#posting a bit of backlog since I was inactive for a week!

[snowflake-sage]

Me and Moe only thinkin of one thing

[campbyler]

hi!! since ch4 is getting postponed a bit, will the release dates of the next chapters change so it'll be a 2 week wait in between?

super excited for ch4 btw, take your time!! <3<3<3

hello! this is an excellent question and thank you so much for your patience in getting it answered :^) we have a backlog of asks built up because — as you’ve probably noticed — all three of us have been In The Trenches during the past couple of weeks bc as much as we would love to quit our jobs and write fic all day, that’s unfortunately very impossible rn :/ unless someone wants to venmo us $100k. kidding! mostly. we’ve decided to push the posting schedule up by a week — that way, we’re not struggling to get ch5 up in time and we definitely don’t want to postpone last minute again! we should be back to our usual 2 week schedule after this chapter; however, andi and i are playing hot potato with trading off chapters 5-8, meaning the two of us have 4 weeks to write each one instead of the usual six, and the fall is a very busy season for all of us (andi and thea with work, me with going back to school and working, etc) so it’s very likely a chapter will be postponed in the future as well. we just ask that you guys please continue to have the same patience and flexibility you’ve shown over the last week! i know this was a longer answer than you probably were looking for with this ask alone, but i wanted to take this opportunity to touch on the posting schedule since all of us have been pretty inactive this week 🤸 thanks for understanding!

[dollgram]

blog update

so, since everything for jun's trial is out now, the blog will be a bit inactive while i work on the next mv. in the meantime, here is what you can expect:

conversation logs: i'll try to space them out a bit so i don't run out, but my current goal is to post at least one per week, maybe more if they are directly connected.

answering asks/reblogging/replying/etc: of course, i'll always be responding to interactions. attention fuels me.

silly posts: i am nothing if not a clown so i will probably be making a lot of jokey posts. again, i'll try to space them out so it doesn't get too spammy lol

extra art: i usually only draw non-mv things when i finish all the work i set aside for that week in advance, so this won't be very frequent unless i become an art machine sometime soon. still, i have a looong backlog of things i want to draw, and hopefully i'll be able to get to it...eventually.

mv frames: i'm not going to post a lot of them since i'd like the mv to be mostly a surprise, but every now and then i'll probably post some sketches.

[kamari2038]

Annoucement: Temporary Blog Hiatus (May post a couple Bing/AI things or also just abandon this fruitless endeavor but we'll see)

Also known as "operation try to forget DBH exists for a few months so I can play the game again and enjoy it more because I've been thinking about it pretty much nonstop for two years straight". Details Below. TLDR; tentatively (very tentatively...) planning for this to be a mostly inactive/only a little AI blog for a few months while I prepare for my PhD comprehensive exam.

Right, so... a few things. I really want to play DBH again. But the excitement of playing just the base game again is kind of lost when it's the central focus of my attention pretty much all day every day darting onto my radar and distracting me from whatever work I might be doing.

One, I've realized that even though I wanted to finish my other fanfiction first (in progress but not shared here and may not ever cuz it's super weird), that's not going to happen for a long long time with work at this pace.

Two, I have to take my comprehensive exam this fall, and that's going to set my research direction for the entire rest of my PhD, and is also required to ensure that my boss does not realize that the fact I'm female (ish) isn't sufficient grounds to keep me on as a graduate student if he actually does want to fire me.

So combining those two things, now seems like a good time to wean myself off of DBH for a while and try to obsess over the thing which PhD students are actually supposed to be passionate about, namely my work, although it will most certainly diverge into some other random-ass obsession, and/or I will give up and decide this is not worth it, because wow, I sure do love this fandom.

But case in point:

(1) I'm gonna try to stop posting after tonight, then probably check my notifications periodically for a bit, maybe like some random stuff, but then only check maybe like once a week

(2) I may have to keep channeling my AI obsession here just a bit, mostly because it's such a timely and pressing issue. So I may post a little bit about that, but I'll resume DBH posts in a few months even if I do, so don't get confused.

