#and it was a good brain exercise lol

[luna-the-cretar]

Ooh, now this is interesting, and honestly made me think for a few minutes.

Personally, I think Kremy sees Gideon as a wounded predatory animal—at least initially.

Clearly capable of hurting—if not outright killing—him (I mean, something made Kremy consider making Gid his bodyguard), but letting him help, trusting him enough to take the food, but keeping a wary eye on him while eating.

Of course, that has changed now, at least a bit. Gideon is still that Predator, capable of harming Kremy at any moment if he so chooses to, but hasn’t yet. He trusts Kremy enough to eat out of the gator’s hand, so to speak, and follow him blindly. And there is clearly kinship there from both ends, but Kremy feels like he’s almost walking on eggshells (even if he doesn’t have to).

Kremy’s waiting until he inevitably fucks up, accidentally brandishes the axe, and finds himself getting torn to shreds by a man he called a friend. Or maybe not even then. Maybe Kremy will go to bed one night and not wake up, finding that Gid had slit his throat while he slept and ran—in the same vein where people who have owned predatory animals as pets find themselves getting mauled by their companion, simply because their nature took over.

Of course, that’s not going to happen—not anymore, anyway. During the first year or so, sure. Gideon is banking on Kremy not brandishing the axe, and Kremy is banking on Gideon not slitting his throat with it while he slept. But now? Not so much. The axe is there, of course—it always has been—but now it’s shared between the two of them (because Gideon has very little that Kremy doesn’t carry on his person, and Kremy has very little that Gideon doesn’t at least know about).

They know what the other is capable of, and if it comes down to it, knows how to incapacitate him in battle. But that’s only if the worst comes to worst, after all. The axe is there, but at a safe distance away. There is still some anxiety there, on both ends, but less because there isn’t trust there, and more because they’ve both been burned before, and things are good between them, and have been for a while. So of course they’re both waiting for the other shoe to drop, for one to take the axe. Because rarely has something good happened to them without something bad too. So they are both convinced that the other has an axe behind his back, waiting for the right time to strike, when in reality, there is only one axe. And that axe hasn’t been touched in nearly a decade.

When Gideon was really little—let’s say about 5 or so—they had some pigs on the farm. One pig gave birth, and Little Gid immediately got attached to the runt of the litter. His Pa wanted to kill her and spare her, but Gid cried and insisted otherwise. His Pa, not wanting to deal with a sobbing fire genasi (who he quickly learned whose powers get really out of control if Gid’s emotions get out of control—there’s still a good portion of the farm that got burnt down after one particularly bad tantrum), let Gid keep the runt. And Gideon, being 5 and also generally not good with names, named her Oinkee.

Oinkee was Gideons best friend. He would burn the world down for her. Loved her almost as much as Gricko loves Hootsie.

When Gideon was about 8 years old, his Pa handed him an axe, and told him that they needed bacon for the morning. By that point, the only pig with enough meat on her bones to be worth killing was, well, Oinkee.

Gideon doesn’t like to think about that time. He’d rather think about the happy memories. Before the axe. Before he betrayed his best friend.

Gideon can’t help but find himself relating to Oinkee now, in some sick cruel way. She was a small scrawny thing, and Gid—young and not knowing the consequences of his actions—fed her until she got big and strong, before he was handed the axe. Later on, Gid ended up being a small scrawny thing, and Kremy saw him, and fed him until he got big and strong.

Now Gideon is just waiting until Kremy gets handed the axe.

[fandesinae]

thinking about how my therapist straight up told me to post more fanfiction.

[dandyshucks]

a couple little pose practices for tonight! (⌃ٹ⌃●)

[rembytem]

expect more asks bc i absolutely adore ur werewolf lads AU <33333 i’m gonna try to space out any asks i send though, and remember to answer them at your own pace :D (/lh/gen/nf)

i was gonna send a different ask first, but seeing as i’m sick currently- what would happen if one of the lads got sick? (ex; would they try to hide it, would any [were]wolf &/or pack instincts kick in for any of them, what would the other lads do, etc)

I look forward to more asks! This one was quite a lot of fun and got me thinking so thank you for asking it! I hope you feel better soon! I'll send the werewolf lads your way for a snuggle pile.

