#so the first chapter of part 2 is up!

[arthursfuckinghat]

I'm at that part of chapter three my friends, so let me be a reminder that Colm O'Driscoll's plan to lure in Dutch after taking Arthur failed because nobody came looking for him.

He would have died being held captive any longer, he barely escaped.

The gang did not come for Arthur.

#and it makes me seethe #listen in my first playthrough this was the part I thought Arthur was going to die in #that's how little I knew about this game #I was crying real tears #I was mourning arthur three chapters early lol #and I know I know micah explains himself but god it is not good enough #tilly went missing and they noticed right away #they hadn't seen trelawny in a few days and they went to find him #FUCKING BILL GOES MISSING AFTER BEING TAKEN BY BOUNTY HUNTERS AND THEY NOTICE #I seethe I seethe #Arthur Morgan your own family failed you #I get so caught up in the fun family dynamic that I have to remember that arthur is the “protector” #so who protects the protector? well then this mission tells you everything you need to know #arthur has to save himself because nobody was there for him #and again I know that if the gang knew he was taken they would look #but the fact that hosea said LOUD AND CLEAR that it was a trap and that THEY HAD SAID TO MEET UP IF ANYTHING WENT WRONG #AND THEY STILL DIDN'T LOOK FOR HIM!!!!!!!! #THEY DIDN'T EVEN TRY #ARTHUR WENT MISSING FROM A MISSION THAT WAS CLEARLY A TRAP AND THEY DIDN'T GO LOOKING FOR HIM #FOR THEIR SON #THEIR BROTHER #THEY DIDN'T LOOK!!!! #my blood is boiling #rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 #mick squeaks #arthur morgan #red dead redemption 2 spoilers #mick rants #colm o'driscoll

[l0ganberry]

@truelazymaker

For the long wait, I decided to make a mini comic of him having help finding his legs. And then having his sweet angel on helping him reattach his legs. I hope you like this and thank you for the request.

There's a couple left of unfinished requests, but I'll still more if you want to request something that relates to Dogday. You can go to this >post< to put in your request, or send an ask to me.

#This took up 2 pages but it was so worth it since I really liked how it turned out at the end #why were his legs on the stairs? #I don't know #They were probably left there and just forgotten #That makes sense to me #For the actual game #No one knows where his legs really went #They might of been fully eaten by the critters or maybe..... #Part of that mini prototype shrine that Catnap made #You know the one I'm talking about. #anyways #rambles #artists on tumblr #traditional art #cute #dogday #poppy playtime chapter 3 #poppy playtime player #this was actually my first time drawing and coloring player so I'm glad for that #pretty simple but easy since the player is used as an self insert. #dogday fanart

[amelikos]

Small snippet of an interview with Hikaru Takahashi, the debut ambassador of the anime (translation can be found here).

What do you think the appeal of the Pokémon anime is? I think the way the characters support each other, do their best and try to figure out what they want to do is really cool and feel like it cheers me up. Everyone in the show are really strong characters, and I personally particularly like... well, of course I like Liko and of course I like Roy, I really like all the characters, but what I PARTICULARLY like is the relationship between Explorers Amethio and Hamber. Amethio really shows how much he desperately wants to get stronger, and, well... it's so wonderful to see everyone's honest feelings on display like that. Just watching such scenes makes me want to do MY best too! There are so many scenes like that in the show that make me want to support the characters. This aspect is the one I really love about the Pokémon anime.

Amethio mentioned, as well as his relationship with Hamber.

#i need to post this before chapter 3 starts #i like that amethio keeps being mentioned every now and then in official stuff #like how he was mentioned in regards to not having a dream when the artists of op 2 talked about their song etc #his relationship with hamber is talked quite positively here too #and amethio is officially framed alongside liko and roy (the protags) as a character whose efforts are praised and acknowledged #which is meaningful because they are usually careful about this kind of thing #like how makoto furukawa talked about spinel in an interview once #and he was like 'i won't ask you to show spinel your support but keep an eye out on the character' #so in contrast it's interesting that amethio is brought up and talked about this way in official stuff #in the recap vid for the first year of hz amethio was also grouped with liko and roy (and dot) #in the part which showed the respective growth of the characters #makes me think of how him getting terastal leads into liko and roy and dot wanting to get it too #anyway amethio is loved and i liked seeing him being brought up unprompted #hz interview #character notes #amethio

[suddencolds]

Fool Me Twice [3/?]

