Story Time - Blog Posts

I want to build

Not run around collecting resources in the hopes that I might use them. So went back to Minecraft to beautify a randomly generated world. Spawned directly into a taiga village which was good cause I wanted to renovate a natural Minecraft village into something touched by me.

The house are turning out good but my difficulty turns out to be from the farming aspect, specifically the animals. For instance I built a nice sheep pen for the Shepard. I turn around to see my sheep galavanting about, …outside of their enclosure

So I rebuilt the fence an putter away to do something else when I return. There is only wool and mutton in my pen, along with a very happy wolf.

Take two to did the trick! and the sheep pen is successfully wolf proofed. Sadly, my struggles didn’t end there. I went on to build a cozy little chicken coup and turn around to find that all my chickens are gone! The only thing in my chicken coop was a fox, who evidently jumped right.

All of this misfortune, has made so that my brother is calling me the worst thing to ever happen to this village, and I wish he was wrong. The many villager that died from the mobs that spawned around me is an unfortunate sacrifice. But I promise it won’t be in sacrifice made in vain. When give them a new home.

The real blow to my pride is that all this happened creative mode where your supposed to be overpowered. Yet I can’t stop the course of nature from wrecking havoc to my village.

Just got done telling my partner about how I had to traverse fields of black ice in order to get my Amazon package and they gave me literally one of the best sentences I've ever heard them say

"Oh my partner you have survived war and come back to me sexy"

i can not describe the rage i feel every time an add cuts off my asmr i will start swinging i fought a gramarly programmer in the parking lot of my SAT testing site

the briks had nearly cost one of my couins his life (thats a story for another time)

heres the story:

so we are kids, so we are dumb and given that the adults trusted us to be eachothers impuls controle we did the oposite and egged eachothe more.

our first cabin was taken down by the army after the first body, and we the rebelious little shits that we were didn't like that so we decided to rebuilt it and this time it was gonna be bigger and we were gonna paint the walls.

the first cabin was clearly made by kids, the walls where off and the seeling was just some wood pieces we could lift with our kiddie bodies while runnig from their owners. everything we had used was either stolen or 'temporarely borowed'.

we redid that but we pitched together some pocket moner to buy some decorations we liked, adding to it the money the old granies and grampas they liked to give us and we had nearly imptied the store from the village near by.

that village was a toristic hot spot given that it faced the sea, so a lot of rich people where buying property there to built summer houses. so we took the opertunity and woke up before dawn to get there before the workers to steal some of what they had left behind, just what we could cary with us without slowing us too much.

by luch we would stach our houl and go down to eat as if nothing happened. we continued like that for a good three weeks.

on the first day of the forth week of our operation, we got caught by some drunk guy who coulldn't go back home the night before. he though that we were some bandits or something so he took an ax and started running after us. we skatered like rats, runnign around and making sure that the younger ones were safe.

unfortunatedly, while a cousine of mine was trying to help his sister get over a wall, he got caught by the guy. we though him dead, even the boy no older than 7 had that resined look on his face. but then another cousine of mine had taken a shovel and hit him with it on the back of his head, knocking him out cold.

you can bet your ass that we never went near that construnction site ever again.

the ax had nicked the boy when the men fell on top of him, a good gash on his left arm. he needed 4 stiches and couldn't move his hand freely for the rest of the summer. his good now, and he likes to tell the story behind it every time someone askes about the scar.

i remebre telling the adults that we had gonne to fight the street dogs to assest out superiority and that some old man tried to help us but got the boy by accident. we got grounded for two whole years with cleaning the cows and the hen house. worst summers of my life.

but we did get our cabine, it was better made since we bribed some older cousins with helping us. we painted it red on the outside and light blue on the inside to keep the hot air out . we built a big window that was from the ground up to the oldests head and coverd with an old peice of cloth and it was well lite with electric little lenternes from ramadan and candels used for weddings.

