#it makes sense in my head but idk how well i conveyed it

[unreadpoppy]

Fic recs

In light of some stuff I saw, I decided to make this post to briefly talk about some fics I really like and recommend them. All are BG3 related and most are Raphael. Also, there's some authors that write a lot of great fics, I'll try to keep one fic per author or else we'll be here forever (but definetly go check everyone and their other works out!)

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Cheerful Oblivion by @sassyandsodone - Read the tags before reading this but Love me dark stuff, the writing is amazing (legitimetly gasped at a few points) and the mix of Tav not remembering what happened and the dehumanization aspects were the cherry on top. It

I Don't Think About You Anymore (But I don't think about you any less) by @sky-kiss - This fic put me in a lot of different feels, ESPECIALLY SAD (which i do like, love when stuff makes me feel) and the ending was unexpected to me but it made it all worth it. Shed a tear or two

Devil's Debauchery by ChildofYugotth - One of the first fics I read on the Raphael tag, the first chapter lives in my mind rent free for many, many days, and I really like how the three chapters kinda go like regular raphael, haarlep and then ascended fiend, like a progression. Also read the tags.

Fallen in Flame by @cambion-companion - Love the dynamic between the two characters and how their relationship developed and the conflicting feeling that Tav has of like, being an aasimar and dealing with a devil

The Devil that knows you by @timesthatneverwere - Cat!Tav was not something I knew I needed before reading this. The relationship between Tav, Raphael and even Haarlep in this one is VERY interesting to me (and has lowkey inspired me some times) and I love seeing Raphael keeping secrets and manipulating people (also i have to mention, this fic gave us the mephisto fuck chamber)

Let the dream begin by DiscordsMuse - POTO inspired, this has hit me in the feels with relating to Morrigans struggles of feeling rejected, and honestly, Raphael as the Phantom was amazing.

finirà bene by @inaconstantstateofchange - A Halsin/Astarion/Tav one for a change, this is such an interesting and heartbreaking concept, but there's also this sense of mystery that I think is really well done. Also, beware the ANGST

Her soul will burn all the way down by khapikat222 - Read the tags, another dark fic that I loved, and this one had this manipulation and fucking with someone's fears that I really liked. Also, props to the author for making the lullaby fit, it was a great cherry on top.

Baldur's gate 3 infernal oneshots by @hrefna-the-raven - chapters 1-4 are a little story between Raphael and Tav that I really liked. The dynamic of raphael being more protective and the cat and mouse analogies were really fun!

The Intimacy of Pain by @bearhugsandshrugs - This is an Abdirak/Tav fic which I found so delightfully good, like the descriptions of how Tav was feeling and the mix of pleasure and pain were really well done

The Devil's Hour by @adarlingwrites - Also one of the first fics in the tag that I read, and what made me like OC x Canon, love the complicated but also interesting to read relationship between Fortune and Raphael, and another aspect that I really liked was Fortune's relationship with art and her parents being brought up like (like idk why but those two things really stuck with me)

Sweetening the Deal by @adevilyoudo - I have to admit that I'm a bit behind on some chapters BUT it's a great work, love seeing this side of Raphael of trying to convince Tav to take this deal (and in a way, almost confusing her even more) and I loved to see the side of the Emperor constantly being in Tav's head, I think it really conveyed well how that feels like when playing the game

The Devil You Share a Room with by @djmorn - Really fun concept and the shennanigans between the two in the beggining, when Tav is reluctant to share a room with Raphael, was a delight to read and really really fun.

Damaged by @dark-and-kawaii - This is a Rolan/Tav one, it's dark but it also tugged at my heart in a sad way, with Rolan feeling all these things and doing what he does because of the abuse he suffered and Tav also trying to understand that. Like aaaa it just, it's some good stuff this fic

Who's the Daddy by Follyfall - This fic is the definition of fun and a good time, I legitimetly laughed a lot while reading it. The writing is fun, the concept is hilarious and the relationship between Raphael, Tav, Haarlep, the baby and Wyll is really really fun.

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Also, keep in mind that there's A LOT of amazing writers in the bg3 community and i haven't read every single written work in the tags ever, so feel free to also reblog and add reccomendations of your own, or make your own post!

#fic rec #baldur's gate 3 #raphael bg3

[lavineyou]

A Twisted Bond: Trapped in the Depths of Manipulation

Warning: Angst? A/N: Might make more chapters of this if i manage to gain enough motivation to do so... I think y'all can see how i'm that bias towards Miranda LMAOOO okey enjoyyy hopefully? idk

You had been by her side for as long as your memory allowed. From the moment you emerged from a deep slumber, she was the first face you beheld. With her cold blue eyes, long flowing blonde hair, and a pallid complexion, she seemed like an ethereal being.

In those initial moments, she regarded you with a gaze that made you feel like a mere specimen in her grand experiment. And as if to confirm your suspicions, it didn't take long before she revealed that you were indeed a subject of her unsettling antidote injections.

Try as you might, resistance was futile against her overpowering strength. It was a harsh realization that struck you mere minutes after awakening.

As you reflected on those memories, a sigh escaped your lips. A decade had passed since that fateful awakening. Now, you served as her loyal subordinate in the village, functioning as her watchful eyes and attentive ears alongside the crows she strategically positioned throughout the area.

Unlike the lords who handled general tasks and experiments, you were assigned to the most specific and delicate missions she desired. Whether it was eliminating a troublesome villager, uncovering infidelity among the inhabitants, or acting as the messenger between the lords, you executed each task with unwavering obedience.

As you made your way home, a sense of weariness settled upon you. For the past nine years, you had resided in this modest abode. You vividly recalled the day when Miranda, your enigmatic overseer, had expelled you with the declaration, "It's time for you to prove your worth." Unconcerned with her words, you had forged your own path.

Walking through the village streets, you exchanged warm smiles and greetings with the unsuspecting villagers. To them, you were known as the helpful carpenter, a facade carefully crafted by Miranda to ensure your seamless integration into this community of unsuspecting lambs—lambs primed for her twisted experiments.

But beneath that veneer, you were a wolf in sheep's clothing, concealing your true nature.

As you approached your dwelling, the heart of the village, the familiar sound of wings flapping reached your ears. With a resigned sigh, you instinctively glanced upward, spotting a perched bird on your head. Taking hold of it, you entered your home, preparing for yet another encounter with Miranda.

Upon turning around, your eyes met the sight of the blonde woman who had haunted your thoughts. Standing before the wall adorned with pictures you had carefully arranged as decorations, she appeared lost in contemplation.

"I hadn't expected your return," you uttered softly, your confusion mounting. After all, she only resurfaced when she required something from you.

Minutes passed in silence before she finally spoke, her voice laced with a hint of annoyance. "I thought I had made my arrival quite clear," she replied, her brows furrowing as she tilted her head. Perplexed, you furrowed your own brows, struggling to comprehend her cryptic words. "Of course, you wouldn't have noticed. You were too busy mingling with that village girl instead of fulfilling the duties I had assigned you," she declared stoically, causing an uneasy gulp to rise in your throat as you lowered your head.

Anger simmered within her, and you knew it well. It was the wrath that consumed her when her desires went unfulfilled. Gathering your courage, you reasoned, "Mother, I have diligently accomplished everything on my list for today." You nodded, hoping to convey your commitment, but she hummed skeptically, still refusing to meet your gaze.

Her attention turned to a portrait of you and Elena, her eyes fixated upon it. "You're growing soft, Charlatan," she hissed, her words like venom. Bewildered, you raised your head, furrowing your eyebrows in protest. "I haven't..." you began, but she abruptly shifted her focus, her face devoid of its usual mask.

A scowl etched across her features, her eyes piercing into your soul like a thousand daggers. With an explosive motion, she hurled the portrait against the wall, shattering the glass and splintering the frame. "She's corrupting you, my dear lup," she spat venomously, referring to Elena.

Drawing closer, she seized your cheeks in an iron grip, her fingers digging into your flesh. Holding your waist, she pressed her lips against yours with a mixture of urgency and aggression—an expression of her seething anger. As you reciprocated the kiss, her hand slid from your cheeks to the back of your head, deepening the connection.

When she finally released your lips, your faces remained in close proximity. Opening your eyes, you beheld her, her eyes shut and her mouth slightly parted. With a heavy sigh, you rested your head against her shoulder.

This had become the routine in your life for years on end—an existence where you served as her plaything, a tool to further her control over the village, and a source of pleasure. Strangely, you found solace in this twisted dynamic, as if it were the only reality you deserved.

In your eyes, she was perfection incarnate. And despite yearning to build a life with her, to bring back her daughter and create a genuine family, you were painfully aware that such dreams were forbidden.

