Happy New Years! 20- what again? Where’s the whiteout?

I mean, if anyone here can actually stay awake after all the partying to write the year correctly, congrats. Please initiate your bragging rights when , and only when, you leave.

So, what do I have in the works?

Currently I am working on Vacation Descendants with my OC’s mucking up the the Disney Descendants universe and The Most Basic Story which has currently driven off a cliff at the moment. It’s really fun when you have extremely low expectations for a story. XD [both are linked, just click on the names]

Also, I’ve been trying to keep up with a schedule for the blog and so far it has just gotten me to post something nearly every week and keep me actively reading on others. Well the later was the actual plan, but I wanted a more stable and reliable reader schedule for my own. Between Christmas and New Years, I’ve been not only writing up on the stories and trying to edit them, (that is a lot harder than expected) as well as setting up a solid schedule that I could keep up with. I think I have that down and will

What will I have in the works?

Perfect timing because I have just learned, literally last night, that Twilight is have some sort of meme comeback. . . on tumblr. If that’s not enough for my inner twihard to come sneaking out then I’ll be damned. Originally I was never on board with the whole love triangle angle and Bella was alright in my eyes as a main character. But what really drew me in was the world itself and how the other characters dealt with their then human BS as vampires. I’ll be dipping my itty-bitty toesies in that pool soon to come.

Another thing is that I want to add a Monday post that are short but uplifting. When I was in middle school, I had this blog where all I did was memes and funny songs, etc. It was very popular solely because it made people smile. (I posted that daily because SCHOOL SUCKS! .. lol. (T-T) I definitely want to bring that back. Also, I don’t want to post a story on Monday so this is a great excuse!

What are your plans for the New Year? Share Below!

Merry Christmas! We All Made It!

If that sounded sarcastic, it wasn’t. I am truly happy that everyone came out from this holiday safe and sound. Working from the standpoint of an employee running in a food market, I can honestly say I was a little close towards sacrificing a kid to Krampus. But I didn’t, aren’t ya proud?

But after all of the time spent with the fam, liking it or not, it’s nice to be on the other side and gleefully say, its now 365 days away. I know I sound a bit anti-christmas

I know…

I know.

I am. But this year we got to see Sanulhu (Santa Cthulhu) at my D&D place so it was worth it. He even gave us sugar cookies! They are adorable!

So in the end it was totally worth it, getting a woman thrown out with her chocolate lab. And telling a kid to shut it with the screaming because their parents like to use the method “If I ignore them, they’ll stop eventually”. And getting eggnog-filled drivers on the road to my job every night. Yep.

I need a few more chocolate chip cookies. Merry Christmas! Stories are going to be delayed so I can also bang pots and scream for New Years Eve. Staying up is now longer a fun thing for me, just a thing I naturally do now.

See you in the new year!

Cookie Eating GIF by SpongeBob SquarePants


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Up Coming: Vacation Descendants

The descendants in the new Disney channel Movies, Disney Descendants, seem to be lacking that extra-ness their parents had. It’s a shame because the world they’re in is a neat thing, and it would be a shame for no one to wreck havoc on the place for a bit. And so that all is well, my characters will be adjusted to teenagers as the world seems to be over-runned with them.

Introducing my characters:

Scott Morgan– Blonde business CEO that has been around for nearly eighty-five years after his supposed death, looking no older than twenty five. With some non-matching eyes, he is sure to walk over anyone he needs to in order to get what he needs done.

For Reference

Aleasa Merriam – A woman with immense power, she doesn’t follow many and would rather track her own path in blood of enemies or friends. In her own story, she is known as Mother and is later killed in order to free the subjects of the mansion. Or was she? The dead should bleed even when not from around the same universe. 

Thomas– An other-world, old ethereal creature made from the debris of what was left after heaven and man fought. Alone and angry, no one is safe from his schemes and plots. He has no time for anyone, because they are all disposable. Except for one….

For Reference

This trio seems to be on their worst behaviors during their vacation, too bad for Auradon. >:D

People, just like your families-

We don’t want to see you either. Like go home, please! It’s twelve for satan’s sake! GO. AWAY.

