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I'm sorry but WHAT is the shrine of selfishness??

OK IDK HOW RECENT IT IS BC I HADNT PLAYED FOR LIKE A YEAR

but in the railway there's a cave that takes you to a witch's house where there are three dark shrines you can give offerings to: one will erase the memories of a character you divorced, another will let monsters spawn on farmlands

but the third one lets you permanently erase your children by turning them into doves

you can have more kids, but everyone else in the game forgets the ones you erased ever existed, even your spouse

but they dont forget

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There's No Such Thing as Fluff

                I remember in my writing group years ago someone asked our mentor where ‘fluff’ was appropriate, to which she replied “there’s no such thing as fluff.”

                For those of you who don’t know, ‘fluff’ refers to writing that adds nothing to the plot, characterization, or world. Essentially, it’s scenes without intention or purpose. Stuff that could be taken out and would change nothing—it’s literally just stuffing, words for the sake of having words.

                What she meant was that in professional (or intending to be professional 😉) writing fluff has no place. When we know the longer a piece is the harder it is to get published, we’re going to cut down on as many words as possible, which means there’s just no room for fluff. As well, every scene in professional writing is there intentionally, with purpose. (See my post here if you’re unsure of what I mean by an intentional scene).

                Here’s my own take on it—often what people call ‘fluff’ is actually not fluff at all. I see people cutting out huge character scenes where relationships are tested or strengthened, motifs are added to, characters are on their way to changing into the person they become by the end—because it doesn’t add to the ‘plot’.

                The mistake here is the thinking that in order to not be considered fluff, every scene has to be action packed, racing through the events of the story, in order to get through the ‘plot’ to the end. However, when we know that the character journey IS the plot, that changes how we view events and action scenes.

                Readers read books about people. Bank robbers, detectives, princesses, lost souls and heroes and everyone in between. When there aren’t people, we personify objects or animals. We’re most interested and invested in humanity—humans are a little egotistical in that way. It’s those scenes that change, challenge, or develop character or dynamics between characters that are the most important, and the ones I see people cut first.

                I would argue more that the ‘action scenes’ that don’t fulfill any of those goals are actually fluff. However, of course there's a balance to this--don't cut out your action just because it's action, you want a healthy mix of both, and both types of scenes should be progressing your character's arc in some way.

                To wrap it up, there is no such thing as fluff if you’re writing with intention, and if you’re developing character or relationship. Yes, take out all the other extra stuff, but don’t take out scenes just because they focus on character—in fact, those are your most important ones.

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angel on the backroads

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“A mating ritual between red-eared slider turtles”

(via)

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Not really a full fakemon or regional variant, more of a redesign of Chinchou’s line. Anglerfish have some crazy sexual dimorphism so I thought it would be fun to incorporate that in the form of having the male attach to the lure of the female and trigger evolution

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Wrist Tattoo Idea Virgil- a heart beat showing highs and lows Roman- a crown! (Of course) Patton- a heart ❤️ Logan- a very serious tie

(The AU has been named!![ Life Line Au ] If you make anything regarding it, go ahead and tag it so I can see it!!!!

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Okay but question: I cannot remember if we all just agreed that Lance knit or if it’s canon?????? Which one??? Is it??????

Keith: *leaves for the blade*

one week later:

Hunk: Lance, buddy…you gotta leave your room at some point…

Lance:

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I’m finally allowed to post my full piece for @heliotropezine​!! Local flustered pajama boy makes breakfast in bed for his cute groggy alien boyfriend~ 

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Be A Team

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I need everyone to know that I’ve never left my Voltron kick and I WILL scream about my feelings of sadness at the last episode––not that I hated it, or that I’ll be engaging in any sort of debate of that kind, I just,,,, sobbed when it was over because I was emotionally invested and ajkdhfksjhf my god

One Taught Me Love :

One Taught Me Patience :

One Taught Me Pain :

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Protag: “How do we find our way to heaven? Surely no mortal could ever-”

Divine Entity: “Oh no dude it’s just to the left”

Protag: “….”

Divine Entity: “yeah it-”

Protag: “Are you fucking shitting me.”

one journey left-wards later

Peering out into the void on the edge of the world, you can see a small light dot on the horizon of nothingness.

Protag: “I cannot fathom what level of horseshit this constitutes to on a cosmic level. My disappointment is immeasurable and my day is ruined. Fuck.”

Submitted by @mysticalushanka

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Though the door was barred, it took you very little time to pull away the boards and slip inside. You still remembered how rundown this place had looked when you first came here all those years ago, and time certainly hadn’t done it any favours since then.

