#it just hit me idk if it’s legible

[redrobin-detective]

It’s 5:25 I’m barely awake but I saw a post talking about how Jack and Vlad are obsessed with each other. We know the reasoning on Vlads part but why Jack? I think it’s two fold: lack of adult friends and the Guilt™️

We see the Fentons are kind of a joke at best to the town and outright despised at worst. Jack and Maddie have each other but we never really see any other significant adult interactions for them. I know Danny and con are the series focus but grownups crave companionship too. When Vlad starts to slip back into his life I bet Jack is ecstatic and throws his whole Fussy (Fenton pussy) into the relationship because Jack loves with everything he has.

Also I’m pretty sure the guilt of what went down plays a role. They hadn’t spoken in 20 years before BR. Jack probably figured Vlad never wanted to see him again. When Vlad seemingly makes an attempt to reach out, Jack embraces the second chance to make up not only for the accident but 2 decades of silence.

[quinn-pop]

when the knight is meta idk

ill draw other characters…eventually

[happilychaengs]

sana - studying

a/n: my titles suck and maybe this fic does too idk 😭 it's been too long since i published something. but the bun with a pencil is like ??? i was so impressed when i saw someone do it

papers scattered across her desk, almost like a fresh 1000 piece puzzle waiting to be put together. she ruffles through the sea of papers set in front of her, groaning as her hair droops down, a few strands laying flat against her workspace. she tucks it behind her ear as she bites her lip, a habit she's always had when she's focused too hard.

her eyes waver as they scan through the walls of random text and formulas, even though they're barely legible, "do you ever-"

"hate math and everything related to it? yes, sana. you've asked me that 3 times already."

"have i?" she flips through more of her unorganized notes, "i swear this is the first time."

you smile to yourself at her antics as you stand behind her, your hands slightly working her shoulders. she lets an almost satisfied sound escape her lips as she lets her head tilt back, her eyes lidded slightly.

"take a break, sana. you've been at this for hours."

"i really wish i could but," she slings her head over her notes again, the bliss she felt from your attempts at uplifting her spirit being short-lived, "i'm still not ready for my exam tommorow.

you let out a long sigh as you place a light kiss at the top of her head, squeezing her shoulders one last time before sitting on the edge of her bed knowing you can't ever change her mind, "fine. but please don't overwork yourself."

she lets out a small mumble, probably telling you she'll be fine though it's not held in very high regard. the both of you know she won't if she continues this.

she pushes up her glasses, her messy bun barely held together by an extra pencil she somehow tied in as she tugged on it slightly. you rest your chin on your hand as you stared at her features, admiring how hardworking she was.

almost 15 minutes pass before sana's gaze lands back on you as she furrows her eyebrows, a few loose strands falling in front of her face as she blows them away, "is there something on my face?"

"no."

"then... why are you looking at me that way?" her face flushes, "you're making me nervous and i can't focus..."

"i can't admire my girlfriend? i'm just waiting for you to finish." you have a lazy smile as she sighs, pulling out the pencil in her hair and getting up from her chair. she looks at you with such a loving, though very tired look before walking towards you, your hands now out to hold her hips.

she leans into your warmth, her lips kissing the top of your head before her legs practically gave out. she basically tackles you onto the bed as she shifts around, taking a deep breath into the crook of your neck, breathing in your scent (technically hers because you're wearing her spare clothes).

you laugh as you kiss her forehead, your hands rubbing her back, "what about studying?"

you feel a slight tickle under your jaw as her breath hits it, a small pout on her lips, "i'm tired. i'll study in the morning. right now, i feel like putting all my attention on you instead."

[soombee]

ଳ⋆｡˚𖦹 caught in the current of you — 08 , there’s other fish in the sea!?

warnings ! love triangle? bipod? angle? Idk!! ; two people liking the same person basically :3

word count , 300<

leehan’s been restless all day—the situation from yesterday, the chemistry project, and how you haven’t talked to him like how u used to in weeks. the notifications from social media didn’t help—every time he saw his best friend’s name pop up under one of your posts, his jaw clenched a little tighter, he swears he could feel his teeth get loosening up, yikes..

his day was a blur. notes from chemistry were barely legible, his lunch sat untouched, and he hadn’t been able to sit still for more than five minutes

what did i do wrong? he wondered for the millionth time

by the time he finally caved and checked twitter, it was worse than he thought. the first thing on his timeline? a picture of you, commented by? taesan.

leehan’s jaw tightened instinctively, his thumb hovering over the notification before pressing it. the comment was simple—a playful joke that made you laugh, judging by your quick reply

what the hell was he even doing on her page?

“what’s up with you” woonhak’s voice broke through his thoughts as he dropped into the seat across from him in the library. “you’ve been restless all day.. let me guess… yn?”

he flinched, but he couldn’t deny it—not even if he wanted to.

