#could've been working on a wip instead

[flownwrong]

really heavy and oversharey vent on that under cut. i thought many times about dropping it in someone's dms, but it just does not seem mature or respectful, lol. no one should be my mental health counselor. still, if you read this and have anything to say, i'd really appreciate it.

so, i kinda suck at journal-type blogging and i'm kinda at a loss about what i can contribute to fandom—

i'm too hampered by my issues to keep up a writing schedule, too insecure to actually work on my writing via critique, too incoherent to do meta or recs, too inexperienced to do any kind of archiving, too inert to initiate anything fun, too removed from western context to fit in, too ESL to get my point across, read too little, talk too much, too young to be smart, too old to be this dumb, should care less, should care more, should get a life, should stop self-flagellating—you name it, i'll self-flagellate about it. the worst part is knowing it doesn't help but being unable to stop.

some days it gets so bad i can't bring myself to even look at others' fanworks or blogs because of this—and, of course, then i shit on myself for not doing my part as cheerleader and commenter.

but when i got kindly encouraged to try dw out, i figured anything is better than talking myself out of fandom because it's too late and fandom's best years have come and gone without me or whatever defeatist pessimistic bullshit i cultivate in my brain every day that has one point: shut up, log off and don't come back. no part of fandom will ever be as isolating as my brain is.

it's better to make a greeting post and come look at the reading page and maybe even take part in some events once than not at all, right? even if some comms keep dying out and getting smaller and events keep closing (and I keep missing the dates every year anyway and then sit in horror thinking it might've been my last chance), even if current state of the internet is bullshit and seems hell-bent on making it harder to fandom—it's not like i'm walking through barren wasteland of a fannish post-apocalypse, right? it's not like there will ever be a fannish post-apocalypse, right? you can't take away people's impulse to fandom any more than you can take away their impulse to, say, make music, right? right?

didn't i have exactly the same thoughts coming here a couple years ago—or, hell, before that, deciding to break my lurking credo of 10 years and leaving my first comment on fic—thinking i'm always too late, have nothing to contribute and will just post into the void twice a year? yeah, no, it did not turn out like that.

i'm lucky to be friends and talk with amazing folks on here and over at discord every day (even if i get choked up thinking that in the vague future where i suddenly get over myself and can create something good they might not be around to see it). i'm lucky to have written words people respond to. i have something to say that people are willing to hear. i'm lucky to have met people who have been doing this for literal decades and don't seem to be going away anytime soon. point being—i had time to outgrow fandom and that ship has sailed. i love this shit, and i'm lucky to share it with wonderful folks.

i just wish i could internalise it, too.

[claps hands] anyway! come see me on dreamwidth. who knows, we might have some fun.

heya, i know i'm like 20 years late to the fandom party, 15 years late to the journal-era fandom, and definitely also late for this — but i'm on dreamwidth now, for whom it may concern! come see me if you are too, i'll try to keep it semi-active

[starmocha]

My Sunday afternoon has been....odd.

Phone: *30% life, refusing to connect to any of the chargers* Me: Really? Are you going to be a fucking cunt? Phone: *immediately powers off on its own* Me: 🤨 Me: *reorganizing my study that's been neglected since September 2024 and accidentally turned into a storage closet* 🎶I HATE THIS~🎶 Me: *browsing Aliexpress every 15 minutes looking at the same LADS fan merch* Me: *sees cute things* awwww 🥺🥹🥹 Me: *sees Cursed Things™* Oh. Me: *brainrotting about Caleb as one does* Me: Heh. Nice. 😏 Tablet: *playing the same YouTuber's room tour for four hours straight because I need white noise* [Meanwhile] Laptop: *in bedroom on the other side of the house, loudly playing the same four K-Pop songs for four hours straight* Me: *fetal position on floor next to an entire box of things that need to go into the recycle bin and a trash bag of garbage, sobbing* No one: Me: *to Lana Del Rey's Young and Beautiful* 🎶 would you still love me if I was a worrrrrmmmmm 🎶 Me: *goes to bedroom to look for a spare organizer bin, notices a text from manager saying company is making Monday mandatory for all employees* Me: ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS WHAT THE SHIT [30 mins of tensed texting back-and-forth about Monday expectations] Me: *yearns softly for Caleb* Me: *slowly giving in to the need to order the 10 cm Caleb plushie for moral support*

Anyway, if I have to suffer, everyone should, too /hj but here is one of the cursed finds on Aliexpress:

The men stealing all of yo' girls

[bonus-links]

DIRECTORS COMMENTARY PLEASE I LOVE HEARING YOUR THOUGHTS AND PROCESS <3!!!!!!!!

YEAHHH lots to say for this update

there's a scene I didn't so much as cut from the beginning of this update as significantly shorten: Wolf, Loft, Wake, and Slate are changing into their lighter outfits. Loft says the same line as having the party, Wake begs them for this one day with his Gran Gran, and they all agree they can wait. I've been trying to get better about like, not putting a ton of work into unnecessary connecting scenes, which is why I cut it down. Wake sounding more cavalier also works better for the overall chapter. But i was sad to leave this joke out lol:

may I present to you, Slate's picture gallery! he was mostly on task documenting flora and fauna but he gets a little sidetracked sometimes

I love the idea that he's just, like, kind of terrible at photography. he documents stuff for Zelda and it's always weirdly cropped and kind of out of focus, but she appreciates it anyway.

Slate is also picking flowers for the party! so he is still helping out on that front lol

idk if i've mentioned this before, but beetle does still have pincers! they're just. idk what the right word is. retractable maybe? yeah. like the ancient weapon blades

the filling of the half moon pies is pineapple :-) i was. so worried about it looking like an egg HAHA.

I thought way too hard about how they were going to cook these pies. I was originally going to draw a clay oven or some other setup, but ultimately I thought the Zelda tradition of only having pots over fires to cook was a funnier nod lol. So, they're frying the pies

believe it or not, I wrote this scene before reading dungeon meshi HAHA but it certainly served as good reference for how to set up shots for it

Aryll did in fact eavesdrop on Wake telling Tetra The Situation

That's Champion's little sister in the memory! I like the headcanon that her name was also Aryll.

