#personal writing catastrophe

[locria-writes]

"excuse me, i have a personality disorder so appreciate my tiddies" gang:

edmund, except he's actually really well-adjusted and has just been gaslit into thinking he has something wrong with him :c

val

lothar

scumbag tuko'er

launcelin, except he doesn't want you to appreciate his tiddies, and better yet, please don't look at him at all and leave him be

symphora, my poor little meow meow who actually really does have a personality disorder and should use some of her trust fund money to get therapy like g i r l you can afford it and therapists exist please use them

regulus, who also wants you to appreciate his ass and his horrible personality and really should also go to therapy because something ain't right with that boy

#an absinthian ballad #king of kings #a broken ever after #personal writing catastrophe #aab edmund #aab valentin #aab lothar #kok tuko'er #abea launcelin #out of all these mfs i'd say edmund and maybe val are the most normal lol #everyone else has smth i suspect to be genuinely wrong with them like how do i even begin to unpack lothar and tuko and launcelin #tbf tho vezian should be here except he doesn't think there's anything wrong with him lol #he lacks the self-reflection that some of these horrible people have like tuko knows he's a bad person #symphora is a mess and acknowledges and continues to be a mess while calling regulus a mess who also knows they're messy #vezian thinks he's the coolest thing since the printing press smh

[thermodynamic-comedian]

WHY AM I HAVING SO MANY. FEELINGS. AND THOUGHTS. ABOUT NOT!THEM.

#this is catastrophic this is awful . i have to write something about it immediately #ITS A MONSTER NOT A PERSON YOU CANT BLAME A MONSTER FOR WHAT IT IS. #my beloved wretched thing... #tma #the magnus archives

[russenoire]

in response to this post:

ONE-sensei is a bit of a troll, not gonna lie.

but... i actually like this ending, at least for comedy's sake. the stark juxtaposition of

'boy gets hit by a truck and his unexamined jungian shadow self flattens a city before he finally makes peace with it'

with

'and everything was just fine six months later'

is funnier than spelling out exactly how we get from point A to point B, because we KNOW — as the audience — that it wasn't 'just fine'. after everything we saw, how could it be?

subverted expectations underpin a lot of comedy, even dark comedy, especially absurdist comedy. MP100 is practically built on both. this story wrings a lot of humor out of sad, if not tragic, situations: witness shigeo's 'who told you you could pass out?!' after his home has been reduced to kindling. or ritsu's admission that he only recently stopped crying himself to sleep at night over his inability to bend spoons like his big brother. while he's letting shigeo know just how much he supposedly hates him in that alley.

not expanding upon the real-life consequences of said city-flattening is funny precisely because dropping 'i wrecked my hometown after nearly dying in a car accident on the way to ask out my crush when i was a teenager' in a conversation and just... leaving it there? would be fucking horrifying in real life. here, in the elastic magical-realist context of MP100, it's more darkly absurd than anything else...

more to your point, OP: in this particular series, ONE-sensei tells so much of this story by implication. the answers to some of your questions are in the text, only... alluded to.

this might get long. bear with me:

the fact that joseph from the government exists? and that he's an esper working in secret? implies that the knowledge of destructive espers might need to be concealed from the public at large, perhaps to prevent wide-scale panic or ostracism of espers themselves. i doubt the government was forthright with its citizens about the confession arc disaster or the actual cause, for the same reasons.

that suzuki's broadcast-hijacking world domination announcement is met with public disdain and ridicule, especially over social media? outside of our cast, no one actually takes his threat seriously until it happens. reigen's trash-talking claw's seventh division down to earth also shows how little respect espers who don't make themselves useful to society actually get here. he is, after all, just another member of the public.

that reigen agrees to take on haruaki amakusa as a client after the world domination arc in part because he's worried about losing business? people have begun to move away from seasoning city in the aftermath; whatever the threat amakusa's hyakki present, neutralizing them as soon as possible is best for reigen's continued financial health. i can see even more residents deciding they've had enough and leaving after shigeo's last brush with death. would you stay?

