#lettuce tutorials

[machetelettuce]

Can we please get a Nari eye tutorial for both simple and detailed versions? Blease bro he's so eyes I need to know how to draw him 😭

my silly narinder eye tutorial,,, i hope this helps :)!!!!!

[lookingviewer]

Comic Tutorial

"Christmas tree"

In comic style: RosyClozy

Made this at the request of: @pinkyucatdump

(Had to republish due to a mistake. TmT)

Regarding the detail.

If you saw the moments, I used these frames:

Usually, it helps to avoid suffering with movement within the frame. So, we need to see how it works 🤔

Addition:

These are frames in a comic

1280 х 720

+ Main background.

You can (with yellow background), just change the color for your needs

[sportsandlaughs]

[anielskaaniela]

4 Ways How to Sew Lettuce Hem:Beginners Tutorial

In this post, you’ll learn 4 ways on how to sew lettuce hem for beginners. Love what you see ? Support me by snagging some cool items from my shop! Every purchase helps me bring you more awesome content. Thank you! Shop Now A lettuce hem is a stylish and playful way to finish the edges of your garments. This technique creates a ruffled, wavy edge that adds a fun and feminine touch to skirts,…

[sugardollyxoxo]

Dolly's guide to glow this summer ✨🐬

visualize 💭

We all have that dream version of ourselves living in our heads, but with school and work, it can be tough to actually bring her to life. Now that classes are wrapping up and summer’s right around the corner, it’s the perfect time to start becoming her 🎀

Pinterest and Canva are amazing tools when it comes to figuring out your vibe. When you’re scrolling through Pinterest, don’t just save the first cute thing you see. Instead, ask yourself things like: “What would she wear?” “How does her hair look?” “What’s her everyday makeup?” Thinking this way helps you build a clear, consistent aesthetic to aim for.

For the next part, grab that cute notebook you’ve been saving because now’s the time to finally use it. Grab a pen in your fave color and start by answering these:

How does she talk?

What are her core values?

What’s a day in her life like?

move move move 🛼

The fastest way to bring out your inner glow is by moving your body. When you move, you increase blood flow and sweat, which helps flush out toxins and improve circulation. This, in turn, reduces inflammation and gives you that radiant glow🌟

One of the best things about summer is that there are so many fun ways to get active—it’s easier to sweat and feel good. Whether it’s a 30-minute walk or a 1-hour gym session, simply moving your body is already a win. Below, I’ll list some cute and easy ways to get moving:

Hot girl walks🌸 – Put on a cute outfit, turn on your fave playlist, and stroll around your local park or neighborhood.

Incline walking on the treadmill – A great alternative if you’d rather stay out of the sun but still want the benefits.

At-home Pilates & workouts – Throw on a cute set and follow a YouTube tutorial (just make sure the instructor is certified). Below are some of my fave channels!!

https://www.youtube.com/@DaisyKeech

https://www.youtube.com/@MadeleineAbeid/videos

https://www.youtube.com/@MoveWithNicole

https://www.youtube.com/@LillySabri

nourishment 🥒

The key to keeping that inner glow shining really comes down to your diet. When you regularly eat ultra-processed foods and lots of sugar, your body will show it, whether you want it to or not. This can lead to persistent low mood, continuous breakouts, and even premature aging. To fight back, focus on eating a diet full of fruits, veggies, and healthy fats. ✨

Here are a few tips to help glow from the inside out:

Struggle with getting in fruits & veggies? Try making a smoothie or looking into supplements—but always talk to your doctor first so you’re not taking anything unnecessary or harmful.

Add collagen & omega-3-rich foods like bone broth, chicken skin, salmon, and citrus fruits. These support skin health and boost elasticity.

Green tea + kombucha = goddess glow🌟 They’re packed with powerful antioxidants that help reduce inflammation, protect your cells, support gut health, and just overall benefit your health.

The (not so) secret to keeping your skin glowy and juicy is hydration!!! You need to stay hydrated both inside and out to get that natural radiance. When your body is well-hydrated, your circulation improves, more nutrients are delivered to your skin and cells, and toxins get flushed out. Below are some ways to stay hydrated:

Eat more water-rich fruits and veggies like strawberries, watermelon, cucumber, cantaloupe, lettuce, and spinach.

DRINK YOUR WATER!!!💦 If you struggle with plain water, try adding the mentioned fruits and veggies for a light, refreshing flavor (cucumber & strawberries are my faves) You can also use electrolyte powders, my top rec is the one from Ultima.

Alternatives If I’m not in the mood for water, I’ll also go for coconut water, tea, or 100% fruit juice (make sure it’s not from concentrate!).

skin 🧖‍♀️

When it comes to soft, shiny skin, exfoliation + hydration is the ultimate duo (with consistency of course) I like to focus on hydration during the day and exfoliation at night, since your skin is more sensitive to the sun after exfoliating.

DRY BRUSH, DRY BRUSH, DRY BRUSH!!! I've seen such a drastic difference in my skin texture since doing it consistently, especially paired with a good scrub.

About body scrubs... I know it hurts to hear this, but ditch the sweet scented ones and invest in a good chemical body scrub with AHA, BHA, or glycolic acid. They penetrate the skin and dissolve dead skin cells more efficiently and promote cell turn over leading to smoother & brighter skin.

If you’re prone to dry skin like me, skip the pricey body oils and pick up a petroleum based product like Vaseline or Aquaphor. Petroleum creates a barrier that locks in moisture, effectively preventing moisture loss and it works so well.

SPF!!!!!!!☀️I cannot stress this enough—protect your skin, always.

This is the first time i've ever made a long post like this, i hope it was helpful !!! please reach out if you have any questions, stay gorgeous dolls 🐬🫧🌸

[dr-spectre]

I heard about how in Bancala Walker there was a short story about Marina and Acht and their time in the domes. And I'm gonna be 100% honest with you. It kinda makes me mad, and it really highlights a massive problem with Splatoon as a whole, and that's how it treats its stories.

(Yep I'm rambling about Splatoon's storytelling for the 500th time, welcome to my blog.)

Since Splatoon 2, the series has had a weird relationship with its storytelling, the main stories of each campaign are very simplistic and are very video game like plots. "Go get the Great Zapfish back and save Captain Cuttlefish. Go get the Great Zapfish again and find Callie. Find the thangs and get out. GO GET THE ZAPFISH AGAIN AND SAVE CAPTAIN CUTTLEFISH AGAIN!!! Climb up the tower." Splatoon 1 got away with this because it's clearly the most "tutorial" mode out of any of the single player campaigns and it doesn't really try to say any deeper messages or express a character arc.

Now, obviously video game stories must have goals for the player to work towards, I'm not complaining about that, you gotta have that stuff in games to motivate the player, however, what really drives me up a wall is when they decide to add depth and interesting things relating to the characters and world, yet they intentionally throw away that same depth and chuck it to the side. Hell they sometimes retcon the optional hard to find lore or make it more confusing just because!! If you're gonna add depth and something else to these stories, you HAVE to actually explore it and expand upon it WITHIN THE STORY! You cannot add it as "extra lore" when it's stuff that should have been in the main storyline to begin with. It's like not adding seasoning to chicken and that you boiled the fucking chicken and wrapped it in lettuce and mayonnaise.

I could obviously talk about the elephant in the room... you know... this little goober right here. This freak.

And I'm going to.

