#its such a good story yall

[dicenote]

I made some art based on @palant1r's incredible fic, metempsychosis. Seriously, if you haven't read this, you should. This fic literally changed me- I don't wanna give away anything, but you absolutely ought to read it, especially if you are a fan of Matsuda and/or MatsuLight.

DISCUSSION QUESTIONS: (this is another thing I adore from the fic, it's such a smart idea and it adds so much to the story!)

Matsuda's position and clothes look a little strange. Why do you think the artist chose to depict him in this way?

What do you think is the significance behind the objects placed around Matsuda?

Please give at least a sentence-long answer to each question and respond to two of your classmates.

[oodlesodoodles]

[notebooks-and-laptops]

Me when the dragon age fandom decides to make drama over the tiniest part of the title change (literally just the word 'the'), rather than focusing on all the good news that's come out of this announcement and the kick ass new name

[joshuamj]

In Stars And Time? More like In Ace And Gender

+ some alts

[sometimesmaybespoof]

When she Half on my Life till I 2

[deerspherestudios]

Idk if anyone asked you this or not but how long did it take you to come up with the writing for mushroom oasis?

Sorry if you've already been asked this 😅

I think I have? Do you mean for the whole game or per update? Truth be told, I'm still writing for the full game hahaha! The storyline has changed so much over the course of development (trust me, for the better) that I can't say I regret taking my time with it.

I'd say one script would take me 2-3 months until I'm satisfied with it, and even then I'll still re-write interactions as I work on the assets and coding them into the game.

Extra rambles below:

It's only during working on MO does it open my eyes that ideas just come when you least expect it, and they just keep evolving until it gets better! You know how sometimes a movie feels badly written, like it was rushed? Yeah, early versions of MO felt like it was cobbled together by a five-year old staging a play. I cringe just thinking of an earlier version of Day 2 and Day 3, good grief.

Days 2 and 3 started out incredibly different, but now the writing's fully finalized for both and I'm happy with the direction I took with them! Now all I need are Day 3's assets, of which I'm actively working on any free time I get.

I have Days 4 and 5 as WIPs from the beginning, but they continue to change and get drafted multiple times already simply because the game evolved differently than I intended. The only thing I can promise is I'll do my best to make it a slow burn (or a fast burn depending on what you do for some endings but it might not end well 😳) I just hope players like what I have in store!

[deoidesign]

Btw just want to be clear that Time and Time Again is set to, and will if I don't pause, conclude in May 2025!

Webtoon didn't want to renew or give me any extra episodes so I'm trying to work with what I have. I'm sorry it's ending sooner than I'd like, it's been difficult to come to terms with and challenging to condense my plans.

You deserve a solid conclusion, and I've spent months writing to try and reach that. If there's anything you'd really like to see before it ends, do let me know in case I can (and want to) fit it in.

I'd rather not work with them again, and I hope I won't have to! But coming off of years being overworked and underpaid does not make that easy, to say the least...

I'm doing my best, and I hope you like what I have coming up.

[searchforahero]

FIRST MAIN DUKE APPEARANCE SINCE FEBRUARY 2024!!!!

DC Power: Rise of the Power Company (2025) #1

[conderkyl]

Been OBSESSED with the jayvik actor AU by reddsmess on insta so have some fluff that I made instead of sleeping

[raineandsky]

#114

The last thing the hero remembers is someone shoving them into a white van—and frankly, with a last memory like that, they’re expecting to wake up in a grimy jail, or maybe some weird torture basement.

What they aren’t expecting is to wake up in an actual bed, in an actual room. There’s actual windows, for god’s sake, and unbarred. They woke up ten minutes ago, and spent about six of those minutes revelling in how comfortable the bed is before realising they should at least try to get out.

They're in the midst of fiddling with the latch on the window—conveniently impossible to open, they notice—when the criminal behind this weird situation decides to make an appearance.

“Good to see you awake,” the villain says cheerfully, then, with a little more apprehension, “and on your feet.”

The hero at least has the courtesy to stop trying to break out. “What the hell do you want, [Villain]?”

The villain’s bright smile doesn’t move. They carefully shut the door behind them. “I don’t want anything. I’m doing you a favour.”