how many people know shigeo is connected to reigen, apart from the people they both know? out of his own inflated and fragile ego, reigen presents himself as a sole proprietor on his website; it doesn't seem his business or its reputation would be directly affected at all.

and the injuries caused? possible deaths? we get a taste: early on in chapter 100, several people are trapped and unable to move in a 地盤沈下 (jibánchinka, literally: 'land subsidence', which can apply to a sinkhole, a landslide...) shigeo has left in his wake. we only find out because a cop is being briefed on this and its cause while trying to detain the suspect for questioning.

but like all other bodily harm caused in this story, we aren't treated to the fallout. did the elderly ishiguro survive shou plowing him into the earth? did miyagawa die after teruki flipped his barrier onto him and broiled him in his own flames? did those high school bully boys live after shigeo cracked their heads open on the pavement like eggs? like, these are good questions. (i'm inclined to believe that all these people died, but many would call me harsh for saying that about an otherwise kind story. we never see them again, either way.)

shigeo actually has a healing factor of sorts; his jungian shadow self keeps plucking him from death's arms. we have no way of knowing if this is true for anyone else, because that isn't the story ONE wanted to tell. if nothing else, the mangaka's lack of desire to engage with this question of lethal consequences is at least consistent across MP100.

any questions that aren't answered either directly or that can't be answered by easy extrapolation can foster continued engagement with the material.

for example: we don't know what shigeo's parents think about much of anything in this story, besides how little they expect from him and how ritsu sets a standard they feel shigeo should live up to. this boy goes through hell multiple times and is never shown to confide in either of his parents about it, instead suffering in silence for some time until he finds someone he feels safe enough to talk to. all this gives me the distinct impression that shigeo just isn't that close to his mother or his father. i can understand why. it's actually kind of sad, even as readers' frustrated expectations of real-life parental involvement with — and confusion over — his and his brother's shenanigans also generate some dark humor.

this also establishes a precedent: since we never check in with them, by the time the confession arc rolls around, their opinion hardly matters. (but i'm sure someone has written a fic fleshing that out! i'm somewhat curious myself.)

#mob psycho #mob psycho 100 #mp100 #mp100 meta #shigeo kageyama #mp100 manga spoilers #confession arc #dramedy #magical realism #image description in alt #jungian shadow: the anime #ONE is a bit of a troll LOL #i like this ending though #you can fill in the blanks yourself #i feel like the absurdity of the entire situation is more apparent on the page #shigeo is an unreliable narrator #admittedly humor is subjective #one person's 'reducing the aftermath of a psychic catastrophe to a Noodle Incident is funny' #is another person's 'this is just lazy writing' #kageyama shigeo #分析

[dear-diary-of-disaster]

I was in the winter of my life, and the men I met along the road were my only summer.

At night I fell asleep with visions of myself, dancing and laughing and crying with them.

I once had dreams of becoming a beautiful poet, but upon an unfortunate series of events saw those dreams dashed and divided like a million stars in the night sky that I wished on over and over again, sparkling and broken.

But I didn't really mind because I knew that it takes getting everything you ever wanted, and then losing it to know what true freedom is.

When the people I used to know found out what I had been doing, how I'd been living, they asked me "Why?", but there's no use in talking to people who have home.

They have no idea what it's like to seek safety in other people, for home to be wherever you lay your head.

I was always an unusual girl.

My mother told me I had a chameleon soul, no moral compass pointing due north, no fixed personality; just an inner indecisiveness that was as wide and as wavering as the ocean.

And if I said I didn't plan for it to turn out this way I'd be lying.

Because I was born to be the other woman.

Who belonged to no one, who belonged to everyone.

Who had nothing, who wanted everything, with a fire for every experience and an obsession for freedom that terrified me to the point that I couldn't even talk about it, and pushed me to a nomadic point of madness that both dazzled and dizzied me.

Every night I used to pray that I'd find my people, and finally I did on the open road.

We had nothing to lose, nothing to gain, nothing we desired anymore, except to make our lives into a work of art.