“look,” he continued, leaning forward, “you can either keep sulking or actually talk to her,” woonhak smacked his head lightly, “she’s probably thinking you don’t even care at this point”

“what do you think i’ve been doing” leehan rubs the spot where his friend smacked

the other man rolled his eyes in frustration, “not like that dumbass.” he takes out his notes, “talk to her about your feelings”

“oh,” the blonde groaned, exhaling heavily “it’s not that easy bruh. what if…she doesn’t feel the same way? what if she was just messing w me?”

woonhak snorted, “you’re actually dumber than you look, just figure it out before someone else does”

the words hit harder than leehan wanted to admit. he didn’t need his friend to spell it out—he knew exactly who “someone else” was… how did he know either way?!

later that night, leehan sat in his room, guitar abandoned in the corner as he stared at your latest post again. it wasn’t the photo of you that got to him—it was the caption

of course taesan’s comment was there too..

leehan groaned, running a hand through his hair. his chest tightened with a mix of frustration and something he didn’t want to name. jealousy wasnt a good look on him but he couldn’t help it..

and as much as he hated it, woonhak was right. he had to figure this shit out even before taesan—or anyone else—beat him to it

time’s ticking, lover boy!

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[bloopitynoot]

Reading SVSSS: Chapter 15

For those who don't know, I am reading SVSSS for the first time and sharing my thoughts!

If you have not read it, there will be spoilers! Consider this a warning.

Also- if you want to follow along, I am aiming to post updates daily. You can find all the posts in the tag bloopitynoot reads SVSSS. You can also check out the intro post for context on my read.

It's chapter 15! Time to figure out what happened to SQQ in the latest cliff hangar.

Today no tea- but I did have a blackberry cider that was very tasty.

I also did impulse buy a baby's-first-fountain pen to get into my little writing flow and add to the ambiance of my note taking journey. So, pls ignore the worse-than-usual writing; I am learning to write with it.

let's goooooo!

Well, SQQ appears to be in a coffin? p29

fuck, i'm already smudging the ink with my new pen. The lefty curse of it all. IDK how much of this is going to be legible later. RIP

okay... but how long has he been in here? MXTX is describing everything as dusty as hell. p30 (resolved as I read further- not very long LOL)

and he has his original body! That's exciting! Who did it though?? p30

LOL SQQ has 0 chance with this "advanced level plot" p31. He is totally fucked for sure.

These 'blind corpses' sound like a walking horror show. I would be so scared omg. I don't know how far the animated series got- but if this is animated that would look cool as fuck. p32

okay! they're fueled by breath! that's really neat though! pp33-34 Scary, but cool.

I would die immediately in this situation. When the thing (blind corpses) that are already horrible and unbeatable are scared of something else -> absolutely no hope in surviving. p35

ah, it is our little snake-man. I had a suspicion this was related to him and Luo Binghe's dad. He probably took SQQ's corpse too and brought it here. p35

OMG LOL Luo Binghe's dad is awful, but also feels like a troll AND is serving dad jokes. Re: thinking back to when SQQ knocked on the coffin and he answered from inside LOOOL. p36

Listen. Can we just take a moment to appreciate the absolute DILF that is Luo Binghe's father? I am a whole lesbian but that character art cannot objectively argued as anything else. p37

and now SQQ is going on about Tianlang-jun having BDE (not those exact words but I mean when you say he's working that coffin like it's a Paris fashion week runway and Luo binghe - the man you are obsessed with- could NEVER, it says something.). p38

That fucking power move too! SQQ: seems you've waited a while to meet me, why don't you come out of there and do so. Tianlang-jun: *bats eyes* okay but only if you hold my hand and work for it p39

SQQ has this habit of getting kidnapped "for his own good" but no one ever tells him why it's good for him XD this entire situation is so annoying. Tianlang-jun did this all so that he could get him away from the sects he wanted to destroy. p43

OMG scratch that. He also wants to use him as bait to snatch his sons body as his own. p45.

aside: I'm going to have to organize these notes later- I'm not catching the nuance in the hand written notes LOL my brain is processing faster than my hand (you will notice that the last 2 points here do not match my hand written notes because they were a hot mess).

What an entrance Luo Binghe! p47

Yes SQQ! You rescue your man from his dad (RE: holding Zhuzhi lang hostage) p51

holy shit. Zhuzhi lang is WILD - he really was about to just die instead of be a hostage LOL p52 I want to know what his character motivation is. He's giving the same blind trust energy as The Core Melting Hand in MDZS. Both just so loyal to a fault/their own demise. Do we learn more? or is this it? (genuine question- don't tell me WHAT we learn, just yes/no if we learn more).

That was so smart to hit the anti-theft measures in the tomb p53

aaaaaaaand he snatched the wrong person on the escape. well, that's fantastic. p54

I am loving the traps in this mausoleum though! The face with the magma and then the various rooms. I want to know if this exists as a D&D dungeon crawl/anyone has made one, I think it would be so fun. p59

omg. I don't think that Luo Binghe realizes/knows that that was his own father and cousin. that's so terrible. Truly Luo Binghe was treated so fucking badly literally his entire life. His dad does not even give a shit. Honestly probably only had him for this situation - needing a new body. p61

:((((( Our boy, Luo Binghe is in a bad way rn. gah! so many cliff hangers. p63

MXTX Cliffhangar Lord

And now I have to wait until tomorrow to see if baby Luo Binghe makes it. I'm sure SQQ is going to do something about it but dang, he is not well.

