#JUST take the ''All I ever did I did to make you proud'' scene. replace ''scroll'' by ''medallion'' and youre literally gucci

[ha-rinrin]

"Is there something wrong with my pants?"

Summary: Jinx's comes home after getting half of Zaun out of Stillwater with a doubt on her mind.

Pairing: Jinx x fem!reader

Wordcount: 1.4k

Authors note: I laughed so hard at this scene that I had to write something based on it. Also, guys, I'm absolutely refusing to accept the ending of episode 6 for my own mental health.

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The hideout is still, the quiet hum of the machinery and the flicker of a dim lamp your only company. You've been waiting for Jinx, trying not to imagine all the chaos she’s causing out there. You know she’s been working on something big, but you’re never quite sure exactly what until she shows up.

The door slams open, and in she bursts, her energy almost tangible as she steps into the room. Jinx is practically glowing, a grin stretched across her face that matches the wild sparkle in her eyes. Her clothes are messy, but she’s hardly bothered by it, her usual chaotic aura taking over.

“Guess who just pulled half of Zaun outta Stillwater?” she announces, her voice thick with excitement. She practically bounces in place, her fingers twitching like she’s about to explode with more energy.

You blink, surprised. “Wait—half of Zaun? You mean you—”

Jinx nods, cutting you off with a quick motion of her hands. “Yeah! I snuck in, all stealthy-like, dodged the enforcers, and got them out. No one even knew what hit ‘em! They’re gonna be talking about this for ages, trust me.” She leans in closer, her face lighting up with that grin that’s both wild and contagious. “I’m like their ghost, except, you know, way cooler.”

You can’t help but smile at her enthusiasm, though a small part of you wonders how she managed it without being caught. She’s reckless, but she’s also clever in her own strange way.

Her voice drops a little, a mix of excitement and something softer underneath it. “It felt good, y’know? Being the one who saves the day for once.” She rubs the back of her neck sheepishly, glancing at you like she’s half unsure if you’ll think it’s stupid.

You step forward, catching her eyes with a soft smile. “I’m proud of you, Jinx. You did something good today.”

Her eyes widen slightly, a little surprised at the words, before her usual grin returns, if a little softer now. "Well, I don’t always blow things up, y’know." She shrugs, still trying to play it off like it’s no big deal, but you can tell she’s pleased.

“Yeah, but you always make it exciting," you reply, stepping closer to her, your voice warm. "Only you could pull something like that off and get away with it."

Jinx laughs, her energy rising again, and she twirls around once more, feeling the high of her success. "Well, they won’t be calling me ‘crazy’ for much longer! They’ll be calling me a hero soon enough—just wait!"

You smile, watching her, knowing that her idea of ‘hero’ is always going to be a little different from the norm. But you wouldn’t have it any other way.

After the rush of adrenaline begins to fade, Jinx’s usual wild energy starts to settle, leaving behind a quieter, more tired version of her. She lets out a long breath, her grin softening as she moves to the couch, her steps a little less bouncy now.

“You know,” she says, her voice much softer than before, “sometimes, all that sneaky, saving-the-day stuff takes more out of me than I thought.”

She drops onto the couch with a sigh, sprawling out, but then pats the empty space next to her, glancing up at you with a mischievous smile. “C’mere. You’re not gonna leave me hanging after all that, are you?”

You raise an eyebrow but walk over anyway, sitting next to her. As soon as you do, Jinx pulls you down beside her, her arms wrapping around you like a vice, dragging you closer as she snuggles into your side.

“Perfect,” she mutters, resting her head against your shoulder with a contented sigh. Her usual wild energy has faded, replaced by something softer, something that only ever seems to appear when she’s with you. She lets out a small, satisfied hum, clearly enjoying the comfort of just being close to you after everything.

“You know, you’re the only one who doesn’t think I’m a total freak," she says after a few moments of quiet, her voice more vulnerable than she usually lets on. "You’re the only one who gets it… and me." She nuzzles into your side, her arms tightening around you slightly.

You smile softly, resting a hand on her back, your fingers gently tracing the familiar lines of her jacket. "You’re not a freak, Jinx. You're just... you. And that’s all I need."

She glances up at you, her eyes bright, but there’s something softer there now, something deeper than the usual spark of mischief. "Good," she mutters with a quiet chuckle. "’Cause I’m never gonna change." Her grip on you tightens a little, and she settles further into your side, clearly at peace now. “So, I’m gonna stay here and cuddle until the world falls apart again. You cool with that?”

You chuckle, feeling the warmth of her body next to yours, the chaos of her day finally falling away as she rests against you. “I’m more than cool with that.”

Jinx lets out another satisfied sigh, her eyes fluttering closed as she relaxes even more, completely at ease in your arms. And for once, everything feels calm—just the two of you, wrapped up in each other, in a world that’s spinning too fast for anyone else to catch

Jinx stays nestled against you for a while, the chaos of the day melting away in the quiet comfort between you. Her breathing has slowed, and she feels more relaxed than she has in hours. The soft hum of the hideout is the only sound, but then, out of nowhere, she shifts slightly in your arms, her mood taking a subtle dip.

You feel her tense, just for a second, and her voice comes out a little softer than usual. “Hey… um… do you think there’s something wrong with my pants?”

You blink, not sure if you heard her correctly. And then, you glance down at her—her eyes wide, her lips pressed together like she’s genuinely worried. It’s such a stark contrast to the wild, unpredictable energy she usually exudes. The sudden vulnerability in her face, combined with the seriousness of her tone, is almost too much.

And before you can stop yourself, you burst out laughing. It’s not mean-spirited, just genuine, surprised amusement. The ridiculousness of the question, paired with the look on her face, catches you off guard.

Jinx blinks at you, her eyes narrowing slightly in confusion as she watches you laugh. “What?” she asks, her voice a little defensive, though the corners of her mouth twitch in response to your laughter. "Is it really that funny?"

You try to catch your breath, still chuckling. “Jinx… you—" You wipe your eyes with your sleeve, grinning. “You’re worried about your pants? Look at you! You’re the last person who should care about that!”

She pouts for a moment, her arms still around you as she pulls herself a little closer, almost like she’s trying to hide. “It’s not funny, okay?” she mutters, her voice quieter now, though there’s still a hint of that pout on her lips. "That enforcer made me feel stupid... and I didn’t like it."

You stop laughing, realizing just how much it’s bothering her. You gently tilt her chin up to look at you, the playful tone fading as you meet her eyes. “I’m sorry, Jinx,” you say, your voice soft but sincere. “It’s just… you’re telling me this, and then I look at you, and I’m like— … Who cares what she thinks?”

She stares at you for a moment, the pout fading as she lets out a small breath. “Yeah, but still...” she trails off, still fiddling with the fabric of her pants.

You grin, brushing a hand through her hair as you pull her back into you. “You’re perfect, Jinx. Those pants? Totally you. No one else could pull them off like you do.”

her head resting against your chest as she lets out a soft sigh, the weight of her earlier worries starting to ease away. “You’re the best,” she murmurs, her voice barely audible. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

You smile, kissing the top of her head. “You’d probably blow something up, but I’d still be right here.”

And just like that, the tension fades. She’s back to her usual self—still a little quirky, but reassured and relaxed in your arms.

[echo-bleu]

The Sculptor in her Workshop, Unknown, Late Third Age, Tirion.

and

The Return of the Lost Son, Unknown, Early Fourth Age, Tirion.

This is something of a companion piece to this Nerdanel character study (on AO3). In it, she sculpts her husband and sons as she feels them die across the sea, and she waits long ages for Maglor until he comes home.

(Makalaurë, standing still in the empty space that long awaited him, makes a better marble than live body.)

I think this is the most detailed piece I've ever done. I genuinely started it as "oh, I have a very vivid mind picture of this scene, I could do a little sketch!" and here I am about two weeks and 19 hours of painting later. I'm really proud of it, though.

Please reblog if you like it!

IDs (also in alt), details and more rambling under the cut.

[ID: Two digital paintings of the same room, a sculptor's workshop. In the first, Nerdanel, a light-skinned elf woman with long curly red hair, is working on an abstract sculpture in marble. Behind her are six marble life-sized statues: Fëanor, brandishing a gem, Maedhros, with one hand missing, arms partly crossed, and after a gap, Celegorm, kneeling down to hold Huan, Caranthir, reading a book, Curufin, forging a dagger on an anvil, his arm raised to hammer it, and Ambarussa, holding each other. On the foreground right is a large stab of marble waiting to be sculpted. The second painting has the same background with the workshop and statues, with a more reddish tint as if it's sunset. The abstract sculpture has now replaced the slab of stone and in the middle, Nerdanel is kneeling in front of Maglor, as light-skinned elf with very long dark hair, holding his hand, while she has her other hand on her mouth. She is crying. Maglor is standing in the gap between the statues of Maedhros and Celegorm. The other pictures are details of the first two.]

The statues in order: Fëanor, Maedhros, (Maglor), Celegorm&Huan, Caranthir, Curufin, Amrod and Amras. Feel free to zoom in, they are each pretty detailed.

This is the first time I've drawn any of the younger sons. I did Nerdanel and Fëanor, Maedhros, Maglor and Celegorm before, each in slightly different AUs, but desiging Caranthir, Curufin and Ambarussa was fun!

Maedhros is missing his hand and has scars, because while Nerdanel never saw it, Finrod came to tell her what he looked like after Angband. She first sculpted him with his hand, though, so I imagine taking a hammer to it must have been... a specific sort of pain.

Curufin is a mix of Fëanor and Celebrimbor, they all look like each other, but I headcanon that Fëanor was more thin and wiry (though still strong), while Curufin was a bit buffer, as he focused more on large works (weapons and infrastructure) than jewellery, and Celebrimbor who was a teen/young adult in the war put up more fat once in Ost-en-Edhil, after many years of privation.

