#god I need to stop rambling

[corneredcopia]

Whatever…more stob spoiler thoughts…speculating 🫣 (read tags)

I know it’s basically fanon that Rob can easily check stone’s heart rate, blood pressure, etc. through Stone’s watch or with a swipe of Rob’s control gloves….

So do you guys think if the same idea was implemented in canon it could work the other way around? Since Stone still has his watch on after crawling out of the water do you think he could have been alerted of Ivo’s pulse? When it slowed down after Gerald revealed his true plan to Ivo, when it quickened during their fight, or maybe when it fell back to normal when he spoke to stone over the livestream?

And do you think Stone could’ve been notified when it had halted to an immediate stop?

[beomiracles]

so that's how you write :') such a pro...

can you share more tips because i just can't seem to write too much, like i hold myself back too much because i tend to think "is this necessary" but the story always ends up being too straightforward and not having details

jsjjs pro? you honor me, but no, my docs usually look something like this..

criminal conscience is the exception since I'm reworking it!

but as for tips.. I feel like I'm terrible at giving concrete and bullet pointed lists of tips, but I can try to share my thoughts on my writing process!

there are no rights and wrongs when you write, I think it has to do with finding a way that suits you and that allows you to work comfortably. — I personally always want to have a rough idea of who my mcs are before I start writing.

I'm gonna be using the redemption of Choi Yeonjun as an example for this since I feel like most of you guys have read it :3

before I even started writing I knew that I wanted the reader to have certain traits, shy/nerdy/introverted etc.. and I knew that I wanted Yeonjun to be the opposite, extroverted/cocky/mean. — when you know who your mcs are, the writing itself becomes so much easier because you acquaint yourself with your characters in a way!

as for writing itself, once you know your mcs, the scenes will start appearing before you. now I like to write my fics from start to finish, meaning I write everything in the order it gets posted, that's something that works best for me. but a lot of writers just jump straight into whatever scene pops up in their mind, and then connect it to the rest of the story. again, you should write in a way that makes sense for you and makes you feel comfortable!

I think a lot of writers’ main issue on here is that they get self aware of their audience. you might find yourself editing things out because you think that others might not like it, or even as you're writing you water it down because it should appeal to the standard Tumblr keeps. DONT DO THAT.

when you write, write down every single word that pops into your head. it doesn't matter if it looks messy or if its grammatically incorrect, you can always go back and edit later! — but it's important that you allow your ideas and thoughts to flow freely when you write.

you said that you tend to think "is this necessary", my answer to that is, the idea surfaced in your mind for a reason. you wouldn't have thought of this specific line or this specific scene if it wasn't necessary. write it down! and when you read back, if you find that it sounds weird, you can always always change it. nothing in this world is permanent.

as for details, what are even details? I personally think that details might be the subtle traits of the mcs that aren't directly flaunted. things that you have to read between the lines to catch and things that at the time might seem insignificant but in the end ties the entire fic together. — this brings me back to my previous statement about letting your thoughts flow freely! your mind is an incredible place and you will subconsciously add a lot of these details without even noticing them yourself if you allow yourself to feel free when you write!

so I guess my biggest tip is to just forget about everyone else and write what your heart tells you to! don't let your mind shut out your own feelings in favour of the larger masses waiting to read your fics.

believe in yourself and appreciate your beautiful mind. give yourself more credit for your hard work, you totally deserve it!

[chronicowboy]

Eddie isn't sure what he's expecting when Buck meets him at the airport. Red-rimmed eyes, splotchy face, hunched shoulders probably. Not this. Distant eyes, blank face, straight-backed. He'd been braced to catch Buck as soon as he landed, had spent his whole flight locking every bit of his own grief away to be thought about at a later date, let the guilt pool in his chest instead.

I should've been there, I could've -

He'd been ready to catch Buck, but it's Eddie who falls into Buck's waiting arms. Eddie who tears up. Eddie who clutches at the back of Buck's shirt like a scared child. And it's Buck sweeping his hands up and down Eddie's back, holding him together, murmuring:

"It's okay. I've got you. It's not your fault."

Eddie doesn't cry in LAX. His grief is a private thing. Always has been. He locks it into his bedroom and lets it out behind closed doors. But Buck is the safest space he's ever had, so he lets himself break a little. Lets himself shake apart under Buck's hands until he can ground himself with a deep breath at the junction of Buck's neck and shoulder. Until he can stand on his own.

