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dazais-guardian-angel · 7 months ago

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Dazai Osamu and the Dark Era: the visual novel (a fan project)

On a whim, I've decided to finally just publicly release this project that I've had laying around for two years at this point, for Dazai's birthday today. It was originally made for my very dear friend @letmereachforthestars , when I first introduced her to the series and wanted her to be able to read my favorite BSD light novel in an easier-to-read format. You need a computer to be able to play. The details and links are under the cut:

If you've never played a visual novel before, it's basically a novel in the form of a video game. Text will appear line by line, one a time on the screen, and it will be accompanied by relevant background visuals, music, and sound effects, to make the reading experience more immersive, and more stimulating than just reading from a book. Some visual novels have actual gameplay elements to them, and some are just books and nothing else (oftentimes dating sims/choose-your-own-adventure novels), the latter of which this is. If you've played the mobile game Bungou Tales/Mayoi, the story sections of that game are basically mini visual novels.

This game was made with screenshots and music from the anime, sound effects from the anime and Bungou Tales and free sound effect online sources, as well as graphics and fonts and other assets from Bungou Tales and other official BSD art (particularly the official anime soundtrack cd covers). The script is taken entirely from the official Yen Press translation of Dark Era, with the exception of about two or three iconic lines that I used different translations of because I felt like they had more impact. Additionally, at the very, very end, I added on the original ending scene from the Dark Era stage play and wrote a few fanfic lines of my own to accompany it you can tell because they are very cringe and don't match Asagiri's writing style.

Before playing the game, there are a few very important things to keep in mind; PLEASE read all this:

I am not a professional in the slightest. I took some coding classes in high school, and have some photoshop skills (when it comes to the design elements of the menus), but for the most part the former wasn't much help here; this was my very first time ever using the Renpy engine, and I made this entirely from scratch. I used my knowledge of playing other visual novels to emulate the kinds of effects and timing that is typical for these games, and I think it turned out pretty well all things considered, but it's still very amateur. This is most evident in the sound effects. The sound effects have no volume consistency between them, and some of them, particularly the gun/battle sfx, can come on very suddenly and be loud. I highly, HIGHLY encourage going into the settings and turning down the sound effects volume (the music should be fine), so that you're not startled by certain sounds when they happen, and for a lengthy time. I wouldn't blame you if you decide to turn the sfx off entirely if's too distracting, honestly 🫠 I am no expert in sound files equalizing and making sound files loop seamlessly, so this was by far the most tedious and frustrating part of the process of making this for me. Hopefully it doesn't ruin the game or break immersion too much if you decide to leave them on (I hope you do, for the rain and clock sounds at least, but again I wouldn't blame you if you can't).

Dark Era is the most faithful light novel adaptation in the anime, but there are still a handful of scenes, mostly fight scenes, that got shaved down significantly. Because of this, there are numerous occasions where I had to simply linger on a black screen or the same screenshot for a long period of time, while tons and tons of narration happens, because there's simply nothing I can show to accompany said narration. This is not ideal, but unfortunately I didn't have much else of a choice in those instances, so I hope it's not too distracting. There are also a few instances of straight-up inconsistencies between the novel and the anime (ex. the fight between Oda and Akutagawa happens in the woods in the novel, but in the anime it's still right outside the art museum), so sometimes what you're reading won't quite match the screenshots I use. Fortunately it's never anything major, but it does happen.

There will sometimes be long, unchanging black screens. Don't worry, the game isn't broken; just wait long enough and it will continue.

Sometimes, a character will get cut off when speaking, and when that happens the dialogue will auto-force to the next line. If you didn't get a chance to see what was said before, check the text backlog/history (in the menu or the H key).

Last but not least, this game was made with the default text speed in mind. Meaning, that when it comes to certain specific scenes, the mood/tone of them, made up of the timing of music, transitions, sound effects, etc, all of it was arranged around the speed at which things progress when using the default text speed. I completely understand if you can't, but if at all possible, please try not to change the text to go too much faster or slower, especially faster, because certain scenes will lose a lot of impact otherwise. If you already know Dark Era, you probably have an idea of some of the scenes I'm referring to. At the very least, during the more high-stakes/intense scenes, please try to play through those all at once without stopping, for the greatest impact based on how I designed the game, and only pause/quit during the slower scenes. There are specific moments that I'm really proud of how they came out, and I'd like for them to have the maximum impact that I intended :') (also note that if you make the text appear instantly, the cut-off dialogue mentioned above simply will not appear at all, and you won't even know to look back for them, so please refrain from making the text instant at the very least)

Ignore the cringe sappy final message

...I think that's everything. With all that out of the way, here are the links for both PC and Mac:

Download the PC version

Download the Mac version

This was a passion project for me for a good many months back in 2022. It started out just as a gift for my friend, but in the end I was really satisfied with how it turned out, despite how tedious and frustrating it was to work on. I've been hesitant to share it with the fandom for all this time because I kinda doubt anyone would really be interested in something like this especially since it's not stormbringer or beast, but someone on discord who tried it told me that I should share it, so here it is. I'm sharing it not just because I'm proud of my work, but because Dark Era is a truly amazing light novel — underrated, in my opinion (yes, I said what I said) — and far better than the anime adaptation, as good as that is, and I want more people to read it. If reading the books is hard for you and you've never read Dark Era before, if I can help just one more person to read it with this, I'll be happy, and consider my job done. 💖

I so desperately want to make more of these visual novels for the other light novels, but sadly, some of them simply aren't possible thanks to how many scenes are missing from the anime, like with Entrance Exam in particular. I've also been waiting with vain, thin hope that Bungou Tales will eventually reach seasons 3 and 4, so I can use their Fifteen and Untold Origins title screens like I did here, if those ever exist. However, I'm also held back thinking about certain scenes that would require some redrawing/drawing additional details to match what's written in the novels. If anyone has any ideas on things I could do to possibly get around these issues, or just thoughts in general about how the other light novels might be tackled, or if you're an artist who can recreate the anime's style and takes commissions/knows someone who does, I'd absolutely love to hear from you! As well as any advice/help on how I can smooth out/improve this project here!

Anyway, sorry for the long wall of text. Thank you for reading all this, if you did, and if you do try the game, please let me know your thoughts; I crave any and all feedback. 💙✨

#bungou stray dogs #bsd #dazai osamu #osamu dazai and the dark era #dazai osamu and the dark era #stomach is turning upside down as i post this OTLLLLLLLLL #not ready for it to get absolutely no attention just like i expected lmfao #can you blame me for waiting so long :' )#if even just one person plays it and enjoys it though........ just one........ i will love you #it's really amateur and rough but i'm really proud of it still orzzzzz #i hope the love comes through....... i just want more people to love and appreciate dark era....... and oda and dazai and ango......... :'

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guster-animations · 9 months ago

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The Japanese Version of Deltarune

about a week ago i decided to translate japanese deltarune because i was curious and bored. i found a lot of stuff that i haven’t heard anyone talk about before!

i only translated chapter 2 because i got to the cliffs and remembered that watching/playing chapter 1 over and over again is really boring to me. might do it when/if i finish writing the post.

uhhh a few warnings. i’m not fluent in japanese whatsoever (i’m like n4 level? i think?), and i might not explain this very well to people who don’t know anything about the language. if you’re confused about anything i say, just ask and i’ll explain it in better detail.

i got all of the gameplay from tsuwahasu’s playthroughs of chapter 2 (pacifist and weird route), so all of the screenshots will be from his vods. i picked his vod to watch somewhat randomly so i was very surprised when he not only got all the easter eggs/secrets on a blind playthrough besides the egg room, but also beat spamton neo in one try, god damn

also i’m not the first person to look at the jp version of deltarune. please look at these posts/videos if you want to see stuff that’s already known in better detail:

skellfamily (light/dark world writing, characters’ pronouns and speech patterns) | suzyundertale (ch2 character names, some jokes) suzyundertale again (the gonermaker sequence) | duxarcana and halfbreadchaos (character in the code) | kazarinn (comments from the translators)

reblogs highly appreciated—this took a ton of time!!!

NOW.

LET US BEGIN.

first things first. the gonermaker sequence is one of the most well-known differences in the japanese language among lore fanatics like myself.

in japanese, the first character speaking to you (gaster/Geoff) speaks in kanji (normal) and katakana instead of hiragana (not normal, incredibly strange sounding). the character who hijacks the gonermaker at the end speaks differently, with kanji and hiragana (normal). as suzyundertale mentions in their post, the patterns are extremely similar to a certain fallen child from the end of the undertale genocide route.

another well-known lore Thing in the japanese version is that the hidden “scrapped” lines (AKA the person trapped in the code) use very feminine and childlike speaking mannerisms. this makes it very likely that the person is dess holiday

i’m not going to be going over much personal pronoun stuff, because other people have already covered most of that, though i haven’t seen one thing mentioned by anyone else:

seam uses the pronoun “atashi” (あたし), which is normally a very girly pronoun but in this case it’s meant to make them seem old and wise, since it was a more common pronoun in olden times. their other mannerisms are gender neutral and not feminine, but their name is localized to “nui” (ヌイ)— the word for “seam” in japanese, as well as an actual feminine given name.

does the use of “atashi” combined with having a fem name confirm that they are female? i’m 95% sure the answer is no. do those two things lead native japanese speakers to believe that they are female? i have no idea.

light and dark world

skellfamily mentioned all of this in the post i linked, but i have something small to add

undertale uses mainly hiragana in its text for the japanese version, with some small exceptions for when the fourth wall is broken. this is referencing earthbound, which also did this. this carries over to the light world of deltarune, but kanji is used liberally in the dark world. this is explained by toby fox wanting the light world to make the player think deltarune would be like undertale.

that’s all

small jokes and stuff in the localization

the “librarby” misspelling joke carries over, with it being named “toshonka” (the japanese word for library is “toshokan”).

the AGREE2ALL puzzle was changed to say “YEEES20!!”. this can be read as “yes ni maru” (with the number 2 being read as “ni” in jp and “maru” being the word for a circle), meaning “yes to all” just like in english!

the “apple” keyboard puzzle still says “apple” though ralsei mentions that apple means “ringo” (the japanese word for apple) if you talk to him for a hint.

funnily enough, this joke was kept as is! (“kris, type as i say. f…” “…un!”)

the tasque’s battle lines in english are binary codes, with “me” being 0 and “ow” being 1. this is similar in jp. “nyan” is the equivalent of “meow” in that language, so “ny”=0 and “an”=1. cute!

the “bosom” joke is about the same, if anyone was curious

“breasts / annihilation”

“b…breast?”