⸻ Ninya Tonkin a.k.a. "Ivy"• 24, bold & blonde walking Chaos, Callgirl by choice and always in the mood for some trouble.

{Ooc: Novelist, open for plotting, texts in german, FSK 21, On/Off character since 2011.

© ©

#own character #she her #original character #fakevz #profile #pretty fucked up- but still good looking》 appearance #confessions of a callgirl #thriving on chaos》 lifestyle #I have a happy personality with a heavy soul》 mindfuck #Designer of my own catastrophe》 writings #blond and bold 》 aesthetics #existing on my own damn terms {ooc talk #catch me if you can《 past. #userfakevz

[drinkingdeadpeopletea]

oh so the highest light is for SURE getting destroyed or at the very least endangered huh,

#like the foreshadowing of this has been around for a WHILE (that one appendix about catastrophes i'm looking at you) #but now you're going out of your way to show me the normal-person's-eye-view of normal people living their normal lives? #having tzila specifically reminisce about the things she DID love about living here? showing me this cute rat and these beautiful #birds and this cool train? grimacing emoji......... #that's exactly what I'D be doing if i was about to write a catastrophe that i wanted the audience to feel tense and conflicted about. #awesome stuff. #midst #midst podcast #midst spoilers #midst podcast spoilers

[randomnameless]

Fort Merceus was built back when the Empire was only about the size of Hresvelg territory. They constructed the massive military base in order to subdue other clans in the area. After that, it ended up serving as the guardian of the Imperial capital, and kept getting updated and expanded. The rest is history.

From a Nopes Adrestian NPC

Which means

(graphic design is not my passion)

Between -41 and 0, we know Enbarr existed, but Willy Hresvelg was a Lord/the Lord of Enbarr.

Jury's out on what Enbarr encompassed - if it was just a city or a city + provinces, but in 0, Adrestia is founded with Enbarr as its capital, officially due to the presence of Seiros, but if it was Willy's domain/city to begin with, I can see why they picked it as the capital of the Empire.

Was it at that point that Enbarrian territory stopped being "Enbarr Provinces" and started to become "Hresvelg Territory" or it happened earlier (Willy conquering neighbour provinces before become Emperor, for Enbarr, but ultimately for him/the Hresvelg house?), or did the "Hresvelg Territory" encompass the conquests, between 0 and 32 of the most southern parts of what is now Adrestia, Boramas, Rusalka, etc, with the river with Aegir being a kind of natural border?

32 : Willy wants to unify the world

It'd make sense to have Merceus built around that time, both to protect what was already Adrestian/Enbarrian/belonged to the Hresvelg, and to have a base of operations closer to the new "lands to be conquered" than Enbarr.

Someone on Redshit made a detailed map thanks to Nopes's informations (and some guessing) and placed Fort Merceus here :

At the exit of the sort of "canyon" that is identified as "Merceus" in the general map, near the source of a river (there is a fork thing). It's kind of a strategical point, given how any army, to reach Enbarr, would have to cross the "Merceus canyon", because east of that canyon there is the Aegir River, and west of said canyon there are some mountains.

46 : Battle of Gronder 1

Things were going well for Adrestia between around 32 and 46, if they were able to reach Gronder in 46.

Sure, compared to the fast war that happens in the game, you'd have to wonder why the fuck did they take 14 years to reach Gronder, but it kinds of make sense with the idea of Adrestia building its strength slowly to ultimately be strong enough to challenge Nemesis, or the Empire wanted to make sure the newly conquered provinces were "correctly Adrestianised" before pushing forward, so they wouldn't rebel and stab Willy in the back or turn against a defenseless Enbarr if the main army is fighting up north?

Myrrdin

Ignatz notes how the Bridge of Myrddin was made during the War of Heroes - it has the same strategical value as Fort Merceus, making a fort in the only chokepoint (mountains on one side and huge river on the other) both to protect what is already Adrestianised, and to have a new base of operations.