From the concept art we were given, we know that Callie was originally gonna have more exploration into her troubling mental health issues as seen by her being in the shadows and being comforted by Octarians. It's a significantly different tone compared to the final product.

However in the final game, they tossed MOST of this shit away and say in the game as well as in official media, "naw she was kidnapped and brainwashed forcefully because she's a dumb clutz lmao." They tried to backtrack with an obscure relationship chart, the sunken scrolls and Squid Sisters web prequel series, but then they backtracked AGAIN with the Splatoon 3 artbook that states that she was "brainwashed." It's an incredibly simplified and frankly insulting version of events that are TECHNICALLY canon but Nintendo and others don't treat it as such and i don't know why. I dont know why they treat Callie like this. Is it because she's silly?

Wouldn't it be more interesting and more powerful as a story if they made Callie had more control and awareness of her actions? That she was truly acting upon her mental illness and isolation? Putting DJ Octavio, the fucking funny octopus guy on the same level as Talon from Overwatch and Hydra from Marvel, the literal nazis who damaged Bucky Barnes' brain and removed all of his memories, making him into the Winter Solider, is fucking psychotic and actually insane of Nintendo to do.

There is also Acht and how they were shown between Octo Expansion and Side Order.

Some of the most powerful stories in media have strong character arcs and characters overcoming their struggles and pain. It is inspirating and incredibly real to see a loved one reach out to a person that they care about who have lost their way, either from mental illness or drugs. Trying to bring them back and help them go through their pain together. When someone is under distress and mental health troubles, they can act like a completely different person and the fact that Nintendo half assed serious topics like this and made shit WAY WORSE boils my blood to no end.

In Octo Expansion, we were told that they went under Sanitization willingly in order to remove doubts in their mind and put their all into music. Now due to the unknowns of Sanitization at the time, this made for a really interesting character and brought up a lot of interesting questions as to why they would do this and who they are.

However, in Side Order when they explained Sanitization further and told us that Acht lost all of their free will and were FORCED to make music for Tartar, it kinda damaged their story a little bit. Like sure, Acht still probably wanted to go under Sanitization to clear their doubts and remove emotion, but the added information kinda goes against the interesting story they were trying to tell with Acht. Acht doesn't even mention why they went under Sanitization in Side Order and their reasoning is only found IN A SOCIAL MEDIA POST BACK IN 2018!!! THEY DON'T RESTATE IT AT ALL WHEN IT WOULD HAVE BEEN IMPORTANT TO DO SO! They kinda tell us via their letters, but guess when you get those, IN THE POST GAME!!!!!!!!!!!!!

This leads me to another big talking point, most of the lore is hidden and hard to find. You have to go out of your way to find most of the shit Splatoon has to offer. Sunken Scrolls are hidden collectables and most people don't wanna go through the effort of finding them all in the stages, the chat logs in Octo Expansion are completely optional due to entries being tied to specific stations and you can choose to easily skip them, the dev diaries are locked behind lockers and some people may complete Side Order in a manner where they can get to the final boss and be done with the main campaign before seeing most of the entries. Now I'm not saying that there cannot be extra lore tidbits for players to find, hell no, i love extra stuff like that, i think Splatoon 1 and 3's hero modes did a really job of that. BUT WHEN YOU HIDE AWAY IMPORTANT DETAILS LIKE CALLIE'S MOTIVATION IN SPLATOON 2 AND MARINA'S AND PEARL'S BACKSTORIES!?!? YEAH I GOT A FUCKING PROBLEM RIGHT THERE!

In other games, these would be cutscenes or a bunch of mandatory dialogue, BUT NOPE! THEY ARE IN HARD TO FIND SPOTS!

Some of the other lore details are found on social media posts and some of them are YEARS old or on Splatoon's dead Tumblr account. Most people would rather go to Inkipedia and even they can sometimes make vital mistakes or have wording that gives people the wrong idea on what happened in particular events, which heavily impacts the community and discussion. When i talk about my perspective on what happened to Callie in Splatoon 2, I've seen people say to me "wait really? Huh?! I didn't know that." The amount of research you gotta do to go into these characters is an absolute nightmare, AND DON'T EVEN GET ME STARTED ON THE SPLATBANDS!!! Their lore is literally locked behind Japanese exclusive expensive artbooks!!! WHY?!?!

I really do wanna stress again, is it cool to get cool lore outside of the games and as collectables?! ABSOLUTELY! You know how awesome it was to read the Alterna logs for the first time? The smile on my face seeing Pearl and Marina back in the Final Fest in Side Order. But when the main stories suffer because of important information being tossed to the side and not applied to the main games... I dont know man, it just becomes incredibly frustrating to me personally. Especially with all the misconceptions and other things that occur within the community, the fandom has an information problem and honestly, it's Nintendo's fault. Imagine if Side Order had flashbacks to a younger Marina and Acht, it would have helped with the middle chunk of the story being so... nothing.

[simpingland]

Hi 👋😊, I think I finally have some ideas

Is it okay that I can send you some more ben plunkett requests? 😌

Can I please send you my first request?

Well the reader (fem pronouns) had a nightmare and he is just comforting her and is just super sweet to her. Please just fluff and maybe friends to lovers.

I thought about these prompts from this prompt list

"Lay your head on my shoulder and try to sleep."

"I'm going to be here when you wake up."

Please? Thank you 🥺😊🫂🫶

Sorry if it's too detailed 🙈

If you have some question or want another scenario, my messages and asks are always open 😌

Study routine// Ben Plunkett x fem!reader.

Summary: exams are on the corner, you and your best friend Ben have an excuse to spend more time together, just to study, right? Right???

Exam time was a bittersweet time for you. Many looked at you strangely when you said it, considering that for others, it was a time that was simply... bitter. But not everyone could understand that for you. This time meant something more. Those were the only weeks where you could spend the whole day locked in your room with Ben Plunkett. Usually, his visits to your house were accompanied by "keep the door open", "it's time to say goodbye, show Ben out the door" or embarrassing interactions between your mother and Ben where they always ended up making fun of you. But during exam time, your parents would let Ben spend the whole day in your room, with the door closed and no distractions. The good grades that followed the end of the school year had reassured your parents, and besides, you couldn't think of a better study partner.

You were going home straight from high school, taking the long way home so you could listen to all the music you couldn't listen to during study hours.

"We should order pizza today," Ben suggested.

"No, we had hamburgers for dinner yesterday, I feel bad for spending weeks feeding myself such greasy food..." You rebutted him. Ben gave you a sideways glance before smiling and denying.

"Stop pretending you don't think it's a dream to have pizza for dinner, breakfast, and snacks."

You smiled too but folded your arms.

"You're not denying me? Too bad, it would have been funny if you had refused only to tell you that I'm already turning to go to the pizzeri."

You let out a laugh, and when you were already ordering at the counter, you took the reins, ordering everything to your liking and knowing that Ben would hold out for whatever you ordered.

"Do you pay by card or cash?" The boy at the counter asked.

"I don't know, ask Ben."

And you stepped back, letting him talk to him. Ben turned to you with a panicked face and moved his lips to tell you voicelessly that he was going to kill you.

"With cash, please."

He put down the bill and put his arm around your neck, playfully shoving you and ruffling your hair as you laughed.

Your parents greeted Ben with their usual cheerfulness, and continued watching TV when they saw that you were ready to start studying. Of course, Ben had offered to give them one of the pizzas you had ordered, which your mother loved, your father accepted, your mother flatly declined, and your father declined almost immediately.

