#but I also know I've forgotten some because I don't see a few I remember

[naralanis]

WIP title game

Thank you to @silv3reyedstranger for tagging me, this was uh... an unexpected journey down a shamefully long folder...

RULES: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

Perhaps -- Cissamione Slow Burn

lights out (and away we go) -- Supercorp Formula 1 AU series

while all of the lines are blurring -- Supercorp inter-dimensional travel AU

A Luthor's Gambit -- Supercorp, maybe evil Lena AU

For the Better -- Mirandy slow burn

The Appraisal -- Cissamione realtor AU

What Cissy Wants, Cissy Gets -- Cissamione smut series

A Funny Way of Grieving -- Cissamione, angst PW(much)P

A Little Give, A Little Take -- Cissamione, blind date AU

ISO Books (of the Muggle Variety) -- yet another Cissamione

Light as a Feather -- yep, you guessed it, Cissamione

Secret Fucking Santa -- Cissamione secret santa

why.docx -- unnamed Narlily PWP

the hug thing.docx -- Supercorp (mostly a Kara character study)

Edges -- Supercorp Blade Runner AU series

Tell Me Lies (Tell Me Sweet Little Lies) -- Supercorp, S4-5 redo/AU

Adventures of Soft Butch Hermione -- Cissamione smut

alien detection device thing.docx -- Supercorp, Season 2 re-do

Exhaust all Options -- Supercorp, Mxy comes to Lena AU

Running with the Devil -- Supercorp, Lex wins AU

Tearing the Universe to Bits -- Supercorp, evil Kara AU

the test tube baby thing.docx -- Supercorp, Kryptonian Matrix AU

The Eye of the Storm -- potential Azutarra? Azula character study, kinda

the roller derby thing.docx -- Xena/Gabrielle roller derby AU

We Provide Leverage -- Supercorp Leverage AU

Like Ships in the Night -- Jareau/Prentiss "what if"

Of all the gin joints -- Supercorp Casablanca AU

Three Kryptonians Walk Into a Bar -- Supercorp, + Kelly/Alex/Sam and Clark/Lois.

For my own sanity, I'm not even going to look at my notebooks, because there's a lot I have never typed out. We're going to bury those a little deeper in the drawers lol.

Also not tagging anybody, but any writer friends, feel free to participate!

[miriadalia]

Things you can comment on the fanfics you love when you have no idea what to say

From what takes less time to what takes more

~show those writers your love, please!! They do it for free T-T and they deserve better

1. Emojis

You know the vibe of the fic you're reading, chose the ones that suit it better.

❤❤❤

💔💔💔

🙈🔥🔥

You may think this is kind of stupid, but trust me, it is NOT for the writer. It shows you've read until the end of the chapter and that you liked it so much that you decided to say it publicly. Your presence means A LOT.

Also, leaving kudos or votes takes literally just 1 second, what are you doing NOT doing that?? 🤨🤨🤨

2. Simple phrases

I loved it so much!!

Can't wait for the next chapter!!

This was just so good 😍

Amazing as always, keep it up!! 🙌🏼

Writing is a lonely work if you think about it. When I'm in a writer's block, just one sentence can hype me up for the rest of the day and give me the spirit I need 💪🏽

3. The emotions you felt

Yes, you DO matter. That fanfic author cares more about your opinion than your stupid ex so you better write to them instead 🧐

The plotwist was so unexpected, I'm shocked 😱

You can't end with that cliffhanger, how am I supposed to wait another week??

Excuse me, I will now lock into my room and cry all night, thank you 💔

I've read some people saying they won't comment how they felt because they feel ashamed or shy. Take it as if you were about to post a tweet or comment on a friend IG's story 👍🏻

4. One piece of dialogue/prose that really amazed you

Oof 🔥 this happened to me a few weeks ago and that comment still lives in my mind rent free. There's no better way to compliment a writer's work than to highlight something they wrote that left a true impression on you.

And it literally takes no time:

[Insert piece of dialogue], oh she didn't just say that, imma throw hands 🤬🤬

[Insert piece of a description], I could really see it with my own eyes, loved how you described it!

5. Hopes and wishes for future chapters

C'mon, you're going to comment this anyway with some of your fandom mutuals or friends, why don't let the writer know that too?? COPY AND PASTE IT ✍✍

I just need Chatacter A and Chatacter B to kiss, how long is it gonna take?? 😩

Watching that scene in [Canon series name] would have been awesome!! Maybe in future seasons 👀👀

I hope [Ship Name] don't break up in the next chapter, they are so cute 😭

6. Character discussion

Okay, we're entering deeper waters here.

But the truth is: if you love that fanfic that much is because the characters really resonated with you. So express your first thoughts without any fear:

[Chatacter Name] is so important to me, like you have no idea. All the things they went through... But they still manage to be a better person ❤

[Chatacter Name] was so forgotten in [Movie/Series Name], I'm glad they're getting the development they deserved here!

7. Scene discussion

Again, you might think the comment section is no place to start "fangirling" over the stuff you liked. But IT IS!! And the writer wants to know your thoughts on their work, especially if your opinion is all positive 💞

This will take more time, sure. But if you're going to write it anyways for other people, COPY AND PASTE AGAIN, hon!

8. How this story is impacting your fan life (or even personal life)

You don't need to overshare, but simple comments like:

Your fic has really changed the way I think about [Character Name]'s decisions, I feel like I can understand them better now.

This story has motivated me to rewatch all the episodes again 😢 the nostalgia!!!

What you did with [Character's situation] was incredible! I've been there myself and I could have not explain it better 😔

... They will be the ones the writer will remember the most, I can assure you that.

9. A simple THANK YOU

At the end of the day, fanfic and fanart creators only have your feedback to rely on when the block or discouragement hits... This is about showing appreciation to someone you may not know at all, but that has brighten your day with their creations and efforts ❤

[directdogman]

hey dog! sorry to bug you with a coding question, but i'm learning rpg maker mv for a fangame & i'm wondering how you did a couple things. if it's not too much trouble, could you quickly explain some of it? i've scrounged around as much as i can but i cant find what i need so i thought it'd be worth asking directly ^^;

how did you get the players name to show up in the message log? i know theres a plugin that adds the name windows for other characters & i've got that figured out, but i have no idea how to get the players name to show up in the history after selecting stuff

how'd you get the graphic for the route diverging choices to show & play During choices? so far ive figured out that looping the images recreates the visual but then the game doesn't progress, bc its just stuck in that loop...

how'd you disable ( + grey out) dialogue options after selecting them??

how'd you add the fullscreen option? i found a code that was supposed to add a fullscreen option to the optionscore settings but that one just breaks the plugin & i simply Don't know enough javascript to figure it out myself

i'm using all the same plugins that dialtown has so clearly these are possible without extra ones, i just don't know how to do it,, thanks for explaining your pronoun system a little while ago btw! i wasn't the one who asked but your post was super helpful when i was setting it up for myself :D

It's been close to 6 years since I started making DT, and I had to figure out a few solutions to specific issues that cropped up which I've likely forgotten now, but I'll answer what I can remember. I'm also gonna give you some advice and advise you not to use RPG Maker for projects like these.

I basically Scott Cawthon'd DT and forced the engine to yield to my demands because I wanted to use the one I knew best. A few of these solutions are over-complicated because the easier ones (which would've worked in other engines) had to be constructed differently. I'll also mention a few solutions to problems you might not have encountered (but inevitably will if you try to recreate DT.) With that out of the way...

1)

You'll want these settings for the backlog plugin. the \c[x] commands refer to standard name colours. Log special inputs set to true, followed up by this below:

\n<\c[4]\n[1]\c[0]>%1

With \n[1] being the name you want and the number after the first c being what colour you want.

I'll also save you a potential future issue: I'd actually recommend you find the backlog plugin I used in DT's files (located inside the www/js/plugins folder) and use the version I have instead of the official release if you're not already, because I made a small change to fix an error. Basically, it breaks slightly with the plugin that lets you bring up the menu during dialogue because text reloads when you leave the menu and re-enter the text box, causing text to be logged at least twice after you pause it. If you keep bringing up the menu, you'll get constant duplication. I simply added a line of code that tells the log not to have two duplicates in a row. Not a programmer, but it seems works.

2)I did it in a funny way to ensure the engine wouldn't screw it up. Basically, there's 3 steps to the event and it's kinda hard to explain (and would be annoying to reproduce without a lot of trial and error for a beginner.) It's easier if I show my code. The first thing I do is run a common event (you can also just paste this code in and run it from the event) that renders the frames used by the popup, so they're loaded into memory + ready to go.

As you can see, they're set to 0 opacity but now ready to be used. Obviously they have to be on a layer that isn't being used by anything else in the scene (and won't be during this part of the game.) I run this event ahead of time, usually 4 messages before the choice comes up or so, so even slower PCs should have time to get them up.

The 'if head' thing just switches between the files for phone/typegingi's heads. I render each frame on separate layers and toggle their opacity from one to the next on a single frame to avoid flickering (bc RPG maker's renderer is hot trash and I have to work around it. Case in point.)