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Don’t sniff the Damn Chemicals

As a D&D adventure and a rogue player, I can be the epitome of chaos and doing stuff the DM didn’t think they would have to worry about. Like having a character making a death save because I egged them to eat a part of a deadly mushroom we had to deliver to a noble. Or like when the whole part of the mission was to save someone’s life, only for PVP to be turned on and the table to suddenly destroy the adventure plot.

#NoRegerts

But a while back me and a friend who was a DM made our own campaign which we still work on . . . periodically. I was working on mine recently and found a fun part which I remebered adding just because players like myself would exsist and be like:

We are in a strange facility, hearing weird noises and just found a closet filled with heavy duty cleaning agents strong enough to clean up crime scenes.

. . . Can I drink the chemicals?


Sugar cookie in shape of an elder god, yes!

You might think I’m joking but I’m not. Things tend to happen in D&D that most don’t realiaze is unscripted, like doing the conga while a flock of murderous bird cult members try to kill you.

BECAUSE WHY THE FRICK_FRACK_SHOVE_A_TICK_TACK SHOULDN’T IT HAPPEN?

So, in response, I decided to add this little table. It’s real fun.

IF FOR ANY DUMB REASON, a character pops one open a bottle (it’s easy) and sniffs it, make them roll a d4.
1 – Deafened – They hear a sharp siren in their ears and they can’t hear anything for an hour.
2 – Petrified – A single sniff is all that it took for the chemical to stone the person from the inside out, starting with the heart. Unless the party has water to pour, there is nothing that character can do. They are stuck there, and the DM will usher the party to go on suggesting that the player will be back but not until the next encounter. (88*****88).
If they do have water and pour on them, they will come back to life with a clause. Within the first three encounters,  there is a chance they will become paralyzed for a minute. 50/50. DM decides before PC rolls a percentile which 50 is good and which isn’t.
3 – Frightened/ Paranoid – Unknown voices plague the character and the next time they have battle they have disadvantage for attack rolls and ability checks.
4 – Blinded – Who told them to look inside of it. Now they need someone to guide them until the next battle, their eyes white as stars in the night sky. At that battle, they have an initiative of zero and will go last. Then their eyesight will be restored.

Poor DMs. I love trying to break their
games. XD

In D&D, everyone truely wins, unless DM breaks. Then almost everyone wins, but that’s okay. The DM’s usually are out for blood. XD

Have fun Playing!

My First Time DMing

DMing for the first time

DMing, is hard. I knew this even before signing up. It’s a known fact that running a table-top rpg like Dungeons and Dragons is hard, especially when you’re only friends with maybe half of the room. When I say room, I mean a restaurant’s room we rented out.for everyone. Usually we have about four tables during our slow nights and the other week they sent out a text looking for some more DMS. I, being half asleep and at work, responded since I have been mulling it in my mind for a bit. They accepted with much exclamation. (!!)

We tried to spare the frogs, even help. But in the end
they were desecrated for their insubordination.

It didn’t really set in until my two friends started to talk about it maybe an hour before at our school. (We hung out beforehand because ONE of us has class) Suddenly I was sooo nervous, looking at my highlighted and color-coordinated notes of the adventure and thinking “it’s not enough!”

It was. It was just enough.

Just casually fighting in a marsh. Damn water deities.

DMing went fine. Sure I mixed up the story a bit and had to fix it, but I write and have to do that all the time. The monsters’ attacks I messed up because I had TWO barbarians that when raging (HARD) their damage is different. Oh! And in Part two I saw a note about something they should have gotten by then, and had to very much improvise.

It all went well! I swear! The players didn’t notice and neither did the two DMs watching me. (One at my table playing and one casually checking on me) So either I was really lucky or I actually did good. I’ll believe either. Still, I can’t wait to DM again, though it will maybe twice a week on the lower count days. I’ll be happy either way.

SideNote: The soups at the restaurant is really nice. I always get one.

Counting Stars (2) / A Long Read

He kept his eyes down at his phone as people rushed past him. He felt an odd sensation of relief. No cameras, no attention, it was gave him a warm feeling inside. Though if he could have been in New York,it would be better. Ohio was OK, but there were reasons he left it after high school. It wasn’t like the big apple where if someone had a problem, they would say it to your face and try to beat you in the middle of a crowd. In Ohio though, no one is that overt, they wait in the dark ends of the hallways to jump you and then dump you in a side dumpster not going to be checked until the next day.

