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p5x-theories · 1 day
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During one of the Leblanc conversations with Ryuji, his plate of curry appears to say "Love". This is probably just a carelessly reused asset, probably from the maid cafe, but it... certainly creates an interesting effect when he's talking about how Joker's the one who made it.
(Google is translating his dialogue as "When I was here, I always felt that Ren was more particular about coffee and food than before.")
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lopjh · 23 days
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Managed to get into the Chinese Fourth Beta! I'll be able to hopefully start giving info on certain changes, potential story scenes, and more relevantly for this blog: Gameplay and Character Changes!
Can't wait for the 12th
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f0rgetf0rgetting · 2 months
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shoujo rei gakukai au i (somehow) never posted here????????? im sprry women i will lit myself on fire as a public apology
throws the link at you
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sorry for going AWOL and for the lack of content guys I sort of went insane and wrote a book
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compacflt · 6 months
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hey! i was just going through your blog, and i saw a post about ice&carole and mav&goose. i looked a bit more but i couldn't find a post about your take on mav and goose's relationship, so i wanted to ask what it was. if you have answered this, i'm sorry about asking you again. imo i think what they had was wayy deeper than friendship but complex and probably not romantic, but again, i just wanted to know your thoughts on it.
thank you! and this blog has probably been one of the best finds i have ever come across on tumblr, i'll be sad to see you go.
yeah, i was really trying to be suave and subtle and mysterious about it with this parallel
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like, you should be able to figure it out for yourself.
but luckily for you i looooove beating dead horses. to a problematic degree.
the full story of my vision of mavgoose (moose?) is in the completed draft of the extras that are coming out on Saturday. about halfway through. But i want to bring it back to the internal craft-of-writing debate i brought up yesterday—my inability to summarize, or to cut superfluous sections that don’t really matter.
I’ll stick it under the cut for spoiler reasons, but i wanna show the simple first draft of this scene versus the complicated, heavier final draft. And I want to ask any of you, if you’re interested—as a reader, which is more impactful? which should i end up publishing?
the simple first draft:
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then i kept turning it in my head thinking of different ways to edit it to say something slightly different, to get a little more specific, coming up with things to add, and ended up adding like five extra paragraphs. which is this:
about 1/4 of the final draft (by which i mean, this is about 1/4 of the whole final discussion scene, but the goosemav-specific content only goes on for about another graf [omitted bc spoilers]):
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(so to answer your ask explicitly, i actually don’t think they were anything deeper than good friends. imo there’s no evidence that they were anything deeper than good friends, especially with maverick blowing goose/goose’s wishes off soooo many times [‘she’s lost that lovin feelin;’ volleyball; refusing to do the responsible thing at least twice even after goose tells him it puts his & his family’s livelihoods at risk…bro all he does is blow off goose]. see me bitching in the tags for more on this)
obviously in my head the complicated in-depth version ⬆️ is the True version, the version of events that really Happened. i think the writing is in some spots much more compelling. But it just doesn’t make for a particularly good reading experience when it’s surrounded by like 3/4 pages of other discussion of history! sometimes too much of (what i think is) a good thing turns that good thing bad! & this is a major keystone dynamic of my whole series so i just want to get it right, for my own peace of mind. I guess im asking you to be the harsh editor i wish i had sometimes, if ur interested in doing so—this is genuinely a major major problem i have with my writing, i can’t ever just leave well enough alone 😭 please let me know if simpler is better/less is more in this case! do i publish the short vague “the reader fills in the blanks” version or the long boring “here’s EXACTLY how i see it” version?
