#slowly

Friendly reminder, I just want to say to make sure you all take care.   
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 I been seeing a lot of people talk about how “my games don’t have x like these games” or “idk if people would see my game” or “idk what to do for my first game”. Just a lot of people getting nervous about their work and games. So, I thought I should take it upon myself to make a little post because I just want to help to spread this word out which is. 

Take it easy everyone, like take a deep breath and pause for a real second. I want you to think about. “Why you want to create a game”
Really think about it, what is the reason you want to create this rpg maker game or just what ever you have.

If you conclude because you want to create it, since its fun and you have a fun time making it, or even because you just want to. That should be the reason why you are making your game. Your game should be your game.You shouldn’t care that your game only has one ending, it has a similar trope like another game, it’s not a horror game, the protag looks too old or young, ect. If it fits with the story you are telling that’s all that matters. 

The real reason you want to make this game is to create your story to live, so because of this do what’s best for your story. Do what you enjoy, if you want to create a game with a cat that can talk and makes friends with a ghost. Go do it.

Don’t feel like you need to follow a set path to create your game, if you aren’t hurting anyone or bashing anyone else you should be free with your creativity.

Just please take it easy and don’t bash yourself, you are all doing an amazing job. You are all talented and amazing people which is a reason why this community is amazing, because of how much work you all put in your games. 

Please take breaks and take it easy, I also wish you all the best of luck and nothing for the best for your projects. I know you can do it!  

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She stood in front of the mirror and stared long and hard at her reflection. She put her hand in her hair and ruffled it up and down, pouting her lips and opening her eyes wide. Katya had always been insecure about her looks, but for absolutely no reason, since she was a wonderful looking young girl. She was 19 years old, had long deadly straight shoulder length brown hair and tanned skin, inherited from the Portuguese side of her family, her mother’s side.

It was her first date with Mark, who had asked her out in a café the previous week. She had been sitting there reading over some law books for an upcoming exam and he had come over, asked if he could sit with her and they had started chatting. He had asked for her number and after exchanging some texts, they had decided to meet. He was a nice looking guy and it wasn’t as if she had anything better to do on a Friday night. Her Friday nights had been doomed to studying law books and it enraged her that her social life had developed into such a state of nothingness.

Katya blew a kiss to her parents and left the front door, swinging her keys in her hand as she did so. Outside Mark sat in his car, the music blasting, he smoked a cigarette and when he saw her slender body making its way down the driveway towards him, he flicked it out of the window and watched it land on the pavement.

She jumped in and smiled at him “Hi you” she giggled, her strawberry scented perfume filling the car. She was wearing a white dress and underneath thick black tights, which showed perfectly the curves of her wonderful young body. Mark couldn’t take his eyes off her.

After a dinner, a bottle of wine and a long conversation in the local Italian, Mark drove her back to her place. Her parents had gone out for the evening and she asked if he would like to come in. He smiled and agreed.

Inside he took a seat on the sofa and ushered her over to sit next to him. Shy turned a slight shade of red and shyly came over and took a seat on the corner of the sofa. He leaned forward and kissed her. She barely responded, nerves getting the better of her.

“Come on, Katya” he said emphatically.

“I’m just… I’m just a bit new to this” she laughed nervously, looking down at the sofa, studying the patterned pillows.

He slipped a hand underneath her dress and pressed against her tight covered crotch. She gasped and jumped backwards, shocked at how rapidly he had come on to her.

“Woah, woah!” she laughed.

“It’s that time of the month I’m afraid!” she said. She turned an even deeper shade of red from embarrassment about having blurted that out.

“Then maybe you’ll show me your cute little arse?” He asked cheekily.

She burst out laughing and gave him an expression of “Are you mad?”

He looked at her lustily and asked her to turn over, pull up her dress and lie face down on the sofa. She looked at him astonished. Was he being serious? She didn’t know what to do or say. She was so caught in the moment that she turned and nervously lay down on the sofa, hitching up the back of her cute white dress, exposing her behind covered in the thick black tights she had bought and put on before coming out this evening.

Mark smiled at her and placed a hand on her arse. He slowly pulled down her black tights and with it the light green panties she was wearing. He could hear her gasping in shock. She was almost paralysed in the moment. He spread her arse cheeks apart with two hands and stared in admiration at her cute little arsehole. He licked a finger and ran it around the pink hole which was now winking at him. She moaned in pleasure, completely overcome by the moment. He slipped a finger inside her arsehole and she tightened up and gasped… “Uhhhh god….” She moaned.

Mark moved his hand down to his belt and unhooked it…. He was going to finish this job properly…

Katja turned her head, looked up at him and a look of shock spread across her face. He reached for belt, unbuckled it and slid it off his trousers, slowly. He put his penis at the entrance of her wonderfully tight little arsehole and pressed… She seized up and shouted “Woah woah woah, stop!!!” He whispered in her ear “Go with it Katya”…. “Just go with it”….