I can never settle on Caranthir's craft/occupation, but it's something bookish. As for Ambarussa, I think Nerdanel just wanted to remember them as happy youths, rather than attach them to any activity.

[anyca786]

"I THINK I'M GOING TO DIE"

Daemon Targaryen x sister/aunt!Targaryen x Rhaenyra Targaryen

WARNINGS: canon typical incest/targcest (brother & sister &niece) poly relationship, child birth, (smut: lactation kink, cock warming) fluff, family drama.

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"The pain will be over soon my love, the babe should be here soon," Rhaenyra said, trying to bring her some comfort. She herself had recently given birth to another son, named Viserys.

Daemon stood beside her, he had refused to leave her side.

Daenys huffed and looked at her husband loathingly, "I fucking hate you!"

"What?" Daemon asked, rather hurt than confused.

"Relax, Daemon" Rhaenyra said as she pushes back Daenys damp hair and kissed her forehead, "She's giving birth, stop pouting"

'No, NO!" Daenys shouted this time, her eyes holding fire, resembling a furious dragon. "I'm speaking clearly," she groans in pain," This is all your fault..you and your stupid big cock"

Daenys breathing grows heavy and shakes her head," I fucking hate this! How the hell did mother do this? And Aemma and my beloved Laena?" She said then turned to Rhaenyra," How did you do this?" She babled.

"Princess you must push." the Midwife coaxed but squeaked when Daenys screamed at her face, "SHUT THE FUCK UP!"

"I think I'm going to die," Daenys whined.

Daemon never knew fear until now. He did not want to lose his wife and Rhaenyra shared the same sentiment.

Rhaenyra cupped her face tenderly, "Just a bit more pain for a lifetime of happiness...now fucking push! You're Daenys Targaryen, a dragon and a warrior, so be one!"

Daenys let out a huff of frustration and screamed, ignoring the pain and the voices all around her as she pushed once more and the sounds of a babe, crying, made her fall back in her husband's arms.

"Oh praised the mother!" The mid-wife said, "A boy you have, Princess!"

"A boy?" Daenys couldn't contain her smile, A mini Daemon she thought.

The boy was cleaned and wrapped in a blanket. Daenys held her son close in a possessive manner and fell in love with the baby in her arms. He was absolutely perfect and looked just like her, but with Daemon's lips.

'Aegor," Daenys announced, sporting a wide grin at Daemon who now held Aegor Targaryen in his arms.

Suddenly Daenys felt another cramp, and shouts in pain.

Rhaenyra stood up from her spot and looked at the Maester in worry. The midwife looked underneath Daenys dress and gasped making the two look at her.

"What is it, woman? Spit it out!" Rhaenyra shouted, fear overtaking her face, "Another babe, Princess." the timid midwife squeaked out in fear.

"Another?" Daenys looked horrified, "I can't do this," she cried.

"Yes, you can, my love," Daemon grabbed her hand tight, "Breathe"

Holding Daemon hand tightly and pushing once again. She had finally delivered another babe. Daemon and Rhaenyra held a mixture of pride and happiness.

"A girl!" The mid-wife announced.

Rhaenyra held the babe with happy tears streaming down her face, a little girl in their family. Daenys wore a tired yet beaming smile.

"What will you name her?" Rhaenyra asked her.

"Viseria Targaryen, my warrior princess," Daenys announced proudly.

"My little princess" Daemon whispered, cooing at the baby.

Moments later, Daenys laid on the bed fully exhausted. Once the sheets were replaced, the maidens helped her wear a clean dress. She then started breastfeeding her children.

Daemon and Rhaenyra sat next to her on the bed simply taking in the scene between the mother of their children. Daemon was proud of his wife's strength. She did it, she overcomed her fear.

Rhaenyra's eyes filled with nothing but admiration and love for her wife. She felt content and happy seeing that she had everything she ever wanted.

Daenys couldn't believe that she was a mother now. Two little healthy identical Targaryens.

Now, ever since Daenys gave birth to the Twins, her partners- especially Daemon was practically ravenous for her. The slight chubbiness on her stomach, the softness of her thighs, and her round hips... the swollen breast, oozing with milk.

Daenys sighed angrily as milk leaked through her dress.

"What is it, love?" Daemon asked, already knowing the problem.

"Your children seem to be on a hunger strike," Daenys complained, "My dress is ruined," she pouts, stripping her dress off.

"Fuck," Daemon mumbled, seeing her naked form. The two times larger swollen, leaking breasts making him hard, "Let me see it, love" he said.

"See what, Daemon? " Daenys cocked her head at him while he bit his lip, his eyes trained on her perfectly swollen breast.

Daenys already knew what he was thinking.

"Just let me..." He lifted her in his arms. Daenys wrapped her legs around his waist. He carried he over to the bed where he sat up, while she straddled on him, his hands over her tender breasts. "Does it hurt?"

Daenys nodded in response.

"Let me take care of you, then," Daemon whispered, as he pulled her body closer, his head dipping down to take her pink nipple in his mouth.

He held her close to him, suckling and moaning at the gentle stream of milk that filled his mouth, nothing in the world was sweeter than this.

Daenys carded her fingers through his hair while he nursed from her, his cock growing harder beneath his clothes.

Daenys moaned as her naked buttom grinds his clothed boner, her clit soaking wet.

"Keep my cock warm, will you?" Daemon groaned. Wasting no time he pulled his pants down just enough to free his cock.

"Keeping you warm is how I knocked up pregnant, Daemon" Daenys playfully rolled her eyes. She gasped when he lined up with her entrance. He rubbed the tip of his cock through her folds, before pushing in and holding her in place, as he gave her other nipple attention.

Daemon could feel his cock throb, wrapped around his wife's warmth, nursing from his babysister, he was sure he'd be able to cum without even moving.

Daemon couldn't stop suckling from her breast.

"Daemon.." she moaned. Her breast were too tender and sensitive now.

"Just a litle more?" He peeked up at her, almost whining when she clenched around him, nodding.

"Just a little more, only for you, my love," Daenys said, as she nursed his desires.

🥀

Five years have passed since Rhaenyra, Daemon, and Daenys married in the ways of Old Valyria. And during the times spent on Dragonstone, their family continued to grow- Aegon l and Viserys ll (Daemon and Rhaenyra's sons) and Aegor and Viseria (Daemon and Daenys's son and daughter). Rhaenyra was expecting another child. This time she hoped for a daughter.

"How is our little Visenya?" Daenys inquired, affectionately placing her hand on Rhaenyra's growing stomach.

"Restless," Rhaenyra smiled.

"Just like her mother, I see," Daenys teased her, then pulled her into a passionate kiss.

Jacaerys, Lucerys and Joffrey has already accepted the dynamic well. They consider Daenys as their second mother and her children has their own siblings. In return, Rhaenyra also looked after Daenys children like her own.

Baela and Rhaena, tho remained with their grandparents, exchange letters often with Daenys. The girls were delighted upon hearing the news of the birth of another Targaryen girl. They couldn't wait to meet the Prince and the Princess.

"Where are going all dressed up?" Rhaenyra asked, eyeing her training gears.

"The courtyard, come join me," she smiled.

Rhaenyra watched Lucerys and Jacaerys train in the courtyard, while Daenys held her own sword out training with one of the guards on Dragonstone.

The boys watched their god mother give a powerful kick to her opponent sending him flying backwards and onto the ground.

Another tried to approach and strike - only for Daenys to dodge and the two exchanged blows with swords.

Eventually, it wasn't until the man let out a cry when her sword jabbed his shoulder which had been too late to block the attack, and fell to his knees.

The boys watched with open mouths of disbelief.

Rhaenyra huffed but smirked in pride, "Show off," she muttered.

"Well, she have learned from the best." Daemon who had been watching for a while smiled proudly at his wife.

Daenys smirked, handing the sword off to the nearest person, "I was just warming up." She grabbed Lucaerys and ruffled his hair playfully earning a cry from the boy.

Jacaerys laughed, before getting the same treatment from his mother, "Mother! Not my hair," he complained.

Rhaenyra proudly smiled at her son, she was utterly in love with all of her children, "Come on, let Daenys and Daemon continued their practice," she told the boys, "It's time for your High Valyrian lessons,"

🥀

A scroll was sent in the name of Rhaenyra.

Daenys and Daemon walked inside the hall, all cleaned up and fresh.

"Leave us," Rhaenyra tells her children.

"Joffrey, come." Jacaerys ushered Joffrey to follow. The maid got up as well and assisted Joffrey by picking up his book. Lucaerys also had picked up his books and scrolls.

The Maester followed and soon the doors closed, leaving the three together.

Rhaenyra took the small scroll from Daemon's hand and read it to herself. Daenys already knew what was inside the scroll, "What is it?"

"He means to call into question Luke's legitimacy. And by extension Jace, and by extension my claim to the throne." Rhaenyra uttered in distress.

"Vaemond cares only about Driftmark,' Daenys said with frustration, her striking purple eyes looking up at her love, "Can't believe Viserys thought of marrying me off to him,"

"He only cares about Velaryon line,"' Daemon said.

"Hm, this is what I fear. Rhaenys has flown to court. Surely, she cannot be planning to back him." Rhaenyra stated.

"We may share disagreements but Rhaenys isn't cruel," Daenys said, thinking about her cousin.

"Disagreements? She believes we had her son killed so we might marry." Rhaenyra retorted earning a look from Daenys.

This wasn't the first time Daenys heard this rumor and she even asked Rhaenyra and Daemon to come clean. But they swore that they had nothing to do with it.

'Yes ...and yet, she's taken the girls to the ward," Daenys said.

"In honor of Laena's memory. She has no love for either of us." Rhaenyra said.

Daemon gave Rhaenyra a look while glancing at Daenys," She still holds love for our precious Daenys," he cups her face and lets out a slight chuckle.

Daenys knew that he wasn't happy at all. Their brother has been surrounded by Hightower in the past five years.

"Has the vipers' venom spread so far?" Daemon said.

