#BUT I STILL WANNA TRY!! >8T

[charlieslowartsies]

17, 22, 25, 29 for the Weird Questions for Writers

Thank you for asking these aaaa

17. Talk to me about the minutiae of your current WIP. Tell me about the lore, the history, the detail, the things that won’t make it in the text.

We do not have time for the lore that is the FNAF timeline. I don’t even have time for it all in the KGA, hilariously enough. I’ve had to cherry pick and beat my sandcastles into a passable attempt at a coherent storyline and the sand gets wetter with each new FNAF related thing that is released. I hope its working. I don’t think my tower is up to code, but it’s a pretty tower.

However I am pretty proud of the upcoming plot stuff in terms of the characters getting either their comeuppance or much needed closure. I’ve set up almost all the hints by now for the major secret—well, I think it’s the most important one! It’s been my favorite to work on. There’s obviously other mysteries going on inside the Pizza Plex. I’ll try and answer them all, and hope the DLC doesn’t have to be entirely ignored if I want to write more KGA stuff. (It already looks like it will but…fuck it. This is why I call it an au. The second Mike stepped into Fazbear’s Fright with the Fazgang that storyline rocketed down its own path, and I’ve had to accept that.)

One thing I settled on early—I liked Vanessa’s character/presence. I like what she added to SB, although I wish we had better endings and perhaps more things to find that fleshed her out. She’s one of the few people Mike meets that he thinks Freddy Fazbear will approve of and even respect. That doesn’t happen often. I did not want her to be ‘the bitch’ and I did not want her to be a villain for evil’s sake either. I want her to be as complex as Max was when he first entered Last Shift. I mentioned before I’m mashing two or three endings of SB together for Lies Within. I still am, and she is included in the ending. I also did not want romance, either, between her and Mike. She needs help, yes, but help comes in a lot of different ways and I do not like ‘we spent 6 hours together and decided it was love.’ That’s not a message I think is realistic and I don’t want to focus on it, especially not when we have Mike’s previous relationships right behind him pretty constantly. *glances at a certain overprotective Puppet*

There’s a very jarring scene I’m trying to reconcile with. I want it to happen, it CAN work into the storyline, it DOES makes sense. But it hurts.  A lot. It depends on far I want to go when I reference Devil’s Spine. If it does end up happening, I promise I’ll do it justice.

Plenty of things aren’t making the final cut to Lies Within. I unfortunately had this brilliant idea for an opening plotline that came to me around chapter 5. 8T There’s no way to salvage the concept either, because it would have hit better as the opening ‘act’ for Lies Within. I had this idea that Marion erased Mike’s memories to protect them from Glitchtrap’s clutches and he sent them to the Pizza Plex to work while he and the gang tried to recover lost ground. Goldy had gotten so damaged during an unseen fight with Glitchtrap too, so Mike was powerless. Max had his memory, and was there to keep an eye on their reckless night guard. Sunny and Moon were also in on the trick, and they had taken a liking to Mike too.

Another thing was Springtrap was going to be in this fic. I decided that didn’t really match the whole “Spring/Afton are dead and gone” point I made in Last Shift. (After all, we were told he was gone in FF, and Afton got back into Springtrap. Why would now be any different? Nah. I don’t wanna contradict my writing if I can avoid it.) Even if the characters are assuming differently, which is part of the fun of a mystery. What’s real and what’s not? Especially when we know things the characters don’t ;)

AFN 2 is nearly ready for its release. Lies Within is getting dark fast, and back when I was writing Ghost Strings I came up with the idea to explore the world using those episodic adventures. I’m solving the whole ‘I miss Springtrap’ thing by giving him his missing scenes that never made into FF. (I like the time jump I did, but it def left me hanging in some parts.)

One of the main themes for Mari’s plotline was and still is: “Just because someone is different doesn’t make them bad” but he’s also getting some more development in answering for his own past transgressions, such as how hard he’s been on Michael Afton.

I’m still working on the details for Max’s ending in this series. I think I have a good idea, and while it will be a happy one, it will also be melancholy one too. I don’t like using Loss for unneeded drama, if I make a character suffer I want them to learn from it, teach another character, or work to get what they lost back. Sometimes they have to earn it; sometimes we do get what we want even when we think we won’t. and sometimes, like perhaps in this zombie’s case, he’s learned enough and just deserves Something Nice for once.

22. How organized are you with your writing? Describe to me your organization method, if it exists. What tools do you use? Notebooks? Binders? Apps? The Cloud?

I started this process with London Bridge and kept it going until Lies Within. (As well as every other fic around that time in various fandoms, with a few exceptions. For example, my TF fic Resonance is written entirely in ONE document bc I wrote it in two weeks.)

I have a single word doc called ‘fic title NOTES.’ And in that doc is everything from the title ideas, there’s usually 5-6 of them until I pick one I like. There’s the summary, as well as all the necessary quotes.

Then I make a rough estimate of chapter titles. This is usually wrong, but I try. LB had 8 chapters and I actually kept the fic in that first guess. LS was supposed to be 12 and ended up being 24.

Then I name chapter titles that I think sound cool or interesting.

Then I just start writing in a new document. I don’t really plan. I go back and rewrite into the Notes Doc what happened after the chapter is finished and ready to be posted. Sometimes if I go ‘okay next chapter I need this scene to happen’ I will do that. But mostly I write down conflict to resolution across the chapter list. For ex:

LS chapter X: Freddy and the gang shut down by Henry/Marion. Resolves in chapter X because of: and a short note why/how so I don’t forget something.