I had a stressful week and was sort of considering dropping/discontinuing this fic, but then I ended up having fun writing this part last night :’) So here’s part 3—definitely a little different from what I usually write (and I was a little bold with certain decisions, haha). Enjoy! 

Part 3 ft. fake dating, a New Year’s celebration, drunken decisions, implied/referenced contagion (maybe)

You can read Part 1 [here]! (No additional context is needed aside from the previous 2 parts).

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Margot’s decorated the bathroom nicely— a glass soap dispenser, tied with a singular golden ribbon that seems—intentionally or not—in theme with the decorations outside; a small, fluffy blue rug; a shower curtain lined with silhouettes of raindrops, and one of those scented reed diffusers, scented like bamboo and lemongrass. Neither of which he’s allergic to, to his knowledge, but with this cold, any small push is enough to send him over the—

“hhEH… hehh’IIZSCHEEW!”

The sneeze does nothing—or close to nothing—to relieve the tickle in his nose. Yves desperately hopes that the walls are more soundproof than they appear to be. He reaches blindly for the roll of toilet paper, if only to have something to cover the resounding—

“hEHh… hEH-hHEh-! hhhEH’iTSSCH-Eew! Snf-! hEHH… HEHh’iIZSCHEEw!” 

The sneezes scrape unpleasantly against his throat, enough that he coughs a little, after. He blows his nose into the handful of toilet paper and finds, even after, that his nose is still practically dripping. His excuse to Erika had been nothing more than that—an excuse—but he’s starting to feel as if this bathroom excursion was necessary in more ways than one.

The cold medicine from earlier is certainly starting to wear off, if the congestion settling in his sinuses is anything to go by. He’s tired, even though it isn’t especially late, and his throat is undoubtedly sorer than it had been before he got here. On top of everything with Erika, it feels like insult to injury. 

Erika. Where would he even begin with her? Now—knowing that she wants to be friends with him still—what can he do? Has anything she’s said tonight merited his forgiveness? Even if she hadn’t meant to cheat on him—even if she’d been planning to break up with him formally, even if she’d only made out with Brendon because she was drunk—does that make any of this permissible? She still lied to him. That night, when she’d gone to the party, she’d told him that she was just visiting a relative. The only reason why Yves had found her there with Brendon—the only reason why he’d shown up at the party at all—was because he’d been dropping something off for a friend.

She might not have chosen to cheat on him. But she’d still chosen to get drunk with someone she knew she had feelings for. Is that really any better?

And there’s this, too—part of Yves wants to forgive her. Part of him wants to move past everything, if only it means he’ll get to keep her as a friend. There was a point where she was everything to him, and maybe a friendship would be second best to everything if it meant he’d get to keep talking to her. That version of her that he remembers, walking with him through the 5am dark to crew practice, leaning into his shoulder.

Yves turns on the sink, lets the cold water wash over his hands for a few seconds before he cups his hands together to splash some water on his face. For reasons other than the cold water, his eyes sting. He shouldn’t have come here, he thinks. Seeing Erika again, after everything, feels like reopening a wound that had only started to close up.

Or maybe that isn’t right. Maybe he’s not over her at all.

From the other side of the door, he hears a sharp knock.

“I’ll - snf-! - be out in a sec,” he says. “I thidk Margot has adother bathroom if you need to go.” One that he hasn’t just sneezed in, notably.

“Do you need anything?”

It’s Vincent.

It occurs to Yves, all of a sudden, what an asshole he’s been. He’s the entire reason why Vincent is here in the first place, and here he is, locked in the bathroom, leaving Vincent alone at a party he wouldn’t enjoy to socialize with people he doesn’t know.

But what can he say? He’s far from presentable, right now—with the large, glossy bathroom mirror in front of him to confirm it—his face flushed, his hair a mess. There’s no way he can open the door, as it stands, and let Vincent see him like this.

“I could… hEHh… hEHh’iIIZSCHEEW! snf-! Ugh, I could use a dridk right ndow,” he says instead, which is more honest than he intends, except then he remembers he’s not supposed to be drinking. “Wait, fuck. I still have to drive.”

“I can do it,” Vincent says, “If you trust me with your car. I wasn’t planning on drinking.” 

“I do trust you with my car,” Yves says. 

“What do you want? Champagne? A beer?”

“Whatever you find that will get mbe idtoxicated the fastest.” It’s half a joke.

