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hisgoodpuppy · 3 years

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Hi Victoria, congrats on 100!! Could I request a record player please?

My self ship is Dabi and Shigaraki, we met when I was running from heroes and ended up bumping into Dabi, needless to say he brought me back to the league and I ended up joining them.

Our favorite things about each other is that we’re all very different but compliment each other very well. Dabi acts as the silent protector and pretends not to care when in reality he’ll make sure Shigaraki and I are both okay and don’t overwork ourselves. I act as the heart and since I’m good with communication I make sure if there’s a problem we talk it out. I also make sure to tell them how much they matter to me. Shigaraki isn’t too confident with dating, but he also checks in on us and will schedule dates/make sure we are okay. Dabi it’s his rapid fire comebacks since I laugh at them. With Shigaraki his favorite thing about Dabi is how driven he is. Dabi’s favorite thing about me is how calming I am while Shigaraki’s is my thoughtfulness/sense of humor. Dabi’s favorite thing about Shigaraki is his intellect while my favorite thing about Shigaraki is his selflessness/compassion.

Any genre is fine love and if this doesn’t spark anything please feel free to ignore, congrats again!!!🤍

stari, thank you so much for participating in the event! you’re such a lovely person! what a privilege it was to read about your self ship with dabi & shiggy. it’s an adorable dynamic. i kind took a while to get it right, but i hope you enjoy the vibes of your date ♡

the songs of love play just for you. . .

what is most beautiful about your relationship is the way you all make sure each other feel safe, comfortable, & heard. there’s many days spent at home because you, dabi, & shigaraki vibe best without any outside of influences affecting you. you just know what each other like & it’s so much easier to stay home & cater to each other needs than deal with whatever the world has going on.

it’s a special occasion! well, not really, but dabi gives into planning a date night (day?). he surprises you both subtly one night when you’re eating dinner. dropping the hint not to make plans for saturday because he’s taking you & shiggy to an amusement park. the first bit of your saturday morning is you & shigaraki in shock that dabi actually went out of his way to buy tickets & plan a whole day. you both find it hard to hold back on your incessant teasing. dabi rolls his eyes & groans, “please drop it, or we’re not going”.

the day is amazing. you didn’t expect dabi to have any desire to take you out to such a crowded location, given how anxious these things make him. it’s worth it. it’s the way he looks at you when you jump up & down about the newest ride they added or the way shiggy practically cries over the music in the parade. you’re both such softies! & maybe he is too, because if he knew just how happy a date to an amusement park would make you he would’ve planned this so much sooner!

sadly, with a group of three there are many rides where you have to rotate partners. you three settle on the pattern of you & shiggy riding together for most of the rollercoasters, & swapping back & forth on the slower rides as dabi’s partner. dabi’s always trying to pull smooth moves on you both when you’re on a dark ride. he just likes how flustered he can make you with his tongue down your throat on a ride full of people. you & shigaraki always come out lips swollen & hair disheveled. you enjoy it just as much but land a lil slap on him for always pulling some sort of stunt. he just lets out a soft chuckle.

while you & shiggy are off getting ice cream, dabi snags a perfect spot to view the fireworks, a bench on a balcony of one of the amusement park shops. it’s an absolutely perfect viewpoint that overlooks the side of the park you’re on. you’re nestled between your two boys, licking away at your creamy treat while the lights of the exploding fireworks dance across your faces. it’s most definitely going to be a day to remember.

#goodpuppy.100🐶#stari ♡#🐶 cutie.mootie #puppy.mail 🐾#date situation #hybrid fic #date night request #music event #dabi x shigaraki #poly!reader #playlist request

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aethelflaedladyofmercia · 4 years

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What Might Have Been - 16

@goodomenscelebration - themes prompts!

Read the full story on AO3!

Happy Good Omens Armageddoniversary! How many of these can I post in one day?

(For those who have not read previous sections: Kasbeel is our Aziraphale, trapped in another universe and going by a pseudonym. Crowley’s “mirror image” is his AU self.)

Far Future

Kasbeel hovered in the air, giving his report.

“The demonic army attempted to strike from the Scottish Highlands, reinforced by several thousand of the Marked soldiers. They were driven off by Matafiel’s troops. We believe there may be some still hidden far to the north, on the Outer Hebrides.”

“These names mean nothing to us,” said Tufriel, rolling his eyes towards his partner. “Some of these scouts are starting to go native.”

“Won’t be a problem much longer,” Bezaliel replied. “Never mind the demons, we’ll get an update further north. Is this land still free from the blight?”

“Yes, Dominion,” Kasbeel bobbed his head with the correct amount of deference. “The whole of the Peak District is believed to be the last area free of Abaddon’s curse anywhere on this island, though rumors persist of some clear ground in Ireland.”

“Are there any humans left on the islands?” Bezaliel asked.

“The Retrieval squads took ours and we cleared out the rest last month.” Tufriel crossed his arms. “If only this island were so easy to deal with. Still, if this is the only unblemished land, it’s probably where the humans will gather. Once they realize they can’t get in the city. We’ll keep watching it. Good work.”

“Thank you.” He held up his messenger tube, sealed and directed to Michael’s base camp in Cornwall. “I will need to continue south with this. Do you have any details to add?”

“Only that I thought we’d be finished by now. Seven damn years of this. How much longer is it supposed to go on, anyway?”

Bezaliel grinned hungrily. “Not much more. Our offensive should begin in a little less than a month.” A wink towards the dutiful scout. “Keep an eye on the sky, tonight or tomorrow. Things are starting to happen.”

Kasbeel saluted, and the other two returned to their patrol. When they were well out of sight, he landed on a bare rock outcrop and hummed. Not with his lips; his wings vibrated, creating a single, perfect tone, echoing off the stones of the Peaks.

The humans began emerging from their hiding spots almost immediately, secreted behind stones or in deceptive hollows. Mostly teenagers, a few older, many younger, about half with a Mark upon their faces. They gathered around the angel, moving silently on the grass and moss.

It took nearly an hour for all to arrive. Kasbeel’s group of wanderers now numbered in the hundreds.

“Doesn’t sound like we’re going to be safe up here much longer,” Lyla said, without preamble. “Probably should have left last week, like I said.”

“Perhaps,” Kasbeel conceded, waving his arm to miracle up some food. It wasn’t much. Loaves of bread, potatoes, carrots. A little bit of meat, but he couldn’t produce anywhere near enough for a group this large. “But if we’d left then, Jennifer, Mickey and Ollie wouldn’t have found us.” At only five years old, Ollie was the youngest they’d taken in.

“Fine.” Lyla counted out the servings of meat and checked her list. “Group six gets the meat tonight. Only group six, Alex, I know that doesn’t include you.” She turned back to the angel who led them. “But we leave tonight.”

“Agreed.” He sighed, looking around the tumbling rocks one more time. “We’ll have to move quickly. This was a good hiding place. We won’t find another place this convenient, or this safe.”

“Where to, then?” Lyla grabbed Alex’s wrist, sending the thirteen-year-old over to the bread line. “Ireland? I don’t know how we’ll cross the sea, but it sounds like they’ve stopped looking there.”

Kasbeel pursed his lips. “Have you given up on finding New Eden, then?”

She spun towards him, fury in her eyes. “You know I haven’t. But it could be anywhere in the world! How the hell are we ever going to find it? We’ve barely searched half of England in over three years.”

He winced. “Three years, four months, six days,” he muttered. It was a very, very long time to go without hearing from Crowley. He’d tried contacting the demon in his dreams, over and over. He was here. He could sense that. But nothing else. “It’s in England. It must be. One of the patrols told me…Aziraphale,” he hesitated over the name, as always, “chose the location himself. He wouldn’t pick anywhere other than England.”

“Your double.” Lyla sat down next to him. She had grown, in the last three years, her hair getting long, her clothing replaced by whatever they could loot in half-abandoned cities, as was the case for all Kasbeel’s wards. Even her newest shirt was threadbare, the colors faded, as if the inanimate objects of the world had ceased to care. “You never told me what the deal was with you two.”

“No. I think it would be rather too much for you to understand.”

“Kasbeel, the world is ending. The ground is cursed. And I spend half my time talking to a rogue angel. What could possibly be weird at this point?”

He smiled. “My child, you haven’t the first idea.” He smoothed his hands down his jacket, then realized he was still in his scout uniform. A wave of his fingers turned it back to the familiar suit, bowtie and all. “Still, if you like, I can bring you all to Ireland before I continue my search. It should only take a few days to reach the coast, even with the young ones. After that…” he hesitated. Miracle up a giant ship? And how to make sure it landed somewhere unblighted?

“You know we won’t last a day without you,” Lyla sighed. “Wherever you’re going, you’re stuck with us.”

He turned back to the crowd that he had slowly gathered across the years. Orphans. Renegades. Many of them troublemakers who had been thrown out of the gangs they thought would protect them, others the only survivors by angelic or demonic attack. Exhausted, half-malnourished, so worn and dirty as to almost blend in with the rocks around them.

But not afraid. Of all the people left in the world, and Kasbeel feared there were not many, these few hundred slept safely at night, under the watch of an angel.

His godchildren.

“My dear Lyla, I wouldn’t have it any other way.” He settled down on a rock that conveniently grew to about the size of an armchair, with a thick cushion of moss.

She rolled her eyes at him. “How is it even out here, you manage to pamper yourself?”

“Millennia of practice. Now, what do you say we try for London again? It’s a risk, with all the patrols, but it may be the only place large enough to hide this many.”

“Assuming we can get in.”

“Assuming so, yes,” he said, gazing across the crowd. “And it sounds like there are many angels gathered in the south. But If I’m right about the wall of energy surrounding the city, I may know how to cross it.”

“And you still think your friend might be there.”

Kasbeel nodded. “I can’t imagine where else he might be. He should have contacted me by now, but they say no messages can get out of London. But, still, I would think–”

A cry went up from the gathered crowd, a scream of fear, echoed by person after person. “The sky!” Someone shouted, pointing. “The clouds are parting!”

In an instant, Kasbeel was on his feet, wings spread. He should have heard the trumpets, sensed the angels long before they parted the clouds – he had spent months honing his senses, in order to protect his charges. He braced himself for the orders that would arrive in his mind; if the Guardian of Humanity were among them, it would be difficult to resist…

Nothing came.

Instead, the clouds simply drifted apart, faster and faster, not a small parting but the whole sky, revealing the fading blue of twilight, deepening to black. Stars pierced the sky, just a few at first, but each bright as a jewel, clearer than he could ever remember them being, even in Heaven.

