#i cannot convey the emotion i am feeling currently

[strawberrisoulmate]

oough..... thoughts of mr godot............

diego armando...................

[dragongirlbunny]

confession time while i will usually play along as a bit if someone else starts it i do not really see myself as a dragongirl so much as a girl with dragonlike tendencies. viridia is my fursona (scalesona?) not actually me.

[plasky]

OK YEAH SURE.

[hella1975]

hella if I may ask how do U feel abt the canon touya we were given vs the previous fandom perception of him🎤? apologies if youve alrdy said but I just watched dabis dance n im GNAWING on the bars of my cage over it

hiiiiiiiiii max <333 hmmm im not entirely sure what ur asking bc i am still very new to mha (sat and thought about this for a second, i caught up to mha a year ago. a YEAR. I HAVE BEEN HERE A YEAR ARE YOU KIDDING. LET ME UP) and i was never in the fandom pre-dabidance/touya reveal so i actually dont really know a lot about past fanon perceptions. i will say for current fanon perceptions i actually dont HATE how touya gets perceived. maybe i am just that good at curating my fandom spaces but from what ive seen people generally characterise him pretty well. his fanon perception is very mardy/broody with big spikes of sudden, intense emotion and he's also a massive bitch with a penchant for dramatics, and while those things get twisted sometimes/over-exaggerated they're still all canonical traits. like he has an inherent Just Some Guyness to him.

i think broadly speaking there's a considerable part of the fandom that are so blindly pro-endeavour that they insist on dying on the 'touya was always an insane irrideemable monster and endeavour did nothing wrong!' hill which is. blood boilingly ridiculous so in THAT regard the fanon characterisation of him somehow just being an inherently evil child (two words that cannot exist together) who has gone on to be a mindless, sadistic adult is a perception that GRATESSSS on my nerves. or even if people don't take the evil child route and still insist touya is sadistic/excessively cruel/senselessly violent. that bugs me bc we get no proof of that. in fact dabi as a character is a shockingly blank slate in the grand scheme of things. we get told that he killed a lot of people, burning them alive in cold blood and that they were innocent, but we dont actually know anything about the situation. for all the time he's on screen, he's quick-tempered and unable to walk away from a fight even if it's illogical, but not sadistic unless it specifically comes to his vendetta. unless something sets him off he is very uninterested in anything else (the snatch comment HOURS later always makes me laugh HES SUCH A CUNT).

if ur asking SPECIFICALLY about dabidance and how it was handled (bc it's a very Active scene and that's hard to convey through manga, so people had very different expectations for it from what i've heard) then i LOVED how it was done. in that regard i think there's very much a fanon dabi that is Very Cool And Sexy so people find it hard to reconcile that with the fact that the touya reveal was so borderline silly, because they only ever want him to be suave and attractive. but when facing off against his abuser for the first time in a decade and finally, finally crawling from the shadows after living through hell and LITERALLY stapling himself back together again, touya is manic. i fucking adore that, especially from a character with such a temper bc high-charged scenes like that usually only ever go in two directions: anger or tears. we didn't get that here. yes, he's clearly angry, but it's done in a manic way. it would be so easy with a character like dabi to have him screaming and yelling his head off in a fit of rage, but we get this instead. he's so clearly slipping and it's both uncomfortable and cathartic to watch. he can't even contain it. he DANCES. it's almost laughable but in a seriously disturbing way, and i think anyone who didn't like that about the touya reveal is seriously missing out.

[auroragreenvale]

Peter Pevensie Story - Untitled Pt 4

Hello, Peter said. He had entered the garden to see you admiring a particular cluster of flowers surrounding the fountain. He remembered you telling him that this was your favorite spot on the grounds of the palace; hidden away by tall hedges and trees, surrounded by the natural perfumes of such elegant flowers. He couldn’t help but agree with your sentiments as he watched you turn to him, thinking how lovely you looked here. You smiled at him. 

“Hello Peter.” He walked toward you, a smile now gracing his face as well. 

“How are you darling,” he asked. You sighed, content as he kissed your hand. 

“I am well,” you answered honestly, “And I am. very glad to see you.”

“And I you,” he said pulling you in close. His hand came to rest on your cheek, as if holding you in place to look at you properly and fully. You watched as his eyes roamed your face. 

“Peter why have you called me here,” you asked, causing his eyes to still and meet yours, “I assume it was not just to look at me.” He chuckled. 

“Well you are correct but I could not help myself. There’s just something…. you are looking particularly lovely today…”

“Oh what are you on about?” He grabbed both of your hands. 

“Would you walk with me?” You nodded yes, linking arms with him to walk side by side. “So you are probably aware that soon everyone will be leaving the palace?”

“Yes I have heard inklings of the sort. There has been a certain restlessness among the ladies.”

“Yes well soon all the maidens and there families will leave and in about a month’s time I am to invite back whichever ladies I choose.”

“Ah. What an interesting arrangement I hope you have begun to give it some thought—“

“I would like for you to return.” You stopped along your current path and turned to him. 

“Of course Peter. I would love nothing more.”

“I would like for only you to return. Well of course your family is welcome but… it is only you that will receive my invitation.”

“Peter… I am flattered but are you sure you do not wish for more options? How can you be so sure about this? If this does is unsuccessful what will you do—?”

“It is you or nothing for me.” You took in a depth breath, unable to pull your eyes from his which looked at you with such intensity, such truth. 

“Oh Peter.” It was all you could think to say. You felt as if you might cry. 

“y/n there is something about you that I cannot explain. This entire thing has been so overwhelming, so burdensome but every time I see you… it all begins to have purpose. It will all be for nothing if we’re to ignore the way you make me feel.” Feeling tears begin to form in your eyes you knew there was no possibility of responding without become overcome with emotion. Reaching up you touched your lips to his in a soft but tender kiss hoping it conveyed to him even a fraction of your feelings. “how lucky am i to get to experience your affection.” you said in disbelief that someone could feel the way peter did about you. “it is i who is truly lucky,” he told you

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*This chapter I imagine comes much later and was a random idea I had but just knew it went with this story. I don't know how they get to this point but ik they do*

He would usually take his horse to the stable himself and see to it that he was taken care off but he dismounted quickly and handed the reigns to a nearby soldier. He knew you would be worried about his late arrival and he wanted to delay it no longer. As he entered the palace, an attendant approached him. “Your wife should be waiting for you right inside the drawing room your highness” peter replied with his thanks and quickly made his way in. you typically waited for him here when he returned from his journeys because the window faced the path to the palace and it always calmed your nerves and steadied your heartbeat to see him returning from a distance. Peter entered the room where visitors usually sat to see you lying across the sofa eyes closed ij slumber. he stopped for a moment a smile coming to his face as he partook in his favorite activity: looking at you. all of the stress of his journey melted away as he looked over your face and watched the rise and fall of your chest. it was the most beautiful sight he had seen in weeks he tore himself from the spot that he believed had the most spectacular view in all the palace and went to knell beside where you lay. His hand caressed your face and gently you awoke to your husbands smiling face.  “peter” you spoke softly yet your voice still carried immense joy.