"You're a sweetheart, Ben..." your mother had said, and so you repeated it as soon as you closed the door.

"Of course I am, I bought you pizza."

"If we had salads for dinner, I would have bought them myself."

"Yeah, but you would have made me cry... and no amount of money can heal a broken heart."

"You underestimate the amount of money I would have paid to watch you passive aggressively poke lettuce while crying in a corner."

"You would have thrown money away because you could see me like that during visits to my aunt's house during Christmas."

You laughed and tossed him pen to ask him to start concentrating. You continued the afternoon as you did during studying, introducing and explaining subjects to each other, correcting each other, and in the case of algebra, watching youtube tutorials in silence. Studying with Ben was like a library session, with its silences and repetitions. After a day with him, all the time felt rewarding, and all the learning was useful. You also liked this time because it left you no room to think about the strange feelings your best friend aroused in you, you just enjoyed and studied, the doubts would come later. The pizza was delicious, although it was already cold, and Ben told you about last weekend when he was forced to visit his grandparents. When you went back to studying, the topic you had left to solve was one of the most difficult for you.

"Do you understand it yet?" he asked you after explaining it to you for the fourth time. You nodded, but your eyes glazed over. "Hey, hey, it's okay, I can explain it again..."

"It's just that it's a very important point, and I'm going to fail it..."

"No, you're not going to fail it because I'll make sure you understand it."

You smiled at him and watched him turn a little red. Suddenly moved again by your feelings, you had to look away from him, and you became aware of the whole mess running around the room.

"I'm going to throw away the pizza cartons. Do you want something from the kitchen?" You offered.

"No, but let me help you."

He came downstairs with you, and you were both surprised at the silence in the house. Your parents were chatting quietly in the kitchen, already in their pajamas.

"Wow..." you said, looking at them quizzically, "what time is it?"

"Half past eleven, honey," said your mother.

"Well, I'd better get going then," Ben seemed startled, tossing the empty boxes in the trash and intending to start packing up.

"Ben, wait!" You asked, and he stopped. And not knowing why you had that impulse, you turned to your parents for help. Your mother understood you instantly.

"You don't have to go...stay the night" she offered and you smiled at her gratefully. Ben hesitated, glanced at your father, who nodded in passing, he'd known Ben for a long time now, and looked back at you.

"Sure, if it's no trouble at all," he said at last.

"None. I just think it's a better idea if you don't keep studying. It's important to sleep to retain, " your mother assured him, looked back at you, and winked.

"It doesn't take much convincing to get me to stop studying," Ben joked.

You went back up to your room, set up the mattress with blankets and pillows that Ben had once used from previous sleepovers. Although you didn't remember that the last time he stayed over was a few years ago, and from your bed you saw how the blanket fell short, and his feet were sticking out. You laughed at the image, and he threw a pillow at you.

"Listen to your mother, go to sleep," he scolded.

"I can't...I'm afraid of the giant teenager who has snuck into my room," you told him in a little girl voice, something you knew irritated him.

"I'm more afraid of the farts you might bomb me with at night after pizzas."

Jokingly, you turned off the light, wished each other good night, and promptly fell asleep. Or at least he did. You fell into a terrible nightmare. You were walking along the road that led to the institute, at night and alone. It was cold, and you didn't seem to get anywhere, no matter how far you walked. Suddenly, a car appeared, and as it approached, you noticed that you recognized it, Ben's car. You were glad to see him, and he seemed to see you. He was speeding up to pick you up as soon as possible, and as he was approaching, the car was going too fast, and Ben couldn't stop. He had already left you behind when he disappeared into the darkness, without hearing you call out to him, and you began to scream and cry. Then you noticed shaking, your name, and when you opened your eyes, you saw Ben, illuminated by the little light from the window.

"Hey, hey...easy...wake up, it was just a bad dream..." he whispered to you.

"Ben...thank goodness..." You soothed, hugging him, which surprised him.

"Yes, I'm here. I heard you had a nightmare about me."

"You left me alone on the road, at night..." you told him, releasing him just a little.

"Some asshole I am in your subconscious, aren't I?"

He smiles at you, and you smiled back, somewhat embarrassed that you had woken him up. He wanted to go back to his bed, but your hesitation to let go of his hand made him think you might not want to. He was right. He lay down next to you.

"I hate having nightmares. Whenever I have one, I always have a worse one afterwards."

"You'll have to risk it, you need to rest" he insisted. "Lay your head on my shoulder and try to sleep."

You looked at him with sheepish eyes, afraid to dream about him again. He smiled at you, and some of his confidence rubbed off on you. After all, they were just dreams. You would forget about them in the course of the day. Ben kissed you on the forehead, something he had never done before, before whispering something to you.

"I'm going to be here when you wake up."

You didn't have any nightmares again, in fact, you woke up rested. It was Ben who had a little more trouble waking up. You watched him for a second...yes, you were definitely a little more in love with your best friend than you thought. You had to make a great effort not to think too much about that kiss on your forehead, and you were so nervous about your exams that you didn't notice how flushed Ben was when he remembered he was sleeping in your bed, you next to him. He had memorized the smell of your hair, and feeling your weight on his had lulled him into a sweet sleep he never wanted to wake up from.

Every exam you finished was a reason to get together, always giving each other a hug that attracted the eyes of all the classmates, you reviewed the subjects without being able to avoid being distracted, and Ben loved to review outdoors because the air stirred your hair and he had an excuse to put your hair back in place. You even felt sorry for yourself on the last day of exams, Ben was going to a family meal, and you were back to eating normal food, sleeping alone and spending the evening with people who weren't your best friends. The messages were constant, but never enough. You had just finished reading the approved notes from your email when you heard Ben's car pull up in front of your house. That one subjet that worried you the most, approved. You ran to greet him, shouting your A's into the air, and Ben responded with his in return. He grabbed you as soon as you approached, squeezing you against him, full of joy.

"This deserves a reward," you said.

"Have you missed pizza as your only food as much as I have?

No, you hadn't missed the pizza. You had missed him.

"Of course I have," you lied.

You let him order at his taste that time, which surprised him. You sat at one of the smaller tables, waiting to be served.

"I'm surprised you let me have so much freedom," Ben said, half smiling, half confused.

"Well, it's just that... you've really helped me a lot, what less than letting you choose.

"Helping you with what exactly?"

"Well...studying." You felt the colours rise in your cheeks.

"Just like you helped me study."

"Well... Ben, in general, you help me with everything. You make everything so... fun."

Now he was blushing. He stood closer to you.

"I hope you know that you make everything better too..."

"I'm a little annoying, maybe."

"A little," he joked. "And I like that I'm the one who sees that side of you."

"Really?"

"I really do. I love that you dream about me, even if I'm an asshole in it."

"Don't be silly, it was a nightmare precisely because you left me alone. And I just want you to be with me."

Your tone was much more serious. Your expression made it clear that you meant it, that your gratitude was a confession.

"You know what's funny? I dream about you too. But not when I sleep...I dream awake, imagining what we will say to each other when I pick you up from home, or what we will tell each other when we go out to eat together...I dream of spending the whole day with you and I am content to be with you for a while because it is...wonderful. But no matter how much I dream, nothing is better than being able to hug you and be by your side, even if it's only for five minutes between classes."

