I notice you have a theme for liking stabby people
Ciaran in DS1
The Crow and Eileen in Bloodborne
So who's your Elden Ring stabby blorbo?
(I leave shiny pebbles as a symbol of goodwill between the squid people and the crows)
BIM WE OF THE CROWS ACCEPT THIS GRACIOUS OFFERING OF SHINIES FROM THE BENEVOLENT SQUIDLINGS!
Also, HMMM SO YOU NOTICED! Yess, I do adore my stabby blorbos (Eileen, Ciaran, and Crow could stab me and I’d thank them tbh).
For Elden Ring, it probably will come as no surprise that, besides the beloved sword-birds, my favorite stabbers are the Black Knives. I love this Nazgul girl gang so much lol.
Especially Alecto!
(Ok, that’s not a picture of Alecto but anyway 💀)
My favorite headcanon is that Alecto was Marika’s elder sister, and they were both Numen royalty long before the Greater Will chose Marika as queen of the Lands Between. The other Black Knives were Alecto’s daughters and cousins. Thus also related to Marika.
Something went wrong, they fought, became enemies, etc.. can you tell I like a side of tragic siblings with my stabbers yet? 🤣
I may be projecting a little bit of Ciaran onto Alecto, but I just like the conflicted, morally-grey assassin archetype so much. Also Alecto’s fight is beautiful idk.
CHEERS M8!!
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Prompt:
Damian isn’t happy about father’s rule not to hurt the gaggle of false kids he has acquired. How is he supposed to prove to him that he is the only one worthy of the title of heir now?
But fine. Most of them are stupid enough they’ll end up dead sooner or later. Damian just has to play the long game. Establish himself as the only constant.
But then father’s wayward son, Todd, comes home… and it’s so much worse than Damian expected.
He remembers this man. Remembers him from hushed whispers in the League, from mother’s creased eyebrow, and training halls drenched with blood.
And he’ll take one look at Damian and know. Know that he’s a threat to his position.
And the worst thing: Damian isn’t allowed to defend himself.
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one thing im thinking about is how every team stuck together til the end.
every team stuck together, and every team died together. dying all within the same rough time frame
except team ties, who all died seperately,
Skizz died amongst the bad boys, after jimmy, before joel.
Tango died amongst the clockers, after bdubs, before scar and cleo.
Etho died amongst the nosy neighbors, after bigb and grian, before pearl.
Impulse died among the mean gills, after scott, before martyn.
Team Ties. their name symbolizing their connections and metaphorical ties to each other.
All died separately.
All died alone.
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Atlas: Taryn? Hey!
Atlas: What happened-
Taryn: Please don’t.
Atlas: Can you talk to me?
Taryn: [ strained ] What is there to say that you don’t already know? I keep asking myself why you’re so nice to me all of a sudden. Why would someone like you be around someone like me and it’s such a… Mind-fuck.
Atlas: I swear to you, it isn’t like that-
Taryn: Am I just a one night stand?
Atlas: [ stammers ] N-No!
Taryn: Convincing.
Atlas: I’m sorry it wasn’t a good enough response, I’m just caught off guard. Why would you assume that?
Taryn: Because my questions made sense the minute you walked out of that building and there was lipstick smeared all over your face. Then you gave me this look, something about it made me realize I wasn’t the first and I don’t think I’d be the last.
Atlas: [ flatly ] We didn’t even catch each other's name, that’s how little it meant.
Taryn: [ barely a whisper ] Oh now that’s incredibly fucked up… Was that supposed to make me feel better?
Atlas: Bee-
Taryn: [ voice breaks ] Was it worth it? [ pauses ] Don’t… Answer that. I’m… Gonna go now.
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Theo's expressions are so varied, vibrant, and lively! Does he encounter issues with people intentionally giving him rise just to see how animated he becomes?
Yes, Theo is a man of tempestuous extremes. Much as he is loathes this trait of his, he is aware of it - enough to try to hide his temper, but not enough to successfully suppress his emotional outbursts for long. It does make him a target of whispers and gawping behind his back, if not outright ridicule. He can be amusing to toy with, and it's easy to wind him up, but it's wise not to push him too far unless you want both of you seeing some red.
He's been this way since he was young. Many kids can be cruel. It takes a rare specimen to be nigh homicidal.
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Hi! I am an ardent fan of your writing, and I hope to be as sorted and planned as you some day in my own writing journey.
My question is: you have a keen eye when it comes to planning character personality, dynamics, and such. I've also been wading through your ask replies, and your insights into how you write people and how you make them play off of each other is so wonderful to read. If it's not too personal a q, how did you learn how to write like this? Did you go to school for writing, does it come from years of observing people, do you have reading list recs for "how to write real people and real interactions"?
Thanks! This is a really flattering question. I'll try to answer it honestly, because I wish someone had been brutally honest about this with me when I was a young writer.
I didn't go to school for writing. I started doing it when I was about nine years old. It sucked very badly. I kept writing throughout high school, and it still mostly sucked, but some of it was occasionally interesting. ("Interesting" here does not mean "good," by the way.) I took a break in college, and then came back. I've been writing ever since. Sometimes, I feel good about it. A lot of the time, I don't!
I hate giving this advice, because I remember how it feels to get it, and it's the most uninspiring, boring-ass, dog shit advice you can get, but it's also the only advice that is 100% unequivocally true: you have to write, and specifically, you have to write things that suck.
I do not mean that you should make things that suck on purpose. I mean that you have to sit down and try your absolute hardest to make something good. You have to put in the hours, the elbow grease, the blood, sweat, and tears, and then you have to read it over and accept that it just totally sucks. There is no way around this, and you should be wary of people who tell you there is. There is no trick, no rule, no book you can buy or article you can read, that will make your writing not suck. The best someone else can do is tell you what good writing looks like, and chances are, you knew that anyway — after all, you love to read. You wouldn't be trying to do this if you didn't. And anyone who says they can teach you to write so good it doesn't suck at first is either lying to you, or they have forgotten how they learned to write in the first place.
So the trick is to sit there in the miserable doldrums of Suck, write a ton, and learn to like it. Because this is the phase of your path as an artist when you find what it is you love about writing, and it cannot be the chance to make "good writing." This will be the thing that bears you through and compels you to keep going when your writing is shit, i.e., the very thing that makes you a writer in the first place. So find that, and you've got a good start.
Some people know this, but assume that perseverance as a writer is about trying to get to the point where you don't suck anymore. This is not true, and it is an actively dangerous lie to tell young writers. You are not aiming to feel like your writing doesn't suck. You are aiming to write. You are aiming to have written. Everything else is dust and rust. And of course, you'll find things you like about your pieces, you'll find things you're proud of, you'll learn to love the things you've made. But that little itch of self-criticism, in the back of your brain — the one that cringes when you read a clunky line, or thinks of a better character beat right after it's far too late to change — that's never going away. That's the Writer part of you. Read Kafka, read Dickens, read Tolstoy, you will find diary entries where they lament how absolutely fucking atrocious their writing was, and how angry they are that they can't do better. A good writer hates their sentences because they can always imagine better ones. And the ability to imagine a better sentence is what's going to make you pick up the pen again tomorrow. And the day after that. And the day after that.
Which is what I mean, and probably what all those other annoying, preachy advice-givers mean, when we say: a good writer is just someone who writes every day. It's that easy, and that hard.
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