#and look on google for the others. But I will learn

[ckret2]

do you have any tips on fueling a hyperfixation enough to finish a long fic? specifically when the media has a smaller fandom

sure here's several tips:

1) for me, this is the most imporant one, so it's long: if you've run out of canon material and there's only a little bit of fanfic/fanart, start consuming things adjacent to the fandom that are relevant to your fic. This means doing research! Nonfiction research, even! it'll be fun, it's for fanfic.

If your main character was in the radio industry in the 1920s? then buddy, you're gonna read every book that's ever been written about the first years of radio broadcasting—and then you're gonna listen to a million early radio dramas that have been posted to youtube & old time radio podcasts.

If he was a trans man in Victorian England? Then you're emailing your library begging them to get a copy of a book about how American & British society perceived trans men & crossdressing women from 1600-1900.

If your main character ran a cult? Then you're about to get really familiar with a true crime podcast on the psychology of cults and their leaders.

If your character's an Italian theater nerd in the 1700s, you're about to watch a lot of videos about comedia dell'arte. If your character's a Japanese theater nerd in the 1700s, you're about to watch a lot of videos about kabuki. Is a character's name an allusion to a mythological figure? You're gonna read every myth about that figure possible to see whether any of it can be incorporated into your characterization. Is your character a big reader? What genres are they into and what years were they a teenager? You're googling "pre-lovecraftian cosmic horror" for your tentacle-loving goth born in 1890 and that's what you're reading for the next two months.

I've devoured books, websites, research papers, podcasts, infotainment youtubers, movies, documentaries, and whole TV shows powered purely by love for blorbo from a different show. The topics I've researched have been as varied as:

the physics & geology of volcanoes

how to make friendship bracelets

a travel podcast for tourists to New Orleans

Victorian-era sci-fi novels that preclude modern steampunk

hundreds & hundreds of real people's self-reported ghost stories

how to tie a sarong (which required digging past a billion links to white people who think a "sarong" is simply a rectangle of fabric you can knot any old way)

the history of Mardi Gras celebration practices

lockpicking

a wide variety of neurodivergencies (and do you know how goddamn hard it is to find psychology books that are sympathetic to narcissists?? goddamn. i did it tho)

the entirety of Care Bears and Rainbow Brite

the native names of islands & geological formations around the Ring of Fire

Mexican folk religion

pre-Hays Code comedy movies

how & where people consumed pop music before radios & record players

Indonesian airport locations

how much weight a battleship can carry...

and if you do it for Love Of A Character, it's fun. If blorbo loves cheesy pulp romances and you don't, you will if you're reading them with an eye to see what blorbo gets out of these books and how this reflects on their character.

Hyperfixation-tangential research can help stretch a hyperfixation indefinitely. Plus you learn lots of new stuff, and even when the hyperfixation dies, that knowledge is with you forever!

(did you know volcanos aren't hot enough to melt glass? did you know the fires built for glassblowing aren't hot enough to melt glass?? did you know magma isn't hot enough to melt itself??? i once spent a whole day frantically trying to figure out how glass & rocks melt. it resulted in two lines in a fanfic. i regret nothing.)

and a few other tips:

2) Find 3-4 trusted colleagues/partners in crime you can go feral with in DMs. A fandom with 10,000 people and a fandom with 100 people look the same size when viewed from within a ship-dedicated discord with 5 people.

3) if you rewatch/reread the source material CONSTANTLY, it's easy to risk squeezing out the last drops of dopamine it offers too quickly, so like, don't force feed it to yourself every other day. But periodically reconsuming bits of it somewhat regularly can help stoke the fire, remind you what you like about the source material, and inspire you to think over the parts that are relevant to your fic. AND helps you remember how to write the characters. (the aforementioned research is usually what I do for my fun watching/reading in between reconsuming canon.)

4) make sure the fic you're writing is short enough to be completed before the hyperfixation expires. this is CRUCIAL. i've never actually done this step.

