#i keep starting and stopping myself from rambling about all the problems with this story

[couch-house]

wanted to play with how blaze would fit into stc, so I finally got around to watching a longplay of sonic rush. i hated it. the writing made me so mad. so here's a couple fleetway blaze doodles and a LOT of "here's how i would fix this story" doodles

[fuzybby]

Punishment

Gale x F!Reader

Synopsis: You haven't been doing the best in your classes, and Mr. Dekarios needs a better way to punish you.

CW: spanking, fingering(?), no penetrative sex, Gale is a Professor, student and teacher relationship! (not healthy in real life but this is fiction)

1.4k words, enjoy!

The sun peaking through the window is what woke me up from slumber. The bright rays felt warm against my face, and I instinctively tried to swat them away.

Fuck.

Another day of class. Not that the class is horrible, it's actually quite thrilling learning of the adventures from my Professor, the problem is how hot my Professor is.

Professor Dekarios. The man that he is. He keeps his hair in a half bun everyday. His beard is scruffy and I wonder what it would feel like against my neck, my chest, in between my thighs..

I can feel the wetness between my legs already. Another day where I go to class soaking wet for my teacher. The teacher.

If my friends had known I had the hots for him, they'd never let me live it down. Or, they'd agree to also wanting to fuck him, but I doubt that's the case. Many people don't actually enjoy Professor Dekarios's class, they say he rambles too much. The study of Arcana can be difficult at times, especially when the teacher is watching your every move with his sultry brown eyes..

Stop thinking!

I groan and finally get out of bed, rubbing the bridge of my nose with my pointer finger and thumb as I try to calm myself down. There's no need to work myself up before every class thinking of him.

I dress and eat, going about my morning routine as if I'm not insanely horny, before finally grabbing my books and making my way to The Study of Magic building on campus.

I find my regular seat, not right in front but not right in the middle of the rows. The closer to the front, the closer I am to the writing on the chalkboard so I can take notes. That part is real, I need to get better at focusing for class, because as of right now, my assignments I have been handing in are only getting average marks in return.

Class ticks on and on, and I study my Professor's movements methodically. His teaching robes are dark with stripes of red going down on his shoulders. They reach the floor, which leaves absolutely nothing to the imagination. He wore his glasses today, round lenses that don't sit on his nose well, making him constantly have to push the glasses up higher on his face. His hair is messy, small grey streaks sneak into his brown locks. He is so handsome.

At the end of class, when all is dismissed, I haven't taken any notes. All I've done is watch Professor Dekarios's hands as he swung them around, his lips as he spoke, his eyes as he went through the emotions of telling his story.

Everyone in the class packs up their books in their bags, chatting freely as they leave their seats to leave. I'm slower packing up, waiting for people to leave the row first before I start shoving my books into my own bag.

I look up to find Professor Dekarios's gaze on me, I can't tell the emotion in his eyes. He makes a ‘come here' motion with his finger, to which my heart rate spikes. Am I in trouble? I think to myself.

I finish packing quickly and make my way over to him and his desk, every other classmate now out of the room.

“We need to talk.” He says with a sigh, leaning against the front of his desk and crossing his arms.

“I have threatened suspension, called your parents, I have given you so much time and leeway for you to finish assignments, and yet you refuse to get your act together.” He continues, taking off his glasses and setting them down on his desk.

“I'm sorry, I-” I try to say, trying to come up with some sort of excuse that isn't ‘all I think about is you. you're the cause of my bad grades.’

“I am running out of appropriate punishments. At this point, I'll need to spank you like a child to get my point across.” He spits out. His face has contorted to anger.

I open my mouth to speak and nothing comes out, I'm at a loss for words. Spanking? Does he mean that? My face feels hot, and I try to forget the constant throbbing that comes from my clit.

“Maybe you should then.” Is what I say. I meet his eyes to convey my seriousness. “Spank me, I mean.”

He raises an eyebrow, his jaw clenched as he looks at me.

“Fine. Set your bag down, and bend over the desk.”

I stand frozen for a minute, realising that this is happening. He moves slightly to give me more room on the desk, his anger still evident.

I slowly set my bag down on the floor and stepped up to the desk, leaning over it slightly. Placing my hands to lay flat against the mahogany. I hear my Professor before I feel him, he stands behind me and quickly lands a sharp slap to my behind. I gasp and lean forwards more, my elbows now against the table.

The sting from his hand hit me hard, even though my clothes were still on, the roughness of his hands were evident.

“Mr. Dekarios!-” I gasp out, to which he replies “Call me Gale.”

“Gale” I breathe his name. It feels good against my tongue, comfortable.

He hits me again, on the other cheek this time. I crumble forwards again, my chest hitting the desk now as I'm fully bent over. My nails claw against the wood, and my breathing becomes ragged.

“Have you learnt your lesson yet?” Gale asks me, his hand comes to lay on my ass gently, hoping to bring some sort of comfort to the situation. He presses his crotch against me, and I can feel how hard he is. I whine out a quiet “yes” as I try to push myself against him.

The friction, for even just half a second, feels so good it makes me want to cry. I've wanted this for so long, I could probably cum from just the friction.

His hand on my ass moves to cup my cunt, bringing a whimper out of me. “Please” I beg, trying to move my hips against his hand.

“Can I take these off?” He asks, his other hand moving to snap the waistband of my trousers against my skin. I nod quickly, spewing more “please”s.

Gale takes them off quickly, only pushing them down to wrap around my ankles, his fingers coming back up to my uncovered folds. spreading them open with his thumbs, my slick already coating his digits.

“How long have you been wet for?” He breathes.

“All day.”

He groans. A gutteral sound that sends shivers down my spine as his fingers move again, this time to prod at my clit. Flicking it back and forth agonisingly slowly. His other hand moves to press against my lower back, keeping me grounded against the table.

A very gentle slap is sent to my cunt, the sound of flesh slapping against wetness filled the air for only a second. I whine again, biting my lip to stop the tears that threaten to spill. I have wanted him to touch me for so long, and how here he is, teasing me as I wriggle in his grasp.

He moves back to flick my clit again, this time harder and faster. Every once in a while circling it. My hips back on their own trying to get more pleasure, more friction from him.

It doesn't take long for me to scream out that I'm cumming. My body feels on fire as ecstasy courses through my veins. My legs shake from the pleasure as Gale tuts at me. My mouth opens in a silent scream as I try to control my emotions, tears have spilled from my eyes and landed onto the desk. Remnants of the filthy things we have done.

Gale removes his hand and pulls my pants back up, tapping my ass again gently.

I turn around on wobbly legs and try to move his robes up to get to him, but he grabs my wrists and stops me in my tracks. He smirks devilishly, his next words make my legs threaten to collapse even more than before.

“Only good girls who pay attention in class get my cock.”

Before long he's sending me on my way, not even a kiss on the lips goodbye. By the time I make it back to my dorm room I'm collapsing on the bed with a squeal. I will definitely be paying better attention now.

[taeloke]

Overanalyzing 4KOTA Chapter 142 instead of just waiting for more info (2/2)

Part 1

This is the part where I talk about King and no one else. Also, this is more ramble than analysis by the end, and I'm making myself not worry about length this time, so...you have been warned :) As for Mertyl, I'll definitely talk about him again over the next chapter, though I might not say as much as I did the first time.

Firstly, look at this face. Remember all those seasons ago, when everything was peaceful for like a single week? How sweet and thoughtful this little guy was, especially against his own personal wishes?

This is King--regardless of how he's like on the outside.

Elaine herself described him as someone who tries to act tough but is really a crybaby. He's someone who can't seem to stop wearing his heart on his sleeve. He always tries to hide his feelings to keep everyone else from worrying, but try as he might, anyone will see through his "tough act" if they're around him for long enough. Awakened or not, he's not King if he's not a highly emotional character like that. He's just a lot better at putting a cover over those feelings now. He's grown up for real.

If you read these last few 4KOTA chapters without remembering the original Seven Deadly Sins story, it only makes sense to look at him more like an ass of a father right now. There's a lot to his perspective that we just haven't gotten to witness yet, and one of the easiest conclusions to make from all of that unknown space is "King loves Nasiens more than the adopted son he raised." For crying out loud, he's giving an immensely scarce cure-all to a young man who introduced himself as a human without an explanation for why Myrtel hasn't received it yet. We don't even know for sure if he's tried using the Drug of Yore to treat Myrtel's condition in the past right now.

There's just one problem about that conclusion: King isn't like that at all. It only looks like he is because this family drama is fatally poisoned with tension and misunderstandings at this point. It's starting to explode.

Remember how way back in the series, King first thought Diane without her memories of him would be better off without him at all?

I think that's a lot similar to what he's thinking with Nasiens right now. If King didn't play a part in their present happiness, then what right does he have to want their love? He'd label that as too greedy or selfish in a way that he can't allow himself to be. He thinks he knows his place, and that place is somewhere forever distanced from his first-born kid.

But he can't just do nothing for Nasiens. Maybe just one totally subtle yet significant expression of love can slide, right? What could he, seemingly as nothing more than a ruler, possibly give to Nasiens to make him happy? Maybe if he gives Nasiens just one perfect gift, Harlequin will feel like he was good for his son at least once. He'll feel like he's finally atoned for losing Nasiens for too long and failing him as a father, and then he can let that "sin" go. Surely, Nasiens wouldn't be happy knowing the truth anyway. He'll be better off never learning about his true relations, since he's built his life without it already. Assuming that "logic" is what King's going through, a lot of his actions make sense to me.

And yet he still almost slipped up and spilled the beans.

Nice save, King, but if you gave Nasiens more time to think he would have realized what you really meant. Tioreh gave him time to realize she believed he's a fairy and his initial freeze then was the exact same.

None of this is easy for King. It isn't easy for any of them. In some ways, those past 2 years must have felt like forever to him. Precious time to have his first-born kid around that he'll never get back. And after 2 years of keeping distance...

"Sorry, I couldn't help but follow you."

"I just wanted to help you out, in any way I could."

King can't keep his distance anymore. His true feelings are starting to break free.

"Hee hee... Don't be shy, now. I just want to be of assistance."

Sure, King. Saying it like that totally doesn't make it sound like there's more to this, even with your confident/amused chuckle.