If any of them get sick, the rest of the pack can smell it and will try to help. Since they’re pack, they take care of each other to the best of their ability. Sometimes the bitten werewolves’ instincts to abandon whoever is sick, if they’re really sick, will make itself known but Kevin and Daithi will assure them their instincts are wrong.

When the lads are sick:

Sean and Kevin isolate themselves; Sean in wolf form, Kevin in human form

Daithi, when in human form, will complain endlessly about it. In wolf form, he sleeps almost all the time so the lads rouse him so he can drink water and eat a little bit.

Brian, like Sean, stays in his wolf form and likes to be in the same room as at least one other lad. That way if he needs something he can ask.

Dan is the baby of the pack and thus gets doted on whenever he’s sick regardless of if he wants to be alone or not.

How the lads care for each other:

Kevin, while not the most helpful at the time of sickness, does most of the preparation for if someone gets sick. He keeps the blankets cleaned, the food stocked, and the medicine cabinet full.

Daithi makes sure whoever’s sick has the best bed, pillows, and blankets. If they’re not warm enough, he’ll lay on top of them in wolf form.

Sean will make whoever’s sick a cup of tea and provide conversation by sitting next to them. If they’re not up for back-and-forth conversation, he’ll recount a game he’s played or things he’s found in the woods.

Brian is the bringer of things for whoever’s sick. Do they need a new bottle of water? A different pillow? Help getting to the bathroom? He’s got it covered.

Dan, like Sean, will provide entertainment like reading a book out loud but the lads tend to isolate him if someone is sick, especially if it’s a respiratory thing.

[astranauticus]

so the overall.. shape and tone of my current project is pretty much set in stone (im SO CLOSE to 50% done you guys) but i was looking through my saved videos folder on bilibili and if im gonna be doing another animatic after this one (honestly pretty likely??? given my. floruitshow obsession that doesnt seem to be going anywhere anytime soon) i REALLY want to attempt something closer to that style of animatic you see a lot on bb that employs more on elaborate editing as opposed to like............... the powerpoint presentation type beat i've got going on now

(nevermind the fact that a lot of the projects that really lodge themselves in my brain were also like collaborations between teams of people with like dedicated editor roles and i still havent fully figured out how to use lightworks. like ive also seen one man projects in this style that turn out absolutely gorgeous so i KNOW it can be done. maybe i'll go figure out if capcut is easier to use lol)

[opens-up-4-nobody]

...

[angstandhappiness]

LMAO cute

obsessed with the idea that bruce acts like lucille bluth when he's being airheaded socialite brucie wayne😂

here's a bonus brucie with reporter clark kent:

[coridallasmultipass]

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[mxnosferatu]

augh i’m having my friend help me with this chapter (not quite beta but idk how else to describe lol) and i fear i just posed a few too many questions and overwhelmed them. it took forever to get her to look at it, so im a little nervous about how timely these answers will be

[i-love-you-just-the-same]

this is entirely @tame-the-lion-writes fault for giving me brain worms lol

it really does start with kyle-- he's the bird, he can scope out the area the 141 are staying for the time being. what he doesn't expect is you, the pretty thing fixing up one of the cabins near them. he starts to hang around, becomes noticed by you (especially when he leaves you trinkets on the porch). johnny is next, he follows kyle to see where he goes when he disappears for hours. johnny plunges in faster than kyle. he's rumbling through drawers and sleeping in your blankets not too far along while kyle perches on your desk chair. you're receptive but hesitant. should wild animals be this friendly?

