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antihibikase-archive · 10 months
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Nuvemini Gang! From left to right; Hilly, Beebles, Cheri, and Lil’ Hil!
Hilda Weiss - She doesn’t attend the same daycare as the other three- in fact, she doesn’t attend daycare at all! Her dad is so busy with his work, he leaves her under the care of auntie Fennel, who takes her around laboratories and facilities.. she’s learned to use battle simulators at a young age, and probably knows some advanced maths too! She dislikes auntie Fennel’s colleague, Dr. Colress.
Bianca Alabaster - Little Beebee is the starlet of the daycare! She’s a little princess wherever she goes.. which she hates, because all she wants to do is play with her best friends in the dirt. Has the cutest clothes thanks to her cousins in Kalos, but she wants nothing more than to be a cool archaeologist like Miss Lenora from Nacrene City! To kickstart her career, she collects pretty rocks and flowers she finds.
Cheri Slater - The smallest and youngest of their group, born only a few days before the year ends. Little Cheri is very quiet and terribly lonely because their family is often busy- but when they do visit, they’re quite doting! Little Cheri’s uniform is an old variation of the preschool uniform which belonged to their older brother, who is an ace trainer that specializes in dark types. Loves singing and talking to the sea!
Hilbert Blackburn - An honest child who can tell no lies- it pains him to do so, apparently. He dreams of becoming a cool trainer and traveling with his beloved friends around the region, and maybe even the world! He thinks Champion Alder and Mayor Drayden of Opelucid are the coolest guys ever, and aspires to be just like them. When Bianca isn’t playing dress up with Cheri, he insists on playing Pokemon battles!
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citrongarde · 10 months
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OH, I DIDN'T SEE THAT YOU SPECIFIED BW IN THAT POST OOPS. how do you characterize lenora and the striaton brothers in the neelaverse?
YAY lenora in neelaverse is VERY VERY much an archaeologist and she runs nacrene city's museum but also! also she has HUGE ms frizzle wacky history teacher vibes. she's a mentor figure to both bianca (who learns a whole lot about unova's history from her) and cheren (who visits the nacrene gym a LOT post-bw because he finds it calming, she also passes on the title of gym leader to cheren later on)! she's also (like in canon) friends with burgh..........ive actually drawn neelaverse lenora not that long ago! i should draw her again....
ALRIGHT ONTO THE STRIATRIPLETS. theyre like 15 in neelaverse bw, hardly older than the nuvema gang. personality-wise theyre sorta how they are in games canon (cilan is sorta meek, chili is hot-headed and cress is elegant) BUT with some elements from the anime incorporated in as well!!! specifically the connoisseur stuff! bc it's my canon and i get to incorporate parts from the anime into it. cilan is normally soft-spoken but he gets really excited and passionate when it comes to evaluating pokemon. ALSO from the anime wrt the striatriplets is how they all use hand positions that look like rock-paper-scissors....ALSO ALSO more things about them. they get into more arguments than you'd initially think with each other. i mean COME ON theyre 15 yr old sibling guys of course theyre fighting over stupid shit like who's gonna eat the last donut. at the start of his journey hilbert had a bit of a crush on cilan (not that he'd admit it though LMAO) and hilda never lets him live this down like. "YEAH LMAO YOUR TYPE IS NERD GUYS" "SHUT UP HILDA!!!!!".