Of all the gifts he could give Nasiens, I'm sure King believed this was the one thing Nasiens couldn't refuse to accept from him. A powerful healing drug that he advertised as one-of-a-kind and a once-in-a-millennium opportunity. With it presented not only as that, but also as something that might bring Percival back, how could Nasiens reject such a gift? Right?

...And then Nasiens rejects the gift. Immediately, King gets so nervous that he breaks character.

He immediately started sweating too. King prepared everything up to this moment, and he has no excuse as Nasiens questions him and calls him out.

And Nasiens is right to call him out because of how this looks.

Nasiens, just like us, doesn't yet know what the truth here is. He's right to be suspicious and King needs to realize that plans in how the changeling duo is handled need to change right now. Ready or not--telling the truth is the only way to save what's actively starting to cave in.

But the sad thing is...I have a feeling that it's too late already.

Things are only going to get worse from here... I don't know how, and in a way that makes this feel more awful.

Sixtus should tell King that Mertyl saw him offer the Drug of Yore to Nasiens. There's no doubt in my mind that King will realize the problem once he has that information and try to do whatever he can to make things right. PLEASE don't make him too late again. At least give him a chance to talk to Mertyl before things fall apart if that's where all of this is headed.

[linkspooky]

Hi there, I was rereading your Maki Zenin fanfic (Tyler Durden and the Culling Game piece). I must say when I read it the first time reading it, the way you depict her mentality, emotion, and actions. It was so emotionally draining and at the same time cathartic as it reminded me of myself back then and now still (well minus mass murdering all lotta people). But also surprised me, cause I have never this depiction of her after Shibuya Incident. But over time as I look at your analysis on various characters and paid attention to her upbringing by rereading the manga chapters focused on her, I realized the way she behaves in the Culling Games after what happen to her throughout her life. She is kind of stable??? Regardless, even though she is already my all-time favorite character. Your depictions of her makes me love her character even more as I actually relate to her more and felt those similar feelings. But I'm glad she is alive and is doing ok near the end of the manga, so I wanna ask. What do you think about her character now since JJK is VERY close to its end? And how do you feel about where she is right now as of Chapter 269. Sorry for the long ramble, I might ask more lol.

Thank you so much for your ask! That reminds me I need to start updating my culling games fic again sometime soon. For anyone curious the ask is about THIS YUTAMAKI FIC HERE.

Maki's kind of a hard character to talk about because even though Maki is clearly one of my favorite characters to explore in fic, and I love to dive deep into her motivations and inner struggles in the fanfics I write every time I criticize her writing in canon a little bit her fans jump me.

So instead I'm going to share one recent Maki scene I really liked, and one little tweak I think would have made both Yuta and Maki's character endings perfect.

You're right, for a lifelong abuse victim who just murdered her family Maki seems oddly stable all throughout the culling games. I no longer think this is a Maki specific problem, but rather a Jujutsu Kaisen problem. Basically, post Shibuya most of the character conflicts in between characters are dropped so everyone can work seamlessly together as a part of one big team.

This is a storytelling choice on Gege's so he could eventually set up for the Shinjuku Showdown fight, it'd be impossible for everyone to keep jumping in and out of the fight if people kept stopping to argue and have interpersonal conflicts in the middle of it.

If your name wasn't Megumi or Yuji, then basically all your personal hangups, your self-reflection, all got dropped. Which now it kind of makes sense why the audience was yelling at Megumi for not being able to immediately get over his sister's death, like in comparison none of the other characters spend any time at all dwelling on personal issues because Gege needs them to move to the next fight.

I'm not complaining, I'm just saying this is how Gege chose to write his characters post Shibuya, most personal conflicts got dropped for story reasons.

However, there was one moment that made me really get on board with Maki's writing again, and it was a... you guessed it moment of personal conflict.

This moment where Yuta is bringing up the idea of body swapping with Gojo before the group, and Maki despite being firmly against it is unable to do or say anything substantive to stop Yuta.

It's the first time I've seen that yeah, Maki is still in fact reeling from the loss of Mai. It doesn't really show most of the time on the surface, but Maki's always been like that - like an island able to stand strong without the support of anyone else. It is her strength, and also her greatest weakness.

Remember, the last time someone she loved walked away from her and decided to sacrifice their body and autonomy so they could become a weapon for the greater good Maki wasn't able to say or do anything to convince Mai to stay with her and stay by her side too.

There's the parallel with Maki and Sukuna, that Sukuna chose to devour his own twin in the womb in order to survive and therefore gained a body perfect for sorcerery. When Mai died, Maki gained a body just like Toji's.

Maki carved everything away in order to become a true void, but unlike Sukuna she didn't do it by choice.

We know she wouldn't willingly sacrifice Mai. She begged Mai to stay. Yet, she kind of did choose to sacrifice Mai with every choice she made before that. Maki chose being a Jujutsu Sorcerer over Mai every single time, to the point where when it counted she couldn't do anything to convince Mai to stay.

Maki consumed her twin and became a monster like Sukuna, a true void. She didn't choose to do it per se, but every choice she made leading up to that point indicated to Mai that Maki would rather be strong on her own then weak together with Mai. That Maki is someone like Gojo, and like Sukuna meant to stand strong all alone. Maki is an island and that is her greatest strength and her greatest flaw.

As when it happens again and someone she loves is about to become a monster, she can't find the words to convince Yuta to stay with her on the beach instead of walking into the ocean the same way she couldn't find the words to stop Mai. After all, Maki is someone who chose to become a monster like Toji after losing everything else, what right does she have to stop Yuta from becoming a monster too?

How could she possibly stop him from walking the path she walked? I think it's telling to thde depths of her love that Maki who values being a sorcerer above everything else, would have rather had both Mai and Yuta stay human and stay with her, but also telling of her complete inability to express that love.

It's "You're too important to us" because the words "You're too important to me," doesn't occur to Maki in both cases with Yuta and Mai, because Maki is an island. She can keep going on even after Mai and Yuta are gone even if she doesn't want to.

So here is the one change I would make the Maki's endgame to make her and Yuta's character arcs perfect. I would just have Yuta not be able to come back from Gojo's body. Otherwise, Yuta being magically fixed after the fact makes that whole plot twist kind of inconsequential and as much as I love Yuta in Gojo's body it kind of just seems to exist for shock-value now considering how easily it was resolved.

Yuta not coming back would provide a consequence for Yuta defiling Gojo's body, and also in general give the perfect bittersweet ending to both him and Maki's arcs. They both chose to become monsters in the end to defeat Sukuna, and as a result Maki is standing alone at the strongest. It would also provide the perfect parallel to this scene with Geto and Gojo. You could even have Maki musing on how she was left behind again. There's a pretty big parallel to Maki and Gojo both being people who seemingly don't need anyone because they're so strong and self-sufficient and yet they crumble at the idea of the one person they've always been relying on walking away from them.

It would also parallel Megumi and Itadori as well, because the reason that itadori is eventually able to reach Megumi is specifically because unlike everyone else he refused to give up his humanity to defeat Sukuna.

You could have a really heartbreaking parallel of three generations of friendships broken apart by the Jujutsu World. Satosugu, and YutaMaki aren't able to reach each other and stay together, but finally by never giving up on reaching out towards one another Megumi and Itadori are both able to find each other again after the world and Sukuna pulled them apart.

I do enjoy this scene a lot - especially the parts where Maki seems borderline arrogant by insisting she could have done things all on her own and if they went with her plan instead of Yuta's then they would have suffered far less losses. Especially since Maki's not genuinely trying to chew Yuta out here, she just knows no other way to express her worry over him besides being hyper aggressive and confrontational.

It still shows that Maki's personality problems are all still there, she loves people a lot but she loves people from afar and can't admit to needing them but like I'm just saying we could have had THE UTLIMATE DOOMED LOVERS ending for YutaMaki.

[simpfordemetri]

Don’t let me loose you -Stefan!Romanian Coven

↻ & ♥︎ please

Warnings : Some ANGST

Request by Anon: Hello queen, I had an idea a while ago but I don't know if it makes much sense. I love the Romanian coven, especially Stefan but unfortunately there isn't a lot of content for him. I would like some ANGST with fluff ending, he finds his mate, female human reader, while they meet they have a big disagreement causing the reader to leave the house and run to the forest, right after a strong storm starts and she is alone hovering in danger.Thanks beautiful,love your writing <333

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Being aware of vampires wasn’t something you truly wanted.Not at all.

You have found yourself into big problems so many times,with those who make themselves called The Volturi. It wasn’t fun.

You aimed looked forward for a normal human life,because what else were you supposed to expect?Not these to be honest. Finish your career, having a job ,possibly a husband and luckily two kids.

But instead, what you have is a change date, a change date from human to vampire, destroying all your life expectations and dreams,making you wishing to not be this miserable.But was it worth it blaming Bella? Even if you do ,nothing will change ,and your maturity knows better.

But to add up,things are worst than ever, this child named Renesmee ,Bella’s daughter,made a mess in the vampire world. And now,your house ,well, The Cullen’s house is full of different vampires covens ,which you only seemed to know the Denali Coven, Cullen’s cousins.

Rumors have fly these last days.When the Romanian Coven,who used to called themselves The Dacian’s; arrived, Stefan took a particular liking in you, which only seemed to annoy him to no end.

To his attention,you weren’t bothered by the statement of you being his mate.He hasn’t confirmed it to you yet, but Jasper made it obvious in several occasions. But you didn’t care, and that only upsets him more. Do you really think he wants to be mated to a useless human? After centuries,millenniums of living ,do you really think he accepts the fact that he has a human pet as his second chance at love?

His rage was obvious ,not even Vladimir could keep up with him,leaving him alone and deciding to go inside even if he didn’t talk with anyone, just listening to the vampires rambling about different stories they lived through the years. Stefan was left alone, his body sat up on a tree like it was the easiest thing ever, head resting on the trunk and eyes closed,if its weren’t because he is a vampire sitting on a tree,you could swear he was sleeping.He needed space,not from the Coven’s,but from your scent,from the silly pull he feels towards you,the thought of you doesnt leave his mind and that was driving him direct to craziness.

The beats from your heart were suddenly heard by him,your steps loud while your shoes crashs the leaf below you ,you were incredibly noisy, humanly annoying.