it gets more concerning when there's a bear rolling around in your front yard. he pushes your mailbox down--then back up once he realizes it's down. he sticks his head through your kitchen window and demands toast. price wants in, the best way for that is being as harmless as possible. so letting gaz perch on him and soap sleep on him (grumpily). eventually he's rewarded with head pats and cuddles in the living room (thankful for the wide door).

simon is much more reluctant. you can see him lurking, following you from afar, but he only ever gets close if you're in need of help. one time another big dog snarled at you and he attacked it. another time he led you away from a burrow of snakes. you see him with the fox, who plays with his tail and nimbles his haunches, but that's about it. he'll sleep on the porch when the other three are inside. you leave him scraps and let him be distant for awhile. it's a trust exercise to get him to be near you, so when he eventually comes to lay at the door to your room and allows soft touches to his ears, you take the win.

they're surprisingly helpful. ghost will bring you your shoes and gaz retrieves earrings. soap picks out blouses while price decides how cohesive the outfit is. they're good at online shopping and johnny will hide in your bag when you go to pick it up. they like to "find" money for you so you don't feel as bad dressing up more. gaz learns to braid with his beak while simon lays his head on your thigh.

they've managed to explain their nicknames of "gaz" (fridge letters), soap (lots of soap bars with teeth marks), "ghost" (a bed sheet and the way he acts), and "price" (money, lots of it, with help from the fridge letters).

they're not sure how to broach the "shifter" topic, so they don't for the time being. they take care of you in the ways they can, you bandage their paws and offer forehead kisses.

[graveyardhorror]

౨ৎ ARCANE VI dating!headcanons

misc. masterlist

-though she's a natural charmer and can make any woman weak in the knees, she is actually pretty shy when you get to know her; her weakness is when you initiate any form of affection, her brain malfunctions when you flirt with her lol

-likes when you watch her when she's exercising or boxing, it makes her feel more confident and determined to put on a nice show for your viewing pleasure

-the biggest cuddler! once she's comfortable enough around you to be touchy she won't ever want to let you go, prefers being the little spoon while sleeping but doesn't mind being the big spoon too

-greets you with a tight hug where you can just feel the her love for you with the way she squeezes you in her arms, always has some form of compliment or cheeky comment to send your way

-tracing your fingers over her tattoos and running your fingers along her scalp/hair never fail to make her sleep like a baby, she gets the best rest when you do this even if she'll never admit it you can tell by the serene look on her face and the gentle smile on her lips

-if you ever need someone to talk to or just rant about anything, she's your girl! the best listener and surprisingly good at giving advice, a natural problem solver

-has an insanely long list of sweet pet names for you, she never seems to run out of nicknames and don't even get me started on the voice she says them with; sweetcheeks, cupcake, sugar, baby, angel, peach, doll, etc.

-says she doesn't treat you differently from others but the difference is so obvious lol, she doesn't even do it on purpose it's just something that she does unconsciously

dividers by mikeykuns

[yandere-sins]

Ivyyyyyyyy >.< you're the worsttttt(read: BEST) oh my god the thoughts im having abt dilic with a period kink rn. Gawd and he doesn't even know it's a period kink, he thinks it's absolutely normal to do nasty things with his girl while she's bleeding out and feels proud about it that HE can take her pain away

OMG continuing the diluc saga but yan dilic thinks darling's period is the perfect opportunity to finally put his hands on darling. He knows you're in pain so he promises, he's doing this for YOU not him (lies) he'll ease it in gently and make it feel good! Soon darling will forget all about those cramps bc of him him him! He doesnt need to feel as guilty bc he's helping you out.....right? OMG PLS write something abt thissss, it can be any yandere or oc but im going crazy after what u saiddd

Hehe, you're welcome! I began writing this as just a talk, but decided mid-way through to make it a scenario!

a/n: I wrote this before my hiatus and coming back to correct it, I found so many mistakes, it doesn't even feel like I wrote this smh... I did my best to polish it a bit since I can't see myself rewriting it in the future but if you find anything oddly worded just ignore it lol I wasn't myself back then :')

[Warning: Yandere, Sexual Content]

I can just see the cock cogs turning in this idiot's head as he racks his brain about how he can help you. Clearly, you're in pain, but no matter how many more times he calls a physician to have a look, they just keep waving off his concerns. It's normal, they say. You're healthy. That's what everyone has to go through.