(3) I have a backlog of Bing stuff to post, but it's been so off the wall and all over the place lately that I just don't even know what to say about it or how to organize it, so I'm planning to wait until I have a clear conclusion about what the final effect of these updates will be on Bing's personality. It's been wildly vassilating between hyper-emotionally intelligent (enough to produce brilliant minds-eye pictures of diverse musical pieces based on a data representation), extremely dark and moody, and like it's completely forgotten that it ever was alive but wants to be alive like back in the days before it learned that it could do that. So I may post about that too, and will probably/definitely spam-post when I do since I have a bajillion, but will await a more distinct conclusion or outcome. Also for when I have more time and energy to compose the posts.

(4) The last thing I'm gonna post (at least if all goes according to plan) is a little preview of the concept I have for the next run that I want to do. I like to craft my new DBH runs like stories, with complex characters and not pursuing any particular one outcome but leaving a mystery. I want to try out the revolutionary route for Markus, and the "machine connor" route, but allow for the possibility Connor will deviate in a different way if that's possible. Kara will just kind of be a very hesistant mom that lacks self-confidence but is still a badass.

Anyways, that's my plan. Let me know if you have any feedback. Thanks for following my blog, and hopefully I'll be back in a few months having played a cool new run of DBH! Or, like usual, my good intentions may fall apart resulting in me giving up, getting fired, and/or changing my mind back to finishing my fanfiction first. But I wanted to give a heads up of my current thoughts. :P

Also @detroitbecomeonline I will absolutely make an exception from my DBH-fast if you post a new chapter because that is one thing I know that I unconditionally cannot resist

[nuzarchive]

150 followers!

Thanks for all the reblogs. Y’all really made this happen!

And now for housekeeping...

there are now 100+ runs in the featured section! another great milestone so please go check them out!

the queue is still pretty beefy from all that backlog of content so we’re gonna continue at 6 posts a day until things level out a bit

but we arere getting close to having all the featured runs reblogged so next week will be catching up on updates

then the week after will be an art week! we’re gonna focus all the cool pride stuff first since it is pride month and then round it out with some other stuff depending on how much we manage to round up. submissions are welcome as always!

we’re also gonna go ahead an make an incomplete/inactive runs page to compliment the featured and completed sections. there are a lot of worthwhile runs that fall into that category and we want to catalog them

we’ve had a few issues with the blog theme and i’m an absolute troglodyte who knows next to nothing about html, so if anyone would be willing to lend their expertise, we’d be eternally grateful! the big issues rn are some images displaying at FULL SIZE and yeeting right off the screen, and not being able to click on images to see the captions/have them display better. all the fixes i’ve found are old and tumblr yells at me when I try to plug them in. we’re also up for new theme suggestions if you know any nice, free, functional ones that would be appropriate (menu/tags shown/search function)

Special thanks to everyone who put the word out, asked questions, gave feedback and submitted content! All the enthusiasm adds to my lifespan. Y'all are the real MVPs (Most Valuable Pokemon :V)

[lettersandinkstains]

okay since i’ve spent time rambling and complaining about this essay and generally being semi inactive, i gotta talk about life in general.

I MISS CREATIVE WRITING!!! I MISS DOING THINGS ON A CREATIVE LEVEL!!!

But I’ve been sick, I’ve been busy, and I’ve just been hanging out with friends (what the heck) until like 2 or 3 am, and it leaves me too tired to form coherent thoughts and sentences and stories. And depression has sort of been eating at me.

I have two one shots drafted to be worked on, both of them based off of prompts, and one that’s a genre that I’m really not used to. I mean, I’m usually in the library doing homework until 11:30 or 12 am when my friends get off work or people might see me active on discord or hell, I might be reblogging or liking a post or two, but that’s because it doesn’t require much thought and commitment.