"Those vipers rule in my father's name. And my father..." Rhaenyra's voice held some edge in it. "What choice do we have?"

Daemon peered down at her belly and placed a gentle hand.He looked up at his wives, "To Kings Landing then,"

"A family reunion, just what we needed," Daenys said sarcastically.

A/N:

Well we all know Daemon's got Mommy issues!

Thank you for supporting my work sm😭 Never thought I'd make it past 50 likes.

[eyesore-boi]

You say too late to start,

Got your heart in a headlock.

You know you're better than this.

Sorry but did someone say ISWM × Mouthwashing crossover? >:]

Mouthwashing got me in a bit of a chokehold rn, ans what do i do when i'm in new fandom chokeholds? Think of how it overalaps with my other fandoms yeah that's normal :]

But for real i cannot be the only one seeing the parallels bettween ISWM and Mouthwashing: Both take place in space, deal with the themes of isolation/insanity, making the wrong choices when you think it's right, having a hero/villain complex, just to name a few. So figured i'd illustrate that here with redrawing one of the Mouthwashing scenes with Engineer!Mark and The Captain instead, replacing Jimmy and Curly! :D

BY THE WAY- I am NOT saying that Mark is as bad as Jimmy is, even if i do see some overlap in their characters, mainly wanting to remain the noble hero in it all, and making terrible choices but believing it to be right. The difference between them though is that Mark genuinly thought he was doing the right thing, but just didn't have enough true knowledge of the situation to realize he was wrong, and when he does, he is genuinely crushed and feels regret and guilt for what he did, wanting to truly right the wrong, wanting to take responsibility, by following someone else who knows better (The Captain) even if his trust in them was shaken. Jimmy is...not. He knows the bigger picture, but still makes choices just for his own benefit, constantly hides behind the hero persona even when it's clear he's not, "knocks down" people he believes are/were higher then him rather than following along, never truly takes responsibility and....let's face it done worse crimes then Mark will ever do- Just wanted to clear that up :]

Also can you tell i've been thinking bout Mouthwashing a lot with that little character analysis i am very normal :]

But uh one more thing is that i am really damn proud of this piece?? Like- The posing took me minute but think i got it across well, was fun drawing my Canon Captain design again since it's been a while, and hOLY SHIT I DUNNO HOW BUT I LOCKED THE FUCK IN FOR THOSE FLAME EFFECTS H O W -

But yeah uh anywahs that's all, may do some further pieces in the future, mayhaps with the Invincible II Crew interacting with the Tulpar Crew...maybe....but till then if you excuse me *chugs some mouthwash*

Also have some alt. versions with no text and the original sketch cause why not-

[mondstalgia]

A few people asked for my paragraph rant about Louis acting in the bed scene and well 👉👈 I'm not sure how many people watch the behind the scenes of their first bed scene but it really underlines, or rather, adds how brilliantly it was done but also took a lot out of Louis as an actor. He was still very quiet if not reserved while talking about the scene, leaving most of the talking to Nat while he is still catching himself from the emotions he conjured up.

gif credit to @laurenkmyers

This scene is by far my favorite intimate scene I have ever seen. Dian perfectly brings together the desperation and need when Aidi first kisses ChenYi, but what we can also see is a bit of anger with frowned brows and hard kissing. That now that he's drunk not knowing who is his with (for that moment) he allows affection like this, even pressing for it so there is definitely pain, anger and need coming together. Jiang Dian makes the audience feel that, he really pulls us into the scene with him. And then you see those emotions be washed away in a second of contemplation, replaced for pure pain the moment they are shirtless and Aidi grasps desperately to be close to Chenyi like his life depends on it. What's left is love and pain and regret.

gif credit to @laurenkmyers

Also the tear. That goddamn perfect tear that hits Chenyi' s face, pulls him out of his drunken stupor and makes him realize it's Aidi. Brilliant acting from both. There was definitely a lot of pressure on Dian Dian to get it perfect and he absolutely did, everything about it, the soft but rushed kisses, the light trembling...its devastating perfection. When they say acting is art, this is what they mean. Definitely also kudos to Nat of course but I want to give it to Louis mostly for taking such a difficult part on, shouldering the weight of the whole scene which made Aidi's decision that followed even heavier.

gif credit to @khaotungsfirst

Going from all those complicated emotions beforehand though, the moment ChenYi kisses Aidi back, you can not only see it in the expression but also his body language where Aidi completely lets it all go (he literally sinks onto Chenyi). I think it as beautiful detail from Louis and of course the directors. How he let's go of his this burden he carries at last and completely gives into everything he has ever wanted. Followed with the way ChenYi switches their positions, it's a perfect way of showing that nothing but this moment matters anymore and that he literally puts himself into Chen Yi's care. Just a really neat little thing tbh. In Chen Bo Wen's words: "From the very first tear, I knew he could do it." So proud of DianDian and the whole crew for giving us such a perfect, complicated moment.

gif credit to @khaotungsfirst

[foundheavenly]

Streamer!Gojo x M!reader where Satoru he's a famous streamer and you're his secret bf, he shows you on screen for the first time because his followers don't believe you're real <3

Thank you !

Disclaimer: English is not my mother tongue so please be nice.

Words: 800

Pairing: gojo x reader

Theme: fluff, comfort, secret partner, streamer

The camera's red light blinked on, and Satoru’s confident grin filled the screen. The chat window beside him exploded with messages as thousands of fans eagerly awaited his next move.

“Hey, guys! How’s it going?” Satoru greeted, his voice smooth and charismatic. The chat responded with an avalanche of excitement, emojis and questions. Today’s stream had a special energy, a buzz of anticipation that was more intense than usual.

“Satoru, is your secret boyfriend real?” one message stood out among the rest, echoed by dozens of others. It was the question that had been plaguing his fanbase for weeks.

Satoru chuckled warmly, leaning closer to the camera. “Alright, alright, I see you guys are still curious as ever. You really don’t believe I could pull someone, huh?” He glanced off-screen, his eyes meeting yours for a brief second, and your heart raced. You were laying on his bed and waited nervously for the big moment.

yourfavoritedilf: i bet you paid him it ain't real

Satoru frowned and recognized the username. "Shut up, Zen'in."

ihatemylifebro: he ditched his own best friend for another man.

Satoru gasped as he saw a message from Suguru. "Hey back me up on this dude!" He shook his head and grinned. “Okay, buckle up, because I have a surprise for you all.” Hesaid, his voice a mix of excitement and nervousness. “Babe, come here.”

You stepped into the frame, and the chat went wild. Hearts, shocked emojis, and disbelieving comments flooded in. Satoru slipped an arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him.

“Everyone, this is Y/N” he announced, looking at you with a proud smile. “My amazing boyfriend.”

yourfavoritedilf: ain't no fucking way this dumbass pulled a guy

“Hi, guys” You managed, waving at the camera. You could feel your face heating up, a blush creeping in as you read the whirlwind of reactions on the screen.

“No way!”

“He’s real!”

“They’re so cute together!”

“Prove it’s not a prank!”

Satoru laughed, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “You guys are hilarious. This is not a prank. Y/N has been my rock for a long time now, and I wanted to share a bit of our life with you all.”

He squeezed your hand under the table, a gesture of reassurance. You took a deep breath and smiled. “It’s true. I’ve been supporting Satoru behind the scenes, but now I guess you get to see me too.”

Questions began pouring in, and Satoru picked a few to answer. “How did you two meet?” one fan asked.

Satoru grinned at you, letting you take the lead. It was a pretty fun story. “We met at a gaming convention. I was cosplaying as one of my favorite characters, and Satoru happened to be there doing a meet-and-greet. I had no idea who he was at first. We just clicked, exchanged gamer tags, and the rest is history."

Satoru laughed warmly and kept his blue gaze on you. "Yeah, he totally played it cool. Didn’t even realize I was a streamer until later."

Chat: That’s such a cute story! Cosplay goals! What character were you cosplaying, Y/N?

You blushed and cleared your throat. "Oh, I was dressed as Tracer from 'Overwatch'. Satoru thought it was impressive because I made most of the costume myself."

Satoru leaned in and kissed your jaw. "And it was impressive. He looked amazing." He smiled and added, "he was also the one who beat me at my favorite game. That’s how he caught my attention, beside of being handsome.” He winked, making the chat explode with laughter and “aww”s.

As the stream continued, you both shared more about your relationship, from your favorite games to your inside jokes. The initial shock of your appearance started to fade, replaced by a warm acceptance from Satoru’s followers.

By the end of the stream, it felt like a weight had been lifted off your shoulders. Satoru turned to you as you both signed off, his eyes filled with gratitude and love. “Thanks for doing this, babe” he whispered.

“Of course” You replied, squeezing his hand. “I’m glad we can finally share this part of our lives with everyone.”

The screen faded to black and the chat slowly quieted down. Satoru leaned back in his chair, pulling you into a tight hug. “That went better than I expected.”

You smiled, resting your head on his shoulder. “Yeah, it did. They really love you. And us.”

Satoru kissed your cheek, a content sigh escaping his lips. “And I love you. Thanks for being real with me.”

You looked up at him, your faces inches apart. “Always, Satoru. Always.”

[not-wholly-unheroic]

A Comparative Analysis of Hook’s Ship and Cabin in Popular Media Portrayals

Part 5: Peter Pan & Wendy (2023)

For the final part in this series, I want to take a look at Disney’s most recent live-action retelling of Peter Pan. While the film itself isn’t perfect, I will say that at least in terms of its external appearance, this is one of my favorite representations of the Jolly Roger because of the intricate details included. They’re subtle—blink and you’ll miss them entirely—but they tell an interesting story.

