#TY AGAIN!!

[deerspherestudios]

First of all, I wanna say your game is SO SO SO GOOD. The world you created was like a magical little reservoir I didn’t want to escape from. And even though it’s a demo, I’m already emotionally attached to Mychael and would literally die for him. He’s THAT precious to me!

There’s these two songs, If I Were and Same But Different, both by Vashti Bunyan, that not only encapsulates the whole energy of the game to me but also Mychael’s essence as well - the whimsical, fairytale vibes with an everlasting tragic melancholy forever looming in the background.

https://youtu.be/6tz4xJWbY9s?si=S2_kKmYqPFQ8ZtdE

When connecting these songs to Mychael, I just get so emotional. But I am SO excited for the full game and I can’t wait to see how Mychael becomes even more of a desperate and scary yandere!

Sorry for the word vomit but I just wanted to say you’re doing a fantastic job and geek about songs that remind me of my new favorite character lol

Waaaaa thank you so much! That's such high praise;I hope he can continue to charm his way to your heart in future days!

And these songs are gorgeous, thank you so much for sharing!!! I might even slip them into his playlist; the way you described them definitely fits him. Video below for those interested!! <3

[broareweabouttoviberightnow]

Hi!!

I don’t know if your ask box is still open but if possible can you write an angsty Sodapop and Dallas fic? I don’t see enough of them and they are one of my favorite duos!

OH! I LOVE THESE TWO!!! I think I'm going to write a longer fic of them for ao3 but I LOVE this prompt!!! Fic below the cut!!! ty for the ask!!! (also if you would like to be tagged for the longer fic feel free to comment anon!!! if not NO problem at all!!)

"Soda, c'mon." Dallas puts his bony shoulder under Soda's, unsurprised when he feels Soda put a decent amount of his body weight on him.

Soda blinks up at him and his eyes are all blurry and wet and Dallas thinks shit, I let him drink too much. Three shot glasses are lined up in front of each of them, half a beer on Soda's side, two empty on Dallas'. Darry was goin' to kill him.

"Let's get out of here." Soda shrugs, grins that blindin' toothy smile up at him.

"I'm fine, Dally." And his words aren't slurrin' or anythin' so Dallas gives him one hard look over and lets it go. He'd cut him off for now. Soda always was a lightweight. Pony would claim it was 'cause Soda was already drunk on plain livin'. That sounded like poetic bullshit to Dallas but the plain facts were Soda 'n alcohol didn't mix well. Dallas didn't know what had compelled him to ask Soda to Buck's tonight.

Darry was gonna kick both their asses.

"Dallas?" Dally eyes two men, still mostly boys, at the other end of the bar and tries to assess whether they'll kick up a fight. Dallas knows what lookin' for trouble looks like.

"Hmm?" Soda tries to reach across the bar to get another drink and Dallas bats his hand away. Glory, those Curtis boys were makin' him soft.

"I don't think I've ever met anyone like you before. You know that?" Dallas pulls up short, furrows his brow, turns himself fully back to Soda. Steve had once described the look on Soda's face like starin' down the headlights of a Mustang 'n not bein' sure whether it was gonna hit you or not. Soda was prone to sayin' the damndest things outta nowhere.

"Yeah, you have." Dallas grabs a water Buck had poured for someone else and stubbornly ignores the glare the man shoots him. "You've met a thousand guys like me. Now drink this."

Soda takes the water Dallas shoves into his hand with a quirked brow. "No. I've met a hundred guys like the one you pretend to be. But you're one of a kind Dallas."

Dallas feels his nails dig into his palms. "That's it, man. You're cut off. You're gettin' sappy on me." Soda's laugh sounds like a gunshot and it jars Dallas' suddenly shot nerves.

"Now, what do we have here?" The line is so corny and overused Dallas can't help but flash his teeth in annoyance. When he glances over to tell the owner of the one-liner as much he catches a wave of whiskey breath and the two men from the end of the bar. No. Boys. Up close they're not even older than Darry.