Buck looks at him, eyes searching, deepest of furrows between his brows, so devastatingly gentle. And Eddie kind of wants to fucking scream at him for being okay. He'd needed to take care of Buck. He'd needed to have something to do. But now Buck is looking at him like he can fix him, and Eddie wants him to. So badly. But Buck knows Eddie's grief is for South Bedford Street, not LAX, so all he does is lead Eddie out to the parking lot.

It's a silent drive. Buck tells him the details of the funeral. Clinical. Sparing. And Eddie watches Buck's knuckles turn white on the steering wheel. Listens to the creak of leather under an unyielding grip. And he sees it then. The countdown over Buck's head, ticking away steadily. He's grateful in a way.

They pull up to the house silently. The engine falls quiet. And they stare at the door. The door Bobby had appeared on the other side of just a few months ago for a goodbye dinner. At the house. The house Bobby made coffee in when Eddie couldn't stomach being alone. At the home. The home Bobby helped him build in every way.

Buck gets out of the car. Eddie follows. Buck unlocks the door. Eddie locks it behind them. Buck disappears into the kitchen. Eddie pauses.

Can't quite separate Bobby from kitchens in his mind. And it's not like Bobby ever cooked anything in Eddie's kitchen, but there's some stupid grief-crazed part of his brain that thinks he'll find Bobby at the stove for a last supper. A parting gift to Eddie. Because Bobby was always too good. Too generous. Too understanding. When it came to Eddie.

When he finally makes it in there, Buck is stood staring into the fridge. Vacant. Eddie joins him, presses their shoulders together as hard as he can without knocking Buck away, and looks at Buck's fingers curled loosely around two beer bottles. Eddie knows it's not the early hour staying his hand.

It feels wrong. To find comfort in alcohol at Bobby's expense.

Carefully, Eddie unpicks Buck's fingers from the bottles and watches as Buck's arm falls limp to his side with such weight it bounces off his hip. Swings once, twice, stops suddenly. Eddie grabs the water filter. Closes the fridge.

"Sit down," he whispers. Sure, steady.

Buck sits down.

Eddie grabs two glasses. Fills them with water. Leaves the filter on the side. Who cares? Who fucking cares? Takes the glasses over to the table in shaking hands. Spills only a little. Sits opposite Buck. Stares into his cup.

"I didn't say it back," Buck rasps eventually.

Eddie picks his head up with great effort. Ony manages it because he wants to see what hurt he's caused. Their missing medic. Absent in their hour of need.

"What?"

"B-he-he told me he loved me." Buck's eyes go wide. Horrified. Haunted. Hollow. "He t-told me he l-loved me, and I could-couldn't say it back be-because that would mean..." Buck chokes a sob into his hand. "I thought we'd fix it. I-I-I thought we'd find a way. We-we always do. I couldn't say it-it. I didn't want t-to let him go. And now, he's..." Buck's face crumples first. Then, the rest of his body follows, folding in on itself in the chair until he looks almost as small as Christopher had the first time he'd ever sat at this table. "He's d-gone, and he doesn't know I love him."

"He knows, Buck." Eddie's hand curls into a fist on the tabletop. Doesn't know what to do. For all he'd been ready to hold Buck together, he's not sure how. "He knows you love him, Buck. You told him every single day."

"But I never said the words!" he snaps. Pure rage. Pure guilt. He looks up at Eddie. Blue eyes wet and red and wild. The rage and the guilt seeps away, leaves only pure grief. "I never said the words."

He sobs then. Doesn't choke it down. Lets it out. Eddie reacts like it's instinct even though he's never done this before. Just somehow knows in his bones what to do when it comes to Buck.

He stands, rounds the table, slides a hand into Buck's hair, one on his shoulder, pulls Buck's face into his stomach and holds him there, holds him together. Buck's fingers tangle themselves in Eddie's belt loops. A lifeline. And Eddie holds him tight as he can.

"All the times you cooked for him. All the times he cooked for you. The two of you cooking together. You had your own language, Buck. He knows you love him."

And all Eddie hears is: you're gonna stand there with a hundred-something bodies on you and tell me I'm not fit for duty. Did Bobby know Eddie loved him too?

Squeezing his eyes shut tight, Eddie drops his cheek to the top of Buck's head. Stops holding Buck together and starts holding on. Buck's hands grasp at his hips, twist into the back of his shirt just like Eddie's had at the airport.