Sometimes shit resolves in that same chapter, such as Max almost biting it in chapter 10 of LW. Sometimes it don’t, and sometimes, like in Finding Freddy, the conflict sets up for the following story, (Springtrap being Possessed again and escaping) so I make note of that.

I do work backwards. I don’t know why. I just write for fun but when working with a mystery/thriller, I recognize I need some level of organization to get my ducks in a row in time for curtain close.

 25. What is a weird, hyper-specific detail you know about one of your characters that is completely irrelevant to the story?

Mike Schmidt is half Mexican. Mostly because I am too, so he’s got my skin tone (well the one I get in the summer.) Representation matters, kids. He also has the running joke as me, his wife and my girlfriend are pasty white and they learned Spanish better than he/I did lmao. Entirely immaterial but a fun detail!

A second, maybe not as useless to know but kind of: When Mike is bonded with Golden Freddy, he cannot swim. A computer’s response is to short circuit and turn off, so that’s what poor Fredbear does, and Mike sinks like a stone lmao. Obviously he avoids pools/lakes but he can still shower fine. Baths make him secondhand nervous though.

 29. Where do you draw your inspiration? What do you do when the inspiration well runs dry?

Music, and reading mostly. I can also keep my writing juju-bees going by drawing or illustration a scene I’m having trouble describing. It’s mostly why there’s so much art for Make Believe and the KGA! When the well runs dry, I usually just need to take a break and I switch to doodles or read a new book. Horror is preferred. Lately my favorite author is Riley Sager, The Last Time I Lied is def a recommend.

#knight guard au #answered #kga #writing

[vonnibel]

It's 4am and I can't sleep and I just wanna ramble. It's personal stuff so I'll put it under the cut.

I'm thinking about family and two of my old childhood homes that were both destroyed by typhoons.

The one in the province, where I spent the most time in growing up, was wrecked when I was around 14 at the time. It was already kinda breaking down before then since 8t was an old house but still, I had a lot of memories, good and bad, in that house. It could have been fixed in some places, do a ship of Theseus even. But it all went down in just one night.

The weeks or maybe months after the typhoon passed were trying times. During the time of the reconstruction, me and my family lived in the kamalig (in English, it's basically the storehouse) up until I left for college. With not enough space, the kitchen/dining was where I slept alongside my grandma during high school. By the time the house's construction was done, I was already in college.

The one in the city was hit by the typhoon only two years ago, in December of 2021. It was my late grandfather's house. He died while I was in my 2nd year of college. A lot of other things happened in that house too, made a lot of discoveries about myself there hah. The typhoon blew a portion of the roof off and flooded the first floor.

We stayed at a couple of hotels during and after the typhoon passed, a lot of money was spent. We finally managed to find an apartment that would actually let us rent after two months. It was hard for awhile.

It took a toll on my grandma, she'd been battling cancer for a while too. I don't know if it worsened her condition or not, but she died a few months after that. I'm still grieving. I have a lot of mixed feelings about my grandma but ultimately I love her. And I still have a lot of regrets, especially in the last moments with her.

I went to both of my childhood homes these past two weeks, and none of the structure retains much of anything from before, just our things. And neither would have been lived with either of my grandparents since they're both gone now.

My parents are the only ones who live in the house in the province and once my aunt, my siblings, and I move back when the house is done being renovated in a few months, it'll be 2 less people. Both houses are now emptier. I don't know how to feel. The places that held a lot of memories are gone, but maybe we could make new ones? It feels bittersweet I think.

#personal #this one's kinda sad so look away if you're not into that

[xarakaas]

   Verdant ground now tainted by leaking crimson, a handful of scattered corpses eviscerated and tossed aside, decorating this once beautiful field turned battleground. Monsters, beasts, inhuman creatures all. Mangled forms of defeated abominations littered around with one monster left standing in this massacres center. The ‘prey’ having defeated the hunters.

   A heaving, bloodied, feral tiefling of pale blue skin. A mindless fury blatant in his eyes, clawed fingers and fanged teeth still bared and ready to strike against any remaining enemy. An embodiment of all the damning tales told about this rage driven man, this demon of storms, standing as a blood soaked pillar amidst carnage.

#;open #iunno my will to write has been strained as of late ngl >> with one of my longest writing partners finally escaping this hellsite and #stopping rping im just kinda like #demotivated for the time? i guess? #BUT I STILL WANNA TRY!! >8T #[Party: Kamos]

[juwon-ah-moved]

rambling ahead sorry

ok thinking abt it now that im calmer... i get the reasoning behind telling me i need to just try. but not when im in the middle of an anxiety attack. like yes sometimes the best way to beat abxiety is to do the damn thing, but that's simply not an option when you have trouble breathing or feel a huge weight on your chest or whatever. i don't think forcing myself to be even more miserable is gonna help. especially cause like we aren't talking about hanging out with friends, which is like... not a commitment, you can tell your friends you need time alone, you can say you wanna go home, you can ask them to reassure you, you can do something together that doesn't make you as anxious, whatever. this was an online course, i don't have any say it it, and i am in front of my laptop looking at ppl im not close with, oberthinking everything, trying to pay attention, to focus on the task or whatever instead of all the little things that set off my anxiety. idk. it's just... and like, the whole reason why i got so anxious is that i have work p much right after, and i told them i was anxious abt it last week already, cause im not good at doing multiple things so close to each other. and we tried finding a solution, which is good, but then it still didn't work bc half an hour before the course my anxiety started being rly hard to deal w. so like... i tried, i promise, and i feel so bad that i couldn't do it, please don't insist that i try, bc i've been there on previous weeks, you know if the anxiety is bearable i will fight through 8t and be there. if i tell you i can't, you can obviously try and reason with me, cause ill admit sometimes i think i can't but i could actually push myself a little more ant do it. but if i keep telling you i can't and it's too much... you know, maybe it just is. or maybe i could've done it, who the fuck knows, but i really really felt bad. idk i just hate when ppl think they know my anxiety better than me. you're not even my therapist so. plus, it never helps my anxiety when i know the ppl im gonna have to interact with might misgender me (which is why i also hate work) and i know it will just make me feel infinitely worse if it happens and i already feel worse talking yo this cis person and not being able to explain this to them bc i know they won't get 8t if not get defensive