91 Tailtean 1 : Rhea turns Nemesis in a pincushion

Between Gronder - which more or less took 14 years to reach from Merceus to Tailtean, the Adrestian army either accelerated their pace, or stopped taking a crap lot of time to "pacify/Adrestianise" the newly conquered provinces, given how in 45 years they managed to cross the Alliance and a large part of what is now Faerghus.

However, given how in 98 it is said the Empire is in control of "most" of Fodlan, I suppose they also spent time "conquering/Adrestianise" the Eastern parts of the continent, like Eastern Adrestia and Eastern Faerghus, because I sure as hell don't see Willy+Lycaon+Seiros rushing to Tailtean if half of Fodlan is still siding with Nemesis, and "pacifying/conquering" this half in the 7 years following Nemesis's defeat.

(and given how this other half encompasses Rhodos, where Cichol lived and how Seiros met him and his family there per Flayn's support, either she went like a ninja to meet them, or it was "safe enough" for her to walk from Enbarr to Rhodos - or Seiros the Warrior, just after Zanado, first went to Rhodos before going to Enbarr?)

Tl; dr : Adrestia started slowly, at least until the new Empire reached Myrrdin. Willy Seiros built forts in strategical positions/chokepoints to protect what was already Imperial Land, and also to have new bases of operation as the army moved up north.

However, we don't have any clues or info about forts and bases being built post Myrrdin (which can only have been built post 46), so it can be assumed post 46, when the Adrestian Army started to fight the Elites and their allied clans, they didn't have the same motivation anymore, even if taking roughly 50 years to reach the Tailtean Plains, given how fast the war happens in the Fodlan games, either means they were all foot units and had a crap mov stat back then, or the Adrestian Conquests of back then weren't just "kill the leader and move forward" like we see in Tru Piss (and Supreme Bullshit?) but might have been something closer to "kill the leader, bring enough 'order' to the newly conquered lands and Adrestianise them so they won't rebel, maybe let Seiros do her thing with her church stuff, ask people around if they know about "golden weapons", and then move forward".

It's all conjecture, of course, given how we don't have enough intel, but with the presence of those forts and the abnormaly long time it took for the Adrestian Army to conquer Fodlan and deck Nemesis, even if he and his Elites put up a fight with the help of Mole People, I can't really explain nor understand why it took around 65 years for Willy to conquer Fodlan.

In comparison, Supreme Leader "only" takes 5 years in FE16 (and that's only because she was "very sad uwu" when Billy fell in a ravine in Tru Piss), but Nopes shows how starting the War of Unification when her home base/state isn't "orderly" enough bites her, in Nopes Aegir Sr who wasn't "dealt with" rebels and we have bits of pseudo civil wars (even if it's always subdued thanks to the Supreme rule of thumb regarding the Fodlan games), in AG she ultimately becomes Supreme Puppet because dealing with evil lizard lady was more important than making sure Uncle'n'pals were "dealt with", which also happens in Supreme Bullshit.

So, in a way, Supreme Leader conquered Fodlan way faster than her stupid ancestor did (5 years vs 60) but she had to face opposition and rebellions within her own forces, let it be by people she deposed and called a day (Aegir Sr) or her embarassing allies - she either "deals" with them after the Conquest, or forgets to deal with them and it destroys Adrestia (AG) or is another surprise force she has to fight against (but ultimately succeeds because she has a plot mc guffin siding with her, or an imbecile who does all of the heavy work for her).

#war of heroes stuff #adrestia stuff #pre imperial era #sort of #rather early adrestia #i don't really have any explanation for why willy's conquest took so much time #but i love the tidbits about them building forts #and those forts are still used 1k years later as forts lol #modern AU Rhea can be a heart surgeon or work in construction let it be to build forts to canals or run a charity or can run a school #It's like Barbie and her 44536 jobs #with Ken!Willy just being there #I'd love for something retracing the War of Heroes #of course it will never happen and I don't have enough knowledge to write a fic about it #but it'd be nice #FE16 #3 Nopes #honestly the discourse for those games might be catastrophic #but bar that the fandom is really dedicated like that redshit person made a map #some people compile both audio and written lines to datamine websites #it's super cool and it's a shame the discourse overshadowed everything positive the fans of those games did

