#many thing have changed as I try to make this story something I like but I do think it's funny henri's looped back around to being a teen

[riemanifests]

hi love do u have any challenge for manifesting appearance changes? i need motivation to keep going i think my prob is i say i have my face then i doubt and check the 3d and i freak out and then try to keep saying no im beautiful but it just doesn’t stick!

hii i'll create one for you right now! but keep in mind, it is your responsibility to actually follow through on this because while i can give you all of the details you need you have to be the one to actually take it and apply it, but you totally can. 　　

⊹  . 𝓐𝓹𝓹𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓮 𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓵𝓵𝓮𝓷𝓰𝓮．

　 ᧔᧓ . Challenge Information

﹕This is a decide and persist challenge ﹕The challenge duration is one week ﹕All you have to do is decide that you have your desired appearance change and then persist. 　

　 ᧔᧓ . Challenge Rules

keep yourself busy. you need to give yourself less time to waver and check the 3d, so find an interest and pursue it. if you have the time to sit and doubt your assumptions then you have more than enough time to go out and do something, so do it. it's also a bonus if it's an activity that requires you to be grounded in it like painting or hiking, whatever it is it doesn't matter you just have to start doing things. 　

have some self discipline. if you're a person who doubts a lot then its more likely that your motivation easily comes and goes, so why would you want to depend on that?? stop relying on it to keep you going and start making the decision that you'll keep going no matter what. persist. discipline yourself, because no one else can give it to you but you. 　

　 ᧔᧓ . How to participate

Figure out what your new story / affirmation is going to be in this case it would be you have your desired face 　

Decide that the new story is your truth now tell yourself right now that you have your desired face and that is your truth now 　

Persist in the decision you made don't contradict it, don't overthink it, and don't look for it, just persist in it. accept that as your truth now and let it be your new truth. i don't give two shits about what the 3d looks like now or later, because you have a new truth now and that is your damn truth. 　

Make that decision every single day for the next 7 days honestly i think one week is all you need, but it's okay if the challenge ends and the 3d hasn't reflected your inner change yet. of course you shouldn't allow the 3d to ever knock you off your new story, but if you reach the 7 days and it seems nothing has changed i want you to keep going anyways. especially since you've been doubting and wavering a lot i highly suggest to focus on being consistent rather than manifesting quickly. no matter how many "days its been" i want you to keep persisting because the story in the 4d always changes the story in the 3d. 　

ALSOOOO ONE LAST THING. whatever you have to do to persist in that decision, do it. and i mean this in the context of using methods. if you need to affirm everytime you think about your appearance or visualize, go right ahead. if you need to play some upbeat music and pretend you're in a fashion show so you can stay in that state, go right ahead. do whatever you have to do to NOT waver but rather persist instead. 　

how to manifest appearance changes <3

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

I actually don't understand the criticism that twst should face more severe punitive actions in-game? Unless we're talking something that makes sense from a story POV and not "jail" or "expulsion" like what you might expect in real life. That sort of criticism feels like it misses the point of telling a story let alone a story about kids dealing with trauma who are also attending villain school. Especially since the characters *do* grow from their experiences. Wanting to punish the boys just because it's the 'right thing to do' seems like a purity culture response to something meant to be indulgent.

[Referencing this post!]

I'm not sure if I've actually seen many people saying the characters should face more severe punitive actions?? I've also seen very few people saying that punishing the boys is the "right" thing to do. I think I've mainly seen Malleus, Rollo, and maybe Idia receiving these criticisms, and that's mainly because the scale of the threat they provided was much larger than that of the other boys. Most fans I see are not calling for the characters to be jailed or expelled for what they did (though I do want to point out that Riddle DID canonically face expulsion, which was stated in the first volume of the light novel). We more often than not just want more accountability or a better glimpse into the realistic aftermath of their OBs. For example, the mob students involved may be traumatized or at the very least react differently to the OBer after the incident. We see some of this in a flashback that occurs in book 5; Scarabia students call for Kalim to relieve Jamil of his vice dorm leader seat. In book 3, Ruggie guilts Leona by reminding him that he almost sanded the hyena. Most of the time, the OB boy doesn't even apologize, and some take issue with the lack of acknowledging their missteps. Proceeding books don't usually give the events of the previous book the gravity it really should receive (why is Ruggie treating like him almost dying is a joke?), or they don't properly follow up on it (we never hear the result of Riddle's talk with his mom over winter break). It can make character development or any changes we observe appear sudden or unearned--but when we see the consequences of the OBs creeping up on them (losing peers' trust, having the incident reported to parents/guardians, etc.), then the boys are held accountable, forced to reevaluate themselves, and must work hard to restore their reputations. We get to see all the middle stuff that facilitates their growth. We want repercussions (ie reasonable reactions to their own actions and words, which the OB boys address and then grow from), NOT needless punitive measures that do nothing to further their characters.

From a gameplay perspective, the characters are not being severely punished because Twst needs the characters to continue being around to be cute and marketable. This translates into merch and banner sales. But from a storytelling perspective, keeping the characters around serves the larger narrative about forgiveness, granting second chances, and goodness and wickedness having the capacity to exist in everyone.

Twst is a game meant for us to play for fun, yes--but Twst is also trying to tell an ambitious serialized story that involves many heavy elements. That means past events and their consequences will carry over and impact future events, and the game isn't there just to be pure indulgence; it's here to present a message, but it's sure as hell going to try being entertaining while on that quest to deliver the message to us.

[class1akids]

What do you think of All Might and Deku's relationship in the 3rd act? From the way it's written, it made me think that Horikoshi gave upon their dynamic for some reason? Did he want to portray a more realistic development for their dynamic? Where they kinda got separated or something

It makes me wonder that when Hori decided not to kill All Might, did he actually think through what would be the endgame instead? (I have the same question about Shouto and Endeavor).

But overall, Act 3 was a big letdown for me and I felt that whatever interesting exploration could have happened, Hori always pulled back. Two things stand out in particular:

In the Dark Hero arc, it felt like Deku's spiral was going to be the direct criticism of All Might's symbol of peace - this idea that a hero needs to be martyristic, alone and self-destructive. When Deku left All Might behind, it was such a great scene, but then it was resolved without any proper reflection on what All Might's hero ideal was and how Deku's own hero ideal may have changed due to his experience. If anything, it was reinforced that Deku and All Might are the perfect heroes and it's up to everyone else to support them / keep them safe.

In the final arc, I still feel like the Armored Hero should have been Izuku's plot, not All Might's. It feels way more fitting for him to have a suit mimicking Class A powers, to become the first quirkless hero, to defeat AFO without any quirks and become the greatest like that. What's more, I think All Might suiting up after he already played a key role in the planning (while Izuku got no role in the final battle planning or even in how to deal with Shigaraki) undermined the message of "how we all became the greatest heroes" and the idea that there are different paths to heroism.

I feel like bringing back All Might to the battlefield, reinforcing this horrible, sad idea that he can only be of service by dying when we spent Act 2 to get him learn to live really made me wonder where Hori will go with all of this.

