#thank you for this! it was really fun to answer :3

[signanothername]

Sorry if this is a dumb question, but, like, is your nightmare atleast... Good in close combat Or like... He can get knocked out easily?

With "close combat" I mean that he can't use His tentacles and, and he's gotta punch and kick and the only thing he can have with him that won't trigger the conditions of the term of "close combat" is a knife or smth like that

Btw, you're very talented, and I love reading your comics, seeing your drawings and the way you explain your interpretation of each character everytime someone wants to know anything about them <3

(I saw your post and I'm kinda worried for murder lmao, did he get his ass wooped after saying that?)

Not at all this is a very good question actually!

And the answer is no, he absolutely sucks at close combat, my Nightmare has a problem with his legs, so using them in violent/ aggressive activities is absolutely out of the question, he can use his hands just fine but even if his legs weren’t giving him trouble, he never truly fought close and personal ever in his life, so he lacks the skills and experience, he mostly keeps his distance, he can get close sometimes, but only if he’s planning on a quick retreat to a distance again

He heavily relies on his tentacles, aura, and shapeshifting abilities in combat, he’s really fast too, so even if someone got close he can easily dodge and put distance again, but he never actually goes for close combat ever, and I try to show that when Nightmare gets weakened enough to not be able to use his tentacles or move much out of the way Nightmare immediately tries to rely on underhanded tactics to get out of trouble

And thank youuuuu, super happy to know! <3333

(Funny enough I actually have two pages after that I made, but they were for fun in my corner of “never sharing this” but since you asked, I might as well share them, they both absolutely got punished unfortunately for them shdhhdhdh)

[norikuna]

So fun how you write Geto, I would love any fic or headcanon post for him? If you take requests?

i'm answering this two months late i'm so sorry 😭 but yess <3 i love him, please have some random, nonsensical headcanons for boyfriend!geto

if you leave food around him, it's gonna be gone. you once brought home a specialty cake, placed it in the fridge, and it somehow went mysteriously missing. geto even has the audacity to look you in the eye and say 'damn, who ate that thing?" while there's still vanilla buttercream crumbs over his mouth

once got so hammered he sang the sailor moon opening during karaoke and vehemently denied it the next day

any time you text him 'pick me up' he's always got some attitude about how he's not your uber, but still shows up in like ten minutes because yes he really does love you

loves staying up late, but will be so confused by you waking up early. you sent him a good morning text at 7am, and he replied at 7:01 with a 'never text me this early again. good night.'

on those rare occasions that he drinks, he gets annoyingly giggly and affectionate. once drunkenly declared 'i have the prettiest girlfriend in the whole world' and immediately planked out on the pavement.

actually falls asleep really easy. always claims he's just resting his eyes but he's dozing off in two minutes tops. you've learnt to just throw a blanket over him at this point.

geto becomes a sad victorian child when he's sick or injured, 'please take me out to the gardens one more time' 'my love, i fear this is the end of me.' (its just a mild cold)

he'll grab things from high shelves for you, but at a price. he'll always hold it out of reach and asks 'what do we say?' or 'whats the magic word?' until you pay him sufficient thanks and compliments

randomly breaks into the bit i fear. you've seen geto whip out a cockney british accent for no reason at all sometimes, "oi, what's all this then?"

when you first started dating, he claimed he wasn't whipped for you, but he has 100% waiting outside a store for you despite the fact that you were taking ages. gojo once quipped 'damn you're just her little errand boy now, huh?' and geto chased him around with a stick for an hour

[zepskies]

Oh you got that right. 🥲 It was a bit stressful, and though I didn't want to admit it, a bit scary too. But I made it out of the procedure with flying colors and am already on the mend! (Yep been dealing with this medical issue since May of last year, but I so appreciate you for those well wishes 💓💓💓)

ahaha your question did not seem like a request, no worries!! I just decided the HC format was the best way to "answer" your question, so why not! For you, I didn't mind one bit. 😘

On this I love getting your insights as a barista -- with Dean I sense a coffee chop au a' brewin'. 😝 And a cookie butter latte sounds amaaaazing! 🤤 (Oh I miss Beau too!! I appreciate you in advance for the reread on TMH. I wanna get back into writing those two 💞)

"what the fuck is oat milk" lmfaoooo 😭 that is probably what he'd say though 🤣 (also i feel like you would not be able to explain that oat milk makes the drink creamier because that man would have an array of jokes to make 💀) but cold brew would be a great choice for him! especially with the higher caffeine percentage lol.

lmfaoo yeah there's no way you're gonna be able to explain that creamy ratio to Benny boy, unless you want a host of disgusting ad libs to go with it. 🤣

also fun fact, i actually do have a regular customer named russell who orders a flat white 🤣 except he gets his with a lot of white chocolate. like a lotttttttt, it concerns me a bit but i'm just there to make the drinks loll

Omg really?! That's too funny loll. Maybe if he's cute you can slip your number in along with that extra white chocolate. 😏

you are the absolute sweetest alex!!💗💗 i started out my day by waiting outside of work for forty minutes in the cold rain because my supervisor was late, and it had only gone downhill from there. but this? not only did it cheer me up but it truly warmed my heart <3 sorry to get sappy on the timeline lol, but you genuinely put in so much thought and effort in your responses, even to all my silly little questions :') i appreciate you very much friend <3 and i'm glad it was a fun question! i was worried it wouldn't make much sense, i was rushing to type it out on my lunch break 😭

Ughh omg that sucks!! I'm so glad this little batch of HCs could turn your day around, hun. Seeing you pop up in my inbox gave me something to take my mind off just laying in my bed all day, so thank you! 💗 I don't like to do things half-heartedly, so if an idea hooks me, I want to give it my full attention.

And it made perfect sense! It's fun to imagine these guys doing domestic everyday things like what they'd order for their coffee fix. Thank you again btw for having Midnight Espresso in mind!! There's a reason why an espresso mug is now part of my blog banner. 😘☕

hiiii, i hope your friday is going well lovely 💞💞 :) how has your week been?💕

i’m currently stuck at work and it’s beeeeeen quite the day already, but you always cheer me up so i have a random question :p

i’m thinking about the scene when dean tried cafe con leche in the midnight espresso-verse (also i’m a barista loll🥲), and he was pleasantly surprised, so it has me wondering;

if they were to get something besides plain coffee, what do you think dean/ben/beau/russell would like to drink if they ordered at a coffee shop?

i always love to hear any and all your thoughts 🙂‍↕️🤍

Hello my lovely! 💞💞 I actually am in recovery this week after having a surgical procedure yesterday, so I'm finally getting a chance to catch up on my TBR reading and the shows I've had on my watchlist. 🤪

Ooh introducing Dean to Cuban espresso was the scene that inspired that whole fic of Midnight Espresso, and ultimately turned it into a whole series of Dean x plus-sized Latina fun!! lol

This is such a fun question though!! You as a barista probably know way more about coffee than I do, but here's my take on these guys' orders...

HEADCANON: What Dean Winchester, Beau Arlen, Soldier Boy (Ben), and Russell Shaw would order at a coffee shop. ☕

Dean Winchester

Why, an espresso of course! 🤎

Cram that little cup full of sugar, and you've got Dean hooked on a heavy-hitter fix that'll keep him up during long research sessions. (It also gives you the opportunity to distract him from said research, give him a taste of another steamy fix. 😘❤️‍🔥)

Beau Arlen

Ooh I feel like he'd protest at first and claim to solely drink Americanos, but he's a basic latte guy.

Hit him with some caramel or hazelnut, and he's happy. But you could also hook him into being a little adventurous with a pistachio or "brown sugar" latte lol. Like most things, Beau is willing to try almost anything once. 😉

Soldier Boy (Ben)

So he's definitely going to be thrown by all the modern selections of coffee. (i.e. "What the fuck is oatmilk?") And how the hell can you get milk out of cashews and almonds?

All the health crazes, "drip" coffee, and milk alternatives are definitely going over his head, or he's mocking them. ("Save that pussy drink for Hughie." 💀)

But one thing he might go for, other than a black coffee, is a nice cold brew, hold off on too much foam -- can't be getting the milkstache, now can he? But he'll like it even better if you make it "Irish." 💚

Russell Shaw

Last but certainly not least, we have Russell! I don't think he's picky about his coffee, considering he probably drinks a lot of free motel coffee. lol

But! I think he'd appreciate a nice flat white at a proper café. It's more robust than a normal cappuccino and less milk, so he'd argue that he's getting more "bang for his buck." 😂

AN: @wvffles Hope you liked this little headcanon, friend, and that it cheers you up! I LOVE me some coffee, so this question with the guys was really fun to contemplate. 😘☕

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[riding-the-sunset-bird]

Hey!

Since I started playing August last year I'd been lurking on the reddit (since I don't have an account) and always found the posts of the person who was writing "what choices determine Cove's X" so insightful and loved reading them

recently, i played the baxter DLC (still am not over it, it's my most favourite thing ever; i just love our pepe le pew) so I spent a lot of time on the reddit just reading up about him and what others thought bcs i LOVE deep analysis on characters that I've liked and I stumbled upon a bunch of your comments (which again, loved reading!) and I put a name to the comment

found the same username on tumblr and simultaneously found out you were the one who goes into the games files and wrote those posts I loved so, AH! Hi!

hahah my 'fangirling' and backstory aside, right after I played Baxter's DLC I felt like I didn't understand the reasons behind his actions? I know everyone talks about how he has self-worth issues and wanted to just be a memory but I don't get how that all correlated to completely detatching and not wanting to be a part of MC's life? Like did he care at all? If he didn't, why keep your number and the gift you gave him in one of the memories (Sightseeing?). But if he did care, how did he so easily at the beginning distance himself professionally? AND THEN REMINISCE ON ALL OUR MEMORIES TOGETHER BUT GO BACK TO PROFESSIONAL; LIKE WHAT WAS THE INTENTION

I feel like it is such a stupid question since it seems like everyone else gets it and the game explains it so many times but I just did not get it 😭

so if you could! could you help me understand it a little better? (and if you have talked about it before, no pressure to rewrite it all here I'd happily read another post of yours about it if you could kindly link it!)

i hope that makes sense haha, hope you have a lovely day and genuienly THANK YOU for what you do with your blog! its so great and even if you don't answer this ask i will LOVE reading everything you still put out!

-jaycee <3

*ahem*

Firstly--AAAAAAA >//////<

Thank you so much!! I do my best to help out so people can understand the code, and at times I just see it as something fun for me. So, when people enjoy them as well, it makes me so happy~

Also, I'd be delighted to answer your questions about Baxter! His DLC is absolutely packed so I get that sometimes it's hard to absorb it all. You asking someone for "help" and wanting to understand (rather than simply giving up or writing the DLC off) is admirable, honestly, not something to feel stupid about!

For me personally, I do believe that there are layers to it, and I'll try to do things in a different enough way/simplify them linearly in case that might help. Included will be quotes from the game to help things flow best.