“it means tity”

probably my favorite joke in the entire japanese version: in english, before the berdly fight on the roller coaster, he incorrectly refers to lightners as “Light Nerds” . in japanese this is changed to make him use ateji (a combination of kanji that doesn’t mean anything but sounds like an already existing word with their combined readings), calling the lightners 雷斗奈悪 (raitonaa, phonetically similar to the transliteration raitonā which the translation uses). it has the exact same effect (of berdly trying to sound smart but actually being very incorrect), but it’s localized in an outstanding way

“you are filled with the power of not knowing what sugarplums are” is changed to “you are filled with the power of not knowing what christmas pudding is”.

when berdly incorrectly calls susie “susan”, she says “who’s susan?” instead of “my name isn’t susan”. japanese people likely don’t know that “susie” is usually short for “susan”, so it makes sense for her to be even more confused in this version.

the spelling contest in berdly’s flashback is still an english spelling contest, with berdly specifying that it’s english.

instead of saying “susie… a real dragon blazers reference?!” when susie references dragon blazers 2, berdly says, “susie… you’re… a serious dragon blazers player…?!”

on that topic, dragon blazers is instead called dragon blader in japanese. was it called that the whole time? am i misremembering? i legitimately don’t know

the ice-e keysmash puzzle is changed so that you can type it out in japanese as すふぎおろてにぺけなも. it still does not mean anything.

right after susie referenced godzilla with the susiezilla line on the ferris wheel, she references ANOTHER tokusatsu. i think. here (while about to fall on ralsei) she says “ore, sanjou!!!!” (i arrive!), which is a famous catchphrase from kamen rider den-o. i’m like 85% sure it was an intentional reference. den-o is one of my favorite rider shows so this is amazing to me

and lastly. the name of minecrap is changed to マインクシャット (mainkushatto), which seems to be a play on some word plus “minecraft” like in english. i’m not sure what the wordplay is. i’ll get back to you on this

lore-y important stuff

about dess

in japanese, the december typing puzzle still spells out “december” in english.

noelle refers to dess as “onee-chan” (older sis)— it’s common for japanese people to refer to their older siblings like this, and it would be extremely weird if noelle called her “dess”. she could have called her “dess-neechan” or some variation of that, but i highly doubt that the name “dess” is being obscured, especially because “dess” transliterated would sound extremely close, if not alike to “desu” as well as the transliteration of “death”.

the knight

(i took the screenshot and forgot to turn auto captions off, sorry)

this line from a swatchling says something like “it captures the moment where the ‘knight’ creates a ‘fountain’ themself, with their own hands”, but the word for “themself” (みずから/mizukara) is written in hiragana, and “mizukara” could also technically be read as “from water”. was this a deliberate water-darkness parallel? i have no idea.

speaking of water!

the roaring knight is referred to as “咆哮の騎士” (houkou no kishi), the knight of the roaring. the word for the roaring itself, 咆哮, means roar or scream. which eliminates the alternate meaning of roaring (also being possibly defined as the sound of rushing water), but that probably doesn’t solidify “roaring” as solely meaning that. there are a lot of terms in undertale that had multiple meanings, but had to be changed to have only one in the japanese localization. “roaring” might be similar to those instances.

angel

spamton calls noelle an angel just like in english, referring to her as “angel-chan”. if there’s somehow anyone out there that didn’t think that line was important, i am here to prove you wrong!!!

more interesting:

this is the line where noelle says that if this was a dream, she would grow wings and fly away— but in this version, she says “big angel wings” specifically. very interesting!

the two (2) other notable changes in weird route

the infamous “you whispered noelle’s name…” line is slightly different. slightly.

the “kris called for help” lines still say that kris is the one doing it, but this one does not say the subject at all. this is normal for japanese, regardless, it’s still very interesting that it doesn’t say “you”. it is still differentiated from the “kris” lines, but not specifically referring to you (the player).

the other difference is so minor that i’m not even sure what it is or if it’s different from the english version.

translation

EVEN IF YOU [Shout] AT THE [Receiver]

YOUR [Voice] WILL EVENTUALLY WITHER

YOUR [Voice]

THEIR [Voice]

AND YOU WILL realize you’re alone.

i do not know who “THEY” is that spamton’s referring to. the term he uses is gender-neutral and singular. is he talking about the player? idfk probably not

miscellaneous spamton-related stuff

spamton’s speech patterns are entirely different in the japanese translation, but they get the same message across. they include:

switching between formal and informal language

using weird mixtures of hiragana, katakana, english letters and kanji

using katakana re (レ) instead of hiragana shi (し)

cutting off words

random spacing

and occasionally using “die” and “death” as homophones for “dai” and “desu”

it’s so wacky and unnerving and strange, i love it :D

other spamton lore bits:

mike’s name is the same (マイク maiku). i somehow forgot to translate the mike-related dialogue. i will get back to you all if there’s anything of note.

the word for “garbage noise” is 雑音, with about the same meaning. unsurprisingly, the same word (the exact same phrase, in fact) is used for both the addison’s line and the gaster phone call line.

the last thing (i think)

in the roaring cutscene, the japanese word for “chaos” is said (in the “all will be plunged into chaos” line), but then says the transliterated version of the word (カオス) in parentheses. tsuwahasu noted that it’s “keyword-like” in the playthrough i watched. is this important? i have no idea

i’m sure there are things that i missed here, so (again) if you want to know about something, don’t be afraid to ask!! the jp version of deltarune should be looked at a lot more—not just for the lesser-known lore tidbits, but also for the cool stuff that was changed to fit the language. it’s a really cool localization!

#deltarune #utdr #deltarune chapter 2 #japanese #op #spamton #snowgrave #noelle holiday #kamen rider den-o #(<- i promise there’s a reason for tagging this)#translation

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winchesterwild78 · 17 days ago

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Unspoken Words pt 8

Master List

Characters: Jensen Ackles x Reader, Reader’s daughter, other characters

Warnings: Angst, Accusation of Cheating, Childbirth, SMUT!, fluff

A/N: Another collab story with @cheekygirl2309. This one is about a single mother with a nonverbal autistic daughter who loves Supernatural. The reader is going to a Supernatural Convention with her daughter and things unfold from there. The daughter character is near and dear to my heart. I have someone very close to me who is nonverbal, but he’s such an amazing kid.

*Last chapter. Features a time jump or two. * This chapter got a bit long, sorry not sorry.

This is a work of fiction and does not depict real life. Jensen is single in this story.

All work is my own and @cheekygirl2309, don’t take it or use it as your own. Reblogs and likes are appreciated.

Minors DNI 18+

*8th Month of Pregnancy*

Standing at the mirror I placed my hand on my belly. I couldn’t believe I was just over 8 months pregnant.

Lily was getting more excited about the babies. She was talking more and was helping me with the nursery.

Jensen had been working and gone filming a lot. He’d missed a few appointments but I understood. At the last ultrasound appointment they were going to tell me the genders but I asked them to wait.

My heart ached for Jensen to come home. I knew his job was important and I was so proud of him. I just missed him.

It was late at night and Lily was in bed. I had changed and glanced at myself in the mirror again.

I could feel the little kicks and flutters in my stomach, it made me smile. A pang of sadness filled my heart.

Chalking it up to the hormones I tried to push the thoughts away. I know Jensen loves me, Lily and our children, but I couldn’t help but feel alone and unwanted.

When Jensen would get home he’d be exhausted and focused on other things. He hadn’t touched me in about a month. My heart ached for his touch. I didn’t say anything to him because I didn’t want to add more stress to him.

Sarah encouraged me to talk to him, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it.

I took out my phone and sent him a text.

Me: Hey baby. Just wanted to tell you I miss you and can’t wait until you’re home. You’re still coming home in a few days, right?

I watched the bubbles appear and disappear several times before it stopped. No reply came in. My message was shown read.

Maybe he’s on set and glanced at his phone. He’ll message me when he can.

I sat on the couch and turned on the television for some background noise and honestly to try to pull me out of my head.

I dozed off around 1am and didn’t hear my phone go off. I slept for a few hours, waking up around 5:30am I glanced at my phone and saw a message notification from Jensen.

A smile crept across my face, but quickly faded when I read the text.

Jensen: Thank you for tonight. I needed to blow off some steam. You looked beautiful.

I swallowed hard and my heart pounded in my chest. I felt sick. Who was this message meant for?! Who did he go out with?

I opened Instagram and saw a ton of new pictures Jensen was tagged in. He was out at some bar with the cast of his latest project and there was a female co-worker hanging on him. He had a huge smile on his face. She was gorgeous. Young, skinny, and very beautiful. The total opposite of me. The kind of woman Jensen previously had on his arm.

My heart broke. What was I going to do? How can I raise three children on my own? I’ve been a fucking fool to think he would stay with me. I sobbed.

Not knowing what to do I followed the pictures back to the original post and it was from her account.

The original post talked about how lucky she felt to be welcomed to this crew and how much she admired Jensen and his kindness on and off the set. The next part made me want to vomit “Thanks Jens for an incredible night. You definitely know how to make a girl feel special. 🫶🏻❤️”

I took a screenshot and sent it to Sarah. She said she’d be right over.

I sobbed harder. My heart felt like it was breaking in my chest.

Sarah showed up about 15 minutes later and wrapped me in her arms. “Shh, sweetie. I’m sure there’s an explanation for this. Jensen loves you so much. He’s loyal to you.”

Sarah held me as I cried. “Y/N, think about the babies. You’ve got to calm down. This isn’t good for them.”

“No, what’s not good for them is their father cheating on their mother with a fucking child!” Sarah had sent Steve a text and told him what happened before she came over. He said he’d call Jensen and get to the bottom of it.

Sarah’s phone went off and it was a text from Steve.

Steve: No answer yet. I’ll keep trying. How’s she doing?

Sarah: She’s devastated. I’m really worried about her and the babies. God I hope he didn’t cheat on her.

Steve: I’ve known Jensen for decades, he’s really not that kind of guy. I promise.

Sarah: I hope he’s not.

“Y/N, come on sweetie take a deep breath.”

I took a breath in and let it out. Then I felt a sharp pain shoot through me. Sarah made me lay down and brought me some water. “You have to relax honey. This isn’t good for the babies.”

I nodded and tried to relax. My phone went off with a message notification. Sarah wouldn’t let me check it.

Jensen: Hey baby. Yeah. I’ll be home in a few days as long as filming runs smoothly. I love you and miss you too.

Sarah read the message and was pissed. He completely ignored the message he sent in the middle of the night. So Sarah sent a reply back.

Me: Jensen, this is Sarah. You might want to make sure you know who you’re texting before you send it. Y/N saw the text you meant to send some other woman and I’m here picking up the pieces. I swear to god if you’re cheating on her I’m going to cut off your balls! “You had a great time and you needed to blow off some steam and she was beautiful?!” Who the fuck sends another woman a message like that?

Jensen read the message from Sarah and scrolled up. He ran his fingers through his hair “Fuck! I’m so fucking stupid!”

I was laying on the couch and had Sarah help me up so I could use the bathroom. I sat down and then I saw blood. My heart started racing. When I stood up my water broke.

“Sarah, come quick!” Sarah ran to my side, seeing the blood and where my water broke she took my hand. “Okay, this is fine. Let me call Steve and see if he can come over for Lily so I can take you to the hospital.

“Sarah, I need Jensen. He should be here. Please call him.”

She nodded, helped me change and called Jensen.

Jensen saw my name pop up on his phone. He took a steady breath and answered it. “Hey baby. I know we need to talk.”

“Jensen, this is Sarah. You need to get home. Y/N’s in labor. You caused her to go into labor. Please leave your girlfriend there and get to the hospital.” Sarah’s voice dripped with anger and venom.

“Sarah, I don’t have, you know what, forget it. I’ll be there as soon as I can. Please tell her I’m on my way and I love her.”

“Sure you do.” Then Sarah hung up.

I looked at Sarah, “He said he’s on his way and he loves you.” She scoffed.

“Sarah, please.” She sighed, “I’m sorry. It just pisses me off. You’re carrying his children and you’ve given up everything to be with him and this is how he repays you?”

“Sarah, please stop. He has a right to explain.” Another pain shot through my body. Steve had arrived and Sarah and I were on our way to the hospital.

I sent Jensen a text.

Me: Jens I’m so scared. Please get home safe and quickly.

Jensen: I’m boarding a flight now. I’m so sorry baby. I swear I didn’t cheat on you. I love you and our family.

Me: I hope not. I love you too. I don’t want to have these babies without you.

Jensen: I’m trying to get there as fast as I can.

Me: I know. We do have a lot to talk about, but first we need to focus on these babies.

I put my phone down as a contraction hit. Sarah pulled up to the Emergency Department and ran inside. She came back out with a nurse and wheelchair.

Helping me out of the car they wheeled me in.

I was immediately taken to labor and delivery and hooked up to the monitor.

My contractions were close, but not unbearable. I kept looking at the door hoping Jensen would walk in at any moment.

Sarah stood by my bed and held my hand during the contractions.

The doctor came in and checked me and said the babies seemed okay for now but we would keep monitoring them for any signs of distress. If there was any distress I’d have to have a c-section. I nodded in understanding.

A few hours later the contractions were closer and I was getting more worried Jensen wouldn’t make it.

The doctor came in and checked me, “Okay, it looks like you’re ready to have these babies. Are you ready?”

Tears started to fall, “No, it’s too early and Jensen isn’t here. Sarah, he should be here.”

She held my hand, “I know sweetie. He’s on his way. I’m right here.”

The doctor assured me once the babies were born they would be assessed quickly for any complications.

It was time to push and the doctor and nurses got me ready. Jensen still wasn’t there and my heart broke more.