a month letter we found the body of some middle aged man inside and some slodiers took the whole thing down. we put hot pepper inside their shoes and glue on their hats for revenge. they dared to let their guard down after ruining our hard work and darring to taste aunt nabila's fruit juice with no remors. we were such little shits

i have other childhood memories like this one, so if anyone wants i can add them here

uh enjoy this self-made book cover ig

Isabela Triplett is my pen name btw

so it's about this girl named Alessia who offers to be one of the empress's galas(don't ask me what this is, I don't know shit) so her family's land doesn't get sold

and basically it turns out she can wield the power of the sun and also there's this giant crystal thingie underneath the palace and also the empress(Badr is her name, remember it well) is kinda sorta falling for her and also Alessia is kinda sorta falling for Badr too but they're both idiots about it because you gotta love that ✧P I N I N G✧

btw there's also this mysterious plague that killed like a third of the empire and now after a couple of years it's back like the Black Death but it's worse

anyway this is one of my many WIPs and I'll release this never probably I dunno

this is Alessia Bast, the main girl

I drew her myself and I suck at drawing

she's got sun powers, connections to the aforementioned weird crystal and is also maybe fucking the empress?? they're friends with benefits for like two-thirds of the story until Alessia goes oh when Badr is kidnapped by assassins from this rival empire, it's a whole thing

Alessia is something I'm calling a Hakai Guerrier, she's basically Badr's guardian so you could call this a royalty/guard story

and this is Cahaya al-Rahim, Alessia's *checks non-existent script* best friend whose family got wiped out by the plague and she left for the palace for reasons unknown

she's probs in love with the empress's sister/sibling, I'll get into that in a bit

she's got fire powers and a really cool *checks script* chain whip thing?

here's the empress herself Badr Merle

she knows a whole bunch about Alessia and her dead family(oh I didn't mention that before? oops) and their history so that's nice and definitely not a device to cause tension and angst

she's like a tired mom trying to control all her lords and keep them from going to war with each other over a fucking festival competition for Hell's sake just hug it out you babies—

and finally, here is Badr's sister/sibling Mehr who goes by she/they pronouns if you didn't notice(enby ftw)

so Cahaya is something like Mehr's guardian(also a Hakai Guerrier) to keep her safe but somehow it's now the opposite because every time the annual feast/party rolls around, Cahaya gets into an argument with one of the lords and Mehr feels like they want to throw themselves into a volcano

she's also Badr's top advisor and one of two people who can stop their at-times cold sister from full-on killing one of the lords

the other is Alessia and she can do it way better than Mehr if they're being honest

ok I'm done, have a good night/day/afternoon/morning/evening

If you ever want to know what a little prick I was growing up. One time after many fights with my mum about a unclean room a tiny me was visited by the "Black Hole" a horrible monster that steals away all your things and only gives them back bit by bit if you behave. It took everything, every book, every toy. My room was striped down to nothing but white sheets and blank blankets. My response? I wrote its a love letter expressing my deep love and appreciation for the black hole... because now I would never have to clean my room again.

Casual life update: My grandparents, lovely retired farm folk, in their 90s, very religious. They say the rosary every night and each day at breakfast they pray for one of their children in particular, and that child's children, and those children's children. They're bad with pronouns but they don't deadname me. They sponsor a college scholarship. In a town with no real grocery store and a dwindling population, they made sure people could come to them for fresh eggs and vegetables even when they couldn't pay cash.

They have recently stolen their neighbor's cat.

Story time y'all. I was just about to go to bed when the LOUD AS HELL FIRE ALARM in my apartment complex starts going off. Flashing lights and BEH BEH BEH. I outside all upset, thinking my night's ruined because it takes FOREVER for them to get it off and it's FREEZING out. Then I open Tumblr and this post is the first one I read, conveniently after I just read a fix involving a wild boar, and it just really made me smile. Thanks, people of Tumblr, for making a shitty experience less shitty

Needless to say, I am HORRIFIED.

"shine/shining" for the WIP ask game!

IM LOINS G MY MIND YOU MANAGED TO FIND THE WORD THAT I ALMOST NEVER USE FHDSFHD

normally its all "glow" or "glint"

so here's my wip for a Monster Hunter AU i was working on

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Starlight shines through the window of the hunter's residence in Selianna, reflected through Shimi's eyes. The room was dark and quiet, unlike the rest of the steaming base which was alive with hunters grabbing drinks in the gathering hub and those working to keep the whole thing functional. Not to say she was alone though.