“hello darling” he replied. “what took you so long” if he had not been looking at you he still would have heard the smile in your words as you spoke. “i am sorry for my late arrival but a bridge had collapsed and we had to take an alternate route.” “I am just so happy you are home.” you both looked into each others eyes a moment before he leaned down and place a soft kiss on your lips. the first you had shared in weeks. it was delicate and perfect and when he pulled away, you missed him all over again as if were back on the journey from which he had just returned . “So am i” peter said after he pulled away. You took a deep, satisfied breath as you started to sit up from your position on the couch. “well i’d better go see about getting that bridge fixed.” “don’t you think that could wait until tomorrow.”peter said amused “i do think it would behoove us both to get ready for bed” You still donned your day dress having not wanted to leaved your waiting place until peter retuned. He had been riding through the woods all day and wanted nothing more than a nice bath. “But i do not want to forget” you told him urgently despite sleep still coating your voice. “then i will write it down for you. you need to rest my dear.” “well i am i longer tired. i must catch up on all the time we could not spend together for the last few weeks and i cannot waste it by sleeping.” he laughed softly “well what if i told you i desperately needed rest” “well for you my king i think i could probably make an exception. now come i will have a bath drawn for you and while you are in it i will see to the bridge getting repaired. then we both shall rest.” “isn’t it usually you who is telling me to take a break from my duties” 

“yes peter but you can only take breaks if i see to it that everything is in order and i must do so tonight because i plan for you to spend at least the next week taking one long wonderful break.” you reached the top of the stairs that lead to your chambers when peter stopped you. his arms circled around you and grabbed onto the railing behind you. “that sounds lovely but we must not forget about the country i have to run.” “that’s what brothers and sisters are for”” you told him playfully hitting his chest. of course it was all in good fun as you knew the other king and queens had many important duties of their own and could hardly take on peters share of the work as well. but you had spoken with their highnesses and a few of peters advisors who all helped to ensure his work load would be minimal. you’d of course be by his side to help him through it. He grabbed your hand and led you to your shared chambers where you ran him a bath. you didn’t want to bother any staff at this late hour and you didn’t mind more uninterrupted  time with your husband.

[shinjisdone]

I've been inflicted with VS brainrot and am currently in progress of making an oc. Also, I read all your Thorfinn series, and oh my god, that was so good. I need to share my brainrot about that later, but I'm sharing this for now.

This probably will have a lot to do with how I characterize my oc, but hear me out: feral dog x feral cat type energy. Like, yes, Thorfinn does have cat tendencies, but he's 100% more of a dog to me.

So what if someone joined up with the band who's sort of weird, for lack of a better word? (I'm using female pronouns because my oc will probably end up being a girl. We love weird girls.) She doesn't seem to speak to anyone, no one is really sure if she can even talk, period. She just sort of stares at them, not really acknowledging them, but she is, in fact, very aware of their every move.

No one can touch her in combat. Either she's too fast or she cuts down anyone who gets in range of her spear. The way she uses it is different from a normal warrior, at least among the band, she moves in a deadly dance that indicates expert training.

She eats her meals alone and practically refuses to eat in any other scenario. That's also really the only time anyone can understand her, despite her eternal quiet, she makes her displeasure known with a glare almost as deadly as Thorfinn's. Or if someone keeps pushing, a good stab wound will keep them away.

Despite their similar ages, her and Thorfinn don't really get along at first, if at all. It could be said that they're too similar that they clash. They both are quiet and deadly fighters who have difficult pasts and trauma that led them here. The difference is in how they deal with it.

Thorfinn is consumed by his rage and emotions, despite trying to appear unfeeling most of the time. She appears to be the opposite, seeming almost like an emotionless doll who's logic and motives are difficult to understand. Lashing out vs Repressing every feeling till numb.

I think that attitude pisses Thorfinn off, how she seems to just blindly follow orders without thinking for herself. While she just quietly takes whatever verbal attack he throws at her with that stare of hers. After this initial confrontation(?) they don't really interact outside of maybe being paired up for one of Askeladd's schemes.

I feel like it'd take something similar to what happened in your story, an unexpected act of kindness, to start breaking the ice between them. Maybe Thorfinn gets injured badly, and she basically has to force him to let her treat it. I'm talking, having to hold his stubborn ass down to deal with it. Maybe this is the first time she actually speaks, a simple "Let me help you."

Things start to shift between them after that, the first step for the cat and dog to realize that they never were enemies.

I didn't really get into the weird shit they'd probably do, as the resident feral cat and dog they are but I hope you see what I'm trying to convey.

putting on my reading glasses

honestly, an reader who is just as hostile as Thorfinn and even better, silent and hostile to the rest of the band is really good. it makes the angst and slow burn write itself.

also yes"!!!!! Thorfinn IS dog energy! But the bad, barking and biting kind!

also their different approach to deal with the violence and trauma also leads to really good conflicts on who is doing what right and while the other tries to understand the other, they cannot meet eye to eye and sliiiiight resentment might start to build ooooooohh

and honestly it would be peak, it would be mwah chef kiss if the oc is kept as mysterious and closed off to keep Thorfinn and others guessing and for the angst to consume all.

mwah mwah very nice big red stamp with 'approved' slammed on it

[lilydaisylily]

I Love you (part 3)

Pairing: Choi Seungcheol x Y/N (reader)

Hi lovely readers! Here comes part 3 for this series and I really hope you'll enjoy it! If you have some spare time, would really appreciate it if you can hit like and repost this post so other reader can read it too! Love you lots!✨️

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Jessica fucking Thompson.