All that said, let us now go on this journey into Baxter's mind together! ᕕ(ᐛ)ᕗ

(note that this got so long that I put a TL;DR/summarized version at the end, I just thought it was important to go into as much as possible; I also have a Reddit comment here that has a smaller/quoteless explanation)

Childhood and Early-to-Mid Teens

Let's take this chronologically. Picture a young Baxter Alexander Ward all the way back in Golden Grove. He's a rich boy with rich parents, and by rich, we're talking really rich. What already is so much to an adult is virtually limitless in the mind of a child, and it earns him a certain reputation amongst the population. Everyone knows the name of the Mr. and Mrs. Ward's only child, and it makes him extremely popular.

However, that doesn't mean he has true company, especially as his neighborhood situation is quite the opposite from the MC of either Our Life version, who are given one or two easily-accessible friends depending on the game.

"The land my family home was built on… I suppose you could call it somewhat remote. It's a fair-sized estate, situated a little ways off from the rest of the town. So, until I moved into college dorms, I'd go as far as to say that I'd never had neighbors before."

In other words, there's no one around his age nor does he have a sibling to play with. This isn't a big deal at first, given that he's young, innocent, and raised where anything he wanted was in his parents' budget. He's expected to act a certain way, certainly, but he can't understand the idea of needing anymore than what he has: he's the cute rich boy that has "everything" and that every kid wants to be close to.

So much so that it gives him an ego about it.

"What I do distinctly recall is that as a child I unequivocally thought I was better than other people. That those who met me were lucky, and I could pick anyone I wanted as company. The onus was on everyone else to impress. "If someone was boring or maybe I just didn't like the colors they were wearing that day, I could find a new playmate, easily. After all, I had the most to offer. "Naturally, what I was 'offering' was what my parents had. A big, cool house, exciting outings, the best toys. It wasn't until I was eleven or so when I developed my first stable friends. They might not have been rich like me, but they had their own charms. Those ties couldn't be replaced."

"I loved it when they would come and visit; there was scarcely anything better. They never got over their sense of awe, and I ate it up."

"Becoming attached to other people, especially those people, made me realize what I'd believed wasn't true. And it was so obvious. They were wonderful. I felt things I never had before. "All it took was being who they were. It didn't matter what their parents did. No fancy venue could top genuine comradery with their company. "And for whatever reason, I was in the club, and I was happy. The person who was lucky to be there was me. "I had wanted my friends to feel the same way towards me. To have that kind of incredible effect on another person for no reason other than that I was Baxter."

Thus, the confident boy Baxter sees in the mirror everyday, like a framed painting of the kind of person everyone wants to be, becomes distorted. Kids didn't flock to him because he was "Baxter," but because he was a rich boy who could wow them. He felt that even the friends he did manage to acquire only hung out with him because they were lovely people, because they also were not immune to being awed by his rich boy things, and because he got lucky.

Qiu - who's part of his friend group - being his first crush likely doesn't help matters. It's no longer about his own personal satisfaction, where he shows off and the kids involved do little more than stroke his ego; now there are kids who are the ones offering him something, and it's something he didn't even know he was missing.

This begins the initial spark of self-worth issues for Baxter, and it's a spark that snowballs as time goes on. He doubts himself, he doubts his ability to make his friends happy in the way that they make him happy, and he - when he's fourteen - goes so far as to doubt the impression something as simple as his hair gives off.

"The generous might say I could count it as black, or that it was 'black in the right light' as my parents placatingly put it. "The fact of the matter is that it's a dusty gray."

"Who would notice a color that wasn't exactly black? And why would they care, even if they did? "Me. I noticed. I noticed and it bothered me, so I dyed it. "Was it something I wanted only for my own preference, or was it because I believed if I saw it as an imperfection then that meant everyone else did? "Probably the latter."

(note that this is around the time that an MC might meet him in Soiree and potentially become his second crush)

So now you have a double-edged sword of sorts where Baxter wants to be good enough as he is, yet is actively covering up the parts of himself that he deems as flaws to be corrected.

In trying to craft this "perfect/better" version of himself, he's created a scenario in which he cannot win. Even if said version could make people happy, he is still not the real version of himself and goes on believing that any amount of joy he does create isn't even "him" doing it anyway.

This is already excluding the fact that his parents are *:･ﾟ✧ garbage ✧･ﾟ:* who always wanted him to act a particular way, and he knew they'd take issue with him if they didn't raise him personally.

"They understand care through the lens of control and protection. That's been their way ever since I was young. In that sense, they treat me no different from a child. "But, of course, they are quiet, educated, esteemed, and a tad old. As is their company, most days. That's not the environment to act as a kid. "That meant I've always been expected to behave with the maturity of someone their own age, or perhaps even older, somehow. "A bit of a paradox, isn't it? Do everything as an adult would while getting the respect an infant does."

"They're family and I'm their son. That is what matters at the end of the day, blood related or not. "I'm thankful for that as well. "Now, if I wasn't the boy they raised together in any capacity, then there would be problems."

Even the air of sophistication he has comes from his upbringing (though he's at least made that his own). There's the Baxter he actually is, the Baxter his parents expect him to be, and the Baxter he's trying to build up for himself to be someone he thinks can make those he cares for happy, all things that he tries to deal with himself as if that's at all manageable or healthy for him.

To the surprise of no one, things still aren't perfect. Without a trust that his friends like him simply because they like him, he doesn't realize - or refuses to contend with - the truth of the situation, and the age gap between them starts causing difficulties.

"I was older than all of them. As sheltered as I was, I got along better with kids not quite my own age. Immature as always, hm? "Life changed fast then, and the years between us became more noticeable with every day. I never reached a point where I felt like I knew what I was doing before suddenly, it was as if I didn't belong with them anymore. "That they didn't have time to keep me around with the differences in our schedules and priorities. And I accepted that. So, the friendships ended. We stopped talking as young teens, and I haven't even seen them since I left for college in 2015. "I thought they mattered to me, but when have I done anything for them? Why did I deserve to be liked and included when all I did was want that to happen and abandon them when it didn't?"

Now we're getting closer to the white-and-black-haired Baxter we know as, at the time he leaves Golden Grove, he's just one year away from his visit to Sunset Bird and simultaneously no closer to knowing what he's doing. He's broken off from his old, cherished, and only significant friend group, and now he's all the way on the other side of the country in Virginia by himself.

He's still chaotic, still kindhearted, yet has no clue that he deserves to have the kind of companionship he longs for. In the year of him being at college, he fails to make those kinds of connections, whether intentionally or otherwise.

"Instead, you could say I don't have many friends. I spend the majority of my time on my own, though I do attend parties and other gatherings when I am able. "I do not have anything quite similar waiting for me there. Don't feel bad about that. "It is only to be expected. I did move across the country. It is a fairly common phenomenon for those of us who do. I'm a regular fish out of water, if you will."

"It hasn't been easy to find anyone to reminisce with, not for a while. But then again, I only developed a sentimentality once I'd gone off to college. "I was too young and proud for that sort of matter before then. There wasn't anything in my life to harbor much sentimentality for. I suppose leaving was the catalyst. Isn't it always? "But once that part of my mind had developed, there wasn't anyone around to share the emotions with. My classmates and I… we don't have that kind of relationship."

His parents are also just as controlling as ever, only allowing him to enjoy his semester off from college under their rules and in a place they personally chose and are comfortable with. Baxter, who had no interest in going home to Golden Grove and thus agrees to the terms, can only make himself comfortable by finding his own ways of having fun, such as renting a car despite being underage.

"At a minimum, I can honestly say that I wish that I missed it, if that makes sense. I don't know how you feel about your hometown particularly, but you should at least be able to appreciate that I spent all of my youth there. "I'm not so jaded as to totally discount the place, far from it. But anything I liked about my home wasn't exactly exclusive to that locale. The US is a big country, and there are plenty of beautiful things to see wherever you go. "I've experienced enough to know that much, at least. So no, I don't miss it. And I won't be going back. "If my parents wish to see me, they'll have to be the ones visiting where I am.

"Mother and Father agreed to me vacationing on my own, but under the condition that they would have the choice of where I stayed. "California being fairly close by, and Sunset Bird being so quaint, not to mention our prior excursions to the area, they concluded that this was the easiest way to keep me out of trouble."

Basically, it's all going back to his line about expecting him to behave as an adult whilst treating him like a child. He's permitted to vacation by himself but only in a town as "boring" as Sunset Bird where there would naturally be very few teenagers around his age. His streak for being a bit of a rebel reflects that.

What he doesn't expect is to meet a new group of people and the MC in particular, who unintentionally challenges his negative view on himself.

Step 3

From the very beginning, Baxter takes immediate interest in the MC and Cove, wanting to make one of those "blissful, temporary relationships" that will last the summer. Already, we have something of note, which is the 50/50 success rate he ended up having: MC and Terry were all for the absurdly friendly monochrome man that swooped into town, whereas Cove and Miranda were more hesitant (and thus didn't spend as much time with him) because his directness tended to put them off.

"I care a great deal about what I say and that it makes the correct impression. Yet I am not always successful. My approach is off, really."

"Now, this may be a complete shock to you, but… I've been told that I can come across as a bit too forward. I know. It can be hard to believe. My intent is to be open with people so we can connect. It almost never works out that way, though. I've had to come to terms with the fact that I don't possess a knack for making friends. "It was obnoxiously easy when I was a child. Especially due to that aforementioned big, cool house. But now I keep finding myself at a loss for how to do it. With the hit-or-miss endeavor, the vast majority of the time I come up with a miss."

"And I've never been in a stable, long-term relationship. They've all been brief, and varying levels of disastrous."

Put more simply, Baxter knows what he wants but doesn't understand what people want out of him (believing more that they don't want him at all). On some level, he's flying blind and simply does what he can to put his best foot forward, not wanting to miss opportunities when they present themselves to him. He's someone who likes seeing people thrive and enjoy themselves, and it's even better if he knows that he caused it.

"I live for approval."

Thus, as the "perfect summer tourist" who wants to vacation and have a fun time with those that he can, he seeks to do everything possible to make it memorable. That doesn't mean that he goes out of his way to do things he doesn't want to or portray himself as this person who doesn't even resemble who he actually is, but he puts on an air of not having any flaws that would cause him to be any form of burden to others.

This is even excluding the parallel of a group of four friends that he's involved with yet feels distant from or like he doesn't belong in at the same time; history repeating itself and what not, though in his case it's more like a self-fulfilling prophecy, emphasized by the possibility of him asking the MC out on a summer fling.

"I don't care about what label you'd choose to put to it. I could be your boyfriend, or nothing at all. "And you can also change your mind without consequence, if you find out it's not what you imagined further down the line."

Baxter gives the MC every out he can to make things as convenient as possible for them, not only so that the relationship isn't serious and they don't have to worry about it, but so they can break it off whenever they wish. He knows full well that even the person he's presenting himself as won't please everyone and sets everything up so he can almost anticipate the ending if the MC gets bored with him because he fails to impress.