Because, in the end, you were nothing more than an experiment—a used tool, a discarded plaything.

#mother miranda #mother miranda x reader #fanfic #resident evil village #lavineyou #multichapter #hopefully #angst #more angst

[spacemilkies]

For real, I just had a thought about Dagan and y/n as husband and wife, living in tanalorr with santari (idk if I wrote her name right), y/n had just given birth to a beautiful babygirl, Dagan takes the baby to see the planet (imagine him with a little smile on his face as he cradles her in his arms, showing all the flowers and animals to her) and santari stays with y/n to clean and take care of her

baby steps

pairing: dagan gera x reader wc: 3k rating: teen a/n: just when i thought, how can i bbygirl this man more. The truth lies beyond him having a babygirl himself. thank you for the request, i hope you enjoyed reading it as much as i did writing synopsis:

“She’s adjusting so well. You both are.”

“Well, what can you do when your husband discovers a brand new planet in the middle of your pregnancy?”

The critical time had arrived, and you were both uncertain and eager as your husband embarked on the journey through the unstable abyss. With Santari's research team as his guide, you felt a glimmer of hope that he might make it through unscathed.

Weeks passed, and you found yourself worrying about Dagan's safety and the second being growing inside you. The fear and anticipation of the unknown kept you on edge, but it all came to head upon his return as Dagan regaled the entire order with stories of the wonders he had discovered.

You were almost swept away by his excitement, forgetting momentarily about your own news. However, a sudden wave of lightheadedness jolted you back to reality, and Dagan's worried hands cupped your cheeks, searching for any sign of distress.

"My love, are you unwell?" he asked, his icy blue eyes filled with concern.

You smiled, masking your discomfort as you tried to ground yourself. Your vision swam for a moment longer, but you regained your clarity with a deep sigh. You reached up and covered his hands with your own, squeezing tightly.

"We are fine. I'm just happy that you've made it back to us," you replied.

Dagan's inquisitive mind picked up on the emphasis in your speech, and it took him a beat to connect the dots. But as his gaze flicked down between you, it was clear that he understood.

"You're pregnant," he stated with a sense of certainty, his temple connecting with yours as a flood of emotions washed over you both.

Dagan overwhelmed you with a plethora of kisses, framing every inch of your face until you were forced to pull away, your laughter ringing out in the empty space around you.

He didn't let you go far, immediately reaching for your hands and pulling you close. A flicker of determination brightened his already ethereal gaze as he brought your hands to his chest.

"Tanalorr, we must go at once," he said, urgency ringing in his voice.

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The anticipation of the journey weighed heavily on your mind as you waited for the council to deliberate over Dagan's findings. Every passing day felt like a lifetime, spent endlessly preparing provisions and programming droids for the expedition. Despite the urgency conveyed by Dagan, the council seemed to take their time, deliberating over every detail and scrutinizing every possible outcome.

As the days turned into weeks, you felt your body begin to change, evidence of the new life growing inside you. The burgeoning life within you seemed to make the wait even more unbearable.

Dagan, however, remained focused on the task at hand, overseeing every step of the preparations as if he could personally accelerate the timeline. His excitement was infectious, a source of comfort amid the uncertainty of leaving everything behind and embarking on a new journey to a distant world.

"Almost there, my love," he reassured you, his voice carrying the weight of the journey ahead. "You'll love our new home."

But as the journey began, your physical state worsened. The lightheadedness persisted, punctuated by bouts of nausea, cravings, and cramping. Every symptom felt like a threat to your wellbeing, a reminder of the precariousness of traveling through space while carrying new life within you.

Dagan did his best to comfort you, his strong but gentle presence offering a sense of stability in the midst of the chaos. Yet the uncertainty of the journey lingered, compounded by the treacherous crossing of the abyss. Despite Dagan's previous successes, this journey felt different, carrying with it the weight of multiple lives, including your own and the life you carried.

"All will be well," he promised, the conviction in his voice momentarily soothing your fears.

You leaned into him, allowing yourself to be enveloped in the warmth of his embrace. It was all you could do, knowing that the journey ahead would require every ounce of strength and resilience you possessed.

With a deep breath, you closed your eyes, feeling the hum of the ship beneath you as you hurtled towards the unknown.

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The weightlessness of space was a strange sensation, one that never quite settled within you. The added weight of your pregnancy made it even more uncomfortable, a constant reminder of the life growing within you. You found yourself constantly shifting in your seat, trying to find a comfortable position, but to no avail.

The journey through the unstable abyss was nothing short of harrowing. You could feel every jolt and vibration reverberating through the ship, making your stomach churn with nausea. The constant thrum of the engines was a relentless presence in the background, an ever-present reminder of how far away from home you truly were.

Dagan's determination was undeterred, but even it couldn't entirely ease the discomfort of the journey. You could see the effort behind his smiles, the way his gaze flickered with concern every time you winced. You knew he was determined to make this trip a success, but it still hurt your heart to see him put on a brave face for your sake.

As the days stretched on, you found yourself with little to do but stare out at the vast expanse of space before you. The stars were beautiful, of course, but they offered little solace for your discomfort. You could feel the weight of the void pressing in on you, a constant reminder of just how far away from everything you truly were.

You longed for solid ground beneath your feet, for the feeling of the sun on your skin and the scent of fresh air in your lungs. You longed for the life you'd left behind, for the comfort of the familiar and the known.

But as the ship hurtled through the darkness of space, there was nothing to do but endure. You knew that eventually, you would reach your destination, that you would set foot on solid ground once more. And perhaps then, the discomfort and uncertainty of the journey would all be worth it.

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As the ship made its way through space, you found yourself sinking deeper into a state of drowsiness, lulled by the gentle movements of the vessel and the hum of its engines. Dagan's presence beside you was a comforting weight, his hand resting gently on your rounded stomach as he spoke of the new world that awaited you both.

Though the journey had been a grueling one, fraught with discomfort and uncertainty, the sight that greeted you upon waking was enough to make it all worthwhile. The bridge of the ship was a wide, open space that afforded a panoramic view of the world beyond.

At first, all you could see was an expanse of color, stretching out as far as the eye could see. But as you gazed more closely, you began to make out the details of the landscape. The mountains and rolling plains provided for a perfect canvas for the pretty foliage walks of life.

The air outside the ship was different from anything you had ever experienced before, a heady blend of sweet scents and fresh oxygen that seemed to fill your lungs with every breath. It was a stark contrast to the sterile, artificial environment of the ship, and it left you feeling alive and invigorated.

Dagan's hand found yours, and he gave it a gentle squeeze. "Welcome to Tanalorr," he said, his voice filled with pride and affection. "This is our home."

You looked up at him, feeling a sense of wonder and gratitude wash over you. Despite the trials and tribulations of the journey, you knew that this was where you were meant to be. And with Dagan by your side, you felt ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.

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As the weeks went by, the ever-bustling Dagan found himself torn between his duties as the lead expert and his desire to show you all his favorite spots on Tanalorr. Though he couldn't always be by your side, the growing being in your belly reminded you that soon enough, space would be meant for three. Your mobility became increasingly limited as your due date approached. Your belly grew round and heavy, and you found yourself unable to see your feet or stand for extended periods of time.

But even so, you found solace in the gardens, surrounded by the vibrant colors and fragrant scents of the botanical life. Santari often joined you there, her curiosity piqued by the diverse flora that Tanalorr had to offer. As you basked in the warm sun, Dagan materialized behind you, his lips nuzzling your jaw as he spoke.

"I'm sure you tire of the same sight. I wish to show you more," he said.

Santari snorted ahead of you, her voice tinged with amusement. "I will pretend that is not directed at me."

Dagan chuckled, clearly enjoying the playful banter between the two of them. "You know I value the time you've been able to keep them company."

It was true - Santari had become a frequent companion, her focus on research and rebuilding the archives of Tanalorr making her a valuable asset to the initiative. As she shared her work with you and Dagan, you couldn't help but feel grateful for her company.

But as your due date drew closer, you found it increasingly difficult to move around. Dagan's hand slid down to your belly, which had grown prominent and heavy. "And a promising Jedi they will be," he mused, a hint of pride in his voice.

Santari couldn't resist a playful jab. "Perhaps by the time the child is of age, you may even be mature enough to be their Master."

Dagan made a face at her teasing, the two of them falling into their usual verbal sparring match. As you watched them, you couldn't help but imagine what it would be like to have a new, curious voice in the mix.

But as you pushed yourself to stand up, your brain struggling to catch up with your body, something felt off. You stumbled an extra step, and a trickle of fluid slid down the inside of your thigh. Embarrassment threatened to overtake you, but the realization of what was happening hit you first.

