#this is going to be the hardest thing ive ever done and maybe will ever do

[thegonest]

shit sucks ass but we gotta keep goin’ i guess

[nexttothelamp]

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[hryniewiecki]

Hi, this is how I made Jinx's chomper grenade, so (maybe) you could (hopefully) make one too (in case you'll ever want to)

With a lot of cardboard and some more paper!

I. GATHER REFERENCE PICTURES I used mostly fanmade 3D models and one or two screenshots from the actual show - that's why my chomper isn't exactly show accurate. I was trying not to go too hard on myself (for a change), so I didn't care about accuracy that much - do as you please.

For gathering refs I use Pinterest and Twitter accounts that share high quality screenshots (eg. this one).

II. PLAN OUT (the hardest part) Time to use refs to sketch the chomper - I started with a rough sketch to get familiar with the structure and all it's elements, to help me better understand how to build it. It was done keeping in mind estimated measurements I was going for (highly recommend using checkered paper), but keep in mind a 2D representation won't fully translate into 3D, so it wouldn't turn out the exact same.

When I was done with the rough sketch, I made a second, cleaner one (in pencil), this time to measure things more exact. Then constructed the "target board" you can see above it. It's representing all the "layers" - the cylinders that once stuck on top of each other would make the grenade - so I know how to space them out. It's basically a top view of the grenade without it's jaws.

III. MATERIALS, TOOLS and how I work with paper (important) List of the most important stuff: - different types of paper* - wood glue and/or any good paper glue - paper masking tape (or any that can be easily removed) - acrylic paints - compass (the one for drawing circles) - hobby knife / exacto knife / box cutter - hot glue gun (optional, but makes things easier) - air dry clay (optional)

*I used 4 types: - magazine paper (super thin, I used supermarket flyers) - cardboard packaging paper (from rice, cookies etc., rather thin but a lot more sturdy than regular paper, easily bendable) - super sturdy cardboard (still looks thin, but it's so hard it breaks easily when bend too hard) - corrugated cardboard (thick, but can be squished to be thinner; a pain to cut with scissors - recommend to use a knife)

Tips for working with paper: - scratch the shiny, printed side of the cardboard packaging to make it easier to glue (you can also try to gently peel it off, but it's not always possible) - another gluing tip: use masking tape or clippers to hold elements together before the glue starts to work, otherwise you may have to hold them in your hands and wait forever - if the paper is thin enough, curl it up to fit before gluing it onto a rounded surface (I mean something like this, except I just press it against a table and not my finger; it can be done with any tool really - scissors, ruler, pencil, edge of the table etc.) - the magazine paper can be used like a sculpting medium (bent, twisted, crumpled into balls etc.) to fill any empty spaces and even things out - I used it to make a "beveled edge" on two of the cylindrical parts, that's why they're covered in colorful stripes

IV. CONSTRUCTION (best part) Time to build some cylinders (how exciting!). I started with the tall middle one. Do I have to explain it? Just remember to add the details (the "bars", aka two layers of cardboard packaging paper spaced evenly) to it before you glue all the parts together.

For the thinner cylinders I simply glued circles of corrugated cardboard together, then covered the sides with a strip of cardboard packaging paper bent to shape. Depending on how tall the cylinder is, one can cut out two circles (top and bottom part), then sandwich (glue) some more scraps inbetween and cover the sides.

Now onto the two tricky parts: 1) Bottom I cut a ring out of the sturdiest cardboard I had and built an armature on top of it. It was then covered with magazine paper strips dipped in glue to create a half-sphere (basically paper mache). I filled it with even more crumpled paper to help hold the shape.

To make those funky "bolts" I scruffed each of those parts a bit a the bottom by cutting about 5 mm into them, so the paper would bend inwards allowing it to better fit the uneven surface. Then glued on the caps (this is when I run out of patience, filled the "bolts" with hot glue, placed random scraps on top of each one and then cut them into shape ..whatever works).

When you have everything assembled and it doesn't look the best, you can use more magazine paper to try to fill any gaps. Even better if you have air dry clay (that's what I used to even the half-sphere a bit). It's great for smoothing out the transition between parts if mistakes were made. If you want to make it super smooth you can use sanding paper.

2) Chompers (most important) I planned out the jaws on checkered paper, constructing the shape by following the lines or making diagonals, so it would be easy to replicate and make adjustments (super easy to measure).

It was then traced and cut out of cardboard packaging paper. I connected each part using masking tape to shape it into a jaw and check if it fits the grenade - after some adjustments were made I glued everything in place.

I wanted the jaws to be thick, so up to three additional layers of corrugated cardboard were cut out and glued on the inside of the initial "sculpt" - this allowed me to carve the eyes through the first layer.

V. PAINTING (suffering) general tips, because I'm not an expert - I used acrylics and started with painting everything black, then color and simple shading, then highlights (thin, bright lines on the edges), and paint splatters at the very end - the layering allowed me to later scratch some of the paint off to add more texture - follow your refs closely, you can even pic colors of off them (using a graphic software or any color picker online) to hint what to mix (eg. the jaws had a greenish/blue tint, so I mixed a bit of green paint with black and white)

- more on that note: just try not to use only black and white (that's what I did on my first try, when I forgot how painting works) - on the final version even the bottom part (which may seem plain black) has a drop of red or brown added; the highlights are not purely white either - it takes a lot of time and requires angelic patience (took me 2 days); take a break if you get too angry or frustrated

And I think that's it!