He's interested in them, attracted to them, and feels that he'll enjoy their company, but he only thinks he can do the same on the short-term; that small amount of time where people are still learning about one another where little else is hoped for beyond good things.

Another way of looking at it is based on Baxter's view of control.

"It might not surprise you to know that I can be a touch… particular. I know the importance of coherence, with individuals acting in a well-coordinated fashion. And I like things to function well-for systems to operate smoothly. "I confess, you could call me controlling, at times. Not with people, but with processes. Especially when it comes to enacting plans. I'd much rather act under my own steam than follow someone else's lead. "I'm only flexible with the personal, not the business, aspects of life."

His relationship with the MC is, on some level, a process. It's something for him to carefully plan out and calculate to make it the best he can for them. Getting more personal would involve him revealing the parts of himself that he finds distasteful and believes the MC will as well.

Of course, he doesn't anticipate growing attached to them, which brings in the "risk versus reward" aspect. This can be seen when Baxter initially agrees to have drinks with the MC in the morning that he hates so much, where the safe option would be to simply postpone until another day, except he wants to spend time with them as soon as possible.

In that respect, it's not unlike him struggling to decide on the type of ice cream he'd like.

"My problem is this: I'm unsure if I should get a dessert that's to my usual taste. If I do, I'd be certain to enjoy what comes from the ice cream truck. That would be nice. "But, on the other hand, this may happen only once. Perhaps it'd be more rewarding to get something new, an option that would be challenging to find in a common store. "Which will add more to the experience? Indulgence or novelty? I want to make the right choice."

However, his risks don't end up panning out well in his mind because he's unable to get past something so minor as forgetting his wallet, when all he and the MC had planned to do was have a nice time at a cafe in Drinks. In his mind, the Baxter he's trying to present had failed, and what else can he do at that point (under his perceived logic) but do what he remembers worked from childhood?

"It's a question of knowing the right people who know the right people. We could have even had full backstage access with the main cast if I'd asked. "I do try not to lean on that kind of thing too much, if you can believe me. I appreciate it might not look like it now. You could say it's a means for me to preserve my sense of independence. It's easy to be popular if you can foot the bill, and I don't want that to be what draws others to me. "But after all that, here I am, leaning on the same old crutch. Nothing has changed since I was six."

"I suppose that was part of the issue. I didn't consider myself appealing enough as a person to be worth the time. So, I wanted the support of an exciting or interesting backdrop for meetups. "But… it shouldn't matter that much where you are if you enjoy who you're with."

Baxter expects perfection out of himself in the same way that his parents expected things out of him, and the limitations follow accordingly. He wants little more than the MC's presence and it is up to him to "repay them" for it. When he was a child, he was the one everyone else had to impress, and now it's the other way around: he has to impress those he wants to be around.

Except he's only human, and aiming to be the perfect person for the MC all summer simply isn't feasible, which he takes with every ounce of criticism one can imagine.

"This whole situation… it's asinine. I haven't known you long enough to be causing this kind of trouble. I'm quite literally a stranger. And I won't even be here long enough for that to change. As welcoming as you all are here, that can't be forgotten. "This was-I was-only ever supposed to be a part of the fun. A worthwhile piece of summer scenery. Someone who added to the experience, not held it back. You shouldn't have to baby me! To sit there and spend your time making me feel better when I don't keep it together. "The mess I am in the mornings, the drama I cause in the evenings: the person I am when the show is over. Those aspects shouldn't be any of your concern. I don't provide that support to you, do I? And how could I when I don't know you? "No. It's not fair to make you worried or, worse, guilty over what happens to me. What matters is that when we're together it's for the pleasant parts of existence. The less ideal shades of life can be managed separately. "That's all I wanted."

Two things to note as well is that he'll say all of the same dialog even if he and the MC have experienced Hang or Planning (where Baxter can comfort them), and there's a dialog path in Sightseeing (i.e: the moment most players will play first) where he'll openly say that he hopes they count for "more than strangers."

(He's additionally rejected the idea that he knows the MC despite relishing every given opportunity to listen to the MC babble about even the most mundane things.)

So not only will he deny to himself that comforting the MC was worth enough to count (or unintentionally block it from his mind), but when it comes to things becoming more personal, suddenly he's "just a stranger/near-stranger." The MC can be comforted when they need it but not him, and he's just some nobody tourist when it comes time to put any value on himself...

whether that be the simple things like driving everyone around, to the stuff that takes effort to notice like him seeing that the MC wanted to ride in the passenger seat, to the more complex like literally saving Miranda's entire birthday party.

"I couldn't have devised a more pleasant way to spend my time here, even if I tried. And to be frank, I have tried. I didn't come to Sunset Bird totally devoid of any plans or ideas. "You and your friends have invited me to participate in an event with great significance to you. It's a profound gesture to show to a relative stranger. "When it's over, and I'm long gone from here, I hope you can all look back on this party for years to come-maybe for the rest of your lives-and treasure the memory. "And if I am a part of that memory, then that is satisfaction enough. Though perhaps I'm in danger of giving my contribution too much credit."

A hypocrite (I say this affectionately, I swear) of the highest order; there are rules for himself and no other rules for everybody else. The things he does are never enough whereas everyone else does plenty by simply existing and giving him the time of day.

Leaving the way he does with no contact and little hope of seeing each other again is the inevitable result of the process he'd put together for his time with the MC and his summer at Sunset Bird. From the beginning, he's had a time frame to keep to, an intent to not get attached, an expectation that no one would get attached to him, and an idea that he would leave as little more than a memory.

"Only lately it's been different. Incredibly different. I almost worry my luck won't last. It will all be over soon. "I wish… I could stay."

Except he does get attached, just as the MC gets attached to him (in what he can admit in Step 4 is the most stable relationship he's ever been in), and now all the control he feels he had goes out the window. That's why he has the potential to get upset if the MC keeps pushing his buttons by questioning him.

"I would've preferred it to have been an enjoyable time having my company while I happened to be here, that was the intention. It seems I've ruined that on the whole. I accept the blame for that. If I had behaved better this wouldn't have come to a close on such an abhorrent note. "However, I am not an irreplaceable part of your life. I was a tourist, a novelty. And now I'm not even that. So don't bother with this."

To him, everything is so obvious: he got "lucky" getting to hang out with his Golden Grove friends, who were simply so nice that they continued bothering with him at all despite his flaws. Considering how that ended, he expected the same where no one would bat an eye if he left.

The MC trying to hang onto what they have isn't a sign that he had done anything right, but that the MC is being their sweet, considerate self in thinking about him. He's had at least five years of criticizing himself, of trying to make people happy yet downplaying it when he does, that everything the MC says goes in one ear and out the other.

"I heard you then and each reasonable suggestion to salvage the situation, but I brushed you off as if you were the one being dramatic. Or that you were lying."

At some point between having his Golden Grove friend group to now, his priorities had changed. He'd given up on having true value to people and instead focuses on creating moments (an appropriate word to use given how the game works) with them. It's a natural progression from not believing he's important to not believing he could ever possibly be.

Even basic traits he does have that one will likely see as something to adore, he won't attribute to himself.

"Now, I do admit, though, that isn't what one might call a grand love story. It's simplicity itself. "I'm not the most romantic or sentimental person in the world. I know that can be at odds with my formality, yet it's the way I am."

He'll say he's not romantic nor sentimental while being one of the most romantic and sentimental people in the game, so either he's unaware of it or refuses to associate positive words like those with himself. On the flip side, he can falsely associate others with credit for things they've done without acknowledging the finer details that might negate his point.

For example, in the Wedding DLC, Baxter gives so much credit to Cove for "staying" and "trying" without understanding that Cove didn't have a choice on whether to stay or leave the MC initially due to still being a child (who absolutely would have left and in fact did try to leave in the Step 1 DLC). He's also one of the few characters who doesn't consider Cove "clingy," probably because he's just as clingy if not more so.

By unknowingly projecting his self-hatred onto the MC's view of him, he's come to the idea that the MC has already gotten as much out of the relationship with him as possible without things completely falling apart, and daring to want anything further is his own self-interest/ego getting to him.

It's even to the point of deciding that everything is his fault if the MC kissed him in Planning when they weren't dating.

"I must apologize for that. I shouldn't have done it. Even at the time I knew I shouldn't have. That was a bad idea. One that only managed to complicate our relationship further. "I shouldn't have involved you in more of my selfishness."

So his conclusion in the Step 3 ending is that he's lost no matter what and genuinely cannot comprehend the idea that he had done anything right for the MC to want to stay in contact with him.

If the MC contently accepts separating from him, then that proves to him that he isn't someone worth sticking around for. If they instead get upset or want to stay in touch, then he has somehow done something wrong in the way he went about things and presented himself. It all goes back to being a scenario he's set himself up not to win.

"In short, what I'm saying is that I'm a fraud in all regards. You can't take any of it seriously, including what color my hair is."

"I don't deserve to have that kind of relationship with another person. That's why. I don't contribute anything. "Maybe I can impress others for a time, but how do you go beyond that? I can't say what it means to be significant as a person, to be irreplaceable. "And since I don't have the answer, I certainly wasn't going to assume I'd do it by accident. What does it take to add value to someone simply just by being there? I tried, but I never knew. "In my eyes there's a world of humans living freely among one another, while every connection I create is so fragile. If I make the wrong step I might hurt them, or be hurt myself, and if it's strained at all it will break entirely."

The sad part of it is that it makes sense, in a way. The things he did for the MC - baring perhaps that damned chocolate fountain - were almost effortless to him. He wanted to do them, so why would he think he did anything special?

One of the very few times he's willing to talk in any way bad about another is only if the MC uses Jude and Scott's relationship as a reason for why they could keep in touch. That's when his cynical side comes out.

"Of course, my rather reasonable prediction is that it will not last. Most relationships don't."

As things were that summer, Baxter viewed the MC as someone he would love to know, but not someone who wanted to know him because he doesn't think he's likable; that the slightest inconvenience to them - to anyone - would make him not worth keeping in touch with any longer. The MC also has friends who have been around longer than him, and he's never considered that he could have any role amongst them.

Tempting fate was never his intention, yet that's exactly what he does in believing they'll never meet again, drawn together as if the longing makes them magnetic to each other.

Step 4

As is standard with the inevitable passage of time and growing older, Baxter is slowly finding himself and improving as a person over the five years that he and the MC are apart. Some things change and others stay the same, whether for better or worse.

Though, any positives aren't particularly noteworthy to Baxter himself.

"I can say that I've improved some talents over the years and found a less eye-catching sense of style, but for anything meaningful there's been no growth."

Due to his self-worth issues, he never thinks what he does is good enough and is wholly focused on where he's yet to improve upon, even though he is fully aware about the parts of himself he has worked on.