[megamindsupremacy]

Mini Percabeth band kid AU cooked up by me (Mads) and @monachofworms (Worm), transcribed from discord for legibility :3333

Worm: Hot take I don’t think Percy would be on a swim team in college Worm: Percy was like. A burnout kid in highschool not a jock Worm: Percy is like in band something with physical activity but not a main sport

Cyan: Marching band. Combine the two

Mads: Percy is in drum line

Worm: like. Worm: idk

[brief digression where we try to remember if Percy was canonically on the swim team]

Worm: "The AHS Swim Team is the swim team for Alternative High School which Percy Jackson joined in his senior year."

Mads: sorry im attached to the band hc now tho Mads: Percy is drum line

Worm: Percy keeps breaking drum sticks by stabbing them into monsters

Mads: annabeth is a clarinet who becomes the drum major Mads: annabeth is really bad at taking care of her reeds Mads: apollo gives her magic reeds that never break or wear out Mads: She started out as a tuba and then got Lift Heavy Thing trauma and switched

Worm: OOF yeah

Mads: we're operating on the assumption that this is even a little bit possible bc to be in band in high school you need to have been in band since like 5th grade

Worm: the color guard coach keeps trying to poach annabeth bc she lifted percy in a firemen's carry once and the color guard coach had dreams of adding lifts to the show

Mads: YEAH Mads: she's intrigued but she has her heart set on becoming drum major one day and refuses to do anything to fuck up that possibility Mads: Then they poach percy Mads: they specifically block the performance so percy can switch between drum and throwing people in the air and back again. because he refuses to give up the drum but they Really Really Really want him on color guard

Worm:

Percy: hell yeah I'll wear a leotard Anabeth: Percy that's not the uniforms this year Percy: Do you think they'll let me spin saber, I already know how to fight with one Annabeth: Percy they just want you to lift a girl then go back to front ausamble Percy: I should get a saber, I have a real sword already

Mads: akjdfhdfjjklkjdjbfg Mads: percy isnt allowed to throw flags Mads: only rifles and sabres Mads: which are Technically not safer but somehow through the power of percy he keeps managing to hit people with flags and never the other two

Worm: Percy keeps getting wrapped up in his silk

Mads: AKJSDFHDF YEAH Mads: poor fuck

Worm: annabath percy band power couple

Mads: i have the very distinct image in my head of percy throwing a rifle in the air, annabeth catching it from up on the stand, and her throwing it back to him before going right back to conducting. then percy also catches the rifle and gives her this Look Of Delight before continuing the performance Mads: everyone is insanely jealous

Worm: AWWWE THATS SO CUTE

Mads: they're adorable

[fatherentropy]

Hello and welcome to over self indulgent, overly complicated and hamfisted storytelling somehow including the funniest way to implement deus ex machina, some venting and other cringe shit probably idk. All that I'm sure is super esoteric unless you've been here for awhile and I'm so sorry. Looking forward to the "I have no idea what's going on here" notes. Me neither, man.

Part of this was to imply Yorick is tied to Apocrypha like a Daedra and isn't exactly strictly man or mer anymore but uuuh he's largely still a WIP so y'know. Grains of salt.

excuse me as I don't tag every CVF here and inconsistencies. I'm not terribly far with any of them plus my computer doesn't like Skyrim, and I feel like I'd be annoying if I did tag this <:3c

(also tbc, Laury doesn't have an accent. He just mumbles and doesn't hit those hard notes sometimes and should probably have more letters missing but I wanted him to be uuuh somewhat understandable.)

sorry about the uh font. Think some of these pages are only legible if you open image in new tab;;

[abrillustrated]

ok so like i can't figure out why mizu was so disturbed by kinuyo's death... even tho it should be so obvious to me i just can't put it into words ?? it was so sad. i thought at first maybe it's bc she's acting as the protector she wish she'd had as a woman (aside from swordfather) but idk if that makes sense in my head. like. idk. it was just v quick and gentle but rly damn sad tbh and she was shaken from that point

(im going to use they/them pronouns for mizu not for any hc reason, its just for legibility. i just woke up so my train of thought is. there. itll be easier to read if there aren't 5 different she's that im referring to)

i think that what you're talking about is apart of it definitely, because i think that mizu associates womanhood with safety. it's something that they themself are not allowed to have because danger follows them regardless of where they go. this is also why i think mizu lets akemi be taken by her father's men, specifically emphasizing that being a wife to the emperor is a good life. which is a weird choice, but one that makes sense for mizu because they would be thinking about their own experience as a wife. mizu's happiest days were when she was married to mikio (less bc of the marriage and more bc they weren't constantly thinking about revenge but mizu hasn't made that connection). to mizu, being a woman is a life that they aren't allowed to have, as repeated throughout their childhood, because hunters will always come. their identities can't coexist, they can't be a woman and mixed race.