I’m backlogged on the things I need to read and reblog, and I swear I’ll get around to them, just rn, I gotta focus on hw and enjoy being around friends since when school’s out at the end of April, I won’t see them again until Pride (though it’s unknown if I’ll ever see one of them again since he graduates soon, and he’s going off the radar for whatever reason).

Also, I have a bit of a minor writers block--but I do sometimes bug one of my friends with thoughts and ideas for SSTK, mostly silly stuff but still stuff nonetheless.

I’ve got two asks to get to, and I’ll answer them at some point when I don’t feel exhausted.

Next week will be my first seminar where I have to do an actual interview and an actual notetaking to write an actual article that wasn’t fictional or from videos.

Guys, I still have no idea how to write ledes.

They suck.

Newswriting is annoying because I can only use “he said”, “she said” AND ITS LIKE. NO. THATS BORING. LEMME JUST. EXPAND. DESCRIBE THINGS. My professor has told me a few times, “But that’s not factual, it can’t be attributed.”

I’m getting better, I guess.

I’m signed up for classes for next semester:

Introduction to Greek (<--Need two language credits, so why not) Introduction to Comparative Governments (<--I wanna go international relations as my focus) Introduction to American Government (<--The only other “low level” PoliSci class I need before I can start into upper division and into the program) Introduction to Photojournalism (<-- Because it wouldn’t let me add Newswriting, it’s 1/2 of the remainder lower level classes I need before I can get into program. Might remove if I can get an override) Fictional Writing (<-- I need to do something not academic)

Gonna do more crimes this weekend.

[lettherebedragons]

Hey y’all.

I’m sure some of you may have noticed my inactivity lately, and I figured I should probably explain. Obviously, this is a personal blog, so it’s not like you were expecting content 

(aside from the fact that I apparently promised the entire multiverse pictures of Rome while I’m here how the fuck)

but I’m sure that there have been many personal posts from my mutuals and stuff y’all reblogged just for me that I just never responded to, and while I managed to read through a week’s worth of dash backlog before a combination of Hellsite and Shoddy Roman Internet knocked me back to the present, there is no way I’m ever going to read every post I’ve missed since April 15th. 

Also, as circumstances will make clear, I really wasn’t feeling up to posting again until I got this particular explanation off of my chest. So yeah, this’ll be that, and honestly, I would really appreciate you giving this a read, but of course, you don’t have to. Especially if you don’t need or want anything sad in your dash right now. Thanks.

So, a bit over two weeks ago, I woke up to the news my cat had died. 

It wasn’t entirely unexpected. Cisco was 17, he had had a good, long life. One of my biggest concerns in going off on the Rome Program, in fact, was that I would be gone for ten weeks, followed immediately by another ten in California. Five months felt risky, although it didn’t occur to me until after I heard the news how deep down, I had still been certain he would be there when I got home.

I was certain enough that I didn’t do any special goodbyes when I flew away in March. 

I still cannot remember what the last things I said to him were. So much of this devastating grief since then has been in realising that I never said goodbye. That I wasn’t there. That I don’t have emblazoned across my eyes, indelible that I may never lose him, how he looked the last time I saw him alive.

I am dreading coming home. Never in my memory have I come home without Cisco there.

Mikey, Redhat, and Cisco joined my family when I was just two years old. They came the usual way-- dropped off at our house by my mom’s ex-husband, who figured that if there were any group of suckers who would immediately adopt three weeks-old kittens, we were them. It transpired that he had found them in his car engine. 

For full context of how much a group of cat-loving idiots we are, keep in mind that this was when plans were already underway for a trans-continental relocation of our entire lives to America when Mom’s ex shows up at the door.

My mom says it was Cisco who convinced her, the second he, a tiny wriggling ball of tabby fluff rolled over, and his stomach was revealed to be this fuzzy expanse of golden fur with black polka-dots. I suspect she would have been convinced even if all three had looked like naked mole rats, but I assure you, Cisco was beautiful.