It's my first time trying to explain stuff and I wasn't sure how much detail to include, so if anything's unclear or missing I'll update the post. Feel free to ask and point out stuff, I'll be happy to help!

Good luck have fun

[chaotic-fandom-writer]

Adam x Reader P.4 (Hazbin Hotel)

Sorry for the short part, life loves to get in the way. Promise the next one will be longer!

I also apologize for the delay on posting this, I had a bigger part almost completely written up, and a storm took out my wifi, and I lost all of my work. The part is so much shorter today because I wanted to hurry and quickly get something out for you guys this morning.

Part 5 will be out tonight so long as there's no more interruptions like that lol! And I promise it will be much longer, I have some good stuff planned!

Enjoy!

Warnings: Heavy cursing, violence, adult themes

Chapters I - II - III - IV - V - VI - VII

Adam

Adam tried his hardest to stay away. Really, he did, because he knew he would be putting you in harm's way by breaking Sera's rules. But it was hard.

Once he realized who you were back on that rooftop, all you've done is consume his mind. He missed you. He never thought he'd see you again. Now, the universe plops you down right in front of him, just to take you away again?

He couldn't stand it.

So, every night, he'd wear something unrecognizable, and go to your street.

If he stood in just the right spot, he could get a glimpse of you in your living room through the blinds.

Every night, he went, and every night, he saw the same thing.

You, curled up on the couch, in the dark. And he could hear you.

Crying.

It made Adam's stomach turn to hear you in so much pain. He never thought he could care about anybody like this ever again, but here you are, making him feel all these stupid fucking things.

He wanted to run right up to your door, kick it open, tell you everything about who you are, and hold you tight.

He wanted to kiss you, as much as he hated to admit it to himself. He wanted to feel your skin underneath his fingertips.

Damn her. He thought. Damn her for making me feel like this, and not even knowing it.

Adam really believed he could handle this as long as he got to see you from a distance sometimes. She's just some girl, he would tell himself. What are you getting so worked up for?

Until one day, he started to notice someone talking to you. A neighbor, it appeared. He would come knocking on your door every day with gifts - dinner, flowers, sweets - you name it.

Adam sat watching you one night, like he always did, and his greatest fear came true - he watched as you invited this man inside.

Nothing happened, thankfully, but his blood boiled at the sight of some guy trying to win you over.

Finally, he had enough.

One day, he waited outside for the neighbor to appear. And he did.

"Hey. HEY!"

The man turns, startled, relaxing slightly when he sees it's Adam. "Oh, hello Adam! Did you need something?"

"Yeah, I need to know why the fuck you keep visiting (Y/N)."

The man scratches the back of his head sheepishly. "Well.. we live next door to each other, and every day, all I can hear is her crying.

I don't think anyone should live like that, even if they were a sinner! And I figure, hey, she can't be bad if she redeemed herself, right? And she isn't she's actually a very sweet, beautiful-"

Adam cuts the man off with a punch to the wall, cracking the brick and making the man jump.

"Listen up fuckbag, I'm only gonna say this once.

That's my fucking wife you're hitting on, and if you go near her again, I'll make you regret it.

Stay the fuck away from her. She's mine."

Adam leaves the man in a pile of nerves and sweat, flying away from the scene.

I can't believe I just did that. I feel like a fucking simp.

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You

Days had gone by since you'd seen him, or anyone else for that matter. You thought maybe you had made a new friend, your neighbor, but even he stopped coming to see you, too. You started trying to leave your room as little as possible. Every now and then, you'd notice Sera lingering at the end of the hall, but as soon as she saw you, she'd leave.

Truthfully, you could care less. You missed home. You missed your friends.

Tired of sitting around being Heaven's newest exibit to marvel at, you decided enough was enough.

I'm leaving this fucking place. No matter what I have to do. It's time to come up with a plan.

Packing one, small bag, you set it next to your door in case you needed a quick exit. Best to travel light.

The only problem was finding a portal back into Hell. You obviously couldn't just go ask someone to take you back. You considered doing something to get into trouble, but without knowing exactly how the angels would react, it would be too much of a risk.

You decided to break into Sera's office. It seems like a crazy, risky thing to do, but you figured if there's any kind of physical item that can help you, it had to be there, right?

You waited for the cover of night before sneaking to the office. The building was quiet at night, still, and silent.

You approached her door, straining your eyes for any possible sounds. After hearing nothing, you knock softly on the door.

No response.

You push the door slightly, and it creaks open. Peeking inside, you find an empty room. You enter, quietly shutting the door behind you.

You take your time searching the room, shuffling through papers and looking through cabinets.

Then finally, you see it.

Underneath Sera's desk is a gold-lined trap door. You reach for the handle and find it open. Inside is a small hiding space, occupied by some files, a wooden box, and a smaller box.

You reach for the big box, but when your fingers touch it, it suddenly sparks, shooting volts of pain through your arm.