Champion and his sister are making meat pies instead of pineapple ones.

One again, made a bunch of layout mistakes I ended up having to fix, except this time I didn't catch them until I had already gotten to rendering :-( if you're a patron, you probably saw these versions in the WIP:

problems here: Wolf is walking the wrong away. I was sad we'd be losing his expression but alas. And for the panels with Champion's sister, the angle is too low to be an actual POV shot. I could've left it and said he's just sitting or something probably but it was really bothering me lol so I redrew everything. and then recolored all of it. woof.

as a general rule, if he has scars, that's Slate. No scars is The Other Guy

I understand the complaint about this in BOTW, but I actually kind of like that weird moment that occurs after you finish a memory cutscene, and it just abruptly goes back to Link looking blank-faced like nothing happened. It implies this kind of....distance from the memories that I find interesting. Slate has complicated feelings abt the memories of Champion's life he gets, but like. there's pies to make

shout out to peony she's a real one

[r3starttt]

OBLIVIATE | 00

ellabs x reader | series m.list | > CHAPTER ONE

an: comment to be added to the taglist!

SUMMARY: Amidst the seemingly flawless life, at the peak of the perfection, a looming fear emerges from the very plan that set everything in motion. It shadows you and your wife like a persistent ghost. Memories of youth and a vow to eternal love now cling relentlessly, tempting them to give it another chance.

CW: WIP. +18 content. poly relationship. threesome. sexting. smut encounters. description of sex. modern au. famous au. college au. ex to lovers. time skips.

hockey player! a. rockstar! e. actress! r.

Faded Polaroids lingered between your fingers, each one handled with the utmost delicacy and love.

PROLOGUE

You and Abby had just moved for the third time this year. This entire week had been a blur of sleepless nights spent unpacking. Abby had refused to allow anyone else access to the privacy of your new home, earning frequent scoldings from you, constantly reminding her how things could've been much easier that way.

You only accepted her request because of a very specific person on your mind.

Since your careers took off, neither of you had had a proper chance to settle down. Constantly rushing for interviews and switching roles between trophy wife and fame that left little room for stability.

As you organized the fancy shelfs she bought for the leaving room, Abby found a box filled with memories from her teenage years—music albums, books, and albums she had brought from her home after your marriage, knowing how much you cherished such things.

Taking a break to eat and rest, you both decided to sift through them. You laughed at her old photos, where she looked adorable or, as she called herself, 'nerdy' with her first pair of glasses. Constantly melting at her baby pictures, falling even more in love with the woman before you.

However, the comfort dimmed when you found a particular Polaroid—one you had once begged to take so you would never forget that day. Abby rested her head on your shoulder in the photo, your arms on each side, holding the camera, an auburn girl on your other side.

"What's that?" Abby's voice took you off trance. Your eyes flickered between the Polaroid in your hand and her face, simply leaning the picture to her.

"Guess we mixed them last time" She muttered quietly "Thought you put it here on purpose" a dismissive tone in those words, such a fake acting.

"Nah, I've got a whole box for it" you met her eyes. Your eyebrows furrowing at the tone on her voice, mocking you.

"I've been thinking about her" You handed her another picture, a small dog on Abby's lap. An intent to distract her from the emotions your words might evoke.

"Yeah?" Her hand brushed yours as she took the Polaroid. "What about her?" The couch creaked as she shifted closer to you.

"How's she doing?" you whispered, breaking the silence that kep on growing between both. "You've herd the news." Abby inquired, quite nonchalantly

"I miss her," you admitted. Saying it aloud felt strange, almost wrong- it left a bittersweet taste.

You hoped she would say something, but instead, she was distracted by another Polaroid she handed you seconds later. It was one you had never seen before, there she was, Ellie Williams

-

It all started with what was supposed to be a studying session, for you.

Both of them, well, Ellie had offered to help you with some math things you were having issues with. Abby decided to join 'I don't trust you two alone'

After that day, their need for you became a constant, unwavering presence. If they had been touch-deprived before, yearning for your glance, your kiss, any sign of affection, it only intensified afterward.

They craved your proximity, your touch, your attention, and it was undeniably tempting.

You agreed with both to let it as a sort of open relationship, a friends with benefits arrangement.

Mostly because you knew it would never work if the three of you stood together.

Not with Abby's aspirations and determination to study something to make her dad proud. Ellie, being deeply invested in her studies, aiming for success- hungry. And you who could only wait for that lucky signal, that defining moment to steer you toward your life's purpose—anything to keep you occupied.

Abby constantly showered you with affection and care, feeling a physical need to spoil both of you. She would often send videos or pictures of her sweaty abdomen post-gym session, accompanied by messages asking if either of you needed anything. "Have you eaten yet?"

On the other hand Ellie kept sexting whenever she had the chance, sending you both nudes with the excuse she needed an opinion before sending them to a girl she'd just met. Which wasn't completely fake- it just happened way too often to not be on purpose.

So, why not give it a chance. If it worked, great. If not, well, you'd find a way to make it function as long as you needed it.

> CHAPTER ONE

- taglist: @softlysunrays @eyesfullofsttars <33 | @cowboylu @ennabear @satellitespinner @flowrmoth

[meepmoopmaap]

currently reading it, here's some of the gold:

"I am the martyr of this TGI Friday's"

"5:17 pm: a rib falls on the floor"

"The rough idea of the bit is: I keep following her to bathroom because I love her"

"The sticks are inevitable, though. Like death, they will find me"

"What if I have been a ghost this whole time"

"I order more mozzarella sticks :("

"No. 28 of the 30 mozzarella sticks I have received so far still has a tiny piece of plastic wrap on it, which will absolutely not negatively affect the taste."