Jumping down from the tree landing in front of you, you let out a scared scream ,your eyes wide open as you weren’t expecting him to be there and above all to scare you like that. Your heart pumping hard in your chest as your left hand moved to rest there in an intent of calming down.

Looking directly at you,Stefan let out a low but threatening growl ,teeths showing and his jaw clenched.You tooked four steps back before being stopped from taking more by his hand grabbing not so gently your forearm,his look not letting yours.

- You! -He growled and hissed at you -What do you think you are here for? You are just a pet to all of us, a stupid human whose life has no meaning! But you decided to be mated to me without being worthy of that! How selfish of you ,don’t you think so, Y/N?-

-As far as im concerned,i didn’t choose to be mated to you. Actually,let me correct myself,please. As far as i am concerned i didn’t choose to be surrounded by this shitty life!- Your words came out with venom as you tried your best not to stutter or break eye contact while defending yourself. However it was useless, none you could say or do, would scare him and it will just put you in danger .But …mates couldn’t hurt mates ,right?

-Ohhh!- A dark laugh scaped him as his red eyes covered you entirely, making you feel small as your shoulders clenched . - So you really think we are the ones who “destroyed” your dumb short human life? Because of course you had great humans dreams right? Let me guess uhmm - With those last words said, his finges travelled to the top of his head, closing his eyes and humming ,acting like if he were really thinking ,even though he already knew what he was going to say to you.

-Oh i finally got it! Sorry for the long wait ,my dear- “My dear” you could only heard venom in those words ,the same that were in his eyes which were now black . - Studying silly books that are not even right ,marrying and having childs? So unique, uhm? That was the dreams that were crashed for you? What a shame! Forgive us little pet! - He finished with a loud voice ,acting dramatic with his hand on his forehead, but the grin on his face was very noticeable as he wasn’t trying to hide it neither.

- Why are you doing this? - That was all you managed to say ,your voice low and shaky as you finally broke eye contact with him and teats covered your eyes threatening to fall down your cheeks.

-I do not want to love you! I’m not going to love you never even if you change into one of us! You are already negligible .- Getting closer to you he taked a fake sigh and prepared himself to talk once again - Why don’t you get your dumb self lost and make things easier for all of us ? You may even save the hybrid - With that, he was gone, and you were alone .

The tears finally falled down your cheeks ,your breath out of control as you really tried to keep yourself calm.

Without thinking, you started running without remembering where The Cullen’s house is ,so it didn’t take much for you to get completely lost in the wild forest .Looking franatically around in search of some hint of where you may be ,the leaves crashing down your shoes and the first drops of rain falling directly at your face .

Forks, of course it was going to rain ,it wasn’t a surprise but what it was was scary its how the night finally hunted the forest down and the lightning bolts were erupting on top of you , the loud sound of those making you dizzy . Everything was spinning around you ,your head pumping and your sight getting tired .

-Y/N? Have anyone seen Y/N? It’s raining pretty bad and she is not at the house . - Esme’s voice was worried ,looking around all the room to see if maybe you were sitting with any vampire there .

Stefan look frooze ,looking at Vladimir who seemed to guess something about the situation . And with that ,Stefan’s anxiety was feeling by Jasper ,and Jasper mind readed by Edward. But before anyone there could say anything , Stefan sprinted out of the room getting rapidly lost in the forest ,Vladimir following him from behind .

He was scared ,anxiety ripping him in two ,his vampires senses were not practical as he was so unfocused that he didn’t even know the spot he argued with you was .

-STEFAN! HERE! - Vladimir shouted to his coven mate even though he could have listened the lowest whisper.

Your body were curled up against a tree ,arms crossed against your chest and your wet hair all over your face ,you were shaking and even the human eye would have noticed it .

As they reached you Stefan noticed how you were unconscious and your heartbeat was very slow . Not wasting any time Stefan picked you up brydal style and hurried to the Cullen’s house without waiting for Vladimir ,all his attention focused on you as he supressed the scream full of pain in his throat.

What killed him it this was all his fault ,he left you there and moreover he told you to go loose yourself ,and now you were in such state as he holds you .

Carlisle was taking care of you ,cleaning any damage your body could have and checking everything in you to make sure you were fine .You were awake and have been for about an hour, your body and mind tired and your thought repeating how Alice told you Stefan found you and brought you here .

Your clothes were changed into comfy and dry ones ,a hot drink in your hands and the bed sheets covering almost all your body as you finally reposed at your room .

-How are you?- A grave voice with a thick accent sounded around the room as you looked surprised to the window that were now open and Stefan sitting there . -If you let me in then I can close up the window ,so the cold outside don’t get to you .-

-Now you worry about me ,Stefan- Your voice was serious and now you refused to look at him, your eyes focused on the cup of tea in your hands ,deciding to take a sip from it in an attempt of making yourself comfortable with the situation.

-I can’t loose you too- To be honest, you didn’t know what he was referring to “you too” ,but suddenly you remembered how he told you you were his “second chance at love” ,does that mean he had a mate who lost?

You didn’t know but the time to ask was not now ,so you decided to shrug it off.

-Well ,for someone who doesn’t want to loose me you fucked up pretty well- You said ,sarcasm noticeable in your voice.

-Language Y/N - His eyes playfully looked at you with an eyebrow raised . Without saying no more he walked towards you ,taking off the cup from your hands and then taking them to make you get off of bed and stand up .

-What on ..- Before you could finish your sentence ,he hugged you, his grip on you tight as his face hided in the crock of your neck inhaling your scent .

Moving to kiss your forehead and taking your hands in his ,foreheads now together as you noticed how he refused to open his eyes .

-Even if i told you horrendous things ,you are MY mate and we are determined to be together. Despite what i said you are not negligible or unlovable, I am scared of loving someone again and opening up while having a risk of loosing you . Don’t scare me again ,don’t let me loose you . Not you darling .I’m so deeply sorry Y/N, things will be better soon -

With that he embraced you in a tight hug again ,not letting you go anytime soon.

[ganondoodle]

sorry about that last rambling post, i didnt mean to sound like its worse than it may be, but i got no ... lense to view it through but my own, and the main reason i wrote it out anyway was bc i needed to get it out (even if posting it might be not the greatest idea) .. and bc it kinda showcases, i think, how my stories kinda write themselves, involuntarily in a way? its not like im not putting in any effort- but its like .. i cant STOP it always keeps going and even the dumbest idea stays in some form, its very hard to get everything in place bc theres so much going on all the while i am very slow at making anything, writing or drawing anything, especially anythign coherent is very hard bc not only do i get constantly distracted, i get distracted by my own thoughts suddendly skipping to a certain scene and me having to go throguh imagining in detail NO MATTER how many times i have done it before for the same scene that i already decided on how it goes, when theres a new idea it can take over my entire day bc i cant let go of it-

not trying to sound either like im the only that has that sort of problem, but i think its a big part as of why i start tso many projects without being able to finish them, or even start them bc i constantly have to fight my own thoughts from derailing into another daydream session, thinking of too much too fast than i can ever draw or even write about and not knowing what is worthwhile and what isnt (im telling you i have no idea what is good and what isnt, idk why but for all i know all things i do could be trash, or they all could be bad, maybe the one i thinnk is decent is actually worse than the things i deem not good enough and once i start to think no this isnt good enough i stop having fun making or thinking it bc im trying to do better

honestly its kind of impressive that i can get anything out at all, not to pat myself on the back there but even if i hate how long it takes me, considering how much im having to work just to start working on something at all, the fact that i could post stuff coherent enough for some people to understand AND LIKE is something i should be a little more proud of

[daydreamwhumpinc]

Some of my Whump Pet Peeves

Disclaimer: This is purely my opinion, if you like any of these things, please don't get offended :) (Also, sorry if this post is long, I like to write, and I hope that you find my ramblings entertaining)

Excessive blood from the mouth- Now, don't get me wrong- I love when a Whumpee coughs up blood. God, that is so satisfying in any media and you know that shit is about to hit the fan for real. The problem that I have, one that really breaks my immersion in the scene, is when the Whumpee spits so much blood that it looks like they are cosplaying as a fountain. At that point I just keep thinking of how kinda silly it looks, or how the actor feels (I mostly seen this in cdramas). Doesn't mean I will stop the scene, but it starts to feel borderline funny to me.

The ML or FL are the only one to get WHUMPED- In this case I usually referr to the shows (or any other media) that usually have some kind of identified ML or FL. There might be a group of characters that have a role in the story, but the viewer knows who is really the main character here. It's just really, really boring when one character becomes the whumpee and after a while I become desensitized to that character's plight. Add that to the fact that I primarily consume side character whump, this type of sitiuations just look like stale bread to me.

"No Consequence" Whump- Oh really, c'mon, that explosion left the Whumpee with absolutely nothing to show? Not even a little bruise? That's just disappointing :( :(

"They are Fine" Whump- I don't really need the most realistic portrayal of injuries and aftercare, but imagine trying to walk a day after you get stabbed or something. Girl, I can't even stand up properly after exercising, what do you mean that you are okay after getting shot?! It just robbs us, the Whump enjoyers, from delicious aftercare and potential complications. Shows us the infection from a wound, the wincing after the bandages pull at their scabs, the delirium after a particularly brutal fever, shows us the consequences!

Emotional Whump Only-Listen, emotions are messy and emotional whump can be satisfying. But, after having one character you like have emotional whump only for the past 6 seasons (yeah, I have a character like that and I'm still waiting for the golden epsiode where he at least gets a papercut or something) and I feel myself wilting at every missed opportunity. And they had a lot. Just give me a simple gunshot wound at this time, I don't know how much of unfinished whump fics I can handle to write.

Too Much Whump, Yes, You Heard Me, Too Much-I know, I know, I love whump with all my heart. It might be one of my greatest obsessions, but everything good have to be consumed in moderation. There have been some shows which just love to give some of their characters the worst fate imaginable, but that makes the whump so boring. Especially if it happens to the same character over and over again.......

[anamoon63]

From this moment on I go into busy mode again, but I didn't want to leave without wishing all my mutuals and all simblrs in general a very Happy New Year 2024 and dedicate some words I have been meaning to say to you but hadn't found the time or the appropriate way to do it.