when mizu kills mikio, it's not because they think he sold them out to the hunters or because he killed their mom. mizu kills him because he stands in the way of their revenge. this is their justification for everyone they kill. the moment anyone gets in the way, everything that mizu unleashes on them is justified. when mikio and mizu's mother are fighting behind them, mizu realizes that they have let themself be distracted from their quest. revenge will always come looking for them, and the hunters were their wake up call. so after this, mizu is completely focused on their mission, represented by mikio literally being out of focus on screen. when he dies, he is just another blameless person standing in the way of mizu's revenge.

there are two things that i think make kinuyo's death worse for mizu. the first is that kinuyo had struggled and been abused all throughout her childhood, and when she had finally found safety, it was ripped away. the circumstances are different but im sure this hits home for mizu. kinuyo's story, albeit for different reasons, mirrors mizu's own tragedy. mizu sees themself in kinuyo, which is obviously hard to reconcile. the second reason is that kinuyo is a side quest. she's not another character standing in mizu's way, nameless and blameless. mizu can't justify killing kinuyo the same way they do everyone else.

[roscoe-me-and-this-fuckin-kid]

question. should i read throam.

i'll refer you back to this ask i got two years ago and leave the link to throam here for you to decide for yourself 🤷‍♀️

added caveats:

i'm a fucking bi teenager born in the early 2000s and i do NOT get to determine if the fic has a "realistic enough" depiction of homophobia in the 70s lol i dont know why i thought id be an authority on that

plus i want to emphasize STRONGLY that the author puts in some truly fucking WACK ASS moments in here that will hit you like a fucking truck when you read them. some moments will give you whiplash from how out of pocket/fucked up/bizarre they are

ultimately though it's a very fun read

this next bit right here is gonna have throamies come for my throat BUT if you wanna try something a little unconventional tbh and miss a lot of the weird campy moments (i.e. get a more 'serious' reading experience) you could skip the first 2 volumes and start reading at volume 3. there might be some moments that would be confusing but like it would read pretty legibly. it would read more as a mystery novel which could be cool i think. you would experience the story moreso from the perspective of sisky and it would add a lotta intrigue idk i think it'd be a cool and unique experience

or you could always ignore me and read it the normal way lol. or just steer clear

[being-it]

chicago tags pt. 1

preamble:

walking around chicago is like going on a scavenger hunt, it's so freaking lush with tags! living here has made me all the more grateful for graffiti and to have gotten more into it this year, it feels like there's a hidden language (corny to say i kno) and clues everywhere for you to notice if you just pay attention. i feel like i'm almost creating a parasocial relationship with some of the tags i've seen around, especially "kool cig", because it feels like everywhere i go it's there with me- i wanna know who kool cig is and be their friend! they're hitting all the same spots as me! "wonder" is also one that i rly love and feels like has to be done by a gay faggot. some honorable mentions that i haven't documented enough of that are a couple rly prolific taggers are "loki" and "jamal". i gotta get more pics of those guys because they are EVERYWHERE especially loki. oh also i wanna say these are tags just from the neighborhoods of logan square/hermosa and west humboldt park/ukrainian village, so definitely not trying to claim that im sampling tags from the entire city of chicago ! ok now here's the post

"kool cig"

i rly love how playful kool cig feels with its wonky 'k' and 'g' lettering. it stands out everywhere & is a good reminder that legibility and consistency can make a rly good tag! it's style is simple but different. (also note that there is a "jamal" in the first pic and a "loki" in the fourth pic). i love kool cig!!!

"benon"

benon is all over, especially more by me in hermosa rather than deep in logan square. benon is a good example of how observing tags can feel like putting together a little puzzle sometimes! the first few benon i saw were just quick hand style tags where it was hard to tell if it was “bevon” or “benon”, but the more i saw around, and eventually seeing the bubble letters confirmed it, i felt confident it was benon. i also missed a sticker of theirs i saw too while biking! it’s cool that they do tags, throwies, and stickers//so comprehensive!

"wonder"

fucking gay...! ~wonder~ if its a lomelda reference. i love the angel and the lowkey :/ face built into the tag. u can also spot a "loki" in this photoset!

"peek" (my title)

i loveeee him!!! i saw another of him somewhere but couldn't snap a pic, one of my faves he's so cute!!!!! he kinda reminds me of kilroy was here #legacy

special mention- this guy:

i just think he's cute and kinda reminds me of matisse (i think the lettering is STG maybe? maybe swear to god? idk)

ok, that's it for part 1 since tumblr will only let me upload 30 photos at once! pt 2 coming soon!!

[zmediaoutlet]

abandoned(?) wip: the cult fic

Here's one that I really really really want to write because it was for a charity run and it is NOT the fault of the fic or the donator that I got hit with a depression meteor, nor indeed that somehow it was 'easier' to write a bunch of other fics instead of the charity fics that I still owe!! Ugh. The self is a real garbage pit sometimes. So hopefully let's call this one dormant and not abandoned, and so --

Big Idea: which isn't mine, bc charity fic as aforementioned, but -- Jared runs a cult and Jensen joins and there's lots of sexy sex. Pretty much. :) But because it's a cult fic, I really wanted to dive into that, which required plot [spits on floor], and it's really more now about like... lost youth getting wrapped up into a personality & lifestyle just for somewhere to belong. Like cult stories always go. It's an unusual fic for me in that I'd normally never do ageswap (even with J2 -- I prefer to keep them as is) and I don't actually have much interest in irl cults, but it's interesting as a stretch in that sense.