"Fewer than five hours left. Not even though time to watch the entire Lord of the Rings trilogy on Blu-ray."

"....like a 19th-century London orphan with access to unlimited mozzarella sticks."

"Everyone sees this terrible thing happening and no one is doing anything to stop it."

"A different man I have never seen before comes up and and asks if everything's OK.

What can I even tell him?"

" I keep thinking I hear people say "Caity." I write down in my notebook that I am "definitely hallucinating.""

"A waiter tries to give me another table's Boneless Buffalo Wings. Do not tempt me, Satan."

"The power in TGI Friday's goes off for one second. One waitress squeals "It's the ghost!"

I am the ghost."

"This is a TGI Friday's, but it is also a house of mysteries."

".....but, just as dogs have trouble telling red from green, so has it become difficult for me to differentiate between mozzarella sticks and caring about anything other than mozzarella sticks"

"TGI'm Not at that Goddamn Friday's Anymore"

it’s been long enough i’m making an executive decision that we all need to go reread the tgi fridays infinite mozzarella sticks article

[illyrianbitch]

WORKS IN PROGRESS & QUOTES !

im trying to get back into writing, so heres a list of all the series wips shoved away in my mind and some of my favorite scenes/quotes from them<3

Cicada Song - Azriel x Reader

The cicadas always came back, no matter how long they’d been silent. Azriel thought it was funny, in a way—how they waited, patient and buried, until it was time to scream.

Anatomy of Dependence - Azriel x Reader

Your hands were shaking when you reached for him. He wanted to tell you to stop—that you didn’t have to touch the ruin of him. But he let you. Because Azriel had never been good at turning you away, and maybe, just maybe, a part of him wanted to see if you’d flinch. If you’d finally see the darkness for what it was and walk away. But you didn’t. Your hands shook and you held on anyway.

An Education in Malice - Azriel x Reader

The words curled in your chest, bitter and sweet at the same time. A part of you, the child who had never stopped wanting his approval, allowed herself to feel something like warmth, like the satisfaction of a long-held desire finally being fulfilled. It made you want to turn your face away, ashamed.

House of Hunger - Eris x Reader

You hated him sometimes—his silence, his indifference, the way he managed to make you feel like you were reaching for something that would never be yours. But then there were moments like this, rare and fleeting, where you saw beyond the arrogance and the fire to the male underneath. And that male terrified you. Because he wasn’t cruel or cold. He was kind, and broken, and so impossibly alone that it made you ache in ways you didn’t want to admit.

One Summer - Azriel x Reader

“Tell me about it,” he said, his eyes half-lidded as he leaned in just enough for your noses to brush. His hand slid to cup your jaw, thumb caressing the curve of your cheek. “I’m over here popping a boner every time you smile at me like some hormonal teenager.” You couldn’t help it—you burst out laughing, your body shaking against his as you playfully smacked his chest. “Oh my god, Az,” you groaned, half-embarrassed, half-amused. “I better stop smiling at you then.”

Lights, Camera, Action! - Rhysand x Reader

Lucien crossed his arms. “I’m not scared. I was startled, okay? Because you don’t have a dog.” He gestured wildly to Hero, as if needing proof that this isn’t just a strange hallucination. “You never mentioned a dog.” You grinned, giving Hero a little nudge forward as if presenting him formally. “Well, I do now.” “Since when?” “Since about twelve hours ago,” you said casually, as though adopting a dog on impulse is a perfectly reasonable, everyday thing. "Keep up."

In The Wake of Spring - Azriel x Reader x Eris (Azris x Reader)

Azriel had been ready to tear Lucien apart for even a taste of Elain. That was jealousy. That was claiming. But this was different. When he watched Eris lean toward you, your eyes locking in a way that had nothing to do with the others in the room, Azriel didn't feel the fire that once ignited within him. Instead, he felt a space open up inside him, a soft place where you both fit. Warm. Strange.

When Ghosts Call Us Home - Cassian x Reader

Centuries. That’s how long it had been since he'd last seen you—centuries—and yet, when he looked at you now, it was as if the years hadn’t existed at all. You looked different, sure—older, softer, but still undeniably you. There was a quiet strength in you that had only grown, a kind of peace he hadn't imagined possible after everything. He had expected time to change you in ways he couldn’t recognize, but you'd only expanded into yourself, like you were now something both older and more familiar all at once. It made his heart ache. Oh gods, how he wished he could've watched you grow into the female he watched now. He felt robbed.

Hidden Things - Lucien x Reader

Lucien's chuckles faded into something quieter. You caught your breath, wiping a tear from your eye as your laughter died down. And then you realized he was staring at you, his eyes distant, like he wasn't fully there anymore. “What?” you asked, “Do I have something on my face?” “No, nothing," he said as he cleared his throat. Lucien looked away for a second, but his eyes inevitably found yours again. “It’s just… you remind me of someone.” The air around you shifted slightly. You didn't miss the way his voice dipped, or the flicker of something deeper in his expression. Your smile softened as you turned fully toward him, leaning just a bit closer. “Do... do you love this someone?” Lucian stilled. For a moment, he looked almost startled. But then he took a breath, glanced down at his hands, and then back up at you. And smiled. “Yeah,” he said finally, his voice tender. “I really loved them.”

im such a deep lover of series y'all. i just love writing the process of falling in love, but i also have soo many one-shots, so i might make one of these for those, too <3

[crunchyorochiru]

In honor of the 11th anniversary of EAH, I thought of sharing a WIP from my current animation. However, I realized that I haven't posted it's older, original version from 2 years ago here on tumblr yet, which is weird considering how many times I've mentioned it in other posts, so it's here now!

In a way, the animation (old and current) is a reflection of how I've changed over the years. I made the first half (the part with simple eyes 😶) in my early highschool years, and I made the 2nd half (the part with regular eyes 👁👁) in the later highschool years. The artstyle wasn't consistent, but I enjoyed the process. From where this video ends, I was halfway done, and I probably could've finished if I kept up the pace. But that's not what happened.

