#my motivation to open my game has tanked

[pancakesim]

not feeling the best rn, hoping yalls day/nights are going well tho

#nonsims #pancake.txt #my motivation to open my game has tanked #sending good vibes to all

[elizabethh1125]

{Take it off} König x (GN) reader~

Hey guys! It’s honestly been way too long. Firstly, I want to apologize for taking such a long hiatus. Many things in my life have changed to be honest.

My age, my interests, my personal life, my job, my health and so my writing style unsurprisingly has also gone through a transformation of itself. Looking back on my old works I honestly cannot say I have read more than about three sentences before I can’t stand to look any more. It’s just so BAD. Not saying that my new shit is much better, but it’s a slow and steady uphill battle. But for some of my more consistent followers you might have also noticed the change of theme on my page. I will no longer just be catering to the community of five nights at Freddy’s. And I apologize to the folks who only stay on my page for that type of content but honestly, if I only made that type of content, I wouldn’t post here anymore. Don’t get me wrong, I still love five nights at Freddy’s and will be writing more content of that eventually (I’m sure if it lol.) but it’s just not my main focus at the moment I’m sure so for now I really want to branch out to some more games/characters that I’m enjoying in the moment so you guys get more variety and so can get some more people on my page who can enjoy my work.

For this first newer post I decided to take it easy since I haven’t really written anything for a while. And I feel like the longer fics that I write are the last motivation I have to finish. So another change will be that my fix will probably be shorter one shots/ two or three parts instead of a whole series. I may also end up doing a lot of headcannons or imagines to help with writer's block.

Cod MW/MW2 has been my current infatuation, so expect a few more posts of that. Buckle up children cause we are going for a ride!

This post is a short little sweet fic about seeing konigs face for the first time. It’s simple and it’s SFW so I hope you guys enjoy it.

Tags: sfw, fluff, complements, just good ol brain rot.

Fic below the cut.

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It’s hard not to notice how hot it is.

The air conditioner on base wasn’t very good anyways, but you never noticed how significant it was until you no longer had any.

As you walked down the hall you could hear some of the newer recruits here at KorTac complaining. And to be honest, you couldn’t blame them. It was difficult to bite your tongue, but as a higher rank you had to pretend everything was alright despite the sweat parading down your neck and body. It was so sweltering even your eyes were dripping.

You brushed away as much as you could with your one free while you made your way towards your colonel’s office. Your captain had asked you to deliver a few documents as per usual, so you weren’t too bothered making the trip.

The colonel himself was an interesting character. And although you weren’t able to see the pleasure of him working out in the field, he was a usual participant in helping to train the troops. And oh boy, what a sight to behold.

Firstly the man is an absolute unit. He’s over a foot taller than you, (ignore that if ur a tall person xD)

He’s built like a tank, and works out with a giant black t-shirt on his head. He was always a sight to behold out on the training course, and most of all was a very kind and experienced leader. you definitely could understand how he earned his title. as quiet as he might pose himself to be, he was a skilled and brutal fighter.

And that’s why you're so intrigued as you strut to room 106. His room. You wonder how he’s faring with the heat, especially with that unusual getup of his. You even wondered if he would have it off. It’s unlikely, but the curiosity of what the colonel might look like under the mask had you that much more excited when you knocked on his door.

You heard a grunt of displeasure from behind the door, followed by a faint “come inside.”

You twisted the knob and pulled the door open revealing a pretty uneventful spectacle.

Colonel König sat behind his desk fiddling with some papers. The soft hum of a nearby fan could be heard in the background, and you noticed he was wearing the full getup- helmet and all.

He looked up to meet your eyes before ushering you further inside with a slight motion of his finger.

you find yourself trying hard not to stare as you hand him the paperwork.

“Captain said to give these to you. More files from the new recruits. He mentioned he would be out for the weekend so He said to let you know to give him a call to his personal cell if you needed anything in particular from him.” You relayed your message from the captain and was officially finished with your service.

A sigh fell from Königs lips before he spoke “Ah yes, I remember him intending to do such. Thank you Liefermädchen, have a hopefully cooler afternoon.” He noted before he looked back down to finish his work and you spun to exit the room.

You took a few steps but before you left you couldn’t contain your burning question… literally

“I’m sorry sir, but I just have to ask…” you squeak out as you flip back around to face him.

Konig looks up again from his work and this time you can tell he is intrigued just by his eyes. He brings his built arms up to his head and gives them a good stretch before crossing it behind his neck and placing one leg over the other.

“Alright, don’t leave me waiting. Shoot.” He’s now staring intensely at you, and you feel yourself begin to feel hyper aware of the sweat now dripping down your face from your hair and even your eyebrows. You’re sure glad you happened to choose to exclude makeup from your morning routine today. No doubt it would have melted off just standing here.

“Aren’t you hot under all of… well, that ?” You question as you wave your hand all over his makeshift sniper getup. “It is almost 40 degrees outside sir. And with no air conditioning to help alleviate things… well I can’t imagine you're quite comfortable.”

“I am aware of the situation we are under,” he remarks. Now uncomfortably shifting around in his seat, “ but I’m doing alright.” He fibs.

Your going to regret saying this later, but before you can stop it, it’s already squeezed itself between your lips,

“Bullshit.”

You try to pretend you didn’t just say that to your Colonel, but the shock is clearly present on your face.

This causes the man to burst out into deep bounds of laughter, causing him to let his legs fall back into place and to unfold his arms to clutch his stomach with joy.

“You are a hilarious and very brave Herzblatt” he bellows as his laughter dies out. “ You have caught me in my fib.” He takes a moment to stand up and shrug his large shoulders under the shirt. “I am quite warm…”

“Then why not take it off? You pose to him.

“People come to my office often. To take it off, means to risk someone seeing my face.” He motions to himself as he speaks and you struggle to understand what he means.

“So? Why would that matter?” You retort.

“I’m not sure I feel quite comfortable with people knowing what I look like. Kindness has not been in my favor when people had the pleasure of looking at me without my mask.” He says, making you finally understand.

“Are you afraid people will target your looks?” You tilt your head as you move slightly closer to where the Colonel stands. How saddening that is to hear. You wonder what Konig has had to endure in the past, and your heart yearns to help him overcome his insecurity.

He looks to the floor, obviously ignoring your question,

You take this as your opportunity to breach the distance between the two of you. And the conversation suddenly feels like a mother confronting her mistreated child.

“You are the colonel of this base.” Without regard to overstepping you place your hand on Königs left shoulder. “ it wouldn’t matter if your face was so hideous it turned people into stone sir. People will respect you regardless, you are a leader here, and a leader doesn’t need to have a pretty face to still be respected. And anyways, your face probably is perfectly handsome anyways. I’ve never met an insecure ugly person.” The last two bits were a little overboard but you made your point regardless.

He smiles under his mask with your words to him. He couldn’t believe you were giving him a chance to feel a little better about himself, plus the idea of finally being able to strip himself of his personal sauna would make his job a little bit easier.

“I don’t suppose you would take it off just for a little while? I’m sure it would help cool you down.” (That was a lie) nothing would cool either of you down without air conditioning in this sweltering heat.

König pauses for a moment, and he contemplates what unveiling himself to you would mean to him. suddenly, it feels much worse that you would be the first to see him. He knows you probably wouldn’t judge, but something about it being you that just made him feel…Flustered.

He wanted to say no, but before he could protest you pushed at him again, this time trailing your hand to the bottom of his mask and tugging on it gently.

“Please. Just in front of me? I promise I’ll play nice.”

That last sentence made his head spin. Were you flirting with him?

No.. you can’t be? Can you?

His heart began to speed up to a pace so quick, he worried you might be able to hear it pounding in his chest.

“Okay.” He affirmed, unclamping his helmet and pulling the hood off to reveal his balaclava.

You felt the anticipation begin to boil inside of you as he brought his hand to his hood and firmly pulled it off of his head, not giving himself any time to process that he was revealing his face to you.

When he finished pulling his head out and tossed his balaclava to the side with the rest of his gear, you can’t help but feel your jaw drop.

He was stunning.

His hair was brown and curly, and falling to his shoulders. His face was chiseled, and covered with rough stubble. He adorned battle scars like medals and his lips looked so supple and soft.

You couldn’t imagine why he felt the need to coward himself away under a mask for so long. He was beautiful.

Your silence must have begun to worry him, as you noticed he had broken eye contact and was looking towards his balaclava.

You quickly realized that and gained his attention with a tap to his shoulder. You both had forgotten you were still sitting your hand there.

“So how do I look?” He questioned nervously. And your words couldn’t have been more perfect to him.

“I think the temperature of the room just shot up a million more degrees.”

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An:

For all my visual learners here is my favorite depiction of what I believe Konig looks like under his mask. Of course all credits to the artist! (NOT MY ART) Please go to their post and like it. Also I’m not posting the actual picture to my post to respect the artist’s wishes of no reposts. Just go to the link stinkies and I will see what I mean okay-byeIloveyou!

https://www.tumblr.com/gildedskully/703578007597678592/face-reveal-i-just-think-hes-neat-rbs

(Please read)

Should I do a part 2 where things get a little… spicy?

I very well might. The temptation is greatly building in me.

Anyways for now that is all. I hope you're enjoying my newer writing style and are not disappointed in my branch out to other fandoms. As always I very much appreciate any support I get. It makes my day when I see people comment or like my posts. It’s unfathomable to me that people actually read my shit writing- 💀

Oh and, Btw if you have requested any fics from me I will get into writing those hopefully soon. I know my hiatus looked quite gloomy and long, but I’m back for now. Me taking long breaks is honestly just how I am as a person. I always come back though. Life gets busy, and I’m an adult so other adults understand the struggles of juggling jobs, life and hobbies. Even if I am gone my fics are still here for you to enjoy. Rather If that’s ten days from now or ten years, I hope you’ll enjoy them just the same.

