#and an extremely rough draft of day 2

[mj-iza-writer]

I have way too many stories being written right now, but I don't want this idea to go to waste. I give it to the whumpeverse to see if anything becomes of it. So have fun.

Whumpee is trapped under a curse by Whumper, who is an extremely powerful and evil sorcerer.

Whumpee is completely frozen in time. Their body doesn't function at all. They don't need to eat, sleep, or use the bathroom. They only sit, as motionless as a statue.

Whumper even has them behind glass. A display of their power to both friend and enemy.

Whumpee still breaths. A very small vent in the glass gives them oxygen. They can still smell food being cooked. They wish they could taste food again.

The lights dim. It's night. Whumpee can see the night sky. How they wish they could sleep again.

Or on sunny days. The sun is almost able to reach them. They wish to feel it again.

Their mind is still there. They are trapped inside it. It's torture for them. They have no breaks. Constantly thinking... internally screaming for help.

Whumper opens the glass to dust off Whumpee. They do it a few times a year.

Whumpee hates it, and doesn't understand why they crave their touch.

Whumper smirks as they look up and see a single tear sliding down Whumpee's face.

"TSK, none of that dear. Statues don't cry", Whumper roughly thumbs the tear away.

Whumpee watches as the glass closes again.

They are left alone once again.

Possible scenarios I've also considered.

1. Whumper gets killed. Whumpee is found in the castle or wherever. They think it's a statue until someone goes to move it.

2. Whumper is killed. No one comes to find Whumpee. They sit and watch the building detereate around them. How long until something falls on top of them?

3. Caretaker kills Whumper, but the curse is still there. Caretaker now has to find a way to help Whumpee. Do they know each other or are they strangers?

4. Caretaker is able to find a sorcerer to help remove the curse. Caretaker cares for Whumpee's body while the sorcerer studies to find the right antidote. Whumpee receives baths. Cuddles. Massages. Caretaker reads to them and talks to them so gingerly.

5. Whumper is dead. Whumpee is free. Their magic is gone. But, that same magic that held Whumpee also kept the building up. Whumpee can move, but not well enough. The building is crumbling around them. Whumpee is dragging themself out.

6. Caretaker saves Whumpee. The curse is gone. Whumpee is able to tell Caretaker everything that they've wanted to do since being imprisoned. Caretaker hurries to start fulfilling those wishes.

Of course, this is just rough draft stuff. I would really love to see what others could do with this.

[lovekabaneri]

Hot Rod and the Lost Light in TF Mecha AU

Inspired by @keferon 's Mech Pilot Jazz AU and all the other fics shared here and on ao3, plus some really good ideas and fanart!

I was really inspired after reading the Hot Rod and Lost Light posts, where he's a titan and Roddy is just... this tiny speck of a human next to the titan, yet they somehow connect! So I wrote this! These are just rough drafts and ideas I have in my head for now. Will see if I write more on them.

-Richie Torres or Hot Rod, as he preferred to be called, was a hyperactive kid from the very beginning. He always seemed to be running at 110% to the dismay of his parents whenever they had to get him to bed. Before the invasion, he dreamed to be an athlete, then a doctor like in those medical dramas, then a fighter jet pilot, then to be a pirate or a sailor, then an astronaut, basically every profession that seemed to be action-packed and interesting. When the aliens arrived and the mech program started, it was like something in his mind clicked “This it what I want to do! This is the right thing for me!” and he knew what he wanted to work as. He became a volunteer at 21, then became an official pilot at 23 after 2 years of training and prep for a Neurolink implant. His first connection was overwhelming and he got a serious nosebleed after he was done but for the first time he felt like he found somewhere where he fits. His second time is much better and he’s a natural pilot. Then he gets to an actual battlefield after the test period he had to do to see if his brain would not turn to mush, and he somehow makes his mech catch on fire, the next time it repeats, again and again but he always gets out fine. Everyone is baffled because there shouldn’t even be anything to combust like that in a robot that was mostly metal. They can’t deny his results though, so they start building a custom mech, covered with as much fire-resistant material, then they start adding multiple exhaust pipes and vents to deal with the overheating, then metal rods and ports to expel even more of the heat. Eventually being on fire becomes Hot Rod’s thing, hence how he got the nickname, because his mech was fire and literally the only mech in the US force that used superheated air and fire to roast the aliens on the battlefield.

-He and Jazz become bffs as they both are natural at driving their mechs like it is a second skin, they both like music and sports, they both hate and fear Shockwave and are just bros that like vibing together. When Jazz is lost in space, Hot Rod is pissed and makes in HR’s problem, so he’s put on a short leave to ‘cool off’, like he could ever cool off! He takes out his frustration through training, fighting aliens even more aggressively and going out on extreme climbing.

-After a really bad week, troubles with the superiors, reports, pr stunts, photoshoots, seeing First Aid pulled out panicked and bleeding out of Vortex after the las surprise invasion where the haunted mech was almost smashed and forced to retreat, Hot Rod had to let off all the steam or he felt like his mech would spontaneously combust when he links again. He takes a few days off with permission and a note from Ratchet. Despite being retired, the old doc was still on call in emergencies and in Hot Rod’s phone, so he really owed one to the grumpy medic. Roddy goes hiking alone in the mountains, since he just needed time away from people. He likes things extreme, so after setting up camp, he goes climbing up the cliffs – it is steep, it is dangerous and he’s all alone, so he’s screwed if something happens to him but he doesn’t care, he just needed to let all the pent-up energy out. He’s pretty high up and away from any of the hiking trails or usual climbing spots when he slips and his handhold breaks off. He falls down a crevice and the only reason he’s not dead is the safety rope that was holding by literally the very last pin after he plummeted down. He’s scratched and a bit banged up but alive. He tries to get back up but the friction against the sharp rocks caused his rope to start breaking, so Hot Rod is forced to quickly find a stable place to stand, so he doesn’t fall and die. He’s all alone, in a crevasse between the rocks, sitting on a small ledge, barely big enough to hold him. He has to get out but his phone doesn’t have signal and he barely had any food or water to last him until someone might find him, if he was ever found.