Step 2 is a second command event that orders the frames to fade in.

One layer is the text (which doesn't move) and the other is the first frame of the little head animation. A switch is also turned on at the end, and this signals the animation to go, which is handled by an event on any map where a choice like this comes up.

The event page that handles the animation itself has 2 pages, one to handle the animation as it goes and the other to handle when it stops (note that you could use one page and simply use a conditional branch. I didn't.)

Set to parallel so it runs in the bg behind normal events. As you can see, every 17 frames, I command one image to fade out over a single frame and another to fade in. It loops perfectly, cycling from middle frame, to left, to middle, to right, back to middle. Finally, when you select any route diverging choice, it sets off a second switch, which activates the second event page and commands the game to dispose of the graphics and then turn itself off.

Basically, it's the same animation but with a twist. The text is faded out over 60 frames and then the same animation is played as before, except the values it fades back into go from 255, to 170 to 85. Each of those commands is also followed by a 17 second fade to the opacity of the next frame. So, frame one renders in one frame at 255. Then seventeen frame fadeout to 170... Next frame renders for 1 frame AT 170, then fades out gradually to 85. Then next frame renders at 85 during 1 frame, fades to 0. This is how i synced the turning animation to fade out convincingly.

At the very end, I turn both of the switches this event page uses off so both event pages don't continue on loop. I also have a check for the first event variable to check if the game should still think the animation is running, as a failsafe. I don't remember if this mattered.

3)It's a function in the YEP Extended Message Pack. You'll see the commands for hiding (temporarily removing) + disabling choices (greying them out) as you scroll through the help list, almost 2/3 down. The thing you have to remember though is that messages that are commanded to be hidden/disabled will STAY disabled unless you turn them back on. So, ANY time there's a possibility to make a choice with a disabled or hidden message, add this plugin command to EVERY selectable choice

ClearChoiceSettings

This will ensure the game doesn't break from having a choice permadisabled. If you use loops or labels to make the game return to a previous choice, make sure the looping point is BEFORE any logic that may disable/hide a choice so it doesn't autoenable everything if the game has to go back.

4)Make a new RPG Maker project, copy the js folder from www/data/js and open the new project alongside your other one. Then check my YEP Option core plugin and follow this path in the plugin editor

This code should work.

On a similar note, I'd also take a look at how my plugins are ordered, if your list is different. I had to meddle with the list to make sure some plugins functioned correctly. This engine is held together with duct-tape and spite, so do what this advice what you will.

Hope this helps!

[generalsmemories]

Ginkgo leaves

✧ jing yuan x gn!reader

✧ based on the ask: Since reqs are open, you think you could write jing yuans reaction to his lover being Mara-struck? Thank you! - requested by anonymous

✧ contents: established relationship, angst, hurt/almost no comfort lmfao, implied character death, mentions of other characters, pov mostly written in jing yuan's pov, still usage of 2nd pov (referring the reader as you), mayhaps ooc because jing yuan is an emotional wreck.

✧ a/n: when i tell ya'll i legit struggled to be able to write this entire thing. there's been like 3-4 scrapped drafts because halfway through writing i would just NOT be satisfied with the result. to the anon who requested this, i'm so sorry it took this long - but i hope the upcoming trainwreck makes up for it! a trainwreck im still not actually satisfied with LMFAO. but it's better than the other 5 scrapped works. also not beta-read so fellas if u see a spelling error - no you didn't.

p.s: some mara-struck information i give here are totally fanmade for the purpose of this fic alone, as such don't take whatever i write about mara here as what actually happens canonically to characters (then again most of the playable characters have different symptoms of mara themselves).

"Benefactor, am I correct to believe you're asking me if the general has any specific interests?" Tingyun asks with a snicker, the trailblazer looking away from her prying eyes while mumbling a quiet yes.

"Some of the younger... Can I call them younger? Anyway, some of the younger Xianzhou citizens are very infatuated with the general. Seeing as I've been announced as his honory guest, they do often come and ask me various things to try and gain his favor. So yeah, anything at this point will work - so please!" the trailblazer hurriedly explained, clasping their hands together in a desperate attempt to get anything from the foxian amicassador leaning back with a quirked eyebrow.

"Ahh, love truly makes someone go blind doesn't it," she muses out loud, the trailblazers' eyebrow furrowing together in confusion over the foxian's lady choice of words, "... You're not entirerely wrong with that statement..."

"Do you want to know what his favorite flower is?" Tingyun asks, ignoring the confused question that had been uttered to her, snapping her fan open to hide the cheeky smile that spread across her lips - but anyone could still tell that her eyes were gleaming with mischief as the trailblazer nodded their head.

"He doesn't have one."

"Then why did you even-"

"But he likes ginkgo leaves."

The trailblazers' eyes widened in shock, and rightfully so because the very thing ginkgo leaves are associated with are after all...

"He had a lover once, and as far as I'm aware, his last moment with them while they still had their consciousness intact was surrounded by ginkgo leaves."

Jing Yuan whilst having forgotten almost every single moment with you, does unfortunately remember the exact details of the day that your descent into madness started. Because what he witnessed wasn't a futile struggle you had with yourself to not to destroy everything within your vicinity. Instead, he witnessed the slow process of your bright self becoming an empty shell, only capable of uttering a few words.

It's comical really, even when faced with a curse that struck everyone mad - he found out that it oddly fit your character to not go mad, but instead become the complete opposite of your gentle self. A hollow shell of the person he fell in love with all centuries ago.

Jing Yuan knew he had to end your suffering right then and there when you first started to show signs.

But he couldn't - This wasn't something that had to be immediately dealt with, his hand wasn't forced like it was back when he had to slay his own master down before she took more lives.

No, this was a normal afternoon on what would've been another normal, mundane day in both of your lives. But everything went wrong the moment Jing Yuan heard the breaking of glass, and how there was a lone gingko leaf inside the palm of your hand - a ginkgo leaf that you were staring wide-eyed at with a trembling hand.

You were too far from the veranda to have a ginkgo leaf in your hand.

General Jing Yuan would've ended your suffering the moment you turned around to lock eyes with him, your own face twisted into one of utter fear.

General Jing Yuan would've reported you the to Ten-Lords Commissions as the law had stated. But Jing Yuan couldn't - because Jing Yuan knew that the moment he did, he would never see you again.

So he decided for once he would be selfish. Jing Yuan rarely made choices lately that was based off of his own feelings, but his time with you was cut too harshly, so once again he chooses to be selfish. Even if that meant that it would prolong your suffering just a tiny bit more. "... We can figure something out," was the only thing he could muster up the courage to say with a shaking voice. You didn't say anything, your mouth wobbling a tiny bit and your breathing getting harsher by the second.

But still you indulged him - you always did. So with an equally wobbly smile, you only nodded your head slightly, "... Sure."

That wobbly smile and expression of utter fear was the last genuine expression that truly came from yourself.

The descent to becoming fully mara-struck is usually a fast process, the curse able to completely overtake someone's mind within the same day the symptoms appears - rendering the person completely vulnerable with the only alternative to either hand themselves in to the Ten-Lords or wait for the Ten-Lords to come to them personally.

Your usual easy-going smile was gone, in its stead was eyes that kept going in and out of focus. Almost as if you were desperately trying to keep yourself grounded - a battle you both knew would end with your defeat.

Jing Yuan didn't dare to venture outside of the house. One step out and every Cloud Knight would've been on you within seconds to subdue you. He had first initially resorted to just holding you within his arms for as long as he could, to be able to remember how you felt like after your death.

But with the minimal strength you had left, you had wobbled to the garden, every step taken only making you pant heavily. But even with heavy breaths of air leaving your lips, you had refused to take Jing Yuans hand or offer to even carry you out to the garden. When you had managed to reach the ginkgo tree standing tall at the center of the garden, Jing Yuan was sure you were going to collapse in front of it, taking a quick step to catch you.

But instead you had merely reached your hands up, the falling leaves fluttering gently down onto your palms. And while you were in indescriable pain for the last couple of hours - Jing Yuan could only see a serene expression when you looked up at the ginkgo leaves that were continously falling down.

"... They're beautiful... aren't they... Jing Yuan? It's almost a pity... that these beautiful... leaves are associated with our doom," you said softly. Jing Yuan could feel his breath hitch in his throat when you uttered his name.

You're obviously struggling to convey whatever thoughts you still had to him properly, taking a moment in between words to catch your breath, eyebrows furrowed slightly as you fought against the searing pain that was spreading through every nerve in your body.

There's a sudden gust of wind which causes the pile of leaves in your hands to flutter away from your grasp. Your hand stretches out slightly, almost in an attempt to reach out for them - stumbling a bit in your step. The limp causes Jing Yuan to take a quick step forward with his arms outstretched. Perhaps seeing him in your peripheral vision causes you to stop the futile attempt to catch the escaping leaves, arms going limp against your side as you turn to face him - your once blank expression turning into a somber smile instead.