“Oh my God…” Lyla whispered, stepping next to him. “It’s clear. It hasn’t been clear since…since the war…I was a kid…”

Another star seemed to burst into view, white and shining, and Kasbeel fell to his knees, remembering…remembering a cottage in the South Downs, a blanket in the back garden, laying on his back and watching them arrive, while next to him…next to him…

That one’s Regulus. Not one of mine, Angel, that was some snooty wanker who thought he was so clever just because he could get four stars to orbit each other. And over there is Arcturus. Also technically not mine, but I had this really great idea and I needed a red giant to test it out on. It worked, by the way, so keep an eye out for a helium flash in the next thousand years or so…

It hurt, like being pierced by a spear, like being torn apart. He reached out a hand, grasping, wishing to feel Crowley, lying at his left side, as he always was, his protector, his partner, his friend…

A small hand caught his, wrapping around his fingers. He turned, blinking tears from his eyes, to see Lyla, kneeling beside him. A moment later the others started gathering around. Mickey, Rahima, Alex, Lochlan, Mariah, Amiyah, Dominic, Ollie, and so many more.

“Look,” Kasbeel said, pointing at the sky. “That star there. That’s Regulus. And over there…that one is named Arcturus…”

Far away, in a cell that seemed to exist in its own bubble far from anything else, Crowley snapped awake, emerging from a dream that was slightly less painful than reality.

Something had changed.

He could feel it, deep inside. Something that had been missing, suddenly returned.

“It’s the stars,” said his mirror image, across the cell. Shoftiel had left them both in their human bodies this time. The manacles that held their wrists – Crowley’s left, his mirror image’s right – were too short to lay down comfortably, so they both sprawled against their walls.

They didn’t talk much. The secrets they held were the only things keeping them alive. So they simply existed, here, together, witnessing each other’s pain and humiliation, waiting for their own turns. It bonded them in ways conversation never could.

“The sky is clear again,” the mirror image continued, looking up at the ceiling, lost to the dark above. “I wish I could see it.”

“Yeah,” Crowley said, allowing himself to remember a night on a blanket in a garden, just for a moment. “Me, too.”

“Not long now,” the mirror image said. “Seven years. That’s all it ever was.” His eyes met Crowley’s, and they were full of fear. They couldn’t hide their emotions without the glasses, and that was one thing they were never allowed. “If the stars are back, time’s nearly up.”

“So they’ve…learned everything?” It wasn’t something they asked each other. But if it was the end, Crowley wanted to know.

“Just one secret left.” The mirror image rolled his head, with a broken version of Crowley’s smile. “How to get into London.”

#good omens prime #good omens celebration #goc2020 #good omens fanfiction #aziraphale #crowley #aziraphale and crowley #ineffable husbands #principality aziraphale #guardian angel aziraphale #takin on some godchildren #fanfic #fanfiction #my writing #What Might Have Been #good omens #ao3 #ao3 link

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mickeylovebot · 4 years

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THERAPY - fluffy/sad gallavich oneshot

Mickey and Ian had been married for a couple years. They lived together, happily. They took turns making breakfast. They went on dates every couple of weeks. They still fucked all the time, everywhere they could. They were still in love, but now it was comfortable. They weren’t endlessly fighting for one another. They knew they had each other. They knew they could love and rely on each other. They were soulmates, together at last. One night, though...

“Mick. Mickey, wake up.” Ian shook Mickey worriedly. Mickey had been twitching in his sleep, gasping for air.

Finally, Mickey awoke, looking around like he didn’t know where he was.

“It’s okay, Mick. You’re here. I’m here.” Ian tried to reassure him.

Mickey looked into Ian’s eyes and immediately felt a bit better. And then a bit embarrassed. “Fuck.” He complained.

“Are you okay?” Ian laid back down, spooning Mickey and gently rubbing his hand. “That’s your fourth nightmare this week.”

“I’m fine, don’t fuckin’ call it a nightmare.” Mickey said defensively.

“Mickey–”

“Can’t hear you. I’m going back to sleep.” And that was that. But Mickey kept his eyes open, and snuggled back into Ian, silently fearing falling back asleep.

Ian kept his eyes open too, staring at the back of Mickey’s neck, counting his neckhairs, knowing that Mickey was going through something Ian couldn’t fix.

Ian woke up earlier than Mickey for work. On his way out, he kissed a half-asleep Mickey on the cheek and they exchanged “I-love-you”s before the day. Ian worked as an EMT. Mickey worked as security in another south side store. But Mickey was off that day.

“Hey Mick, I’ve got a funny story ab–” Ian said loudly once he’d gotten home. It was usual for them to share what happened during their days. They shared everything. “Mick?”

But he couldn’t see Mickey. He checked every room frantically, finally making his way to the bedroom, where Mickey was curled up in the corner, shaking and sweating, staring blankly at the floor. “Mick.” Ian ran over and kneeled down next to Mickey. “Mickey, baby, what’s wrong?”

Mickey didn’t respond, didn’t even blink. Ian looked around for anything, a broken window, a mark, anything, and finally saw Mickey’s tattooed knuckles strained because he was holding his phone so tightly. Ian managed to loosen Mickey’s grip, which Mickey was still unresponsive to.

Ian saw that the phone was open to the middle of an article, where a teenage boy was talking about how his father abused him in detail. Ian started tearing up, realizing what Mickey might be going through.

“Mickey, can you look at me?” Ian asked Mickey quietly. He knew what it was like. He’d seen it a million times as an EMT. And he knew that’s how he’d looked whenever he was having a panic attack, whenever he was having a flashback, whenever his meds had gone out of balance. Mickey blinked. “Mickey, please. Look at me.”

Mickey finally, slowly, looked up at Ian. Ian had never seen him so scared.

“You’re safe.” Ian said. “You’re safe here. Nobody will hurt you here. He’s not here.”

Mickey kept staring at Ian. Tears were starting to well up in his eyes as well.

“C’mon, let’s get you up, get you to the couch.” Ian took Mickey’s hand and arm and tried to help him up. Mickey was almost burdening Ian with his entire weight. He could barely stand. But they made it to the couch, where Ian sat beside him, facing him, holding him. Tears were pouring out of Mickey’s eyes now.

“It’s okay. It will all be okay, Mick. You’re safe.” Ian tried to soothe him, like he soothed his patients, like he’d been soothed before. Eventually, it worked. Mickey fell asleep, to which Ian laid him down gently and put a blanket over him. Ian couldn’t bear to leave Mickey like that and fell asleep too, sitting up, holding his hand. When he woke up, Mickey wasn’t there. He went searching again and found him lying on their bed, staring at an opened beer bottle on the side table.

Over the years, Mickey opened up about a lot of things. He was getting more and more in touch with his feelings, which was miraculous, really. But Ian knew that something this deep would be hard to get out of him. So all he did was lie down and spook Mickey again, silently, and to his surprise, Mickey spoke up.

“I’ve stabbed people,” He began, “I’ve been shot. I own like a million guns. I’m the shortest guy I know and I still have a fucking great right hook. I have guys that will listen to anything I ask. I’ve tried to kill people, a few times. And yet somehow, somehow...” His voice cracked a bit. He couldn’t say the rest, but Ian understood.

“Mick,” Ian almost laughed at the ridiculousness, “You’re still tough. You’re still the guy who will throw a punch at anybody for anything, hell, half the time you don’t even need a reason. You’re still the guy who people should be afraid of. You’re still the guy who’s endlessly sarcastic and sometimes cold. You’re still the toughest guy I know. And... you’re still the guy I fell in love with. And if I wasn’t so in love with you I think I’d be scared of you too.” He whispered that last part. Mickey gave a somewhat sad chuckle. “But he’s your dad, Mick. The piece of shit who raised you, if you can even use that word. Of course it was gonna bother you eventually...”

Mickey said nothing, for a moment, and turned around to face Ian. He had that same look in his eye that he had for years. The look that said the blood pumped in his veins for the stupid redhead in front of him. He still looked sad, worried, angry, but the love he felt for Ian got through all of that. He gently cupped Ian’s cheek and looked him right in the eyes. “But why now?” He said quietly. “Why is that bastard giving me nightmares now? I didn’t even have fucking nightmares when I was nine years old.”

“Well,” Ian pulled Mickey closer, “You’re relatively safe now. You’re not constantly thinking about the next drug deal, the next shooting, the next time you have to beat a guy for mistreating one of your prostututes. And you never dealt with it... so, your mind decided to deal with it now.”

“I don’t want him to have power over me like this. Not anymore.” Mickey said with a clenched jaw.

“I know, baby, I know.” Ian kissed him softly and then Mickey laid his head on Ian’s chest.

He wrapped his legs around Ian’s and listened to his slow heartbeat. “What do I do now?”

Ian knew what to do next. But he figured he’d leave it for the morning. He’d let Mickey just rest. He’d put on Mickey’s favourite show and make his favourite food for dinner. And in the morning...

Ian quickly ended his call when Mickey came to the kitchen for breakfast.

Mickey raised his eyebrows. “Who was that?”

Ian hoped he’d have more time to think of how to tell him. “Um... a therapist.” He said honestly.

“Oh, why, your meds out of whack again?” He asked casually as he put a waffle on his plate.

“For you, Mick.” Ian admitted quietly. Mickey’s mouth hung open.

“No. I’m not goin’ to a shrink.” He said sternly.

“You need somebody who can help you, Mickey.” Ian pleaded.

Mickey shook his head. “You help me. I don’t need a doctor. I’m not bipolar, or depressed, or anything. It’s just a fuckin’ nightmare.”

“I’m not... I can’t be there all the time. I can’t make your nightmares go away. But a therapist could help you deal with it yourself. A therapist could really make it all go away for you.”

Mickey stared right at him, speechless. “I said no.” And Mickey went for his jacket.

“Mick–” Ian tried to stop him, to sit him down, to talk about it.

“I’m goin’ for a walk before work.” Was all Mickey said. He looked at Ian once more. He looked like he knew, deep down, that maybe Ian was right. And then he quickly kissed him on the lips, said “I love you.” And left.

The day trudged on slowly for the both of them. Ian was sick with worry about Mickey. Mickey was sick with guilt about leaving Ian in the dark like that. They both waited impatiently for the end of the day, where they could talk. Ian came home first, and was pacing around the apartment, trying to find something to do, something to clean, to keep his anxious mind off of it until Mickey got home.

And when Mickey finally got home, Ian shamelessly rushed to the door and took Mickey by surprise with a kiss.

Mickey grinned into the kiss and pulled away. “What was that for?”

“I was worried.” Ian said breathlessly.