-He decides to risk it and using his surviving gear and rock-climbing skills, he continues on, looking for a way out of this giant crack in the rocky mountain. As he goes further, he notices the crevasse actually has a flat bottom and it leads to some cave. It was too steep and risky to climb up, hence why he got low enough to see the bottom, but when he touches the ground with his feet, he feels a shiver/shock and almost like a breeze. He doesn’t know what but something from further in is calling him, he’s compelled to go further. He ends up in a large cave system, hidden until now from humans, and then, lodged within the rocks and dirt is an absolutely massive alien ship, the biggest Hot Rod has ever seen, (since until then aliens just opened portals or at most sent drones) bigger than the mech hangar at base, probably! He was scared but also awed by the sight. He was in wonder how such a ship was hidden from humanity for so long, how many millennia was this ship buried there? He approached the odd, slightly blocky, white alien ship, he notices some odd, faded letters he didn’t recognize on the side, done with red paint along with a face-shaped symbol that had to be some emblem. The ship was a bit of a wreck and obviously no one had been there in a long time, hence why he strode in so confidently, everything was dark and he had to use a flashlight. The halls, the doors, the items inside were all massive, it was big enough for mechs to casually walk through. “Are all aliens just giants?! Why did we get the short stick?!” – he says to himself.

-Hot Rod wanders for a long time, the ship was that massive, when he stumbles into a circular room after deciding to crawl through a vent, he was also a bit lost, it is mostly empty with some chairs and odd devices but he felt something different inside. It was like the air itself was charged with some energy. (It is the Lost Light’s control room but he doesn’t know that, yet!) He feels his hair stand up, like with static electricity and the feeling kept getting stronger as he got closer to the platform in the middle. He is curious and decides to climb up on the platform and walk around, maybe touch something. It is then that he places two hands on the metal below and he feels like a shock has run through his system. Suddenly the humm in the air becomes louder, lights start to flicker and slowly come to life, the whole ship seems to almost be groaning as the systems boot up. There’s almost a *thrum-thrumm* sound just ECHOING through the whole place. Hot Rod’s reaction is panic and “OH SHIT!” and he just jumps off and runs back. [sjnha…HHJsaonxc nc?] some gibberish sounds from somewhere above and Hot Rod just books it out of there as fast as he can, and he actually finds his way out too easily. Somehow, in his panic, he also found a way out of the cave, which was narrow and well-hidden in the forest between a few trees. He goes back to his camp and goes back to his home right after that. But even days later he can’t stop but think of the strange alien ship, there’s also this… warm, buzzing feeling in his chest, somewhere and he realized that it just FEELS RIGHT!

-Lost Light was a titan and a ship, its crew was part of the Autobots and helped fight for the cause but after an incident, it went MIA, thought to have been destroyed, along with its crew and previous captain and Cityspeaker – Rodimus Prime. But it actually was not destroyed, it crashed on Earth a few million years ago and was simply dormant after the shock caused by Rodimus’ offlining. BUT! The Lost Light woke up! He felt the connection! His processor was booting up and even if all his systems were not yet online and he was damaged and his nanites would need a while to repair him to a completely functional state, he was alive and woke up! His processor was jumpstarted when he felt that old connection light up with energy and life, just like when Rodimus connected with him! It felt like a dream or was this just his imagination? Was the captain really alive?! His systems were still booting up when he felt that small, bright, blazing spot in his control room jolt and run off somewhere [Captain… is that you?]  he asked but the spark didn’t stop, it continued moving, the Lost Light just opened a few doors to one of his entrances. He couldn’t do much more but to observe as his Cityspeaker left in a hurry, he wanted to follow but he was damaged and couldn’t move, even if he desperately wanted the captain back. The only thing that assured him it was not a dream or a glitch was the fact he still felt the connection with his captain with his spark and knew that wherever the captain was, he was alright.

-Hot Rod can now dream of the Lost Light and sometimes communicates with him in his sleep through their connection, playing off some ‘human technically have EM fields’ and a bit of reincarnation stuff, but thinks it is a dream, until Jazz comes back and/or he finds out Ratchet has alien robot roommate? He tells them he found an alien ship and that maybe they can use it to get back home when the government goes after them after Jazz saves Prowl.

-Shockwave makes deal with the Quintessons, since he’s crazy and has no morals, only science and their offer was better than the army’s. He takes control over the mechs and pilots through the link. Vortex and First Aid try and escape the dream together. Ratchet and Drift along with the rest of the staff organize a rescue. Jazz and Prowl manage to save themselves and go help. Eventually, First Aid and Vortex bruteforce their way out but Vortex will miss having hand after waking up. Hot Rod is trapped and panicking, the Lost Light feels it and the titan has had enough, so the Lost Light flies out of the cave with the grace of a giant alien ship and goes to save his Cityspeaker, because he just found the Captain and he was not losing him again! Needless to say, everyone is shocked, including the bots when the ship flies in and slams into one of the Quintesson ships flying overhead, then transforms into a giant robot. “There were still titans out there?!” – one of the bots asks in shock, since they all thought all titans were gone. Hot Rod is saved and the other pilots are freed from Shockwave’s control. Hot Rod finally sees the Lost Light in person while in his robot mode and Hot Rod is just… this tiny speck on the titan’s finger, but he immediately knows what to do, goes in and with the help of the Lost Light, they fight off the invading Quint fleet.

-Not sure if Roddy and Jazz would be Avatar-ed together or not but it would be cool idea and Rodimus Prime returning from the dead and reincarnation was something I really enjoyed! Jazz just has to be able to stay with Prowl forever, plus I liked the idea of him becoming a cybertronian in the end, so with some Allspark/Space alien magic mumbo jumbo and boom! You got a couple of brave, selfless humans being cybertronians! Jazz for sure would get injured in the final battle and almost die before becoming a bot.

[cimmerian1275]

Some Dragonfruit AU Headcanons and ideas, there was a whole 2 hour discussion in the Shellcord server brainstorming this AU and i collected a bunch of really neat notes for it!

A bit about it so far:

Raph: Hes biggest, the scaliest, the spikey guy, hes like a giant terrestrial western dragon-shaped dog <3 He has massive wings that he 100% uses as shields for his brothers, i gave him 4 wings just to make that happen. Hes absolutely the toughest out of all the brothers, and because of that his wings and scales have seen some rough times with tears and chips in them.

Like Leo hes capable of flying, but it took him many more years before his wings actually grew big enough and strong enough for him to actually take flight.

His diamond-shaped scales are similar rubies and they continuously grow and shed, sometimes he chomps down on them like theyre edible crystal snacks xD

Mikey often makes little gem inspired trinkets to hang on his horns or braid into the long fur down his spine (<- Leo is the best at braiding fur/hair, Mikey often puppy-eyes Leo into braiding his)

Raph is a cold-blooded dragon, but unlike Mikey he cant generate his own body heat without outside influence. He often yoinks his brothers (most likely Mikey) to warm himself up on a cold day.

Donnie: Hes a warm-blooded lung/western dragon, semi-aquatic, and extremely flexible and long. His skin, eyesight and ears are the most sensitive out of the brothers, and hes overall more susceptible to dehydration.