And then in the end, I think he undermined not just Class A, but more importantly Izuku himself in the "greatest hero" narrative. I have a very hard time seeing Izuku surpassing All Might on a single parameter of heroism, other than the temporary 120% OFA and the weilding of 6 quirks for a few weeks which feels like a technicality.

Since the final battle in the vestige world is not visible to anyone, there is nothing that Izuku "showed the world" that All Might hadn't shown before. Deku smashed a powerful villain. That's it.

Since his hero activities ended then, his influence is pretty narrow. He never went public with his saving plan. And even in the context of Hori's bizarre idea that the ultimate hero is someone who cheers for you, it makes everyone else cheering the heroes, not Izuku.

What I expected from this story is for the end Izuku present a hero ideal that's an upgrade to All Might's Symbol of Peace (which kind of de facto happened with the network of connected hearts, but it feels very half-baked and quite a stretch to give the credit for it to Izuku when so many of the main players are influenced by All Might or someone else).

The other expectation was to have an answer to "can someone without a quirk be a hero"? There were two possible answers:

Not a pro hero, but everyone can be a hero somehow. This is the Deku Sensei ending. Deku learning and accepting that there are many ways to become a hero and fighting is not the only valid path. -> this answer was undermined when we didn't get Izuku's process to get there and Deku sensei was moping and seemed unhappy.

Yes, with determination anything is possible. This is the Armored Hero ending. This option should have been already built up better from the start. It would have been a decent ending if the narrative showed Deku not giving up despite losing OFA, trying to hang onto the hero course, trying to work his way through with support items and quick thinking. Maybe even have him work as a vigilante with crappy items he can afford in secret, but his friends already collecting for the suit. What didn't work was Deku not doing anything and then the class dropping a multi-million dollar hero suit on him like a fairy godmother. It's not very inspiring, let's be honest.

I feel like Izuku's and All Might's warm relationship also lost its shine in the end. All Might had a heartfelt call to Shouto and an even more heartfelt scene with Bakugou after the rescue.

The All Might rescue was set up both for Bakugou (his self-blame about ending All Might) and for Deku (twisting fate narrative). And while technically they did it together, it felt like Hori prioritized Bakugou fully here - with him getting the gauntlet with All Might symbolically passing on the mantle and getting the thanks and praise for the saving both from the world and All Might himself.

There is no similar heartfelt All Might - Izuku scene in the end, and even Izuku losing OFA and their talk in the hospital about not being able to save Shigaraki is interrupted by Bakugou and his pain over Izuku losing OFA is made to be the final focus. I think this was again Hori prioritizing Bakugou and his emotions and not letting All Might and Deku have any kind of resolution together.

So it just felt very messy to me in the end and didn't feel like the hero suit and "it's a power you earned" was a good bookend to their relationship. I also didn't feel like Hori did a good enough balance between All Might and Deku, because by the end, I didn't feel like Deku surpassed All Might and also felt like the armored suit is not interesting enough since the one getting the battle highlight with it was All Might.

I also felt that the really heartfelt moments between the two of them disappeared towards the end, and even the "All Might fanboy" narrative was passed onto Bakugou, whose All Might card and return to his origin as an All Might stan child was much more emphasised than Deku's admiration for the guy.

[orellazalonia]

heyyyy!!!

I have a request and was wondering if you would be willing to do a bucky x reader fanfic set in the 1990s with the other avengers too all as high school students or (this ones gonna sound weird maybe) a bucky x reader fanfic on the Titanic? (It doesn't necessarily need to follow the movie plot :))

Thank you! :D

Hello, dear! Don’t worry about the request. Here, I love creating unique stories and scenarios. Therefore, I chose to try out the second one to challenge myself. Since there wasn’t anything specific to include in your request, I took some creative liberty for the situation. And after a bit of research, I ended up loving this fic and hope you do too! Happy reading!!!

Until the Ship Went Down

Summary: You and Bucky Barnes board the Titanic as newlyweds, leaving behind a life of war and uncertainty in hopes of a peaceful new beginning in America. However, on the fourth night, the illusion of a new life shatters as the Titanic strikes the iceberg. (Titanic AU/Setting | Bucky Barnes x reader)

Word Count: 2.1k+

Disclaimer: ANGST! May not be entirely accurate and some details are adjusted to fit the story. However, don’t be afraid to let me know if something is completely incorrect. Additionally, if this fic is insensitive in any way, I am perfectly okay with changing things or taking it down.

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The docks of Southampton bustled with excitement and noise, the morning fog lifting slowly as the RMS Titanic loomed like a castle above the sea. Your gloved fingers were laced tightly around Bucky’s, your new wedding ring glinting in the soft morning light.

He kept close, protective as ever, the curve of a smirk playing on his lips despite the swarm of people pushing past with trunks, tickets, and the weight of hope.

“This ship’s big enough to fit the whole damn city,” Bucky murmured, eyeing the towering white decks above.

You nudged his side with your elbow, grinning. “You trying to figure out how many places you can sneak off to make out?”

He leaned in close, nose brushing your temple. “Already counted four. Want me to start listing?”

You flushed, swatting his chest with a laugh. He chuckled too, shoulders finally relaxing for the first time in weeks. For all the glitz and glory of the Titanic, what mattered was that you were finally getting away. Away from the war-torn echoes of Europe, the heavy gazes of his commanding officers, the cold walls of your shared boarding house.

This was supposed to be your fresh start. Just you and him, married less than a month, with nothing but ocean air and the promise of a future across the Atlantic.

You had splurged for second-class tickets, not quite the gold-trimmed lounges of first-class, but still comfortable. The room had a proper bed, a window with a view of the sea, and just enough space to dance when you dragged him into a slow waltz before your suitcase was even unpacked.

Bucky held you close, eyes bright as he spun you in a lazy circle. “Mrs. Barnes,” He said, trying it out for the hundredth time.

“Sounds too proper,” You teased. “Try again.”

“Alright. Doll,” He said, pressing his forehead to yours. “My girl.”

Warmth flooded your chest. You kissed him then, soft and lingering, the kind of kiss that makes a person forget where they are.

That first day was nothing short of magic. You and Bucky explored the deck arm in arm, peeking at the extravagant lives of the first-class passengers from a polite distance. He kept cracking jokes about sneaking into their fancy dinners, insisting his charm would get you both a seat between dukes and duchesses. Later, in the dim quiet of your cabin, he read to you. His voice low and warm as fingers traced lazy patterns against your arm as you drifted half-asleep against his chest.

It was perfect.

Too perfect.

Because somewhere in the back of your mind, where old fears still lived, the ones you thought you’d buried after the war, after the sleepless nights spent wondering if Bucky would come back; something told you nothing this good ever lasts.

Regardless, the days passed in a blur of soft kisses, whispered jokes over tea, and stolen moments by the railing with the wind in your hair and Bucky’s arm slung around your shoulders. He was lighter here. Younger, freer, laughing like he hadn’t in years. Sometimes you’d catch him staring at you as if memorizing everything: the shape of your mouth, the way your eyes crinkled when you smiled, how your fingers played with the hem of your coat.

