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fascinated by how "dislocate" seems to be a word used almost exclusively to refer to the misalignment of bodies, or parts of the body, from their proper place. it's distinctly anatomical. you don't say "i dislocated my keys" for instance, even though that's technically a correct and coherent sentence.

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A Collection of My Favorite Parenthetical Asides in Disco Elysium:

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if you're trying to get into the head of your story's antagonist, try writing an "Am I the Asshole" reddit post from their perspective, explaining their problems and their plans for solving them. Let the voice and logic come through.

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Oh god it’s the same lesson again in a different form

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"Stuck in the timeloop as a punishment" is cool and all, but stuck in the timeloop voluntarily though? Oh, brother. Stuck in the timeloop cause you just can't move on. Stuck in the timeloop even if you know that it's not real and whatever should've happen already did. Stuck in the timeloop even if doesn't makes you happy. You just can't bear the thought of not being able to see them ever again. Stuck in the timeloop even if you know you should move on. Stuck in the timeloop even if you know they would want you to move on.

But maybe just a little while longer.

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Humanity went extinct. However, the supernatural creatures pretending to be human were so good at it that no one realized there were no more humans for over 200 years.

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Ao3 save me, save me ao3

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a party of adventurers that are all equally convinced that they are in completely different forms of media

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My biggest tip for fanfic writers is this: if you get a character's mannerisms and speech pattern down, you can make them do pretty much whatever you want and it'll feel in character.

Logic: Characters, just like real people, are mallable. There is typically very little that's so truly, heinously out of character that you absolutely cannot make it work under any circumstance. In addition, most fans are also willing to accept characterization stretches if it makes the fic work. Yeah, we all know the villain and the hero wouldn't cuddle for warmth in canon. But if they did do that, how would they do it?

What counts is often not so much 'would the character do this?' and more 'if the character did do this, how would they do it?' If you get 'how' part right, your readers will probably be willing to buy the rest, because it will still feel like their favourite character. But if it doesn't feel like the character anymore, why are they even reading the fic?

Worry less about whether a character would do something, and more about how they'd sound while doing it.

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God I love “We’re enemies, but we’ve been enemies for a long time, which is sort of like being friends.” Great trope.

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the issue with writing for yourself is that you will get sucked into rereading your own fic over and over and pretend it’s “editing,” but really you’re just reading because it’s exactly what you want to read. because you wrote it. for you.

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Favourite chuuatsu headcanon that I’ve seen is that Dazai purposely tries to keep Chuuya and Atsushi from meeting.

Because he knows Atsushi’s exactly Chuuya’s type and is just not having any of this.

Just imagining Chuuya asking Dazai while he’s captured what this weretiger is like because he must be pretty special for you to go this far.

And Dazai’s about to happily sing Atsushi’s praises and then realises how those all align with Chuuya’s perfect partner (information that Dazai unfortunately knows completely against his will.)

So he says something generic about how of course he’d come Atsushi’s part of the Agency.

While true, Dazai’s also just like nope nope no slugs can go near Atsushi.

I knew memorising Chuuya’s breathing patterns and footsteps would pay off.

Anytime Dazai senses Chuuya around when Atsushi’s nearby he just ushers him away. Atsushi thinks somethings up but it’s Dazai so who knows.

Dazai internally freaking out when Atsushi proposes an alliance with the Port Mafia. Especially when he explain why, how he saw the Black Lizard protecting the city by a red haired man.

Chuuya knowing somethings up because every time he asks about this mysterious weretiger, Dazai immediately diverts the conversation elsewhere.

I’d love if added onto this they did actually meet and get together. But Dazai’s the last one to know. He thinks he’s doing such a great job keeping them apart.

But no.

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Blue Lock but it's frisbee

It's a bird! It's a plane! No, it's the- Blue Lock Frisbee AU??? That nobody asked for?? Look, I've never been into sports, ok! My dad likes hockey, I don't watch it. My brothers like mma, I don't watch it. All my coworkers love football, no clue how it works. Hate volleyball with a passion. You know the ONLY sport in my whole life I've ever even been slightly interested in or found to be even microscopic amounts of cool? It's Ultimate frisbee. And you know, baseball has Ace of Diamond and swimming has Free! and obviously Haikyuu volleyball and Yuri on Ice for ice skating (mostly) but you know what? There's no frisbee anime. There's no frisbee anime and there's no frisbee aus (not even Blue Lock I don't think there is ANY frisbee aus on ao3) so I made one okay?? I made a frisbee au.

Kenna's Blue Lock Frisbee AU is not a fic, do not be fooled! I feel like if I put this on ao3 it would stress me out about updating but this is just for funsies! Just for me to enjoy and write when I feel like it. I'm also not a frisbee expert so it's not mega realistic again JUST FOR FUNSIES anyway Meguru Bachira and his journey to the back of the stack.

Bachira didn’t even know there was an Ultimate team for Blue Lock High until they were advertising it over the morning announcements. It’s a miracle he even heard it, he’s never paying attention.

Here’s the issue, though, the one that became incredibly apparent within the first 10 minutes of the first day of practice: Bachira had more than enough experience playing with a frisbee, but absolutely none at… playing frisbee.

But somehow this hadn’t occurred to him all the way until his Junior year of high school, where it’s early April and he’s standing about fifteen feet from a blue haired student (Hiori, he said), is sent a simple backhand throw, the most basic of the basic of the basic, and doesn’t catch it.

The disc clatters against his hands and tumbles to the ground. Bachira’s face is on fire.

It doesn’t make him feel better when Hiori smiles and claps his hands anyway. “It’s okay,” he promises, “everyone starts somewhere!”

He almost packs up his things and runs all the way back home right then and there. Screw Hiori and his sweet country accent, screw him and the way he wormed out of his crowd of teammates to approach the new guy standing out there all by himself and offer to warm up together. To go out of his way and be kind just to find out the weirdo is awful at frisbee. Tomorrow Hiori will practice with his actual friends, play an actual good game with people who can catch a disc, and laugh about him until the sun goes down. Screw him.

Bachira is not awful at frisbee, though. Not entirely. 

Everyone starts somewhere!

That’s right, but Bachira didn’t start fifteen minutes ago, which Hiori seems to think. Bachira actually started ten years ago, spent a decade practicing every throw in the Ultimate dictionary (save for one), and changed his middle name to ‘accuracy’. 

Not really, but he’s not just some schmuck. He’ll show them.

As he picks the disc up from the grass, he watches Hiori take two extra steps towards him- to make it easier, probably. His smile is so sweet, though. Like it’s not humiliating Bachira all over again.

If he’s going to show them he’s worth playing with, it won’t do. It needs to be cooler. More impressive than a tiny little toss. So Bachira turns and walks. He walks until it seems a little challenging for someone their age. And then a few extra steps to be sure.

When he turns around, Hiori is noticeably farther away. His blue hair is cocked to the side in the distance. 

Meguru Bachira cannot catch a frisbee.

He doesn’t take a deep breath because he doesn’t need to. At this distance he could knock a bottle over. Two fingers in the disc, two on the outside, squeeze ‘em tight, thumb on top- he steps out with his right foot and drives it. It’s a simple forehand flick, but the beauty comes from hitting it’s target from half a field away.

It spears through the air, takes its time floating, and Hiori easily catches it right in front of his chest. He didn’t even have to move a muscle. 

But Bachira can throw one. He can throw one really well, in fact.

Hiori looks at the disc like he almost can’t believe it’s real. Then he’s jumping and waving with the biggest smile Bachira has seen on him yet, “Hey! That was a really great throw!” He yells.

Bachira smiles too.