the game enthusiast

Some “Last Game” thoughts

So Akashi represents the GoM as he speaks the moment they hear about Kagami leaving Japan

And no one really tries to deny it, hell I’m sure they’re proud of him since Akashi says “our” and “we” (even tho someone sounds a lil bit upset and ya know who am I talking about and what’s coming next)

Because Kagami worked hard enough to achieve his goals, improve himself and inspire others. His passion made someone else love playing basketball again…

So I’ll be honest, at this point I waited for Aomine to snap and refuse calling Kagami his friend, because he has a hard time being honest with himself when he’s usually like ‘jeez, I have to help this idiot’ or ‘you didn’t beat me in one-on-one but I’ll give ya these shoes anyway, better make a good use of them’. No, for once Aomine is silent

This fucking dumbass only averts his gaze, clearly being upset and not liking the idea of admitting how he truly feels. Just a moment ago he called Kagami out for runing away and maybe he inteded to sound annoyed, but for me it only showed that he cares. He’s about to lose someone he had the biggest fun playing basketball with, but can you imagine Aomine talking clearly about his feelings? Yeah me too. Even Midorima shut him up by saying “it’s not about you”. Aomine’s words are selfish, but his small outrage intends to show how he doesn’t like the idea of Kagami leaving, while his silence during Akashi’s speach proves he respects Kagami. He is the greatest rival and a great friend also for him

Plus his decision to play in the NBA has a big darn meaning. When his friends talk about not being able to play with Kagami anymore, he chooses this moment to say he’s going to America too. “Not to see Kagami, but to join NBA as soon as possible”. Do I have to point out that he must be aware of the fact that “seeing Kagami” and “playing in the NBA” means same thing? Not like he’s copying Kagami, they’re both passionate and serious about basketball (that’s why I’m a sucker for their relationship for years lol), though I love the idea of them chasing each other in order to improve (and to have lots of fun). Aomine also wants to become the best basketball player, but he also doesn’t want to lose to Kagami in any way. That’s why I said Kagami can inspire others. And that’s what I find beautiful - their compatibility on the court that lets them grow as characters

as rivals and friends

Video Games Soundtracks I Like

People keep asking for the soundtracks I like or am inspired by so here are the ones I can remember. If it’s not on this list I either forgot it, haven’t played it, or it’s too obvious (mario/zelda).

If you’re a video game music enthusiast you might enjoy looking up soundtracks you haven’t heard of before.

This list isn’t complete. Not sure if I’ll update it though.

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asks for those who daydream!

❤ who/what is your current character and what do they do?

💛 what is your current daydream about?

💚 does your character have any mental/chronic/physical illnesses?

💙 what things does your character dislike?

💜 what is your favorite thing about your character/daydream?

💞 are you and your character similar or different?

💔 does your current character have a tragic backstory? and if so, what is it?

💘 is there someone your current character is in love with?

🎭 is your character happy or unhappy? why?

🌎 what type of world is your current daydream in? (futuristic, historic, good, bad, etc)

💗 are you in love with a character in your daydream?

🎥 is your daydream based on a tv show, book, cartoon, anime, etc?

🌟 are you the main character in your story? if not, is your character based off of something/someone?

🎧 what type of music do you listen to when you daydream? any specific song(s) you like?

🚶🏽what do you do when you daydream? (make facial expressions, pacing, jogging, etc?)

🎬 what triggers your daydreams? (a certain tv show, a song, etc)

stranger things 2 - character analysis ( part 2 )

8 ; jim hopper —

a big teddy bear !! :

- he protecc but he also attac

- like i said. teddy bear

- he lOVES ELEVEN

- he adopted eleven

- he. loves. eleven.

- he brought her eggos and theN GAVE HER A HOME

- wow i love hop

- he cares a lot about will and joyce

- he paid off a kid to get eleven candy for halloween

- he’s so sweet


9 ; dustin henderson + dart —

i’m so glad dustin got more screentime this season :

- hIS TEETH

- the little growl / purr he does

- his hair in the last episode

- wants to help will so bad

- loves d’artanagan so much

- even though dart ate his cat

- rip mews 2017

- he’s so beautiful

- dig dug enthusiast

- ANY GAME ENTHUSIAST

- love him


9 ; lucas sinclair —

i’m also so grateful that lucas got more screentime too tbh :

- he got the girl

- hard to get

- hILARIOUS

- stubborn x2

- his sister is my spirit animal

- i love his character so much

- wtf mood 25/8


10 ; joyce byers —

stop hurting her :

- just wants her son

- both of her sons

- and bob

- GIVE HER A BREAK

- give her a hug

- and a break

- she’s such an overprotective mother

- winona is just my everything


11 ; billy hargrove —

hear me out :

- his character does need to calm down

- but his dad is abusive

- that’s why he is a douche

- just. give. him. a. hug.