You’d wake up to sunlight slanting through the tiny porthole and his warm breath on your neck, legs tangled beneath wool blankets. You never thought happiness could feel this quiet, this real.

However, on the fourth day, April 14th, the sea was like glass.

“I don’t like it,” Bucky muttered over dinner, pushing his food around with his fork.

You arched an eyebrow. “What, the soup?”

“No,” He said, glancing toward the window. “The water. It’s too still. It’s unnatural.”

You leaned over and kissed his cheek, trying to soothe the frown lines digging into his brow. “You’re always waiting for the other shoe to drop.”

He looked at you, eyes softening. “Because I’ve dropped too many.”

You took his hand under the table. “It’s not war anymore, Buck. We’re not running. This is just… life. A good one.”

He held your gaze a long moment, then gave your hand a squeeze. “I hope you’re right.”

That night, you bundled up and climbed up to the deck after dinner. The sky was a sheet of stars stitched across it like diamonds. You clutched Bucky’s arm as he pointed out constellations, his other hand tucked in his coat pocket.

“See that one?” He asked, nodding up. “Orion. I used to stare at that from my barracks window.”

You tilted your head back, letting the cool air sting your cheeks. “I hope we still get stars like this in New York.”

“We’ll get a rooftop apartment,” He promised, lips brushing your temple. “I’ll sneak you up there every night just to look at them.”

You turned to face him, smiling. “You’re such a sap.”

He leaned in. “You married me anyway.”

Before you could kiss him, a low grind echoed beneath your feet, a deep groaning scrape that rumbled through the ship like a buried beast waking up. You and Bucky froze.

“What was that?”

“I don’t know,” He said, eyes darting toward the bow. A few people murmured, glancing around. The ship didn’t seem to slow. But there was a strange stillness now, like the ship itself had held its breath.

The crew moved quickly, too quickly. Officers murmured in clipped tones, hurrying across the deck. A few lifeboats creaked in their hinges. You reached for Bucky’s hand again, but this time, your fingers were trembling.

“We should go back to the room,” You said quietly.

But Bucky was already scanning the deck, jaw tight. “No. I think we should check below. If something’s wrong-“

A whistle blew. One of the crewmen shouted something about precaution, about life jackets. Panic started to slither through the air like smoke.

And just like that, you felt it: the end of the dream.

“Bucky,” You whispered, voice cracking. “What’s happening?”

He gripped your shoulders. “Listen to me. If this ship goes down, you get on a lifeboat. You don’t argue. You don’t wait.”

“No-“

“You do,” He said, fiercer now. “Because I’m not losing you. Not after everything.”

You shook your head, tears already stinging your eyes. “Don’t say it like we’re already dead.”

“We’re not,” He promised, brushing a hand down your cheek. “But I’ve been in sinking places before, and I know how fast it happens.”

Far down the length of the deck, you heard a woman scream.

A scream that echoed long after it stopped, swallowed by the building panic as more passengers filtered onto the deck in robes or coats hastily thrown over nightgowns. You and Bucky moved together like muscle and instinct. His hand was around yours, firm and steady despite the tremor in your bones.

Lifeboats were being uncovered now. Officers barked orders above. “Women and children first,” One shouted, over and over. The words hit you like a bell tolling death.

“They’re really doing it,” You said quietly. “They’re preparing to abandon ship.”

Bucky scanned the deck. His soldier’s mind was turning, calculating. “The ship’s still level,” He noted. “We’ve got time. Come on.”

He pulled you along the side of the ship, weaving through confused passengers and the murmuring crowd. He paused only to help a woman up who had tripped, to lift a little boy crying for his mother, to point an older man toward the stairwell. Even now, with icy wind whipping your hair and the bitter scent of salt filling your lungs, Bucky was thinking of everyone else first.

“Bucky,” You gasped, “What are we even doing?”

“Trying to find out how bad it is,” He said. “And then I’m getting you off this damn ship.”

You both rounded the corner toward the staircase that led to second class. The stairs were clogged now with families clutching bags, children wailing, people shouting about locked gates and missing lifeboats.

You grabbed Bucky’s arm, stopping him. “Hey. Stop. Look at me.”

And he did. His jaw was set, eyes dark with fear he was trying not to show.

“I’m not leaving without you,” You said.

His hands cupped your face instantly, thumbs brushing your cheeks like he could smooth away your stubbornness. “Don’t say that.”

“I mean it,” You insisted. “You don’t get to decide to die for me.”

His voice broke. “It’s not about dying. It’s about you living. About knowing you’re safe, that you’ll make it out of this.”

You shook your head, breath shaking. “Then we both do.”

He stared at you for a moment like he might argue. But then the ship lurched. Not a tremble, not a shiver, a sudden, undeniable tilt. You stumbled into him as the floor beneath your feet shifted. People screamed again. Distant metal groaned like the bones of the ship were breaking.

“No more time,” Bucky hissed. “We go to the boats. Now.”

You ran.

The tilt of the ship made the deck feel like a hill, your feet scrambling for purchase as Bucky pulled you along. Somewhere far below, water was pouring in. You could feel it in the air now, cold and damp and awful.

When you reached the lifeboats, most were already full. A crowd had gathered, fighting to be heard. Officers held their arms out, holding back men. A woman in pearls sobbed, clutching a crying infant. Another lifeboat dropped into the sea with a haunting creak of ropes, its passengers pale and silent.

“Next boat!” Someone called. “Only room for two more!”

Bucky turned to you. His hand found the small of your back, guiding you forward. “Go. Now.”

“No,” You said instantly, heart hammering. “We both go.”

“There’s only one spot after you-” He began.

“Then take it,” You snapped. “Or I’m not going.”

The officer barked, “Now! One more!”

Without another word, Bucky shoved you forward. “She’s next!”

You twisted, trying to grab him, but someone pulled you in, hands lifting you into the boat. Bucky’s hand lingered for one last second on your arm, then was gone.

He didn’t climb in.

“Bucky!” You screamed, trying to scramble back up, but the boat dropped a foot, jerking you down.

“Stay safe,” He spoke. “I love you.”

The words hit you like gunfire. You choked out a sob. “Don’t you dare!”

But the lifeboat dropped again.

And Bucky was already gone, disappearing into the smoke and chaos above, helping another person toward the edge, still giving everything he had.

Your voice was hoarse from yelling his name as the freezing night swallowed your breath.

You weren’t sure when the tears froze on your cheeks.

-

The sea itself was a black mirror. Endless and silent, save for the groaning cries of the dying ship behind you.

You clutched the edge of the lifeboat so tightly you’re sure something bled. It rocked with every breath the ocean took, icy wind biting your skin, but you didn’t feel it. You didn’t feel anything but the last image of Bucky, backlit by orange flares and smoke, his silhouette swallowed by the crowd and chaos on deck. His voice still echoed in your head, “I love you.”