“Sarah, does he really love me?” She wiped the tears away, “Oh Y/N I’m sure he does. He will be here soon.”

As if on cue Jensen walked in the door. Bag in hand and sunglasses and hat on top of his head.

He dropped his stuff and ran to my side, “Hey baby. I’m here.” He took my hand and kissed the top of my head. He looked at Sarah and then at the doctor. “How’s she doing? How’s the babies?”

The doctor explained to Jensen it was early, but the babies would be assessed and taken to the NICU if necessary.

Jensen nodded and kissed my head again. “I’m so sorry baby. We’ve got this. Come on baby, let’s meet our babies.”

I nodded and took his hand in mine.

About thirty minutes later the first baby was delivered. A healthy baby boy. The nurse took him to be assessed while I rested between deliveries.

Jensen wiped my forehead and fed me ice chips. He took a picture of the baby for me. “Jens, he’s beautiful. Thank you.” He kissed my lips, “God I love you so much, sweetheart. What do you say we deliver our next baby?”

The second baby moved into position and I was ready to deliver. I was exhausted but ready to meet my other baby. A few minutes of pushing, a tiny cry filled the room. I looked over and saw little legs and feet kicking wildly. I chuckled. Jensen walked over and took a picture.

“Is the baby okay?” I asked Jensen. He smiled, “She’s perfect. Real fighter like her mama.”

Tears filled my eyes, “We have a boy and a girl?” He kissed me, “Yeah we do baby. They are perfect.”

Sarah gave me a hug and kissed my head, “You did great sweetie. I’m gonna call Steve and let him know.” I nodded and thanked her.

As she walked out of the room Jensen followed her.

“Hey, Sarah. Wait up please.” Sarah turned and looked at Jensen. He could tell she was pissed.

“What Jensen?” “I just wanted to tell you thank you for taking care of her and making sure our babies were safe.”

She stepped closer to him and poked his chest, “You don’t have to thank me. She’s like a sister to me. She wouldn’t have gone into labor if it wasn’t for your cheating ass.”

“Sarah, I’m not cheating on her. I never have and never would. I love her. It’s not an excuse but I got drunk. I went out with the cast and we got drunk. The text was meant for someone else, but it’s not what you think. She was arguing with her boyfriend and some woman at the bar told her she looked like a cheap hooker, then kissed her boyfriend. She was devastated. I’ve known her for years, she’s like a sister to me. I can call her right now to clear all this up. Look, I know I fucked up and if there is anything wrong with my children I know it’s my fault, but I need you to believe me. I love Y/N and I have since the moment I met her.”

Sarah stood shocked. She saw the pain in Jensen’s eyes and she couldn’t stop feeling he was telling her the truth.

Sarah took a deep breath and touched his arm, “Jensen, go to her side. Tell her everything you told me. She loves you and I know you love her. You might have to call that friend, but if you truly mean it and love Y/N then you fight for her.”

He nodded and they hugged. Sarah walked away to call Steve and Jensen returned to my side.

I was being transferred to a private room. Jensen came in the room with his bag and set it in a chair. I was laying in the bed and looked over at him.

He smiled softly “Hey baby. How are you feeling?” “I’m okay. Sore, but okay. I’m glad you made it. Have you heard anything about the babies?”

He shook his head no, “No, but I can go find out if you want me to.”

I reached out my hand, “No, I think we should talk first.” He looked down solemnly, “Yeah. I think so too.”

Silence filled the room. Neither of us knew what to say or how to start the conversation. The weight of it all hung heavy in the air.

Jensen sat beside me and took a deep breath, “Baby I swear I have never nor would I ever cheat on you. The text was meant for my friend, Leah, but it’s not what you think. We all went out last night to celebrate wrap. Leah was there with her boyfriend and they started fighting. Some woman at the bar said she looked like a hooker and then kissed Leah’s boyfriend. She was devastated. I’ve known her for years, she’s like a sister to me. I just wanted to let her know she looked beautiful. I swear I didn’t mean it any other way. I love you and I’d never do anything to jeopardize what we have. I know I screwed up and you going into labor early is my fault. If there is anything wrong with our children that’s on me.”

Tears filled his eyes. I didn’t know what to say.

I lifted my hand to his face and gently touched him. “Jens, it’s not your fault our babies came early. I should have trusted you and not gotten as upset as I did. I just let my brain run wild. I thought you didn’t want me anymore. You hadn’t touched me in a month and I was afraid you weren’t attracted to me anymore. I’m sorry Jensen. I should have talked to you about what was bothering me.”

“What?! How could I not be attracted to you? Look at you. You’re beautiful and sexy as hell. Your beautiful body made and carried all three of our babies. I could never thank you enough for that. I was afraid I’d hurt you having sex with you. The last time we had sex you were in pain for a few days. I didn’t want to hurt you again. I’m so sorry baby. I should have been honest with you.”

He leaned down, cupped my face and his lips ghosted mine. He stopped and didn’t move.

“Is this okay?” I nodded and he crashed his lips to mine. The kiss was full of need and regret. When he pulled away we looked into each other’s eyes, “I love you, Y/N, so much.” “I love you too, Jensen.”

About an hour later the doctor came in and gave us an update on the twins. They both passed their tests, but would be required to stay in the NICU for at least a week to get their lungs strong enough. She said we could go see them when I felt up to it.

I looked over at Jensen and he smirked, “She’s ready now, doc.” The doctor chuckled, “Okay, we’ll be careful and call the nurse before you get up.” We nodded and called the nurse.

She helped me up and we went to see the babies. We saw our son first. The nurse had me sit in the rocking chair and she put him on my chest. He was smaller than Lily was, but he looked good. He cooed and looked up at me.

I gasped softly, he had the most beautiful green eyes I’d seen since looking into Jensen’s.

The nurse smiled, “So do you two have a name picked out yet?” I looked at her and then Jensen, “Yeah his name is Michael Alan and her name is Josephine Marie.”

The nurse smiled, “Beautiful.” She looked at Jensen and said, “While mom is holding him do you want to hold your little girl?” Jensen smiled and nodded.

He sat in the rocking chair near her crib and the nurse handed the baby to Jensen.

He looked down at his little girl and smiled. She looked just like Lily, but she had his green eyes. He looked over at me and smiled. “She’s beautiful. She looks like her big sister.”

I reached my hand out and held his, “We made some beautiful babies. Didn’t we?” “Yeah we did. Thank you baby. Thank you for our beautiful little family.”

We held the twins for a while and switched. I looked over at Jensen holding our son and I saw the pride on his face. My little girl fell asleep in my arms. I watched her sleep and she reminded me so much of Lily it made my heart full.

We put the babies down to sleep and Jensen helped me back to the room. Sarah and Steve were bringing Lily to see me and the babies.

Lily came in and climbed on the bed. She looked at my stomach and put her hand on it, “Babies?” “Mommy had the babies. You have a baby brother and sister.” She looked at me and then Jensen. “See babies” she said looked at Jensen.

“Well they are in a special room because they were born early, but you can see them through the window.” Jensen said and she nodded.

“Hey, I’ll take her. You rest” Jensen said as he leaned down and kissed my head.

He scooped her up and started to carry her out. Steve went with them.

When they left Sarah looked at me. “What?” I asked. “Did you two work it out?” I nodded, “Yeah. He told me what happened.” “Do you believe him?” I shook my head yes.

“Okay, I just want to make sure you’re okay. You deserve to be loved.”

I touched her arm, “I know, and I am. He loves me and I trust him. We even talked about why we hadn’t had sex.”

“And? What was the reason?”

“The last time we had sex I hurt for a few days after. He was worried he’d hurt me again so he didn’t pursue it with me.”

“Was that true? Did you get hurt?”

“Yeah. I was in some pain afterwards. It wasn’t his fault, but yeah. I understand his hesitation.”

She hugged me, “Okay. Well I still meant what I said to him if he hurts you.” We both laughed, “I know. You’re mean that way.”

*Time Jump 3 Months*

“Jensen, can you grab Michael and dry him off and bring me Josie?”

Jensen came into the bathroom and we switched off the twins for bath time.

They were now 3 months old and growing. Jensen and I were a great team with them and Lily.

Jensen still made time to play with Lily and she even helped feed the babies. She would help get diapers and wipes, but never changed a diaper.

When we first brought the twins home, Lily had a hard time adjusting. She clung to Jensen for about a month. Anytime he left the house she went with him. I was worried she felt pushed to the side, but Jensen was great at helping her feel loved and cared for.

After bath time we fed the twins and put them down for bed. Lily had her bath and we read to her and put her to bed.

Jensen and I had some quiet time for the first time in a while. We usually had one kid awake or we were both so exhausted we fell asleep. Sometimes in our clothes.

Tonight, however, we were both wide awake.

He sat beside me on the couch and leaned over and kissed my cheek. “Hey beautiful, why don’t you go take a shower or bath and relax. If one of the kids wakes up I’ll take care of them. You can relax.”

I looked over at him. I wanted him, I needed him. It had been months. Between the pregnancy and birth we hadn’t had sex and I really wanted to feel him again.

I straddled his hips and leaned down kissing his lips. His hands grabbed my hips and pulled me close. “Jens, take me to our room.”

He leaned back and looked in my eyes, “Are you sure?”

I kissed him. Pouring all my love, need and desire into it. “Yes”.

He lifted me up and carried me to our room. I tried to protest, “Jensen, put me down. I weigh too much.”

“No you don’t, you’re perfect.”

He carried me to our room, closed the door with his foot and laid me on the bed.

He leaned down, his strong arms on either side of me. He smiled and kissed my lips softly.

“You’re so beautiful, you know that?” I smiled, “Yeah, I’ve been told that a few times.”

Jensen chuckled and kissed me again. His hand slid down my body and to the hem of my shirt.

I bit my lower lip and my breath hitched. I could feel my desire course through my body. Jensen’s hand slipped under my shirt and to my breasts. He gently cupped them and I arched my back, moaning his name.

He pulled my shirt over my head. Jensen began licking and sucking each nipple. My fingers in his hair, pulling him closer to me.

He smirked against my skin as his hot breath caused goosebumps to erupt all over me.

Jensen slid his hands down to my waistband and past my panties. He felt how soaked I was and without warning slid his fingers past my folds and into my waiting pussy.

I gasped loudly as he hooked his fingers up. His thumb rubbing my sensitive clit. “Oh God, right there, Jensen. Fuck!”

He stopped and I whined. “Jens, why did you stop?” He leaned up and pulled my pants and panties down in one pull, “Had to get better access.” He chuckled.

Jensen continued and pushed me closer to my release. I felt heat and arousal fill my body. It had been so long since we touched each other I wanted it to last. My body was responding to Jensen.

The familiar coil tightened in my stomach. “Jens, I’m close.” He leaned forward, lips ghosting my ear, “I know baby. Let go for me. Cum on my fingers. Let me feel you.”

The coil snapped and I was cumming hard. My back arched off the bed and I soaked Jensen’s hand. My legs trembled as my body convulsed through my orgasm.

By the time I was done I was panting and could feel my arousal running down my ass. Jensen stood up and I saw his rock hard cock through his sweatpants.

I licked my lips and pulled my bottom lip in between my teeth. My breath hitched as he removed his clothes. He smirked, “See something you like, sweetheart?”

I nodded and smiled, “Yes, I do.” Jensen climbed back on the bed and used his legs to push my legs apart.

I laid looking up at him and saw the love in his eyes. My heart fluttered in my chest.

Jensen pumped his length a few times and looked down at me. I nodded and Jensen’s pink head slid past my lips and slowly sunk inside me.

I gasped and he moaned as he pushed in. Jensen stilled himself as he bottomed out.

“Fuck! I forgot how tight you were. Damn baby, even after three babies you fit perfectly around me.” He kissed my lips as he started to move his hips.

Jensen moved his hips slowly, pulling his length in and out of me slowly. His hands and lips trailing over my body. Our moans and pants filled the air.

I placed my hands on his biceps as his hips snapped into mine.

“Baby, I want you on top. I want to see your beautiful body.”

Jensen pulled out and laid on his back, I climbed on top of him and used one hand to steady myself while I used the other to guide him in me.