Jing Yuan thinks that it's unfair how normal you look in front of him - almost as if you haven't been becme mara-struck. Like nothing has happened to you aside from the ginkgo leaves fluttering from your lips whenever you cough. The same cough that causes the general of Luofu to flinch every time - without fail.

And perhaps you can see his inner turmoil, the way he tries to make eye contact with you, but is unable to after a few seconds. The way his hands clench too hard into fist to the point droplets of blood fall down to the grass and stains it a deep red while he bites his own lips to not say a word - lest he says something that he will regret.

And you truly wish that you could tell him everything is okay like you usually do.

But for the first time since the day he lost his friends, you can't.

"... I'm sorry," you finally say, the apology making him whip his head up to you again. Mouth opening to say something to comfort you, to tell you that it's not your fault. But the words are unable to leave his mouth when he sees your arms slightly outstretched towards him with a small smile.

And he can't hold it in anymore.

It only takes him a few wide steps to reach you from his position before he cradles you within his arms. The grip is tight, unbearably tight to the point it hurts, but you don't complain. You're limp in his hold, and if this was any day he wouldn't comment, but the fact that you're not moving a single muscle terrifies Jing Yuan to the core. "... Please," he finally manages to whisper, the rustling of ginkgo leaves around you almost drowning out his quiet plea.

"Please don't make me do this again."

He doesn't ask if the tensing of your body is caused by the pain that's rapidly increasing or if it's caused by his silent confession. He can however feel the gentle hand that rests against the lower part of his back and your head resting against the side of his own. The reassurance you try to give him does nothing to help because he's aware that it probably brought you unmeasurable pain to try to move those limbs - instead the general buries his face closer to your neck and squeezes you tighter.

"... You won't." you whisper quietly.

It takes a moment for Jing Yuan to process the meaning behind those two words.

But it's a moment too late, because before he can get his phone out to usher a command, a few resounding knocks can be heard throughout the quiet mansion.

"General Jing Yuan. This is Xueyi of the Ten-Lords commission. I've gotten information that there's currently a mara-struck within these premises."

Jing Yuan feels his blood run cold, he pulls himself away from you to stare at you properly in disbelief.

You're still staring at him with the same somber expression, however he can tell there's a small pitiful smile grazing your lips, "I'm sorry," you whisper once again.

"I asked her... personally," you start, finally letting yourself rest now that the end is near, slumping down onto Jing Yuan's chest, your ear settling itself against his heart to hear his rapid heartbeats.

Jing Yuan loathes the fact that it's at this moment, with the Ten-Lords commission outside of your door and with him completely broken do you actually look at peace - like your battle against time has finally come to its conclusion.

And naturally, the one who lost is you.

"Half a day... with you. Then she would come and bring me there. You won't have to... do this again."

You're not able to see Jing Yuan's face - and Jing Yuan wouldn't want you to see how he looked like right now. The arms around you is trembling, his mind is racing - trying to come up with anything to give him a bit more time with you.

But for once, the general that had a plan for every situation had nothing in mind.

He's lost. And the prize of the loss this time is losing you forever.

"General, I apologize for the rudeness of what I'm about to do, but this is for both of your safety," Jing Yuan hear Xueyi mutter from outside of the door, before he hears the rattling of the door frame start to slide open.

"Wait- no," it's a quiet request that gets ignored as Xueyi strides in alone, the lack of company making Jing Yuan's eyebrows furrow in confusion.

"... Their last request along with the request for my late arrival here was for the Cloud Knights to not see you like this. Naturally I won't tell anyone of what I've seen today."

Jing Yuan doesn't care about that, he could care less about his image right now, pulling you closer to him while his eyes are downcast - he makes no move to hand you over to the judge.

The puppet judge before him does not say anything - nor does she make a move. What she does however is wait, wait for the general before her that has been utterly crushed and broken by the person in his arms start to accept the harsh truth once again.

If he doesn't handle the mara-struck himself, someone else would - but the end result only serves to punish him in the end, the one left behind.

Xueyi hears a silent breath be let out by the general, her once closed eyes opening up to see the general pull slightly away from you, one hand reaching up to cradle your cheek. Your eyes have long since closed, and you're most likely not even conscious to hear what he's about to say.

"My dear... I'm sorry I couldn't do more for you. But I'm afraid you'll have to wait a bit longer before we can meet again," he whispers, bumping his forehead against your own gently, "I hope you won't fault me for that."

A long ginkgo leaf flutters right between the two of you, eventually settling down on your chest.

Jing Yuan sucks in one last deep breath, "I'm sorry I kept you here for so long - I'm sorry you had to be in pain for so long because of me," he leans in to slot his lips one last time over your own, whispering something that Xueyi can't hear before he rises up, your body limp in his arms.

"Thank you for your service Miss Xueyi, please see them off appropiately." Jing Yuan says, voice sounding eerily calm - almost like his usual self.

When he turns around to finally face her, the puppet's lifeless eyes seem to grow a bit in surprise. Before her is the general of Luofu, his usual easy-going smile present on his lips.

Like he wasn't carrying his mara-struck lover in his arms.

"As much as I would want to accompany you to see them off, I'm afraid I have some urgent matters to attend to," he informs, handing your body over to Xueyi - she doesn't comment on how his hands are still slightly trembling or how he immediately turned a bit to the side to ignore staring at her head-on.

Even though Xueyi doesn't want to ask, she still asks either way, "What are your plans from here on, general?"

Jing Yuan only gives her a close eyed smile, turning his gaze towards the large ginkgo tree with his hands behind his back. He gnaws a tiny bit at his lips, finally breathing out.

A couple of seconds passes by before he opens his mouth.

"I think I'll meditate a bit under this tree before heading back to the Seat. I can't leave Luofu without me for too long after all."

5 SCRAPPED WORKS AND I'M STILL NOT ACTUALLY THAT SATISFIED BUT IF I KEEP THIS PIECE LONGER IN THE WORKS THE MORE I'LL BUTCHER IT SO HAHA - THIS IS THE BEST WE CAN DO AFTER 3 MONTHS OF CONSTANT BACK AND FORTH FELLAS. I HOPE IT SQUEEZED YOUR HEART A TINY BIT NONETHELESS.

[shoggoth-the-bitch]

So I've seen a few posts at this point suggesting the theory that Arthur's lighter might have something to do with the Black Stone Arthur and John are being sent to find by Kayne. Well I have some additional thoughts to add to the idea.

I think it's a really solid theory. Kayne can't see the stone and he always seems to forget about the lighter. And at this point Arthur has pointed out that Kayne has forgotten the lighter at least twice I believe. They also keep making it a point that Arthur just kinda randomly remembers it in his pocket. It just feels like that really want us to remember that the lighter is there, without saying out right that it's important beyond being a source of fire and light.

Personally, I think maybe the lighter might even have the stone inside of it. Like maybe it's just really small? Or maybe it just has a fragment of the stone inside of it? The lighter did, after all, belong to Roland Cummings, who found himself in the Dreamlands and is now apparently in the Dark World. Roland could have found the stone and hid it because he knew it was an object of power.

And the stone might also be the reason that Arthur is able to handle being a host for John/Yellow. Like, Kayne keeps wracking his brain about what makes Arthur special but what if there isn't actually anything special about him specifically? What if it's just the result of his exposure to the stone? Maybe that's way Larson was dying after only a few days of being a host to Yellow, even though Arthur survived literally both of them for roughly five or six months at this point.

More than that, does anyone else think Arthur heals really fast? Like, I know some of his healing is due to magical forces protecting him and part of it is the magic of story telling. But the man is riddled with scars, from wounds that seem to heal impossibly fast. Like, Arthur set his own broken legs only for them to immediately heal. It's implied that Kayne healed them but why would he? He clearly found his struggles funny. And being gored by the monster in the mines? Yeah, John patched him up but some thread from his jacket and some fishing hooks wouldn't have fixed him up that fast. He was running and squeezing through tight spaces in no time at all. By the time that got to New York the wound was entirely forgotten about.

This is all to say, I think the stone is protecting Arthur to some degree. I don't think it could keep him from dying but I think is helps him heal faster and might even give him a bit of luck. I did point out a while ago but Arthur does seem to be one lucky son of bitch given that he keeps taking near fatal wounds but seems to live through each one. He's covered in scars but not one injury has stuck yet.

And I think that's all because he's carrying the stone with him and literally no one knows. Maybe it's even something divine in nature? The cultist used the Grey Stone to get what they wanted but what if in a way that's how the lighter works too? "This too shall pass." They constantly quote the line, like a mantra that they entrust their blind faith into. Almost certainly something an object of power would latch onto and use almost as a form of worship and reverence.

[kiennjio]

Significance of Shiraishi An's WL chapter

Now that the VBS WL event is out on EN, I can finally post my thoughts about it. This is a summary with additional commentary, so it won't make much sense if you haven't read the event story yet. I'm going to skip past the start of An's first chapter because I've talked about her issues with Kohane before here, and I don't really have much to add.

