i dont know if you do helmet party but uhh...
could i request 👉👈? big lad engineer and itty bitty solcher?
you don't have to its completely ur decision
ok bye :3
pocket soldier
465 notes
·
View notes
hi! I havent seen you cover this yet (if you have i apologize lmao), but i have a question
what do you do if your writing feels dry/flat? and not like, in a plotless way, but it seems like the characters arent characters
Hi! I know exactly what you mean, and I struggle with this a bit myself. I have written a few things that could help with this, so I'll put them all together here.
What to do when writing becomes lifeless
My biggest piece of advice here is something I wrote a long time ago! (It's also one of my favourite posts). Essentially, when characters stop feeling like characters it's usually because they've become 'plot mules'. Or they're more objects for the sake of fulfilling and acting out the plot rather than people.
My post 'Zoom in' could help with this;
Otherwise, your problem might be that your plot isn't being driven by the character, but rather dragging the character around different situations. In that case, it's more of a problem with the foundations of your work--characterization and outlining. Your character should be the one making everything happen through their mistakes, flaws, and decisions.
Check out 'Character is Plot' and/or 'outlining' for this:
Lastly, I'll link some extra things that could be impacting this--maybe through the dialogue or description or otherwise just small writing things that contribute to the feeling of life in characters.
I hope that helps, good luck!
194 notes
·
View notes
DUDE. ever since you updated on your werewolf 4 AU i've had brain worms of your wolf 4 and my wolf 3 interacting. i think they'd just cautiously sniff each other and either fuck each other up or like, Recognize that they're from diff universes but are still friends no matter what universe. either they become friends or just rip each other to shreds for funsies
begging you to place more werewolf 4 content on my little plate. i'm a little victorian child sir!
No fighting, get muzzle grabbed idiot!!!!!!!!!!!!
Dude I LOVE your werewolf SMG3 so much, they would so rip eachother appart if given the chance!!! I've been working on werewolf4's story more and I'm excited to share it at some point, I finally have an ending to it that isn't horrifically sad (haha unless?) so when I next get the chance I'll definantly show more! Thank you for caring so much about my silly lil dog man he means so much to meee ;w;
37 notes
·
View notes
blood goes drip...
drip
drip
drip
a painting speaks one thousand words, and a sword lies in wait, so I ask what do you have to say about the cryptid phone headed man known only as... Charlie The Cursed Phone Guy?
No comment, I'm horrified!
54 notes
·
View notes
did you ever make a post about pete not liking tankhun ? i know you mentioned it a few times in your tags but i don't remember seeing a post. (i share your opin ions.)
I definitely toyed with the idea of meta or a gifset but I didn't ever make a full post! I love unrequited love and I ESPECIALLY love the extremely rare platonic version which Tankhun and Pete absolutely nail in my opinion!
There are loads of moments where Pete's smile drops around Tankhun very quickly, or he insults Tankhun behind his back. Instead of laughing things off like Arm and Pol, he almost has a wincing fear-response to Tankhun, which we don't really see at all from the other bodyguards.
I think that Tankhun likes to think of himself as being close friends with his bodyguards, and he does genuinely show a lot of open affection for Pete and eventually concern for his safety. But I think ultimately for Pete, Tankhun is just a part of Pete's job, and over time resentment has built up until he thinks of Tankhun as one of the *worst* parts of it. I definitely don't think he resents Tankhun enough to hurt or endanger him, but that's about as far as it goes, there's certainly very little love there.
Something about that dynamic is just particularly brilliant, especially when combined with Pete's eventual defection from Tankhun's side to Vegas'. He chooses a man who has beaten and tortured him over a man who showers him in affection and throws parties on his return.
I utterly adore Tankhun but I think as a character that's grown up in a gilded cage, he doesn't really understand that what Pete needs is a sense of his own autonomy rather than being dragged to "fun" "lets cheer up Pete" parties that Tankhun has demanded on his behalf. At least with Vegas he *chose* to go back, he handed Vegas the ropes, let him lock him back up again. Even before he develops feelings for Vegas, Pete has clearly felt like a subhuman pet for Tankhun and the main family for a long, long time and I think ironically Vegas acknowledging Pete's humanity is the tipping point for him.
I think even without their nascent romantic love as a factor, Pete would always choose Vegas. Because despite the threat of suffering, he offers a sense of freedom that Tankhun's gilded cage does not. It all makes for an incredibly interesting betrayal, and makes Pete choosing Vegas over Tankhun all the more pointed. By choosing to be Vegas' pet, he chooses to be human.
59 notes
·
View notes
Foster this love anon here,
After Tara entered her life, Sam wonders if a part of her always called out for her baby sister even if she didn’t know about her existence beforehand.
Was her heart always this big or did it expand once Tara entered it? She doesn’t remember letting anyone in before her.
Were the sweet words always stuck in her throat waiting for Tara to arrive so she could say finally let them out? Sam is sure she never called anyone with affectionate names beforehand.
Was this massive capacity of love always dormant inside of her just awaiting for the day Tara would come?
Sam wishes from the bottom of her heart that knew about Tara sooner or that she grew up with her or she protected from every bad sight ever
If she would do this in a heartbeat for Tara, then how could her parents not feel how she felt? Why did her mother make her believe that loving your child was the hardest job ever, when loving Tara was the easiest thing in the world?
Sam thought parenting was hard because she always fought to seek love from her mother but no.
Parenting is hard for Sam because loving Tara was the easiest thing in the world and protecting her from the world felt like the most difficult challenge she has to face.
Sam's never been sentimental. Life sucks and you do everything you can to make it suck a little less. She's had a hard life, harder than most, and she won't admit to it, but she's got a chip on her shoulder about it. She doesn't trust easy, new people are always met with suspicion. After all, people only ever want something from you.
Meeting Tara tilts her world upside down. Sam thought she knew who she was, then Tara came along and ripped the costume off, and now Sam has to face with what she finds underneath. She didn't even know she was wearing a mask until it was removed.
Now the world only seems a bleaker place. Because Sam could understand why it hurt her, why she got the short end of the stick, but she couldn't understand why it would do that to Tara. This sweet little girl, who's never hurt anybody. It's hard to believe they share blood, even harder to believe she came from her mother. There's a part of Sam who thinks it must be a mistake, that something so precious couldn't possibly be a part of her. As she watches Tara watch the tv screen from the floor, toy wolf in her lap, back pressed against her legs, Sam hopes the deceit is never revealed. She doesn't want to go back to empty apartments and nights alone. She can't imagine a life without her little shadow now.
Falling in love with Tara came easy, sad brown eyes sank straight into her soul from their very first meeting. That first smile was like the blinding sun in the dead of winter. The first moment she heard her laughter, she knew she would do anything to hear it again. Having Tara around changes her. She's less angry, the world feels less dark, she feels happy, she realises at some point. She can't recall the last time she felt like this.
Sometimes she dreams she's young again, in the house she grew up in. She's able to recall her childhood bedroom in startling clarity, and there's the familiar screaming from down the hall, the kind that would have her covering her ears and hiding under the covers. Except, there's a baby in her arms, familiar big brown eyes and star-speckled face, a hand clasped around her finger, and Sam can't stop smiling down at her. It feels right, like that was how it was supposed to be. It leaves an emptiness in her chest when she wakes. She rolls over and spies two wolves on the drawer. She lets her arm drop over the side of the bed, fingers brushing the carpet, and smiles as small fingers entwine with hers.
49 notes
·
View notes