cheren also ends up going on at least one date each with the individual striatriplets (sorry for calling them that all the time i just think it's funny) at different points post-bw and it turns into a stupid fucking competition between the triplets to see which one of them is the Best at Dating This Loser Guy. cheren and cilan are nerd/nerd solidarity but theyre also so so nervous all of the time so they hardly talk about anything and they go out for a solid 2 weeks before the world's most polite breakup. cheren and chili is definitely the shortest-lived relationship out of the three bc they talked for one day and they couldn't really click on anything (also chili is the one tht battled him and lost so there's already some animosity there from both of em lmao) but theyre still friends. cress and cheren's relationship is the longest but also the most insane because theyre playing fourth dimensional mind chess with each other all the time. theyve both got this weird pretentious front and their superiority complexes that theyre trying to keep up around each other AND theyve got ulterior motives for going out with each other so it's like. cheren's only dating cress to fill the void that hilbert left but cress is also only dating cheren so he can one-up his brothers at something and have bragging rights AND both of them acknowledge that their relationship is built on not genuine romantic interest (except they do kinda think the other is genuinely cute lmao) and they keep going out anyway. not fake dating not not fake dating but a secret third thing. every conversation they have is like the "have you heard of canterella? what a coincidence. i put poison in your tea" scene from utena. cress your boyfriend (who is also your brother's ex) is WEIRDING EVERYONE OUT. they stop ""dating"" after three months but theyre still unbearably weird around each other like "hello cress :)" "good to see you again cheren :)" "lovely weather isn't it? :)" "indeed :)" to the point where everyone thinks they must secretly hate each other but no they enjoy each other's company theyre just playing one of their weird little "we both know what's going on" games. death note behaviour. the he/theys are fighting(?)
that got a little long sorry X_X but i hope it's alright! also in retrospect im realizing i actually talked abt cheren way too much here X_X
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pkmnfankids · 4 months
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Fankidtober Day 9: Veronica (Lenora/Hawes)
She’s an archaeologist who loves to go out into the world to explore the mysteries of Unova’s past. She eventually goes on to take over the Nacrene City Gym, specializing in Rock types.
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sillyguyhotline · 3 years
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Prompt: Sara, having voted for Shin to die, in the classroom (or lab?) taking Joe's dog keychain
“Alright, it looks like this room is all clear,” Sara spoke up, just loud enough to alert the two allies who were trailing behind her. Ranmaru, bandaged hands shoved lazily into his pockets, gave a quick nod, and Keiji scratched his neck in assent. 
She moved down the hallway, still rather cautious as to what traps could be sprung at a moment’s notice, finger poised carefully on the map. She couldn’t quite discern what kind of room was up ahead, and that only heightened her anxiety about what she was about to face… but nevertheless, she stepped a steady foot into the room.
Sitting before her was a painfully familiar sight, dredging up memories that, in any other circumstances, could have been fond. It was her old math classroom, without a doubt, the one she’d spent years sitting in with Joe sitting right beside her. She’d resented it once, because Ryoko wasn’t in the class with her and she was seated next to the most painfully cheerful person in their grade. 
Oh, how she’d feared receiving endless mockery from Joe or her other classmates; after all, Joe was so peppy, so lovely, and she’d spent her school years stewing quietly in the corner of the room. 
It felt silly to look back at those fears now, after how long Joe had been her best friend and after how many secrets and wonderful moments she’d entrusted him with. 
It felt even sillier to look back on those regrets now that he was gone. She’d been so sure that she would have all the time in the world to make amends for those fears of him, that she’d have all the time in the world to shake him awake when he dozed off in math class or to fall asleep on the school rooftop during lunch as he kept a watchful eye on her, knowing how badly she needed that sleep. 
Sara had been a very future-focused person, a stark contrast from her cheerful best friend, but he’d often shattered her intricate plans for university with his own proposals for how they’d live life after high school. Karaoke and doner kebabs every day, he’d suggest, or they could volunteer at the animal shelter.
“Imagine how much free time we’ll have when we’ve graduated,” Joe would daydream at lunch. “And we’ll have money, too! We can do whatever the hell we want, all day long, and nobody’s gonna be there to stop us.”
“You know, we’ll have to get a job in order to have money,” Sara would always counter, looking forward to the way his face would crinkle with disappointment at that response.
“Not necessarily,” Joe would say back, overdramatically raising his finger. “We could get a job play-testing things at the arcade and then we could spend our days doing that.”
Sara would roll her eyes and flick a chip crumb at him, and then the two of them would devolve into raucous laughter that couldn’t help but attract stares from their classmates. They’d taken the future so lightly, always believing that the only things laying ahead of them were university and work and retirement. They’d never once imagined a future that didn’t have the other in it. 