I sank down on his hard cock with a whimper and pulled a deep moan from his lips.

His hands gripped my hips as I rocked back and forth. Jensen snapped his hips up and pushed his cock deeper inside me. I grabbed the headboard and I continued rocking my hips faster.

“Mmm, yes baby. Just like that. God, you feel so good. Fucking me so good.” I moved faster as I felt my second release building.

Jensen’s hips moved faster moving up as I moved down. Our bodies were working together, chasing our release.

Jensen grabbed my body and flipped me on my back, his hips slamming into me faster. My legs resting on his shoulders as my hands found his chest. I was close again. My fingers slipped between us and I started rubbing my clit, chasing my second release.

My release hit hard and I moaned his name like a prayer. My walls clenched around his length and pulled his orgasm out too. He came with a grunt and his release coated my walls. Filling me with his seed.

He leaned down and kissed my lips as he softened inside me. “I love you, Jensen.” “I love you too, Y/N. This was perfect.” I smiled and nodded.

Jensen pulled out and kissed my lips. He got up, went to the bathroom, grabbed a washcloth and came back to the bed to clean us both up.

Tossing the washcloth to the side he crawled back in bed with me. Offering me his arm, I curled up to his side and laid my head on his chest.

My fingers drawing circles on his chest. “Jensen, thank you for tonight. It’s been too long and it was amazing.” He tilted my head up and placed a soft kiss on my lips, “Yeah it was. Thank you for tonight. I didn’t hurt you did I?” “No, baby. You were perfect.”

The two of us drifted off to sleep in each other’s arms. Finally reconnecting and falling more in love.

*Time Jump 3 months*

The twins were 6 months old and my birthday was in a few days. Sarah had planned a spa day for us and I was excited. Jensen was staying with the kids, and Steve was coming over too.

Jensen and Steve were cooking dinner and my instruction from Jensen was to relax.

Sarah came and got me and we headed to the spa. We got facials, full body wraps, manicures and pedicures. By the time we got back to the house it was close to dinner time.

Walking in the house it smelled amazing. Jensen was standing at the stove when I walked into the kitchen.

“Hey sweetheart, how was the spa?” I walked up to him and kissed him, “It was amazing, thank you. This smells amazing by the way.” “It’ll be ready soon. You go sit and relax. The twins are napping and Lily is playing with Steve.

I nodded and walked into the living room where I found Sarah and Steve whispering. “What are you two talking about?” “Uh, nothing.” Sarah giggled. “Okay, whatever. Well just don’t have sex where the kids can see it.” Sarah turned red.

A few minutes later Jensen was telling us dinner was ready. We all sat down at the table and ate. Jensen brought out a small birthday cake, candles and all.

They sang Happy Birthday and Jensen told me to make a wish. I smiled, “But I have everything I could ever want right here.” I kissed him and then blew out the candles.

We enjoyed some cake and ice cream. Later after Sarah and Steve left and the kids were in bed, Jensen and I went to sit on the back porch.

We sat on the swing under a blanket and listened to the crickets and looked up at the stars.

“So, are you sure there’s nothing you would wish for?” Jensen asked with a smile. “Jensen, I have you, our three babies and this beautiful life. I have everything I could ever need.”

He smiled and nodded. “I have everything I could ever need too, well almost everything.” I looked at him confused, “What else could you need?”

Jensen stood and dropped to his knee, “I’ve loved you since the minute I saw you at that convention. You and Lily came into my life when I least expected it. You’ve given me so much, a home filled with love, three beautiful children, and a companion for life. It would be my absolute honor if you would agree to become my wife. I love you, Y/N, and I can’t think of anything else I want more than that. Will you marry me?”

I gasped softly as he opened the ring box. I threw my arms around him and kissed him, “Yes! Yes I’ll marry you!” He kissed me and slipped the ring on my finger, “Perfect fit.” I looked at it and nodded.

About a month after the engagement Lily started to retreat into herself again. I began to get worried about her. I wasn’t sure if it was because the twins were getting older and required more attention or if it was the engagement.

I talked to Jensen to see if he could help with her, he went to her room to talk to her. When he came back I saw tears in his eyes.

“Jens, is she okay?” He shook his head no. “She thinks she’s not family because she doesn’t have the same last name.”

I sighed, “Oh no. Why didn’t I see it? I’m going to be an Ackles, and the babies are. She’ll be the only one who isn’t.”

Jensen took my hand in his, “Hey, this isn’t on you. It’s natural for kids to feel this way. I did find this in her room, that’s how I knew what was bothering her.”

He handed me a picture she had drawn, it was all of us and she wrote “Ackles” on the top. “Jens, is she asking what I think she is?” “I think so. So what do you say? How would you feel if I adopted her, made it official?”

“You’d adopt her?” “Of course I would. I love her like my own. I’d love nothing more than to adopt her. She’s already my daughter, let’s make it official.”

I smiled and nodded, “Let’s go tell her.”

We walked into Lily’s room. She was playing on the floor and Jensen picked her up and sat her between us on the bed.

“Lily honey, we wanted to talk to you.” She looked at me and then back at Jensen. “We were talking and wanted to ask you how you would feel if daddy adopted you. You would be an Ackles for real. What do you think?”

She looked up at Jensen and then back at me and squealed.

She leaped in Jensen’s lap and threw her arms around his neck, “Daddy, my daddy.” He chuckled, “Yes, Lily girl. I’m your daddy forever.” He looked over at me, “I think that’s a yes.” I nodded, “I think so too.”

Lily climbed out of Jensen’s lap and ran to her closet. She pulled out her suitcase and Jensen and I looked at each other confused. Lily opened it and dumped the bag out. We saw some clothes, her stuffies and pictures of her with the twins and the family picture we had taken.

“Lily honey, what’s all this?” Jensen bent down to help her pick up the stuff. “Lily, no go now.” I was confused then it hit me, She wanted to leave. I sat on the floor beside her and pulled her in my lap, “Lily baby, you will always be our baby girl. It doesn’t matter what your last name is or how many babies I have. You will always be my first baby and we will always love you so much.”

She put her arms around my neck and held me tight. “Love you mama.” “I love you too, Lily girl. So much.” Jensen pulled both of us in his arms, “And I love my girls so much.”

Sitting on the floor with Jensen and Lily I reflected on the past few months of my life. From taking a chance and going to a convention with Lily, meeting the love of my life and having his children, to being engaged to him and he accepting my sweet girl, I knew I was exactly where I was supposed to be, and I couldn’t ask for more.

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boopshoops · 9 months ago

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I GAVE UP 🎉(kind of)

Yuu Shi Tapis Rouge/Luxe Couture

SO. The armature was a bust. Learning how to make one would take a shit ton of time and i just- would prefer to do that on my own terms without the looming feeling of- well, wanting to post her design all the time given its been finished for a WHILE.

To make up for it though, i made fake homescreen screenshots ig JFNDJDJD theyre not the best, but fuck it i think i replicated the twst style rather well.

Her outfit is based more around the same line Vil had, and I took a lot of inspiration from Gucci (pinterest, my saving grace yet again)

More under the cut! V

A vERY quick thing i made of another potential sprite, i'd imagine there'd be a toggle to take off the shawl. Also I did one of Yuu Shi in her more masc disguise! Yes. We keep the dress. 👏

After this I don't particularly have any new art planned for a second, I want to shift my focus to finishing wips/projects and resuming progress on TCOAV. So- hey! If you've yet to read and are interested, now may be a good time to start with chapter 6 on the way.

I've blabbed enough for today IFNFDNID

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cherrycokedup · 7 months ago

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Bro what happened in the nevercord?? I am not a part of it but still curious

EDIT: please look at @thelesbomancer ‘s post/reblog, and @gothwineaunts ‘s post about this situation!

please defer to your own judgment when it comes to this, and don’t use my post as the end all be all! Those two posts have much more information on all of this! This post was made as this all unfolded and might be out of date (also turning off reblogs because i’m not an authority on this )

i'm gonna be careful not to name any names here because I don't want to start a hate train and I'm looking at all of this as neutral as possible and also please please please don't think of this like a call-out post or anything, it's not! I still think you can be a fan of rnf and support their work, this is just why I'm chosing to take a break from doing so!

Content Warning below for mentions of explicit content being sent to minors ( by a server member, not RnF, THANK GOD )

i don't have all the details but basically, someone was banned for sending heavy nsfw/pornographic images to minors, and then was unbanned later on because of two reasons

one: the children the images were sent too were banned from nevercord for varying reasons ( closest explanation I remember is about these kids doing witchhunts, whatever that means )

two: the evidence was apparently "unreliable" and heavily censored.

Also, the minors themselves didn't report this information, an adult did with screenshots, censoring the users of the kids.

The offending person claimed that they never knew the ages of the people talking to them and thought they were all adults, even though at least two victims from my knowledge have come forward and said the person did, in fact know their ages. The only age I've heard for sure was 12 years old.

My problem with the situation arised was when Red, the writer of Nevermore, posted a lengthy explanation that was pretty poorly worded. She used phrases about the situation, such as "egged on" or "cried wolf" about being sent this sexual content, saying it was the job of minors to stay safe on the internet. I was raising my eyebrow at that point, because the whole thing sounded rather victim-blamey.

Red then said that the evidence was faulty and suspicious for being heavily censored ( i don't know the full extent of the censoring ), and because of the fact it came from one person, an adult who was friends with some of the people who had been banned, implied reporting that behavior was all some sort of tatic to get one person they didn't like banned.

When a ton of people were (understandably, in my opinion) very upset by this response, including the victims, and other neutral parties, Red got very upset and started lashing out. I understand It had to be a stressful situation, having tons of people talking at you at once, but she started saying rather guilt tripping things, such as "I'm a horrible person then" "everything I do is actually for evil purposes", stuff along those lines. Admittedly, the situation was pretty upsetting to me, so once Red started saying those things I left. I might return to Nevermore one day, if there's signs of change and the like. I still deeply enjoy the comic, and the community! I don't think RnF are horrible people, I just think they worded this very poorly, and then continued to lash out when it didn't go as excepted lmao I'll grab some of the screenshots I took, and ask if my friends have any to add! If anyone else has anything to add about the situation, please do so in the notes or reblogs! I'm just saying my perspective here, and why I chose to leave! There might have been things I missed! screenshots below!

anyways, those are all the screenshots i have on haha, again for the millionth time I dont want this to become a massive big drama

#nevermore webtoon #nevermore webcomic #cw grooming

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thesnakeoutsider · 11 days ago

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The Wedding | Bark and Bite 2 of 15

Hello again @scientificallywrongsoap , lil beans and random people that found this on their feed.

This is the second illustration for the wedding of our lovely murderous boys. As some of you know I have plans for other pieces that involves churches and a party. And I have space to fill so I need your help.

If any of you has an OC (original character) or a “sona” / persona that you use to appear on line, no matter the fandom. And you want to be in the background of the next pieces, means to this the ceremony and the party, please send the references to my inbox! I already have a few but I need more. I have big ass space to fill.

EDIT 19/01/25 if you are a writer and you don’t have your character or your sona in pictures or drawings you can send me a reference made with PicCrew! If you search for “full body” you can find tons of options for to build your character, a plus in this one is that this templates are made by artist so is good to go. Cuz I’m sorry but in this house we are against the use of AI for art, so please don’t send AI as reference.

The size of each one of the future illustrations (including this and the previous one) are 36 x 26 cm or 14.4 x 10.4 inches long . That is HUGE, so we all can print it when I’m finish but yea. Send those references in my way please I will be grateful for that.

But now let me explain what the hell are you looking in this work!!!

In first place we have the complete piece with dialogues. Those dialogues are based on the video that shows up the change in Subject 7-1 gear at the beginning of The Glitch arc. In that one Swagger mentions that he likes more the old mask, and John gives to him that mask.

So that’s why in this piece he has that one , and not the new one.

I also have a lot of theory of why he is not using his old gear anymore but that’s matter of a future fanfic not something for this wedding.

On second we have ✨Clothes Details ✨

As I said in the past one, I modify the traditional attires to fit them, in Thai piece we can see more of the little things that I added to Subject 7-1 clothes, the brooch is more clear and the little buttons in the sleeve are matches in color and detail. Again for the lost ones violet/ purple is his color. The pattern again I did it myself by hand and I’m still, very proud.