I wasn't satisfied with how the vid was looking, especially because I wasn't doing proper lineart, but I didn't want to drop the project. Instead, I decided to work on Brooke's animation rig, which was meant to be in the EAH style, and I got the idea to make the whole project puppet-animated EAH style. My struggle with making Brooke should've been enough to warn me that was a poor idea, but I still spent a year trying to make that happen. I didn't get very far, and by the end of that year, I stopped working on the project.

Eventually, at the start of this year, I decided to pick it back up again with a new goal in mind. I wouldn't be lazy, but I'd also make sure to not spend too much effort to the point of burnout. I would animate using puppets, but it would be in my artstyle, not someone else's. I intend to get this done, and I can't wait to show you guys the final video! Also here's some bits of "development" (if you could call that) behind the animation.

This is my oc Allison in the 3 different versions of the EAH rig, each labeled accordingly.

This is the final base rig, which can turn a full 360 degrees and has decent expression capabilities. The only characters ever put onto this rig were Apple, Allison, and Brooke, because the amount of effort it took for each character's details was too much. Apple alone was a nightmare to rig because of all the layers in her hair, and expressions only worked from the front.

[antariies]

how to build a chair........... director's cut ∠( ᐛ 」∠)__ this is about to be a very long very self-indulgent post where i just talk about my own writing. i also doodled on all the pages i think it makes the whole thing more fun to go thru. welcome to my ted talk

SIKE before i begin. credit where credit is due, this post was the start of it all. it changed my brain chemistry my jaw was dropped i was in awe i was obsessed and before i even finished it i knew that i would eventually have to make something similar for the commander or else i would be cursed to think about it for the rest of my life. and i Was cursed for like two years every day i would just be like........ is today the day i sit down and draft the commander chair fic of my dreams....... maybe tomorrow......

and then i got accepted as a writer for the gw2 zine ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ the chair idea was actually my backup option in case my first idea didn't pan out, and thank god it didn't, bc this one worked so much better. (still working on my initial idea, just turning it into a full fic! it was wayyy too long to be a zine submission.)

this is the chair i used. i downloaded the assembly instructions and tried out a bunch of different free pdf editors until i found one i liked, which ended up being sedja. if anyone's interested in doing something like this, i recommend printing out the pdf and writing directly on it! it was a lot easier for me to just figure out everything on paper first and then digitalize it after :P here's a picture of my physical copy

okay actually getting into it for real this time !!!!!

1. yeah i could've just erased the ikea logo and left a blank space but then i realized i could turn it into an in-universe joke. and then i ran with it.

2. i ripped this straight from the product description on the website. thanks ikea

3. i'm not sure if anyone went and looked it up, but it's a real item code!

hehe :3c

4. if your commander willingly goes to therapy i'm happy for them but TO ME? you'd have to drag the commander kicking and screaming. it's not that they don't know that something is wrong with them, they know, and they know YOU know. you're just never supposed to talk about it. they don't look at their own psych eval results bc that's none of their business.

5. i normally avoid specifying the commander's race when i write them bc i enjoy the challenge, but for the zine i was assigned to write about a norn commander! as a human main i was uhhhh very ill-equipped. but that just meant i had to study up on my norn lore (•̀ᴗ•́)و i spent hours on the wiki, then went around interviewing norn mains for their opinions, which was great fun :D it all helped me narrow the focus of my piece: joining the war on commander objectification on the side of commander objectification (ㅅ´ ˘ `)♡ and no one self-aggrandizes quite like the norn commander!

and to balance that i knew my narrator had to be patronizing as shitttt. they've clearly been following the commander since the beginning and seem to know a lot of intimate details about their life, despite not thinking very highly of them. wonder who that could be :3c

6. i can't stop making references. so the original part number is actually #122620 in the manual but i've changed it here (and on the previous page!) to #082812, as in 08/28/12, the date gw2 was released! no real reason for it, @dalennaugw suggested it for funsies and i liked it. if you're my pal and i show you a wip and you have a cool idea for it, chances are i Will put that shit in. hi dale if you're reading this

7. another thing about me. i loveeee repetition. here the word "over" is repeated four times to match the picture. honestly a lot of the creative process for this piece was just staring at the pages and figuring out how to tie the pictures to the commander in ways that weren't extremely corny or trite. idk why i enjoy writing like this when i could be frolicking in the beautiful prosaic meadows of a word doc instead but. it's like i see a tiny little restrictive box and i'm like OH BOY can't wait to think inside of that thing!!! i like when the format matters just as much as the content and in some cases informs the content. am i making any sense here. well all you need to know is that i'm a virgo and my favorite book is house of leaves

7. aw fuck just realized i wrote 7 twice. whatever i'm not changing it this is 7 part two now. the theme of my piece is glory, what it means to the norn commander, and how far they're willing to go for it.

8. does norn culture place emphasis on seeking individual glory Yes are norn also very community-oriented Also Yes. i think it's common to see norn kids napping together in a big pile, usually after they've worn themselves out playing games outside. it makes sense practically (apes together warm) and socially (pack bonding good) but that's just my hc. growing up i used to share a bed with my cousins all the time so it's normal to me.

a young, naive not-yet-commander, with no real combat experience, has no point of reference to compare a "blaze of glory" to. but the way everyone talks about it, it must be a good thing. a wonderful thing. a reward fit for a life well-fought and a legend hard-earned. so they imagine it must feel like falling asleep surrounded by the people they love, who love them in turn.

9. .........i was playing a lot of ace attorney when i wrote this page. i wish i was joking 👍🏼

10. ohhh shit the truth come OUT this whole chair thing was all a ploy just so i could write about the departing. again.

will i ever stop thinking about her. reply hazy, try again later.

11. out of all the pages, this one has the most emphasis on text placement, like comparing the enlarged picture of the screw to a sword, the numbers counting the screws, and "up up up" being arranged to mimic a wisp of smoke.

i also wanted to lean into the viking/norse mythology influences with my word choice.