"Beat it. We're not lookin' for company." He puts his hand down on the switchblade clipped to his jeans. Buck's was rough. Rough enough even havin' it in a pocket could slow you down too much.

"Dallas! Don't be rude." Soda flips around and he's showin' every damn tooth in his mouth and Dallas thinks glory he's worse than Pony the second you put a drop in him. No sense at all. Then he shakes himself because he sounds uncomfortably like Darry.

"Listen to you're friend here." The boy closest to Soda leers down at him with a smile like a broken bottle. "We're not lookin' for trouble. Just a bit a money." Soda cocks his head, waverin' slightly like he's just realizin' somethin' is wrong.

Before either of them can react Broken Bottle slides a knife out of his sleeve and against Soda's stomach. Soda tenses hard. Sobers instantly. Dallas thinks several things at the exact same time.

Fuck.

Darry was goin' to dig up their bodies 'n kill them.

Get the fuck away from my brother.

Dallas moves entirely on instinct. He grabs the boy closest to him, has his switch out 'n leveled against his gut before any of them blink. Soda doesn't move, back ramrod straight. But then he catches Dallas' eye 'n grins.

"Woah man, we're not lookin' for a fight." Broken Bottles' partner is white as a sheet, he's got his arms up like Dallas' got a gun aimed at his head. Even Broken Bottle looks suddenly unsure.

"C'mon Dallas." Soda's eyes are shinin' in the dim light and he looks like the fuse on a firework as it burns down to the gunpowder. "They don't want a fight. But, hey, give me your St. Christopher. I wanna do my last rights anyway." Dallas grabs his pendant with one hand, not movin' his knife at all, 'n pulls it right over his head, droppin' it in Soda's hands.

Broken Bottle jars his knife closer to Soda and he pauses. Looks at him with the full force of those headlight eyes. Soda wraps the chain around his knuckles like a rosary, Christopher out. Closes his eyes like he's gonna pray. Both boys shoot each other looks. They picked the wrong fight. Dallas 'n Soda were made for nights like these. But they were goin' to find that out by themselves.

"Glory," He opens one eye and his smile is like a Roman candle, "Forgive us for this." Soda's hand shoots out, connectin' with Broken Bottles' eye, the other hand comin' down on his knife, wrenchin' it free 'n tossin' it clear over the counter. Soda preferred a good skin fight. Dallas would happily go at it with anythin'.

Dallas moves the knife up to his boy's throat when he jerks to help Broken Bottle. The kid freezes instantly. New to this. Not from around here. He reeks like the middle class holdin' up a pair of Greasers for nothin' better to do.

He spares Soda a glance but he doesn't need any help. He's thrown his full weight at the man, sweepin' him onto the filthy bar floor and layin' punches wherever he can reach. Dallas hesitates for a second too long.

He feels the fist connect with his side before his can tense. It only knocks the wind from him for a moment. He pulls the knife back up and thinks about usin' it. Hard. But then the kid puts his fist up and in front of his face to hide his tremblin' lip and Dallas thinks, not for the first time, fuck Tusla's stupid fair fights. He tosses the blade onto the bar and cracks his knuckles against the kid's jaw.

Dallas has his partner backed against the bar, arms up again. God, what was the point of a fight if you were just gonna give it up before it got good. Soda clambers off the ground, tosses Dallas back his necklace and he catches it out of the air.

The fight doesn't have time to get interestin'. Soda slams Broken Bottles' head against the floor and he stops fightin' at all. Middle-class losers. Soda gives him more grace than Dallas would ever have. His knees pin the boy's elbows down as he lands one final belt straight to his eye. One to grow on. When he pulls his hand away the outline of St. Christopher is indented in the flat bone of the boys cheek.

He puts his foot down beside Broken Bottles' head and he looks just like a paintin' Pony had once shown Dallas in one of his art books. What the hell had it been? Michael. Warrior angel Michael. He shakes his head.

"You think they're done, Dally?" Dallas shoots them a cold glare and they both scramble back and away the second they can.