Another hunter lay next to her, swaddled in blankets, and loosely holding her hand. Shimi squeezes Tetsutetsu's hand, receiving one in return, like an affirmation that they're still alive despite the frigidness of the Hoarfrost Reach. She blinks slowly, taking in the warmth of her own blanket as she watches the snow fall and disappear before it can even hit the ground outside.

Chapter 1

An unusual friend

Briar Sanders was in the lunch room, waiting on her best friend John to sneak past the grumpy old lunch lady, find the mini fridge, and get back with the chocolate pudding he keeps claiming the lunch lady hoards.

“Dude, really?” She said, in a “you must be joking” tone.

“I’m telling you Bri; she keeps a whole stash of it instead of giving it out to students,” John said.

“You know if you get caught, she’s going to kill you right?”

“If she does, please surround my grave with the very pudding, I tried so hard to get.”

“Okay, would you like for me to play despacito at your funeral?”

“Please.”

Bri giggled. John was always overdramatic. But if he did get caught the lunch lady would kill him. Maybe then he’ll stop leaning on me for help. He needs to learn to clean up his own mess, Bri thought. “Psst! Bri!” Bri turned around and saw John with an armful of chocolate pudding. Bri’s eyes widened. Holy Peck! He was RIGHT?! “I know what you’re thinking; the noble hero has slain the beast and brought back the monster’s treasure,” John said, using a silly deep voice.

“Not even close,” Bri said smiling, “but I hope you plan on sharing the beast’s treasure with a fellow citizen, brave adventurer,” Bri used the silly deep voice as well. John laughed, “be my guest.”

As Bri picked up a cup of chocolate pudding, she turned to John. “I hope you’ve been working on your parkour,” she said smiling, knowing what John would say, “I’ll be testing you after school today.”

John stopped and froze as his eyes widened with a spoonful of chocolate pudding hovering just outside of his mouth. He forgot… again. What else isn’t new? Here comes his ‘see what happened was…’ Bri predicted. “Well… see what happened was…” John set his spoon down.

“Called it! You forgot!” Bri said smiling smugly.

“No! I didn’t! I just… forgot…”

“You’re the one who asked me to teach you parkour, so why?”

“I just did okay? You can teach me after me and my family get back from spring break.”

“Fine!” Bri said, rolling her eyes. She didn’t know how anyone could NOT be so excited by parkour. Bri’s father, the chief of the town’s police, was someone who she looked up to, someone who she wanted to be when she grew up. So, she tried to learn all there was to learn when it came to police work, including tracking, laws, street smarts, she wanted to learn parkour to use when it came to catching crooks, and many more things that she needed to learn in hopes to fill in her dad’s shoes one day. Her dad and his partner, her godfather, Deputy David, taught her almost everything they knew at the age of at least six. John thought it was awesome and begged Bri for two whole months to teach him how to parkour like her.

Bri brushed off her thoughts and picked up her can of Grape Soda. What could go wrong with some fizzy grape juice and some chocolate pudding? “Ew,” John said.

“Oh hush. Or should I remind you of the time you ate ketchup with salad?” Bri said this, knowing he would be quiet.

“Never mind it’s cool,” John’s smile all of the sudden faded when he saw what was on the can. “Look, another one,” he said sadly. Bri turned her can to the side. On the side was a little girl, who looked about nine, with strawberry blonde curls in pigtails, she had an orange top with a red skirt. She was hugging a fully grown man who had a strawberry blonde beard and work duds. On the photo said:

MISSING CHILD! Elaina Everheart. Call Police if you have any information.

“Yeah… Another one,” Bri said with a sigh, as she set her can down, “I’m getting a little scared John. Kids under fifteen are disappearing left and right, and this is one of those towns where nothing happens!” John looked at his friend. He was hardly ever serious, but even he could not deny that this was terrifying, that and he hated seeing his friends scared or sad. Then an idea popped into his head, remembering his best friend’s favorite candy.