The boat creaked lower until you were just one drop among hundreds bobbing in the frozen Atlantic. You weren’t supposed to be here without him. Every part of you screamed it.

People around you were crying, shivering, whispering prayers, but you couldn’t speak. You could only stare back at the ship. You watched as it tilted, slowly, monstrously. One part of it rising into the air like the spine of a wounded animal. Lights flickered. Screams rang out from the decks. Then… something gave.

With a crack that split the night in half, the Titanic broke.

You cried out with everyone else as the tail end lifted fully into the sky and the front half was gone. Devoured by the ocean in seconds. The sea roared up, dragging debris, people, lifeboats, and screams into its endless black mouth. It was a sound you’d never forget.

The great ship, that floating palace, your honeymoon carriage, and the last place Bucky had held you was gone.

Silence followed. Not real silence though; people were still crying, sobbing for loved ones, for God, for warmth, but the silence of absence. Of knowing something massive had vanished beneath the waves, and the world hadn’t stopped turning.

You didn’t notice the pain at first. Not in your hands, not in your chest. Not even in your lungs from all the screaming. The cold began to settle in slowly, like frost crawling under your skin. You kept your eyes locked on the debris field in the distance, your breath fogging weakly in the air.

He had to be out there. Somewhere, in that frozen blackness.

Because if he wasn’t, how were you going to live without him?

[rainrot4me]

haiii!!! feel free to ignore this but could you walk us through your writing process, or just give some writing tips in general? your characterizations and style just hit SO hard :3

Thank you!!! I swear my style/theme changes like the weather, but I will try my best to explain my process! (used small font so it doesn’t take up so much space, lol)

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Firstly, and it may sound lame, but I stare at Pinterest for hours on end (lmao). I get the most of my inspiration from visual things like aesthetic collage boards, tiktoks, quotes, and color palettes, so Pinterest is a good way for me to get an idea of the vibe I want for something I want to write. I save aesthetic images for each of the Creepypasta’s, so whoever I want to write for, I just russian-roulette and scroll until I find an image that makes me go “omg, that would be such a good vibe for a story,” and go from there.

Secondly, word vomit. All the main points (things like specific dialogue, environment descriptors, or important plot-points), I go ahead and write out before I’ve even decided what the end of the story will be. I get all of my main themes jotted down, and then write the rest of the story around them. (For example, in ‘My Muse’ (the Ticci Toby Halloween story), I wrote out the house-party scene before I even wrote the actual first paragraph in the story because I knew that’s what I wanted the turning point of the story to be).

Lastly, editing *pukes*. Once I’ve gotten down the general just of everything and lined up the story, here comes the exhausting process of reconstructing and reshaping it into something legible for others. All of the tiny little details that you all enjoy so much in my writing usually doesn’t show up until this part, this is where all the transitional and most visually rich content comes from. Even though I may hate this part and it may take the longest, there’s no doubt it’s the most important.

Finally, here’s some tips!

Jesus Christ, just have fun!!!!!! Fanfiction is a community activity, so treat it like it was intended to be enjoyed! If you’re writing something hoping and praying it gets 100k hits and 10k reblogs, then you’re going in for the absolute wrong reasons. Fanfiction is like the weird games you used to play on the playground at school by yourself. You’re alone, until someone comes up and asks if they can join. From there, more and more kids join in your game, and you’ve got yourself a great community of like-minded people all enjoying one thing. Don’t treat it like a job, or an investment, but as the fun, community-rich, positive-focused thing it was meant to be!

Learn what your strengths and weaknesses are. For me personally, I have a terrible time with trying to write dialogue that doesn’t make me cringe, so I find myself rewriting paragraphs over and over again. However, I find I am good at environmental storytelling! So, to combat one thing with another, I make my ability to write out a detailed scene my key element. As many of you have told me, my scenery is what you know me for/enjoy the most, so I am always aiming to improve that. But, I am also taking time to work through my dialogue issues as well! It’s all about balance.

For big projects, make a Pinterest board. Seriously. Visualization is key to keeping things constant from start to finish. (This can be the same for music playlists and tiktok favorites).

Read other fanfiction. You find yourself really liking a creator? Well, what do you like about them? Find whatever draws you to their writing and try to incorporate those themes into your own works (not plagiarizing, obviously). Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, so pick apart all the good aspects of someone’s writing abilities and work on them yourself!

Lastly, be kind to yourself. This should be fun. Why would you want to spend your time stressing yourself out about writing for a special interest that makes you happy? You’ll just end up making yourself hate that thing. Have fun!! Make friends who enjoy the same things as you! Dish compliments like you’ve got unlimited to spare, because guess what, you do!! Kindness and community are never meaningless, so don’t be afraid to show some compassion!!!

Love you all, happy reading and happy writing!!

꩜ .ᐟ

[starrvsn]

﹙ SHOW/FANDOM ⠆911﹚

PAIRING ⠆eddie diaz x single-parent!reader

CATEGORIES ⠆fluff, baby’s first words!, single-parent!reader, brief mention of choking, a kind of what are we situation, lots of plot for no apparent reason. not canon to the 911 timeline!

OVER THE INTERCOM ⠆i got a little carried away with this one but ive been so obsessed with this show i just needed to write something, so please enjoy!

𝟒𝟏𝟏. your finally shares her first words and it’s nothing like you expected, based off a prompt that says we’re friends and my child’s first words were your name… i’m jealous but also endeared.

you had met eddie when addison was six months old– he responded to a call where your baby was choking on a carrot that you had thought was soft enough to eat, thankfully they had gotten there quick enough for eddie to perform the appropriate heimlich to retrieve the piece of carrot stuck in her throat. whilst they had your daughter overnight at the hospital, he had visited you. partically to see if your daughter was holding up okay, but mainly for you. he knew as a father himself how hard you must’ve been on yourself and offered to take you out for coffee as comfort, share silimar experiences which lead to a blossoming friendship.

eddie was always there for when you felt misguided in parenthood, always there to lend a shoulder and give you advice you needed whilst he was still figuring out how to be a good father to christopher. addison and chris became fast friends as well– despite her being a toddler and chris being fourteen, he looked after her like a sister, reading books to her and looking forward to the days you’d drop her off sometimes when you didn’t have a sitter, it was almost like a little family and you were content with that.

now, addison is almost a year old and has been growing up wonderfully. eddie was there for a majority of her milestones, when she started crawling and beginning to stand on her own and almost taking her first steps. you and eddie were on blurred lines, whilst you appreciated him being there for you and you’re daughter, you both knew getting into a serious relationship or even putting a label to things was tricky, still navigating so many changes in your lifestyle and his, it was easier to just call yourselves friends.

eddie and chris are over are you apartment today for your regularly scheduled sunday breakfast, something you made a tradition after you grew paranoid with feeding addison on your own, so in order to ease your worries eddie offered to come over every sunday to make sure breakfast would go swimmingly. at first he came on his own but then started bringing chris after a few weeks, claiming he had fomo– which was just a coverup because chris knows about you and wanted to meet you, but eddie didn’t want you knowing he talks about you, especially to his son. in those five months you’ve all gotten closer– seeing christopher slowly mature over that time and seeing his closeness with addison, it was something you didn’t want to ruin.