“So you can wake up tomorrow with a hangover to go with your cold?”

“Hodestly? I can’t think of a better start to the ndew year,” Yves says.

A pause. “If it’s what you want.” It’s an easier victory than he’d expected—he supposes he can’t complain. He listens as Vincent’s footsteps recede.

He shuts the water off. Runs a hand through his hair, fixes some of the strands back in place. Blows his nose again, for good measure. His face is a little flushed—probably a telltale sign that he has a fever—but if he drinks, who will notice?

Vincent is back a couple minutes later. He knocks with the same, curt knock as before, and this time, Yves opens the door.

He’s standing there, looking no less charming than before, holding a cocktail glass. There’s an orange slice on the edge, and an elegantly placed sprig of rosemary—Margot’s doing, probably.

“Vodka and orange juice,” he says, by way of explanation. “Margot said it’s called a screwdriver.”

“She’s really committed to the orange juice,” Yves says, and takes the glass from him. “Thadks, snf! I’m sorry for disappearing on you.”

Vincent looks like he’s about to say something more. Yves braces himself for the questioning, but instead, Vincent turns away. “It’s fine.”

“And sorry about Erika,” Yves says. He thinks he sounds a little less congested now that he’s blown his nose—at least, for the time being.  “It’s just—it’s been awhile since I’ve seen her. But that doesn’t mbean—i mean, I don’t wadt you to have to worry about all of this.”

“Do you want to talk about it?” “I just want you to edjoy the party,” Yves says. “Well, as much as you can, adyways. I can handle myself.”

“I never doubted that,” Vincent says.

“That’s why you’re the perfect pretend boyfriend.” Yves tips his drink back, takes a couple large, indulgent sips. He doesn’t catch Vincent’s expression as they take their seats again at the dinner table.

“You’re back,” Erika says. “I was starting to think you were planning on camping out in the bathroom for the rest of the night.”

“Yeah, it’s quite the complicated bathroom,” Yves says. “Thankfully Vincent was there to show me the way out.”

The rest of dinner is surprisingly uneventful—or maybe Yves is too tipsy to pick up on Erika’s passive aggression. Either way, he finds himself actually enjoying himself through the haze of the screwdriver and a few glasses of champagne. It helps that Erika hasn’t brought up the whole friend thing again, and it helps that Margot stops by a few times, whenever the conversation lulls, to change the subject to something utterly unrelated to his breakup. Yves isn’t sure how much of a role Vincent has to play in that. At some point—halfway through another sneezing fit—Vincent wordlessly gets him a stack of napkins, and Yves is not embarrassed enough to pretend he doesn’t need them at all.

After dinner and dessert (which Yves would usually help with, on the many occasions when he doesn’t have a cold, but which Margot does a perfectly impressive job with), everyone disperses again. Yves catches up with everyone he knows from college, introduces Vincent to them (“Don’t tell Vincent I said this,” he says, “But I think he’s way too smart to be on our team,” and Vincent laughs and modestly denies this), and wonders what he’ll tell them all when, inevitably, Vincent doesn’t show up to any of their future meetups. At some point in the future, Vincent will find someone, presumably, who he’ll spend every subsequent New Year’s with. Yves is a little too drunk to think about the slight pang in his stomach when he considers this.

It’s only when it’s nearing midnight that he finds himself out on Margot’s balcony with Vincent.

It’s a nice view of the city, with its rows and rows of glittering skyscrapers. Yves leans out on the railing. 

The alcohol has done its job of making him feel pleasantly warm indoors, but it’s too cold outside for it to have the same effect. He doesn’t realize he’s shivering until Vincent says, “Are you too cold?”

“No,” Yves says, crossing his arms in an attempt to keep himself from shivering. “It’s… ndot that… cold out—hh-! hHehh’IIZSCHh-EEW!” Ugh. Very convincing.“That was bad timing, snf-!, I swear.”

“Bad timing, I’m sure,” Vincent says, his tone soft. “We can go inside if you want.”

“No,” Yves says, rubbing his nose. “It’s nicer out here, snf-! Also, I’m sure there will be fireworks at mbidnight. Which is soon.”

“So you’re taking the best vantage point all for yourself,” Vincent says.

“Yes, I— hHh-hHEH-!” He thinks it might culminate in another sneeze, but the tickle in his nose dissipates, very frustratingly, at last possible moment. “I got here first,” Yves says, sniffling. “Finders, keepers.”