And all Eddie hears is: I just want to make sure you don't think you have to lose everything before you can allow yourself to feel anything.

[lucabyte]

On autonomy, and what it means to be Obliged to Help.

Bonus:

[lazylittledragon]

Heya, feel free not to answer if this is uncomfortable, invasive or you just don't want to :)

I'm a trans guy and I'm, after top surgery, hoping to get laurel wreaths tattooed over the scars with florograpgy accents.

Do you have any advice for someone who's never had a tattoo before? Anyways to deal with pain, common courtesies for the tattoo artist, how the actual session goes, etc.?

Love ya,

Quimble

THAT'S A GREAT IDEA also absolutely!!!

don't stress about it or worry about being 'too much', for someone's first one i will talk through every single thing i'm doing and there are no stupid questions or too many concerns. also don't worry about twitching/flinching, it's not your fault and we know how to work around it

your artist should never make you feel bad about ANYTHING!! you can move the stencil as many times as you want and we don't care about your body or what you look like. if you need to take a break it's fine, if you need numbing spray it's fine. i would honestly rather slightly inconvenience myself than make you uncomfortable. as long as you aren't intentionally wiggling around the entire time or being a dick to the artist, you're all good.

yes it is going to hurt but it probably won't be as bad as you think it will be. when i got my first one i really hyped myself up and was very underwhelmed by the pain aksddfjfdj

bring something with you like a book or headphones if you need a distraction (as long as the tattoo placement allows it). i'm quite chatty most of the time but if you want a quiet session/no smalltalk you can ask for that

the actual session will go something like: show up, look at the design, make any changes if you want, test it out for sizing, put the stencil on and make sure you like it, then start the tattoo. afterwards they'll go through all the aftercare with you and either put on second skin (a film that sticks to your skin and protects the tattoo) or wrap it in clingfilm

if they haven't specified when you book the appointment then ask if it's cash/card/paypal etc and if it's cash, try and get it out BEFORE the tattoo appointment (just a time saving thing). also tipping is never expected but always Extremely appreciated :))

please please PLEASE tell us if you don't like the design/want to change the placement etc. personally i would be mortified if i knew someone didn't like what i'd done and didn't feel comfortable telling me. it's there forever so i want you to like it!!

[fox-guardian]

Examples of how to use the "tmagp vague" tag

AAAA WHAT HUH?? WHAT THE FUCK?? HELLO?? (<- something is happening and it's a lot but I have no idea what it is oh boy I'm hyped)

lol. lmao even. (<- what joyous comedic events are about to befall my blorbos I have no idea I can't wait)

The Magnus Protocol Is A Podcast (<- you could not get more vague than this. also I am terrified)

Loving the [REDACTED] dynamic today (<- I have no idea who you're talking about I can't wait to see whatever interaction this is discussing)

Mr J Newall/Mr Sims/[insert gust writer here] how dare you (<- oh boy oh boy what could it be. My interest is piqued and I am so excited for the upcoming episode)

Examples of how Not to use the "tmagp vague" tag

*actual line of dialogue* (<- that's not vague hello)

[CLICK] (<- any mention of tape recorders is not vague that's a fucking reveal)

*** is facing the horrors i see (<- I should not be able to deduce what character this is via the number of * being the same as the letters in their name. come on now)

[REDACTED] girl you are not subtle you are making things worse <3 (<- context clues should not tell me who you are talking about. The censoring is as effective as a handlebar mustache is as a disguise)

I like building new episode hype for myself by looking in the vague tag. Please do not actually spoil the episodes <3 I am so tired <3

[pup-pee]

bart having 2 learn how 2 run again would ruin me

[phoenixwithapencil]

Ya ever find it weird that Bahamut barely has his role talked about in game? How strange his role really is?

Bahamut, the bladekeeper

Bahamut, the draconian

Bahamut, the keeper of prophecies and creator of the crystal

Bahamut, the god of war

Bahamut, the god who never provided a real reason for why so much blood had to be spilled for his prophecy to come true

Bahamut, who misled Ardyn and Somnus both into petty violence

Bahamut, who told Ardyn to spread the scourge upon the world for decades

Bahamut, who let Ardyn go on a vengeful killing spree just long enough to really hate Lucis- but not get his revenge- and then let him go back on his merry way to Nifilheim and Verstael Besithia who had ambitions of war and tin soldiers powered by scourge

Bahamut, who enabled a war that killed nearly everyone on both sides not to mention those who were caught in the crossfire- a war that would not have been so bloody had Ardyn not had such a hand in it

Bahamut, who demanded a blood price 2,000 years in the making- who really demanded two sacrifices- Ardyn and Noctis- who did not need both for there is a world where Noctis at least lives and the sun rises and no one else needed to die for it.