You met Dagan's concerned gaze, feeling a sense of urgency in your chest. "Dagan, we need to go. The baby's coming."

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Dagan's instinct kicks in as soon as he realizes your water has broken. With every ounce of his being, he guides you to the resident medics with the utmost care and urgency. As you enter the unfamiliar space, a flurry of new faces whisk you away, leaving Dagan behind. In that moment, you witness a side of him that you've never seen before – lost and unsure, unable to do anything but watch from afar as the medics attend to you.

As the contractions intensify, fear and relief flood through you. Fear of the unknown, but relief that you have no control over the force. If you did, it would be too dangerous for those around you, as you filter through a myriad of emotions. And yet, you can't help but feel anxious, knowing that Dagan is attuned to every sound and expression of pain that you emit.

The process is long and arduous, each contraction feeling like an eternity as your muscles strain with the effort of expelling the being that you've nurtured for so long. The medics try to support you where they can, but there's only so much encouragement they can provide. You're left to bear the brunt of the work, but somehow, through it all, Dagan's presence wraps around you, giving you the clarity to push on.

With every push, you feel yourself growing weaker, but you know you must keep going. And finally, after what seems like an eternity, you hear the sound of your baby taking her first breath – a tiny wail that echoes pleasantly against your collapsed form.

“Congratulations, it's a girl," the medic announces.

Your heart is overwhelmed with emotion as the medic gently places your whimpering baby in your weak arms. She's a beautiful sight, her complexion favoring your own, but it's her eyes that captivate you. Looking up, you find an identical pair hovering close as Dagan's finger strokes the tiny damp head.

“You did so well, my love. She's beautiful," he whispers, adoration etched on his face.

In that moment, surrounded by the love and warmth of your family, you feel a sense of peace wash over you – a feeling of pure joy that words cannot describe.

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The medical facility where you convalesce is an oasis of calm amid the chaos of war. The air is crisp and cool, sanitized to prevent infection. Soft sunlight streams through the windows, casting a gentle glow across the room and bathing it in a warm, comforting light. The faint scent of disinfectant lingers in the air, a reminder of the sterile environment necessary for healing.

The recovery process is slow and grueling, every movement an effort. Your muscles ache with the effort of sitting up, and your legs feel weak and unsteady beneath you when you first try to stand. It takes all your willpower to push through the pain and focus on your goal: getting back to your feet and being reunited with your family.

In those early days, Dagan is a constant presence at your side. He fusses over you, bringing you water and food, and reassuring you that everything will be all right. Santari is a regular visitor, her easy charm and gentle humor lifting your spirits and helping you to forget, if only for a little while, the pain and exhaustion that you are feeling.

As the days turn into weeks, your daughter becomes the center of your world. You and Dagan take turns holding her, gazing into her bright, curious eyes, and marveling at the miracle of life. The Jedi order continues to grow and change around you, but in those quiet moments, all that matters is the bond that you share with your little family.

The first year of your daughter's life is a blur of sleepless nights and endless diaper changes, but it is also a time of wonder and joy. You watch her grow and develop, marveling at her first steps, her first words, and the boundless curiosity that drives her to explore the world around her. Through it all, you and Dagan are a team, navigating the challenges of parenthood together and finding strength in each other's love.

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The distant chirps of the aviary species permeated the air, a symphony of sound that echoed through the tranquil woods. Your daughter's voice, however, was the most beautiful of them all.

"Papa, papa!" she called out with glee, her small hand grasping at the rough bark of the tree trunk.

The word meant a lot of things to your child.

Dagan.

You.

This.

That.

Here.

Mine.

And her favorite.

Now.

Her word held many meanings, but it was clear that in this moment, she wanted her father's attention.

From your position, you watched with a smile as Dagan promptly appeared, always quick to respond to his daughter's beck and call. He lowered himself onto one knee, and your daughter eagerly clambered onto his lap, her chubby fingers grasping at his hair as she hoisted onto her feet. "What is it?" he asked, his deep voice filled with amusement.

Your daughter's finger pointed up towards the canopy of the tree, and Dagan followed her gaze. At first, his expression was curious, but as he spied the small nest nestled among the branches, his face lit up with recognition. "Ah, your friends are finally here," he remarked, understanding your daughter's excitement.

With gentle care, Dagan lifted your daughter up until she was perched atop his shoulders, granting her a much better view of the precious new hatchlings. The tiny birds chirped and squawked, their beady eyes fixated on the world around them.

Your daughter's own voice joined in with their chorus, "Papa, papa!"

As Dagan explained the species to your daughter, you couldn't help but feel a wave of nostalgia wash over you. The memories of the early days flooded back, the uncertainty and excitement that came with being new parents. It was all worth it, though, to see your daughter's joy in moments like this.

Dagan's gaze flicked towards you, and you met his eyes with a tender smile. Yes, this moment was worth it all. The sun shone brightly, dappling the lush greenery with golden light, and the garden teemed with life. It was a moment frozen in time, one that you would cherish forever.

#dagan gera x reader #dagan gera #dagan gera imagine #star wars jedi survivor imagine

[skadream]

i was gonna delete this and move on but im bored so i'll take this seriously even tho it will somehow prove a point for the phobes

i think this chris fleming video sums up my thoughts on this question perfectly

i saw a tiktok from a trans man that nearly made me cry about how he didn't give a shit when transphobes say "you will always be a woman" but it hurt if someone were to say "you will always be a girl" because for him there is some truth to that statement. neither i nor this random dude online speak for all trans men, but for me this resonated a lot. i do not connect to womanhood at all, i enjoy many things that are perceived as feminine but to me those are things i enjoy as a man. however, girlhood and being a girl is something i do connect to a lot. maybe it's nostalgia or just the specifics of what many people who were assigned female have to go through in childhood? the specifics of my intersection of identities outside of genders? idk but it's not to do with liking or doing feminine things or being feminine.

i went to an all-girls school, i have three older sisters, i've kinda been surrounded by women my whole life and the number of men that i interact irl with that isnt family (thru blood or marriage or even longtime family friend) is very very small. and none of that makes me a girl but obviously that impacted my life greatly! like when i was questioning whether or not im trans i like, basically terfed myself into thinking i CANT be trans because i can be a woman and not shave or whatever, and i need to embrace my body as a woman's body etc and i did that! im still all about body positivity for women! but i just. never was one. it never worked. and i genuinely thought i must be a massive misogynist because i cant see myself embracing being a woman. (btw this was all self-targeted, i never felt this way about other trans men prob bc i just see them as. men.)

i felt like if i were to transition i would be doing a disservice to the me who was a little girl that had all these hopes for my future. i thought i could be nonbinary and genderfluid in my online life and be okay with being perceived as a gnc woman irl because thats what a feminist would do right. i had accepted more fluid labels long before ever considering myself a man, and i do still consider myself to be nb and genderfluid! but the first time someone assumed i was a man, something just clicked in my head. like oh. oh yeah this makes sense this is what i was missing. i dont feel so empty anymore, and not saying genderfluid/nonbinary people are empty but rather i felt empty so i identified with labels that could be nonspecific. now my fluidity is something i embrace not as emptiness but wholeness. like all these terms individually gets you some of the way there, and even all these terms together dont necessarily paint the full picture, but i've conveyed the idea to you well enough.

anyway i didnt answer the question LMAO so am i a girl? no not right now. hope this helps

#trans day of visibility #arcyaps

[muzzleroars]

Yo :3

So uh, I’ve been looking through your art and I am absolutely in love with it. I love your use of colors and lineart (ESPECIALLY v1 but I’ll get to them). This will mostly just be me rambling about it cause :]

Dude how the fuck do you get emotion so well done. V1 is immaculate, like look at this shit

You can feel that it’s alien to non robots, but is genuinely curious. I absolutely love how you draw poses. Especially since the characters don’t have faces, body language is key. They feel like they have a personality with each drawing. Always hunched down and extended with no regards to social norms. The attention to detail is what really makes it, the thicker outlines on the character make them pop more, and your take on V1 is clearly thought out well, along with your ultrakill characters.

LIKE LOOK AT IT‼️

IT GENUINELY LOOKS 3D‼️‼️

While my favorite is v1, Micheal in your aus is especially well written and drawn. His design reminds me a lot of the corpse of king Minos / Minos prime. which I like! It highlights their contrast, how Minos tried to reason with a higher being on an equal level. Micheal acted instead, deeming himself unworthy of said higher being. Both genuinely cared for their citizens, both were royalty. Minos spoke out, Micheal stayed isolated, which only further deteriorated him, unlike Minos, who instead was proactive, reaching out to other layers and kings like Sisyphus. Sometimes you need to know what it’s like to feel consequence in order to succeed. But in the end, both of their bodies are left to rot, unable to succeed.

