Beneath Their Masks Chapter 28 Is Up!

Beneath Their Masks Chapter 28 is Up!

These should all be up by the end of the year. Just a couple left!

Ann: where are you at in the story?

Makoto: I um…haven’t been going through the story lately. I’m still where I was a few days ago.

Ann: oh gotcha

Makoto: But I have been…what did you call it? Grinding?

Ann: you’ve been grinding for the last couple days?

Futaba: woah…

Ann: what level are you?

Makoto: I think I just hit level 60.

Ann: WHAT

Futaba: makoto has fallen victim to “number go up”

i cant believe how fucking skrunkly morgana looks in this bit from episode 3 of P5A

writers when they’re proofreading their works for the 34th time *find zero mistakes, there’s no typo, no grammatical error. everything looks good. hit the post button*

writers when they’re reading said works after they’ve been published like proud parents *find 52 mistakes at first glance, 38 typos and 14 grammatical errors with a bunch of inconsistencies and plot holes*

The best piece of advice I ever got was not meant as advice, but as an edict. If I was going to threaten people as a joke, it had to be so far out of proportion with what happened that it would be obvious I was joking. This changed how I expressed frustration with others. It then changed how I expressed frustration with myself.

Not “I’m going to hit you” but “I am going to buy a tuna sub from the gas station and hide it under the seat of your car”

Not “I’m going to kill myself” but “I am going to walk into the desert and let the scarabs take me”

The other side then happened. When I mess something up, instead of saying it’s bad and perpetuating negative thoughts, swing hard the other way.

Not “this art is terrible” but “this shall be framed and mounted on the wall in my museum exhibition as testament to the suffering I had to overcome”

Have been doing this since high school. It was my drama teacher who asked me to please stop scaring the actors. The other half of the edict was that I had to say it in a polite tone, and end it with either please or thank you.

Life changing. 10/10 Mr Muëller. Highly reccomend.

my advice to kids on the internet is don't get too attached to your username and absolutely do not blend your offline life with your online presence. you do not want your future self to have any connection to the stuff you are saying and doing right now

you don't have the privilege of every embarrassing thing you said being lost to a defunct bbcode forum like my generation did. please, please leave yourself the opportunity for a clean slate. you'll thank yourself later.

Beneath Their Masks Chapter 26 is Up!

Only a month late. I've got about two chapters left until I'm done, but I figured I ought to post some of the ones I already have ready right now instead of posting them all at once. That's big brain. I think. I dunno. Enjoy?

Having returned from visiting the Niijima sister’s parents at the cemetery, Makoto and Ann joined Sae and Mitsuru for dinner. It was a light affair, consisting of grilled fish and rice, with miso soup on the side. There was also an expensive looking bottle of wine and two wine glasses for Sae and Mitsuru. Sae had protested at opening such a bottle, to which Mitsuru glanced at it and said it wasn’t that expensive. Sae gave her a look that Makoto couldn’t place, and Mitsuru just smiled, pulling the cork out with the corkscrew as she did.

“Mitsuru, you never told me you could cook.” Sae said, surprised at the spread she had prepared.

“It never came up. Just something I picked up when I was in high school. Friends of mine taught me some things here and there after school in our dorm’s kitchen.” Mitsuru said, a content smile on her face. She had her hair up in a high bun, along with an apron with a floral pattern on it, faded from years of countless washings. “That would have been…oh, goodness, eight years ago? Time sure flies, doesn’t it?”