That's when you couldn't help but jump in for a kiss, cutting the distance between you two. A tender, long kiss, it felt new and yet so recognizable, like something that should have happened a long time ago. Luckily, it had just happened. You pulled away and watched as Ben smiled, an idea formulating in his head and joked.

"Too bad we have to wait for spring exams to spend the day together again."

You pushed him back with a laugh, but he moved his chair to stand next to you and kiss you again. Everything Ben did justified the fact that the pizzas he ordered were terrible.

A/N: sorry this took fucking forever, I gave up on writing here, I had a crisis over writing smuts. But I felt bad about abandoning this cuz I started writing it with a lot of love and I really like it. I think I'll write on tumblr again. Hope you like it, so sorry for the wait.

[chiss-ticism]

Realized when making this post that I didn't have a dedicated introduction post for Heather yet. Time to rectify that.

🩷✨ 𝐻𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝒦𝑒𝓃𝓃𝑒𝒹𝓎 ✨🩷

This comm was brought to life the talented @/sidver!!

A Brief Introduction:

You might not be a fan, but you have heard of her.

Kennedy might be a B-List celebrity, but she is an S-Tier marketing guru - having too many brand deals and collaborations to even bother trying to catalogue and keep track of… Her claim to fame was American Royalty: Glitter & Glam [2015], a reality T.V. show that ran for two full seasons - albeit with an unexplained hiatus in between… A gift to Heather from her father, It offered an unfiltered, raw look into the lives of the Kennedy family with the-then-17 year old at its helm. Rather than being per-recorded, however, each episode was streamed online before being professionally edited and put on air within the week. It was novel… Unique… Uncharted territory, in any case, that landed her in hot waters with the larger Kennedy family. Following an incident in which terms like like "vehicular manslaughter" and "a monster wearing human skin" were bandied about [see further below, ASIDE: GOVERNMENT HUNTERS], the show was quietly cancelled and pushed under the rug - giving Heather time to skirt passed any serious ramifications and resuscitate her public image rather easily; it wasn't even the most damning thing in the news cycle that day…| She did, however, have to attend community service for it...

THE BASICS

Name: Heather Kennedy [Yes. Those Kennedy's.]

Hunter-Net User ID: vogue92.

Sexuality: Bi.

Hunter Creed: Avenger.

Occupation: B-List Celebrity ✨'Actor' ✨Online Personality.

Preferred Quarry: Creatures - and 'traitors' - with an interest in social engineering and the spread of disinformation. [Vampires, Devils & Defiliers, certain Lupines, and any variation therein of 'servant of the supernatural']

REPUTATION:

A hedonist with a penchant for 'the Devil's Lettuce', vogue92's bull-headed stubbornness, lack of subtlety, and seemingly chronic allergy to punctuality are counterbalanced by her ability to fund a small militia, connections to more 'high profile' targets, and a genuine dedication to The Hunt.

She actually does know how to engage with the hunt when she wants to... Do not allow her to full you into thinking she's as ditzy as she likes to appear...

Very vocal. She makes sure that her voice is heard, should she have something to add. Just as often as it is a boon to herself and others, it is just as often not... She has a habit of saying the first thing that comes to mind, insightful or idiotic.

"The fuckin' Reality T.V. Star??" - Anonymous.

"Pink. Loud. The opposite of subtle. I mean, who the fuck carts around hot pink shotguns?" - Anonymous.

GOVERNMENT HUNTERS: Years prior, the patriarch of the local Kennedy clan provided the local S.A.D. subdivision with a generous contribution of new equipment. In an officially unrelated matter, Ms. Kennedy's vehicular manslaughter charges were whittled down to a standard bout of community service - the alleged 'victim' in question having been already had the division's eyes on them.

PUBLICLY AVAILABLE INFORMATION

Staying relevant is the name of the game...

- @HK_UPD8s [Twitter, Bluesky, Instagram] - - Tracks all of her latest projects, publicly showcases charitable donations. - @Kennedy_H [All major social media sites] - - Consistently updated, consistently parasocial. He main social media, mostly ran by her - if by queue. Her main bid at relevance has been to take a note from T. Swift's book - fostering a "healthy" community of loyal super fans. - - TikTok and Youtube offer more 'personal' glimpses into her life, with (albeit rare) uploads of vlogs, make-up tutorials (only her personal brand), and the reading of [vetted] fan letters. - H.K. Dolls - - What it says on the tin. Also see: H.K. Funko Pops. - A pink knife set in collaboration with the Harricks chain of supermarkets. - https://hkhs.biz/HOME - The Heather Kennedy Hot Spot: her personalized website. It includes, but is not limited to: - - Donations (51% of which goes to the Charity of the Month) - - Membership (discounts to the main merchandise, access to the exclusive, nominally secondary, merch store which includes autographed goods.) - - Clips from old shows, behind the scenes footage not available elsewhere, interviews, links to magazines... - - Also included is the poster for the cancelled Human: The Protagonist mockumentary, in which she would've played herself, albeit parodied and exageratted, as one of the deuteragonists. - She has cultivated a 'mother hen' persona on the sets of her shows - she's too valuable [nepotism] to be easily replaced. As such, she leverages her position to make sure that everyone has what they need / feel comfortable coming to her to report abuse or general discomforts. CHISS NOTE: While she does make good on the mother-hen persona, it isn't something borne of an innate desire to do good. It is, rather cynically, simply good P.R. & personal marketing. She's an elitist asshole who has absolutely laughed in someone's face for asking for a raise. - The controversies portion of her Wikipedia page has several exhaustive paragraphs detailing verbal blows with the Catholic Church and parents that were concerned about her being a bad influence on children in general.

NOTABLE BACKGROUNDS AND FLAWS

No merits to speak of...

Backgrounds

FAME [••••] "Your name is known across the nation - almost everyone has heard it."

Flaws

Vice [2-Pt Physical Flaw] - - Marijuana. 😶‍🌫️ - - "You're addicted to some sort of controlled substance. [...] The two point version represents a mildly illegal substance that inhibits your ability to hunt effectively, such as alcohol or marijuana."

Stubborn [1-Pt Social Flaw] "Once [her] mind is made up, there's no changing it. [She] clings to her beliefs the way a pit bull does a leg, and [she's] about as pleasantly comported when others challenge [her]. [She] hates being proven wrong and goes to extremes to avoid enduring the shame of it."

Terrible With Names [1-Pt Mental Flaw] Poor memory, a superiority complex... Who's to say? What matters is that she struggles with names.

Chronically Late [1-Pt Social Flaw] Heather is always running behind schedule, coffee in hand... It's best to plan around it - lie to her about start times if you must...

Poor Sense of Time [1-Pt Social Flaw] "[She has] no intuition for the flow of time. [She] can't even begin to guess the current time without looking at a clock, and [she] always overestimate or underestimate the amount of time that has passed since a specified event (or that remains before one).