Mickey rolled his eyes. “You don’t need to–”

“I do.” Ian interrupted. “You’re one of the very few people I actually care about. I do need to fucking worry.”

And Mickey, seeing the distress Ian was under, let go of his emotionless pose. “I’m sorry.” He said with eyes that were just as sorry.

“Can we talk about it? Therapy?” Ian asked.

“Fine. But just talking.” Mickey was already on the defence. But he would listen. For Ian’s sake.

Ian nodded, “Okay, come in, I made tea.” He didn’t admit that he made tea because he needed something to distract himself with.

“Tea?” Mickey muttered to himself.

Ian set the tea down on the coffee table. From the few times Mickey had tea, he remembered: one sugar. And black for himself.

Mickey sipped his tea and watched Ian awkwardly. Neither of them knew where to start.

“I need you to be okay.” Ian blurted out.

“I’ll be okay.” Mickey tried to reassure him. But Ian knew that nobody would be okay after what Mickey’s gone through.

“Why don’t you want to go?” Ian asked genuinely but still with anxiety.

“I dunno...” It was the truth, he wasn’t sure. “I don’t want anybody picking inside my head.” Anybody but you, he thought.

“What if I go too?” Ian asked, out of nowhere.

“What? With me?” Mickey asked in a way that already said no.

“No. On my own, just... I’ll tell them things too. About Frank, maybe. About never having a real parent. About Monica... I’ve been through, uh, half the shit you’ve been through but I probably need it too.”

Flashes of moments flew by where Mickey had to be the protector, the comforter, the one who held Ian when he cried, when everything came back up. He remembered how his chest tightened and how he’d do anything for Ian never to feel that way again.

“I don’t want to either,” Ian continued, “I don’t like bringing that shit up. But if you will, I will.”

“You’ll really talk to them? About everything? A stranger?”

Ian nodded quickly. “If it means you’ll do the same.”

“Fuck,” And Mickey’s wall had been broken down. “I’ll try it. I guess.”

Ian looked both surprised and ecstatic. He immediately pulled Mickey into a tight hug. Mickey pretended to be annoyed.

“Thank you, thank you.” Ian said quietly, sincerely.

“I said I’ll try it.” Mickey pointed out as Ian pulled away from the hug.

Ian couldn’t help but kiss Mickey, holding the back of his neck gently. He kissed Mickey’s cheek, jaw, neck.

“If this is the gift I get for going to therapy maybe I’ll go quite a bit,” Mickey joked.

“Shut up.” Ian smiled. They looked at each other so genuinely, so adoringly. “I love you.” Ian said, as if it was coming out of his mouth before he knew it, as if he was admitting it for the first time.

“I love you too.”

And just like that, Mickey was taking another step in his life, for Ian, like everything was, always for Ian.

Ian sat thankful, comfortable, and mindlessly kissed the silver band on Mickey’s ring finger. And Mickey noticed, and felt warm inside. And they were okay, together.

#gallavich #mickey milkovich #ian gallagher #ITS WHAT HE DESERVES.#MICKEY DESERVES THE LOVE #i love him 🥺#ian x mickey #my writing

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herocarved-a · 4 years

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it took some planning & strength to be able to get back to the sleeping worlds; but with the war over, the solace of the symphony of sorcery was one riku found himself grateful for. with music drifting through the forest, it's easy to playfully knock sora into the field of glowing flowers - even easier to go down with him, to watch the glitter & gleam of his eyes as he hovers above him. maybe it's the music, but it feels even more addictive to kiss him silly, too. "i'm glad you're here with me."

@dawnled

he follows riku back to the sleeping worlds, back to those worlds his heart once led them through, with an exuberant sort of anticipation; maybe, he’d be less inclined to go back to those places the organization tried to trap his heart within if he found himself alone --- but, he’s not alone. the fingers twined through his own prove he’s not alone && there’s nothing but a quiet, reverent trust for the young man that guides them back to the symphony of sorcery.

&& of course he gasps && laughs && tries to squirm back into a sitting position as soon as his shoulders meet the ground && he’s enveloped in the melodic solace of the glowing flowers. but riku’s faster, all but falling atop of him, pushing him back among the flowers that seem to sing their heart song, that dearly beloved melody that their hearts made so many months ago.

it’s a sound he once feared lost to them, lost in the shattered remains of riku’s heart station --- but he’s healed, his heart whole, the pretty purple && blue hues of his station returned to a glittering, glimmering perfection. if sora were to press his ear against his chest, would he hear the music of their hearts or are the flowers too loud?

sora’s attention && eyes are both drawn to riku’s voice, the dulcet tones of adoration that he’s grown so used to hearing --- yet, still, his heart flutters at the words spoken, at the sincerity of the words.

he could’ve given up on sora. he could’ve moved on in the year they were apart. && maybe, it’d have been better for his heart, for his mental health, to move on from the self-destructive hero sora’s become, the unchecked darkness barely held at bay in his chest, his heart --- nobody, not even sora, would’ve blamed him for giving up, for finding someone different, more deserving of his love, his loyalty, his forgiveness.

but he chose sora.

&& sora chooses riku, in a way he should’ve done before --- a silent oath is made as he gathers himself to his elbows && presses a kiss to those lips he adores so very much.

“i’m glad i’m here with you, too.”

his heart swells with that truth && it promises over && over again: i’ll never leave you behind again; we’ll go together, no matter what master yen sid && king mickey believe is best; i choose you, i trust you...

“you’re kinda stuck with me,”

&& sora thinks, imagines at the very least, a flicker of jeweled pink in the sea of green irises. he smiles into the next kiss he offers, laughs, giggles, as one kiss becomes two, becomes three, becomes many as riku’s lips press feather light kisses against his cheeks && forehead && lips ---

“rikuuuuu,”

comes the plaintive whine, yet, he’s still grinning, despite having collapsed, as if to escape the onslaught of affection. he thinks he sees the outline of his wings against the moonlit sky, but maybe he’s just imagining it. his beloved dreameater. his knight, protector, confidant. his king. his everything.

he traces his thumb against a pale cheek, smile soft, eyes gentle.

&& still, he can’t help but tease:

“how much longer are you gonna make me wait, riku? i want our happily ever after, you know.”

#dawnled #ic .#starter .#answered .#v . post kh3 .

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killsfor · 4 years

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STARTER / PLOTTED FOR: @decomptease !

He knows his limits, he really does. He has a set of rules in place or himself. Adrian likes to believe he’s in control and he never means for it to happen. But it does, it always does. Like the flip of a switch, suddenly he’s obsessed infatuated. And with HER it was almost instant. It starts with a small conversation, then a few coincidental meetings here and there. Then, just like that, it really starts.

He needed to know more about her, Mickey, he even liked the sound of her name. Now the blossoming ache in his chest would begin. And at first it’s nothing more than looking her up online, what harm could simple curiosity do? Then he finds her place of work, after all, what was another ‘coincidental’ meeting in the grand scheme of things?

He swears he’s not attached, he really wasn’t. He simply wanted to know more about her, wanted to be near her. ( Needed to be near her. ) It wouldn’t be long before she felt it too. There was something there, surely he wasn’t the only one that felt it.

All things considered though, maybe his actions were a little rash. Maybe he had let his emotions get the better of him, just a little bit. But when a man at her work gets just a little too grabby --- he can’t stand it. Decides he should get what he deserves and cuts the asshole’s hand off.

She’ll get a neat little package in the mail with a note attached. Just so she knows someone was on her side. A silent protector, just until he could show truly show himself to her.

#decomptease #starter: closed #para;

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themattress · 5 years

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Wow. Tomoko Kanemaki SUCKS!

I decided to be masochistic and read back through the KH2 novels by Tomoko Kanemaki. And I just have to say: that there are actually people out there who like her writing and consider it to be in as good or superior to the games astounds me. These books are awful.

When they just straight-up adapt the game to text like the KH novels and the COM novels (except for the R/R one, but R/R sucks anyway), it’s fine. They even do the visits to Land of Dragons, Beast’s Castle and Olympus Coliseum better than the KH2 manga does, plus swaps in Agrabah for the far more important Port Royal. But that’s the only good thing I can say about them. In literally every other regard, the game and manga are infinitely superior.

The main problem is simple to sum up: Kanemaki is a fanfic writer. A pretty stereotypical KH fangirl. This in of itself wouldn’t be a problem if she weren’t adapting the games, but she is, and when she combines the game adaptations with her own fanfic based on what she wants to see, there is inevitably going to be a clash between them. The story written by Kazushige Nojima that she is adapting to novel form does not gel at all with what she writes, and as a result she has to either change that story (to the detriment of both it and its characters) or she neglects to change it even when it directly contradicts her own writing. This happens so much that it really makes for an excruciating reading experience. So let me list all of my problems with these novels point by point, to clarify just why Kanemaki’s writing fails so hard.

- I’ll get the biggest one out of the way right off the bat: Kanemaki is obsessed - and I mean obsessed - with the existential plight of the Nobodies, which includes the Draco in Leather Pants treatment to Organization XIII (”Is it really wrong to seek what you’ve lost?” is asked at one point, as though it’s a profound question. Um, when you’re doing so by inflicting that exact same loss upon millions of innocent people, yes it is!) The worst part is that characters (usually Namine, but Axel, Riku, Saix, Xemnas and even Ansem the Wise get on it at some points) are constantly repeating the exact same angsty inner monologues and internal (and sometime external) quasi-philosophical debates about Nobodies. I’m not kidding, it’s usually word-for-word. “Is it right for Nobodies to exist?” “Nobodies have nowhere to go or call home”. “Do Nobodies really lack hearts?” “What defines a heart?” “If Nobodies don’t have hearts, then why do they feel such-and-such?” “Why were Nobodies even born?” “Nobodies aren’t meant to exist, but does that still mean...?” And so on and so on, blah, blah, BLAH. Hearing this over and over and over and OVER again throughout my reading of the novels doesn’t make me more sympathetic of the Nobodies, it actually makes me less sympathetic and want them to go away so I don’t have to keep reading the same damn woe-is-me grade school-level existentialism! I want to keep reading about Sora, Donald and Goofy, damn it!

- Three characters who were mostly on the sidelines in KH2 somehow get a majority of time and focus here: Riku, Axel and Namine. They are even forced into an apocryphal trio together. They are basically treated as the de-facto secondary main characters next to Sora, Donald and Goofy, with their actions and development being given equal importance. Actually, that’s a lie - Riku, Axel and Namine are honestly given more importance. There is so much wrong about this - not only does the trio not feel organic and reek of bad fanfic, but each character in it isn’t well portrayed at all compared to the game or even the manga.