“Hey you like taffy, right?” He said. Taking out some taffy that was purple and pink out of his pocket. “Um hello? I don’t like taffy, I LOVE it!” Bri took a piece out of his hands and took a bite. “Mmmmm! This is so good! Where did you get this?” Bri asked. It tasted more like bubble gum than taffy. I don’t see a wrapper, or what company it’s from. Wait… now it’s starting to taste a little weird. Which it was, it was now tasting like the after taste of cheesecake. Bri looked over to John, he was chewing some of the taffy too, and he had the, “this tastes super weird” look on his face. “I found it in the mini fridge along with the rest of the chocolate pudding,” he answered. “Is it tasting weird to you as well?” Bri asked. John nodded as he put the rest of the taffy down. Yeah, good idea. I can’t eat this either.

Bri heard giggling and looked up, no one was there. She looked at John, he heard it too. They were both expecting the popular girls to come over and make fun of them again but, there was no one. Guess we just imagen- Wait! What’s that?! There was a black figure that went past the janitor and into the hallway. “Did you see that too?” John asked. Bri nodded. It could just be another student. But it was way too short. “You think we should check it out? It’s too short to be student,” she asked. John looked happy. “Something exciting in child prison? Let’s go!” He said. They got their stuff and walked towards the exit.

“Hey! You punks better get your butts back into those chairs!” The janitor said.

“But we need to go to the bathroom,” Bri lied.

“Then why do you have your stuff, hmm?” He asked.

“Because we only have four minutes left in here?” John said.

“… fine,” the janitor gave in.

Bri thanked him and the duo hurried down the hallway. After three lefts and a right or two, Bri held out her arm to stop John. There was a little girl with black braided pigtails, a very old black dress, and pale skin. She was turned away from Bri and John and was walking off. She looked too young to be in junior high, she looked about eight. “Excuse me, little girl?” Bri said, grabbing her attention. She jumped and turned around. Her eyes were really blue, most blue eyed people Bri has meet or seen were usually like a grey-blue color. But this little girl’s eyes were as blue as pool water. She had a necklace that was as deep blue as her eyes, and a soft, sweet, and gentle voice. She looked at them for a moment and then she shook her head, muttering the words, “nah, no way.”

“No way what?” John asked. The little girl looked shocked. “Are you lost? Where are your parents?” He asked.

Bri kept looking at the dress, she’s seen a little girl in a dress like that in a history book somewhere before. “We can help you,” Bri said bending down to meet her level. She’s quiet, I hope we don’t scare her. “Nice dress, are you part of a school play or something?” She asked conversationally.

The little girl leaned to the left, they still stared at her. Then she leaned to the right, they still stared. Finally, she screamed, “AAAAAAHHH!” John and Bri jumped back. “NO WAY! CAN YOU GUYS REALLY SEE ME?!?!?!?!” She yelled.

“Uh, yes of course we can?” Bri answered. What kind of question is that?

“AAAH! How is this possible?!” She asked. Bri and John looked at each other with confusion.

“Eyesight?” John guessed.

“No! Humans can’t see ghosts! Not unless- unless- how- wha- did you-“ the little girl stuttered.

Bri and John looked at each other again, confused and shocked. “Did you just say ghost?” Bri asked. Is she trying to pull a prank on us or something? The little girl started to say crazier things and she didn’t know what was going on. Neither did Bri or John. Ok! This is getting us nowhere. “Alright well, little… girl, child-“

“Agatha, or Aggie,” she said.

“Aggie, we’ll help you but you don’t need to make up things like you being a ghost. Come on, we’ll take you to the front office, we can call your parents there, and-“ Bri reached for Agatha’s hand but it went right through. Bri jerked her hand back, she looked at John, who was just as stunned and shocked as she was. Bri reached out again, trying to touch the girl’s face, her hand just passed through just like it did before. “I’m not making this up!” Aggie said. Clearly! “I’m dead! I’ve been dead for- what year is it?” She asked. “2017,” John answered. “Right so that’s-…Wait WHAT?!?! That’s, that’s………… that’s three hundred years,” she said in disbelief. “You’ve been dead for that long?” Bri asked.

