#and I don't care so much about getting things wrong or drawing messily

[minuitfeu]

Have some high(er) fantasy birds, horrible faves, a very, very lovely boy and the best spider boy that are for an au of mine

[roll-da-credits]

HC: 104th Corps Forgetting Their S/o's Birthday

Characters: Mikasa, Jean, Connie

A/n: sorry for not posting for a while, I was caught up in writing a book I want to make for a friend of mine birthday, this was hilarious to write cause I'm just thinking of Modern Mikasa setting a hundred reminders about your birthday. Anyways, hope you guys enjoy this!

🖤❤️🖤

Mikasa Ackerman

I don't even know how it's possible for Mikasa to forget your birthday, she has prepared for your birthday MONTHS before your actual birthday

But then, on the day of your birthday, she was too busy with everything around her

From Eren planning mass genocide again, Armin freaking out that Eren is planning mass genocide, to Sasha stealing every single food from Nicolo (this is set around Nicolo arrives in Paradis and before Eren went batshit)

Needless to say, she was so busy that she completely forgot

To be honest, because of how hectic the day was, you almost forgot as well, if not for some of the scouts wishing you a very quick happy birthday when they passed you by, before going back to whatever they were doing

Even Levi wished you a happy birthday, so you were a bit sour when you realized Mikasa wasn't going to

Though you waited until nighttime before making any assumptions, when it came and she got ready to sleep then you truly realized she forgot

Of course, you told her that it was your birthday and, cue Mikasa freaking the fuck out.

She immediately apologized a lot, getting your gifts and explaining what plans she had planned beforehand to do on your birthday, only for her to forget

She feels INCREDIBLY bad, almost like when she thought Eren died, kind of bad. You'll have to be the one to say it's alright and that you understand because you knew she wouldn't have forgotten your birthday at all if it wasn't for how busy the day was.

The next day though, she PAMPERS you, she feels really bad for missing your birthday so she follows you around the next day helping with anything and everything that you were doing, getting you water when you were tired, and basically helping you out.

Jean Kirstein

Another person I literally could not see forgetting your birthday, this man probably is one of the person who most cares about his friends, but still acts low-key about it

So again, for him to forget your birthday, it was probably a hectic day.

He had already drawn you a beautiful self portrait of yourself and was planning to give that as a gift alongside other small trinkets the night before.

But when morning came, he's immediately dragged out of bed by Sasha and Connie, since he woke up late, and you were missing. So your birthday didn't really register in his mind.

After being dragged out of bed he was immediately pushed to do his duties, from a lot of discussions with the Anti Marleyan Volunteers, to building more stuff to accommodate the new trade with the Azumabito clan

Long story short he forgot because the entire day he didn't see you and he was too tired with the grueling tasks he had to endure to remember

When you realized he forgot since he wasn't seeking you out, you were rather pissed, so when you did meet him and he still didn't say any kind of happy birthday you gave him the silent treatment, much to his dismay

He's been through the silent treatment with Mikasa before and when you started doing it he panicked, trying to think what he did wrong, only to remember it was your birthday.

No matter how late it is he will suddenly just surprise you the moment you come in to your room, you looked around and you realized he set up a small birthday party extremely quickly and a bit messily.

Candles everywhere for the romantic aspect, a small cake he begged Nicolo to make last minute on the table, and his beautiful drawing completed with him begging for you to forgive him.

Which how could you not??? The man drew a beautiful portrait for you.

Connie Springer

Connie is one of those guys that I could def see forgetting your birthday, he's one of those guys that remember like 2 months before your actual birthday and prepares your gift then

But the next week, completely forgets what he bought and if he did buy you a present

Well the day of your birthday, the two of you woke up and you expected him to say Happy Birthday to you first, but instead he simply said good morning and went about with his day

It wasn't even a busy day, it was a normal day whereas usual he had to do a lot of things but it wasn't a hectic day like in Mikasa's or Jean's case

He just forgot

And somehow, he didn't realize it when Nicolo gave you a small pastry to go with your lunch, nor did he realize it when he sees a bunch more people go up to you only for them to say a couple of words and go on with their day

Dense

Mother

Fucker

Obviously, you feel really annoyed, he was your boyfriend for god's sake and somehow he forgot about your birthday.

Sasha and Jean at this point had already wished you a happy birthday though after seeing how sad you seemed asked you what was wrong. After explaining that Connie probably forgot, they both were pretty pissed.