Why it was abandoned: because plot!!! Ugh. Plot is the worst, idk how people are like 'ooh I wanna get all involved in this murder mystery'. Yack. But if it's gonna have a plot it's got to work, and it also has to have a bunch of legible and interesting and not-quirky-stand-in characters -- like I want it to read like actual humans, not goofy nonsense a la the cult in Bad Times at the El Royale. So that requires some genuine thought and time put in and probably even a chart, and... #lazy writer noises. But I have some random scenes I think might be good already planned. Trouble would be if I could make Jared-the-cult-leader seem believable and not just like a doofy romance novel figure. My personal trouble with cults is that whenever someone's holding themselves up as a leader because of whatever mystical whatever I'm like, this motherfucker? Are y'all kidding? So I'll have to get over that instinct, lol.

Snippet:

"He renamed it when we came," Allie says, easy. She taps her thumb on the steering wheel, smiling. "He said Wildheart was more right, for what we were going to be." Jensen nods but he has no idea what that means. Whatever the name was before, the wild part at least is right. His grandpa had a farm, outside Dallas, and that was all neat rows, trimmed up hedges, smoothed-out roads with everything exactly in place. Jensen didn't mind it—driving it was easier, he thinks, as they're jolted by the Volkswagen rocking over yet another huge tree root—but it was… Well, it doesn't matter. He'll never see that farm again. He's about to ask another question when Allie turns, again, and the screen of oaks gives sudden way to—open air, a field. The sky opens up above them and Jensen leans forward, trying to see everything. They're on a dirt drive and there are—people, young, maybe his age or maybe Allie's, on the grounds on either side of the drive, working squared-off garden plots—tomatoes, in chickenwire cages. More that Jensen doesn't recognize as they roll past. A boy with red hair waves at the car and Allie waves back, grinning. "Good to be home," she says, to Jensen. Home, Jensen thinks, and chews his thumbnail, scanning the grounds. A medium-sized house, at the end of the lane, painted a faded yellow that needs redoing. On the west side of the house Allie pulls the Volkswagen up next to a purple Gremlin with messy handpainted yellow flowers on the rear hatch, a Cadillac with a rusted-out door and some kind of viney plant spilling out of the broken back window. "C'mon," Allie says, turning off the engine, so Jensen takes a deep breath and gets out of the car into the sunshine, holding his duffle up against his chest, looking around. No one's running up to bug them—the dozen people gardening are still gardening, down by the lane—and Allie flips her keys into her palm, comes around the hood of the car, touches his arm, soft. "Nothing be scared of, sweetie," she says, quiet even though it's just the two of them, and Jensen—believes her. He has to. He wouldn't have gotten into her car, otherwise.

[chesometer]

I’ve really enjoyed the boss design of Wallaru so far, with one exception.

I think Mr. Cane does a pretty terrible job of communicating what you are supposed to do from a game design standpoint. At first, I thought it was a boss where the gimmick was that using spells that hit the hostages below their 6000 armor auras results in immediate disqualification. Because of this, I used single target spells to kill Mr. Cane and his minion. His “careful now, mind the hostages” cheat dialogue seems to communicate this. However, Mr. Cane then proceeded to fully heal. I was completely baffled by this, because I was convinced I had played the fight completely correctly. After all, what kind of sense does it make for me to attempt to kill two hostages before the guy holding them hostage?

I then tried to target the hostages because there was basically no other option to try, but all my attacks just dealt 0 damage. There’s no cheat feedback or anything, your spells just don’t do anything unless you manage to meet a requirement that’s barely communicated to the player. I think a cheat message on this condition, basically saying “hey you need to hit harder to deal damage against these guys” would go a long way towards improving fight legibility. As is, I literally had no idea what to do until I consulted the wiki. From my perspective, attacking the boss just caused him to heal infinitely, and attacking the hostages was pointless because they were invincible.

After consulting the wiki, I also just don’t know that the hostage cheat worked properly for me? It seems like the fight wants you to hit through their armor, but not enough to kill them. However, because I am a death wizard who was using drains, my spells ignored the armor entirely. I hit one enemy enough to fully kill them, and I wasn’t punished the way the wiki says I should be? Idk. Just sorta strange all around, can’t say I’m a fan of pretty much anything about this one. I’ve loved the other boss fights though! Just finished the Dream Freddie fight and I thought that one was punishing but fair, and I had a good time workshopping strategy. I also loved the Morp fight, I was genuinely caught off guard when she ended my fight lmao

[byeler]

8, 31, and 54 !!

8. Favorite trope to write.

i answer with bedsharing every time bc it will NEVER miss so lemme think of a better answer. idk what to call it exactly but i love when characters kiss before they've admitted their feelings. the absolute height of tension and stupidity to be making out with someone and thinking "wow it sucks they don't actually like me :/" 10/10 hits every single time

31. Hardest character to write.

hmmm i tend to avoid writing some of the villains bc i do struggle with them a bit, especially bc we haven't seen all their motives so i'm not always sure where to go with them. i haven't done much with vecna for this reason

54. Any writing advice you want to share?

a lot of my writing tips tend to be organizational ones since i have adhd and my biggest struggles are all directly related to that but!!