“In that case,” Vincent says. Then—in lieu of finishing that sentence—he unbuttons his blazer and drapes it over Yves’s shoulders. 

Yves stares at him, disbelieving. The blazer is still warm—indulgently, comfortably warm—from Vincent’s shoulders. “There’s no way you’re not cold wearing that,” he says, gesturing to Vincent’s button-down shirt. It’s long-sleeved—a small consolation—but with fabric that thin, there’s really no chance he’s dressed warmly enough for this weather.

It’s starting to snow again—lightly enough that the snow melts into water when it hits the ground.

Vincent shrugs. “I grew up here. I’m used to it.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’m sure.”

“Okay,” Yves says, pulling the jacket closer. “Thadks.”

Inside, almost everyone who hasn’t left has gathered in the living room. Someone—Mikhail, maybe—is telling a story to the crowd, to raucous laughter. Then, after a bit, Margot says something, lifting her glass of champagne, and everyone joins her in counting down. Ten. Nine.

“Erika’s watching,” Vincent says, after a beat. Eight. Yves turns and sees that he’s right—he spots her somewhere in the crowd, in her sleek blue dress. When she catches him looking, she waves. Seven. Six. “She’ll probably be expecting us to kiss.”

Yves looks away from her to look at Vincent. Vincent, who’s here just because Yves asked him to be, who looks unfairly attractive even in something as forgettable as a white button-down shirt, who Yves will probably never have another chance to spend a night with again. The question is out of his mouth before he can think twice about it.

“Can we?”

He almost bites his tongue after. What is he thinking? It’s a ludicrous request—something absolutely unfitting to ask from a coworker, especially when he has a cold—and he’s certain he would never have asked it if he were sober. He opens his mouth to apologize, to explain himself, but—

Two. One.

Vincent leans in, briefly, and kisses him.

Beyond them, fireworks shatter into the sky. There’s the sound of cheering in the living room. 

The kiss lasts only a moment before Yves is wrenching himself away, taking a couple hurried steps back before his head snaps forward with a sudden, spraying—

“Hhehh’IIDSCHiiEW!”

—which, despite his efforts, almost certainly mists Vincent’s collar. It’s enough of a warning for him to lift his hand to his face and twist away to cover the subsequent—

“hHEH… Hheh’yISSCHEew! Snf-! Heh… hheh-!! Hheh… HEHh’iiDDZSChiEw!”

He feels heat creep up into his cheeks.  “I’mb so sorry,” he says, and means it for everything—for the untimely sneeze, for the kiss, for inviting Vincent to the party in the first place. “That was… I’mb really sorry. Oh, god, I really hope you don’t catch this. I would feel awful if you caught this.” His head swims, and he finds himself grabbing the railing to steady himself, muffling a fit of harsh, grating coughs into his hand. Usually, it would be his sleeve, but given that the sleeve he has on now belongs to Vincent’s very nice blazer, his options are limited.

Yves leans his weight onto the railing, sniffling, and shuts his eyes against the dizziness. He might be drunker than he’d given himself credit for. 

“You don’t have to worry about that,” Vincent says. Yves doesn’t want to look at him, doesn’t want to see what he might be thinking. He really, really owes Vincent for all of this. “Are you tired?”

“Just a little drunk,” Yves answers. “We should probably head home soon.” 

“Okay,” Vincent says.

The apartment is indulgently warm when they step back inside. Yves hands Vincent back his jacket and lingers in the living room to say goodbye to Margot (he has the pleasure of watching her hug Vincent for the second time tonight) and to the handful of college friends that he recognizes. It’s a short walk to the car through the snow—just a few minutes, except he finds it to be more of a tedious walk than expected, and Vincent has to grab his arm a couple times to keep him from stumbling.

“Careful,” he says sternly, the first time.

Yves stares at him, tries to think about what sober Yves would say. He’s always been a little too honest when drunk.

“You are a godsend,” he says. “Thanks for coming todight. I kdow you hate parties.”

“I don’t hate parties. Are you always like this when you’re drunk?”

“Like what?”

Vincent laughs—a short, soft laugh which Yves wishes he could hear more of. “This is the fifth time you’ve thanked me.”

Is it really? “Ndo, I just am… hEH-!” Yves twists away from Vincent, just in time to let out a barely covered— 

“hehh’IZZSCHH-iIEW! Snf!” The sneeze jerks him forward, harsh—and loud—enough that he feels a twinge of pain in his throat. Luckily, Vincent won’t be here tomorrow to see him lose his voice. 

