#I STILL HAVE LIKE 4 PIECES TO DO AND I HAVE TO FINISH IT B4 FRIDAY LIKE I NEED TO KILL THE TEACHER.

[dantespilled]

this is for school work and im so glad it somehow looks so good??

[studentbyday]

ft. doggie II, taken by @zzzzzestforlife (those are her glasses - they are in great need of a thorough wiping 🤦🏻‍♀️) to me her eyes say "hngh? why did you put the glasses on me, i don't wanna read! 🥺" but that's just me projecting 😝

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this is an update for the rest of the week bc it's a struggle to come up with post aesthetics i really like every day and i end up getting distracted a lot more with tumblr and i just can't keep that up and get to where i wanna be at the same time.

lately been feeling like my life is a mess that i need to get back together bc rn it feels like things are falling apart or gonna fall apart and idk which pieces i need to put where and when and every day i fail at *something* which feels like *everything* (if that makes sense...). but i don't know if i have the energy to do smth that may re-spark inspiration/motivation like a tumblr challenge (it could also further drain me, who knows at this point). also if i do a challenge, i'll feel compelled to do daily updates which may lead to more distraction unless i go with text-only posts. what do you think i should do, tumblr fam?

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🧖🏻‍♀️ self-care:

meditate (guided or not) every morning + night (then set forest timer b4 bed) ✅✅✅

journal (especially useful after meditating to note down thoughts/feelings i noticed) ✅✅

physio exercises every day ✅✅✅✅✅✅✅

laundry ✅

skincare ✅✅

crochet leg warmer ✅✅ (this is like...the lowest priority thing rn. was not a good/prudent way to spend my time this week!)

🎒 school:

finish biochem paper ✅ (crammed it over the weekend, i still have the conclusion and the citations to re-order and some questions that still need answering and may lead to edits)

biochem hw ✅

biochem section 1-4 ✅✅✅

mol bio section 3-6 (beginning of 6) ✅✅ (i started section 5 but i barely get it, i think, bc i'm tired)

psyc ch 1-3 ✅

psyc lab ✅ (i kept almost forgetting it even tho i wrote it down 🤦🏻‍♀️ luckily it was a short one)

🎶 study playlist of the day:

[lemongogo]

yuka

[cowboycakes]

Do You Get My Letters

✥ Pairing: Levi x fem!Reader, somewhat Reiner x fem!Reader

✥ Themes: Fluff, angst, sadness, big ass plot twist

✥ Warnings: Female bodied reader (she/her pronouns,) Pregnancy and birth (nothing gory.) Mentions of death, violence, and threats. Manipulation.

✥ Synopsis: You are carrying Reiner's baby when he betrays Paradis. Levi decides to step in.

✥ Word Count: 2.2k

(there is a part two up to this fic, but i've decided i'm going to rewrite the ending at some point.)

Anon's Request: Hi! I saw your requests are open so here I want to give my little scenario a try! 🕳🤸🏽‍♀️ I thought abt this last night, I’m currently rewatching AOT after 6 yrs and yet to finish season 4, so sorry if I’m wrong abt timelines/the plot? My request is the reader was with child with Reiner, but b4 reader told him, he betrayed and exposed his mission. Levi stepped in to help reader. And btw, I just finished watching ep 3 of season 4, so maybe Eren telling reiner abt his child and he regrets leaving the reader? And reiner jealous at the fact Levi is most likely considered his child’s father at that point. I can’t come up with an ending, so I’ll leave it up to you if you do take in my request. If this isn’t your type of writing I totally understand!

Note: This story is canon divergent. It is set in season 4, but in a universe where Reiner is not revealed as a traitor/the armored titan until a few months before season 4 takes place, as the reader was having relations with him until then and did not know his secret. I’m sorry if that change bothers you, I just wanted to write this as sort of its own story. This story contains season 4 spoilers! It also has nothing to do with the canon ending of AOT.

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Dear Reiner,

I hope this letter somehow gets to you, I don’t quite know where to start.

In a perfect world, I would be so happy to tell you this. You’d be ecstatic too, I think. And before you try to second guess me: I’m sure by now, don’t worry.

I’m pregnant.

I guess we weren’t careful enough before you left. I feel like an idiot. And lost. But I’m not hopeless. I know myself, I can make it work somehow. With or without you.