At the end of the first chapter, An hears a voice singing which is revealed to be Nagi's, and she appears as the Nagi An remembered as a child―specifically Nagi in her prime. As we all know, Nagi is dead and the person that An sees is just an illusion made out of An's feelings, just like everything else in Street Sekai. In some ways, this Nagi is a ghost, and even though An realises that and is afraid of ghosts, her first reaction isn't to run away, but to chase after her (a detail brought to my attention by @ oblivioniis in this post).

Yet, no matter how fast An runs, she's unable to catch up to Nagi. This could be because An views Nagi as someone who's unreachable; even though she has made the decision to surpass RAD WEEKEND and go beyond Nagi's dream, An thinks her goal, and hence Nagi, is still way out of reach and near impossible. And because she feels this way, the Sekai also reflects that by making ghost-Nagi always a few steps ahead of An, always in sight but never close enough to touch (just like how the large wall represents RAD WEEKEND).

However, when An screams at ghost-Nagi to wait for her for once, she actually stops. At this point, An's feelings of Nagi being unreachable is being overshadowed by her desperation to talk to Nagi again, and hence those feelings are what made ghost-Nagi stop walking.

Despite overcoming her fear of ghosts because of her love for Nagi and finally being able to catch up to Nagi, An finds that she doesn't know what to say. An never got the chance to say goodbye before Nagi's death, and she definitely has a lot she wants to tell Nagi (the reason why she chased after ghost-Nagi in the first place), but she's probably too overwhelmed by the fact that any of this is happening at all.

Then, ghost-Nagi pats An's head, imitating what she did when An ran away as a child (which we saw in Vivid Old Tale), before she disappears. I'm guessing this happened because that moment is important to An. That was the day An realised that everyone in Vivid Street truly cared for her, that the people she loved also loved her back. Patting her head was Nagi's way of telling An that she loved her without words.

Afterwards, An hears the song that she sang together with Nagi, and by hearing the voice that she has been working to surpass all this while, she's reminded of something. She declares that she'll catch up to Nagi and go past her.

🎧: I'll catch up to you soon! I'm gonna come charging towards you! And I'm gonna fly right past you. So... You better be ready, Nagi-san!

An promised to surpass RAD WEEKEND and go beyond Nagi's dream with VBS, and even if she thinks that's impossible, she will continue working towards it and definitely achieve it in the end. When she was a child, RADder had broken their promises to her multiple times, and because of that, An is someone that will never break her promises.

I think it's interesting to note that ghost-Nagi had not once said anything in the event except sing. It could be that An has forgotten what Nagi's voice actually sounds like except for her singing, or that An doesn't know what the real Nagi would have said to her then, so ghost-Nagi never actually spoke.

This WL chapter is my favourite because it explores both An's resolve and gives An and Nagi's arc a somewhat more proper ending compared to Light Up the Fire. It also really shows the potential of Sekais, where feelings alone can make a dead loved one appear. There are still a few more things I hope will be explored in the future, but I think this is really good.

[discjude]

Oh boy oh boy its the discjude official COVEN bingo card!!! not many are about the coven themselves because i uh uh don't know too much about them but yeah. I've put a brief explanation of each of these under the cut (because a few are vague) (WARNING its a lot):

Lady Lesso mentioned: this one sort of coincides with "hester true evil speech". I reckon she's important enough to the witches to warrant a mention. Also. I think all of the Lessos might be relevant but I talk about that in my predictions

Obligatory Sophie cameo: she's Soman's favourite. She's showing up

Political commentary: based off of his substack, I don't think Soman will go too overt with it, but I think there'll be a more roundabout one. I'd love to see him address the fact that he wrote in that homophobia is a thing in SGE. Soman if you can hear me

Drag race reference: He's done this a lot before, in QFG mostly, and I think he'll do it again

TCY acknowledged: this could be like a "haha yeah you remember how the storian almost got destroyed? that was kinda crazy aha". I have a horrible feeling that he's going to completely skip over that part of canon

Hester gives a speech about "true evil": i mean come ooonnnnnnn. I also think this'll include something about evil love that contradicts the canon about it

No blatant fatphobia regarding dot: Soman phased this out in TCY I think he'll have stuck with it

Rats are, somehow, back. Not explained: Japeth killed at least one of those things and I genuinely think Soman will have forgotten it

Events of R+F acknowledged: ties into my predictions a bit, but I reckon the setup regarding neverland and the other stuff in Fall might come up

I'm right about my predictions: I think the entire thing looks very aquatic themed, and there's a lot regarding evil water stuff, so a) the mermaids are relevant b) the saders are (still) relevant c) the lessos are relevant. that's the big three in my opinion. I can't wait to be horrifically wrong

Storian still at fault: i mean. name one book where it isn't. and you cant say OTK that doesnt COUNT

Symbolic ending of the series thing: I want the storian dead. thats what this one means

Obligatory tagatha: come onnnnnnnnn

There is at least one twink: yeah. not much to say here

Vaguely pub-style setting: this one also includes "why is everything british" because i said so

None Japeth: Japeth is mentioned by name exactly no times. I'd love to have faith but I really don't

Tennis reference: I fucking CAUGHT Botic being a tennis player's surname in the prequels. he's GOING to try it again

Colour/lighting symbolism: have a draft rn about colour symbolism in SGE and I think Soman might lean into it

At least one snake: please i want to feel something

hestadil real: come ON he's doing this every tiktok post about coven has had the hestadil tag he's doing this

Aric is referenced: goes with my predictions and lady lesso being mentioned. I hate to say it I think he's far more likely to be referenced than Japeth

Big unanswered question gets answered: the BIG!! one is the Aric Dad Reveal. I want to know for parallel reasons and I think it could happen. maybe

no wait! We'll use the power of friendship: speaks for itself. something like this happens

major character death: goodbye dot. im being fr I think she's dying in coven

Thank you dearly to @liketwoswansinbalance for some of these entries I really struggled to think of some. Also no I'm not convinced of my predictions. But it'd be nice. right

[creatingblackcharacters]

Hello, I am so sure you're tired of hearing white people's story idea worries but uh. Here I am. I'm bad at keeping things short but I will try my best. In my main project I'm working on, three of the four protagonists are POC, two of whom are Black. I've had friends say that one would be described as Afro-Latina in the real world, but that's kind of my problem - this is a fantasy story, and I'm trying very hard not to use those kinds of Real World Words. I'm currently doing a full rewrite and one of my goals is to actually describe people more, because I notoriously hate character description (if a book has a goddamn looking-in-the-mirror-describing-myself scene I'm immediately throwing it away). I guess what I'm getting at is... how do you convey a character's race in a world that isn't ours? I've tried to bring it up a few times in narration but I'm worried it's going to get forgotten. I also wanted to ask in regards to one of the protagonists specifically, the one who may be Afro-Latina: She's a princess, and so the historical ruling family is Black. But like most (if not all) royalty, they have done some heinous shit in the past. This isn't doing the oppression-reversal thing, is it? And lastly, the royal family (including this princess protagonist) has piebaldism. I can't remember why I originally gave them this trait and I'm working on having it be more accurate genetically, but I'm worried that this is somehow racist? Basically, this story is not *about* being Black or anything, I'm certainly not qualified to write about that, but as a queer person I find the idea of "casual representation" incredibly important. That is to say, a character is undeniably X (be it Black, nonbinary, autistic, etc), but this fact doesn't necessarily have an impact on the plot. It's the hope of getting to the point where literally any combination of race/gender/sexuality/etc can be an "everyman" without raising questions. So all that is to say, I want to make sure the races of these characters are clear and undeniable, even if its a fantasy world. Thank you for all your hard work on this blog and I'm sorry to come to you like this! I hope you have a good week!

I don't think that was the best way to lead, no😅 Y'all don't have to apologize to me for being white. I'm going to direct you to read all of my lessons to help with your lack of confidence, but I'm gonna direct you to some specific ones for the questions you asked:

Gotta be honest, if you're not willing to commit to the Blackness of this character, then you shouldn't really bother writing her or any of them 😅 lesson 3 goes into why getting some sort of specific detail on a Black character is important. Just because "real world" races don't exist in your story, doesn't mean that that's not what we're going to see on human characters! White people might exist in your world, but you're not going to call them white! If you want us to see someone that would, in our world, be considered an Afro-Latina, then that's what you're gonna have to describe. Describe hair texture, skin tone; everything technique you'd use to describe a nonblack person, you're gonna use those same techniques!

Afro-Latina is an ethnicity, btw. She could look like literally anything. Do you want us to see examples of her specific culture, on top of her physical description? What else do you know about that culture you're referencing? I have another lesson that discusses that, plus, I always suggest Raybearer by Jordan Ifueko for this question. See how a Black author incorporates multiple real world cultures without ever saying those names outright!

Why would piebaldism be racist, when it's a genetic condition? 😅

As for the ruling family thing, refer to this lesson, but generally, it's not going to be racist unless you are careless about your narrative and make it so. 👍🏾 Do the research!

[coca-lastic]

❀ More Than Friends ❀

Summary: You and Finnick have been friends since before he was chosen for the games. Finnick has been through things you haven't, including games, so it seemed impossible just to think that he might see you as an option.