Kurt shivered as old memories crept up into his mind. He shook his head and pushed them back. He couldn’t go there. He just needs to get threw this trip, see it horribly fail, and then go back home. He looked around for his dad. His plane landed early and he didn’t expect his dad to be at the airport right then, but after twenty-five minutes of waiting with no text to tell him anything he was getting impatient.

Grabbing his suitcase and messenger bag, he walked towards the front. When he got out he saw a line of taxis. He gazed around for an open one but for whatever reason, the Ohio airport was inconveniently busy like a New York airport. He wiped out his cell phone and opened the taxi app he had, in case of an incident like this. But as it loaded up, the phone vibrated and his dad’s number came up. He answered it.

“Yeah’llo”

“Hello. How you doing on this fine Ohio day?” His father chuckled into the phone.

Kurt sighed and gritted his teeth.

“Don’t be like that Kurt. If you pretend to like it, soon you will be having a blast here again.”

Kurt rolled his eyes. “I’m having a barrel of fun.”

“Sure you are. So, do you like the little piece of NYC we got for you?” There was laughter on the other side of the phone.

Kurt tried to suppress the smile that was creeping on to his face. “You could’ve picked anything from New York, anything! And you pick the damn traffic.” He sighed and a giggled slipped

“It makes you really appreciate the lackluster of Ohio’s traffic.”

“No. It makes Ohio more annoying.” Kurt said trying to stop the giggles coming out

“Doesn’t sound like it.”

“Shush. You’re distracting me. I need to find a cab.” Kurt went on his toes as he looked around for a free yellow cab.

“You could pay me to take you home.” His father chuckled

“Gladly would if you were here.” Kurt countered

Suddenly there was a horn and Kurt jumped. Turning to it he saw his father sitting at the opposite curb. When his father saw him, he waved.

“Five bucks a mile.” His father joked.

Kurt shook his head and walked over to the car trunk. His father climbed out of the front seat and helped Kurt with his bag.

“So, welcome home.” He smiled at Kurt, who gave a small one back.

“I’m only back for a little while dad.” Kurt sweetly informed

His dad wrapped an arm around his shoulders. “Well we’ve missed ya.” Kurt was squeezed into a hug. Then they climbed into the front seats and drove.

Kurt stared out the window, looking at the suburbs. Very quickly they started driving through parts of Ohio that Kurt instantly started to recognize. First were connecting small townhouses. Small front yards with maybe a patio seat or chairs on them. Then came the medium sized houses with yard all around them and polished gardens.

“Remember the old house with the basement?”

Kurt shrugged.  

“You use to hang out in that basement making clothes and all . . .”

Kurt chuckled lowly. “Yeah, and look at me now.”

“Making more clothes.”

Kurt suddenly burst out laughing, nodding his head and leaning onto the dashboard. “Yes making more clothes.”

His father looked over at him and smiled. Kurt centered himself and sat back in his chair.

“You hungry? Carol made some nice chocolate cake for you.”

Kurt shook his head as he smiled out the windshield. “I’m good dad.”

“Well, you bedroom is all set up and all so it’s ready.” His father happily informed

Kurt bit his lip, the smile slowly disappearing. He looked over at his father who was scanning the road. “It’s only for a little while dad. Two weeks tops.”

His dad solemnly nodded. “We’ve missed you Kurt.”

Kurt sank in his seat. If everyone is going to be like this, then he might just go back to New York early.

“I still can’t believe we came back.” Quinn muttered into the cup of coffee she sipped.

Puck who sat beside her shrugged but then turned to Finn who was sitting at the drums.

“It memorable, I mean most of us wouldn’t have known each other if we didn’t have this club.” Finn reasoned. He hit a drum.

Puck shrugged and looked around the choir room. The chairs were placed like they were, on the cement risers and the black piano was placed to the left of the front. Same as usual.

“I think if we can save this club for kids later on, it might make this school better for everyone.” Mercedes smiled as she walked in with Tina on her arm and sat in the front row.

“Yeah, guys. This was the only place we could all come and talk about things we would never admit bothered us.” Tina added

Quinn took another sip of the coffee.

Puck nodded and sat back in his chair. “Do you think people will actually show up or is this all there is?”

“I would be mighty surprised if that happened.”