[dckweed]

SWEETNESS, andrew ‘pope’ cody

summary: in which pope’s new neighbor is a generally sweet but heart broken musician that declares him her friend and for some reason..he just can’t say no, not when she's so sweet to im and he's he’s so damn attracted to her, and certainly not when she’s begged him to fuck her oh so sweetly...

warnings: graphic violence, graphic mentions of sex, choking, spanking, marking, spitting, mean dom!pope, soft dom!pope, crybaby reader, musician reader, you're a slut for this man !! bust open like a can of biscuits whenever he wants it kind of slut and ngl im not mad at it !! there will be mentions of death at some point, eventual pregnancy, eventual description of death, kidnapping, physical violence, mentions of mental health struggles.

welcome welcome welcome! this has been sitting in my google docs for over a year, i love my man shawn hatosy !! comment on this post for taglist!

series masterlist here!

You had been living in your quaint little beachside house for nearly two years when somebody new moved into the house next to yours. The previous tenant was a menace to society, always throwing ragers in his tiny ass house that was so close to yours and other neighbors that they were literally touching. There were always prostitutes and drugs coming in and out..you had schemed to get him out and somehow, it had worked, much to your boyfriend’s annoyance (you learned later on around the time you broke up with him that it was because he had rather enjoyed going to the parties and hooking up with random women you were busy working or helping your family). It had sat empty for a good handful of months before you woke up one morning to a group of voices bickering and bantering outside, their shadows cast upon your living room walls due to the way the early morning light was filtering in. 

“Can you guys shut the fuck up?!” You gripe, opening your door enough to poke your head out after shuffling from your bedroom, hair a mess and your eyes barely open, voice thick with sleep. 

You don’t realize what’s going on until one of them speaks. “I’m so sorry, i didn’t realize they were going to be so noisy..” A deep, raspy voice says from your left, his figure blocking the bright morning sun. You open your eyes all the way, your vision focusing on a tall, solidly built man. He had a wild mess of unkempt dark hair atop his head, a pretty shade of brown you noted, and a hard look on his face as he looked towards the other equally tall if not taller and solid walls of muscle’s off to his side. He offers you what you take for an apologetic smile, though it doesn’t seem like something he naturally does. 

You eye him over, opening the door to inspect the situation farther being the nosey bitch that you were. You hear his friends inside of his similarly small home, bantering and rough housing. “S’okay..” You offer a polite smile, stepping out of your home and onto the small little wooden walkway that connects to all of the other homes on your little row of tiny dwellings, just a few steps off from the water. “Thought you were those annoying surfer guys again..” Yesterday a couple of big burly surfers had been hanging out right outside of your front door, arguing and just being obnoxious. You had yelled at them and they had only laughed at you and turned back to what they were doing. The blonde and brunette were both ingrained in your memory and you were hoping they came back so you could give them a piece of your mind once more. 

“Well, we’re definitely some annoying surfer guys..” He says, just as his friends come barreling out of the front door, rough housing with each other and almost bowling you right over the railing and onto the sand. “These are my brothers, they’re helping me mov-”

“You!” You all but yell, catching the man in front of you by surprise as you turned towards the two idiots, both of them turning their heads towards you. They were the ones from yesterday. “Didn’t you two asswipes get enough of an earful from me yesterday about acting a fool in front of my goddamn door?!” 

“What-” 

You cut your neighbor off. “These assholes were out here all morning yesterday acting like dumbasses and kept ignoring me when I told them to shut up.” The one with the long dark hair mutters a half assed apology as he turns and bumps the shoulder of the smaller blonde one, making him tag along back around the corner of the house, presumably to get some more furniture. “Jackass.” 

The man next to you clears his throat, this time a more natural and bemused smile on his face as he looks solely at you, and you suddenly realize that you’re in your fluffy slippers and a tshirt that barely covers your ass. “On behalf of the assholes, my little brothers, i’d like to apologize.” He says. “I’ll make sure they’re more respectful from now on, I promise..” You didn’t know it then, but his promise was as good a promise straight from God’s mouth. “My name is Pope..sorry for waking you..” 

“Pope is your real name?” You ask, scrunching your face as you eye him. 