- imma bite his dad

- his hair is nice

- but he needs to chill

- his car is also nice

- isn’t he a power ranger ?


12 ; bob newby —

WHY DOES THE WORLD HURT THE PURE ONES :

- he gave will advice.

- he is so pure

- he loves joyce so much

- love him

- his dracula costume

- he loves the “ crappy ” music jonathan talks about

- he wants to give joyce a happy / normal life

- rip bob 2017

anonymous asked:

Will you write a domestic Jikook head cannon? One where Jimin is a teacher @ school or wherever, and Jk is a businessman, and everyone thinks their the cutest/power couple ever??

This is actually such a cute idea. Thank you for the request! I hope you like it💖

~

Jimin had wanted to be a biology teacher ever since his first science report about snakes in the fourth grade. Granted, he never thought he’d end up teaching high school Biology at 25, let alone married to the CEO of the biggest music production company in Seoul.

He was a popular teacher among the students, known as more fun and easy-going than most. His class was always one of the most sought after, often having a list of students waiting for an open spot lest someone drop the class or get kicked out. It was rare that someone willing leave the class, considering the extra leeway Jimin would give for assignments and hardly any homework in the first place.

Jimin had made good friends with a few fellow teachers.

Taehyung or Mr. Kim, was the Art teacher that always ended up covered in paint. They’d been great friends for years, only finding each other after a few years apart when Jimin had gotten a job at the school. They usually ate lunch together and went out for drinks on the weekends. Jimin found that he’d often let his students call him Mr. Tae to prevent confusion with the Mathematics teacher. Loud and enthusiastic personality, contagious energy, definitely the most fun teacher. 

Hoseok, or Mr. Jung, was the Advanced Dance teacher and dance team coach. Jimin liked to sit in on dance practices, joining in occasionally whenever the mood struck. He’d told Hoseok of his dance days back in college, even busted out a few moves, and after three days of the dance team begging him, Jimin agreed to help with choreography when needed. The loudest teacher, always cheering at basketball games, probably more enthusiastic than the cheerleaders.  

Namjoon, or Mr. Kim, the Mathematics and English language teacher. No, he was not the high-strung Calculus teacher down the hall. He was notorious for breaking the printer and would often send students to retrieve papers from the library for him. Although clumsy, he was quite charming in a smart, quirky kinda way. Definitely popular with the principal. Taught Advanced Trigonometry, wore cute bowties on Fridays

And Yoongi, or Mr. Min, was the music teacher and basketball coach. He wasn’t exactly the most spontaneous teacher, but he cared deeply about music and sought to educate every one of his students as thoroughly as possible. Teaches piano, played basketball all through high school and college, ran track, acts like he doesn’t care but bought custom jerseys for all the basketball players and has pictures of all the varsity teams from all the past years hanging in his office.

~

Students knew that Jimin was married, made obvious by the golden band around his fourth finger, and had always tried to get him to talk about it.

“Mr. Jeon, what’s your wife like?”

“Did she send you those flowers?”

It always managed to get a chuckle from him whenever the students prodded teasingly after classes, getting nowhere as Jimin waved them out.

“Get outta here, you brats. Go on, git.” He’d shoo the class out, students giggling as they separated into the hall, only smiling to himself when they were gone.

During free periods, Jimin’s phone would ring and he’d only grin when he saw the caller I.D.

“Mr. Jeon, how nice to talk to you today.” Jimin would smirk at the chuckle on the other side of the line, imagining the amused smile on the CEO’s face.

“I could say the same to you, Mr. Jeon.”

And they’d talk for an hour before Jimin had to prepare for his next class and Jungkook had a board meeting with some important client.

~

The day that Jimin’s students finally met his spouse was one that he’d never forget.