#as u can see. i think a lot. and my brain never shuts up. and i (screams) #personal

[yandere--stuck]

VRISKA FANS COME GET YALL JUICE

You screeched at the top of your lungs, wriggling in the binds that held you just out of reach of the monstrous spider lusus. The ropes scraped against you and held you painfully, but the fear more than blocked out the sensation. You were going to die here, at the hands of a madwoman who believed herself to be in love with you.

Below you, standing casually on the platform that outlooked the pit where her lusus resided, Vriska absentmindedly checked her nails - while her other hand held the rope connected to the pulley system that held you aloft.

Vriska gave a cheshire smile, looking back up at you. She gave the rope a harsh tug, jostling you and erupting another scream from your worn throat. The sound made her chuckle.

"C'moooooooon, Flutter8ye!" The cerulean teased. "I hear screaming, 8ut not apologies!"

Your mind was far too dizzy with terror to register the troll's words, the entire world around you spinning. The only thing that you could focus on was the giant spider below you, dangerously close, staring at you hungrily. It was only now that you realized you had been crying - eyes and cheeks stinging and sticky with tears.

How did you even get up here? All you could remember was Vriska trying to make moves on you, rather forcefully. She advanced, telling you that she was red for you - but you backed up, saying you didn't feel the same, and had quickly tried to make an escape… Only to wind up here, on the precipice of death with the reaper staring up at you with all of it's eight eyes.

"Please!" You sobbed. "Don't kill me! I don't wanna die!"

Vriska rolled her eye, though couldn't help a smile at your pleading. "Soooooooo overdram8tic…"

"Please, please! I-" You felt your throat close up. You began choking on your own tears and spit, coughing and hacking as you thrashed around.

Vriska cooed at such a pitiful display. "You're so path8tic sometimes, it's adora8le!... 8ut, I won't 8e sw8yed that easily. You know what I want, Flutter8ye!" The cerulean suddenly glared, lips curling into a anarl and giving the rope another rough tug. "Apologize!!!!!!!!"

Screams echoed through the cavern as you swung above the stark, blinding white monster. 

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" You screeched desperately. "I'm so, so sorry! Please don't let me die!"

"Sorry for what?~" Vriska sang, relishing in your pleading.

Your mind raced with the possibilities of what in God's name she could possibly be asking for an apology for - what had you done to deserve this?! What had you done to deserve HER?! Your thoughts tumbled clumsily as you swung in mid-air, eyes never looking away from eight-eyed doom below you.

Vriska let her grip on the rope slack somewhat - sending you falling downard only to be abruptly caught once more. More sobs erupted from your throat as you tried to process the terror you had just felt.

"S8RRY FOR WH8T?!" The spider-troll screamed.

"I'm sorry that I- I had said no!" You sobbed openly. "I'm sorry, I love you, I love you, please don't kill me, please don't let me die! I'll do anything, please, please! Please, Vriska! I-"

"Okay, okay, I think you've had enough," Vriska waved you off, her demeanor suddenly much calmer, a smile on her face once again.

Your ears rang, blood pounding within them. Had you heard her right? You weren't going to die? This wasn't just a long, drawn out torture session, ultimately ending with your death?

"Okay, l8t me just…" The cerulean lifted her free hand to her head, eyes screwed up in concentration. She lifted her arm outward slowly, before jerking it forcefully to the side.

…

Nothing happened.

Panic flowed through your veins, dread sinking into your stomach. Did something go wrong? Was she just fucking with you?!

Then, suddenly, red and blue lights surrounded you and the ripes the bound you. Entranced, you watched as the ropes suddenly unwound, leaving you untied and simply held up in the air by… seemingly nothing. Your body was moved out of its own accord, floating through the air slowly, inching out of the reach of Vriska's spider lusus and closer to the platform where the troll herself stood.

You were placed carefully on the platform on your knees, directly in front of the cerulean, who stared down at you with a pleased expression. The mixture of relief and shock at your still being alive kept you still, your mind trying to catch up with your body. You didn't even flinch when Vriska bent down to pat your head.

"There, now was that so hard?" Vriska grinned. "Did my Flutter8ye learn their lesson?"

You nodded dumbly, and Vriska beamed in return.

"There we go! And, uh, sorry it took a 8it to get you down, Sollux was 8eing... Uncooperative. I think Megido's trying to teach him to evade my powers 8etter, the little snitch."

You quirked your head. A dull feeling of dread sinking into you. "What do you mean?"

"Oh, well, I c8n't really, like, pick people up or move things? Not like rusties can, 8t least." She explained. "I had to control Sollux so I could use HIS psionics to get you down, just like I did when I first got you up there!"

You blinked. "... So, if he broke free from your influence… I could have died."

Vriska shrugged, smiling softly. "I wouldn't have l8t that happen, Flutter8ye! You ARE my m8sprit, after all."