[ar3s-r4t-qu33n]

Prime Time II Thoughts

1. Whitehorn is my theory for the folks on TV, or at least, a rework of him. I've had a feeling he's our Buffalo Minotaur since I heard the name (his bull imagery for the company). There's something there with Whitehorn's official reason for being absent being he has syphilis and the Temple's Gate Cult also having a shit ton of syphilis (obviously later down the line, but still, I feel it might be purposeful that it's the same STD mentioned). Again, much later on in Outlast 2 we meet the big guy and little guy (idk their names sorry) and that picture made me think of them. Maybe twins, maybe siblings or cousins, hell, maybe a couple. The pictures on screen look to be someone with their hair in a bun and then the other is Whitehorn adjacent, at least to me, making me think it's a complete rework of him and then a companion of some kind. As of right now, I think maybe it's Mrs Whitehorn, but that's mainly because I wanna see a real freaky couple in the Trials 👀

2. @alien-atomz brought up that he thinks that they will reuse the Mansion in the tutorial and rebirth for their map. He also noticed that they have the American flag behind them on the TV instead of police lineup height charts, and obviously the broadcasts in the Escape Event would have the national anthem and flag on screen sometimes. Documents point towards Murkoff getting involved in politics, Kennedy specifically. We're officially in 1960 in the Trials timeline, and the next election takes place in 61 - I think a coming ending is a Reagent assassinating JFK.

3. The new categorisation makes me believe even stronger in my theory about Prime Assets sharing Environments going forwards. Would explain Coyle's lines in the files for being in the Docks and Riot (now Suburbs, I assume, especially with the radio broadcasts in that Trial talking about police violence in response to the riots)

4. A lot of diner stuff over the last few months. All of Breach is diner based and then the new outfit, I know Downtown has a diner, but it's so tucked away and dark and not even the core landmark of that environment, and then there's also one in Futterland, but that's only temporary, once you reach the Root Canal, it's unimportant. Several diner-like places show up in the Trials, like that area outside of The Thin Blue Line. Makes me wonder if we're getting a diner as a main landmark for an upcoming Trial, perhaps even the one in Downtown, all lit up properly. Also I LOVE that uniform, need to get it for Roxy, it's SO her 🥰

5. Amelia is still alive, and I heavily doubt she's gonna be a Prime Asset. The Reagents have taken her work and are going to continue it, and the "she" mentioned in one of the new documents (the one about someone having learnt Japanese to talk to Kusamura) CAN'T be Amelia, I'm almost sure of it. I think either Murkoff will put her down, or she'll be helped to escape now that she's in medical and will start up a new riot. But I'm very excited to see what happens next with girlie!!

6. Lot of plant imagery. Kress is obviously a type of like, lettuce, and chemicals are often made of plants. Getting "old lady who likes to garden" imagery from one of the folks on screen, maybe this links to that? Not sure. The ESOP has a tree, obviously family tree shit, but the houseplants are a little different. The pattern on the sweater and pants is weird, thought it was police badges from afar but I have no idea what it's meant to be. Also LOVE the baseball shit, I literally just came up with a baseballer Reagent and now this comes out? My guys are EATING

7. Looking forward to the Cult connections coming up!! I had a thought that the Reagents could literally run straight to Albuquerque since it's only a week long trip away from where I think Sinyala is geographically, so they could potentially get there before dying of dehydration or their injuries. Knoth has been mentioned in the files and now stuff about a Judas Goat, the upside down cross from 2 being in the road map, I'm so happy I was right and the Reagents DO make it to civilisation... Just a shame they run into Knoth in the process.

Still, I can dream that Roxy thinks he's gross and keeps on going and runs away to live in the Canadian wilderness or something 🙂‍↕️

[dragonindigo245]

I took a break from Sky for quite some time. I stopped playing early in Season of Passage and got back into it this week. I've experienced a great amount of culture shock.

First and foremost, God damn it they did cackling canoneer as a traveling spirit when I was gone? That guy has two of my favorite cosmetics. Wait... no they didn't? What's a returning spirit? WHAT DO YOU MEAN THEY ARE LETTING US HAVE EXTENDED VISITS OF MULTIPLE SPIRITS AT ONCE?

Why is the Cresent Oasis so empty? And why are all the quests minus the last boring? Why do all of the ultimate gifts for Nine Colored Deer suck? At least in seasons past the Ultimate Gifts were mid at worst. The hair and cape are kinda shit tho. If I had been around to buy the season pass I wouldn't have. That's actually just sad what they have.

I'm glad they finally redid the starting area as Aviary Village but... why does it suck so bad? Why is the tutorial so long and why do you spawn so far from the portals? Also wtf why is Home broken? Half the time the constellations don't work properly there. We don't even get traveling spirits here anymore??? Why don't we just have them in both Home and Aviary Village?

The new Days of Bloom cape looks like a lettuce leaf hah- WHAT DO YOU MEAN THEY HAVE EVENT CURRENCY NOW??? Why can you get barely anything per day???

As a Rhythm moth I have seen the game change many times. I think this has definitely been the biggest sucker punch I've gotten though.

That said, I'm not opposed to what's changed. I like having event currency (it's stupidly low amounts per day tho, that needs fixed) and I LOVE the returning spirits.

That said, I think Nine Colored Deer was one of the worst seasons I've played. I have not been more bored by a season ever. Also, it's stupid that Home no longer has traveling spirits and that they didn't bug fix the constellations in the patch they just released. It's fine you want players to lean towards Aviary Village but let the ogs keep their thing too?

Anyway, that's the rambles of a veteran player done and over with.

[bucketspammer4life]

don flamenco headcanons because my brain is refusing to let me sleep for some mysterious reason

violently throwing rocks at him (affectionately)

Sprays perfume on himself near constantly after matches, smells like a walking asthma attack. Someone get this man deodorant please.

Has been with carmen since 8th grade, they met while they were both going through a rough patch and have loved each other since.

Always the first to apologize first after a argument, if he feels guilty about something even a slight bit more than usual he won't be able to function.

Has a lot of cuts on his hand from thorns of the roses he plucks, same thing for his mouth since he keeps accidentally poking his mouth with said thorns.

Learnt how to do eyeliner after watching a youtube tutorial when he was 14, he still uses the same steps from the tutorial and remembers the steps fully.

Cries when hes angry.

Both sides of his families have the dreaded balding gene, he was doomed from the start.

When he first noticed he was balding, he cried for 6 hours straight over the phone while talking with his PR team.

Insists he has hazel eyes when he really just has very light brown eyes, you're not fooling anyone, Don.

Once got caught eating a head of lettuce while drunk at a party, it has been memed for years now.

fell asleep in the locker rooms once and woke up with his toupe stolen & a game of chess played on his face, the marker that was used was strong too so it for stuck for ages.

[captocie]

dear previous resident im cleaning our dishwasher is that something that you knew you could do? this is my first time living on my own i didn't know how to clean it when i got here, but i found a tutorial for it on youtube it isn't very complicated once you know what you're doing did you put glue in here? was it on purpose? im cleaning the little plastic tray that surrounds the filter at the dishwasher's floor, and there's something incomprehensibly sticky here it's wound itself through the small filter holes and only kind of tackily stretches when i try to get it with my sponge and my homemade cleaning solution the solution was in the video too you really should check out youtube tutorials some time, they'll teach you everything you need to learn im just trying to figure out what this substance is. is it glue? is it cum? did you jerk off into your dishwasher before you left? was it to spite the building manager? the maintenance guy? did you think they would have to clean it? did you laugh? they did not clean it, previous resident i am cleaning it now. it is much too adhesive to be cum. i think it is glue. or slime. did you make sensory slime? if you did, and you washed the bowl you made it in using your dishwasher, it would make sense that i'd be excavating it from the parts and pieces of that machine now. did you have an asmr channel? or did you have children? were just you a lot like me? do you like putting your hands in things that feel good, previous resident? im wearing gloves now. i didn't want to touch any rotting food. i know you didn't rinse your dishes before you put them in the wash because i found several slices of almonds and some bits of lettuce going moldy in the drain. im glad you ate your vegetables, previous resident, but i wish you'd taken better care of your appliances

[dandysworldconfessionbooth]

honestly i sort of hope updates slow down a tiny bit after this update so qwel can work on some game design/balancing stuff. ive noticed the gameplay itself has barely gotten changed recently besides toons and maps being added. while those things are nice, the fact that the game doesn't have a proper tutorial, any other floor event akin to blackouts, and the fact extraction is a bit boring in its easiness makes the game feel a bit Flat sometimes.

on a slightly unrelated note, i once came up with the idea for twisteds very rarely spawning wearing a special skin. you obtain the skin for that twisted's toon counterpart (whether you have them or not) after you let the twisted spot you. it would be like shiny pokemon where it's a rare cosmetic novelty that you can use to flex on people with. even something as small as this would add a new facet to the gameplay itself despite being cosmetic. i pray for more gameplay-focused updates in the future...

