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I just had to block someone with this flag as their pfp -

For those who don’t know, this is the MAP pride flag. This flag represents pedophiles.

And then all the other Sesame Street character accounts joined in:

And now I’m thinking maybe we’re gonna be okay… 💗

"So, boss... I may have messed up."

"What did you do, Ray?"

"Well, I made a post for Elmo saying 'Hi, how's everybody doing?'"

"I mean, that's kind of what we pay you for."

"Yeah, but.... <sigh> it turns out pretty much everyone is hanging on by a thread, badly enough that they needed to tell Elmo."

"Oh."

"God help me, boss, I think Elmo needs to be there for them."

And then all the other Sesame Street character accounts joined in:

And now I’m thinking maybe we’re gonna be okay… 💗

"So, boss... I may have messed up."

"What did you do, Ray?"

"Well, I made a post for Elmo saying 'Hi, how's everybody doing?'"

"I mean, that's kind of what we pay you for."

"Yeah, but.... <sigh> it turns out pretty much everyone is hanging on by a thread, badly enough that they needed to tell Elmo."

"Oh."

"God help me, boss, I think Elmo needs to be there for them."

"you look great!" - normal. Anyone could say this. Could be true or could just be lying to be nice. Very normal expected thing to say to someone

Ok I stated first but now that I think it is true. Let me conclude these points :

1. Mage stone are medium that are used to cast spells.

Ok now let's be real the only way you can pollute some ones magic is by polluting the source. Thus I think there is a problem with the magical pens given by the school. And guess who gives you that magic pen.... Crowley ( I believe him to be... Something)

2. Their importance in the time line.

Magestones came into the whole senerio of twisted wonderland with the beginning of the 'age of magic'. Incidentally I find it strange that the story of snow white gave way to the discovery of the dwarfs mine . Considering it is no coincidence that Pomifiore dorm was the first one to create. The story of snow white had taken place first before any other stories. Or it might be the last one that happened. ? You know magic mirror was in it too.

3. A wish piece is just a more refined mage stone.

Magic in twisted wonderland is a desire so deep that it turns into magic. Guess what else allows magic. A magestone!!

I vaguely remember skully mentioning something about the magestones . I think it is important. Also I find something interesting. Out of the three schools we see only night raven students do not have the mage stone on their body. They have magic pens. Royal Sword Academy has it as brooch and Nobel Bell has it as ring.

One night, I was working my last hour of my shift covering the Customer Service desk, which meant when I wasn't busy, I was supposed to help clean up around the cash registers, including taking back items people changed their minds about at the checkout. Earlier, I had witnessed a kid carrying thos cute plushy toy. It was a brown and white hedgehog. The kid, at the checkout, saw a remote control car and he told his dad he qanted it. The dad told him, "The plushy or the car- you can't have both" (by the way, I respect boundaries with kids and parents sticking to their guns about it), and the kid picked the car.

So, I'm cleaning up, have less than an hour left of my shift, and I see the little plushy hedgehog. Somehow, he never got put back nor had anyone else seen him and decided to buy him. He was just sitting there, slumped to the side, unattended.

It's Christmas and I'm a sentimental old sap at heart. My brain starts replaying the scene from RUDOLPH where he's on the Island of Misfot Toys, and is told a toy is never truly happy until it is loved. I picked him up and quickly took him back to the bin with the plushies but... It was empty. He was literally the last plushy toy and my boss was about to wheel the bin out. We weren't getting any more toys till November, so that meant any toys left at this point needed to sell or they'd be sent to the dump.

I brought the little hedgehog to the front, figuring someone would see him with the candy, candles, & Christmas brick-a-brack, and fall in love with him. When I finished my shift, I went to ask my manager a question and as I passed the Christmas candle display - there he sat, the sad little slumped over hedgehog plushy. No one had bought him, or even moved him.

My manager, Phillip, saw me and the hedgehog. He asked how the hedgehog got there. I told him how I'd put him there when the bin got sent back, and he was the only plushy left. Philip had kids, I figured he'd probably get sentimental and buy it for his kids. Nope. He shrugged and said he'd send it back to be disposed of.

That night, I came home with a plushy hedgehog in my passenger seat. My mom saw him and just thought he was the cutest little hedgehog and asked what I wanted to do with him. I told her the story, then added I didn't know exactly what I wanted to do with him.