“Bless you,” Vincent says, reflexively.

“That’s definitely ndot the fifth time you’ve blessed me,” Yves says. “It’s more than that for sure. So I’mb allowed to thadk you more than once.”

“If you put it that way.”

Vincent drives him home. Yves directs the GPS to his address and tries to stay awake so he can talk to him, until Vincent says, “If you’re tired, you should sleep,” which Yves wants to protest. It seems rude to fall asleep in his own car when he’s supposed to be the one driving in the first place. But maybe Vincent is tired, too, from having had to socialize with strangers all night, and maybe silence would be preferable to him now. So Yves leans his head against the passenger seat window and shuts his eyes.

It feels like he’s only been asleep for a minute before Vincent taps him on the shoulder.

“We’re here,” he says, pulling the keys from the ignition.

“That was fast,” Yves says. He muffles a small cough into his sleeve. “Thadks again for driving me. I’mb sorry we stayed out so late.” He checks his watch—it’s close to 1am. It occurs to him that he has no idea if Vincent is a morning person, if this is considered late by his standards. If he’s tired, too.

“It’s no problem,” Vincent says, stifling a yawn into his hand. Well, that answers his question.

Yves unbuckles his seatbelt, opens the passenger door, and gets out. It’s brutally cold out, cold enough that he has to fight back a shiver. “At least wait inside as I call you an Uber?” “You don’t have to do that.”

But Yves is already pulling out his phone, scrolling through their messages for Vincent’s address. It’s the least he can do, after everything.

Vincent waits inside with him for a few minutes. It’s a bit of a wait for his ride—probably everyone’s trying to get back home from their New Year’s parties at this time—so Yves makes them both some hot chocolate (nothing fancy, given the time constraints—just hot cocoa mix with some cinnamon and steamed milk—but Yves says “You should come again some time, I promise I can actually cook when I have more than three minutes”) and sits with him in the living room. He finds himself almost disappointed when the cab finally arrives.

“Get home safe,” Yves says.

“Thanks,” Vincent says. “I will.”

“And Vincent?” Vincent turns.

There’s a hundred things Yves wants to say to him. He wants to say, you didn’t have to do this. He wants to say, I don’t know what I would’ve done without you. He wants to say, how can I make it up to you?

“Happy New Year,” he says, instead, and Vincent smiles.

[ Part 4 ]

#snz fic #sneeze fic #sneeze kink #snz kink #snz #also thank you to anyone who took the time to leave nice tags on the first 2 parts 😭❤️ #it really means a lot to me #and i really really love seeing people's thoughts #my fic #i was planning to be so much meaner to yves but this chapter happened instead #(yves's 'hypothetically i'd be fine with kissing' line from part 2 was there to set this chapter up) #'what is there left to write now that the party's over?' vincent's tur- 🔫 #yvverse

[perexcri]

happy one year to her and one of my better opening lines for a fic <3

now, because i'm curious:

#to hell and back again #i genuinely can't believe it's a year but i guess that's how time works huh :') #anyway umm gonna leave some retrospective thoughts in the tags: #1. i hold this fic near to my heart but also have a very complicated relationship with it now- #mostly bc i feel like my writing has improved so much and it's hard for me to reread parts of this lol #2. i honestly feel like it's a product of its time? like i think if i was publishing it now people wouldn't like it nearly as much #(especially with the opening line wHICH HAS A POINT AND COMES FULL CIRCLE AT THE END OK JUST TRUST ME) #3. on a sadder note this also means it's been a year since we had to put my family's eldest dog down #i remember i was gonna post this first chapter later when i had finished another fic up #but then our dog just like. straight up started dying on my mom's bedroom floor #and my mom was too distressed/upset to take her to the vet so i had to put her in my car and take her on my own #and then had to go to work right after that #so yeah i was upset and was like 'well dammit im gonna post this then bc it's silly and makes me laugh and i am sad' #so yeah!! some thoughts and behind the scenes info for anyone who's bothered to read this many tags #idk these things just feel like Tags thoughts not Post thoughts #anyway thanks for all the love this one has gotten!! i'm glad people are still enjoying it though *will voice* it's been a year mike #byler