Thank you.

-Elizabeth

#cod mw2 #cod mwii #könig mw2 #konig cod #konig x you #konig call of duty #konig x reader #konig mw2 #könig fanfiction #könig call of duty #könig x reader #könig x you #gender nuetral reader #call of duty #cod fanfic #cod modern warfare #cod mw x reader #cod mwf2

[tobiasdrake]

That questioning provided little in the way of concrete answers but gave us something to work with. Let's fire up my favorite Forte and get another angle on this killing.

We're back at the scene of discovery. Victim's been dead for eight hours. First thing to check out is, of course, the victim's body. That's the biggest thing we couldn't see from the present.

Do his hands look waterlogged? They look waterlogged to me.

Which backs up the idea that the room was half-filled with water when he drowned.

Still not that much water, though. So how he drowned in it remains a mystery.

We still haven't proven relevancy to our case. It's possible this is something that was done to this door at some other point in time.

But we should consider the possibility that the door had to be sealed up, to retain the floodwater. Interior rooms are not, by nature, designed to seamlessly transform into makeshift swimming pools.

It'd be easy to conclude that these are signs of a struggle. But I'm gonna say that these are signs of a flood. Pretty sure most of this stuff floats, so it wouldn't remain stationary if the room was half submerged.

If you look behind the cart, you can even see the flood line is a bit above the cart. Enough that the supplies might bob away.

What we expected to find. Smashed tanks, flooded floor, dead fish. Nothing unusual about those elements we've thoroughly gone over already.

Which could potentially make this our avenue of escape, if the killer was on the scene when it happened.

It also hinders the flood theory. Why wouldn't the victim simply open the door and let the water out? Then again, that may have been the trap.

If the servant was here in the room at the time of the murder then the Servant becomes the only reasonable suspect. Jeryn and Tetra have alibis.

Opening the door probably is how the makeshift swimming pool was undone. Of course, the water line is above the tanks, and we don't know how long the water was in here. The fish could have easily left their tanks during that time.

Maybe that's why the tanks were smashed. There was no getting them back into the tanks at that point and the killer needed a way to explain why they were out.

With weird elements like this, sometimes it pays to not ask "Why would the killer want to do that?" but rather "Why did the killer have to do that?"

If it seems like the killer did something totally weird and unnecessary then that probably means they'd get screwed if they didn't. Nobody lingers at a crime scene without cause.

Like the door tape, we don't know that this is relevant to the crime. But it's certainly weird. I was hoping we'd get something a bit more smoking gun, but no dice.

They're proof of the makeshift swimming pool.

What'd you find, girl? Is it a piece of evidence? It sure looks like a piece of evidence. It looks like a blue hose that might have been in the vent pouring water into the room at the time of the murder. Who's a good girl? You are! Yes, you are!

Y'all, I think the Forever Rain is the murder weapon. Jackpot fist pump!

You're sitting on a DME fortune and your dog's favorite toy is a knot made of blue hose? She should be drowning in squeaky things.

This is more reason why I think Tetra's clear of any suspicion. This hose knot is probably the murder weapon. If Tetra was the one to use it, she wouldn't be volunteering all of this information.

The better question is, where do you get your hoses from? This isn't exactly the sort of thing you expect to see wealthy heiresses playing with.

Holy shit, we're actually bothering with proper evidence handling. Don't want to contaminate the hose knot. Uh. Any more than Sugar's saliva and teeth already have.

Halara is the most detective out of any detective in this game.

With two suspects and nothing clinching the case, no less. The Servant seems the more suspect of the two, due to their lack of alibi and the use of a rubber hose for the murder. But Jeryn isn't clear either, as he has a potential motive and equal access to the tools of the crime.

We know the makeshift pool was the mechanism of Pops's death. But. How. If the door was taped to waterproof the room then it would have had to have happened after he came in, right? If he opened the taped door, it would ruin the seal.

After dinner, Pops must have come in here. The killer would have had to knock him out, then rig the room to begin flooding and leave him to drown in the flooding room. Which is such an unwieldy way to kill someone. What if he regained consciousness?

Ugh, this is not coming together.

I'm stunned that Halara needed to explain this to Yakou and Tetra. This may be the most obvious contradiction in mystery history.

They had to destroy the fish tanks. Though why they smashed this one too, I'm not sure. Maybe they had no choice. If its fish had swam the coop during the flood, they might have felt it was more dangerous to leave it filled but empty than to smash it.

That sounds like a smoking gun to me. He could have rigged the rain gutters to pour into the vent.

We should investigate those rain gutters next. If we can find evidence that they're rigged the way we suspect, we can nail Jeryn on this.

Yakou, you have no idea how much they've found. Don't go pre-judging before Halara's presented their final case.

ACE. DETECTIVE.

He is not blowing smoke. That is a well-earned title. And possibly in more ways than one.

#master detective archives: rain code #drake plays rain code #halara nightmare

[aparticularbandit]

okay, a little over halfway through case 3-2, and like. i really think it's angie, but it's probably kirumi.

i was very messed up when kokichi did that when could the crime have happened because i was already on the clearly it happened when people aren't allowed in the pool and the game told me i was wrong and we had to go through the whole actually, someone killed him during the insect meet and greet debacle before getting back to no it happened when people aren't allowed in the pool (and i got distracted by the debacle and thought it was kaito and had a good idea on the motive and everything, but anyway).

i really think it's angie. because i do not like cult girl who got himiko into her cult and then said hey, let's use piranhas because that will be more exciting! and then immediately when the trial started through himiko under the bus. that is some grade a manipulation to pin the murder on someone else.

and while, yes, there were multiple people who helped with the magic show prep, angie and himiko and kirumi were the last people in the gym. angie and himiko got stolen by gonta and kirumi had her five minutes by herself.

but one of them could have left the window open to just drop ryoma's body into the tank without going into the gym.

and like. kirumi had that five minutes in the gym by herself. she could have opened the window without anyone knowing - especially because she was sewing the curtains and it's a curtain that's hiding the window. (angie said she left kirumi in the gym with the curtains during the meet and greet. that's not in the truth bullets, but i remember that.) kirumi's the one who has been treated horribly throughout this case because everyone's taking advantage of her being the ultimate maid and having her do everything for them.

and kirumi's ftes - a good portion of them are wondering what her master must think, with her sudden disappearance, and feeling like a stray maid (comparative to stray kittens or stray dogs) and i just.

i really think the answer's going to be my new friend kirumi but i would so much rather it be angie.

#musings #bandit liveblogs #bandit liveblogs danganronpa #i VERY STRONGLY dislike angie #and part of it is that she's clearly in a points-related cult #and part of it - most of it - is something else #and i think it's really coming down to how dr is using her to discuss religion #and it makes me super uncomfortable

[readingsofthedamned]

FAITH Characters and Dark Side of the 80s

One of the main themes that is central to FAITH: The Unholy Trinity is highlighting the clash between common rose-tinted recollections of the time period that are nostalgic and almost positive to look back on, while simultaneously opening a window into the realities of what that era as actually like and all the negative ideas that existed at the time.

For example, the game's primary focus is on the Satanic Panic of the 80s. It sprinkles in common themes that we tend to laugh about now in association with the 80s, like deviant teenage behavior, the hippie movement, and rock music being linked to Satanic Practices. Yet the games go a step further and dive deeper, reminding us that, while we see this as silly and senseless now, there was a true horror to these beliefs at the time, and not just the idea of demons. The game is blunt in reminding us what the consequences for anything that went against the "religiously moral" norm was. Deviant behavior (like Amy's teenage rebellion, her mother's mental illness, or John's compromised mental stability) or anything seen as not inherently moral according to the religions that dominated the period could be grounds for involuntary committal to either a religious institution or a psychiatric institution, and it goes on to show us just how both of those establishments could be incredibly cruel with their methods, such as Michael being held in a basement for 12 months, Amy's forced exorcism, and the use of isolation rooms, sensory deprivation tanks, and shock therapies on John that were commonplace in the 80s.

For all intents and purposes, the game is intentionally vague about its storyline, letting the notes and the implications of John's flashbacks carefully ride the line between reality and delusion. This is likely to allow for open interpretation among the player base. Yet, undoubtedly, one of the most terrifying aspects of the game is this: as much as it makes jabs at the 80s, it remains frighteningly accurate in its depictions of how human suffering and conflict was handled. It offers a terrifying glimpse into the lives of some truly tragic characters and goes out of its way to show us how they would fare as the product of the darker side of what most people recant as being a nostalgic period.

This idea is one of the main motivating factors in my characterizations. We've all seen those glamorized, idealized ads of people who were "products of the 80s" - or rather, "products of the 80s that people have idealized through their nostalgia." But FAITH isn't focused on those tropes. It's focused on the idea of its characters being products of all the negative factors associated with the time period. Their lives hold up a mirror to that common belief that the 80s was this wild, better time and reveals the tragic truth and the dark side to all those idealized views. And so, I've funneled that into my characterizations.

Lisa, for example, struggles with self-image issues and an eating disorder as a result of the heavy push of unattainable, toxic beauty standards. Historically speaking, marketing has swung towards shaming men and women for not having the ideal "beach body" type. This was compounded by the fact that Lisa was bullied for years over her appearance to the point where she had a panic attack and developed depression because no one intervened. Instead, the religious institutions she attended as a child only enforced this idea by saying the reason for her body was that she could not resist the sin of gluttony which worsened her self-image.