He’d walk through the halls as students crowded each other to get by, hearing an odd buzz of commotion between everyone. It wasn’t until he’d spotted on of his students chatting excitedly, constantly looking over near the front desk, that he’d finally find out what was going on.

“Sungmi, what’s going on? Why is everyone so excited?” He’d ask her confusedly, the sophomore turning from her friends to him quickly.

“You didn’t hear? The head of BigHit Music Production is here!” And Jimin would look at her with wide eyes, not expecting to hear that Jungkook was at the school.

Although, he probably should’ve expected it when he’d mentioned that his students kept asking about his ‘wife’ the night before at dinner. Jungkook had never been inside the school with him before, at least not during active school hours. He’d usually drop him off on his way to work and pick him up afterwards, but never come inside.

Jimin would shuffle through the crowd of students, making his way to the front desk. And when he got past everyone, he’d find Jungkook chatting with Taehyung, small smile on his lips as Taehyung waved his arms around, paint smudges still on his face and in his hair from his Intro to Painting class.

The CEO would be dressed as he was every day; custom tailored, black Armani suit and dress shoes, platinum Rolex on his left wrist and his golden wedding ring being the only color among his black and white attire. His very presence was intimidating to the people around him, students and teachers alike. He was a powerful man, wealthy and extremely handsome, not to mention the obviously well-kept physique underneath his suit.

When Jungkook would spot Jimin, he’d completely forget about his conversation with Taehyung, only able to focus on his husband walking towards him. It would feel like slow motion, just like when they’d met for the first time in Jimin’s junior year of college.

“Hey, baby.” Jungkook would have no hesitation pulling Jimin close and kissing his cheek, completely ignoring the collective, shocked gasp that came from the crowd of teenagers.

“What’re you doing here? I thought you had a meeting at noon.” Jimin would mumble into Jungkook’s shoulder from where he’d be hiding the blush on his cheeks.

“Client cancelled last minute. Thought I’d take you out for lunch today.” Jungkook would kiss his cheek again, quietly chuckling at the color on Jimin’s cheeks before pulling away to look at the small crowd of students that had gathered.

“Mr. Jeon, I thought you were married?” He’d hear one of his students ask hesitantly, barely loud enough for him to catch over the hushed mumbles of the others.

Jimin would groan when he’d hear Jungkook laugh, full-bellied and hearty.

“Indeed, he is.” Jungkook would grin and pull Jimin’s left hand up in his own, showcasing their matching rings.

“Jeon Jungkook, Mr. Jeon’s husband. Pleasure to meet you all.” He’d do a little fake bow before Jimin tugged him out the door, not looking back at all until they’d reached the car.

At lunch, Jimin would swat at Jungkook for his little introduction, knowing that the students would be relentless in their questioning when he’d return.

~

The next day would be suspiciously calm, not a peep from any of his students, not even Minhwan who seemed to have a joke for everything. It was almost concerning. Very rarely did any of Jimin’s classes go by without someone going off on a tangent and somehow talking about why giraffe necks are so long, or something of the same importance. 

But Jimin would completely forget all of that when Jungkook would show up to pick him up after school, waltzing into his classroom like he owned it. 

“Jiminie~” The CEO would call softly, making Jimin look up from the mountain of papers he’d have to grade in the next three days. 

Jimin would send a weak smile towards Jungkook before continuing to mark the paper in front of him. Jungkook would move to stand behind Jimin, silently rubbing at his shoulders in an effort to relieve some of his stress. 

“Baby, you should go home. I’m going to be here for a while. I can catch a ride home with Tae.” 

Jungkook would frown at that, glancing at the mound of papers before settling into a chair beside him. Making him set the pen down, Jungkook would interlock their fingers together and turn Jimin’s face to look at him.

“Not a chance, sweetcheeks.” Jimin could only smile as Jungkook kissed him, sweet and slow before pulling away.

He’d strip his suit jacket, loosen his tie, and roll up his sleeves before pulling a student desk up to his knee and dropping half of the pile of papers on top of it. 

And for the next two and a half hours, Jungkook would help grade biology quizzes and homework, occasionally slipping a hand to squeeze at Jimin’s thigh. When they’d finished, it was past 7:00pm and Jimin could feel himself falling asleep as he grabbed his bag, Jungkook holding his waist to steady him from falling over. He’d let Jungkook lead him out, sending a tired, mock salute to Namjoon before being maneuvered out the door. 