The bell rang. Time to go to class. “Hey we’re off to class, do you want to come with us?” Bri offered. Aggie started to float, “Yes please! I love learning!” She said excitedly. Huh, I guess that makes sense, since only boys could go to school to learn things in her time. But still, this is the first time I’ve ever met a kid her age that wants to learn.

“Hey Briar,” said a soft but evil voice. Bri knew that voice, Addison. Her backpack was ripped off her arms and Bri turned around. It was Addison alright, and her “friends”. One of the most popular girls in Bri and in John’s grade. “What are you guys doing? Making out?” Addison asked in an obnoxious tone. EW! John and Briar were always assumed a couple, Bri never knew that being best friends with a guy would be such a big deal. “Ew!” Bri and John said in unison. They looked at each other, it wasn’t often that they said things together, but then they turned back to Addison. “We’re just friends! For the bazillionth time!” Addison laughed, “well I’m sure you won’t be needing this Bri.”

Bri got annoyed and felt her temper rising, “I said my FRIENDS call me Bri, those who aren’t my friends just call me Briar.”

“Sheesh, so formal,” Addison said, “oh, wait.” Addison reach into Bri’s backpack and pulls out Bri’s phone. “I need another of these,” she said.

Bri got really mad, her whole life was in that phone. Texts from her dad, photos of family, and what happened to her mom. “Why do you need another one?! Your Dad has already bought you several other phones!” Bri exclaimed.

“And I need some gossip, your phone has some right?” Addison said. She tried to get the face ID for the phone by holding it in front of Bri, but as soon as she held it out, Bri tried to snatch it away. Addison held the phone up. “Don’t make me drop it!” She teased.

“Give it back PECK NECK!!!” Bri swore. Now it was Addison who got mad this time. Addison pushed Bri on the ground and kicked her in the stomach. Even for a spoiled barbie doll, Addison’s dad made her take self-defense classes in his paranoia that she would get taken one day for being a rich kid. Of course, Addison never used it on anyone bad, she only used it to beat up other kids when she didn’t get her way. The fact that she was a cheerleader and was used to practicing and using her legs didn’t help either. She could easily beat anyone up, whether it was other girls or boys.

John ran up and shoved Addison to the ground, Addison’s friends were cheering her on as she got up and punched John. “Wow! Your weak Sanders. Guess it is like mother like daughter, no wonder she died from tha-“ Addison had the wind knock out of her as something punched her in the gut. Bri looked up to see Aggie floating and shoving the big bad bully on to the ground. Addison’s friends were frightened, not seeing the source of what happened, and they ran down the halls screaming. “He- HEY! Don’t leave me here!” Addison yelled at them as she joined the screaming girls and ran off too.

“Peck necks,” Aggie said. Aggie looked at Bri and got a worried look on her face. “Are you okay Briar?” Aggie asked. She held out one of her hands to Bri. It was a habit so Bri took her hand, and it didn’t go through. “How?” Bri questioned when she was on her feet. “I can decide whether or not I want to touch something or someone,” Aggie explained, “sorry Briar, I didn’t want to hurt her I just got mad at the way she was treating you.”

Bri smiled. “It’s okay. Normally we would get in trouble for this but the fight ended early. John, you okay?” She asked.

John got to his feet, “I think one of my tooths are loose but other than that I’m fine. Also, Aggie, don’t say Peck necks.”

Bri rolled her eyes, “she’s already dead, let her some fun.”

The bell rang again. “Second bell we might want to go,” John said. He kneeled to meet Aggie’s level, “do you still want to come to class?”

Aggie floated again and laughed. “Yesss! Let’s go!” Bri picked up her backpack and her phone, “Alright, follow us Aggie. History class is next.”

“Coming Briar!” Aggie squealed in delight. When Aggie flew next to Bri, she smiled as she held her hand. Bri looked down and smiled back at her.

“Call me Bri,” she said.