Connie probably got a good scolding from Jean whilst Sasha watched.

Afterward, he'd actually remember he got you a gift a while back, and after apologizing and setting up a small apology date for the two of you with the help of Jean and Sasha, he finally wished you a happy birthday.

Btw you can definitely use this incident to guilt-trip him any time in the future.

[the-winter-witcher]

The flowers trio having to go under cover to overthrow a rival family,and of course the rival family has some sort of banquet with slaves and auctions,and Jaskier gets in with Geralt and reader as his slaves,so Jaskier has to sit there and grind his teeth and observe how every fucker stares at what is his,has to decline a obscene amount of money from said fuckers because they want to try the merchandise,reader and Geralt really don't care, possessive Jaskier is fun Jaskier after all

Sorry this has taken me so long, I knew what I wanted to do with it I just needed the story to get there. I’ve changed it up a lil bit, hope that’s okay. 

“This isn’t what I had in mind when you said we’d be attending” Jaskier huffs as he takes in your attire, the sordid combination of black leather and latex accented by silver chains that adorns your body, and rolls his eyes. Geralt’s not dressed much better; a thick leather collar wraps round his neck with a silver ring hanging invitingly from the center, and you know that underneath his coat he’s wearing practically nothing aside from a stunningly well fitted pair of shorts that you’d picked out for him.

“Oh hush darling, don’t pretend that you don’t know what a Vengerberg party entails”

“If we stick to the plan we’ll be fine” Geralt’s voice is low as you approach the long sweeping drive that leads to the familiar sight of the Vengerberg residence. The dark black leaves of the cherry plums lining the gravel pathway are adorned with bursts of bright violet from the thousands of fairy lights strung along them, small beacons to guide you towards the towering spires ahead. You hear Geralt swallow thickly at your side, no doubt feeling the same creeping sense of unease that you do at the thought of being back here and seeing Yennefer again after all of this time. 

A light touch of your hand on his seems to bring him out of his head and back to you and you offer him a reassuring smile, “we don’t have to do this, sweetheart, we can still turn around and walk away”

“I’m fine” his smile doesn’t quite reach his eyes when he replies, “it’s only for a few hours anyway”

You’re about to ask again, reassure him that it’s okay, you’ll find another way to get the information, but you stop short when you realise you’ve already reached the heavy set wooden door of the entrance. It’s as intimidating as you remember; dark wood, thick and heavy, with wrought iron fixings and a solid door knocker that’s decorated with the signature pattern of lilac and gooseberries. Geralt wastes no time in grabbing it, three angry thuds sounding against the solid surface to signify your arrival. 

It’s only a matter of mere seconds before it’s swung open and you’re greeted by the sound of the party in full swing; loud chatter and thrumming bass flood your ears, and the fetid smell of alcohol tinged debauchery winds through the air so thick it’s almost visible.

“Darlings, hello! Right on time of course” the sharp trill of Yennefer’s voice reaches you before you see her, and you notice Geralt tense slightly out of the corner of your eye as he prepares to see her for the first time in five years. Jaskier isn’t faring much better and you can feel him nervously drumming his fingers where they rest on your waist.

“Yennefer!” your smile is as warm as your voice as you see her come into view.  She’s just as beautiful as ever, her dark hair pulled up into an elaborate updo adorned with delicate diamonds, her lips painted red and her dress a long flowing gown of black and white layered chiffon.

“Y/N, oh how lovely to see you again” as she gets closer you pick up the ever so familiar scent that you’re so accustomed to, it clouds around you until it’s all there is as she pulls you in for a hug and presses a soft kiss to your cheek.

“Thank you so much for the invitation” Jaskier’s voice sounds cool on the surface and you’re sure that anyone less attuned to him wouldn’t hear the notes of anxiety playing underneath. You’d have to ask him about that later.

“Hmm, hello Yennefer” Geralt’s reaction is a little frosty, “how’s Istredd?” If she’s upset by his greeting she doesn’t let on, instead she pulls him in for a hug that he protests at first until he no longer can. 

“Oh he’s fine, thank you, not here tonight unfortunately. This” she gestures around, “isn’t really his thing. It seems like it certainly is yours though” she smiles fondly as she lets him go and he seems to have finally relaxed, settling in to stand between you and Jaskier.