That night, Jungkook orders pizza and lets Jimin take a nap on his chest until it arrives, finding him blinking awake groggily as he sets the boxes on the coffee table. And later, they’d fall asleep with Jimin draped over Jungkook’s chest, both only in boxers as they huddled together, too tired to do anything but listen to each other’s breathing until they fell asleep.

~

Eventually, it became a common occurrence to see Jungkook visiting Jimin, either during lunch or after school. He’d bring flowers sometimes, which only caused Jimin to blush down to his toes as girls giggled in the halls.

At some point, Jimin found a framed picture of he and Jungkook on their wedding day placed on his desk. He would smile at it for a moment, remembering just how amazing their wedding had been. And the honeymoon.

Lord, the honeymoon.

Jimin would find that the students quite liked having Jungkook visit, always managing to get a smile and a few playful jabs in before he had to leave. 

Jimin did too. He may have enjoyed being able to kiss his husband in the parking lot like they were teenagers, maybe a bit too much for a responsible high school teacher. And he definitely got a kick out of watching students fawn over Jungkook, knowing that he was completely and utterly his.

~

THAT’S ALL I GOT BUT I REALLY LOVED WRITING THIS 💖 💖 I really hope you like this as much as I did 💖

anonymous asked:

It sounds super angsty, but if you haven't already written it, maybe an unrequited, one-sided love thing between the RFA guys and MC?

I’ve been really busy lately, sorry :C 

Warning: Angst/Heartbreak

–R.I.

Click for: [Part 2]

Click for: [Jaehee]


Yoosung

He was so welcoming, warmly including you in everything

He would text you all the time, venting his frustrations about LOLOL—he trusted you out of all the RFA, after all

Soon, it turned into calls, where he happily chatted away to you as he gamed

“Pffft hahaha, you’re so funny, MC!! You always make my gaming nights better…” his enthusiastic response made your heart race. “I love talking to you, MC.”

You took pride in that.

He became more and more special to you, and it warmed your heart every time you talked to him. You wanted to learn more about him.

He always took interest in what you said, and listened attentively even to your pointless, frustrated rants. He sincerely responded to your concerns, and often brought up inside jokes in the chat room, forming a barrier between the two of you and everyone else.

A special little world that nobody else could enter.

“I can’t wait to meet you,” he shyly told you. It was finally the day before the RFA party. Your heart beat quickly, warm fuzziness bubbling in your chest.

“Yoosung… I have something to tell you tomorrow,” you decided, blushing as you told him. He was the one who made you feel happy…the one who cracked jokes and made you laugh on your gloomiest days… the one who listened to all your troubles. He hummed softly, murmuring, “Okay. There’s something I’ve also been meaning to tell you, too. I’m worried if I’ll be rejected but… I can’t hold back anymore.”

That night, you couldn’t sleep from pure anticipating of the next day. You woke up early to make yourself look as pretty as possible for Yoosung. First impressions were important, after all.

Upon arriving at the party hall, you immediately recognized him—you were in love with him, after all. You called out to him happily, and he rushed over with a big smile on his face, but it almost immediately turned into a frown as he reached you.

“You’re Yoosung, right?! I’m MC!” you exclaimed, beaming happily.

“I see. You look… different than I thought you would,” he murmured, a distant look in his eyes as he avoided your gaze. “I thought you’d maybe have like, blonde hair and green eyes, or something.”

Your heart caught in your throat as soon as the words left his mouth. Rika. He’d expected you to look like Rika. Biting back tears, you forced a giggle, as if he’d just said something funny.

“So, what did you want to tell me?” he sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I don’t really have time to talk, so can you make it quick?”

Yoosung seemed so annoyed and irritated by your mere presence, guiltlessly expressing it in his words, tone and body language. It was a complete turnaround from the sweet boy you had known for the last few weeks. Correction: the sweet boy you thought you had known.

“Nothing important,” you muttered, clenching your fists as tears spilled from your eyes. “I was in love with you. I am in love with you. And I guess I know now that you’ll never feel the same.”

He stared back expressionlessly at you. “Love? I’m sorry, but it’s impossible for me to ever like you back. You’re really far off from my type,” he laughed as if it was a joke.

You couldn’t figure out what the hell was so funny. He was laughing at the way you had felt for him for months. He was laughing at the feelings you had cherished. He was laughing at you.