Also I really like this one of v1. Their silhouette is distinctive and you’re good at posing :3

Sry. Idk if this is weird or creepy, but I thought I’d share my thoughts with you since I like analyzing stuff.

THE WAY THIS MADE ME SO EMOTIONAL THO....WTF THANK YOU SO MUCH......it's absolutely mind-blowing to me that you pay attention to these little details because i absolutely try to add all of these things intentionally, but i find myself thinking like 'will anyone even care??? about these tiny things???' so it means more than i can say to see that someone does!!!!! like i'm so happy to know that my characterization of v1 comes through, because i really do have a very clear idea in my mind of its behavior and personality that i'm trying to convey through still images. v1's movements are bird/raptor-like and while i give it a very sophisticated, sentient mind, its intelligence is nonhuman and it is a being that absolutely doesn't conform to our standards. v1 is something new, and i want it to be something that clearly has an internal life and a bright mind, yet exhibits very little corresponding human behaviors. plus, it's a bit odd because of its somewhat corrupted software, and so i wanted too for its little hunched posture to show it's sort of a machine gone feral (in the traditional, once was domesticated but is now on its own sense lol) - it was made with a humanoid body shape and so SHOULD stand up straight, but it doesn't anymore. because it doesn't want to. and so!!! i really do draw v1 with a LOT of intention and i put plenty of thought into posing it correctly to both convey its character and its emotion in the piece...and since it's my favorite, i'm so glad i'm doing it justice!!

AND YEA!!! michael definitely has parallels to minos (which i started to think on when i realized their head shape is....kinda similar lol i swear i was just going for crown + blindfold for mike's helmet but oops!!) and i do like their throughlines as fallen rulers, plus their sort of opposing yet ultimately disastrous relationships to their own corpse - minos is separated from his and must watch as it mindlessly tears his city apart while michael is trapped in a flesh prison of his own body, forced to stay within it as it rots away. they are two rulers that would have done anything for their people, and yet both failed them despite again taking opposite paths. minos really had no hope, the external forces of heaven coming down on him in their full authority, though he will forever blame himself. michael departed despite, with god's disappearance, being essentially the highest in heaven - he believed only god could save them though, that he could never become a king from a prince (again, due to heaven's own hierarchy). their meeting would be nothing but utter disaster, but it does make me consider their interactions a little more closely when michael decides to test minos prime's strength (because while michael would have a lot to say about how minos failed his people by defying god, minos would have much to say in turn about a prince abandoning his people at their weakest)

BUT FOR REAL....this message was so amazingly kind and i want to thank you again for sending it my way. it just made me!!!! feel so happy to see that my art is loved and that the work i put into it really means something. honestly it's the best thing i could ask for <3

#like both of these things make me so happy bc!! bc #v1 is my favorite so i want to convey it properly #and i really have. become attached to my ocs #so!!! it's important to me that i get them both right #and im glad you get what im trying to say aaa #sorry if im too sappy but this really made my week lol #cake answers #long post

[etovest]

hello! do u have any garden headcanons that you'd be willing to share... i loved how well you managed to grasp them in so little words ❤️

hallo sorry it took me so long to answer this! (and Thank YOU!! for the nice compliment :)) )

also boy do I have headcanons or just what I think could happen if they end up together (AND ALIVE?) so here we go

Warren's absolutely inept at cooking he Tries and he Knows how to survive on his own but he's more than happy to leave Gordon alone in the kitchen and let him work his magic (I also don't think Gordon's that good either but he's willing to try for warren)

Gordon sleeps with his socks on, Warren says it's stupid and Gordon pulls out his phone with that article saying it's easier to fall asleep with them on and they have a Debate abt it

also think both of them have a sweet tooth but Gordon's actually pathologic like three spoonfuls of sugar + milk into tea and Warren's like arent u afraid of losing your teeth and Gordon's like (girls who like sweets when they meet bitches that snort sugar)

Warren strikes me as a morning person or even if not necessarily loving waking up early he's like someone who once wakes up is Awake whereas Gordon's fully nonfuncional in the morning and Warren has to drag him around he pretends to hate it but he doesn't of course

i think neither Warren nor Gordon are Conventionally Pretty cos that's boring but Gordon was in a metal band he's since long embraced being a Freak while Warren's still self concious in the silent way but Gordon genuinely thinks he's the most handsome man alive like he's truly convinced Warren is this mythical relict that only the pure of heart can find and appreciate which makes Warren feel so embarrassed but after a while he embraces it and they become so obsessed with each other from an outside perspective it's frightening

idk why but it think they both try to become vegetarian for Waffles (it makes sense in my head) but they like full english breakfast too much so they Just can't it's funny to me ok

Warren says he was a punk (pointing at Gordon) just to see Gordon get red in the face and explain At Length just how much punk and metal are different genres because he was born in the eighties so He's like That and how while he can see the strength of certain messages conveyed through punk music it's just Not at all like metal where techinque and actual musical ability is valued but also he played bass so maybe he's more chill about it but he still wants to point it out ok he isn't Punk and Warren does it because he's insane about Gordon getting heated and at a certain point he just tunes him out it's like asmr to him

they both have Issues and so it takes them a while to get it together like Warren is in love but won't say anything because he thinks what they have is too good to ruin and Gordon still thinks Warren is Fragile and also possibly straight? but once they Do get it together they still don't define it because it's Too big and too personal to have a name like I am 100% serious when I'm saying that I think their relationship is Overwhelming in the most romanticly haunting sense but they balance it well it works with them exclusively

both of them are tactile people but Warren won't initiate any contact he's more like a dog that accepts pats but doesn't get up to search for them

Warren's a tidy person and Gordon's more "There's method to my madness" but he's an Archivist so he's got every important document cared for and has extremely good spacial memory i like to think that a few years down the line (in my universe where they are happy and live together) they become sort of telepathic and when Warren needs something he doesn't even have to ask he's just like "Have you seen the- and Gordon's there "Top right corner of the shelf in the bathroom" and they do this All the time

I HAVE MORE? I think but IDK how to be normal so this will be all for now thank u and thanks again for the sweet compliment have a nice LIFE ANON 🌟🌟

#ask #red valley podcast #garden red valley #gordon porlock x warren godby 4EVER #OK bye.. thank u... #also please DO share if you have headcanons of ur own i would love to compare them like trading cards

[kayleezra]

A Sunflower and Their Encyclopedia // (Ezra x GN!Reader)

Word Count: idk like 500-600

Summary: Modern AU? idk but we're on Earth so you decide. Ezra tells you he loves you.. in some less than normal ways...

A/N: FOR MY WIFE @writer-darling WHOSE BIRTHDAY IT IS TODAY (it's short and shitty because I just typed it up after work but I couldn't not post something!) BUT HAPPY BIRTHDAY I LOVE YOU MOSTEST

oh and this is like not at all accurate because sunflowers use circadian rhythm to face and follow the sun but… we’re going to pretend we don’t know that and believe the social media myth

“You’re my sunflower,” Ezra's smooth voice brings you back to reality. 

“What?” You ask, not sure you heard him right in your trance-like state.

“You are my sunflower,” he annunciates, “or Helianthus as it’s scientifically known” he adds as if that would clear everything for you. 

If the two of you had been talking about flowers, it would make some sense, but you were simply enjoying each other's presence in silence. 

“What?” you ask again, clearly confused. 

“Well when it’s overcast and sunflowers are looking for the sun, they often face each other. Claiming each other as their own personal sun, sharing each other’s energy. You’re my sunflower, you’re who I turn to in dark times to keep me going.”

“That is… incredibly sweet,” tears brim your eyes, “Then you’re my sunflower too. What brought that up?” 

A slow smile creeps its way onto his face, the corners of his mouth lifting with love and eyes warming. 

“I was simply enjoying the view, of you. And how captivated and intoxicated I am from the sheer joy you exude. How my infatuation and devotion to you knows no bounds. You’re my life source, my light and my love.”

A cheesy smile is plastered on your face, “And so the obvious conclusion was sunflowers?”

“Perhaps sunflowers didn’t properly convey all that.”

“No it did I was ju-” but before you can finish he interrupts by continuing his thoughts.

“You’re the Acacia Tree to my ant colony,” he finishes with a proud smile.

You stare at him dumbfounded.

“Acacia trees, commonly found in South Africa and Australia, grow hollow roots, structures that allow ants to use as shelter and even feed from. In return, the ants defend the tree from herbivores. The ants larvae also feed off Beltian bodies, which are small pouches of important proteins and nutrients and in return the ants protect new acacia seedlings from being eaten by other small critters.”