I'll start by saying to all of you who had a hard time in 2023, those who went through depression, physical and/or mental health problems, family problems, marital problems, work problems, problems with your children, with your partners, with your parents or grandparents. To all those who in some way suffered or were hurt in the year that is ending -and assuming that all of us here, or most of us, are storytellers-, my advice is: don't stop writing, ever. Keep doing it through it all, through the good times as well as the bad; write even if the tears well up in your eyes and fall on the keyboard. Just write!

Writing heals, cures and consoles, because it is what we do and because there is no better way to get out all that we carry inside, be it sad or happy. I went through the long night of depression myself and I can say with all certainty that writing was what pulled me through, and that although it may not seem so, there is light at the end of the tunnel, and it's never as dark as when it's about to dawn. I suffered from depression since 2006 and for many years; around that time I started a novel that took me 14 years to write. Through all that time, I slowly healed, and by the time I finished, I was free of all the demons that drove me to write that particular story in the first place.

Okay, enough of me, I want to tell my mutuals, that I love what you write/create, and I really enjoy your work, be it stories or gameplay; and not only those who write, but also those who make custom content, mods, those who create any kind of art, those who take beautiful pictures, those who share memes or funny things about their pets. All of you, know that I read you every day and I take you with me everywhere I go, because you are so talented, creative, funny and interesting.

I don't always have the courage to comment on your posts, be it about sims or personal, for different reasons, mainly because of language barriers, because as you know, English is not my native language, and sometimes I don't have my translator at hand to confirm that what I am writing is correct, or if there is a spelling or grammar mistake or a typo in there; also because of my social awkwardness, as I am a rather shy and introverted person; and the fact that I'm an old simmer, cause believe me, compared to many of you I am old, and this makes me afraid of saying something out of place, out of time, or of being politically incorrect. This may sound silly, but I was born and raised in a time where people thought and acted very differently, even in my early years of sims on the internet, everything was way different than it is now. Well, those are the reasons why I don't always comment, but the fact is that I read you, I like what you do, what you write, I'm in love with your characters -who are already part of my sim-universe-; your stories capture my imagination, intrigue me, interest me, amuse me and, above all, teach me, because I've learned a lot from you, talented creatures, in the time I've been reading your work.

Anyway, I got off my chest what I've been wanting to tell you for days now. I also want to thank you for all your likes, comments, questions, messages, and in general for all the love I received from you this year, it's amazing. I never expected so much in just one year, really. So, thank you, both to those who have been following me for a long time, and have stayed with me and my chaotic stories, and to the new followers, Sims 3 and Sims 4, I thank you all.

Well, this was already very long, sorry for the rambling, lol, I wish each and every one of you a very Happy New Year, may all your dreams and plans become a beautiful reality in the year that begins, because, believe me, some dreams do come true, I had the joy of confirming it right at the end of this year.

That's all, a big hug and a very, very happy 2024 everyone! 🤗❤️🎇

[theoldaeroplane]

I inbox you the following: I must know what compels you about Link. I trust that he is Good and Excellent, but I simply yearn for an essay on what little niche trait makes you wanna fandom the fuck out of this little guy. 5-10 paragraphs of hyper fixated ramblings preferred, but not required.

ohhh starkid you've given me A GIFT. a GIFT.

So some background first, I think. I've always liked the Zelda games, in the way you play a mainstream game and are like "yeah that was good!" I played Ocarina of Time and Windwaker as a kid. I played Breath of the Wild when it first came out and had a fun time with it. Yeah. Good games! Fun mechanics. Characters seem a little flat, but they aren't why I'm here. What was the story again? Oh, right---yeah, they gave Zelda an actual personality that doesn't start and end with "princess" in the new one! She's a scientist! How neat.

Then Tears of the Kingdom comes out. I've just gotten a Steam Deck for my birthday and wow, turns out you can emulate TOTK already?? I try it out immediately. It's janky, but I love messing with emulators, so I keep going. I certainly don't have the cash to buy TOTK properly.

And in TOTK, for me, it starts with Zelda. It starts with this young woman barely out of her teens being flung into a horrible, frightening situation, and being forced to make an absolutely terrifying choice. And it turns out if you start looking at her more closely, that choice only becomes more and more viscerally upsetting as you incorporate things about her from the previous game.

It got me invested, and I still adore Zelda. I could probably write just as long a deliberation about her. But we're talking about Link.

I read a little bit of BOTW fanfic back when it first came out. It was almost all Sidon/Link stuff, because I liked the ship for a number of reasons, and one evening after another night of mainlining TOTK I decide to go look and see if I can find some that I remembered being good. I did, and they were still mostly good! But there was one in particular, with one line in particular. "You're Always Almost There," by Polyhexian. (On mobile so no link, sorry!)

'One hundred years ago,’ Link signed, 'A Guardian shot me through the chest,’ he grimaced as if in pain from even mentioning it, 'I died with everyone else, and then someone else decided to bring me, and only me, back to life to fix everything, to save everyone. I have to stop the Calamity. I have to save Hyrule. I have to fix the world. I am not a real person. I am everyone’s unfinished business.’

I had read it before. When I read it this time I closed my browser, opened Typora, and started writing. It wasn't more than a random narrative sifting through half collected ideas, and I neither finished nor posted it, but it got me started. A few weeks later I started writing To Be Well, which among other things directly addresses the idea that Link does not think of himself as a "real person"---and that he isn't sure if he wants to.

As I've written him, I've found more and more about him and his setting that fascinates me. Part of this is certainly that Link is intentionally designed as a "placeholder" character (word of God is he was deliberately designed to be androgynous to make it easier for more people to project on him). At first I was really fascinated by his relationship with Zelda, and wanted to look at that through a queerplatonic lens. In doing that I found myself trying to work through some problems of my own, which it turns out is just how I write fanfiction I guess: projecting! Huzzah! I decided to lean into it, and wrote "You do not have to be good," which is a story that takes some liberties with the canon to explore the subject of toxic purity and the toll it takes. Also, the logistics of kissing someone with a beak.

What makes Link compelling to me is ... what do you do, when you aren't allowed to be a person? What do you do when you've been told all your life things are like this and this and this, and that you must behave thusly?  What if you learn it was never true? How do you go from "perfect" to "real"? What does it even mean, being a person? How do you start? Is it even worth it?

I feel like I'm only scratching the surface, haha. I also love Link for whatever the hell he's doing with gender, and I've been having an absolute blast writing him as predominantly communicating via sign language. I'm playing fast and loose with a lot of things that only get half-mentioned in canon, and having a good old time playing in the sandbox of Hyrule. They're huge games and there's a lot of space for me to set up shop!

[fivekrystalpetals]

@longagoitwastuesday (I think you and @jacksintention are the same person, your writing seems similar; jic I am tagging both of you)

ahfhghikl thank you so much for all your comments on my meandering rambling post! honestly I dunno how I got from point A to point B without losing track of what I was meaning to say in the first place lol but it all came together in the end so :D

I totally understand you not agreeing 100% with me (and you don't have to! as long as you are being nice to me about our difference in opinions, I don't have a problem!) and I am glad, despite this, you could enjoy the rest of it! If I have to take a wild guess, it must be about Jack where our views differ, and while I am very curious about your thoughts, i would like to hear them after i finish my lacie post bc i wanna write about her (and Jack) from my own first impressions of the story.

Part 2: Ah I understand being frustrated seeing the fandom jumping from one opinion to another with every chapter update (that's the problem with a serially updating manga, with tons of plot twist) and i can't speak for myself what i might have done had i been reading this serially as well. reading this altogether helped me form a more solid opinion about overall events happening in the series. Although I have to confess while reading Past Arc, I saw Oswald more as a victim of circumstances (as in, I sympathized with his depressed state at the time and I solely blamed Jack for taking advantage of his friend like that) but later reading on into the last Arc, I started to hold him responsible for a major part in the Tragedy as well as I explained in that essay.

Part 3 +

hmm, it's interesting to me that you feel that way from my writing. I won't say I like him (um, no, I don't think I like him as much as many other characters in the story. In fact, I like Lacie way way more than him) but yeah, I did pity him in the beginning when I thought he was struggling with last minute measures so the world won't come to an end bc of Jack's recklessness. I think the moment I started to.... dislike (i am so conflicted where exactly i stand on the love/hate scale for him) him was when he decided that killing Lacie was the only way to prevent the Tragedy of Sablier. That's just victim blaming at its finest. He already cast Lacie into the Abyss and killed her once. Now, he wants to drag her out out of it and kill her once again? for what? making one (1) friend in her whole life? please.

so yeah, I don't really think I like him, but I did try my best to keep my personal opinions out of this essay and keep it neutral (mostly) so maybe, that's the reason you feel like i like him.

Other than that, thank you for your words: "Even today, I'd say it's perhaps not super extended to find such a nuanced criticism of his character."

"suffering hero to Jack's villain" -> for me, this is not Oswald, but Oz. Oz (and even both Alices) is the ever suffering hero to Jack's villain. Oz never wanted to kill or hurt anybody; he agreed to become a chain for Jack for White Alice's sake. But then, he was forced to commit mass murders and even had to witness his dear Alice commit suicide right before his eyes. Like, it's all so, so, heartbreaking for a doll that got a spark of life and just wanted to do good for his two girls. Even later, when he was in Jack's body, he had to stand by and watch Jack hurt his friends until he, spurred on by Oscar's words, managed to take control of Jack's body. So, if you see Oswald and Jack, I hold his negligence partly responsible for the way Jack turned out. But Oz is a victim through and through.

Part 4: Yes, I agree with all of what you say here! Oswald had the power to end the cycle of trauma by stopping Lacie's execution (if you see Retrace 91/92, he even attacks one of the Juries there. He could have done that at his Succession Ceremony if the Jury tried to intervene in his decision or take away his title of Glen. Moreover, as I understand, there is only one Jury for one story and they are no big fighters or anything.) but in spite of having all the powers of the Abyss, he lacked the strong will to take a huge, game-changing decision and that turned out to be his undoing.