12. more nods to norn culture. i didn't know they referred to the six human gods as "spirits of action" until i was doing the research for this piece :O

and the domain of the lost is called a hall of ghosts....... cause valhalla.....

13.

i'm sorry this so funnyyy. SAYS the guy who literally clawed their way back to life for a rematch.

me when i'm in a sore loser competition and my opponent is the COMMANDER!!!

14. arms as in "limbs" and also arms as in "armaments" :•]

15. haha get it because the picture makes it look like there are two mirrored speech bubbles while the text paints two opposing interpretations of the norn commander. one that's selfless and humble versus one that's selfish and vainglorious.

16. and the best part is IT DOESN'T MATTER which one is true bc at the end of the day no matter what their motivation, balthazar is dead by their hand. ofc i'm of the opinion that the most compelling interpretation of the commander is both, simultaneously. contradictions are good for the soul.

17. i could've name-dropped kas, the only person present that would do something like that, but i felt it was better to leave it ambiguous.

18. low-hanging fruit. the metaphor was so obvious here but i had to do it. for the culture

19. the alternate title for this piece was "THIS COULD BE GLORY". "how to build a chair" was only supposed to be a placeholder title til i figured out a better one, but the innocuousness of it grew on me. also i came up with the other one too late and had already advertised under the chair title lol

20. my first instinct was to end it with something more reassuring, like "what you have built so far is enough" but that would've been an ooc switch-up for a narrator who has been nothing but snide and detached this whole time. gotta stick to my guns

21.

obligatory chair joke as the last line. for realsies though it’s meant to be an earnest appeal to the commander to take a break, to have a seat, but it’s also a challenge. are they willing to lean on their friends? are the bonds they’ve forged strong enough to hold their weight? are they willing to put their faith in someone else’s hands? are they brave enough to try? well. only one way to find out.

also guess what that wasn’t even the real last page of the manual. it's THIS

but no way i was letting this be the image we ended on. IT LOOKS LIKE A DICK AND BALLS!!!

and on that note, THANK YOU if you made it this far!! a very special shout-out to @hawkepockets, my lovely boyfriend and beta reader, without whom this piece would not be nearly as polished. i would bring him pages to look over and he would say Scrap half of those lines you can do better than that. kill your darlings. i would complain and argue for a few minutes then we would revise. rinse and repeat until we had honed this thing to perfection. i can't stress enough the importance of having a second pair of eyes on your work throughout your creative process, even better if it's someone who challenges you. i don't even pay him 🫶🏼

and if there was anything i didn't cover that you still have questions about, please feel free to shoot me an ask! (ㅅ´ ˘ `)♡ thanks for reading! see u later dudes ;P

[fizzingrubies]

WIP I've been working on for a while but don't think I'm ever going to quite finish:

GI(G)GS phasmo, but none of them are quite as normal as they seem (and they all think they're the only weird guy).

Impulse and Skizz are a demon/angel duo who help each other out when one of them can't human correctly (both of them like humanity a little too much to do their real jobs correctly).

Grian watches. He also Watches. He doesn't have control issues, really.

Scar is a Vex/Fae who could've gone into law like Cub, but instead uses his talent for wiggling out of contracts preventing the ghouls and demons from following them home.

Gem is a time traveller and the real reason none of them have died yet (Yes she's absolutely fine, witnessing her friends die again and again has not impacted her mental stability at all what are you talking about SHUT UP)

[chungmyungenthusiast]

Concern

Notes I

this is a discontinued wip because I didn't know what to add,, anyways MORE FLUFF!!!! can this count as hurt/comfort except it's literal hurt and confrontation ?? who knows,, more chung myung content while I work on the wips :3

He's staring at you. Ah, no. He's frowning, is he angry? He's also bandaged up, did something happen? "You.." Chung Myung starts, and you swear that you see a pout on his lips. Are you laying on the spare bed in the nearby infirmary? Why is he next to you, though? His fingers gently caress your palm, the harshness of his calloused hand making you shiver, his eyebrows furrowing as he observes your hand. "You shouldn't have done that, really. I would have been fine, you know? And now that you went ahead and blocked that attack… You're laying here instead of me, you're so stupidly dumb." He sighs, his eyes still staring at your hand. You didn't do much though, your injuries are nothing compared to his deep ones. Speaking of which, why isn't he in bed right now? Shouldn't he be resting? "Why would I let it hit you?" "..??? What sort of question is that?" "A genuine one." ... He squints at you, his expression doing that thing where it's as if you just told him you're going to throw yourself off a cliff because you couldn't find your favorite cup. [ You did that once. ] "Because I could've easily blocked it?" "In that position? Chung Myung, you were already injured enough. If that hit you then you could've basically said that death knocked on your door once; if you survived, that is." That, kept him quiet for the next few minutes. "You're the idiot," You chuckle, shaking your head. "Just as much as you hate it if I got hurt-" "I loathe it." He interrupts, still a bit frustrated. You simply look at him with a blank look before sighing. "Okay," You nod, "You loathe me getting hurt. We established that multiple times, right? So, you expect me to not be the same way? We both know how stubborn the other is when it comes to such topics, dumbass. Of course I'll feel the same way."

Notes II

I dug deep into my drafts for this one and just edited it a tad bit so um :D

This is your daily reminder to actually communicate with others if you want the relationship to work /hj.. maybe

Eat this up while I continue to work on the reqs.. there's a lot of fluff to write so uh expect some angst after I finish them up :3

[stabbyfoxandrew]

Angel Neil 😇🩵

WIP Wednesday (9/11) | Guardian Angel Neil AU (Part 232)

"You know, it's sort of funny," Neil starts off. And by the tone of his voice, Andrew can tell whatever he's about to say isn't the slightest bit funny. "I didn't know this would be my forever outfit when I put it on that morning. You know? I had no idea I was going to die that night. I guess if I had known, I wouldn't be dead at all. I would've just ordered take out instead of going to that diner."