He is extremely good at swimming, kind of like hes just a giant otter. He's capable of holding his breath for over an hour.

Like Mikey, he cant fly and has no wings, but that doesnt stop him!! He was quick to draft up concepts for mechanical wings that would let him take to the skies aswell. He was extremely jealous of Leo and his bragging when it came to flying, and didnt want to be left behind when Raph eventually began flying too.

It took years of trial and error but he eventually created his own mechanical wings, inspired by birds (He will never admit to Leo that the true inspiration for the mech wings was actually Leos own wings)

With his flexible dragon noodliness, hes almost immune to fall damage (but there are limits).

Leo: Like Donnie, hes a warm-blooded noodle of a dragon. Very lithe and long, he is also the only dragon out of them all with FEATHERS! The crest of feathers down his spine is very expressive and often gives away his emotions (whether its intentional or not we shall never know...) it also adds to his dramatic body language.

He was the first to fly, his feathered wings grew in exceptionally fast and because of his hollow bones and light weight it was pretty easy for him to get started.

He absolutely hates his baby photos, that growing period when his feathers were just beginning to come in was not a good time for his looks...

Despite being a bird-like dragon, he is very fond of water (think of cormorants and kingfishers) His feathers are water resistant and he is surprisingly great at swimming!

Hes the best at singing (second to April though) Leo is also freakily talented at mimicking various sounds (with lots of practice ofc), he pranks Donnie when he mimics the sound of his alarms/notifications (Donnie has had to change those SO many times xD)

Leos eyesight is the sharpest, he can see the furthest out of the brothers.

Mikey: Very similar to a cat, hes a cold-blooded drake with a fluffy mane and a long prehensile tail.

He is a small but mighty little dragon.

Mikey is the only dragon capable of breathing fire (or having any sort of breath weapon at all) and because of that, his body temperature runs fairly high.

His fire breath isnt that strong (no one would be safe if it WAS-) but he uses it for cooking or as a light source when exploring somewhere dark. He also shoots sparks when he sneezes or coughs.

Despite Donnie and Leo being warm-blooded dragons and not needing external sources of heat as much like Raph, they still love borrowing him as their dragon shaped hot water bottle <3

Like Donnie, he doesnt have wings and cannot fly (YET!) so he rides on his brothers. His brothers often fight over who gets to carry him (usually Raph or Donnie win), his prehensile tail makes it easier for him have a good grip to stay on their shoulders.

Eventually (in the kinda distant future) his mystic powers surface and hes able to harness those to float, and eventually fly.

——————

Extras!:

They each smell like a different fruit: Mikey is citric, Raph is cherry/berries, Donnie is bananas, Leo is mangos/pineapples (April loves to pet them, and then sniff her hand xD)

Mikey and Leo mess with everyones tails, especially the tuft of fur at the end of Donnies, they struggle to resist the urge to pounce on it

They all purr and love scritches

They got taught to pretend to be/act like cats or dogs when they were younger if theyre ever spotted on the surface by humans (it doesnt work so much when they got older, too big)

They call their finishing group attack/move the 'fruit punch!'

April mistook Mikey and Donnie for 'exotic weird looking cats' when she first stumbled across them

She names Donnie Fluffy and the only reason she figures out theyre not actually weird cats but talking sentient DRAGONS... is because when she meets Donnie and names him, he gets so offended that he has to correct it

Whenever theyre arguing over who gets to carry Mikey, Donnie often says: "i will carry him because unlike yours, my wings wont tire out" (tech wings for the win)

Mikey and Leo keep Leos shed feathers, Mikey loves asking for them and keeping them for art projects

When Leo is asked why they shed he loves to say “i forgot to cherish them”

Mikey loves to paint/dye everyones scales and fur

Leo and Donnie have venomous spit (the family quickly built up immunity to it because the twins were massive biters when they were younger, and still are)

Donnie has real eyebrows

Everyone but Leo has great night vision

Mikey is the only one who doesnt like water

(Close to the time they meet April) Mikey, when their closer with April, gives her a little charm she puts on her jacket, and it's a fruit of course (a dragonfruit) Leo suggests the fruit name as a joke because he thinks its so funny that theyre dragons and that theres a fruit that exists named after them <- Leo says "a dragon fruit" and in his mind hes imagining a pear with wings, cue his shock when he sees an actual dragonfruit (he laughs at it for weeks)

[ja-lin]

Hello, I'm still working on this and I'll see it to the end no matter how long it takes. Sooooo, I had a huge months long writing block, it was so huge it took a while to figure how to get over it. But I broke the block and finished writing the rough drafts for the remaining episodes in Ripley's season 1.

It's extremely difficult to make up a brand new story for a character we barely have information on. And I'm a bit worried about figuring out season 2, 3, 4, then somehow connecting everything in a smooth story...but one thing at a time. I hope I can figure those out to write those and complete a full fanfic route for a character.

I finished coding and editing episode 4. Just have to finish the main drawing. Enjoy some out of context screenshots above. I'll announce in a couple days when the finished version is out. Hope ya all are as excited as I am to get this going again. :-)

My visual novel fanfics are here: nightofsin.itch.io

[kazuhahalol]

waiter, waiter! more (romantic maybe??) yelena (AOT) headcanons pleek! *i scream at the top of my lungs, clutching my chest as the rain pours down heavily.* (pretty please and thankuu)

▹Yelena headcanons P.2 ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི₊ ⊹

Ohemgee I am sooo sorry this took me so long to write. I’ve literally been so busy and my phone is all busted up, but I’m making sure I get all of my drafts and requests done! Thank you for requesting! It made me giggle very much.

TW: NSFW headcanons ahead

masterlist

⇀ Yelena lies so much that you become paranoid that the most simple thing she told you could be a fib. She could say, “I painted a wall yesterday”, and you wouldn’t know if she was telling the truth after seeing how she completely played Eren and the others, lying right in front of their faces.

⇀ She doesn’t like anything romantic. Sure, the two of you have your moments where you kiss or make love, but she wouldn’t take you out on a date or do something big that catches other people’s attention. She’ll do small things like pick up a drink you mentioned you like or pull the blanket over you when you fall asleep on the couch.

⇀ Has hit her head on doorframes before and gets mad because she always reminds herself to duck down but always forgets. Maybe if you move her bangs, there will be a dent there…

⇀ Her favorite color is dark green.

⇀ Hates PDA. That goes for you guys and other couples.

