02022020 +1

... was on Sunday. 

Yep. ;D 

02/02/2020

That was the date on Sunday. 

Cool, cool, cool. 

So what’s happening ?! 

Well... uh... 

February 2nd was Groundhog’s Day and Thelma’s birthday. 

Oh my gosh, my baby tuxedo cat is 8 years old! How did this happen?! My baby is growing up so fast! Ahhhhhhhh- :0 

....... anyway. Here is a list of names that will be in the ongoing skit story. 

Hmm...

List of names I don’t think I’ve ever put in a skit before- as characters speaking in the skit: 

• Daniel

• Aeryen 

• Stella

• Jack / (the) Jack 

• ... and of course there’s Dawn 

This integrated skit Duke and skit Fierdan is going to be a little different than the non-skit version of my plans for their integration. 

Random Viewer: Does that mean Jack Daniel’s? 

Me: Uh.... No. 

I’m still not set on a true name for J___ but Jack is one of his nicknames and something like a role he plays. 

“a game of jacks” “play a game with me” 

....... those aren’t quotes or anything. idk why i typed that. 

So yeah. That’s all I wanted to say in this post. See ya. 

psych-

Oh look, it’s now February. Geez, January felt like such a long month. 

*takes a deep breath and sighs* Well, here goes nothing. I’ve been delaying this kind of post for way too long. 

Time for a psychology post. And tying it into my characters. 

And perhaps there’s something more to it..? ;D

...... yeah, no. 

Anyway. Let’s begin, shall we?

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For a while when I wasn’t posting as much, I’ve been thinking of the mental health states of my main story characters. I feel like I update their.. well, disorders I guess you could say, every couple of months. 

I don’t know why I’m obsessed with their possible mental disorders, but I am. I think about them often. 

I’m saying “mental disorders” because not all of them are actually mental illnesses. There are differences. 

*the “The More You Know” rainbow meme thing pops up on my screen, your screen, everyone’s screen* 

Now it’s time to bring up the ongoing skit story. 

Nothing is absolute. Everything is hypothetical. I write skit stories to help organize my thoughts about my characters. And yeah, I mostly just mean Fierdan when I say that. He’s such an interesting character, and I wish I could explain him in a way that gives him justice. 

The Help person is supposed to be a therapist or mental health counselor. In parts of my skits, I’m not sure if I’m doing it on purpose or not anymore. I don’t know if I’m making the Help person be a joke of a therapist, perhaps a parody of one, intentionally or if that character simply just ended up being the way he is. And yes, it’s a male therapist that works with Fierdan and Duke. 

*takes a deep breath and sighs* I think I mentioned it before this skit story as well. Anyway, one theme in this skit story is on integration. I guess I should actually try and explain what I meant by that. 

Integration has many definitions. However, when I’m referring to integration in terms of Duke and Fierdan, I’m basing it vaguely on integration when it comes to DID. No, Fierdan doesn’t have DID (Duke doesn’t either). So no, it’s not the same. It’s not close to being the same. 

The only character in my story that is most likely to have DID is Dawn... and she doesn’t have it. 

Integrated Fierdan, also known as Integrated Danny, is Fierdan (minus Duke) + Duke. 

Duke is his own person. He’s a character separate from Fierdan. He’s a physical person. So.. there’s that. 

Duke, however, is part of Fierdan. Deep down, they’re the same one character. 

I’ve been thinking of it like this: 

• Duke is a version of Fierdan that is the most divergent out of all of the Fierdan versions. 

• Fierdan never had anything close to having an adolescence. In his teenage years, he was being heavily manipulated and frequently abused. Fierdan never went to a high school. Duke fills out that blank space. Duke has something like a typical teenage boy life. Duke goes, I mean went, to high school. 

• Keeping that in mind, Fierdan created Duke. Fierdan is human. Duke, at his core, is not. 