Andrew turns to look at the angel, "Diner?"

"The one where they caught up with me," Neil answers, keeping his eyes on his work. “I was on my way back to my motel room when they grabbed me. My last meal was a greasy burger and some half-cooked fries. Pathetic, isn't it?"

"Yes, it is." Andrew confirms, making Neil exhale pitifully. He watches Neil's fingers as he finishes up the sewing. It doesn't take him very long at all. Within a couple minutes, he's tying off the thread and using his teeth to cut it in two.

Neil starts to pull the hoodie back on and Andrew has to hold in a disappointed sigh. Watching Neil's skin disappear under gray fabric must be punishment for something he doesn't remember doing. Luckily, he's got his perfect memory to rely on. He can look at Neil's scars anytime he closes his eyes.

"Ta-da," Neil says with a smile, showing off his newly-fixed shirt like he's a fashion model. Andrew thinks in another life, Neil could've been a model. He has the cheekbones for it. The eyes. The hands. The everything. He makes that potato sack of a hoodie look good, at least to Andrew.

"It looks good on you," slips out of Andrew's mouth. When Neil's mouth quirks, Andrew curses himself for being born with a tongue. "I mean, since you're stuck with it forever. At least it looks good on you."

"Mm. Thanks for this," Neil says, holding out the sewing kit. Andrew lets Neil drop it into his hand and curls his fingers around it to absorb the residual warmth. Neil tests out his newly-patched pocket and seems satisfied. "It's good as new. Not like I have to carry anything in it. But it's good to know I have options."

"Do you get hot wearing it all the time?" Andrew asks abruptly.

"In the summer I did. It was hot as shit up here. But now that it's November, it's pretty comfortable most of the time." Neil tells him. "Why?"

"Can you change clothes?" Andrew asks suddenly. "Or is that really your forever outfit?"

"I'm not sure. I haven't tried."

"Why not?"

"I don't have anything else to put on," Neil says with a shrug. "Everything I had was in my bag in... Well, I actually have no idea where it would be now. I doubt Lola or Romero brought my duffel along. So it probably just ended up in a trash heap somewhere."

Andrew catches a new deal about Neil's past and grabs onto it with his teeth. "Lola and Romero?"

Neil freezes. "I don't want to talk about them."

"All right," Andrew says simply. He's got a mile long list of people he never wants to speak of again, so get gets it. He won't press. (Not now anyway.) But he'll definitely add those two names to the Neil Folder he keeps in his head. Maybe he'll pay a visit to good ol' Mr. Google later and see what turns up. "You could always get new clothes, you know."

"Yeah. I've thought about it. I'm invisible, after all. Even if I wasn't, it wouldn't be too hard to swipe some things here and there," Neil says, like he's used to shoplifting. "But there's cameras everywhere nowadays. I don't wanna get caught. Can't really explain a floating pair of pants, you know?"

Andrew nods. He supposes that makes for an interesting problem. One that's easily solved. "If I got you some other clothes, would you wear them?"

Neil's expression flickers into something strange. "I guess so. But... Why would you wanna waste money on a dead man? I'm fine in this."

"Maybe I'm tired of looking at gray," Andrew offers. It's a weak explanation and complete bullshit, but it's all he's got. He looks Neil up and down. "What size are you anyhow?"

"Uh," Neil looks a bit clueless. Then he twists the hoodie around until he can check the tag. Andrew's eyes are drawn to the bit of skin peeking from under it. "This one's a large."

Since it's very obviously too big for him, Andrew makes a mental note to buy Neil a few medium-sized shirts. Then he reconsiders it. What if something tighter irritated his scars? Begrudgingly, Andrew erases his last mental note. Size large it is.

[cyle]

Honestly my big concern when it comes to the redesign is the sunk cost fallacy.

Even if the majority of users would prefer a toggle or a full rollback, Tumblr will cling to the mistake they spent a lot of time and money making, and frustrate those users by trying to fix something users didn't want to begin with. A toggle would probably be best, but if Tumblr's in financial trouble I can't see them supporting two separate layouts. And as you said, people who use extensions to get their preferred layout back will be outliers.

It boggles me that researching, funding, and implementing this change was greenlit with no public input from regular users at the start; one post on changes or WIP with a *mockup* of the new layout would've given you a preview of the backlash. But now that money has been spent on it, it feels like we're all stuck. :/

that's my fear as well, to be honest, and it's what we spend a lot of time internally fighting against. for what it's worth, that's exactly why we run A/B tests and experiments: to understand if we need to roll the whole thing back. we spent over a year building group chat and we rolled that entire feature back because it wasn't working, so that's never off the table as an option.

and while we certainly could've done a preview on @wip, we kinda sorta already knew what the reaction would be. we use the site ourselves every day, too. tumblr staff itself is a mix of casual and power users. my reaction to the layout change wasn't happy at first either, as someone who's been using this site daily for 10+ years.

so please don't assume we're stuck here! we've already been working through the feedback and have a lot of ideas brewing on how to iterate on the design, including the option to roll it all back and instead iterate on the top-based navigation.

[suzukiblu]

wip game: sext

Jason ditches them both in Prague and heads back to Gotham the long way. He doesn't answer when Roy tries calling his burner, though he does text their very small group chat a vague confirmation that he isn't dead again yet a day or three later. Kori immediately sexts him in response, but he's pretty sure that she just still thinks that's how texting works.

Look, he hasn't corrected the misassumption.

Fuck, she is just unfairly attractive all the time, though, isn't she. And even more so when he's desperately trying to avoid her and also his emotions.

Roy also sexts him, and is also unfairly attractive despite being who he is as a person. Then the two of them get distracted sexting each other instead, and Jason just lets himself pretend that they can't see his "read" receipts as he follows along.