They turned around and smiled as Mr. Shue walked into the room. He clapped his hands and laughed as he greeted them.

“This place wouldn’t have been the same without you Mr. Shue.” Mercedes smiled as she gave him a hug.

“And without you guys, it wouldn’t have been the same.” Mr. Shue added.

Everyone clapped and cheered. Then Santana and Brittany walked in hand in hand. They smiled at each other and then at the group before sitting down together.

“Santana, you look well.” Quinn noted

Santana glanced at her. “I can’t say the same to you but thank you, I am.” She turned to Brittany and giggled.

Quinn sighed behind them and looked away with a bored expression on her face. “Same Lopez.”

Brittany turned around to her. “Don’t worry about Santana, she just doesn’t like that I got her to miss the carnival that came to our town.” Quinn turned and watched as she hugged Santana. “You just being grumpy.”

Mr. Shue chuckled. “Welcome back Santana. Glad you made it.”

Santana smiled at him. “Well, if we can get everyone here and get whatever needs to be done, done, then I will be glad to be back. Only because I didn’t have to be back in this hillbilly hell of a town.”

Mr. Shue nodded, as well as everyone else. “Well, its about the contract Sue wrote a while back. Apparently it was an actual contract and there’s an error in it.”

“Why does that matter? Why do all of us have to come back?” Puck asked

Blaine walked in with Sam, Mike and Artie.

“Because if the contract is invalid, that means we owe the school a lot of money.” Blaine explained as he fixed his navy blue blazer and sat with Mercedes and Tina. “And let me tell you something, the bill is huge. For what I saw, the jungle backdrop cost at least a few hundred grand.” He said nonchalantly

Mouths of the alumni dropped.

“Dude that’s a lot.” Finn gasped

“That’s at least three hundred pools in CA.” Puck blinked. “There’s no way we can pay that.”

Mr. Shue took a breath and nodded. “That’s why I had to contact you guys. Not the glee club afterward you guys or even the one after that. You guys signed your names and without everyone here, well,” he bit his lip. “I just don’t know what Sue is capable of. As you can see, we just got the chairs back and the piano was borrowed from Dalton.” They looked at the piano and then back at Mr. Shue. “We need as much help as we can get.”

“And help has arrived!” Rachel waltzed into the room, her heels stomping and her hands flung out. She wore a tight short dress, a black strapless top with a connected green plaid skirt. She stopped right in the center of the room and bowed, and there was a short applause. She soaked it up for a minute, then clasped her hands together. “I am so happy you guys came, the glee club can not die.”

The group nodded.

“Yeah, it was a special place for us.” Tina chimed

“It gave me a home away from the hotel.” Sam added.

“And it produced me, and now look at it all.” Rachel swooned. “I can’t even think of Mc’ Kindley high school without glee club.”

Santana rolled her eyes and Rachel ignored her.

“I’m glad that you feel that way. I’m glad you all feel that way.” Mr. Shue smile deeply.

“And I could really care less that you people feel that way.” Sue added as she walked in. She walked over to Rachel in the center of the room and shoved her to the chairs. In her hands she held a thick folder. She scanned the room and then smiled. She rested her eyes on Mr. Shue. “Well, Will even when you bring all the misfits back from whatever rocks they were living under-”

“I don’t live under a rock!” Rachel jumped up.

“There are a lot of rocks around our house.” Brittany said to Santana. Santana motioned her to stay quiet.

Sue smiled at her and shook her head. “You’re on Broadway. That is the definition of living under a rock. Sit down Berry before I have you taken out in handcuffs.” Rachel sat down while the group looked at each other with concern looks. “But I am glad to say that you have failed at getting all the members of the contract here, together, in this room.”

They looked at each other and then back at her.

“Sue, everyone came who could come.” Mr. Shue  explained

Sue smiled her teeth at him. “And the wrong people came.”

“Who do we need to be here?” Rachel asked as she stood up and put her hands on her hips.

“Hummel.”

The room went silent. Everyone whispered to each other.

“I thought I just saw him at the coffee bean . . “ Mercedes spoke up with a tint of confusion in her voice.

“He is.” Rachel confidently reassured. She looked Sue over. “I told him back in New York and got it published so that he pretty much had to come.”

“Control freak.” Santana commented disgusted

“Shut it.” Rachel snapped back.

