#I'll probably work on it in July

[majestymadness]

1

BUZZ!

Gustaw wakes up with a startle due to the loud Buzzer sound from the speakers echoing to the cold surface of the subway station's wall. Right, he was waiting for his metro but what was that sound for? The obnoxious buzzer sound that is often used by television programs.

Everything looked fine, yet his gut feeling was sinking as if something was wrong. Something utterly bad going to happen yet the middle-aged doctor couldn't put his finger on why exactly as people went on about their way as if no one but him was started by that sudden sound through the speakers. For a moment he felt more distant from the strangers now than ever before somehow, as if he was in a different parallel world. Sitting alone on the bench whilst blurry figures passed by. He felt alone and trapped. Something made him aware of that.

It's all just a jumble of the same old shapes and details but... it all felt distant and alone. Gustaw got up from his seat with a sigh and looked at his wristwatch, 8 PM. Should he just call a taxi instead? Probably, he should drop his stingy old nature just this once. He walked up to the subway stairs with his hand on the supporters, lazily placing one foot in front of the other until he couldn't. The stair tread in front of his next step is higher than others? No. It's like there is an invisible wall there. "It couldn't be?" Gustaw muttered to himself as he tried to step beyond the level or move his body forward with his hand at the front. His left hand met a surface then he heard a chuckle from a man from the speaker faint but heard. It was quite frankly mocking. Gustaw was certainly not pleased.

"What the hell is that for?" he could feel, that he was laughing at him. And that man behind the speakers did not say anything more than a few snickers and chuckles.

"8:11 PM," the man behind the speakers said after a few minutes as Gustaw panicked from inside out trying to figure out why there was an invisible wall preventing him from leaving the subway. And the people too, all are unresponsive to him as if he did not exist. Or he's in a goddamn video game trying to talk to NPCs that's just for show. Gustaw couldn't make any sense. He does not understand it. Neither does want to understand it. He just wants to leave.

"oh, you're absolutely hopeless" hopeless, almost sounds like worthless. That man behind the speaker talking to him, Gustaw. All this time quietly laughing at him too.

Gustaw looked up at the camera up the ceiling before demanding. "Hey! You Sucker tell me what is going on!?"

"Tell you what is going on eh? Oh, you are such a demanding man Gustaw" he sneers with his name. Does he know him? Gustaw froze for just a moment as he listened to the sharp tone of the voice. "Did your patience run out with something as small as this? Seriously all this time and barring every little shit on your shoulders like a whim pussy, you decide to snap at a stranger? No one?" then he laughed, he laughed at Gustaw.

"Who are you?" Gustaw muttered, his tired eyes glaring at the camera with distrust.

"Who I Am? Gustaw. My dear, you don't even need to know someone without an identity itself. What you need to worry your massive wrinkly dumb brain about is your own safety for once!" His voice cracked a bit with rasp and bitterness that barely contained before clearing his throat back to a somewhat calm tone.

"Ah yes by the way. I brought along new friends to you." As in clue, few people approached him with careful steps.

"he's probably one of us, yes?" the girl said to the boy next to her as she clung to his side, a young couple. "obviously, he's talking to that voice can't you see?" the boy huffed to the girl.

"Oi! Partner over here!" followed by the young couple, a dirty middle-aged man raised his hand in greeting as he smiled. Approaching Gustaw first and stealing his hand in his dirty rough hands in a strong handshake. Some people would be repulsed by the scent, feel, and sight of a homeless-looking man. Gustaw doesn't mind though, more often than not, he deals with the stench of decay in his line of work, this is not worse.

"John Doe," the dirty man near his age said with a grin surrounded by untidy bread on his sunkissed face.

"Your parents actually named you that?" Gustaw asked with a raised eyebrow. In return, John just shrugged with a grin.

"Names Gustaw" not adding his professional title or anything more Gustaw simply introduced himself then he stood, waiting for John to let go of his hand in an awkward handshake that continued little longer than a few seconds.

Meanwhile, the young couple whispered amongst themselves before introducing themselves as well but without making their disgust known. "You should wash your hands," The girl said.

"Kids these days, am I right?" John grinned, not at all the jabs from the youngsters. The boy muttered under his breath with a scoff that could only the girl beside him hear, but Gustaw was sure he just muttered a weirdo.

John pointed at the girl with his thumb. "That pretty girl in the white skirt is Jess" Jess and her boy friend were not pleased when John introduced them, they were certainly not close at all to this hobo. "the boy beside her? Eden, I think"

"It's Aiden, creep" the boy shoved John off his feet, that boy, Aiden despite the looks of clean and academic look he must be packing some hidden muscles to move someone as heavy-looking as John.