You gasp, yanking your hand away. The box glues with strange carvings.

Taking a deep breath, you reach for the smaller box. This one doesn't hurt you, so you open it.

Inside, you find a glowing gem. The purplish-blue hues of light reflect off your irises, your eyes glowing at the sight.

You reach for it, and it allows you to do so.

Something about it speaks to you, telling you that it's purpose is what you're looking for. Unsure why, you feel certain that this is what you're looking for. You close everything up and quickly retreat back to your home.

Putting the gem in a safe, hidden spot, you quickly realize you have no idea how to activate it, and mentally curse your own luck.

Maybe I can convince someone to show me, or even trick them. You thought to yourself.

Either way, I'm getting out of here.

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Don't forget, I'm always accepting requests!

Chapters I - II - III - IV - V - VI - VII

[specialmedicalcentre]

Mitra's Surprise

"We're almost ready, Mitra," Nurse Lan said, adjusting the nasal cannula under her nose. "Do you have any questions before we start?"

Mitra scrunched her nose a bit, trying to get used to the feeling of the tubes in her nostrils. She realized with some awkwardness that she hadn't asked a single question as the nurse was prepping her.

"Actually…I do. Ah, I don't really know what…well, this is all for." Mitra lifted her arms slightly, tubes and wires moving about. She felt like an experiment.

Nurse Lan smiled, discreetly making sure that Mitra didn't pull on her IVs. "Ok, sure - what do you want to know?"

Mitra took a deep breath and looked down at herself, her eyes scanning intently over her body. Sheepishly, she asked, quietly, "…first, I guess…can you tell me again what we're doing?"

"Sure." As she talked, the nurse busied herself checking a nearby vitals monitor, tapping on the screen to enter data. "Your doctor has prescribed a stress test to examine your heart under exercise. Look, it reads here…" Nurse Lan consulted a chart. "…that you may have a slight arrythmia and possible tachycardia. Right?"

Nodding, Mitra said, "…right, ok. I remember that." The doctor visits, the embarrassing exams, and the worried feeling in her stomach were reminders enough. "But…how am I going to exercise with all these - you know, things on me?"

"Well, that's easy - you won't be exercising on the treadmill today - you're going to sit right there. This is a chemical stress test. We'll make your heart work hard, and we'll measure your cardiac performance with these machines. All you have to do is breathe."

She made it sound too easy, Mitra thought. "Okay…well, the…the blood pressure thing." Mitra slightly lifted her right arm for emphasis, finding that the tubes and hoses sort of prevented it. "Why do I have to wear two? And they're…kind of tight."

Nurse Lan leaned over, and placing a hand on Mitra's BP cuff, smiled. "Oh, that's just how we have to do it, Mitra. And you're wearing two cuffs so we can track your pressure closely. They're going to inflate one at a time, and we'll compare them as your heart works hard. You might be uncomfortable at first, but the inflation pressure will even out. Look, I'll start the measurement now. Ready?"

Lan pressed a square on the monitor screen, and the cuff on Mitra's right arm began to tighten, inflating with a buzzing sound. She could hear the velcro straining and popping against the pressure. Instinctively, she held her arm up as it was squeezed.

"Just leave it at your side, honey." Lan gently guided Mitra's arm back into her lap. Mitra was only wearing her panties under her exam gown, and her hand was hot through the fabric; she could feel it on her belly. Absent-mindedly, she checked to see if her breasts were visible through the thin fabric. The cuff squeezed her arm savagely.

"Oww." Mitra said, involuntarily.

"The first time is the hardest." Lan said. Suddently, the cuff stopped inflating. Step by step, it began to release her. The machine clicked each time. After a few clicks, a loud boop sounded, and the cuff went whoosh. "One-twenty five over ninety. Maybe you're a little anxious." Lan wrote something on Mitra's chart.

Mitra flexed her arm to relax it. "When…when does the other one do that?" She motioned to her left arm.

Lan looked at the monitor, squinting. "Every…three minutes, honey."

Mitra looked down at herself again. There were pads stuck to her chest and her shoulders, wires everywhere…and under her gown, too. She could feel them pulling on her breasts. "So…what are these for?" She motioned downward with her chin.

"Those," Lan said, writing some other things on the chart, "are to measure your heartbeat. They're for an EKG. Ever have that done?"

Mitra shook her head. "No, no I haven't."

Lan nodded. "Well, each time your heart beats, we can see the electrical activity here." She motioned to the screen. With a final tap, Lan brought up Mitra's EKG, and a shrill beeping began, accompanied by a bouncing green line on the screen. Three lines, in fact. "These are your EKG traces. We can see all kinds of things…arrythmia, heartrate, cardiac muscle activity…"

The beeping was irregular: sometimes fast, sometimes slow. A green number glowed beside the traces, hovering around 77..78..76.

Lan followed Mitra's eyes. "That's your heartrate, honey. We're going to get that good and fast during the stress test." Lan checked her watch. "We're all set, Mitra. Do you have any more questions?"

Mitra stared at the screen, watching and feeling her heart beat. Her left BP cuff began an inflation cycle, jarring her out of her reverie. Three minutes gone, she thought. She watched the magenta BP numbers counting up on the screen. "No more questions, I guess…wait."