From the lavish bed and actual walking space in here, the hero can kind of see that. “I seriously doubt you are doing me a favour.”

“When was the last time you slept in a bed that comfortable?”

A long time ago. The hero can even barely remember. It feels like they’ve always been a hero. Always been a little uncomfortable. “Last night, thank you very much.”

The hum the villain gives that is so disbelieving it’s painful. “I don’t like the agency,” they say after a moment, “and as a result I didn’t like you. I just kind of… bunched you in with them.”

“Well, yeah.” The hero shuffles awkwardly. “Probably because I work for them.”

“But exactly! You know I hate the modern working world.” The villain smiles, like everything is obvious. It’s really not. “I saw you as an equal to the agency, but you’re not, are you? You’re under them.”

“I don’t like what you’re implying.”

The villain’s not done. “You’re on their whim. You’re not an ally to them, you’re a victim.”

There’s a long silence in which the hero tries valiantly to process what the villain just said. “I think you’re a little confused, [Villain], I’m not—”

“When did you last have any free time? Enjoy life? See friends? I bet the agency doesn’t let you have friends.”

“I have friends!”

“Yeah? Who?”

“There’s… heroes.”

“Hm.” The villain smirks. “Only allowed to hang out with people they approve of, then.”

The hero returns that with a scowl. “Look,” the villain continues gently, “you can do a lot better than the agency. You’re better than all of this.”

“I’m not becoming a criminal.”

“I’m not saying that.” The villain shifts their gaze to the window the hero was just trying to open. “I’m just suggesting… I don’t know. Go do something that actually puts some good out there.”

“And you’re telling me this, of all people.”

The villain laughs at that. The hero smiles too—it is weird to get a morality lesson from someone who notoriously doesn’t have any. “Hey, you do the good stuff and I’ll stick to the bad stuff. Only good if there’s bad and vice versa, right?”

The villain opens the door, clearly considering their point made. “You really think the agency’s that bad?” the hero blurts.

“I don’t think there’s anything worse.” The villain idly runs their hand over the grooves in the door handle for a moment. “You have a lot of potential, [Hero]. I think I’d like to see what it’s like to fight you in your prime rather than as the agency’s lapdog.”

The hero nods sagely. “This is for personal gain, then.”

“Of course it is!” The villain grins. It’s a lot more genuine than their usual victorious smirk. “Everything I do is for personal gain, you know that.”

The hero can’t help but smile gratefully as the villain shuts the door behind them. Maybe they can think on it. Maybe they can consider their options, here, in this lovely little room that's more than they’ve had in years.

If giving the hero a nice bed and a beautiful view is for personal gain, then the villain should be selfish more often.

[naggingatlas]

'thats not his role in the story!' hm i wonder what the point of it is then. hm i wonder what the dead pixel scene means. hm i wonder what wrong organ are trying to say with the context of 'awesome male friendship' and 'corporate hell where the only woman onboard is constantly under ridicule, abused or forcibly forgotten yet is the catalyst' if not this. hm i wonder how curly's physical agony being a direct parallel to anya's mental agony, stripped of voice, agency, just like her, and being forced to watch what happens while not doing jack shit, just like he used to, plays a part in this. i wonder what the moral of him being the final girl says about living with the consequences of your inaction, because of sentimentality, because of status, career and social. hm i wonder whatever the fuck this game was trying to say. hm i wonder what else is on this person's blog Oh Lord there's yaoi penice.

[loverofpiggies]

If you weren’t aware, replies are disabled on your posts

I just wanted to say I love the Simon comic and it’s very well-drawn

Ah HA!!! Got it!

I don't know how that happened, but I did some googling and it should be fixed! Please feel free to try and comment on stuff and see if it works now!

Also thank you very much for the kind words! I'm actually in the process of editing some future pages of the story. Originally it was going to be about 55 pages but...

then I got...

ideas.

Sorry in advance

[charrfie]

[frobby]

Nothing is stronger than the bond between a girl and a piece of media they brushed off 10 years ago that they now realized is the greatest thing ever made

[roppiepop]

i have not stopped thinking abt the dc pride 2023 announcement happy reunion kids!!