it was a nice sunday morning, so you decided to eat outside on your patio, there was a slight breeze but the sun was warm enough to keep the chill away. you’ve got the full spread of a classic breakfast: plates full of pancakes, fruit, bacon and scrambled eggs, a perfect breakfast. addison is sitting at the head of the table in her high chair, you’re sat next to her with eddie and chris across from you. you try your best to give addison the food your eating so she doesn’t feel left out, which you know she does, her emotions developing and finding out clearer way to express herself. on her plate are bits and pieces of fruit and plain pancakes cut into smaller, digestible pieces– even now you still check with eddie to make sure they’re not too big, not that he has ever minded.

the morning air is light, filled with laughter and passing stories about chris’ new crush or what’s been going on at school, eddie talking about the squadron– their calls and a little chismes about their current qualms outside of work. you laugh and react to their stories, it would be a lie if you didn’t enjoy them– your job was quite mundane but kept you stable so this was something you looked forward to before the busy week ahead of you.

eddie is mid sentence talking about bucks recent dilemma with tommy when addison lets out a loud babble and slaps both palms against the tray of her high chair.

“foods good huh, chiquita?” he hums to her endearingly, nodding along to her babbling, an endearing smile gracing his face. it was hard to not imagine eddie becoming a father figure to addison, he’s a great father to chris and bonds so easily with your daughter, it’s selfish and a crazy thought but is something that has crossed your mind for than once.

“addie’s has been talking a lot more recently, hasn’t she?” chris chimes in, looking over at addison who’s picking up another strawberry. i remember when you started talking eddie reminisces, going on about how his first words were when he’s was on deployment and wishes he was there to witness it.

you hum, thoughtfully. lifting your napkin to dab a smear of syrup from the corner of addison’s mouth. “she has, i’m waiting for the moment she says her first words.” a part of eddie wishes he could be there for it.

breakfast continues, more jokes and stories were shared with addisons babbling reactions in the mix. then, addison starts babbling again, less random this time. more focused. insistent.

"dee... da... eh-"

your eyes snap to her immediately, chest tightening just slightly because you've been waiting for this moment. her first real word. you've been expecting "mama." hoping for it, really. eddie's already chewing on a bite of pancake, looking over at her with soft eyes. chris, mid-sip of orange juice, sets his cup down carefully.

the moment stills as you daughter tries to find her footing, she’s been saying sounds that sound like words but not quite there, this could be the moment though. you all watch her with bated breath, no way of telling if her first words will come from her lips. then addison turns to eddie. waving her chubby hand at him and beams.

"eh-dee!" the table falls silent, eddies eyes are already on you trying to gage your reaction. your mind is blank, you never expected her first words to be his name, not even mama, not even chris’.

she then looks at you, big bright eyes as if she’s awaiting your reaction. you clear your throat, sitting a little straighter in your seat. “that’s right baby, that’s eddie right there isn’t he.” addison flashes a gummy smile at you, nodding at your words, smart little girl. postive reinforcement! reguardless of her first word, at least she got there in the end and makes it clear as day. chris is next to react, breaking out into a loud, shocked laugh. "no way! did she-? did she just say?"

"eddie," she says again, a little more proudly this time, her tiny voice clear as day. "eddie!" you look at eddie, who seems to be in more shock than you, his eyes like a deer caught in headlights, his jaw dropped a little. it isn’t until you brushed your foot against his under the table, he shifts, eyes finally focusing to you. his are wide, soft, apologetic all at once.

"she-uh," he clears his throat, setting down his fork. "she said my name."

"yeah." your voice comes out smaller than intended, a touch breathy. "yeah, she did."

addison claps, giggling like she's solved world peace. your heart squeezes.

"i didn't teach her that," eddie says, like he needs you to believe him. "i swear. i always call myself tío or just talk about 'your mama' when i'm with her—i never-"

you wave a hand, the corners of your mouth twitching. "no, i know. i believe you. it's just.." you glance at your daughter, cheeks pink and eyes so happy. "i thought it would be me, you know? or even chris. not-"

"not me," eddie says quietly.

your eyes meet again. the air between you shifts, heavy with something unspoken. but neither of you address it, just push it aside for later, shifting your mood to the fact it was addisons first word, praising her endlessly, ignoring the swirl of warmth in your stomach when she babbled eddies name when he took her out of her high chair.

later, whilst you’re cleaning up from breakfast, now early afternoon. christopher is sitting snuggly on your loveseat, he’s enthusiastically reading to addison, making silly voices and sound exaggerations to make the story of the little red riding hood more entertaining.

you and eddie are doing dishes. he’s washing while you’re drying. it was silent at first, neither of you knew what to say. how to approach this conversation, hey my daughters first word was your name what does this mean? this was not something you read about in your guide to motherhood books. you couldn’t even form appropriate words without giving anything away. eddie knew it would lead to other unanswered things to your friendship that sometimes seemed more than what it was. eddie was content with what you had going on but lingering in his mind knew he wanted more, you wanted more.

it was just difficult to approach, you didn’t want to overstep or mislead. you never really settled on what your friendship had turned into, afraid of shifting your dynamic into something awkward and that would lead to being distant then into being out of touch and away from each others lives which neither of you wanted. if the conversation needed to be had, it was now.

eddies the one to break the silence “well, that was unexpected,” he murmurs, addisons little voice ringing in his head, he felt so delighted and warm when she has said it, it was a moment he wanted to experience with chris and it just so happened with your daughter, that’s evidently not his.

“…very unexpected.” you cough, picking at the threads of the dishtowel. unsure how the lead the conversation. the silence stretches again, this time a little less heavy, a little more expectant. like the moment is gently asking you both to be brave.

“but it wasn’t unwelcome, i didn’t think it’d make me feel so much.” he adds, glancing at you sideways, his voice barely above the hum of christopher’s animated storytelling in the background. “it did though, hearing her sweet little voice say my name…made me happy.” dishes are long forgotten and his soapy hands stand at the edge of the basin.

“yeah…” you trail, “made me happy too, just don’t know what happens now.” your throat feels tight, not in a bad way just anticipating his words.

your hands clutching tightly on the rag, eyes focused on the pattern away from his gaze. he pauses, turning to fully face you. his hands grasps yours, giving them a gentle squeeze. as if begging you to look at him. you slowly turn to him, your body before your head– gazing at him through your lashes.

he looks at you, really looks, like he’s searching for something in your eyes that’ll give him all the answers. his eyes are soft, with something raw and vulnerable he only ever shows in quiet moments like these. "i know we’ve been walking this weird line for a while now. friends, but sometimes it feel like we’re more than friends. you’re important to me. and addie—she means a lot to me too. maybe more than i realized."

you don’t look away. your heart thuds loud in your ears. "i’ve thought about it," you admit softly. "more than i should. i just didn’t want to ruin what we have. what we’ve built. it’s been safe. and good."