You knew that voice anywhere. The very voice that always there to take whatever it is that belongs to you, but always so fucking unlucky for every second of the time. Thank heavens for that.

"Y/N! What a coincident! What are you doing here?" Jessica ask you with a very annoying high pitch voice.

"Do I look like I'm here to cook, Jessica?" You swear she'll annoys you to death by just breathing.

"Aww, don't be like that! Looks like you hurt your hand with, let me think, umm like some kind of an acid accident? How unfortunate." A wicked glint flashes in Jessica's eyes as she eyeing your injury, gloating for your bad luck.

So she's the mastermind here. How predictable.

Sometimes you wonder how on earth does this stupid human being can live and kicking until today, unscattered and happy? Who in their right mind will casually admitting to their crime in broad daylight? You really don't know what kind of good deed she did in her past life to be blessed with this life that she have today.

On the other hand, being a sharp person that she is, Rebecca swiftly turn on her phone recording rightly after she noticed Jessica coming towards you a few second ago. She have this hunch that it will be worth it to record your conversation. Hence, the unofficial confession from the villain has been recorded successfully.

Taking your silent as a yes, Jessica continues to provoke your emotion, "Looks like I'm right, 'ey? Aww poor Y/N! Have you cried to Cheollie about this yet? Oh, wait! You guys are not together anymore, right? Oh my god, I am so sorry! Double boohoo for you, Y/N!"

Before you can even retort her, Jessica continue, "You know what Y/N, you better stop pestering Cheollie from now on because," she paused her word for a second as she look down on her stomach and caressing it gently before she carry on, "Well, because he's going to be the father to our child! I'm pregnant with Cheollie's child, Y/N! It's wonderful, isn't?" Armed with a lovely and gentle smile as her disguise, the bomb of a news that she throws at you makes your heart shattered completely, making you feel empty inside like a broken doll.

"What did you just say?" You can't help it but to question her again, as you're unwilling to believe the news you just heard.

"I'm pregnant with Cheollie's child, silly Y/N! Well, it's just been for like, 3 weeks old, but-" you cannot bring yourself to listen to the rest of her words as you cut her off with an emotionless 'congratulation' and make a bee-line towards your car outside the ER. Rebecca silently followed you out, not missing the evil, psycho grin from Jessica after you left.

"You've got the recording, right?" You asked Rebecca once you both boarding the car. "Yes, President. I'll settle this matter as soon as possible."

"Good. Make sure she reap a dozen of what she sow this time. I think I had enough of her antics in this life." You gave her your final sentence grudgingly while holding onto your injured hand.

*

"Boss, we found her. She just came out from AV Hospital after her appointment with an O&G specialist. We've looked into the system and found out that," a little hesitation coming from the other side of the line before gathering their courage to continue the report, "well, we discovered that Jessica is currently bearing a child, about 3 weeks old."

There you have it. The deathly report has been conveyed to the hell king and its only a matter of time for the hell to break loose.

"Find out who's the father is no matter the method and don't let this news spread, especially not to Y/N. If she come to realize this because of your incompetant, you know whats coming for you." Before Seungcheol got their acknowledgement on their new mission, his henchmen disclose the information he dreaded the most where you already knew the pregnancy news from none other than Jessica herself.

An eerie silence from Seungcheol's side makes them break into a very cold sweat.

All hell will break loose soon indeed.

*

"I can work anywhere I want, right? Right Becca?" Your ride from the hospital has been masked with a serene silence until you broke it by asking the question out of the blue.

"Of course, President. Wherever you are, I'll tag along and do my best to assist you." Determined to stay by your side, Rebecca will go anywhere with you as long as you bring her along. That's her promise when she started her service in your company.

"No, Becca. I need you to stay here, to keep all the staff in check for me. I won't be out for long, maybe a couple of months, or maybe a year, top." Smiling, you carry on with your words, "I think my heart needs some healing I never knew I needed, Becca. And its definitely not here." A stream of tears gushing out from your eyes as you can't seem to hold back your sadness any longer. Rebecca can't help it but to engulfed you into the tighest hug ever as a way to console you, even for a little while.

You asked the driver to drop you off at Mingyu's house and once again, you can't keep your tears in when he's already standing tall on his yard, barefoot and looking anxious while waiting for you. He streched his long legs towards your side and give you a big bear hug that you deserve. Rebecca bow respectfully to you both and quietly leave you with Mingyu as she knew you are in good hands.

After Mingyu heard the shocking revelation from you, he can't help but to narrated a long, colourful curses to both Seungcheol and Jessica for doing this to you.

"I swear I'll give them a piece of my mind when we meet up. Gosh, this is so frustrating! What's in his mind that he have the heart to treat you like this?!" Said Mingyu while angrily chopping poor potatoes and tomatoes to make you some of your favourite hot soup of his. His cooking has never ceased to amaze you and you love every single thing about it.

You both take your seat at the dining table once Mingyu finished his cooking. Gosh, his cooking definitely a precious gift from the heaven. "Gyu, may I ask you a favour?" You meekly asked Mingyu about the decision you've made this afternoon. Mingyu put down his spoon to give you his full attention and motioning you to continue.

"I want to go somewhere far away from here. A place where Seungcheol can't find me eventhough he might not and I know you're the only one who can outsmart him on this, well maybe Jeonghan too. Will you help me?" Taking your uninjured hand in his, he agreed readily to your request and he already got some place in mind that he'll share with you later. You thank him for always be there for you before you both heard the door bell ringing.

Bethany and Wonwoo both engulfed you in a tight group hug, well, with a carefully hugging session of course, to avoid any more injury there is.

"I wish I could just chop both of that bitch's hand! Why is she not changing at all? After all these years and she's still playing this snatching game? What a loser!" Bethany can't contain her anger as she stabbed the poor potato in her soup bowl.

"Actually, I just have this one speculation on my mind after the day we found out about your breakup with Seungcheol hyung." All eyes and ears are on Wonwoo and he continue his theory after he got the attention he need.

"I just don't understand why Seungcheol hyung suddenly acted this way. Like, we all knew him for a long time even before you two started dating, right? He's not someone whom will cheat on his partner no matter how short the relationship last between them. Look, I know people can change anytime but old habit die hard, right? So my conclusion here is, I think what is currently going on between the two of you and that bitch Jessica might not be 100% of Seungcheol hyung's fault. Something more might be behind it than the one that meets the eye."