And it only smashed what remained of your heart to smithereens.

He was never in love with you.

Zen

From the moment you first met him, he’d been flirty and welcoming to you. He was always protective of you in the chatrooms, and he called you often to check up on you, asking things like:

“MC, have you eaten today? I hope you’re taking care of yourself properly, I’ll get worried, you know…”

“Hey… Can you see the moon from where you are? When you look at the moon at night, I want you to think of me… watching over you like your very own guardian angel. If you ever need anything, you know that I’m here right?”

“Do I need to beat up Jumin for you?! He was being way too insensitive just now!”

Naturally, you felt gravitated to Zen. He made you feel so… secure. He was always offering to help you, talking with you late at night, comforting you when you were sad… He made you feel so damn special. He sure didn’t treat Jaehee like this, and you took quiet, guilty pride in that.

A week after you realized that you had fallen in love with him—his caring personality, his deep thoughts, his laugh, his passion for acting… his everything—he asked you out on a date.

You almost screamed into your pillow from excitement. Did he like you back?! Could Zen possibly return your feelings?

You waited for him in the cafe, your eyes anxiously searching for his figure. You had taken 3 hours to braid your own hair (with great difficulty), and chose the perfect outfit to meet with him for the date. You waited 2 hours for him, sitting all alone. But he never came.

You dialled his phone number, wondering if he was stuck in traffic or late from rehearsals. He picked up on the second tone, drunkenly answering, “Mmn… hello, who’s this?”

“Um, Zen? It’s me, MC… did something happen? I’m still waiting…”

He howled in laughter, sounding like he was really enjoying himself. “You’re still waiting?! What the fuck, woman, what makes you think you’re anything special to me? I was only betting with my friend that I could make you fall for me. I can’t believe you fell for it so easily.”

He continued to laugh, finding it absolutely hilarious that you believed his nice guy act. He had purposely stood you up. Rather, he never intended to come in the first place.

His words were like a slap to your face. It was obvious now.

Zen didn’t care about you at all.

You stayed quiet, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of knowing that you were actually crying right now.

You had wasted so much time on him. All because you liked him, and because you thought he could even possibly like you back.

“Helloooo? Are you still there?” he hiccupped.

You couldn’t answer, holding back your sobs.

“Oh right, anyway, thanks for helping me win the bet. Haha, byeee!”

“Yeah. No problem. Anything for you, Zen,” you weakly replied, sarcasm hidden in your undertone.

But it was true. You would have done anything for him. He’d just never do the same for you.

Jumin

From the start, you’d been attracted to his unique sense of humour, awkward personality, and passion for cats. Not to mention, he was pretty fucking rich.

Although you weren’t after him for the money, you had to admit, it was part of what interested you at first. Emphasis on “at first.”

After spending evenings at fancy dinners with him, long nights drinking in bars after work hours, and occasionally messaging each other every day possible… you realized how much more there was to Jumin than you’d originally thought.

Although he seemed carefree and pushed all the tasks to Jaehee, he actually drowned himself in work for hours as well. When you spent time together, he would always be jotting down notes and reading printed documents as he conversed with you—he was probably used to it from discussing business deals all the time.

Not to mention, he was very attached to his cat because he didn’t have the time nor opportunity to interact with anyone that wasn’t trying to conduct business with him. You could feel your own heart hurt for him, realizing how lonely he must be.

Not to mention the fact that there were many young men (such as Zen,) who thought of Jumin as a rich snob, and was against the idea of being friendly. You could only imagine how rejected Jumin must feel, despite acting nonchalant every time.

Your heart and mind was consumed with thoughts of Jumin, of how he felt, of how he was suffering… You yearned to know him better, and you found yourself being more eager than ever in your conversations and nights out together.

One night, you finally brought up the courage to bring up the topic of himself. Excited to share your opinion, you said, “You know, I completely understand that you must feel lonely and all, even though you never mention it! It must suck that nobody understands you… You’re always working so hard, and nobody ever acknowledges it, but I know that-“

He paused mid-sip from his wine, then slowly put the glass down. “MC.” His voice was cold, stern and almost tired. “Why are you saying this?”

