nov. 13th 2023
₊˚ෆ 350 words / not beta read! / in no way, shape or form formatted correctly! / many punctuation mistakes! / i swear ik how to format normally!!
ᕱ ⑅ ᕱ a/n: hello all!! ໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა this came to me while i was talkin to my psychiatrist the other wk & it just wouldn't leave my mind!! ໒꒰ྀི ∩ ⸝⸝ ∩ ꒱ྀིა this is v self indulgent & v personal & i was originally gonna keep it to myself but i thought that maybe someone out there could resonate, even if it's a lil bit <33 so here's a lil poetry/prose moment :3
i am kind to the world because
the world has not always been
kind to me.
for i have begged for places at tables only to learn i never had solace there to begin with — assuming that my worth was equivalent to the scraps that litter the floor.
i have foolishly taken the hand of societies predisposed values — blindly agreeing that being rigid is the only means of protection.
i have been preached about taking my time then chastised for not keeping up — choking on the fabricated realization that the only place i’ll ever meet the requirements for is the last one.
i have been told to appreciate the wonders of the world we live in — then swiftly reminded to only admire the beauty from afar for it’s fleeting and i’ve yet to prove my worth
i have been conditioned to believe i am a lot of things.
but, i am not the masses.
i am
so
much
more.
i am so sickeningly sweet that i give cavities a run for their money,
i am so brilliantly luminous that even the sun itself seeps envy,
i am so abundant with love and adoration that my body can’t help but burst at the seams to share it all.
and with that,
i will always leave an open seat at my table — a warm meal and good conversation at the ready for all who need to rest.
i will always extend my hand with only the purest of intent — displaying proudly that soft and strong do not have to be autonomous to live in harmony with one another.
i will always take time while it’s still ripe for the taking — it’s monetary value far outweighing that of a solid gold medal.
i will continue to gaze at the world with fondness — the blinding beauty of it all synonymous with the delicate flame that burns deep within and glows outward.
but most important of all,
out of everything i am, i was, and will eventually blossom to be.
i am kind to the world because
the world has not always
been kind
to me.
- c
๋࣭ ⭑ yuukimiyas © '23 / please do not copy/repost/translate anywhere! / all dividers by @benkeibear
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yknow im probably going to sound a bit overdramatic for a moment with this sorry but,
ive said like two lore streams ago or w/e that im not going to let myself get as heated as i did at the start with how gun's been handling ( read : forgetting she exists ) maria all this time bc at this point i consider my portrayal of her an oc, as i essentially feel across the board with my other texas muses frankly but like.
i do think, while i was obviously thrilled to no end that they announced maria & she was playable etc, i do think the execution of her in-game really sincerely disappointed and pissed me off so badly. like yes end of the day shes a bunch of pixels etc etc whatever sure but its like. genuine frustration at how absolutely sidelined she has been since day one. and i know theres plenty of valid arguments for other characters receiving similar treatment ( ie. sonny ) in a variety of ways, and i do get the angle of maria initially serving as a haunting of the narrative, haunting her friends and sister and being more of that sort of invisible presence rather than physically there in the moment like they all are - but its severely disappointing to see just how little they give a shit about her, both in lore & in gameplay etc.
model-wise? shes completely fine i adore how she looks and everything shes beautiful shes adorable shes exactly as babygirl as i hoped and imagined her to be & look. but shes otherwise both so underwhelming and so borderline useless ( being generous ) and her ability is just the most uncreative pointless thing i feel they could have thought to give her. like. theres so many pieces i can rip apart for just that alone but i dont wanna yap for an eternity lmao
i just wish they gave an ounce of a shit about her. and like sure yes they could easily alter things or add on things on for her in the future etc. sure, yeah, fine and all but its just... i dont think im going to forget how sloppily put together they made her. or how they've consistently forgotten & disrespected her all these months. and with them branching away from her & the friendgroups' story into other victims' as time passes, their already sheer-ass attention spans are only going to grow thinner across the rosters and i guess in my eyes theyre just never going to make up for any of how they treated her character. and like yes thats fine bc i & others will do her infinitely better justice than they ever will but its still just like... its still disappointing.
like so much went wrong with that release day that i think i was just trying to cling onto the excitement of her just being playable but everything else, certain other complaints etc i wont get into, made me think that disappointment in how she was executed was an exaggeration on my part bc im too attached to her lmao and so i kinda just internalized the disappointment i think but it really is just like man. i feel like ive lowkey been in mourning of her since she was released. no faith at all that they are ever going to give her an ounce of dignity outside of how her model looks.
and again. i know i and the fandom do her infinitely more justice than they ever will at this point and that fact alone does make up for this all, i just wish she was remotely fun to play as and didnt feel like such a slapped together, zero-thought, near copy-paste non-asset in-game. i play her bc i love her but she also just makes me fucking sad LMAO
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Amanita hummed happily to themself, gathering flowers into their arms. Why were they gathering flowers? Well, they had to give them to someone. They couldn't remember who, so they figured they'd better just give some flowers to everyone they could find. And everybody liked flowers, right?