About Alice:

ahhh I am not sure if it is an artistic choice to give Oswald and Alice just enough interactions for us readers to realize that they had been on good terms once,, yet I find it super interesting that Alice has no other memories of him while she has tons of Jack. Like Jack taught her to dance, braid her hair, taught her to play the piano too (I think?) and I don't know whether that memory of Jack and Alice near Lacie's grave and listening to her music is real or manipulated, for Alice iirc was never let out of the castle. so where does that memory come from? Is it Alice's wish that she imagines to be real? On the other hand, White Alice and Glen seem to have had some small interactions after all, bc if you remember Break's teatime with her down in the Abyss, she does mention Glen telling her about chains and stuff and claims to hate him as well. again, with the context of Retrace 76/77, I don't know if I can trust those memories either because her own were already shredded and lost at the point.

And, I was not quite sure the reason she hated Glen anyway. Like, I have seen many different reasons floating around, from her knowing in some way that Glen cast her mother into the Abyss that the other Alice doesn't—to Glen not letting her talk to Jack (?) (uh, I am not sure what this exactly means, but I remember her saying the same to Break as well, I guess it's bc of her broken memories she remembers like that),, it's all very confusing—but.... I think your reason makes the most sense to me. Because, if Glen kept her caged in and didn't let her go out and that's the reason she hated him, then yeah, it makes a lot more sense, why Jack was easily able to sway her to his side with the promise of taking her to the Rose Gardens of Vessalius House.

But, on the whole, yes, I do believe Oswald dropped visiting Alices after Jack took charge of them. Because, artistic choice or not, in such a painful event as Alice witnessing her uncle getting beheaded right in front of her, she must fondly remember and regret all those other memories as well, right? but she still has flashbacks to just that one scene.... so take it as you will.

About Black Alice, it's sad if you think about it. She really loved her uncle, okay? yeah, she might be an idiot for being ok with remaining in a cage among other things, but i think of her as more of a lovable idiot. She loves everything and everyone around her without noticing faults in them. She is that impressionable and good-natured child. She even names her favorite doll after Oswald! In fact, (once again) it's Levi that realizes how Alice likes Oswald the best (and interesting how Levi does spend a lot of time with Alice up until his death in spite of her being a product of his experiments. he has his moments, i guess? lol. and idk if he ever told her that he was her dad. does Oswald know this? or, did he tell only Jack? I mean, like obviously after seeing Alice, Oswald must have realized Lacie had been pregnant when he cast her into the Abyss but does he know Levi is the dad? He might have assumed it's Jack or someone else? idk)

okay, I am rambling now but what I mean to say is Alice really did love her uncle. But Oswald was so drowned by his sorrow and regrets that he didn't open his eyes to what he could still protect, instead spent his days dwelling on what he couldn't. In the end, Alice took her own life.... and, in more than one way, Oswald failed Lacie all over once again. I know for sure, Lacie loved her kids bc she went all the way down into the Abyss to request 'her' to take care of them when they are born and hoped the plush dolls could be friends with them. So yeah. He just keeps hurting her again and again.

ahjfjshgj thank you so much!! about Lacie, I have tons to write about her but i think I hurt my hand a bit, so i am taking a little break from writing so both those essays will have to wait :(( i meant to write an analysis about Lacie separate and about Jack/Lacie (and both topics have soooo much to write idek where to start lol, but i will figure that out. rn, I must worry about my fingers more so yeah a break from fanfics and writing in general is necessary (cuz i can't avoid irl work anw :((( )

and actuaaaaally, I wanna write about Levi too. In spite of his few appearances in the story, I feel like I might have tons to write about him if I reread the series. Such as, he is the sole Plot Starter Flint for the Entire series: it's his experiment that led to the creation of the Will of the Abyss; the only standalone (sorta) arc—Head Hunter's Arc— happened bc of Humpty-Dumpty, the chain that was formed from Levi's body. He has the most fuck-around-and-have-fun energy of all characters, and yet, I think, I think, it might be controversial for this fandom, but I think he is deeper than what comes across. Especially, his expressions in the last few chapters did not.... seem of a person having fun with all this. although he did keep repeating that he was having fun and that's all that matters to him but.... unreliable narrator much? idk. i still hate to the core what he did to Lacie but i wanna know what made him so warped in the first place.

Finally, part 5:

Warning to anyone who likes Reim!!!! please, please, please don't proceed any further. You have been warned. If you read on, it's at your own risk!!! if you get upset by my views don't come @ me. If Reim is your favorite character, stop here, press the back button, leave this page.

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I have never written an analysis on Reim, but if you mean this post, then yeah i did rant about him. I didn't delete it, just took it off the main tag bc it was attracting Unnecessary Attention from the fandom.

(also please don't reblog the linked post, I didn't delete it but I don't want it to attract attention again)

My Opinions on him largely differs from the general Fandom Opinion from what I have seen. To put it simply, his character annoys me. Whatever I wrote in that post, I still stand by—two points as the tip of Iceberg Of My Opinions on him:

1] He didn't trust Break enough to reveal the nature of his Chain to him

2] I am sorry but I can never get behind his excuse for shooting a child as this:

He didn't even try to simply disarm/render her unconscious (like Break did for Zwei); no, he shot her. In the head. With full intent to kill. A child who was chatting merrily with him. A child who told him everything about the Baskervilles. A child who had wholeheartedly accepted him as her friend. In fact, the build up in the panels leading up to his shooting is… ominous, to say the least. Then he closes his eyes and tells himself that he is doing the Right Thing bc, ofc, he is The Good Guy. Nah, I can only see his selfishness here: he wanted to do something Useful for once, bc he is always called weak and useless. He wanted to go back to his people, inform them Baskervilles are here, but "oh, I took care of one of them all by myself." He (and the whole Pandora, for that matter) has this Black and White worldview: Baskervilles: Black: Bad and Pandora: White: Good. In spite of Lily telling him everything about herself, he still doesn't make the slightest attempt to change his view of them. At least, Break didn't have that kind of prejudice; he did "talk" to Lottie as he would to any other 'human enemy'—in the end, he even apologizes for being a jerk to her... and then goes on to being a jerk again lmao

Point no. 1 is..... I don't have words about how much I hate him for withholding such vital information. From Break. Break, of all people, who he knows is always looking out for him, thinks of him as his only friend, might engage in a fight for his sake etc. And then, says shit like this:

What. is. wrong. Xerx. what's. with. that. sad. face. While reading this chapter fresh, I uttered Shut Up at the same time as Break, you know. That's why I believe he was also, for once, really pissed off Reim didn't share something this important. Break would have died. Like D I E D if best boy Gil didn't arrive on the scene on time. Please. Why you look so sad. Go die in a ditch somewhere.

And, I loved Fang, okay? He might be a minor character and all, one that the fandom most likely doesn't care about but... I loved him, for all the small things that were shown to us, he was one of a kind of an honorable gentleman and a true warrior. He genuinely politely talks to his enemies—he even said he was honored to cross blades with a strong fighter like Break. He didn't want to use his chain bc he wanted to fight Break (who was using Mad Hatter anyway) one-on-one like.... what a strong warrior code! Fang died because of Reim, only and only because of him. Not only bc of all what I wrote here, but also—like what was Reim even trying to do by distracting Lily in the heat of the battle? trying to get her killed? Break was poised to kill her and she lets down her guard bc of Reim, that's why Fang couldn't even block his sword.

You know, what's sadder, Lily had no intention to kill him even if he shot her in the head with full intention to kill. See:

Yeah, the only reason he appeared 'dead' to Fang was bc he put himself in hibernation. Had Break known of this, he would have rushed to check on Reim's wounds first, instead of immediately giving him up for dead and jumping in to revenge him.

Eventually Break succumbed to his injuries from this very battle, because, you see:

Break has always passed out bc of his Chain (and he won't die from it) but he was unparalleled in his sword skills. Fang got an advantage on him bc of his underground attacks with his chain. This is the first time Break got injured. The first time Break got injured. With things moving so fast after this, his injury never heals properly; while in captivity, Vincent reopens that wound and finally, Break succumbs to it. I read a couple of meta about how time was never Break's ally that's why his time runs out,,, but I maintain he died bc someone he considered a friend didn't reciprocate his sentiment enough to trust him with vital information and that's what cost him his life in the end. and then, you wonder why he always wants to be a one-man army.

This is just the tip of Iceberg of My Opinions on him. Retrace 93 must be why he is so upheld as a beacon of diplomacy or something in this fandom but sorry to say, my views differ. I think people overlook Lottie's role there. Not everyone might agree with me, and might still credit Reim for doing something that Break already set in motion and Lottie brought to the finish line. All of his "bullet points" were nothing that couldn't have happened 40 chapters ago had he not blindly clung onto his prejudice. And, finally, happens in Retrace 93 with Reim and Lily becoming friends at the cost of one life on either side. Isn't it ironic that this 'friendship' that started off on the wrong foot thwarted the other that was actively pursued by both sides? the things that might have changed if Fang never died? Lottie might even have helped them in some way while Break, Sharon and Shirley were imprisoned. other than this, it might be bc I am already annoyed enough by him but I dislike his overall attitude toward Lily in this chapter. (annnnd if it is true, he proposed to Sharon within a year of Break's death..... well. idk if I can take it canon or it's just a non-canon sidenovel thingie buuut it rubs me in the wrong way for... reasons. or, maybe it's just me. i take those kind of things seriously)

Anyway, jic what you meant by Opinion on Reim was not this, and something in the lines of Good/Nice/Different/What a lovable character he is, isn't he? ^^

then let's just pretend you didn't read any of this and:

But in case, you wanna read more of My Opinions on him, I will have another 50-page rant ready lol; I can never possibly physically sit down and write a neutral unbiased analysis on him. No, I feel so strongly about him that I will always end up ranting. I might even attempt a neutral analysis on Levi, of all people, some day; can't on Reim. Sigh.

either way, i'd rather spend my time writing about characters i love than wasting my time thinking about those i don't. sooo, chances are I won't write anything more about him anyway; but yeah, to put it shortly, I don't have much of an opinion on him.

[crepuscularqueens]

restraining myself to just a few and feel free to only talk about one, buuuut can i hear about black sails time loop, marvel diner/college football au and/or galley in the morning pweeeaase

yes!!!!!!! of course you can thank you so much!!!! you know how much i love to ramble about my silly wips (a lot more than uh. actually working on them lmao)

so black sails time loop is basically silver realizes when he's taking flint to thomas in the end that not only has he done this all before over and over, but flint has realized/remembered as well (silver always starts to catch on at the very latest mid season three, this is the first time flint has "woken up", so to speak

"Why now?" Silver asked, his voice breaking, desperate, "Why are you saying this now, why have you remained silent every time? If this time you knew earlier-"

"How many times did you try to tell me when I could not see? How many times did you tell Madi?" Flint asked him in return, not quite a challenge.