⇀ It’s no secret that Yelena keeps to herself. She’s a quiet and calculating individual. However, whenever she gets home after a long day is a different story. She’ll sit there angrily ranting about shit that happened that day. Whether it’s Zeke or Eren completely disregarding her plans, the stupidity of her comrades that fail to do simple tasks, or small things like how her shirt got caught in the door handle. You could be washing the dishes, folding clothes, or cooking and she’d be somewhere else in the room ranting about her horrible day describing the experience with colorful and violent words, but you don’t mind because this is the only time you see her so passionate about something that isn’t about Zeke.

⇀ She doesn’t like being touched. She was bullied a lot growing up due to her rather…odd personality. The only touch she knew was getting hit at home or by her peers. It’s no different now that she’s an adult. The only difference is that she doesn’t care if people think she’s weird because she can take care of herself now. She was surprised when you touched her, but it didn’t hurt. The first time you did was patting her shoulder in support. She had become accustomed to your touch and didn’t mind when you touched her. However, she glares at anyone else who attempts to simply because they are not you.

Nsfw beyond this point

⇀ All for role and foreplay. Doesn’t care about aftercare.

⇀ Oh, she’s the top for sure. There’s no fighting it. If you even try to be the dominant one she’ll just laugh in your face.

⇀ Yelena doesn’t like it when the sex is slow or too passionate. She likes it rough. She would establish a safe word for you and when the pleasure is too much, she’ll refuse to comply if you say it. She likes to watch how you fall apart beneath her. She’ll stop if it becomes too much for you. She’s your girlfriend, not a monster.

⇀ She compliments you at times but sometimes her compliments are extremely backhanded. “You’re smarter than you look”, “You’ve got a decent head on your shoulders. Shame about the rest of you” (a teacher actually told me that not long ago).

⇀ She’s quiet during sex. No moans of whimpers. Only groans and silent curses.

⇀ Makes it her life mission for you to finish first every single time. She refuses to let you have that much power over her.

⇀ She loves it when you beg, but she loves it even more when you willingly comply.

[ofmermaidstories]

Hello merms,

Quick question. I need some advice.

In the middle of planning a fic I am working on for the jjk fandom but I find myself a little overwhelmed.

I know that writing is the end all and be all but I was wondering what your planning process is?

How do you research for your works? Do you refer to your research often?

And what do you come out with at the end of a planning session?

I know I cannot write up a full chapter just after the planning. Do you have notes or bullet points detailing or skeletal of what the plot is going to be?

you absolutely can write up a full chapter just after planning. you can do whatever you want and whatever feels right, fer. 😌 there’s literally no right or wrong with this, we’re all going to have completely different approaches to writing bc we’re all completely different people. my own planning tends to be pretty extreme—i wouldn’t necessarily recommend it, tbh, especially if you’re already feeling a little boxed in about how to approach things. but maybe breaking your idea down into stages will help!!

essentially what i do is build up my idea in stages. 1) i get an idea, 2) throw some adjoining ideas for it at a wall to see what sticks 3) tidy things up into a rough outline 4) refine into a tighter outline 5) write the fic proper. Stages 1+2 are loosey goosey lmao, it’s just that like, free-for-all fun of being like “OMG i have an idea” and then the quick-grab brainstorming of pieces that’ll make it stronger. Stage 3 is more intentional, like, bullet points come into play, I start to move things around in a timeline—if there’s things that i need to research (places or things or whatever) then i’ll do that here. How I research depends on the topic—sometimes i’ll refer to proper references, sometimes it’s more casual like just asking other people about their experiences lmao. But either way the end result of whatever I’ve learnt is the same: it gets chucked unceremoniously into my outline, where appropriate (like if it’s being experienced by our Main Character), and referred to as I’m covering that part. Sometimes I make seperate notes—but I don’t tend to hover back and forth to them, because most of the time like, I’ve kinda already absorbed the important parts when I was obsessively learning about it, or whatever, LOL.

Stage 4 is probably the most subjective, tbh, bc by stage 3 I have the entirety of the fic in bullet point form—in Stage 4 i refine those bullet points into what’s essentially a rough draft of the fic chapter by chapter, like so:

Stage 5 takes the longest, because it’s the proper writing—I take what I refined in stage 4 and write the chapter proper, so that we end up with something like this:

i don’t do all the stages at once. i wish i did bc then i would wipe the floor with literally everyone forever lmfao, but they all take varying levels of energy/insanity, and sometimes ya girl here likes to lay face down in her pillows and not move for seventeen hours a pop. 😎💅🏽 when we start moving like a human being again, things might go like: i breeze through stages 1+2, start stage 3 if i’m really excited, sit on that for the first few days or week or so, and then eventually when i feel confident that the idea is sticking, move into stage 4 where i start to treat things seriously (ie, i sit there and work on it like it’s a proper project as opposed to me screaming at my friends). by stage 4, if i’ve done my job correctly, i’m straining at the leash to properly write—so once i’ve got the groundwork down i go for it. 🐎

i say this in the first post i linked, but i approach things in this way bc i like taking the ideas or whatever seriously—i have fun with each of these stages, i take my time with them deliberately because of that. its not a method compatible with instant gratification: it’s very much a system that relies on you finding your own fun in the process, for better or worse. my outlines are intensive because i need them to be, it’s the bones and flesh of the friend i am building myself, one i can pour my excitement about this project into, because the only one who cares about my ideas is me, LOL. i’m also a very slow writer, so doing things this way is like… reassurance, LOL. it’s okay that i take ages to do any one thing, because a lot goes into it, etc etc so forth and so on.

this hasn’t been advice, this has just been me telling you what i do. my actual advice, fer, for you specifically, is to make your notes for your research, hum over your idea for a little, maybe, give yourself some bullet points or whatnot if you need them—and then indeed just write that chapter. :) don’t psyche yourself out of having fun!!! just go for it!!!!!!! starting is the hardest part—so just start ferby. 🩷 everything will fall into place from there.

[kevin-the-bruyne]

no but THK cast foursome fic where they keep daring each other to do wilder and wilder stuff until it ends in straight up sex because they ARE insufferable like that.

pretty please?

oh man i started writing this for you i just remembered and I dont even know if you're still here but I really struggled with how it should end. i dont know im stuck between first getting really jealous and halting the night early or getting goaded into going back to khaotung's shiny new house and getting down and dirty about it

Anyway you get a fic AND a poll:

[FirstKhaotung + JoongDunk; PG:13]

“P’Fiiiiiirrrr~~~~~~~”

Joong says in a honeyed little whine as he swings to take the seat next to him, his arm slinging around First’s shoulder. He just finished singing some current top 10 pop song that First hasn’t even gotten around to hearing before tonight. They’ve been generous with drinks tonight, it’s been a while since all four of them were free of a morning schedule and the atmosphere is amped with an excitement that’s been building the whole night. There’s a glint in Joong’s eyes and he’s smiling wide, showing all his teeth. First doesn’t know what is going to come out of Joong’s mouth next but he does know that 1) it will be an outrageous question and 2) the answer should be a resounding “No!” 