You blushed. “Well… I mean… I guess I’ve fallen in love with you,” you whispered, looking shyly into your lap. “I’ve learned so much about you over all this time, and-“

He scoffs, eyes hardening into a glare. “MC… Do you really believe that you know me?” he asks, shaking his head in disbelief. “Everything that you just said… is it not simply your idea of me? You’re not in love with me, MC. You’re in love with the ideal version of me that you’ve created in your own head. Could you be any more delusional and hypocritical when you say that no one understands me? You don’t know me either, MC. Don’t fool yourself otherwise.”

You return his glare with a pleading gaze. “That’s not it, Jumin! I really do understand! I’m not assuming, but it’s just what I’ve realized after spending so much time with you-“

Again, he cut you off. He seemed to be doing that a lot today.

“I only spent time with you to ensure that you would remain subservient to the RFA. Our meetings were like business to me, MC.”

He stood up, turning to leave you alone at the table. A lone $100 bill was all that sat with you.

Seven

This kid was absolutely hilarious! He took on such a cheerful persona in the chatrooms, cracking jokes at random and spamming memes everywhere. But he really did make you laugh.

On days when you felt gloomy, tired of every little thing that was happening in your life, and overall upset, Seven managed to cheer you up, sending you cute texts. They ranged from, “Your Defender of Justice, SEVEN OH SEVEN, will protect your happiness!!” to pictures of his own cosplay, where he attempted (attempted.) to look seductive.

He quickly gained a special place in your heart. Not everyone managed to cheer you up just like that.

One day after the RFA party, Seven invited everyone to the zoo. During the trip, you kept trying to get closer to him, standing near him as you pretended to be awed by the penguins… ‘accidentally’ bumping into him… lying that you didn’t have money to buy a drink and asking to share…

(Although, FYI, that last one didn’t work. Why? Well, the trust fund kid was there, duh.)

Seven drove you and Yoosung home, considering Zen took his motorcycle, and Jaehee tagged along with Jumin to return to the office. After Yoosung left, you were nervous to be alone with the man that you’d grown feelings for.

Almost as if reading your mind, Seven broke the silence, “MC. I’m not suggesting that this is possible, but if you think that you have any sort of feelings for me, please forget it. I… will never fall in love.”

You stared at him quietly, unsure what to say. You hadn’t been TOO obvious in expressing your feelings… you’d really as subtle as subtle could get!

Instead, you opted for, “I don’t get what you’re talking about?”

He glanced at you from the side before turning his eyes back to the road. “You can ignore what I’m saying if you haven’t had any weird thoughts about us being anything more than friends. But otherwise, just be aware that I’ll never fall in love with anyone okay? This isn’t some crappy fairytale. It’s real life, and you’re not going to waltz into my life and change it.”

You nodded slowly, avoiding looking in his direction. “Uhm, yeah…” you awkwardly responded, voice barely above a whisper.

What the hell were you supposed to say? You’d been rejected before you even had the chance to confess. Haha. Ahaha.

The tears welled up in your eyes before you knew it. But you couldn’t let him see. At the very least, you wouldn’t let him know how his words had affected you. You wouldn’t let him know that you actually had fallen in love with him, that his warning came too late.

You wouldn’t allow yourself to ruin the friendship between you two. Seven was too important to you.

You dashed out of his car as soon as he pulled over on your street, not even daring to say goodbye.

PART 2: [Here]

My D&D game (first session happens on Friday! two days away!) had four players when I woke up this morning, and now suddenly it’s seven? I had to put my foot down and say we’re sticking to four for at least a few sessions because holy crap, man, give me a sec to breathe here, but mainly because we have two people who have never played the game before and both of them were extremely quiet and withdrawn and overwhelmed even during character creation, so throwing a bunch of extra D&D veterans into the mix is not gonna be conducive to getting them to give it a shot.

why is every ““smart character”” always listening to classical music like don’t get me wrong there are plenty of bangers out there but i’m also remembering the fact that i work with some very smart people and if you think we don’t know all the words to the entirely of the lonely island’s discography you’re mistaken

You’re my player 1

I remember meeting you. The second day of kindergarten. You were the happiest girl that I had ever met. You introduced yourself as Mikayla Mell, video game enthusiast and secret wizard. I knew right away that we would make good friends.