In truth, there had been many rounds that he had attempted to enlighten them. We have been here before, we will be thrown right back here again. I cannot figure out how to stop it. I'm sorry. He can't stop it, and he isn't able to change his path, because he can only remember as far as they've come until he is able to convince Flint to come with him. Then the end lays itself so clearly before him.

"Every time we arrive at this point," he said in place of a direct reply, "I cannot seem to change that, try as I might. Do you know where I end? The cliff where you taught me. After I leave you, I go back to Madi, desperate to have her understand. She sends me away and I go there. When she finds me there, I never get to hear what she has to say. I'm sent back to our beginning, forced to slowly wake up to this reality, to slowly remember how it has all happened before."

John Silver closed his eyes, weary, let his head fall back against the wooden planks with a dull thud, "Every action I take I remember as I do it that I've done so a thousand times before and dread that I will a thousand times again. Just once I would like to hear what it is that she had found me to say."

There is a silence that follows and John does not open his eyes. He does not want to know how the other man is looking at him, whether it's with anger or with disgust or worst of all with pity.

"Whatever is doing this, when do you imagine it will be satisfied?" Flint asked him, not sounding as though he was expecting a real answer.

"Do you imagine it's a higher power we've found ourselves at the mercy of?"

"Why, what do you believe is the cause of this?"

"Maybe that's all there is. Maybe that's all we are, a story told over and over again, some cautionary tale or horrible tragedy. Forced to go through the same motions over and over again, only minute details ever changing. If all I've ever done is this, and all I am ever going to do is repeat it until the end of time, how is it that I could imagine there exists anything else?"

marvel diner/college football au is sam and steve on a college football team and also working at sam's family's diner, and bucky is steve's best friend with a terrible attitude that starts coming in during shifts that sam is working without steve and sitting in a corner booth and staring like a freak. for hours. and sam pretends to be bothered by it but obviously is starting to get a stupid crush. and then bucky starts showing up to their practices just to sit in the bleachers with nat and watch despite clearly knowing nothing ¬ caring about football. (problem with writing this is that's also my thoughts on football lmao)

“Did he bother you?”

“He just sits there and stares at me, Romanoff. He’ll only speak full sentences to Steve, I don’t know why he keeps coming in here when it’s not even Steve’s shift.”

“Maybe you need to try being a little friendlier?” she asked, “Have you tried talking to him?”

“No, I just thought I’d glare at him from behind the counter and he could glare at me from over there in his booth, and we could just quietly hate each other when Steve wasn’t looking,” Sam replied sarcastically.

Nat rolled her eyes and grabbed the milkshake off the counter, neatly sliding off her stool and walking over to the guy. Figures she would go over and make nice with the guy he was bitching about. She had zero loyalty.

“You mind if I sit with you?” he heard Natasha ask sweetly, heard the tone of Bucky's quiet affirmative reply then saw Nat slide happily into the seat opposite Bucky.

He couldn’t eavesdrop on them, a group of stoner frat boys came in and Sam was the only one on shift at the moment seeing as it was the slow part of the day, so he grabbed a bunch of menus and let them choose their booth. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust Natasha, it was just that he’d known her since high school and knew she could be a devious little thing, so therefore he didn’t trust Natasha. He had no clue what her motivations were for making nice with Bucky. He swept by the booth with Bucky and Nat, who were now deep in conversation while he let the other group decide what they wanted to order. Sam refilled Bucky’s coffee mug, and gave Natasha a stern look that he knew was only going to serve to egg her on.

“Can I get the two of you anything else?” he asked, keeping his tone polite to prove to Natasha he wasn’t the problem here.

“An order of fries would be great, thanks,” Natasha told him, smiling in her crooked little way.

He looked at Bucky, waiting for him to respond patiently.

“Yeah, fries sound fine.”

It was the most he’d heard Bucky say since the whole tuna melt incident

galley in the morning is a continuation of this ofmd fic, and tbh i might as well go and post it at this point bc i don't think it was going anywhere past what i did with it. its vaguely set in season 1 and basically, stede goes into the galley the rest of the crew is having breakfast and he asks roach to make him a pot of tea to bring back to his quarters. he didn’t sleep well bc ed had been making a habit of sleeping in the same bunk as stede but didn't the night before. he says this without thinking of the implications and the whole crew zeroes in on this extremely juicy piece of gossip.

"Sorry, were we all meant to be aware of-"

“So, just for clarity’s sake, it wasn’t a one off, then?” Lucius interrupted Frenchie, brow slightly furrowed but tone was his usual set of flippant-casual that he kept assuring them wasn’t sarcasm, “You and Blackbeard have made a habit of, uh, sleeping together?”

Stede’s mouth fell open, then snapped back shut, thinking on it for a moment, all too aware of the watchful sets of eyes on him, eager for an answer, “Well, if you put it like that, I suppose not.”

“Now, when you say… ‘sleeping together’…” Pete said, trailing off before he could elaborate on that unfinished thought.

Lucius put a hand on the man’s shoulder, shaking his head, and the simple act of casual intimacy opened within Stede this bottomless pit of want, of utterly consuming yearning, feeling like it could devour his very soul. Not jealousy to be in the place of either Lucius or Pete in that moment, but to simply be capable of that type of casual physical intimacy, of the depth behind it, knowing what the two of them have together.

[atomicarbiterglitter]

I cannot utter your name - Lily

Let me tell you the story of a random night,

When my tears and my dignity were viscously in fight,

I contemplated whether I wanted to scream and wreck everything,

But once I start I may never stop ever, the frequency of my pain breaking every single thing.

And I am well learned of the fact, that it might give you immense pleasure,

My agonizing almost unterminated screams, because you gave me no closure,

I call out your name, to return to me the lost part of my youth,

But how could I ever summon you, without blood in my mouth?

I knew everything, I had spoilers to the tragedy, believing my love would fix you,

You did love me, sometimes, and always did I love you,

I lay in my loving bed listening to Taylor Swift,

Keep going back to December,

And I realize you won't remember all my champagne problems ever.

I vacillated between walking away and breaking myself over you,

Trying to break through the cages (of warnings) and still got to you,

Wasted myself and all my potential, while you had people to satiate all I apparently lacked,

Carnal desires and coitus, fornication is all you needed,not love, and I kept tearing my body apart, and in life I slacked.

Now I read books of forbidden love and heartbreak, listen to music about the same,

My idol whose music was therapeutic and relatable, became epiphanies in your name,

You never were mine to lose, she sang, and you were never mine to lose as well,

I was ready to mould myself to your needs and aspirations, made your dreams mine, but my empathy went to hell.

In your legacy I have more hurt than fond memories to look back at,

Because the magnificence of our combusting, intense moments, every where we shared something at,

Were foreshadowed by the fact that I only served a purpose of a dummy,

And you the impeccable ventriloquist, in love's embrace, made me speak about you, and I lost my life and soul, you preserved me like a mummy.

Now I'm petrified of sensible and incredible people who want to love me for who I am,

Because being your manifestation merely made me forget who I am,

I kiss my cigarette butt like I'm kissing you for the first time,

And disgust myself by the promises you made,

Mendacious really, I don't even know what is left of mine.

This is why your name infuriates me, and neither I can or want to utter your name,

Thought it was bargaining and pain, then thought it's despication and anger which I got to tame,

But it's deeper, it's a bullet hole to the heart, it never stopped bleeding,

But you went around and created this antagonistic image of me, but my grief was seeding.

I am a loser and a snake, and you never hesitated to utter my name the moment you got disillusioned by me, or so you told,

But I couldn't utter your name to explicate the months of my youth I poured on you, just to get discarded while your pride increases manifolds,

I cannot utter your name, when someone asks what happened to us, because you were long gone,

I couldn't tell that you dropped my hand in front of your cult friends, I stopped existing for you, to you it mattered none.

I cannot utter your name, cause I moment I do so I cannot for the life of me stop rambling,

Regretting all the moments I filtered out the optimistic, and shut down the anguish and torment, I went gambling,

It's not money, it's my aspirations, my dreams I was about to let go, I was ready to beg, borrow and steal to sustain us,

And you promised growing old together, and now I'm growing into myself again, still can't untangle from the fuss.

While I write this, I let it all out, cause I won't utter your name anymore,

You shall again be a stranger to me forever and more,

I'd recognise you anywhere, and your laugh, and your melodious voice,

And reminisce the kisses of us, you embracing me like your life depends on it, talking about our future with my head on your chest, all the figments of the  joys,

But I never knew that I'd have to be your caregiver and do your people pleasing, and you played me like one of your toys.

I can't utter your name, because I remember how you did a malpractice over my agency,

The moment I uttered your name I'm in tears and rage in every inch of my body, with no decency,

You cut me off with a precision that would even make surgeons jealous,

But I don't need justifications or apologies, because although I believe you'll change and people will believe, at your core you stay viscous,

Maybe you never learnt what love is like, I'm glad I got you through the experience, but you ran off, you weren't ready for it,

So you kept using me, our souls were supposed to meet to teach me a lesson,

Thanks to you, I'm ready to learn it.

(The last time I'll utter your name is when I thank you in my prayers)

[kuwdora]

Hi hello! For the fic writer asks:

✿ did anything major change when you started writing Coin Operated Boy to when you finished?

☉ what do you do when you get stuck writing?

✄ what’s your editing process?

Oh, hi you! These are excellent asks. Somehow I knew you would ask about this story. :)

Okay. So! With Coin Operated Boy I didn’t really have anything major change. I did end up cutting or not writing a lot more detail about Jaskier’s friendship with Cory and more Oxenfurt culture. Mostly because Jaskier was too busy being a puppet and didn’t have time for anything else. I had a lot more detail about Cory and Jaskier and their college friends, and passing around the same $20 for over two decades. Oxenfurt insider jokes, some more throwaway details about The Horrors happening outside the walled garden of Oxenfurt since the story takes place about 4-6 months after Cintra falls.