First, let’s take a look at that figurehead, shall we? Unlike so many other versions of Hook’s ship, this time, it isn’t a menacing skull or claw but a lady. While this wouldn’t be an uncommon sight on a ship, this particular lady is not a saucy mermaid or proud goddess… Instead, she appears to be in mourning, her left arm raised to cover her eyes while her right is extended longingly toward the side of the ship. Zoom in and you’ll see why. Carved into the wood is a row of children. We can see the wooden children again in a brief close-up near the end when the ship is flying and nearly runs into the cliffs. This figurehead is a mother weeping for her lost little ones. And if that doesn’t break your heart and make you seriously think on what this version of Hook’s mindset must be like, I don’t know what will.

There are even children’s faces—or rather, a specific child’s face—carved into the railings on the ship. We can see it in a few scenes but this is one of the clearer images I could find. Does this look eerily like Molony’s Peter to you? Because I think it does. But maybe that’s just me.

Then we get to the outside of Hook’s cabin—which unfortunately is never really clearly shown in the film. However, we DO have some behind-the-scenes images of it and OH MAN…. This part of the ship very clearly depicts Peter chained to a tree while four mermaids reach out to him, attempting to offer comfort and aid.

If you’ve ever seen the original cover art for the novel, this seems to be a nod to it. On it, Peter sits on a rock playing his pipes while a mermaid approaches on either side and the crocodile lays curled up beneath, Hook’s claw poking out of its mouth.

That Hook would have such artwork blatantly referencing his time on the island as a part of his ship tells us a great deal about how effected he was by his time there. This ship seems to be one that Law’s Hook himself designed very intentionally. Despite all his hatred for Pan, he keeps his long-lost friend close at all times and openly bears his grief over the loss of his mother and Peter through the artwork that surrounds him.

In contrast to the ornate decorations on the outside of the ship, the inside of this Hook’s cabin is surprisingly sparse and practical. It is probably more realistic than any other version we have seen thus far, but it feels strangely empty and dark for a Hook’s residence. The bed is—much like in Disney’s animated film—a simple cubby built into the wall with only a thin curtain to separate it off from the rest of the room. There are a few books on the shelves to the right of the bed and some bags of what I assume may be rations stacked to the left.

What’s really interesting, though, is what we see in the brief close-up shots we get of the shelves near the doorway. There are all kinds of things in jars, preserved presumably in alcohol. One jar noticeably contains what looks like an octopus (or part of one)…possibly in passing reference to Hook’s animal antagonist in Disney animated sequel…while at least two others contain human hands. Right hands, to be specific. One of the hands is actually even labeled with a name—Stubby Bartholomew (?). According to an interview, Law seemed to indicate that his Hook was looking to see if he might somehow replace his own missing hand. Regardless, though, I want to know the stories behind these hands. Who were the men they were attached to? Why was Law’s Hook fighting them? Did they know he was going to save their hands, once severed? Did he just take the hand of the person or did he kill them and remove the hand after death as a kind of sick trophy? This is definitely one of the creepier things that we have seen with any Hook.

Speaking of creepy…on another wall, we see a dried fairy corpse pinned up like a butterfly. We don’t often see Hooks being completely ruthless on-screen, but this one definitely gives off a threatening vibe from all the dead things he has collected within his cabin walls.

There’s even a dead crocodile… Not THE crocodile, of course, but there IS a large skull which we can see he keeps underneath his desk. It shows up again later more noticeably and in a comic fashion in the finale when the ship is being turned upside down and the skull becomes stuck on his head…but it’s there even in the first shot we see of his desk. There’s also an hour-glass… Not a clock, of course, but the time theme is still present.

And then there is the gramophone, which once again, clashes with everything else about this Hook (clothing, a more classic wooden ship, etc.), which otherwise suggests someone from the earlier part of the Age of Sail. Unlike the ones in Hoffman Hook’s cabin, though, this gramophone is pretty obvious because Law’s Hook is actively listening to something on it when the kids first enter his cabin. A friend did a great write-up on the significance of exactly what he is listening to that you can read about here. Suffice to say for our purposes here, though, that the opera he is listening to wasn’t written until 1853, and gramophones themselves were not around until even later in the 1800s. Law’s Hook does mention that his mother is long gone by the time he leaves Neverland and goes looking for her, though, so perhaps his ship and belongings are reflective both of the time period of his youth and a later time period when he returned to the “real world.”

Then again, Smee is said to have pulled Hook out of the water as a child, and Smee seems intimately familiar with the older wooden style ship as opposed to steam ships, which would have been becoming pretty common by the mid to late 1800s, so it’s hard to say for sure. (Bonus content not entirely related but just because it’s cool… In a few shots of Mr. Smee, we can see there is a very small tattoo on his right hand. It’s a teapot. Which is just…such a perfectly Mr. Smee thing to have a tattoo of, and I love it.)

While Law’s Hook was disappointing for some fans of the more classic elegant, over-the-top versions of the character, he’s undoubtedly intriguing, particularly when we examine his Roger. This Hook is unlike any other. He wears his heart on his sleeve—or rather, his ship—and surrounds himself with reminders of Death and Time, as if he knows his own symbolic significance as a manifestation of the doomed Old Man going up against Youth. And yet…in this version, he is not quite so doomed, returning in the end, to make peace with Peter and accepting that one can be “old” while maintaining a spirit of youth.

[bloodplague]

Hi! I’m new to your blog and I was looking through your posts and everything. I love your head canons for the creepypasta! And you are a very good artist too. I just wanted to ask if you could do a HC about Laughing Jack or Jason the Toymaker. (Like I said I love your artwork! keep up the good work!)

Jason the Toymaker & Laughing Jack Headcanons

Suree!! I'm not a big Jason fan so I might not have many, but I'll try!! Also thank you so much!! <3

Jason the Toymaker:

He has the antisocial personality disorder, narcissistic personality disorder, PTSD and is super possessive.

His friends are Laughing Jack, Jeff the Killer, Bloody Painter and KageKao, mainly.

He's a skilled writer, able to write beautiful texts with little effort.

Jason loves the scent after blowing out candles.

One of his hobbies is fixing broken weapons, always proud of himself once he finished.

Once someone becomes a fond one, they won't ever escape him. He's extremely clingy, possessive and will threaten them if they try to leave.

He doesn't know when he's doing something wrong. Example: After threatening someone he likes because of reasons, and they lash out at him, he'll be super confused, not knowing what he did wrong.

No matter what he does, he will ALWAYS defend his actions.

Doesn't usually torture a lot when killing but still tends to be sadistic.

LOVES listening to someone playing piano while he's working on something, it helps him to not get distracted.

When he's mad, he will punch walls aggressively and rip out his hair, blaming anyone but not himself for whatever made him this mad.

A walking redflag, basically...

Sometimes, Jason and Helen hang out, just talking while Helen draws and Jason works on his little toys.

When Jason gets really mad, he'll start stuttering, not able to handle the rage that keeps building up inside him, so he destroys things around him to show how angry he is.

Laughing Jack:

He laughs like Peter Griffin.

His comfort is gore, basically. When killing, he tries to make it as gory/bloody as possible.

His best friends are Nina, Clockwork, Jill and Pinkamena.

Jack has PTSD and psychosis.

This guy has claustrophobia, to be honest.

His tongue is really long, just like his arms.

When he's mad, he'll be extremely loud mouthed, more than he already is anyway.

Speaking off, he'd do ANYTHING to make his friends laugh, hurting anyone's feelings just to make fond ones smile and giggle, even if the one he's making fun of is having a rage burst or mental break down.

He's overly clingy and can be very sassy.

Biggest ENFP

He loves taking care of Sally and Lazari since they replace what he needed back then: A friend.

Even if he always dresses black and white, he has a small little bow somewhere on his body, usually because of Nina.

Constantly craves candy, chips and chocolate milkshake, giggling while devouring that shit.

Hates Rouge for some unknown reasons, just like Wilson.

Can come off as overly playful and childish, even though he's highly manipulative, easily leading his victims into some trap just to violently torture the living shit out of them.

When anyone tries to hurt his fond ones, he will be extremely aggressive and violent, ready to do whatever it takes to protect the ones close to him. Loosing another person would destroy him.

When he's REALLY close to someone, he'll be really touchy and sometimes even mushy, just trying to get their attention by acting all "adorable", like some starving puppy.

LOVES Scene's and emo's so much, he always points at them with his finger when he sees one like the silly person he is.

He has a really sharp chin.

His whole face turns red when he laughs or gets embarrassed.

[highfantasy-soul]

NATLA Episode 8 - Legends (1/4)

[Masterlist of my NATLA thoughts]

Of course, full spoilers ahead.

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Opening this final episode with the Gaang all working together to take out the fire nation ship felt so natural, I completely forgot that's not what happened in the animated version! In the animated show, it's just Aang who takes out the whole ship with Katara and Sokka hanging back behind the walls. (Which is odd because of all the ppl screaming that animated Aang would NEVER have Katara sit out on a fight when…that's exactly what he did. Katara and Sokka weren't doing their own thing while Aang was attacking the ship, they were literally just standing on the wall with Pakku and Chief Arnook - so….yeah, about all that live-action Aang hate for not wanting to lose Katara in the battle…..hmmm maybe…uh…watch the OG show with your brain turned on….)

Why was there no outcry about Aang 'not letting his friends fight' in the animated version when that's exactly what he did when he went out alone on Appa and Katara and Sokka did nothing? Almost like there's a massive double standard here.

Aang takes point in the battle, wooshing soldiers overboard and doing some nice AOE damage then Katara comes in with the pointed attacks to take out individual enemies. Aang and Katara working in tandem, their move sets complementing each other, was really beautiful. Then Sokka coming in with the 'Appa-eyed' view of the situation and calling out battle plans and heading to the command center to take out the leadership (of the ship) really showed how each person had their own strengths and balanced each other out. I think it was a really cool choice to not have Sokka fighting the actual soldiers, but rather taking out the mechanics of the ship: person on person combat isn't the only way to win a battle - making the smart move and taking out resources IS!