But, Sara realized as she stood paralyzed on the threshold of this relic from a past she’d never be able to return to, some futures simply aren’t meant to be. 
Had Joe come to that realization at any point, or had he died with peace in his heart? She couldn’t help but hope for the latter.
“Sara? You doin’ alright?” Keiji’s voice pierced through the room, and she glanced over her should to find him fixing her with a very concerned stare. She knew exactly what he was thinking, knew that it had probably taken him a mere glance around the room to realize what thoughts it was meant to bring. 
“Yeah, I’m fine.” She gave a confident nod, as much for her own sake as his, and stepped into the room. There was moonlight twinkling through the windows, almost a carbon copy of how the classroom had looked when she’d woken in it the night of the kidnapping. She’d always thought the school had looked a little odd in the darkness, a little too cold and empty for her tastes. Now, though, with the pang of loss still stinging through her brain, it seemed even colder and more unforgiving. 
She stepped carefully through the room, fingers gliding over each desk as she walked past, trying to memorize the sensation of the grooves of wood against her hands. Slowly, carefully, she approached her desk... and found that there was a bookbag neatly perched in the seat right behind hers.
His seat, his bookbag. 
“Hey, uh, you want me to check that out for you?” Ranmaru was quick to step forward and make the offer, face creased with worry. How much had he been told about the events of the game? Had he seen the portrait of the bloody boy in the same uniform as Sara’s and put two and two together? 
Sara hesitated, then… “yeah, go ahead.” 
Ranmaru nodded solemnly, then reached into the bag and rummaged around in it before pulling out a very familiar object. “What’s this? Some sort of… dog keychain?”
It was remarkable how different it felt to see the keychain without the plague of hallucinations constantly weighing on Sara’s shoulders. No more bloody apparitions stirring in Sara’s subconscious, no more nauseating guilt threatening to spill out. Just a heavy ache in her heart at the sight of all that was left of her best friend.
“Did this… did this belong to that Joe guy or somethin’?” Ranmaru gripped at the keychain a little tighter, turning it around in his hand to examine it, and there was a clench at Sara’s heart.
“Give me that, Ranmaru.” Keiji’s voice came out cold. “Sara, don’t look at it.”
“No… no, it’s fine.” Could they hear how raw her voice was? “I don’t have to deal with the hallucinations anymore. It’s alright.” 
The other two of her allies fell deadly silent, and she could only pray that they would listen to her. It was true that the real keychain was still nestled snugly in her pocket, close to her heart where nobody could ever hope to hurt him again… but this was Joe. Copy or not, she’d grown fond of seeing that keychain in Joe’s pocket, knowing that it was a symbol of all his affection for her.
He couldn’t carry the keychain to graduation anymore. It had fallen into the timeless garbage pile of shattered promises and futures that would never come to be. But she would do her best to make sure that she kept his promise alive, even if he couldn’t.
“Ranmaru… please give that to me. It’s very… very special to me.”
Hesitantly, Ranmaru handed the keychain over, and she was swift to pocket it. Perhaps she’d be able to give one to Ryoko, as cheap as it would seem, and they’d both be able to cherish their own individual remnants of their extinguished sunshine. 
“Can… can you guys leave the room for a bit? I know there’s more to explore, but… can I have a few minutes alone?” Her eyes were still fixated on the carefully-carved wood of the desk, refusing to meet theirs.
After a long, weighty pause, Keiji spoke up. “...Alright. But call out for help if anything happens. And don’t take too long. We still need to catch Midori, alright?”
“Alright.” 
She waited with bated breath until their solid, clicking footsteps faded away and the door fell shut behind them… and sat down at her desk. 
The silence of the room consumed her, broken only by the gentle whistle of automated wind pushing against the windows. They were far too underground, surely, for the night sky to be authentic, but even the quiet ambiance brought its own flavor of peace. Even in her own quiet solitude, she felt foolish tracing her fingers over the wood of the desk, wishing so stupidly that he might be there to listen to her. 
