#destinycaught

[piaartcorner]

ko-fi reward for @destinycaught i hOPE YOU LIKE IT AAAAAAAAAAAAAA

[tenebres-champ-moved]

🔥 Uhh shit um. Angst?

Brûlez un cierge car ça va chauffer par ici ► accepting

angst just for the sake of angst and shock value is boring.

Angst should be used for character development. Seeing a character constantly struggling and suffering and nothing else becomes old pretty quickly. You, as a writer, should understand that life isn’t just about suffering, that your character can do … Other stuff ? Than just being sad all the time ? Suffering all the time ? Fighting all the time ? Losing their arm all the time ?

Angst should be used as an outlet for a character’s improvement and the goal is the character finally climbing atop of the mountain and reaching happiness or whatever.

[winnerloser]

🌻 hand it over

i tell you whatever the fuck i want - open

one time when i was a freshman in highschool i got invited to my first party and it was a halloween party

we were playing this game where everyone holds water in their mouths while the one who isn’t says a joke, with the intent of making people laugh so hard they can’t hold the water anymore and if you accidentally spit/laugh you lose etc.

anyway it was my turn to tell a joke, and i had been drafting up one with a really really long setup in my notes

except when they called on me, the only thing that was missing is the punchline. i didn’t have any punchline. the intent of the joke was that the setup was supposed to be really gruesome with people not really being phased/thinking “what this isnt funny at all”, only for the punchline to hit them and for everyone to laugh at the very end. but… oh well, right? i just went with what I had.

it was this monologue about this man being very injured and in the hospital, but i couldn’t even get through HALFWAY without someone losing their shit over “i broke every bone in my body” or “i was 21 when it all happened.” like i literally didn’t know what the fuck was so funny about it but i wasnt even a THIRD into it and someone always spat.

and every time someone did, i started from the beginning. this happened more than 10 times, at LEAST. the entire floor was drenched. everyone was sitting on furniture and couldn’t move because there was nowhere to step. it was mouthwater everywhere. people were yelling at me to just end it. i was starting to panic because holy shit i cant THINK of any punchline that would be funny enough to make up for this.  then one time i said “bone transplant” and this guy sitting on the stairs… threw up. and then he said “im an alcoholic but this is the first time ive thrown up in years.” and then someone else threw up bc he threw up.

people are literally yelling at me to just say the punchline so they could get it over with and clean up the room. the host of the party made this really elaborate pikachu costume that was like those ones u see in the vine with the japanese pikachu dancers except it was ruined because someone barfed on it. so i finally get to the part where the doctor comes in … and the punchline was

“tiiime fow suwgewy! (´｡• ω •｡`)“

and then everyone went “ohhhhhhhhh hahaha” very unenthusiastically and kicked me out to clean. i stood out in the hallway & basically i ruined the party w my shit joke

& that was the story of my first and last halloween party. it was all in good humor afterwards like it became an inside joke/story w all the people who were there but at the same time i was banned from going to the host’s house ever again and i think their parents hated me

[gildedcrown]

@destinycaught​ replied to your post: she!!!

extends hand: Give.

“I’m totally the cutest out of all of us, let’s be real!”

[noiretabby]

Who are YOU? ? ? ? :O

Muses blasting from the past

❝ Who, me? No one special, just your average company man – except, not really. I’ve got ambitions, big ones. Sacrificed a lot to get here, backstabbed even more people just to get even a chance at a promotion, but that’s just the reality of working at Hyperion. ❞ 

He slicked back his gelled hair with his organic hand, and fiddled with something holographic with his cybernetic arm. 

❝ The thing’s not for show, by the way. Latest cybernetics that the engineers whipped up when they’re weren’t busy. There isn’t a damn thing I wouldn’t sacrifice to get to the top. Cept - maybe my life - and maybe some friends. Especially the one who works in accounting. ❞

// rhys shut up you talk too much— ANYWAY this is my second muse I was really serious with (i think there were like 10 or so blogs between gamagori and rhys). man those were the days

[gcttacatchemall]

✧ Do they spy with their little eye... Bulu~?

[aetherintern]

 “ GALARIAN MEOWTH ARE INVADING THE ALOLA REGION! INVASIVE SPECIES ALERT! INVASIVE SPECIEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSS! “

[destinybattled]

“I did not,” it’s an immediate protest, waving a hand to placate the other.  “Please don’t wipe my face with your napkin put that thing down.” And he, like the ever-eloquent and graceful adult that he is, just used his hand to wipe his face. “I’ve got a busy schedule to keep up, you know!” A fork was waved about, to try and emphasize his point. Thankfully, nothing was on the fork so nothing went flying across the room. 

He’d run to Motostoke this morning, since the two of them had planned on having lunch together (it was written into his schedule, thank goodness. If poor Rotom didn’t tell him what was going on, he’d miss 99% of his appointments. The only things he remembered to do usually had to do with promises he made to his pokemon. Like he’d ever forget flower crown making with Skye??). Really, things had just sort of all run together. He had eaten a short breakfast, but it was at around 5 am ( 4:30? Time wasn’t his strong suit ) so it’d just been a while. Especially since he’d been active most of the day since that. He had more planned in the afternoon too, and every once in a while his eyes strayed towards rotom, who was resting on the table and simply leaving the screen on the phone on to show the time. 

A grin took over his face moments later, though, wide and mischievous. “Yanno Kabu,” every once in a while he found himself calling the other dad, but he couldn’t quantify what inside of him made it impossible to, in some semblance, make it a more permanent title. “This wouldn’t be a problem if you weren’t so short?? Maybe you should be drinking more milk? Maybe you’ve been skipping breakfast!” An accusatory point of his finger was lobbed at Kabu, Raihan’s eyes widening.

@destinycaught​