[marvelousartcatastrophe]

Chapter nineteen focuses a lot on Nooroo so yes, have fun with that. You can read it on ao3 or wattpad

I ship Dusuu and Nooroo surprise surprise gays

#Dusuu x Nooroo is gonna be my personality now #The next few chapters are going to focus a lot more on Nooroo too but like... not really from his pov as this one was #anyways ya I enjoy writing characters having dreams #... as seen in my actual book Land of Armonia cause I fucking make Amante dream all the time #anyways yes dreaming #miraculous #mlb #art catastrophe #chat noir #ladybug #mlbrewrite #art catastrophe mlb rewrite #mlbredesign #miracle box #art catastrophe miracle box

[locria-writes]

untitled pt. 3.5/?

general notes -- enemy-kun?!?!

last edit -- 06.07/22

Next thing she knew, she was on the ground, ears ringing, head pounding, and confused as hell. She blinked hard a few times, trying to reorient herself when the smell of charred flesh, blood, and gunpowder hit. Then came the screaming.

Symphora glanced around her – the older woman was on the ground, bloodied, but still breathing, and she couldn’t find the soldier on her other side. She didn’t want to think about what could have happened to him.

“Fuck this.” She struggled to her feet, forcing herself to take slow and steady breaths to regain her bearings and take in her own state. As far as she could tell (still somewhat blinded), her limbs were all still attached, and there was nothing that hanging out of her that shouldn’t be, and she didn’t seem to be bleeding from anywhere vital (there’s just a couple of cuts on her face, ignore all the blood, ignore all the blood). “I’m going home…fuck this shit…I can’t deal with this…I quit…I quit...I don’t get paid enough for this…I’m not doing this…”

There were others beginning to stand up too, or at least from what she could make out from the smoke and dust (or at least she thought, her right eye was blinded, hopefully just by blood dripping down). It didn’t feel like that powerful of a blast, but then again, her scales were completely divorced from what the realities of terrestrial (did space colonies count as terrestrial?) weapons. She was more used to dealing with weapons that were meant to take down spacecraft that were hundreds of metres in length.

But of course, things got worse just then, as the screaming became shriller and gunshots rang out. Had she been jinxed in her previous life?

“Are you fucking serious?” She dropped back down to the ground, grimacing as her knees dug into broken glass, and trying not to look at the bottom half of a person next to her. “I’m moving for real this time. This bullshit never happens in Abundantia. I’ll sell my apartment, quit my job, and grow rice or something.”

The gunshots continued, and the more she listened, the more her annoyance grew. It was an automatic gun, the kind that the military used. All things considered, this was probably some sort of terrorist attack, or at least, some kind of anti-Lunar motivated attack. Of course she’d get caught up in it, why wouldn’t she? It wasn’t as though this would be the worst thing that happened to her, not by a long shot.

Noticing the Lunar Fleet uniform on the body next to her, Symphora decided a little corpse desecration was called for, and grabbed the pistol from it, silently apologizing, but not the least but remorseful. What good was a gun going to do for a dead man?

Of course, it probably wouldn’t do her much good, but at least it was something. Sure, she wasn’t the greatest shot; sure, she hadn’t held and fired a gun in nearly two years, and sure, the odds of a pistol against an automatic gun were tragic at best, but if all else fails, she could just shoot herself out of spite. She might not be the most ardent fan of living, but she most certainly was not about to die for anyone else’s stupid causes – just her own.

Slowly and carefully, she began crawling her way to the entrance, growing very much aware that she was approaching gunfire, and the smell of human barbecue grew stronger. Her stomach flipped a bit at first, but it wasn’t a foreign smell at all, one she had tried to forget.