Vriska chuckled lowly, and your stomach sunk… You were trapped in her hive. You were her matesprit now, in her eyes. You had confessed your love, after all, even if it was through desperation. And if you tried to flee, you'd be tortured again, or possibly killed…

"Now, come on!" Vriska reached down to tug on your hand, pulling you up to your feet. "We have a LOT of lost time to catch up on :::;)"

#yandere x reader #homestuck x reader #hs x reader #vriska x reader #vriska serket x reader #homestuck #hs #hs vriska #vriska serket #vriska #vriska homestuck #vriska hs #homestuck vriska #home stuck #beta trolls #homestuck trolls #trolls #yandere

[notfergusmom]

a big rant of a whiny teen full of grammar mistakes and improper or no punctuation whatsoever so please move on

im finally fucking learning that bottling up my emotions is bad at 17 and after a long talk with a my friend where i broke dowm crying for hours, every little thing makes me mad or sad i end up thinking about for days and crying about on more than one occasion-WHICH FUCKING SUCKS. but dont get me even started on showing rhose emosions infront of my mom, in defence of my mom i was a pretty happy kid for most of my life so to suddenly have not be that is getting her frustrated. she keeps trying to find out what is going with me and i tried explaining it to her once but it still frustrates her and still try to know whats making me that way and trying ro asses if thats worth being mad about or crying about or not. i fucking know its not worth crying ovef that shit and i sont want to hear it from her so i dont tell her. its like those tantrums and confusing feeling/literaly fucking every thing that u r supposed to have at 13 or 14 and u r supposed to let it bubble out of u or feel frustrated or complain or literaly anything man. but nope. i did complqin about stuff, but they werent my own problems, or got angry about some things but i usually just kept it inside. i remember having this normal converaation with mom that quickly escalated to an argument and she started shouting. i remeber feeling so. fucking. livid. i remeber seeing red and i know i was on the right to this day. but i never shouted at her or raised my voice i just clenched my teeth and my hands and said a few thing in a way that i felt i was gonna compust in any moment. and that was that. i never actually did anything to let out that anger i just sat fuming for a second and then distracted my self. distraction was a big part of my teen years bevause i made 8t so. and im trying not to distract myself whenever i feel anything but that just makes whatever im feeling 10 times more there and that in itseld is so fucking frustrating i hate it so much cause i dont want to cry about mom buying me a shirt that i did not like for days and i dont want to be angry, which usually of course end up in me cry8ng because i dont usually have dry anger, bevause my brother got the leftovers but i planed on taking them or my friend forgot avout our plans and ended up having another plan all together. they are so fucking pointless and stuff not worth crying on and that frustration and a bit of guilt, because i have no right to be mad at those people who never actually intened to hurt me in any way, makes me cry harder or the feeling itself doubles even more. and i dont have enough times to process anything or work through my feelings bevause my mom saw that im upset and wanted to check on me every half an hour or so and if she actually did see me crying she would want to sit down with and wabt ro know why am i even crying and there goes the fucking circle taht i ah e created in a couple of months.

what i hate even more is when my mom tries to cheer me up by saying yes to something she previously said no about because i feel like im manipulating her and its fine i dont even want the item anymore anf it sucks ass. i dont wanna start going theough my teen "phase" right when i have a year to become an adult

#im not gonna check shit man #especially since im probably gonna tear up #again #reading it #and i know none of this is moms fault #but shes the person i spend the most time with #so im bound to feel more frustrated with her than anyone else #but ultimately im great how are you

[starryskylullaby]

some uhhhh.....thoughts about asra & his route.

alright, listen....i wanna love asra i rly do i rly rly do but wow this route so far is making me just ' >8T ' over and over i'm grinding my teeth over some of this and it's driving me nuts. like, julian's route has absolutely ruined me for this, i'll be real here, but also....even if i hadn't played him first, i think this would aggravate me??

please god don’t click this cut if you’re not ready for some salt and side-eyeing and a LOT of speculation.

soooo....asra keeps withholding information and saying he doesn't think MC is ready and then literally confesses to wiping MC’s memory?? esther is sweet, but she's not the most trusting. ( i’m using her for a lot of this just because honestly she’s my POV for headcanons with this game ) she wants to trust asra, but this is all putting her on edge. she DOES have feelings for him, i won't lie about that; like starting out i think she does have feelings for him in any of the routes and she wants to know him better--but then me personally? lines like 'oh you always get into trouble but i always come to help you' when asra knows she has no memories of things like this and has that power over her....that's putting me off. he knows more about her than she knows about herself and it feels...icky...for him to be feeding her information like this. he’s placed himself in the role of her teacher/master so that gives him authority over her--you’re supposed to trust teachers, feel safe with them, and so esther would have no reason to think ‘oh he’s not being straightforward with me about things’ and that just really skeeves me out. i appreciate that asra loves her, and that he's been trying to take care of her and keep her safe, but this is the other side of that: when someone is trying so hard to keep you safe that it turns into just coddling and worse, grooming.

and then there's the fact that he's been withholding and even DELETING this information from her--he's literally told her he erased her memories of struggling to remember things, and like...dude what? then he says 'well maybe i needed help to make it work' like uhhhh....so then in all of that time if you really wanted her to remember, why not talk to her? why not try and explain that this could be painful and hard but the situation is what it is and she could help him make it right--why wait until she's literally got you in a corner over it?

julian and esther were on equal footing. they were both confused, both missing memories, both struggling with things they didn't know and wanted to understand, about themselves and each other and this situation they found themselves in. they came together to help one another, and they grew together, and fell in love together. they fell in love without those memories, without the past to help or hinder them. they were blank slates and they still chose each other and realized they loved one another--and when they found out the truth about their past they still chose to grow from it. it was all equal, it was all mutual and earnest and open. they talked about their feelings. they help one another become better, stronger, and they evolve together. it's not one fixing the other or one becoming better than the other.