• Anyway, Duke is part of Fierdan’s personality- that got split off when Duke was created. Duke has his own memories and soul. In order for Fierdan to become whole, or at least the most like his original self from the beginning, he has to gain back Duke. In that process, Fierdan gains back Duke’s own memories and soul. As a result, Fierdan becomes integrated. Duke’s soul and memories combine with Fierdan’s, making integrated Fierdan have two souls and sets of memories. 

This sounds complicated. That’s because it is! ;D 

And here is a list of the different versions of Fierdan:

• Baby Daniel (Fierdan’s birth name is Daniel)

• Kid Danny (he doesn’t like being called Daniel so he insists on being called Danny instead)

• Kid Fierdan (when he first changed his name after leaving his home against his will with Dawn... blah blah blah all that messed up stuff)

• Teenage Fierdan (when Fierdan becomes the most fucked up; when he’s the victim of the most manipulation and abuse; Fierdan kills his father in this version of himself- yes, he murders Z when he’s still a teenager.)

• Cincernum Fierdan (how many years is this? no idea. his age? a mystery. revival? a pause in ages? it’s a mystery. ;) *coughs*) 

• DUKE Fierdan (the Duke version of Fierdan. a version of Fierdan that’s himself but slightly to the left, diverged a lot off the original Fierdan path)

• Integrated Fierdan (which I basically explained earlier in this post) 

And that’s pretty much it. :) 

All my lovely Fierdans! Gotta love them all! <3 

....... and here we go. 

The more I think about Dawn and everything that happened to her, I’m considering her possibly having a dissociative disorder. 

No, not DID (or a type of OSDD). I’m considering dissociative amnesia. 

I’m going to provide some links. But first off, what do I mean by DID? Well, it stands for Dissociative Identity Disorder. 

So yeah. Here are some links. Links.. fun, fun, fun.....

http://did-research.org/comorbid/dd/da.html

http://did-research.org/treatment/integration.html

Information. Yay for learning! .......... *crickets are heard chirping* 

In addition to all that....

The more I think about Duke and Fierdan (well, Fierdan for the most part).. and Z (yes, the shittiest father TM), I consider themselves possibly having traits of cluster B personality disorders. 

I say “traits of” because I don’t think they actually have enough symptoms to be officially diagnosed with the personality disorders I’m thinking of them having. Or any for that matter. 

However, Fierdan and Z have more traits (maybe I should just call them symptoms? eh whatever) of the personality disorders than, let’s say, the average person. 

Note that the following does not mean I think they actually have the personality disorders. They just have symptoms of them that stand out to me. 

Well, here goes nothing. 

• Fierdan has BPD traits. 

• Z has ASPD traits. 

• They just have more traits of those personality disorders than most people. This does not mean they really have them. Everything is potential. Nothing is definite. I’m just trying to organize this whole big mess called my characters. 

• Z has ASPD traits, but I also don’t like saying that. I prefer saying it like this...

• Z has psychopathic traits. He is a psychopath. And by that, I do mean the actual definition of a psychopath. 

• People who don’t know Fierdan well believe him to be a psychopath. I mean, Fierdan does brutally kill his father. He does lots of questionable things. In addition to Z, he also traumatizes Dawn. Despite all that, however, Fierdan is not a psychopath. 

BPD stands for Borderline Personality Disorder. ASPD stands for Antisocial Personality Disorder. Both personality disorders are under cluster B of personality disorders. 

I know I haven’t really written anything official about Fierdan and abandonment, but he has severe abandonment issues. He likes to pretend he doesn’t, but he does. He does so, so much.

It becomes a lot more obvious in story 2. Especially when it comes to thinking of his mother and brother. And even Dawn. Yes, her too. 

All of them technically abandoned him. But so did he. Anyway, trace the line all the way back and it goes to his mother. 