[askamnesiamoonjumper]

me after editing the aau prologue for the bajillionth time

#First chapter I changed the opening bc I always thought it felt off/abrupt and wanted to have it be prince pov from the start #I wanna get in his head more ok sue me #Beyond that tho it was just some wording edits #Specifically with the internal dialogue moments I helped them flow more/feel more like thoughts #Also mj gets a bit more of their usual edge/pessimism bc the prologue they always felt a bit too “ówò sad poor smol bean” or whatever #That’s it tho chapter 4 I didn’t change bc it’s peak #Did add some teases to later things tho like snatch senses mjs soul at the end of his chap but doesn’t realize it #Or like I added the Not Now running thing in the earlier chapters bc it was more of a chapter 4 thing so I wanted 2 set it up more so boom #I think that’s all the notable edits ig like I said just description additions the only actual new thing is the opener for chap 1 👍 #Also also I got to include a hc that I have that I neglected to do before but I hc a!prince used plural internal dialogue #Because lol we love dramatic irony in this house #Grace post #this reminds me tho one of these days I should look through heart strings chapter one to look for editing things #Bc I think I did that recently but I don’t remember it much tho #Mostly just when the Hat stuff starts that was the parts I never directly rewrote I just edited them so they feel out of place in my brain #Also I’d wanna edit her dialogue bc it *was* in character (after rereading her diary’s to confirm) but I wanna have her be a bit more snark #Hat is Hard bc i Need the balance of cute little kid and also smug little shit (affectionate) like she is a pain to write man cries #This is just me rambling lol ignore it I just wanted to spam aau thoughts #In other news I made shapes redesigns but I’m on the fence on posting them bc idk if I wanna spoil or not hhhhhhhhh #Nowadays I’m more chill w spoiling things than I used to be #But there are a handful of things I’ve kept shut about (ex being princes name or mjs species stuff etc) #So I’m not sure if this thing with shapes i should keep secret or just post bc I used to spoil it but idk now #Shrugs #maybe I’ll do a poll later I dunno #Ok yapping over byeeeeee

[uniformbravo]

the natsuyuu manga is so funny the volume will be like "natsume grapples with his desire for unconditional love versus his fear of burdening those around him, knowing the more he opens his heart to the people he cares about the more he stands to lose if something goes wrong; these people are the warmest he's ever known and he's the happiest he's ever been and that scares him because he can't shake the feeling that it's fleeting and fragile and could all disappear at any moment, so all he can do is fight to protect everything he loves and hope one day he'll deserve the precious happiness he's been given here"

and then the blurb on the back is like "natsume climbs up into the attic to look for some books, but... uh oh... is that a... g-g-g-ghost??!? things are about to get freaky deaky in here if he doesn't do something... quick!!! will natsume be able to handle it before the clock strikes thirteen, or will he become... gulp... the ghost's next meal?!?"

#always gives me a little heehee chuckle after the Emotional Damage inflicted by the story #just finished vol 11 uuuuuuu........ the one where he goes to visit his parents' old home uuuuuuuu......... #it was the first episode to make me cry when i watched the anime but i didn't this time #i did tear up at the end tho when natsume asks to retake the family photo with sensei in it this time 😭😭😭 #like stopppppppppp im gonna die #retag later #ny blogging #moment was ruined when i turned the page and fuckin Matoba was there like WHO ASKED U KGJSLDKSDKGN #(lil mini drawings after every chapter. the theme this vol was characters when they were younger and. matoba & natori were up next ig) #it's fine there were already other parts of the manga that made me cry that didn't in the anime #like when the little fox travels all the way out to see natsume again and finds him having fun w his friends #and loses courage and walks away thinking ''i guess the one who was really lonely this whole time was me...'' #AND THEN natsume finds them anyway and asks for directions to their forest so he can come visit next time LIKE COME ONNNNNNNNN #the natsume observation logs are everything 2 me u hear me EVERYTHING #main character from other characters' pov is ALWAYS 1000/10 good shit 👌👌👌 #i wanna get to nishimura and kitamoto's chapters again rhrngnghrnggh vibrates in chair #cant be doing this again Except That I Can #where are my boys. SHOW ME THE BOYS

[the-acid-pear]

One of the most beautiful things Deltarune story has is the fact that you cannot remove its tragedy, because it's thru that very same that hope and love is born. You cannot change the past but you can take what you learnt and thru it build a brighter future.