And yet he sees you writhing and crying in pain—it's breaking his heart!

Pillow pressed to your stomach, tears in your eyes that you can't blink away fast enough before they fall. You're especially irritable, but it hurts him more when you whine and complain; Diluc wanting to help you now more than ever. He's already gone through the usual stuff, the imported water bottles from Snezhnaya and the chocolate from Fontaine. If you utter so much as a craving, he has the servants scramble to get it to you. Nothing is too expensive or too hard to get. You could have asked for the heads of your enemies, and Diluc would have brought them to you with ribbons and glitter if that had helped with your pains.

But alas, it doesn't.

It's been three days, and his nerves are raw, the bags under his eyes dark, and the burden of your health weighs heavily on Diluc. He can't see how things will ever get better. The other times you were on your period were conveniently skipped by business trips, so this is hitting him full force.

"Exercising might help," one of the maids suggests as he forces himself to consult someone more knowledgeable than him.

"Sometimes, my wife likes a little stimulation to alleviate the pain," a vintner chuckles, winking at Diluc as the word of his helplessness spreads. And suddenly, inappropriate ideas get stuck in his head, making him blush like a young lad in love.

»»———————— ♡ ————————««

Taking a deep breath, Diluc raised his hand to knock on your bedroom door. It was terribly late, the servants asleep and only the eery flickering of his candle guiding him through the night. Most likely, you were tugged in and fighting for your well-deserved sleep, so he hesitated, fist hanging in the air before slowly dropping it to his side.

What he was about to do was not only foolish but also filled him with the same burning in his body as using his vision did. He could feel the warmth sweep over him from his head to his toes, the latter curling in his shoes while most of the heat was throbbing between his legs, aching to connect with your warmth in a less-than-innocent way.

However, these feelings were nothing compared to the agony of the last few days.

If this was what he had to do to help you alleviate the pain, he would. If it was for you, Diluc would do anything in his power, whether to protect or help you. If he had to become a mere plaything so you'd be freed of the pain, then his concerns were a small sacrifice for all the good he was going to do.

Brushing his hair back, Diluc took a deep breath, reminding himself there was nothing wrong with wanting to help. If the method the vintner suggested worked, everyone would be happy. And if not, he'd keep searching for ways to free you of the pain. Turning the key in the door lock, he pulled it out before slowly entering your room, ensuring he could give you two the privacy needed in this situation.

To his surprise, you were still awake.

You made a half-hearted attempt at a greeting, but when you noticed it was him, you only scoffed, turning away. It hurt when you gave him the cold shoulder so callously, but Diluc knew you were the one suffering at that moment, not him. He could forgive you for being dismissive of him. Your bedside lamp was still on, and he could see you clutching a pillow to your belly, his own stomach cramping up with remorse, even though, logically, he knew it wasn't his fault. He loved you as you were, the good and bad days, your misery becoming his own much too easily these days.

Setting down the candle on your table, he walked over to you. But not before locking the door from the inside, just so he could give himself a few more seconds before his approach. Every step cost him a lot of discipline, being near you never having been this hard. Even when he looked confident around you, Diluc only ever felt weak. You made him vulnerable. Desperate. Longing for your love and affection was all he was allowed to do, so even just watching your chest rise and fall set him ablaze.

Pushing off his shoes, Diluc focused on the little space you left at the edge of the bed. It was the only space he could see that was reserved for him, as he didn't deserve to share your bed, in your opinion. Yet, when he climbed in, pulling the cover over himself and snaking his arm around your waist, he was enveloped in your scent, your hair tickling his skin as he breathed in deeply. Had he known that heaven was hiding so closely to him, he might not have waited so long to come and see you.