"They better be." Soda drapes an arm over Dallas' shoulders, wipes blood from his busted lip. They're both gone before the door can slam. Dallas turns when Buck's hand comes down on his shoulder. He passes him his discarded knife, pats him on the back twice, gestures for the door. Some hurrah.

Soda doesn't take his arm away as they both hit the street again. Dallas doesn't fight it.

"We should have cleaned that up before we left." Dallas gestures to the dryin' blood across Soda's mouth. He grins and licks his lips and runs a hand across his face.

"I think it makes me look tuff, don't you think?" And it does. Soda always left fights lookin' like the tragic JD with a heart of gold in those corny movies they showed at the drive-in. But Soda always had preferred beach flicks.

"Tuff enough Darry's gonna know we were in a bar fight the second we hit the porch." Soda howls his laughter and Dallas can't help but join in.

"Guess we'll have to take our chances. I wanna go home."

"Yeah, home." Dallas can't explain it. How it hits him sometimes. He didn't know how he'd ended up here. Somehow part of this dysfunctional little family full of greasers and hoodlums and kids just in the wrong place at the wrong time.

But that wasn't true, exactly.

"You know Soda," Soda shakes his hair from his eyes, grins at Dallas and out into a world that jumped you in bars just for lookin' like a grease like nothin' could touch him, "I think I owe everythin' to you, sometimes."

He'd followed Soda home from a corner store in '62. Then he'd turned around one day and ended up someone's kid brother. Life was funny that way.

Soda stops, studies him with those big eyes and Dallas thinks headlights. He's got that glow about him he always got after a good fight or a bad fight or a lame joke or a real smile. A car swings onto the street and Dallas blinks away the glare.

"Nah, Dally, you don't owe me anythin'." And he grins with his whole face, splittin' the dryin' cut on his lip 'n makin' it bleed again. "But next time we go to Bucks? Don't let me have any tequila shooters."

[thelonelyshore-if]

Personally, I'm a sucker for RO POVs, but your writing is so good that I would happily settle for more drabbles

Oh, haha tysm!! Tbh I'm very intrigued by POV stories, though I'm not sure which RO (or Willow)/which scenes 🤔

Any particular scenes folks would be interested in reading from an RO's POV?

[heavysighing-dreamyeyes]

A Gliced Cage screamed to me STOCKHOLM SYNDROME but god didn't that felt good. The second the comfort was starting to set, things move just to get on reader's nerves, just to show that nowhere is safe. — nowhere except on Arkham Knight's arms, obviously.

I love how your writing is unsettling enough to keep us on our toes and at the same time delicious to read to have that little hope that everything will be okay, even if it won't.

Keep going strong darling! xoxo 🩷🩷🩷

Ah, koi!!! Thank you so much!! I do try to make my Arkham Knight stuff a little off-putting, it just feels right for the image I have of him in my head. 💙💙💙

A Gilded Cage definitely has traces of Stockholm Syndrome. The Arkham Knight wants you to feel safe with him, and he's going to do whatever it takes for you to feel that way.

Even if he's the most dangerous thing for you in Gotham.

[plusultraetc]

For the WIP folder game, I want to hear more about "practice all your worst mistakes" please!

I actually love that you asked about this one because it's the sequel to 'there's no good tricks but old ones' and I love the title. SO much. I'm going to add both fics to a series and call it 'the magician,' in part because of the song I'm pulling the titles from, and in part because I Have Feelings about Hawks + the magician tarot card. as always I am pulling out the board with the red strings when it comes to him, but if you take a step back the red strings are actually forming giant question marks and this emoji: 😭

even though he isn't in this snippet, Tokoyami actually does show up in this fic!! which is. really fun after Hawks' meditations on how bad of a teacher he was in 'there's no good tricks but old ones' 😬

[layalu]

1, 2, 3, 4, 12, 19, 23, 25, 28, 31, 39, 40, 43, 44, 50 OC BLAST!!!💥

[ask game]

OOO SO MANY >:0 Ty!!!