Amy's family was deeply entwined in the Catholic religious community while her father was a hardcore military man (presumably serving in multiple wars and conflicts.) It's known that her mother was pregnant with her twin brothers at some point but miscarried them. In Catholic communities, miscarriages were seen as a failing on the mother's part, often viewed with the same level of scorn as elective abortions. We know that we suffered some trauma and continued to believe that the boys were alive for six years until her death. In that time, she developed an unspecified mental illness that involved her delusions. Her situation likely caused her to be ostracized from the community, and without her husband to support her, she spiraled. With her fixation on the twins, it's likely that Amy was neglected by her, leading to a lot of resentment and rebellion, which only caused Cindy to become more volatile. When Amy got a job at an abortion clinic, she probably became outright hostile due to it triggering her trauma related to the miscarriage. When her father came home, he was likely a hardened, domineering military type that thought he could use harsh discipline to wrangle his daughter. This controlling environment led to Amy lashing out. And of course, Amy refusing to respect their controlling rules broke one of the Ten Commandments in Catholicism; a violation of the puritanical morals dominating the time period. That led to the call to the priests and the botched exorcism.

These are just two examples of my interpretations of the characters, their tragedies, and their underlying motivations. Eventually, I hope to explore more themes that were very common but are very rarely talked about pertaining to how people were affected by the darker things to come out of the 80s. I have thoughts for each and every character that I write into these stories.

#i hope this was an interesting read #i like giving a bit of insight into how i write things out #lore #characterization #amy martin #lisa pearson #john ward #cindy martin #martin family #michael davies #readings of the damned #meta

[cosmichighpriestess]

To become who we are as a High Priestess it takes daily practice. It takes great dedication, passion, and alchemy daily. There's no such thing as being perfect and you should never strive for perfectionism because it's not interesting and it's not necessary. You have to become dedicated to serving The Divine by loving yourself and becoming best friends with the Universe. These were my best friends for seven years, I was alone even while with other people. Because they were not solid relationships, there was no solid foundation from the beginning so I had no choice but to go within. My outside reality was a nightmare my entire life, so I had no choice but to become my own best friend. I had to place strong boundaries on unhealed people. I loved and still love them to this day. But I will never allow them to cross my boundaries again. I've invested my entire life into becoming a better person for myself, for the world, for the Divine and for my beautiful daughter. This was not an easy journey. When I found out who I was, everything clicked for me on why I needed to break these ancestral generational curses once and for all for my bloodline. Even though all odds were against us, we've broken each one they said we would fail. Our feminity has been tortured, abused, traumatized, we have been imprisoned and blamed for everything that was never our fault. We started from a very disempowered state and now we're empowered and awakened, and we've broken every generational curse we've been told from the ethers.

They have been congratulating me, I am being honored because of my spiritual strength, while my physical reality is still catching up to my new energy. Were decoding the hologame and we're cooking up a new beautiful reality. It's absolutely okay if you don't understand why we're so confident, why we're so unbothered and happy because we're not meant to be understood. We're meant to do things our own way and follow our own bliss. We're meant to dive straight into the deep end of the game while you watch and observe. We're meant to live in peace, in ecstacy and harmony and nothing and no man made society or energy can take away our peace and that is our superpower. Our undeniable love for each and every being connected to us because we know separation is an illusion and you never truly separate from anyone or anything in the Universe. You are the entire room, you are the entire Universe. So our love for everyone is truly real with no judgements attached, because we feel it because our heart chakra is open and cleansed and healed. We do shadow work, and have had many awakenings and the dark night of the soul. We cried ourselves to sleep every night. Our healing was painful but needed. God made our hearts pure again by going within, doing the trauma clearing, taking accountability for the reality we created and forgiving ourselves for not knowing better before.

We understand ourselves from such a deeper level, that we are able to create something from nothing, and no outside validation. Only synchronicity signs that we sent to ourselves to keep us motivated to keep going. We know that trusting our intuition is the best route to go, we also know that not trusting your intuition is not negative either but it's an interesting alternative we can define as neutral. Because neutrality always leans more towards positivity. So if you don't want to be negative just stay neutral and you will automatically raise your vibration and shift to a more positive, parallel reality. We are able to manifest within the confines of any prison any room, any grave they dug for us. We can manifest ourselves breaking free from any room, and stranded area by going within, by only using our minds, our feelings, and our spiritual team behind us. Nothing else is needed, our needs are always taken care of because the Universe wants you to feel taken care of. The Universe has helpers everywhere on Earth, they will refill your gas tank out of nowhere. They will pay for your groceries. They will just pop up and help you with anything you need in that moment. Then, afterwards it is crucial. It is so important, to THANK the Universe, show them with your tears with your smile with your words and show your gratitude each time you receive help. Any feelings of resentment needs to be worked out because they will take it away from you just as fast.

When you are living from a higher vibration, karma is more instant. Just because you are in a higher vibration doesn't mean you are safe from karma. It also happens much more quick, and instantaneous because you simply know better. You know better you know how to treat people you know how to be thankful for things because you healed yourself. You might think you're not good at manifesting but you are you just have to be more patient and you just choose peace first, because you need to learn how to have a good time so much to the point where, you don't care if it shows up because you're happy ,too busy, too unbothered with everything, too in love with you, your interests, the Universe and life. Your connection must be strong with Source in order for them to hear you, you have to tune your thoughts to another heart based frequency and they will hear your needs, your wishes, your wants and they will come to you.

Remember faith is very powerful spiritual tool, think of Faith like a tool in your pocket and every single time you want something or need something you just pull out your Faith in the Universe and trust and Believe it's already here. Sirens are going off as I say this. Rewards are on their way for you when you trust and Believe in God, the Divine. It's ALL that IS. All that IS loves you and has been with you since before you were born. We had to get away from the crowd to become what we are, and nothing and no one can take away our peace. We are both the light and the darkness, each just as powerful aspects to our multidimensionality. Some people are very afraid of us but as long as you've done nothing to hurt us you have nothing to be afraid of. We naturally trigger you and summon your demons out. Our energy and our medicine are not for the weak. But we do it because we want you to be free, at peace and happy. Stop being a slave to your old beliefs and the old story you keep agreeing to, stop agreeing that is your preferred reality. It's an illusion. That's not who you truly are. Let it go and lock the door from behind you. The only thing that is real is love, if it's anything other than love don't accept it as your highest reality. We needed to build a solid foundation for ourselves so that we could allow our Consciousness to expand further and when you decide to do that, you are closer and closer to the Fifth Dimension. It's all about your expansion of consciousness and your perspective.

[just-absolutely-super]

#JustLanHikariThings

a few of my favorite Lan things (gameverse)

General:

The way this kid gave 0 fucks about fighting off evil organizations that could KILL people. Even impulse control Megaman is just like, “Yeah Lan let’s show them who’s boss!”

His response to anyone doing bad things is essentially, “You’re a terrible person and I’m gonna stop you.” And then he stops them!

Literally oversleeping like every day despite Megaman literally yelling at him to wake up (king tbh)

Trespasses practically everywhere because his loved ones were put in harm’s way and anyone who messes with Lan Hikari’s loved ones will catch MEGA’S HANDS

Chaud in almost every BN game: Stay in your lane and let the Officials handle this

Lan: How about I don’t?

MMBN:

Literally decided to take on a crime syndicate without an official NetBattler license because fuck you it’s the right thing to do!

Fought off actual flames coming out of his oven with a squirt gun

Stole his dad’s government ID so he can have access to the water plant in order to confront said crime syndicate

He reformed Higsby just by telling him joining WWW for rare battlechips was dumb

Got freaking electrocuted trying to pull down a lever so Elecman would quit healing himself

After finding out his dead twin was really his Navi all along his first response is to apologize to Megaman for bossing him around for literal years

Mayl essentially tells him she has a crush on him and the poor oblivious boy is just absolutely DUMBFOUNDED

After Wiley told him that Lan’s grandpa beat him in a science contest so now he wants to kill everyone Lan basically called his shitty motive out and said Wiley’s loss wasn’t his family’s fault

MMBN2:

Practically failing a semester (or at most has a C average) except for Virus Busting (THIS KID BECOMES A SCIENTIST WHEN HE GROWS UP)

He wanted to research a different country and get a penpal from said country on the grounds that he wanted to eat their food (KING TBH)

Fought off a swarm of bees with a stick, a newspaper, and a lighter with 0 help from his friends

His first time overseas and he gets mugged....3 times

Keeps saying Mayl is “just a friend” but will have romantic dreams about her

Volunteered to captured a poisonous spider with 0 hesitation because he’s Lan Fucking Hikari

Freestyle rapped in order to get whiskey...yes really

Easily convinced his dad to let him go to a town with lethally high levels of radiation to take down a mafia because fuck you he’s Lan Hikari and this is the right thing to do

Managed to survive 100k radiation

Used the power of brotherly love to operate Megaman with his heart

MMBN3:

STOLE THE KEY TO BREAK INTO HIS SCHOOL (it was to make sure Dex didn’t fail his homework but still the AUDACITY)

Fucking Y E E T S his navi like a fucking POKEBALL at a man

He’s apparently good at calligraphy???