I’m still in shock about you. How could someone so close hide so much? You’re a talented spy I suppose, a great asset to Marley. You made me trust you with my entire life. You made me love every false thing about you. And this is the rude awakening I get in return.

I’ll raise our child to value honesty and kindness, all in spite of you.

Sincerely,

Reader

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The paper was damp with tears after you lifted your pen for a final time. You wished you could just keep the whole thing a secret: go make a quiet life for yourself somewhere else. It wouldn’t be right. Not after all of the dishonesty that man had spewed to you over the past few years. You had to tell him.

The door to the office room you’d settled in to write the letter creaks open. It’s Levi. He looks at your puffy eyes somberly, sympathetic. He was the first person you had told about the entire situation. Not because you were close, just because you needed help.

You fold your letter and stick it into a sturdy envelope. Levi takes it in his hand.

“That piece of shit doesn’t deserve a thing from you. Not a letter. Certainly not tears,” Levi says, using a clean handkerchief to wipe a stray drop from your cheek, “but I am proud of you.”

You take the handkerchief from him, feeling more tears stream down your face.

“Proud? I’m a fucking idiot,” you say through your sobs.

“Don’t even try to pull that self pity shit with me. Things happen sometimes. And you’re strong enough to commit to getting through it,” he responds.

You stand up, pushing your chair out. You look at him as you dry your face off again.

“I’m alone. How the hell am I supposed to do this shit alone?”

“You are not alone,” Levi replies. You’re shocked when he pulls you into a hug. “I’m going to help.”

You had never seen this side of him before. You look at him as you pull away slowly, tears still welled in your eyes.

“Are you sure? That's a big burden, Levi. None of this has to involve you.”

“Not the biggest burden I’ve ever taken on,” he shrugs. “There’s a lot of death around here, Y/N. Everyone is going to be happy about the little bit of life you’re giving us.”

You chuckle. He’s cynical, but he’s right.

He licks the envelope as he walks toward the door.

“Want me to run you a hot bath or something? Is that the type of shit pregnant people need?” he asks.

You laugh, a little harder than normal. It felt so relieving to laugh.

“Sure, Captain,” you respond softly.

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Dear Reader,

I received your letter before the battle in Marley. I actually got to hand it to Reiner myself. He knows everything now. He broke down in front of me after reading it, going on about how much he regrets everything. How he wishes he could change things and be there for you. He begged me to kill him right there.

The world will eventually not have suffering like what you are going through now.

Eren Jaeger

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Your jaw had dropped reading it. He begged me to kill him.

You hand the letter Levi had just delivered back to him. He reads it with a furrowed brow.

“Do you think…” you begin, your voice shaky, “do you think I could send another letter?”

Levi purses his lips, “Possibly. I can ask Jaeger. But right now, you need to bring your blood pressure back down.”

You were over seven months along now. You had found out about your pregnancy late, after being in denial for four whole months. Hange insisted on checking you out after you’d thrown up every morning for a week.

Levi had since gone on a parenting book reading spree; he made you read several of them too. He knew just about everything you needed to do to make a healthy baby: what to eat, what not to eat, how to exercise, when to go to the doctor, etc. It was really sweet how much he cared. You knew it gave him hope, something to fight for, something to come home to.

You were terrified when he left for Marley. You kissed him for the first time when he returned. Just about everyone you knew had to fight. You wished you could be out there fighting with them like you were supposed to. Maybe you could have made a difference.

Levi takes your hand, squeezing it to bring you out of your thoughts.

“What can I do?” he asks.

“Get me a glass of wine,” you grumble.

“Absolutely not.”

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Dear Reiner,

Reader does not know I’m sending this. So keep it that way, or I’ll kill your sorry ass. Or maybe not, you’d probably enjoy that. In that case I’ll get creative.

How does it feel? Being a fucking deadbeat? Is it everything you’d thought it’d be and more? Fucking her and leaving her with nothing, like she belongs in a whorehouse. Reminds me of what happened to my mother. Pieces of shit like you came in and sent her to her death, leaving her kid behind to starve.

I wasn’t about to let her suffer like my mother did. But you were. I’m glad your choices haunt you, Reiner. You fucking deserve it.

I’ll be there for the both of them from now on, doing everything you were never capable of. She’s due any day now, I’m sure she’ll try to write to you.