She probably made it a few metres before the main door, keeping close to the walls when the guns began again, this time accompanied by shouting and the sound of people rushing in. Oh god, please don’t let her die in the crossfire, that would just be pathetic. She waited and waited, and after what felt like forever, but she surmised to be maybe less than fifteen minutes in total, the violent chaos died down to a confused chaos, and that probably meant it was safe now, or at least safe enough to sneak out and never look back.

Symphora had it all planned it out – in the confusion of people trying to figure out what happened, finding survivors, et cetera, she would sneak out, act like she was fine, and go to Barsamian to give him a piece of her mind. She kept low, not wanting to attract attention to herself, and hoping for a quick and clean escape from this mess.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

Belatedly, she realized there was a person, probably a man from the sound of his voice, a metre or so in front of her, dressed in the Lunar Fleet uniform, just her luck. She looked up, and seeing the gun pointed down at her made her truly see red (and not just the blood in her poor right eye). “I’m a civilian, you know, just trying get out of this wreck.”

“Oh, I see.”  He spoke in the same tone one would use with a child, which she found terribly unfair because he sounded quite handsome. She didn’t look underage now, did she? “A civilian with a gun, huh?”

“I think the explosion blew it into my hand.” Her mind raced, trying to decide if she should go for broke and shoot this guy before ditching this place, or if playing nice would work. She decided on the latter, placing the gun down and raising her hands in truce.

“Quite the explosion then.” He lowered his gun, probably the first good thing to happen so far.

“Yes, now if you’d excuse me, I’d like to skedaddle on – “

“I’m afraid I can’t let you do that.”

“Are you sure? I mean, I can just walk on out of here no problem, really There are other people here who need help more.”

“Nonsense, you’re in need of medical attention yourself.”

“What, this? It’s fine, I’ll walk it off.”

“No, I insist.”

“No, no, I insist.” Symphora had no idea how she willed herself to stand, nearly vomiting in the process, but getting it done regardless, and damn, was this soldier tall. Maybe she was hurt more than she thought, but still, she wasn’t about to go to a hospital with some Lunar soldier. “I’m fine, see?”

“Uh huh.” He sure didn’t sound like he believed her. “Can you even walk?”

“Of course I can.” Gritting her teeth, she managed a few tentative steps to the side, wanting to circle around the guy, but keep her distance too. “Perfectly…fine…”

It felt like it happened in slow motion – she noticed him raise his gun, aiming it to just above her left shoulder, so naturally, she moved to the right, the logical direction that anyone would have taken, regardless of military training.

But why then, was her right shoulder so hot? She glanced down, staring at the blossoming red stain on her shirt (what a shame, it was her favourite casual blouse), and then looked back at the Lunar soldier who had rushed over.

“You really need medical attention now.”

“Did…did you just…?”

He grabbed her non-injured side, and began to pull her along when the panic truly began to settle in. “No…no…let go…I…I don’t…”

“Miss, you just survived a bomb and a gunshot. I think you need help.”

“But…you…shot me…?” Was she growing hysterical from the stress of all this?

“Of course I didn’t, why would I shoot you?”

“I…I don’t know?”

“Miss, you really should try to calm down and breathe.”

“I am calm…!” She most definitely wasn’t, and she could feel her breaths growing shallower as her panic grew. “You…you shot me…”

“I think you’re mistaken, Miss.” He pulled something out of his pocket, and before she can even question him, he jabbed it into her arm with staggering accuracy, and she just realized it was a syringe..

 “I’m really sorry, Miss, really I am.” If he was so sorry, why did he do it in the first place? “I just really couldn’t think of another way…”

She was used to sedatives (she assumed that was what he gave her anyway), but maybe the combination of her injuries, stress, and panic, it felt more potent than what she was used to, and within minutes, she was out.