[silviakundera]

My fascination with Li Rong & Pei Wenxuan's original timeline continues... novel snippets

(good times)

Li Rong did remember Pei Wenxuan's youthfulness.

Although it had been many years, she still remembered the first time the two of them kissed, Pei Wenxuan's cautious and panic-stricken appearance.

At the beginning, it was just a light touch of lips to lips, only feeling a little soft, but nothing else, not as mysterious as the rumors.

Later on, it was reckless and clumsy, with a little more desire, but Li Rong didn't feel much pleasure either, just a couple, just married, coping.

But her coping fell into the eyes of Pei Wenxuan, who had always been a good student and had learned to do her make-up and eyebrows for her, and would not fail to do so.

It was a funny thing to think about, but he was not ashamed to ask, and it really gave him a way out.

He could do a dozen types of make-up for Li Rong.

He could also, with a single kiss, give Li Rong the ultimate pleasure on earth.

*

(a covenant)

Li Rong slowly calmed down at his words, such encounters were not new, she had experienced them countless times in her previous life, yet it had been many years since she had been tied together with Pei Wenxuan in such a way, living and dying together.

She could not help but look at Pei Wenxuan, sizing up the young man in his early twenties in front of her. Pei Wenxuan was leaning against the table, looking out of the window at the people coming and going, seemingly thinking about something, he noticed Li Rong's eyes and turned his head to look at Li Rong, seeing Li Rong gazing at him, he could not help but smile: "What is Your Highness looking at me for?"

"I just remembered," Li Rong smiled up, "it seems like the first time we did things like now."

"The first year we were married, we were quite close," Li Rong tapped her fan on her hand and turned her head to look out of the window with a bit of nostalgia, "but we were still young and ignorant of the affairs of the court, and we had never encountered such a big event."

"Later on, when things came up, you and I were already quarrelling a lot, and the only time I was touched by you was in prison. I thought at the time that you would abandon Chuan'er and I and defect to Concubine [Ruo]," Li Rong said and couldn't help but look over again, laughing, "Why didn't you run away then?"

Pei Wenxuan was silent, Li Rong didn't care much, and then added, "Later we couldn't say we were on good terms, defensive on one side and helpful on the other. It was never as cordial as it is now."

"What if I told you that I never wanted to give up on you?"

Li Rong looked up in surprise and saw Pei Wenxuan looking at her calmly, "The covenant you and I made in the last life, I never broke it."

So that year, when Li Chuan abolished the crown prince and Li Rong was imprisoned, he was in a high position and never thought of defecting to others.

Subconsciously, even though he had been arguing with Li Rong for years, he chose without hesitation to go to the prison in the first instant and watch that person make a promise to wait for him to return.

Li Rong couldn't speak, her eyelashes trembling slightly as Pei Wenxuan smiled, "We've been through so many trials, isn't it only right that you trust me in this life?"

*

(regrets)

"I remember once in the tenth year of Kangping, you and I went to the Ministry of Punishment together." Li Rong leaned against Pei Wenxuan and listened to him talk about the past, "you watched the execution of the prisoner, I saw your hands shaking, you hid your hands in your sleeves and curled them on the handrail so that no one would notice, you kept that position for all afternoon.

"I don't remember."

"Then you came out and threw up, Su Rongqing stood by your side and kept calming you down, bringing you tea and water."

Li Rong did not speak, she listened quietly, then she heard Pei Wenxuan say, "When I came back that day, I kept thinking that I should have pulled you, should have lit incense, should have talked to you, maybe you would have been much better."

"In my last life there were many things I didn't do well and didn't do."

Pei Wenxuan said, looking down at Li Rong: "In this life, if there is anything I didn't do well, Your Highness remember to talk to me."

Li Rong leaned in quietly and listened to his heartbeat. Pei Wenxuan was puzzled, "Your Highness?"

"Very well."

*

(a second chance)

Li Rong did not say anything, and Pei Wenxuan laughed lightly, "If that is the case, Your Highness must be blaming herself."

"You go out!"

"Guess so." Pei Wenxuan got happy, Li Rong squeezed her pen tighter and stared at him warningly, Pei Wenxuan laughed out loud and shook his head somewhat helplessly. "You," he said, he reached out his hand and took the person in his arms.