His cock eased slowly into her tight arsehole and he moaned as he felt the tight sphincter walls close in around his shaft. At this point, Katya was gasping, holding the side of the sofa and moaning into a pillow. He pushed until he was almost up to his balls inside her virgin arse and then slowly pulled back out again.  She turned and looked at him and he had a pure lust in his eyes. He wanted her so badly. He showed her his cock, which was rock hard, bouncing up and down in front of her face, glistening from the pre-cum which had oozed out as he had explored the inside of her wonderful arse. He spread her arse again and placed his cock at the entrance, pushing himself in this time faster, right up to his balls. She gasped again and her knuckles turned white as she grabbed one of the pillows. He began a rhythmic in and out motion, his balls slapping away on her arse-cheeks as she moaned in a mixture or pleasure and shock…. Thrusting her hips and arse up into the air….

- it’s ok if you accomplish things “more slowly” than other people

- it’s ok if you find difficulty in what others consider “easy”

- it’s ok if you fall behind, you will still reach your destination

- it’s ok to take life at your own pace

[Image 1 Description:  A Crowd of people, all colored blue, with the label “Interneters” on them. To the left of the crowd a young man stands out. He is a repeat character. We’ll call him “The Interneter.” He has dark brown skin, short light blue dread-locks. He wears a burgundy colored hoodie, a dark teal V-neck shirt, and dark bluish-grey jeans.
The Interneter says “You never told us what a "Spoonie” is.“

To the middle right is Rachel, we can only see to the bottom of her shirt for now. (She has pale white skin, short and messy blonde hair, teal shirt with ferns printed on each side, Maroon shorts, light cyan thigh-high stocking with cut outs of leaves on them, maroon shoes).
Rachel, smiling wearily, looking right at us, holding her index finger up:”Well, you could just google it. But hey, what the heck? Why pass up an opportunity to be the first person who tells you what it means?“ 

We see Rachel again on the lower left side, smiling while raising an eyebrow, holding her left hand to her face, and her right hand out towards us: "Ya  ready?” 

The crowd lines the bottom of the image. The Interneter stands in the middle, with a speech bubble above “Yes.”and a speech bubble to his bottom right, “That’s why we asked.”]

[Image 2 Description: There is a lavender square at the top of this image, on it is the text: 
“Spoonie” comes from a disability metaphor first described in a 2003 essay by christine miserandino called “The Spoon Theory” in which she tells the story of trying to explain to a friend what it feels like to have lupus, using spoons as visual representation of her daily energy. She actually handed her friend a bouquet of spoons and said: “

Below Christine, a white woman with long brunette hair, a white headband, purple dress shirt and jeans, holds out a sparkling bouquet of spoons saying "Here you go”. 

Below this we see her down on one knee. To her right her friend, female, brown skin, long braided dark brunette hair with a reddish tint, blue over-all dress, and teal leggings, sits on a stool holding the spoons Christine handed her.

“You have Lupus.” Christine says, to which her friend nervously responds “Haha, whaaat?…… Please explain.”]

[Image 3 Description:Another lander square fills the top of this image, on it is a quote from Christine's Essay, 
“Most people start  the day with unlimited amounts of possibilities- energy to do whatever they desire…for the most part, they do not need to worry about the effects of their actions…I wanted something for her to actually hold, for me to then take away. If I was in control of taking away the spoons, then she would know what it feels like to have something else being in control.” 

Below Christine sits alone, her legs “criss-cross”. She is smiling at us and holds a giant spoon. Around her are little blurbs in purple text, “Might actually own a giant spoon” “Has done awesome advocacy work” “Read more at butyoudontlooksick.com (if you want to)”]

[Image 4 Description: a chart titled “How Spoon Theory Works”. A single spoon equals a unit of energy that a person can use safely. On the left is “spoon cost per activities” on the right is icons to show the activities.

1 spoon; Getting out of bed, taking medications, changing clothes. 2 spoons; Watching a tv show, a microwavable meal, using the internet.3 spoons; Enagaing in a small activity like art, cleaning something, making a meal that required stove or oven.4 spoons; Taking a shower, leaving your home, socializing.