#personal writing catastrophe #less 'accidental shot' and more 'oops did i do that :)' #i forgot that she's also a 'walk it off' kind of person

[mymarifae]

why don't you like blade :(

oh i don't dislike him! i just don't care. totally different thing

everything i've seen of him in game so far PLUS alllllllll those leaks hasn't been enough. like. as of Right Now there's nothing for me to latch onto and pick at. the whole "dan heng's past life's ex-husband/fiance" may be enough for some people but i just do not gaf 😭 i need. to see quite a bit more of him before i can even start getting into the territory of actual like/dislike

#and i probably won't dislike him when i do get the additional context i need to understand his character properly #because overall i Really enjoy the character writing in this game so they'd have to fuck up catastrophically for me to Dislike him #mailbox #you know what i do dislike though. renheng. or whatever you people call it #like ok YES i see that they were probably married in dan heng's past life #but #i don't... dan heng has made it extremely clear that he is NOT dan feng and he really hates engaging with any part of that life #because he wants to move on and establish himself as a new person and be SEEN as Himself and not have to shoulder dan feng's shit forever #and i don't understand what blade's deal is. like if he's also a reincarnation or. idk kafka was like 'mara' but like #either i skipped something in that cutscene or it was not elaborated on Yet or it wasn't translated well OR all 3 #regardless i do not get what's happening. with him. #so maybe he can still love dan feng and it really fucking sucks for him that dan heng looks so much like him but *dan feng* is dead #he's not going to find his husband/fiance in dan heng again. like blahblahblah the vidyadhara's reincarnation is weird #and undoubtedly parts of dan feng will live on through dan heng but they're not. the same person #and yknow blade isn't (checks notes) exactly yinxing anymore #like that's kind of the entire point of this story line. it's supposed to be tragic because they're not the same people anymore #and they're not going to just fall in love all over again at the drop of a hat #like i thought you guys loved doomed yaoi. why do you keep making it un-doomed #it's not a big deal or anything like do what you want forever. if un-dooming the doomed yaoi makes you happy then ok! #but it's not for me and never will be it just requires ignoring such an integral part of what makes dan heng. dan heng. #blade's fine. silver wolf is like his niece now or something he can just go take her to mcdonald's he doesn't need a husband again

[despairforme]

He's (not so slowly) turning into the sort of person who REALLY dislikes Christmas.

#[ happy december 1st !! ] #[ november really was a catastrophe writing-wise xDD ] #[ i was so busy and tired and i ended up only writing like 6k fjfjfjf ] #[ it's not my poorest month EVER but it's... it's up there xD ] #[ my hope of writing 300k for the year.. it's just a dream at this point LOL ] #[ december is usually quite busy for me ] #[ i'm inspired for some personal projects so will probably focus on those >-< ] #[ but i'm still keeping my goal of finishing my drafts + asks before the new year ] #[ hope you're all doing good guys! ] #despair for me. ╱ in character. #burn the city. ╱ main verse.

[hergan416]

I should tell him, Albert thinks as the semi truck gains speed in the lane next to them, putting the car in its blind spot. He can see the semi changing lanes, can hear the crunch of metal as their car is crushed by 18 tires goong 60 miles an hour.

Mycroft adjusts his speed, and the car reappears in the truck's sideview mirror.

Speech continue to assualt Albert's ears, unprocessed. He breathes in through his nose, carefully as they gain on the car in front of them.

Mycroft slows, and the truck passes, followed by another.

They are too close to the car in front of them. Traffic will slow, they will need to brake, it will not be enough time. They can't see over the tall trailer.

Albert can hear the crunching of metal as silver paint rubs and rips and tears.

He takes another breath through is nose and tries to tell himself that this is a totally normal following distance.

I should tell him, Albert thinks again.

But he doesn't want to know.

He breaths in and looks out toward the river to the right. It sparkles in the sunlight, unimpeded by traffic or panic attacks.

Details speed along faster than he can hear them.

Is it worth telling Mycroft he isn't listening? That he can't listen? That the panic is bubbling up inside?

He smiles, catches enough words to make an educated response, and returns to watching the rest of the river as they finish their crossing.

Their exit is soon.