“No..but it’s what most people call me..” You hum at his words, understanding what he meant. “You could call me Andrew if you’d like..” 

You don’t respond, but you did like the way Andrew sounded. It suited him better. “People call me Sweetie..” Is all you say as his brothers come back around the corner, carrying a large piece of furniture. You glare at them, making your exit back into your house to get ready for your day as quietly as you could, trying not to wake your boyfriend even though he slept like a damn tank. 

You become rather friendly with Andrew over the next couple of months, though you typically only chat in passing, he occasionally is coming home from working out or from god only knows where with a coffee in his hand, usually around the time you’re leaving for work, and somehow, he always has one for you. You always smile so sweetly at him, sometimes you even give him a sweet little kiss on his cheek as a thank you and he honestly was really starting to see why they called you Sweetie..

You trusted him enough to water your plants and feed your cat for you while you had to take a trip for work..you were a high school music teacher (and musician on the side) and you had drawn the short straw to help chaperone the marching band on their out of town game that required an overnight stay way up north, something about the state finals for football or something you couldn’t be bothered to actually care about. Sure, your boyfriend could do it, but he tended to forget and you didn’t want your little Snickerdoodle to go without food or water while you were gone..

Andrew had agreed without hesitation, something that seemed to surprise his brothers (whom you had grown slightly less annoyed with over the past couple of months) and his own self judging by how quickly he had said “okay, yeah, whatever you need.” You gave him your key as you were leaving, having let your boyfriend know, not that he seemed to care very much. 

“His food is under the kitchen sink, in a plastic bin, make sure it’s sealed because he knows how to get into the cabinet..” You say, adjusting your bag on your shoulder. “And his litter box should be fine until after i get back, is one of those self cleaning ones, you know? Jake said they were too expensive and stupid but i think it’s worth it.” You catch yourself rambling, and then stop, shaking your head as if shaking it clear of whatever jumble of thoughts you had running through it. “Okay, anyway, i gotta get going..” You lean up on your tiptoes and place a kiss to his cheek, and surprisingly he finds himself leaning into it. 

“Drive safe!” One of his brothers says in a condescending way, to which you merely flip him off over your shoulder as you go, car keys in your hand. 

Andrew couldn’t for the life of him figure out why he had so readily said yes to feeding your cat and taking care of your plants. He didn’t even like cats, or plants, nor did he know the first thing about taking care of them. Over the past couple of months he found himself somehow willingly doing your bidding, helping bring in groceries, or carry your many guitar cases to your car, and sometimes even helping you hang a new painting or two because for some reason your worthless boyfriend couldn’t bother helping you when you asked, all because you looked up at him with those damn doe eyes and your sugary sweet smile. Something about you captivated him, and he both hated and loved it. He supposed that was part of why he gave you his actual phone number, instead of his burner number, much to his brothers’ dismay. 

He’d only spoken to your boyfriend once or twice, in brief passing, though most wouldn’t consider a grunt or a displeased glare in his direction speaking. He knew enough about the man to know he wasn’t good enough for you, and he sometimes thought that you could see it too, though he wasn’t sure how you continued to stay with him. He often heard arguing when he would come home or step out, the sounds of your tear filled voice trying to let him know he was hurting you before he would start yelling over you. He even heard things being thrown sometimes, and more often than not he had to force himself not to go over there, to not step in and get involved. He knew he would if you asked though, or yelled in pain. Without so much as a thought, he would burst through that door and put an end to the son of a bitch. 

His fist clenched as he thought about it, and he had to calm himself down. He had to talk himself down from holding a pillow over his face when he went over there, because according to you he would still be sleeping after his supposedly long shift at a firehouse, he could easily do it. He watched the time on the clock, watching it tick closer and closer to ten, the hour that you said you’d be back. Around nine-fifteen he figured he’d go over and check on the cat once more, figuring it would be one less thing for you to do when you got home, and to his shock, it seemed like you were already home (though he hadn’t seen you walk past his window) because he heard a loud whimpering moan come from the bedroom when he opened the front door, it had his fist clenching by his side again as he backed out, trying not hear the way your boyfriend was grunting as he fucked you so hard your headboard hit the wall. A part of him wanted desperately to be him, to grip your sweaty body in his hands as you writhed beneath him. 