Swaggers has symmetrical details so this sides matches the other one.

Now THE BACKGROUND

I asked glitch for his favorite maps in Warzone, why Warzone and not zombies? Or multiplayer? Cuz Swagger comes from the Warzone universe, the same one that WZ. So it was at least for me very clear that we needed that. He give me the list. And he remembered that in Vondel map, one of his favs, it has an actual church. And the decision was made.

Vondel is the map where they will get married. Of course here it looks more clean than in the real map, but let’s pretend that the boys cleaned the house before the ceremony. This specific church is based in a real life one the link to see the real one is in the previous post. And belive me when I said that I searched and search I even ask my friends if they have a good screen shoot of the place.

None of the screenshots give me the vibe I needed. So I DID THE FUCKING CHURCH BY HAND, LINE BY LINE. BRICK TO BRICK. ALL MINE.it took me like,,, Ikd four ? Five hours? But I get it done and it looks stupidly beautiful and fit thing that I love it.

Then we add a little Easter eggs for the other boys, in one we have a pink soap with a crown with pink gems to represent Johnny and Baby Girl , in the other side we have the traditional new ghost skull mask, the other one didn’t work I’m sorry.

And we have a crown for Biblical Accurate König next to Jack mask cuz they are they. And in the wall a big explosion and the line “WZ was here” . My boy was there. I love him so much. Belive me when I said that after I finish the wedding and the centaur König I promise to itibo , the boy will be my next victim for art. I have so much of him that I want to draw.

And that’s it for now. Please send your references, I don’t bite. And I don’t judge ocs. All are welcome. Let’s party together.

The pieces with the Ocs are going to take a bit more time, for the complexity of the composition and backgrounds that I want but I hope to have them ready in two weeks. More or less and it will be a 4 imagen update. In the meantime I will work in other little pictures that the wedding photographers usually shoot. Like they’r hands , the rings, the other guests you all don’t know how much I need to draw the tree soaps in kilts *internal screaming * it’s gonna be beautiful (?)

Once an old art teacher told me that other artist can see how much you love someone, or how meaningful they are for the amount of details and work that they put in their gifts, so if we all looking at this we can tell how much I love this two and glitch of course cuz. This is nothing. Y’all need to sit down if this looks like to much, this is only THE BEGINNING

Creating stuff for glitch always make me push my limits, and here I gooooooo

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damnfandomproblems · 19 days ago

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This actually works.

An anti (I think they were like 15 or something, surprise, surprise) had all their friends gang up on my mutual over their incest ship, and posted nasty things about them, taking screenshots of their writing, and even their vents about how the anti wouldn't leave them alone and kept sending people to their blog to blow up their inbox, even though they'd blocked them. The anti also accused my mutual of being homophobic for, and I can't make this up, not shipping a certain toxic gay ship because that type of toxic dynamic didn't interest them. Yes, an anti, making fun of someone for simply not shipping a toxic ship. I told the anti to stop and be nice. They didn't stop. They said they "were" being nice, and played dumb and acted like my mutual was overreacting. Typical anti shit. My mutual had only posted two calm but annoyed posts about the harassment, too, so... Way to misrepresent yet another aspect of the situation, anti.

After this, I was pissed on my mutual's behalf. I'd dealt with antis myself in the past, not even over "toxic" ships but just a canonical ship the antis didn't like, and I wasn't pulling punches anymore. I started taking Internet Archive captures of the anti's blog for the next couple days, archiving all of their most recent posts. Then I went into their inbox - off anon, using my well-established blog with tons of user engagement so I looked credible and they couldn't laugh me off as a troll - and listed links for all the days I captured, with quotes of the most damning lines. I told them, "Is this what you call nice? You do realize your harassment not only stays with the people you harassed for a long time, but once it's online and posted, it can also stay up there forever?"

And I kid you not, they replied with, "Please take it down. I'm uncomfortable having this stuff up there, I didn't mean it". They did a complete 180 on me; they were uncannily polite and subdued. I simply told them, if it makes them uncomfortable seeing bad stuff about them up there, how do they think someone who is having unsubstantiated bad rumors spread about them would feel? And I told them once it's up, it's up forever. I can't take it down. It's loose. Lastly, I told them that anyone else who saw the bullying probably saved captures or screenshots of their own, too, so even if I could take it down, those other screenshots are likely always going to be there anyways. (I had no confirmation that anyone else took captures, but it was a possibility given how nasty they were being.) Moreover, it wasn't just me; people don't like when people act like they did, even if their online buddies think it's cool and funny, and like me, they save receipts to know who to avoid, even in the future.

The anti proceeded to not only pull down all their posts harassing my mutual, but pleaded with their own mutuals to remove their reblogs of said posts. A lot of them didn't, because they were in full-on rage and bully mode, and it just made the anti even more uncomfortable, knowing they couldn't control what their pals were doing.

This was ages ago, but it was so satisfying. Not only did they stop cold in their tracks when they realized just how all of their bullying shit could remain on the internet permanently, but they never said a peep about my mutual again, or even me. It was an instant KO. I don't do this stuff lightly, but for people this ignorant and stupid, sometimes a healthy dose of reality and a taste of their own medicine is enough to make them realize they fucked around and found out.

Posting as a response to a previous ask.

#fandom problem 7043 #response to previous problem #response to previous ask #mod sf

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pointyhatspointyears · 29 days ago

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Then & Now: OCs & Gposing

Tagged by @sparrowsong-7 @l3ylines & @lynxden (thank you <3)

This'll be long and all over the place because I took a very different direction with gposing this years and it's been very uh educational. Learned to use posing tools less than a year ago and it's really given our characters more life and made a world of difference. Old embarrassing screenshots incoming.. (but the point here is to show ~Growth~ and I hope it motivates you to keep improving too. and push through all the bugs and that existential ennui hit when your game crashes before youve taken a single screenshot ;-;)

Random sentimental observations first, going through old folders..

My gurl aged. But the older she got the happier we both were. We discovered ✨boundaries✨ together.

Her fem elezen Era of 2013-2014 had a bit of both Gabriel & Theneras in her. Nerdy elf and grumpy elf were always there. Never realized. (also apparently we've always had that annoying light/shadow shimmer effect and it's not just a post DT lighting thing)

Apparently I've been wearing the same outfit since 2018. Sometimes you just put on a hat and your character says Yup. That's me. Forever. You'll just have to find a way to squeeze under. (sorry for +6 years of clipping, sweetie, but it was your gift and I'm never taking it off)

Gabriel and @pocketyoukai's Yuusei were besties since 2016 before they were RP characters. and he'll always be a loving doting dad retainer to her sister.

2020- Goose & Amalthea were girlfriends before we realized they were girlfriends. The ship sailed itself.

2018: discovered GIF making. Tried to put it to good use..

…but I just kept making shitposts. which didn't last long thankfully.

..And I'm glad it was short-lived, because when I focused more on telling stories through gposing, especially this past year, it's like my brain got rewired to view this world differently, through the eyes of a little sprout again. If I was going to use screenshots only and no words, I had to take shots/gifs of different things to set my scene and experiment with angles I wouldn't otherwise have considered (and fail 50% of the time and try something else. timing is so tricky😭)

..not to mention, when you're thirsty and need to work around censorship you also get creative with angles and visual subtext

It's 10x more fun and rewarding, albeit challenging especially if you don't want to use any crime tools. But doable. And just as fun and rewarding. And I want to do more of this (and fail and keep experimenting) next year and see you tell more of your stories your way too. and be inspired by and fall in love with your characters.

..I was very much 100% vanilla, as in not even shaders, until early 2020. And started using posing tools about a year ago. When you say "your characters have more character!" (you know who you are) I know exactly what you mean now and that makes me very emotional ;-; it really wasn't the case until less than a year ago. a lil criminal activity goes a long way.

Also vanilla kisses were so hard to gpose and turned out so funny. Note to self never to /puckerup for kisses. ever. But we did our best and learned a lot. A ton more kissing next year for sure.

A little late so not sure who hasn't done this yet. Tagging my new favorite gpose storyteller @quiethealer , @squidzure (you've shown us Rhea's glow-up but where is Birdie's glow-up!), partner in storytelling & crime @pocketyoukai & @pumpkinmagekupo

and if you're seeing this and are happy with the growth you've done lately... doeet. Show me your embarrassing shots and the shots you're most proud of this year.

#This is by no means encouraging you to do crime if you don't want to btw...#you can see this as Look how long you can have fun with vanilla gposing instead #Then and Now #ffxiv gpose #bean poses #ask game #Yasumi #Yuusei #Gabriel #Theneras #Goose #Amalthea #Yuuko #House of Beans #God these Thens and Nows gettin me emotional #you guys are spreading so much inspiration..

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turnaboutfix · 2 years ago

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this AA4 DLC slaps

(See my Non-Disbarred AA4 Phoenix redraw and my SoJ Maya in AA4 redraw)

(Full sprite below the cut)

Hey pals I'm back with another fake AA4 screenshot. Honestly, was it really that difficult just having one moment in AA4 where we see Eddy? Crying out loud lol.

Anyway, here's the next AA4 Sprite edit?... Redraw...?--and probably my favorite. Ed boy!

Again, although I love Edgeworth's design in Dual Destinies, AA4 has my favorite sprite art, so I took it upon myself to draw him in the style. It was a ton of fun and a good style study.

I had a lot to look at while I worked.

And for good measure, here's the three them together--as they should be. xoxo

#ace attorney #miles edgeworth #edgeworth #ace attorney sprite #ace attorney sprite edit #Apollo Justice: Ace Attorney #AA4 #ace attorney fanart #ace attorney art #phoenix wright #maya fey #turnabout fix art

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lemonmatronics · 1 year ago

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THE POPPY PLAYTIME CHAPTER 3 TRAILER IS SOOO!,?!.?.!.

What a great treat to wake up to—Excuse me while I go insane and spill some thoughts, reactions, theories, and predictions below please

ahem

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

SO LIKE FIRST OFF this chapter is gonna fuck, like this looks SO good holy shit

The setting and environment looks amazing but also the new hands mechanic along with the mask ohhhh this is gonna be FUN

Okay rambling about screenshots I took time

First off the environments look great, holy wow

The house itself looks kinda small so idk if that is the orphanage itself or some kind of set. Cause you can see fake sky walls around it, but like this is Playtime Co they would definitely do that to the orphanage also to give an illusion of outside. Either way it looks GREAT and I’m really excited to explore this setting

Just a nice shot of all the critters

I’m really curious if all the critters are gonna be utilized somehow. We know about Catnap and Dogday already, especially after the trailer itself. Though there was also the footage of Bobby running down the hall, looking like a normal plushie, and possibly seeing Hoppy in the trailer too. (I’ll touch on that later)

New Poster

Definitely looks like some company propaganda to try and keep kids from being afraid of CatNap. Judging by the files we got before looks like the results were a mixed bag. Considering the gas is there in the poster it’s definitely a company only poster, not something they could sell outside. They manipulated this kids so bad man :(

A CLEANER LOOK OF THIS THING,,,

THATS A SKELETON COMING OUT OF PUGAPILLAR’S MOUTH…Like that’s just straight up human remains.

I don’t think we’ve ever seen that before in this game. Like blood yeah plenty but BONES? They’re definitely amping things up for this chapter and I’m 100% here for it.

Besides that there’s a ton of plushies and such stabbed onto this weird thing. Is it a shrine? It doesn’t look like it could really move tbh, and if it was meant to be alive those parts aren’t doing anything to help it.

This poor mf

I’ve seen a lot of people speculate this is DogDay, which is a valid guess, but tbh my first thought was Hoppy. You can tell they have long droopy ears, which lines up with both candidates to me. Though I think the ears look a bit slimmer than what Dog Day’d would be, plus the angle on the head looks more like they’re dropping from the top of the head rather than the sides. I feel like if this was DogDay the whole head silhouette would be different because of the ears, which makes me lean towards Hoppy more.