"What are you--" you complained, pushing yourself away from him. But Diluc's hand had already wandered beneath the pillow, feeling the hot water bottle you kept secured there, only to replace it with his palm. He was just as, if not hotter than anything the servants could procure for you; his body temperature naturally elevated from his vision. It wouldn't burn you, but with his hand hugging your lower belly, it was much more effective and fitting than any appliance might be.

And you fell for it, even if just for a split second.

For a moment, you leaned into the comfort of his palm, the pain vanishing in the blink of an eye. Diluc even caught you sighing briefly before you came to your senses, jolting and pushing away from him, only to get stuck inside the blanket and pressed up against him. Diluc couldn't help but grin, having read your actions before they even occurred to you, but of course, this was a serious matter, so he quickly composed himself.

"H-Hey!" you yelled as his hand drifted lower, his face burying into the nape of your neck. He wasn't there to dilly-dally but to be of service. To help you in your time of need. By the time Diluc pressed his lips to your skin and his fingers between your legs, you understood his intentions as well, perhaps misinterpreted, but clear as day.

He was going to fuck the pain away. 

If exercise and stimulation helped others, maybe it would do the same for you. His fingers were met with warm slick, your body flinching when he moved over your clit. Perhaps his calloused hands weren't made for caressing and soft touches but for teasing and stimulating. Judging by how puffy your lower lips were, worked up from days of rubbing your legs together and your panties aggravating them mercilessly, you were in dire need of his help.

"Don't fight it. You're not alone in this," Diluc reassured you as you squirmed in his hold, biting back the salacious sounds of pleasure you were keeping from his ears. You were so mean, keeping every little taste of appreciation from Diluc, knowing how much it meant to him. But he'd endure. Even when your ass ground back against his cock, making it incredibly hard to not focus on his needs as well, he'd put you first in all of this.

When he slipped his pointer and middle finger towards your entrance, a tremor went through your body, a gasp slipping out from between your lips. Diluc never knew how easy it was to get inside another person, greeted warmly and happily by your hole clenching around his fingers.

His kisses became more fervent against your neck, teeth snapping out as he felt like he was losing himself in your scent and warmth. The pushes of his hips against your ass became faster, your cheeks fitting so well around his shaft. You yelled at him to stop, but he barely heard you through the sounds of your sloppy, wet cunt, blood mingling with eager juices to allow him more reach inside you. It was almost as if he could hear them beg for him to go deeper, which just wasn't possible with his knuckles in the way, no matter how much he tried.

Forgotten was the pain as pleasure raked its claws through both of you, and yet, Diluc still heard you whine and sob as he scissored his fingers through your inside. It wasn't enough. He opened his eyes he didn't know he had closed, staring at your expression curiously. All he saw was anger and disgust, your teeth bared and ready to snap, while he could feel your nails digging into his arm. And yet, when he found your eyes, he saw a very different version of events. Lust, desire, longing. You wanted more, and Diluc wouldn't refuse such a request.

Slipping a leg between yours, he pried them apart, spreading you open wide. You gasped, squirming and trying to cut off his access, but Diluc only had to lean back to steal your balance, your body reliant on his while he gained more space on your bed. The hardest part was freeing his cock from the restraint of his pants, the fabric soggy with both your juices as well as his own pre-cum pearling off the tip of his engorged cock.

Nothing could have prepared him for the feeling of your wet cunt greeting his eager cock. No imagining of this situation could have come close to the throbbing heat, your walls convulsing around his fingers in eager expectation. Diluc placed his tip against his fingers, planning to slip them out and take the opening to sink into you, but with how wet the combination of blood and juices was, he felt himself slipping away, kissing your clit instead.

And for the first time, you moaned.