▪︎ burger king foot lettuce anon

Yeah it does get repetitive quite easily😔 hence why half my friends didn’t grind the Easter update with me…

I still get that dopamine when new updates come out but I can see what you mean, some stuff really does need to get added to the game.

-tylore

[perfectclematis]

The Melody of Love (Heartfelt - Get Up and Eat)

Prologue

Before we could figure out the answer, our stomachs started growling with hunger at the same time.

It’s lunchtime. I remembered that I had an agreement with Charlie.

Every weekend, if we are both free, we will have a homemade cooking day, making everything from scratch.

He stood by the bed and coaxed me to get up, but the soft quilt was so comfortable that I wrapped myself up and started a tug-of-war against him about getting up.

Charlie: Fiancée, as your personal family doctor, I have the obligation to tell you that a good diet can improve your physical fitness.

Charlie opened my blanket and tried to pick me up. I pulled his hand and asked for a kiss, trying to avoid getting up by kissing him.

Unexpectedly, he immediately showed an understanding expression, nodded, and a gentle kiss fell on his lips.

I crawled back into bed with a smile on my face. Just when I thought I had finally won this tug-of-war, he leaned over the headboard and poked my face with his words.

Charlie: Get, up, and, eat. Me: I gave you a kiss! Charlie: Mh hm. Me: So you should let me stay in bed a little longer! Charlie: I never agreed to that condition. Me: What did your expression just now mean? Charlie: Didn’t you ask me to kiss you? My fiancee wants a kiss, so of course I have to satisfy her.

He showed a smug expression, and then I realized that I had fallen into his trap.

Me: Scoundrel!

His eyes curved into a beautiful angle as he hugged me again.

Charlie: A scoundrel that’s also perfect.

After playing around with him on the bed for so long, I was completely awake.

And today is our very first cooking day together, so I need to get up quickly and get ready.

As soon as I got out of bed, Charlie handed me a set of loungewear that had just been taken out of the dryer. They were a couple’s style with the one he was wearing.

Me: Why did you buy new loungewear? Charlie: This is our first cooking day, so of course we have to be fully prepared.

The light-yellow striped loungewear carried the essence of spring. I rubbed my face against the soft, cozy fabric, and a gentle sense of comfort filled my heart.

Like a true gentleman, he stepped out of the room to wait. I hurried to get changed, eager to begin this long-awaited day with him.

Everything was ready. We went to the kitchen to choose the ingredients for cooking today.

When I walked to the refrigerator, he leaned against the kitchen island and looked at me leisurely.

Me: What are you looking at? Charlie: Nothing. Just wanted to appreciate your next expression at this perfect angle and distance.

Puzzled, I opened the fridge—only to find a charming and whimsical vegetable pot in the center, overflowing with prosperous spring fruits and vegetables.

Potatoes and onions are cleverly placed at the bottom of the pot, while the top half is filled with layers of lettuce, carrots, and bell peppers.

The fridge, which was supposed to only be used to keep food fresh, suddenly became full of spring. I showed a surprised expression as he expected.

Me: Did you do this? Charlie: Of course. Even if it’s just a simple weekend or a simple lunch, spending it with your fiancée requires a sense of ceremony. Charlie: What do you want to eat for lunch? I can make whatever you want. Me: Really?

I looked at the item placed in the center of the fridge and pointed to it.

Me: I want this! I’m craving potato pie! Charlie: No problem, this is my specialty.

He tied on an apron, pulled the tutorial from the recipe box, and laid it on the kitchen island. With his hands on his hips and a deep breath, he studied the recipe intently—looking every bit the part of a chef.

Seeing his expression, I couldn’t help but smile to myself. As his kitchen assistant, I slipped on an apron and reached up to tie back my bangs so they wouldn’t get in the way later.

With no mirror in the kitchen, I fumbled to fix my bangs by hand, but accidentally snapped the rubber band. It flew off somewhere, and I had no idea where it landed.

So I could only hold my bangs with one hand, planning to jog back to the room to get a new rubber band.

At this moment, Charlie, who was looking at the recipe very carefully, stopped me.

Charlie: Honey, we need to agree on another little rule from now on. Me: What? Charlie: From now on, we will ask each other for help at least ten times a day and think of each other even in the smallest matters.

He gestured for me to wait, turned, and headed back to the room. Moments later, he returned with a yellow duck hair tie.

With skillful hands, he swiftly tied a neat little bun on top of my head, then glanced from side to side, clearly pleased with his work.

Charlie: My fiancée can do anything, but small things like tying bangs should be left to your fiancé. Me: Alright, from now on, no matter whether it’s a big or small thing, I will ask you for help first! Charlie: It’s my pleasure.

He kissed my forehead. I saw that there was a small clip on the hem of his clothes, the same type as my hair tie. I smiled and pinned it to his apron.

The breeze from the kitchen blew across our faces. We looked at each other and laughed.

The midday sun glinted off the sharp knife. Charlie picked up the peeler with his right hand and took the freshly washed potato I had just rinsed with his left.

With smooth, practiced movements, he guided the peeler across the potato, effortlessly removing its skin.

Me: Chef Zha’s great knife skills! Charlie: Piece of cake.

Encouraged by this, he picked up the second potato with more confidence and even performed a “potato triple axel” for me.

Me: …

He ignored my little expression on the side and became more immersed in his own performance, showing off his skills.

Charlie: Fiancée, please come back and look at me…

Before he could finish his words, the potato he threw into the air was overweight and almost fell down after just one rotation. Fortunately, he was quick-eyed and quick-handed, catching this “deserter” immediately.

Charlie: Phew, so dangerous. Me: Stop playing around. I know you have a talent for gymnastics! Charlie: Really? Now that my fiancée has recognized my talent, the show can indeed come to an end.

The “potato triple axel” performance officially came to an end. He reached out for the third potato.

The accident happened so quickly that his hand slipped. The potato was sent flying forward in a perfect arc!

Charlie: … Me: We have to rescue our lunch!

By the time Charlie and I reacted in shock and tried to catch it, the potato had already flown far away.

“Plop, plop.” The potato rolled very far after it fell to the ground. We looked at each other in bewilderment.

Me: Chef Zha, you should give up on gymnastics. Charlie: Ahem, accidents happen…

After the minor hiccup, our grand potato pie project was back on track. Charlie mashed the steamed potatoes and started to season them, while I took out the tin foil and pinched out a bowl of the right size.