Lan was busy preparing something, her back to Mitra. "What's that, honey?" She responded without turning.

"…um. How is my heart going to work hard without exercise, again?" Mitra asked.

"Oh, we'll handle that." Lan said. She turned to Mitra, holding a large syringe full of a milky yellow fluid. "Remember, this is a chemical stress test."

Mitra's eyes went wide. Her BP cuff squeezed her tightly; she could hear her heart rate begin to speed up already.

Lan continued. "This medication will stimulate your heart; I'm going to inject it into your IV now. Ok, Mitra, here we go."

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[rathayibacter]

KATABASIS

The first thing you feel after death is water. Rushing, frigid, turbulent water. You’re battered about, dragged across jagged rocks and coarse sand in a river with no top or bottom, no beginning or end. Your continuity of experience shatters from the pain; it’s impossible to tell how long you’ve been here because every moment is ripped away from every other.

KATABASIS is a folkpunk pointcrawl ttrpg about trying to escape the afterlife through force. players are spirits who use manifestations of their emotional baggage as weapons, armor, and tools in order to fight their way through a hostile concrete afterlife. maybe, if you fight your hardest, uncover every secret, and come back from every death, you'll manage to find a way out.

Your mind breaks, and you’re unable to hold yourself together. Your memories are torn to shreds, leaving you with only disconnected tatters. Your body is ground to dust, but despite it all your heart persists. It sinks deeper into the water, where it slowly petrifies.

i released the first version of KATABASIS three whole years ago, and it's been sitting in the back of my mind ever since. mechanically and narratively, it was the weirdest thing id done yet, but it also had a load of glaring flaws that've been bugging me ever since. recently, ive been hard at work doing a complete overhaul of the game, taking the best ideas and building a wholly new structure for them.

Finally, you wash ashore. Your heart is dragged onto the sand by the waves, where it’s carefully fished out and left to dry. Your mind, finally able to rest, begins to form the idea of a body. Your heart, no longer flesh, begins beating in your spectral chest.

KATABASIS draws on a pretty wild variety of sources. my three main inspirations, what i think of as the core pillars of the game, are the Dark Souls series, The Things They Carried by Tim O'Brien, and the paintings of Jean-Pierre Ugarte. altogether, we wind up with a view of the afterlife that's quiet, painful, inhospitable, and yet still teeming with a strange beauty. it's not what you were promised, and it's not going to welcome you, but if you do manage to escape it'll have planted its seeds in your heart. maybe, when this is all over, you'll even miss it.

You wake up, most of your ordeal forgotten. All you can remember now is the water.

[junabyclairo]

ok but imagine you and carmy were married for a bit and then divorced bc he couldn’t figure out his work-life balance but when you guys divorced, you didn’t know you were pregnant… so maybe it flashes forward to when he picks up their kid and he keeps realizing that he lost everything

sorry that this is long but i love angst

yasss i love angst and ive def imagined stuff like this with others

so after you and carm got married you very quickly realized that you were very much not his first priority. of course you knew that the bear was one of the most important things in his life - however, you didn't realize that that would mean him being away from you every single day for a year. but you were with him every step of the way, even when everything felt well, fucked. and like it didn't matter anymore because of how distanced he was from you. it was hard deciding (by yourself mind you) to get a divorce. but it was what needed to be done, printing out the papers and signing them then leaving. going to a friends house and just waiting for him to find them and call or even text you.

a month or so after you both signed the papers, you realized that your period hadn't come yet. and after taking three tests, you called carmen. after a month of avoiding his, sugar's, and even richie's calls you finally called him. tears streaming down your face and him begging you to come back home so your baby would have a good, functional home.

co-parenting wasn't the hardest thing ever. the worst part about it was realizing that he wasn't with you anymore. ans thinking about how if he had only taken a few days off, he would be spending time with your daughter, and you. he hates how much he fucked up but, he's glad that you're happier now.

a/n: i'm so sorry this is horrible i'm not good at angst oddly enough 😖

[wiihtigo]

CASEY NATION RISE 7, 9, 17, 20, 23, 25

ask game

7. What’s one way your OC has changed since you first came up with them?

i used to think that she didnt care much about the art of actually acting and cinema and stuff and for her it was more about just being famous and it didnt matter how. i think that was partially because although i knew i wanted her to lust for fame and money the acting dream was kind of just randomly decided on. i thought i could easily swap it out with modelling or singing or something and it wouldnt make much difference. but the more time ive spent with casey, the more i see her as a true lover of movies and art....which i think leads in well to her endgame job being a script editor rather than an actor. her true talents lie behind the screen even if she herself doesnt see it...

9. Do you have a specific lyric or quote which you associate with your OC?

whats a girl to do - cristina

a post canon (after nell dies) caseys life anthem:)

17. What is the worst thing you have put your OC through story-wise?

well i was going to blame it entirely on you that nell dies and i had no say in that but i suppose i did come up with her emotional reaction to that myself, which causes me a lot of slow damage pain. SO I GUESS THAT..the fact she pushes michelle away after it happens is really depressing to me because thats literally her only friend left and only possible pillar of support, but she pushes her away because she hates everything and shes mad shes not nell and shes mad at her family and wants to explode. I think she'd be marginally less suicidal if she stayed friends with her.....