“Hey, Joe,” she spoke up quietly. “I know… I promised I wouldn’t cry over you. I know you’ve never liked to see me cry, I know it makes you miserable… I’m sorry. I hope, wherever you are, if you can even hear me right now, I haven’t made you miserable. I certainly hope you aren’t punching yourself.” She let out a quiet, heavy laugh. 
Oh, the burden was too much to bear, and she quickly reached for the dog keychain, the one she knew was real, the one snugly nestled up to her heart. She gazed into the beady eyes glinting in the moonlight, trying to reclaim her courage… and saw only his smile in that plastic one. 
Joe’s dopey, foolish smile, the smile that was such a perfect brand of stupid that only he’d managed to master it. The smile he’d given her whenever he’d told a good joke that managed to make her laugh, or when something genuinely good happened and he was practically bursting with joy in anticipation of telling her. 
She hated that the last time she’d seen that smile, it was bloodstained and heavy with exhaustion.
It was so foolish, that out of all of the things that could possibly still haunt her, his smile had done the trick. The clatter of the hairpin on the floor, the way she’d spun hoping upon hoping that maybe he was still alive, maybe she could salvage him and they could go home alive and happy… only to be greeted with that dumb, beautiful smile. Drained of life, eyes dull with the promise of death, mouth dripping blood, he’d beamed up at her with such happiness pushing against the pain… and then she’d watched him die, still smiling.
Stupid, stupid Joe Tazuna, who could smile even in the face of death if only so his best friend wouldn’t cry.
And she’d failed him.
She’d taken the hairpin, though, even blinded by tears and grief. It was just a bobby pin, one of the many he’d use to keep his hair up all day. She couldn’t begin to recount the amount of times she’d slept over at his house and watched him style his hair with gel and pins, grinning when he’d catch her eye in the mirror and wink at her. He’d always offered to style her hair, but she’d always refused, joking that she didn’t want her hair to look like his and giggling when he gasped in mock offense.
Now, though, her motions were slow as she closed her eyes and reached her hands up towards her head. Carefully, tenderly, she slipped the hairpin into her hair, tightly securing her braid. She could almost fool herself into thinking he was the one sitting behind her, doing her hair with such care and precision. 
“I miss you so much, Joe,” she said, eyes closed. “God, I miss you more than I’ve missed anything in the world. I’m so sorry I couldn’t get us out alive. I know… wherever you are, you’re probably happier. I guess this was just never meant to be, huh?” Her voice broke. “It hurts to sit here and know you’re not sitting behind me, to know you’re never gonna sit behind me again. I know you’re gone, and I know I shouldn’t be crying over me, I should be smiling so you’re happy.”
She wiped her tears away with her sleeve, staining it a darker blue. “We’ve broken so many promises, haven’t we? But… I’m going to get out alive, and I’m going to tell Ryoko what happened, and I’m going to carry this keychain to graduation. That’s one promise I refuse to break.”
The tears took over, then, but as she cried the room grew a little warmer. For a fleeting second, there was the phantom weight of a warm, bangle-wearing hand on her shoulder. As she stood up, though, it dissolved, leaving only the whisper of her words behind and the vague echos of affection in her ears. 
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I'm back in Unova! It feels good to be home, and with friends. How is your family doing? Enjoying your trip?
Family and I are doing well, we are enjoying the scenery in Lental and seeing all the different Pokemon. Sometimes I worry for Amy's safety when she's out there taking photos, and I'm always relieved when she comes back. Hope everything is well over there in Unova
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professor-vanad · 3 years
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On second thought, yes, I'd appreciate your offer. Know any places up here that are good?
Eh, it’s been a while since I’ve been out to Circhester. I was kinda hoping you had a favourite place. You can just tell me what you want. There’s gotta be at least one chipper around.
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Stay strong, Usami!