You know that feeling when you write up a beginning chapter for a story you had a great idea for. Then you end up revisiting it like a year later and you suddenly get a bunch of ideas for it. Then after you write a whole page for it you go pack to the three full pages you already wrote and you reread it and you just... THERE'S SO MANY MISTAKES! Now you have to spend THREE FUCKING DAYS rewriting just about every fricking line and your eyes feel like there bleeding because its 2:27a.m. on a Thursday and you're not even done cause you still need to fix all the mistakes in the new pages, and your character is starting to get as self deprecating as you and your head is swimming because your Spotify playlist is a jumble of 60's up beat happiness to 00's weird ass pop punk and what even is your life, WHY THE FUCK IS THE FAIRY TAIL THEME SONG IN THERE?!... N-no? Just... Just me? O-okay, well um, yeah that's all. Thanks for your time!

An old and homely grandmother accidentally summons a demon. She mistakes him for her gothic-phase teenage grandson and takes care of him. The demon decides to stay at his new home.

Story time

So, I was on the bus this evening. It’s a bus with middle schoolers and high schoolers on it and I was hanging out with my high school friend. He’s in 10th grade and I’m in eighth grade and I was playing around with my recently deceased dogs choke chain, and I put it on my wrist like it was handcuffs, and he jokingly grabs the middle of it, puts my arms up and pins me against the window, and we were talking like I wasn’t pinned against the window!

“So how was math? Finally finish your homework?”

“It was good, and no.”

“Well what can I do for ya' darling?”

“Um letting me go would be nice?”

“But your just so pretty from this angle…”

um what?

Yeaaaah.....

The worst story about that : I live in a country where it doesn't usually happen, so that's even worse. I brought ticket to go see Deadpool and wolverine with a (now ex) friend. They were on their phone so much. Like, I bought the tickets, but I didn't force them to go, I asked them several times if they wanted to go see the movie. The LEAST they could do was to NOT be on their phone. What's even worse with that is I have ADHD.... Like, strongly, and ok, when I'm watching a movie at home, I'm always on my phone, but not in the freaking movie theater? Like? It's dark for a reason? What's the reasoning? 'oh yeah I'm probably autistic so I need my phone on all the time' ? Seriously....

ppl are rlly trying to defend being on your phone during a movie in the theater what is going on

when I was very young my mother told me “they’re going to try and teach you that we came from monkeys but that’s not true and you shouldn’t listen to them because we were made from god” and she was my mom and I was like 7, so I pretty much just went “okay, noted, anyway”

anyway like 2 years later evolution comes up in class and one of my classmates goes “is this the we evolved from monkeys thing?”

and I’m on Red Alert. this is what my mom told me about!

the teacher replies, “well, we share a common ancestor, but we didn’t evolve directly from apes. if you go back way before apes or people existed, you’ll find a different third thing we both came from. we know this because of things like fossils”

and I was like whoo! dodged a bullet there, good thing my 4th grade science class isn’t trying to teach us we came from monkeys and instead figured stuff out using fossils and taught us that instead :)

Instructions Unclear, Ended Up Believing In Evolution Anyway

I had a dream that I was in a hotel with my family, and there were these common areas where you could just join a tour with random people for free. There was also a room where you'd walk in, and a guy would ask for your story in exchange for a free makeover, including a haircut and a new outfit.

There was some emotional stuff going on in my family, so I figured, why not? I went into the room and told him my story. When I was done and had my haircut and everything, I overheard another guy sharing his story and thought, ‘Cool, I’m not the only one doing this.’ He came out of the room, and we talked before deciding to go on one of those free tours together.

For some weird reason, there was also this super cool old lady who had every piece of tma merch you could imagine. She was talking about it with one of her students, who was only on episode 8, I think. Obviously, I had to say something, so I went up to her and almost screamed, "DO YOU LISTEN TO THE MAGNUS ARCHIVES?!"

She just gave me this ‘Isn’t it obvious?’ look and said, "Yes, I do." And I told her, "you're like me, but old!" She seemed a little annoyed but kept talking to her student.

I just stood there like, ‘Wow… so cool.’ And then I woke up.

