INSANE for a fucking FAT BEGINNER like me. How'd I last that long, y'all ask? Well (IN NO PARTICULAR ORDER) 1. I would be seeing my long distance ex boyfriend in less than half a year-gotta slay when he sees me 2. I'm entering a new school but a lot of people I know transferred there too-introducing new me (v 2.0) 3. There were A LOT of encouraging smiles at the gym (some were prolly sarcastic but yknow-don't rain on my parade) 4. MY BACK CANT TAKE IT ANYMORE I CANT BREATH NORMALLY ANYMORE-health reasons 5. I'm trying to become varsity again-rival school of my former school surprise surprise 6. A grand ball of our entire clan is coming up-which is a big deal when you have extremely judgemental, weight conscious relatives 7. I was offered some modeling projects but I woukd have to lose 20 lbs atleast-lets make 'em proud 8. FOR ME 9. FOR MYSELF 10. FOR I So, fast forward to after the run. I come home and head straight for an ice bath. I get out do my night routine, and go out to the living room with a hella proud smile on my face. Internally: OMFG I JUST FINISHED 1 ROUND OF AN ENTIRE PROFESSIONAL RUN LIKE OMFG And so anyway, too much hurtful words to relay, BASICALLY, I'm just too fat and going to the gym isn't a thing FAT PEOPLE DO (apparently the gym's just full of ALREADY fit people tryna become fitter BECAUSE APPARENTLY THEY WERE PROLLY BORN LIKE THAT *note the sarcasm*) So all 10 reasons, all max motivation went down the drain. The very people who were supposed to be the first to support me and motivate me, were the first to discriminate me and tell me I CAN'T Moral of the story: JUST FUCKING SUPPORT THE PERSON EVEN IF YOU'RE IN COMPLETE DISBELIEF. IF YOU DON'T BELIEVE IN THEM, DON'T DESTROY THEY'RE BELIEF IN THEMSELVES JUST BECAUSE YOU DISAGREE. THAT 1 HURTFUL COMMENT GOES A FUCKING LONG WAY. and so does that 1 "i believe you can do it" Y'all judging a fat person in the gym is just like judging a homeless at a job fair. It's just... plain wrong. If a bitch says she's tryna change, don't judge her. If a player says he's going to settle down, don't judge him. BASICALLY, DON'T JUDGE. Maybe in your view you're the main character of the story and they're some extra who enters and leaves the plot the same, but that's not the case in they're story. Don't be the antagonist. You can either be the antagonist, an extra, or the magic. You can destroy the protagonist, help the protagonist, OR SHUT THE HELL UP. anyway. I started this and this was supposed to be a rant (which extremely is) but after writing all that encouragement, I think I'll do Day 2 tomorrow 😀)