I stood with him at the island counter. He used a clean spoon to scoop me some seasoned mashed potatoes and asked me to taste them.

Charlie: Would you like to add a little more black pepper? Me: No need. This tastes just right!

He casually finished the remaining portion of mashed potatoes, while I turned and placed the spoon in the sink.

According to the recipe, the potatoes needed to be pan-fried for a while before going into the oven. So he watched the flame carefully and gently stirred them, while I began cleaning up the battlefield of kitchen scraps.

While wiping the table, I accidentally saw the shallots stuck next to the refrigerator and couldn’t help laughing. Charlie, who heard the noise, looked at me and raised his eyebrow.

Charlie: What are you laughing at? Me: Chef Zha who couldn’t tell the difference between shallots and leeks.

It reminded me of a time when we bought some scallions to make our own scallion noodles.

When I came back out of the grain and oil section to get some noodles, I saw Charlie holding leeks instead of scallions, being taught by the vegetable seller about “green vegetable classification.”

Charlie was very depressed that day. When I got up in the middle of the night to drink water, I saw him sleeping in front of the computer.

The glaring light from the computer screen made me unable to help but glanced at the search history on the browser–

“How to tell the difference between leeks and scallions.”

“Which is more expensive, leeks or scallions?”

“Strategies for bargaining at the vegetable market.”

Memories flooded our minds at the same time. The corners of his mouth suddenly dropped and his eyes began to wander.

Charlie: I can tell the difference now… Scallions are round, and leeks are flat. Me: Pop quiz. Are those scallions or leeks in the fridge? 3– 2– Charlie: …Scallions? Me: Why does Chef Zha sound so hesitant? Charlie: They’re scallions!

I smiled secretly. Charlie began to think hard about how to win back the game in this kitchen quiz. Soon, he seemed to have suddenly thought of something and showed an expression of confidence.

Charlie: The stir-fried potatoes with shredded ginger that my fiancée made last time left me with a lasting aftertaste. Me: …I was wrong that time! Charlie: Charlie had a very difficult time eating that meal. Charlie: It’s just like Schrodinger’s shredded potatoes. You never know whether the next bite will be shredded potatoes or shredded ginger. Me: As the old saying goes, eating ginger drives away the cold. I am helping you prevent colds. Charlie: But why did you pick out all the shredded ginger afterwards? Me: …Because I wanted to save it for you.

We talked about everything from Chinese cuisine to Western cuisine, from food culture to daily life, even discussing who would do the dishes later, and how to bargain at the market next time.

In this moment, there are no twists and turns, no ups and downs– only the most ordinary of lives, only the daily rhythm of putting three meals on the table. 

We hid in this kitchen, chatting about trivial and meaningless things, but it made this place more homely.

As we were chatting, the steaming potato pie was taken out of the oven. Its milky aroma filled the entire room in no time.

Me: Smells good! Charlie: Be careful to not get burned. I’ll take over first.

The potato pie was cut into two perfectly sized pieces. I couldn’t wait to cut a piece and put it in my mouth. It was crispy at first with a soft aftertaste.

The only sound at the table was the gentle clinking of cutlery. We were all silent, captivated by the delicious food before us. No words were needed—we simply savored every bite.

Maybe it was because we were so hungry, but we finished everything in no time. With a sip of Charlie’s freshly squeezed orange juice, it became a lunch worthy of a spot on life’s top ten happiest moments.

Although we have a dishwasher at home, in order to celebrate the cooking day, Charlie and I decided to play rock-paper-scissors. The loser would wash the dishes.

We agreed to play a best-of-three, but we ended up tying after more than a dozen rounds.

Charlie: It seems that we are destined to wash dishes together, which is such a happy thing for me.

He put the used dishes into the sink. We put on two pairs of purple dishwashing gloves, one large and one small.

There are two large sinks in the kitchen, but Charlie insisted on washing dishes in the same sink as me, saying that he wanted to save water.

The afternoon sun was warm. We huddled together in front of the sink by the window. I suddenly felt an unprecedented sense of satisfaction.

Charlie picked up a ceramic bowl soaked in water and started to scrub it. The sunlight fell on the ends of his hair, casting his silhouette on the table.

I gently used my finger to trace his profile on the table, occasionally getting a few tiny bubbles that would quickly disappear.

I stopped what I was doing and leaned my head on his shoulder, enjoying the spring breeze and happiness of the moment.

Charlie glanced at me sideways with a smile, shook his head gently, then took the bowl from my hand and rinsed it slowly.

Me: Won’t you ask me why I’m being lazy? Charlie: With me, you have the right to be lazy at any time. Me: Really? Charlie: Of course. When have I ever lied to you?

Hearing his answer, I happily hugged him from behind.

He washed the last bowl and placed it in the sterilizer, then removed both our gloves and hung them in the best-ventilated spot by the window.

Returning to the living room, I deliberately avoided the sofa where I woke up from in the morning. Although it has been restored to its original state, I still feel a little embarrassed.

Charlie saw my behavior but didn’t point it out. He just smiled silently and sat on another sofa with me.

The living room was filled with beams of soft warm sunlight, passing through the gaps in the curtains and lazily falling on every corner. He and I enjoyed this spring sunshine to the fullest.

There was a movie playing on the TV about a boy and a chocolate factory.

Originally, I leaned on Charlie, but I was not satisfied. I leaned on him then lay on his legs and closed my eyes to rest.

He let me do whatever I wanted and just grabbed my fingers to kiss them one by one.

Charlie: What do you want to eat for dinner? Me: I haven’t even finished digesting my lunch yet, but you’re already thinking about dinner? Charlie: Fiancée, eating three meals a day is very important. Thinking about what to eat is also one of the daily recurring problems in life.

Charlie: I’m afraid that you’ll say you can’t figure it out when the time comes, and then just half-heartedly gloss over it again.

A sudden wave of guilt hit me—I could tell he was hinting at something.

I remembered that I didn’t eat anything because I worked overtime and missed the meal. After Charlie found out, he forced me to eat before letting me go back to work.

I quickly sat up like a good kid.

Me: Doctor Zha is right. It’s very important to eat! Charlie: Will you remember to eat when you should? Me: I surely will!

I then made several suggestions for dinner, all of which were dishes that both he and I liked.

Me: Have you noticed that our tastes are becoming more similar?

Charlie used to have his own unique standards for eating, but now he can eat with me all the time.

Charlie: The deeper two people fall in love, the more their tastes tend to align. Me: Are you… really not accommodating me?

He and I come from different backgrounds and have led very different lives, so it’s only natural that our original tastes and eating habits don’t quite match.

But now, our tastes have grown similar. I can sense him becoming more like me– and honestly, I worry that this change might be draining his love and energy.

Charlie: Fiancée, changes in taste buds are psychological. Charlie: I like the same food as you because of my love and acceptance from the bottom of my heart. Charlie: This love and acceptance extend to you and everything around you. Charlie: So don’t worry about me accommodating you. On the contrary, it’s because I’m in sync with you that I’ve found joy I didn’t anticipate.

After he finished speaking, he paused and suddenly frowned.

Charlie: Why does my fiancée suddenly think like this? Am I putting pressure on you? Me: How could that be? I’m very happy to be with you. It is a happiness that comes from the bottom of my heart.

Charlie’s words jolted me awake: life is fundamentally made of trivialities such as firewood, rice, salt, sauce, vinegar tea– and human nature is rooted in food and desire.