#crowd sourcing beta readers. let me know.#also.#how many times do i have to say maverick is neither a good person nor a good friend#and the writers of TGM hugely whitewashed and dulled down the original sharpness and thoughtlessness of his character#for the sake of post-50s tom cruise mary-sueifying him#before it sticks?#if it helps you can write out a list of his actions in the original movie.#for instance: > blows off goose to be late to dinner with Charlie anyway#> follows her into the women’s restroom > continues a pattern of dangerous behavior even after#Goose his supposed best friend tells him multiple times it is threatening their jobs#the truck master scene… the locker room scene… the ‘can’t afford to blow this scene’#and then he does it a FOURTH TIME AND KILLS GOOSE HELLO!!!!!#so much for being a good friend like c’mon!!!#if he REALLY respected goose he would have SHOWN HIS RESPECT FOR GOOSE!!!#i am leaving this blog so out come the hot takes!#movies are also woobifying tom cruise lately! how’s that for a hot take#i genuinely felt insulted by TGM’s sexless passionless soft bokeh-light KIND OF half-sex with Penny. that was insulting.#what happened to the savage bitter kid in 1986 top gun? why is he so soft and toothless?#the only time we see him is in the ‘it’s not the plane it’s the pilot’ ‘EXACTLY’ exchange. THATS maverick.#sorry you know me. TGM is not my favorite. i am extremely cynical about it.#i love the IP but the writing choices in the 2nd movie wrt mav especially make me…. 😵‍💫😵‍💫#pete maverick mitchell#nick goose bradshaw#mavgoose#you can ignore me bitching but pls don’t ignore my begging for secondary opinions here
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pocketsniper · 11 months
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throwback for Long Time Pocketsniper Art Enjoyers- the him! 
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nowheredreamer · 4 months
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Hey guys, so I’m writing some fourth wing x reader (most specifically Ridoc x reader) but my first language isn’t english and I’m not very great at it, and I feel insecure on posting without knowing it’s written right (or at least people can understand).
So if someone could kindly check up my text to see if it’s grammatically correct so I can posted it, I would appreciate it.
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respawningjupiter · 8 months
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When the ai breaks fourth wall:
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inkykeiji · 9 months
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how does ur game work?? like do we type our own chats, is it multiple choice almost like an Episode story, something in between?? (i am very excited but also very confused im sorry if this comes off as mean😭😭)
it doesn’t come off as mean at all anon bb!!! it’s super simple to figure out. it works the same way mystic messenger works; so he will type, and then a little response button will begin pulsing at the bottom of the screen. when you click that, a few options will come up, you pick one, it goes from there etc etc etc. here is a quick example from a practice chat i made for my best friend!! 
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it branches into different routes just like any other game with branching dialogue, so depending on your choices the ‘story’ itself (his responses and where it all goes) will change (ie. if you’re a brat with touya-nii, you can expect him to be extra mean to you, and if you push hard enough there will be consequences). the endings will be short pieces of prose (normal fanfic, basically), and which one you get depends on the choices you make. for the touya-nii beta chat, you’re technically only playing one route that has a few variations within it (you’ll understand what i mean once you play through it), but the full chat itself will branch into at least two. the chats themselves aim to answer the question of ‘okay, how many different ways/outcomes could [this situation] go with [this specific character]’ - and then each potential outcome is explored within the routes; hopefully that makes sense haha <3 but that’s the goal! it’s like a playable oneshot, almost, but in text message format.
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pinespittinink · 1 year
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It’s reading time
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hurdy-girly · 1 month
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Shoutout to Deadpool for breaking the fourth wall of my dream once. Wild times.
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p5x-theories · 1 day
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If you take Yaoling to the church in Kanda, she talks about the atmosphere, then says "Moreover, I heard that there is a famous female chess player who often studies shogi tactics here..." (pictured above), suggesting Hifumi Togo might exist in the P5X universe, or at least that she may have a counterpart in a similar role. Yaoling then expresses an interest in meeting her someday.
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thespacelizard · 7 months
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DRAFT FIVE IS OFFICIALLY DONE AND HAS BEEN YEETED AT MY BETA. when will it return to me? who knows. however. HOWEVER. the book is in a Good Shape, imo, and i'm very excited about it.
this also means I'm going to share the title and (current, subject to editing) blurb with you all. behold, arc 4 (part one)!
