Edit: whelp tumblr killed the quality and I don't know how to fix it >:T
It looked fine on desktop but seeing on my phone makes it look like poop
If you download the image and open it in your gallery the quality looks fine ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
OTL how do people have the drive to make comics??
not for me -100/10
anyway i love @aealzx 's comic/fanfic Cross Dimension Kidnapping
i love that you get art with every chapter
very unique
i imagined this extra dialog while reading chapter 19 and i wanted to get it done before they posted chapter 20 but aealzx is so fast ;;
ah well
this don has such pretty blue eyes and i'm a sucker for golden eye raph
i fell for the comic since chapter 1 ;;
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any more drunk gojo thoughts? I've been absolutely insane about it since hearing him say he's a light weight but I've yet to find any drunk gojo fics 😔
anon!!!!!!!! we're in this together!!!!!! satoru being a lightweight makes me insane as well.......... so much potential..................................
i'll share my thoughts later :) but for now i can share these fics !!
Not the Tin Man by withlove_jane (t) (fushigo)
to wash in your old bathwater by kannjou (e) (fushigo + yuugo + nanago)
A family thing by sagawanuno (t) (fushigo + tojigo)
and well, if anyone else has any other recs they are much appreciated!!! <3
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⚅— @justiceburst asked: —⚅
⚅— "Get me a drink and make sure nobody disturbs me for half an hour." (from akechi! i miss writing with you :)) —⚅
— ★ ⚄ ★ —
"You got it, boss. What kinda drink can I getcha today? Just a regular coffee fine or were ya lookin' for something specific?"
Hanekoma reached under the counter to take up a marker in his hand and passed around to the front door. He didn't have a lot of concern about anyone coming into Wildkat, since this place tended to be pretty quiet most days, but if he was really going to do the service he might as well go the whole nine. A sigil drawn along the doors to ensure no one outside of the cafe even noticed its existence, and then he was making his way back to the counter.
Something special about this one, he had realized. He had a good imagination on him, and he felt so very familiar. The way he sat, the way his eyes seemed just a little more inward than outward, even if he was paying attention. Hanekoma had seen this before from someone very close to him, and he wondered if they were much of anything alike. It would be interesting to see how this played out, though he didn't know if he would be able to get very far.
"Make sure nobody disturbs me for half an hour" lent itself to meaning he probably wasn't up for much conversation. He was looking for introspection, maybe, or perhaps he just wanted to breathe for a second. If he was usually very busy with people, maybe he was sick enough of them that he wouldn't be much for humoring a nosy barista. A damn shame, but if he had good enough service he might get a second appearance. And as long as that was the case, he might even get him to open up over time. Slow and steady and all that.
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of the fandoms you have written for, which ones would you genuinely recommend? (like, should I play half life?)
That's a difficult one! It's hard for me to give very broad recommendations, "everybody should watch this, because everybody will like it". I can normally really only just list my favorites and the reasons why, and let people see if they're interested or not.
It's also double difficult because I mostly write fanfic for works I find like...5/10 - 7/10. If I like something too much I don't write fic for it - it's like painting on the Mona Lisa, lmfao. There needs to be a sweet spot of 'good enough for my brain to chew on it, has enough untapped soil and potential that there's blanks to fill in'. If I really, really love something, I'm just like...wow, I really love that! I'm very satisfied with that experience and there's nothing I would want to add or change! Anyway! So all of my favorite works that I would recommend without reservation aren't things I would write for.
That being said, my Animorphs, Buffy, and Artemis Fowl works were written from a place of deep love for the source materials. I can't recommend any of those without reservations, but they were written because the source material was very special to me. Other things I've written because I hate the source material. Detroit: Become Human is very bad.
If you're thinking, 'I might want to get into The Magnus Archives!', I do want to suggest that you read some transcripts of I Am In Eskew first. IAIE is my favorite podcast, and it basically did what TMA tried to do a thousand times better. It's incredible. 'Paining on the Mona Lisa' situation.
Similarly, if you're interested in comics, I'd have to recommend specific authors or runs over characters.
So - Half-Life is a classic, and makes the list of 'best of' games. It's acknowledged as one of the best FPS shooters of all time. So if you're the kind of person who likes 90s FPSes that are very light on plot, then it's a great example!
Sorry that's not super helpful haha. I don't actually think I can recommend without reservations anything I've written for. Either it's like The Magnus Archives (which was pretty good, but I really never feel the urge to re-listen or anything) or it's like Animorphs (incredibly high art that in some instances was either just really fucking dumb or really did not age well).
Play/watch a Let's Play of The World Ends With You. It builds character.
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the moment tadashi encountered @randomeeveelutions
Life was weird. Yesterday, he ran into the fire, but today, he didn’t emerge a phoenix.
“Nghh …”
He fights the darkness with blinks, and defies it by opening his eyes. Wide and carelessly so that the sunlight can blind him temporarily. Pain began to settle in his head. And he didn’t held thought about his body. It didn’t matter, he was … alive. Tadashi could say the obvious like how real the breeze felt on his skin, or how alive the chirp of birds sounded, but he’ll let his heart that thumps ferociously at his ribcage be the explanation why.
“What happened? Where am I?”
He’s not asking the questions a person that had a near-death experience should be having, but they were valid nonetheless. Here was here, on grass, near a pond, surrounded by trees and rocks, a part of a forest’s serenity.
Catching his breath in this crazy roller coaster called life, this should be one of those moments where he stares at his chest fondly for fighting for the sake of living, a magical moment where he appreciates the life around him— except when he tilts his head down, that there is a shake of his head and the furrowing of his brows in confusion; this wasn’t peace, this moment turned into a nightmare.
Since when did he let his chest grow hair? No, he would never allow that. He shaves!
Tadashi trots to a welcoming pond with its nutritious sounding ripples and rich blue of the sky. And with a surprisingly brave peek over the water, he is stunned at his reflection.
“Oh my gosh, am I … A DOG?!”
It should’ve been the way he walked or the fact that it was cream fur that he spotted on his chest that gave it away, but no, it had to be the non-sentient body of water that broke it down to him. The body of water that illustrated him as a cream colored canine with a cap (Though, that gave him no comfort, just reinforcement that it is him in another form).
“NO, NO, NO- OH MY GOSH, WHAT?!”
Paws, all four, thrash and jump uncoordinated in the pond as if suddenly he had no control of his body. Huff, huff, huff. Instinctively, his body evolves to chase his curled tail and take one big bite of it, and all of the dramatics of earlier stop existing... Here he was, Tadashi Hamada of San Fransokyo, biting his cute, fluffy tail in distress, in a pond, in a place he couldn’t call by name. Suddenly, life grew larger, in a haunted and confusing way.
He does not know that he was right where he should be. Not in an afterlife, not necessarily reincarnated, but in a limbo between life and death, another challenge to overcome; it’s all part of life of course.
“... I’ve got to get out of here.”
Droplets drip from his fur, soaking the ground he steps on as he walks out of the pond and to a hilltop. Below, resided a guild. That’s where I have to go, I just know it.
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