Tw: No use of Y/N and no more, just stuff and sweet things <3

A/N: My first language is not English, so forgive me if there are some spelling mistakes, I would really appreciate it if you correct me! Also, this is the first fic I've published, but I'm trying my best so you can have a good time reading.

Spring was entering district 4. A truly beautiful season of the year, the summer heat is approaching little by little, appearing especially at midday. But then the traces of winter try to re-emerge at night, giving a continuous instability in the weather, something annoying for some people, but for you it was the best time of the year.

Especially today, another day in this spring. You were lying face down in the hot sand - thanks to the heat that your body has left there after long hours in the same place - resting your head on one of your hands to keep it up and be able to read the book in your hands, your hair is tied so as not to hinder your view and a beautiful view of the sea. Every few minutes you raised your head a little higher, explaining that you wanted to see the immensity of the sea, but there was something else that was calling your attention right there, swimming and floating next to the waves, with elegant movements and, why lie, That man looked too hot. It was normal to notice a man from time to time, especially on the beach when shirts were practically non-existent. Of course, it would only be normal if the man you have secretly admired so much was not your best friend.

Finnick Odair, that beautiful boy who time and time again made your brain push away any thoughts that weren't about him, or the boy who made your heart race every time he approached you. He is a very affectionate and sweet man, even if he is just your friend, hugs and kisses on the cheeks, forehead and head will never be missing. That only made you feel more and more lost, more crazy, more in love. The thought of what Finnick would be like as a boyfriend always intoxicates your mind, the thoughts of a soft kiss that you honestly needed too much, the thoughts of sleeping with him and not just because that day you decided to have a sleepover, sleep in each other's arms, in his bed like a custom, like normal. Hug HIM, Kiss HIM, Simply say how much you love HIM, how much you want HIM.

And once again, thinking only about him brought you consequences.

"Sweetheart, I know I'm pretty handsome, but looking at me and not taking your eyes off is a bit too much, don't you think?"

"Shut up, Odair," you said, returning your gaze to the book that you had completely forgotten at the sight of the man you loved emerging from the sea. Now, the only thing you were struggling with was not to look up, you didn't want to see those beautiful eyes and remember that he only sees you as a friend, you didn't want to see his muscular arms and remember that they will never hold you the way you want, or see that incredibly hot torso and your heart bursts, thinking of all the beauty you will never be able to claim as yours.

"How ungrateful, I give you a good view and you don't even let me talk, apparently I'm starting to be the vulnerable one of friendship" He said, sitting next to you and putting his hand on your back, trying to make you turn towards him. Sure, tour reaction to hes touch only made you nervous. The feel of his great wool along your back, his fingers completely touching your skin making you feel butterflies.

"Ha! You always have been, dear" You scoffed, opting to sit up, even though it meant making eye contact. "How was the water? Is it too cold?" Normally in spring it is difficult to decipher what temperature the water will be at, the climate is very changeable, so the sea is too.

"You're cruel..." He said as he shook his head and a smile appeared on his lips, revealing his dimples. "Anyway, the water was fine, a little colder than normal but nothing unbearable. "So why didn't you enter? We would have had a good rest competing"

"Well yeah, I was a little busy with the book"

"With the book or just seeing me?"

"God! You really won't stop joking about that, right? Well, sorry for looking at you, I know next time that offends you" you said, rolling your eyes and crawling a little closer to him, there was no reason to do that. Lastly, maybe you were just too cold to avoid the temptation of chaining him to your arms in a hug.

After a lot of laughter, sarcasm and jokes the sun began to set and the cold decided to come out. You started to shake a little and your skin broke out in goosebumps.

"Is the poor girl cold?" The blonde said, tilting his head a little and looking at you with a mocking smile.

"How the fuck can you stay warm all the time, I hate you." Something curious about Finnick, he is always warm, his hands are like a personalized rating and much more effective. "Give me your hand" you said, you were cold and you had a friend who wouldn't hesitate to help you with that, so he not only gave you his hand, he wrapped you around his big, muscular arms.

The only thing you could think about was that being in the arms of a handsome man, you feeling so small and him being so incredible was like a dream come true.

"God, sweetheart, you're freezing," he said as he began to rub his hands against your back. "We should walk home, you're going to get sick."

"But- no, you're almost never in District 4 and when you're here you don't have time, let's keep talking." Finnick was always in the capitol, apparently he had some jobs that you didn't know about. "Come on, admit that you missed spending a quiet day in the beach." You said, separating your head from his shoulder so you could look him in the eyes.

"More than that I missed you, but...yeah, I guess I needed a day like this" And there it was, a beautiful, warm smile, now your goosebumps weren't just from the cold. "But that doesn't mean you have to freeze to death."

Exaggerated

Finnick got up from the ground, and as you were hugging, his movement forced you to do the same. You separated from the hug when they were already standing, looking at him with a pleading face, "you know I don't get sick easily, come on."

"Why do you want to spend so much time with me all of a sudden? Normally the one who begs for more talk is me" he began to walk in the opposite direction to the sea, and thus exit to the main road.

You grabbed his arm to stop him from continuing walking, when he stopped walking you stood in front of him and said "you should take advantage of the fact that I'm being loving with you, go back to the beach, hug again so you don't 'freeze to death' and- I don't know, talk about something...you know" you didn't even know, you just didn't want to go home and the next day find out that he went to the city again.

"Owww, needy girl," he said mockingly, grabbing your hand to drag you with him. But you dug your feet into the sand, removed all traces of jokes from the air and took a big step.

"Yes, yes I am...I need you Finnick." You grabbed his hands and looked him fully in the eyes, despite the nerves it caused you. "And lately we haven't been able to see each other often and I- I understand that you're busy but I need you so...let's just go back to our previous position and talk a little, please."

"I...I can't. Look, I know that all this time we have been very good friends, I know that all this time spending days like this on the beach was part of the routine and... I know that hugging you was an act completely normal between us but I...I can't do that anymore without getting nervous, without feeling like my heart is going to explode-"

"I love you"

You didn't think about it, you just said it, you loved him, there was no doubt about that. And maybe you thought that he didn't love you the same way but you don't need to finish listening to what he says to understand that maybe, and just maybe, if he is willing, you can love each other.

And there was no response, Finnick just continued looking you directly in the eyes with his mouth slightly open and his eyebrows raised. "I...I love you very, very much...so..." you repeated, you needed an answer, your heart could jump out of your body at any moment if you didn't get it.

"I...wow, I didn't expect that" he said with a small laugh, finally, it wasn't the answer he expected but at least he got out of his shock.

Of course, that answer only made you more nervous, I loved you back or you just looked stupid. Maybe you were about to be sent straight to friendsone and that scared you too much.

"I... forget it, it was an impul-" the only thing your mind could think was "DAMN, HE'S KISSING ME" because the only reason you hadn't finished your sentence was thanks to lips crashing against yours.

It didn't take you long to keep up with him, it was another dream come true, it was a moment you had been waiting for for a long time and you didn't know it was going to come true until 5 seconds ago. He had his hands on your face, holding it as if you were made of glass, with a delicacy, tenderness and love that you had never had from him.

You placed your hands on his chest, and moved closer, if that was possible, his body colliding with your lips and all you could think about now was how much you loved him.

You began to separate your lips from his, even though you didn't want to, but you no longer had any trace of air in your respiratory system.

“I guess I managed to stop your sentence in time,” he said, looking you straight in the eyes with a smile that revealed his teeth, a smile of complete happiness. "I love you too, I love you so much sweet girl"

And they joined his lips again, for the second time in the thousands or even millions of times they would do it, because they no longer loved each other as they did before, now and in the future they will be more than friends.

Anyway, I think this part is to remind myself that this is for fun, I don't expect many likes but I'm happy to get my thoughts out of my head :v

[toadletthethird]

My friend just finished her first stp playthrough in which she kept saying the most opportunist-coded shit possible so here are some highlights:

• (when asked to explain her motivation in the first chapter) "Why would I take the blade? Killing the princess is.....not very gentlemanly....... I respect the code of street fighting - don't attack the unarmed"

"Didn't you return for the blade?"

"Well when I turned back, I was without it. And when I picked it up, she was in another room. Only when I returned I was fully armed and she was too! I mean, she cut her hand with something. So it's all fair"

• (first reaction to Opportunist) "yaay someone who'll agree with me on anything :D"

• She decided to leave the basement because the witch locked her in there and escaped in the previous chapter -> wild

• Was ok with Networked Wild until Witch's voice appeared ("noooo I don't like being yelled at :(") Still helped the Wounded Wild tho

• Then got Beast -> Den with Skeptic ("finally someone who tells me what to do :D"). Paid no attention to Hunted. In the end, it turned out she had forgotten about him altogether ("is that a new one??")

• She tried to save Den, but because she had a blade behind her back, Den injured her

• Then Stranger. (first reaction to Contrarian) "Finally, someone with my level of intelligence!" (said as a praise, apparently). Didn't allow contrarian to throw the blade away

• Then Prisoner. (about Skeptic) "Yep, he talks the talk!" (after a minute of his monologues) "wacky captain obvious...."