Quietness engulfed everyone in the dining room with all eyes on Wonwoo, feeling both amazed and shocked. Hence, Bethany decided to fill it with her witty remark.

"Wow. I never knew you can speak that long, Wonu-ya. That's a very suprising fact about you that I've learn today. Maybe we can give you some more brain exercise for you to think rather than letting your brain to rot with all those games that you played."

Loud laughter erupted throughout the house and Wonwoo just smile shyly while eating his soup.

"Well, Wonu does have a point there. But no worries. I'll help you investigate this matter while you're resting, love. I might also deliver Seungcheol hyung a punch or two as an early payment." Another laughter erupted and it's caused by Mingyu this time.

After some movie marathon and a few bowl of popcorn, you all decided to retire for the night and retreat to Mingyu's guest room upstairs.

"Have you inform your parents about your upcoming departure?" Beth cuddles you on the bed.

"Not yet. Maybe tomorrow. I guess they'll be cool about it, right?" Your parents is not strict, but they do appreciate it if you and your brother update them about your life every now and then. They did sent their own men to guard you from afar but, hearing from you personally is much better.

"I'm so proud of you, Y/N. Seungcheol has been comfortable long enough that he forgot to cherish you the way you should be. For now, just focus on your own healing and let the past stays in the past. The truth will come out eventually and all we have to do now is to wait." Bethany stroke your hair gently and soon you both slowly drift into your own dreamland, feeling safe and sound in each others arm.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

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That is all for part 3 of I Love You.

I don't know if you like them but feel free to your two cent in the comment so I can improve my future writing🫶

Thank you for reading, my lovelies and we'll see each other in the next chapter!^^

[ottiliere]

I love crawling out of the depths, opening up tumblr, and seeing your art. I love it.

it is quite interesting how social media can fall to the wayside, and people on the internet can just disappear forever if they really wanted to! I admit I struggle to keep up with "public accounts", they are uniquely stressful and I solute your hibernating tenacity. always lovely to see you resurface regardless, thank you very much for the lovely compliment...

I will say in case any of my dear followers were wondering where i've gone for the past month and a half, for weeks i've been pondering how to even broach the enormity of the topic that is: I made the mistake of thinking about my most favorite character for more than 2 minutes in one sitting. I intentionally go out of my way to avoid this and have many strategies to evade this occurring because every time I do enter a sort of hermetically sealed mental chamber where it's just me and him and his life and I begin to ignore all points of previously established social contact and also my health indefinitely. It's difficult to convey the emotional experience of this or its psychic magnitude. and it's hard to say "guys i really love this character!" because that's just words. you can't see it. the 10 years of obsessively thinking about some guy so intensely on&off cyclically until you've made 20 different worlds he's living in... how does one convey the depth of these without artistically depicting them as you see them to be...? i am trying to figure it out. currently planning a longform comic for my favorite and several smaller comics for others, but logically an individual can understand this takes a while... he and I have had multiple rendezvous over the past decade and I wish I had more "historical" art to show but for many of these years I have been a bit too physically disabled to draw, the past several weeks have been spent attempting to recreate his ideal form as he exists in my head. he is starting to come around!

I typed up three separate disquisitions last month to try and explain my feelings on him and none of them felt like the proper vessel to communicate this concept. which is likely for the best. the obvious answer is "just draw him". fine with this being the case, difficult when I have so many drawing ideas I'm now sitting on 100+ works in progress and they just keep accumulating since my brain generates these like an old laptop you leave in the corner of your room to mine bitcoin. in a way I'm content with this being a very "personal" experience thus far, shared with me and those in my inner social circle (really cannot emphasize to my readers enough how fandom can poison your constitution without self-checked moderation). however... I yearn to meet others who are as passionately involved with him as I am, because I think we could coalesce our ideas, and passion, into something beautiful...

^dio brando

[qppsoftness]

hi! i don’t know how long this will be so i apologize in advance if it is but i need somewhere to put this down and chuck into the queerplatonic void.

i have this friend i met a while ago. about 9 months ago, maybe, something like that. we clicked really fast (our brands of autism mesh well), and it’s just been really, really great. in that time i’ve met her family, been quasi-adopted into her friend group, and now we live together along with a couple of our other friends. it’s just been so, so wonderful and as someone who’s spent most of his life lonely and out of place she’s just been… a fundamentally life altering addition to my life, honestly?

we were hanging out really, really late at night with one of our friends that also lives with us, and we created that wild manic late-at-night hangout energy that makes anything and everything so indescribably hilarious. during this, she looked at me and asked “aren’t you glad we’re friends?” in that way where it’s sarcastic, but in the sense of ‘the vibes we have created are so infinitely WACK that we are all simultaneously having a great time while being dealt massive amounts of psychic damage,’ if that makes any sense at all.

and so, so many responses went through my head, and all of them were serious. because, like, yes. yes i am. i am so, so glad we’re friends and i don’t know if i’ll ever tell you or convey to you how much you have fundamentally altered my life over the last nine-ish months but YES. i cannot convey the emotions you and everything you’ve given me make me feel but jesus h. christ it’s a lot. and all i did was laugh in response instead, because obviously speaking those words out loud would’ve been a whiplash-inducing tonal shift in the moment. also, that’s a level of emotional vulnerability that i am rarely capable of, because unfortunately what doesn’t kill you makes you weird at intimacy.

so, with this in mind, i immediately identified those emotions i was feeling as similar to the way i feel about a QPR that i’ve been in for over a year now (we had our 1 year anniversary in august hehe). i love my QPP with everything that i have and with an intensity that i didn’t know i had in me until i met them, so the fact that i am feeling vague wisps of something similar for my friend scares me a bit. not because my current QPP would be upset or anything (i actually think they would encourage it, if anything), but because i just… don’t know what to think? i know my friend is aspec, and has great opinions on most everything and we’ve had in depth discussions about QPRs and aromanticism and all of that fun jazz. so it’s not like i’m just harboring these very new feelings out of fear that she would somehow not understand it. i just think i don’t know what to do with it, because when i think about being in a QPR with her i like it. but i think asking her or even talking about it just feels way, way too early, and i don’t know if she’d feel anything remotely similar or what she’d think about it.

sorry this was so long! i really don’t know what the point of this was, other than to just cast my feelings somewhere and be able to mark it anonymously. so if you read this and made it this far, thank you!

aaah it's been so long since this got sent and i keep forgetting it's in my inbox!! i'm sorry anon, i hope y'all are still doing okay ;w;

tbh, i think a qpr is like any other relationship - if you don't want to ask her quite yet, it's okay to just sit and think about those feelings and have a platonic crush :) i think waiting is a good idea if you're not sure, plus it gives you time to think about how you'd like to talk to her abt it!

i hope that helps at all, i'm still learning how to handle having a relationship At All after not feeling any attraction for yearssss so i'm clueless too ehe

[wearingaberetinparis]

20 Qs for Fic Writers

Thank you so much for tagging me, @mppmaraudergirl!