She takes a step back so that she can see the three of you, “So you have a plan? I assume so or you wouldn’t be here”

“It’s a blind auction at the end of the night like usual, right? I can see the” Jaskier coughs awkwardly, “lots, and bid. Nobody knows who’s bidding, highest bidder wins?”

“I see you remember the rules, which means you’ll also remember that these two darlings will need to mingle” she smirks when she sees the scowl Jaskier is wearing at the thought of others touching what is his, “I’ll leave you to it” and with that she shoots a wink directly at you before flouncing away.

“Let’s get this over with then” Jaskier growls as he slings his arm over your shoulder protectively, his eyes boring into the faces of anyone who dares to look at you for too long, “this better go fast.”

It’s a pretty simple process the three of you have once you get started; the majority of the bidders are drunk or high out of their minds which makes it easy for you. It’s easy enough, the rich fuckers are quick enough to grab at you, sneering at you and Geralt as they ask for a test drive of the goods, and once you have them alone you pin them down- the quick draw of a blade hidden in one of your boots, the rough hand Geralt has gripping their hair and the sharp hiss of a whispered threat has loose tongues wagging in each and every one of them, yet you’re unable to recover the information you need. Not due to lack of trying, no, it seems like your intel had been wrong, nobody knew anything about Stregobor. Jaskier isn’t faring much better himself as he tries his own tactics on the other “lots”, hoping that while they’re away from the usual cruelties of such affairs and being treated with some kindness for once they might crack; although they’re eager to talk to him, none can provide any information.

You’ve made your way through roughly two thirds of the guest list by the time the bidding is called and you watch as Jaskier leaves to make his way to the auction room.

“Fucking waste of time”

“Jaskier might have found something, you never know” your voice is hopeful, “we’ll find out soon enough. Besides, it’s not been a total waste of time… You know I like watching you when you work. I promise to show you just how much the second we’re done with this”

“I suppose you’re right, not a total waste” he smiles, “I could the same to you”

“Oh don’t think I haven’t noticed, I know that’s not a gun in your pocket"

He’s about to respond, his face just in front of yours and a teasing glint in his eye but you’re interrupted by one of the event stewards ushering you towards a private room. 

“Come on, let’s go see Jaskier and we can finish our conversation there” your hands run across the bare expanse of his chest before hooking a finger through his collar and pulling him along behind you.

The second you’re through the door you’re all over each other, hands grasping onto any patch of exposed skin they can find, teeth and tongue clashing as you kiss messily, fire flooding through you both as you can finally enjoy yourselves.

“Should we wait for-”

“No he’ll be here any second”

“You’re right”

“Fuck, Geralt” you whine as he pins you against the wall, legs wrapping round his waist to pull him closer before pulling him in for another heated kiss.

“Ahem” the sound of someone clearing their throat stops you in your tracks.

“I think you’ve got the wrong room” Geralt doesn’t even turn around as he speaks, instead he keeps his focus on you.

“I’m exactly where I want to be, Geralt” you can see the confusion on his face as he gently sets you down, making sure to keep himself between you and the newcomer as best as he can as he turns to them.

“You” Geralt’s voice is measured as he takes in the figure that is most decidedly not Jaskier, and he takes a step forward as he assesses the potential threat.

“Careful there mate, don’t do anything you might regret” another silhouette appears from the doorway, one you know all too well, and you take an involuntary step towards it as though to make sure you’re not seeing things. You instinctively place yourself between Geralt and the newcomer as you really survey them, taking in the familiar features as they come into view.

“Shelley?” 

“Hello love, it’s been a while” his smirk causes Geralt to bristle behind you. 

“Where’s Jaskier?”

[ivebeenreadingandwriting]

If Lyra and Iorek were hoping for a quiet stay, they were wrong.

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It was incredibly chilling how much a city could smell so of fear, of escape, of life left halfway in that picturesque colorful landscape, yet cold and bare despite the sea waves creating a sort of contrast between the tranquility of an abandoned country and the awareness to be alone in a place so ... empty, messily chaotic for the matter.

But still empty.

The only figures to fill the calculated spaces with a triangular architecture connected to itself were the girl, her daemon, and the white bear. All three were battered with no injuries, so on this side they had been fortunate not to have suffered bodily repercussions from crossing parallel worlds. But they were hot and cold at the same time, tired and badly in need of a full night's sleep.