• Was ok with Prisoner's plan until she asked for the blade. Attempted to cut out Prisoner herself, and when was justly knocked down, she stabbed her

(after a few phrases into Grey's chapter) "shhhhit should've let her kill this dumbass.... I'm talking about myself btw"

• Was ok with Nightmare until the staircase, "Yeah, sure, like I can't come up with reasons for her to go first!"

Then near the door, "wawawait, let's play dumb! Mmmmm I think it's closed, but what do I know, I've never seen any doors before..... (Nightmare tells to actually try opening it) Well damn. Guess we have to kill her now" -> wraith

• She was happy to see Oppy again and stated that his arguments made sense.....but didn't like how bossy he was during wraith possession, so she jumped into the hole just to piss him off

• Got the New and Unending Dawn ending, which she liked a lot. After looking at other options, she still leaned towards her canonical choice

• Also some commentary about the good ending: "The narrator is guilty of naivety. Serves him right. Even if I agree with his plan, I wouldn't do it at my expense..... Wait are they applauding? :D Yeah maybe it's not so bad" (and no jokes.....we stayed in the titles for quite a time to discuss the playthrough. so it really wasn't so bad)

Ok ok it's getting long, so I'm putting her reaction to PATD under the cut

(after seeing the TLQ) "Wait he's so good at this... Is this Skeptic?"

"WAIT IS THIS OPPORTUNIST? OHH SO FEARLESS WITHOUT ME HUH?? WENT ALL WILD WITHOUT ME???"

"I like Hero, he has his subordination in check :D"

(about this scene)

"Yeah no way we're giving her the knife"

".....huh?"

"What? I don't need backstabbing. (*Opportunist says the same*) Well I can't disagree with that... I'm sure of this decision"

"🤨"

"What?"

"I'm saying this with all my love, but..... Do you remember how you killed the Prisoner because you didn't trust her with the blade, and how did it end?"

"WELL I'M NOT GOING TO SLAY THIS ONE"

"And do you remember how Den bit you because you couldn't throw the blade aside?"

"BUT I'LL FIGURE SOMETHING OUT NOW"

"🤨🤨"

"Wait I'm getting self continuous... Fine, you're right, let's give it to her..."

But we continued with the first choice because. time to learn the lesson.

Then we played through the escape together ending and she was SO stubborn with the idea that the princess will stab her. Even when she threw the blade away, she was like "ohhhh so what can she do without the blade huh? Strangle me??? Noo, I know — she'll lock me down here again, she can do that............" And she was genuinely surprised when nothing bad happened. And loved this ending so much. So. this adventure was definitely something to see.

[crystallizedtwilight]

I really like how you draw what you love in the moment. I am making a shift in my drawing interests as well, but I'm starting to feel guilty. My friends and followers know me as the (insert fandom) artist. Deep down I know what I am feeling is silly. Draw what you love! Who cares! I know that is the truth. So my question to you is, what do you do when those thoughts come to your head (if it does)?

What a thoughtful question! Below the cut:

Thank you! I've been on tumblr for 10 years and I have come to accept that I will always receive certain messages when I begin drawing a new interest:

"Guess you don't draw X anymore" / "Why did you stop drawing X?" / "Are you ever going to draw X again?" / "I want more X" / "When can we expect more X?" / "We're never going to see X again, are we?"

Though I've emphasized many times that this is my blog for all of my art and all my fandoms, every time I switch interests I am swamped with messages like this 3-4 months afterwards. It's an inevitability, because new folks may have missed that this is a "my current interest" blog, and old folks may not like the new content you're interested in.

At first it really bothered me, because I'd draw like 150 pieces of art for a fandom for 6 months straight, need a break, and the next day people will be like "guess you don't care anymore" like all the art I did wasn't enough.

The reality is: I like the idea of managing one blog for all of my artwork. I like how low-stress it is to have one, singular place I can still use a playground for my interests. I think it's a concept some people have forgotten is an option. Dare we call it a portfolio.

I am aware that the more "modern" way to conduct things, if you want to build an audience, is to have several blogs, each dedicated to one of your interests. But the very thought of managing 100 blogs every time I got a new interest makes my skin crawl and I know it would instantly suck the fun out of it for me.

I don't want to do that. I don't want to "build an audience", I just want to have a fun space for me. There are already so many social media sites out there besides tumblr, and if you're an artist that uploads to more than one, multiplying those by each of your fandoms? Sounds like more work than I want to do.

I can't remember the name of the artist, but I recall a few years ago one of the artists for the show Korra was bombarded with these sorts of messages when they started posting art that wasn't Avatar-related. And they said something to the effect of "I gave 2 years of my life to this show. Let me explore something new." And I'll never forget that. I feel the same way.

The theme of this blog is "my art". That's it. My interests change, sometimes circle back, and change again. And that's ok—that's how artists keep art fun for themselves. Every artist deserves a playground where they can share and connect with other people who are also just as excited about their newest thing. That's the joy of it.

Keeping yourself in a box just because that's what people want or expect you to do is the death of creativity. I am at peace with people unfollowing if our interests don't align anymore. This was never a blog for catering to anyone but myself, and that is ok.

So those messages don't bother me anymore. I know they're coming. I know they will always be there. And, every time, I will find new folks who do want to share in my new interest. I think in many ways I like starting over again. It feels refreshing.

But more than that, I know the importance of keep a space for myself online where I can be as creative and fun and silly as I like, chasing after the latest thing that is making me smile.

[viloxity]

I thought of something more fanciful, like for example, a reader girl almost a baby who entered a dungeon forgotten by everyone and there she found Jinwoo, in my delusions he can transform into a kind of chimera dragon (You know with a human body even the torso and the dragon torso hahaha) At first Jinwoo doesn't pay attention to this girl, but she keeps coming to see him, so Jinwoo tells her that if anything she doesn't have anything better to do in this abandoned world.

She tells him "I don't have parents, nor a family, much less does anyone care about my existence... Are you like that too, sir?" And although she only sees her human half hidden in the shadows, she does not see her dragon half (Let's be clear that obviously Jinwoo can transform at will but for me he is a bit lazy for that hahaha. Returning to the topic, she frequents him a lot and he He lets her be, bored more than anything since he doesn't bother leaving his territory, he usually listens to this girl's ramblings and over time he takes a liking to her (although he doesn't say it openly) Then on another day he tells her that Why don't you just stop coming to see him? If you know it's dangerous, but she doesn't care and responds with another question: "Why don't you ever let me see you? I only see your eyes, which are beautiful and changing."

Jinwoo would sigh and would take a while to respond with "Humans don't understand my existence, much less would you, but you're strange... maybe one day I'll let you see me in full."

And everything would stay there but with the passage of time she stops being a girl and at some point she is a teenager, at this point she is the only one who knows this eternal and forgotten dungeon (not so much because she is the only one who remembers and always goes to see him) In the end Jinwoo is seen for the first time when she tells him that she may not come to see him anymore because the way here is dangerous for a civilian, although he is bothered by that and blames the few police in the place.

Laughing without grace, Jinwoo finally agrees to show himself after years in darkness, she would be surprised but she would only tell him how great she looks and that would be enough to make him sigh at how strange she is but not make him love her less. Neither of them knew that Jin-Woo would become obsessed with her when she gradually stopped visiting him because she was busy in her adult life trying to survive in the remains of humanity, which would upset him and make him go out for the first time (I forgot to say it). but it's a strange AU hahaha, it occurred to me, Jinwoo is also a shadow monarch, obviously his physical form is different)

I hope you liked my delusions, anyway, thanks for reading! Another fellow novice fanfic writer greets you (Cough! I've been writing for 7 years, I'm sorry! Hahaha)

MY FIRST ASK WOOHOO!!! and an amazing one at that, I really love your mind! I wanted to wait until I got the second part out but I don’t wanna ignore this since it’s passionate and lovely so here I goooo

exploring AUs involving Jinwoo is great bc there’s soooo much to do with him—especially bc of his power as a shadow monarch. It’s one of the reasons why I decided to do a ‘bad ending’ story in relation to the main story; like what if jinwoo did not want to side with humanity? it’s like the same idea here except he’s a more neutral figure and is unbothered by the world around him, therefore he plays no hand in it…. Except you come barreling into his life. It’ll start a domino effect the moment you speak to him, which he might realize later but it’s too late then. Perhaps he might do subtle things that display his dragon like nature—hoarding—and humanity. If he has a hoard of sorts, he would give you gifts from his prized possession. Normally, he would be angered at the idea of some pathetic lowly human touching his treasure but he feels warm at the idea of providing you with something he cherishes. You would initially protest—probably because it looked expensive—but his growls that nearly ripped the cave apart would zip your lips immediately. Your departure that day would be filled with immense amounts of ‘thank yous’ and he would just give you a begrudging ‘yeah, whatever; get out of my sight.’