I guess also pulling from alternate realities the one where she dies is pretty fucked up. and very painful. and nell doesnt even make it to her to cradle her in her arms. SAD

20. Does your OC have a tendency to get jealous? If so, how does this manifest?

yyessss. at least when he and nell start getting lowkey. no. highkey #serious. early in their setup he wouldnt gaf if nell was married to a businesswoman in russia.but when they start ummmm [redacted] then hes like waittt. lol waittttttt lol wait. lol. WAITTT. gets a little annoyed when theyre at the doom patrol warehouse party and jayna from the wonder twins tries to get ladybugs number. THATS MY BODYGUARD..GET YOUR OWN. it manifests in that he'll get clingy to nell and mean and passive aggressive (or just aggressive) towards the person pissing him off. will be petty and spiteful (sees some poor scared nervous young lesbian trying to say hi to nell so he slides in and nuzzles up to her shoulder in public to let that sstupid kid know to go away)

idk why he does this. if you asked him if he liked nell he would say And what has she done to MAKE me like her

23. What emotion is the hardest for your OC to process? How about express?

lol GRIEF. little casey has never experienced a death before nell! not even a pet death. she has no idea how to process those feelings or cope with them in the slightest. she goes like catatonic immediately after the fact bcuz shes so completely shocked and wasnt prepared for it at all (lowkey thought ladybug was too awesomeand strong to ever get got. stupidd)

on the complete flip side, also .....l-l-l-l-l-l-l--l-l-l-l-l-l...LOVE. or at least feeling a smidge of serious romantic attraction to someone. in canon end she never gets to deal with that bcuz she only realizes it after nell died and then promptly buried everything related to nell deep inside a hole. but in nyc nell simply has an epic near death experience where hes hospitalized and thats when casey is like fuuuuuuuuuck that scared me. DO I LIKE HER? she acts a bit pathetic and tsundere abt it which is endearing to me personally. maybe scares nell a bit. its cute to me though <3

25. What is your favorite thing about your OC?

shes not a good person </3 shes selfish and mean and doesnt care about other people </3 bent on revenge and hating </3 genuinely not a good guy </3 i love everything negative about casey the most

i also think secretary characters are sexy.

[ambrossart]

I decided to write my own it fanfiction because of you!! ive read some of your and other critics about bowers gang stories and im trying my hardest to take those in consideration, but i also feel like im late lol the it fandom is almost non existent 😔��� do you have any advice or tips?

First off, I love that you’re working on your own fic. That’s so awesome!

Second… gosh, I don’t even know if I’m qualified to be giving advice. My writing is so niche, and I feel like there are better people to ask about this kind of thing. I mean, there has to be, right? Or maybe the fandom is that dead. 😬 😂 I dunno, I’m kind of an outsider when it comes to the IT fandom. Apart from writing Paper Men, I don’t interact with it much… or at all, honestly. I’m like a kid playing alone in the sandbox. Sometimes other kids stop by, say hi, compliment my sandcastle, but for the most part I’m just entertaining myself.

So here’s my generic, cliched advice:

Write the fanfiction you wanna read.

Seriously, do whatever you want.

When I started Paper Men, I stopped caring about what everyone else is doing.

This is truly the best advice I can give you: do whatever you want.

Now, to get more Bowers gang specific (I'm assuming you're writing about the Bowers gang. If not, some of these still apply):

Accept these characters for what they are: 🗑️🗑️🗑️ and 🔥🗑️

You can't fix them. You can't change them. I don't care how special your character is. I don't care how "in love" these boys claim to be. These guys are horrible people and partners, and nothing is gonna change that. Nothing.

This is especially true for Henry and Patrick. Henry's way too damaged and Patrick can't magically grow a conscience, so embrace that or stay the hell away from them.

With Belch and Vic, you have a lot more flexibility, especially if you’re going the romance route.

That doesn’t mean you can’t have Henry and Patrick in relationships. You just have to tread carefully and understand your limitations. The rules are different with those two.

Book!Patrick and movie!Patrick are separate characters, so if you wanna make Patrick a little softer, go with his movie portrayal. Since he had such little screentime, you can give him whatever personality you want.

Don't romanticize their violent/abusive/toxic behavior. Seriously, don't.

Avoid the New Kid trope at all costs. It's been done to death at this point.

And no, the Bowers gang won’t be nice to the new kid. Ever.

At best, they’re just gonna ignore them.

Odds are your character isn't going to be close friends with both the Losers club and the Bowers gang. These groups are natural enemies and, more importantly (and especially if you're following the movie canon), they're in completely different age groups. The Bowers gang are all 15-16 and the Losers are 12-13. These groups rarely mix.

If you’re gonna have all the canon characters be drawn to your character, you better give her/him/them one helluva magnetic personality. Otherwise, it’ll seem forced.

Don't have invisible parents. Yes, I realize Derry is full of abusive/neglectful parents, but I feel like many writers go this route simply because it's more convenient. No parents means no rules. But it also isn't very realistic.