The Perils of Wanting
Ashenivir accompanies Rizeth to the surface on his ‘sabbatical’ trip, leaving behind the demands of his mother and the restrictions of the Arcanum. The two find themselves in Waterdeep, meeting new friends and old—friends with a better understanding of the dynamic between the two than most. As they journey together, Ashenivir’s feelings for Rizeth grow harder to ignore, and although he doesn’t know it, Rizeth is also struggling with his desire to be close to his Ra’soltha in more than just the bedroom. But submission and romance do not work together, this Rizeth knows, and suffering in silence is better than the alternative. As for Ashenivir, how can he possibly tell his Master he’s in love with him, when clearly Rizeth doesn’t feel the same?
(paging @foxboyclit @exe-cutivebird @britta-ashcroft because this is relevant to your interests)
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broke: midoria’s quirk being given to him so he can compete with the other kids at UA
woke: midoria being qurikless and getting into the hero course anyways, he works closely with the support classes and we have a good disability and accessibility discussion going on
bespoke: midoria does have a quirk, but it’s not combat based, it’s that he can break the fourth wall; he knows he’s a shonen protagonist and constantly has to adapt to fight the narrative
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callioope · 2 years
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I told myself I was going to post something for May the Fourth, and I may not have started it until this evening but gosh darn it, here it is, with over an hour to spare: the Mighty Nein Rogue One crossover AU I’ve been putting off writing since August.
Am I still on my Critical Role bullshit? Did I mash up my two favorite franchises? Did writing this make my heart ache to watch Rogue One again? Is this super niche? Is this super self indulgent? All of the above. Sure hope there’s enough overlap for someone to enjoy this. 
Anyways: Everybody lives. Set sometime before Return of the Jedi. Something something, C2 campaign grafted onto the Star Wars universe and this takes place after whatever that would be. 
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This time, when the interrogation ends, Major Andor opens the door on the left. 
Groggy from a week long test of fidelity, Essek doesn’t move and simply stares at the shadowed hallway beyond.
“Welcome to the Alliance to Restore the Republic, Essek of no den,” Andor says, stepping aside. His voice sounds just as weary as Essek feels. Weary, and almost neutral, but the tiniest upticks in the corner of his mouth. “Your crew is waiting for you.”
He gestures towards the door. At the mention of the Mighty Nein, Essek finally rises. It could be a trick, his delirious brain warns him. But while Andor has put him through the proper paces that any competent intelligence officer would, he’s never used underhanded tactics. Not torture. 
A better spymaster than myself, he thinks. His brain is not kind. He doesn’t deserve kindness. And beyond that door, if Andor speaks true, and he likely does, kindness waits for him. Essek swallows, but his mouth is dry. 
“Go on,” Andor says. “We’re done here.”
Essek walks through door as if in a daze. On the other side, someone new waits for him: not the hulking, reprogrammed KX-series droid, nor the sullen, suspicious rebel lieutenant that both took turns escorting him to his makeshift cell. 
The man looks at him with soft, dark eyes. The messy hair falling out of the ponytail, the facial hair, and something about his posture reminds him of Caleb, the way he folds in on himself. Caleb is waiting, he thinks, and his stomach churns at that thought, whether that’s excitement or anxiety, he doesn’t want to look to deep to find out. Besides, he’s truly gone through enough soul searching thai week.
“Hello,” the man says, holding out his hand. “Bodhi Rook. I’m the pilot.”
“Essek They—” his voice catches on the name, both from scratchiness but also from the reminder that he no longer bears that name. He shakes head. “Habit. Essek of no den.”
“Oh, sorry, here.” Rook holds out a canteen. Only decades of experience allow Essek to maintain his dignity as he slowly accepts the container and sips water. He knows he must not gulp, that would make his stomach sick, although his body is parched. 
“He hates having to do this, you know,” Rook says, as he starts leading him through an unfamiliar tunnel. “But I do — I get it. I had to go through the same thing — the same ‘orientation,’ if you will. I defected, too.”
Essek sighs, a long exhale that whistles through his nose. “I’ve been in his position. I’ve done worse. You don’t need to apologize.”
Rook cocks his head and looks at him. “I don’t need to apologize. But I am. It’s not pleasant regardless of what you think you deserve. And as I said, I know. I defected, too.”
After taking another sip of water, Essek takes the obvious bait. “Where were you stationed?”