“So… I’m a tree,”

“An acacia tree, yes”

“And you… are a colony of ants,”

“Mhm”

“That share a relationship,”

“A symbiotic relationship, yes”

“That share a symbiotic relationship. But why am I the tree and you the ants?”

“Easy. Because you’re a life-giving thing that is much greater than I. A beautiful great standing of Mother Nature.”

Then it dawns on you. Where Ezra is getting all this random nature information. Weeks ago while thrifting he came across a tattered nature encyclopedia, his nose was stuck in the book before he even purchased it. He returned it to the shelf claiming he did not need it but something tells you he went back…

“Did you get that encyclopedia?”

“Is it that obvious?”

You laugh, “I take it you're enjoying it”

“Thoroughly”

“And how many more métaphores do you have for us?”

Ezra looks up and cocks his head like he’s actually mentally counting them, “at least another hundred.”

You laugh again at his absurdity born of love.

“Although I don’t think I could even run out of ways to tell you I love you, my dear. And if I did then I’d learn more languages. And if I ran out of those, I’d create our own language that never runs out of ways to express my love for you.”

And you know that this man in front of you means every damn word he's just said. You can't help but wonder how you got so lucky, while he wonders the same.

Taglist: @spideysimpossiblegirl @littlemisspascal @writer-darling  @avengetheunnatural @louderfortheback @currentobsessionrabbithole

#ezra x reader #ezra prospect #ezra x you #prospect 2018 #pedro pascal characters

[pupcuck]

haiii cherry !! :3 um i’ve been in classes all day and unfortunately i still have a couple to go but i wanted to chime in ! so i don’t have any specific examples but yah! some of this might be repeat from what i’ve already told u but … my points still stand so ! also ur right for wanting validation for the things u write AND u totally deserve it :3 NO SHAME IN ASKING FOR IT

OKAY so first i just wanna say how easy it is to read ur fics ? this is probably more of just a me thing rather than a general thing? like genuinely i like reading but i’m so picky about what i read bc i just get bored and i’m really dogshit at visualizing. so a lot of times when a fic/book tries to add too much description of something i just get really lost and bored bc i can NOT see that shit in my head . so it’s all just words on a page and i can’t really do anything with it. but the way u describe things just makes sense in my head. like UGH IDK HOW TO EXPLAIN IT but although i can never actually ‘see’ what ur trying to convey, i can understand it. AND U EXPLAIN THINGS IN SUCH AN INTERESTING WAY and i think that’s why it’s not tedious to read ur fics for me? i’m gonna steal a line from my own comm bc i have it on hand … “Then it’s red, white and blue— Mainly red and blue. It’s all very fitting and American.” like it’s simple, it gets the point across, but it’s more interesting than just saying the cops were called blah blah blah. or vice versa sometimes things are over explained and that might be helpful to some people but for me it does nothing. maybe not the best example but i hope u know what i’m trying to say !! um ik this isn’t like a universal problem so u probably don’t do it intentionally but just know that ur writing style is like a godsend for me !! idk if that benefits u at all since it’s like a me thing but yah :3 i’m sure others that can’t visualize feel similarly

also just ur willingness to experiment with different things is one of the things i love most about ur blog! ur master list is just very diverse and every fic feels vastly different from the others. if that makes sense? like u can tell every piece is a cherry fic but i can read 4 cherry fics in a day and still feel like nothing was repetitive? HOWEVER on the flip side, ur fics with multiple parts feel very cohesive and they flow smoothly. like readers personality stays consistent WHICH IS ANOTHER THING !!! kinda going back i think . but all the readers in ur fics have different personalities which is so so nice. it gives the people reading ur fics the opportunity to relate to the reader in different ways each time ! and i feel like even when i don’t relate to the personalities of one of the readers u still manage to write in a way that makes it enjoyable. like i genuinely feel like i’m living vicariously through every single reader in ur fics! and if the fic is in leons pov that’s always fun too !!!! like even if u say he’s ooc i’m still like yeah hypothetically if he were in this situation this is how he would be thinking. UM and although u may voice that u don’t feel as confident writing certain things u still give it a shot and it always turns out so good?? like rigor mortis for example !! ik u said u struggle with writing gore but it was still sososososo good ? so just ur willingness to try out different things is very admirable !! 

i also love ur interactions with the people on ur blog :3 like ur just silly but not only that !! awhile ago when u made the quizzes to determine which cherry reader u would be or like which leon u would get !! UGH SO FUN !!!! those little acts of engagement are so special idk !! like u didn’t have to take time to make those !!!! but u did !!!!!!!! thank you for that !!!!!

and obvs i agree with what others have said as well !! the way u write is just so real and human . and i do think ur use of similes and more simple language is really special. like ur writing such heavy topics but ur not trying to overcomplicate anything or be morally correct and it just works so perfectly. ig just in a lot of the darker books i’ve read, the authors always try to make what they’re writing justifiable and they use all this fancy language and it makes it seem like it’s not really as bad as it should be. i’m sure they might have to just bc it’s getting published to the masses but what u do with ur writing is just so refreshing. and i think it feels weird to say that when we’re talking about fics with dark themes like rape but idk how else to explain it. you don’t try to glorify anything, you don’t try to overcomplicate things, and i mean u have had leon/reader try justify what they’re doing but it’s different i think. like with ur fics leon/reader is just trying to justify it to themselves rather than an author trying to justify why something is happening to the person reading. I HOPE THAT MAKES SENSE

IM GONNA STOP THERE BC I REALLY FEEL LIKE I’M RAMBLING TOO MUCH . BUT LOVE U CHERRY AND LOVE UR FICS !!! MWAH

-💉

HAII anon omg :3 I hope u seek refuge from classes soon </3 and good luck on them oh em gee :3

oh em gee.. im glad they’re easy to read!! I get bored very easy when fics/books have a lot of flowery language or just longwinded explanations for shit which I feel like I do to make things fake deep but it makes me cringe so I try not to 😓

and again thank you 😞 like idk!! feel like my writing is very repetitive bc all I do is write incest and make leon suicidal LMFAO so it’s like so nice to hear that you don’t feel like it’s a total bore and my fics don’t all sound the same hfhfnf and stuff w personalities like I feel like half the time my readers blend bc idk I have a problem where I think I just put my personal opinion into things even if I try not to do that so like. omg. I LOVE YOU!!!!! I luv. anons on tumblr they make me so happy like the fact people even wanna talk to me / share ideas is so!!! fun to me idk like ugh im glad that people can put like dead dove thoughts here idk!!

ig for me.. it’s just personal opinion but I feel like a lot of fics on tumblr tend to do dead dove themes and shit but then don’t actively.. call it what it is. If that makes sense? like I see a lot of daddy kink fics but when you look at them it has all the traits of ddlg but people are too hesitant to label it as such? bc it gets such shit backlash but it’s like. idk ack.. where am I going w this. IDK!!! just some noncon fics too like that’s rape! feel like that word is like dirty and shouldn’t be said in a lot of spaces but it is what it is idk . BUT UGHH THANK U SM SORRY I CANT SHOW MY APPRECIATION FOR THSI ASK IM SO!! STUPID N SAPPY ILY SO MUCH

#inbox 💌 #💉 anon

[chaos0pikachu]

Apparently the plot of kp doesn't make sense... I keep seeing this comment more and more lately. Any idea why people say this?

Idk bitches be haters I guess??

Like, maybe I'm bias b/c out of all the Thai BLs (and maybe even BLs in general tho I'm not 100% on that) Kinnporsche is the best one I've watched to date. From a directorial, technical, and narrative standpoint the whole show is extremely well made and strong.

There's a couple bits of misshapen writing - I think Kim's investigation plot needed to be fleshed out more, I'm assuming they left the goal of Kim investigating his dad an open ended question b/c of a potential s2 but alas that is now a dream - but overall the story has a strong throughline for all the (main) characters. Like even Big dying makes sense as sad as it makes me, because Big loved Kinn to the point of being a martyr.

Vegas and Kinn's rivalry makes sense and is one of my favorite - but also seemingly underappreciated - parts of the show. It's born out of their fathers own rivalry. Vegas clearly believes if he "beats" Kinn his father will provide him love and approval. While we, the audience, know this to be untrue (and I'd argue so does Pete) Vegas doesn't. Or maybe he does but he hopes for it anyway which is why he returns to his fathers side after Pete escapes. Pete being his one and only solace and providing him a level of understanding no one else could, now he only has what he's always lived with, seeking approval from his father.