Please, please, please, don't ignore Belch and Vic, especially Belch.

Better yet, write about Belch! Nobody ever does 🥺

If you haven't already, read the book.

Sorry, it's hard to give advice without knowing more about your story. I don't know if you're writing a romance or not. I don't know what characters you're focusing on. I don’t know if you’re creating an original character. So if you want more specific advice, you can always DM me or shoot me another Ask. My inbox is always open. 😊

[miupow]

✨️💛🔮!

about me ask game !!

✨️— out of all of the comments you've recieved on your fics, what are two or three of your favorites?

these four comments i've gotten over my year on tumblr have stuck with me so much. shout out to everyone who's ever sent me feedback on my works, they make me cry (in a good way!)

"if this fic was a dessert, it would be TOO SWEET! u guys i was smiling so hard reading this, my roommate was like “why are you so happy?” i honestly loved every second of this and each kiss was so uniquely beomgyu. the “i’m done with my games; pay attention to me!”, the “so soon you won’t even have time to miss me”…i could go on on about this!!" -- @chasingthatjjunie on five kisses.

#oh my god i’m silent after this one#one so cute to have a summoning circle in a hyperpink room I love it so much#two LOSER VIRGIN INCUBUS#the jokes about god made me giggle#some lines that SOLD me#am I doing good little human?#fuck no i’m not done I need more I can’t stop need to make you cum again and again#if it’s ever too much tell me please 🫠#oh god you’re going to ruin me#you marked me up pretty girl now I have to return the favor I could just eat you wholePLEASE#be a good girl and beg for it maybe i’ll give you that firstborn you want so badly!!!!!!!!!! IM RUINED IM WEAK#AND HOW HE JUST KEPT GOING 🫠#READ THIS NOW PLS -- @biteyoubiteme on under the moon.

If i knew what kind of masterpiece I would experience by reading this I would have cherished every word and sentence a bit better. -- @lowsuga on just like magic.

i just wanna say this might be the best hyuka smut fic ive ever read. me personally i feel like out of five i find him the hardest to write, because he just seems so sweet, but i love how you used that side of him in your advantage when writing this fic. you're literally so smart! this is also my first time reading bdsm, and this fic made me like it. i feel like this sparked something in me and i might just look for more haha! the transition of him being sweet to freaky is really goosebumps! this was so good lia, love your works so much -- @seolis-world on duality. (i miss u sm)

💛— what is the most impactful thing you've learned about writing?

just how much motivation and ambition needs to come from within. to stop writing for others and to write stories that i enjoy writing. how much joy and whimsy will come back to you once you stop focusing on requests and the desires of your following

🔮— any advice for any writers experiencing writers block or burnout?

don't worry about notes or followers. don't compare your works to the works of other people, especially if they're bigger, more popular blogs. don't write about what you think other people would like, write about what you would like. and most importantly, don't ever forget that writing is supposed to be fun. a writing blog is a hobby, not a job, so don't let it become one. don't let your worries make it not fun or exciting anymore.

[sukunasun]

So just a thought, do you think Geto would fall for a non- sorcerer I know the chances are slim, but perhaps a small sliver how do you think he would react, do you think he would want to eliminate said person or do think he would try everything in his power to frighten them away..just asking.... perhaps pining for that idea.

And also I love the scene where Geto makes tea and stretches his arm out on the couch!! Such a king😭😭😤😤❤️❤️

aww i love the way he leans into and fills up a space...man spreader that he is, feet kicked up and his wide expanse of arms and shoulders are enough to take up an entire couch...

and the tips of his fingers are warm when grasping his teacup. in a way that surprises you at first, you'd think he'd be careless with it, maybe hold it by the rim like a whiskey glass, or he'd forget the saucer altogether. but it isn't the first time he's made you tea. and you know of his skill, well, it's less of a skill and more like practiced steps he's grown accustomed to, embedded in his hands, he's just that little bit casual, clumsy, and so very calloused when he rips the top off that sachet, tea bag he doesn't bother to be gentle with, he'll just drop it in, hot water he boils from an electric kettle, geto doesn't take temperatures, so be it tepid or steaming, he'll only know once the steam wafts and he watches the colour seep from the fibers. an amber he's come to name earl grey, a lighter golden he calls chamomile on sleepless nights. and sometimes, just on special occasions, he'll pull out the ceremonial grade matcha and grind it up nice and silky for you, a green that's not too dark, not too translucent, bubbling froth on the surface that stains your upper lip. "it's good," he whispers, smooching it off at first with teasing, light kisses. but you think he's done it on purpose, who knew the mellow, earthy taste was enough to get him this needy.