Aiden then turned to Gustaw. "We never introduced ourselves to this dirtbag. And he kept following us, what more can I say?" That's reasonable, Gustaw suppose and nodded. "In that case. I'll put my eye on him." In any case Gustaw doesn't trust them that easily but go with the flow for the beginning, either the dirty man or the young couple, god knows why them and why or who they are as person.

"So, what now?" Jess asked..

to be continued

[eggsistential-breakdown]

Ian and the twice-divorced gray-eyesed rift Ian from the first chapter of @reblogincarnation-blues's fic!

anyways the closest experience I've had to the the feeling of reading the second chapter is taking my roommate to the ER for four hours for suspected appendicitis only to come back with a UTI diagnosis and an antibiotic prescription. and it breaks your one year streak of roommates getting appendicitis. in a good way.

[davealgonquins]

maria, literally, in the sound of music (1965): she comes in color everywhere

[ferahntics]

Throwing a summary together \o/

Not to get sappy but honestly, I'm very grateful for the Kirby franchise and the community, I was really struggling with art block for a long while before joining 🙏💕

Even though I've had my ups and downs when I drew like nuts and then go radio-silent, I still think 2023 was a really productive year for me ;v; 💖 Here's to more in 2024~

Template is here!

[zhouszishu]

will be on indefinite hiatus again because the last semester of law school (and my anxiety about the bar) is kicking my butt

manifesting that the next time i log back onto this hellsite that i'll be doing it as an official baby attorney :)

[vanishintoyou]

help me my mom is shipping me with some random chinese man whom i helped buying tickets

[orcelito]

Just finished rereading ITNL chapter 2 again

Yknow, it's long felt like a weaker chapter to me, especially compared to chapter 1. It's a Necessary chapter, but it's basically an entire chapter of introspection. Add in the fact that I wrote it in a single day and was half falling asleep by the end of editing it, but pressing onwards anyways bc I wanted So Badly to get it out that night...

The Legato part was the weakest for that. I remember staring at it and breaking my brain just trying to make it sound better before just giving up and posting. But when I worked on my full-fic re-edits about.. a year ago now? A year and a bit. I think it was October ish of 2023. But I focused on that part again, trying to get it up to my standards to be satisfied with it.

Coming back to it after some number of months, my brain relatively fresh, I think I actually did a pretty decent job. Despite being an introspective chapter, it really drives home how Wrecked vash is about it all. I like to say that chapter 1 is like a thesis to the fic, where you get vash's goals laid out pretty clearly (him picturing the things he wants to fix + him picturing his dream of having all the people he loves around a table with him, including Knives. It serves as motivation for him jumping back in time in the first place and it remains his driving force throughout the fic). In contrast, chapter 2 is... almost a secondary thesis. We see his doubt, his fears, his panic. We see the things that he's going to be struggling with throughout the whole fic. His wish to handle it all on his own, as well as how overwhelming it all is to him. Chapter 2 is the necessary second side to chapter 1's thesis, showing the weakness in his own strength and drive.

The cracks in his own unstoppable force.

Idk it's just interesting to me. Having been away from it long enough, I think I really do appreciate chapter 2 after all.

[physicallydisabledswagtournament]

just wanted to make a quick update that im delaying the minor bracket again sorry,,,

[front-facing-pokemon]

[8km-2]

animatics take so long to make :/

[legolasghosty]

oh shit i forgot to send a new one! brain mush.

uh. let's say 75 please?

No worries, thanks for sending these, they're really nice!!! More Holograms (and the introduction of I think the last major character...)

Julie laughed and followed her brother in, Reggie and Alex on her heels. Fuego was standing beside the receptionist’s desk. He looked up and smiled when he heard them approach.  “Ah good, I’ll let Mr. Covington know you’re here.” He turned away from them, pink nails clicking against his tablet. Julie was about to ask about the agenda for the day when she heard a crash behind her. She whirled around to see Alex lying on the floor, someone else practically on top of him, clearly having just bowled him over. “Oh my gosh, I am so sorry,” the new person exclaimed, scrambling to their feet and holding out a hand to Alex. “I wasn’t even looking.”

(Send me a number and I'll write that many words in my WIP and show you!)

[cappurrccino]

computer's not working right this morning and it's really just one more thing on the already huge and very expensive pile of other "one more things"

[pinkanonhopes]

just a tiny bit irritated by all the homework i had to do today but it's gonna be okay. the work will end soon.

[rulesforthedance]

Third summer of training for a long October race and I love this seasonal routine. I love marathon/50k training, I love the structure and the gradual build and the Saturday long run and the Gainz 

[theseancekid]

i miss klaus so so much i can’t wait to get back here this weekend (and also to show y’all the projects i’ve been working on while i was away!)

[onrainynights]

aaaaaaaaaa