"You don't need to worry. I'm not quite as sensitive as I used to be about mistakes. I will survive this, pride as wounded as it may be from these trials and tribulations."

"Part of the tragedy of adult life is learning to roll with the punches, so to speak. I suppose I should be proud of the fact that I can at least handle it much better than when I was younger. "Thinking about what kind of panic a younger Baxter would have been thrown into at the prospect of a missing shirt on an important day-"

Under that lens, it doesn't matter what he does or how he deals with the issues he feels are a burden to himself and/or others; there's always an asterisk - that he's attached to them - to act as a "yes, but..."

"I'm fortunate that thanks to my upbringing I happen to be well acquainted with formality and what it takes to authentically achieve it for an event. It's a unique kind of direct experience to wield. "Additionally, I deal well with the high level of control and detail-work one must take in a stressful event. "When it comes to work, I absolutely can make decisions. It's only in my personal life where I lack conviction. "And that's most suited in bursts with different people rather than a long-term position in a consistent group. You can easily get sick of someone who needs everything to be 'just so'."

Similar to the weddings he involves himself with as he graduates and gets a career as a wedding planner, there is an ideal final product to work towards, but one he could never conceivably be happy with because he's already starting from a place of seeing himself as someone worthless as an individual. It shapes said final product into something entirely unrealistic, never mind completely unachievable.

As for figuring out a life for himself, that goes hand-in-hand with where he ultimately chooses as his first place to live: Prism Vista City, which Mr. "Definitely Not Sentimental" ends up getting attached to.

"This, ahem, particular location was intended to be only a starting point. I was coming from the complete other side of the country, and I at least knew I enjoyed the area. "I expected to relocate once I had my bearings. It wasn't my intention to linger where I might not be welcomed. "But who could've guessed it was harder to pack up and leave everything behind once you had silly things such as an 'actual apartment in your own name' and a 'real career' tying you down? "Weeks passed, then months, and then, perhaps inevitably, I came face to face with one of the reasons I developed such a positive outlook on this state to begin with. "You know, it never ceases to amaze me. California is directly beside Oregon. I could practically walk there if I was industrious, and stupid, enough. "Despite that, being here is a wholly different experience than what I had being raised in the neighboring state. "Sometimes it seems as if I'm still a tourist. That I don't belong here, and everyone who passes by can smell the otherness on me. "Other days, I have the confidence to think I've found my own place in the world…"

That's one thing that never changes about Baxter in virtually all of his life: the desire to simply belong somewhere. What does change is how he approaches that want.

He wanted to belong with his Golden Grove friends, but fell out with them due to the circumstances and chalked it up to a failure on his part. When he wanted to belong with his Sunset Bird ones, he'd already decided himself that it would never happen to save him from any potential disappointment, and that simply being there for a summer would be enough.

In adulthood, he's given up on such things entirely. No more friends, no more flings, and even his most consistent contact - his parents - have been cut out of his life (though in the latter case, it's for the better).

"What happened, I do exactly… that to everyone who unfortunately crosses my path. "The acquaintances I made at college, dancing partners, the friends I had since childhood; my parents, though, that is an entirely different story. "The point of the matter is, excluding those I interact with regularly due to work, I have no relations whatsoever. That's simply the way it goes."

"To start, I haven't spoken to my parents in, mm, a few years now. That's what I meant when I included them in the list of relationships I haven't maintained. "Don't worry. It isn't a painful topic for me, exactly. Mostly I find it… disappointing. Frustrating? Certainly awkward. "Before I cause too much concern, they've never done anything to intentionally hurt me; my parents have always cared for my well-being. "And I can't deny how much they have done for me - all the opportunities and advantages I had because they provided them. They gave me the best they knew how and- "This is not as nuanced as I might be making it sound. "What a novelty it would be if I could speak favorably of my own family. Can you imagine? "That's not the case, however. "What I am trying to say is that my parents are, on the whole, good to me. And they do love me as their child whom they raised for nearly two decades. "Just as I still feel compelled to give them credit for the minimum, I'm certain they're telling their acquaintances endless excuses for why I'm so distant and unagreeable with them. "They haven't given up on me, in their own way. "But all that does not make them good people. "I can assure you that because they are not good people. I'm merely a rare exception to the unpleasantness. "My parents are selfish- they're sheltered. Even as adults."

"Imagining myself as not their son and not someone they loved seemed meaningless at the time. They did love me and that's what mattered. "Of course, it's not always enough, is it? "If I wasn't theirs, either through birth or adoption, if I was someone else's son, they… would hate me. "I know I'm foolish, on many counts. It took me a long time to realize that them being hypocritical shouldn't reassure me the way it did. "Baxter Ward could have as many 'shortcomings' or 'problems' as he did and it'd be fine because it was 'different' in that case. There were reasons, can't you see? "But they couldn't see that other people deserved the same kind of understanding. "And that some things weren't 'problems' in the first place…"

The true tragedy of it being that it's heavily implied that Baxter's parents did attempt to teach him or at least act in a way that would lead him towards a life without any meaningful relationships, which is what he got when he became an adult but not ever what he truly wanted.

"And their nonsense priorities and concerns are what my parents expected from me! "How ironic that I can finally see the silver lining of my lifelong struggles thanks to them. "If I never realized how poor my connections were, or if I never cared that my relationships were nothing more than associations based on conveniences, maybe I'd have been who they wanted."

Arguably, Baxter is at the most "successful" place in his life: he might not be rich anymore, but he's making his own money with a job that suits him, he has a nice apartment, and he's living comfortably.

Except he's not happy, and convinces himself that it's as good as he's ever going to get. It's both the highest and lowest point of his life.

"Of course, I wouldn't be able to understand the viewpoint of someone willing to commit themselves to another person for the rest of their life. "It's what makes for a good planner. I can get invested just enough in the premise to truly create something special, but I'm not attached to the real relationship. "And I'm not disappointed when it's over. "It's been years since I was careless enough to be hurt by anything. "I'd given up on trying for more than what I already had. Then I told others, and myself, that meant I was always content. But honestly, it made me bitter. "I didn't become the person I wanted to be. I didn't achieve the kind of life I'd hoped for."

He couldn't even maintain his relationship with dance, something he'd adored since he was young and now limits to lessons given to wedding couples.

"In a way, I fell out of love with that passion. "It became tedious and unsatisfying to do it with complete strangers, and I didn't have enough hours in a day to dedicate to a long-term competitive partner any longer. "But perhaps I should've tried harder not to give it up entirely. "How embarrassing… even my choice of hobby revolved around having a serious and understanding relationship with someone else. "The precise matter I've had a lifelong struggle to obtain."

As for the MC, Baxter misses them desperately, but goes about his life as though he doesn't. He's committed to viewing himself as someone who doesn't deserve them and that what he did was the right thing to do.

It would seemingly be "easy" then to let go of anything that reminds him of them, in hopes of either limiting the times that he finds himself thinking back to those moments or steering himself towards moving on, but he can't.

The MC's souvenir (if they gave him one)...

"I am fond of it even now. I've never been able to part with it. But isn't that what souvenirs are for? Keeping for the long term? "I'm being entirely reasonable for holding onto that after thoroughly leaving everything in Sunset Bird behind."

Their number...

"I had your number all along. "Of course, I never looked at it over the years we were apart, but didn't have it in me to delete it either."

Even the khaki shirt he wore during Mountain (if he and the MC were dating at the time and they invited him up to their room)...

"It remains my stolen property to this day."

He keeps all of them, unable to let go of the feelings the MC caused within himself but locking them deep inside rather than addressing them. He has the very method for contacting the MC at any time to reconnect, to explain himself, to apologize, to confirm or reject his own doubts over what happened, but he doesn't out of fear.

"I said it before- my concern was protecting my own feelings. Anything I did to that end felt justified. "The more time and experience let me reflect on my actions, I only became more convinced I should stick to my word and not trouble you further."

"I've also missed you over those five years. "And Terry and Miranda and Cove and that summer in Sunset Bird, but mostly, it was you who I thought of. "During that trip, I did feel wanted. "You made me feel wanted. And… important. "It was exciting and amazing, and felt impossible it could last. The shine would wear off eventually, as always. I didn't want to see it happen. "What if I seemed pathetic for being attached to people I met on a short vacation? You had your real group of friends who lived with you there already. "Or what if you stopped responding to me after realizing I wasn't that interesting? Or why would I have even assumed there'd be a reason to talk to me at all once it was no longer convenient? "I'm aware that's not a kind way to view you, but it wasn't that you'd done something to make me believe it would happen. It's my viewpoint for every situation."

Baxter never once thinks that the MC is a bad person, simply that he is the problem and even the best of people will "understandably" lose interest in him if there's any interest to begin with. As someone who likes control and has been conditioned to stray away from more personal relationships, it's advantageous to him to remain in his self-sabotaging mindset.

It's what he's used to.

"I can't afford to flitter off on vacations whenever the mood strikes the way my parents can, but I have a very comfortable existence. "It's nice, if lonely. "Of course, let's not pretend I have anyone to blame for that other than myself. I ended every relationship I had with my own actions. "It's the story of my life. I want to be liked, but I don't want to be important. "A suitor for a season, the planner at a wedding- it's that kind of role I'm comfortable in. "Perhaps that's why I'm drawn to people who are wanted by everyone else. They don't need me. I can be someone, I can't be 'the one'."

So when his Step 4 begins and the MC unexpectedly shows up back in his life, five years after Baxter expressed confidence that they would never meet again, he can barely handle it. Without his say so, he's being confronted with feelings that haven't faded, and ones he already thinks are ridiculous of him to have considering how short of a time he'd known the MC.

The best he can think to do is to put on an air of professionalism and brush the rest off. He'd already left, not contacted the MC for so long, and had remained determined to never see them again, so he doubles down on it.

"I'm merely an employee of your friends. Please feel free to ignore me entirely."

However, it's not tenable, because Baxter has never been someone with the impulse control to keep him in check. Even in the few days he knows that the MC will be around and then leave afterwards, holding himself back from doing what he wants isn't something he can keep up for that long.

In front of people like Jude and Scott who he doesn't know, it's at least easier, but around someone like Xavier who he has some form of friendlier relationship with (only a day after he'd conveyed to himself and the others that he's nothing more than the wedding planner), he's already dropping stories about the past.

"As soon as it comes to you it appears my reason goes out the window. Along with much of my dignity. "But that is how it is."

"Enjoying myself in your presence is the most natural thing in the world. Frustratingly so, at times. I find myself letting go of more than I intended to."

It's also not that Baxter doesn't want to talk to the MC because, if the MC tries to get him to talk during the ride back from the bakery, he deliberately makes it a game of rock-paper-scissors that they'd be guaranteed to win if they wanted to. He could've shut them down entirely if he didn't care, but he finds a middle ground of technically not agreeing outright while still letting the MC talk to him.