I know her toy gives her long pointed up ears, but going off art and animation her ears can definitely fold

So I don’t think it’s out of the question that as a Bigger Bodies being her ears could fold over like that, especially while stuck like this.

Now I could be the one wrong here but I really think this is Hoppy. Won’t know until the game itself though so, I won’t treat either as divinities yet. It could just as easily be the case everyone else is right and it is DogDay, there’s evidence for that as well (Again, I’ll touch on that later).

So much happened here where do I even start

Obvious out the bat I guess, Kissy Missy is back!! And looks like Poppy isn’t ditching us alone either! Man I cannot tell it Poppy is good or not at this point, gray area? Trailer dialogue definitely sounded like she was supporting us.

“We’re coming! Just hold on!”

It’s really nice seeing Kissy back, really excited to see how she’s gonna help and play into this. I’ve been on the stance that she’s good ever since she helped in chapter 2 so this is really cathartic for me lmao.

As for what Poppy says here I found it interesting, like really interesting. Like, hearing it the first time made me think she casually confirmed something massive interesting. Granted, actually thinking about it longer, it could mean something else entirely. But was that the whole point?

“What’s happening down here is bigger than all of us. I need you. So we can revenge on those monsters who’ve tortured you, who’ve tortured us.”

“Those monsters who’ve tortured you”

Now, once I thought about it this is most likely referring to the literal monsters in the factory. Huggy, Mommy, CatNap, so on and such. But that’s not what my initial assumption was.

When Poppy referred to “monsters”, by first thought was the people working at the factory. I thought she said people at the factory tortured us.

I thought she confirmed that we’re a toy.

Once I thought about it longer, it doesn’t actually confirm that. But what if that’s the entire point? A double meaning line?

Now the player being a toy theory is something that’s been around since chapter 1, a theory I’ve fully stood by since then and still do. I like to think that’s why our character is completely silent, we’re a toy that can’t speak. Mute toys is something we’ve seen plenty of in the factory, more so than toys that actually talk. (Unless you count stuff like the Smiling Critters cartoon or the cardboard cutouts, but I’m talking purely living beings here.)

So while this doesn’t confirm the theory, this line is definitely throwing wood into the fire for me.

DogDay

Wether or not the chained Bigger Body above us DogDay or Hoppy, we have it confirmed here that DogDay is featured heavily in this chapter as an enemy. Again, I really wonder if the other Smiling Critters will show up as threats as well. Maybe a mixed bag of good and bad critters. If the chained up Bigger Body is DogDay, I wonder why he chases us after we assumingely set him free.

One note I’ll give that is to evidence for the chained bigger body being DogDay is that in the thumbnail you can see a shackle on his wrist

His arms are also long and lanky, which is why I won’t completely rule out it possibly being him there. It’s just as possible that it is him, both feel very plausible to me.

Though looking at the game footage, I’m not sure if can can see anything on his wrists. Additionally his arms look much wider than the one in thumbnail.

Additionally, the DogDay in the thumbnail looks so much like a…mascot suit? You can see seams and stitches all over him. Even other Bigger Bodies don’t look like that. Which is something I wanna give its own post to to figure deeper on.

So is this even the same DogDay at all?

It’s not completely out of the question there could be multiple DogDays, though that begs the question, what about other Smiling Critters? What about other toys as a whole?

Here’s my prediction on it. One Bigger Bodies experiment, and then there’s smaller ones approximately the size of their normal toys.

I think the DogDay in the thumbnail is a result of the Bigger Bodies testing, and the one actually chasing us is just a smaller more “normal” DogDay.

But if that’s true then it begs the question, what about other critters? We’ve seen a smaller Bobby before, does she also have a Bigger Bodies version?

Do they all have a Bigger Bodies equivalent?

Is there still a normal CatNap?

Again, all speculation but this chapter especially is really tickling my brain.

And finally we’ve got the man of the hour

Man he is so much lankier than I thought he would be. That definitely explains why his face was so high up on that one cam footage though. Here I was thinking he’d be bulky!

There isn’t too much to say here other than CatNap is definitely gonna be an imposing threat, and I’m very excited to see him in game. So far we’ve mainly seen him through silhouettes, and light peeks at small portions of his design. Seeing him better is game is gonna be a thrill and I’m so ready for it!

Additionally, just for the sake of adding on, we’ve seen these posters apparently from overseas get spread around lately

Both of these definitely look like they’re meant to be company only posters, ones you’d find in the schooling and orphanage areas.

The left poster telling kids to go inside right away when recess is up, nothing super deep here. Just a peek at the schooling that had here, and that these kids had their lives completely contained within the factory.

The second poster is CatNap telling Huggy to go to sleep, another attempt at convincing children CatNap isn’t dangerous. If Huggy is fine they will be too, right?

Anyways that’s my initial thoughts and reactions right after watching the trailer. VERY excited about this game, it’s been awhile since I’ve been able to brainstorm on my own over a game like this so I’m really looking forward to what this chapter has to give.

#long post #poppy playtime #poppy playtime chapter 3 #catnap #poppy playtime catnap #huggy wuggy #kissy missy #dogday #poppy playtime theory

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amberlide · 3 months ago

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Magic over Flowers - Echoes of the Past

Many thanks to @dvinaamesca for granting me permission to use the screenshot on the right! <3

Summary: After much effort, Garreth finally acquired a Pensieve, eager to explore the memories closest to his heart. The first one he chose was his Sorting Ceremony at Hogwarts—one of his most cherished moments. Rating: T Word count: 5K Based on the prompt for the Weasley fest: Garreth Sorting Experience

A/N: this fiction can be read as a one-shot, but it's not. It's the prologue to my next long fiction: Magic over Flowers (full summary and tags on AO3) Magic over Flowers I want to thank my beta reader, knubpin for the amazing help! And my writing group for the support :3

There are tons of references to the game and to Harry's sorting ceremony ;)

He fell, and fell, and fell. One moment, he was in his workshop, nervously checking the basin, his face reflecting the silvery threads swirling and shimmering, casting a soft glow in his eyes—gently inviting him in. The next, he was free-falling into it.

His familiar world faded away. The scents of ingredients and burned wood receded, his stomach dropping, breath hitching in his throat as he plummeted, a gnawing fear surfacing.

What if he had chosen the wrong memory? What if it didn’t work—and he got stuck? How was he supposed to go back?

Natsai hadn’t given any instructions, just a simple—choose the memory and dive into it.

“Brilliant,” Garreth muttered under his breath.

As he kept falling,panic tugged at the edges of his mind, tightening its grip. But just as fear threatened to overwhelm him, his feet suddenly touched solid ground, landing gently on wet pavement. It looked like a station.

The fog still enveloped him like a silver mantle, swirling softly around him, revealing more of his surroundings with each passing second.

Garreth breathed a sigh of relief, though the air felt stiff and warm—nothing like the brisk Scottish night he expected.

He looked up at a fine drizzle pouring down the sky, but he couldn’t actually feel it on his skin, the fine droplets melting on the palms of his hands and his face, leaving only a faint tingling sensation.

How bizarre!

“First years!”

A raucous voice pierced through the fog as it dissipated, slowly uncovering the scene around him.

He knew the place—it was the Hogsmeade Station.

The street lamps barely illuminated the tiny, dark platform, their faint light reflecting on the ponds formed by rain and the salty mist rolling in from the lake.

A whistle cut through the air, accompanied by a puff of steam: the Hogwarts Express came to a halt on the tracks, in a screech of metal and brakes.

As the doors opened, a wave of students streamed out of the train, their excited chatter filling the air.

“First years!”

The voice called again, a bobbing lantern marking its place, cutting through the darkness. Garreth noticed a few shorter students making their hesitant way toward it.

He strained his neck, trying to find himself amidst the sea of dark-cloaked students. He shouldn’t have been that far away.

Soon, as the pressing crowd dissipated, he managed to distinguish three trembling figures just a few feet away. One was clearly shorter and all agitated, clinging to the tallest of the three.

He immediately recognised his elder brother Edmund, proudly wearing his new, shiny Prefect badge on his chest, while a shorter Oliver was nearby, stealing fugitive glances at a much younger Henry.

He took a tentative step forward, his silent footsteps accompanied by trembling legs, a pounding heart, and clammy hands.

Bubbling cauldrons! He was so short! So tiny!

His head barely reached his waist, and his curly hair was messier than ever from constantly raking it. His face was a sea of freckles—he’d had so many back then… and his voice had been so high-pitched, a squeaky mix of anticipation and fear.

Garreth smiled, his chest tightening as the small boy in front of him hopped from one foot to the other, nervously asking about the Sorting Ceremony. He remembered asking for the whole journey, but both Edmund and Oliver had sternly refused to tell him anything.

Oliver had hinted at some sort of proof of courage, saying he’d have to fight the lake monster if he wanted to be sorted into Gryffindor, which Garreth had tried hard not to believe.

He moved closer to the group, uncertain whether to call out or not.

Would they recognise him, or be scared by his sudden presence?

Could he change or affect a memory?

Damn Natty! He had no idea.

But he really, really wanted to reassure his younger, tiny self that everything would be fine. He had nothing to fear.

He reached out to touch little Garreth's shoulder, his hand hovered there, inches away, before slipping through the boy as if he were made of mist. He jerked his hand back, blinking in confusion.

“First years!”

His younger self jumped, startled, casting a horrified look behind him—completely ignoring him—while Edmund leaned in for a final goodbye.

“Wherever you’re sorted, you’ll be always my little brother!” he winked, adjusting his cloak over his shoulders before turning and waving his hand one last time disappearing into the crowd.

"Hey, wait!” Garreth called, but his voice was swallowed by the drizzle, unheard. He waved his arms too, trying to catch Edmund’s eye, but his brother didn’t even glance his way. It was as if he wasn’t there at all.

They couldn’t see, nor hear him. It was just a memory, after all.

Garreth followed the increasingly impatient and authoritative voice—until he reached its source. The tall, lean frame of Mr Moon appeared before him, waving a lamp in his left hand, its dim light casting shadows on the faces of the scared students around him and on the slick sheen of his dark hair, messily brushed back.

Garreth looked around at the first-year students—all so small!—bundled in their long, dark cloaks, shivering and casting wary glances at each other.

Some clutched their wands tightly, while others sought comfort in their friends.

He noticed a blonde boy whose wand pulsed slightly, casting an ominous red glow around its tip. The other students were letting him pass, scared by his wand.

Garreth felt a smile surface on his lips as a sturdy boy with glasses approached the blonde boy, fascinated, and asked him what kind of trick that was and how he was so good with a wand already.

“No trick, I’m blind,” the boy snapped, shooing him away.

“It’s dark magic!” added another one with a messy mop of brown hair, dramatically flailing his fingers, before a little girl, his spitting image, chimed in with a deep, cavernous voice, “Fear the heir of Slytherin!”

Soon, they burst into laughter, a sharp contrast to the thick tension in the air and the fate they would all endure years later.

Still chuckling, Garreth moved closer, searching for his younger self—where had he gone? The little miscreant.

He remembered being one of the last joining in the group, in fact after a few minutes, he found himself running toward them as they were already moving toward the Black Lake.

He smiled as little Garreth pushed his worn-out first-year hat out of his eyes, revealing a mass of curls dangling in front of his sweaty face.

“I’m here!” he screamed, almost tripping over his too-long cloak—Oliver’s old one—before finally joining the group along the narrow path.

Mr Moon didn’t even acknowledge him, too busy grumbling and snorting as a young Imelda Reyes peppered him with questions about flying practices and the Quidditch Cup.

“Can we join a team from the first year? Are we allowed to have our own brooms? I brought mine! My grandad gifted me the latest model, a… ”

Mr Moon ignored her completely, too focused on rallying the students toward the shore where a set of boats gently swayed in the current.

“No more than four!” he repeated several times.

Garreth followed the group, hoping to find a spot in one of the boats, though—he checked his stomach—he worried he might weigh it down.

The students divided themselves into small groups and climbed into the boats.

Garreth watched as his younger self stumbled, nearly tripping into the lake as he tried to jump into the boat, water sloshing around his feet.

He sighed shaking his head, he did remember wearing soggy socks for the rest of the evening.