When two people are together, the first thing they need to do is overcome the dietary differences with each other.

Perhaps it’s also about the difference in our life experiences. Sometimes, you have to push past your own lazy instincts for each other.

But he and I can spend a long time together all because of our mutual love.

The man in front of me seemed to still be worried whether his love would become a pressure on me. His brows were slightly frowned. I smiled and kissed his eyebrows.

He finally breathed a sigh of relief and became confident again.

Charlie: Fiancée, please rest assured and leave everything to me. Charlie: Your Charlie will bring you countless surprises and happiness in the days to come. Me: Of course I trust you.

Thinking back to the various surprises and memories Charlie always created for me, besides his own interests and hobbies, I think he might also be a little worried that life would become ordinary and boring.

That’s why he cares so much about the sense of ceremony.

Whether it's our matching loungewear, the vegetable pot he arranged, or the cooking days we share, these are the special moments he gives me—little things that make everyday life feel extraordinary.

My lover is a superman who is keen on creating a sense of ceremony in life.

It’s such a satisfying life.

Me: I don't mind if life is exciting or ordinary. As long as I'm with you, I love it either way. Me: I like you because you are Charlie. Charlie: I feel the same way, fiancée.

Our promises sounded like the familiar vows in church. We smiled together knowingly.

Today was a very ordinary day. Charlie and I were snuggling together as usual on a spring afternoon, talking about movie plots and the ingredients for dinner.

Today was also an extraordinary day because in this ever-changing world, we can spend all our time with each other.

Over a long period of time, life will always have dull and boring moments.

But because of him, my world will always be colorful.

As night fell, the last rays of sunset faded away quietly. We spent the weekend without being disturbed by anyone.

No phone calls, no emergencies, no impromptu meetings, just each other.

It’s been a long time since I’ve had uninterrupted time with him. It seems that the time I spend with Charlie always goes by very quickly.

Me: Ahhhh, I have to go back to work again tomorrow. How come time flies so fast!

I laid in Charlie’s arms and howled to the sky. When he heard what I said, he just curled his lips and watched TV calmly.

I bit him pretending to be angry. He finally looked at me with a smile in his eyes.

Me: Shouldn’t you be saying things like, “Quit your job, baby. I’ve got plenty of money” at a time like this? Me: Or something like, “I have submitted your resignation application for you. You will be responsible for eating, drinking, and having fun from now on.”? Charlie: “Baby, I’ve got plenty of money,” is true. But the rest… Charlie: I’m sure you don’t want to hear it.

Sure, I admit that no one knows me better than Charlie. He really predicted everything.

Me: But you have to say something!

Charlie pondered for a moment, took out his cell phone, and started typing.

I leaned over to take a look and saw that he was actually transferring money to me. The amount had many zeroes after it!

Me: !

I quickly held down his hand as he was entering the password. He raised his eyebrow and looked at me with a smile.

Me: Don’t be so courteous, Young Master Zha… Charlie: I’m providing financial support to allow my fiancée to open her own independent studio. Charlie: This way, my fiancée can continue her career and choose whether to go to work at any time. Me: Then, when I can no longer work with the company, I will come to you for investment! Me: For now, let me shine in the company.

I quickly put his phone aside to stop any more spontaneous ideas. Without warning, he sighed and pulled me into a hug.

Charlie: But you’re right. Time does go by much faster than usual when I’m with you.

Looking back on the past two days, it seems like I was running at double speed, and it went by in a flash.

Me: Is it that our lives are being sped up? Me: Just like the software we usually use to watch TV series, you can watch it at double speed. Charlie: I wish life could be at 0.5 speed, so we can spend more time together.

I snuggled into his arms, playfully poking around as if searching for a hidden speed button. He didn’t flinch– just caught my hands with one of his and silenced me with a kiss.

Charlie: Fiancée, I used to believe that the length of life didn’t matter– as long as I could fill the time I had with rich experiences, that was enough. Charlie: But since you appeared in my life, I began to crave more time. Charlie: I hope to stay with you longer and experience infinite things with you. Me: From finite to infinite, Dr. Zha has become so greedy. Charlie: Yes, I am greedy and want my fiancée to occupy all my time.

His straightforward words made my heart beat faster. I knew they were not sweet talk, but what he was thinking in his heart.

Me: I hope we both live long lives, so we can spend as much time together as possible. Charlie: Fiancée, could it be that those who sought immortality in the past also thought the same as us, therefore began to pursue a longer life? Me: But generally, people who seek immortality do so for great ambitions, right? Isn’t our motivation a little childish? Charlie: There is no distinction between love and ambition. Charlie: Besides, who said love can’t be a great cause?

He is right. Love is a great undertaking.

Charlie’s love is a flower that never fades and a journey that never ends.

It is an eternal beacon and a bond that can shatter everything.

He gave me freedom, courage, and the confidence to face an unknown life.

With his kiss, we fell asleep in each other’s arms.

Ah, by the way, there is one thing I forgot to say. I have to tell him first thing when I wake up tomorrow.

–Charlie, your love is much greater than any other.

[foxymitts]

Pinned - Free Patterns and Useful Info

Here are the free patterns I’ve gotten round to gleaning from my scrawled notes and have had a chance to try and decipher.

These patterns haven’t been test knitted, so if you find an error, let me know and I’ll amend it.

I will forewarn you though, I expect people to have a basic knowledge and understanding of knitting, and write my patterns as such – iIf you get stuck, I recommend a quick google – there are hundreds of online tutorials, videos, diagrams etc online and at your fingertips.

Most importantly, have fun!

So without anymore fuss, here are the patterns! In alphabetical order so no favouritism…

Axolotl

Beer Mat

Cat Hand Puppet

Cocoon or Chrysalis

Companion Cube

Cthulhu

Fox Bag Holder / Purse

Foxy Mitts

Lettuce (or cabbage)

Little Axe

Owl-Bear Chart

Plaid Chart (and bonus bag recipes)

Pusheen Cat Scarf

Salami

Tunip

You ‘Octopi’ my thoughts (Octopus hat)

And the ones belonging to my sis, Rabbie:

B-Bomb

Kirby

[dreamdropcompanions]

Lettuce-!! (they/it) they are otherkin-!! they are wolfkin. we editted some stuff for them and they like it. now all the plushies want edits and make more captions. - The Dreamdrop System

hello. i am Lettuce. i am wolfkin. i am 10 and a nonvebral autsitic. but i can make sure my owners type out what i want. i may be a plushie frog, but i am a plush wolf! in my paracoms and background and story i am a young frog plush with spieces dysphoria. i chose that i was a wolf. i always have been, in my story. we don't have any wolf plushies to my knowledge but i want us to have some so i can befriend them. we've been watching animal/zoo documentaries/shows when i really wanna watch wolf documentaries with my owners and Milkshake (my best friend)

in the plushie paracosms i have ears and a animated tail i made! i followed a youtube tutorial our owners watched a while ago. Milkshake and the others were so amazed. other plushies were too. one of our owners Niko drew it cause he was the one that daydreamed about it first.

anyways i really like this edit of me. i wish i could be a wolf physically, but i am just a plushie. maybe i can shapeshift in our daydream world? i don't know can i do that?? not sure.. anyways WOOF this journal entry was fun.

i'm sure there are other plushies that feel this way or similar. i mean there's "humans" that feel like plushies like some of our owners like Shane-!! you're not alone. - Lettuce