- Riku had the most potential, since he’s always a major character and a more talented writer could’ve come up with more feasible things for him to have been doing off-screen during KH2. But what Kanemaki has him do is ridiculous. If it’s not just stalking Sora, Donald and Goofy as a silent protector (which is the least interesting thing you could do with him), it’s bullshit with Axel and Namine, or fighting Saix midway through even though Kanemaki still keeps Saix’s later line of “Didn’t Roxas take care of you?”, or having him fight Xemnas in the Old Mansion only for Ansem the Wise to show up and Xemnas then just...retreat for no reason, letting Ansem live and thus ensuring the later destruction of his Kingdom Hearts like a dumbass! And through all of this, she frequently makes Riku default back into snarky, arrogant asshole mode, which doesn’t fit his character at this point at all. Also, while I saw no deliberate yaoi bait in the writing of the KH2 game, it’s definitely present in these novels.

- Axel. Oh my God. Anyone who hates what was done with him as Lea in the games, you should blame Kanemaki, since she actually ran with that kind of writing and characterization for him in these novels long before that happened in the games. He is treated as a totally trustworthy good guy who is a great friend to Roxas, Riku and Namine. The one dick move Kanemaki has him make is quickly backtracked on and then swept under the rug. His whole villainous role is whitewashed at every turn, from both what he intended with Roxas (legit deciding to kill him is changed to attempting a murder/suicide so that he can die with his best friend) to everything concerning Kairi (no, he didn’t kidnap her at all, that point is hammered in frequently, he was going to take her to Namine and they’d then see Sora together! And he didn’t want to turn Sora into a Heartless, that was a wrongful assumption on Saix’s part! And Saix summoned those Dusks on Destiny Islands, not Axel! Axel is chivalrous and heroic and does everything possible to protect and save Kairi! Gag me.) It’s so obnoxious, and beyond removing all of the character’s edge, it’s a blatant case of giving a character a major role in a story that they aren’t supposed to have one in just because he’s a favorite of the writer.

- Namine is an equally blatant case of this, but her case might be even worse. Not only is she THE source of the repetitive woe-is-me existential Nobody monologues and debates, with her whole character arc being changed to revolve around this which honestly makes her unintentionally unsympathetic and annoying, but this portrayal of her has a negative effect on her in both fandom and canon. In terms of fandom, a cult of bad apples (usually yaoi fangirls who already hated Kairi) arose around Namine following KH2, declaring her as superior to Kairi in every way and worthy of being the real main heroine of the KH series. Not only is this false, but it arguably got started because of these novels (translations of which had made their way online long before they were localized), where a character who literally only got 10 minutes of screentime in the game literally gets transformed into the main heroine and one of the most frequently appearing characters in general, even if her “character development” is horribly written and amounts to her being a mouthpiece for Kanemaki’s views. Then again, maybe they just projected onto Namine due to her introverted, fond-of-drawing nature, and Kanemaki was just one of them and thus produced something that kept them going. It’s a Chicken/Egg type of thing, I guess. But whatever the case, what it did in canon was worse. Kanemaki was the first to write for Namine after KH2, in 358/2 Days, and her characterization of her translated in game form to the stagnant caricatured plot device that Nomura then realized was easy to write for and convenient for making other convoluted plot turns happen.

- Come to think of it, Kanemaki’s partnering up with Nomura for Days probably did a lot more harm than just with Namine. Because her obsession with the “What Measure is a Non-Human?” trope never truly leaves the series after Days. It doesn’t pop up in BBS, since that was being worked on before Days, but everything afterwards is sure to feature it in some abysmal way or another, whether it be Nobodies, replicas, data copies or beings of pure darkness. The “Nobodies have hearts after all” comes straight from her writing (even if she had it as a needless overcomplication of the original idea that strong hearts can share feelings with those without it and thus serve as a heart for them too, while Nomura’s retcon is just “Nah, the body can regrow a heart, Xemnas lied”.) A lot of KH3′s worst writing might have not existed had Nomura not picked up on Kanemaki’s fixation with woobified “non-beings”.

- Sora honestly feels like an afterthought for Kanemaki. She’s so eager to write new fanficcy material for other characters, but not for the actual main protagonist, who only gets straight-up game adaptation. Oh, except that some of his lines that were “mean” to the Nobodies (and thus “OOC”, as both KH2-hating anon and Kanemaki seem to think) are changed or cut out.

- Y’know how the KH2 manga made Kairi even better than her game portrayal? Yeah, well this novel makes her far worse. First off, her defiant “you’re not acting very friendly!” to Axel is cut because Axel is whitewashed in that moment (he even readies himself to defend Kairi from the Dusks which Saix summons). Later, she does not get away from Axel because he was never kidnapping her to begin with here. She then realizes that he’s really a good person before Saix kidnaps her, with Axel desperately trying to protect her. She then only shows up toward the end when Axel once again comes to be her hero (again thwarted by that dastardly Saix), with her moping about how she can do nothing to help the brave, noble Axel. (I feel sick just typing this...) In the finale, not only does Kanemaki not take advantage of the potential Kairi development that the game relegated to optional text boxes, but she actually destroys Kairi’s entire arc long before BBS did by making one of her few additions to Kairi be an inner monologue she has on the shore of Destiny Islands alongside Mickey, Donald and Goofy just before Sora and Riku make it back, where she’s just wishing with all her heart that they’ll come back because “We’re here waiting for you. We’ll always wait for you.” BULL-FUCKING-SHIT. Kanemaki, just like Nomura and Oka, clearly has no interest in Kairi as a character on her own. She is used here as a plot device for the character development of Axel and Namine, characters she is interested in, even though Kairi had more significance and screentime than them by far in the actual KH2 game. Geez, even Nojima tried with her!

- Roxas is written just fine during the prologue, since his scenes are just lifted from the game. But when he resurfaces in the final novel, added material make Axel be the most important thing on his mind. Even his final thoughts as he makes the full merging with Sora is that he hopes to meet Axel again. More deliberate yaoi-baiting, and more shoving Axel down our throats. Hell, that last novel is even named “Anthem - Meet Again / Axel Last Stand”. God damn it, Kanemaki, Axel was not important to KH2. It’s not his story. Get over it already!

- Hey, remember how in the game DiZ/ Ansem the Wise did a total character 180 due to offscreen reasons when he came back after the prologue? That was dumb. The novels add new scenes for him, so Kanemaki could actually rectify this issue....OR she just repeats it, since the first new scene she gives him also has him in 180 mode due to offscreen reasons!

- Xemnas and Saix both have their levels of menace neutered thanks to the existential angst of the Nobodies affecting them too, with none of their inner monologues bemoaning their fates really adding up with their actions. The game let you make up your own mind as to whether you found them sympathetic despite their monstrous behavior, but Kanemaki is clearly trying to force the sympathy angle, and it really lessens them, especially Xemnas.

- Really, only Xigbar, Xaldin, Demyx, Luxord, and the trio of Hayner, Pence and Olette were written completely accurately out of the KH-original cast. Nothing felt out of place with them.

- Other nonsensical fanficcy events besides what I’ve already mentioned include bringing stuff from COM (like Repliku) back up frequently instead of keeping focus on the story at hand, a totally different version of how Namine and Axel split from Riku following the prologue (one that continues making Namine unintentionally unsympathetic), Riku having Mickey make the promise after the prologue before Kanemaki’s own 358/2 Days retcons this to happening before it, Riku meeting with Maleficent in Hollow Bastion, Mickey meeting with Axel in Hollow Bastion, Axel being the one to wake Goofy up after his “death”, Axel having a sort of odd friendship with Pluto, Ansem the Wise being the one to provide the box of clues for Riku to give, Axel pretending to betray Riku and Namine so that he gets let back into the Organization and thus be able to rescue Kairi, meetings between the Organization where they talk about totally different and less interesting matters than they did in the game, and having Namine stalk the group throughout the finale as she thinks her last pretentious inner monologues. Also, given its subject matter and how it plays during Days’ opening, I swear to God that Kanemaki created the Axel/Roxas ghost scene that Nomura added to KH2:FM. That it shows up in the last novel, word-for-word, a month before KH2:FM’s release, proves this.

- The misplacement of Disney Castle. This one REALLY bothers me. She places Disney Castle between Beast’s Castle and Port Royal in the third novel. This makes no sense whatsoever, since not only was this meant to be Maleficent’s re-introduction to Sora, Donald and Goofy, but now it comes after Maleficent already made an alliance with Sora and his friends at Hollow Bastion! And then all of a sudden, she’s no longer keeping the Nobodies at bay and is back to self-interested villainy! And there isn’t any dialogue explaining this away or anything! We still have Maleficent saying “If it isn't the wretched Keyblade holder and his pitiful lackeys!” as if she hadn’t agreed to temporarily join forces with said wretched Keyblade holder and his pitiful lackeys! Way to ruin one of the best Disney world visits, Kanemaki!

- The whole finale and especially the ending itself, which were so powerful in both the game and even the manga, has no power in the light novel style of writing Kanemaki uses. Part of that isn’t Kanemaki’s fault, since so much of the finale’s greatness is visual and that obviously can’t be recaptured in text form. And yet she still makes some baffling pacing decisions, with stuff like the aforementioned Namine stalking passages throwing the whole thing off, LOL moments such as Riku himself outright admitting that he has no idea where he got Kairi’s Keyblade also breaking the immersion, character alterations like to Xemnas and Kairi ruining the effectiveness of things they do, and a truly WTF-inducing final chapter where the entire Secret Ansem Report is put before a novelization of both the credits scene where Sora sees Kairi’s drawing in the Secret Place and the epilogue scene where they get the King’s letter.

Overall, these novels just don’t feel like Kingdom Hearts II to me. Even the KH2 manga, the middle of its first half notwithstanding, felt like it. This does not. And that’s because whatever the faults in its narrative, KH2′s story was first and foremost a fun Disney/Square crossover adventure starring Sora, Donald and Goofy, with angsty existentialism merely being one of its themes and meant more for players to think about and discuss rather than the characters. The novels tell a story about angsty existentialism starring characters who think about and discuss it, with Sora, Donald and Goofy’s adventures being a passionless afterthought. That there are people who honestly think that Kanemaki doing this “fleshes out the characters” is shameful. Constant angst and grade school-level philosophical circle-jerking is not character depth. It is pretension of depth, hence the word “pretentious” which fits perfectly here. It takes a lot more than talking and expressing feelings at length to constitute character development. It requires meaningful actions, and it requires some form of growth and change. Kanemaki’s characters are largely static, simplistically characterized beings who spin their wheels in terms of both actions and growth. Riku does not change: you can barely tell he has any kind of depression or has experienced any kind of humbling. Axel does not change: he’s a great guy from the start and has no internal problems to overcome, only the external one of being separated from Roxas. Namine does not change, she goes through the same questioning and angsting over her existence and the existence of other Nobodies until the last minute where the answer just suddenly comes to her (in fact, it was apparently in her all along and she just forgot it. Shades of Sora’s dumbass “Power of Waking” arc in KH3 here...) Any actual development that happens with some characters (like Ansem the Wise) comes straight from the game...and Nojima didn’t write that all too well either! There is just very little that’s enjoyable about the KH2 novels to me, and Tomoko Kanemaki’s writing is to blame for that.