...sigh i could go on about suguru and tea to no end, but to answer your Q, i feel it's not impossible...i guess there would be a little bit of pushing you away hahah, like he wants to challenge you, make you see that he's not the best person to fall in love with and maybe you're not the person for him, he knows all the ways people can hurt him, he's swallowed a ton of curses from the heartbroken and vengeful to know. but in a way he's showing you who he really is, what he's like, selfish at times, selective, a little somber, and so very stunning.

geto loves the hardest and with everything within him, if ever there were a person he deems worthy of his affections and they were a non-sorcerer, he'd grapple with it at first but it would not be a waste. geto takes his time, one who requires understanding, he'd probably try to rationalize his idea of you and the doubt he has with where a relationship would even lead, it's not something he jumps into but then again...i feel his passions get the best of him, ultimately when geto finds that person. it's pretty much game over. geto's love doesn't hide, it will be your reckoning, the end and beginning of all things.

anw, this is so long omg hahaha i wont bore you with my rambling but i wrote some teen geto fics that touch upon this a bit more, you can find them here // here // and here

thanks so much for sending this in, ive been loving the new season, so much geto content i can't get enough of him! 💛

[nexttothelamp]

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[binders-and-beanies]

Uhhh life update under the cut (neutral but very ranty)

So I started/ am starting a new internship this week. I didn’t update much throughout the process bc things at my last one got increasingly heinous, like actually abusive n after that trauma I’m too scared to even consider what my future looks like rn. And if I were to express every shitty thing that’s gone on the past month it would actually consume all my time and I’m trying to move on. One can only hope that it was one brief part of my social work journey but the trust issues are real n will probably affect me as long as I live and I’m not even being dramatic 👍🏻 however comma it appears my dream of being a Therapist™️ is not lost, im excited n terrified to say that im going to be a substance use disorders therapist for the next 7 months, if I end up rly liking that it may be a long term thing and if its not my strong suit i still have the option to pursue more general therapy or whatever else. Ive been experiencing a million and six emotions abt this transition bc its been so uniquely stressful and I dont feel prepared but i want this to be like,, a third shot at building a relationship w a workplace that furthers my development n confidence in the field, n i want to be the person for clients that i set out to be when i decided on social work. It’s tough to feel available for smth intense like this when i dont rly get to heal from what’s going on w me personally rn but i kinda gotta just jump in and keep going like i always have. Maybe this will all be a necessary step towards a better quality of life in the future idk. Im sooo so scared but im also so excited to be doing the thing that my previous job kinda stole from me. And even if this ends up being the hardest thing ive ever done its getting me out of a situation that was traumatizing me more each day and im grateful for that. I’ll always look back on this first several months of grad school as a particularly rough time but HOPEFULLY someday I can laugh at how those few months were so insane but the rest of grad school actually got me somewhere. I’m stuck between not wanting to dare to hope vs being even More afraid of that trauma bleeding into my next chapter so I’m just rly insisting on starting over n making this a fresh (if slightly late) start

[imsogayyippee]

favorite lyric from each mcr album?

oh that's. pretty hard to decide hold on

long ass post sooo ↓

so from bullets, some lines i really like are:

"and you must keep your soul like a secret in your throat" (vampires will never hurt you)

"Oh, how wrong we were to think that immortality meant never dying" (our lady of sorrows)

"with ice cold hands and grabs a hold of your heart/that's if you've still got one that's left inside that cave you call a chest" (skylines and turnstiles)

"i'd end my days with you in a hail of bullets" (demolition lovers)

"And after all the things we put each other through and/I would drive on to the end with you/a liquor store or two keeps the gas tank full and/I feel like there's nothing left to do/But prove myself to you and we'll keep it running" (demolition lovers)

"All we are, all we are/Is bullets, I mean this" (demolition lovers)

"As lead rains will pass on through our phantoms/Forever, forever/Like scarecrows that fuel this flame we're burning/Forever and ever/Know how much I want to show you you're the only one/Like a bed of roses, there's a dozen reasons in this gun" (demolition lovers)

from three cheers for sweet revenge:

"Can you hear me?/Are you near me?/Can we pretend to leave and then/We'll meet again/When both our cars collide" (helena)

"well, don't I look pretty walking down the street in the best damn dress I own?" (give 'em hell, kid)

"pain in my heart for your dying wish/I'll kiss your lips again, yeah" (you know what they do to guys like us in prison)

"pull the plug, but i'd like to learn your name/when holding on/oh, i hope you do the same" (the jetset life is gonna kill you)

"Preach all you want, but who's gonna save me?/I keep a gun in the book you gave me" (thank you for the venom)

"Don't stop if I fall and don't look back/Oh, baby, don't stop/Bury me and fade to black" (hang 'em high)

"when you go, just know that I will remember you/if living was the hardest part/we'll then one day be together/and in the end we'll fall apart/just like the leaves change in colors" (it's not a fashion statement, it's a fucking deathwish)

"And we'll love again, we'll laugh again, we'll cry again, and we'll dance again!/and it's better off this way, so much better off this way/I can't clean the blood off the sheets in my bed!/and never again, and never again/they gave us two shots to the back of the head/and we're all dead now" (i never told you what i do for a living)

from the black parade:

"you might wake up and notice you're someone you're not/if you look in the mirror and don't like what you see/you can find out first hand what it's like to be me" (the end.)