After some visits, and when you say the final visit will be your last, there is a new feeling that bristles within him. The way that his claws get sharper, his teeth begin to bare, and his expression contorts confused him—never before in his mundane life did he act in such a way. It was different, deviant, and new—a sensation that excited him more than anything. He would recognize, then, in his own little world how he gave you a comfortable little place in it—a place that is always, always by his side. If he was quick enough, hearing your footsteps echo as you trekked down the mountain, he would give chase whether that be through his dragon form or his shadows. If you had already left as he sorted his thoughts, he would fly to your village himself and find you. You were a priority now; someone who deserved everything and he knew he would be the one to give you the world. No matter the cost, he would have you, and he would keep you.

I hope this did your story justice? Thank you for sharing !!

[sharp-rosee]

Hey funny story: I haven't been around Tumblr at all for months, but today someone told me menalez had deactivated or something so I came on here and looked it up. First result was a post by you, i checked out your blog and wouldn't you know it your most recent post had you defending me post mortem lmfao. I sent an anon to the other woman too but it seems she won't post it so to clarify to you: when I supposedly said "studies showing violence suffered by bisexuals are cringe and useless" what I remember thinking about that is that those studies that I've seen are never used to try to understand why bisexuals suffer such insane rates of violence (more than homosexuals) and trying to stop it. I've only seen them be used as battering rams in discourse when homosexuals criticize bisexuals. Which is crazy for such a serious issue and totally trivializes it lol. Also that my explanation for it was that such studies show that many abused people incorrectly id as bi for a time. You can disagree or wtv just those were my points, she made it sound like I'm cheering on women beating if they're bi or something. Also your defense of me (thanks queen lol) is accurate if you were wondering. I used to be sorta pro strict separatism but I outgrew the anger/ denial phase of "most women will partner with men" and reached acceptance. Most people are built for romantic partnership, that's just human nature, I can't be hating het women just because their lot in life in that means they're more likely to be abused. Just because I'm not drawn to men, or even much to romance, doesn't mean I should act like that's everyone else too and judge them on that standard, I accept reality and want women to be safe within that rather than pointlessly hate on them and get all worked up because some women have boyfriends..

Well I'm also a mean asshole, I'm sure you noticed, and I definitely would give the bi girlies on radblr a hard time here at the time lol. I don't have the "one side" sort of takes on this divide on radblr. It was funny but I can't feel the energy to that anymore since leaving tumblr, way too few bis or gays irl to care about that stuff. But at the end of the day these are my actual takes on all that disk horse. Funny to see it immediately on such a causal stroll around here lol

-sleep3r4gent

QUEEN I used to follow you ♡ at least when I was crypto a few years back I did.

Also, I'm glad you clarified because the way some women on here seem to hallucinate things they read almost makes me feel insane as well. Like you sending an ask saying you never thought of a certain perspective is not indicative of you agreeing and obviously one can change their opinions over time.

I really have no opinion either way tbh, I myself am straight and in a relationship, and have had others on my last blog send some anons calling me a "dick worshipper" and other misogynistic BS, but they stopped once I didn't let it bother me much. It's so obviously a group of trolls that it's embarrassing that they still believe it enough to keep bringing back the same users, some like you who aren't even misogynistic, to further their persecution complex.

It even is more annoying because these are the women who made Mena/Moideater leave, the above drama is a big reason why. The way radblr will still reblog posts from very racist blogs and not bat an eye but then freak out over a clique of women who aren't even radfems really does show what demographic makes up this site.

I know it gets exhausting to be involved in arguments, but it's nice to know you're still somewhat around. I hope you, Mena and Moid come back someday. If not I understand. But I'll never forget any of them and I haven't forgotten you 😭😭😭

[princessofghosts-posts]

Building on to your post about Percy, what's your opinion on Nico turning someone into a skeleton by touching them? He did it in the last TOA book but it was written is such a nonchalant way as of that's just something normal but HE JUST KILLED SOMEONE BY TOUCHING THEM?? Like Rico Riordan made Nico OP without even realizing it??

Y'all I didn't read TOA yet,so I don't really know much of it,except the things we all know and the various spoilers I've made for myself (it's stronger than me-). But this? Why didn't I knew about this? 👁️👄👁️✋

Now,this,this is amazing. First a ghost and now a skeleton too? And he did so by just a touch? Not even the whole "you aren't worthy of living and you deserve to be forgotten" thing he did to Bryce,with also cracking the ground open,was present? Just...a single touch? Damn. Whoever said,after this,that Nico isn't a powerhouse is straight up blind. I was already going to make a few posts about Nico powers and the way that Riordan downplayed them,but I take this moment to say that this is terrifying in a good way.

Nico doesn't have many problems to kill someone if he know they are dangerous for him or his loved ones,we saw that with Bryce; and he also isn't afraid to condemn people for their wrong doings,look at Minos and Octavian. While killing isn't his first solution,if he sees that he has no other choice,he doesn't avoid it and goes all out.

So,if he turned someone into a skeleton,it just means it was the last resort he could think of. It's not really a bad thing,especially if the guy was a big problem for them or tried to harm them (knowing how some things ended it was 100% both) and Nico just couldn't stand him anymore.

Like I said for Percy,Nico is allowed to use his powers for self-defense. Even if sometimes he turn people into ghosts or skeletons,if by the end of the day it helps him surviving,then so be it. Percy and Nico aren't different from each other,and both of their powers evolved in Tartarus. You also need to remember that Nico didn't had Will with him the first time,and endured more than Percy and Annabeth did,so his powers went on a rampage there.

He did what he did because he wanted to survive. Demigods life,no matter how sugarcoat Rick can try to write it,is about 2 thing: kill or be killed. And sometimes,if you want to survive in a reality like this,you need to do bad things. And it's totally fine since you want to live. People needs to remember that Percy is an anomaly. Greek demigods don't usually live after 16,and it's a miracle that some turned 18 and more. It's rare for them to reach adulthood,and even after that you are still hunted by every monster that can get to you. After Luke (he was 19),Percy is right now the only demigod to reach past 17,going to 18,and is still alive.

Honestly,I never understood why people at both camps were always scared of Nico and his powers. That type of apprehension should be for every Big 3 children,since Percy can be worst than him sometimes. But no,only Nico. As if he is doing a crime by using his own powers when it's his right to do so,especially when he needs to protect himself or someone else. They are part of himself that can't change and will be always there.

As long as Nico doesn't loose his sanity and decide to turn the whole Earth in the realm of the living dead then we are pretty good. Can't wait to see him turning someone into a zombie next 🥺🙏🏻

[pickledoesthetumbling]

So, I took the time to listen to some of your voice impressions and afterwards I just... sat. In pure silence. My had my hands folded below my chin and contemplated the likeliness of Alex Hirsch creating a second Tumblr account where he could minger among fans without them suspecting a thing, posting "fan" content of his own show. But then would he have hired the other actual voice actors for the characters he didn't voice? Hmm...

In the end, I still considering it as possibility, btw.

Alright, jokes aside, HOW DO YOU SOUND JUST LIKE THE CHARACTERS?! Your voice impressions are amazing, utterly astounding! I just— Please tell me you have earned a lot of followers for how good they are. I don't know how to find out how many followers other Tumblr accounts have because I'm still new to it, but you should have several, otherwise the world is plotting against you.

Anyway— Would you mind maybe explaining your process? I live to hear behind-the-scenes kind of stuff and would be especially interesting to hear from you with how accurate your impressions are. And, also, have you considered gaining a professional career in voice acting? I feel like you would be excellent at it if you did.

wow. okay. this is a lot.

i may be turning into a pile of happy sludge now.

i am not alex, to start off. i promise you that.

so, some context. gravity falls was one of my first real shows that i watched. i saw some of the episodes back in the heyday and thought "huh. this is weird. but good weird!". i didn't think much of it since im a busy person, always have been. then covid hit 5 years ago and i was bored out of my mind. i'd watched ducktales 2017 and had liked it, so i wanted to find a new show to watch with my mom and brothers. enter gravity falls. i remembered what i had watched a few years back and figured we should give it a watch.

that show had such a profound impact on me and it was one of my first true hyperfixations. i learned every little bit i could, consumed everything there was to consumed, read all the side books, everything. it was around this time i discovered i could do grunkle stan passably. i didn't think much of it since i didn't know how cool impressionists are and what they can do. however, it receded to the back of my mind when my next hyperfixation hit. you'd never guess what it was...

it was the owl house. of course it was. when it started back in 2020, i saw the trailers and thought "this is a girl show. i'm not supposed to find this interesting". (thanks, dad). oh, how wrong i was...

if gravity falls opened my eyes, then the owl house beat me upside the head with a frying pan. i learned way more about a lot of things, like being introduced to lgbtqia+ people, nonbinary people, people with trauma, and autism being a lot more common. that show had more of an effect on me than anything else in my life, and my love for it will never cease. this show led to me figuring out that i'm genderfluid and probably autistic, which helped me so much in understanding things. during this time, though, gravity falls was pushed back down, not forgotten, but not that relevant. that was until i fell down the theory rabbit hole, tho.