C. The mother of Ryen and Fierdan. C, who abandoned Ryen and Fierdan to be raised by Z alone. C abandoned her children. She left them with an abusive father with extremely dangerous world-views. Oh and by the way, Z is a huge bigot. A bigot in a position of power. 

The parents are terrible. -10000 on the parents rating scale. They’re awful, awful people. 

Also, Fierdan definitely has troubles in relationships. He has lots of issues when it comes to relationships. 

There’s nothing to romanticize about any of these disorders. 

Oh look- more links! 

https://www.mayoclinic.org/diseases-conditions/borderline-personality-disorder/symptoms-causes/syc-20370237

https://www.mayoclinic.org/diseases-conditions/antisocial-personality-disorder/symptoms-causes/syc-20353928

(Note: Not all- honestly, I think it’s most- people with ASPD are criminals. They aren’t monsters. They are people. Having ASPD does not make one inherently an abuser.) 

https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC4059069/#!po=0.245098

Well, have fun reading all of that. So much information. Wow. 

And wow, it’s getting very late. 

This post seems long enough. I’ll end it here and go to sleep. 

~ Shan 

stuff and things and things and stuff

Wow, what a creative title. So much effort was made into writing such a title!

...... of course that was sarcastic.

Anyway. Hi everyone. I have returned for another post.

Well, I'm back at college. I'm finished with my first week of classes for this semester.

Wow, what a time.

I have no classes on Fridays this time. So yeah, I had no classes today. Nice.

All of my classes are well over 50 minutes long each since each of my classes only meets twice a week.

Oh and all of my classes are in the afternoon and evening. Uh.. ok.

If anyone is curious on what kind of classes I'm currently taking, here is a list.

* Shakespeare Early Plays class
* Why History Matters class
* American Fiction 1900-1950 class
* Western Literature class
* Overview of Computer Science class

........ I love making myself suffer. :')

I'm an English major, so I'm taking English classes.

(yeah, this fool (me) is that. ok, ok, ok.)

I have a ton of reading to do this semester. (yeet!)

................. oh.

I changed my mind. I'll add that other stuff I want to talk about in another post.

That stuff has nothing to do with school! (ha ha ha. ha!)

Expect more posts soon. Very soon.

Ok yeah whatever. Bye.

~ Shan

New Skit: Preview 2

I changed my mind. I have an idea for a new skit part. Well, this is technically another preview part before the official skit story begins. I want it to be a shocker. 

These preview parts are also supposed to seem confusing at first. Like, what is going on? It’s a mystery. 

It’ll make sense later.

Anyway, they’re so dramatic. 

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[Content Warning: strong language, drinking alcohol, smoking cigarettes, discussion of mental health/disorders, trauma, abandonment, dissociation, self harm, suicide] 

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[Date: Early July 2019. Time: Late at night, most likely 3 am. Location: Outside, on the balcony of the house where most skit stories took place.]

Duke: What is the point? 

Fierdan: *sighs* There is none. 

Duke: *rolls eyes, holds out glass* Then be a good boy and pour me another one. 

Fierdan: *breathes in and out slowly* Fuck. *refills his glass first* 

Duke: *clinks his glass with Fierdan’s* 

Fierdan: *faces Duke* Who said I’m a good boy? We’re not good boys. 

Duke: *starts to get frustrated* Fill it up, asshole. 

Fierdan: *refills Duke’s glass* I’m a lost cause. We are a lost cause. 

Duke: Let’s toast to that. The Help ended up not helping us. What a scam. 

[They clink glasses and drink the vodka in their glasses. They finish their glasses quickly and put them down after swallowing the last drops of vodka. Fierdan looks away from the house and into the distance. Duke joins Fierdan, and they stare out at the vast empty field. Above is a pitch black sky. Duke doesn’t know why Fierdan is staring at nothing, so he puts his hand in one of his jeans pockets. His fingers touch the edge of a hand-sized pocket. He sighs and takes out of one the contents in the box, his hand still in his pocket.] 