but with asra...he's keeping you in the dark literally to suit him? like that's how this comes off, 'don't remember so i can keep you ignorant and safe with me, because that's obviously what's best for you' he holds the power. it's a huge imbalance and he keeps. feeding. into it. 'if you remember too much it could damage you beyond repair' 'i did it because i didn't want you to be in pain' 'i'm always there to save you' he's making it so you rely on him and i'm....repulsed and fascinated by it. like that's some heavy manipulation stuff, and playing a character like esther is making me really have to confront like 'maybe i personally see through some of this but would she...?' and i don't wanna just let her fall into that, but if she'd never gotten involved with julian then she'd still be pursuing the feelings she had for asra, and she might really believe all of this and trust him about it :/ like.....even more so when she finds out in this route that asra is the one who brought her back to life, that’s.... > falls in love with girl > girl dies > brings girl back to life > for whatever reason, keeps past from girl until cornered into answering there are a LOT of gaps to fill in there, but like... the fact that asra brings her back to life and then won’t tell her anything and is really pumping the breaks on her remembering things makes me incredibly uncomfortable with him as a love interest. and like...imo that reads like ‘asra fell in love with esther/MC, they didn’t love him back, they died, and he brought them back to life and then coddled them and hid their memories of their past from them in the hopes that things might turn out differently this time’ which is really a pretty classic/common romance trope....if asra was the antagonist. and this is me just spitballing but if you don’t want someone to remember things, people, then there’s...usually a reason for it. so in this instance, especially given the events during the plague and his anger at julian for your death, it kiiiiinda feels like it’s leaning towards ‘MC was in love with julian instead of asra and asra didn’t want MC to remember that’. take that as you like.

and like, beyond all of this, i still do like asra as a character! like, objectively he’s fascinating. fun fact about me: i’m coming to this fandom from the star wars fandom, and like...legit, first thoughts i had about asra when i started his route: ‘holy shit he’s just the arcana version of anakin skywalker’ and like, imo, that’s not a BAD thing--i loved anakin and i do like asra, as much shit as i give him. plus, the chance to use some anidala parallels is always fun--but is that a healthy relationship model...? no. so i’m hoping you can confront some of this further into asra’s route and maybe get some answers and some real talk in with him about all of it, but right now i’m just like wow this is. not what i was expecting given how much the fandom seems to adore asra. ( then again i’m fresh from fandoms where people either love or hate this kind of character so my reaction might be more surprised than it ought to be. )

#headcanons #some thoughts #i'm so scared to tag this L O L

[softwareworldblogs]

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Belgium

Canada

Czech Republic

Denmark

Finland

France

Germany

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United Kingdom

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Anyway, gamer fellows, and dudettes, what are you going to require if you need to play Gears of War on your OnePlus 8T or your Note 20 Ultra?

First up, an Android tablet or telephone, running Android 6.0 Marshmallow or later, furnished with Bluetooth 4.0 or better. At that point, you’ll require a viable regulator which can interface with your telephone over Bluetooth or USB.

For regulators, there are not many choices available for you. A portion of those reported at the dispatch of xCloud, one of the ones I’m actually intrigued by, is Razers Kishi which I will try out not long from now. Another alternative is the PowerA MOGA XP5-X. Also, obviously, you can generally utilize your Bluetooth-empowered Xbox One regulator, aside from the more established renditions with the lustrous plastic close to the RB and LB catches.

Have no regulator? Don’t wanna convey one in your sack? Have no dread. Microsoft is working on adjusting a few games to use on-screen contact controls, as you can see here in the Minecraft Dungeons demo.

Competitors of Xbox Game Pass for Android

Xbox Game Pass cloud streaming’s greatest rival on Android is Stadia. Although Stadia accompanies a complementary plan, so you don’t need to pay month to month for streaming, you should purchase each game you’d prefer to play. Stadia games aren’t only accessible to you like they are on Xbox Game Pass streaming. In any event, when you buy into Stadia’s $10/month choice, you’ll, in any case, need to pay independently for the games you need to play. It has a couple of fascinating highlights — like State Share — that Game Pass doesn’t have. However, Game Pass more than compensates for that with its library of games.

While not upheld on cell phones yet, PlayStation Now is additionally a contender on the PC front. It has a library of more than 800 games, which can all be spilled to PC. All things considered, its library will, in general, be included more established titles, as new games by and large, don’t deliver into the assistance.

Wi-Fi Suggestions for the Microsoft Game Pass Ultimate

This is the season for organizations pushing 5G as Apple did at its new dispatch occasion. It doesn’t uphold xCloud gaming coincidentally. However, on the off chance that you don’t have a 5g or 10 megabits each second or better association, you can interface with the five gigahertz band of your WiFi switch or the 2.4 if it’s quick enough.

That is the thing that Microsoft suggests for the slowest speed you’ll require for a decent encounter.

Don’t have a clue what your paces are? Hit the Play Store and download Speedtest.net from Ookla and test your speed. It’s the application I use to do the entirety of the speed tests when I survey gadgets here on the channel.

Furthermore, that is everything you’ll have to begin gaming.

Should You Buy Xbox Game Pass?

This is the season for organizations pushing 5G as Apple did at its new dispatch occasion.