It was the sound of angels and everything nice, and he drew his hips back, trying again to fill you with his cock, missing it just an inch. All good things are three, and when he finally plunged it deep inside your pussy, you weren't the only one yowling in pleasure. No matter what he had imagined his first time with you to be, nothing would ever top the mess he caused between your legs, his cock ready to burst as it pulsated violently inside your equally as ready cunt.

He could feel the waves of pleasure going through you, the shudders in your limbs as he began to slowly press forward, kissing the last few inches of his reach. You remained stiff as a plank, but when he pulled out halfway before sinking in deep again, you were unable to keep your mouth shut, an elongated moan making its way to Diluc's ears, letting him know it was the right thing after all.

Immediately, any hesitation fell off him as he dragged his cock out and sunk it back into you. Fingers retreated to your clit, continuing to slip off and assault the little knob over and over while your walls clenched around his shaft, making you feel every one of his throbs and ridges, the heat between you two almost scorching.

Part of him couldn't believe it worked. That he actually managed to help you with this trick. But he'd have been a liar if he said it wasn't a pleasure for him, too. Diluc could never have dreamed about your proficiency in driving him wild, from your hot, puffy pussy wrapping around him to the improper sounds he had never heard coming from your lips before. The blood kept you so wet and loud down there; it was like you were synching your moans with your pussy, sloppy as they were.

It couldn't have been better, a shudder going through you from head to toe, your feet curling as you gurgled. Diluc wrapped his free arm around your throat, pulling you against him and burying his face in your shoulder as you came hard, juices leaking out, red dripping on the clean sheets with the blanket long discarded.

You were gasping for air as he plunged right back into you, waiting but a mere few seconds of yours before pursuing his own orgasm. Selfishly, but unable to stop. Diluc was already too deep in it, quite literally, your orgasm making your inside tight around him, but it posed no challenge with how drenched you both were.

A strained groan escaped Diluc as he buckled, feeling the first squirts of cum shoot out of him before he drew back, popping out of your cunt and covering it in his cum. His tip got stuck on your clit, as his jizz ejected under the pressure of his orgasm, making you mewl as you were once again stimulated. It would be a mess to clean, but it had been worth it.

You two collapsed, spent and dirty, but Diluc slipped his palm back over your lower stomach, rubbing the collection of juices over your soft skin, leaving a red trail. Kissing the side of your head, he was trying to collect his breath and thoughts, barely able to think straight as the feelings of happiness and his relief kept him in a chokehold.

"Better?" he asked, his voice a blissful rumble as he pulled you firmer against him.

But all he was met with was a cold glare and tears in your eyes. "I-I'm sorry," he stuttered instinctively, immediately feeling bad. What had he done to upset you again? Your teeth were biting into your lip as if you were holding back a tirade of screaming, ready to explode.

His cock twitched between your legs, bloody and so, so wet.

"I'll make it better! I promise! I will definitely make it better," he tried to reassure you, dazed with pleasure as he was, unable to see the actual problem with all of this. Your body convulsed in shock as he pressed his tip upwards again, and you gasped loudly as he sunk his inches inside you. This time, he wouldn't fail to make you feel better. And until then, he'd keep going.

All night long, if he had to.

[but-the-library-of-alexandria]

honestly I think a big part of the reason that I find TTRPG Show Characters so particularly Blorbo-able is because the nature of the format makes them do things that don't make a lot of sense outside of the meta context, but the reason they act out of character isn't because the writing sucks, its because a good player/dm has to put the dice and the party above fidelity to character, so it's a fun exercise instead of like a disappointment lol - you get to go Super Big Brain on complex watsonian explanations for these doylian choices

It's not just individual moments either, but bigger overarching things too: improvised characters on shows that are played and aired in real time rather than edited and released as a final package when the season is over end up getting edited live as they play, simply bc the dm or player realised something didn't work, or had a new idea, or another player gave them a thread they wanted to pull on, and that's not necessarily retconned, so again, applying logic or psychology to these changes allows you to envision wickedly complex and very human explanations for their unusual behaviour (because of course, a real human DOES do strange and out of character things and change for no reason)