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tastesoftamriel · 3 years
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After learning more about Tiber Septim, I decided that I couldn't possibly follow someone who did what he did to poor Barenziah and committed heinous acts of war for the sake of conquest. As such, my patron Divine is now Dibella, who's definitely not war-like, though my main loyalty lies with Nocturnal. ~Talviel
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Merry Christmas! What does Basque cheese taste like? How do you exchanges presents on Christmas?
Kaixo ta Eguberri On!
We usually give the presents on Christmas morning, some other people leave them under the tree on Christmas Eve night and open them at 00.00. There’s no special rite or tradition regarding presents-giving if that’s what you were asking ^_^.
Regarding cheese! There are 4 kinds of Basque cheese:
Idiazabal: the most famous one, made of Latxa sheep milk. Can be smoked - our favourite - or not.
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Urdina: it’s a soft, creamy cheese with an intense flavour.
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Erronkari: also made of sheep milk, it’s consumed more aged than Idiazabal, which makes it scaly, with a very intense smell and flavour, some cheeses even get a little tangy in the mouth.
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Ossau-Iraty: also our favourites, they’re also made with sheep milk and have quite a thick rind and a very complex flavour, it reminds of hazelnuts sometimes.
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pokemonfossillab · 3 years
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Hey! How are you and your team?
We are all doing well! (Though it is very cold.) Fortunately for this trip to Galar I got permission to bring Blitz, so he’s not stuck back at the lab without us.
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mannatea · 3 years
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Hi. I used to follow your old blog on a different account. Hope you're doing well. Do you have any tips on thinking up stories that are *not* dark and depressing due to subject material? The last story I was working on I had to quit because the backstory I was developing for my passive male character was super depressing. At times I enjoyed researching it, though what won out was the thought I was wasting my time looking into angsty things for something I wasn't even planning to publish. Now I want to write something a little happier. But I have the most experience in writing angst and cringe comedy 😅 thanks for any help you can give. Stay safe out there!
By the way, good on you for dropping that manga you used to follow. I was happy most of the characters lived, but other than that, it felt "meh" to me (granted, I didn't read all the way from the beginning). The author was probably going for a "people will always be fighting each other" theme, but some of the imagery of what happened after a time skip could definitely be taken as pro-fascist. And I was disappointed the protagonist basically said he wanted to bring about destruction! I'm glad I didn't spend any money to read it.
Wow, hi! I’m doing all right, thanks for asking. I hope you’re doing all right, too. :)
As far as “that manga” goes, I’ve kept tabs on it. I’ve been on the fringes for the last two-ish years; I dedicated something like four real life years to that fandom and mostly had a good time while I was there (made some friends I hope to keep for life), so it was one of those situations where I just had to find out how it ended. I realized at some point that I was in a very negative space in the fandom, and felt it was better to publicly drop the series and the blog associated with all of my meta/discussion than to play in what had become a toxic pool for me. I didn’t really want to drop the account after my time there, but I couldn’t have dealt with the nonstop questions/messages/etc that would have piled in over the years, and eh, when you’re done you’re done. I criticize Hallmark television for fun, now, instead. It’s a lot less stressful! And literally nothing is That Deep so there’s very few delusions, at least on the Tumblr side of things. (Reddit, however, is insane, but I don’t post in the fandom there.)
As far as writing advice goes, I am going to apologize in advance for muddled thoughts. I just got out of work and have been staring at numbers all day, so it’s hard for me to think lmaoo.
In my opinion, any sort of character or personality type/flaw/whatever could have developed via a negative OR positive influence/catalyst, so that’s something to consider. I also think people tend to reach for “sad” or “traumatic” pasts either as a way to cope with their own issues/pasts/whatevers, or because it’s the “easy explanation” for why a character is the way they are.
If you WANT to write things a certain way, it’s sometimes a matter of changing the lens through which you’re viewing life, the story, the characters, or character writing in general. This is never easy, especially when you find a genre you feel comfortable in, but it’s always possible. When I was in college and submitted an autobiographical piece (Rot Tooth) for a creative writing final, I received multiple comments from classmates and even the professor that my talent/skill was in writing comedy. COMEDY!!!! I don’t think anyone who has read my writing from the last decade would say that I was a comedy writer. I stopped labeling ‘fics as humor/romance so long ago I can’t even remember when it was. But boom. I had written a comedy piece.