You should purchase this if …Willing to play first-party Xbox special features the day they dischargeYou have an Android telephone running 6.0 or laterYou have an Xbox or PC and need to download your games

No, you shouldn’t accept this if…You need to stand by until it’s out of betaYou’re just getting it for cloud streaming

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Source: XBOX GAME PASS FOR ANDROID REVIEW

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[yoon-kooks]

Troublemaker- Part 4

Pairing: Namjoon x Reader

Summary: You made a bet with your friend that you could make the class president fall for a troublemaker like yourself.

Genre: Fluff

Part: 1 // 2 // 3 // 4 // 5 [END]

“So how would you find the acceleration at t=10 if v=5t²-8t+26?”

“You change the t² to t and multiply the 5 by 2 and take away that other t and 26 becomes zero.”

“And then?”

“The equation would be a=10t-8. Solved it! Yay I’m doneeee~~~!” You threw your hands up in the air, half in celebration and half in surrender. Namjoon had been tutoring you after school for the past five days, and as much as you kinda enjoyed being around the boy, cramming a whole year’s worth of calculus into such a short amount of time was quite taxing on yourself. But with only one day left before the final exam, you had to keep pushing.

It was only when Namjoon wasn’t celebrating with you that you realized you had made some kind of a mathematical error. “Reread the question please,” he said.

“What’s the acceleration at t=….. oh fuck.” You had forgotten the simple step of plugging a number value into your new equation. But what frustrated you more was the fact that a careless mistake like that on the real exam could be the difference between winning and losing your bet with Yoongi. “The answer’s 92….” you sighed, looking out the window at the moon. You were running out of time.

“Ding-ding! Correct,” he nodded while checking his watch. “The school’s gonna close soon. Should we end here and call it a night? Are you ready to pass that exam?”

You weren’t so quick to give him an answer. Your eyes slowly moved from your piles of calculus notes and practice problems to the boy who had taught you more than any teacher, the boy who had held your hand, the boy who you shared ice cream with, and the boy who promised to say I love you.

You shook your head. No, you weren’t ready.

Namjoon bit his lip and tapped his finger on his desk, trying to come up with a solution that would help you succeed. You only looked at him silently, feeling selfish for taking up so much of his time for your own benefit.

“Do you wanna study at my house? That way, we can keep cramming all night if you need to,” he finally said.

“But don’t you need to study for your own exams?”

“I’m actually taking calculus right now too, so technically I’m studying just as much as you are, Y/N.” He gave you a nice warm smile, as if to reassure you that you weren’t a burden wasting his time.

“Okay.”

-

You were just about to doze off from looking over your notes when a strong toasty aroma awoke your senses. Namjoon placed two mugs of coffee on the low table in the center of his room and sat himself down next to you.

“Thanks,” you blushed, certain that your face was only heating up due to the steam of the coffee. As you blew on your coffee and hesitated to take your first sip, you noticed the boy’s eyes on you. His gaze was warm and gentle. A gaze that would take good care of you.

“If I drink all of this, do you think I’ll focus better?” you yawned. “Or do you think I’ll just get hyper?”

“You’ve never drank coffee before?”

“I never had a need for caffeine,” you rested your head down on the table and closed your eyes. “I’m not the diligent type to study all night for an exam.”

“If that’s the case, what’s motivating you so much now?” he chuckled. Winning the bet. That was your motivation, wasn’t it?

“You.”

“Me? I’m motivating you?”

“Mhm…”

“I’m glad I could be of help to you then.”

“Namjoon.”

“Yeah?”

“Do you think I really have a chance at passing the exam?”

“If I say yes, are you gonna quit studying?”

“Yup, I’m sleepy…”

“To be honest, I have confidence that you’ll at least pass with a C, but if you want a higher grade-” You cut off Namjoon’s words with a sudden embrace. It was a mix of both a hug and you falling asleep on the boy. You waited for him to wake you up with some words of encouragement so you could be a whiny brat before getting back to work, but instead he lifted your body up and very gently laid you down onto his bed.

After curling into a ball to make yourself comfortable, you watched the boy sit back down at his table and open up one of his own textbooks. You thought it was cute how he alternated between skimming the text, jotting down notes, turning the page, and taking a sip of coffee, always in that same order. And it amazed you how calm and relaxed he was despite doing some last-minute studying at 2AM.

And then thought of the bet popped back into your mind. Was it selfish to have feelings for the boy, but also want to use him for a stupid bet with Yoongi? Was it fucked up to not know which was more important to you?

As Namjoon took the final sip of his coffee, he glanced at your full mug and chuckled to himself before turning his head in your direction.

“You’re still awake?”

“I can’t sleep~”

“Didn’t you say you were sleepy?”

“I changed my mind~!”

“It’s possible to change your mind about feeling sleepy?”

“Yeah! Seeing you study makes me wanna study more too…”

“You should get some rest, Y/N. Sleep is just as important as studying, you know.”

“What about you? Shouldn’t you sleep too then?”

“I will, as soon as I look over a few more concepts, okay?”

“Fine! Then I’m not sleeping until you finish studying~” You rolled out of the bed and plopped down right next to Namjoon. With your very first sip of coffee, you latched onto the boy’s arm and smiled. “I’ll keep you company. That’s the least I can do after all the tutoring you did for me~” you blushed.

The boy looked at your arms all cozied up around his. “You’re gonna stay up even if I tell you not to, right?”

You nodded, nuzzling your way to his neck.

“If you really insist, Y/N,” he patted your head.

“Just hurry up so we can sleep~”

“Hey, you’re the one who chose to stay up with me, so you can’t complain.”

“It’s only because I won’t be able to fall asleep unless it’s with you~”

“Can I ask you a question, Y/N?”

“No~”

“Do you like me?”

You froze, knowing very well what the answer to that question was. But you couldn’t just tell him that. Because if you did, you knew it would only make things more complicated. And you’d certainly lose the bet.