I LOVE to think about what was going through a character's head for them to refuse certain reasonable requests on a low persuasion roll, or agree to crazy shit on a high one. I LOVE justifying why someone with a headstrong personality decides to take a back seat and play support on adventures because they're an npc and the dm doesn't want to interfere with the party's autonomy too much. I LOVE accounting for the 180 a character who didn't seem interested in Person A at all to begin with but who's crazy for them now because Person A's player decided to romance them and the dm/other play decided okay fuck it I wasn't planning for it but let's try that

[farmersfieldwolf]

here's the actual drawing of what was my avatar- i love a good monster. the title for this fic comes from this song, and will contextualize the tone. tragic, but they will be happy in the end; it started as a strange exercise in letting go of some grief and now is 120k+ words??

a couple songs that sums up the entire vibe imo

you can read the thing i am drawing things about, pls lmk any thoughts because my worm brain currently has too many thoughts okay tyty i also have a massive playlist of vibes you can jam to

i have literally never been part of a fandom or had a tumblr i dunno what i am doing beyond blowing raspberries with blorbos, enjoy

i also started adding weird game dev thoughts in on the side i dunno i think play is neat and i think everyone should make games lol- it used to be my job to get folks into games i will share all the facts i have if you ask me, now i just make them again

[jcollinswrites]

How the fudge are you writting so fast??? I sit down to write and end up with nothing or reworking plot instead of writing 😭Have any tips you want to share? Perhaps the ingredients to the dark ritual you perform to get the motivation and remain focused 👀👀👀

So, first of all, you'll need half a newborn, shaken, not stirred…

lol jk (don't shake babies)

Believe it or not I'm the same as you, so here are some stuff that helped me tremendously, especially with my squirrel ADHD brain:

NUMBER ONE that I needed 20 years to learn, is that… forget editing, man. You can't edit if there is nothing to edit, so first you have to sit ya ass down and just fuckin' do it. It doesn't matter if it's shit at first. It's called work in progress for a reason. Who cares if it's shit? You can edit it LATER when the whole thing is already done. What you're reading in my game is literally my first draft. Lots of scenes might change later. In fact, I'm already changing scenes in the background, I'm just not always telling you. It doesn't matter. If anyone gives you shit for it, tell them to kindly fuck right off.

Have a plan for the book (written down. Not just in your head). Don't even start writing until you have a plan for the entire book. It doesn't have to be detailed. Mine is just bulletpoints, but you should know which chapter will contain what, including plot points, character development, relationship progress etc, otherwise you'll get lost, especially in a big IF. And then as you get closer to the next chapter, you can work out more details in the plan to help the actual writing.

If you don't feel like writing a scene, then don't write it. Leave a placeholder word there (I use 'mandarin' because that word likely won't come up anywhere else in the text), and instantly move on to another scene that you have inspiration for. Later, you can just search for 'mandarin' and add the scene when you feel like it. If you accidentally come across any MANDARINs in my game, that's the reason lol.

If you are writing an IF, it helps to start simple. Write the story until a choice comes up, then write the title of the choices, and continue ONLY with the route you feel the most inspired for atm (use mandarin for the rest). Don't let your momentum die by getting bogged down in choices. That's why I have so many greyed out choices when I start a new origin or chapter. I just write write write until the end of the chapter, THEN I go back to whatever choice is the simplest to add, and put the variations in the already-existing text if needed. Repeat until all the choices are written and coded in. This way, the text might feel more organic too, because you already have a pre-written skeleton that you can just add variations in.

Keep notes. It helps to have them on paper, next to you, so f.ex. when you make 9 different deities to choose from, you don't have to go back to the beginning of the chapter every single time to look up which deities those were and what they mean, you can simply turn your head to the side lol.