Also originally after puppetskier had been attacked by a kitty, he was gonna run into a random artist who would help and drop him off at Shani’s. Then I realized it would be way cuter if he actually encountered Karsten again because!! Small child and puppetskier! Relationship already established.

Not a major change either but I originally had a coda I was gonna do but then didn’t. I got so tired by the time I reached the end of the story that I just needed to be done. It was gonna be from Cory’s POV where she’s at a pottery stall or kiln and Karsten returns with some of the hidden treasure he had found and that he wanted to pass on to Jaskier because Jaskier was his new friend. I was also trying to find a way to have Shani stop by while Cory and Karsten were together for that moment. This idea was actually a brilliant suggestion by Castillon02. Alas, being tired and feeling all kinds of squishy about playing with my OCs a little more…the coda did not come to fruition.

I also have a second coda/probably a second story idea. Where Jaskier is hanging out with Yen and makes a passing reference to that time he was turned into a puppet for several days. And something something, Jaskier wants to be fucked as a puppet, something something horny comedy size difference and Yen indulging him.

☉ what do you do when you get stuck writing?

I usually end up in somebody's DMs, usually @sassaffrassa trying to talk through my current problem. And cry a lot. I've been trying to do some short bursts of flashfic writing when I'm stuck editing just to reset my brain. Right now I wish I had better focus to be working on my vidding projects or my painting projects to step away from the writing medium. Slowly trying to get myself back into those things again just because I think it will help o have something else to work on.

But if I leave things too long without touching or thinking about it, then it's so much harder to get back into it. Even though I really, really want to finish it.

✄ what’s your editing process?

AS FOR EDITING, my god. It’s a... process. Going under a cut cause I ramble like the wordy gremlin I am.

I write and do my first round of editing in Scrivener. I usually write a scene and when I think I’m done, I go back and reread and start writing notes about things or highlighting passages I think about or want to revisit again. I outline after drafting a lot of the time. To see what actually happens and compare it to what I actually wanted to happen. Or thought was gonna happen. Cause I forget shit all the time while writing and sometimes can't see what I actually wrote unless I make bullet points. It's annoying.

I like Scrivener because I move a lot of scenes or whole sections around and I end up writing so many notes about different things that I end up with folders of stuff that doesn’t even make it into the story. Probably why it takes me for fucking ever to finish anything because I keep getting distracted with more ideas and details. But editing usually involves going back to my judicious use of brackets and filling in shit or figuring out what I was thinking. I jump around a lot in the editing stages because if I’m not feeling a certain section at the moment then I’m just not gonna get enough done.

Once I feel reasonably okay and like it’s readable, I pop the fic into gdocs for eventual betaing or cheer readers. I hate gdocs so much for anything longer than 4k because I can’t really see the scenes anymore. But it is helpful to be looking at the text on a different screen and I do appreciate that. I’ll continue to edit and make more specific line and paragraph highlights of things that are bothering me so I know what I’m gonna focus on when I come back later. Eventually I’ll reach a point of exhaustion and fling it at someone who’s willing to read it and pray that it makes sense. Usually in the case of my Leshkel stuff it doesn’t but that’s what another round of editing is usually for. When I’m mostly on the ball with my story I happily chew on beta comments and wrestle my paragraphs some more until I’m exhausted and never want to write again.

I recently started using the header feature in Gdocs so I can jump to my scene/chapter breaks a little easier now instead of scrolling through +15 pages and I think that will help my editing brain for this stage.

Anyway that was very long but!! Sort of how I roll.

fic ask meme

[glorifiedgpjfic]

Chapter 48

As Jo drove to work she began making a mental list of what she wanted to discuss in therapy, she felt although it was easier to plan what she wanted to cover in each session to avoid rambling and not making as much progress as she possibly could. When she’d first started seeing Dr Isles, she found that for the first few sessions, she would tend to info dump and jump from one topic to another, which, luckily Dr Isles could just about keep up with, it took Jo a while to even realise she did it - so she made a note to be sure to know what she wanted to talk about in each session so she could tick it off as she went. She began trying to figure out what she was actually feeling, it was challenging because she knew she felt annoyed, yet somehow she felt angry, not at Eddie but herself, for not standing up for herself and her job, she felt angry at Marc O’Leary for being a misogynistic prick, she was angry for his first victim who wasn’t believed. But the problem with this anger was that there was nowhere for her to direct it or channel it so last night she had aimed it directly at the one person who didn’t deserve it.

When Jo arrived at work she was eager to get to therapy, she needed to vent desperately. She made a beeline to the office where her therapist was waiting for her, she took a seat opposite Dr Isles,

“Good morning, Jo- How are you feeling today?” Jo couldn’t help but let out a quiet chuckle,

“Well…” Jo then went on to explain how she was feeling about not being in the field and how she wasn’t quite adjusting to the new role, she explained how she was unintentionally growing resentful towards Eddie which she knew was unfair, when she finally finished speaking her mouth was dry and she found herself gulping down a glass of water, Dr Isles pondered what Jo had told him for a few moments.

“I understand why your boyfriend doesn’t want you to be in the field, he obviously cares about you very deeply, I think you feel angry because you aren’t used to having someone looking out for you- since your grandparents died when you were young, you’ve grown up with a very small circle and now that's expanding and it scares you that someone cares about you. You’ve always been able to take risks with your job and do whatever you wanted, and now you feel that you’re losing control in your life, because for the first time ever you aren’t the only character in your story. And you don’t know how to let someone care for you.” There was a brief silence,

“I don’t know what I’m supposed to do, I don’t want to give up a big part of myself just so that Eddie sleeps at night. It’s like me asking him to stop singing just in case someone stalks him- it's unreasonable!”

“Why do you think it’s unreasonable?”

“Because I’m standing down because of a ‘what if’, this job is all I’ve ever done and I’m not dead yet. Why does this have to be the compromise?”

“I can’t answer that, only you and Eddie can.”

At potatohead Eddie was stewing, he seemed withdrawn which in the past wasn’t a good sign for the band, it was Jeff who broke the silence,

“What’s going on Ed?”

“I think I fucked up.” He went on to explain the situation and how Jo had spoken to him, he felt guilty but he thought it would be better to feel guilty than to have to plan Jo’s funeral. But then again he didn’t want to lose her again, he was so conflicted. The guys had very little input, the best they could offer their distressed friend was a place to vent without judgement, which he obviously needed.

Jo left her session with Dr Isles feeling confused, she needed to talk to Eddie and she needed to stop trying to avoid hurting his feelings they needed to talk frankly. On her way back to her desk she bumped into a very stressed Eleanor,

“I need your help,” Jo nodded and followed Eleanor to her desk, “it’s the Bonnie and Clyde case.” Jo felt her stomach drop, this case had been on her mind for weeks; the case had so many parallels to her parents and she knew that mentally she was not strong enough to even think about them. “We finally got them, it’s just-” Eleanor paused, “we can’t get a word out of them, they’ve lawyered up but we can’t find their latest victims.” Eleanor handed Jo a thick brown folder, “They’ve changed MO completely since you were on the case, hell, they’ve changed MO at least three times.”

“Is that what’s happening? Are they changing MO, or are they devolving?” Jo asked and Eleanor couldn’t answer, “So they’ve gone from burglary to murder and now they’ve abducted a couple?” Eleanor nodded, “what do we know about the couple they took?” Jo began flipping through the file looking for details about the couple but there wasn’t much, they seemed to be completely normal.

“We don’t have much about our Bonnie and Clyde, other than their names; Rose Hindley and Ian Knowles, we’ve got nothing on their history, it’s like they never existed.”

Jo was interested to find out whether the names they had were real, she couldn’t help but think of Myra Hindley and Ian Brady and the Moors murders. Were the names just coincidence? Or were they fake names chosen to pay homage to two of England’s most evil murderers? This thought made Jo nervous, why of all the duos would they name themselves after British killers? She pondered whether it seemed like something her parents would do, the truth was she didn’t know. She knew nothing about them, and truthfully she hoped they were dead. Eleanor led her to the interrogation room where Ian Knowles and his lawyer were having a hushed conversation, Joanne was relieved to see that Ian was no older than forty. Jo watched through the one-way mirror as he spoke to his lawyer gesturing frantically with his hands, his eyes were dark and Joanne was eager to speak to him; however, the lawyer was likely to make things difficult.

Before deciding who to speak to first Joanne went to observe Rose Hindley, she needed to try and figure out how their dynamic worked. In contrast to Ian, Rose sat ignoring her lawyer staring blankly at her reflection in the mirror, she was calm and collected; it quickly became apparent to Jo that she was the dominant one in their relationship. Now she just needed to figure out how to get her to talk, in previous cases, Jo had managed to manipulate the submissive one in the dynamic to turn on their partner and spill all the details of the case, she didn’t feel although this case would be quite so straight forward.

Eleanor and Joanne spent a few hours trying to decide how to approach the interrogation and before they knew it the day had flown by, they had decided to leave the pair’s interrogation until the morning. They had informed William of their plan for the morning and he had approved of it, offering to help should they need it.

“Today has been long.” Eleanor sighed as they gathered their belongings at their respective desks,

“You’re telling me, shall we go for a drink?” Jo had suggested and Eleanor had quickly agreed, so Jo had driven them to her apartment where she left her car and they had walked to the off ramp. Jo had noticed that there were no lights on in the apartment suggesting that Eddie wasn’t home yet, which she thought was strange unless he’d gone back to ‘Casa Cornell’ or was still at potatohead.

What was intended to be one drink quickly turned into several drinks and soon enough Eleanor was excusing herself to go home, she was quite the lightweight which surprised Jo. Not being ready to go home just yet Jo opted to stay for one more, which was a lie. She moved from the booth she and Eleanor had occupied to a stool by the bar, she felt out of place as she was still wearing her suit and everyone else was dressed much more casually. She stared blankly into her Amaretto and cranberry and thought about what she’d discussed in therapy earlier that day, she was desperate for a solution that wouldn’t ruin her relationship; but spending today with El and working on the interrogation made her miss being in the field even more. She missed how each case was a new puzzle and how she would be there for every stage, from the crime being reported to the suspects being arrested, sometimes she’d even be there in court to testify, she got to do it all. Whereas now, now she was stuck in a loop of; go to prison, speak to rapists and murderers, make notes, leave prison, repeat. And as much as she had found the research interesting it was monotonous, and she felt stir-crazy.