“I’ll only answer that question if I pass my exam~”

“I really hope you pass then.”

A/N: the next part may or may not be the finale!

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[shrinkvtec]

Wounds take time to heal

I swear I am too nice. You always leave me with wounds if you wanted me there I would be there. Every time. I'm not worth loving. You hold on to me till you cab play a him8liation game. Please please don't stab me again. I. Just protect g myself... You don't even know me. I can't even wonder why you do th8s to me. Or ever if you sa8d your were Sri g why would you do it again. I don't even want to say anymore. I'm at my mental breaking point and you half way brought me here through the lies. Don't you know I already love you enough to get stabbed and let you try to help. You always hold on t9 me till some tho g better comes. You have done it Every time. You knew this was going to happen. Why do Every time you hurt me while you leave me and I did nothing wrong. You even said it.. there was no proof... Why can't you express in actions that you love me

Cone to Florida

-steal phone and tell me fuck you when I find out you took it

Come to visit

-sent 2 letters in 6 months sa8d you m8ssedd me but dated 2 people while 8bwas in there I did nothing wrong? Tasha and Mike

Coming to Florida from Ohio.

You made up a whole story about coming to see me ignored me for the n8ght made it seem like it was my fault while you googled road signs to prove you were coming and lied

-- note you never confessed these things before I found out.

You lied today about a picture you say you have proof cause you desperate to not be caught making it someone else's fault cause your not grown enough to be real

This has all been in a month

What did I do to deserve any of this and you think it's ok to tell someone you.love them hurt them like this then walk away.

You talk shit about me to Every one.

Truth will set you free

You just have to be mean about it i never put you down

You said I'm mean. I never call.you names I ask why you don't come through on your promises and my life will change.

I wouldn't ever do this to you you called me up last night crying to talk to.you when you said that you lied to me. I did. Wear black when you see me. I hope this is what you wanted. I have feelings too. I never stabbed you before you stabbed me..

I'll do the unbreakable thing save me before it's too late. Love doesn't g8ve up ..i never gave up on you... I said I did.. like you said all the things you were going to do that you never meant... my words are like your actions they don't really mean bad. . You actions don't ever meet your words sorry for ask I g my love one why they lie to me soo much everyday this week... You want to drain someone mentally till they are dead is that what's 8ts gonna take to make you want to stop hustling feelings. .. I have nothing to live f9r I planned with you and you lied again.... Why can't I be loved nobody had a problem. Hurting me now they have a problem helping and understanding the damage.. You hurt because you hurt me.. You feel guilt... soo selfishly you walk away cause you keep doing it. You like it... must you gonna like emotionally taking someone's life away . . . Yea maybe I should be humble but for what... You never proove on the day you supposed to see me... remember when I came to see you and Ian was with you and he almost fought me.. You got mad cause you.got caught and tried to take it out on me. Your c9nfused and need to make a choice clearly it's easy to hurt me but 8ts not easy to stay strait with me. It's not easy to hear my cries you asked me to never give up on you ... have I. You broke promise on chr8stmas day after and 23rd you lied 15 put of the past 30 days soo you have been good f9r 15 days to talk b7t y9y spent 3 years admitted 6 months ag9 I have the letter that it was mostly your fault... wanna keep doing 8t and not hear about it. You.g9t caught multiples times why d8d y9y do this multi0le times to begin with. What did I do. These were f9r nothing you had no reason t9 take my phone and lie .. You had no reason to lie about coming back... You had no reason to leave me other then you not com I g through on your promises.. Why why why d9 I get the fuck you when you hurt me and I kept letting.you cause you said you l9ved me and I did bel8eve it or I would t have stayed. I'm here still as always you end up leaving and you yell me when we're together do t let me leave.. I'm trying but your pushing you are not practic8ng what you preach you know I'm in a worse situation and I'm damaged you know I have been hurting.yoy lied to me 3 times this week and broke pr9mises and I can't say anything but y9ur allowed to do tg8s stuff and cry.to me about not be8ng fair...you left me a voice mail soo I called you back it's not fair you can lie t9 me all the t8me for no reas9b and tell me you l9ve me . . It's not fair that I let you back in and you always leav3. . I know you know that I l9ve you ... You d9 put in effort b7t I'm stay g regardless but if 8t was easy it would t be worth it l9ojs like you t9oj the easy way out

[shanellejw-blog]

Growing Up As A Black Girl

  Preschool to third grade were the best years growing up. I loved school, I loved my neighbors, and my friends. Growing up, I honestly didn’t even notice that people were “different” from me, regarding race. We were all just boys and girls who went to school and after, went home to our different mommies and daddies. It wasn’t until I got to fourth grade that things started to change. Fourth grade was just the beginning of me facing challenges to do with myself that I didn’t understand. It started with all my friends who were African American girls started to not like me. They isolated me and never hung out with me again because I was too “different” from them. They told me I wasn’t “black enough” to hang out with them. Overtime, I began to realize what was happening. They compared and contrasted me from themselves. In elementary school, my so called “friends” were regularly in trouble with teachers. They would talk back, get detention, or sometimes get suspended. When it came to grades, those girls were smart, but they would struggle in school. They didn’t get good grades in all subject areas. They were all also of dark skinned completion, while I am of lighter skin complexion. When I was that age, I never got in trouble. I was very smart at a young age and got really good grades in nearly everything. I was a teacher’s pet and I was very shy and quiet. I didn’t act the way the girls of darker skin thought I should, and because I just so happened to have a lighter skin complexion, they categorized me as white.