"it still can be," he says gently, moving your hands close to him, moving closer, closing the gap between you. "just... maybe with more honesty. more intention."

"you think we could make it work?"

he smiles then, a more meaningful one. "i think we already are. we just haven’t admitted it to ourselves yet."

you glance toward the living room; addison is squealing at christopher’s overly dramatic wolf impression, clapping her hands, her joy bouncing off the walls of your little home. it feels warm. like family.

"i want to try," you say, voice steady now. "not for her. not because of today. but because i want to. because you’re the first person i feel like i don’t have to pretend with."

he leans closer, as if telling you a secret only for you to hear. his big brown eyes boring into yours. "i’m not perfect. i’m still learning. still messing up." he means it.

"so am i," you say with a soft laugh. "but maybe we can figure it out together."

"yeah," he says, moving his hands to your waist and into a hug, cheek against your hair, it warm and content, like secret promises and new beginning "together sounds good."

just like that, everything you had been worrying about, are washed away and into something more, something real and worth it.

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[lovely-love-angel]

Something I like to state is that personally, I don't think steel wool “doesn't care” about 3 star fam. They put their effort into creating those characters, and I won't accept anyone saying that “they didn't put love into those characters” just because they executed it badly. If you do something new for the first time, it's not perfect, and has many flaws. It doesn't mean that you didn't try nor put any love, sweat and effort into it. You're new to writing, or a new artist, and many people say that as a beginner artist, you should have your focus on one specific thing at a time to improve. I will just go and say that they either didn't, or couldn't, put their focus on one thing. Because they were excited. Which is understandable. You want to share your work as well, even if it has flaws. I understand that they are basically “serving” a huge franchise and fanbase, but It's still important that the fans themselves are understanding and supportive.

When you create your own AU, showcasing it as a fangame or a comic, you need to introduce a new character eventually. Not always, but for the plot to move forward, you need to push the characters to the side sometimes. This is fnaf everyone, the franchise is known for storytelling, the plot and its story. In the Scott era, new characters were introduced in each new game, yes the originals “Freddy, Bonnie, Chica and Foxy” were still there, but the toy animatronics are new characters nonetheless, and even so, Balloon Boy and Mangle were new characters too. Same as the story went on. We only found out that the Protagonist was mostly Michael Afton, around the end of the original era. That's why I want you to understand that steel wool isn't fully in control here. It might not even be their characters, if Scott came up with their designs and names in the beginning. They are just the artists, who execute the story, and even if they love 3 star fam, they need to work on the mimic with passion effort and care as well, to execute it well. They are new to this and they'll improve and learn, give them time. They can't satisfy everyone. But the mimic isn't even the only new character, we'll get Dollie and Jackie and many more.

I feel as if the fnaf community judges too fast. Every time they hate something, with the tiniest bit of information they have, they immediately overthink or overlook into it, making them view it negatively. Once time passes, the whole community changes their mind. Fnaf world was hated, but then it's accepted. Security Breach was heavily disliked, now it's heavily loved. The GGY book was disliked, but now everyone accepted it. Now, everyone seems to dislike Escape the Pizzaplex, and secret of the Mimic, before it even released! I see few people who are hyped, but then I see others react completely differently and even look down on the people who are optimistic and are looking forward to Secret of the Mimic. You have no idea how much I'm hoping that people won't go too hard on it.

You can only enjoy something, if you enter it with an open mind. If you start playing the game, through someone else's perspective (playthroughs) or you see people's opinion first before making your own, it alters your perspective and opinion, subconsciously, about that subject. I have heard many people say that they don't like Escape the Pizzaplex. And I'm not doubting them. But I want to read the book myself, without having others speak for me saying the same things they always say, which is that it was “executed badly”, that the “characters weren't written well” and that “it was disappointing”. Not everyone says this, but I've seen it around very frequently and it really ruins the positivity I usually feel, and this doesn't apply to me only. You know why? Because your expectations were most likely too high. It's understandable that you have high standards, but in the end, we are all human, right?

Help wanted, fnaf AR, security breach, RUIN, GGY, Escape the Pizzaplex... That was all for the 3 star fam + Cassie. Now, they enter a new character arc, because the character has been introduced and will become relevant in the future. What does that mean? They need to build up the character just like they did with Vanessa, Gregory, Freddy and Cassie.

I'm not a big fan of the Mimic myself. But I do look forward to secret of the Mimic. I believe it will be good, and I don't want my opinion changed on that. I'm definitely supporting Steel wool, because you shouldn't just see them as tools for the art and products they create, you should love them as people. They love these characters as well, but they have to move on and proceed with the story.

You have lives outside of fnaf. Other fandoms. So it's alright to kill some time and come back with a fresh opinion and mindset. I see positivity, but so much negativity as well. Of course it's to keep things balanced, but the negativity is genuinely wearing me down sometimes and many people I've talked to in the fandom. So make sure to take a break, or a few hours even, just to breath and do something else. Again, you can make your own content while we wait, you have your own life and content. But you can't expect a company, with over thousands of fans, to make everyone happy. Yes, sometimes the majority isn't satisfied, which is a great example with secret of the Mimic. But we all know, we have to go through this, and even if we don't like it at first glance... We might change our mind as we always have. We barely know where the story is going, and yet we still judge. It will make more sense in the future.

Imagine you have an awesome idea, but you don't have the skill, experience or knowledge to execute it. But you love it so much, you want to share, so you do. Now, you see that everyone seems to love it, so of course you continue. But eventually, people start complaining about the flaws, that you never took notice of, because you are learning and aren't a professional. You continue, because even though they complain, they just want to help, right? You'll learn from those mistakes. But there's always room for mistakes, and people keep spotting them. Some point them out nicely, but some are far harsher. As years pass, wouldn't that tire you out?

Everyone experienced writers block, or art block, correct? You feel unmotivated, and can't create anything creative. Imagine that happens with steel wool. They can't just say “We're taking a break” and call it a day to over thousands of fans, especially when half of them aren't fond of the company, nor their creations yet. Their trying, and I believe 100% that they are learning. You went with Scott through the original era. To it's ups and downs. Now you have to do the same thing with steel wool. Guide them through this journey and stay loyal, theorists!

Reblogs would be greatly appreciated to increase the chance of finding this post!

[purpledemonlillyposting]

Can't blame anyone for making alts or being on anon. I've sent a few asks your way but there's no way I'm ever showing up in the notes for any posts around this mess. I want to attend the circus, but I don't want any of the clowns following me home. And Sai has kind of made an environment where she encourages her clowns to do just that. (and they also conspire that every single detractor is the same 3 people in a trench coat when it's in all likelihood just... random bystanders throwing their hats in)

I'm willing to bet there's quite a few people hovering around and not interacting on all sides, since there's just. So many people showing up in everyone's inboxes to fling shit. I'm tempted to say people are encouraging that behavior. Really can't blame anyone who sees that and doesn't want that themselves. And I imagine it's quite easy to get swept up in it too, mob mentality and all that.