Sue chuckled and looked at the clock. “If he appears in the magical fluffy pink cloud that he seemed to always walk on before three o’clock, then I guess we can continue. But no jet is that fast.” Sue smirked superiorly at them before strutting out of the room.

The room held a deafening silence as they looked at each other.

“You did what now Berry?” Mercedes questioned, looking skeptical at Rachel.

Rachel shook it off and whipped her phone out as she walked towards the doorway. “I’m calling him. If anything, he’s at his dad’s damn auto shop and hadn’t got the several text I sent him.”

“Why? What are you his mother?” Santana mocked

Rachel spun around and gave her a look that made Santana’s grin straighten on her face. “I don’t have time for your BS Santana. We don’t have time. If the glee club doesn’t get re-imbursed-”

“You don’t get to brag about yourself to people who couldn’t care less. “ Santana finished with a shrug. She got up and walked up to her, waving her arms in the air. “Look at me, Rachel Berry. Miss I’m-on-Broadway but still single and no where close to any kind of relationship.” She gestured to Finn at the drum set. “You couldn’t even seal the deal with flappy pancake over there.”

Rachel’s face blew up with red hot anger. “It’s better than going no where like you. You pretend to be happy living out in the middle of no where with a girl who has no clue who she may love.” She got in Santana’s face. “I know people love me. There’s a full house every time I take the stage, magazines flock to interview me. They would have done that to you but you’re a scared little girl who is barely hanging on.”

Santana slowly shook her head as she looked Rachel over. “When I’m done with you, you’ll be barely hanging on to the sad pitiful existence you call life.” She grabbed the collar of Rachel shirt and pulled up. Rachel latched onto Santana’s wrists and tried to wiggle out of her grips as Santana raised her other hand and formed a fist.

The  others started to jump up. Kurt whipped out his phone and ran to the doorway of the office he was sitting in. He quickly set the camera up and started snapping pictures with the volume on loud.

The room stopped and looked at him.

He feigned a sad face at Santana. “What did I tell you Santana? You can’t just stop in the middle of an action shot.” He put his phone away and walked up to the two, separating them and putting himself between. “Rachel was truly afraid and had the perfect expression for the shot. I can’t help you if you don’t work with me.”

Everyone looked at them. Kurt mouthed something to her. Santana slowly nodded her head and backed away. She looked at Rachel over his shoulder. “Not finished with you smurf.” She went back to her seat beside Brittany.

Kurt turned to Rachel and smiled. “You are as stupendous as they said you were.”

Rachel’s face brightened and she returned the smile. “Oh really? Well it is all in the atmosphere we actors put ourselves in. I really had to do more on my part since Santana was rusty.” Rachel promptly explained.

Santana loudly huffed but Kurt merely nodded his head. “Of course.”

“Just remember to write that when published and what not. It could help me with my career you know?”

Kurt nodded again and took a seat beside the drum set.

“Hey Kurt.” Finn greeted

Kurt smiled at him. “Hey Finn.”

Finn covered his giggles and Kurt raised an eyebrow to it. Finn pointed a drumstick at Kurt, but then Kurt looked beside him to see Blaine Anderson sitting next to him. His face blushed rosy pink.

“Hi.” He said small

“Hey.” Blaine greeted lowly with a small smile.

They nodded at each other and then turned away. Kurt stared at the clock and prayed for the time to go faster, so he wouldn’t have to sit there any longer. Every minute he died inside from the horrible memories he had made and long buried a time ago. He needed to get this over as painless as possible and as quick as possible.

Life tip

HarsH ReaLiTy

You can’t just turn everything to make it tighten. You think you can because… righty tighty lefty loosey.

That doesn’t always work for things like a hand towel holder that sudden rattles because it is coming off the holder. You’d think you would just tighten the damn thing by turning it multiple times till it stops turning. Duh.

If only life were so easy.

Unfortunately this doesn’t work. It also doesn’t work on one of the handles for a toilet paper roll holder. That problem too, the handle jiggles ugh, will not resolve itself by just freaking turning it a few times.

Upon closer inspection… and I won’t tell you what I was doing when I found this tip out, but apparently little gnomes inserted small screws at the base of the holders that you have to take off to access a back screw that is holding the handle and…

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