In the words of Lemony Snicket: I highly advise you to not read these books.

#Disney #Square Enix #Kingdom Hearts #Kingdom Hearts II #Anti-Tomoko Kanemaki #Bad Writing #Opinion #Analysis #Truthbomb #This has been a PSA

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redblackspade · 5 years

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What's gonna happen if a psychologist would make a video game?

I was interested in psychology even at school, and not for typical reasons: I was not motivated by the desire to deal with my own “demons” or to understand people around me. At the age of 17, I went to programmers university preparatory courses. There I was surrounded by guys in knitted sweaters and with virgin moustaches on thoughtful faces. The next day I was brought to courses in a pedagogical university, where I was the only guy in the audience. Young girls all around me, and the audience full of fragrant scents of women's perfumes. Stunned by what I saw, I confidently decided to study in this paradise.That’s how I began to break my life.The answer is psychedelic metroidvania where you play as a phobia.

Hello everybody, my name is Slava, I’m from Russia, and I am preparing the release of the third game that I made almost alone: music is the only piece I’m not responsible for. I make everything else myself. Having only a master’s degree in psychology, I dived into game development five years ago. I think it’s worth explaining a little about how it happened to bring a better understanding of what is going on in here. A small introduction will help to adequately perceive everything that jumps and flashes in the recently published trailer:

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That’s how I began to break my life.

In my “career” of a psychologist, the most reasonable decisions were: to drop dropping the psychology to hell; silently leaving graduate school; retirement from a kind of a foster home, where I worked for three years after graduating from the magistracy and fully devoting myself to game development.

I made these decisions not because I wasn’t interested in psychology anymore - on the contrary, while I was studying, I began to penetrate the structure of human minds. However, this profession did not allow me to express myself creatively. I always wanted other people to enjoy the worlds that were born in my mind. Knowledge of psychology helped in building my own life and in creating fictional characters, but it’s difficult to call it a high-paying profession in Russia. It would be possible to strive to open my office, but my heart wasn’t in it, and I’ve chosen another way.

Job in a social institution forced to constantly look for a part-time work. Although I enjoyed spending time with children from difficult families, moving from my parents and meeting with my “second half” forced me to earn a little more than I used to. The payments in social institutions in Russia are very-very low. I couldn’t do anything except digging in people’s minds with a bottle of whiskey, but I was familiar with Photoshop. I knew how to draw using Macromedia Flash, so I decided to find ways to apply these skills.

And I found it. People often look for artists on the game development forums, and those who had a severely limited budget doesn’t need particularly luxurious graphics - I could easily draw a pair of sprites for 5 euros. My desire to get at least some money helped me to improve my drawing skills. I really didn’t know how to draw. I simply drew and redrew everything until it satisfied the “customer”.

That’s what I used to draw back then.

A year later, I realised that I could completely create graphics for my own game. I only needed to find money for a programmer. The whole thing was in the distant 2014th year, and nobody was aware of the coming “indie apocalypse”. The games were coming out at a crazy oace, and the tools for creating them became easier and more accessible. I saw that artists are no less in demand than programmers, and came to the conclusion that if I had improved my drawing skills to a level allowed me to create a whole game in two years, then how long would it take me to learn to code too?

It took no time at all. I installed Construct 2 and things rushed. Two years later, my first game came out: Reflection of Mine. It was a dark and hardcore puzzle about a girl with multiple personality syndrome. I chose this topic because I wanted to use all my knowledge and skills in this project, and by that time I was the most advanced in psychology. And the engine...

Almost nobody takes Construct 2 seriously. This is an engine for creating two-dimensional HTML5 games, but when I started working with it, I didn’t even know what HTML5 is. I saw that dragging the windows in C2 produces quite a working “exe” file, the launch of which opens the doors for people to the world invented by me and introduces to the characters invented by me. What else do I need?

I still do not know. The games that I created with Construct 2 work! They are played by thousands of people around the world, and all the difficulties and bugs that some players suffered from were caused not by a “crooked engine”, but by my own hands. I didn’t face any problem that I could not fix in the future. Also I didn’t see any 2D-game mechanic that I could not recreate with Construct 2.

Now, however, the engine is dying, Construct 3, in my opinion, is horrible, and since the company making this product is moving into the abyss, at some point I will remove Construct 2 from my PC forever.

So what am I working on now? Fearmonium is a psychedelic metroidvania, where the player takes under control an unpleasant memory, seeking to become a phobia. The visual style is not inspired by the game Cuphead. To be honest, I’m not a big fan at all - the eternal battles with bosses are more tiring than pleasing to me. But still, I admit that this is a great game. I’m just a fan of exploration and I suffered from lack of it in there. Cuphead's visual style emerged from the twentieth-century classic animation, and my inspiration grows from there too.

However, I have never been a fan of the drooling intensity of short cartoon films about Mickey Mouse and Betty Boop. Although I was fascinated by the frame-by-frame animation in these creations, I never found them inspiring. And just before working on Fearmonium, I understood why: it was all about the music.

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I saw several unofficial videos of the musician named GHOSTEMANE - the authors took cuts from the cartoons of the first half of the twentieth century, put some camera shake and glitches on it and mixed them with aggressive and dark music, reminiscent of my beloved Witch house. This setting hooked me up. I chose a dark palette, a dark plot, dressed it all in the style of old cartoons and began to work.

The very procedure for bringing the game to its current state was as follows: in about two months I created a small demo version, where I had already chosen the visual style and gameplay. In February, I presented it at the White Nights conference in Berlin to look at the reaction of the players and to understand whether I was moving in the right direction. It turned out that in the right one.

From February to this day, I worked specifically on the trailer, and, frankly speaking, I turned the project file into complete chaos from broken levels and a real mess from objects called sprite1, sprite2, sprite100, but order was never my thing, and I'm sure I’ll get away with this.

Phobias aren’t growing from the void. Most often they are born from disturbing memories and bloom on the “compost” of negative states. The memory can be perceived by us as worrisome even without any obvious unpleasant factors: a person can see a clown or a spider under absolutely normal (seemingly) conditions, but these images are so firmly stuck into his head that it can transform into a serious neurosis. The unconscious will take care of this.

Fearmonium begins with a story about a fair where a boy named Jimmy saw clowns, and although he didn’t like them very much, he didn’t expect to wake up in the middle of the night from their appearance in his dream. Sleep has an important function of “squashing down” memories of the past day. Things we saw during the day affect the things that we will see while we sleep. A person doesn’t store memories in the form of text files or photographs, they don’t even look like a movie: we think in “images”. And how one or another image is treated depends only on the person. Absolutely same images can mean very different things to different people.

Bright images, seen by Jimmy at the fair, became his "protectors" when player converted his dream into a nightmare. That is why the first enemies we met were all that he liked from the previous day.

Interaction with enemies is not limited to waving a hammer. Two properties of phobias are involved in the battle with memories. First: neuroses affect the images in our memories. A “patient” suffering from a phobia will hardly be sure whether he saw a spider or a clown a year ago. It will seem to him that the subject of his fear was always somewhere near.

Secondly the phobia is not related to a specific item, it relates to a whole class of items. All that is associated with clowns becomes painful for Jimmy. People who are afraid of spiders will not divide them into types and panic from the appearance of some specific spider, they will be frightened by everything that their minds connect with spiders.

In this way, we “fake” Jimmy’s memories by turning enemies into balloons that Jimmy strongly associates with clowns. Where there was something light in his memory — bam — and a balloon appears.

In addition, we will meet other clowns in the memories of Jimmy that the boy has seen in throughout his life, and take them into our "army", using these memories as weapons against bright images.

But the very purpose of the game is not to drive poor Jimmy crazy. A phobia is not always as destructive as it may seem, and this is the main idea that I want to convey.

Neurosis doesn’t appear from a good emotional state. Stress, constant anxiety - a great “compost” for depression and phobias. Jimmy's life is not wonderful at all. His consciousness was already a chaos before our appearance. I will not go into the details of his life that drove Jimmy into the abyss of misfortunes, but I will say that in his situation, no one except Jimmy himself can save the situation.

And one of the features of phobias: the displacement of the objective fears. And "objective" does not mean "reasonable." For example, being late to school is an objective fear, but even such a minor phenomenon can be accompanied by an absurd amount of stress. Our indecision is often caused by the ridiculous amount of experience over trifles, which are perceived as something very important. With the presence of a real, severe neurosis, trifles are again turned into trifles, and only clowns seem to be a serious threat.

I briefly retold some things that I reveal through Fearmonium. The plot will affect the nature of depression, and standard methods of protection against neurosis, and a bunch of things that I caught at lectures at the university. But I remember an important rule - the best story in the game is the one that can be ignored. Fearmonium may well attract someone with funny pictures and dynamic gameplay, but scare off with its internal seriousness. So, in the game it will be impossible to get confused even if you don’t get a grasp of all the subtleties of human consciousness, and the “educational” part of the game is purely optional.

I believe that games can say more than “click on X to win”, and I try to develop this idea.

Don’t forget to add Fearmonium to your wishlist!

https://store.steampowered.com/app/1068360/Fearmonium/

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rox-the-proxy · 5 years

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KH TerraVan Tribal AU

Always Updating/WIP

Notes:

Note, this AU was inspired by superfluous-Vanitas tribal AU art. Note i have added my own plot line, ideas, and different creatures that hail from the games The Isle and Ark: Survival Evolved. Thus, the creatures/mounts that that characters have in this AU are NOT to be changed unless its been stated in the canon AU story line.

Notes 2:

If you wish to use this AU please be sure to give me credit for it! And if you have questions, please feel free to pm and ask me! Or comment below and I’ll answer as soon as i can.

Notes 3:

Note, this is a TerraVan ship AU thus this ship is NOT TO BE CHANGED. Another ship that is not to be changed is IsaLea! These ships are set in stone! Other ships are free to be added!