Falls for the, “Hey look over there!” trick

Jumps from a 2nd story window into the ocean in order to reach a hospital’s basement because he’s Lan Fucking Hikari

Caught a condor to return to the zoo

Calls Megaman out for being reckless on obtaining the GigFreeze even though the entire list proves that this gremlin has no room to talk

Gets gunned down by a tank with a built in machine gun and just...side steps it so he can jack into it

FUCKING KICKED A STATUE OF WILY OFF A LEDGE I FUCKING STAN HIM

MMBN4:

Can’t enter an area because it’s not open to the public? TRIES TO HAVE HIS NAVI BLAST IT OPEN!

An employee from said area shows up? HAVE YOUR NAVI KICK HIS ASS THEN TAKE HIS ACCESS CODE

NetBattled a gang because his new punk friend needed help

Gets involved with a mafia….again…

GETS HIMSELF FUCKING KIDNAPPED LAN NEVER GO TO NETOPIA EVER AGAIN

Got goaded into putting his hand in some wall relic thing’s mouth (with a slight risk it’ll be bit off) in order to prove he wasn’t lying about being in a tournament

Had Mega take on a soccer (I’m sorry, “footbomb”) challenge because some rando trash talked them

Swore revenge on an actual military official because he punched Lan in the stomach

CONVINCED AN ACTUAL MILITARY BASE TO LET HIM--AN ACTUAL 12 YEAR OLD--TAKE ON AN ACTUAL MILITARY MISSION

Insulted a master chef by saying his mom’s curry was better

ACCEPTED A CURRY COOKING CHALLENGE EVEN THOUGH HE DOESN’T KNOW HOW TO MAKE CURRY

WON SAID CURRY COMPETITION BY USING LOVE AS A SECRET INGREDIENT

KNOCKED THE FUCKING MAYOR ASIDE WHEN HE GOT IN HIS WAY BECAUSE HE HAD TO STOP AN ECOTERRORISM PLAN AND THAT’S HOW LAN FUCKING HIKARI ROLLS

Had Megaman get some cyber beer and cyber jerky so they could learn how to break rocks...I wish I was making this up

Braved a blizzard and almost froze to death so he could stop some asshole from freezing the entire earth (and this ISN’T PART OF THE GAME’S ACTUAL VILLAIN’S PLOT! THE GUY WAS LITERALLY JUST BEING AN ASSHOLE BECAUSE HE WAS HOT!)

MMBN5:

Literally kept the fact he’s a part of the NetAvengers a secret from his mom and friends until almost the last minute, which wasn’t very hard apparently

Like deliberately disobeyed his mom about being safe because if you think Lan Fucking Hikari isn’t going to find a way to save his own dad you got another thing coming

Was initially refusing to listen to Dusk’s demands to show off his and Mega’s battle capabilities, but agreed after he was called a wimp

Called the actual family dog ugly fdjksfldjs

Took down 100 dummy samurais so he could bypass a castle’s security system

Unfortunately not a whole lot of other moments but that’s because Lan’s chaotic nature is challenged by his equally chaotic teammates:

#JustTeamProtomanThings

Chaud fakes an attack on SciLab so he can see if Lan has what it takes to be part of the NetAvengers (because saving the world 4 times just doesn’t really cut it I guess...)

Tesla literally almost killed 3 children because she was stressed and thought drilling in an abandoned mine would do the trick

Charlie decides to cause problems on purpose just to test Lan’s capabilities and CHAUD WAS IN ON IT

Charlie also took out Nebula’s evil server thing but decided to attack Lan and Mega anyway because he just really wanted a rematch I guess

Fyrefox almost got away with theft because he just REALLY wanted his fireworks business to thrive okay?

Jasmine said fuck your precautions I’m going to the Undernet and there’s nothing anyone can do about it!

She also continues to say fuck authority, and if Lan won’t have the balls to go after Nebula then she and Meddy will!

#JustTeamColonelThings

Baryl--like Chaud--fakes an attack on Scilab to test lan and the entire time Lan is just like WHO ARE YOU?

Dusk also causes problems on purpose for the sake of testing Lan but he’s an assassin so that kinda makes sense for him

Ribitta goes to the Undernet because SHE NEEDS TO MAKE A KILLER NEWS STORY LAN THINK OF HER CAREER LAN

Goes to the Undernet again because dammit Lan if you won’t be a leader and avenge Colonel then SHE WILL

MMBN6:

Was prepared to fight off 5 security bots when they wouldn’t let him into his new school

Was willing to take on those same security bots who were burning the entire school down because this isn’t Lan Fucking Hikari’s first rodeo

Considered that an actual penguin could be a pelican...

Would have jumped into a pool full of jellyfish had impulse control Megaman not stopped him

Almost got fucking TAZED because he was yelling and touching a tree (IT MAKES SENSE IN CONTEXT....KINDA)

Sleeps in class when there are security cameras watching him (THIS KID BECOMES A SCIENTIST WHEN HE GROWS UP)

Tried to pull a Mary Poppins with an umbrella to jump down a tall ledge...the umbrella broke

Basically took an assassination class... (Gregor version)

Nearly threw hands with the mayor (he had it coming tho)

Took down a NetMafia...again (request post-game; but for real how does this keep happening to him???)

Put off leaving a building that was about to blow up because he was reforming the franchise’s long running villain

REFORMS THE FRANCHISE’S LONG RUNNING VILLAIN BY CONVINCING HIM THAT THERE REALLY WAS STILL GOOD IN HIM AND HE COULD BE A GOOD SCIENTIST AGAIN THIS ABSOLUTE PURE CHILD

Other:

Decides to investigate a bad vaccine after his dad tells him to stay put because sorry dad I’m Lan Fucking Hikari and this is the right thing to do! (Network Transmission)

Saved the Waterworks plant from Iceman (again) not just because it’s the right thing to do but because if he didn’t he would get any dinner that night (Network Transmission)

BEAT UP A GROWN ASS MAN (Battle Chip Challenge (his route))

Okay this kid does all this bullshit but the one thing that knocks him down is the fucking common cold (Battle Chip Challenge (Mayl’s route))

Lied about WWW stragglers being at the BattleChipGP to impress his #1 fan and when that proved to be true he tried playing it off that he knew all along before Megaman outs him (Battle Chip Challenge (Kai’s route))

Literally calls a powerful being from space an “Arm Navi” and when corrected he tells it to shut up (Operate Shooting Star)

Becomes a memetic badass 200 years into the future (Operate Shooting Star) including but hopefully not limited to things such as:

having an IQ of 300

Being efficient in every sport (soccer in particular)

Making goals in soccer against 11 players (presumably single-handedly)

has a signature move called a LanPunch and it’s never specified HOW THIS CAME ABOUT

Literally comes into Dex’s house uninvited with a strange boy from the future and jacks into a wall clock WITHOUT AN EXPLANATION TO DEX (Operate Shooting Star)

BEGAN THE PROCESS FOR HARNESSING THE POWER OF FRIENDSHIP (Star Force Megaman 2)

#lan hikari #megaman battle network #this has been in my drafts since JULY #i kept holding off because maybe i'd learn about stuff from the mobile games but no luck #i'll add the mobile games to this someday #i was also considering adding the manga and anime moments but decided against it and keep it gameverse #also have you met manga lan? that kid is so chaotic i kinda want him to get arrested fdjskfdjs #4/27/23 guess who's making edits that's right it's me #6/28/23 hi it's me again i'm adding more

[thesoftestofpetals]

I’M BACK

Again-

Hopefully for longer than a week this time.

So, some quick updates for this blog because I kinda strayed from it’s original purpose almost immediately after making it and now it’s almost time to get back on track.

My motivation has tanked. I think I’m caught up on games and I have like.. 2 asks I still need to answer. Feel free to send more though!! This isn’t meant to discourage them or anything, just a warning that it might take me a day or two to reply.

TSOP. This blog is going to shift dramatically back to TSOP stuff as we approach the end of this year and early next year. I still intend to have it done by summer, so… updates on that will be coming periodically.

As usual I have no idea how to kickstart this blog into actually doing anything, so.. TSOP AMA is open as usual, asks will be replied to shortly, and I’ll be around I guess. We’ll see what happens

#tsop #writeblr #writers of tumblr #writers on tumblr #update #my writing #ask me anything

[khrysteen]

It's not really worth sharing my Tumblr year in review, because I made a total of 9 posts on this blog and my art blog. But seeing the numbers did make me think, "Gee, I don't share much personal stuff online. And most of my friends I interact with are online.I'd like to try opening up a little more. I'd like to invite more people to drop in and say hi. I'd like to chat with and get to know more people, because really I am quite social and I enjoy meeting new people and reconnecting with old friends.

But I also wanted to, uh, maybe let the people who do know me at least a little bit why I've been so inactive lately, both publicly and privately.

It's a bit of a Good News, Bad News situation.

Good news! My depression is at a point where it's manageable. We found the magic pill (aka the right combo and amount of medication) that makes it work. I am happy, I am motivated, I am looking forward to life. I'm myself again.

Bad news! Since about October of last year, my fatigue - which I attributed to depression before - has gotten worse. And it continous to get worse. I've gotten so slow, physically and mentally. My brain is a mix of brain fog and, like, nothingness. I get nothing instead of memories or knowledge or thoughts or focus.

It's affected every aspect my life. Drawing. Video games. Friends. Work. Basic decision making skills. I finally want to do things but I physically can't. I'm taking a leave from work right now because 1. My productivity kept tanking 2. When I wasn't working, I was sleeping, during my breaks, evenings, and days off.

Doctor doesn't know what's wrong. Stimulants don't help. Tests don't show anything of concern. He attributes it to post-depression fatigue, but admits it shouldn't be getting worse. Another doctor suggested chronic fatigue, and that I just need to learn to deal with it. I'm waiting on a referral to a specialist now. So much waiting.