-write it down as soon as you think it!! i will usually think of good lines for a scene i'm nowhere near ready to actually work on and if i don't write it then and there, i will forget it by the time i get to it. for long fics i sometimes have a separate document where i put random lines i think i'm gonna use later but don't have a place for yet

-highlight places to revisit!! i used to get SO hung up on certain words or phrases or just pieces that i didn't like but couldn't think of how to fix, but i didn't want to move forward bc i would forget to go back and fix it later. idk why it took me so long to figure out i can just highlight that section and keep writing. it's so easy for me to get distracted trying to find synonyms or researching like what color walls a character's bedroom has or whatever the fuck, and i'd waste so much time and end up down a youtube rabbit hole or some shit and completely lose my groove. i get mad when i think about how stupid i was not doing this before

-read dialogue out loud. i know everyone says this but just. do it. whisper shit to yourself in your bedroom like a dumbass. it absolutely helps you figure out phrasing and speech patterns and makes things sound so much more fluid and natural

-sometimes the best thing to do is just write a bunch of bullshit and go back and edit it into something legible. just getting words out is so helpful even if you know you're gonna change half of them in the long run

[sevlgi]

foreigner

requested: no

group: (g)i-dle

pairing: soojin x fem!reader

genre: fluff

contents: foreigner!soojin, airport meet-cute. [29/33]

warnings: none

synopsis: The last person you expect to meet at the airport is a cute foreigner girl.

a/n: uhh i rewrote this like 8 times idk why i still hate it.. for this piece, italicized dialogue is in english! anything else is in korean. ALSO this is not meant to mock foreigners in any way!! i just saw this on a drama and thought it’d be cute :)

word count: 1k

Soojin sort of resented her friends for leaving her hanging. 

Only sort of, though; she knew that Yuqi and Minnie had their own lives and things to attend to in those lives. It was just a bit annoying that she had to visit America without either of her English-speaking friends, only armed with a mediocre translating app and any remaining foreign language skills left behind from school.

The airport in Korea was a breeze, but Soojin was worried out of her mind for the entire flight. It wasn’t as simple as just getting to the airport and convincing a taxi driver to take her to her hotel, either- there were 2 different train stations and several taxi rides to get through before she could even arrive in the right city.

To sum it all up; the scariest thing of her life.

Still, she didn’t expect her first crisis to come just after getting off the plane. Panting and clutching her printed-out destinations in hand, Soojin raced through the lobby, suitcase shaking over the bumpy floor. 

The doors slid open for her, and she sped up to reach the shuttles in time, but she wasn’t quick enough to stop running before she crashed into someone else. “Oh-”

“I’m so sorry!” Her mind barely registered that she was being spoken to in English, Soojin’s eyes widening at the sight of a hand being extended to her. “Are you okay?”

"I... I am okay.” She accepted your hand to stand up, cheeks flushing when she was nearly face-to-face with you and your gorgeous smile. “So sorry for... for hitting you.”

You shrugged, picking her suitcase up for her. “No, it’s fine! It’s really my fault. Where are you headed?”

Soojin’s frown seemed to be enough to cue to you that she didn’t understand you at the speed you were speaking, realization dawning on your face. “I’m going a little fast, right? Where are you going?”

She extended the paper in her hand lamely, hoping that the half-legible notes amidst the Korean on it were enough for you to decipher as she couldn’t pronounce the name of the town. “Ah! Are you Korean?” you suddenly asked, turning to her.

“Yes,” she tested out, smiling when you seemed to understand. “Do you speak it?”

“Not much,” you laughed in response, handing the paper back and starting to walk out towards where the buses were parked. “But I can usually understand it, if you speak slowly. Let’s go together, we’re on the same bus.”

“Ah, really? That’s great,” Soojin grinned, following you to the shuttle. “I’m Soojin, by the way.”

Turning back as your ticket was scanned, you replied, “Y/N. Are you on a trip alone in America?”

The brunette shrugged as her own ticket was scanned, scanning the interior of the bus for seats. “Yeah. I was supposed to come with my friends who speak English, but they were delayed at the last minute. Are you headed to the same train station too?”

“I’m actually going the same route as you to the same town,” you answered, raising an eyebrow with a matching quirk of your lip. Your Korean was a little bit haltering and spoken in fragments, but it was easily understandable to the other girl. “Coincidence or fate?”

Soojin even surprised herself by reaching out to swat your arm lightly. Your knee brushed up against hers as you sat opposite of her. “Aish, Y/N. So greasy, I can see that you’re American.”

“Not all Americans are as pretty as me, though,” you pouted, reaching up to cup your face. The brunette couldn’t help the shy smile on her face, turning to the window as the bus started up and the driver shouted something. “So, Soojin, tell me about yourself. It’s going to be a long ride, and we might as well enjoy ourselves.”