Zuko's tenacity and flat refusal to stop trying is on full display here - I love the desperation and Iroh not wanting him to go, but supporting him anyways. Iroh giving the advice about the fissures is so sweet and I really like the change to it being Zuko who mentions the father-son dynamic between them. Not directly, of course, but by telling Iroh Lu Ten would have been proud to have him as a father, to me, makes the bond clearer and stronger than Iroh telling Zuko he views him like a son.

While I'm not sure it was the animated show's intention, not showing how Zuko has helped Iroh, too, did make his declaration that 'Ever since I lost my son, I've come to think of you as my own' feel a little like he just attached himself to Zuko because he was a young boy who he could replace his son with and shape the way he thinks he should be - I know that's a pretty uncharitable interpretation of that scene in the OG, but because it's not very well fleshed out what their relationship was like before Zuko's banishment, it could easily come off that way. I think the way the live-action really delved into specifically the funeral scene showed how it was a two-way relationship from the start.

I've seen the argument that the live-action was actually enforcing sexism by having Katara and the women of the tribe push Pakku to change his mind about allowing women in combat, claiming that it was the '2000s feminism movement' of the women still 'asking' the man for permission to fight. To me, this isn't a legit criticism of the scene. Barring the fact that in the OG, Pakku still gave Katara permission to fight before the battle started (and in the live-action she went out on Appa to attack the ships without his permission anyways), they're at war. This isn't a 'I'm taking charge of my own destiny alone' thing - if they want to be effective, they need to all be a united front, not split between men and women. In this instance, they NEED to be working in tandem with the male warriors or else they'll fail - you know, the whole house divided will fall thing. So no, it's not 'women still not getting power until the man approves' like some say, it's logistical military strategy to make sure all leadership and combatants are on the same page.

I see this scene, Katara getting all the women to come out and demand to be a part of the battle too, as a precursor for her arc in the Imprisoned storyline (which I'll go into why I think that will be a character moment Katara will get in season 2 in my 'cut storylines post'). Katara doesn't just stand up for herself and takes the role of combatant alone, she inspires others to stand up, too.

It's also another example of the idea that so many people are desperate for a change in the way things are going, but they need a catalyst to give their movement momentum. Team Avatar is that catalyst and we saw it with the Fire Nation rebellion group, Tayo getting his father to start fighting back, and now the women of the Northern Water Tribe. Katara (and the Gaang at large) aren't coming into a culture and demanding they change their backward ways and the natives are all hearing and thinking about this 'gender equality' for the first time ever. It's clear the women standing up to Pakku have been talking about this for awhile (not to mention Yagoda's talk with Katara last episode where she doesn’t seem fully on board with the gender divide either, but she doesn’t see the opportunity to change the system quite yet) and big catalysts have a way of springing social change forward dramatically. Katara was the just first crack in the dam and Yagoda steps forward to back her.

I have a whole-ass thing about how narratives that try to talk about the white savior trope being bad usually end up in the same racist camp as the ones trying to make the white savior trope good and it comes down to the depiction of the indigenous population. In most, even if they're saying white savior bad, they give the indigenous population no agency - they just roll over to whatever the outsider is coming in to change about them or lead them toward. If the culture has a practice we would consider bad (like sexism), the outsider (animated Katara) is the only one standing up against it and no one else in the culture backs their bid for change, they just sit silently, let the outsider fight their battle for them, then 'reap the rewards' of (or 'blindly follow to their doom' in anti-white savior stories) the new societal change that they took no part in.

In the live action, they show that it's not JUST Katara wanting this change - the women of the tribe want it too and will stand up with and for Katara as they join forces to make societal change. They are ALL claiming their agency rather that letting Katara do all the work.

I know some people think it's 'virtue signaling' or whatever and complain about the shot of all the women heroes in Endgame or Captain Marvel's 'standing up after being knocked down' montage, but call me a stupid woman, those scenes actually mean a lot to me. Why is animated Katara railing against Sokka because she has to do the laundry seen as the height of feminism and yet a group of indigenous women standing up and backing one of their sisters in her bid to make systemic change actually the opposite of feminism? It makes no sense to me.

I like that the live-action shows the women and learners joining the battle too, but recognizing their lack of experience in battle. It's a realistic take on letting those with no combat experience join up. They aren't taking point in battle, they're going to certain parts of the field and doing what they can - shoring up the walls and aiding the fighters. That 'aid' is broad and quickly turns into intercepting fireballs and creating ice barriers to stop the soldiers from advancing. Like with Sokka's story: you don’t need to be a master at combat in order to help in a battle - you just need the chance to join others defending your home using every skill you have.

The whole 'Katara can't be a master! It's bad fem power rep to have her become a master all on her own without a teacher!' outcries are really feeling like a repeat of people pissed that at the end of Daredevil s3 they added Karen to the business sign 'Nelson, Murdock, & Page' crying "But she's not a lawyer!! You can't do that!!!! That's so stupid!!! She doesn't deserve it!!!" Shut up. Seriously, shut the fuck up. This obsession with 'traditional' schooling being the only legitimate way to learn and if you haven't had a learning process that's highly prejudiced/not available to everyone, then you're actually shit and none of your accomplishments are 'real' is just straight poison. When they add Karen's name to the sign in DD, they aren't saying 'you're a practicing lawyer now', they're saying 'your contributions are why we're here, why we succeed in so many ways - we want to honor that even if you don't have BAR certification'. Same with Katara being called 'master'. It's not saying that she's reached Pakku's level (after all, he's THE BEST, not every master is going to be at his level) but they are acknowledging that she has skills and experience none of them have - she's been in the world, she's learned on her own, and she's held her own and has things she can teach to others.

There's actually a whole thing about how the term 'master bender' is thrown around willy nilly in the animated series - like, every character is considered a master (including the earth bending teacher in season 2 that's super annoying and is beaten easily every time he's in a fight) and there's not any actual explanation as to what that means. So people coming in now pretending that they actually know the threshold one must meet to become a waterbending master is really just them wanting to complain that a female character advanced her skills without traditional training. (She DID have a scroll, remember? She DID observe other benders and try to incorporate that into her moves, remember?). Airbenders are the ONLY group that have a clear definition for what makes a 'master' and Aang got it at 12, Jinora got it at 11. The term 'master' seems to be used more for ceremony/respect or a quality that they have something they can teach others rather than an actual course and test one must go through to attain the title. If we're going by that standard, then Katara is definitely a master all on her own.

It's not a 'girl boss getting a title you didn't earn just because you’re a girl and writers think that makes you cooler', it's a 'Katara has worked her ass off all season to teach herself, come up with clever ways of finding instruction, and even when denied formal training, took it upon herself to keep going  and inspire others'. When she tells Jet "this wasn't you, it was me" and to Zuko, "Yeah, I found a master - me", it IS empowering and EARNED. It isn't cheesy 'I don’t need anyone's help' pop feminism, it's honest and a declaration that even if you are barred from traditional methods of learning, when you seek to educate yourself, it's still worth something. Just because you don't have a diploma, doesn't mean what you know isn't 'real'.

[polyhexian]

Eventually! Darius so shaken by the beach incident that he goes to Hunter’s room to give him the scroll and an apology (like, he wasn’t actually going to him. Saying that he was just going to scare him just a bit before doing a fakeout sounds so much worse out loud than it did in his head in the moment. But since he didn’t get to enact said fakeout he wants to make it very, very clear to Hunter that he was in no way actually going to hit him. Also, would you like sewing lessons??) and he hasn’t healed the broken nose, like, at all. Maybe just enough to straighten it back and maybe clean up the blood that had flooded down his face. But broken noses always look so much worse once the swelling and bruises have time to kick in. He can drink a potion or see a healer later, he wanted to talk to Hunter sooner rather than later.

But from Hunter’s prospective the Coven Head he was trying to impress (which failed spectacularly as far as he knows) turns up at his at his door with his face still fucked up from a fight with someone who’s supposed to be your mortal enemy? Kid probably thinks he’s there to finish what he started at the beach somewhere there’s no one to stop him.

Eventually Darius gets across everything to Hunter that he would have in canon beach scene. Scroll, sewing lessons, that he was actually proud of his actions, that he was actually taking his friends back to Hexside, that he’ll keep the secret about Flapjack, and that he wasn’t going to actually hit him, please.

That last part is significantly more difficult than he could imagine since it keeping going in a circle of Hunter being like, “No, it’s okay! I understand! I deliberately disobeyed your orders so of course there would be punishment. You don’t have to say otherwise just because of what happened.”

And Darius, continually falling deeper and deeper into despair, “Okay. You do Not. Understand. I was never, at any point, going to hit you. I’ve come to realize in a very short amount of retrospection that I have done some unforgivable things but I Need you to understand that hitting you. Let Alone With A Scythe. Is not something I would ever follow through with. Ever.”

“I mean, it was within your right to do so I don’t understand why you wouldn’t??”

Darius getting fast tracked on the whole kid he ignored for his whole life has so many more problems than he realized.

The night conversation ends with Hunter confused but feeling pretty good and Darius wanting to take a long walk off a short pier into the boiling sea but he can’t because he has a sewing lesson to teach soon.

Jduwufjf oh my gooood

Yeah yeah yeah fucking. "hunter. I wasn't going to hit you. I would never hit you. You know I wouldn't hit you right???" And then realizing 1. He does not know that 2. He expects to be struck by authority figures 3. He accepts that it is okay to be struck by authority figures 4. Holy shit an authority figure has been striking this kid 5. There is only one authority figure that could really be 6. Holy shit. Belos hits his kid.

And like. What a revelation to have in that moment. That you've been bullying this spoiled nepotism brat his entire life- and he's not. He's not a spoiled nepotism brat. It wouldn't be right if it was but this is like. "Holy shit. Child soldier." Realization moment. Darius is righteously and willfully ignorant but this is a moment of horror where it all hits him at once. Sixteen years ago jasper walked away and he should have followed him. Sixteen years ago the next golden guard was born and he has resented him ever since for replacing jasper. He's bullied this abused disabled orphan his entire life. He's jaspers kid and he's a disabled abused orphan and he is part of what made this kids life so miserable. You did this. You did this. You did this. Jasper is still trying to save his kid sixteen years later and YOU are part of what he's saving him from. You did this!!!