It is a little funny whenever someone tries to pull a gatcha and say whatever blog owner is sending self asks/gets no notes/whatever because it feels like they just... Ran out of arguments? And if they try to bait out any particular anon, well. There's no reason for the anon to respond. To use my circus analogy again, if one of the clowns starts yelling for me to show myself but they don't know who I am I'm going to keep my mouth shut, they may as well be yelling at ghosts.

Anyways, away from that topic, I do appreciate that for things I send your way you tend to break character for them. I get that it's an easy way to strike nerves (and boy do people show off that it got to them in some way by responding. To anyone who types a "who cares" kind of thing in a comment section you just showed that you do. You cared enough to comment. Now everyone knows you got mad) But I almost wish you did the more thoughtful ones more instead of the in character ones since a lot of people probably blocked your account on grounds of it being a troll (heck, I almost did at first too when you first cropped up) But... Well I get the feeling most those people probably wouldn't have been swayed if you did, anyways.

I will say, for other anons, please provide a source for any claims you make! Evidence is very important, especially so people can see it for themselves and make their own opinions instead of taking word of mouth. Seeing where something came from is also important for keeping the story of what happened clear, and so people don't repeat any half remembered or bad faith and reworded accounts. Full context is also important, though for the other side, sometimes the full context is still not enough to excuse weirdo behavior.

100%. Stay out of the notes and reblogs and keep anon on, don't invite any unhinged crazies from any side over to you. That's the smart thing to do, is keep some personal distance from all the wacko clown show.

and she SURE DOES all you gotta do is breathe her name and her die-hard simps are breathing down your neck while you just get the fire-hose to spray at them down

lmao oh yeah they been tossing out like only two or three names about me and like fucking dumbasses there are more than that who find you all the most piss-shit annoying and stupid hypocritical fucks grow some originality 😂😂😂

it's 100% encouraged, beta-sigh herself has gone on record on stream AND in her simp discord encouraging the witch hunts. they're literally all desperate for drama and mobbing others

tbh whether im in character or not depends. and idrc that people blocked me first, they were never gonna listen to any sort of reason anyways. they're too lost in the sauce. and thats just the thing, aint no one here actually wants to change their mind. nothing anyone says on a shitty blog will actually make them read and self-reflect. sometimes all you can to is honk a horn directly into their clownish faces. 🤣🤣

I dont debate anyone here. there is no point. the pissbaby crying "debate me!" doesnt want a debate. they want a platform to whinge about what they want to believe is right.

so I say fuck 'em, OOGABOOGABOOGA YOUR MOM IS A DEBATE!!!1!!!11! 🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡

[manlikeazi]

Worth - Niko

Summary: After another heartbreak, Niko tells you he’s done watching you break for someone who isn’t even worth it.

Pairing: Niko x Reader

Genre: Mild Angst/Comfort

Masterlist

The rain had stopped hours ago but the city still smelled like wet pavement and sad stories. You sat on the same worn-out couch in Niko's apartment, your knees hugged to your chest, hoodie sleeves soaked with tears you swore you wouldn't shed this time.

Again.

Niko leaned against the kitchen counter, arms crossed, watching you. Not speaking. Not yet. He'd said enough the last time.

"You're crying again" Niko says, slower now. 

"Is that the only thing he knows how to make you do?" Niko added.

"You don't get it" You said as you wiped your eyes with the heel of your hand.

"I do, actually. More than you think" Niko said.

 "Sorry, I didn't mean to cry again" You said as you wiped your face with your sleeve.

"You say that every time, you know?" Niko said as he raised an eyebrow.

 "I know" You said as you winced.

"You always look like this" Niko said. 

"Red eyes, exhausted. Like someone who's carrying the weight of a love that's already trying to leave" Niko added.

 "It's not that simple" You said as you shifted uncomfortably.

"It is" Niko said as he leaned in. 

"He's an idiot. You know that, right?" Niko added.

Your lip trembles. His voice drops.

The silence that followed wasn't comfortable, it sat between you like a third person, reminding you of how many times this had happened. 

Of how often you came to him like this, ruined mascara, whispered apologies, long pauses where you wished someone would just fix you.

"You fought and broke up again?" Niko finally asked, voice low.

You didn't answer. He took it as a yes.

"Same reason?" Niko asked.

You gave a soft nod. 

"He said I was being clingy. That I overthink. That he's tired of always having to reassure me" You said.

Niko walked over, grabbing a crumpled tissue from the box on the table and gently pressed it into your hand. 

"Let me guess, five minutes later, he posts a reel like he's the perfect boyfriend, yeah?" Niko said.

You laughed through your nose, bitter.

"Something like that" You said.

"You ever get tired?" Niko asked as he sat beside you, but not too close. His warmth reached you anyway.

"Of crying?" You asked as you looked at him.

"No, of staying" Niko said as he looked at you properly then, his eyes tired in a way that wasn't about sleep. 

"You keep carrying his shit like it's your cross to bear. You're always the one left explaining, always the one left... apologizing. For what?" Niko said.

"I don't know" You whispered.

"Nah, you do. You just don't want to say it out loud" Niko said as he shook his head.

You looked down, suddenly six years old again, like you were being scolded, but gently. Always gently, with him.

"You know what pisses me off?" Niko said, voice suddenly rising. 

"We've been friends for years. Thousands of times you were with him. And I can count on one hand how often you've genuinely smiled" Niko said.

You blinked.

"And not those fake little smiles you give when you say, 'I'm okay' I mean real ones. Laughing. Happy. Carefree. That's rare with you. You don't even realize how often you shrink yourself just to make that guy comfortable" Niko said.

"Niko--" You said.

"I'm serious" Niko cuts in, standing now, pacing. 

"You sit here, telling me everything he's done again and again like it's some Netflix drama. But you never change the damn channel" Niko added.

"I love him" You said, voice almost breaking.

"No, you're scared of being alone" Niko snapped. 

"Don't confuse the two" Niko added.

"You deserve someone who looks at you like you're enough. Like you're the win, not the fallback. You keep clinging to him like he's the last guy left on earth. But look around-- there's so many people who'd treat your heart like it's priceless" Niko continued.

Your breath catches.

He's never said it out loud before.

He doesn't flinch.

"I would never waste your love" Niko said.

You stare at him, searching for something in his face. He looks exhausted but not from the day, from you. From years of watching you run into the same burning building.

You blink, slowly. 

"Why now?" You asked.

"Because" Niko said, voice barely above a whisper.

"People throw away what others would kill to have" Niko added.

He looks at you like you are the thing.

You didn't say anything.

He sighed, suddenly quiet again. 

"You ever wonder why it's always me who picks up the pieces?" Niko asked.

"Because you're my best friend" You said as you felt your lips trembled.

"Exactly" Niko said. 

"And that's the curse, isn't it? Being the best friend who sees you for everything you are-- every smart, messy, loyal, complicated, incredible part of you and just has to sit back while someone else treats you like crap" Niko continued.

You looked at him. Your throat closed.