Narration text: Why use it? I’ll let this quote by a doctor who was originally using buckets of water (???) with patients explain.
“Using analogies and/or metaphors…can help clinicians and patients’ loved ones get a better understanding of the impact of specific activities on a patient.” (John Hopkins Neurologist Scott Newsome, DO, on the topic of “Spoon Theory”)]

[Image 5 Description: The Interneter is looking worried, sweating. He says to Rachel,

“Oh wait, so I have major depression disorder, insomnia, and ADHD. During my last episode, I was barely able to make it to one class a day, and maybe get one meal. My insomnia felt uncontrollable. I ran out of mental brain power for my classes, but I still attempted as much class work as I could, even if my brain couldn’t fully show up. Don’t get me wrong- I still tried, so hard. Even if I was too depressed to feel things like ‘normal’ I still wanted to be embracing my college life. I feel like spoon theory would have really helped me in times like those. Especially since I haven’t found an antidepressant that works on me yet. I know it’s not like what you go through, like chronic physical illness. I wouldn’t want to make less of your experience or appropriate this term. I’m just wondering if-”

 Rachel, looking calm, finding The Interneter endearing and smiling slightly, “Your experiences are just as valid and the level of impact your depression has absolutely qualifies you as a spoonie.”]

[Image 6 Description: Narration text  “Today  a spoonie is someone with a condition that causes limited amounts of physical and/or cognitive energy, such as chronic illness, mental illness, or disability. It’s also used by neurodivergents who deal with persistent energy limitations.”

Below sits 4 girls all smiling, waving, and looking at us, left to right; The first girl has an average frame, tan skin, long navy blue hair, a maroon hat, faded pink pants, a blue/purple/lavender striped shirt, and cutting scar on her arms. Second girl is Kitt, she was in another comic, she has a plus sized frame, dark brown skin, shoulder length curly/dark brown hair. she wears a teal dress with white strips, a waist long blue jacket, blue shoes, her left left is a purple prosthetic. Third girl, she is Asian, very light but still tan skin, with black hair in cut in a pixie style. She has on a white sweat shirt that has lavender sleeves and a salmon color at the bottom, in the center is the rainbow infinity sign for neurodivergence. She has on mint pants and wear white and salmon colored sneakers. On the floor below them sits Rachel. 

Narrative text "Not all of us are literally measuring out energy in terms of spoons, but having such a metaphor is extremely helpful.“]

[Image 7 Description: Narrative text "Spoon Theory embraces acknowledgment of a condition’s control, which is weirdly liberating because this reminds a person:”

Girl number 3 is on the right is whispering to The Interneter “Lack of control isn’t proof of personal weakness. You don’t have to beat yourself up for experiencing your condition.” 

“I know that…” the interneter says shyly, blushing and smiling.

“Do you though?” Rachel says from the left.

Below her is girl number one. “Do u? I’ve been doing this for 13 years and even I forget sometimes.”]

[Image 8 Description: Narrative text “For young people in particular, spoonie is the first word a person may use when starting to rewrite what their life with their condition could look like.”

The Interneter lays flat on his bed, we see him from the side looking hopeful “Having to live life this way isn’t easy, but I want to make it work.”

Below we see he is centered on his bed holding 1 spoon, “especially since I’m still having that episode of depression.” On the right side his words continue “I didn’t say anything because I was afraid of messing up the flow of the comic.”]

[Image 9 Description: Narrative text “Spoons can be a silly thing to associate with possibly not having enough energy to manage basic survival activities, which is one reason some don’t bother using the term at all. Still, it’s easier to say,”

A woman, standing in the center of the image with a long purple dress, short brunette hair, and a purple walking cane, holds a hand to her chest smiling “I’m a spoonie!”

To her left is a large man all in red, hand on his hips smiling, “My own experiences of feeling tired helps me empathize with you. You make me feel validated.”

To her right is a little girl colored pink “Spoons are good!”

Next to her is a woman in maroon “Such a cute and positive take!”

At the bottom of the image narrative text says “Rather than bring folk’s moods down with-”]

[Image 10 description:  “My body is disabled! Living an existence with a condition that is unpredictable and invisible sometimes breaks my brain! Please don’t shut me out until I’m "Fixed”. Just respect my limits.“
Rachel says, now in the center of the people instead of the purple-dressed spoonie. She sits in her wheelchair with legs up, holding her arms out, her expression is crying yet smiling.

The large man to her left has his arms folded, now very uneasy "How do I tell apart your "disability” from excuses, self pity, and faking stuff? And who sits in a wheelchair like that?“

On the right the little pink girl is crying, her maroon mother bending down to hold her. "Isn’t "Disabled” bad?“ the girl ask.

Her mother responding ”Nothing we need to worry about, sweetie. There are plenty of programs that think of the disabled so we don’t have to.“

Narrative text, ”Yes. Spoonie can at times feel detached just enough from harsh reality to ease people’s discomforts.“] 

[Image 11 Description: Narrative text:” Perhaps detached enough for misguided normies to think,”

A young woman standing in the center with one hand on her hip and one raised with her index finger pointed upwards says "Hey! I feel like I have limited energy to! I like this "spoons” idea. It will help me be mindful and proactive with my energy! I’m a spoonie now!“

She is white woman with tanned skin, long bleach blonde hair in a pony-tail, wearing grey yoga pants and a green tang top.  On her tang top are the words "Has no condition is just human”.  