“Wanna play truth and dare?”

Joong is drunk, he smells more like the sickly sweet corn syrup of his chaser than alcohol but the way he’s picking at First’s collar only underscores his initial misgivings. But before First can say anything, Dunk bangs loudly on the table and Khaotung cheers and saunters over to where Joong and First are huddled.

“That’s a gre~~~attt idea, right?” Khaotung sits on the other side of First, sandwiching him in but also somehow managing to drape himself across First’s lap to hug Joong’s shoulder, “Nong Joong you only have - what was it you said the other day? - oh yeah! Big brained ideas, Nong Joong only has the biggest brain ideas.” Khaotung stretches his arms out wide when he says ‘big’ the second time, only misses smacking First and Joong because they both duck. Khaotung wobbles when his gesture throws him off balance from the precarious perch he’s put himself on.

“I think we’ve had enough fun for tonight.” First says, he puts his hand on Khaotung’s back to steady him, “Don’t you?”

Khaotung sticks his tongue out and blows a raspberry at him while the rest boo loudly.

“C’mon, P’Fir. Don’t leave, we won’t have a chance like this for a while.”

The schedule for the next two months he’s been handed yesterday was rough. And the first draft is usually the relaxed version, First doesn’t know the next time he’ll have a weekend or be able to sleep in past 6 am. But Joong didn’t have to win him over with logic because in the next moment Khaotung says, “Let’s play, na Fir?”

“Do it properly! Do it properly!” Joong yells at the room and then somehow he and Dunk manage to co-ordinate a little chorus of, “Let’s play na P’Fiiiiir~~~~”

Khaotung is laughing with his whole face, eyes little more than crescent lines, he’s still sitting a little too close to First for what he does next; wraps a hand around First’s nape so that their faces are uncomfortably close, “Let’s play.”  And god. Forget Joong and Dunk - Khaotung is drunk. And drunk Khaotung only knows how to cheat, “na? P’Fir?” He says with a little tilt of his head.

*

Three more drinks into the night and everything starts feeling like a great idea. Thus far they have had several extremely enjoyable rounds which involved letting Joong take pictures of him with his fingers up his nose, singing modern songs in old school ballad style which Joong seemed proficient at and that Dunk seemed to know, simply wanting to show off when he gave him that dare. There were also several ill advised beer combos, Dunk had looked genuinely green after drinking his with mayonnaise, and Khaotung hiding his face as he shyly admits that there are things from the THK script he’s curious about trying out in real life.

Also, Joong is stripped down to his inner white tank, the least amount of clothes he’s legally allowed to wear in a karaoke bar which First only assumes is part of a dare since he’d gone to the bathroom and just come back to the room to find him looking like that. What First didn’t realize was that they were shifting gears into the middle school girls’ sleepover portion of the night. So First is not expecting it when Dunk looks at him and says, “Kiss the one you want, of the three of us.” And then taps his lips to make sure that First knows what he means by kiss.

First rolls his eyes, mutters a little ‘easy’ before he leans into Khaotung’s personal space just for a moment, as familiar with it as though it were his own, for the quickest little peck. Khaotung doesn’t reciprocate so much as he just lets it happen. There’s a pleased smile on his face though which makes First think that if he’d gone in for a longer kiss Khaotung would let him do that too. 

It’s an oddly comforting thought.

[littlest-bugz]

Relapsing is a part of healing

[one systems perspective on relapsing during Resolution/late stage DID recovery.]

This post has been cooking in my drafts for a while, but since I'm back in a headspace where I would consider myself back in Resolution, I'm comfortable talking about this. I'm airing out my dirty laundry quite a bit in this post, but the reason I'm making this post is because of the fact I don't see many late stage recovery systems talk about relapsing back into dissociation and other CDD symptoms. I'm here to say it's totally okay and a part of healing. I don't know who needs to hear that, but I definitely did. I didn't hear it until i was in therapy.

A couple of months ago [when I was initially writing this post], I went through a series of traumatic events, including little over 3 weeks of reoccurring flashbacks due to a re-traumatizing situation. I have lovingly dubbed it 'the three weeks of hell'. There was more than just that, including 2 explosive breakdowns, where I just couldn't handle all the input I was getting with what all was going on. I was a whole wreck for a moment there, that's for sure. THANKFULLY, we only split off a one new alter after everything, which is healing progress, but it meant an increase in blackout amnesia in our day to day life, let alone the dissociation it was causing the system as a whole, nearly putting us back at step one of recovery.

The moment I noticed the blackout amnesia and increase in DID symptoms, I started thinking I had ruined any progress I could've possibly made. It felt like I had taken ten steps forward and then tumbled down the stairs. I never got to process the trauma as it just began to pile on, and eventually I popped in probably the worst explosive breakdown I've EVER had- my fight or flight kicked in and for gods know what reason, my brain chose fight. But that breakdown had solidified that 'fuck, I'm getting worse again' mentality I had going on. Everyone I knew seemed to 'keep it together' during rough times, so why couldn't I?

So that brought me to this post.

I wondered why I don't see talk of relapse in Late Stage Recovery spaces, let alone general CDD spaces. I figure, in my mind, that it's because it just isn't talked about. At least, not frequently. In the space I have curated for myself, I see a lot of fellow late stage recovery systems and finally fused systems, but everyone seems to not have relapsed at any point. Granted, this is the internet, and people show what they want others to see, but I felt ashamed for a good while that I had relapsed back into the amnesiac aspects of my dissociation. I didn't feel like I could call the stage of healing I am in 'late stage recovery'. But that's just. not true. I still am. My healing is ongoing, and I was able to resolve it.

In recovery for many disorders, relapses are, inherently, a part of the process of healing. Symptoms resurfacing is, to some extent, part of healing. Everyone is bound to have slip ups and rough times, and if your go to coping mechanism is dissociation [in CDDs cases], it's possible that you might slip back into those maladaptive mechanisms due to the stress of life happenings, but that's okay. What is needed is to learn the proper coping skills to deal with that stress, but it can be extremely hard to unlearn maladaptive coping skills and make turning towards healthy ones a default. Relapsing gives you the time to reinforce and build up what skills you do have.