"I don't want to be the one you run to when he breaks your heart. I want to be the one who never would've broken it in the first place" Niko said.

You opened your mouth. Closed it. Opened it again. 

"Niko, I--" You said, but words failed you.

"I know you're not ready" Niko said, softer now. 

"I'm not asking you to choose me. I'm asking you to choose you. For once. Stop settling for someone who throws away the kind of love others would kill for" Niko added.

"You don't have to stay tonight but if you go back to him, don't come crying to me again. I can't keep watching you disappear" Niko said as he stepped back, nodding toward the door.

The room went still.

Your heart felt like it was made of glass.

You stood.

But not to leave.

"I'm tired too, Niko" You said quietly. 

"Of crying. Of pretending. Of wasting all this love on someone who doesn't even know what to do with it" You added.

And slowly, carefully, you took a step toward him.

Then another.

Until there was no space left.

- end -

Hello lovelies, I HOPE this made sense. I'm literally so out of it these days.

I hope y'all have an amazing day, absolute love and guidance.

As I said everytime, send in some request and ideas!!

[hyacinthsdiamonds]

I'm sorry but the irony of Nico calling Max unprofessional is sending me so bad like sir there's an entire garage full of people, who were literally in the trenches trying to survive the Brocedes fallout while just doing their jobs, who might have a few things to say about your (& Lewis') level of professionalism at that time 😭✋️

[ewwww-what]

I’m going to say something extremely neutral. The fantasy high webtoon is made for people who watch the show casually or haven’t seen it, and also for people who don’t care about anyone other than Riz. And that is fine.

[secondpersonpoetry]

you’ve probably already read it before, but the poem Party by Kim Addonizio really got me tonight. first thought was “oh man. yeah” and then my second thought was “how can i make this about my hockey guys somehow………..”anyway! have a good one! 

oh. oh.

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[jumpscaregoose]

I love my girlies (they are 100% legally related and have nothing to hide whatsoever)

[ranger-kellyn]

told myself to take a break from getaway car so i don't burn myself out like i did last year, and of course my brain wanted to go think about my scarlet/violet fic, sooo have some rambling below the read more

like. one of my ideas has always been that i want juliana specifically to have quaxly not just bc he's my favorite starter in that region, but because it turns into quaquaval, a pokemon that is supposed to be known for its dancing abilities. i like to think they're a pokemon that only needs to see a dance once or twice before they've got it memorized.

i love the idea that a huge part of juliana's overall character arc is admitting to herself how much she wants to learn how to dance in some way because of course she happened to pick the pokemon that loves to dance. so she's basically learning alongside her pokemon throughout his evolution stages, mutually gaining more confidence until he's a fully grown quaquaval.

and!! not just him, but probably the three friends as well! it may not be something any of them are really interested in to begin with, but juliana and quaquaval make it a ton of fun. she probably even takes the time to learn an individual dance of some kind with each of them, and is the first to drag anyone to any festivals happening in the cities and towns.

(bc i am who i am) nemona's the first friend juliana ends up dancing with. while juliana quickly realizes how much quaxly likes music, nemona is the one who tells her about how he's going to turn into a pokemon that loves to dance. she mostly just enjoys having fun with them and learning whatever juliana is into. something that really helps juliana come out of her shell, which leads her to opening up to arven and penny around the same time

not 100% sure of styles apart yet but i mean...penny's has to be some nerd dance lol. i also kinda love the idea of arven learning a very formal spanish style dance with them.

idk i just want the core pillars of this story to be something along the lines of, music, song, food, and dance are all forms of love and connection and can be healing and--- AH i just want them to have time to really develop as a friend group throughout the treasure hunt.

[trans-soapberry]

I think the Kirby series deserves another anime, but I struggle to identify what exactly I'd want from a new adaptation. The original is what it is, y'know, I don't feel too strongly like it committed any egregious sins against the franchise. Dedede's characterization... I get the need for a Typical Villain and I don't think there were many good characters (then or now) to get for the mix of Comical and Reliable you need for a serialized show (the way Bowser, Eggman, or Team Rocket worked for their series). It's definitely sad to see him have such a wildly different character that weighs him down the way it does, but I can't think of an Easy Fix. And that doesn't even touch on the way Game Dream/Pupupuland and Anime Dream/Pupupuland differ in their setting, or the way any dub would have to find a way to Exist when people are gonna compare it to the 4Kids dub. Love it or hate it, it was Something, and any dub would have to choose if it wanted to take inspiration or go its own way (both with their own risks). And then you contend with the existence of the anime original characters.

Honestly, I'd probably say my ideal pick would be a Remake (I guess in the vein of Adventure/Nightmare in Dreamland or Return To Dreamland/Deluxe type of update?) Keep the basic characters and story roughly the same, probably tweak the setting so it's a bit more game like, and focus on something that feels similar but takes account of the general series progression and works with that (even if not everything in the game gets adapted, at least picking and choosing from what the games offer)

[kaiserin-erzsebet]

Do you have any tips on doing accurate research for people without access to formal education

Sure! This can't be one size fits all for every field, but I can give some starting points for history.

If you're reading a book, here's what to consider:

1. Are there footnotes or endnotes? In academia this is our way of being transparent with each other about where you got information. If a book doesn't have them, they're more interested in telling a good story than being accountable to their peers. That's a red flag.

2. Don't trust claims that seem very specific but don't have a source. Broad claims can be the author's analysis. But specific things "so and so said this" "there was a rumor that (x)" should be coming from somewhere and it is the author's job to tell you where.

3. Look out for choppy quoting. Even if someone has a source, they may not be using it well. If someone is paraphrasing a lot and only uses bits and pieces of the text while also using a lot of ellipses, you will want to try to find the whole text to make sure it's being quoted fairly.

4. Look at the publication date. Knowledge changes with time and old books tend to be outdated. You don't have to stick to the academic rule of thumb of "25 years is the threshold for new scholarship" but do be aware that if something is over 50 years old, many many people have likely revisited and revised what it's saying. Not that new books can't also be bad and incorrect, but they tend to be working with better tools generally.

5. Look up the author. I cannot stress this one enough. The author's background and political convictions can matter a lot to how they interpret things. For example, one of the biographies people tend to pick up about my dissertation topic is from the late 1920s by a man who later applied to join the NSDAP. That fact really can't be separated from his interpretations no matter how hard people try.

6. Stop reading if someone is making a lot of moral or personal judgements on a historical figure. I'm talking about the "Elizabeth I was a frigid hag and men found her ugly"-esque takes, not things like calling historical atrocities morally bad. Does it feel like bitchy gossip? That sort of thing is unprofessional, uninformative, and means someone has an axe to grind. Spite can be motivation for research, but axe grinding shouldn't show up clearly in published work.

These are things to keep in mind to make sure you're getting better information. Others are free to add on for their field or if there's something I forgot.

One very important thing to add: professors and academics like people emailing them about their research. You can do that! You can ask for copies of pay walled articles. You just have to go through the mortifying ordeal of expressing interest in an email.