Fierdan: *not facing Duke* Give me one. 

Duke: *not facing Fierdan* Give you what? 

Fierdan: Don’t play dumb with me. Hand one over. 

Duke: *ignores Fierdan, takes his hand out of the pocket, places one of the box’s contents up to his lips at one end* 

Fierdan: Give me a cig. 

Duke: Why? 

Fierdan: I want to feel more like shit. Maybe nicotine can help me escape this fucking emptiness. This hollow feeling is excruciating. 

Duke: Fine, fine. Hold on a sec. *rubs his fingertips (thumb and index finger) together until a small orange flame forms between them, lights his cigarette with the fire, puts the cigarette in his mouth, sticks his other hand in the pocket and pulls out another cigarette which he hands to Fierdan* 

Fierdan: *nods, lights his cigarette the same way Duke lit his, sticks it in his mouth* 

~*~*~*~ 

[Date: Middle of June 2019. Time: Late morning. Location: A room in the Help therapy office. The Help person gives Fierdan a sorrowful look. Of course he tries not to show it; his face is neutral, but Fierdan can see the sorrow, the pity in the other man’s eyes. Fierdan frowns back at him, unimpressed. The past few months of therapy sessions have been the same. Nothing changed much. He convinced Duke to also go to therapy, and for what? For this? What was the point of all this... this bullshit? No older adult gave a damn about their quality of life. Not his, not Duke’s. All of this was pointless. You can try so many times, but there comes a time when you just give up.]

Help Person: Fierdan...

[The man speaks slowly. Every few words feel like a pause. A deliberate pause. What does he have to tell Fierdan this time?] 

Help Person: It was a pleasure counseling you these past several months. I have gotten to know you well, and I hope you can say the same about me. Our relationship of course is client-therapist and nothing more, but a case like yours is nothing like I’ve ever seen. I think about you a lot, but...

Fierdan: *interrupts* What about Duke? 

Help Person: *finishes his sentence* ... I feel like I’m not helping you sufficiently. 

Fierdan: Duke? 

Help Person: Oh, Duke’s case is also... something I’m not trained enough to handle. I’m sorry, Fierdan, but I can’t help you or Duke anymore. You both should know how our sessions have been going nowhere. 

Fierdan: *brings more emotions into his voice* What do you mean? Are you giving up on us? 

Help Person: “Giving up” is a harsh way to put it, but yes, that’s technically right. I’m giving up on the two of you. The next and only step left for me to do is to refer you to a specialist that’s more trained in dealing with severe trauma. 

Fierdan: What have you been doing all this time? Not helping me with my trauma? Not helping Duke with his? We’ve tried your suggestions, but it’s not working. 

Help Person: I know. *takes a deep breath* And from what you told me about your siblings, I highly recommend they join you when meeting with a more highly trained trauma specialist. Especially your sister. 

Fierdan: *looks skeptical* You mean Dawn? 

Help Person: From all the details you have given me in her, I suspect she may have a dissociative disorder. *pauses* Dissociative disorders are a result of trauma. *clears throat* Severe, repeated trauma that began in childhood. 

Fierdan: Dissociative disorder? Which means what exactly? 

Help Person: Since she isn’t my client, I can not say for sure. I’m not qualified to treat people with dissociation. 

Fierdan: Dissociation. I haven’t seen Dawn dissociate. *sighs* Well, not that I can remember at least.

Help Person: Sometimes, someone dissociating doesn’t look as obvious from an outsider’s perspective. Besides, I’m focusing more on the information you told me about her childhood with you and your brother, and of course your father. 

Fierdan: *glares at the other man in the room, clenches jaw at the mention of his father* 

Help Person: *sighs* It’s not my place to discuss this any further. I’m still here to talk about you, by the way. 

Fierdan: Me? What else is there to say? 

Help Person: I’ve tried to keep your case as confidential as possible, but I also asked for advice from my colleagues. I only asked vague questions and didn’t name names. 