And all that comes out as "can I buy you. Iced cream"

[thelanor-s-astame]

EPISODE 2

This one is probably the episode I’m gonna have the least amount to say about. I still hadn't really solidified anything yet. It was still super off the cuff, and still uber amateur hour. But I think it’s a little bit better than the first one. I sorta lock down the flow a lot better in this one. The first bit in particular is really good. And it was a thing that I came up with in, like, the 11th hour that improved the whole thing. I remember needing to pad this bit out a little, I didn’t want to start with him meeting with Cornifer. I wanted him to establish himself a little first. And also it’s kinda funny when quite a bit of the video is me talking to two characters who I also play. Saine locked down the Cornifer voice in this episode. I think this is the first one I directed him in. He gives a real great performance here! Still real proud of the “Yeah money can’t buy happiness, but it can bribe off unhappiness so, yeah it’d help.” line. The dynamic zooms I did here are a little to tiny. This is something I still screw up from time to time. Gotta zoom in quite a bit if there’s only gonna be two cuts! But I always underestimate how much of something I need. Do that shit when I cook too. Just don’t add enough spices sometimes. But I started putting still images over the characters when they’re not talking! Me from two years ago is making little steps forward to give the series a visual style that works!

That’s the thing about these youtube videos that are nice. I can kinda just be really amatureish, screw up a ton, and have people come for the stuff I already know how to do, and just, figure it out as I go along! One of the things I started out thinking was “Is it gonna be a pain in the ass to manually apply a sound filter to every track every time I take damage on screen?” And nowadays that’s the *least* pain in the ass, manual thing I have to do! I can do that shit in less than a minute!

Also all the audio channel stuff whenever hornet shows up before the confrontation, is just me playing around with the sound design of the scene. I will just take any opertunity to do that. I did a deadcells video where I replaced every single sound, with a SSBM sound effect manually, for a joke that lasted 12 seconds. It took like 3-4 hours I just love making the noises go! It makes my brain go brrrr!

Grub Father was the first voice role I ever gave to Flashgen. An absolute shame I haven’t given him more. The dude will come up to be like “So I was thinking about what voice to give the character and I was thinking something like this? Is this good?” And it’ll be the perfect voice and exactly what I’m looking for. Dude never disappoints.

So Zote is very much a “So here’s the obvious bit, how do I make it a little better” kinda character. The obvious bit for zote is the one he is! He’s an obnoxious jackass who’se actually a poor lil meow meow that’s incapable of walking three steps without getting shit on. But will bullshit about being the best and better than you.” What if, instead of bring an asshole, he was passively condescending. What if he *acted* like he was hot shit. And what if he gave convincing performance? That’d almost make him more insufferable. And what if *even still* everyone could see right through him.

So the hornet fight was the first one of these I did. And it’s where I figured a looot of the groundwork for these. Basically I had to be way more dynamic with the camera, hide cuts so I could go forward and back in time, I muted the music and fought her without that, muted the voice sounds (This was a helova first fight because hornet sure does announce her attacks) and I needed to only go in and mute when she said something so you could still hear the attack noises. Then I realized I’d need to manually put in some of those sounds myself because it’s super noticeable when she does an attack and the SFX isn’t there. Whoo boy did this one teach me how to do a looooot of that stuff. And ultimately I’m surprised it came out as good as it did. Especially ‘cus I was on a time crunch with this one. Some of the cuts are a little awkward but still. Like, so much of the fundamentals I do when editing a fight scene I brute forced learning here I’m surprised it has the same flow as the rest of the fight scenes in these videos. Shocking to come back to this one and see how much *did* work.

So, first bit of lore building here. Hornet was a character I already had plans for. She was gonna be the star of the Silksong series. So I already had her pretty characterized as essentially a dumb nerd who didn’t have any friends, spent most of her time alone, talking to herself, and was hyperfocused on combat and combat history. And, thing is, I don’t know all that much about combat history, but I do know about film history! So I just kinda simplified it, replace some names with bug names and was like “Yeah that’s good.” And so that began. I’ve got a very Yes And theory about writing. I’ve always been hugely influenced by The Venture Brothers. The way a lot of that show goes is “Hey we invented this character as a funny joke background character in season two, now it’s season five and their tragic backstory is integral to the plot.” Retcons are boring. Take the thing that was true and make it true in whatever situation. There’s Do not change a character to suit the tone, leave them as they are and have the struggle with the tone. And for gods sake don’t flanderize them. A character grows every second their on screen, and sometimes they outgrow their joke. But it’s okay if they outgrow their joke, the new joke that they’ve grown into is *much funnier because it required that growth*!

And the fighting history stuff I’ll talk more about on episode three because that was then I actually solidified what the story was gonna be.

Also I might get into the dreamers a little bit more there too. But their characters stuck out there. The joke I set up about The Pale King being garbage at sex but that Herrah loved to brag about getting him in the sack is one I planned out *from* this episode. Finally got to see it pay off! Also speaking of Herrah, that was the first time I got Ponk in here! Always does a great job! Unfortunately, she used her Discord Mic here. This one wasn’t a situation where she didn’t have a good mic. She just forgot to use the good one and I completely forgot she is also really into audio stuff too and would jump at the chance to use her fancy stuff. She has been since!

And that’s episode 2!

[self-loathing-angel-of-thursday2]

Beautiful Spouse’s Rewatch Thoughts SPN 11x18 Hell’s Angel

“Hello” “all that means is that he doesn’t become a demon though? Still dead” “is it going to be a pentagram of blood? Missed opportunity” “ooo that was bright” laughter

“On the hunt for some cunt” “some cheat death thing? That’s neat” “it sounded exactly like that” “there’s a lot of carefully crafted shadows in that scene” laughter

“Isn’t that what they want, too?” “pretty sassy bitch” “oh shit” “it wasn’t hell at all there, Dean” ==== we fell asleep during this episode so we had to backtrack to the beginning === 

“That’s the whole budget in one scene” “helluva a sunburn he’s got right there” “those were bolt action rifles, not automatics. I know there was more than one gun shooting at one time. In order to have the desired effect, they would have been shot all at the same time” “I mean, are they nearby St. Louis? It’s not like they can blink anywhere they want” “hell I’ll take one of those massages” “reverse crunch” “boobies” “Crowley looks very proud of himself.” “the fuck is that shit?” laughter

Laughter

“Good lighting” laughter “that’s fkn insane” “what are we doing with her now?” “Do we ever cover why she’s inside a bunker? I didn’t miss that?” “I think I understand - she’s channeling her energy to get to heaven?” “So if they ever run out of angels, can they take humans from their personal heavens and use those guys? If not, there’s a fanfic, I’m sure” “Why is Rowena slinking away?” “well…that’s one way to tell him” “Should we just replace Dean with reading whatever instead of ocean sounds at night? Just getting exorcised by a Winchester? Put you to sleep in a good way” “can’t Lucifer just walk right through it? I assume he can” “what the fuck is going on?” “oh hey bitch” “can’t they re-up the warding? I mean, it’s a gamble, because he might wake up but it might not happen” “How did Crowley make that happen?” “should have used your time more wisely” “very midwestern of him” “more blasting now. I don’t think it’s going to work though” “maybe more grunting is required” “well she fkn ran away with him. Kidnapped his ass” “steel? Like an iron cage, but it’s not salted though” “Is she trying to pull Lucifer apart?” “Sounds painful”

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I JUST FINISHED READING YOUR FIC (UN)FORGETTABLE AND I NEED TO JUST YELL ABOUT IT FOR A MINUTE BECAUSE IT WAS SO GOOD

I think it’s very funny that Gio turned out to be Gman, I did not suspect that at ALL it was such a jumpscare but like absolutely AMAZING

I loved the recreation of the scene where Benrey interrupts Gman while he’s talking to Gordon but with Gordon being the one to do the interrupting, oh my GOD I did not expect that to be recreated at ALL but it was SO GOOD

I found it very funny every time Benrey and Forzen interacted because if it had happened in the original stream it would have just been Scorpy talking to himself LMAO but you did a really good job distinguishing their characters despite there only being a couple minutes of Forzen content

Just all of the general nods and recreations of scenes in the original story were so good I stimmed SO HARD every time it happened oh my god!! Gordon teleporting behind the door into the test chamber and asking Benrey for ID. Benrey arguing with Gman over Chuck E Cheese being an entertainment center or restaurant. I cant think of anything else right now but oh my GOD it was so funny

I also like how in character they were even outside the context of previous RTVS bits, and it was still HILARIOUS. Benrey and Gordon fucking around with Gman in the tram scene absolutely FLOORED ME I was reading it at like 2 am when everyone else in my house was asleep and I was dying trying not to laugh and wake everyone up

Also I find it very funny that the video game was like “yeah Gordon so I’m gonna trap you here for 6 years and leave your entire family to wonder if you’re dead and slowly take all of your memories one by one until you forget even your sons name” but then it realizes he’s trans and is like “oh wait. I gotta hook him up with T tho.” LMAO

I also liked the genuine mystery of not knowing if that’s Benreys Gordon or not. Like, I had kinda a feeling but there were so many red herrings that it was genuinely a shock to find out that he had been finger spelling Joshua!! The twists!! The turns!! And it makes perfect sense that Benrey wouldn’t recognize Gordon after 6 years of being fucked up by a haunted video game, T, and depression!! My man’s tortured!! And the idea of the game slowly replacing Gordon’s memories with Gordon Freeman’s makes SO much sense oh my GOD

The fact that Gordon became physically less and less human over this time makes so much sense too. I mean bro has been exposed to so much Xen radiation and shit over the years it’s a miracle bro didn’t grow a third arm

Benreys struggle of trying to keep the fact that nothing is real from the ai was also so interesting?? Like everyone had such an interesting arc over the course of the story it was just so well written holy shit!!