"The petty types of decisions that were best suited to be decided with randomness mattered little to me. "It was far more amusing to see who would use the advantage they had to win and who would be willing to take the loss, and why they seemed to do so. "At the bare minimum I'm not that much of a brat any longer. "As an adult, I use it mainly to get away with not making decisions of my own. Whoever is playing with me has the responsibility to win or lose because what they're up against is preordained. "I don't even need to choose which symbol my hand takes. It's easier that way."

Not that it means he's alright with it either. Baxter is already under the stress of planning a wedding in a matter of days and now has to deal with seeing the MC again, sometimes one-on-one. He doesn't want to be cruel to them, doesn't want things to be so difficult, nor did he want the MC to be "forced" to go with him to the bakery (on a suggestion he couldn't have known would lead to it), but that's what ends up happening.

"I'm not any less immature than I was five years ago, it seems. I've been incredibly rude to you, and that is inexcusable. "You're not unwelcome near me. Of course not. "However, I'm here to plan Jude and Scott's wedding. My priority is that only, and I don't want to get caught up in anything else. "There's no need to reminisce. I hope that's not insulting, it's honestly not meant to be a strike against your character. "You are a lovely person and have many wonderful friends. You don't need me to be an active part of your life."

"I apologize for what happened between us, I honestly do regret it. "I am sorry I hurt you. I am sorry I was unable to keep my word and have bothered you yet again. "I'm thoroughly humiliated and have attempted to get in your way as little as possible. Though I'm unable to quit outright; I couldn't do that to Jude and Scott. "We are both aware that I am fully incapable of making you happy. But in four days you'll return to your life blissfully free of my presence in it. "Please tell me, what can I do for you? I simply don't know…"

It feels terrible for him, but this is the cycle he's gotten himself into: wanting to stick to what he'd done in Step 3 under the belief that the MC would be better off without him, feeling nostalgic for the past to the point where it ends up coming out, behaving distantly as a result and hating himself for it, then apologizing just to do it all over again because he's constantly going against what he actually wants.

"Every time I'm arrogant enough to believe I know what I'm doing and that I'm in control- I don't and I'm not."

"From the moment you walked into that restaurant, my actions were nothing but self-preservation and damage control and, occasionally, reminiscing to an extent I was pleased with. "Yes, I had a 'professional commitment' not to let personal matters impede the work that needed to be done, but my distancing went far beyond that. "In the end, I was using their marriage as an excuse. "If not for that, then there would have been something else. Some trivial reason for keeping you at arm's length. That likely doesn't shock you."

Baxter is essentially shielding his heart from the very thing that would protect him from his own attacks on it. He goes so far that he considers texting the MC directly to be overstepping boundaries (even if it's for work), all after continuing to let go the most whenever he's reminded of times with the MC.

He's aware that he's attached and readily admits as much when it comes time to.

"Even I can admit I wouldn't do this for every client. "And somehow, that makes this worse. It's painfully obvious I have some personal investment, enough to merit this. "More than I intended to be. More than I ought to have. "I wouldn't have done this if you weren't here… "Even though Miranda was the client's sister- "I wouldn't have offered. It'd be overreaching, to do as much as I have. "I've gone beyond the line of pure professionalism more than once already. The cake is the icing on top."

"Well, naturally, it's against my better judgment to make anyone uncomfortable. "Of course, in such a tight spot Jude wouldn't have questioned any help he was offered. "But what would Miranda have thought? And Terry as well? If some strange man they knew long ago was getting that personally involved in their situation? "I wouldn't have crossed that line, no matter how much sympathy I had for Jude's position. "So, where did my confidence come from? Very simply- I thought you would understand. "That I had good intentions, that the odd lengths I went to was merely how I am, that it was okay to let me be involved. And if you did understand, everyone else would as well."

Deep down, he knows that he is not a stranger; that he knows the MC and trusts them on a level deeper than he thought possible before meeting them. The MC brings out the best in him while simultaneously revealing the most vulnerable parts of himself to himself, which gives him all forms of conflicting emotions.

"I… "It's odd, really. I'm the one who left. "And yet I haven't stopped seeing you as someone important to me. Important in my life. "It truly does seem as though everything I did was for no reason at all."

"It's been hard not to feel nostalgic, this past week. We've had quite a stroll down memory lane. Sometimes by happenstance, sometimes because I went out of my way to do so. "I have… fond memories of those days in Sunset Bird. Treasured memories. "Like most treasures, they're things to be taken out and admired from time to time, and then put away again. "Though, some are too delicate for even that. They should never be touched. "This evening is a reprise of something I never wished to relive."

To put it in another way, though Baxter cherishes the time he spent with the MC, anything that brings him back to such times confront him with everything he's tried to avoid.

Yearning for the things he'd tried to put behind him, the what ifs of things going differently, and the doubts of all he's done thus far based on his own conclusions...

"Back then, during my tourist phase, we took that brief trip to the mountains. On a hike, we passed a tree that had fallen across a stream. "If you can picture that, it was as if we were on opposite sides, and I couldn't take the path to you because it looked risky."

Not unlike his fear of the ocean, Baxter's biggest hurdle is that final step past the point of no return: taking the plunge and trusting in his ability to survive.

"It seems endlessly deep and unpredictable, with powerful waves and rapid currents. "And there are creatures lurking in there. Some of them are larger than me. It's unfathomable. You don't play with something like that. "If I enter that water, I'll never return from it. The ocean will swallow me whole. That's what I think."

It's only by the end of the wedding reception that he finally crosses that line and has the epiphany necessary to deal with everything that had happened: the opening of the oven to check the result of a baked cake rather than leaving it a mystery, the flick of the switch to look at a room he'd always kept in darkness prior, and the throwing of himself into deep water and realizing he can still breathe.

"In the past, I spent every moment around other people thinking of the limited span of our acquaintance. As if I wasn't seeing them at all, only the imminent departure. "Our arrangements fell in line with that. A clear timeframe, limited from the outset; predetermined rules set in stone. "It was that way five years ago. It was that way now. "We'd cooperate for a short period in service of Scott and Jude's wedding, and that would be that. I've said as much myself. More than once. "The problem is, as I only recently realized… "I forgot about that. "You see, I thought, completely and earnestly, that I didn't need to speak with you now, here, when I was feeling so… sensitive. "We could simply pick up where we left off later tonight or tomorrow. The fact that we no longer had a 'reason' to interact didn't come up as part of the consideration."

When he wasn't the one setting the rules, when he was the one caught off guard by someone he cared so much about reappearing into his life, when he was forced back into reliving past regrets and under the pressure of facing them all over again when their second/third time together was over, that ended up being when he found what he needed to talk to the MC. That was when he finally had to listen to what his heart was saying rather than constantly denying himself.

Perhaps even most importantly, that was when he had to face the fact that what he did - the suffering he put himself through for five years - had achieved nothing of value, and it's only through acknowledging it that he can keep it from happening again.

"When I left five years ago, that didn't make me happy. When I kept you at arm's length after meeting again, I was unhappy still. "If it doesn't need to be that way, if I was wrong, then… I don't know, honestly. I've never considered it a viable option until moments ago."

"It had been so long since I'd known what it was like to be included, to be around people who'll refuse to let you be left out, no matter how hard you try to weasel out of it. "Terry, Miranda, and Cove were too kind, but it was your gestures specifically that are at the heart of this matter. "Here's the truth: if you didn't ask me to dance again, in the afterhours of another event we helped create like you did then, it would have broken my heart. "That would mean definitively that I lost what we had. "But… if you did ask it would be more painful. Because that would mean- "It would mean even after everything, you hadn't let me go. That you accepted me still. "That you always would have, that I should've believed that all along, that the only thing I've done was hurt you and myself of my own accord. "It's horrible. I didn't want to know one way or the other."

The uncomfortable truth, a placating lie, or the blissful void of not knowing anything at all: those were the choices he had and he finally chose the uncomfortable truth, all for the closure the MC deserves and the potential prospect of a better future if he can only make it past the obstacles he'd set up for himself.

"But I can see now that I'm also wrong for making another decision for you. Even if the conversation went disastrously, you were owed a better explanation and an apology. "You had never asked me to leave you alone, I created that fiction. "I hope you can accept that I did care for you then- I care now. Of course, as ever, none of it counts for much if it's kept entirely to oneself."

"It's… a little hard to approach what I've sowed over the years. So many mistakes. "And even now, when I hope to make things right, to make things last, I'm forced to admit that I'm ignoring the reality of the situation. "This doesn't come down to what I want at all. I don't have the right to put myself before you. I never did."

"I suppose that is the true story of my life: me not understanding a thing and getting it all wrong at every turn. "But rather than dancing around this, I'll say it directly: not trying to stay in touch with you is something I've regretted for a long time. "I will always regret the days I lost, even now that we've reconnected."

That doesn't mean everything is magically fixed, nor that he won't fall into some old habits. He has to catch himself when he automatically excludes himself from the MC's meeting with their moms, and he'll still be apologizing and criticizing himself long after the MC has forgiven him.

"You've never allowed me to wallow in my misery, except for when you had to. When I made you have to because you couldn't get a hold of me. "But when I see you, I'm reminded of what it is like to be seen. "How it feels to have someone who knows you, cares about you, has memories with you, who wants to make more memories together. "And I tried to undo that- "Twice. By keeping you as far away from me as I could."

"Unfortunately, I've yet to think of a good reason why this admission isn't another of my patently bad ideas. It isn't as though I've been thoughtful in return. "I can't stand doing anything in the morning, even if I can pretend to, for my clients. As you know, I can't afford elaborate trips these days. "My only remaining social contacts are limited to the wedding industry, not performative theatre or owners of fancy cars or the like. "I've never been a good partner, even a good friend, to anyone who has crossed my path."

"My few victories were hollow and I'm still sorry I took that out on you at the start of this."

Nevertheless, he has no desire to run away from the MC now, because he never had a desire to run in the first place. He just needed to understand that it was okay to want, and that he wasn't the worthless person he thought he was so he could stop projecting how he felt about himself onto how people feel about him.

This makes way for Baxter to experience a lot of things that most people would have long since had at that point in their lives: he gets excited simply by having a person hanging out at his house, is incredibly pleased to have someone he can be (dance) with, and he's so amazed that he can have these things in his life that he's actively eager to prove to the MC how much he'll be sticking around, to the point of being ready to visit them at the soonest time possible.

"Hallelujah. Admittedly, a part of me was convinced I wouldn't go through with it. What if you thought I had lost my mind to follow you right after we barely reestablished a connection? "But having this last day together, knowing it was the last, was the final push to pursue what I actually wanted."

His story, essentially, is about a fall from issues of self-centeredness just to pendulum swing into ones of self-worth instead. It's about balancing on a tightrope of bringing short bursts of happiness to others while trying not to let his ego take hold of him again. It's about denying himself what he wants and refusing to hear otherwise before finally recognizing that he deserves to be happy.

That's Baxter Ward.

TL;DR:

Baxter starts as an egotistical child - encouraged by his rich parents and the kids constantly impressed by his showing off - but that changes when he obtains genuine friends and learns the value of real relationships.