But caution was inherent in Lyra's footsteps: she and Pan walked a few paces ahead of Iorek, who was holding the rear guard with a skeptical, wary, unconvinced look of his surroundings. Lyra had seen him snort just before passing him with two steps, but immediately he had stretched his muzzle and through the delicate use of his teeth had pulled her back to him from the teal shirt that she still wore from Bolvangar. "Do not start walking away." he told her. Offended, Lyra turned her wild head towards him. "I wasn't! I was looking around!" she bristled, her nose wrinkled in the process. Any other human who faced him so brazenly would have ended up with his face smashed to the ground without going out of the way: but when Lyra was proving her worth, not backing down, Iorek felt his heart grow so proud. And also amused in a way, because the sight of that little face so ferocious yet still so childish brought up big smiles. But Panserbjørne don't smile, they show their affection in other ways.

And his affection was playfully snorting in her face, tickling her cheeks in the process. Lyra immediately chuckled, albeit with some annoyance, shielding her face. "stop that!" she screeched laughing. "Iorek!"

"Now listen to me. Walk beside me and don't go away." he said "if I lose sight of you, I won't have the chance to find you here."

His senses might not work as well as in their world, and if Lyra got lost, finding her would be a mess. Prevention is better than cure.

Lyra, who was stubborn but not disobedient, realized that Iorek had no intention of giving her way. Then she followed him: Iorek had the power to make her obey in the net time of five seconds, seven at the most. But because Lyra admired him so much that even just arguing as she did with Asriel seemed disrespectful to her, precisely because Iorek had great respect and admiration for the little girl he had renamed, and whom he considered as one of them. It would have been ungrateful.

Then the little girl walks cautiously next to the white bear as he gazes at his surroundings equally wary and cautious. The city was a real disaster, a slaughterhouse. Some wooden doors had been removed from the hinges, others lay on the ground ... there were writing erased on signs everywhere and childish drawings on the walls. Some shops still had clothing and food inside, but all the doors that remained were wide open.

Crates of fruit had been spilled on the ground, and apples, pears, apricots lay motionless on the roughly set stone ground. Lyra bent down to pick a few, just to understand what she was talking about. "someone must have gone in a hurry." Pan murmured as he leaned over to smell a very bad looking fruit. "It's been a while ... this stuff has gone rotten." His marten face twisted at that acrid smell. "this kind of fruit goes rotten quickly." corrected Iorek "they may have been gone for a day."

But the town was too decayed to have been abandoned for a single day. It had been uninhabited for weeks, perhaps ... difficult to understand. "what happened in this place?" Lyra wondered as she stood up and started walking next to Iorek. "maybe Asriel...?" Pan began.

"I wouldn't rule it out." Lyra responded with acidity and anger, continuing to observe the town and the sky slowly unfolding above their heads.

Something had happened in this place ... maybe people had fled for an outside attack? Iorek surveyed the walls, peering at them carefully with a critical eye. He excluded a war on his own: there were no signs of blood or marks from bullets or arrows. It was as if the city had depopulated overnight. "Lyra, can you consult the alethiometer and ask where we are?" but before Iorek could even finish, an unknown though subtle rage in Lyra railed at him briefly. "I'm not going to ask that thing anything." she growled, not looking at the Panserbjørne in his eyes. Lyra had been, more often than not, quite calm beside Iorek's presence. But now he could clearly see anger in her and frustration, clearly at Roger's death. He paused to watch her marching, her soft brown curls sitting on her shoulders and rocking with each abrupt step. "Lyra-" Pan began.

"No." she answered resolutely, her thin brows curled down threateningly as she looked at the wall beside her for signs in their language.

Not even Iorek recognized the language he saw written everywhere ... By ear it could have been Latin, but it was much less articulate and short."now we have to make our way alone." Iorek spoke calmly, "Lyra, try to be reasonable."

But the girl shook her head, lips tightly closed in a strike of silence.

And once Lyra gets stubborn like this, good luck trying to move her. Iorek gave her a nudge with his nose to make her walk "let us find a place to stay, then we shall decide what to do."

"what place?"

"It is full of empty houses, any one will do."

The house they found, which seemed quite spacious from the outside, had been closed with wooden poles stuck between the two handles of the main door. But once those were broken, the house would be accessible.

"Can you break down the door?" Lyra suggested to Iorek.