#luly talks #some things are rough and nasty but they need to happen so lessons can be learnt and so one can grow from them #its a game about the importance of mistakes and you see it everywhere #like i tapped on this lightly today in a post about spamton #for as tragic and painful as his fate was it needed to happen #he needed to try it. to try reach heaven #se tenia que sacar el gusto como quien dice KSJGHBNUY #half joke because yeah like.he had to do it and realize thru his own actions that he was reaching for the impossible #and thru that he grew and was like well maybe i can at least do something else #same with the ending of chapter 1 #ralsei had to heal the king to understand that you cannot be good to everyone. even if it costed everyone's lives. #hell EVEN WITH US in one moment i adore in the ending of chapter 2 #when you're talking to catty (katty?) and threre's that dialogue option about family #and i dont remember the specifics but its so normal to pick the ah family is good tho <:) option #bc taht's what we would think yeah. but she makes it very clear that that's not something kris would say #and when i first saw that i was MORTIFIED like omg im gonna get a bad grade in being Kris #but... i think its part of this all too. because we are learning how kris is. how they even were before us. #had we not fucked up maybe we'd have not know that #this is a game about doom and hope both <333333333 #deltarune

[sabraeal]

as a writer how do you stop thinking about like getting kudos/comments? I've just started writing fanfic, and when I start a writing something -- it goes well and then eventually I get to point where I'm like "ahh but what the readers don't like that? or what if I don't get as many kudos or comments" and it makes it difficult to continue because then it becomes stressful -- I guess how do you deal with "wanting to write stuff for yourself" and "wanting validation" thanks!

You're going to hate this answer, because I hated it too, but TIME. When you first start writing and you get kudos and comments and people love what you're doing, it's a huge validation of your effort and talent, and it's natural that you want MORE of it. When I first started putting up fics I already had been writing for 15+ years, knew I was good at it, and still for a good few years found myself really glued to the hit counter, and the kudos, and wondering how I'd be able to get people to comment the same way they did on things like Seven Suitors.

But the thing is that commenting comes and goes in waves, and unless a fandom has a big comment culture, or is large enough that you're guaranteed a good glut of them every time you post...you're going to hit a point where you write exactly what everyone wants and get crickets. And at that point you'll get ANNOYED, because LOOK, I MADE THIS, i made it for YOU GUYS, and now y'all don't have anything to say? It'll get to you. It'll make you doubt that you know what anyone wants at all. It'll happen and it'll suck the whole time.

Lots of advice will say "write for yourself," which is an excellent sentiment. You should always write what YOU want. Put into your fic what you want to see, write the nitpicky poetic metaphors and craft the most screwball twists your heart desires. Pour yourself into the most niche AUs and most tin-hat canon theories. At the end of the day, you want the IDEAS you put down to be for you, because comments and kudos are nice, but if they don't come...you have to be proud of what you put out, even when it feels like an echo chamber.

But also...we don't POST things for ourselves. We post things to share. Fic are a conversation with canon and it is perfectly natural to want to create something that creates conversation among other fans. So you're never going to fully get the need for validation out of your head, you're not. You can hide hit counts and ignore your inbox all you like, but the want to have someone interact with your work, to inspire someone to reach out to you will ALWAYS be there. You just have to create a healthier relationship with it.

Be confident in what you write. Think less about whether people will like it, and more about how you WANT them to react. The reader is the most important character in any novel, but it's the one most authors forget to manage. When you come to a point where you go "oh man, I hope this is good for them!" stop and go, "what do I *want* them to be feeling here?" Focus on where you're putting their attention and whether you WANT it there. There's so much you can do when you visualize your relationship with the reader as PART of the work, and it takes off a lot of the pressure of "is this good? is it disappointing? will this get me validation?" and brings it back into the realm of storytelling. You are taking your reader on a journey, and when you do it well people will think less about "did I like that?" and more about "what comes next?"