This was something she had never experienced before.

In her last life, when she was young with Pei Wenxuan, she was rarely involved in political affairs. Later on, the two of them also went their separate ways, and when it came to sad matters, it was good if this person did not mock. When was there such a gentle time.

Li Rong leaned against his chest and he did not say anything. After holding the person quietly for a moment, he said in a slow voice, "Your Highness is not happy, so talk to me about it."

"I don't want to talk about it."

"In my last life, when you were sick, I went to ask the doctor," Pei Wenxuan wrapped his arms around the person in his arms. Remembering the last days of his last life, he couldn't help but soften his tone, "The doctor said you were depressed and worried too much, in your last life you were a bored gourd, no one listened to you. Now I am here, can't you talk about it? Can't you still talk about it?"

Li Rong leaned against Pei Wenxuan, she closed her eyes for a long time before saying, "I thought you would have wanted me to die back then."

"I did think so when we were arguing," Pei Wenxuan laughed, "but when I thought about it, I felt a bit sad, thinking that you, an old demon, should live a long life."

When Li Rong heard this, she couldn't help but laugh out loud, and when Pei Wenxuan heard her laugh, he knew she was happy. He thought for a moment and bowed his head, "Your Highness, in this life, you really must live a long life."

In her last life she had been in poor health since then, and when winter came she was on her death bed, and he sometimes went to see her and heard the news that she was ill. And he was standing at the door talking to her about the dynasty, listening to her coughing intermittently.

He did not want to go through this again; he wanted to live this life with Li Rong, to live to old age, and to be at peace, unstained by illness.

Thinking like this, he couldn't help but hug Li Rong a few points tighter, Li Rong sensed his emotions, she leaned against him and after a long time, said in a slow voice, "Pei Wenxuan, what use do you think the princess has?"

Pei Wenxuan took her in his arms and listened quietly, Li Rong was still a bit raw when it came to these things, but she leaned against this man and heard him say that he wanted her to have a good life, so she didn't hold back and opened her mouth.

"Xun Chuan asked me how it could be so difficult to ask for a fair share of justice, something that should be in the world. In fact, I think she asked a childish question, there is no real justice in this world, but when she asked me that, I was sad. Do you think I am the one who is childish?"

Li Rong said, and couldn't help but laugh, "What business is it of mine about these things? She is a teenager, she should be naive, how can I be upset by all this when I am so old?"

Pei Wenxuan did not say anything, he took a moment and then slowly said, "Your Highness, do you remember, when I sent Yang Lie out, you asked me: you said that when I was young I also wanted the common people to have a better life, but in the end I still fought with you for my personal rights. I did not argue with Your Highness at that time; in fact, I was afraid that Your Highness would laugh at me."

Li Rong listened to these words and raised her eyes to look at him, a little strange. Pei Wenxuan looked at the eighteen-year-old girl, he gently laughed, "In fact, I am also several dozen years old, and my heart is also the same as your highness."

"When I see injustice, my heart will be sad."

"When I see people displaced, my heart breaks."

"When I see soldiers fighting in the sands and not returning, I wonder when there will be peace and prosperity and when we can live in peace."

"Of course I am not a saint or a good person, I also want to live, and live well, and have peace and stability for my family before I think about this. Even I am much more cowardly than Your Highness, and I am much more concerned about gains and losses."

Pei Wenxuan said, and sighed, "Just like that case of the Su family back then, I also felt it was inappropriate, but I didn't dare to dissuade it like Your Highness did, for fear of losing His Majesty's heart. In the end, it was only because I saw that His Majesty had developed guilt and was afraid that something would really happen to Her Highness that I went to persuade His Majesty."

"I didn't dare to tell anyone about this, especially not Your Highness, for fear that Your Highness would laugh at me."

"What is there to laugh at?" Li Rong said, "It's good that you have a good heart."

"So," Pei Wenxuan turned to her and returned her words to her, "it's good that Your Highness has a good heart."

Li Rong froze, and only then did she realise that Pei Wenxuan had gone round and round in circles, but was actually advising her.