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So, this is the end of my little series, I hoped anyone who read it enjoyed it and got something out of it, even if it was just a little laugh at my ridiculous series 😄

I don't exactly know how to end this, but I guess I'll have a little update here to explain where the story is currently.

So, as of 3/19/24 I haven't worked on this story one bit. It's not that I've abandoned it, but with being an adult, I can't spend my time working on it like I want to. Also, for me motivation is a big issue so I usually end up not working on anything because I feel discouraged.

I'm in a decent headspace now so perhaps I'll find the time to work on it.

Outside of that, I do have everything planned and can say the story only gets more ridiculous as it goes on. A sneak peak into book 5 is that they end up going into a dimension rift where the world is set in the fifties and mafia gangs rule the streets.

Yes, this is a real plot point.

So, for now, that's it and I hope there's more to the story for anyone who might be interested!

Thanks for reading as always~🍂

May we interest you in some drabble of how the 3 Seasons boys each hold your hand? 👉👈

Written for warmups as vanade jumps back into outlining Briar's route! Text versions included as image descriptions on each picture, and included below the cut.

Holding your hand: Yuto Edition

Yuto reaches for your hand with hesitance—even now that you're together—as if he's afraid to let himself touch you... Afraid his cool skin might make you flinch away instinctively. He knows you don't mind, but it's a tough habit to break. You find it cute though, how his pinky finger interlocks with yours in quiet silence, wordlessly seeking your consent. You don't need to look at him to know his gaze is averted, the tips of his ears flushed a soft pink, peaking out from his long white hair. You slip your hand into his, intertwining your fingers with a gentle squeeze. He returns your gesture with a firmer grip, the way you'd hold on to something precious you dare not lose.

Holding your hand: Sol Edition

Sol's hand finds yours with such natural confidence. His palm is rough from constant time spent outdoors, and his lightly calloused thumb runs over the back of your hand unconsciously even as he chatters at you about something irrelevant. He tugs you along like an excited kid, his grip sometimes loosening in his excitement to show you things. Every now and then though, something he sees or says will remind him of you—you catch the glint of affection in his eyes as he squeezes your hand, a silent gesture of gratitude that you're with him.

Holding your hand: Rye Edition

Rye's fingers intertwine with yours slowly, assuredly. He enjoys this act and display of intimacy: the symbolism of your bond through physical touch. He doesn't hesitate in the slightest... if anything, his slow and deliberate gesture loudly signals his confidence and his love of romantic actions. It's his own way of communicating to you the thrill and happiness that being in love with you has given him… the ability to shower affection on his own special someone.

Random dead wip

A swing and a tap Swing and tap I got sucked in a TV and I went splat When my head came up I saw his face The face that I assumed was doom It was the devil Or at least what I they taught was But he told me something He told me "I know you can help me" And that's my eyes were blinded Indeed, it was too bright. If this was uptopia it didn't feel like it Was I siding with the devil? Or was I exposing the truth? Well, I won't know unless I take his hand. After all, I don't have a soul to lose.

So, this is a random poem(?) that popped in my head about a super old wip of mine. The story is about a young girl in the 40s or 50s who gets sucked into a TV by a cartoon villain (who I just call the Devil) and he insists on getting her help to fix his world. His world is crumbling because the good guys are actually destroying the foundation of their world by ridding the world of every evil imaginable.

Half the story was suppose to take place in the cartoon world and the other half was going to be in the real world with the Devil helping the MC in her world since the exact opposite is happening. They end up agreeing to do evil to stop evil in the real world.

too bad I can't bring myself to write this cool idea

Snippit Saturday [3]

From: Tales That Were Lived

Looking out, Cassie saw Tachi making his way through the dancers and over to where she was. No one else was even in this area so it only made sense to assume he must have been coming over to see her.

Quana was raging inside of Cassie at the bullying her human half faced and this feeling was only met with Cassie’s own emotions as she stared Lia in the face.

“You better tell him you’re not interested and that someone else wants to talk to him, okay?”

Cassie kept her mouth shut, but once her arm was let go, Lia and her friends quickly walked off away from the area. Cassie didn’t even sit back down.

“The hell is their problem?”

“Quana… relax, okay?”

“Relax? How do you expect me to do that?”

Tachi made his way over with a smile on his face.