"Let's try the sweet manners for once." replied the bear, simply cutting the piece of wood in half with his index claw (thick, strong and sharp as a knife) The half-broken wood fell to the ground with a crashing sound, and automatically the dusty doors swung open sending dust in the face of the trio, who coughed and sneezed in response. "we're off to a good start ..." Lyra commented, sneezing into her arm. Pan sniffed "A dusting in here wouldn't hurt." Iorek did not deign to answer them, he just poked his head inside the house to observe the surroundings. He smelled stuffy, musty ... but the oxygen was there and seemed quite livable. He took a sniff in the air to see if there was any danger, but the way seemed clear "Come in, but do be careful." he said "don't go upstairs until I tell you."

"you say there might be someone here?"

"Do not move too fast, and do not attract attention anyway."

Whose attention, exactly? that city was empty. But without arguing and wasting their time Lyra walked in behind the bear with cautious and slow steps, coat still leaning on her shoulder and her daemon trotting behind her. Iorek now had one paw resting on the rough surface of the symmetrical stairs leading upstairs, neck tilted up and nose functioning to detect foreign odors or dangers. Lyra put her coat down on a chair, walking towards the back of the stove to see if there was any water they could carry around so as not to die of thirst, when suddenly she felt watched.

It wasn't Iorek.

It wasn't Pan.

And when a dark hand came to touch her shoulder, her nerves jumped before Iorek could even warn her of the danger. She turned with a lightning jerk, violently planted a hand in the shoulder of the one behind her and gave a shove grabbing the opposite arm of the other to keep it yanked backwards and with equal violence she sank her elbow into the back of their neck, shoving with all the force that stood straight on the surface of the table with a dull thud. Whoever it was, landing so hard on the wooden table was hurt quite badly. "Lyra!"

Before Iorek's voice could even reach her, he had already rushed to her rescue. But he had stopped immediately at the sight of a boy, at a guess much taller and stronger than her, stuck under Lyra's elbow and trying to tilt his neck to look at the one who had just landed him against a table without a precise reason. "you're hurting me!" he said in a loud, frightened voice.

Lyra had no mercy. In fact, she gritted her teeth and pushed her arm even further into the back of his neck. "so you learn to move stealthily." she growled straight into his ear.

"okay! I scared you! I'm sorry!"

"you didn't scare me! I scared you!"

Iorek had never felt more proud.

The boy spoke again. "let me go, please." he said quickly, breathing heavily. With yet another shove against the table Lyra freed him, and he hurried to get up and walk away from Lyra with his back to Iorek. And the bear was silent. "who are you?" the boy asked.

"Lyra Silvertongue."

It was the first time the new name Iorek had given her had left Lyra's mouth, and with so much pride. As if she meant 'yes, Silvertongue will forever be my name.' as the boy picked up some meanwhile fallen vase pieces, inadvertently bumping into the white mountain that was Iorek and backing away before he even got to look him in the eye "oh my god-"

"that's Iorek." Lyra replied nonchalantly while Iorek's eyes flashed in the direction of the boy, intent on fearing for his life as he swung his gaze between the girl and the bear. "Where does it come from?"

"he, not it." Lyra corrected sharply "his name is Iorek, and I'm Lyra. Are you deaf or what? Is this your house" The boy didn't seem angry, he was just confused and a little sore. You know how it is ... An unknown girl had just slammed his face against a table, and a white bear was glaring at him. "No. I'm Will." he answered, keeping a safe distance from both of them "Will Parry." he gave a tentative smile, but it was cut off quickly because Lyra was glaring at him suspiciously. At least until Pan came out from behind her, little black eyes looked at Will in surprise. "finally, someone else to talk to!" he said.

Will's eyesbrows shot up.

"and that's Pan."

The boy remained silent, total silence as he stared at Pan with wide eyes "how does he talk?"

Iorek and Lyra blinked in sync. Why did the boy seem so perplexed and surprised?

"Is this your town?"

if Pan's voice had unsettled him, Iorek's voice made him jump with fright. Hearing a bear speak in such an inquisitive way would make anyone turn white. Will opened his mouth, suddenly dry, and tried to let out a few words. Amazement stopped him, and he turned back to Lyra indicating briefly to Iorek "He talks too?" And the girl shrugged "yeah, but he doesn't talk much." She answered.

Pan began to look around the boy, while Will waved his gaze between Iorek and Pan "Talking animals ..." and a smile had made its way across his serious face. He didn't even try to reach out to caress Iorek, because he knew losing a limb would be all too easy. He then he turned to caress Pan's little head, bending over to the counter and holding out a hand.