To her left Girl number 3, Kitt, and Rachel are huddled looking at the woman.“Don’t-”says girl number 3. “Oh no, wait-” says Kitt. “You’re not one now, but hey, you’ll be one of us eventually. No need to rush.” says Rachel.

On the left is a young hipster male all in orange “You’re just a product of obsessive online health trends.” He calls out. 

Narrative text “Let’s hope it doesn’t turn into the 'snuggie’ of disability lingo.]

[Image 12 description: Narrative Text: ”Now, being disabled by a condition, especially it’s fatigue aspect, doesn’t mix well with the 'hyper-productive’ narrative that today’s society puts out.“ 

A Pinkish-maroon leg with the words 'society that doesn’t fully realize the systemic harm of it’s ableism’ on it, kicks a stick figure of the Interneter high up into the air in a Team Rocket fashion.

 ”Looks like having problems with my human body is causing me to be considered less of a human agaaiinn!!!“ The interneter says, surrounded by anime sparkles. 

Narrative Text ”Still, being active, productive, and accepted by some form of community, lay the foundations for self-confidence and a sense of worth. Contributing online is one way even the most debilitated amount us have managed a version of that foundation.“]

[Image 13 Description: Narrative text: ”Disabled communities are sources of support, love, guidance, and empowerment built upon collaboration, inclusion, and knowledge. They help bring together people with a willingness to listen, because they all know the value in feeling heard.“

Two horizontal rows of a diverse group of people with disabilities, drawn to show them all in bed,  all interacting with each other like the would if the were together in person. Below each person is an awareness ribbon to indicate the condition(s)they have.

 From left to right, top row; A young woman with very dark brown skin, black hair in a bun, is looking concerned and reaching for a young man in the row below her. He is black with slightly lighter skin, very short hair, a 5 o'clock shadow, wearing glasses. He is reach towards her with is left arm, his right arm is curled due to his medical condition. 
Next in the top row, a  Young woman with curly brown hair, tan skin, glasses, and cutting parts on her arms is smiling and being handed a book by a young white male with Downs-Syndrome, he hair short light brown hair and glasses. 
A young woman with tan skin, glasses, wearing a hijab, has a pink prosthetic arm holding a piece of paper, and is using her other arm to hold hands with the person she is smiling/talking with- a thin non-binary with short blue pixie hair and braces on her elbows and right arm. This person is also holding a piece of paper, eyes shut from laughing, with happy tears coming from their eyes.

Bottom row; Next to the young man with dark skin, is a plus-sized woman with white skin, her hair is deep violet in a pixie cut. She is holding a yellow ribbon, looking concerned and speaking a ”?“ as she taps the should of the girl next to her. This girl is Asian with black hair in a short ponytail, she looks back at the woman with the ribbon, her arms are on the back of the next woman, whom she is comforting. This woman has medium dark skin, half her head is shaved, the other is short navy blue dreadlocks. She is curled up and crying, below her is a yellow ribbon next to a purple one. The young man on her left has his left arm around her, and has a sympathetic expression, talking with the woman to try and provide comforting. He has tan skin and short curly brown hair, with short curly brown facial hair. 

Narrative text: ”Spoonies are just one part of this collective, their efforts displaying that a condition’s control isn’t proof of weakness, as if can exist even along side massive amounts of inner strength.“]

ohhh i think i figured out a reason why ingo and dawn would lose their memories

how i’m choosing to interpret the rift is an unstable tear in the fabric of the world that mixes Dialga, Palkia, and Giratina’s domains, with Giratina’s distortion being the main thing that fuels it. the smaller tears that have been cropping up in modern times are connected to the Big Rift due to some time-space fuckery linked to the echoes of Dialga, Palkia, and Giratina’s actions in the past and Cyrus’ attempt at using their powers and Giratina tearing open the world to drag him into theirs in the future/present. basically the ripples from the past synced up to the ripples in present enough amplify them and cause problems.

anyway.

i feel like the distortion of most other legendary’s domains would cause some fucky-wucky stuff for said legend, so getting thrown through such a distortion-heavy rift and being torn from the other parts of your trio- your balancers- as well as being torn from your own time in such an unstable way would probably have negative effects on an Aspect. such as losing memories and maybe make them become somewhat aimless.

Today I went to MeiKoi rehersal!!

I’m all fired up!

“Start”
⇒http://ameblo.jp/kousuke-asuma/entry-12158749102.html …

7:08 AM - 9 May 2016

see that

that’s why he does NOT socialize.
That right there.

People kept reblogging my Batfam art and I was like “damn don’t I have any more recent and like. Better art for people to reblog??” And the answer was NO :”)

Even looking at my art from last summer I’m like “oh no”

Mmm… Monkey