#my writing #personal #panic symptoms #catastrophizing #mental health issues #i ... this is so much projection rn #im not going to tag it with the characters because i cant in good concience say it is them

[lookedlikethebins]

absolutely obsessed with the glimpse into the hot producer george and academia matty au!

is this a chaptered fic sitch?

thank you!! i too am a little obsessed with george being 1. too hot for his own good and holding his own with the Big Names while also 2. still being just some guy who likes playing music with his best friends; generally soft-spoken but knowledgeable, funny and charming, and hating every time someone asks him to go to something without his friends/the band that made him known in the first place! and then who's not obsessed with the idea of PhD candidate/TA/part-time editor matty lurking around george's home verbally dictating his dissertation to his phone while george watches from the dining table, failing to follow along while also failing to get him to at least sit down, Matty, please...

and i think it's going to have to be chaptered? mostly because the au right now doesn't have a traditional narrative arc. like, the point of the au is not that they get together (which has a very clear kind of ABC plot beats) or that they're together and then there is tension because of the fame (something with a very clear climax and resolution/falling action). So there really isn't a way for me to be "done" so it only makes sense to write it in chapters/scenes (that most likely will need to be linear just for everyone's sanity)

BUT that being said, I am definitely someone who likes to have a lot written before I toss anything chaptered into the world so perhaps while i'm writing I'll find a nicer way to contain the au and be able to give you everything at once! or this could just be an ongoing au series that, after the initial foundational story is posted, we add to it with ideas/prompts/situations as they come to us [yes this is a group effort now i welcome you in :)]

ty for asking!! xo

#english degrees working OVER TIME for this fic anon i'm sorry for the annoying answer #i want it to have structure so then readers have questions and feel pulled through to the next scene but i'm not sure what i want yet #bc i don't see the typical 'fame stresses out the Regular Person' for their dynamic!! #like i think it would be a Moment to write but wouldn't be Catastrophic for them you know? #so i'm figuring it out bit by bit :) #bc i definitely want to write and have y'all see them getting together but i also want you to see them Established and Sweet together #lots of ground to cover and i want to give you ALL of it :)))) #asks #answered #producer george and TA matty fic

[brotherdusk]

attempting to read the hobbit again. god help me. third time lucky perhaps

#I tried to read tolkien as a kid but found the descriptions so dense and frankly boring that I gave up idk maybe 75 pages in #can't remember if it was hobbit or lotr #then I tried the hobbit in my late teens because a friend had made it her entire personality #unfortunately a catastrophic friendship breakup ensued that left no survivors so my interest in tolkien was kinda shot for a long while #and now I'm starting again because I want something new and it's been sitting on my bookshelf haunting me! the writing is very cute so far #shocked and dismayed that gandalf's introductory paragraph failed to mention his big naturals but I know they're there #txt

[autumnssongbird]

*Vibrating with excitement* Hi what’s your favorite Anaïs Mitchell song (bonus points if it’s from a non-Hadestown album)

OHOHOHOHO THANK YOU FOR SENDING ME THIS

okay so i haven’t listened to all her music yet but i really love bright star (the lyric “and I understood my place then, and my purpose in relation to the young and ancient night” really scratches my brain), your fonder heart (AGAIN a lot of lyrics that brain scratchy), and revenant!! also orion and old fashioned hat bc AUGHHH…….

i do love hadestown but i find it hard to pick a favourite song from it but it’s probably flowers, promises, or how long

anywayyyyy she is literally so good and her voice reminds me of earl grey tea on a rainy day

what are yours?????

#:3 levels were CATASTROPHIC while writing this #asks #bird sounds (personal tag)

[technicolorxsn]

I haven't been active in chnt for a hot minute so idk if this is something lots of ppl have come up with or not but. I think Rowan has the journal

#i think the thing hes gonna do that opposes the rest of the story or however it was put has to do with the journal #personally i think theres a good chance jeddie put like blueprints and stuff for various tinkerings and machines or whatever he does #and i think rowans gonna try and recreate something from and maybe make a catastrophe #this is entirely from the first chorus of venetian blind man btw #the whole #'ive read the writings how do these things lock' makes me think that #idk #chnt #chnt spoilers #chnt theory #ig?? pretty half baked but wtver