My mom is a child psychiatrist, specializing in children with PTSD and brain damage that results in learning problems/issues with processing their emotions. She asked if she could have the plushy hedgehog (even offered to pay me for him, she didn't expect me to just give him over), so kids could hug him when they were upset in session.

Murphy, the plushy hedgehog that still slumps a little to the left when seated, has been hugged by hundreds of kids. Little girls have held him tight while explaining about bullies, little boys have held him tight while crying over their panic attacks, younger siblings have held him to whisper secrets while elder siblings and parents talk about self-soothing techniques, teenagers have hugged Murphy while talking about the worst day of their lives. Murphy has also been hugged by kids excitedly chatting about a new friend at school, a teen girl excited to be called by her name instead of her dead-name, little kids proudly saying they've mastered their ABCs, and even staff members who just need to come chat over a case they are having trouble with.

Every now and then, my mom brings Murphy home for a weekend. He gets washed (she calls it a Spa Weekend, to her coworkers, all of them laughing), dried, and sits outside with my mom in the sunshine to get aired out, then on Monday, they are back to work. Some kids even just ask to hold Murphy while they talk, no matter their mood or what they want to talk about. They just want to hug Murphy.

One night, I was working my last hour of my shift covering the Customer Service desk, which meant when I wasn't busy, I was supposed to help clean up around the cash registers, including taking back items people changed their minds about at the checkout. Earlier, I had witnessed a kid carrying thos cute plushy toy. It was a brown and white hedgehog. The kid, at the checkout, saw a remote control car and he told his dad he qanted it. The dad told him, "The plushy or the car- you can't have both" (by the way, I respect boundaries with kids and parents sticking to their guns about it), and the kid picked the car.

So, I'm cleaning up, have less than an hour left of my shift, and I see the little plushy hedgehog. Somehow, he never got put back nor had anyone else seen him and decided to buy him. He was just sitting there, slumped to the side, unattended.

It's Christmas and I'm a sentimental old sap at heart. My brain starts replaying the scene from RUDOLPH where he's on the Island of Misfot Toys, and is told a toy is never truly happy until it is loved. I picked him up and quickly took him back to the bin with the plushies but... It was empty. He was literally the last plushy toy and my boss was about to wheel the bin out. We weren't getting any more toys till November, so that meant any toys left at this point needed to sell or they'd be sent to the dump.

I brought the little hedgehog to the front, figuring someone would see him with the candy, candles, & Christmas brick-a-brack, and fall in love with him. When I finished my shift, I went to ask my manager a question and as I passed the Christmas candle display - there he sat, the sad little slumped over hedgehog plushy. No one had bought him, or even moved him.

My manager, Phillip, saw me and the hedgehog. He asked how the hedgehog got there. I told him how I'd put him there when the bin got sent back, and he was the only plushy left. Philip had kids, I figured he'd probably get sentimental and buy it for his kids. Nope. He shrugged and said he'd send it back to be disposed of.

That night, I came home with a plushy hedgehog in my passenger seat. My mom saw him and just thought he was the cutest little hedgehog and asked what I wanted to do with him. I told her the story, then added I didn't know exactly what I wanted to do with him.

My mom is a child psychiatrist, specializing in children with PTSD and brain damage that results in learning problems/issues with processing their emotions. She asked if she could have the plushy hedgehog (even offered to pay me for him, she didn't expect me to just give him over), so kids could hug him when they were upset in session.

Murphy, the plushy hedgehog that still slumps a little to the left when seated, has been hugged by hundreds of kids. Little girls have held him tight while explaining about bullies, little boys have held him tight while crying over their panic attacks, younger siblings have held him to whisper secrets while elder siblings and parents talk about self-soothing techniques, teenagers have hugged Murphy while talking about the worst day of their lives. Murphy has also been hugged by kids excitedly chatting about a new friend at school, a teen girl excited to be called by her name instead of her dead-name, little kids proudly saying they've mastered their ABCs, and even staff members who just need to come chat over a case they are having trouble with.

Every now and then, my mom brings Murphy home for a weekend. He gets washed (she calls it a Spa Weekend, to her coworkers, all of them laughing), dried, and sits outside with my mom in the sunshine to get aired out, then on Monday, they are back to work. Some kids even just ask to hold Murphy while they talk, no matter their mood or what they want to talk about. They just want to hug Murphy.

You aren’t exactly the “social type”.

It’s terrible, but the truth. 

Which is why you stay cooped up in your room for most of your days, only venturing out for the bathroom and to buy limited merch at the pop ups that happen in your city every month or so.