How many works do you have on AO3? Currently, I have 62 works on A03! That is going to change in the next few weeks, but I have to say that I cannot believe that there's 62 works on there.

What's your total A03 word count? My word count is currently at 1,254,232 words.

What fandoms do you write for? I only write for the Harry Potter fandom. I used to write some Gilmore Girls fanfiction, but that's over a decade ago by now. I was very, very, very young when I wrote those fics.

What are your top 5 fics by kudos? I find it incredible to see that a fic that I wrote in the summer of 2017 is still the fic that received most kudos... anyway, here you go! 1. Game of Thrones 2. It Only Takes A Taste (When You Know It's Good) 3. Call It What You Want 4. Knocked Up By My Ex 5. Shout Out To My Ex You can find them all on my AO3!

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? I generally do! I have been slacking a bit for the past four chapters of Call It What You Want, but I will reply to those in time too!

What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? I tend to write angst with - in general, I would say - a happy ending. One of the angstiest works I have ever written is probably Gold-Plated Love.

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? I would say that all have a happy ending, especially considering all the ignoring of Jily canon I do. I will, I think, leave this up to my reader!

Do you get hate on fics? I get the odd comment every once in a while. I have to admit that I'm not very good at not letting it get to me. I am trying to be better about it and also am thinking that if 98% of the comments I've ever received are positive, I should not complain.

Do you write smut. If so, what kind? I do, yes. It's all Jily smut and my latest work Call It What You Want - which will be complete tomorrow - is the smuttiest thing I have ever written.

Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written? No, I have never been interested in doing so. I write loads of AUs, but crossovers don't really appeal to me.

Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not that I know of!

Have you ever had a fic translated? No, I am fairly certain no one ever did translate one of my fics. Someone once created a podfic for one of mine.

Have you ever cowritten a fic before? No! But I'm looking to change that. @athenasparrow and I are cooking something up.

What's your all-time favourite ship? Jily. There is no other answer.

What's a WIP you want to finish, but doublt you ever will? I plan on finishing all of them, but I can't finish them all at once. Maybe some my extremely old ones... I think I'll want to rewrite them completely if I open them again.

What are your writing strengths? Oh, that's a difficult one! I think one of my strengths is conveying emotion. At least, I hope so, because I work very hard on that one.

What are your writing weaknesses? I am afraid that people will sometimes find my writing repetitive, boring and/or long-winded. But I hope that's not the case.

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic? Only when it makes sense. It would feel weird if it's out of the blue.

First fandom you wrote for? Gilmore Girls, I wrote Rory/Logan fanfiction. But I must have been 12-14 at the time.

Favourite fic you have ever written? Oh, that's difficult and very much depends on the day and the mood I am in. I have a soft spot for all of my works. But today I'm excited about finishing Call It What You Want, so let's say that one is today's favourite.

Tagging @athenasparrow, @annabtg, @practicecourts and everyone else who would like to be tagged. No pressure on anyone, though!

[davidwalterbanks]

My new project, tentatively titled ‘Trembling Earth,’ aims to convey the universal value of the Okefenokee National Wildlife Refuge and its need for further protection from the titanium mining industry. I am taking a two-pronged approach visually. I will utilize strict documentary photography to serve as evidence and facts to prove my case of the refuge’s value. In my opinion, the sum of this place is more than a direct factual approach can total though. There is a mystical ethereal quality of this primordial place that escapes both the written word and limits of photojournalism. My secondary approach looks capture the intangible feeling one is left with after communing with this magical space. These images will still be created fully in-camera, but will utilize abstract methods in lighting and filters to achieve unique emotive tones in a style I have honed over the past decade. Georgia’s 438,000-acre Okefenokee Swamp is one of the largest intact freshwater ecosystems in the world, and is home to more than 600 species of wild plants, 200 species of birds, 100 species of amphibians and reptiles, and 35 species of fish, including rare and endangered species. Despite designation as a National Wildlife Refuge, North America’s largest blackwater swamp is still under threat by the titanium mining industry. While the refuge may be protected, its boundaries are not. Trail Ridge, the geologic formation that forms the eastern boundary of the swamp, is currently threatened by the Twin Pines Mining Company which has proposed plans for heavy mineral sand mining that would cover an expanse of roughly 8,000-acres next to the refuge. This mining process will lower the water table and increase drought, causing greater susceptibility to wildfire, and permanently altering the ecosystem. Lowered water table and increased drought exposes more peat that can catch fire — peat that stores over 95 million tons of CO2, which cannot be recaptured once released. The swamp as it stands is fire adapted but peat dependent. Upsetting this 10,000-year-old balance could lead to the collapse of an entire ecosystem. https://www.instagram.com/p/Cr00y1oOtHG/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[thenewfuture]