But before she could even get close, Lyra tensed and stepped between Pan and him making a steady, threatening eye contact with him. "he's not a talking animal!" she exclaimed indignantly. "he's my daemon!"

Dæmon?

In the sense of a demon?

Will felt his brows curve down. "your what?"

The bear took a step forward from behind them, eyes pricking up. "you don't have a dæmon?" Lyra asked, looking around. "I don't see one." Pan enchoed softly, a lot more softly than Lyra.

Who was this girl? Who were the animals that accompanied her? Will shrugged gently. "I don't know what you're talking about- I don't know who you guys are, nor where you come from-" But it was at that moment that an unfriendly spark appeared in Lyra's eyes, and the girl immediately backed away. "No." she murmured, turning only to the last when she was towards the door. "Pan, Iorek, let's go." The ermine on the counter followed closely, the bear did not hesitate to go behind them leaving Will alone in the room.

"Lyra Silvertongue, wait!"

[96percentdone]

you plan to rewrite v3? do you mind talking about what you're going to change and decide to keep? you don't have to answer, i was just curious! hope you have a nice day!! uvu

I am! Got this huge document of me outlining and figuring shit out right now and everything. Because uhhh….v3 left me….disappointed and angry? Yeah. 

I can talk about it somewhat, but I don’t want to spoil a lot. Basically though I thought the build up and execution of chapter 6 was hot garbage and poorly written, and because of that, I need a new version of the game that…isn’t like that? (This got long so under the cut).

Like the ending was thematically inconsistent because we abruptly jumped to hope vs despair and reality vs fiction when the entire game up until that point was pretty clearly about truth vs lies. And then they messily tried tying it all back together in the epilogue and it doesn’t work. 

And I’ve been going through the game a lot because. special interest, and there’s not a lot of actual hints at the truth. Maybe I’m oblivious, but I’m not seeing them. They went really hard on baiting you with lies that they didn’t actually put evidence towards the truth much. Too much red herring not enough evidence if that makes sense.

And that’s not even touching on how the finale spends an exorbitant amount of time shitting on the cast and the player for getting invested and enjoying a game. It’s very meanspirited. I like meta shit. It can be done well, but….that wasn’t. 

So because chapter 6 has to go, all the shit leading up to it has to go. Whole new game man. New twists, new reveals, new murders–the whole shebang. 

And there’s just other things I wasn’t happy with. The mastermind was wasted potential because the game didn’t bother developing them until they were revealed, even though they were with us the entire time. That’s a gut punch betrayal opportunity that was sorely missed out on. Also she gets caught on pretty flimsy evidence. Solid case to exonerate Akamatsu, not solid to convict the mastermind.

Speaking of Akamatsu? Wasted like twice. She’s killed off fucking immediately, and then they don’t even stick with the cool murder protag thing they did so like there was no point! She ended up just for Saihara’s manpain and I just–no. So I’m not wasting Akamatsu. She gets to be protagonist with Saihara in my rewrite.

And Iruma and Yonaga have….bad writing. Lot of sexist shit going on there, and some racist shit for Yonaga too so….no more of that. Iruma isn’t going to be the fanservice girl for grown men to get off to. She’s 15/16. Why was there a nonstop debate where she gets off. What the fuck. And Yonaga is written to be the “scary sexy exotic girl~~~” and they gave her a cult that has blood sacrifices. and I just. Maybe it’s meant to be bad tropes because team dr wrote her that way for entertainment but…it’s bad. it’s just bad. None of that either. 

Also no incest. I gotta draw a fucking line at incest. You know what this is about. 

Basically a lot is getting changed, but a lot is staying the same. Most characters are entirely unaltered, and the ones who I’m changing aren’t going to be fundamentally different. Just. Less bad writing with them. Probably not perfect writing, because I’m by no means perfect, but…yeah. 

NDRv3 was a game of wasted potential for me. There’s so much in there that was interesting and good and they just…wasted it all. So I want to rewrite it to see that potential be used better. I’m not saying I’m a better writer than an entire staff of people. I very well might not be. I’m kinda an amateur–but I really want to see this game done differently and not wasting so many cool concepts and things so…I’ll try my hand at it myself. 

Also uh people who liked v3′s ending and the writing: I don’t care. Don’t try to sell me it, or convince me that I’m wrong– I don’t care. I really don’t. This is just how I feel, and why I’ve decided to try this.