“Are you crazy? If you fall in, the monster will swallow you whole!”

A girl with dark hair helped him to join her, while he checked to make sure his cloak wasn’t dipping into the murky depths.

“So there is a monster!” he squealed, wide-eyed.

“There is no monster,” a quiet, serious voice replied. “It’s only a giant squid, and I doubt it eats humans. I bet it prefers toasts. I do.” Garreth turned his head, imagining how his younger self’s cheeks must have flushed bright red. He knew this was the first time he had laid his eyes on Poppy Sweeting. Her calm demeanour and disinterested tone hadn’t fazed him at that time, as he admired her warm brown eyes, glinting in the lamplight dangling from the front of the boat.

Her eyes immediately reminded him of another pair, their familiar hazelnut shade hidden behind glasses, and his heart ached at the thought.

But he was doing this for her…

A sudden stream of shouts caught his attention, interrupting his thoughts.

Up front, two boys were wrestling and shoving each other, both determined to be the first onto the boat.

“I’m going to win this! And I’ll get sorted wherever I want!”

Garreth glanced at them, noticing a lock of red hair spilling from under a hat. He chuckled—Leander had always been competitive, even from day one.

Too bad that wasn’t a competition.

“I heard there are mermaids in the lake!” a girl next to Imelda exclaimed as the boats started to make their way toward the distant cliff.

“Of course, Nerida. We can search for them after our flying training.”

Garreth sat down in the spot he’d found on one of the last boats, where only three others stood, and he quietly observed as the castle emerged before them. Its imposing structure loomed darker against the starry fabric of the night sky, a myriad of lights flickering behind the glass windows, winking at the new first years and inviting them into its mysteries.

As they glided over the shimmering lake, its surface rippling with waves and drizzle from the night, Garreth took a long breath, the salty scent filling his nostrils.

A soft “Oh…” rose from the students, mingling with the splashes of water against the sides of the boats.

He sighed.

He remembered marvelling at the castle, so big, so sturdy and enticingly scary. It had been a sight to behold indeed, and memories flooded his mind, enveloping him in a soft veil of nostalgia, cooing gently to his heart. He loved Hogwarts, and seeing it now at 24 filled him with a strange mix of peace and dread.

Tears welled in his eyes, as a time that he could never reclaim, unwound before him.

He searched for his younger self, blissfully unaware of the adventures ahead—the experiments with his brews, the little thefts, the crushes, detentions, laughter, and tears. And then, that moment on his sixteenth birthday, when he returned home only to realize his heart was bound to his childhood friend, forcing him to renounce the Wizarding world.

The boat swayed, pulling him out of his thoughts as it turned toward the tunnel opening on the side of the cliff. Garreth gripped the edge, trying to steady himself, while a student in front of him kept cackling.

“Stop it! You’re ruining my hair!” A shrill scream pierced the air as the girl next to him tried to dry her face with the sleeve of her cloak, ducking under a curtain of thick ivy.

Meanwhile, a chubby boy with round glasses kept insisting it was just a joke.

“You’ll joke once I set you on fire, Clopton!”

Garreth smiled. Sacharissa hadn’t changed a bit.

The boat approached the bank of the underground harbor, and the students climbed out one after another, shivering slightly in their cloaks. Someone offered to help Ominis, but he managed just fine, waving his wand confidently as he moved in the familiar darkness.

They followed Mr Moon up the winding, seemingly endless stairs that hugged the side of the castle, until they finally reached the entrance hall. His heart leaped. Aunt Matilda Weasley stood in front of the great oak door.

Garreth wanted to say she looked younger, but the truth was, she didn’t. She was exactly the same, her glasses perched atop her nose, exuding that calm, motherly demeanour as she gently watched the students gather around her.

“Aunt Millie!" The words escaped his younger self before he could stop them, filled with a longing for the familiarity and warmth she represented amidst stranger peers.

He stifled a chuckle, remembering how surprised he had been to see her there. He knew she was a professor, but he hadn’t expected her to be the one greeting them. At the time, he thought she was there just for him.

"Of course, we’ve got another favoured one here!" Leander sneered, looming over the others with his tall, lanky frame, arms crossed and tapping his foot. He cast a glance at Ominis, who was holding his wand, trying to discern the professor's features in front of them.

Garreth snorted. He hadn’t forgotten how he and Leander had gotten off on the wrong foot, but in hindsight, he knew Leander had just been a bit jealous. His own siblings were either indifferent or already in their last year, and he didn’t have any connections, not like Garreth had with Edmund. Still, he hadn’t realized Leander had such a sharp tongue, even at that age.

Garreth glanced at his aunt, noticing the slight pull of a smile at the corner of her lips. She gave no sign of recognising him, something she'd continue to do in classes—except when she gave him detention, threatening him to send an owl to his parents.

That night would have been the last one he would have been happy to see her.

“Thank you, Mr Moon.” Aunt Matilda tilted her head, bidding goodbye to the caretaker, then shifted her attention to the group. “Good evening, my dears. Welcome to Hogwarts. Please follow me," she said, turning and gesturing for them to follow her inside the castle.

As they passed through the door, their footsteps echoed on the flagged marble floor, and the lanterns cast trembling shadows of their silhouettes on the stone walls. Some students glanced at the towering suits of armour, posed as if ready for battle. A booming chorus of voices echoed from behind another giant door.

The Great Hall!

Everyone was already sitting there.

Garreth stood for a moment in front of the massive oak door, the armours clanging their swords behind him. He touched the door, his nerves tingling with anticipation, as he pushed slightly, eager to be part of that world once again, but nothing happened.

He had to follow the flow of the first years, who were getting excited again, some whispering, some casting frightened looks around.

“Now, please, please, make space.” Aunt Matilda invited them in, holding the door. The room was small, cramped, and the roaring coming from the corridor behind her was muffled only by her voice.

“The next room is the Great Hall, where you’ll be sorted. There are four houses at Hogwarts: Gryffindor, Slytherin, Ravenclaw, and Hufflepuff. A house is like a family…”

Garreth squeezed himself into the back of the room, leaning against the wall, while his aunt explained what the houses were and the different activities of the school to the group of wide-eyed students.

A soft, sad smile grazed his lips as his gaze swept over them. Everything came back to him at once: the nervous excitement, the fear of the unknown Sorting Ceremony, the thrill of starting a new chapter of their lives away from family. The sense of disorientation mingled with a feeling of belonging to something bigger than himself—his first, cautious steps into the Wizarding World.

He had entered as a scared, tiny, naive boy and emerged as a young man, ready to take his life and family responsibilities into his own hands.

Hogwarts had shaped him—moulded him into the man he was now, and the man he would still become.

Aunt Matilda finished her talk by explaining the House Cup and how to bring honour to their House. He shook his head; young Garreth had no idea how many points he would manage to lose during his time there, how many detentions and how much extra homework he had to endure. How they won the House Cup in his second and sixth years was still a mystery he couldn’t quite wrap his head around.

“Please take a moment to recompose yourselves. I’ll be back in a few minutes,” Aunt Matilda said as she exited the room.

As soon as she was gone, the group started whispering among themselves.

“All my family’s in Slytherin, I will be too!” a snotty voice whispered, loud enough to make several students roll their eyes.

“I’ll win the House Cup!”

“I’ve read all about Hogwarts! The history here is amazing!” Garreth recognized Amit’s voice amongst few others.

He glanced at Sacharissa, still dampening her hair, while his younger self wiped his nose on his sleeve and sniffled, pushing his messy curls under his too-big hat trying to look presentable. Some girls were running their fingers over their uniforms, smoothing the fabric, others were cleaning their splashed glasses on their robes.

If she had gone to Hogwarts, what house would she have been sorted into? he wondered. With her love for plants and hardworking nature, she would have been a Hufflepuff for sure. Too bad…

Just as Garreth began to lose himself in thoughts again, a strange shift in the air caught his attention. A draft swept through the room, and before he could fully react, the sound of a loud bang shattered the quiet.

“Oh! What do we have here? Little, fresh, tiny firsties…” a shrill voice boomed.

Soon, the hats of some students near the back of the room were lifted from their heads, eliciting cries of fear.

“I hope you’re ready to prove yourselves! Last year we had a couple of deaths. I wonder who’ll be the lucky one this year!” a voice cackled as a little man with a tall blue hat appeared, floating midair, adjusting his huge bowtie and casting wicked glances down at them.

“Pain, pain, little firsties... fear, fear…” he chanted with his big mouth, taking pleasure in watching them squirm and tremble.

“Peeves, stop this instant!” a deep, menacing voice echoed through the room as a ghost swept in, chains clinking behind him.

Peeves trembled and started bowing. “I’m so sorry, your bloodiness, I was just greeting the new students…” Still sputtering excuses, he floated away, following the Bloody Baron under the bewildered eyes of the students.

As the hats floated back down, a girl burst into tears.

Garreth recognized the crisp dark curls of Cressida Blume, a Muggle-born.

“I-I don’t want to die!” she cried, hiding her face in her hands and sniffing loudly.

“I want to go home, I don’t want to be a witch!”

Garreth watched his younger self move next to the girl.

“Don’t worry! If you die, you can come back as a ghost!”

He shook his head as the girl wailed even louder.

I can’t believe I said that to poor Cressida!

The Bloody Baron wasn’t exactly the best example of how to come back as a ghost, with his silver bloodstains covering his outdated attire. No wonder the girl had been terrified. He could only imagine how traumatic it must have been for her back then.

He had seen it first-hand just a few months ago—how showing a Muggle the magical world could change their life forever. His wife had been terrified when she first learned about wizards and witches. The disbelief in her eyes, the fear…

Despite all his reassurances that he wasn’t a lunatic, he knew the shock was something she still hadn’t fully overcome.

What the hell was I thinking, telling Cressida that?

Thankfully, Adelaide Oaks stepped in, moving next to Cressida.

“There, there, nobody’s going to die. Let’s meet tomorrow for breakfast, and I’ll teach you how to send an owl to your parents, so you can tell them all about Hogwarts.”

A few minutes later, Aunt Matilda returned and, after casting another glance at their soggy clothes, beckoned them to follow her back into the entrance hall. She opened the doors to the Great Hall.

They stepped inside.

Garreth held his breath. Even after all these years, the Great Hall never ceased to impress him. Though five years had passed since his graduation and twelve since his first steps inside, the sight still filled him with awe. His eyes were instantly drawn upward to the enchanted ceiling. He smirked, noticing the other students doing the same, wide-eyed in wonder.

If only they knew the hall was even better during Halloween and Christmas…

He spotted his younger self, marvelling at the sight with his eyes wide and his mouth forming a silent "O" of surprise. Then his gaze swept over the crowd—four long tables filled with students, all craning their necks, trying to catch a glimpse of the newcomers.

He remembered that moment so well—little Garreth was surely searching for his brothers, trying at the same time to catch as much as possible of the festive atmosphere all around him. He recalled exchanging a playful look with Oliver, who mimed a punch with his fists, while Edmund, seated next to him, resisted the urge to cuff him on the head, settling instead for a wink of encouragement.

Garreth almost trampled over little Amit, who was muttering the names of the stars on the enchanted ceiling, standing near the back of the line.

He followed the group to the front of the hall, where they lined up before the professors.

Garreth smirked, catching sight of Professor Sharp.

The poor man has no idea what’s coming, he thought, and Professor Garlick would have been her favourite…

But as his gaze travelled up the long table, his stomach dropped.

There sat Professor Fig, his wrinkled face openly smiling, his gentle eyes following the students as they lined up in front of him. If only he had known—if only he could have changed his fate. But a memory was just that: a memory. And Garreth could not alter the destiny that had already been sealed.

He was just a spectator of a distant time.

Yet his eyes lingered for a moment on Professor Fig’s features, trying to etch them into his mind. Remembering him like this—with his soft smile and paternal, benevolent demeanour—was the best way Garreth could honour his memory.

Soon, Aunt Matilda interrupted his reverie, placing a four-legged stool at the front of the hall, and on top of it, the old, patched Sorting Hat. Garreth smiled, recalling how flabbergasted he had been at the sight of the hat, completely unsure of its purpose. His brothers had kept their mouths tight, unwilling to spoil the surprise. The hat looked almost like the one his grandmother had tried to get him to wear for his wedding—tattered and filthy, but at least it wasn’t as stinky.