So he hadn't been all that subtle about how much of a turn-on it'd been the handful of times that they'd gone at each other during his heat despite both being alphas, okay? Sue him. Who the fuck could've been? Not fucking Dick, that's for fucking sure.

Jason is pretty sure that he will never again see anything as mind-meltingly, panty-soakingly hot as the sight of Roy taking Kori's big fat knot in Jason's own damn heat nest and whining for it in his alpha voice while she so-sweetly told him what a good bitch he was being. Just–nope. No. Definitely not.

Jason didn't even know alpha voices could whine like that. Like, he had not been any kind of aware that was an actual thing that an actual alpha voice could actually do.

Also they were both a lot more flexible than he'd ever really let himself think about too much before.

And had a lot more . . . endurance.

So that'd all been very extremely destructive to his sanity, yeah. And his higher thought processes. And just his . . . everything, pretty much. Pretty much his everything.

Kori and Roy keep sexting the group chat with annoyingly helpful visual aids until Jason has to stop in a shitty motel just outside of Gotham and fuck himself stupid for a few hours, because they're the literal worst teammates in the literal entire world and he hates them both and also he wants both their stupid fucking knots in him right fucking now and Lian can be the flower-bearer and the ring-girl as far as he's concerned, he doesn't even care.

Bastards.

Jason catches up with the group chat, takes a very, very cold shower, and then drives the rest of the way towards Gotham. He does not check his phone even one more time, because knowing Roy and Kori he'd probably crash his fucking bike if he did.

He doesn't think about any fucking romance novel bullshit either.

[vryivs]

fanfic writer interview

thank you @tiesanjiaoshenanigans

How many works do you have on AO3? 52

What's your total AO3 word count? 571, 768

Your top 5 stories by kudos/likes:

Tangerine, Macaron (seongjoong)

the dirt that you're made of (yanqing)

恋の予感 (the longest path to us) (seongjoong)

If I Can Leave One Memory (sansang)

the stars are here (seongjoong)

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? yes!! i usually go through my comments right before i upload a new fic or chapter, just because that's easiest

What's the fic you've written with the angstiest ending? god um ok. one sec. it's definitely 白镜 - White Mirror. tragic lesbians... most of what i write has a happy or at least ambiguous ending but this one follows canon so it's a tragedy instead

What's the fic you've written with the happiest ending? oh man! tbh it's probably 恋の予感 (the longest path to us) again. although nearly everything i write ends happy

Do you write crossovers? not rlly... they just don't appeal to me that much so I've never written them. i dont read them either

Have you ever received hate on a fic? nope! considering how long ive been writing it honestly kind of surprises me--its not even like i write particularly safe stuff either. i figure that maybe its because so much of my work is so personal that a people tend to maintain good etiquette and dont talk shit directly to me

Do you write smut? If so, what kind? yes. the cinematic kind lol. last time i wrote something explicit was fine, but i much prefer writing smut in a more literary style? not sure if that makes sense. the writing equivalent of close shots and fancy camera angles and lens flare, although that doesnt mean that i cant be crass when i want

Have you ever had a fic stolen? i dont think so, but its not like i check

Have you ever had a fic translated? nop! someday i want to get good enough to translate my own hsr work into chinese just bc so much of what i write is influenced by reading and learning about chinese culture and linguistic quirks, but that wont be any time soon

Have you ever co-written a fic before? yes!! several actually. lonely 'til you hold me was a collab with a pinch hitter for the event it was for. then i also wrote on my old account Accursed Spawn with @shineoftherainbow which to this day i am obsessed with

What's your all-time favorite ship? oh man... i am fickle and my tastes change by the week, but i think i will always have a soft spot for einsla, even if i dont write them much

What's a WIP that you want to finish but don't think you ever will? never say never but probably the seongjoong royalty au. i had it planned and everything but then people started discoursing around eden and the planned ending i wrote was potentially too topical, so i waited and then i lost steam.

What are your writing strengths? flow i think? ive always been pretty good at keeping things moving at a good pace. i edit myself a lot (and practice editing on some actual published books too!) so its become second nature to chop and change and move things around.

What are your writing weaknesses? actually writing. just kidding. probably that when i get stuck on something i tend to focus only on the fact that im stuck and cannot continue until i have unstuck myself

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic? depends on what is meant my this! if it's about honorifics in dialogue (eg, hyung, -chan, dajie etc) i support it, since a lot don't translate well to english. Same with terms of endearment like -ito and -ie. if it's whole dialogue, it really depends. am i supposed to be able to understand the dialogue? is it something that could've been written just as well with 'he says, in [language]', does the author understand what they're writing, is it a text based or verbal conversation? does the pov character understand what's being said? (personally the best way to have dialogue in other languages is if the pov character isn't supposed to understand it. but always be aware that a native speaker of that language may still read the fic)

What's a fandom/ship you haven't written for yet but want to? kiamei! i love my lesbian mothers.

What's your favorite fic you've written?

白镜 - White Mirror. lets go lesbians! i really enjoyed writing in this style

tagging: @shineoftherainbow @himbodevotee @nicenightmare13 @morifiinwe @marichild @linhuine

[britt-kageryuu]

Random Social Media from VTurtles! Fans. Vtuber Turtles!

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Unicorn_Turtlefan: My roommate was able to get some Caffeinated Turtle Coffee. It tasted amazing! And with just one cup I stayed up all night cramming for a huge test, sat through the test and following classes, and promptly crashed at 9pm. 10/10 Would drink again!!!

》QuackChirp_TurtleDuck: Is that even safe, and if so which blend?

》Unicorn_Turtlefan: Well it's about as safe as any highly Caffeinated drink, and it was The Andromeda Mocha blend.

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Turtle-Conspiracy: You can not tell me they don't have more than just a cat as a pet. Did you here that Hiss during Dees' stream? That was reptilian, not mammalian!

》PopGoesTurtle: Really living up to your username aren't you? They could've just been watching a pet for someone. They're very knowledgeable in reptiles.