Take regular breaks. Exercise, stretch. Keep a daily schedule. Eat and drink enough. Try to keep a good health. Your brain won't work if it's starved.

Know yourself and your habits, and be honest with yourself. I know of myself that once I start working on the big plot points, I won't have any motivation to come back to the beginning again. That's why I'm writing all the origin stories first, because I know that if I start going into chapter 2, I definitely won't feel like coming back to start yet another route from the very beginning. So if you don't feel like doing something, then just… don't do it. Or do it simpler. Do it smarter. Trick that asshole brain into cooperating.

Last but not least, guys, 90% of my motivation COMES FROM YOU! Your engagement, your messages, your feedback, every little interaction is what keeps me going! So write me! I will answer! (if you aren't a dick). Literally, about anything. Even if it's just "hey I really liked this small detail here", that will already make my day, seriously. I LOVE talking about my work, and I'm pretty sure every author is like that, so keep engaging with writers, because that's 90% of the reason when a novel gets finished! I'm writing for YOU! Your enjoyment, your fun, because I love telling stories, but those stories don't mean anything if no one is reading them.

[grilde1chesse]

AUGH plagued by the visions once again (metaltango brain rot)......

thinking about how upset & disappointed Krauser gets if you die before he transforms. he seems disappointed in Leon's lack of progress ("What the hell were you doing two years?" and "Everything I taught you... What a waste."). he sees Leon as a worthy rival (the chrisker & kreon parallels never stop it seems....), and was expecting a somewhat equal match.

its clear in the first encounter with Krauser he doesn't actually intend on on killing Leon (yet, at least), and treats the sparing as less of a fight and more of a training session (likely why hes so upset if Leon dies during it tbh lol). while i'm not a professional... the beginning of their fight in the first encounter (up until Leon deliberately slashes at Krauser), the attacks seem memorized, like a choreographed dance more than anything (a metal tango if you will ;-)). it looks like a memorized training exercise, something that only ends after Leon deviates from the "dance" and attempts to slash at Krauser.

not once but multiple times Krauser has access to Leon's throat & other vital points yet makes no real move to hit them (holding his knife to leon's throat, giving him time to get up when knocked down, etc. etc.). again Krauser treats the fight as a training exercise, from his behavior down to the way he holds his knife. same with the later encounters with him, if not in his actions than in his words; critiquing Leon and insulting him when caught off guard ("Sloppy!" "Embarrassing!" "You've made it all this way, but you haven't learned a thing! I have to say, I'm disappointed")

during their encounter post Krauser's transformation he doesn't seem as upset when Leon dies, rather a different form of disappointment (likely less towards Leon's training & skill, but instead that he refused to accept the "gift"/plaga. "You would've done well to accept this power for yourself."). its likely he didn't expect Leon to win, and was planning on killing him once revealing his powers ("I'm not surprised you made it this far!" & "Give up! My strength is without equal!"). it's as if all the earlier fighting/training was simply him playing with his food (foreplay cough cough).

a couple lines that stood out to me were: "Anything to make the pretty boy feel special." "You rely on those pretty blues too much." "I want to see you writhe." "After all, I know your potential better than anyone." "I guess I’ll make the first move." "Shut your mouth, you wouldn’t want to die with it open."  "You were wide open" "You’re too soft." "You're still a kid holding on to fantasies of whats right and wrong."

also, unrelated but smth i noticed that i found cool was how Krauser switches his knife from one hand to the other & is able to fight with both equally well. not sure if this is a specific fighting technique (possibly not, as a good amount of his tactics are mirrored by Leon besides this one, meaning he likely wasn't taught it (or was unable to master it for whatever reason.).) or if Krauser is ambidextrous.

link to some of the death scenes + dialogue i referenced in this (^_^) unnecessary plugin thats very important i promise

bonus pictures of my favorite metaltango genre: "gay porn is straighter than this" (all from this post)