1. Your first OC ever?

answered here, but to name a different one: the first OC i made that wasn't a warrior cat rp character was Layalu (my namesake! :D)! I made him intended as my fursona because everyone had fursonas and i thought they were SO cool so i wanted one too really badly. I followed a guide for it and everything!! It said that fursonas usually took a long time to make and they are supposed to represent you and all that but i mostly just wanted something Cool TM. So i looked at all the colour symbolism and put every colour with Deep Meaning TM in there and he got to be a lion (they're neat and i liked drawing them) and a dragon tail and wings because dragons are epic. I was very torn between making him male or female for a bit because i really wanted him to have a mane and kid me did not yet have the epiphany that i can make him a female and still give him a mane. Anyways. Cue 11 year old me scribbling furiously to make An Epic Fursona and the result was This Guy

actually i lied a little this was already his 2nd iteration that happened after one (1) day. Se those bits with green shining through? yeah lol i decided that was one colour too much. He also only managed to stay my fursona for a month or so before he converted into an OC rip. So. yea! Layalu origin story :)

2. Do you have a personal favourite among your OCs?

answered here and here (Sam and Stormy), but Liam's also up there as a fave, he rotates back in as Blorbo Of The Day a lot xdd Just something about his swaglessness and The Hawke Tragedy and his devotion to his family that Got Me. Also, he is super fun and easy to draw for me so that is also a bonus

3. Have you ever adopted a character or gotten a character from someone else?

Surprising, yes! this guy!

I never really got into adoptables and OC trades since i tend to make guys within established rp groups/games/etc, but this guy was an adopt raffle within one of those groups :] Sadly i only did very little with him but i do love his silly awkward nerd ass <3

4. A character you rarely talk about?

Mmm another more recent/"active" one who doesn't get much screentime is Ulhar (my tav)! Ulhar i am so sorry that i didn't latch on to you or bg3 properly i hope i can make it up to you in a replay 😔😔 Either way though she is my silly lizard rogue who is soooo normal about attachment and loyalty and vulnerability i prommy.

^ the silly in question

12. Name an OC that isn’t yours but who you like a lot

SO MANYY!!!!!! including yours i love your birdies,,, but. shoutout to @a-drama-addict's Chloe Hawke she's been in my mind and my heart since *checks notes* 2021 and i still care her lots <333

19. Introduce an OC that means a lot to you (and explain why)

answered here (Desertblaze) but another one who means a lot to me is Stormyrain! Yes, also a warriors one flksjfdls but she was a gateway character to meeting a lot of friends and in general just. a lot of experiences and people who were/are important to me, and she was the first time that i got really properly invested and attached to an oc's relationships (and with that, other's ocs also), and i remember that one time i got so proud about writing out her ref sheet because it was the first time that i felt like i captured the personality and vibe and depth that i wanted for a character. I still reuse iterations of her for other things sometimes, or just doodle her for funsies :)

feeling nostalgic so here's my original tryout/concept art that i did of her before she was even Official :)

23. Introduce OC that has changed from your first idea concerning what the character would be like?

...most of them fjsfjdslj. I rarely go in With A Plan and even when i do it. basically never works out oops.

25. The OC that resembles you the most (same hobby, height, shared like/dislike for something etc?)

Hmm i don't think i have any one character that is The Most Like Me TM, they just all will have some thing or another that's like me. June has a similar brand of logical reasoning as me. Liam sings in a similar way that i do. Noya has my flavour of Artist Stare. Ylva has my like for baking. And so on.

28. Your most dangerous OC?

Depends on the type of dangerous!

Ari can end a guy's entire career if he so wishes. Kala used to to be professionally Dangerous for a living. June has the most raw potential to cause Large Scale Physical Damage

31. Pick one OC of yours and explain what their tumblr blog would be like (what they reblog, layout, anything really)

Oh Ylva would have sooo much fun making her blog theme pretty; purple and mint with skulls, and a scarab cursor! Would struggle with the code and would probably ask someone else for help though. Would mostly post moodboards and photography and anything that catches her attention; lots of scenery and historical places and trinkets and the like! Also, food!! funky cake decorations, recipes, that kinda stuff. And quotes and literary analysis and things like informative ramble posts from people about places they've been or cool things they found.