Notes 4:

Any and all other characters that are mentioned will be in different tribes depending on the story line! If you dont see a character name on any of the lists below, assume they currently do not play a super important role!

Notes 5:

Note creatures that are listed as a character Mount i will not be adding photos of for as there are quite a few! Please feel free to look them up as most of them come from the Game Ark: Survival Evolved.

Notes 6:

Note, Adding ocs is fine, however please do not ship them with characters who are already a canon ship for this AU!

Note 7:

Note, information here can be found on the Kingdom Hearts Rp amino and the Kingdom Hearts amino as well, i go by Prince Vanitas in the Kingdom Hearts rp amino and Rox on the Kingdom Hearts aminos.

AU Information:

°This AU takes place during a time where Dinosaurs and people lived at the same time. Though this doesn’t mean there isn’t modern day technology when it comes to the scientific aspect. Meaning the ability to genetically modify dinosaurs is possible. However it’s only possible if the tribe has the means and knowledge. This takes the ideas of taming dinosaurs from the game known as Ark: Survival Evolved and some ideas, creatures and things of the like from the horror survival game The Isle. I do not take credit for the creatures from either of these games or the Kingdom Hearts series. This AU was inspired by someones art of a tribe AU for the TerraVan ship you can find them on Tumblr as superfluous-Vaniats so go check them out, give em some love!

World Information:

Based on the Idea that Dinosaurs and humans lived at the same time, this tribe AU revolves around Vanitas, the adopted child to the Seeker’s Tribe leader Xehanort, and his Mount a odd looking ( Hyperendocrin) T-Rex who goes by the name of Hypo. In an effort to cease a constant tribe war between the Guardians Tribe ran by Tribe leader Eraqus, the two have decided on an arranged marriage between Vanitas and Eraqus’ own child; Terra. Though, while Vanitas seems to easily go along with the plan, Terra doesn’t. As the weeks go by, Terra and Vanitas learn more about each other and about the past Vanitas can’t seem to remember about himself.

Tribes:

Seekers Tribe:

A tribe that specializes in Predator taming. This by far one of the larger Tribes that can be found in the area, and a Tribe who’s leader leads with a firm, iron fist. Their skills in taming predator type creatures makes them a force to be reckoned with. The people from this tribe are seen as cynical, cunning, cold and distant. They take habbitance in the wide open plains of the land, and a medium sized portion of the dense forests by the plains. Though there seems to be something more…sinister with it’s tribe leader then what meets the eye.

Seekers Tribe Notable Members:

Xehanort:

A mysterious old man who seems to always know more then what he lets on. The tribe leader who rules with an iron fist. With golden eyes he watches over his tried silently all while training his somewhat rebellious adopted child. Though he is anything but a loving man, strict and off cold, he is not a tribe leader to be messed with.

Vanitas:

Child to the Seekers Tribe leader, local and resident trouble maker, owner of a powerful mount; Vanitas is the next in line to rule the Seekers Tribe. Taken in at a young age after he and his strange T-Rex (who was a just a young as Vanitas was at the time) starving and wounded by none other then Xehanort himself. Seeming to be a sort of ‘freak’ among his own tribe members, Vanitas is often found out in the dense woods alone or out in the grassy plains of his tribe’s territory with his T-Rex Mount; Hypo. He is to be wed to the son of another tribe’s leader to merge the two together and end a constant war they seem to be at.

Isa:

Resident voice of reason to both Vanitas and Lea, and seeming to be one of only two people in the entire tribe who sees Vanitas as a friend. Head of the Allosaurus hunting party, he keeps a cool head and logical thinking to almost everything he does. He may seem distant and cold, but once one gets past that hard exterior he’s kind and gives sound advice to any who seek nothing but honest answers and opinions.

Lea:

Second in command of the Allosaurus hunting party; Lea is all spitfire personality and a unpredictable person over all. He happens to also be Isa’s significant other making their Mounts the Alpha pair that run the pack. He also is Vanitas’ best friend and usually the one who is ride or die with him. Despite this, Lea is cynical and can flip on a dime when a job needs to be done. This makes him a valuable asset to the hunting party. He is also Vanitas’ constant support as well as being more then ready to defend him should anyone try to pick a fight with him.

Luxlord:

Third in command of the hunting party, usually the last person to take charge. This isn’t due to him being incapable, but merely because it’s rare for both Lea and Isa to not be available. A gambler and always willing to take risks he usually is the one who leads the more risky missions but we his history of good luck he’s managed to always come back alive and the hunting party unscracthed. Laid back, but a bit cocky he and Vanitas have a bit of a complicated like and hate relationship. As Luxlord is okay with supporting him, but rather put the good of the tribe before him in a heart beat.

Guardians Tribe:

A tribe that specializes in Herbivore taming type creatures. This is typically a peace loving tribe, though it’s leader is always prepared for a war, he never goes looking for it. As a decent of the first settlers of the land, this Tribe’s leader is a kind hearted man with a wisdom that leaves anyone who seeks advice from him stunned. His tribe takes up the cliff sides, some plains and a small portion of dense forest. Not a extremely large Tribe, but one that is constantly having issues with the Seekers Tribe.

Guardians Tribe Notable Members:

Eraqus:

One of the kindest Tribe members, a once old friend to Xehanort and a man with wanting the best for his tribe. Wise, calm and understanding to a point, Eraqus is loved by his tribe and is respected by many others who have encountered him. Despite having been a friend to Xehanort back in their youth; something drove them apart and now both their Tribes are always at each other’s throats.

Terra:

The Protector, Son to Tribe Leader Eraqus himself, and one of few Tribe’s people who has a predator type mount; a T-Rex by the name of Ash. Clam, cool and collected Terra is a man of few words and the future tribe leader. Physically Strong and strong willed; Terra is never one to give up easily or underestimate opponents of any kind. He is to be wed to the son of another tribe to cease a decade long war and is not pleased about it.

Aqua:

Resident Healer and student to Tribe Leader Eraqus, she is loving as she is honest. With her Shantungosaurus Mount named; Eva, they are a duo that is rarely seen far away from the Home as she tends to sick and injured. She is also originally from another tribe who was wiped out by the Seekers tribe, thus her hatred for them runs deep. Her years friendship with Terra allows her to understand his displeasure with the arranged marriage, she can often he found with him and their third friend.

Ventus:

The youngest of the Trio, Ventus is a young boy with a uncanny ability to quickly tame most herbivore type dinos. He is also one of a few small handful of tribe members who have a Predator type mount. With his Ceratosaurus named Avea the two make a perfect team when it comes to River fishing. Though despite this, Ventus is a bit shy and prefers to stay at home or stick close to Terra and Aqua. Like Aqua, Ventus once originally came from a different tribe. What tribe he came from however is unknown as he himself doesn’t recall.

Roxas:

Twin brother to Ventus, sometimes harsh and sassy, Roxas is usually always off with the Tides Tribe hanging out with Sora and his two friends. Though when he is not with them, he’s with the hunting part of his Tribe, as an elite member of the Hunting party, Roxas has a Utahraptor mount named Oblivion. Together they make a deadly team, often hitting their pray when it’s unexpected.

Tides Tribe:

One of the kindest Tribes in the Land, this tribe dwells and lives along a large part of coast line and distant islands off thr main land. A peace loving tribe and oddly enough one that has rarely been attacked, this seems to be due to the many trade deals that this tribe has to other larger Tribes. However, this doesn’t make them a target. This tribe specializes in water based creatures due to their constant travels between the main land and tiny off set islands. However, it seems this tribe had and still has issues with children of the tribe being kidnapped or going missing.

Tides Tribe Notable Members:

Mickey:

A young man who rules a tribe that dwells and rules over the Tides tribe. Kind, laid back and caring he can always he found helping the members of his tribe be it with simple tasks or heavy duty tasks such as hulling in fish nets or building new homes. He is a rather new Tribe leader having been a tribe leader for only about four years, making him one of the youngest Tribe Leaders around.

Sora:

A happy go lucky boy with a sun bright smile and a even brighter personality. Always smiling, kind to everyone and willing to see the good in anyone he meets, Sora is one of a kind and never fails to put a smile on anyone’s face. With his Kaprosuchus Mount named Riptide, it’s not strange to see Sora often fishing while on the back of this creature or he could he found enjoying a sunny day with his two best friends. It’s also said he once had a twin, though all he remembers is the one night he was hidden by his older twin while their villa was raided by another tribe. What became of his twin he doesn’t know, but seems to feel at blame for his disappearance.

Riku:

Adopted child to Mickey, future Tribe leader and a boy who comes off as the residents cool kid. However, considering he is best friends with Sora, it’s suspected he’s just as kind as he is. However, to those he doesn’t know, Riku is distant, cold and can come off as a bit of a jerk. Unlike his friend who has a semi- aquatic or completely aquatic like creature, Riku has a Megalosaurus as a mount named Dawn. He can be found during the day hanging out with his friends while at night he’s off with a night but I party group.

Kairi:

A girl who originally came from a completely different tribe at the age of four, she now lives with the Tides Tribe and seems to love her new home there. She is the third and final best friend to Sora and Riku, she can often be found with the two, watching over their daily shenanigans or scolding them for whenever they do anything that gets them into trouble. Unlike her friends, Kairi has two small “Mounts” the first one being a Shinehorn named starlight, and the other a small Featherlight named Sparks.

Demyx:

Local musician, a laid back guy and generally very easy to get along with. He seems to get along with a lot of kids as he helps the mothers of the tribe keep an eye on the younger kids. He’s often found at the harbor playing his guitar like instrument while chilling on the back of his Aquatic mount, a Liopleurodon by the name of Storm. He often times plays music during the Tribe dinners or for the birthdays of Sore, Riku and Kairi, making him someone the teens and young kids go to go have fun or relax.

Deep Land Tribe:

A mysterious Tribe that keeps to itself, not much is known about this tribe but it’s suspected there is more to them then what meets the eye. What is known that this was the Tribe Xehanort originally came from before braking off and starting his own tribe. Though the man has never spoken a thing about them.

Deep Land Tribe Notable Members:

Xigbar:

A mysterious, one eyed man with scars that litter his face. Cocky, and giving off a dark vibe; this man is not the actual leader of the Tribe but is currently acting as tribe Leader. Where the actual tribe leader went, is unknown. However, it is known that the scars on his face and the missing eye are a result of an unsuccessful attack he lead on the Guardians Tribe, the one who caused tue injuries was Terra himself. His Mount is known at the current time.