I am frustrated and angry and scared. I spent so many years not enjoying life because of depression, and now I'm worse than before. I haven't given up, but god damn it.

I miss my friends. I miss my art. I miss video games and tv shows and writing and reading and actually accomplishing things and finishing projects and making progress.

I'm sorry, this is a lot to read. And it's...not that bad, really. Life is still good. I'm okay, otherwise. But I want to let you guys know what's going on. Please don't think I'm ignoring you, or avoiding you, or giving up. I'm handling this as best I can. I have support. I'm still here. I'm just really really tired.

#khrysteentalks #personal stuff blah blah kind of a life update i guess #if you have any questions just message me i guess? #I'm still around just in a reduced capacity #also feel free to like this post if you want xD to like say you read it or something i dunno liking is a weird term

[vespertin-y]

here’s the next part of my liveblog - this time, ch2′s investigation! i had a lot to say...sorry for having strong feelings about the silly anime game it will happen again.

-kiibo’s gayass scream when they threw him into the tank made me CACKLE, i love him but his suffering is always a little bit funny sorry

-”h-how...!? how...could this happen!? we...swore to each other, didn’t we? we swore we’d never let the killing game happen again. so that was all just a lie! you guys are liars! all you liars, apologize to ryoma! he believed the killing game wouldn’t happen anymore!” this is, iirc, the most extended reaction kokichi ever has to a body discovery. normally it’s just a line or two, but he goes for a whole monologue here! it makes sense - ryoma and him had a fairly friendly relationship. ryoma never calls him out for lying (just occasionally tells him not to be so loud) and once notes that kokichi, like him, seems like he doesn’t plan to survive the killing game. add that to the fact that kokichi SAW kirumi’s motive video, failed to show it to anyone, and spent a significant amount of time trying to distract her with “tag” last night, and it’s not hard to imagine one of the “liars” he’s so mad at for letting the killing game start up again is...well...himself.

-i’ve never understood why the monokuma files are physical tablets that get handed out to everyone, rather than just being files added to their monopads. seems like a waste of resources mr monokuma!!

-”i’ll take full responsibility. since you’re my sidekick, there’s nothing to worry about.” i have to admit, it’s pretty clever. it soothes shuichi’s anxieties about difficult decisions, which makes the trial go smoother, while simultaneously feeding kaito’s hero....thing.

-it’s time we talk about what the fuck shuichi’s fingers are doing in his thinking sprite. WHY DO THEY LOOK LIKE THAT.

-all of them wondering how himiko got out of the tank when there’s visible door hinges on the stairs is KILLING ME.

-”good luck, shuichi! after all, it’s gonna be you doing all the heavy lifting here!” “ah...right.” “what do you mean “right”!? are you saying i’m useless!?” KAITO A MAN IS DEAD WE DON’T HAVE TIME FOR YOUR COMPLEX

-”but, i think leaving that guy alone is just plain bad...” [tsumugi gave kokichi a meaningful glance.] “so, i’ve decided to plainly keep an eye on him.” OCs already getting away from you, tsumugi?

- “yeah...we shoulda gathered together and watched all the videos. share everybody’s motives. even if it’s something you can’t bear by yourself, it’d be possible with everyone. that’s what cooperation is, right?” “that’s...what kokichi was trying to do.” “huh?” “kokichi was trying to get us to participate in a motive video viewing party of sorts. that’s why he forced us into the same room. do you think that was his way of cooperating? do you think the same way?” “n-no...if that’s what he wanted, he coulda just asked us. that’s what a normal person woulda done, but the thing is, he’s *not* normal. maybe he did want us to cooperate, but there’s no way to know for sure. he’d never tell us.” [that’s true...it’s impossible to know what kokichi is thinking. but...i suppose he *could* have been acting in our favor for once.] IMGONNA KILL MYSELF HE SAID TO YOUR FACE, LITERALLY YESTERDAY THAT OPEN COOPERATION WOULD GET YOU MURDERED!! YOU CAN’T CRACK OPEN HIS THOUGHT PROCESS AND THEN GO “bUt He’S tHe EmBoDiMeNt Of a LiE tHo” AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA. i keep trying to write a longer analysis of this and then dissolving into incomprehensible rage. kodaka wants kokichi to be cool and unsolvable and mysterious soooo bad that he accidentally gives his genius detective short-term memory loss. i haven’t unclenched my jaw in seventeen days.

-the prison-themed bathroom is so pointedly cruel, god...and it’s not even the worst thing that monokuma does to ryoma this chapter.....

-[no! i want to live! i want to live a long life! i don’t want to die! i can’t die in a place like this! never!] U GO SHUICHI!!

-”himiko’s so suspicious, she’s gotta be a red herring, right?” I Love Tsumugi Shirogane

-”you’re thinking too hard about it...living things just gotta live. anyway, no matter what happens to us, we gotta live!” “yeah...you don’t really need a reason to live. that’s just the icing on the cake!” kaito and kokichi agreeing on something and it’s NOT about hiding important things from their friends?? i never thought i’d see the day...

-”i did not calculate that we would gather here under these circumstances again...what would kaede say if she saw us right now...?” aww, kiibo :[

-[normally, i wouldn’t mind the shaking...but i’m feeling especially sensitive to it now. each of us felt that trembling through our entire bodies as we sank further still. without sure footing, i’m positive i would have fallen as well. my breathing was becoming more ragged, my heart pounded harder and harder...just when i thought i would pass out from the nerves - the elevator came to a stop.] SHUICHI THAT’S NOT “NERVES” YOU JUST DESCRIBED AN ANXIETY ATTACK D: 

-”you put a lot of elaborate detail into this courtroom. almost like it’s for show.” “for show, huh? that’s an interesting way to put it.” “is this just for show? are you showing this to the people outside and-” sorry, kirumi, but you, kokichi, and monokuma have very different ideas about “the people outside”....you’re not even having the same conversation, really.

-that’s as far as we get before the trial! see you next time!!

#so many strong feelings!! it's why v3 is my favorite game #thh and sdr2 are both Pretty Alright but v3 invokes both incredible joy and seething rage in me #dr #mem liveblogs

[regallibellbright]

Me, managing along in Pokemon Violet, dealing with the knowledge that, per speedrunners, I have the significantly slower-performing version. (In-game time vs actual time has something like a ten-minute difference in Scarlet and twelve minutes in Violet.) And I’ve always found battles slower than I’d like, especially when you can’t turn animations off. Like in this game. Okay, this is fine.

I get just got the Cascarrafa Gym badge. Next, per level scaling, is either Medali Gym, the Lurking Steel Titan, or Atticus.

In terms of distance to Cascarrafa, Medali’s closest.

I cannot fucking FIND the approach out of Cascarrafa that will get me near Medali for the life of me. I try several attempts that lead to nowhere because the in-game map does not signpost those particular cliffs. I get annoyed encountering Tauros and one-hit KO a Chansey I actively wanted to catch. And then there’s this bridge. It looks like (to my hopelessly spatially-challenged ass) it is leading in generally the right direction.

The Pokemon trainer on one side of the bridge has level 27-33 Pokemon, like I do.

The Pokemon trainer on the other side of the bridge has a level 53 Mismagius.

I realize this, and that I somehow ended up in an area WAY overleveled for me, and resign myself to a team wipe.

The Mismagius’s favorite move is Phantom Force, a two-turn move. I resign myself to a very SLOW team wipe. The last of my Pokemon with a dark-type move is my Noibat. Who has Quick Claw, since his Speed isn’t where I want it to be for, you know, a Noivern.

His Quick Claw activates on the turn where Mismagius is intangible, so I don’t even get THAT hit in.

At this point I actually scream in frustration and my mother asks if I’m okay, since that was the single most irritating thing the RNG could possibly do. Unfortunately, I don’t have autosave on because I was worried about glitches at launch and hadn’t turned it back on yet, so if I reset, I lose all progress and have to do the Gym fight and Gym cutscene again. I don’t wanna deal with the Gym cutscenes again.

Now, fortunately, I also have a Clodsire (who gets Poison Point on the Mismagius when it KOs her with Phantom Force) and an Azumarill. So I’m down to Azumarill, waiting to wipe, and have been looking away from the screen except to change Pokemon because it’s SO EXCRUCIATINGLY SLOW, and get the victory fanfare because somehow this stalled Mismagius out, since its AI kept using a two-turn move when it was poisoned and evidently either used it against a WATER TYPE when I know it had Magical Leaf, or Azumarill could tank a super-effective hit from a Pokemon 20 levels higher but without STAB. Could be either. I did not think to get video of this bullshit.

So I’m obviously done for the night, having healed and saved, because I have NO patience left for the game anymore. I played for maybe thirty minutes in total. I’m starting to see why I haven’t felt as motivated to play this game as to do… anything else, really. I’ve managed to beat both Let’s Go and Shining Pearl, I refuse to let this one beat me, and I AM having fun when things are going well. I like the Team Star gameplay, I have fun with the other two when I’m not putting up with performance issues and VERY SLOW elevator cutscenes, I love my dragon bike, I KNOW the story is good because I’ve seen Bro handle the climax… but the performance issues ARE kicking my ass and I am evidently struggling with the open world in a way I did not with Legends Arceus, at least at this particular point.

I don’t like Pokemon making me feel THIS frustrated in THAT little time.