He closed the door as gently as he could, hurrying back to his small little house. He didn’t realize he was holding his breath until he closed the door and leaned against it, pulling his phone out to send an apology text. 

HIM: came over to check on snickerdoodle for you one last time, didn’t realize you were already home..sorry if i disturbed you guys. 

And then he left it, at that, shaking his head clear as he grabbed his keys, wanting to get some coffee so he could scheme up how to avoid you for the rest of his life now, completely surprised to hear his phone ping with a response. 

SWEETNESS: what do you mean? I’m still twenty minutes away..

His eyes go wide and he’s about to run out the door and back to yours when you call him, and to his own surprise, he answers it. 

“Andrew, what the hell do you mean?” Your voice is wavering, surprisingly angry underneath what he can tell is panic. 

He hesitates, because why the fuck did it have to be him telling you this? “Well..i..”

He couldn’t get it out, couldn’t find the words until you shouted his name. “Sweetness, I very clearly heard two people having sex in the bedroom when I opened the door..I just assumed that you had come home earlier than you planned..I am so, so sorry..” 

Your side of the line is silent, save for the sounds of passing traffic, and after a moment, you finally speak, your voice so calm that something about it makes him nervous. “Andrew, don’t let him leave. I’ll be there in ten.” 

In ten? He looked at his phone as the line went dead, hadn’t you just said you were still twenty minutes away? He steps out of his house and onto the small little boardwalk, a hand going to the waistband of his jeans, just under his shirt to double check that the gun he always carried was still tucked there against his back, just in case. 

He’s leaning against the wooden railing separating the houses from the beach when the door opens, and Jake comes shuffling out, a black OFD tshirt on, but only in his boxers as he ushers a bottle blonde out, looking with surprise once he sees him standing there. 

“Mornin’ sunshine.” Andrew says, arms crossed over his chest. “I don’t think you want to leave, you’re gonna want to stay for this.” He had heard your car screech to a halt in the small alleyway just as the door opened. 

“For what, man?” Jake asks, a clearly nervous edge in his voice. 

“This, you sonofabitch!” You yell, turning the corner like a bullet train. You push past the blonde and go straight for him, your fist balled up. The sound his nose makes as you cleanly break it is quite satisfying to Andrew’s ears as he cheers you on. “Again, Jacob? Can’t keep your dick dry for twenty four goddamn hours?!” 

“I’m just gon-” The bottle blonde tries to back away, but you quickly turn on your heel, a heat in your eyes that makes even him want to stand back. 

“You didn’t see my makeup on the bathroom counter? Or my perfume on the dresser? Lotion on the nightstand?! Are you blind or stupid? Or are you just such a fucking whore that you didn’t care, huh?” You’re yelling now, not paying any mind to the bloody man behind you, but Andrew is. 

He sees him stand up, blood dripping down his face before he sees him start to lunge for you, anger written all over his face. “Ah-ah, fucker, get your hands back!” He steps closer to you, gun raised and safety off. He wasn’t going to let you get hurt, not physically. 

When you’re finished yelling at the woman and send her on her way, you finally turn back to Jake, your hand on his bicep lowering the gun as you face the man who had cheated on you. “And you,” You snarl, Pope swore he saw your lip curl, your eyes darken. “I want you out of my goddamn house you son of a bitch, I don’t want a fucking trace of you left, I don’t want to ever fucking see you again.”

He has the audacity to roll his eyes at you, huffing. “You’re overreacting here babe, it’s not what you think it i-”

“It’s not what i think?” She turns to look at him, as if asking if he could believe what she just heard. “What i think is that the guy who hasn’t been able to make me cum in the past year-” Pope couldn’t help but snort at this. “Just had his fucking dick in some tramp, and from the way her makeup looked im guessing you fucked her real good.” 