Conversation flowed surprisingly easily considering the language gap; both of you sometimes had to repeat yourselves for the other to understand, but Soojin found herself constantly smiling at the little jokes you made. Sometimes, you tried your best to speak in Korean, though it seemed to be enough just to understand each other.

With conversation, time flowed past, and the two of you got through all 2 train station transfers without incident. You were perfectly sweet, carrying her luggage and opening doors, walking ahead of her when you descended the stairs.

It was stupid how much Soojin enjoyed being with you.

When it came time for you to part ways on different taxis, she kept one leg outside the taxi to say her goodbyes. “So, Y/N, will we be seeing each other again?”

“Depends,” you smiled, rocking back and forth on the balls of your feet. “Are you free tomorrow?”

“Yuqi and Minnie arrive tomorrow,” the brunette explained, hitching her bag up higher on her shoulder. “But I can squeeze some time in before then, if you want.”

The grin that split across your face beamed like sunlight in the mostly cloudy day as you backed away from the taxi. “Great! I know where you live, so I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“Don’t say it like that, it’s creepy,” Soojin laughed, hand lingering on the door. “See you, Y/N.”

You stayed on the curb even as the car pulled away, fading into a tiny waving figure. Once she couldn’t see you anymore, Soojin pulled out her phone to respond to the messages her friends had sent.  

yuqi [4:51]   unnie how was your flight?

minnie [4:57]   R u alive??

soojin [5:08]   I’m alive, stop it

minnie [5:09]   ok good!

minnie [5:09]   did u make it through the trains okay?

yuqi [5:10]   sorry we couldn’t be with you!  

soojin [5:11]   I was fine, I found someone to help me :)

As her phone started vibrating faster with messages, Soojin smiled again, finding a new text from you too. 

Y/N [5:08]   see you tomorrow, foreigner girl 

Tomorrow, indeed. 

[the-incapable-hero]

So uh... I made these on a whim and I couldn't stop. This ended up being longer than I wanted it to be and I still have more ideas. I guess if you want more then let me know? Idk I've never done this before but if you want I could also try doing this for other characters? Maybe. Anyway, enjoy.

Ranboo general headcanons

He likes temperature extremes

Like he prefers it to be super hot or super cold

It keeps his mind in the moment and the cold gives him nostalgia while the hot reminds him of physical contact

That being said he's gotten super tolerant to extreme temperatures and is getting more and more used to it

Why else would he jump in lava so much and walk through his campfire while he lives with barely any walls in a tundra?

Dude is a master at baking and making sweet treats

Before he learned the trick with picking up and placing blocks, he would stress bake

Thanks to this his skill is insane

It's to the point where you could essentially give him an assortment of vaguely edible things and he'd probably be able to make something that tastes like it was made by a professional

Though this does mean that he ends up with a lot of extra sweets

He once made so many cookies that he had to ask the entire SMP twice over if they wanted some just to finish the batch

They appreciated it, but there were definitely some pastries left to expire on shelves and in chests

Techno and Phil get the brunt of it too

It's not like they don't appreciate it, but they've made it a tradition to include any animals that were able to eat Ranboo's treats without getting sick

Ranboo started making pumpkin cookies that dogs could eat because of this

Related to this: gifts and chores

He gives gifts like you would not believe and will do so many chores for Techno and Phil

Their house has never been cleaner

Interestingly enough, Ranboo only ever cleans Phil and Techno's house and never his own

The most he'll do is shovel snow out of the way so that he can actually enter his shack

Does he hit his head on doorways?

Yes

Constantly

There's legitimately a little collection of nicks in the wood of Techno and Phil's doorframe where Ranboo's crown would scuff the wood

Boy has no posture either

He slouches so much and can't bring himself to fix it

It's uncomfortable to him, but he's seen people give him looks when he stands at his full height so now it's a habit for him to be constantly curled in on himself

That being said, when he stands up straight, people are always surprised at least a little because man is a tree

He's surprisingly agile for his size and he uses this to his advantage when fighting mobs or in the rare case he'd actually fight someone

Though I did say agile and not strong

He's… not exactly heavy lifter

It's not like he's weak, he's just not as physically strong as the majority or the people on the server so it makes him look a lot less strong in comparison

He also has the best handwriting on the server

He can write super fast but it looks super nice and legible

He can also do a few styles of calligraphy so people ask him to make banners and stuff sometimes

When he looks people in the eye normally, he just gets really uncomfortable and it amplifies any negative emotion he's feeling

When he's in his "sleepwalk state", his stare is a lot worse

Instead of just affecting him, it affects both him and the person staring at him

They're both frozen, similar to being frozen by fear until one of them can gather enough willpower to look away which can take anywhere from a few seconds to a handful of minutes

He could potentially do this when he's not in his sleepwalk state, but his mind probably wouldn't allow him to neither remember nor stay out of his sleepwalk state so he'd probably just lose his consciousness

He can't teleport, but his footsteps are so quiet that at least a few people on the server think that he can and is just hiding it

He has a really high pain tolerance as well after getting stuck in a loop of him crying then the tears hurting him which causes him to cry more

Thanks to this as well as his temperature tolerance, he's freaked a few people out

He was with Phil at one point and they were going through the nether

Poor Ranboo got shot at by a ghast and while he wasn't hit directly, the fire charge grazed him

Cue his suit being caught on fire and some very ugly looking burns

He didn't say anything about the burns and barely flinched at the fire do Phil didn't even notice at first

Until they got out of the nether of course

"Uh, Ranboo?"