39. Introduce any character you want

Hands u. my KHUX key kid. who i've barely ever drawn and who has almost nothing to him. but i miss him i hope he's doing well (<- if i remember The Lore correctly he is not, in fact, doing well)

40. Any fond memories linked to your characters? Feel free to share!

So so so many!!! Recently-ish i was going through some old rp chats that i had with Sam and his family and my god. i miss them so much i love them so much.

43. Do you have any certain type when you create your OCs? Do you tend to favour some certain traits or looks? It’s time to confess

answered here for a bunch of recurring physical traits but hmm. some other things

noticed the other day that many MANY of my guys have some very deep loyalty or love of some kind that is central to them

consistently bad at naming things. on account of *i* am bad at naming things lol

aspec. not even on purpose it just Happens

also very often nd. also not on purpose lol

there is. definitely more but brain is mush rn fkjsjdfslfjls

44. Something you like about your OCs in general

Hmm i think i'm pretty good at taking a Vague Guy and slowly padding them out! And kinda. making A Whole Guy out of the vague concept as i go and piece things together :)

50. Give me the good ol’ OC talk here. Talk about anything you want

Alder on the brain. I am squeezing him like a stressball. poor guy just keeps being unwell in all sorts of ways. rip buddy hope you get better soon

[asslockpick]

amazing comm i got from @coochiekrab of my sona!

you will look at him.

[remyfire]

Last Sentence Tag Game

RULES: Post the last sentence you wrote (fanfic / original / anything) and tag as many people as there are words in the sentence I was tagged by @quordleona03!! Thank you so much!! Oh boy, well. We all knew what kind of author I was already, so here we are.

"You look so fucking good when you sit back and take it, Trap."

Tagging: @onekisstotakewithme @serpercival @bbjkrss-blog @mxmorel @mylittleredgirl @siriusnebulae @discocaptain @dreamingofspring @hesgomorrah @almostpleasantrebel @persianflaw @cuddleswinchester @machihunnicutt

I had so many words, but I tried to tag everyone who I think might have at least one active WIP, but if you don't, I am sorry for bothering you and this is a hug instead!! And if I didn't tag you and you want to play, please assume that I did tag you so I can see your last sentence anyway :D

[fuckedupcleric]

What is your favorite iteration of Raph?

:O oh my goodness, thank you sm for the ask! This is an easy one - IT'S MY SON, MY BOY, MY SWEET CHILD 2012 RAPHAEL!! I love all Raphs, but 2012 has a special place in my heart. I would kill for him, I would die for him, I would torture and project onto him in my fics

His personality, especially his humor and attitude and bluntness, his fierce, protective love for his brothers, his love of animals, the fact that he's the most sensitive and emotional of his brothers and struggles with his emotions a lot, which manifests often as anger/irritation/defensiveness... I just. Love him so much.

2012 Raph my beloved 💕✨️😭

[clanthorn]

45 and 47! :D (romeowfr)

omg tq for asking, I wasnt sure id get any numbers!! :)

45. Favourite Apparel

I thought this would be super tough because there's tons of great apparel, from boneyard tatters and skeletal chimes to mantles and hoods to any of the newest cool themed sets

But I really love wing apparel, like the starsilk drapes and the banners, and I think I reeally have a soft spot for Golden Wing Silks. If only because my custom progen wears them :)

45. Permababy Dragon

Well I wanna have another one someday but for now its only Pumpkin who is a whopping 10 years old. idk where I found the gems when I was a new player lol

[shkika]

God I just love how you draw iterators, they're so bug <3

Thank you so much!! To me they’re like.. little muppets + bug. Extremely accurate <33

Actually.

After a very important discussion once with someone, we came to the conclusion that Pebbles is possibly 60cm. Aka muppet sized. So important to me.