“Because we’re leaving.”

His smile slightly faded. “Oh, you are? Well, can I at least walk you out?”

“Why?” She asked.

“Just because I don’t feel right leaving you. I tried to find you earlier, but I’m okay just walking you out.”

Cassie shook her head. “No, that’s okay.”

“You sure?”

“I’m sure…” Her voice trailed, but she remained looking at Tachi.

Cassie felt her heart beating rapidly again. She wasn't upset she was being bullied, she was upset that the entire night people had been giving her attention for reasons she disliked. One for being dressed up and two because of jealousy.

Was she so irrelevant on her own…? Her only means of respect was on the arm of a boy or in the eyes of suitors. She did have her own strength and Tachi or her clothes weren’t the gauge of what she could and couldn't do.

The girls had awakened something deep within Cassie and she felt as if she needed to prove herself now.

So, her mind was made up.

"Cassie? You're really warm." Quana now had a quiver in her voice.

Cassie didn't respond. She took Tachi’s hand and pulled him over to a more crowded area. The small clearing on the dance floor made them more visible to anyone who happened to be looking their way.

"Hey, what are you-"

Cassie wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him down. There was only a split second where Tachi couldn't tell what was happening, but the second he felt her lips on his, the rest moved as suited. He was only shocked for a second, as this didn’t feel like the Cassie he was so used to. As they kissed, it didn’t occur to him that that this was the shy girl who barely made eye contact with him. This felt like any other kiss he had and he was eager for more.

Despite the teachers watching out for this exact thing, they—alongside the others making out—were left to do what they wanted. Being vastly different heights, Tachi was leaning down quite a bit to reach Cassie, her own body stretched to ease the difference; but at some point, Tachi pulled Cassie upward a bit, her delicate flats almost lifting off the ground.

Cassie's own hands moved through his hair, making the intentionally messy look he came with more mangled. Tachi's hands were more experienced and brought her body closer to his, but the moment she felt him against her, she pulled away; leaving him wanting more.

This wasn’t the dream moment her memories would hold onto, no, this was a testament to her ability to do what she knew she always could. When the realization hit her that she was actually kissing, Tachi she started to move away.

“I'm going home,” she said, her lips barely ghosting his.

Tachi’s eyes opened, breaking the moment, but Cassie slipped out of his grasp before he could stop her.

“Hey, wait.” Tachi’s shoulders were grabbed. He was pulled back by a few members of the baseball team.

"Dude, is this your way of saying she's yours?"

"You never do anything like that at school!"

"That shy girl's a freak!"

Despite being clamored, he was able to get out of the group, run out of the room and into the hallway looking for Cassie. Knowing he probably wasn't going to find her, he tried to feel around for Quana and found where they were headed.

With fast steps, he jogged over to the back of the school. He was just able to catch Cassie before she exited through the back entrance.

"Cassie!" He yelled, which made her stop.

Right as he was about to get closer, it was like a wall appeared in front of him and he could no longer move.

Cassie let out a small sigh. "I told you I'm going home, just stay here and have fun."

Tachi couldn’t understand why he couldn’t move, but it was like his body and mind were fighting against one another and he remained standing there while Cassie continued to walk out of the school...

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So this is also a character I made the same night I made Jubell.

They're not related, but it's amazing how me being annoyed allows me to create exactly what I was looking for.

So this is Nythan (pronounced exactly like Nathan), and he's a big emo boi!

He's one of characters in a new story I'm making and because I was able to draw this, I'll share a bit abiut him and the story.

This is connected to my worldbuilding post about a really weird planet I made. So, read that if you wanna know a bit more.

As for him, I can't say too much as it'll spoil his role in the story, but he's suppose to be very apprehensive towards everyone. I always love writing characters like this because I get to be an annoying asshole on purpose.

I actually wasn't sure I was gonna be able to draw his hair how I wanted because I'm learning how to draw afro styles and I'm not the best at many of them or any at all. This came out perfect though and I'm extremely happy that I got the look for him I wanted!

Also, I actually based him off of the protag from Persona 3, Makoto(?) (I recently played Persona 5 Royal and pretty much fell in love with his design in the challenge battles).

He's also suppose to be very edgy like Shadow the Hedgehog because I have yet to write a character like that.

Once I have more of the story done, I'll share some more!

🍂