Fierdan: So? What is it? Spit it out. 

Help Person: *takes a deep breath* We’re not that sure if we’re treating the correct disorders and symptoms. 

Fierdan: What does that mean? I’m traumatized, and I’m depressed. What else is it? 

Help Person: There can be more than just that. Heck, I don’t know if I’m helping you and Duke because... Are we even going after the root of the problem? 

Fierdan: What’s the root then, doc? 

Help Person: I don’t know. 

Fierdan: *laughs* You don’t know? What the hell am I still doing here then? You are pathetic! 

Help Person: That’s why I’m willing to refer you to a specialist. 

Fierdan: What the fuck is that supposed to mean? Can you give me something to work with? You expect me to nod and be totally fine with you giving up on me and hand me over to another guy? 

Help Person: That’s not exactly how it works. 

Fierdan: *is clearly getting angrier by the minute* Do you really think I give a shit? *yells* You’re just like any other adult older than me! You take advantage of me and then abandon me! 

Help Person: I’m not taking advantage... 

Fierdan: *cuts him off* Yes, you are! You fucking are! 

Help Person: Look at me, Daniel. 

Fierdan: *lowers his head, somehow appears much smaller in the chair, speaks somewhat like a child* Why... Why do you want to abandon me? What did I do wrong? *raises head, no longer looks defiant* Tell me, please. Tell me what I did wrong. Why am I not good enough? Why do you have to leave me too? 

Help Person: *doesn't change his tone* Abandonment issues. *scratches chin* But not everything is adding up. Maybe I’m missing some signs. Maybe we both are. 

Fierdan: *still talking like a child* Don’t... leave me... alone. 

Help Person: Fierdan! 

Fierdan: *rubs his eyes, sits up taller in the chair, the child voice is gone* Fuck. Don’t do that shit on me! 

Help Person: Do you also dissociate, Fierdan? Do you sometimes find yourself being a young child? 

Fierdan: *still feels distorted* I... I... What? Abandoning me, too? 

Help Person: Abandonment issues. 

Fierdan: Stop it! 

Help Person: *ignores Fierdan* If I combine Duke into the equation, then there would also be... Self harm behavior, suicide attempts, strong emotions, their lines of thinking... It’s a far fetch, but what if it’s that? What if? 

Fierdan: What are you talking about? 

Help Person: Don’t take my word for it, but I feel like there’s a small, small possibility that you might. That you might. 

Fierdan: Spit it out already! 

Help Person: *stares intently at Fierdan* Since Duke is a part of you, if you two integrate, it will be easier to tell. As for now, I still can find signs of it in you alone. Heck, there’s probably a lot that I’m not taking into account. 

Fierdan: Signs? What signs? 

Help Person: *takes a deep breath* Fierdan, you show signs of having a personality disorder. It and Complex- Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder have similarities. *sighs* There is a chance that you also have Borderline Personality Disorder. 

Fierdan: Borderline... 

Help Person: Yes. To make it slightly easier for all of us, professionals and you and Duke, you two will have to integrate. 

Fierdan: Integrate? What the hell is that? 

Help Person: *gives Fierdan a sad smile* In simple terms, to integrate in this context means to have one body and two souls and sets of memories. 

Fierdan: I have to say goodbye to Duke? Forever? 

Help Person: Well, Duke will become a part of you, so he won’t really be gone. But his body will disappear, and his soul will combine with yours. You two will finally become one. 

Fierdan: We don’t want that! 

Help Person: I understand, but...

Fierdan: Do I even have a choice? Does he have any choice? 

Help Person: Well...

Fierdan: I already know the answer is no. 

Help Person: *sighs* Please think it through.

Fierdan: *is at a loss of words, reluctantly nods* 

Help Person: Integrating can help the both of you more than fighting your battles alone. 

Fierdan: Who says we’re alone? 