Larxene:

A young woman with a sharp tongue, and even sharper knives. Her aggressive personality makes her perfect for being the second in command of her tribe’s hunting party. She’s ruthless, harsh, and hates most if not all children, this includes children of her tribe. Thus this leads to her usually leaving them for dead should they mess up or join the hunting party, leaving them on their own without help. Her mount is currently unknown

Marluxia:

leader of the Hunting party, he is as handsome as he is cynical. His joy for playing mind games, or toying with his pray makes him a deadly opponent. Despite this, unlike his second in command he can be a man of logic as well, he’s not afraid to question the motives of his own tribe and seems to have bigger plans for himself and anyone else who joins him I whatever plans he has in store. His Mount is currently unknown.

Even:

Scientist, cynical, mad even. Even is what many would see as the book definition of a mad scientist, though he would say otherwise. Despite this, no one dares argue the fact that he is indeed intelligent. This has lead to his tribe being the most advanced Tribe on the main land when it comes to Generic Modification in dinosaurs. Though, while others see his practices and experiments unethical and cruel, he doesn’t think so. His Mount is also currently unknown.

Xion:

A young, troubled young lady who seems to be miserable in her tribe. She is part of the hunting party, but despite her clear displeasure in being part of her tribe, it is unknown as to why she doesn’t leave. She’s skilled when it comes to tracking and setting up traps, making her a valuable asset to the Tribe. Her mount is currently Unknown.

Naminé:

another young lady who doesn’t seem content with her tribe. What her role is and what she does is completely unknown she has only been seen once and that was by Vanitas. Before he could even ask who she was and if she needed help, she managed to turn tail and run, loosing him in the dense forest.

#Kingdom Hearts #KH #Kingdom Hearts Tribal AU #tribe au #The Isle AU #Ark: Survival Evolved AU #Rp AU #Wanna Rp this with me? message me and we can rp on discord if you wish #TerraVan #IsaLea

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MICKEY DONOVAN, MAIN VERSE. ALRIGHT, FUNNY MAN, MAKE ME LAUGH.

MICKEY DONOVAN looks an awful lot like TONY OLLER. HE is TWENTY SIX and while they're COMEDIC, they have a tendency to be pretty DEPENDENT. You’ve probably seen them around Kola listening to SOBER UP by AJR.

Mick is the second born of three making him the middle child and oh boy does he have that middle child syndrome. It wasn’t always bad, it just meant he was overlooked compared to his siblings. His brother the protector and his sister the apple of his parents eye, more times than not Mickey slipped through the cracks. But it lead him to sit back and really look at the situations he was in and find the humor.

While he was funny most of his life, it really wasn’t until he was twenty two did he really start seriously thinking about a career in comedy. His younger sister actually pushed him to start at small little bars during open mics and honestly? His career sort of took off. of course, not the first night but after a few he started to actually get paid gigs. He was finally making a name for himself, and on September 9th, 2013 Mick had his biggest show to date he was opening for one of his favorite comics in the world and it meant everything to him. That night was also the night his sister took her life. And thus, the spiral began.

For a few months Mickey just fill silent really, he lost his biggest fan / best support system and the only thing he had left was her final text which was ‘alright, funny man, make me laugh’ which he actually got tattooed on his chest over his heart. This is when ( WC1 ) comes into his life and begins guiding him down a path of drugs, like really bad drugs. Acid, heroin, ecstasy, you name it and he began to spiral out of control. He lost everything, his ability to make people laugh being the thing that hurt him the most, though, and it’s then he decided to check himself into a rehab facility.

By September 9th, 2017 Mickey Donovan was finally clean and sober and has been ever since. But that’s probably because he stayed out of his hometown, Kola, California. But now he’s back and he’s almost nervous he won’t be able to stay on the right path.

LIKE THIS POST if you’d like me to write you a starter for this verse!

OPEN CONNECTIONS. hmu if you want to grab one

WC 1: the toxic ex girlfriend, this person was the one who lured Mickey into drugs in the first place. They dated for a couple of years but they barely remember it because they were so fucked up and high the whole time. DEFINITELY a big mood / his biggest trigger to use drugs so lets make him relapse ok cool

BEST FRIEND : basically the person who has been holding it down with him his whole life like it could be the brotp of the century or an incredibly under rated brotp where they spend time together and are normally quiet but yeah just good bros even through his addiction they have always been there for him / always one call away.

EX BEST FRIEND : FUCK me UP the person he lost when he started getting too high for them to hang like they hated him by the time he went to rehab and they honestly haven’t seen each other in over like, 3 years so imagine that angsty shit

EX GIRLFRIEND : basically the one he dated before wc 1 / his sisters death who like was honestly good for him but also wasn’t about to sit there and watch him get high also he may have cheated on her with wc 1

#tw suicide #tw drugs #fckit:intro #⁽ ᵐᵉᵉᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵘˢᵉˢ ⁾ introductions.#⁰⁰⁶ˑ ʰᵉᵃᵈᶜᵃᶰᵒᶰ ‹ mickey ›

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Events 2.10

1258 – Mongol invasions: Baghdad falls to the Mongols, bringing the Islamic Golden Age to an end. 1306 – In front of the high altar of Greyfriars Church in Dumfries, Robert the Bruce murders John Comyn sparking the revolution in the Wars of Scottish Independence. 1355 – The St Scholastica Day riot breaks out in Oxford, England, leaving 63 scholars and perhaps 30 locals dead in two days. 1502 – Vasco da Gama sets sail from Lisbon, Portugal, on his second voyage to India. 1567 – Lord Darnley, second husband of Mary, Queen of Scots, is found strangled following an explosion at the Kirk o' Field house in Edinburgh, Scotland, a suspected assassination. 1712 – Huilliches in Chiloé rebel against Spanish encomenderos. 1763 – French and Indian War: The Treaty of Paris ends the war and France cedes Quebec to Great Britain. 1814 – Napoleonic Wars: The Battle of Champaubert ends in French victory over the Russians and the Prussians. 1840 – Queen Victoria of the United Kingdom marries Prince Albert of Saxe-Coburg-Gotha. 1846 – First Anglo-Sikh War: Battle of Sobraon: British defeat Sikhs in the final battle of the war. 1861 – Jefferson Davis is notified by telegraph that he has been chosen as provisional President of the Confederate States of America. 1862 – American Civil War: A Union naval flotilla destroys the bulk of the Confederate Mosquito Fleet in the Battle of Elizabeth City on the Pasquotank River in North Carolina. 1906 – HMS Dreadnought, the first of a revolutionary new breed of battleships is christened and launched by King Edward VII. 1920 – Józef Haller de Hallenburg performs symbolic wedding of Poland to the sea, celebrating restitution of Polish access to open sea. 1920 – About 75 % of the population in Zone I votes to join Denmark in the 1920 Schleswig plebiscites. 1923 – Texas Tech University is founded as Texas Technological College in Lubbock, Texas 1930 – The Việt Nam Quốc Dân Đảng launches the failed Yên Bái mutiny in hope to overthrow French protectorate over Vietnam. 1933 – In round 13 of a boxing match at New York City's Madison Square Garden, Primo Carnera knocks out Ernie Schaaf. Schaaf dies four days later. 1936 – Second Italo-Abyssinian War: Italian troops launched the Battle of Amba Aradam against Ethiopian defenders. 1939 – Spanish Civil War: The Nationalists conclude their conquest of Catalonia and seal the border with France. 1940 – The Soviet Union begins mass deportations of Polish citizens from occupied eastern Poland to Siberia. 1940 – Cartoon characters Tom and Jerry make their debut with Puss Gets the Boot. 1942 – World War II: Imperial Japanese Army capture Banjarmasin, capital of Borneo in Dutch East Indies. 1943 – World War II: Attempting to completely lift the Siege of Leningrad, the Soviet Red Army engages German troops and Spanish volunteers in the Battle of Krasny Bor. 1947 – The Paris Peace Treaties are signed by Italy, Romania, Hungary, Bulgaria, Finland and the Allies of World War II. 1947 – Crowds gathered at shop windows in Paris to see Christian Dior's New Look fashion—longer skirts, nipped-in waists and padded shoulders. 1954 – U.S. President Dwight D. Eisenhower warns against United States intervention in Vietnam. 1962 – Cold War: Captured American U2 spy-plane pilot Gary Powers is exchanged for captured Soviet spy Rudolf Abel. 1962 – Roy Lichtenstein's first solo exhibition opened, and it included Look Mickey, which featured his first employment of Ben-Day dots, speech balloons and comic imagery sourcing, all of which he is now known for. 1964 – Melbourne–Voyager collision: The aircraft carrier HMAS Melbourne collides with and sinks the destroyer HMAS Voyager off the south coast of New South Wales, Australia, killing 82. 1967 – The 25th Amendment to the United States Constitution is ratified. 1972 – Ras Al Khaimah joins the United Arab Emirates, now making up seven emirates. 1984 – Kenyan soldiers kill an estimated 5000 ethnic Somali Kenyans in the Wagalla massacre. 1989 – Ron Brown is elected chairman of the Democratic National Committee becoming the first African American to lead a major American political party. 1996 – IBM supercomputer Deep Blue defeats Garry Kasparov in chess for the first time. 2003 – France and Belgium break the NATO procedure of silent approval concerning the timing of protective measures for Turkey in case of a possible war with Iraq. 2007 – Then Illinois senator Barack Obama announces his candidacy for president in the 2008 elections, which he later goes on to win. 2009 – The communications satellites Iridium 33 and Kosmos 2251 collide in orbit, destroying both. 2013 – Thirty-six people are killed and 39 others are injured in a stampede in Allahabad, India, during the Kumbh Mela festival. 2016 – South Korea decides to stop the operation of the Kaesong joint industrial complex with North Korea in response to the launch of Kwangmyŏngsŏng-4. 2018 – 19 people are killed and 66 injured when a Kowloon Motor Bus double decker on route 872 in Hong Kong overturns.

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allanpaulvin · 7 years

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SOUNDS OF SILENCE

Well, good morning, once again, to you my loyal readers. In case you not aware, it's Tuesday, September 5, 2017. Yes, I said September. The year of our Lord, 2017, is speeding onward at a very rapid pace. We wake up and poof; the day is over. We didn't experience anything new or exciting, at least I haven't. The sun rises and sets; the news marches on, maybe not one step at a time, but it does move forward regardless of who occupies the seat in the Oval Office. On occasion, a cloud or two does appear in the sky; most of us are capable of dealing with it. We carry an umbrella, perhaps don a chapeau, and we move forward. Unfortunately, for some of us, our protector from precipitation isn't in working order. We get wet and need to return home to change our rain-impaired wardrobe. Our appointment schedules are impacted, and fear becomes another bullet on our to-do list. Most of us are aware that "life ain't easy." It's like we're the Quarterback of our favorite Football Team, and you're on the one yard-line, score tied, and boom, the defense kicks your butt, game over. Eli Manning, you need not fear my appearance behind the team's Center.