This goes back to that previous criticism I made about Hiyoko's simulated death scene. The closest comparison I can think of would be "slasher movie victim writing". Where a character is so utterly unlikable that it feels like you're meant to outright cheer on their murderer subjecting them to a grisly death. That's how it came across, and the current scene is really not helping matters at all. Especially the implication that Hiyoko owes the people who framed her for murder an apology. Just…no. That is ridiculously unfair, and Fuyuhiko and Peko are mature enough to know damn well that they're not entitled to that. In fact that's something else that I feel needs addressing. The writing's emphasis on sympathizing with the murderers is getting a little...much. I mean yes, of course we the audience can and should find it in our hearts to forgive them. But I think they're being let off the hook a little too easily. Mainly at the expense of the people they harmed. And it's not just Hiyoko being unsympathetic compared to her own murderer and the people who framed her. Or Mahiru coming across as the unreasonable party in the matter of settling what happened in Chapter 2 and in the Twilight Syndrome incident. But also cases like with Gundham and Teruteru or with Teruteru. Yes all things considered, Gundham is the most sympathetic blackened in the game. And there was a gentleman's agreement going on. But I think the others would be quite right to call them out on the fact that they didn't need to get two people killed or have a lengthy class trial. One person committing suicide and making it as obvious as possible that they did so (like Sakura did) would have sufficed. They let male pride needlessly complicate matters (and unintentionally led to Nagito's later actions down the road). Teruteru frankly was let off way too damn easy for his actions. Unlike Sayaka and Leon in the first game he had a far better understanding of what the cost of committing a murder and getting away with it would mean for his classmates. And he had an ENTIRE DAY to think things through and report Nagito to the others. Plus unlike his co-conspirator, he doesn't get the excuse of being mentally ill for wanting to start the Killing Game. He really needs a scene where he owns up to the fact that he bares equal responsibility to Nagito. And speaking of Nagito, he seems to be the one killer who's the exception to this treatment. Being scorned by everyone for his actions. Even though when you look at things objectively his was perhaps the most understandable and sympathetic reason for starting a class trial that didn't involve mind control or self-sacrifice. No one shows empathy for his actions in Chapter 5 or acknowledges that Monokuma manipulated him into mutilating himself to death. By deliberately withholding the part about the Junko AI possessing them all. And probably also the fact that they were brainwashed and didn't commit those crimes of their own free will, judging by the way that Junko's AI tries to downplay those claims when Makoto intervenes. On their own, with no one there to offer emotional support, it is likely that any of the Remnants would have completely snapped if they'd been in his position during that revelation. I'm sorry but it feels like there are a lot of double standards going on when it comes to the "problematic class members".

I cannot apologize enough if Hiyoko's death scene seemed unsympathetic and harsh. Maybe it was and I went too far trying to get the point across or convey it. But even so, I am still proud of that work and I swear to you it was supposed to have the exact opposite effect. Even so, I'm going to break down the rest of your ask here because....wow is it a lot...

Murderer sympathizing. So if you've played any murder mystery game; DanganRonpa, Ace Attorney, Zero Escape, etc..., you know that it primarily focuses on figuring out who committed a crime and more importantly WHY they did it. Motives for killers vary over games and mysteries, but there comes a time when you can understand a killer's motivation. Now, no sane and stable person would ever kill someone in real life, but if you can understand the push as to what drove them to such actions, then that character has depth and is in some ways relatable. DanganRonpa is full of these types of characters, on the sole basis that the players are TRAPPED IN AN ENCLOSED SPACE! Killing to get out is encouraged! Almost every character in these games would have at least one reason to kill, making them all sympathetic! Now of course there are some outliers in the mix(Celeste, Despair-state Mikan, Korekiyo) but the ratio of sympathetic to not is quite high. So why did I say all this? Well, you the payer have to understand why some killers did the crimes they committed? Well then so should the characters by default too. Especially in an enclosed setting like DanganRonpa, the characters have to come to grievance that some amongst them has just died. How could they possibly react to that? Well Hiyoko reacts like this:

Hiyoko was there when she heard Teruteru say he not only wanted to stop Nagito from murdering someone, but to also see if his sick mom was all right after all this time had passed. And yet, she say this. So its clear Hiyoko has the mindset of: kill=bad. She is the outlier of the group. Hiyoko cannot understand why Teruteru would do such a thing, or why others would feel sorry for him. Hiyoko is the one in the wrong here.

2. Hiyoko owes Fuyuhiko and Peko an apology. Okay, we understand sympathy for killing somewhat, right? Good. Let's move on to Fuyuhiko and Peko. Fuyuhiko found out his sister was murdered. His classmate knows something but won't tell him. In fact, she even hid evidence and lied about the fact just to cover up her own. Fuyuhiko has every right to be pissed! And in some cases, the right to kill Sato for what she did! Okay? Okay. On to Peko. Now of course I'm not expecting one to understand the feeling Peko has of being used by the Yakuza and basically a weapon only to serve someone else. But the want to protect someone from becoming the blackened is understandable at the very least, no? Now, OF COURSE, Hiyoko has every right to be royally pissed at being framed for murder. I don't expect to forgive them easily. In fact, if you saw this blog at all, you'll know that Fuyuhiko and Peko apologized to her first! They are fully aware of not expecting an apology from Hiyoko. They've made peace with that fact. Hiyoko DOES owe them an apology for bursting in on their therapy session! Now again, you may say that aspect is going too far and you'd be right. I personally think it falls in line with Hiyoko putting her beliefs and ideologies first and wanting others, especially her best friend, to agree with her take on it. I mean it's already pretty on brand with what the two do. Hiyoko does something bad, and Mahiru just accepting it.

3. Gundam and Nekomaru. Now I'm not here to discuss the moral implications of murder versus suicide. I will say this though. Chapter 4's trial and murder was about wanting to live, no matter what. Hajime's offer to not kill and just starve to death was just throwing life away as Gundam put it. It's like stories of a soilder who would rather fight with a stick than just to give up and die. He has no options left and his chances are pretty slim, but he still wants to live. That's the whole reason behind Nekomaru and Gundam's duel. A duel for life. Whether the others live or Gundam wins the class trial, no one is giving up on life. Everyone wants to live. And so they fight for that honor.

4. Nagito. "speaking of Nagito, he seems to be the one killer who's the exception to this treatment. Being scorned by everyone for his actions. Even though when you look at things objectively his was perhaps the most understandable and sympathetic reason for starting a class trial"

Okay that may have been in pretty low to go for that, but still. I'll humor you and say that Nagito maaaaaaay have had a good reason for it. Stopping suppossed psychotic terrorists does sound like a good enough reason.......too bad he ruined it by basically insulting everyone in the 4th trial and half of Chapter 5. He kept insulting the others and especially Hajime for reasons ONLY HE KNEW ABOUT! Monokuma did not manipulate Nagito in any way, in fact it was the exact opposite. Monokuma simply gave him the file because he cleared Russian Roulette at the highest difficulty, I don't he expected anyone else to do that. Nagito's plan was all his own! You think Monokuma could have predicted out of ALLLLLL options to murder the gang, that Nagito would just choose to poison a fire grenade and let his luck choose the one person he wanted to win!? Now you say that the file hid the fact of Junko trying to possess their bodies and that they were brainwashed, but OOPS I guess we'll never know because Nagito ripped the fucking pages out by the time Hajime and Chiaki get to it. Thanks, you ugly trash turnip. Maybe he knew, maybe he didn't, we'll never know. We're simply just playing guess at this point, so it's futile to justify this action any further. Bottom line: Nagito did it all his own without any help because that's how deeply committed he his to his own ideology about hope and Ultimates.