what brought gravity falls back to me was when i remembered that someone tried to steal stan's car in vegas. someone named "marilyn". this got the cogs turning. edas full name being edalyn, her being likely to steal a car, her being notorious in the human realm and using that name, a lot of stuff. but this connection between my two favorite things revitalized my love for gravity falls. now, it was the characters. i'd gotten back into it. this coincided nicely with a comicon, where i saw something about voice acting and decided to see what i could do. i haven't turned back since.

first i brought stan back, since he's pretty easy for me to do. sometimes my voice normally sounds like him after i've been shouting a lot. then i started trying to do my other favorite characters, and found myself at a road block. i kept grunkle stan going strong, and got some other characters too (dm me for full list of characters, don't feel like listing them rn, this post is long enough as it is). then tbob came out, and i gained new hope. along with getting into dragon ball and hearing clips of roshi (who i can also do), i realized i might be able to do mcgucket as well. if alex can do it, so can i! this really started it. soos came along not too long afterwards (by the same logic), and then i attempted hooty. hooty isn't my greatest one (my little brother does him better), and that put bill and king off of the table since my voice can't get that high yet. this was also around when i got tumblr. then, i had an epiphany. stan and ford are twins who can do each other's voices, right? (doesn't matter that alex and jk simmons did those parts normally, in the lore the stans can). they are both in a similar kind of gravelly register, so i started working on it. no one was harder to get down than ford. it took weeks of attempts, but eventually i got it. i then did a dub on tumblr after posting other stuff for like a month or two, after i could get into ford relatively quickly. it took off. i think its still my top post of all time tbh. i've been posting voice acting stuff ever since.

ok, with lore dump out of the way. i'm at about 20 followers rn, but that's pretty good for only 3 months of original content. i'm sure to keep growing if i keep at it. i'm a variety blog, so i'm sure to keep amassing loyal subjects treasured fans.

as for my behind the scenes process, it's called "stan first, everyone second". i can switch between my normal voice and his on a dime. after i get my throat warmed up, i then can do other people. with ford, i have to do stan's voice at least once before being able to use his. same goes for mcgucket (young and old), doofenshmirtz, batman, anyone else with gravel. there are a select few i dont need to do stan for, like soos, frieza, and super kame guru, tho.

as for you last question beloved moot, i would love to do voice acting for a living. it's a competitive market, but it would be my dream to do it.

anyway ty sososososo much for that ask! i love doing my voice impressions for people, and will do them often enough. in fact, i have another one on the way rn (once i record). tysm for the ask! <3 <3 <3

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“Oh, wow. This looks exactly like how I remembered it!” I say after walking into Mason's pub.

“Thank you?” he says while finishing to clean one of the tables.

“It is packed” I say, following him as he moves to another table, saying goodbye to the couple who just left. “Is there something going on today?”

“England is playing against Spain. It is a friendly, but we are playing against the current European champions, you know?”

“Oh, yes, of course. I had forgotten.”

“What?” he laughs. “You've never liked football, Emilia.”

“I went to watch you play more than once, didn't I?”

“Yes, but you went because you liked me, not the sport” he smirks.

“Whatever” I reply, looking around. “Can I get that free drink now?”

“Sure. Wait for me at the counter, I need to attend those tables over there.”

“Ok” I say, trying to make my way without bumping into any of the customers that are standing. 

“He said he would be here ages ago and still hasn't showed up” a man says when I make it to the counter.

“The pub is packed with people and it is just him, Robert. Be patient” the woman next to him says.

“I'm tired of being patient. I want my drink!”

“Robert…”

“This pub is supposed to be the best in the area, a five stars one. But so far it sucks.”

“Hi, sorry for making you wait” I say, quickly moving behind the counter and grabbing an apron I see tucked under it. “There was a little problem in the storehouse and it took me more time than I expected to fix it. What can I get you?” I say with my best smile.

“You work here?” the man says, arching an eyebrow.

“I do, yes.”

“Umm…” he says, clearly having doubts about it. “I'll have a pint.”

“And I a Shirley Temple, please” the woman smiles.

“Perfect.”

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“What the fuck is she doing?”

“What?” the guy Mason was talking to says.

“Sorry, I have to… I'll be right back” he says before running towards the counter. “Emilia, what are you doing?” 

“Helping you” she says while getting some drinks ready.

“What?”

“The pub is packed, you can't attend everyone, and there was a couple about to write you a bad review. I had to do something, Mason! Do you know how important online reviews are these days?”

“I… I…” he mumbles.

“Listen, this is what we are going to do. You'll take care of the tables and I'll stay here at the counter.”

“Emilia…”

“It will work out, Mase. Don't worry. I know what I am doing.”

“Do you?” he laughs.

“Yes, I do. Look at my tips so far” she says, showing him the money she had in her pocket.

“You've earnt all that already?”

“I have” she smiles. “So, do we have a deal?”

“Ok, fine” he says after thinking about it for a few seconds. “But if you have doubts about anything…”

“I'll call you. Now go back to the table you were attending before they also threaten to write us a bad review.”

“You mean me. Before they write me a bad review.”

“Of course, of course. Now go” she says, dismissing him with a flick of her hand.

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“I've finished cleaning all the tables, Mason. What else can I do?”

“Silence, please” he says, lifting his index finger while counting all the money we've made today. “Bloody hell, dove.”

“Is that a good or a bad bloody hell?” I ask, sitting on the stool next to him.

“A really good one” Mason says. “Football nights usually are the best ones, but today we've doubled what I usually make and I haven't counted your tips yet.”

“Then you're welcome, Mount” I smile. 

“Yeah” he chuckles. “When did you learn to serve drinks like that?”

“I worked as a bartender during my first years of uni.”

“Really?”

“Yep” I nod. “I needed the extra money. And right now, I could also do with a job.”

“What?”

“Let me help you with the pub, Mason.”

“Hell no.”

“What? Why not? We clearly work well together. Look at all that money!”

“Emilia, just because tonight things have been good, it doesn't mean they will always be.”

“Maybe they will. You don't know that.”

“Dean will never agree to this. Why don't you work with him at the garage if you are so bored?”

“First of all, I'm not bored. If I want to work it is because I hate feeling like I'm wasting my time doing nothing when I could be helping someone. You know me, I can't stay still.”

“True” Mason chuckles.

“And yesterday I tried helping Dean at the garage and it was a disaster. I used a blue pen instead of a black one on some papers, and he almost killed me.”

“Sounds like him” he chuckles again. “But this… This is hard work, Emilia. Especially during the summer.”

“I know, Mason. I may not have lived in Bluebell for years, but I know how busy it gets with all the tourists and events the town organises. But if I survived having night shifts and going to my classes in the morning, all while studying and having time to hang out with my friends, I can do this. Besides, you owe me.”

“What do you mean?”

“I gave you my virginity, Mason. Now it's time for you to give me something in return” I smirk.

“Emilia, you… you…” he mumbles, his cheeks turning bright red.

“C'mon, say yes to this. C'mon, c'mon, c'mon” I pout. “I promise I will do everything you say. I will be the perfect waitress. I'll be so good, that by the end of the summer you'll have to put my photo on the wall with “best employee ever” written underneath it. Please.”

“Ok, fine” Mason sighs.

“Is that a yes?”

“Yes, it is a yes. You are hired. But” he says, stopping me as I am about to throw myself at him and hug him. “We have to talk with Dean first.”

“What? Why?”

“Because I want to know what he thinks about it, if he is ok with you spending your days here with me.”

“Mason, we live in the 21st century. I don't need my brother's permission to do anything.”

“I know. But he also is one of my closest friends, and I don't want him getting mad with me. Or with you. Or with both of us.”

“Fine, we'll talk with him tomorrow morning. Is that ok with you, boss?”

“Please stick to my name.”

“Don't you like being called boss? Being the one in charge?” I ask him with a teasing smile.

“Don't do that, Emilia.”

“Do what?” 

“Tease me like that. If you want this job, the insinuations and double meanings have to stay outside the pub.”

“I wasn't insinuating anything.”

“Emilia…” Mason sighs, his cheeks still bright red. “Do you seriously want this job?”

“I do.”

“Then keep your promise about being the best waitress ever and behave yourself.”

“I will. Pinky promise?” I say, lifting my little finger.

“You seriously haven't changed a bit, have you?” he says, trying his best to not smile but being betrayed by his dimple.

“I mean, I definitely look hotter than when I left, but no, I haven't” I shrug. “Now, finger.”

“What?”

“Your little finger, Mason. We have to seal our deal.”

“Ok, yes, of course” he says, linking his finger with mine.

“What were you thinking about?”

“Nothing.”

“Then why are you blushing? Again?”

“Emilia, you just promised me you weren't going to tease me. Again.”

“But our fingers are still together, which means that the deal hasn't been completed yet.”

“Now it has” he says, letting go. “You must behave yourself, dove.”

“Yes, captain. My captain” I say as I stand up, giving Mason a military salute and making him laugh. 

“I'm gonna put all this money in the safe and then I'll come back to help you clean the floor, ok?”

“Ok” I nod, feeling myself smiling like an idiot as he walks away, the sound of his laugh stuck in my head.

I had missed it so much.