Lucky for him, his wife had only needed to wear the family tiara, which she accepted gracefully, despite his grandmother’s snarky remarks about her appearance.

As the hat began to sing, Garreth’s attention shifted again. The first years stared up at it, confusion etched on their faces.

“It’s singing!” he heard Arthur Plummly exclaim.

Yes, it was singing a song about Hogwarts, a real song. He had heard it seven times during his years at the school, though his favourite Sorting Ceremony had been during his fourth year. That was when Natsai had joined the first years, standing taller than the rest, and the hat had greeted her by adding a line in her own African dialect.

Gloomier had been the song from the following year, alerting the whole student body about the goblin rebellion. He shivered, trying to not think about it.

As the hat finished its song, applause boomed through the hall.

“Blume, Cressida,” Aunt Matilda called once the students had quieted down.

The girl looked like she might faint at any moment.

As the ceremony continued, Aunt Matilda called each name, and one by one, the students stepped forward, the hat dropping down over their heads, hiding half of their faces.

There was a brief, electrical pause of silence when Ominis Gaunt was called, his wand pulsing in his hand, followed by the little spat between the Sallow twins as Sebastian claimed he was born first.

Garreth stood there, lacing his hands behind his back, patiently waiting.

There were several advantages to being a Weasley, but having a surname that started with "W" wasn’t one of them. Garreth watched his younger self, standing on tiptoe, lifting his hat to peer impatiently at the student under the Sorting Hat.

Leander, Cressida, Nellie—they had all been sorted into Gryffindor.

Leander proudly puffed out his chest as he paraded between the tables, basking in the sea of students clapping their hands to welcome him. With a flick of Aunt Millie’s wand, the satin lining of his cloak turned a rich crimson hue.

As the ceremony moved forward, it was finally Garreth’s turn.

Little Garreth sprang up and clumsily ran toward the stool, nearly tripping in his too-big cloak while removing his hat. He plopped down on the stool, his leg nervously tapping and his hand gripping the edge. The Sorting Hat dropped over his head, pushing his curls down over his eyes.

“So, where do you want to go, young Weasley?” The hat’s voice reverberated in his mind as if spoken directly into his thoughts. He flinched in surprise. But by the shocked look on little Garreth's face, he was experiencing the same. And soon he heard his answer too.

“With my brothers!”

“Are you sure? You have a wonderfully chaotic mind, full of ideas and…!”

“I want to be a baker!”

Garreth laughed softly, remembering that all too well. He had wanted to be a baker—especially since he had shown signs of magic later than his siblings and feared he might be a Squib. “A late bloomer,” his mother had called him, so he had needed a backup plan.

He sighed, thinking back. Maybe if he had pursued a career in baking, everything would have turned out differently.

Maybe she wouldn’t have been forced to marry him.

Maybe if she had married Edmund, she would have been happier.

“A baker? But I see a love for experimentation. You’re determined. Hufflepuff could do wonders for you!”

Little Garreth didn’t answer. He just wanted to be with his brothers, to be in the same house as them as his whole family.

“You’re also courageous, and you care deeply for those around you—indeed, a true giver!”

Garreth smirked as he watched his younger self, so tiny and scared, his eyes squeezed shut and his face scrunched up in anticipation. And then, in the end...

“GRYFFINDOR!”

The Gryffindor table erupted in cheers as the hat shouted its verdict. Garreth watched his younger self spring up and run toward the roaring table, ignoring Leander’s grimace and Aunt Matilda’s call as he still had the Sorting Hat on his head.

Once the hat was back on the stool, young Garreth sat down proudly in front of his brothers, feeling triumphant and ready to indulge in the lavish banquet. Ready to learn, to experiment, to finally enjoy the magical world he was part of after so many years of believing he was a Squib.

Now, though, Garreth’s optimism had melted away, like ingredients dissolving in his cauldron. That little girl with the too-short hair had once been an afterthought. He’d even boasted about going to a new school abroad while she attended a Muggle one. But now, that girl was the centre of his world. And for her, he had repressed everything, hidden his powers to avoid hurting her. Anymore.

Why couldn’t everything have stayed that simple? he wondered. Letting others guide him toward his future…

“Garreth?”

Startled, he spun on his heels, surprise written all over his face.

She stood before him, her eyes wide behind her glasses, darting around the hall in confusion.

“What does this mean?” she asked, her voice tinged with panic.

He took a step forward, trying to calm her as the anxiety in her voice rose.

“You’re here,” he murmured, reaching out to take her hand in a reassuring gesture.

He hesitated, then retreated, clenching his fist.

“I followed you,” she said. I saw you bending over a basin and then... you disappeared. I was worried.”

Her eyes moved up to the Gryffindor table, landing on little Garreth and his brothers.

His heart clenched as he saw her taking in the scene—he knew she was searching for Edmund. Taking a deep breath, he tried to ignore the softness in his eyes as she most likely admired his brother.

“What is this?” she asked again, her gaze shifting back to him, searching his face for answers.

“This is a memory of my first day at school,” he said softly, lowering his voice.

He finally reached out and took her hand. Her skin was cold, trembling slightly, and there was a streak of soil cloaking her fingers.

“The... magic school?” Her eyes flicked back to the table as food appeared in golden plates and chalices filled with juice, then up to the enchanted ceiling.

He nodded, a soft smile creasing his lips.

He wasn’t showing her the past to relive it. He was showing her because it was all he had left to give, a bridge to the gap between their worlds, a desperate attempt to mend something that he had broken. Maybe it was false hope.

“Would you like to see more?” he asked gently, his tone laced with hope as he searched in her hazelnut eyes for a hint of curiosity and maybe forgiveness.

As the memory started to dissolve around them, mist enveloping them and twirling, the familiar scents of herbs and cauldron cleaners filled his nostrils. Her fingers twitched slightly in his hand, and her gaze, though still uncertain, seemed to soften. A flicker of something—perhaps curiosity, perhaps something deeper—passed over her face, which gave Garreth the little push he needed.

“Shall I conjure up more memories?”

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Hi Pia

Sorry is this ask is bothersome but I need some advice.

I while ago I was going through a really bad time mentally but found solace in a fandom. I became friends with a person that I met in a particular fandom and they encouraged me to get into fanfiction and it really helped my mental health as a form of escapism.

After about a year I took the plunge into writing my own fanfics for the fandom and at first they were well received. But then a gender swapped the characters.

For context- in this fandom most of the characters are male and almost all the fanfics available are canon compliant in this regard and I so I wanted to explore an au where all the characters were women instead. I posted a few chapters and was excited for feedback but then my friend from the fandom saw my new fic and messaged me telling me to take it down because it was problematic.

I asked them to explain why and they said that changing canon like that just for the "fun" of it wasn't ok and that if I'm going to "mess around with the characters identities" then I should make them trans instead.

I told her I wasn't comfortable making the characters trans because I myself am not trans and don't feel like I am educated enough to write about gender identities/experiences that I haven't gone through and I don't want to accidentally write something disrespectful.

My friend got back to me and said that take was even more problematic. I asked her to explain further because I was really confused by this point but she didn't get back to me.

A few days later I found out she had told all the people in the discord we were in together that I was being problematic regarding canon and I'm guessing she also went to my bookmarks and sent screenshots to everyone of the "problematic" ships and fics I like??

And now I'm getting hateful messages from people who used to be my friends in the fandom and I don't know what to do.

Should I make the characters male again like they are in canon? Or take the fic down altogether?

Hi anon,

So the short answer is:

You can write genderbending. Every fic is problematic somehow to different people and audiences. Trans people don't all agree on genderbending so you're not going to get a single "correct" answer. Don't take down the fic unless you want to. Don't change the fic unless you want to. Get some better friends. It's worth educating yourself further about this subject.

The longer answer is behind the Read More:

Genderbending is complicated and nuanced and there's a ton of discussion about it. I highly recommend you go somewhere like FanLore to check that out. Especially the further reading section, to see multiple sides of the discussion to then decide how you feel.

There are trans people who love cis genderbends. There are trans people who hate them. There are trans people who don't think they should exist. There are trans people who don't give a shit. There are trans people who want more to exist. There are trans people who think only trans people should be allowed to write any kind of genderbend. There are trans people who think no trans person should ever want to write cis genderbend.

My perspective (as a trans person) is closest to this archived Tumblr post linked here.

With this quote from mercurialmalcontent:

Changing a character to the ‘opposite’ cis gender is a very different thing than making them trans or nonbinary. Insisting that people only change characters to trans is also really damn invalidating, because it implies that being trans is interchangable with being cis. Whoopsie doodle!

And then the entire response from roachpatrol, especially:

so like. people now reducing the issue to ‘cis people are gross and hate trans people’ is pretty ridiculous. it ignores basically twenty years of women questioning, confronting and then dismantling the de-facto heteronormative, exploitative male gaze in order to create the radically progressive fandom atmosphere as we know it today on tumblr.

And then also this from curriebelle:

there’s nothing inherently transphobic about art that explores gender - quite the opposite, I think - and that’s what genderbends are about. It can be hugelybeneficial to imagine male characters as female in order to explore roles that aren’t traditionally given to women

I think the main thing is that in fandom, many trans people have been forced to confront how they feel about genderbends (or cis swaps), whereas many cis people never have to think about it due to cis privilege. That doesn't mean writing it is bad by default, it doesn't mean fics that feature it shouldn't exist, and it doesn't mean problematic fanfiction is bad either. Like I said, everything is problematic to someone.

What actually bothers me the most is that people who you think of as "friends" are trying to police you in this way. Obviously I don't know the full story or the content of the fic, so maybe there's greater context going on that I'm missing. But on the surface, genderbends aren't inherently transphobic, even if some trans people don't like them, or feel dysphoria over them existing.

Ultimately genderbends aren't also often about the trans experience. It's really weird for your friends to assume that writing a story about a bunch of cis women, and a bunch of trans women is going to be exactly the same, or that one is inherently "better" than the other. Trans women experience some different issues (depending on the world), and the stories are likely to have different elements to them. And you're right, not feeling comfortable telling a trans story when you're a cis person wanting to write about cis women does actually make a lot of sense. That doesn't mean you can't do it, but it does make it clear why you didn't do it.

Anon, a friend who is quick to tell a whole bunch of people on a Discord server that you're writing a fic with content they don't like is not a friend, let alone a good friend. They might have once been very caring, but their response here indicates they're putting up a chance to seem righteous and 'moral' above actually caring about you or what you have to say. Especially in a situation where honestly a lot of trans people don't agree with each other, but we all mostly agree not to be dicks to people who write this stuff and to just live and let live.

(Also, trans people can write trans fic that other trans folk feel is transphobic! Something that heals and helps one person, hurts another, that's why the rule in fiction for things like this is very much: "don't like, don't read" and also: learn about it, do some research into it, but you don't have to morally justify what you like in fiction and fiction is the place to write this stuff - it is literally pure fantasy. Heck, some trans people love cis swaps precisely because it's a cis swap instead of a specifically trans narrative, the same reason some trans people hate them. We're not all a monolith with one opinion. Thank god).

Going into your bookmarks to reveal the 'problematic' things you like to a bunch of randos screams of anti-nonsense, people who judge other people's morals based off the fiction they enjoy. Folks like this think it's okay to humiliate, degrade and abuse people over what they enjoy in fiction.

Honestly, if it were me, I'd block these people. Trans people aren't magically free from being abusive shitheads, just like everyone else.

Your friend may have been a friend once, but what they're doing now is just shitty. Ironically, it's also pretty transphobic to the trans people who love and write cis swap and also the trans people who love and read it.

#asks and answers #can't speak for any other trans people here but like #for myself i just think your friend sucks #truly if this is the first place they go based on fiction you're writing #they haven't been caring about you for a while #their behaviour is far more 'high school drama' than it is 'genuine friend'#if they were a real friend who was really concerned for you #they would not be trying to make this into entertaining drama for everyone else around them #where they get to feel mock righteous outrage #over being assholes to a real person for something fictional they're writing

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