Anyway, I keep saying Hiyoko will get better, but if you're still on this and you don't believe me or won't even like where I go with it. Then it's probably best if you leave, honest. I won't make you stay and read my blog if it upsets you this much. It was not my intent, honest.

I am really tired, it is so late that I stood up making this answer....

-Mod

[mlpwhatifs]

What If 2.1: What If...

Author's Note:

(Best experienced on the original Fimfiction page.)

Well, let's get this out of the way, shall we?

Of course, you can't have a What If without

a completely

and utterly

broken

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the website.

There. Now that breaking the site is done and out of the way... on with the story! And of course, to a brighter tomorrow. The world's scary out there, y'all. But right here? This is our world. And we're gonna build it together.

~~~~~===+++{Twilight's Castle}+++===~~~~~

Twilight gently placed the previous eight years of her life's work onto her shelf, paying special care not to drop the absurdly thick novel of a thousand chapters.

One thousand.

That's as many as one hundred tens. Or ten one hundreds. Or twenty fifties. Two five-hundreds. One singular mill.

She'd come a long way from that day, when she'd frantically searched for something--anything, that she could possibly still do.

But this wasn't over. It never is. So long as there are words to say, experiences to feel, emotions to convey--it's not over. A uniquely permanent thing, ideas are; even as the ones that carry them come and go, swept away by the endless currents of time, ideas will remain. What may have once been tangible then becomes intangible, yet even if its physical permanence may be long-gone, this intangibility, this permanence--will linger on.

And so, the writing must continue. The speaking must continue. The art, the music, the memories both good and bad, the imagination...

They will go on.

Twilight Sparkle lifted a fresh sheet of parchment from the neat stack she'd set up on her desk. It'd felt like eons since she'd done anything like this. But now, staring at the blank page before her, an ink-dipped quill gently floating above its pristine surface...

There was fear.

There... is fear.

Of the unknown, of course; of new beginnings, of endings, of what may be, of what may not be. Of all the little things in life that linger in her mind. Of all the big things in life that she cannot ignore.

In a sense, this fear,

was of life itself.

. . . Unpredictable as always, despite her best efforts.

It scares her.

It scares me.

But we live in the present, and experience the past.

It's said that beginnings and endings are always the hardest.

Twilight furrowed her brows. What would she even write about? How often would she find herself writing once more about something that'd already been written? How many times would she find herself staring again at a blank page, minutes, hours, days of work, all gone to waste?

It scared her. So much.

She felt her heart beating in her throat as she set the quill tip to the parchment.

...

...

No, not good enough.

Not good enough.

Not... enough.

If words could haunt, that phrase would be one of the phantoms to end all phantoms.

And she knew it well.

We knew it well.

They were the words that we whispered to ourselves, or even told by others; sometimes hardly, sometimes often. But rarely, if ever,

never.

. . . Incorrect.

Those words are... incorrect.

Twilight ran a slow hoof through her mane. She drew in a long, deep breath.

It took a lot of strength to say that. Much more than she could've ever imagined.

And no matter how little it may have felt compared to all that surrounded her,

it was enough.

. . . She steadied herself. She had to remember... first and foremost, she was in control. No matter how much it may otherwise have felt, she was the one at the table.

I am the one at the keyboard.

She had to remember.

She did this for herself.

And even then, if not for herself, she made for someone else.

She did this not for glory, or for fame, or for money or for clout or for anything else she could think of.

She did this because she enjoyed it.

Because we enjoy this.

She, the narrator. Me, the author.

You, the reader.

Even if it were only a precious few words on one day, or even no words for a month, what mattered most was that she enjoyed what she did.

She lifted her quill, peering at the minuscule dot she'd made on the parchment. It was like a singular, lonely star among a vast, empty cosmos. A lone traveler in an arid desert. A penguin, lost in the tundra.

She touched her quill on the parchment again, watching the tiny splotch of ink grow beneath the tip.

A little heart, beating for companionship.

There were so, so many things that it could become, that singular dot.

She set the quill upon the page again. That little heart-shaped splotch grew into a line, then another line, then a character, then a word. A sentence. A paragraph.

A story.

This story.

She really had to thank Spike for giving her the idea to write all those years ago.

Twilight stared at the words she had written. All the way down to this very word. There was a great beauty in making something with your own efforts. It didn't have to be big, nor did it have to be grand. It just had to be.

Become.

Befit.

Begin.

And that precisely was what she was doing. This blank slate had become a new beginning. The start of a whole new journey to who-knows-where, accompanied by companions she hadn't even dreamt of making yet, let alone encountered. New and old faces alike would surely be encountered, and more than likely some old characters and scenarios--or even all of them--would continue on, carried forth into this new iteration of her work.

She paused.

Spike peered through the crack of the door, illuminated from behind by the bright lights of the hallway.

"Is this a bad time, Twi? I brought some cookies from Pinkie."

He pushed the door open, waddling in with the plate of sweets.

He placed it at the corner of her desk and took one for himself.

As for Twilight, she continued to write.

"What if..."

[melancholy-marionette]

(I apologize for the errors, I use Google Translator to write this post) Hello, not so long ago I found out about your game "Darling Duality" and, having passed it the other day, fell in love with it! You draw amazing, and I almost really fell in love with Castor (you picked up an amazing voice for him, it's nice to listen to him). The way the atmosphere is conveyed deserves separate words. First, the calmness of the day / evening for the passage of the game, then a sweet and slightly anxious feeling during the first sleep with Castor, then embarrassment and panic fright in the cube with a slight madness (when we cut our palm) and at the very end a light comedy made me not get bored and experience emotions throughout the passage of the demo game! You write amazing music that conveys the atmosphere well! Please forgive me if my message seems strange or stupid to you, but in addition to thanking you for playing, I would like to ask a couple of questions (of course, if you don't mind):

Is it possible to ask questions about the character? I would like to learn as much as possible about Castor/Castoria, but if you can't, then I'll understand everything.

How is the development of the game progressing and when, perhaps, will we be able to see the sequel? (please forgive me if my question sounded rude. In no way am I going to be rude to you, rush you or put pressure on you)

Thank you so much for the wonderful game, and I wish you success in everything!