Levi

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You feel your first contraction while napping on the couch with Levi. You were settled in between his legs, your back leaning up against his chest. He had his hands on your stomach; he loved to feel the baby kick and tell them some of the happier stories in his memories.

The two of you had grown so close over the past few months. You slept together every night now. You didn’t want to leave each other’s sides if you didn’t have to. Levi would cuddle and massage you any time your pregnant body was ailing you.

You had fantasized with him about life after the war. He wanted to be a husband, a father, to live peacefully in the countryside. And he wanted more than anything for you to join him.

The first contraction wasn’t painful enough for you to make much more than a grunting noise, but Levi woke up the second he felt your stomach contort a bit. He was on very high alert these days.

“Holy… shit…is that what I think it is?” Levi whispers, “Don’t answer. I’m getting Hange.”

He crawls out from behind you and sprints out of the room.

The pain worsens and becomes much more frequent while he’s out looking for Hange. You stand up eventually after getting the urge to walk around - and your water breaks. You start panicking, unsure of how dilated you were and how much time you had left before pushing. You really wished you’d done more than just skimmed through those birthing books right about now.

Levi and Hange eventually come sprinting back into the room with a wheelchair and cold rags to find you whimpering in pain on the couch, trying your best to control your breathing.

You’re rushed down the halls to the Scout’s infirmary, where Levi had made sure the perfect room was set up for you - and it had been that way for two months.

The next hour goes by in a blur. Hange knew the biology of how to deliver the baby, and Levi knew how to coach you. He helped you hold your legs back when you pushed, and helped you count out your breathing. Hange attended to everything that might have made Levi faint, like checking your dilation and making sure the baby was coming out at the right angle. You got lucky having these two by your side.

Through all of your efforts, you finally hear a cry. You look up to see Levi holding your tiny new baby as Hange wiped them clean. He was smiling, way bigger than you’d ever seen him smile before, with tears in his eyes.

“Here,” he says softly, handing her to you.

You cradle her on your bare skin. “She’s so perfect, Levi! Look how sweet she is!” you coo.

“What are you going to call her?” he asks, stroking your hair as you gleam down at your baby.

“I was thinking,” you smile, “Kuchel.”

Levi lets out small gasp. Tears start streaming down his face, his efforts to stifle them failing.

“Really? I think that’s,” he wipes his eyes, “a wonderful name.”

—-

Dear Reiner,

She’s finally here! Oh my god, she’s precious. Levi and Hange helped to deliver her. Labor went smoothly. Levi started to cry when he saw her for the first time. She really is just that perfect. We are calling her Kuchel, after Levi’s mother. He cried when I told him that, too (don’t tell him I’m sharing those crying details.) I've decided to give her Levi’s last name as well.

Levi set up the perfect nursery for us.

If you really did feel guilty for leaving - don’t be. I’m happy.

She has your eyes.

Sincerely,

Reader

—-

Dear Reiner,

Kuchel said her first word today. Of course it wasn’t mama, she’s such a daddy’s girl. She started crawling awhile ago, we are now working on standing up on our own. She has all of this blonde curly hair, too. She’s growing up so fast.

Reader

—-

Dear Reiner,

Levi proposed a few days ago. It was so perfect. We found a nice house with room for a farm that will be perfect for a family.

I can only wonder how you’re doing, now that the war is over.

Are you even alive?

Reader

—-

Dear Reiner,

I’m expecting again. Levi is beyond excited. I am too, of course. Kuchel started school this year. She is such a smart kid.

I still wonder about you. After all these years.

Reader

—-

Message after message, word after word. No response. You had decided he must be dead. The devastation after the war would argue that he was.

That is, until you found yourself rummaging through one of Levi’s desk drawers, looking for baby Isabel’s lost pacifier.

You felt the bottom of the drawer shift. A false bottom?

You pry at it until it comes open.

Letters.

Dozens of opened letters. With Marleyan postage stamps.

You pull out the first bundle you see. They’re all from you. Unopened. Unsent. You set them aside, your jaw quivering.

You pull out the second bundle and gasp.

—-

Dear Reader,

Eren showed me your letter. I am terribly sorry. Let me fix this, somehow. You can come to live with me in Marley. I will take care of you. Please.