When the three weeks of hell was occurring, I didn't exactly have the coping skills necessary to keep on with life, and any I did have, they were not 'automatic' enough. On top of that, my therapist was conveniently out of office for those three weeks. It did give me the time to make my skills stronger. Of course, I felt terrible about it but Relapsing is okay. As long as you learn how to deal with the stress and trauma, that's what matters. I'm still learning how to properly cope with everything that happened during those weeks, to be blunt, but I have gained a grasp on Resolution pretty quickly afterwards. I don't think it would've been possible to recover so easily had I not been in late stage recovery, and like I said before, it helped reinforce my coping skill box, making them stronger and much easier to recall. I definitely would say that relapsing was a part of my healing. Didn't feel good, but it became a huge factor in how we cope day to day.

TLDR; Relapsing during Resolution [Functional Multiplicity/Final fusion] is a part of recovery itself.

[project-doomsday]

DD Progress/Updates 21

Hello everyone!!! It’s me EMatooney back at it again with mooooooorreeeee stuff!! Happy 4th of July!! 🎆🎇 Even tho it isn’t right now at the time of posting this but eh close enough!!

Besides all that I have an extremely wonderful, WONDERFUL news!

Introducing my newest team member @edgy-artkid!!!

I cannot express how happy this makes me to have a member working on this project!! Since the beginning this dude has always supported me and I will always always be thankful for that!! I am touched from the bottom of my heart!!! 🥹🥹🥹 Thank you so much @edgy-artkid and welcome to the team!!! Make sure you support him!!

Edgy and I will start working together after I have already released pages 13 - 16. I’ll be in charge of the rough drafts and line art while Edgy will be in charge of the coloring. After that, I’ll top it all off with the rendering!!!

Speaking of pages, progress is slow but definitely steady! Dib is halfway colored in now! After that I’ll begin the background art. I’m sure now that I have a new member things will definitely go much more smoothly! I’m so excited!!! Watch us fly, mama!!!! 🤣🤣

Anyways, I know I just said this but I’m truly grateful to have someone work with me. If you spoke to me 2 years ago that I’ll be getting popular AND getting a team member I would’ve thought you were crazy!! And now look, just look at how far I’ve come!! I know this might be silly but to me? This means everything. I’ve had dreams about this and it’s finally come true. I must be the happiest person on earth right now.

This is why you must never give up on your dreams. If you fight and continue doing the things you love and put a lot of effort into it it’s guaranteed to come true! It may take a long time, it may take a day! But it will come as long as you have faith in yourself and the pride that you have for the things you love. I promise.

Thank you all again for sticking with me! Let’s give a huge applause for @edgy-artkid!!!

With all my love,

- EMatooney ❤️❤️❤️

[karoiseka]

🍓 for the thing

🍓 ⇢ how did you get into writing fanfiction?

Well, in general, I started fairly early. In 10th grade, we had a huge push for creative writing, and writing fiction in general, and the entire AP class was centered around how to write various drafts, how to edit (we had to edit friends/classmates works as well as our own), and turn in complete "packets" of our work in 3-4 drafts that were taught out. (.... i might actually still HAVE some of this stuff in the basement, almost 30 years later....)

I'm still amused about this, because the teacher absolutely had *zero qualms* about us writing in essence, fanfiction for these works. In fact, she almost encouraged it if it meant we were going to write more. So in addition to helping write a chapter for a group project that my Star Wars TTRPG GM and her sister/co-player worked on, I ended up writing a multi-chapter, extremely cringe self+friends (our names "artfully" changed or turned "fantasy" with all our crushes as love interests...) inserted into Lackey's Valdemar (albeit extremely AU, and I have no idea where I was going with plot). I had no idea about her FF rules back in the 90s honestly, but the internet was still fairly new, and I wasn't posting it anywhere either... even if I WAS turning it in as my homework!! lol

After my little stint of writing in high school, I had mainly turned to sketching and mild artwork, and when I moved to NJ and joined my BF's D&D group, I ended up working with the DM to write out our story. I still have over 100 pages of hand-written notes from that multi-year campaign that I never finished typing out and fleshing out into the story that I was going to hand over to him to edit and... do whatever with, but at the time I was very proud of it.

I then went a very long time again in not being... well, frankly very creative. I played a lot of City of Heroes, had a lot of very life-changing things happen, and... then one day I found FFXIV. I found an amazing, wonderful FC and group of friends that I slowly got to know--and realized that their characters were... more. More than just an avatar on the screen to experience the story with, more than just a dress-up doll to put pretty glamour on... and I wanted that more as well as I read their stories, and saw the artwork they drew, and listened to them talk about all the lore in the game that I had barely looked at.

I had been playing for 1-2 years at this point, and so there were already a lot of little quirks I "knew" about Karo--or that I was stealing a bit from her original CoH days. I sat down, and started to think about it, and started to come up with ways that she fit into the story.

Then the lead-into Shadowbringers, and Shadowbringers in general hit and.... there she was. I had to write about her. I had to share. The FFXIVWrite event in 19 was the push I needed, and I started--clumsily again after not writing for so long, and it's still not where I wish it was--but I'm happy with most of it. I don't edit as much as I prob should, and I go weeks and months in between touching WIPs before blitzing a sudden idea or chipping away at something.

But I can go and look at my Ao3 profile, and see that I've *POSTED* 113k worth of words. POSTED!!! That's not counting all the ask-me prompts and the WIPs, and the random writings that I have done here on tumblr, and I... just smile. And sure, my stuff doesn't get a ton of hits or comments or kudos, but I'm happy that I'm writing again. Happy to share. Happy to have another outlet for creativity, even if it's a little rough around the edges.

.... and that response got a lot longer than anticipated. lol <3 ty for the ask!

[hollow-lime-green]

woooo alright we are officially on vacation!

one way i've been helping myself focus on thesis writing is completely cutting myself off from the rest of the internet/social media during my writing/work hours. unfortunately i regret to inform you that this is extremely effective. boooo. but also, unplugging does wonders for the mind sometimes. but anyways, that's why i've been such a ghost lately. but no longer!

i get so anxious about vacation because i feel like I forget things and lose my flow very quickly in all aspects of life, so before i take a break, i have to thoroughly take notes and essentially create a hard save point so i don't constantly feel like i've left the oven on while i'm on vacation mode. it takes a lot of effort for me to relax lol. but the game is saved, it's time for me to chill for the next 5ish days and be a person again.

the research update, for those who care:

unfortunately i am still in limbo waiting for this last batch of tensile testing (pully aparty how strong is the metal) samples to come in, and either that will happen before I take my 2 weeks off in xmas, and thus my 1 week prior to that will be absolute crunch of heat treating and then pully aparty-ing the samples. or they'll come in too late, and all of my processing and testing is pushed into jan. but it's not the end of the world since I would be defending in jan/feb even if they came in early. but the sooner I have my defense date in sight, the sooner i look for jobs and get to make plans about what the next part of my life looks like.

while i wait for my metal, i've been working on everything else i possibly can, so when i do eventually get those results I can just smush them in and pull the trigger. and that is actually going quite well! thesis is about 50% fully or near-fully complete by volume, and about 80% complete in spirit. paper 1 done and 3rd round revisions, paper 2 in rough draft phase (which is importantly more than the outline phase!!!) there will be lots of revisions, but words are making it onto the doc. :)

[puck-luck]

I’m not hating on YOU. Just on how slow and rude the characters are being made out to be. Honey should stop being so rude to Trevor, give him some credit for putting up with her attitude. Bea is genuinely for the streets. Again not hating on YOU because I like your writing style plus reading your other works i really like. I get I don’t have to read it if I don’t like it but I’ve waited and gave it time for stuff to start picking up.