#pokemon #long post #venting #negativity #negative #pokemon negativity #tagging because I don’t WANT to start something I’m just like ‘holy SHIT that was the most irritating experience possible’ #’it would be comical if it hadn’t been SO DAMN FRUSTRATING’ #that was just Murphy’s Law distilled into a Pokemon experience. #shoutouts to Winnie and Miri for somehow managing that W. #public shaming to Neku for his terrible judgment in Quick Claw use. #I am not above renaming you if you keep this up you little shit. Don’t think I’m not.

[booksssunny]

PROLOGUE — TWO YEARS AGO

I have to open this e-mail! 

Staring at the starry landscape of Paris, stepping down from my stepladder and walking over to my computer, my eyes land on the email I received from the company I applied for that still hasn't been opened. I should have read it a while ago, but I've been dragging my feet for an hour.

I'm afraid of being disappointed and when I nervously approach and read the email, I understand that I was right to be worried. A knot forms in the pit of my stomach as I scan the content.

“Mrs. Davis,

(…) we regret that we are unable to respond favorably to your submission, as we do not have a position corresponding to your profile in the immediate future.

Sincerely,

The HR team.”

Closing my computer in frustration, my mind wanders over all the other jobs I applied for. I answered about fifty job offers for waitress, bookseller, and salesperson. Even though my dream is to become a wedding planner, I need the money.

Unfortunately, no one wants to hire me. I guess my lack of experience in the working world plays against me. No matter how hard I worked on my mother's farm, it's not considered enough. 

I'm motivated, ready to work without counting the hours, but my determination and angelic smile – according to my mother – are not convincing enough to be given a chance. I even had to straighten my hair for a second interview with a receptionist agency. They said my curly hair didn't look professional to them. I didn't think I'd ever be asked to do that, and besides, it was useless.

Taking a break from cleaning, I retrieve a tennis ball and call my dog, petting the head of Storm, my eighty-pound St. Bernard, coming towards me for a little attention. He is my only friend and my most loyal guardian. I throw the toy with force, hoping to calm the worries that are invading me.

I climb back onto my step and shiver at the fresh air tugging at my barely tank-top covered skin. For the umpteenth time today, I reach for my phone and check my bank account, sighing in exasperation when I realize that I only have about a hundred euros left. I doubt I'll make it through the month without having to call my parents to the rescue.

I huff and puff and spray the window with product in annoyance. I would like to ‌manage on my own, to be totally independent. After all, I'm the one who decided to come to the City of Light to start from scratch. My choice, my responsibility, and yet, even far from my little town of Laredo, Texas, I am still a burden to my parents.

I've been in Paris for three months now, and it's safe to say that things are… amazing. I have to admit that I may have idealized my Parisian life, but I'm glad I made the leap. Thanks to my paternal grandmother, who taught me the language of Molière, I integrate easily. However, I miss my parents, but their support keeps me going. I am lucky to have them in my life. In the gallery on my phone, I scroll through pictures of my parents and me. Stopping at a photo where my dad, his dark brown skin glowing in the sunlight, looks jovial, holding me to his chest. Although I roll my eyes and try to escape from his shower of kisses, a big smile is discernible on my face. My mother, a small brunette with white skin, laughs at our bickering. This moment frozen in time fills my chest with joy.

The stepladder shakes, and I barely catch myself at one of the double windows. My breathing quickens, I turn my head to glare at Storm.

“Stop messing with me, you almost knocked me over!” I say. My dog doesn't seem to be listening to me and continues to play with his ball, the drool at the corner of his mouth falling to the floor. It's sickening and adorable at the same time. 

I sigh and try to calm my breathing as best I can.

My face darkens as I catch my reflection in the glass I'm cleaning for the third time today. I am not a maniac by nature, just an anxious person who has found no other outlet than intensive cleaning. It's not a solution per se, but it helps me get my head in the game.

I let out a puff of air as I realize I'll have to do more interviews. I imagine myself scanning the classifieds when Storm comes up beside me and involuntarily bumps into my step stool. My heart misses a beat.

With my mouth wide open, no sound escapes my lips as I lose my balance. My body is leaning dangerously out of the window, and although I try to grab onto something, there is nothing to hold me back from falling. The scene unfolds so quickly that with barely a blink of an eye, I am already out of my apartment two floors down. My body, usually so light, now weighs a ton in the night that surrounds me.

I'm going to die!

Is this how my life will end? My only thought is for my parents, whom I abandon again, in spite of myself this time. My breath stops and darkness surrounds me.

***

“(…) No, she doesn't move (…) unconscious (…) speak, I will try until you arrive (…)”

My ears perceive these chopped words, while my eyelids open with difficulty on what looks like an umbrella above my head. The splash of rain mingles with the deep voice beside me, and it takes me a few seconds to remember what happened. I fell from my apartment.

The pain that invades me little by little leads me to grind my teeth. A warm liquid is in contact with my tongue and my bruised gums. A bitter and metallic taste confirms that it is blood.

“Very funny… Do your job instead of talking nonsense! Wait, she’s waking up… Just hurry!”

The first thing that crosses my mind is, Thanks god, I'm alive! But this information is not enough, because my limbs start to tremble. Tears well up in my eyes and I wonder if I'm hallucinating because it seems so unrealistic.

My dog made me fall out of the window!

“Abigail? That is your name, isn't it?” I try to nod, but none of my limbs seem to want to move. My body, lying on the soaked bushes of the common yard, remains inert. I force my vocal cords to give him a clear answer.

“Yes, that's right.”

“Why are you speaking in English?”

Shit! My brain is really dysfunctional.

“Sorry, it’s my native language.” I reply in French.

“Don't apologize. Just open your eyes. I need you to stay with me until my colleagues arrive.”

“What happened?”

I feel silly asking this question, because I know the answer all too well. I need this man to keep talking, I don't want to be alone with my thoughts again. I couldn't bear that.

“You fell from the second floor.”

His reply is clear and concise. He speaks with a calm, flowing voice, as if the situation doesn't affect him. For some reason, his composure both annoys and calms me. I know I'm in good hands, I feel it, it's instinctive. But I have the impression that my condition does not matter to him.

“Am I…am I paralyzed?” I ask, despite my stuttering.

I am afraid of the answer. This will all become so real, and I doubt I can handle it.

“Try wiggling your toes.” It takes a lot of effort for me to do it and not scream through the pain. Why is it so difficult? The sobs that come up cover my body in spasms. 

“They move. I can't promise you anything, but I think it will be okay.” 

The sense of security doesn't last long enough to soothe the frantic beating of my heart. Usually, when I'm in the early stages of a crisis, I clean until I've erased all my problems, but here I can't do anything at all. I have no way out, my breathing is getting harder, my body is in pain and nothing can ease the feeling.

“I… I'm going to die,” I gasp, my face flooded with tears. It’s the end.

My breathing grows short as fear takes possession of my guts.

“Abigail, calm down. Take a deep breath, then exhale slowly. Think only of good things.” I feel like a child, a burden, the kind of ball and chain everybody hates. He's wasting his time with me because I'm a walking disaster who can't take care of herself.

“Calm me down? Easier said than done, sir. How am I supposed to do that?” Stress speaks before I can think twice. His casual air irritates me. Footsteps pop up near me while the man's face roams over mine. Instinctively, a smile radiates from my lips. In spite of the darkness, I recognize the night green eyes of my neighbor Corentin, the fireman of the building. He is the best person I could have met, no pun intended.

His irises, a mixture of malachite and black agate, observe me with patience and compassion. It's the first time I've seen such an expression on his face. Usually, he seems apathetic, tired of everything.

“I understand that the situation isn’t easy, but it wouldn’t help if you were to have a panic attack. My colleagues should be here any minute, so just hang in there.”

“I don't know what to do.”

“What calms you down?”

“Cleaning,” I answer without thinking.

“You're going to have to find something else, because cleaning would  be complicated right now. Deeply, you're going to breathe in, then breathe out slowly,” he repeats. “Match your breathing to the rhythm of my voice.”

Despite the pain and my mind wandering away at times, I focus on him. He is the only hope I have of not losing my mind and regaining control of my body.

“Clear your mind and focus only on the positive. Soon, all this will be a bad memory.”

“And if there is nothing positive?” I ask.

My direct answer seems to destabilize him. His brows pinch together as his lips part. I imagine that it is not the explanation he wished to hear, but I do not have the force to lie by pretending I have it all.

Despite the pain, I turn my head in his direction. His silence is suspicious, even unbearable. His eyes stare at me with a strange expression, and his curly brown hair is plastered on his pale forehead because of the rain. His squared, clean-shaven jaw gives him an imposing air, perfectly in keeping with his athletic build.

“We all have something positive in our lives,” he finally says.

I close my eyes and think for a moment, but nothing comes to me. Though Paris has been amazing, I feel alone… lost. I adore my dog, my parents, but one almost killed me, and the others are so far away.

“Is that true in your case?” I ask, to keep him talking.

“Yes, it is.”

“Tell me.” 

Hearing it would make me forget my  pain for a moment. Besides, I've always been one to listen rather than the other way around.

“I doubt you'd care,” he replies.

“What makes you so sure?”

He doesn't answer right away, so I make him give in.

“It'd help me calm down, but if you prefer, you can let me sink into my panic attack…”

Our eyes meet and after what seems like an eternity, he sighs.

“Okay, you got me. There's my family, like most people. Oh, by the way, would you like me to call your family?” There's no way we're going to tell them! My mother will have a heart attack and my father will have me back in the States by the skin of my teeth. I'm not going to be a farmer, so I’m not telling!

“That won't be necessary,” I say.