I’m not just a traitor, a liar, a farce. Everything between us was real. I can explain everything. Just trust me.

Love,

Reiner

—

Dear Reader,

Do you get my letters?

I’ve only heard rumors about our new baby girl. I wish I could see her. Just once. For a second. Do you have a camera? I know they’re hard to come by in Paradis. I can send one.

I’d do anything to change this. You know I would.

Love,

Reiner

—-

To Levi,

You son of a bitch. I know exactly what you’re doing. You think this is protecting her, but it’s not. Just let her talk to me. She would listen, she would understand. You said yourself that she writes. You manipulative, sick bastard. That is MY child. She will never be yours. No matter what you brainwash her to believe, your dirty Ackerman blood does not run through her veins. She deserves to know. You are the farce, Levi.

Reiner

—-

There were dozens more. All opened. All from Reiner.

You sink down to the floor, tears spilling from your eyes.

You are the farce, Levi.

But, why? He was just protecting you, right?

The office door opens. You jump, shoving the letters back into the drawer.

“Mommy, why are you crying?” Kuchel asks.

You take a deep breath, staring down at the letters, thinking about everything that could have been.

“Are you happy here, Kuchel?”

“Yes!” she chirps, “Every day!”

“Then it’s nothing, baby. Mommy just got hurt. She’s better now.”

Your daughter giggles and skips out of the room, leaving you to hide away the rest of the letters.

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I REALLY HOPE I understood your request, Anon! I actually had a lot of fun writing this. It isn't something I would normally think to write, but I'm so glad you shared this idea! Sorry for the sad ending, I love playing w people's emotions ;)

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[fixing-bad-comic-art]

New Tag List

if youd like something added or if i mistag something please dont be afraid to let me know

Fixes- all the edits

Not My Fix- all the edits done by other people i get tagged in/sent.

Not a fix- me just clownin around, ie asks, misc posts, and joke edits,

anon/[url]- how i tag asks

rimshots- fixes that have had a joke edited in along side the actual edit.

regularly scheduled programming- the queued/scheduled post tag

progress log- reblogs of wips i need advice on from my art blog, they get deleted from this blog about an hour after they get posted, but they do get archived on my art blog, (@bitchfitch (read the pinned post on that blog b4 following or scrolling too far, 18+ only)) under the #reblogin-for-archivin tag

booster shot- finished drawings/paintings boosted from my art blog,

reruns- rbs of edits i have already posted, as well as occasional housekeeping posts I need to boost a lil

petfuntimes- sometimes people send me pictures of their pets and i love it every time, currently all petfuntimes are queued to avoid spam

dilferapy- i just think dilfs are neat and talk about them too much sometimes,

FAQ under the cut

are you bad-comic-art? Nope, i just picked a bad url.

Why do you know so little about comics? Its bc the only pieces of superhero media i have ever consumed were wolverine and the xmen when i was like 10 and both deadpool movies.

what's your name/ pronouns/ where are you from? I'm Zachariah/Zach/Zaz, he/him preferably but tbh i dont care and you'll see me refer to myself with whatever im feeling that day. and im from texas.

what program do you use? Infinite painter on my phone

how do i submit something? You can @ me, message me, or send it as a submission, but please do not attach it to an ask bc i can't save it to my phone from an ask.

whats accepted? any professionally produced narrative illustration. so comics and manga from any publisher are in, fan art is out. having said that i dont tend to change outfits bc i just dont know enough about any of these characters.

Can i submit my own art for critique? of course! just let me know in the ask you want a critique,

whats your art blog? @bitchfitch i dont post very often but when i do its usually gay nonsense. edit: i now post more often on bitchfitch than i do this blog el oh el.

why haven't you answered/edited something i sent? 1. tumblr might have eaten it, 2. it got buried under a bunch of other stuff, 3. i meant to answer it but i wanted to give it more thought and promptly forgot about it, 4. i already answered a very similar ask. 5.the edit would require completely redrawing the og image, im just too lazy to do that, but ill usually still post it with commentary

if i dont answer something just send it again like 3 days later.

Got a PayPal/ cashapp? i only accept pictures of Nightcrawler aka Kurt Wagner as repayment for what i do here.

why do you do this? funsies.