I appreciate that you're not hating on me because you enjoy my writing style. That's always nice to hear. I'm glad you've read my stuff and even tried to stick it out for STG.

I want to reply to your concerns, so I typed up a couple of bullet points in my notes app. In a very in-character moment for me, it became lengthy. I'm hiding it under this Read More so that no one has to see it if they don't want to. Tbh, that includes you— and I don't mean that in a mean way, even if it might come off like that. It's hard to convey feeling through words on a page, which brings me to my first point:

1. A lot of Honey's attitude is written as means for banter, since Trevor knows that she doesn't mean it in such a negative way— he's aware that she's deflecting. Maybe I need to make that clearer and now I know, which means I can try and work on that! Thank you for bringing it to my attention.

2. Honey has trauma, which I've started to explain in the story. It's going to be fleshed out more and she WILL work through it, but the girl has some pretty complex PTSD when it comes to relationships. That's the reason why she's so hot and cold with Trevor. She knows what she's feeling, but she's not ready to accept it yet.

3. In Chapter 5, the most recent chapter, Honey admits to Trevor that she's the difficult one. She's well aware that she's having trouble with this new relationship and that manifests in her attitude towards Trevor. He says he doesn't mind (basically) and she just hums BECAUSE it bothers her that she's being hard to deal with, and yet she can't stop herself. Again— it's her complex PTSD.

HERE is a screenshot of my Google doc so you can read the scene itself:

4. Fair. Bea is for the streets. Yet, at the same time, I don't see the real issue behind this: everyone involved is a consenting adult that is fully aware of the situation. Everyone knows that Bea is hooking up with the guys in the house. If the guys didn't want to hook up with her, they wouldn't— like how Luke turns her down in this most recent chapter. She's also a girl in her 20s... I know a lot of girls in college that made goals to sleep with entire exec boards of frats or collect each frat president or, in an extreme case, a girl that wanted to hook up with every brother in our pledge class, the pledge class above us, and the pledge class below us. If the girl wants to be a slut, then she can be a slut. & that's how I'm writing her. More power to her. Things might even change for Bea over time, like how real relationships go...

5. As for the slowness: I know that my chapters have gotten super long. I keep getting carried away and writing more than I mean to. It's because I like this project and the characters I've created. BUT, each section is a day. Each chapter is a week. Honey and Trevor have known each other for just over a month and I PERSONALLY am not the kind to hook up with a guy I've just met. Yes, at times it seems long and I know that it drags at times because I can feel it dragging while I write— but I am trying to make this as realistic and detailed as possible. Between the whipped cream scene and the blowjob scene, 10 days passed. That's SUCH a short amount of time, especially since the pair didn't see each other as much that week. Honey works, Trevor trains, and a lot of that is off screen because I think it's boring to write when this is a ROMANCE.

6. If I had an editor, they could probably help me cut this shit down and make it drag less. I DON'T have an editor though and this is a very detailed rough draft of a story that would probably change a LOT before publishing IF I WERE TO GET IT PUBLISHED.

7. I apologize that you have waited and hoped for quicker advancement in Honey and Trevor's story. To me, it's not a fast story. It's going to pick up... on my outline I have Trevor and Honey hooking up 3 times next week. You're welcome to hang in there for that if you want to. It's up to you.

And finally... I apologize that my explanation was so long. And probably slow. I just want to be thorough with your concerns. If you choose not to read anymore of STG, then good for you. I'll still be churning out oneshots when I can and I hope you like those more.

I really do appreciate the feedback. I hope this response didn't seem rude because I'm not trying to be. It's also 2:30am for me so I really should go to bed before I ACTUALLY get my feelings hurt or start lashing out... which I've been known to do when tired. So. Goodnight Anon. Thanks for not hating on ME and I hope my explanations were good enough for you.

[antspaul]

Hows the lestappen yuri going <3 are you having fun :))?

hi honey YES im having fun again. i had a minor meltdown two days ago but i’m FINE and the fic is coming along !!!! i finished a (very very rough. extremely rough) draft of chapter 1. ~1k into chapter 2. stay tuned!!

[avissapiens]

Jockbull Summer Week 4 Set C (3/12/23-10/12/23)

Model used is Onome Egger

1.

I have continued the trend of fasting+cardio day. It’s actually not that bad. What was bad was the decision to bake while fasting. It’s not that I wanted the food. I don’t eat most of what I bake. But I couldn’t realistically test things too much to make sure they came out well. Luckily they were quite good the next day. Only half of one. It’s still cutting season.

2.

I got two in again! The first one was just kind of a general muscle flash. Brain producing lovely images for myself. Who needs AI when your head is already so full of muscle.

The second one however was a deeper introspection done together with Abg. We’re both POC but in many senses we are atypical. And yet still the presence of stereotypes still kind of gets in the way of both of our minds, and in particular our muscular journeys. We are both dead-set on breaking stereotypes and still coming out on top, so that was the seed for this meditation. There’s a lot of stereotypes for Black folks. And I know they are nonsense because not only do I not embody them, but most of my friends, relatives, peers etc from back home don’t either. But every time that one encounters a situation where you do meet that stereotype in yourself or in others, you pause for a second. Because especially while living in a mostly white country, you become extremely aware of the fact that everything you do is a form of ambassadorship for anyone who looks like you and visa versa. Which is a shitty burden to bear. Even after coming from a background of Black excellence in the Caribbean, there’s still so many stereotypes that come to mind. The perception of black people being unattractive, or if we are, it can only be in a brutish, animalistic, unrefined non-aesthetic way that doesn’t adhere to societal norms.

The mental stereotypes of underperformance and stupidity. The lack of ambition.