POOR JOSHUA!! My little man got his bio dad taken away from him and now his other one- the chapters centered around him broke my fucking HEART. I wanna see him get reunited with them again so bad but I get not being able to finish the fic, life gets in the way you know and honestly it’s impressive you were able to write as much as you did!! You wrote a fucking novel-length fanfic with interesting plot, characters, and story completely for free??? Like what the hell?? You’re incredible and I hope ur proud of your work!!

Thank you so much for writing this incredible fic, I had such a fun week or so reading this before bed. I actually clicked on it by accident while looking for Ultrakill fanfics in someone’s bookmarks haha, but thank god I did!! I don’t think I’ve ever been this pulled in by a fic, and it was so satisfying to see it mostly finished!! Thank you so much for your work, I hope you have a wonderful day :]

Oh my god you’re gonna make me cry!! Thank you so much!!!! I’m gonna keep this screenshotted 5ever ok

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hmmm….2, 8, 15, 22, and 38 for the fanfic writer ask meme!

Ahhh thank you for asking, my lovely :)

I'll put this under a cut since especially 15 and 22 are gonna be long.

2. Is there a trope you’ve yet to try your hand at, but really want to?

Is body swap a trope? Then I think I'll go for body swap :)

8. Share a snippet from one of your favorite dialogue scenes you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

Ooooof! I'm gonna go with this argument between Ba Ye and Zhang Rishan from Like a lonely house:

“But nothing happened, did it? It’s already been two month! It was only the forest that was destroyed, and they only made it grow by imprisoning that god, so that’s fair. Nobody died, nothing else happened. And we don't even know for sure if this god meant to destroy the forest or if it was just an inevitable consequence of setting it free.” Ba Ye still sounds stern, but his voice has definitely grown softer and he is right, of course he is right.

Except that something did happen.

“It ripped you out of your time,” he says, looking up at Ba Ye.

He still doesn’t understand anything about that paradox and how it came to be, but the god did that because of him. He caused that.

“What if there is a way to undo that? What if I can find out how to return you?”

And somehow Ba Ye looks devastated at those words, like it’s not something he would ever want to happen. Like he doesn’t want to go home.

“Return me? Like some – some unwanted present?” Ba Ye hisses, taking a step back.

Zhang Rishan’s head still hurts and he doesn’t quite understand how Ba Ye can think of himself as an unwanted present. This is not about what he wants, it’s about what is right. It’s about the fact that Ba Ye has lost everyone and everything else by being here and now. That Zhang Rishan caused Fo Ye to lose someone he held so dear. And how can he be just okay with that if there might be a way to change it? To set things right? Of course he likes that Ba Ye is here, with him and he had thought that Ba Ye knew that. But the price seems just a bit too high.

“No. Return you to the past, to everyone and everything you lost because of me," he clarifies, shaking his head. “I just - you lost everything because of this. That’s not right, I can’t–”

But Ba Ye interrupts him, his voice sharp and stern again, “You’re still here."

Zhang Rishan closes his mouth, looking down at his lap. How is that in any way compensation for everything else that is no longer there? Even if Ba Ye had no wife or children or another kind of partner he knew of and wasn’t really close with his family, he lost his home, his friends and everyone he knew. One person couldn’t ever replace all of that.

And he would be in the past, too. The same Lieutenant Ba Ye remembers, it’s not like he would lose him.

“But I would be there in the past, too. It’s not like you would lose me, you would just get back everyone else,” he says.

Well, all the new friends Ba Ye has made until now would be lost to him, but he hasn’t known them as long as all his friends from the past. Wouldn’t that be a worthy trade?

“What if they were right and I was meant to die that day. Or the next day. What if it was meant to be like this? What if I told you I calculated my fate and it was just this? None of that matters. The past cannot be changed, no matter how much we want it to. And your past is that I vanished, that I was gone for 80 years, and you won’t change that, no matter how much you try. You know that, you know it makes sense that you cannot go back and change the past, because then you would have no reason to have gone back in the first place. And I’m not gonna watch you ruin yourself trying to do impossible things because of me.”

Adding this to the heap of worries Ba Ye already carried had not been his intention. He had truly forgotten the first time, but Ba Ye had reminded him enough times by now that he would take care of him on Fo Ye’s behalf.

But if he truly believes there is no way to change this fate, to change the past, he could do what he wanted with this new life of his.

There is no need to take care of Zhang Rishan, even the hallucinations are not that threatening, they are just an inconvenience. An unexplainable, annoying inconvenience, but nothing life-threatening. Nothing he could not learn to live with. Ba Ye only has this one mortal life, he should be able to do what he wants to do with it, not what he thinks other people want him to do.

“I’m sorry, I didn't mean to make you worry so much about me. And you are probably right, I can’t change the past, but I still need to know as much as possible about this god and the people who captured it. I freed it, it’s my responsibility. And I don’t know how these hallucinations are related to the whole thing. But I hope you know that you don’t have to stay and help with this. You can do whatever you want. You don’t have to take care of me just because you promised Fo Ye–”

“Zhang Rishan!” Ba Ye interrupts him yet again, looking really angry now. His whole body is an expression of his anger, shoulders tight, hands clenched into fists, brows furrowed and that furious curl to his lips.

He points his finger at Zhang Rishan accusingly and almost pokes him in the forehead with it. For a moment he just fixes him with narrowed eyes, but when he speaks again his voice gets a little softer.

“Zhang Rishan, I want to stay with you not because you are the only person I have left from my old life or because I feel obliged to take care of you in Fo Ye’s stead. I want to stay with you because I want to.”

You know I love misunderstandings and the boys talking in circles, but I also love how both of them assume in this scene, that the other is doing this for Fo Ye or out of a sense of duty or something but Ba Ye is still so smart and insightful and and he manages to say so much with some of his shorter lines. Like “You’re still here." There is so much hidden between those few words and they are so effective in shutting Zhang Rishan up for the moment, making him think. And then "I want to stay with you because I want to.” at the end which is finally honest and probably exactly what Zhang Rishan needed to hear. Ba Ye is here to stay and he will take care of Zhang Rishan because he chooses to.

There are honestly a lot of dialogue parts I do like in all my stories, so it was hard, but this dialogue was the first one I thought of, so I went with it :)

15. If you could choose one of your fics to be filmed, which would you choose?

Ahahah, oh god. This is a hard one. If I had too choose from the ones that are on ao3, I think I'd go for the 'Sound of War' series, because big robots fighting alien monsters, yay!

If it's everything I've ever written, maybe I'd go for Dark Reign, which is an original about a vampire and a werewolf who somehow find each other even though their species are at war and find out about the origins of both their species while also fighting another war against demons and demigods who want to destroy the world.

It would have to be a series, not a movie, though.

22. Choose a passage from one of your earlier fics and edit it into your current writing style.

I'm gonna cheat on this one since I have been rewriting Dark Reign on and off in the last few years, so you'll get a snippet of that rewrite. I don't know if you want the original? Because it's german and it's bad ^^°°°

“Now now now,” there is almost humor in that cold voice, fingers tightening their hold around Mordred’s throat, pressing him back against the rough stones of the wall. Those delicate yet strong fingers wouldn’t be enough to hold him, to pin him against the wall, but this is the one with the stronger magic. His eyes alone can pin someone down, can render them motionless. Just like Mordred. He can still move his fingers, form tight, little, helpless fists against his sides, but the important parts of his body are frozen, pressed down by an invisible force. Like those eyes have an actual weight, not just a literal one, a heavy weight like chains holding him down, pressing against his chest and stealing his breath. Mordred can’t look away from that face, those eyes.

Thumb and forefinger press into the soft skin right below his jawline, making it even harder to breathe, but Mordred grit his teeth and tries not to whimper and wheeze. The other one must feel the fast pounding of his blood against his fingers. Last time, the first time he had used those powers on Mordred, he had not been that close. Close enough to feel the coldness of his skin, a coldness that seems to come from his very being. That makes him almost shiver. And close enough to be able to realize exactly how beautiful he is. Agonizingly, inhumanly beautiful, like the deadly beauty of a weapon. It almost hurts to look at his face so close to Mordred’s, that cold, cruel smile on his pale lips. 

“Humans have that saying, right? Curiosity killed the cat?” the crinkles around his inhuman eyes deepen with the width of his smile. “Well, right now you are the cat.” The blond’s free hand moves, a blur in the corner of his eye before he stabs him, something sharp piercing his stomach, the screeching sound of metal against stone. Mordred’s body is still frozen, the knife sinks right in, jostling when it pierces right through his body and collides with the solid wall behind him and this time he can’t stop the gasp from escaping. Sharp, burning pain rages through his body, allows him to finally close his eyes and stop looking at those eyes.

But they still work their magic on him, he can’t break the hypnosis with tearing his eyes away like he had somehow hoped, they still pin him to the wall. Mordred tries to focus on the pain, to assess the damage but just like he can’t look at the wound his mind can’t look at the damage either, can’t catalogue where exactly the knife runs through his body, which organs had been damaged. 

A low chuckle makes him open his eyes again, instantly caught on that face again. But the eyes don’t manage to captivate him like before, Mordred manages to look at the face instead, and the blond gets even closer, exposing pointed canines in a cruel smile. 

Where another human would be warm this close the blond is cold against him, like a stone pillar, like a marble statue come to life. “Such a pity, I like to play with cats. To taste their fear and their pain.” 

A breath ghosts over Mordred’s face, the sharp smell of ozone and copper before the blonde forces his head to the side, dipping his face against the exposed crook of Mordred’s neck. The smell intensifies as the blonde presses against him, bodily and mentally caging him against the wall. With the way his head is forced back and to the side Mordred can’t see what the blond is doing, only feels the air move when he inhales. He tries to swallow against the fingers around his throat, inhaling shakily and sucks his bottom lip into his mouth to keep himself from making any sounds.