A pair of voices sliced through the air. Ah, there were their first targets! Listening carefully, they recognized the voices as Caity and... and...
They saw the red-and-black clown come around the corner. Right, Clown. They picked out a rose and a sunflower, then darted up to the pair. "Hey!"
Clown stopped, his shoulders hunching. "Oh... Hi, Amanita," he said flatly.
Caity, meanwhile, smiled at them. "Hey, Nita! Whatcha got there?"
"I was... I picked flowers." They held the sunflower out to Caity first.
She accepted it happily, tucking it into her hair and telling them, "It's so pretty! Thank you."
Clown tried to slip away, but they quickly handed him the rose. "Don't..." They paused. "For you too."
"Ah." He shoved it into his inventory. "I like black roses better."
Caity shot him a look. Maybe confused? Amanita was confused too, but they started to realize something as he walked away.
They turned to Caity, frowning. "Why does Clown- Why does he hate me? Did I do... or, well- forget something?"
She hesitated. "I don't know... I mean, I don't think he hates you. I dunno why he would. But I don't know him very well."
"Hmmm." Amanita looked down at the bouquet in their hands. "Okay. Bye."
Then they walked away, collecting flowers as they went and thinking of a plan.
Someone who knew Clown better. They tried to remember people they'd seen him with. They thought he didn't have many friends. Maddie? Was she his friend? Or was it Kab...?
Well, they could see Kab right now. She was in a house. Probably her house, actually. They looked down at their bundle of flowers. She liked blue, right? She was wearing blue. This blue bell-shaped flower would be good.
With flower in hand, focusing on the thing they had to ask Kab, they walked up to the door and knocked.
"Oh, shit- Be there in a second," Kab called, and Amanita heard the sounds of several things being knocked over. Or shoved into a chest. Or both. They covered their ears to dull the noise.
Once it had ended, Kab opened the door. "Oh, hi, lil' buddy!" She grinned. "You've got a flower for me?"
They nodded, tossing it to her. "It's- I'm trying to... Uh..." Oh, the one thing they had come to ask. "Shit."
Kab snickered. "Aren't you, like, ten? Oh, you probably learned that from me... Pyro's gonna be pissed."
Amanita tilted their head. "But... Not important," they decided abruptly. "I remember. Why does... Yeah, why does Clown hate me?"
She stiffened angrily. "How am I supposed to know? Probably 'cause he's a stupid asshole," she snapped. "Don't- Just don't worry about him, okay? His opinion doesn't matter."
"Oh." They drooped slightly. "But he keeps... avoiding me. You weren't the- I was wrong."
"What's that supposed to-" Kab stopped herself, taking a deep breath. Her voice was strained, but calmer when she asked, "Wrong about what, lil' buddy?"
"I wanted- I thought you were his friend," Amanita explained. "Well, it kind of... I mixed you up. With, uh, Maddie?"
"Ah." Her expression darkened. "Right. Maddie is his friend! Yes, right, of course she is," Kab spat.
...She was definitely angry at them. But they weren't sure why. "Do you... Kab, do you hate Clown?"
"I do. I really do. I hate his smug fuckin' face and his stupid words and the way he's taking away my-" Again, she stopped herself. This time, she didn't start talking again until she'd turned around and went back to what she was doing before Amanita had come over.
They were almost going to leave when she quietly said, "You should stay away from him, Amanita. Maybe it's better if he doesn't like you. I don't... I don't want to know what he could do to you."
Some strange feeling congealed in their gut. Were they angry, too? "I'm... sorry. For asking," they told her flatly.
Kab's head snapped towards them. "Lil' buddy, wait-"
They ignored her, shoving their way out the door and running into the field.
There were a couple of people nearby. Pyro and Rae. They didn't think they'd given them flowers yet. But suddenly, they didn't even want to give out flowers any more. They just wanted to go lay down for a while.
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ㅤㅤgenesis' training days are a concept that sasha can't quite wrap her head around. she doesn't get it. he already knows how to drive... she'd seen his drivers license when she'd nosily rifled through his wallet (no sticky-fingers, just pure curiosity), as if his job hadn't been confirmation enough. but what she does get is that whatever it is that he's doing, he looks godly doing it. she always has had a thing for helmets.
ㅤㅤ...so much so that she's stolen one to play dress-up, galavanting around in a skimpy black denim skirt that looks more like a belt with an equally skimpy and matching denim top that looks more like a bra, raven locks tickling her neck beneath the weight of the helmet. " are you finished yet? " she whines, snaking her way into his lap, one hand resting against his shoulders whilst the other lifts to awkwardly open the visor. she's never worn a helmet this expensive before.
ㅤㅤ" this is, like, suuuuper fucking boring for me. i mean, you look so good, but you're just ignoring me. it's like constantly being edged, and it just makes me wet. " crass as ever. " wanna feel? i can teach you how to multitask. " only her eyes are visible and yet her smug smile was painfully evident in the twinkling depths of inky orbs. " i think we're alone, anyways. "
closed starter for @rookieracers.
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