It's time to get strong. Perhaps you should acquire a suit of armor? Maybe you should hire a Security Team, practice karate or some other form of self-defense to shield yourself from bodily harm? Perhaps, you need to get your head out of your behind and move on?

Butchy, my alter ego and your Sports Reporter, is still under the weather, so there's no Sports Report today. I can only hope that Butchy recovers soon, to provide you with coverage of the upcoming football season.

The "Weather Mavens," at AccuWeather, are once again, predicting that both clouds and the sun will appear in the skies above Central New Jersey. Temperatures could range from sixty-seven to eighty-six, with high humidity.

Today's New York Times reports that:

1. "Kim is 'Beginning War,' U.S., Says, Urging U.N. Diplomacy." Once again, let's kick this short and chubby dude's butt!

2. "No Easy Path for Trump on Fate of 800,000 'Dreamers." It's not easy, even for the "DUMPSTER," to ruin the lives of these kids who do believe that their dreams can come true.

3. "Hurricane Irma Strengthens Into Category 5 Storm." Leave it to a woman, just kidding. I can only hope that those who reside in the Sunshine State, remain safe and sound.

Enough news, weather, and sports for now. It's time, once again, to move forward to today's edition of "Al's Diatribes." Our subject is: "SOUNDS OF SILENCE."

Yes, I know that this is the title of a Simon and Garfunkel, 1965 hit. Yesterday, I was on my daily walk, through the streets of, Milltown, NJ and was taken aback, by the lyrics:

"Fools said I; You do not know Silence like a cancer grows Hear my words that I might teach you, Take my arms that I might reach you." But my words like silent raindrops fell, And echoed in the wells of silence."

We feel, hear, but don't speak, because:

- we turn a deaf ear - we're too busy texting or playing games on our Android devices - we read the news, but don't respond - we immerse ourselves in total bullshit - we elected an inexperienced President - we live in a "fairytale world" - for some, life's too easy - we're ill-prepared for reality - we spend too much time searching Social Media sites - I for one, love Walt Disney and both Mickey and Minnie - we search for the unreachable - the New York Mets have caused me to shed a tear or two - we, me included, spend too much time watching TV - some are incapable of thinking for themselves - not too many guys have connected with a woman from Cranford, New Jersey - if more people were born and bred in the Borough of Brooklyn, things would be entirely different - if we smiled more and talked less, we could change the lyrics of today's subject - Enough Psychology for now. I'm sure you've got more important things to do.

Remember to express yourself; you're allowed to think about what you choose to believe. Make it a great day!

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mickeylovebot · 4 years

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mickey’s journal (entry #752) (pretend there are a million misspellings) - ian asks why I love him.

ian’s been feeling bad lately. I finally got it out of him that he’s been talking about guilt with his therapist and he remembered all the ways he mistreated me when we were younger. he’d been keeping it repressed until now... and now, it’s fucked him up. I’ve been trying to reassure him. I’ve even had to be the big spoon a couple times. and today, after a year of marriage, he asked me why I loved him. we’d never really asked that of each other before. our love just... is. we didn’t need a reason. the words got caught in my throat, though, because how could I possibly fucking explain that? how could I put it in words? I put it in words here, all the time, but when I’m actually looking at him, in those eyes, those pretty green fucking eyes. and it brought me back. to when I was the dirtiest white boy in america and he was a gay, ginger teenager who despite being closeted was still a lot more proud of it than I was. and he was my angel. he saw something in the deepest parts of me that I could never see in myself. and I’d never admit it at the time, but immediately, there was a soft spot for him. I so desperately wanted him to just be a warm mouth because really, with my life at the time, that would’ve made everything easier. but there was this pull about him. something so alluring that pricked at the feelings and empathy I pretended I didn’t have. I’d always silently looked up to him. somebody so in tune with his feelings. somebody who didn’t have an ounce of shame about who he was. he was who I silently wished I was in another world. and as time went on, he taught me how not to hide anymore. he gave me safety. he gave me a place where I could let out the things that I felt. and he changed me. he got sick. and for the first time ever, I knew what it was like to be afraid of losing somebody. losing somebody to himself. and all I wanted to do was help him. and he changed me more. I became a protector, a care-taker, a lover. my reputation, my toughness, it was nothing compared to how scared I was for him. every wall I’d ever had came down, for him. he was an absolute disaster. but even when he was bedridden, even when he stole my fucking baby, he was my world and I realized that I loved every little thing about him. and yes, ian, this time was very painful for me. you cheated on me, you dumped me. but honestly... I knew that wasn’t the end for us. I knew that we would be forever, because we were too special for that. this beautiful redhead can’t change me into a softie just for me never to see him again. and you might think I deserve better, ian. but love isn’t about deserve. love is about meeting somebody who makes you into a person you’re happy to be. love is about being able to trace every line on your body, your face, ian, over and over again and still be content that you are who I’m looking at. ian asked me why I loved him today. but the real question would be how couldn’t I? it baffles me that every person comes by him doesn’t fall in love. it’s no wonder why I’ve always been the jealous type about him. I’ve stayed up writing this, and I’m watching him sleep and I’m tearing up because it’s such luck that I’m able to. I guess I’ll rip this out and leave it on his side table, so he can read it when he gets up for work. and then he’ll know I write about him in this stupid fucking journal and hopefully he doesn’t ask to see my gay ass poetry. ian, I hope this answer is good enough for you. but if it’s not, I could find another way to say it. ...p.s. I forgive you. for everything.

#mickey milkovich #ian gallagher #gallavich #ian x mickey #ian and mickey #i made myself cry w this #my writing

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1258 – Mongol invasions: Baghdad falls to the Mongols, bringing the Islamic Golden Age to an end. 1306 – In front of the high altar of Greyfriars Church in Dumfries, Robert the Bruce murders John Comyn sparking the revolution in the Wars of Scottish Independence 1355 – The St Scholastica Day riot breaks out in Oxford, England, leaving 63 scholars and perhaps 30 locals dead in two days.[1] 1502 – Vasco da Gama sets sail from Lisbon, Portugal, on his second voyage to India.[2] 1567 – Lord Darnley, second husband of Mary, Queen of Scots, is found strangled following an explosion at the Kirk o' Field house in Edinburgh, Scotland, a suspected assassination. 1763 – French and Indian War: The Treaty of Paris ends the war and France cedes Quebec to Great Britain. 1814 – Napoleonic Wars: The Battle of Champaubert ends in French victory over the Russians and the Prussians. 1840 – Queen Victoria of the United Kingdom marries Prince Albert of Saxe-Coburg-Gotha. 1846 – First Anglo-Sikh War: Battle of Sobraon: British defeat Sikhs in final battle of the war 1861 – Jefferson Davis is notified by telegraph that he has been chosen as provisional President of the Confederate States of America. 1862 – American Civil War: A Union naval flotilla destroys the bulk of the Confederate Mosquito Fleet in the Battle of Elizabeth City on the Pasquotank River in North Carolina. 1870 – The YWCA is founded in New York City. 1906 – HMS Dreadnought, the first of a revolutionary new breed of battleships is christened and launched by King Edward VII. 1920 – Józef Haller de Hallenburg performs symbolic wedding of Poland to the sea, celebrating restitution of Polish access to open sea. 1923 – Texas Tech University is founded as Texas Technological College in Lubbock, Texas 1930 – The Việt Nam Quốc Dân Đảng launches the failed Yên Bái mutiny in hope to overthrow French protectorate over Vietnam. 1933 – In round 13 of a boxing match at New York City's Madison Square Garden, Primo Carnera knocks out Ernie Schaaf. Schaaf dies four days later. 1936 – Second Italo-Abyssinian War: Italian troops launched the Battle of Amba Aradam against Ethiopian defenders. 1939 – Spanish Civil War: The Nationalists conclude their conquest of Catalonia and seal the border with France. 1940 – The Soviet Union begins mass deportations of Polish citizens from occupied eastern Poland to Siberia. 1940 – Tom and Jerry make their debut with Puss Gets the Boot. 1942 – World War II: Imperial Japanese Army capture Banjarmasin, capital of Borneo in Dutch East Indies. 1943 – World War II: Attempting to completely lift the Siege of Leningrad, the Soviet Red Army engages German troops and Spanish volunteers in the Battle of Krasny Bor. 1947 – The Paris Peace Treaties are signed by Italy, Romania, Hungary, Bulgaria, Finland and the Allies of World War II. 1947 – Crowds gathered at shop windows in Paris to see Christian Dior's New Look fashion—longer skirts, nipped-in waists and padded shoulders. 1954 – U.S. President Dwight D. Eisenhower warns against United States intervention in Vietnam. 1962 – Cold War: Captured American U2 spy-plane pilot Gary Powers is exchanged for captured Soviet spy Rudolf Abel. 1962 – Roy Lichtenstein's first solo exhibition opened, and it included Look Mickey, which featured his first employment of Ben-Day dots, speech balloons and comic imagery sourcing, all of which he is now known for. 1964 – Melbourne–Voyager collision: The aircraft carrier HMAS Melbourne collides with and sinks the destroyer HMAS Voyager off the south coast of New South Wales, Australia, killing 82. 1967 – The 25th Amendment to the United States Constitution is ratified. 1972 – Ras Al Khaimah joins the United Arab Emirates, now making up seven emirates. 1984 – Kenyan soldiers commit the worst ever human rights violation in the country by slaughtering an estimated 5000 ethnic Somali Kenyans in Wagalla in N.E.-Kenya. 1989 – Ron Brown is elected chairman of the Democratic National Committee becoming the first African American to lead a major American political party. 1996 – IBM supercomputer Deep Blue defeats Garry Kasparov in chess for the first time. 2003 – France and Belgium break the NATO procedure of silent approval concerning the timing of protective measures for Turkey in case of a possible war with Iraq. 2007 – Then Illinois senator Barack Obama announces his candidacy for president in the 2008 elections, which he later goes on to win. 2009 – The communications satellites Iridium 33 and Kosmos 2251 collide in orbit, destroying both. 2013 – Thirty-six people are killed and 39 others are injured in a stampede in Allahabad, India, during the Kumbh Mela festival. 2016 – South Korea decides to stop the operation of the Kaesong joint industrial complex with North Korea in response to the launch of Kwangmyŏngsŏng-4.

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