Realizing that he'd relied only on what his parents had to make connections with people, Baxter doubts his own worth as a person and is unable to imagine that people would feel differently about him than he feels about himself.

Baxter falls out with his friends due to the age gap and not having time for each other, coming to the conclusion that he'd not done anything for them.

Under the belief that he has no inherent long-term value, Baxter goes on flings and seeks to create fun moments with people rather than anything that would require revealing more of himself than he feels is attractive to others; this has the side effect of making him highly critical of himself over even minor mistakes.

Baxter goes to Sunset Bird meets the MC, who (along with the MC's friends) makes him feel a sense that he might actually be someone important to others, which he then actively tries to convince himself out of due to fear of risks/the unknown.

After leaving the MC on no contact, Baxter continues to miss them, but feels like he would only bother them further if he saw them again even if it were just to apologize.

Baxter ends up seeing the MC again in his Step 4 and is confronted thusly by his unfading feelings. This leads him to try and maintain the distance he'd created in an attempt to protect himself, yet he's unable to keep himself from letting loose every now and then because it goes against what his heart wants to push the MC away.

Though horrified by the idea that what he'd done in the past might have been a mistake and preferring (at the start) to go on without knowing, Baxter ultimately reflects on his actions and acknowledges to himself why he's been doing what he's been doing, and that he doesn't want to let the MC go again without laying everything on the table.

[ryoko-loves-roses]

Interference

Ler!In-Ho + Lee!Gi-Hun

A/N: Thank you to whoever suggested this!! It was really fun to write, but it's like 1 AM so I'm going to go to bed now lol. Please leave some feedback <3 Summary : After Gi-Hun vowed to find the man that created the very same games that changed his life for the worst, he decided to rejoin, only to find out that his tactic for his 'hero complex' would have some... consequences. ═════════════════════════════════════════ Seong Gi-Hun lost everything—his mother, his friends, and most importantly, himself. So why on earth would he want to join the games again? It was a question even the Frontman couldn’t answer. - As Gi-Hun sat in the back of that familiar black limo, his face was void of any and all emotion. He stared blankly at the golden piggy bank, with his dead eyes staring into its soul. The memory of the island was haunting him every time he closed his eyes. He could see all 455 people who died there - in vain. The man Gi-Hun was before the 2020 Squid Games completely vanished. The light that he once had in his eyes? Gone. The hope he had for humanity? Vanished. Or was it? - “Let me play the game again.” His dark voice rang through the tense air - he was in the back of the limo, making sure not to break eye contact with the piggy bank right in front of him. Silence followed him, his own self-doubt stirring in the air. Was he really wanting to go back? What the fuck was he thinking? Though, it was true when he said that the VIP’s would find it entertaining, would they not? A former player to cause chaos and wreak havoc. Before Gi-Hun knew it, the limo filled with gas, knocking him out in a matter of seconds. Once the gas cleared, the slide door that divided the front from the back of the limo was rolled down. The Frontman looked back, his black mask hiding his true identity. Was this really it? Is player 456 going back to the games? - Gi-Hun was startled awake, the rock-hard mattress beneath him. Was he really back here? The same place he got traumatized relentlessly? He quickly sat up, almost bumping his head into the top of the bunk bed in the process. As he got up from the uncomfortable mattress, he looked upon the sea of confused, and mildly distressed players. “Hey! Where the hell are we?!” One player yelled out, and another followed with “This is kidnapping!” There were comments left and right from the crowd as the guards in pink suits stood on stage. Gi-Hun just stared, silently walking up to the crowd, before pausing in his action. He suddenly whipped his head around, staring right at the camera on the wall. Something - or someone was staring back at him. Even though he couldn’t see it, he could feel it. God, what was he thinking? Getting himself into this mess AGAIN?? He thought that maybe - just maybe… he could try and help people… warn them?

For the first time, Gi-Hun read the clauses thoroughly. - players MUST compete. - any player who refuses to play are eliminated And of course… - the games can be terminated if a majority of the players agree. There was nothing in the rules that mentioned helping a player could get him eliminated, so why not try it? The next thing Gi-Hun knew is that they were all transported into a room he knew all too well… The ground was sand-filled, and the walls along with the ceiling had the allusion that they were outside, but it was apparent they weren’t. At the very end of the room, there was a giant doll - she looked familiar to most of the Korean players. Young-Hee - she was usually found in some Korean textbooks, that much was apparent, but why the hell was she here? Most players were confused, - till they heard the announcement. “The first game you all will be playing will be - Red Light, Green Light.” The announcer spoke, the voice echoing across the fake walls and ceiling of this room that the players were kept in. “You are allowed to move forward when it shouts out green light. You stop when it shouts red light.” At this point, the players - besides Gi-Hun, were scoffing in pure amusement. That’s it? A stupid children’s game? Gi-Hun however - was dreading this. “If your movement is detected afterward… you will be eliminated.” Young-sik, a man with curly hair and messed up glasses decided to speak as the rules of the game were repeated in the background. “I told you, Mom - no gambling, just stupid children’s games!” He exclaimed to his mother, who had gray-ish hair, standing next to him with a confused expression. Gi-Hun needed to think of a plan, but he needed to think fast. Before he could stop himself, he ran forward, now standing in front of everyone. “Listen carefully!” He yelled, his voice loud enough to break sound barriers. “This is not just a game!” At this point, the others were looking at the man like he was a junkie. What the hell was he on about? “If you lose the game .. - You die!” … What? The others were looking around in shock, but a bit of doubtfulness too. I mean… that’s expected, right? This man that they’ve never met (apart from Jung-Bae) was telling them that if they got eliminated, they’d die. It’s the instinct to not believe, right?

Some players laughed, some scoffed, but all n’ all, no one believed him. Even Jung-Bae - a man who has known Gi-Hun for quite some time was doubting him - his own best friend. “Hey! What are you talking about?” An old woman shouted from the crowd. “You say we’re going to die playing red light green light? -” Of course, Gi-Hun’s plan wasn’t thought out thoroughly. Without another thought, Gi-Hun responded. “Yes, that’s right!” He yelled out to the crowd of confused and partially amused players. “If you get caught - you die!” Right now, The Frontman was looking at the cameras, and though his mask was hiding his identity, he was in disbelief that Gi-Hun thought this would work. Surely no one would believe him right? - Gi-Hun didn’t have time to explain any further as, the doll, or so to speak - Young-Hee, turned around slowly, her robotic hand lifting, touching the tree in front of her. As this happened, The Frontman took off his hood, then mask, putting it on the table next to him. It was clear - In-Ho had bigger plans than just to let a stupid former player ruin them. He reached for his cup of whiskey, taking a swig as he heard the last comment from Gi-Hun. “Do not be alarmed or panic!” Gi-Hun yelled, trying desperately to make the other players believe him, but it was all in vain. In-Ho was almost… amused to a certain extent. Unfortunately for Gi-Hun, the announcer spoke one more time. “Let the game begin.” Gi-Hun looked back in pure fright - looking at the crowd again, he raised his hands in a stance motion… as the game began. “This… will be interesting” In-Ho thought to himself, tapping his foot impatiently against the concrete floor. - ”Mugunghwa-kkochi pieot-seumnida…” Quickly, and with great stances, the players moved across the sand floor, but once Young-Hee stopped singing, - they quickly stopped, along with Gi-Hun who made a quick motion. “Freeze!” He yelled out, the expression on his face anything other than calm. He wanted to make sure his efforts meant something.

Now - This ticked In-Ho off. He scoffed as he looked at the big TV broadcasting this incident in front of him. He should’ve known Gi-Hun would pull something like this, but truly, he knew Gi-Hun couldn’t be eliminated since he technically didn’t break any of the clauses that the games had in place. The point of the games is for players to be eliminated, which makes it more interesting to the VIPs. In-Ho watched on as no players got eliminated so far, which did take away the whole purpose. He got visibly irritated, which was rare given the fact that he is usually the master at controlling his emotions. Young-Hee’s robotic eyes glanced around the room, much to In-Ho’s dismay, green outlines took their form, showing him that no players could be eliminated. He just hoped that someone would make a mistake soon. As this tactic continued to be used, Gi-Hun figured he couldn’t stay in one spot for too long before the timer ran out or he’d be a goner, so he turned around, keeping his mouth covered as he ran at the third ‘green light’. So far, no one has been eliminated - “Freeze!” Gi-Hun yelled out again, his mouth covered to make sure Young-Hee couldn’t detect it. His bestfriend since grade school, Jung-Bae, stood beside him, a wary and fearful look on his face. He was unsure why his bestfriend - a man who he knew to be kind, generous, and outright a gentle person - yelling? Telling everyone that they’d get shot if they got eliminated from a stupid children’s game? He was starting to think that Gi-Hun really was crazy after all - In-Ho stared on, the floor of player pictures along with their player numbers still full to the brim. Fuck. Maybe In-Ho made a mistake of letting player 456 rejoin the games. …that was until a bee landed on kang mi-na - a girl with gorgeous hair, but one flaw - afraid of every insect in the book. Thanos was the one to inform her, and as she screamed with fear, she suddenly stopped with realization. “Crap.” She laughed, “I just moved.” And just like that, she got shot straight in the forehead. Thanos froze - maybe that ‘drunk guy’ wasn’t lying … In-Ho leaned back on the couch - his stoic features never left his face, though glad this could be the outcome. “Nobody move!” Gi-Hun shouted again, making sure to keep his mouth covered with his elbow. “You must not move!” The announcer then spoke - ”Player 196 - eliminated.” There was subtle frustration on In-Ho’s features, however - knowing Gi-Hun was “ruining” the game in some aspect. The others looked in quite horror, but so far, they managed to keep still - for now. In-Ho looked down at his cup of whiskey, humming in thought. Surely the frontman had all of this under control, right? He always preached about how he, himself follows his own rules, but if Gi-Hun couldn’t get eliminated, how would he stop this? So he began to think -

Unfortunately, Gi-Hun couldn’t save everyone from being eliminated. Around 90-ish players were eliminated, which the crowd of enraging players was told once they were escorted back to the main player dormitory, scuffed up and bloody per usual. Despite Gi-Hun’s efforts, he stood helplessly as he watched the others who first doubted him now blame him for even saying anything in the first place. In-Ho let out a sigh, leaning his head back. ”Gi-Hun, you imbecile.” He muttered to himself, suddenly picking up the walkie talkie that laid next to him, speaking a command into it. ”bring player 456 - unharmed and immobilized.” Once the command was spoken, In-Ho put his glass down on the side table, reaching for his usual black mask, and putting it snugly on his face, further hiding his identity. He then stood up… preparing for his final plan. - Under NO circumstance would he let a measly player ruin the fun.