[phoebehalliwell]

I need some kind of a photoshop lesson for this aesthetic of yours

okay i’m gonna do a tutorial real time for a picspam type aesthetic that will look like this ⇣ a photo i will put here once i make it.

step one. open ps : )

welcome : )

okay so dimensions r a thing tumblr compresses photos like hella so i do all my still img aesthetics 900x900 is you’re trying to do this for say insta i would actually recommend jumping up to 1080x1080. pixels, obviously. idk if i have to clarify that.

so click ctrl+n or create new i’ll be doing 900x900

these r the rest of my settings i personally do not think they matter my resolution stays at 72 the only thing i’ve detected this affecting is font size. (side note notice how this pic looks all fuzzy? that’s bc it’s a ss with a boatload of pixels. and if there’s one thing tumblr hates. it’s pixels. and then it’s users. but who’s counting? tumblr is. i recommend keeping ur still images 900x900♥)

step two is collecting ur images i personally use pinterest for these bc quite frankly it’s really nice & easy to find these types of photos esp if you’re looking for a canon character bc if you type in [character name] aesthetic you’ll get stuff if you don’t quite frankly even just type in aesthetic you can scroll until you find an image you like click on that and go through like images underneath it and keep burning thru. like u probably know how to work pinterest. but i am being thorough and covering my bases. searching [color] aesthetic is also nice or even searching a character that isn’t the character you’re doing this for but who’s kind of similar that also works. i recommend esp for charmed bc their pinterest gets bogged down with screencaps and then like. charms like jewelry searching “charmed aesthetic” or “phoebe halliwell aesthetic” really just doesn’t cut it so what i’d recommend is instead of going through pins, go through boards.

bc like. big difference. other pro tips if you see a board you like, go to the person’s profile and check out their other boards bc odds are you’ll find more you like. another protip if you’re specifically doing ocs typing in oc aesthetic will get you a lot even going to the boards on that as well. yields.

so. you’ve gathered ur images. u need five. open em. i’m making an aesthetic 4 myself which you’ve probably already guessed from the fact i’m putting the finished piece at the top, but it’s not ready yet so it’s still a surprise for me. 

cropping. if ur doing a 900x900, use these setting exactly. 1080x1080 use 1080/2 x 1080/3. i’m not doing the math 4 u ♥

most important part? Delete Cropped Pixels. otherwise ur not really doing anything. crop all five images.

but them in ur document. document? psd? ur thing ♥ place them places. u do not have to commit now. leave one middle one blank. it does not matter which one. i personally like to alternate my text pieces if i’m doing a long post like what i did on my ncwotng set. some people keep them all on the same side. this lowkey bugs me i feel like it throws off the Balance but i imagine some people like The Consistency. i don’t. but w/e. it’s up to u as this is gonna be ur set. also like. as you’ve cropped these to x/2,x/3 settings they should fit nice like puzzle pieces : )

the next step i personally like doing is creating by text box with The Color™ do this bc simply duplicating one of ur images, shoving it in the empty slot, and converting into a sharp object. edit contents.

now. obvi i selected these images w a color scheme in mid. i recommend u do the same. even if it’s just vague. they don’t all have 2 fit. this is my example of my sheridan piece b4 or after. tweaking is possible. layers w masks r ur friend. i can talk about them more if need be.

But. back 2 the smart object. brush tool. paint it.

♥

the text i used was times new roman all caps 40pt font 0 spacing for the title and times new roman 14pt font 0 spacing italics for the subheading. here’s my dency b4 and after for comparison

next step is after you have your text in alright, shove everything into groups. mode on “normal”

then you can start editing. the groups let you edit things like lighting and color without touching any of the layers below it ��

i’m not gonna do a Major coloring tutorial, for lighting i’ll usually tinker with exposure, levels, sometimes brightness/contrast. for colors, color balance + hue/saturation. i rarely touch anything else.

i’ll bring u along 4 the coloring of this one bc i’m gonna add a layer mask.

so the first thing i’m going to do bc the paper itself is already close to the vibe is i’m going to color it normal and just ignore the background

something like that. then i’m going to add a layer mask (square button w the plus sign)

and then i’m going to eye dropper a color off from somewhere else

now i was talking about the “normal” blend mode stops ur color settings from bleeding over onto other images? does not apply to painting on layers but you’re already masking this bad boy, so it doesn’t matter. just don’t say i didn’t warn u

i’d recommend using a really ridiculous blend mode to clean up ur thing at first, i’m using darken which isn’t that wild but like whatevs.