“Eadu,” he says. “Eadu Energy Conversion Laboratory.” 
Essek stops. “Eadu,” he repeats. He recognizes the name, but his groggy brain can’t place it. 
“Where Galen Erso worked,” Rook clarifies. 
The canteen clutched tightly in his fingers, Essek looks back down the hall towards where Andor had spent most of the week extracting every ounce of intelligence in Essek’s brain. Right. Eadu. He’d never been officially told the name of that planet, but had uncovered through his own espionage and analysis after Ludinus had failed to provide extensive details of Erso’s research. 
His eyes slide back to Rook, who watches him calmly, expression relaxed and open. No judgment or scorn. “Did you know him?” Essek asks carefully.
“I still do,” he says, with a gentle smile.
Nodding, Essek starts moving again and Rook falls in step next to him. This makes sense. Of course it makes sense. They’d chosen Andor to interview him specifically because of his background knowledge. All of his crew must know Erso. Perhaps they’d even been the team to extract him from Eadu several years ago. 
“Is—is he here?” Essek dares to ask. He doubts he’ll receive an answer.
Bodhi shakes his head. “No, but I think your friend—Caleb? Has been in contact with him. You know, he is another defector. Well, I’m sure you know. You worked with him, didn’t you?”
“Not—as such. Not exactly.”
“He’s very nice. Not like Jyn. I mean, Jyn is nice, but also tough, Galen is not like that. Don’t tell her I said that — that’s she’s not nice and that she is nice. She doesn’t like compliments much.”
“Jyn?” 
“Oh, right. Don’t think you got names before. She was your, uh, cell guard.”
“She’s Erso’s daughter?”
“Yep.”
“What is it that they say? It’s a small galaxy.”
Rook chuckles. “You have no idea. Not only could you and start our own defectors club, but — well, are the rumors true? Are you and Widogast…?”
“Are we what?” Essek asks, taken off-guard by this new line of questioning. 
“You know. Together?”
Essek would choke on his own saliva if he had any. To cover, he takes a long sip of he canteen; it’s nearly finished. “I…”
“I’m sorry, that’s personal. I shouldn’t have asked. It’s just, well, Luke is really eager to meet him, and somehow it always works out that they’re never in the same system at the same time. You know how it is. But I was wondering if you could arrange a meeting. There’s not that many Jedi around and—”
“You are talking about Luke Skywalker?” Essek asks. 
Rook nods.
“You are — am I to understand, you are telling me that you are — that you and Luke Skywalker are together?” One week of exhausting interrogations and Essek is unable to string a proper question together. 
“Yes. Why is everyone so surprised by that?” He rolls his eyes. “I mean, I get it, I carried the plans to the Death Star, which Luke used to destroy it, there is sort of a — sort of a nice, narrative to it, I guess. But still.”
Essek raises his eyebrows and takes a closer look at Rook. Not quite the same, but also not too different a story about a couple who met when one person returned the very item the other had stolen. He drains the canteen.
“Luke helped me, after i defected. He helped me… find the light.”
The image of Caleb, warm and blinding like the sun, comes to mind again. Maybe it’s something about Jedi. Even with all the darkness of Caleb’s past, his literal experience with the Dark Side, his hope and persistence to improve still shine brighter than any star Essek has ever studied. 
“I’m sorry.” Rook shakes his head. “I’m babbling. The point is. Some rebels are going to be assholes because you defected. But if you ever want to vent, I’m here. I’ve gone through it. And,” he leans a little closer, “same thing, about the Jedi boyfriend thing. Force users, you know?”
Essek realizes Rook must not have been fully briefed on Essek’s own background. He levitates the canteen back to Rook’s hands and raises an eyebrow.
Rook actually laughs. “Okay. Guess I didn’t read the brief closely enough. You a Jedi, too?”
“No,” Essek says, snorting. “We use the Force differently on Xhorhas. I am told it is closer to how the Dathomirians interact with it.”
“I see. Interesting. Well. Here we are.”
They turn the corner and the tunnel opens up to a vestibule, which then opens up to a hangar where the Nein Heroez sits next to another ship.