My savior pauses for a moment, I wonder if he has even left, but I am quickly lulled by his deep voice.

“I'm sorry for your loss,” he murmurs sadly. My eyes widen in horror at this misunderstanding.

“Oh, no! No, no, they are still alive! It's just that it would be more prudent not to warn them, they might faint.”

“Are you sure you don't want to let them know?”

“Yes,” I said, sure of myself. “Please continue to talk to me about what you like.”

“I love my job.”

“Why is that?”

I ask without thinking, genuinely interested in his answer. Although my father has been a police officer for many, many years, I have never understood why he would put his life on the line for others.

I have been told a thousand times that there is no such thing as a sub-job, but I doubt that I am as important as Corentin or my father in our society. My dream is to organize beautiful weddings, not to save lives. I'm not going to chase bad guys or throw myself into fires. I'm just going to deal with love and happiness.

“I like to feel useful, and saving lives is the best way to do it.”

“Isn't that scary?”

“Sometimes, but I have to fight my fears as well as the flames if I want to succeed in my interventions, because there are people who count on me. If I let fear take over, I could lose my life or worse, let someone else perish. I could never live with that.” His words hit me right in the heart. I will never be as brave as him, nor as strong. As soon as things don't go as planned, I lose my nerve, but more than that… Corentin is a hero and a good man. I am in awe.

“How is your life in Paris?” I am delighted that he is interested in my story. From the first day I met him, he always seemed to pretend I didn't exist. He is the only person around my age in this building, and I have wanted his attention countless times.

I hoped he would notice me, that he would start a conversation, since I am too shy to do so myself. I wanted him to be my friend, but he never even glanced at me. It took Storm knocking me out the window for him to finally talk to me.

“I like it, even if it's not what I imagined.”

He nods.

“Are you here for your studies?” I consider shaking my head, but I stop just before the pain starts again.

“No, I'm not. I came because I was dreaming of a life I don't even have the courage to start.”

Corentin’s green irises focus on mine, becoming much darker. He stares at me with a strange look, as if he wanted to pierce my skull to understand what’s going on in my head. I feel vulnerable in front of this pseudo-stranger who destabilizes me completely.

“Can you remind me how old you are?” he suddenly asks me.

“Almost twenty. Why?” His gaze becomes more insistent as he frowns, as if to tell me to pay attention to what will follow.

“If I understand correctly, you have changed countries and moved to a city that is foreign to you, all alone, at only nineteen years old, and you think you are not brave? It sounds like the opposite. To be honest, I'm impressed. That's one thing I wouldn't have the guts to do.”

Surprised to hear such a thing about me, my brain freezes for a moment. I've been called a lot of things in my life, but brave isn't one of them. As for impressing someone… If not for my legendary bad luck, that never happened either.

Listening to this speech from someone who risks his life every day touches me more than I can bear, and I hold myself back from shedding tears.

“How long have you been living here?” I ask.

“'Almost five years, but my time is almost up.”

“What do you mean?” Breathless, I lose what little hope I had of finally making a friend. It's just like me to make a fuss over nothing.

“I'm moving next week.” I knew it. At least I still have Storm. He's hairy, not very talkative and clumsy, but he's still there, even though he almost killed me.

“Who will I ask for sugar now?”

“We'll see you again,” he says straightforwardly.

I would like to ask him more questions, to understand what he meant by that, to get to know him too, but I suddenly hear the firemen's siren.

They're going to pick me up, take me to the hospital, and I'll be left all alone with my usual anguish and sadness. I wish I could hold on to something good, something sweet. Something or someone to soothe me, like him, my soon-to-be ex-neighbor, but I have nothing.

The rhythms of my beats quicken as the siren falls silent and voices come striding in.

“Don't leave me, please. I don't want to be alone,” I sob.

I feel a slight pressure in the palm of my right hand. I meet Corentin's eyes, which have become so tender that they radiate happiness in my heart.

“I won't leave you.”

“Promise?” I ask with desperation in my voice.

“I promise.”

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[ianthomasmalone]

Wanted to share some musings on baseball and LGBTQ life as we head into the dog days of Pride Month.

One of my favorite things to do at ballparks is to make new friends. Baseball fans know all too well that our love for America's pastime is not shared by everyone in the country. Where some see a boring game where nothing happens, we take pleasure in the long haul knowing that those special moments where something truly amazing happens are the memories we'll keep with us long after we've left the park.

I met a heterosexual couple last night who semi-playfully bickered for much of the game, rooting for opposing teams. I couldn't help but laugh at some of the ways the woman was berating her boyfriend, quickly befriending them as I explained some of the statistics and more complex aspects of the game. The woman frequently referred to me as a "badass b**ch" as we talked baseball, boys, and life. A few times she told her boyfriend to stop pretending that he knew what was going on and that he should "listen to the lady who knows what she's talking about, you might learn something." I very much enjoyed chatting with them, though they were both pretty sloshed.

It dawned on me as I was leaving the stadium that in the three hours that I was in the proximity of these two colorful characters, being trans was never brought up once, though we did introduce ourselves and hug goodbye after the game. That invisible barrier of "other" that many of us know all too well, wasn't there in Angel Stadium. 

Now, that's hardly a big revelation coming from someone like me, who's been out of the closet for a long time and live in big gay California, but the level with which I'm steeped in trans culture doesn't present too many extended periods of time where the subject doesn't surface in one way or another.

My own idea of community extends well beyond the LGBTQ space, from Long Beach to Boston College to baseball to nerdier subjects like Star Trek, Thomas the Tank Engine, or Big Brother. We have a community right here, bound by humor and a passion to find the good in life.

I'm reminded of James Earl Jones' iconic speech at the end of Field of Dreams, guaranteed to bring out the waterworks. "People will come, Ray. They'll come to Iowa for reasons they can't even fathom. They'll turn up your driveway, not knowing for sure why they're doing it. They'll arrive at your door as innocent as children, longing for the past."

I went to Angel Stadium to see Shohei Ohtani pitch, but my motives may have been a bit simpler. I just wanted to be there, on a summer night, watching the best game in the world.

Equality is vital for countless important reasons, but sometimes I like to think about the more trivial benefits of a life without the burden of "other," like embracing a stranger in a hug after the home team scores, not needing to worry about what they think about you as a trans person or a homosexual. It's a great feeling to let go of the angst that we all can carry with us, trans or otherwise, and open yourself up to what the world has to offer. 

TL:DR baseball is good for the soul.

#baseball #lgbtq #trans #pride #transgender

[gardeningfavors]

5 Best Battery Powered Sprayers For 2024 [Reviews and Buyer Guide]

Gardening, to me, is not just a hobby; it’s a source of relaxation and motivation that connects us with nature. It allows us to appreciate and love the beauty that surrounds us. However, maintaining a beautiful garden comes with its challenges, particularly in dealing with pests and weeds that can harm our plants.

In my gardening journey, I’ve come across numerous high-quality sprayers in the market, all available at exceptionally reasonable prices. The enhanced modern technology has significantly contributed to their robust build quality. For someone who loves their garden, investing in a durable sprayer that lasts for many years is truly worthwhile.

While, exploring various garden sprayers on the market, I’ve found that the most efficient option is the one that minimizes manual effort. So, in this blog post, I’ve taken the time to review some of the best battery powered sprayers.

5 Best Electric Sprayers I Found For My Garden

In my journey, I’ve had the pleasure of experimenting with various battery powered sprayers, and today, I’m excited to share my best picks with you. Because, these models quickly became a game-changer for me.

Scotts 190567 Lithium-Ion Sprayer

I recently tried out the Scotts 190567, and I must say, it stands out as one of the finest electric garden sprayers you can find in the market. What sets it apart is its incorporation of cutting-edge technology, such as pump zero technology, which enhances the overall performance of the sprayer.

With this feature, there’s no need for manual pumping or building pressure in the tank to extract the solution. Having a battery powered garden sprayer eliminates the hassle and makes the process much more efficient.

It have a rechargeable lithium-ion battery installed in this Scotts 190567 electric sprayer, and it lasts for up to 12 full tanks. This power-efficient battery enhances its productivity and usefulness. Thanks to the rechargeable battery system, it not only saves on gasoline expenses but also contributed in keeping my things clean and safe.

In my gardening experience, I find certain exciting features of this tool quite appealing, such as its comfortable grip, reliable locking system, and easy cleaning functionality. These aspects make it a more attractive choice for me and other gardeners.

Additionally, I appreciate the inclusion of in-line filters, which prove highly beneficial during the cleaning and spraying process. These filters effectively strain the solution, preventing any blockages in the wand and ensuring a smoother gardening experience.

It have a 21-inch poly-wand equipped with a Viton seal, providing excellent resistance to corrosive chemicals. These seals, in turn, enhance the overall performance and lifespan of sprayer. The added convenience of a pre-installed pressure valve allowed me to easily adjust the internal pressure when opening and closing the tank, ensuring a safe and mishap-free experience.

During my experience, I’ve come across its teardrop tank with a 2-gallon capacity and a lower center, making it exceptionally stable and gravity-friendly. This feature has proven to be quite advantageous. The tank is equipped with a 3-in-1 sprayer nozzle, allowing me to effortlessly switch between three spraying settings: fan spray, cone spray, and stream spray. These versatile settings have earned high appreciation among gardeners, and provided me a valuable flexibility in my spraying activities.

Furthermore, the Scotts 190567 stands out as a product manufactured in the USA. It comes with a generous three-year international warranty for free parts replacement, emphasizing the company’s commitment to customer satisfaction. Additionally, they assure the global availability of parts, providing reassurance to users worldwide.