"and would you even turn to say i don't love you like i did yesterday" (i don't love you)

"tell me i'm an angel/take this to my grave/tell me i'm a bad man/kick me like a stray" (house of wolves)

"You should have raised a babygirl/I should have been a better son" (mama)

"and if you would call me your sweetheart/i'd maybe then sing you a song/but there's shit that i've done with this fuck of a gun/you would cry out your eyes all along" (mama)

"so shut your eyes/kiss me goodbye/and sleep/just sleep/the hardest part's the awful things that i've seen" (sleep)

"na, na, na, na, na, na, na (let's blow an artery) /na, na, na, na, na, na, na (get plastic surgery) /na, na, na, na, na, na, na /keep your apology, give us more detonation" (na na na)

"coming out of this place in a bullet's embrace" (bulletproof heart)

"are we still having fun?/are you holding the gun?" (planetary (GO!))

"they laugh, we don't think it's funny/if what you are is just what you own/what have you become when they take from you/almost everything?" (DESTROYA)

there's probably more but it's late and ive been writing this for like an hour LMAOOO im sorry 4 not answering before

[selfundiagnosed]

i tried to go through my main tiktok to private all my cringe videos from when i was 18-20 because i have some people that are still mutuals with me on that account for reasons i DONT understand theyre like cool girls i used to watch on vine & are even cooler now. So i was wanting to maybe go back to posting idk i feel like i am a lot more refined than i was when they initially followed me right like i can do better. and uhm. it was so painful. probably the hardest thing ive ever had to do and i have had to do some extremely painful and distressing things before. things i would rather die than do again. i got like 1/3 of the way through my videos before i ended up cringing so hard i started trying to run away from my own body and hitting myself in the head tears threatening to fall from how frustrated and mad i was while STILL trying to keep pushing through and still watch them. i cried for like an entire hour about it after that and everyone in the room with me was like consoling me and telling me to do it in small bits if its that painful and that the humor was different in 2019. It was just like comments people made about me that i had read at the time and didnt understand… i understood. like how i moved, how i talked, my speech pattern, how dumb i sounded, the stupid hills i died on. & i was an adult! So im kind of terrified for fucking KIDS AND TEENAGERS posting on that app atm. That experience was actually more painful that ripping my teeth out with pliers i cannot explain to you guys how deeply painful it was. I literally havent picked up going through my videos since it was so painful. Im soooo done.

[javic-piotr-thane]

“Like I think just personality wise, Gwen is the most capable leader “

i don’t strictly disagree, much in the same way i don’t disagree that ianto wouldn’t thrive in taking command, and ive said ab my communist theory just now haha

i think my opinion is probably tempered by how i see gwen? which is someone who will take charge & lead but often won’t make the most sensible decisions because she’s too swayed by her emotions (which isn’t necessarily bad, but i think torchwood leadership needs to be more cynical than emotional)

i know these are s2, but i’m thinking of the things that have confused me in her actions (very simplified) - in sleeper, she refuses to promise beth that they will not unfreeze her if they can’t fix her, something beth is clearly terrified about happening (given she kills herself at the end); and in meat she potentially jeopardises people because of her worry for rhys. i also would say the fairies thing too but the majority if not all of the team were upset by that (which i also don’t really understand, perhaps its my autism lol) so that one is more useless as a point here.

there absolutely are moments she excels, but i think chronologically between s1 & 2 she isn’t quite there yet. but yeah, again, odds are none of the others particularly cared to lead and so she was the best option (in that she perhaps did want to lead) but it always struck me as a little odd the newest torchwood agent became the highest ranking one

i think the fairies thing ("how can you give the child to them?!" uhh the child wants to go?? and also otherwise there would be untold revenge??) stumped a lot of people, you're definitely not alone there - i think the writers aimed for a more emotional response from viewers but that didn't quite happen in my impression :''D

and that's actually a good example for a lot of things, like Gwen the main character = the character most of the audience is supposed to relate to. but many (most?) don't.

Gwen is RTD's baby, she's the main character, of course she's in charge. she took over from Suzie who was Jack's Second, and therefore gets to be Second pretty quickly as well. apparently. also main characters have to be special and/or leader characters, that's just how it be. (something something it took Star Trek over 50 years to have a show with a main character who's not captain. only to make her captain later.)

but.... let's take a stop here maybe, because even writing this, i can feel myself slipping back into the negativity i've held for a long time regarding Gwen's... special position in Torchwood, both canon and in the bts and meta sense. and i unironically think leaving that behind was the hardest but also the best thing i've ever done in this fandom. because yeah there's gripes to be had. but i really don't want to be bitter, you feel?? i want to think about and enjoy an interpretation of Gwen (and everyone else, for that matter) that makes me happy and not angry or upset. partially born from fanon, partially born from a mix-up of all the different flavors of canon we have received over the years.

speaking of, regarding the novels; you don't have to rush to read them or anything. some are quite good, but some are something else :''D in fact i think i unintentionally spiralled into a lot of Gwen negativity (i don't like to say Gwenbashing because i like to think i never got that horrible on this blog, but if someone wants to use that term for some of my older posts ig that's fair) back when i first read those, (particularly but not only 12, 13 and 14) because holy fucking hell Gwen's characterisation there is. is not okay at times. everyone is mischaracterized at times in the books but Gwen's bits definitely had the biggest impact on me by far and in the worst way. so maybe. stay away :'D (or only read the first eight for a start, they're decent and have all the people. so double win!)