Kinn seems almost reluctant to be involved in the rivalry but does so because he is also at his fathers mercy but b/c Korn is a altruistic ruler everyone sees him outwardly as a loving father (including Kinn and Tankhun) if controlling. But is it so bad to be controlling and a bit manipulative if it's for the greater good of The Family? I think this is the question that leads Kim to leaving and seeking out the truth behind his fathers lies.

Like, people joke (me too, all the time) about how chaotic the show is b/c some wild shit happens in the show. Like out of context Kinn and Porsche hand jobbing each other in Vegas' club bathroom is hilarious but in context it's one of the most emotional moments of the show and solidifies their commitment to each other (which is why I'm not against sex scenes in media, sometimes when the sex is meant to MEAN something it can be a great way to convey intimacy, emotion, and char development).

I've made jokes about Ken's tilted head on the table but like, in context that scene makes sense and is important. The show is violent, this is a violent world, these characters aren't GOOD people they are in the fucking MAFIA. Killing and beheading traitors is par the course. It was also to show that Gun was loyal and yeah obviously he wasn't, Korn wasn't dumb he could see that, but he allowed the deception to further his own plans.

As I said, there's a couple writing bits that don't pan out in the show but overall the show makes coherent sense. We joke that Porsche is dumb b/c he didn't realize Kinn was gay earlier but being oblivious is a character flaw, not a writing mistake.

Porsche's char progression is very trackable, you can see it in his plot but also in his costuming. The show is pretty purposeful in terms of costuming (another reason it sticks out to me against other Thai BLs) and Porsche when he walks into the main house halls at the beginning compared to Porsche walking through the halls of the main house at the end is a very purposeful shot. Porsche is no longer as naïve, as oblivious, as carefree, he dealt with low class thugs before, but now he's high class mafia.

Idk Anon I'm a bit of a bitch who doesn't like some of the big Thai BL classics but for me KP made a ton of sense. Having levity (ie comedy) doesn't make for an incoherent show.

#chaos pikachu speaks #kinnporche the series

[oflights]

Hi allie! I love your fics. I was wondering why you always write in present tense. Have you ever written in past tense? Do you have a reason to prefer present? Just curious I love it either way!

hi!!! sorry it took me so long to answer this, i saw it while i was out and forgot to get back to it.

anyway, short answer is:

long answer: idk!! i'm just comfortable with it and i think it suits the kinds of fics i like to write most? i tend to do a very closed third person with lots of inner monologue and present tense helps with that. i also write very visually, if that makes sense? like i kind of stage my scenes in my head as i write them, and i'm aware of where people are in a room, how close they're standing together, what they're doing while they talk, etc. and present tense conveys that well?? i have no idea if this makes sense lol.

i've heard the arguments that past tense is invisible, present tense gets in its own way and i do get that (and i am very much on board with other arguments like that, like i rarely use substitutes for says/said, i'm a fanatic about dialog punctation, etc.) but i also don't think that's always true and the use of present tense can be really impactful and dexterous.

at this point, for me, it's just what feels natural so i go with it 😌

#asks #anonymous #i have zero preference when reading btw #more important is tense consistency #also i used both past and present tenses in different chapters of close behind and it was so hard lol #i had to fix the past scenes a billion times in beta

[lostfracturess]

nici (if i may) you're so nice while answering to all my blubbering mess 😭😭😭 you're so sweet really, always looking forward to your answers not just for me!!! this time i want to ask what are your personal favourite scenes to write and what are the most challenging? oh maybe they are the same?? and also what's the most fascinating and challenging in writing for you? sorry if you answered that already!

my personal top scenes are:

1. their first kiss oh my god it gave me HUGE pride and prejudice vibes (that rain scene), it was so intense and heart wrenching 😫

2. the whole chess scene, i already said this. the concept itself is very good, and this battle of masterminds when they try to expose each other 🤌🤌

3. y/n finding him before that surgery all high.... because of its overall vulnerability AND the last scene in the previous chapter when he's doing drugs from her back 😫 because it was SO sexy (and bad as well, but~~~)

looking forward to your answers!!!

yes sure! call me nici :) you're so sweet yourself! <3 i genuinely enjoy responding to your asks, love the chaotic energy!!

so first to the most challenging thing: what i find difficult is making sure the reader is getting everything? like as the writer you are aware of what each character motives are and their feelings and thoughts, but i never can be 100 percent sure it is as clear for the reader as it is for me.

at the same time i'm not a big fan of writing long inner monologue, i rather have much happening in conversation or action. so that is a thin line for me, to make sure everything i want to transpire is conveyed but still don't make it boring. if that makes sense.

also like variety in writing, like scenes, speech and all. guess that's more easy for native english people. i struggle sometimes to make the conversations sound natural.

lastly, consistency in character? so hard to really make sure that the character just doesn't change randomly and is coherent throughout the story while still making progress and growing.

what i really like writing is fighting scenes ahhhh. idk what about it, but i love when two headstrong persons just discuss and fight the hell out of each other omg. love when they yell and accuse and all that ugly things!! <3

also like everything angsty and hurtful. i don't actually enjoy writing fluff that much, or rather i find it often really cheesy and flat? i think angst is more my thing to write.

my favorites scenes are so similar to yours!!

rain-kiss-confession: yes. YES. loved to write this raw confession and him finally giving in. ahhhh, my heart aches just thinking about it. & rain just makes everything better.

chess game: love every scene where they are both like not backing down and clash head on against each other, because they both are stubborn af. also love chess as a way for them to talk truthfully. but also like the whole morning, with him checking on her and confessing how he feels for her and all that fighting ahaha. love wiritng fighting scenes.

bathroom smut: lol, idk but i loved the first bathroom smut they had ahaha. still think it was the best, because the pent-up tension finally broke free!

satoru being high before surgery: yes yes yes, yn finding him before that surgery and him being so hazy but when he finally can focus on her the first thing coming out of his mouth is "you look so beautiful". i'm weak.

him getting brains for her: you remember when satoru got human brains for them to practice?? and him showing her and saying "i'd anything for you"???? i'm weak.

training basketball: i know this was kinda short, but when they practiced basketball for the university sports festival in the beginning and it was still so like innocent and him approaching her to show her how to do it and asking "may i?" before touching her. I'M WEAK.

also every scene he does drugs off of her ahah. WEAK.

also when they play billiard with sukuna and they are so couple like. WEAK

this got kinda long lol. sending you all the love right back! have a lovely day/night ♡

#symptoms and causes #inbox

[antspaul]

writers ask game: 🍄 🦴 🍅 🪲

🍄 ⇢ share a head canon for one of your favourite ships or pairings

hmm lemme think… okay so it didn’t make it into the ange/madders fic i wrote but ben and i talked about this once. i think that poch/kane did happen in that universe, and ange and madders have sort of heard whispers about it in the dressing room. not that they know any of the details, but they can kind of read between the lines — like they’ve heard about how poch took a special interest in H, how it affected h when poch left the club, how h would feel about ange had he stayed at the club… i think poch & kane kind of haunt tottenham and their absence would be felt even by people who had never known them there

🦴 ⇢ is there a piece of media that inspires your writing? 

ooooo there’s a lot! obviously i’m out here writing fic LOL which is inherently derivative, but i’ll list a few pieces of media with writing that i aspire to:

Succession has such beautiful character writing and has made me think a lot about where i start and end a story, the difference between a which conflict guides the narrative and which conflict guides the characters in-universe (idk if that makes sense, happy to elaborate elsewhere), and the realism that humor adds to a story

I’ve read a couple of Ann Patchett’s books recently and i LOVE the way she constructs such intricate fascinating character relationships. In her books you rarely spend much time with any one character or place, and yet the worlds she creates are SO complex and compelling

A while back I read Tom Stoppard’s play Arcadia which I’d seen a somewhat mediocre performance of yet loved anyways. Besides being a little strange but incredibly interesting, what struck me about Arcadia was how fun and engaging it was to read on paper! The dialogue conveyed subtext and emotion so well that it didn’t need dialogue tags or description or any of the other conventions of standard written prose. I sometimes catch myself getting really bogged down in making character body language not sound repetitive or something, when at times i think body language can be a bit distracting or jarring in text. Sometimes I’ll ask myself what i’d do if i had to convey everything i’m trying to convey without dialogue tags or body language or whatever and it helps!

🍅 ⇢ give yourself some constructive criticism on your own writing

truly i think my biggest weakness is how i write description - not so much character reflection but just literal description of a character’s physical surroundings. i feel like it often comes off somewhat flat and forced, idk. i’m definitely trying to pay more attention to this!! i don’t have an incredibly visual imagination so it definitely doesn’t come naturally to me, lol. i think part of the fix is to think critically about what a character would notice & also practice varying sentence structure and rhythm a bit? idk.