  In their eyes, I was a black girl who wanted to be a white girl because I “acted” like a white girl. I was closer in skin to a white girl than they were, I never got in trouble, and was praised like the white girls by teachers - all because I was just being an ordinary student. At this time, this is when the “black girl wanna be white girl” or “white black girl” name calling started, which continued up until high school. Naturally, I readjusted and made new friends when I got to middle and high school. I didn’t choose friends off of what race they were; I chose friends who were in my classes and who I appealed to. Out of the girls, most of them were white and some were Hispanic. All my guy friends were either African American or Hispanic. I never thought twice about most of my friends being white because I never saw it as an issue - until I got to 7t h and 8t h grade, that is. I started to notice the difference between my friends and I that were never issues to me before. All my friends had hair that was super long, blonde/brown, and bone straight. My hair was black, thick, and naturally curly. I began to hate my hair and wish that I had hair like my friends. Because of this, I began straightening my hair excessively - multiple times throughout the day, to try to get it as straight as possible for as long as possible. It was too much for my hair to handle and it broke off immensely.

  More things kept changing. I started to hate the summertime season. My friends’ favorite thing to do in the summer was to go tanning at the beach. My skin doesn’t tan in the sense that white people do. I don’t have tan lines to showcase my transition of color, I just roast. I wanted to have skin as close to skin complexion to my friends, (even though that isn’t possible because I am black), so I would always skip out on the beach because I didn’t want to get any darker than I already was. After my friends got done laying out in the sun, they’d put their skin up against mine to see if they had gotten as dark as me. They never did. I would wear sweatpants and hats in the summer to try to protect myself. Whenever I would come home from a long day of hanging out with my friends outside, the first thing I would do is ask my mom if I got any darker than when I had left. She’d either tell me “yes” or “no.” If she said no, I wouldn’t believe her, so I would wash my face two times in a row, in hopes I could wash the tan off. I even told my mom multiple times that when I got older, I was going to save up for skin lightening treatments. I never had a boyfriend and boys never showed interest in me when I was younger. Boys always did for my friends. I was convinced it was because they were white and I was black, so to me being black was equivalent to being ugly. Also, my friends would make comments that they didn’t realize was offensive or they thought it was okay to say it and laugh about it because I was their friend. They would say things like: “I’m supposed to be scared of you,” “you’re pretty for a black girl,” or “you aren’t like a normal black person.” I became very insecure. It was very unhealthy.

  I hated being black; I hated it so much that I tried my best to “dismiss” my blackness and become blind to it. I used to say things to mom like, “why couldn’t you have had me with a white guy?” I had stopped watching movies and TV shows with black casts and I would only listen to music with white artists. This was hard to do, as I really loved R&B and rap music. I began to code switch, adapting to how white people talked. I used their jargon. I would spend extra time in the shower scrubbing my body in hopes that it would “lighten me up.” I have one brother and three sisters, but only one sister and I are of a lighter skin complexion. The rest are darker skin. I loved them, but I had convinced myself that my brother and other two sisters were ugly because they had darker skin. I began to think that all black people were ugly. The only African American woman that was pretty to me was my mother. I even remember telling myself that if my mom didn’t have light skin, she’d be ugly too.

   Not only did I think being white would solve my physical problems, but I believe it’d solve my financial problems as well. My friends weren’t rich, but they were well-off. They had money to do whatever they wanted. They were all in dance classes, they would go to basketball summer camps, they all go on vacations every summer and winter break, they always had the newest iPhone whenever it came out, and they always went to super cool activities like concerts such as Kissmash bass. I didn’t have money like that. My mom was raising four kids on her own because my mother and father had divorced, and he wasn’t much help. I remember always having to skip out on fun activities like birthday parties. One year my friend went to Splash Lagoon for her birthday and everyone who went had to pay for their own. I couldn’t go because I couldn’t afford to. This was a tough time for me. It was hard because my friends didn’t know that I was going through this, and even if they did they wouldn’t have understood. My mom was hurting badly because of my insecurities, but she continued to try her best to make me feel my best. Sometimes I think that if my black friends never would’ve stopped being my friends in elementary, maybe I wouldn’t have had to go through what I did.

  Thankfully, I no longer suffer with these insecurities. There are days when I feel down, but I always rise back up. I can’t tell you when exactly I began to realize how awesome it was to be black. I don’t know if it was a certain situation that put things in perspective for me or if it was something that I gradually overcame. I do know that my mother and my personal belief in God had a lot to do with it. I’m sharing this story because I know this is something that a lot of black girls and boys go through. It’s not easy. Everyone go goes through it differently and experiences different situations, but the pain is the same. Black people, brown people, - we all need to know that we are beautiful. We are awesome, creative, intelligent, and mesmerizing. Some of my influences that have helped me and still help me to this very day are Zendaya, Ryan Destiny, Kerry Washington, Tyler Perry, Shonda Rhimes, Tupac, Aaliyah, and Reyna Biddy. I share all of this in hopes that if this is something that you’re struggling with, take the time out and research any one of the names listed above. If this is something that you have already experienced and overcame, I am proud of you. I hope that you share this with someone else who needs it. Not only that, but since attending JCC, I’ve learned things about myself that I didn’t have answers to. I have Simone Sellstrom and David Kadanoff to thank for that after taking their courses. I could go way more in depth about what I’ve learned, how I’ve learned it, and what it’s taught me, but I would be here for typing another twelve pages, so on that note - I am so proud to be African American. I love who I am. I love everything that being black has to offer. Never do I wish that I could be of another race. And never again will I give up my rap and R&B music. Never forget, Black is excellence.        -Shanelle Waller