“Oh please! I only fucked her because you’ve been eye fucking shithead over here!” The gasp that tore through your body was one he didn’t think could be possible. You push past the man and stalked into the house, rummaging around behind the couch for something, leaving both men stunned. “I’m the problem? It’s my fault you cheated?” You ask, coming out the door fast, neither of them realized that you were swinging an aluminum bat until it cracked against Jake’s kneecap. “I’m the fucking problem?!” Pope wasn’t sure what was worse, your anger, his clearly agonizing pain, or the fact that he wasn’t sure how to stop you. He let you give him one more good wack, hard enough to knock him out before picking you up from behind and all but threw you into your house, still yelling. 

“Hey, hey!” He raises his voice enough to get your attention, hands out in surrender as one of them grabs the bat from your hand, tossing it out of sight. “Sweetness, I need you to calm down, okay?” 

Your mouth opens but no sound comes out, though tears begin streaming from your eyes as you sink to your knees. “What have i done?” You whisper, eyes wide in fear as you look up at him. 

He just can’t stand to see you looking like this, so broken and scared. It hurt him, made his heart clench. “It’s going to be okay,” He says, sinking down to his knees, though he still towered over you. He puts an arm around you, bringing you to his chest. “I’m gonna take care of this, okay?” A kiss to the top of your head as he pulls out his phone, texts his brothers to bring a clean up kit and to get over here ASAP because he’s nearly sure that you killed the man. 

You’re not sure what happened, but somehow you wound up on your living room floor, in front of the couch, knees curled into your chest, eyes puffy from all the crying. “Thank you..” You sniffle, looking up as Andrew walked over from the kitchen, a hot mug of tea in his hand, he crouches as he hands it to you before sitting down next to you on the floor. You’re sure he’s uncomfortable, his long legs cramped in the small space but he doesn’t say anything and you’re grateful for it as you lean your head against his bicep. “I should have broken up with him before, i feel so stupid..”

“You’re not stupid.” He was forceful the way he said it, to the point that it almost scared you. “You’re gentle and sweet and he’s some giant prick that took advantage of you.” You don’t know it, but he’s looking down at you with a soft look in his dark brown eyes. “If you hadn’t broken his kneecap already, i probably would have done it for you.”

You sniff, a small smile on your face as you look up at him, sipping your tea. “Maybe not so gentle and sweet then, huh?” He chuckles at your words and it was the closest thing to a laugh that you had ever heard out of him, bringing a tingle down your spine. 

“No, maybe not, huh?” He hums after a beat. He liked that though. That you had that fire in you, that you knew how to use your anger like that. Was it the greatest way in the world? No, but he was sure he could teach you how to do better..wasn’t that the pot calling the kettle black? 

@thatchickwiththecamera @sidneysidney123

[danieyells]

YELLING AND SCREAMING AND OH MY GOD WHERE DO I FUCKING BEGIN?????????

GREAT EPISODE FROM START TO FINISH

HODGE AND PODGE SPRITE AND THEM ACTING OFF AROUND HYDE

ELIAS!!!!!!!! Oh his "dear heart" is going to eat some of you alive isn't it lolol

HARU LORE!!!! HARU CRUMBS!!!!!!!! SHION CRUMBS!!!!!!!!! DIONYSIA CIRCUS????? HARU WAS AN ACROBAT????? ANOMALOUS ANIMALS AS PART OF HIS CIRCUS ACT????!?

ROMEO TRUSTS HYDE SO MUCH. . .BUT NOW HE'S SO DONE. . . . .HE AND TAIGA AND EVEN FUCKING RITSU ARE READY TO BE OUT FOR BLOOD. . . . .

But saying the warding card was fake. . .Taiga's gun and his bullets are anomalous are they not? Hyde said warding cards can be damaged by anomalies. Plus the card was damaged but Romeo wasn't hurt. So I don't think it was actually fake at all. I really think it was a real warding card and Hyde's just a hardass about the way they need to learn things. The real world, anomalies out there, the real missions. they aren't kind or merciful, so they need to be ready for the world to be unkind too. But from their perspectives it just looks really really bad. . . . The filename says the flower is a snowdrop and idk about japanese flower kanguage but google says that snowfrops represent hope and rebirth and new beginnings which seems appropriate for a card that's meant to keep you safe from death(but could also be symbolic of the new beginning/rebirth of Sinostra's cooperation and trust in one another). . .i just feel like hyde is just too obvious y'know? So i'm probably just thinking wishfully

HEY IF YOU CHOSE TAIGA TO SHARE THE ROOM WITH I THINK YOU CANONICALLY FUCK. SO THERE'S THAT.