🪲 ⇢ add 50 words to your current wip and share the paragraph here

here's what i wrote! this character (ben chilwell) is in the depthsssss of a sexuality crisis atm hahahaha

Ben nearly ordered an actual drink but in the end he settled for a Coke, which he sipped idly at the bar counter, the aircon bringing a chill to his sun-warmed and sand-chapped body. The singles club were in the next room, laughing as loudly as ever. Their voices overlapped and echoed through the bar, and when Ben tried, he couldn’t make out what any of them were talking about.  It didn’t sound gay, Ben thought, though maybe he didn’t know what gay people sounded like in America. Maybe he didn’t know what they sounded like in England, either. He drank the Coke and closed his eyes.

Thank you for the ask Vida!!

Writers Truth & Dare Ask Game

#my fic #ask game

[jaggededges123]

Writing Patterns

Rules: List the first line of your last 10 (posted) fics and see if there’s a pattern! Tagged by @ripeteeth, thank you teeth! <333 i do so love tag games 🥰

(i'm gonna only count fics that i wrote and posted directly to ao3, otherwise half of it would be archived tumblr fic and i don't wanna do that so i won't XD <3)

1. “Your eyes are different.” [my eye is wasted from grief (my soul and my body also), TLT, Colum Asht & Silas Octakiseron. given what this fic is, i think it sets up right from the start the lingering sense of grief and silas's general attention to detail both. i'm satisfied. it's punchy imo, if you have the context from canon.]

2. “When you asked Colum the Eighth to hang out with you, in a low husky voice and obviously implying that you’d let him bend you like a pretzel, you didn’t think it would be like… this.” [Naberius Tern: Incest Magnet, TLT, Colum Asht/Naberius Tern/Silas Octakiseron. i do think this one sets the tone quite well, right from the get go it reads very much to me like: hey. we are now entering babs's head. i feel like it's got a smidge of humor in it too, so i'm very happy with it.]

3. “You do not always wear a headband to sleep in.” [The Incorruptible Crown, TLT, Colum Asht/Silas Octakiseron. i guess the most i can say for this one is that it tells you right at the start that the star player of this fic is The Headband™️.]

4. “Silas Octakiseron was in a small room, in a small outpost, on a small moon orbiting their planet.” [it does not rejoice at wrongdoing (but rejoices with the truth), TLT, Colum Asht/Silas Octakiseron. i love the repetition ngl, repetition is a favorite of mine to the point where i probably overuse it. idk what else to say about it, i feel like the next line is a lot more, so to speak, but that one doesn't work without this one. that is pretty common with my opening lines i feel like, that they set up a much punchier and/or more beautiful sentiment a little further on in the same paragraph or the next one, which is almost a little bit of a shame, i think.]

5. “Silas Octakiseron was entering his fifth heat ever, and that heralded exquisite agony for Colum Asht.” [by day the heat consumed me (and the frost by night), TLT, Colum Asht/Silas Octakiseron. i like this one quite a lot, it very efficiently sets things up imo, including the emotional tone for the fic.]

6. “Silas Octakiseron can taste the sin on Capris Asht’s lips.” [Immorality, TLT, Capris Asht/Colum Asht/Ram Asht/Silas Octakiseron. i feel like this one is a bit different in that it starts right in the middle of it both in the sense of like, the act, but also the relationship. i like how this opener conveys that silas still is like. morally opposed to this, but also that he's doing it anyway which says a lot about the fic as a whole. it's v lovely to me tbh, i like this one a lot.]

7. “In the first month of the myriadic year of our Lord, Silas Octakiseron approached Colum Asht after the day’s duties had been performed.” [make no provision for the flesh, TLT, Colum Asht/Silas Octakiseron. i like the implication right off the bat that this is unusual, or it would not be remarked upon. idk, it's a sturdy sort of opener. very serviceable.]

8. “It was happening again.” [the bed undefiled, TLT, Colum Asht/Silas Octakiseron. i'm getting a vague sense of unease and dread with perhaps a splash of annoyance, which is a great place to start this fic imo.]

9. “Colum Asht had never told Silas Octikiseron no before, let alone in the presence of others.” [The Third Sin, TLT, Colum Asht/Silas Octakiseron. tbh i almost wish i could redo this one, i wish i has given a bit more context in the entire opening paragraph. it starts right off from canon which suits, but i wish i had added just a smidge more detail to just really settle the reader if they haven't read gtn recently.]

10. “The pews are empty, long, and wooden.” [enter not into temptation, TLT, Colum Asht/Silas Octakiseron. a short opener for a quadruple drabble! it has a particular cadence that i enjoy.]

what i'm getting out of this is i like using full names in my first sentences, i don't put the pov character's name first nearly as often as i thought i did in 3rd limited (or at least, not recently), and i have recently just gone completely off the deep end after reading htn and now like 60% of my fics will be in 2nd person lol. also i'm uh,, learning (being reminded) that i should perhaps go back around after i'm all done writing and editing and try to rework the opening sentence or two, because a few of these strike me as rather bland (because starting a fic usually requires me to not think about the opening line too much, otherwise i get stuck in blinking cursor hell) but i would like to improve my first sentence game.

<3 i'll tag: @neverhornyoneighth, @moscca, @octakiseronliker, @ilovelunatics, @monroeknoxwrites, @snarkivistfic, @theflirtmeister but only if you want!

#coffeetomb #tag game #thanks again for tagging me teeth this was really fun and i have become more aware of some writing muscles i would like to stretch :D <333

[lemonhemlock]

"I don't know how to describe it exactly, but Emma D'arcy plays her with this very calm.... grace? like she truly believes in her head she's doing nothing wrong. Whereas another actor would lean more towards reveling in her villainy, more towards the Cersei Mean Girl spectrum." Yes. Exactly!

Emma ruined Rhaenyra more than the writing did, sorry not sorry. I love Milly's Rhaenyra but Emma's Rhaenyra i hate her!

I wouldn't go quite so far, but, after the time jumps I found myself not relating to Rhaenyra very well, even though I loved Milly. And, to be quite honest, before the series started I had expected to like Rhaenyra a lot more than what I ended up with.

I've currently re-watching the show and I appreciate Emma's acting more this second-time around. They make some very interesting acting choices - their intense moments are less scenery-chewing, but have more of a steely resolve to them. Their mothering interactions are v good as well - the way they approach and handle the child actors.

What I think prevents me from enjoying Rhaenyra as a character so much is that she appears so unintentionally detached - I think this is a particular choice of Emma's to portray her like this - but Rhaenyra has this thing in which she can be rude or even act unhinged and yet she remains calm and aloof, as if she's not realising how she might come across to other people (IDK if I'm making sense!!!) And, personally speaking, it pushes my annoyance buttons when I'm dealing with that species of individuals IRL. 😅

I do think it's interesting Emma chose this for Rhaenyra, because in the books she comes across very differently (i.e. bitchy). But a consequence of this subtlety is that I don't think a large part of the audience really got it. They see Rhaenyra acting genuine and are inclined to take her side because they buy into her self-delusion! People get mad at her for having bastards? Oh no, how could this be? Her son maims someone? Ofc it's not his fault! etc Even in the maiming "trial" the viewers sided with her!

In this regard, I think that more could have been done to highlight to the audience what her court image and social capital actually amount to - maybe show people raising her eyebrows at her in disbelief or huffing at her rudeness or SOMETHING.

The eye-for-an-eye trial scene is an obvious parallel to this chastisement scene from GoT, after Joffrey gets bitten by Arya's direwolf:

Now, I actually agree with Cersei in this scene. You can't bring direwolves to the Red Keep, they are wild animals. And she also has to make sure her children won't be put in dangerous situations like this again.

But the thing is that she knows she's being a little mean to Arya and Ned, she knows she's kind of manipulating the situation in her favour, and even though she's very calm about it, she kind of does tinge her speech with a liiiittle bit of wickedness. But it's enough to signal antagonist-vibes to the audience.

In the end, that's how Lena Headey chose to approach her character, but what I'm trying to say is that she conveys to me that Cersei has enough self-awareness to realise when she's being mean, she knows when people are perceiving her as mean and she sort of enjoys that type of shit-stirring anyway. It makes her really fun to watch, for my personal tastes.

Whereas Rhaenyra comes across as haughty without realising that's the social perception of her - and it drives me up the wall!

#shoutout to bobby b who managed to handle this more fairly than viserys #even though joffrey got away with just a bite #anti rhaenyra targaryen #cersei lannister #house of the dragon #asoiaf #ask #anon

[itsevanffs]

How do you feel the environment your character(s) grew up in shaped them as a human? How does the environment they’re in now shape them currently?