The summer before 6th grade, you had told me you didn’t like your name. You said you wanted to change it to something more fitting. You chose Michael. I called you that, but some other people still called you Mikayla. Simply because, “you were a girl” and “Michael was a boy’s name”


Seventh grade, you had come to my house crying. We went upstairs to my bedroom and you had told me everything. “I don’t wanna be a girl anymore, Jer” you had said, tears streaming down your face. I hugged you, and you cried on my shoulder. “Then you aren’t” I had told you. “If you wanna be a guy, then you’re a guy and no one. And I mean, No one can tell you otherwise.” I had pulled away from the hug and kissed your cheek gently. “You be whatever you want, Michael.” And you had smiled. For the first time in a while, you had genuinely smiled.


Freshman year. We were closer than ever. Everyone knew you as, “Michael Mell. Jeremy Heere’s boyfriend.” Even though we weren’t dating, I remember how flustered we would always get. But to be honest it kind of made me happy. People saw you as a guy. And that’s all you wanted.


Junior year of highschool. The year that I messed up almost everything. Thanks to the SQUIP, I almost lossed my best friend. I was so caught up in “being cool” and “having friends” that I didn’t realize you were the only friend I needed. I had shoved you aside, called you a loser. Out of everything, I regret that the most. But you were there for me. Because after everything I had done to you, I was still important to you. Why? I have no clue. All I know, is that I almost lost you. And I’m so glad I didn’t.


Senior year, one of the best years. After me and Christine broke up, I was a pathetic mess. But once again, you took me under your wing, and you helped me. That’s the year I officially fell in love. About 7 months into the school year, and two months after the break up I pulled you aside. I asked you to be my boyfriend. It reminded me of the first day I met you, because you were the happiest boy I had ever seen. You said yes with the biggest grin on your face.


We ended up going to the same college, which was the best thing ever. We were dorm roommates for the first year and lived together in an apartment for the rest. The first time we both got drunk in college, we had sex. I remember us waking up and you thinking you were pregnant. You weren’t, but it definitely scared the both of us.


I remember the first time you said “I love you” I was so shocked but immediately said it back.


He sat in the living room, the paused movie in the background.


“We graduated college, and decided to move into together once again. Which brings us to where we are now.”


I fumbled with the velvet box in my pocket.


“18 years of friendship.” I started. “5 years of dating, and a million words that couldn’t begin to describe how much I love you” I pulled the box out, getting on one knee. “Michael Matthew Mell. Will you do me the honor, and be my player one?”



He covered his mouth, tears streaming down is face. He sat there, speechless. He nodded with enthusiasm as I stood back up. I felt his lips against mine as we shared a sloppy kiss. I took the ring and slid it on his finger. Michael grinned, tears still falling from his eyes. “I love you..” He said through happy cries. I kissed him once again. “I know” I grinned. “I love you too”

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I’m really, desperately sorry for being so slow with art and writing and everything lately. October kind of kicked my face in, and November promises to be stressful as well as I have another paper due later this month. But, I haven’t abandoned the fandom, and I will do my best to continue to create content in what spare time I have.

That being said, I do have a couple pictures to put up that I’ve been meaning to scan for nearly a week now. XD The first one was basically my wanting to draw Deborah in her bunny outfit, and largely based off a fairly funny moment from one of GhostWolf’s streams I was part of last week. (I was the Deborah in the clip there.) Even though Halloween is past, I might try drawing some of the characters in their costumes because I really do like the costumes. That and I need to draw more and that might get me to do so.

The other picture is a bit of brainstorming for a scene I had in mind for the Halloween fic I never got around to writing. Basically, the idea was that Deborah stayed in one of the guest rooms at Tommy’s house during a break from College. When she goes downstairs for breakfast the next morning, Tommy’s a bit non-verbal and just hugs her for a while, with the implication being that he probably had a really bad nightmare about her the previous night. I might repurpose the scene for something else, because it was a really cute idea.

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I love your board game reviews! It's cool to have someone reviewing games who's clearly enthusiastic about the hobby, but not as much into it as the people from The Dice Tower, for example. I think you're hitting a good middle ground between casual board gamer and expert. I'm just sorry that your board game reviews seem to get too many hateful comments who don't get the difference between a review copy and a paid promotion...

Glad you enjoy them.  I don’t give a shit about comments, I make the board game reviews because I LOVE board games (they’re probably the hobby I’m most into currently).  But yeah, I don’t get paid for them, and I also tell the board game companies that they have to be okay with me being completely honest about the game (whether I like it or not), and all of them have been cool with that.

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