add a layer mask using this button.

select and mask

use this thing to clean up ur mask

okay so i did a lot since we last spoke

but if i impart any lesson to u. it’s: fuck around. find out. that’s literally how i’ve basically done everything. nothing’s ever really gone horribly wrong. click things. see what happens.

okay so now that you’ve kinda gotten everything figured out. change ur text box color again. i’m introducing u to ye ol trick that is not the paint brush. but. hue/saturation on colorize more yeah babyyyyy

ahaha yes. love this bad boy.

Now. Trick To Make Everything Super Cohesive™. put things above All of your groups.

yeah boy.

reorganize ur thing bc u don’t like how it looks.

fuck around w a lot of stuff.

it’s still cluttered.

fuck it. grab a new image.

something like that. never let the fear of striking out keep u from playing the game : )

fuck around a bit more.

vibes♥

save ur image bc u literally Have Not Done That Yet

& then remember the other thing u forgot to do

eyedropper what ur text box looks like move the whole thing to the tippity top and recolor

this is just bc u’ve fuck around a lot w a lot f different settings. this ensures that the text stays the same color u set it as.

okay final step.

turn The Whole Thing into a smart object, smart sharpen

leave out the text box tho. the sharpened text can look weird. it’s ur choice, but with these settings,, cronch.

and wallah. ctrl+shift+s save as png and bada bing bada boom baby. aesthetic

[waves-crash]

Waiting for Purple Dal-Mi  - Plum Wine & The Scene that should have Convinced Me

Part 3

Part 1  Part 2  Part 4

The conflict between Red and Blue and why neither can open the plum wine

I really enjoyed the scene with Dosan and HJP in the elevator. Honestly, bravo, I love that they are heading down to level B4, because that’s what we are doing, we are rehashing that argument from before.  Dosan and HJP are having the same argument and refusing to talk. Fate seems to have interceded and caused the elevator to stop, actually I kind of think its HJP being petty that causes fate to intercede. WE need to hear this argument, Do-san and HJP need to have this argument. Fate is setting up HJP’s last ball, last chance.  Dal-mi needs to hear this argument from the two man, and we need these two men to hash it out if we ever have a chance to see a purple Dalmi, otherwise Dalmi will always be blue or red. More under the cut... also sorry for the lack of pictures, I wish I had more time, but I may have one more post to get done yet tonight.

They are fighting, and it is after this scene we see Dalmi contemplating her decision in red and blue. The argument about the map, I know that lots of other people have made this argument. But the sailing without a map worked well for Do-san, he got a job with a great firm, but Dal-mi was left picking up the pieces. Honestly, the fact that Dalmi doesn’t have much to say about the argument means she hasn’t really decided which is the better answer. She is in conflict over the decision.

I don’t have too much to say about the fight over the plant and the letters, it’s a fight over past and future growth, both neither want to give way to the other, but I do have a bit to say about the plum wine. So, the fact that these two idiots finally have a heart to heart over drinks is a win. They both understand each other better, they both come to terms with why they are jealous with each other. And HJP finally let’s go which is what he needs to do. They decide that they should drink the plum wine that settles indigestion, you know like butterflies in your stomach and heartache. But guess what neither idiot is able to open the purple wine. Only one person should be able to ease their digestion, and it is neither our blue moon boy or our red plant boy. Dalmi is the only one that should be able to open that wine, she is the only one that can make that choice, if she chooses to.   

  The Scene that should have Convinced Me and why it didn’t

I think @hawkofdagda wrote a really good post why this kiss didn’t quite work for me… so I am just going to say, go check out that post. I agree with a lot of what was said there.

What I am going to say about the kiss scene is a couple things. I don’t think Dal-mi had stopped waffling on her choice after speaking with grandma. Or maybe the right interpretation of that scene was Dalmi going back to what she thought had purpose like grandma going back to her work that gave her purpose. I am open to either interpretation.

 Dalmi when she is at the Sandbox is looking for fate to in intervene, if she can find Do-San’s dream in a minute then she will make the bid. The odds seem just the same to her, so if she can find his dream they will bid on the project. Dal-mi looks but she is looking in the wrong place, time is running out and Do-san makes his romantic gesture. He hands her his dream and makes his move.  The romance!