OH MAN AND TAIGA WHAT WAS WITH SAYING YOU COULD JUST STAY IN THE OTHER WORLD WITH HIM. . .OR LAYING DOWN AND DYING. . .WHAT HAS TAIGA FORESEEN. . .WHAT DOES HE KNOW THAT MAKES HIM SO READY TO GIVE UP. . . .

RITSU IS! SO GOOD!!!! JUST ACTS WITH SO MUCH AUTHORITY BECAUSE HE'S SO FUCKING CONFIDENT AND HE HAS NO SENSE OF HIERARCHY or i mean he does but like he knows he_s the smartest person ij the room and just. God. GOD.

I HAVE A HEADACHE BECAUSE I HAVEN'T SLEPT ENOUGH I THINK BUT EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS EPISODE WAS SO GOOD. FRONT TI BACK TOP TO BOTTOM GOOD EPISODE

I wish we knew which house the next episode was gonna be but they've stopped putting the sprite info in in advance and the preview image and name don't tell us much. . .it looks like a white limo soooo Frostheim again?

Jdbdudjdj SO MUCH BABYGIRLING FROM ROMEO. . .GOD THE WAY HE AND HYDE TALK TO EACH OTHER THE WAY HYDE SAYS ROMEO'S NAME SO SWEETLY. . .ROMEO SAYING HE TRUSTS HIM. . . . ALSO ROMEO GETTING THE SAN CHA HUI GUY DRUNK AND PROBABLY SEDUCING HIM FOR INFO. . . . . .

Just. Great episode for all three ghouls. Great hyde episode. Good lore crumbs. JUST. SO MUCH. ALSO CONFIRMED HARU IS CHINESE MAYBE? I FIGURED BECAUSE OF THE 'TOAD ON THE MOON' HOME SCREEN LINE. . . .

SINOSTRA IS SO FUCKING BACK ASSUMING HYDE/DARKWICK KEEP UP THEIR END OF THE BARGAIN!!!!

God god my head hurts so much from the hype and the energy and gooooood it was so good i'm gonna sleep well i'm in such a great mood all around I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHERE TO START WITH IT. I AM GOING TO SLEEP.

[jasontoddscrowbars]

Part of 29 of Thighs, ok? 🍗😌

(Rewrite)

Damian walked late into the Batcave, definitely not because he didn’t care, chewing on a chicken fry.

It was just the usual sights anyways.

Bruce at the computer typing one letter at a time with his index finger as he looked through his readers from the bridge of his nose.

Dick hyperventilating in the corner that he didn’t want to go out there because he’d just gotten his perm and it was humid AF.

Tim lying on his back on the floor as Jay sat on his chest, his head between Jays monstrous thighs as he had the most complacent grin as if he had reached nirvana as he was being practically suffocated by them.

Jason casually reading his book.

Damian slowly nodded.

Damian: thick thighs save lives?

Tim: thick thighs make the dick rise.

Dick, deadpanning: what?

Bruce: dammit! How do you google?

Damian glanced over.

Damian: dad, you’re not even in google. You’re emailing Alfred asking how to twerk.

Bruce: oh. Well how do I YouTube?

—

Later

Damian laid sprawled across the bed like a star fish. John sat kneeling over his chest awkwardly. He’d been excited to be suddenly called over but should have know it’d be for something as weird as this.

Jon: so what are we doing?

Damian: just shut up and sit on my face with your thighs.

Jon:…

Jon, blushing as he perks up like a puppy: yes, sir!

Outside the door Jason hands Tim a twenty.

Tim:… sluts.

Alfred coming up behind them silenced them.