The quiet moments in a relationship are sometimes just as important are the verbal ones; describe an important moment where the characters in your story shared a quiet moment (like sitting together while reading, watching tv with one another, bumping elbows in the kitchen in the morning as they make coffee, etc), and tell us why you consider it so important.

If you had to direct a scene from your fic, what would you choose? Why? What would it look like? What techniques would you use to convey certain emotions? What would the set look like?

What are your main character(s)’ motivations? What do you consider their main drivers?

could you please answer with tom riddle and harry potter in mind? thank you!! since i'm aware i flooded you with 4 questions in one ask lollplease take your time answering. or like answer one question at a time or something. hope youre well :)

;v; it's been years. I am so sorry. I really had to gather my thoughts for this one but I think I have it now! I'm just gonna work off canon for the first one since you didn't specify a certain fic, though I think you meant ITD.

1 & 2) I'm just gonna answer for Blorbo #1 here to keep it brief: I think Tom/Vee's childhood circumstances were SO formative for him. I think his hatred of muggles really came from living through being on the other end of human greed for basically his entire life pre-adulthood. Orphanages aren't fun places to stay, and definitely not in post WW1 Britain - you often had to do manual labour even as a young child, and the giant global economic recession (thanks, America) right around his birth was... something indeed. He was probably very used to fighting for his basic needs day in and day out, and was deeply dependent on the goodwill of random strangers. I think this also formed his desire to have everything, to have power over everything: growing up so poor and helpless, literally, does something to you. There was no space for empathy in a place like that.

And I think through canon the rush of being on the other side, of having made it - I think that really got to his head, and he became reckless, stopped thinking things through. I get it, tbh: getting out of survival mode is one of the most beautiful and liberating things to experience, but it's hard not to go ham with it. Eventually this caused his own downfall. Which is a shame. I think they should have kissed

(I am ignoring the whole love potion thing so hard rn you have no idea. Girl (dumbledore) idk where you came up with that but you are so wrong. You can't even get high via dick unless you try super hard, why would love potions affect sperm. Anyway, cough)

3) ITD doesn't really have any quiet moments? Like, not truly quiet. Harry is pretty much always on edge around Tom, and if he isn't, he's well and truly distracted by something else. Tom doesn't quite experience those moments as quiet, either - he's very focused on Harry pretty much all the time. This lack of quietness in itself is very important to show their dynamic, which is one of constant vigilance both ways. The abuser, always trying to find fault with their victim, and the victim, always trying to avoid fault.

4) From ITD, definitely the coronation scene. The lighting would come from the giant windows behind the throne, casting Tom into near-darkness except for the glittering, larger-than-life crown on his head. The chandeliers would provide only a vague sense of depth and form to his face and features, leaving his eyes shadowed for the red of his irises to jump out. The lighting would not be warm or inviting, but stark and harsh, leaving cold shadows instead of warm ones, contrary to what you'd expect with candlelight. It would feel wrong, to see that man sitting there like that. He would be out of place - an intruder. Next to him, pushed into the background and practically fading away into the light with their near-white outfits, would be Harry and Lily; insignificant in the face of this new, budding darkness.

I think that'd be pretty neat ^^

5) Tom in ITD wants to have everything; especially the things he can't have. Harry, of course, is at the top of that list.

Harry's a teen. He's 16 - he doesn't quite know what he wants. He has an idea; he wants to get married, maybe, have a big and loving family, and be to his spouse and kids what James was to him and Lily. He wants to live a long, healthy life, take care of those who need his care, and have the least stressful time he can manage while doing all that.

Again, I apologise deeply for the delay. My brain was just... yeah. I hope this answer is somewhat satisfactory!

#in the dark (hamlet fic) #ask game #tomarry #harry potter #tomarrymort #tom riddle #(because of the meta)

[andypantsx3]

ANDIE OMG I know I already vomited all over your tags, BUT. I need to convey just how much I fucking loved Incendiary. You had me cackling like a madman right out the gate with your little social media excerpts (like you always do). You knew what you were doing with the "my guy out here with a pencil sharpening quirk" and it was MAGNIFICENT. (once again you tricked me into attempting to click the read mores, shame on you). But. the crown jewel of this fic was the pregonant reference. I choked, Andie. fucking choked and couldn't stop laughing. You're a fucking genius.

That being said, let me tell you all the ways in which I loved this story. Because oh boy, there's a lot:

I love every single side character in this. They were all so distinct from each other, it was such a joy to read. I fucking loved how you wrote Jeanist. The way you described his actions, his mannerisms… it was perfect.

I have nothing but undying love for the way you not only set a scene, but put is right into reader's mind with just a phrase. The "his proximity somehow making him more physical, dimensional" did a number on me and I can't even begin explaining it in an adequate way. All I can say is that it forced me to put myself into reader's perceptive in an almost physical way (like pulling at a memory of sitting next to someone who felt larger than life at the time). Same once in the safe house, the way you describe it at first, how you convey that feeling of isolation and emptiness. And later on, how that shifts into a more crowded situation, if you will.

I love how quick reader is to make assumptions in her mind and just go with it. We all have moments like that and having a reader that does that as well was fun. Also, idk how to explain this, but you made it believable? The way in which you introduced reader's reasoning and train of thought made it perfectly clear how she got from one point to the other, even if we obviously knew she was wrong about it.

On the topic of reader. I loved how every single interaction between and Bakugo went, but I specially loved every time she snapped. XD You have a gift when it comes to writing outbursts and I love it every time. And again, I love how you show it over and over until it boils over into walking out and breaking safe house rules. You make the whole "so pissed she risked her life" angle make sense. It feels natural and I just love it.

AND WHILE I AM AT THINGS THAT FELT NATURAL. The amount of staring and noticing and thirsting. Also one of my fave things about your readers. I want to believe I'd be a civilized person around someone this fucking pretty, but I know a part of my monkey brain would be behaving exactly like this. And I love it. Yes, may fucking hate him right now, but look at those arms.

As usual, I love your Bakugo. I like this rougher version of him you've written this time. This version of him that is more than just a little shit. He's a raging asshole when he's introduced, too preoccupied with the shit inside his own head. Too angry at the person he used to be to sit down and listen. Loved the way Jeanist handles him too. Once in the safe house I love how he doesn't bother to play nice, he's here to complete his assignment and his assignment does not include being nice. I love how he cooks for himself and fuck anyone else. He's perfectly capable of maintaining week long silences (and I loved that reader was the same). I love that the thing that sets him off is the microwave potato. sdalk;lsdkadas THE VERY SLIGHT BUT VERY OBVIOUS SHIFT IN HIS BEHAVIOR AFTER THE ATTACK. The slightly softer yet still rough and brash Bakugo that we love. The way his actions make it clear just what kind of tension had been building and the way he just loves to make it worse. asjdlaksjdasd;;; sorry no longer coherent, moving on---

In short - I loved it, Andie. It's one of those stories that take you into a trip and it's over you're like "I WANNA GO AGAIN". This goes straight into the S-Tier pile, right alongside savvy, statistically significant and cover shot. I know I'm gonna be rereading this many times to come.

Thanks for sharing such a great, funny & hot story, Andie. Loved every word of it. ♥

Tiph omg TIPH!!!!!!! I am smiling so hard right now LMAO I feel like my crush just asked me out or my boyfriend just proposed or like, I just won the super bowl or something LOL.

Your message by itself literally is enough to make me feel like it was all worth it to write this fic. 🥺🥺🥺 I am so so so happy you finally got to read it, and am so so so beyond thrilled that you loved it.

I feel like I learned so much while I wrote incendiary, and I'm so happy it sounds like some of it shone through for you!!! I think this Reader is my least reliable narrator yet and I had so much fun working on her. Like, she's always had to make snap judgments about people & situations to keep herself safe, and so it manifests immediately with Bakugou, and of course he doesn't help himself any by being an uncommunciative little fiend. But of course meanwhile there is this physical tension between them, and so she reads it as anger instead of all the other underlying things it is between them, and it builds and makes the situation worse.

It's only when Bakugou of all people draws on the mindfulness that we've seen him trending towards in canon as of late that they're able to come together as a team and use the combined power of their anger to combat the unjustice that they both once stood on different sides of. 😌

Anyway you have made me so happy with how you picked out all of the things I hoped I would work!! And that you love the social media memes as much as I do lmfao. I think they go such a long way in drawing humor into the situation and it's always interesting to think of how other people would perceive and react to something of yours if it ever went public.

I am kissing you directly on the mouth, Tiph. You continue to be one of the kindest, most supportive, most incredible people in this fandom!!!! And you have literally made me so happy I have to zoom around my house now lol. Love you.🥺🥺🥺

#ask andie