Except it didn’t work for me, beyond the kiss not being the kiss described by Dalmi on her date, no toe lifts, nothing. It didn’t work for me because Dalmi is still self-deceiving, Dalmi is refusing to grab the handle of the sword that Jeong-sil is telling her to. She needs to make her decision and stop holding onto the blade of the sword, but not make a rash decision. Dalmi is so worried about not harming others and turning the blade on others that she refuses to take action.

This scene would have convinced me that it was DoDal end game, if…. Dalmi had taken action. That’s it.

 If Do-san had not given her his dream. If Dal-mi had said we are doing the project anyways. I will never disagree that Dal-mi likes Do-san. She does.

If Dal-mi had crossed the line and kissed Do-san it was end game. But Dal-mi needs to act. This is her fatal flaw, her refusal to take action. The ending is what solidified it for me. Dosan & Dalmi just finished their kiss in this scene, Dalmi hands him her dream to get to the top floor. Dalmi wants to get to the top floor more than anything, she thinks Do-san will get her there. She’s looked at all the variables, there is no one better equipped at that moment to get Dalmi to the top floor, Do-san is her rocket, and they are going to charge ahead without stopping. Except I think Dalmi was counting on the sandbox to cushion here and it won’t be there.

I think I have one last post in me....

[lightasthesun]

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Who is your current favourite author? What is their best story?

Oh God. I love and hate this question because I don't want to single someone out. I follow so many amazing fic authors for whose stories I'd immediately abandon my real life activities (and already have in the past). I can't just choose one so I won't. These are in no particular order:

@kckenobi is one of those amazing writers and I always run to AO3 as fast as I possibly can whenever she's uploaded yet another incredible piece of art. Every single one of her stories is painful and renders me speechless in their own way. I can't judge which is the best story because they're all fantastic but Light to lean on or Six Feet under have a special place in my heart.

@katierosefun 's multichapter fics are something I look forward to every week and I'm already dreading the day they'll be finished because they never disappoint or fail to captivate me. Simply amazing. I love THG and TCW so really, ever in our favor, is a treat and was basically written for me and to these memories is a different kind of heartbreak every chapter. Still it leaves me craving for more.

I really have to control myself not to geek out.

I'm adding loose stitches and holes by @.katierosefun and @.kckenobi because they're...something else and I'm still not over it and technically it's a collab so I'm using it as an excuse. Now these two stories are arguably their best work because both their writing styles just match perfectly. I didn't expect the feast I would get but I literally lost it when they posted those fics and cried a tiny bit when reading it. Freaking heartbreaking and mesmerizing. (ahhh shit I did geek out a bit)

Now @lazarusii 's stories are holding my heart in a stronghold (collection of Obi-Wan/Ahsoka fics) and especially In the Depths of the Wind and Rain lives in my mind rent free. I've only read it once or twice so far because it's so heavy and emotional and idk if I'm strong enough to feel that kind of pain again but damn I catch myself thinking about it every once in a while. I was hesitant to read it at first because it was tagged as horror and hell am I glad I took the risk because it's the definition of beautifully tragic and dreadful. I love it.

Last but not least @revenge-of-the-shit 's Disconnected Conduit has me geeking out every new chapter and the idea in itself is so fleshed-out and cinematic that I ask myself again and again where the plot idea's are coming from and if I can be let in on the secret. The story is unique and it makes me lose my mind half the time because I wanna see it on screen although the author is doing an amazing job storytelling wise so I feel like I know what everything looks like anyway. I've never read anything like it before and I lose myself in it every time.

What is your favorite story trope? Why?

FOUND FAMILY! If it is even a trope. As I said before idk how this works. But found family and angst are my favorite things to read about. Because, well, they're the most entertaining. They make me feel all warm and fuzzy but also fill me with dread. I'm a sucker for pain if any of you didn't already know that and found family with angst gives me a hurt/comfort vibe even if the fic is hurt/no comfort.

Is there anything that makes you nope out of a story? What is it?

1. The use of endearments like babe, baby, honey.

2. Too big paragraphs.

3. Hello, my name is... (you get my point)

4. First person (I just can't read first person in Fanfiction)

5. Also smut because... I don't like it and I don't get it :'D

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