》Shelldon & River: We've seen weirder stuff from random conspiracy theorists on here. Can't confirm or deny anything.

》PopGoesTurtle: I feel like I was just blessed and cursed at the same time.🐢📱❤

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Blissful_ArtBlock: I got some Caffeinated Turtle tea from a friend, who was sworn to secrecy on where they got it. Stardust Dream Lavender blend. Best. Tea. Ever! I was so rested afterwards, could not recommend it enough. If you can ever get it.

》RainbowBonbon: How rested are we talking here? Asleep for 12 hours rested, or 3 Days of no obligations rested?

》Blissful_ArtBlock: Like I went to bed at a reasonable hour, and didn't need to be anywhere the next day! Plus my body didn't wake me up at 6am automatically!

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Softshell_Simp: Dee could infect my computer with a highly destructive virus, and I would thank them~~~~💜💜💜

》Dee_Softshell: Well this is highly disturbing, and I don't believe I will send you a virus, I will instead just request you go to therapy.

》Softshell_Simp: NO Wait!!!! Please come baxk!?!!?!`#*&&*:# IT WAS A JOKE!!!!

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Video: Red Angel flexing compilation!❤

Video: BlueNeon being a Sassy Queen!

Video: Edit of everytime Dee dances on stream!

Video: Mandarins random advice during streams.

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TurtleinaPaintcan: Here's some progress pictures of my Blue cosplay, with a WIP River prop!

[Image ID: 1. A in progress of Leo's Event Costume, currently showing the Royal Blue Kimono Jacket with possible LED elements. The pants are folded next to it. 2. A pile of metallic teal fabric cut and waiting to be stitched together.]

》SplashofSeaPaint: That looks Awesome, I'm working on a Dee costume with a Shelldon. Team Up for an Event?

》TurtleinaPaintcan: If we can both get to the same event, maybe. Pics?

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Turtle-Conspiracy: I did another rewatch of all of the VODs, there is no way they had a reptilian pet, there would be no reason to have one close to the recording area. There is evidence that they're Hiding Something! And not just their identities. I will find out this secret if it's the last thing I do! Link to all my findings -Here-.

》Dee_Softshell: Congratulations! You just won a remote harddrive wipe. Please Hold!

》Turtle-Conspiracy: How? HOW? IT'S ALL GONE!!!!! EVEN THE BACKUPS!!!

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Masterpost

[simonxriley]

WIP WEDNESDAY

I was tagged by the wonderful @nightbloodbix, thank you! 💜

taglist (opt in/out) @playstationmademe @r6shippingdelivery @inafieldofdaisies @illmetbymoonlight @voidika @carlosoliveiraa @captmactavish @alexxmason @shegetsburned @statichvm @cloudofbutterflies92 @dickytwister @chloekistune @leviiackrman @killerspinal @collinnmckinley @carrionsflower

Still working on the next chapter for 'when the world falls', I'm still planning on getting it done soon-ish.

“I know.” She sighed, sprawling back onto the bed like a starfish. “I just hate that I got injured over my stupidity.” 

“It wasn’t stupid. I could've done the exact same thing.” 

“You’re just saying that to be nice.” 

“No, I’m telling you the truth. It wasn’t stupid, maybe it was just unlucky.” 

She scoffed and sat up again. “Yeah. Why couldn’t the unlucky one be my brother?” 

He looked over at her, blinking his eyes a few times. She could tell he didn’t know how to answer that question and it made her laugh. “Don’t worry it was a rhetorical question.”

“Okay good. I had no idea on how to answer that.” 

“I could tell.” She laughs. “I would give all my bad luck to Hesh if I could.”

“If you put your mind to it, I’m sure you’ll be able to.” 

She looked over at him, blinking her eyes a few times as she contemplated his words. Then a smile grew on her lips until she bursted out laughing. “If it was only that easy.” 

“Yeah, that might be hard to do. But I did get you to laugh, so I say a job well done.” 

“Did you just compliment yourself?” She laughed, going quiet a moment later and softly sighed. “Thank you though!” 

“You’re welcome, love!” He gave her a genuine smile, something she has grown very fond of. “Maybe a little.” 

She brought her knees up to her chest and softly smiled. Out of all the teams she could’ve been reassigned too, she was happy it was the one-four-one. Not everyone would be like Simon, kind. 

“I knew it.” She laughed. “You wanna get some breakfast? I’m hungry.”

“Sure. I haven’t eaten yet either.” 

They both got up from their beds and headed towards the mess hall. Even before they got there, they could hear the abundance of voices from the soldiers coming from the room. She did wonder who was in there though, wondering if it was anyone she knew. She hoped not, unless it was someone she liked. 

The place wasn’t as packed as she thought it was going to be, the noise coming from the room made it sound like a lot more people were here. Then again it could’ve just been the echos. She scanned the room as they made their way to grab their food. 

Liz opted for her usual, scrambled eggs, bacon, a piece of toast and a cup of fruit. Though she would love some pancakes right about now. Something different instead of the same old same old that comes with every military base she’s been at. 

Simon got pretty much the exact same thing as her, but with sausage instead of bacon. 

They made their way to a nearby table to sit down and eat their breakfast, before she could fully sit down a familiar voice caught her ear. She stood up, looking around to find him. That’s when she saw him two tables down with Merrick and unfortunately Hesh. 

She chuckled and sat back down. 

“What was that about?” 

“Oh, I just heard Keegan, I was wondering where he was.” She softly laughed. “He’s quiet so hearing his voice sometimes is a shock.”

“You looked suspicious so I had to ask.” 

“Suspicious?” 

He gave a vague gesture with his hand and shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t know, you had that look you were about to punch someone.”  

Her mouth slightly fell open, she wasn’t sure if she should be proud or worried that he was already getting to know her facial expressions. That could be trouble in the long run. 

“I’m not sure what to say to that.” She laughed nervously. “We haven’t known each other that long and you’ve already figured out some of my facial expressions. Kind of.”