… Gi-Hun awoke startled, his head throbbing with pain. The last thing he knew, was that he was dragged out whilst the others weren’t looking, and knocked unconscious almost immediately by two guards despite his pleas and efforts. There was an unidentifiable cloth in his mouth, gagging him, and making him unable to speak. Out of instinct, he tried to move his limbs but figured out immediately that he was restrained to the metal chair he was currently in. His arms were strapped behind him, along with his bare feet that were currently tied to the chair legs. The light flickered above him, as he looked around frantically, trying to speak but failing as he was still currently gagged. Then - he heard footsteps. Like clockwork, a man in a black mask… a man who Gi-Hun hadn’t seen before up to this point was surrounded by two of the familiar square guards. Gi-Hun’s eyes widened in fear, his frantic response still muffled by the gag as The Frontman walked up to him - the square guards stood at each side of the doorframe, closing the double doors and locking them in unison. The Frontman’s footsteps rang through the room as he stopped right in front of Gi-Hun. He knelt on one knee in front of the chair the frantic man was currently strapped in - now at eye level with him. ”Player 456.” His dark voice echoed off the walls, which shook Gi-Hun to his core even more - What the fuck was this about? Why was he suddenly kidnapped and brought into a room where god knows where?! He tried to speak, but all that came out were helpless muffles. “Mhhf-!” It wasn’t noticeable, but In-Ho was currently smirking. With one movement, he ripped the gag off of Gi-Hun’s mouth, earning a gasp of relief. “Fuck -” He choked out in a gasping voice, trying to make sense of the situation he was currently in. His arms and legs tensed, which only made The Frontman chuckle darkly, putting one firm hand on the chair’s back and keeping it steady as he spoke his next words. ”I should’ve known you’d try to save everyone. Your god complex is too strong, hm.” As In-Ho spoke, he contemplated taking off his mask, now deciding to keep it on, wanting to keep his identity a secret for now. ”Fuck you.” Gi-Hun spat out with a tint of venom and malice in his tone, which In-Ho honestly expected. He couldn’t help but smirk, though it wasn’t visible to his future victim. ” I’m stopping the harm you’re doing. I read the clauses, and nowhere does it state that I can’t help anyone!!” Gi-Hun argued, his voice rising in pitch. That was… true… and In-Ho hated that part. He knew he couldn’t physically hurt the man in front of him, but still - he wanted to give him a scare, to make sure he never tried this shit again. *” You have a point, Player 456. However—I can warn you without breaking my own set of rules… even though it may not be… conventional -”

What?... What the hell does he mean? Conventional? At this point, Gi-Hun’s mind was racing at many miles a minute, unable to pinpoint In-Ho’s words - or what they meant. Sensing Gi-Hun’s immense confusion, The Frontman stood up, his smirk hidden behind his mask. ”I suppose I will show you what I mean then, hm?” Before Gi-Hun could question it, The Frontman began to remove his gloves from his hands, showing his calloused but mostly manicured fingertips - despite this, Gi-Hun wasn’t sure what to think. “What … What the hell are you doing? -” Gi-Hun muttered, his voice becoming a bit shaky as he spoke. The man in front of him, however, put his black gloves on the table behind him, walking up to Gi-Hun with a purposeful stance. ”You tried to interfere with the games, and though you are correct that there wasn’t a rule set in place for me to punish you with elimination… nowhere in the book does it say I cannot punish you directly.” Gi-Hun didn’t have the chance to react before feeling two strong sets of fingers dig into his sides, - the man doubled over in hysterical laughter, and god almighty - if the room wasn’t soundproof, it was possible that the entire island could’ve heard him. - “SHIHIHIHIT -” Gi-Hun’s mind was racing as he tried to kick in reflex from the ticklish sensations, but his legs were tied down along with his hands - it was safe to say that he wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon… At this point, In-Ho was glad he had a mask because he was smirking like an idiot. Gi-Hun’s cackles rang through the air, gasping between laughs, although managing to speak a bit. ”EHehHEHAA-! FUHUHUCK YOHOHOU!-” …Really? All he could shout were insults? Pitiful. In-Ho only dug deeper, and goddamn - something about this man’s touch sent the other into fucking space. I mean, Gi-Hun never pointed himself out as the ‘most ticklish guy’ but somehow he couldn’t stop laughing. Gi-Hun’s fingertips as well as toes curled as In-Ho decided to change places. He stood in front of the breathless player, deciding to knead his knuckles into the man’s ribs And ohmygod -

Gi-Hun’s eyes widened, his laughter going up SEVERAL octaves. “FUHUHUHUHUCK-!! NOHOHOOHOHO!!” It hasn’t even been 5 minutes and the man was already laughing like a lunatic. At this point, In-Ho figured he should say something. “..I doubt you are the same man that won the games before… you are laughing like a child at a few measly pokes. Pathetic.” The man in black taunted, only kneading his knuckles deeper - Gi-Hun shook his head from side to side as he laughed himself to tears. Currently, Gi-Hun wished he had never rejoined these damn games, or helped these players, but surely that’s just the ticklishness talking … right? Gi-Hun’s feet drummed against the solid concrete floor, and he could only pray that this ruthless man showed him some mercy, but it didn’t come. In-Ho’s eyes narrowed in amusement behind his mask, again contemplating if he should remove it or not. Gi-Hun tried everything that he could - thrashing, turning, god - even begging didn’t make this cruel man stop. He looked toward the two guards who were still guarding the door, but they just stood there awkwardly, doing absolutely nothing to save him from this torment. ”IHIHIIM SOOHOHORRY-! PLEheHEHEASE-!” As Gi-Hun pleaded, In-Ho let out a low chuckle, suddenly retracting one hand… and reaching up to his mask… With one click, he undid the strap, - taking off his mask. ”Apologizing, Gi-Hun?” He stated darkly, his smirk that was filled with malice now visible as he stood up. ”Unfortunately for you, we have all day here.” Gi-Hun only had a brief moment of breath before In-Ho’s hands shot forward, both sets of fingers suddenly drilling in between Gi-Hun’s ribs… To say he screamed would be an understatement. Gi-Hun jolted, almost knocking the chair he was in to the floor as he cackled with hysterical laughter. ”FUUHUHUHUHUUCK-!! PLEHEHEHASE- PLEHEHEHEPLEEHHEASE-”Gi-Hun pleaded with every chance he got, but it was brutally ignored by the man who was chuckling darkly at his expense and tickling the living shit out of him. It wasn’t about the rules of the games anymore that much was clear - but it was about how humiliated he could make player 456. The guy who swore that he could stop the games was nothing but a melted, ticklish mess in front of his brutal enemy. He tried to get a good look at The Frontman’s face, but it was hard to do that when his eyes were filled with ticklish tears, as he laughed his ass off - ”I hope you won’t call yourself ‘the hero’ after this moment, Gi-Hun… because now, you and I both know that you don’t deserve it.” …as much as Gi-Hun didn’t want to admit it, it was true - what hero would cackle like a toddler at a few digs and scribbles? His sides and stomach hurt like hell, but no matter what, he could not stop laughing. … *In-Ho only hoped that after this moment, Gi-Hun learnt a valuable lesson: interference isn’t worth it.

[yellowocaballero]

one thing I've seen you play with in your writing both in moon knight and in the star wars roleswap canon crossover is characters being brutally honest to/about different parts of themselves as a way of externalizing the kind of self-critical double standard that usually only exists inside a person's head. it's a really fun and juicy concept to chew on :) the coffee machine bit in twilight on owl creek bridge also scratches this itch, it's delicious to see characters forced to be vulnerable about their most deeply held beliefs when pushed to the breaking point and you write that kind of climax in a very satisfying way <3

I love this ask. No joke, the roleswap/canon crossover exists because I kept on reading fanfics where Obi-Wan meets his younger self and he's, like, nice to him. No. Obi-Wan has a devoted fan club of haters but nobody in the galaxy is a greater Obi-Wan hater than Obi-Wan. And I swear that the only person Obi-Wan would hate more than Obi-Wan is Obi-Wan aged 13. Who do YOU hate more? Yourself? Or yourself, from when you were thirteen?????

I agree that it's really satisfying when characters are completely peeled open, but it does have to be carefully done. You have to wait for as long as possible before you get there. Every time you think that it's time for the character to come clean and say what they mean, it is not. You have to escalate and push up the tension and continuously have this denial cause more and more problems. I love the identity porn trope, but you HAVE to keep the charade going for as long as you physically could. If something is fixed, it has to break something else. If a question is answered, it has to raise five more questions. This is what makes the final reveal satisfying.

The coffee pot moment is unsettling and eerie because it doesn't do that - the worst truths are being openly said with no prompting in the break room, the buried and unsaid is being said, and Fox is being forced to hear it. Fox has reached his cracking point, and everything that's gone unsaid is rushing out. Because Leia is there, and she's not the type to let anything go unsaid - except, of course, for the biggest thing at that moment that she couldn't admit. It was Leia who pushed Fox to his breaking point, and it was Fox who brought Leia towards acceptance. Thanks for reading!

[divinit3a]

hi!! i have a few art/writing related questions, if youre willing to indulge! ₍ᐢ. ̫.ᐢ₎

i was wondering what program you use to draw, and what brushes/sort of brushes? i was also wondering what your art process looks like, and if you use more than one layer or not!

and for writing, i was wondering what your planning process looks like? how you go about planning your works.

just curious is all, have a great day (˶ˆᗜˆ˵) 🩶 no pressure to answer at all, feel free to ignore parts of this message, or the whole message in its entirety!

ahh ;-; hello hello, you are sososososo sweet! It made me smile to receive your asks. I'm happy to talk about art & writing, anytime! :D

I'll try to be clear & concise, as, I'm a total rambler--

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Art Programs? I use Procreate & Clip Studio Paint! However, there are a lot of great free alternatives, like Krita. What Brushes/Sort of Brushes? I love a brush with a textured edge, shape dynamics, and opacity based on pressure input! Some of the brushes I use are modified from MaxPacks's Gouache and Painter's set. I also really love the brushes oobear has shared! Clip Studio is where I found a massive pack of the "dot"/screen printing textures!

Art Process? A hot mess, really. There's a general flow I follow... But! I try to experiment to keep it fun.

I definitely use more than one layer! At certain points, I merge down the layers to mold parts of the piece around.

I tend to save extra copies of 'checkpoints' in case I want to go back, for whatever reason :3 An example . . .

my descent into madness... (art 🔥🔥🔥)

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Planning process for writing? Depends! For one-shots I don't plan much in advance. Writing is a great way to explore ideas and surprise yourself.

Usually as I go, a scene or ending will pop up & make me want to "chase it" (like a carrot at the end of a stick, haha)

For longer stories, the process is scaled up. I know there are scenes I really want to write. Then most the work is connecting it all together. So:

Create a bullet point list of ideas (they are pretty much shitposts, or random bits of dialogue, so on)

Keep asking yourself questions as you go! Why would XYZ do this? How are they feeling?