Bahamut, the god of war, the creator of the crystal

It’s a strange pairing when taken with the story of ff15. That’s all.

[xxplastic-cubexx]

it doesnt need to be said but its genuinely so funny how at-the-hip charles and erik are in krakoa like they really had the green light- the OBLIGATION- to be as obnoxiously close to each other as possible and abused that right to the fullest extent

[sealbuffed]

💢repressing compulsion💢

[chronicowboy]

still caught up on the back door of it all. (yes i'n turning it into my own heavy handed evan buckley style metaphor so what?). buck getting a side of eddie no one else does, this open and vulnerable and heartbroken man who doesn't have to be anything but himself because he knows buck is safety and certainty and of course. buck being let in in a way no one else is, into the deepest and ugliest parts of eddie that he's tried to hide and polish and fix on his own for so long. eddie opening the door wide for him and being shocked when buck asks if he can come in because buck's the kind of person to knock eddie's door down to get to him, but also knowing that buck will always knock first as an i'm here, i'll be here before he pushes his way inside all of eddie's mess. and the back door opening into the kitchen, into the heart of the home generally, but absolutely the heart of their home, buck comes knocking and eddie lets him into his heart without hesitation, eddie lets him into his heart directly, no hallways to traverse through first, one step and buck's inside because when is he not nestled safely in eddie's heart?

[shentheauthor]

What if inspekta and capochin used to hold tails, but once inspekta ascended his tail wasn’t prehensile anymore. What if his tail isn’t just taped on, what if it’s entirely fake. What if it wasn’t even his original tail and he made a fake one. What if capochin went to hold inspekta’s tail out of habit only to find a cold, fake appendage that doesn’t even have fur. What if

[critterishere]

A loving god wouldn’t let such a filthy creature exist.

[laurrelise]

klaus in a sweater klaus in a sweater klaus in a sweater holy fuck is it hot in here

i’m literally not apologizing this is one of the finest men i’ve ever seen in my life

[helpmeplzimbeggin]

Just a little rambling about Scylla and Odysseus

I know that at least a handful of people have probably drawn a few similarities between them already, but that’s just NOT ENOUGH people so I’m just gonna dump some of the thoughts that have marinating in my noggin for a while now.

Does anyone remember when, at the very end of the song “Scylla” both Odysseus and Scylla sing the lyric “We are the same, you and I” in sync (and there a few other lyrics earlier into the song where Scylla sings similar lines on her own)? Becuase I do, and I thought it was WAY too intriguing to disregard. I understand that the scene was meant to mean that both of them would do terrible things to survive, but the being that is expressly said to be in the one place Poseidon wouldn’t roam (from the song “Suffering”), which could mean that he was afraid of Scylla, to actually see some random mortal as the SAME as her has to mean something, right? I know we all got majorly distracted by the the mutiny stuff and then whatever the heck Zeus’s song was (and maybe that was even by design so we wouldn’t look too deeply into the lyric), but it feels like such an important scene!

So I researched into who Scylla actually is, and it turns out Poseidon isn’t exactly afraid of her. She actually used to be a beautiful sea nymph that Poseidon fell in love with, but he asked Amphitrite to turn her into what she is now after after Scylla rejected him. So the reason why Scylla related with Odysseus so strongly was because they are the same. Someone forced to become a monster because of Poseidon’s cruelty, and someone who Poseidon himself would eventually come to avoid (bcus we all now edgy water boy isn’t going anywhere NEAR Odysseus after the beatdown he got in “600 strike”).

((Also, kinda random, but I also just wanna bring up that Odysseus (in the song “King Odysseus”) will be “aiming for the torches” just like Scylla was to the men in Odysseus’s ship! Probably just a coincidence, but it’s an interesting parallel nonetheless.))

okay bye thanks for listening to my Ted talk!!!

[huginsmemory]

Did anyone want a deranged scientific-background theorized sexual characteristics and reproductive methods of Euclidians, that is based on meta analysis on canon information on said Euclidians (cough, on Bill's reproductive methods, cough)... Haha jk I'm not asking it's in progress already