Pros Long-lasting battery

Easy Cleaning

Locking system to avoid wastage

In-line filters

Pressure valves

Stable tank shape

3 years international warranty

Cons Stock nozzle was either too wide or too narrow

Need to shake the wand to start spraying

Flo-Master by Hudson Electric Sprayer

I came across Hudson sprayers, a well-known gardening equipment manufacturer with an international reputation. I was intrigued by their latest innovation – a pumpless electric garden sprayer. What caught my attention is its efficiency, making it suitable for both experienced gardeners and newcomers like me.

What’s great is that using this sprayer doesn’t require any expertise or training, making it accessible and user-friendly for all. This amazing electric sprayer comes equipped with a lithium-ion rechargeable battery. With just one charge, it can effortlessly spray around 18 gallons of the solution.

The best part was, being electric, there’s no need for me to manually pump the solution – it made the whole spraying process so much more convenient. I’ve got a 1.3-gallon transparent tank for me that makes it a breeze to keep an eye on fluid levels. With this see-through tank, I can effortlessly control the water and chemical concentrations, ensuring a well-saturated solution for my plants.

Furthermore, it comes equipped with a pre-installed adjustable nozzle. It’s great because I can control the mist of the solution, giving me flexibility in how I use it. What’s even better is that it comes with a handy shoulder strap, making it super comfortable for me to carry around the garden. Now, I can easily move around and spray the solution wherever it’s needed, making the whole gardening process much more convenient for me.

It have a thumb-operated power switch that allows me to instantly turn on or off the battery powered garden sprayer as needed. This feature significantly enhances my efficiency when spraying in large gardens, enabling me to cover a considerable area in a short amount of time.

The double telescopic wand is another valuable component, extending up to 35 inches. This extended reach proves useful for spraying under leaves and reaching into compact areas that would otherwise be challenging to access with a regular sprayer.

Pros Single charge – sprays up to 18-gallons of solution

Transparent tank

Adjustable nozzle

Comfortable shoulder strap

Thumb operated power-switch

Double telescopic wand

Cons Sometime leaks near battery

Conclusion In my gardening journey, I’ve realized the crucial role a personal garden sprayer plays in maintaining my dream garden. Dealing with pests and diseases is a constant challenge, making a reliable sprayer a necessity for instant control. Here’s a shortlist of the best battery powered sprayers based on my experiences. They make gardening tasks easier and contribute to overall garden health. Choose the perfect one for your specific needs and enjoy gardening!

This article first appeared on: https://gardeningfavors.com/best-battery-powered-electric-sprayers/

[detectivereads]

~Nancy Drew Tomb of the Lost Queen #26 PC game thoughts~

This post is purely fan entertainment, I'm not being paid.

Hi everyone,

I wanted to make another post like my Danger by Design theory, so I got to thinking long and hard on which game had something suspicious and I remember one thing about this game.

*Spoilers*

Ok at one point of the game Nancy has a run in with a cobra. After taking care of it and telling some people about it, the cobra the issue was never really brought up again.

However, before the cobra or after depending on what you have done at this point, we snoop through Dylan’s bag, and we see a canvas bag for a live snake in his pack.

Part of me what’s to say this is a red herring there is no way that Dylan would leave that kind of evidence laying round, he doesn’t have a bag like Jamila which has a complex lock on it. So, I want to say he is out.

Dylan does seem shady, with his fake ID’S and his smooth talking, and when it was said that he was interested in the black market it seemed that he was trying to get his foot in the door, but he was too eager to join. I can’t really see him handling snakes all that much either. The man is not wearing proper foot covering to deal that sort of animal (poisonous). (I am not sure if there are people that can handle snakes in sandals with no socks, but I am still counting this as a point against him)

Lily seems way to squeamish around snakes, not to say that she couldn’t do it, but I think she would have major issues of dealing with a cobra. Lily seems to be a bit too green to handle snakes. I know she had the business card and a book about snakes I can't see her handling them thought.

Abdullah, he seems fearless, that he looks danger in the face and laughs at it, I don’t think he would have issues picking up a cobra and planting it on Nancy’s bed. Being a seasoned archeologist, he would have no problems dealing with snakes and scorpions that would wander into the dig site.

Jamila, to honest I thought she was the craziest person in the Nancy Drew games I have ever met (before I met Sonny Joon), at first, I thought she was the mastermind of the mystery but getting to know her those thoughts kind of went out the window, especially since she was being framed for busting the water tank. There was also one point where we listened to a conversation in which she was upset that someone on the site got hurt.

So, in all honestly, I think Abdullah is the one that planted the snake. He would have means, motive and opportunity.

Means- Since Abdullah is an archeologist who has been doing digs like this for years, he must know how easy it is get a cobra, it would be easy for him to stage an “accident”.

Motive- Nancy is coming dangerously close to 1.) stealing the glory of finding the Lost Queen, 2.) Nancy is also asking too many questions about the black market 3.) Nancy will not be bribed into silence of what is going on and will stop the culprit.

Opportunity- He is right next to the exit of the tomb; he can see Nancy (or anyone) coming and going. Once Nancy is in the tomb, he can sneak out to go to the tent and plant the snake.

Which bring Dylan into the problem, Dylan seeing Abdullah leaving the tomb and heading off to one of the two tents, Dylan could slip into the tomb and look around.

Abdullah would see Dylan’s bag unattended and could slip the snake bag into the bag and get back to his spot before anyone would really miss him. Abdullah would know that Nancy is too nosey for her own good and would take the chance to snoop thought the bag when given the chance.

I do have question to ask here that I’m not entirely sure if I could ever figure out, I snooped through Dylan bag well before his accident, and discovered the empty snake bag… where was the snake all this time before it made its way on too Nancy’s bed?

It would be a risk to set it out in the open in a certain spot where no one would find it, and just hope that the cobra will stay there.

#nancy drew pc games #her interactive #nancy drew #clue crew #nancy drew games #spoilers

[anonanimal]

more witch from mercury thoughts post ep 18

what if all the stuff people have projected onto suletta comes true: if she's really an enhanced person, if she's really an orphan, if she's the thing sophie felt in the data storm. all this could become true depending on how the plot goes, e.g. if prospera dies, well, she'll be an orphan then

i concur with what others have said that it makes sense for them to explore having multiple pilots in one mobile suit as a way to dilute the physical load of piloting, pacrim style

this redditor is right...words i hate to say... if the show is leading us toward the conclusion that delling rembran is a good guy somehow i'm going to kill. jk there's no way we're getting "delling actually good guy" reveal because even the best possible version of delling is still a man who was president of a huge quasi-governmental coalition of weapons manufacturers that have been actively, directly engaged with destroying the earth and oppressing its inhabitants. also on the personal level there's the whole dueling game arranged marriage thing. delling redemption arc maybe. he and guel can start a redeemed character support group

ep 18 was more suletta suffering + setup and oooooh my god this trip to earth is going to go so bad. the way prospera said "take aerial?" not even trying to pretend she doesn't want miorine to take aerial. it's gonna be so bad. no miorine you can't show up to this conflict that's older than you and just ask everyone to get along without bringing something material to the table. miorine has been shown to be smarter than expected so maybe she's actually winning at 5d chess against prospera but let's be honest. i doubt it. she's still just a kid. the very position she's in right now, she was manipulated into. prospera scheming with shaddiq who wants to be president of the group + this trip is going to be sabotaged to tank miorine's chances. but that's not the only motivation, polling or early voting or whatever those numbers were showed shaddiq was going to win anyway. he doesn't need to ruin this just to win, he needs to inflame the earth-space conflict as part of his overall plan which is apparently to destroy the benerit group. not sure how this peace talk turning into a bloodbath will help prospera with quiet zero but i'm sure we'll find out

i really thought whatever was left of eri's consciousness loved suletta, this ep raises so many questions. was she also doing a shoo the dog to suletta or...what? WHAT IS GOING ON. the way prospera asked eri for her opinion on what to do with suletta was s c a r y don't tell me eri is calling some or all of the shots. or is prospera manipulating her by letting her think she has a say

secelia being behind the haro confessional pffffffft utena black rose arc anyone?

oh and el5n just telling nika and norea everything lmfaooo i'm so looking forward to whatever the house arrest three do next

i'm gonna revise my idea that eri died soon after the vanadis incident and say based on her appearing a bit older than four in some instances like the opening or ending (can't remember which), and most tellingly the flashback where prospera is slumped over comatose eri while apparently-suletta is in a bassinet, she'd lived for a few years after. and there was a brief time suletta was alive while eri was. which means prospera started the cloning shit before eri had even died. so it wasn't just prospera going crazy with grief trying to bring her back, but maybe anticipating her death and getting started on some kind of replacement body / key to raise the mobile suit's permet score. since it's confirmed all the gund-bits are clones, and there was not enough time for prospera to give birth to 13 children, prospera had access to sufficiently advanced cloning tech to grow them in fishtanks or whatever. it's possible suletta wasn't a clone and prospera artificially inseminated herself with nadim's frozen sperm...somehow...but come on. eri did say "you're all repli-humans" with no buts

prospera got help with the cloning from notrette right...suletta a clone just like those tomatoes...miorine's dead mother continues to haunt the narrative

oh god suletta please don't take "you were a key and we don't need you anymore now that the door is open" to heart and decide to find a way to...close the door

miorine's so good at keeping her business face on i almost forgot delling is still in a coma. mio do not make this ill-advised trip to earth, go sit by delling's side and cry or something. please. anything but what's about to happen

#gundamposting