Alfred: young masters? Why is Master Wayne asking me how to twerk? Is this some sort of midlife crisis? Should I learn? To support him?

The two glanced at each other. Gave short nods.

Tim: yes.

Jason: right away. He needs your support right away.

Tim: needs bonding time. You two should learn together.

Jason: don’t let him go back on it. He needs you Alfie. Have fun!

[sebdoesthings]

Calling all creatives!

Have you ever had a blorbo who speaks a different language than you? Have you ever written, drawn, or otherwise made something requiring another language, and gone "man, I wish I had a more reliable source of research than google translate"? Because I have.

That's why I want this post to be a hub for people to find others they can go to for language queries. This includes, but is not limited to, languages, translations, writing systems and alphabets, regional accents, dialects, and slang, as well as culturally and otherwise significant linguistic characteristics. And if you want to offer advice on things outside language specific themes, like culture or food, that can be handy too. So even if you "only" speak english, I'm sure your experiences can be of help to someone out there (being a native speaker of English is already something a lot of people are looking for)

So if you wanna help people out with this, reblog this post and list the following things: languages, writing systems, and/or cultures you're familiar with and can help out with, as well as who can ask you for advice (anyone, followers, mutuals, or friends only? Any DNIs?)

I'll start:

Languages I speak: German (native), English (fluent), French (still very much learning, but can maybe give advice to some extent in a pinch) Alphabets/Writing systems: Latin Dialects and/or Accents: Swiss German (native, dialect), Bavarian (familiar, dialect) Who can ask: Anyone not included in my dni, through asks or DMs Things I'll do: Give advice on language and culture, translate small bits of text, or anything else you need really

You can use the above as a template or modify it however you like if you have more to add or less to say.

Hopefully this way, we can all have a post to come back to the next time we need advice for a project.

[alienmiilk]

my sonadow fankid... his name is rush, a dimension traveller and he sometimes has a sibling called chase

REALLY long lore thing under cut

rush isn't technically Our sonic and shadow's kid, he's A sonic and shadow's kid created from a mix of prism + chaos energy in another universe/timeline that i named zero hill zone (sonadow are slightly older and closer, but their dynamic remains the same)

does this make sense

baby rush was a literal piece of the prism that sonadow took care of bc he kept gravitating towards them, sonic is the one who names him (shadow's like, why are you naming a rock)

something something the paradox prism starts to become unstable for some reason and z!sonic tries to find out why, except he's running out of time and he realises the only way to sort everything out is to entrust his alternate self from the other universe (our sonic) (he tries to send a message to other shatterverses to reach him, but it reaches them in garbled forms - nine in particular gets the signal, but can't figure out what it means)

the prism explodes, z!sonic dies in the process

rush is finally 'born' after this, breaking free from the prism piece as a little hedgehog the only thing he knows is that z!sonic died protecting him, and misunderstands that bc z!shadow left them, he must've caused z!sonic to die or at least was involved with it, or he just resents him for not being there for them

in reality, z!shadow was attempting to reach the other shatterverses (z!sonic's plan) but bc of the prism's power he's sent into the void (the one that the emerald falls into in that one ep of sonic prime) he's trapped in the deeper void for a long period of time

rush grows up in the post-apocalyptic landscape of zero hill (he imitates what he remembers z!sonic doing). he doesn't realise this, but as he grows older, the zone becomes to fall apart more (becoming like ghost hills) - at some point, he feels oddly drawn to the dimensional rips in his world and decides to go into one, having nothing else to do

now an essentially 70% formed paradox prism in the shape of a hedgehog, after some trial and error, rush realises he can go anywhere he wants and decides to look for other signs of life he ends up in the different shatterverses that we know of from the show, and as he makes his way through each they become destabilised bc he's basically a walking paradox prism. this causes the entire shatterverse to become messed up again, albeit slowly and gradually

bc of this, z!shadow realises that the void has started to destabilise and he manages to claw his way out of the deep void. he manages to find zero hills again but sees that everything is destroyed and washed out (ghost hills style) he finds out that z!sonic has died and is overcome w grief and anger. with how unstable the shatterverses are now and his own chaos powers, he manages to rip open gateways into other points in the timeline, he starts to traverse through them to look for other z!sonic in the past, or just other sonics

notably, he manages to find his way to the early days of project shadow and learns about the information about how he was created - a budding plan takes place, one to bring sonic back through the research (a different take on this au) - also like, he's getting stuck in another isolation chamber situation he is not doing ok, he's loopy

meanwhile, rush falls into green hills (the actual one!) and spots shadow...