Cold lips graze the faint scars Remus had left on his throat on their first meeting before those sharp teeth sink into his skin, drawing blood. It doesn’t really hurt, maybe not yet and Mordred bites into his lip, trying to brace himself for more pain. The blonde hums against his throat, a strangely content and deep sound that vibrates through his whole body, letting Mordred feel it where they are pressed so close. Mouthing at the wound he created to draw more warm droplets of blood the blond draws back slowly, tiling Mordred’s head back so he can look at him. Those pale lips are stained red with blood, the inhuman eyes half closed in pleasure and he exhales a “Delicious” against Mordred’s jaw before he draws back - and pulls the knife out in a swift motion. 

With his body trapped like it is Mordred doesn’t double down from the pain, searing and hot, but he can press his eyes closed, trying to breathe through it as much as he can with the hand clamped around his throat. It’s hard and he chokes, the coppery taste of blood suddenly in his mouth, liquid in his throat. He coughs wetly, unable to spit out the blood with the way his head is still tilted back against the wall and the blood just drips down over his lips.

The pressure around his throat lessens just a fraction, enough to get much needed oxygen into his lungs. Mordred tries to blink away the tears that cling to his lashes from the violent coughing and finds the blond looking at him with an almost gleeful expression, sucking his lower lip into his mouth to lick away the blood there, before grinning widely.

“Delicious,” he repeats, leaning closer again like he wants to sniff Mordred, his nose grazing Mordred’s cheek in an almost soft way. Deceptively soft, because his free hand still holds the knife and from the corner of his eye Mordred can see it, long thin blade dripping blood on pale fingers. The blond raises his hand, bringing the blade close to Mordred’s face, leaning back just enough to lick some of the blood off of it, smearing some against his own chin. 

“If only I had the time, my little cat”, the blond says mournfully before he twists the knife in his hand and plunges it into Mordred’s shoulder, his mournful smile full of red tinged teeth. For a moment Mordred’s head is filled with the screeching sound of metal against bone before the pain sets in, making him gasp and choke again. He barely hears the blond say “If only I had the time I would find out how many holes I can poke into this body before you break”, the rushing of his own blood in his ears almost drowning out everything else.

38. Talk about a review that made your day.

Honestly, ALL reviews make my day. But especially the ones that pick up on things I'm trying to do, little things that don't spring out at first or something that's a little obscure.

Or if someone sees something more that I didn't think about before, some interpretation and I'm like "OMG you're right, I love this!"

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DRPG - MAIN STORY - ACT 1 - EP 1

5/5 Storming the Dark Assembly

With the very best bribe, Girl Laharl triumphantly heads to the Dark Assembly. But...

Dark Assembly in Session

Laharl: I am Laharl, the Overlord! Now Senators, listen to me. I've got something very important I'd like to discuss. Listen closely... Give me back my real body!!

Senators: NAY! NAY! NAY! NAY!

Laharl: W-Why...!!? Unbelievable!! Well...I guess there is always another way to get people's approval. [Player], come help me out!!

Stage 1 - A Violent Solution 1 Stage 2 - A Violent Solution 2

The Speaker's Wish

Senators: NAY! NAY! NAY! NAY!

Laharl: Why!? Why are you all opposed!?

Speaker: Overlord Laharl. As the Speaker of the House, let me answer your question. All of us here are in agreement... We all quite like your new appearance and we'd prefer that you stay this way.

Laharl: ....................Huh?

Speaker: Well...It's just that...we really like your new look.

Laharl: S-Shut up! This is ridiculous!

Speaker: Hahahahaha, don't pretend you can't see the signs!? You and I would make such a perfect match!

Laharl: Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!

Stage 3 - A Violent Solution 3 Stage 4 - A Violent Solution 4 Stage 5 - A Violent Solution 5

Storming the Assembly

Laharl: What?! This body is preventing me from using my full power….!!

Speaker: Muahahahahaha! Give it up! You have no way of escape!!

Mysterious Voice: Sexy.......Beam!!

Speaker: Gwaaaaaaa!!?

Etna: The beautiful demon Etna has arrived!!

Mysterious Voice: Get ready! Love Punch!!

Speaker: Ahhhhhhhhhhh!!

Flonne: The Angel of Love, Flonne, descends from the sky! Ta-daaaa!!

Laharl: Y-You guys are here...! Hmph. Late as always, I see.

Etna: Still as stubborn as ever. It's obvious you're happy to see us. You never show a hint of honesty.

Flonne: Yes well, that's just the Prince we know and love. Well, then. Let's deal with these losers! Prince Laharl and [Player] will deal with the Speaker!

Laharl: ...Can't wait! [Player]! Let's make bacon out of them!!

Stage 6 - The Final Assault

Boss - Nether Noble: Veto! Veto! Veto!

That's a Wrap!

Senators: YEA! YEA! YEA! YEA!

Laharl: A-Awesome! We did it, [Player]! The vote passed!

Etna: All it took was a little violence.

Flonne: Well... This is the Netherworld, after all. So, who cares!

Laharl: Oh? Oh? My body....!!

The screen flashes white. Laharl-chan's talk bust is replaced by Laharl's talk bust.

Laharl: Yes!!! I'm back! No more melons! Yes! This is the body of a real Overlord!! Hahahahahaha! .....[Player]. I know an Overlord shouldn't say thanks, but... To show my gratitude, I would just like to say, I believe you've got what it takes to train the greatest Overlord. From this day forward, you will be my vassal.

[Player] was made Laharl's vassal... without consent! ... And with no right to refuse…

Laharl: In the future, we will fight side-by-side against even stronger enemies. So, we've gotta start preparing.

Etna: Wow. Remember, the Prince doesn't hand out compliments very often, [Player].

Flonne: So yeah, you should be proud of yourself for getting the Prince's approval so quickly. [Player] has such a pure and honest soul.

Scene change, to a dark void with only Ms. Raspberyl present.

Ms. Raspberyl: ....An admissions application From a human. How interesting. Perhaps I can turn this human into a Delinquent.

To be continued...

[gamerbot-22]

Almost a Month Down!!!

Can you guys believe it? Four weeks in a row! That's 28 ficlets! Not to toot my own horn, but I feel very very proud of myself for making it this long with daily writing. I think I've definitely been getting better.

Also do you like the tier descriptions I added? I thought they would be useful for myself going forward :3

Anyways, as usual it’s all under the cut! And if you want to compare notes from last week that’s here and if you want to follow along and make a tierlist yourself, you can find the one I made here!

Minor rearranging has happened once more! - Nothing between tiers, though, unless the creation of a more specific tier just because I'm pedantic and love to sort--

Technically I think I could slide The Herta up into the "Not Done Yet" tier but! Who knows, babes. That's a concern for Future Rosie--

Back to the Drawing Board, C Tier - Yeaaah I think this one had the potential to be super fun, but the end product feels like only half of a scene. If I could do it again, I'd probably add some more at the start, maybe having Pela get a message from Serval about the contraption, inviting her over to come see first, then it would feel a little more complete.

Sit! Stay! Subscribe!, A Tier - I was really close to putting this in S Tier but I think it's just a touch too dialogue heavy. I could have done more to describe the scenery, as well as getting into the stream set-up a little more outside of just describing what emojis were popping up on screen. I did really love writing about the Ghost Hunting Squad together, even if it was a little brief. Guinaifen, Sushang, and Huohuo's dynamic owns my heart <3

Labor Of..., A Tier - Lesbians in the daily ficlets once again! It took a couple times to find an angle I wanted to take for this (originally it was just going to be Ruan Mei with a sweater she got from Herta on an expedition, then it was going to be Ruan Mei recovering from a cold and Herta sending the sweater as a gift, then it was going to be Herta sending the sweater ahead of Ruan Mei leaving on an expedition with a very tsundere "you know, just in case" type attitude) but once I found it I was very pleased with it. I could have done more with the interaction, I think, having it branch out into other topics while Ruan Mei worked, but what is there is nice. Also it's very much based on the "get the fuck to sleep" conversations I have with my friends when I'm up at ungodly hours (insomnia ftw /j)

I Don't Wanna Talk About Anything, S Tier - Guess who cried while writing this? Definitely helped along by the fact that I had the instrumental to the title song playing the whole time. Reading it back, I think I could have written a little more to Dan Heng's internal breakdown to really nail home the feeling, but god it still reads as so raw and genuine to me. The poor boy's been holding so much in for literally 30 years, he deserves to finally have that cry, especially after learning about what Lingsha's mentor did to him (good intentions be damned, he was only a baby!) And Caelus hugs are deeply important to recovery.

The One Thing You Can't Replace, A Tier - I absolutely named this after the John Mulaney bit even if it's a different direction of comedy. I like to try and put more lighthearted stories after the angsty ones just so I'm not being too mean to the folks reading. This was also the Valentine's Day post and I was having big Missing My Little Sister Hours so this was definitely written in tribute to her and our sibling relationship. Also also, I started to summarize my stories before writing them here, to help streamline the process and keep me from wasting time humming and hawing the little details!

Right on the Tip of my Tongue..., A Tier - I don't have much to say about this other than it was difficult but rewarding to make up another two lines to Jing Yuan's poem and that writing Yanqing and Jing Yuan in scenes together is a fucking delight. The Father-Son Duo Ever!!!

Pop! Goes the Masked Fool!~♫, A Tier - I honestly was not expecting whatever I wrote for Sparkle to be up this high. Hell, by next week I might bump this down to B Tier just because I'm still not entirely sure about it. I've mentioned it twice before now but yeah, Sparkle is the one playable character I would say I dislike, which is a damn shame because normally I really like the shapeshifter/trickster archetype, they just had to go and ruin it. That being said, I wanted to give her a fair shot, so I took it upon myself to sort of just... write her the way I wanted to from a first-person perspective, almost like I was pitching her to myself in a new-ish context. For what it is, I think it's decent, but as a ficlet it's... fine. Not something I would go out of my way to read again.