"Yeah?"

"Are you on fire?"

Ranboo: *looks down at arm*

"Oh yeah, I almost forgot about that. Whoops."

Phil: *confused and protective noises as he drags Ranboo to a brewing stand for regen potions*

Another time he freaked Tubbo out because he got cut on something sharp and didn't even notice until Tubbo pointed out the blood that was staining his shirt

Now for the yikes question: does he have scars on his face from crying?

Sort of

There's no visible scars except for at the corners of his eyes and slightly below that place where the tears gather

The rest is actually not noticeable unless he's in a specific light or if you're actually touching his face

The scars are there and you can easily tell because there are rough streaks on his face, similar to callouses

[nicknellie]

300 followers, babyyy! Idk how this even happened lmao but thank you so much. I love this fandom and I love that I get to share it with so many amazing people. Reminder that you can come talk to me whenever - my asks are always open, as are my DMs. Anyway, here’s my 300 celebration! Missing scene, as usual. Seeing as it’s Christmas Eve you can consider this a gift if you want!

I Wish I Could Help Him

Flynn was a genius, Julie would stand by that forever. And her idea to write Luke a song to show him how much she cared was a great one, Julie could admit that was true too. The only issue was that it was a much better plan on paper than in practise.

It wasn’t that Julie didn’t want to write Luke a song - she loved writing songs, and writing one for the boy she was slowly falling for seemed like fun. And it wasn’t that she didn’t know how to write the song - after school had finished she had come straight home and gone down to the studio, sat at the grand piano with a notepad and pen in hand, ready. It was just that the right words wouldn’t come.

Because the question was this: How did one write about Luke Patterson?

And this was the answer: They didn’t, because it was a ridiculously difficult thing to do.

The problem was that there was simply too much of Luke to write about and even when it was narrowed down there weren’t words that could truly do him justice. His love of music couldn’t be crafted into lyrics; the way he loved his friends like they were his family couldn’t be transformed into a melody; his fierce loyalty and bravery and unwavering kindness had no rhythm; his hair, his smile, his whole self had no rhyme scheme to be put to. Luke was too himself to be confined to a three-minute tune.

It was ironic in a way. Luke, for whom music was everything, who poured a piece of his heart and soul into every note he played or sang, couldn’t be defined by the very thing that did in so many ways define him.

Then there was the other part that Julie wanted to write about. Their pain, an experience they shared. The loss of their mothers.

After her mother had passed away, Julie hadn’t given up on music immediately. For about a week afterwards, she had sat alone in her bedroom with blank manuscript paper in front of her, searching for words and a melody to help her say how she felt. The words hadn’t come then and they wouldn’t come now.

Loss was a difficult thing to describe. It was the lurch of the stomach when you thought there was another step on the staircase but there was nothing; it was reaching for something only to clutch air; it was remembering something just to realise you didn’t have a reason to remember it anymore. That feeling of wanting to talk to someone but not being able to was something so raw and untouchable that it hurt to think about, it made Julie’s head spin.

She had made a lot of progress in the past year. It was a slow and gradual process, but it was undoubtedly there. But the thing about grief is that it never truly leaves and it keeps some wounds open for a dreadfully long time. Maybe, Julie thought, despite all her progress she simply wasn’t ready to write about her mother directly just yet.

It was alright. These things take time.

But she didn’t want to give up on the song all together, she still wanted to do something for Luke. Part of her wished he were there with her, helping her write the song, but that would completely defeat the point. Words came to Luke like dogs to a whistle, and Julie had never envied him of that more.

What she needed was inspiration. And luckily, she happened to spot Luke’s songbook lying open on the couch.

She got up and moved over there, picking up the songbook and looking through it. Luke’s handwriting was hard to read at the best of times and he had a tendency to write lyrics quickly so they didn’t escape his mind, so a lot of the songs were barely legible. But there was one song near the middle of the book that he had clearly taken his time over because it was written in handwriting that was neat by Luke’s standards.

Unsaid Emily.

Julie hadn’t had the chance to read it completely before. She did then and broke. Luke had managed to capture that despair and desperation in his lyrics - of course he had, Julie didn’t need to be surprised, that was what he did. Every word dripped agony and regret and longing and Julie’s heart shattered.

It hit her like a bus. Maybe Luke didn’t need a song from her. Maybe he didn’t need a grand gesture or a romantic declaration. Maybe he didn’t need to know his pain was shared - hell, he probably knew that already.

Maybe all he needed was closure.

Julie thought for just a moment more and then tore the page from his book before she could think twice about it. Not looking back or hesitating, she left the studio, racking her brains to remember the way Alex and Reggie had taken her to the Pattersons’ house.

Luke didn’t need a song from her if he’d already written the perfect one himself. All he needed was for the right person to hear it, and Julie would do anything to make sure it happened.