idk how to summarise this anymore i'm not even summarising, jus tlook at my google doc

it's a whole thing, i might continue to work on if i feel like it bc there's no 'ending' yet, and also where's chase? no idea

either zero hills or the 'hostile shatterverse' is this

[sschmendrick]

Quando vou terminar minha dissertação (se acontecer), vou volver a escutar podcasts (Fala gringo principalmente) porque não tenho mais aulas até outubro e não sei como praticar o português de outra maneira.

Quero falar/conversar com pessoas mas é dificil ter o coragem de falar com a gente. Sei que tenho de fazer isso assim mesmo e que é a unica maneira de falar melhor mas me da medo kkkk.

[gomzdrawfr]

Fish talk.

Price likes rainbow trout that he cooked himself in garlic and butter in a ration tin over an open fire. Nothin better than trout you caught, gutted and cooked yourself on the river bank. Bonus points for a bottle of something cold and hoppy to go along with it while he eats it on the river bank, still wearing his wellies and waders.

For Nik, it's calamari and grilled sea bass with a glass of white wine, maybe a sauvignon blanc from France, in some swanky hotel on the Adriatic coast. Just sitting there in beige chinos, an open shirt and bare feet, skin still warm from where he was basking in the sun all day, not even checking the bill before he pays for it.

Fish recipes by the one and only, now visualised (somewhat) hehe

bonus of my reaction:

[anbaisai]

Happy birthday to @crystallizsch and the lovely Yuusha! May you have another wonderful year full of happiness and currynoodles💜

[copia]

top tip for new gif people because i've seen a few recently (which is really cool) - tumblr will compress your gif to a width of 540px when you upload it. this compression won't retain as much quality as if you just resize it to 540px across in photoshop/whatever program you use. tumblr will suck the life out of your beautiful crisp 1080px gif whereas photoshop will do its best not to (resizing in vapoursynth or similar is ideal but that's not necessary and often too much effort for adults with real lives)

[anomalymon]

so I also have heavy doubts about cringey-systems' and others claims about who they are and in general I would be wary of any doctor deciding to spend their time fakeclaiming systems on Tumblr dot com, but some of you are way too comfortable assuming that all doctors automatically believe in DID

[ii-meeple-confessions]

Who’s yr favorite mephone that isn’t like. One of the main ones (3gs, 4 ,4s) Mine is definitely mephone 3g because i’m SAD about her :-( (I think i already sent an ask about that )

Rest in peace Mephone 3g you would have had so much potential as a character 😞

.

[emberunderscore]

I LVOE WHEN DEATH AND DECAY AND ARARARAARARA

ive been enriched . i never knew there were so many fucking steps when you die

[happyk44]

There is so little info around HPD, it's frustrating, I just wanna see how an atypical or covert presentation would come across and then write a bunch of stupid HPD!Piper posts about it 😩

[crossbackpoke-check]

Dysprosium, Mary Soon Lee

dysprosium, AN 66, is a silvery-white rare earth metal. its name is derived from the greek dysprositos, meaning “hard to get at”, owing to the difficulty in separating and isolating this rare earth element. dysprosium is used to measure neutron flux, to fuel reactors, and to activate phosphors. terfenol-d is a magnetorestrictive alloy, meaning that it changes shape when a magnetic field is applied, and is used to manufacture underwater acoustic systems.

jason “robo” robertson, dallas stars #21 for @simmyfrobby’s nhl periodic table poems <3

[guinevereslancelot]

a kindergartener just said to me: "you look like joan jett. from the 80's, when everything was black and white." 😂