I don’t think I can ignore that most of the comedic elements in Rot Tooth were brought about because humor is one of the ways in which I cope with things, but it was also a very conscious choice I made. I wanted people to be able to engage with the story without being grossed out, without getting bored, without feeling that it was a poor-pathetic-me story, and humor was the classiest way to do it. Here, read this long story that includes journal entries from Ye Olde Livejournal days, but it will make you laugh often enough that the depressing aspects of the story don’t weigh it down too much! It was probably the only way to make the subject matter widely palatable. 
As often as I joke about characters or scenes or moments that “just write themselves” the author does have control. I mostly write fanfiction, so let’s go with examples from that.
I’m (very slowly) working on a ‘fic called Three Years which features a character who, when last seen, was headed off to serve a prison sentence. They haven’t been on the show for three years and thus I assume they have been serving that sentence for the last three years. The story starts when this character is released from prison. They are a woman. This is a historical piece of fiction. Prisons were vile to women and yet...this is fiction. I have a choice. I get to choose. Does she get to start her life off carrying 25 bags of trauma or just 2? It would be unreasonable to expect that someone, especially a woman, who was imprisoned for 3 years in the early 1900s wouldn’t have some issues (at the very least, the isolation would have been awful), but it doesn’t really have to be much worse than that. It doesn’t.
I have the power to choose.
A character has anger issues. Sure, he could have had a traumatic past with an abusive parent who took his anger out on him or his mom or whatever...or maybe it is an inherited personality trait and the parent figure with the problem was never really That Bad about it, but seeing it normalized makes it harder for the character in question to realize it’s a huge problem and part of their character arc is realizing they need to get help, not because they don’t want to be like their dad, and not because they hate their dad, but because they just want to be a better person/they don’t want to let that struggle consume them.
Someone’s sweetheart goes off to war. Guess what? They don’t have to die there to force a traumatic past. They don’t have to come back a raging alcoholic either. Maybe the time apart, and the time fighting a war just puts a natural sort of crack in the relationship by making it clearer to each character what they want in life/what matters to them in their life.
A character is super passionate about their work/hobby. Maybe they have ADHD and it’s a hyperfixation. Maybe they’re autistic and it’s a Special Interest. It doesn’t have to be “their parents ignored them and forced them to be alone all the time and they used this thing to cope so it means everything to them because it’s always been there.”
Maybe you have a character whose greatest fear is losing the people they love. It doesn’t have to be because a pet died in their arms when they were four and it traumatized them. It doesn’t have to be because they only have one person they love in the whole world. It can just be a thing because that’s a valid fear literally anyone can reasonably have, and maybe it’s a bigger deal because they don’t have siblings or aren’t close to many people! (And the “aren’t close to many people” thing doesn’t have to stem from trauma, either. Most busy adults for example who get to choose their friends, are just like that.)
A perfectionist might just have the personality type; it doesn’t mean their parents criticized everything they ever did. A person with three failed marriages might hesitate to fall in love and try again but it doesn’t have to be because those three failed marriages were abusive. A quiet character may just be shy or introverted by nature. 
I think everyone carries some kind of trauma with them, so it’s never unreasonable to have some in a person’s past (you can’t write an ugly character without having to think about the fact that they carry some trauma from what it’s like to grow up ugly), but it doesn’t have to define them. It doesn’t have to overshadow everything else in their past.
You can always ask yourself, “Why am I reaching for angst every time I create a backstory?” Literally everyone has some kind of angst. Most kids were hurt by things said to them in school, for example, or made fun of for some reason. Most people did something extremely embarrassing as a kid and never got over it. There are a thousand little moments in our adult lives that go back to these little points—you might call them the tiny traumas. But they’re not defining. They’re not so heavy they also live in the present. Not all of them.
Why do you reach for the darkest corner? Why not for the light? Or a middle ground?