You’d only been a child when you first came here, far too young to have been messing around in abandoned buildings. Unfortunately your parents had once again left you with another incompetent babysitter, and the teen who was supposed to be looking after you, had forced you to come along with his friends, so that he wouldn’t get in trouble for leaving you alone.

It wasn’t like your parents would have believed you if you’d told them where he took you anyway.

The building the teen and his friends had chosen, was one that was well known for its bloody history and the horrible accidents that happened there whenever someone was foolish enough to enter. Most believed it was haunted, and as such it had become a popular subject for dares amongst most young adults. 

Few ever got far onto the property, but those who actually managed to get into the building itself, rarely left it unscathed. The luckier ones left only with vivid ongoing nightmares of demons and monsters, whilst others weren’t so fortunate.

Your babysitter quickly grew frustrated with your slow pace and fearful pleading to return home, firmly ordering you to stay put whilst they went to explore, and leaving you sitting anxiously in the centre of the main entrance. Of course, being so young, it didn’t take you long to get frightened at being all alone, and with an anxiously beating heart, you wandered deeper into the building, trying to find your babysitter and his friends again.

You still remembered how upset you had been as you wandered the empty and damaged halls, small hands clutching tightly at your clothes, in lieu of the stuffed dog your babysitter had forced you to leave at home. You’d been near tears when someone had finally found you, though it certainly hadn’t been who you were searching for.

The hellish glowing eyes should have frightened you back then, but in that moment, you’d simply been too upset about being left alone, to truly feel scared of them. 

The towering strangers eyes had softened as they saw your budding tears, their footsteps slow and cautious as they approached you, voice low and soothing. You’d interrupted them before they could continue, their eyes widening fractionally in alarm as you’d all but thrown yourself into their arms, sobbing into their chest.

Ever so gently they had gathered you close, sighing and muttering something under their breath as the stood with you carefully, one large hand gently petting your head. It had taken a while for you to calm enough to tell them what had happened, and even now you remembered the anger that had simmered in the depths of their gaze, though they had been quick to assure you that their anger wasn’t towards you.

For a while you’d babbled away in their arms, answering their inane questions as they stalked through the halls, distracting you expertly and even allowing you to steal their hat at some point. You hadn’t understood what they’d been doing back then, oblivious to the fact that they had been carefully keeping you away from the others, distracting you so that you couldn’t hear their frightened screams as they were taught a lesson.

By the time they had brought you back to the front entrance, you eyes were already starting to grow heavy, comforted by their long calm strides and deep voice. It hadn’t taken much for them to gently coax you into sitting down in the same place you’d been waiting before, their words gentle as they convinced you that the others would be returning soon.  

You could still remember the fond amusement in their eyes as you childishly insisted on finding a way to thank them for their help, their hand gentle as they ruffled your hair. 

“Come back and visit me when you’re older, on a night like this. Let us both talk again, and I will consider it thanks enough.”

It hadn’t been long after they’d disappeared back into the shadows, that your terrified and slightly battered babysitter and his friends had come scrambling back into the room, scooping you up frantically as they rushed to escape. In all the excitement, you hadn’t noticed until you’d been unceremoniously dumped on your bed back at home, that you still clutched the strangers hat in your small hands.

Standing in the place they had set you down on that fateful night, you fiddled with the hat you held in your hands, wondering how they would react to the fact that you had kept it safe all these years, or if they would even remember you. Though you knew their request had been more to appease you than anything else, you still found yourself excited to fulfil it, heart pounding slightly as you eyed the blood red moon that shined through the broken window.

There was only one way to find out.

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Theres a tiny hole in your bedroom wall that you use to pretend was a gateway to another world, and would send small notes about your day through. One day you grow very ill, and become unable to write your usual notes. On the third day, a small note written in delicate silver ink falls through, a tiny glowing flower wrapped up within. It simply reads, “are you ok? You havent sent us anything in a while”

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Title: Like Real People Do

Fandom: New Danganronpa V3: Everyone’s New Semester of Killing

Pairing: Tojo Kirumi/Shirogane Tsumugi

Warnings: None

Wordcount: 1262 @femslashfeb

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Femslash Feb! It continues! and I keep writing!

Watch me do rairpairs to sdjksjdksjd.

Sonia/Mikan time~ todays prompt is bloom!

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Title: Blooming Love

Fandom: Boku no Hero Academia/My Hero Academia

Pairing: Shiozaki Ibara/Komori Kinoko

Warnings: None

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