Help Person: I meant it as being two separate individuals. 

Fierdan: Integration, huh? 

Help Person: Think about it with Duke. That’s it for this session. Goodbye, Fierdan. 

Fierdan: *stands up, walks toward the door in a daze* Okay. Goodbye. 

~*~*~*~ 

[That same July night. Duke and Fierdan now stand, barefoot, on the grass in the backyard. They both wear T-shirts and shorts. A cool breeze passes by, making them shiver for a moment. The alcohol, however, keeps them warm during the rather chilly summer night. Red cheeks, red eyes. Drowning glass after glass of vodka. Yet they remain standing, unwavering. They face each other, staring into each other’s tainted soul.] 

Duke: Are you ready? 

Fierdan: Ready as I’ll ever be. 

Duke: And you understand you won’t be able to see my body anymore? 

Fierdan: Yes, I know. 

Duke: I’m going to miss you a lot, Fierdan. You know that, right? 

Fierdan: Of course I do. 

Duke: I’m going to miss everyone else, too. We were like a team. No, a family. 

Fierdan: I know, I know. 

Duke: And you’re okay with this? 

Fierdan: Yes. Are you? 

Duke: I’m ready as I’ll ever be. 

Fierdan: Okay, then let’s integrate. On the count of three... 

Duke: Thanks for giving me quite the life. You’re someone special. 

Fierdan: Three. 

Duke: Three. 

Fierdan: Two.

Duke: Thank you. 

Fierdan: One. 

Duke: Good-

Fierdan: Goodbye. 

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To Be Continued. 

God Killer Fierdan! Episode Story AU (1)

Hi, I'm back. I should make several posts today because I go back to college tomorrow. College.. eww.

Anyway, remember how I was talking about an Episode story? Well, I'm going to start talking about it now.

I tried to make the titles of these posts as simple as possible. I did not create this story. I don't know how to make stories on the app.

*cough* Cutepups is an untalented loser. :( *cough*

What's Episode, you ask? It's this interactive story app. You might have heard of it from the weird ads it has on social media. Is that still a thing? I don't know.

Anyway, here's a link to the website. I can't link to the specific story I'll be rambling on about. That's tragic. Oh well, deal with it. Take my word. This story is real and valid.

......... uh, what—

The link: https://www.episodeinteractive.com

Oh good, now that we have that out of the way...

Onto the Episode story! :D ;)

Oh yeah. AU stands for Alternate Universe. Because.. well, I don't have to explain it, do I?

I made the main character I play as be named Fierdan. I made the character look like Fierdan. I tried my best. It's not in my own story universe; therefore, it is in another.

This story lets you create a male or female main character. I also made a female Fierdan version, but I'll only discuss the regular Episode Fierdan for now.

Oh shoot, that's right. The title of the story is "H & V: Bad to the Bone" by Lee Funk (@/LeeFunkTheAuthor). So yeah, credits to that person. Good story.

I'm also happy because creating a Fierdan Episode character kinda helped me visualize his appearance. Well, after he cut his messy, long Cincernum hair at least.

Creating a Fierdan character in an Episode story worked surprisingly well. I did not expect it to work as well as it did.

Since this is starting to look boring with all this text, I'll include the first screenshot I made of the story with no explanation. You're welcome. :)

Fierdan: *in deep thought, is wearing glasses (which he doesn't wear in canon until several years later) and cat ears because his taste in fashion is god-like (lmao)* Kids? A relationship? Adopting twelve cats? Adopting twelve dogs?

Here, Fierdan is questioning what he is going to do with his life. Future goals, who? He is at a total loss. Wow, that's relatable. 

I guess I should explain some stuff. Yeah, I'll do that.

The main character (Fierdan) is a god. He is like an edgy rebel teenage son.. except he's in his 20's. He is the child of two gods (a fire goddess and a weapon god? lol that's wack), and that's supposed to be something rare. Fierdan also has a sister (Dawn).. except she's greedy for the throne. Both siblings are evil because of course Fierdan is evil. That's how he is.