After a few more drinks she found herself feeling more chatty and upbeat, she struck up a conversation with the bartender and was laughing at a joke he’d told when she felt a tap on the shoulder, she spun around on her stool and was surprised to see Chris standing there with a concerned expression on his face,

“OMG! Cornell! What are you doing here? I am so happy to see you!” Jo jumped up from her stool and threw her arms around him some of her drink spilt down his back but he didn’t mention it, Jo quickly turned back to the bar and ordered a drink for her and Chris but before the bartender could start making the drinks Chris changed the order to two glasses of water, which Jo immediately began complaining about.

“Why don’t you go find us a booth? Somewhere we can talk,” Chris suggested with a reassuring smile, Jo nodded and bounded off in search of a booth. Chris soon joined her with their waters,

“Jo, what’s going on?” 

[wtdiscover]

How to Overcome Writer's Block: Using Character Journals to Explore Your Story

If you're like me, you've experienced writer's block. It can feel like a wall you can't seem to break through, no matter how hard you try. You might stare at a blank page for hours or write and rewrite the same sentence over and over again. Maybe, you're like me, and you leave the story for weeks, months, or maybe years before you go back to it to work things out. It's a creative rut, and you can feel defeated and hopeless. The struggles of writer's block are real, but there is a technique I use that can also help you work through this challenging time and come out with renewed inspiration about your story. Writer's block was something I faced when I first started writing. I was working on my first novel and hit a wall. I rewrote the beginning several times, but it always stalled around chapters 3 and 4. I was frustrated. I had done a character questionnaire on all my characters, but I soon realized I didn't know them. And that was key for me.

I'm not an outliner. I've tried it although it can give me ideas about how the story can go, I've never stuck to one. For me, it's best to start writing the story once I know the opening scene, the main characters, and the conflict. Everything else develops as I go. It's a style that works for me, but it also means writer's block has become too close of a friend.

To overcome writer's block, I had to stop and get to know my main characters, and one of my ways of doing this is through character journals, which is how the first story of Anyia was developed. Anyia is part of a bigger story, and I couldn't get a handle on who she was, so I started her character journal.

Now, most of my character journals are rambles. Most of it won't make it into the story, but what it does for me is open me up to be free with my writing while testing situations with my characters. It might start with the beginning of their day and mid-paragraph jump to a different day and problem. And I let myself ramble. Explore the character and the world. Find out what they see when they wake up, where they hide when they're scared, and why something bothers them. I put them in front of their nemesis and see how they react, especially when they're not ready to face them. By doing this, I get to know my characters and see their world, which helps me work through my writer's block. Here are some steps to work through writer's block using character journals:

Identify the characters in your story that you're having trouble writing about. Make a list of their names and any key details you've established in your story.

Write in the journal from the character's perspective. Think about their thoughts, feelings, and experiences. You can use prompts like "What did I do today?" or write a scene about where they hid when they were scared or didn't get something they wanted.

Don't worry about writing anything that's directly related to your story. This is a chance to explore your character and their world without the pressure of moving the plot forward.

Keep writing in the journal for as long as you need to. You might write a lot in one sitting or just a few sentences. The important thing is to keep showing up and writing consistently.

After a few days of writing in the journal, go back and review what you've written. Look for any insights or details that could be incorporated into your story.

Repeat the process with another character from your list. You might find that writing from a different perspective helps to unlock new ideas and move your story forward.

By using character journals, you're able to explore your characters in more depth and gain a better understanding of their motivations and perspectives. This can help to break through writer's block and generate new ideas for your story.

I hope this helps. :) 

[theoneandonlyduskstrike]

Ramblings Reuploaded #3

Sonic Vs the Concept of Entropy

Hello faithful followers. I think some of you might even read these! Time for another one in the losely defined series where I take my musing from dms and the like and make them into a more readable form for everyone.

Last "Episode" was my trans story for the trans day of visibility.

This time, sandwhiching the trans one between two layers of sonic, we're gonna be talking about that hedgehog today. I told myself i'd clear my backlog of things I was supposed to post today, so here we are. Be aware of obvious spoilers for the entire game and dlc, and with that in mind: Once again we start our story anew.

To begin we need to resummarize Sonic Frontier's overall plot. It's sorta important if we're going to view the plot right? This is from memory so some mistakes inbound (The original draft said you find tails on the first island. yikes.)

Sonic wakes up on a mysterious island after managing to escape some cyber space area. A voice in his head guides him onward. He has two goals: fight the Titans like the voice said to and help his friends You find Amy first locked in a strange prison which is not pleasant to the touch. She will not react. When you eventually free her some dark energy from it flies into sonic. This is known as cyber corruption.

So here's begins the gameplay loop: find your friend, free them, spend some time helping them work through their insecurities and problems, and then get the emeralds to fight each islands Titan By number three sonic is in some serious pain from so the corruption he took on but he refuses to stop. Eventually he's forced to as he attempts to climb these huge pillars under the guidance of the voice His friends sacrifice themselves (temporarily) to stabilize him so he can finish what needs done.

This is the story of frontiers. But it's not the whole story of frontier. There's a character we haven't mentioned. The island.

This place is in absolute ruins but the technology there is far superior to anything else in sonics world. Even eggman thinks it's well beyond him. So why aren't they here now? How did they go out? On the second island there's cannons. Was it a war?? Is there a second even more powerful group. Spoilers the answer is no but we'll get there. Speaking of egghead, he was also trapped in cyber space while investigating the island. He even created something using it. An advanced entity named sage. She's child like but seems to have the secrets to the island. She keeps warning eggman of some looming catastrophe. She's also hostile to sonic but never directly attacks him. She doesn't believe he's important until he starts to prove himself again and again during said gameplay loop With that we're at the point where we left off and this all starts to make sense. An entity we still doing know the name of attacked the ancients a long time ago. They managed to seal it in cyber space but it's trying to get out. The Titans were how they fought it, and how they sealed it away with both their souls and their lives. This was also the thing guiding sonic all along.

Sonic won't stand for this deception of course. A temporary truce, sage even tells them about the thing where they can stabilize sonic, and the group agrees to a plan. Get that last secret Titan and use it and super sonic to fight whatever it is the ancients put away.

Now we can talk about our decieptful true antagonist. We can talk about the end.

The end literally doesn't look like much. It's a big purple moon?? And if I had a nickel for every time the moon was a final boss… Well nevermind. The important thing here is it's dialogue. The sole reason this rant exists So. Here it is. I recommend listening to the whole thing. But I'll try to go over it in part. The writing is probably better then anything I've ever wrote. But it won't stay that way with any luck.

Here I must admit i'm cheating a little. The scientific theory of it which is a little complicated but basically systems form around chaos until they reach a stable point. Order from chaos. Check. a friend pointed out chaos is important in sonic, and they're right. "Chaos is power enriched by the heart" after all. This could be entropy stands in oposition of that, being a creation of order.

However the second version i've heard is the idea of a universal drift. As the universe spreads out forever, stars and planets get pushed further and further apart. This is also entropy, and more specifically what I had in mind. This also fits the infinite part and how it destroys things This was what the ancients couldn't fight without destroying themselves. A universal concept so far beyond us all. They gave those lives in an attempt to chain it

It is also the cause of cyber corruption and the reason sonics friends had to give themselves for him. Unity wins again and the past resembles the future. The message is clear: keep fighting no matter what

But the message wasn't complete. Sonic team wasn't done and we still need to talk about the alternate ending, and two pretty good songs

Don't be afraid, I will be with you.

I had wanted to wait until I played this expansion in case new information contradicted me. I formed this theory entirely based on the main ending. Thankfully It actually helped me make sense of some holes in my earlier logic.

The short of it is the come up with a separate plan. Sonics friends come out but take on some of his cyber corruption. They go search for the emeralds while sonic instead goes through grueling training. Climbing huge towers only to meet with the original pilots of each titan. They're kinda pissed and force sonic to prove his skill and dedication so they can make sure he will carry in the values they hold the dearest. Finally after a really difficult one sonic is ready to turn cyber corruption into power. This well be the edge he needs. The end re appears but there's no new dialogue from it so we don't need to talk about that. (disapointingly) Of note is everything goes better overall this time with everyone working and struggling together and I want to examine WHY. Time for the music. We're gonna look at the lyrics for", I'm here" which is associated with the 4th Titan, Supreme. A version of this also plays during the fight in this dlc, which is the end possessing Supreme and therefore manipulating them in a more dirrect way then with sonic.

I like this version better. The lyrics are the exact same. Go listen to the refrain version after you finish this read.

leave the life you knew before. See..a new world worth fighting for. Find the truth of who I'm meant to become. Another path, I must now walk on

This lines up with entropy in a strange way. If we're right and the planets are moving apart, things literally can't stay like they are forever. We'll have to adapt but that doesn't mean it's not going to be

I'm here Reaching far across these new frontiers With my life I fight this fear In my hands I hold the ones I love Walk forward through the cold dawn Always to new horizons(edited)

The cold dawn line is literally too on the nose for this theory but I think my theory is mostly my own rather then text so we'll move on

"With my life I fight this fear" and "in my hands I hold the ones I love" represents both sonics struggle and why he keeps going anyways. We're approaching something we've never seen before. But our love makes it worth it

And to finish my point for me

Once again we'll start our story anew.

Don't be afraid I will be with you.

So that's it. That's what we're meant to do. Entropy will come for us. We can fight against it, sacrifice a lot, and live on. Or we can adapt to it, use it the best we can, and live a new way yet unknown to us. But number one thing we'll need is the strength of each other

The ancients chose the first like sonic and crew did, but in the second ending another way was chosen and that's why things went better in this ending compared to the first (sage is implied to be dead in the original ending) But the second way will be much much harder. It's gonna be a struggle for everyone Following the second ending sonic is filled with a clarity of what he's meant to do now. And so we look at our second song "one way dream"

It could be considered to be a generic motivational song but given it's context I think it adds a lot to all this.

I'm just gonna leave you with the chorus. It says everything i need to.

Boost your spirit off the ground I'm a spark that won't go out We can go much higher now Gravity can't hold us down We're only at the begining of this one way dream.

What can I say? In the face of an existential threat this is how we ignite.