Speaking of Caleb — just meters away, he sits crosslegged in the shadow of the ship. He’s talking to a hologram that Essek cannot see. Truly exhausted, Essek feels his heart race at the sight of him. 
Past him, the rest of the Nein mingle with Andor and Rook’s crew. Beau spars with his former guard, the apparent daughter of Galen Erso, while Fjord watches. Yasha silently polishes her blade beside a large man as he repairs a repeating cannon. Veth appears to be pestering the KX droid. Caduceus sips tea with a Guardian of the Whills. 
Frowning, his eyes search the vast hangar for Jester, but before he can spot her, blue eyes catch his own. Caleb ends his call, rises, and moves to close the remaining distance between them. The moment stretches out before Essek, as time has stretched and pulled all week, until suddenly Caleb stands before him.
No one else has spotted him yet. Caleb steps even closer, one hand drifting over his arm, the other cupping his neck. He drops his forehead to Essek’s, closes his eyes, and breathes. Essek follows. Where Caleb goes, he follows. 
When they finally pull away, Rook has moved away. 
“You good?” Caleb asks. His voice is almost as hoarse as Essek’s. 
“I will be,” he says. 
Just at that moment, he hears a loud voice echo across the chamber. “Guys, there really is like no good food here. As soon as they release Essek, we’re finding the closest bakery. I’m sure he’s hungry and he needs—” 
Jester cuts off suddenly, not unlike her intergalactic messages, and squeaks. “Essek!” 
Next he knows, the Nein surround him with their special brand of loving chaos. Tired though he is, he smiles. If he leans a little against Caleb, no one says anything. Eventually, they usher him towards their ship, Fjord in particular taking effort to herd them towards the ramp. 
Truly, the strange passage time vexes him — something he proclaims to be the master of slips through his fingers in fits and starts, merely due to overtiredness. He longs to trance. Caleb sits him down on a crate near the ramp as the rest of the crew prepares to leave. The Rogue One crew, as he learns they are called, keep a distance, although Jyn Erso keeps eyeing him from across the way. 
Caleb stays at his side, telling him about what they’ve been up to in the past week. He honestly only absorbs about half of it — specifically making note to ask follow up questions about this project with Galen Erso and whether he really will be allowed to work with him.
When the ship is finally ready, Rook approaches him once more. 
“Here’s how you can reach me,” he says. “It’s not always reliable but I hear — I hear your friend jester is good with finagling communications across systems. And well, I hear you’re not too bad at that yourself. Anyways. I meant — what I told you.” His eyes dart to Caleb and back.
Caleb snorts. “Ja, I will try to find time to meet with Skywalker.”
Rook grins sheepishly. “Good, good. Well.” He steps back and gives a little nod. “Might Nein. May the Force be with you.”
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galeforged · 10 months
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❝ you say whatever you think…i’ve never done that. ❞ - ignatz for raphael
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"The way I see it... Life's too short to just beat around the bush all the time, you know? Especially if you can just get your point across the first time!" posed the gentle giant to his shorter companion, thankfully after chewing through mouthfuls of teppanyaki.
Raphael could understand Ignatz's position though. He still remembered a time where the painter purposefully avoided his company within the monastery's walls, all because Ignatz needlessly shouldered blame for something that wasn't even his own fault! It took several tries just to get his buddy to talk, and even with five years gone by since their Academy days, it seems he's still facing some trouble in that respect.
"Think of it like... training your muscles! If you're just working out to get it over and done with, you're not really committed to your own growth. Because of that, you won't get the results you're looking for, since you'll only get back as much as you put in! Right?" The evidence to support the Beast of Leicester's theory, its name be Raphael Kirsten.
"For some folks, they can't take those steps without an extra push from someone else cheering them on, or giving them direction... or even training right with them! And you know what? That's okay too! There's no one right way to get to where you want to be. If relying on friends helps them get there, then all the better!
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"Same goes just for speaking your mind. It's not as scary as you think it is after you take that first step. You just gotta keep at it, and if you're still having a hard time by yourself? Then you can always lean on me, buddy!"
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