The Beginning part 10

~Last Time~

“She threw herself off the roof? Why?” Jesse asks.

“She was reminded of something bad in the past. But she’ll be alright.” Kaaru smiles as they continue their journey. 

~story time~

The girl sat alone, feeling horrible as her dog leaned on her. 

He whined softly and pat him softly, staring at the empty container of ice cream on the table in front of her. Toby licks the sticky melted ice cream off her hand as she pats his head, hopping onto the table to lick it off her cheeks as well. He even licks at the cast of her broken arm, making her smile softly before a large warm hand is set down on her shoulder.

She looks up in surprise to see the version of Mccree she grew up with smiling at her. 

“Was that ice cream any good at what it’s job?” He asks, sitting down next to her.

“no.” She mumbles, making him smile.

“Ya want some of your favorite feel better cookies?” He asks, putting Toby in his lap.

“The banana nut chocolate ones?” She asks, a little hopeful.

He nods and smiles. 

“Let’s get bakin.” He says and stands up, going into the kitchen. 

The girl follows sluggishly and sits on the counter like a toddler as she watches her dad bake her favorite cookies, Toby in her lap as she feels tired from straining herself.

“What happened ta yer arm?” He asks her as he bakes, not letting any sort of tone enter his voice.

“What happened to your face?” She retorts jokingly. “Ya used to be every fangirl’s living wet dream. Now ya look like everyone gay grandpa.” She adds, making him laugh. 

“Well, accordin ta your Otōsan, this gay grandpa looks as good as any other time in mah life.” He says proudly. 

“Then according to my depressing existence I fell and broke my arm before it was done healing from the first break.” She says and he looks at her. 

“Who said ya were depressin?” He asks and she waves it away. “Kaaru, what happened? Ya know you can talk to me.”

She mumbles and he steps closer.

“Kid, I can’t hear ya when ya mumble.” He says, trying to be gentle. 

“No one said I was depressing. I said I was and then tried to jump off a building.” She sighs. 

“Ya aren’t no one sweetheart. You’re my little girl. Ya kick names and take ass. You’re my legacy.” He says, sitting on the counter next to her. 

She sighs and leans on his shoulder until the cookies are done. 

“I’m so tired Papa.” She sniffs as he puts the cookies on the cooling rack. 

“Then once these are cooled, we’ll go and rest. How’s that sound?” He says and she nods. 

“Wait, we can’t go to my room, Otōsan is there.” She says, making him laugh. 

“We’ll use one of the spare rooms by the offices.” He says and she nods.

They get to an empty room and snack on cookies late into the night. 

~reality~

“Aww, that’s sweet.” Jesse says, making Kaaru laugh. 

“Yeah, it was. It’s my favorite part personally.” She says

“I wish all stories ended like that.” He huffs.

“That isn’t the end. Not yet kid. But, we’re close.” Kaaru chuckles.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9

"When you fight you are like the light.

You shine so bright that we can't do anything but look.

And we see how you're born, and we see how you grow, and we see how you die.

But we fight like the shadows.

You never pay us attention even when you know we are there.

We never seem to have won nor do we seem to be defeated. We never seem to have gain nor lose anything.

And so you don't look at us, and so you forget about us.

And it is only in your final moments, when you see how we remain the same while you are dying that you realise. We've won, we've survived, we are the last ones standing."

If you write this I want to read it. This seems so interesting...

had an idea for a sonic story where sonic and metal switched bodies or smth and sonic has to deal with being seen as the villain while metal has to keep up the image of sonic avoid suspicion

Sooo it was dark and kinda scary. And while I was going home I was still scared. Then I hear the crows caw and asked them to acompany me till I was out the forest. I prommised to bring seeds to them next time!!! But it took awhile to fufill the promise with school and whatnot. So yesterday I was there with my dad and bag of sunflower seeds! But it was raining and I couldn't find the crows, so I just poured the seeds in a bunch of difrent places in the forrest and collected some fallen pinewood twigs for christmas stuff. I apolagized for fufilling my ptomise late and then me and my dad went home!

(:

The forest is calling.

And how can I deny a mothers embrace?