Hey hey! Thanks so much for all your kind words :3 I'm really glad you've enjoyed what there is of DD so far! I just wanted to let you know that I do plan to answer your questions and write you a proper reply, I just don't have time to do it at the moment because I'm really busy trying to get my project for this year's Yandere Jam done in time (the jam ends this coming Tuesday x3) I just didn't want you to think I was ignoring you or anything, so thought I'd let you know that I will answer when I can, it just might be a little while :3 Hope you have a good weekend! EDIT (to add my full answer :3)

Okay, so, hopefully I'm doing this right and you'll be able to see what I'm typing cos I don't really know how Tumblr works all that well x3

Firstly, I should probably say that, while I wish with all my heart that I could draw, I sadly cannot draw to save my life T_T haha. The art in all my games is either the result of me teaming up with amazing artists who can draw beautifully, or, me taking to GIMP and spending hours editing assets that I own to at least try and make them look somewhat unique to my projects rather than using them as they come :3

Darling Duality is the result of the second option, haha. I think it took me around 3 days to edit Castor/ia's sprites because I heavily edited colours, but I also added additional facial expressions that didn't come with the asset pack by layering parts of the face individualy, haha.

I'm glad you ended up liking Castor though ^-^ And I agree, his voice actor is incredible and the character wouldn't be the same without him!

I can also only take credit for certain music tracks within the game x3 The soundtrack is currently only partially original, and the rest of the tracks are ones I chose from various asset packs that felt like they fit well. I really enjoy making music though, so I've been trying to include more and more original tracks in my more recent projects :3

Your message doesn't seem strange or stupid at all though! I think it's extremely sweet :3 And it means a lot to me that you liked the game enough to even want to write something about it ^-^

I don't mind answering questions at all, so you're welcome to ask whatever you like :3 There might be some things that I can't say if they might contain spoilers for the story that is still to come, but I'll do my best to answer what I can.

To answer your second question, in all honesty, development is going very slowly >.< I got quite demotivated to work on the project when I found out that I might not be able to get the same voice actors back to keep playing the characters. So I ended up putting the project on hold and just working on game jams for quite a while.

The voice acting situation is still up in the air, but I am at least slowly working on the project again :3 I have a lot of writing finished that currently isn't coded into the game yet. In the next update, I'm hoping to continue a little more of Castor/ia's story, along with adding a new character to the mix as well whose route you will be able to begin.

It's a very long-term project though because I hope to add quite a few different characters over time. Because of that, my plan was to update sort of episodically, so that it doesn't take forever to release new content. Because the fully completed game will likely take me years to make >.<

As for the next update though, I can't really put a proper time on when I might be able to get it released, but I'm really hoping that it will at least be sometime later this year :3 It's just hard to say because you never know what is going to go wrong and get in the ay, haha.

Thank YOU for taking the time to check the game out and leave such kind words <3

[recitals-poetry]

My story about writing

I started writing poetry majorly during the pandemic. My dad writes lovely poetry and that is where I got my inspiration from. He became my mentor and started guiding me in my writing. I feel more connected to my father when I write. Eventually, poetry became a way of how I expressed myself. I started writing about what I was feeling in particular situations. My ideas would be from real-life problems, learnings and experiences.

Currently, poems are a very important part of my life. It started off as a hobby but is a passion now. I started this blog because I want my poetry to reach other people and get feedback on it. In a world where people are moving to AI for writing, I want to prove that there are still people who are willing to write and others who are willing to read. AI cannot express human emotions as well as humans themselves can.

I feel words are one of the strongest things in this world. William Chapman said, “Words cut deeper than knives.” As a poet, I completely agree with it. When used correctly, words convey important messages. Words can make and break bonds. Poetry connects people who relate to similar ideas.

Writing is my outlet. It is a safe space where I can express my feelings and thoughts. It helps me get a broader perspective on situations that I am in and a better idea of the world and people. It pushes me into a creative space so that I write in a way that reaches people and they relate to it. I am constantly learning and trying to be a better poet but this is the story of how and why I started writing poetry.

[the-marron]

Well hello there! 6, 10, 17, 19 😈

Hello, dear <3

6. What is your darkest fear about writing?

That I am doing something terribly stupid without even knowing. That I cannot convey character's emotions properly and therefore what I think is interesting, is in fact flat and not engaging at all.

also commas.

10. Has a piece of writing ever “haunted” you? Has your own writing haunted you? What does that mean to you?

Good question about what "haunting" means, really. In the 'oh no I this story won't leave my head after I've written it' - no, nothing. If the 'I still feel ashamed about writing this' way, well, there are some works from my teenage years that are pretty much terrible but I see them as learning process really. I cringe at them from time to time and move on.

I am much more affected by other people's writing, there are some stories that stay with me forever, either because they were so good, or so disappointing that it still hurts.

17. Talk to me about the minutiae of your current WIP. Tell me about the lore, the history, the detail, the things that won’t make it in the text.

Uhhhh. Aside from our shared projects I have one, and that is Weilan derivatives HanSheng wuxia au. Not sure if there is anything interesting about it. I think I am pretty lost with it actually. So, nothing to report.

19. Tell me a story about your writing journey. When did you start? Why did you start? Were there bumps along the way? Where are you now and where are you going?

I really liked writing always, when I was in primary school I used to just create stories in my head about the places I've seen and visited, a lot of fantasy scenarios involving my way to school and all that. Sometimes I wrote them down, but I started writing stories as such in middle school? I think? I also keep travel journals.

Bumps along the way - a few. Mostly connected with unusally heavy indifference towards stories I cared about, plus that one moment when my sister told me 'yeah, I am happy you write, but I just don't like how you do it, sorry'. Which, is, of course her right and all, but it got me down for a while.

Where am I now and where I am going? Dunno. I find that I enjoy shared project the most, working with someone else and exchanging ideas, so I think I will do that?