I encourage people to write basically whatever floats their boat, but it sounds like you’re at a point where you just feel weighed down by that sort of stuff, and that’s not a great way to feel, especially when it discourages you from working on a project entirely.
My final suggestion: look at some of your favorite characters from various types of media. Are they all traumatized? What are their defining characteristics? Black Beauty has some depressing stuff in it, but is ultimately a story with a happy ending. Pride and Prejudice has drama, but nobody’s past is filled with the darkest stuff imaginable. North and South has awful things to consider in it (cotton mills were sooo awful) but the characters are not wildly traumatized people.
What kind of story are you trying to tell? Do the characters need to be traumatized to tell it? Does the story have to be dark to get across the message you want to send? 
Way back in the day, when I was into “that manga” I made an RP blog for a one-off character that nobody gave a damn about. Like, he was so one-off that even back in those days nobody even remembered him having existed. It was sort of a joke RP blog that wasn’t supposed to be serious. The only canon information we had about this character was that he enjoyed drinking. I decided to make him a lighthearted character because the series was pretty dark and I wanted to send people hilarious starters instead of wading through the muck of depression with everyone else’s sad, abused characters. I decided his family was old money and he had a brother. Nothing super traumatizing in his past. Some family issues but not the sort of thing that would haunt anyone. He was not traumatized in his recent past any more than other characters were. Mostly just “a regular guy.” I really loved RPing him. He was fun! The story could get heavy but he didn’t have to be.
Anyway, dive head-first into the dark angst if you want, but if it’s not necessary to tell the story you want to tell, just remember you don’t have to go there. You have the choice.
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ranger-katie · 3 years
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How did you meet your team?
OH HEY THANKS FOR REMINDING ME
I’ll start from the top! Dovepi/Doves was my first party member and my first Pokemon just... overall. She kept coming to eat at my mom’s bird feeder and I just... grew attached to her and she liked me. Hopefully she still does.
Fun fact, I didn’t actually ‘catch’ her until she was my partner for about a year, and that was because she got hurt in a battle. Her Pokeball has a leaf painted on it.
Sosi I met when I was volunteering at the Daycare! She was a frequent visitor who liked messing with the guests, and since I ended up being there most of the time she attached herself to me. She’s proven to be a loyal teammate!
Gem was when I was a junior/trainee Ranger. The short of it was that she was injured from something on Twist, I patched her back up. Next time I went to twist- about a week later- she watched over the party. Kept doing that until she came home with me.
Sitrus... well, my sister sent me his egg. Not as fancy a story. Still love him, though.
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Welcome back! - David
I came back about a month or two ago but thank you! Prep work’s been nuts you know?
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Hi! I hope you're doing ok. Saw your ask over on Tastes of Tamriel. I was wondering if I could ask about her Ash Yam Poutine, as I'm thinking of trying it sometime. It looks fairly straightforward except for the potato baking time - how do the sweet potatoes come out when you bake them for only 20 minutes, in your experience? Any tips you've got for making the dish?
I had to consult with the person who actually does the cooking, sorry for the late response!
We have found that twenty minutes is just a touch too little time in our oven, they’re a wee bit crunchy. I think you just want to take them out after 20, poke them a bit, and if they’re still firm put them back for 5-1o, rinse repeat. From what I have observed that works well.
Also keep in mind these will be sitting in gravy so you might want them firm-er so they don’t fall apart. We’ve done that too.
Also if you have an air fryer, uh, they need way longer than you think they do. We maaaaaaay have ruined a batch. 
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sillyguyhotline · 3 years
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Hey! I found your blog in my recommendations, read your YTTD fic set after the massacre route. I *love* how you conveyed the massive pain of survivor guilt for Sara and Nao after the massacre route. Thanks so much for sharing it with the YTTD fandom :)
!! thank you so much, i’m incredibly flattered you enjoyed my work :D
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'Are there any artefacts in the region you're in?' I ask as I pack yet another box of clay pots UGH
Not that I have seen yet. I apologize my friend.
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