Grab a bullet point, slap it down. Now turn it into the bare bones of a scene! ('draw the rest of the owl' behavior)

... How? Well, honestly, I'm still learning. The "yes, and" or "no, but" structure helps. The character succeeds, and then this happens. Or their actions fails, so this happens instead. Consequences!

Hope this is helpful, or was a fun read! :D Thanks again for asking, you are very sweet.. 💚💚💚

[letyukisayfuck]

I think you said somewhere you once dug through All the Haruhi fic—any highlights? Thoughts on trends?

okay so i've talked about this in passing

but what i actually did was read every* harukyon fic specifically

(*some of them were bad enough that i tabbed out immediately. one or two were long and just didn't grip me by the end of chapter one. some were things i did not want to subject myself to. but i did look at everything, and i read most of them at least once.)

not just on ao3 and ff.net, either. i went into wattpad for this.

(i no longer remember anything from any of the wattpad fics)

anyway with that disclaimer, it's been a couple years so let me try and recall the experience

trends:

with older fics especially it's pretty easy to tell which writers have read the light novels and which are focused on the anime, mostly by how they treat haruhi as a character and kyon's view of her (the more negatively they regard her, the more likely it is they're specifically an anime fan).

as was typical of the times (and the source material), the slur counter made a reappearance.

in general a lot of the older fics felt very dated, but that's true of a lot of fic from the time (~2007-2013-ish, most of that stuff has a pretty distinct vibe, especially on ff.net specifically)

highlights:

as far as actual fics, this one is something i've considered unforgettable; it's unfinished (and hasn't been updated since 2011) but i still hold it in high regard, which is high praise from me given that i almost never read unfinished work in the first place

i've also really liked this one since i first read it!

and of course this one is probably one of my favorite pieces of fic ever written. i think about it constantly, it lives rent-free in my head and has some of my favorite writing ever.

the other highlight is that one time while doing this one of the fics gave me an actual existential crisis at like 3 AM, and i decided that the correct course of action was to read more fic to distract myself, and then another different fic gave me another, different existential crisis

which has nothing to do with the fics themselves, really, and i don't recall which ones it was. but i do still think it's worth sharing.

i'm sure there were other standouts, but the lack of any new updates means i haven't really felt like digging through the archives in a bit. whenever i get the urge to read something with them now i mostly just start writing again.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

hope you feel better soon!

I am riddled with ailments, but I stay silly!

[arttsuka]

Eating your art style, sorry

Anyways, imagine if Jed can read Chinese (learned from the railroad workers, both historically and movie canon! Well meaning they speak Chinese in the movie) And translates something into English for Larry while everyone just collectively goes "sorry, huh?"

Larry would be so done with that situation

Imagine your boyfriend knowing Chinese but not being able to learn Latin

Edit: there's, there's a fanfic of this now. Go read it.

[trashyshrew]

big admirer of your work! you asked for drawing suggestions–would love to see your take on lawlight snuggled up together relaxing in bed or something! absolutely starved for soft content of these two

[c-0f-chaos]

I’m the blog runner of only one of 3 daily OFF blogs (well now four since Enoch is here, albeit weekly).

Thanks for your comments on your reblogs. I look forward to seeing them everyday, and it makes me happy to know that this whole daily universe is making people’s day brighter. Sometimes it’s hard to tell with just likes (not that I blame nor force anyone to comment).

You can't imagine the joy this brings me, I look forward to everyone's daily post, they brighten my day and I look forward to seeing the silly stuff everyone does, and knowing that one of you is looking forward to my silly comments makes me incredibly happy! Thank you so much for the daily joy and for telling me this!!!!

[youssefguedira]

V, JoeNicky & Nile

V. An abandoned or empty place.

When Joe pulls the sheet off the couch it kicks up enough dust that it makes Nile sneeze. The couch underneath is old, wooden frame rotting, fabric stained and full of holes where moths have eaten away at it. 

“Sorry,” Joe says to Nile when she finally manages to get the sneezing under control. “Didn’t realise it was that bad.” He puts his hands on his hips and looks down at the couch. Nile looks it over.

“There’s no saving that,” she says, wiping at her eyes. She can heal from falling over ten stories, but she can’t get away from allergies.

Joe frowns. “I liked that couch.”

The house is older than anywhere else they’ve brought her, and has been abandoned for long enough that it’s falling apart. But through some trick of posing as their own sons, or something, Joe and Nicky still own it, even if there’s a giant hole in the roof and all the windows are broken. Why they’d decided to come back here, Nile doesn’t know, but it’s a nice enough area, and a good distraction from, well. Everything. Growing back a leg, she’s discovered, is not fun. 

From one of the other rooms – she thinks it’s the kitchen, she’s not actually sure where Nicky had wandered to – there’s the sound of something breaking and crashing to the ground, and a muffled curse. 

Joe makes a questioning noise in the vague direction of the kitchen. A few moments later, Nicky appears in the doorway, covered in dust. “I am okay,” he says. “But I think we will need to go out to eat tonight.”

“Nothing?” 

Nicky shakes his head. “Unless you want to start a fire and go hunt some rabbits.”

Joe grins. “Just like old times, right?”

Nile shakes her head firmly, which makes Nicky smile. She loves them, but there’s no way they’re doing that. 

“We can probably clear out enough space in here,” Joe says, gesturing to the floor. “Get the sleeping bags out of the car. Probably have to start a fire anyway, but…”

Nile looks around again while Joe says something to Nicky in Arabic that makes him laugh. The house is falling apart, sure, but it’s structurally stable, and the bones are all there. It could be something. They’ve got time to make it something. 

Nicky is the one who goes for pizza in the end – he doesn’t trust Nile and Joe to order it if left to their own devices – while they try to clear out a space in the living room. Eventually, though, after Nile has another sneezing fit, Joe suggests they just take the sleeping bags outside instead, which works out a lot better. He sets about starting a fire with practiced ease while Nile sets out the sleeping bags around it. They’re far enough away from civilisation that she can’t hear cars passing by, which is kind of surreal, and the stars are brighter than she’s ever seen them. 

When Nicky gets back, two boxes balanced on one arm and a bottle of wine in the other, he looks over their makeshift camp and laughs. “Just like old times, then?” he asks.

Joe grins. “Except we have pizza.”

“And actual sleeping bags,” Nile says.

“Ah, these modern inventions could never quite match the comfort of a pile of furs,” Joe says wistfully. Nile gives him a look. She’s ninety percent sure that one’s bullshit, but she can never quite tell with him. 

Nicky sets down the pizza boxes, and jogs back to the car to grab the pack of plastic wine glasses they’d bought before they got here. 

“We should’ve bought marshmallows,” Nile says. “Could have made s’mores.”

“Well, we’ll have to go to the hardware store tomorrow anyway,” Joe points out. “And I think it’ll be a little while before we can actually sleep in there.”

“Tomorrow, then?”

“Tomorrow,” Nicky agrees.

[robinsceramics]

im curious as to about how long each of your pieces takes?? it took me two class periods to be satisfied with the pinch pot we just made in ceramics class (though that’s probably also because im very much a perfectionist) so i can’t imagine how long a whole critter would take

it really depends!! some of them (unpainted, simple shapes) take as little as five minutes; some of them (large, complex shapes with very detailed painting) take as much as 10 hours.

I have gotten way faster over the years, though, so don't think I'm just some natural genius! the skills of sculpting build on each other. Just last year it took me three hours to make a simple fox, and now I can bust out a really nice fox (with toe beans!) in two hours. it just takes time and repetition to get there <3

and hey congrats on being in a ceramics class!! I hope you have fun with it!! If you like critters, I recommend stealing some of the clay and making some kind of toadish blob out of it and firing it in the kiln, as long as your studio masters won't get mad about it. the joy of making a lumpy little guy is unmatched.

examples of sculpture + time counts below the cut!

Little guys like this tiny cicada, which is a design I've done so many times that I can make them on autopilot, are in the 5-15 minutes range to sculpt. bunnies, chickens, wizards, and mini-cats are like that for me too!

but if I add the time it takes to paint them, even simple sculptures can end up taking much more time—for instance, this starry chicken took only five minutes to make but about an hour to paint.

then when you get into the more complex shapes, those can take a lot of time—this anthro coyote took me 3 hours to sculpt because it was a complex shape AND I was unfamiliar with making anthros so I was learning as I went:

and when you add complex designs to complex sculptures, you end up with projects like this peach-tree bear, which took three hours to make and five hours to paint, so that's eight hours in one sculpture:

and eight hours is about my limit for sculptures I'm going to sell. BUT. when I'm making things for myself, I'm willing to spend even MORE time on them to make them perfect for my own tastes. I tend to spend the most time on fanart sculptures—it takes a lot more time to make a sculpture perfectly on-model to a pre-existing character than it does to make up a whole new thing. So the sculpture that has taken me the most time so far in this batch is this JoJo's Bizarre Adventure fanart sculpture, Star Platinum:

three hours to make the body, seven hours to paint him—Star has taken me ten hours total so far!!

[eebibly]

(adding to your star dress post) i love lucy doing summons bcuz yeah in the “power of friendship” anime, lucy’s magic power is Literally Friendship. its how we see the more complex side of certain zodiacs too (ex: aquarius, loke, celestial spirit king). its how she gets non-spirits to open up (juvia, cana, yukino, etc) i never needed her to become another brawler to be important

sorry I meant to answer earlier but the draft to my first response, like, disappeared for some reason so I had to rewrite everything~

YOU’RE COMPLETELY RIGHT❕

Lucy may have been a bit of a damsel in distress, but for once that’s almost forgivable because she has a plethora of friends who are ready to fight for her and with her. And it’s not just about her needing to be saved, it’s about the complete trust that they have in one another.

Side note, my least favourite parts are when Lucy is actually in distress, because it feels like Mashima is trying to get anyone to save her but her spirits (especially Natsu. He could fully be passed out, but he’ll wake up just in time to stop a fatal blast. *lazy jazz hands* How romantic). But I digress…

My point being that Lucy is fun because she actually feels like a refreshed, modern take on the damsel in distress. Because she’s not just a waiting to be saved (or, well, she shouldn’t be, but Mashima has trouble keeping his own characters in character), she is smart, reliable and very good at getting people to trust her. And she can choose how she wants to be ‘saved’ and by whom— how cool is that?? Also, despite not being a protector herself, she’s a natural at making the people around her feel safe.

Which is why it hurts so much that her character has basically been rewritten. I don’t have a problem with her being able to fight better, but that doesn’t mean she should want to fight on her own. Her wanting to have the power to protect her friends doesn’t feel like her character has evolved, it actually feels more like she’s devolved. Lucy was the one characters who didn’t need to be powerful in order to protect her friends.

Should her magic power be growing? Absolutely. But not at the expense of her growth as a celestial wizard and certainly not by sacrificing her celestial spirits’ relevance.

[sallymew4]

riteru?

i wud love 2

sorry it took me so long to respond to your ask </3 i hope these are sufficient enough to make up for the wait