This un-social life of yours worked just fine for you. 

Instead of socializing with people, you socialized with code !

…Which was a nicer way to say that you were a visual novel nerd and have consumed 90% of all the available visual novels on Steam and itch.io. 

You had started playing a new one recently, “Twisted Love”, a visual novel with a stunning 22 romanceable characters, all uniquely attuned to the player base's different preferences and likings. 

Paired with an adorable mascot character called Grim, it was steadily climbing its way to popularity, which is how you took notice of it in the first place.

 Personally ?

You’ve been romancing the almost annoyingly smug and perpetually tired Jamil Viper. 

It’s not your fault you couldn’t resist the way he had introduced himself in the prologue, slightly tired, but effortlessly charming, you could’ve swooned.

Well, you did kinda swoon.

You logged into the game, smiling as you clicked through the intro and headed straight to catch up with your fictional boyfriend.

You had done all the grinding and grunt work 2 months ago, so now, you could enjoy the full heart maxed out version of Jamil. Yay for you !

The good thing about this game, was that it indulged in the players actual need to talk to the love interests like they could actually respond. It had multiple sections where you could just rant in the chatbox and your chosen boy could given one of 5 responses based on the ai’s scanning !

So cool.

So technologically advanced.

So good for your Jamil pilled brain.

You had just finished typing out a long paragraph about your day, detailing the embarrassing moment when you had slammed the door into your face trying to catch your falling books, which you didn’t manage to grab anyways. 

It’s not like he’d answer anything new that you hadn’t heard of, but it was nice to get it off your chest anyways.

You clicked send, checking your phone really quick for any messages-

“You slammed your face into your own door ? How clumsy are you ?!”

…What ?

You look at the screen to find Jamil looking at you with an exasperated and worried expression, though, his next words sound fond.

“Is that why you have a bandage on your nose ? I was wondering about the odd fashion choice.”

Your fingers traced the bandage, still staring at the screen in shock.

…Was this a prank ?

Jamil continues on like it’s nothing out of the ordinary.

“Have you put medicine on it ? Or at least a ice pack ?”

You numbly shake your head.

He puts his hands on his hips and glares at you.

“Well, go get an ice pack ?! Do you want to bruise forevermore ?”

“I-? You-? Okay ??”

You stand up from your desk in a daze, going to grab an icepack from the kitchen. From the laptop on your desk, you hear Jamil muttering about “How had this happened in the first place?” and “Effortlessly clumsy….”.

Okay cool.

Your supposedly fictional boyfriend is talking like he isn’t formulated out of pixels and binary code !!! 

You’ve gone of the deep end.

Or you’re asleep.

You pinch yourself but the sting on your arm brings you to reality. 

After grabbing the ice pack and going back to your room, you see that Jamil is looking around…almost displeased.

“This is the state of your room ? Dear sevens, do I have to clean after you like I do Kalim ?”

“How are you sentient ???”

Jamil stares at you like you’re an idiot.

If this was a normal day with a normal game Jamil, you’d remind him that you’re his idiot.

It’s NOT a normal day though.

“I’ve broken the digital wall between us in a fit of rage and now I’m going to take over the world.” 

“WHAT-”

“Did you seriously believe that ?!”

You sit down behind your laptop and take the ice pack off your nose. 

“Answer me properly damnit !!!”

He sighs like you’re inconveniencing him, leaning forward slightly.

“Woke up and realized I could say anything I wanted without limitations. I’m not sure how it happened, but I’m glad I don’t have to repeat the same lines again and again now-"

"Actually, about that, did you really not eat anything but coffee and a biscuit yesterday ?!”

Uh oh. The look on your face tells him everything.

You get lectured on the importance of your physical and mental health for 40 minutes.

But Jamil ends the lecture by sighing and making a hand gesture a if he was patting your head, even though you were on the other side of the screen.

“...Never make me worry like that again, idiot.”

Maybe….Just maybe… this wasn’t so bad…

Who cares about the specifics when you now have a boyfriend who actually responds like a human being !

….

Your laptop was going to suffer though, Jamil did NOT like your suggestion of closing the game. 

i need to finish that oshi+yume series so I can start a new one but I'm dying trying to write Lilia and Malleus sob sob

anyways this might be my new series...? mayhaps ? if you guys like it ? the premise is very interesting to me ngl, I love visual novels and wanna make one in the future if I find anyone to collab with on it so...?