Well, Fierdan isn't all that evil. He kills and injures a lot of characters though. So yeah, he's still a killer. Uh, read the title. Fierdan is a god killer. His main goal in life (which he planned for in his room for 15 years, apparently) is to kill the gods. Yes, the gods are his family. Does he care? Of course not. Fierdan is a killer. That's been canon ever since his existence. Seriously.

Like the majority of the gods, Fierdan lived in the gods world.. until recently. He falls down to the world (which isn't Earth) and immediately goes searching for his human crew of misfits. I did not design the other characters; I only designed Fierdan and Dawn. If I didn't change their designs, my Fierdan character would look nothing like my Fierdan. That would not make sense.

I don't recall Fierdan ever meeting a cat or dog in the story, but he wants twelve of them each. That makes perfect sense! He's so relatable! XD

Adopt your 12 cats and 12 dogs, my man! Live your dreams! :U

And yes, Fierdan does have a reason he wants him (and his crew) to kill the gods. They're like evil, dude. Actually, it's because the gods are helping Soulless to destroy not-Earth human world.

Oh, did I say Soulless? I meant to say Ash Beast. The character is called Ash Beast, not Soulless. My mistake.

By the way, Fierdan bonds with his human team. At first, a lot of other characters (humans and gods alike) call Fierdan a "psycho" or "psychopath" which is pretty damn similar to what other characters call Fierdan before they really get to know him. But Fierdan eventually makes friends. I'm proud of my fiery disaster boy!

Zion is one of these humans. Fierdan and Zion have quite a relationship. They've been through a lot.

*cough, cough, cough*

Oh no, I have to go now! Expect more pictures in the next post!

hey ok

hey ok 

so uh 

here’s some stuff 

Sunshine is doing better now. She’s eating food again. So... yeah. 

I go back to college on Sunday. Classes start on Monday. *sighs* 

I’m not that thrilled about college, if you couldn’t tell already. 

I went back to the eye doctor a few days ago. I was able to put contacts in and out of my eyes this time, but one of the contacts got a tear in it. So, yet again, I have no contacts on me. Yet. 

...... yet, yet, yet...

I have some screenshots from a story I played (read?) on this app called Episode that I would like to share on here. If I can. I just... yeah. 

*cough* Fierdan. *cough, cough* 

............. *sigh* 

I haven’t really thought this new skit story thing through. I’m already stuck on how to continue it. I only have the smallest idea on how to continue it. But after that? Eh. I got nothing. 

Anyway, I got nothing. 

Bye now. 

New Type of Skit: Preview

I’m trying out some new things for this skit story. You’ll see what I mean shortly. 

This technically isn’t part 1. It’s more like a preview kind of thing. 

They’re back! Oh heck. 

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[Content Warning: strong language]

~*~*~*~

[Date: January 2020. Location: Can’t be revealed.] 

Twinkle: So, uh, does anyone know if he’ll wake up? 

Ryen: He will wake up soon enough. Give him time.

Twinkle: It’s been ages. We’ve been waiting since July. Are you hiding information?

Ryen: *looks like he’s about to speak, ends up only clearing his throat*

Twinkle: Well? 

Ryen: *takes a deep breath, then says* No. I.. I really don’t know why he’s not waking up. 

Dawn: Why are you all saying “he” when we all know we’re referring to two people? 

Twinkle: Maybe because there’s only one comatose body in that room. 

Dawn: None of this is adding up. They both have been missing since July. It’s January now. 

Twinkle: They missed celebrating their birthday with us, for crying out loud. There’s one in a months-long coma, and who the hell knows where the other one is.

Ryen: *avoids making eye contact with the others* Maybe he really died this time. Except if someone else has a better explanation.