[wraith-caller]

regarding your recent asks, oh ohh I would love to read a solely darian/devin fic from you, you have such great ideas about the twins

you are very sweet to say so!! even when im not writing them in a ship, i love them each on their own, or with others(well...darian with others, i've yet to encounter a partner that feels suitable for devin!! ornery boy). i'm always happy to meet new people who also like them, it's a bit rare!! i have an idea or two for exploring what may lead to the sort of toxic dynamic mentioned in the other ask you are referring to, so i may get around to that some day. :] i'll even do my best to keep that pesky sorcerer out of it, too!!

[ell-vellan]

13, 16, and 22 for the datv ask game!

Thank you so much for asking!! I'm sorry it took me so long, I promise I was not ignoring you on purpose!

DATV Ask Game

13. most & least favorite room in the lighthouse

Most: Harding's. I love how it just gets progressively more lush and green as the game goes on.

Least: Lucanis. Buddy, c'mon.

16. what animal would your rook be?

Rasim - this is a cop-out, but a raven. Mischievous, cunning, problem solver, too cool for school, light on his feet, and gets a kick out of bothering wolves and stealing their kills.

Lailani - raccoon. literally an orphan nobody from Minrathous. Stubbornly clever in a way that gets her into trouble, cute, curious, playful, scrappy, likes digging in Arlathan's trash for treasures (artifacts) but will definitely come at you like something rabid

22. would your rook be part of the book club?

Lailani - 100 percent absolutely. She and Bellara run it mainly to talk about their favorite new serials/romances

Rasim - yes, but only because they have food there. he skims the books for the action parts, but mainly, he likes to listen to Bellara talk.

[thelonelyshore-if]

My answer about the body type customization would be between the first and second to be fair.

I really enjoy it, but I'm also totally fine with it either way. As long as we have some basic customization like eye or hair color and what not, I'm fine with not having the rest. But I will always love it when a game allows for detailed customization.

Thank you for your feedback!! Honestly as a player I personally feel the same way--I love a healthy dose of customization. Makes it more fun to build an oc for me haha. But from an author's perspective it's helpful to see what everyone else thinks of it!

[heavysighing-dreamyeyes]

In "The Cascade of You" I like how you described the broken picture frame because if Dick or Tim were to come looking for reader and see only that picture broken and stepped on I think it would give them a sense of foreboding.

I dunno. I just like it. It feels like a movie playing in my head. You're such a good writer ❤️

-🦧

Hi, thank you so much!!! That's exactly what I was thinking when I wrote it! Someone's going to find your apartment like that, especially once Batman learns who the Arkham Knight is. And when all they find there is an open window and a shattered photo of you and Jason? The implication is clear. You're a target, caught up in Jason's warpath of revenge.

But the real question is, how you fit into his plans, and where is it going to leave you when they're through?

[plusultraetc]

Fic writer ask: 25 and 74?

Thank you for the ask :D

25. What fic do you wish you got more of a response on?

This is such a difficult question because I've been equal parts delighted and bewildered by (and very grateful for) the response on most of my fics. My go-to answer for questions like these has always been 'first first meeting'--it's the fourth least-read fic I've posted, but it was also once described as "bill & ted's excellent adventures in superheroics" which was amazing and I still think about it literally all the time--but recently I was rereading part of 'looking back i see a setting sun' and rediscovered one of my favorite lines I've ever written just like hidden in there. So maybe that one?

74. You’ve posted a fic anonymously. How would someone be able to guess that you’d written it?

OKAY SO THIS ACTUALLY HAPPENED TO ME. When I first posted 'some who dream of dawn,' the very first person to leave a comment mentioned that they saw the snippet I posted on tumblr. To this day I have no idea how the stars aligned for that to happen--I posted that snippet months before I posted the fic & the fic is still anonymous, but it was like. My favorite thing ever. What would give me away is my inability to Not Post Snippets.

(If I did manage to Not Post Snippets, what would probably give me away is the full page of notes at the end of each fic. Every time I tell myself that I'm going to keep the notes brief and every time I fail. I'd love to pick a stylistic thing but I honestly can't think of one that isn't that almost-omniscient-narrator voice that sneaks into my stories way more often than it should)