So many stereotypes are strangely contradictory too

That we're just needlessly loud and confrontational all the time but still get portrayed as servile slaves.

That we can only be good at sports but still deserve to be excluded from them. That we can't perform well at anything else. The strange juxtaposition of the athletic achievement that many POC are forced into because they lack the resources to pursue other interests and the idea that Ethnic food is unhealthy, dirty. And the very real reality of unequal access and outcomes for healthcare. The idea, often reinforced within the community, that we do not belong in certain places. In certain professions. In nature, in the world at large. That we should remain forever in this conservative slave mentality while we exist in the west.

Frankly, I see muscle and hypnosis as ways of outgrowing and defeating these stereotypes. Of changing perceptions not only for me but for my community. Perception is everything because it means that those who come after can see something different for themselves.

3.

Anyway on a lighter note. Yup, we’ve entered an edging period. It always feels so fucking good after a full week of building that erotic energy. It takes you to new and darker places and makes you vulnerable to things you might not have been before. Sometimes thats good. Sometimes its dangerous. But even that danger comes with a certain appeal.

4.

Its been a rough and busy week working on the first comm. I have some ideas brainstormed with Jockrs for an avis abstraction, it’s just always a whole different story putting pen to paper. Wish me better luck for the next week.

5.

So this one’s been interesting. It’s less been a process of drafting and then sticking. More a progressive building of momentum. Incorporating more and more things until the morning and myself feels more whole. I’ve ordered a bunch of supplements to take. A bunch of skincare stuff to harden my routine. I’ve expanded my already existing routine and even incorporated some new concepts from the world of Looksmaxxing. Truthfully, there is this deep desire in me to grow so much more in so many dimensions.And the himbo programming has definitely made one of those dimensions my aesthetics. Not for anyone else’s pleasure but for my own. I already know i’m gorgeous to other people. I want to be brilliant for myself and to be able to use that element of me like a tool and a weapon.

[richardsphere]

Fic Research Sucks

So im currently doing a rough outline for a Persona/Miraculous crossover fic. And while trying to mesh the universes, i needed to do some research. i dont like where it took me. So below the cut, a peek behind the curtain of a Fic that im still not certain will ever see the light of day. TW: mentioned Christianity, and the works of HP Lovecraft.

My fic kind of needs Plagg (and Tiki in the background) to have at least a vague, aproximate knowledge of Personae, like he needs to know roughly how it works and who Igor, Nyarl and Phil are. That's about it. No expertise, but given their immortality and multiversal-conciousness it makes no sense to paint Plagg as entirely ignorant on this stuff. As such, i decided to see if I could do the classic "historic figure was actually magic in this fic"-trope using figures that Persona cannonically alludes to having been involved with Persona-related stuff. to get the obvious three public domain figures out the way: I felt that inserting a reference to Plagg having either met Carl Jung himself was too cliche, or interacted with Nyarl and Phil during their 0-35 AD adventure would be a bit gauché. Option 1 felt too on the nose (and overdone) and option 2 is downright sacrilegious. Which im not normally against but saying "Plagg caused the black sun and the earthquake when Oily Josh got crowned to death" feels in bad taste... even for me. It's one thing to say "Plagg sank Atlantis and killed the dinosaurs" , its another for my fic to even remotely imply "Plagg killed Jesus of Nazareth". Third option: Go for Mary Shelley/Frankenstein references that come from the Velvet Room... there is potential there, but it would pretty much require I rewrite Adrien's persona-progression list. ("The Creature" is currently drafted as his phase-2 when he finds out about the Senti-thing. And the progression between Adam-Creature-Final Battle Super-Persona is actually very nice and thematic in my current draft. I dont want to overturn all of that so i can make a single, one-off handwave explanation work) So you might understand why I was kind of desperate trying to find another historical reference in Persona i could use... and then I remembered there are references to that Lovecraft book with the talking cat in P2, and I thought "maybe there could be references to black cats specifically in that Lovecraft book..." and I jotted that down to research later. Well later arrived: The book was called the Cats of Ulthar, and before i could even research that specific book in-depth I found that there is at least one, explicitly black cat in another book: The Rats in the Wall, a prospect that excited me for all of 0.5 seconds before I realized: It was his actual cat. The one that was infamously named for its black coloration. and the timelines add up there. Fu was born in 1829 and was at most 20 when the temple was destroyed. Lovecraft was born in 1890 so he could easily be a post-temple wielder... Maybe Fu gave it to HP's father then the father ran away with Plagg (explaining the infamous but cannonically vague alusion to Fu having "gotten it wrong" once before) and left the ring with HP, where Fu eventually recovered Plagg. It all adds up, it is an entirely plausible thing to write into my story (and with the way he grew less racist later in life... actually apropriate for the "people can change"-theme in my fic) and would also shore up some holes in the ML canon in the process, and I do not want it to... but it seems to be the best option. And I am really struggling to find a fifth public domain figure, but P3-5 are extremely light on the historic references (or at least the ones that alude to persona's being involved), so i either need to dig through the entirity of P2 (way too much effort for a single-line handwave explanation), or just swallow the bile and say: "Plagg was N-man"

[visage-of-hell]

*hug* Still alive, babies, just ... going through an EXTREMELY rough patch, details under the cut.

So one of my family's geriatric kitties was diagnosed with masses on his liver and one of his sinuses about 2 and a half weeks ago when his appetite took a sudden nosedive and he developed a nosebleed. He's been in hospice mode for all this time, and we've just been watching and waiting for the day where his quality of life begins to suffer. Yesterday was that day and he is no longer with us. So between coping with that sudden (and only half-expected) loss and still trying to keep the holiday cheer for the family Thanksgiving dinner tomorrow, I'm ... struggling. Like, I'm GENUINELY looking forward to seeing my family, y'know? I'm in a distraction-craving state of mind pretty badly. But today has been a crapton of pre-prep work for it, and that's the part that's been physically and emotionally exhausting to get through just one day after a pretty significant loss. To top it all off, muse and focus has kinda been all over the fuckin' place? Started getting heavily back into the Overwatch RP mood about a week ago (made a new OC and everything, oop) but have depressingly found that the Overwatch RP community is pretty much, like ... dead? So between the frustration of not being able to latch onto my Vizzy muse as strongly as I want to, but also not being able to do anything with where I DO have muse? Yeah, it's not been a great combination. >_<;; So probably still gonna be a week bit before I can finally start tackling drafts on here again, BUT ... if we're moots and you have my Discord, you can ALWAYS bug me. And if we're moots and you don't have my Discord yet, consider this your invitation to pop into my DMs and ask for it. I miss you guys like fuck but the Yeen be REALLY goin' through it. </3