J___: *raises voice, sounds offended* Shut up, Ryen! You always have to be so negative. 

Ryen: Oh, do you have any better explanation? It’s been months. 

J___: What is this? Do you think I don’t know that already? 

Dawn: How about someone checks to see if the body is dead. I volunteer to go. 

J___: He’s not dead! He can’t be dead now. 

Ryen: And why is that? Because you finally decided to show up? 

J___: *glares at Ryen* Don’t make me give you a headache. 

Twinkle: *sighs* Things have been so different ever since Brock, Sparkle, and Finny moved to their own places. Well, at least we got J___ now. It’s not the same though. 

Dawn: Of course it’s not. They didn’t have any powers or special abilities. J___ does. *sighs* I do miss those three quite a lot, I have to admit. 

J___: Stop changing the subject! Does anyone know how to wake him up? 

Ryen: You can’t wake up a person from a coma, and you can’t wake up a corpse. 

J___: For fuck’s sake, shut your damn mouth. I’ll find a way to wake him up if it’s the last thing I do. 

Ryen: For someone who isn’t the youngest, you sure are acting the most childish. I suggest you go play video games since you like doing that so much.

J___: *rolls eyes* Play video games? Are you serious? 

Ryen: *stares at J___* 

J___: I’m not a child! You’re a heartless bastard, Ryen. First, you think I care about video games more than him. Second, do I have to remind you that you’re his goddamn brother? 

Dawn: *bites lip* 

Twinkle: Your argument is pointless and isn’t helping anyone. We all cared about them. And I mean them. Both of them. 

Ryen: Of course I know he’s my brother. Now go. 

J___: *stares at Ryen* No. 

Ryen: Go!

J___: I’m not going anywhere. *looks at the others as well* He’s my boyfriend. 

Ryen: And I’m his brother. Now go!

J___: Well, you’re a shitty brother. 

Ryen: You think your connection to him is so special, but it’s not. You’re not special, J___.

J___: Oh, you want to fight? Let’s go, Ryen. *raises fists*

Dawn: Guys, please. 

J___: *slams hands down on table* None of you will ever understand. 

Twinkle: Oh yeah? Try me. Try Dawn who spent the most amount of time with Fierdan. *sighs* You’re arguing over him, and you’re refusing to even say his name. That goes for the rest of you.

J___: I might not have known *pauses* them the longest, but our relationship is special and not something you all can relate to. You haven’t seen Fierdan in the ways I’ve seen him. You haven’t seen Duke turn into... *loses his words* You weren’t there, seeing how Duke looked at Taurel. You didn’t see him. You didn’t have to be the one to convince him to not be a cannibal. You didn’t succeed in doing that. So all of you, shut the hell up. 

Ryen: *sighs* I forgot you were there when Duke was like that. 

J___: Out of all of us, you were the only one who didn’t see Duke in that state. *grins* Think before you speak, Ryen. 

Ryen: *rolls eyes*

J___: Girls, come with me. It’s time to wake up Fierdan. 

Ryen: Wait. There’s a chance he won’t be the same person we once knew. We can see Fierdan’s body, but Duke’s is nowhere to be found. Maybe he died in the same way when he was partially Soulless. Duke might not have a body. And.. and... 

Twinkle: What? And what? 

Ryen: Their souls might really be together this time around. The Fierdan that will wake up might be the integrated version of them. 

Twinkle: What does that mean? 

Dawn: One body; two souls, two sets of memories. 

Ryen: *nods solemnly* 

J___: *sighs* You know what? Fine. Ryen, you can join us if you won’t be a pain in the ass. 

Ryen: *rolls eyes* And how are you going to wake him up? It better not be futile. 

Twinkle: Well, let’s hope not. 

J___: Oh, I’ll succeed in bringing him back to me if it’s the last thing I do. Want to know why? *stares intensely at everyone* Because I’m his boyfriend, and I love him. 

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To be continued in Preview 2.