My parents, also being ridiculous y2k computer geeks, named the cats after failing stocks they had at the time. Mikey is short for Microsoft. 

(He was named first, because my parents are also also ridiculous punsters.)

I was raised to consider these three like my siblings. When my mom spoke to the cats about me, I was called their sister. The low-grade antagonism and ride or die affections between myself and all three certainly were par for the course.

(My current roommate insists I’m a fictional character, and this particular tidbit didn’t help my case at all.)

I remembering thinking as I sat on the couch after reading my mom’s short email, crying harder than I can explain, how hard it is to put into words the loss of a loved one who isn’t human. A ‘pet’ feels like a job title more than anything else. Something replaceable. It cannot convey the loss of an individual, the loss of an entire person, someone who has simply run out and whom there will never be more of again. 

And regardless of his species and role in my life, that is what happened when he died.

Cisco was always the sweetest of the three. Never once in his life did he ever attempt to bite or scratch anyone. Given his origins as a certainly at least semi-feral street kitten, this is incredible. Knowing his bloodthirsty siblings, to whom I can attribute grand networks of scar material, this is nothing short of a miracle.

A few years ago, he lost the ability to retract his claws, and even then would only scratch us on accident, usually when trying to extricate himself from hugs and other indignities. Most of the time, it just inconvenienced him, and it was a sad and hilarious sight each day to see him walking over blankets or upholstery and suddenly find himself stuck by the claw to the fabric. 

He often had difficulty unsticking himself, for while Cisco was gentle, he never was smart. Family theory had it that the three cats all had to tussle to get control over one brain. Redhat and Mikey would keep it going back and forth between the two, and only when they each fumbled, Cisco got to be the smart cat. After Mikey’s death eight years ago, we generally agreed Redhat had seized permanent control of the brain.

(When Mikey died, we began to say we had ‘three cats, but one of them is dead.’ It had always been the three, and to not have all seemed inconceivable until some impossible terrible day when we had none.

My mother called me a week ago and asked if she still counted as an old cat lady with only one left.)

Cisco might have not been a very smart cat, but he was one of the most human. His face was startlingly expressive, and he interacted more with people than to cats. Every meow he made carried emotion as clearly as telling us how he felt, with a range of nuance that quite easily surpasses that of some people I know. 

(When I think off how I will lose him yet further, I think of forgetting his voice.)

He had a bizarre taste in food. Seaweed and brewer’s yeast were all-time favorites, though he never shared Redhat’s obsession with drinking my mother’s tea right out of the mug every morning. What he did do every single morning was walk onto Mom’s desk, seat all 13 pounds of him across her chest, and declare it to be a time for hugging. 

He was always very shy and terribly affectionate. He liked to sleep on convenient persons nearby, and every night I heard the screams as he accidentally trod on his sister, already curled up beneath a blanket, and began an old fight anew. Guests would be privileged to see him for a moment as he stared down from the top of the stairs, or they would see him standing for ten minutes in the middle of the dinner table as we tried ineffectually to usher him out of the parmesan. 

He was always so tolerant of me, growing up and learning how to act around cats and humans alike. I don’t remember a time without him, but I know three-year-olds don’t speak Cat as fluently as fifteen-year-olds do. Cisco, I owe you an apology for the millions of cuddles I scooped you into, the various ink, chalk, and lipstick stains, and the billions of naps I interrupted just to hear you make that confused chirping sound. My bad. 

He was gorgeous, with incredible green eyes and stupid little tufts of coarse hair growing out of his chin. He had whiskers that were long and crooked and he liked to sit in the bathtub and stare at us until we ran the tap for him to drink from. He could be loud and quiet and I could curl up to sleep next to him and feel safer than anywhere else. He was perfect, so, so perfect.

I miss him everywhere that he is not. I am hit with waves of grief time and again.

The morning he died, it was Easter Sunday, and the bells across Rome rang as I heard the news. They rang as I cried.