#asks #writing advice #writing #please understand nonnie that what you are feeling is completely natural and part of the process #and shades of that will stick with you no matter how good you get #but the thing you want to keep in the center of your mind when it comes to that #is that you can only get kudos once on a fic and you are lucky to get a 1:100 comment vs hits ratio #so the instant validation WILL dry up and you'll have to have something about your story #that makes you push through. because people will come back and comment! #people will blow through 50+ chapter and leave you the most emotionally hungover review promising you their first borns #but sometimes you will have written a good third of them with NO feedback whatsoever #and you just have to trust in yourself that it's good. it's FINE #i used to obsessively check hits and be really put out to see how many people were coming and not commenting #especially when i wrote really emotionally driven stuff and really tore myself up to get those feelings through #but i also would have been miserable only writing fluffy 1 or 2 shots with no plot just to get the flush of comments those fics get #you just gotta do what you gotta do and let your audience find you. recontextualizing the relationship helps a LOT #i already was big on focusing on the meta plot of my works because as i said. 15+ years. had a lot of time to experiment and get good #but i still had to like. give myself the same pep talk 2 years in about how to view that relationship #everyone goes through it and if they say they don't they're a liar and i mean that seriously 🤣

[orcelito]

I've been rereading ladue again and I think this time for Real this time. I will finally finish up that chapter 3 for it.

There aren't that many people who are invested in it and I have been taking FAR too long between chapters to update it. But it's my little self indulgent band au 🥺🥺🥺 so I think I'll always inevitably end up going back to it.

Libero a Due my beloved... I will continue you soon.

#speculation nation #ladue shit #im still working on rereading it. with what i have in WIP for chapter 3 it's a total of 40k words #but im already like 2/3rds through the first chapter. and i think this is just what im gonna do today. #idk if i'll be able to write tonight but i'll try. if nothing else getting into the brain state for it is part of working on it too. #which means. rereading! and reminding myself of what all has happened. #im reading this thing and enjoying it so much. my beloved ladue. my darling band au. punk violinist goro my beloved. #i think i dont want to wrap it up with chapter 3. maybe this thing will take years and years to finish #but i love it and i want to see it through. in time.

[astranauticus]

oh i absolutely gave myself way too much of a workload this semester but holy shit i finally have like... about 80% of that orv changgwi animatic down in concept and i am. cartoon villain cackling

#asto speaks #when (yes WHEN not IF) i get it done its gonna hurt so bad #i mean i dont think it'll get done *soon* cuz god my workload this semester is. something #but if my math isnt wrong the webtoon is only gonna get to chapter 188 (where i plan to cover up to in the animatic) in like june so #ive got time?? kinda?? anyway i literally *cannot* stop thinking about this fucking idea so mark my words i will get it done #also yes its going to hurt me to make too because i havent ever done an animatic for a full song yet #changgwi is one of those songs thats kinda impossible to split up idk #also because my BEST ideas are at exactly the beginning and ending of the song. convenient. #the ending was like my one major concern when i first thought of this idea actually cuz the part of the song that #originally made me think of orv was that second (third?) verse of like the spirit telling the story of its own death that felt very yjh idk #but i just had. no idea what to do with the second half of the song #but then i read the novel and chapter 188 hit me in the back of the head with a baseball bat #and now that ending might be my favourite part of the whole project #>:) #big massive sorry to all my rwd mutuals btw i know there was a bit where i kept talking about making another rwd animatic #i do still have that sitting in my brain just cuz ive already animated a few segments of the song #i just dont reaaally have a full plan for the whole thing exactly so #by this point im just seeing if we get any DX-TR lore in s5 that might inspire me idk #project 2 electric boogaloo #stay tuned idk i have a bit of a proof of concept i plan to make this/next week #its funny actually cuz i got introduced to this song through an arknights animatic i saw on bb and i spent #honestly an embarrassing amount of time worrying if some of the ideas i have in my plan were just like. subconsciously stolen from that one #but i was like procrastinating schoolwork today and trying to plan out some stuff and just #went and looked up every changgwi animatic on bilibili i could find #and turns out the stuff i was worried id been stealing are honestly just like. common among *all* the stuff ive seen that use that song? #like cuz the official lyric video for the song is just so. stylistically *striking* a lot of genetic material from that just makes its way #into everything people make using that song like at this point the monochrome red colour scheme and like #ending on a backwards timelapse (?) through the vid is basically like scenes a faire for any changgwi animatic LMAO

[blondiest]

#INQUIRING MINDS (ME) NEED TO KNOW #i'm trying to decide how to split up a particular fic bc the first 2 chapters are about 5k each #but the third chapter is easily going to be 10k bc there isn't a natural break in it #so i was considering doing a two-shot that like. DOES resolve things somewhat but also #hints at things to come #and then a long oneshot for the last part of the story #blondiepost

[eaglefairy]

More xenoblade 2! This time we're beginning with a little experience grinding before fighting Brighid.

Leaving Torigoth and immediately got stomped into the ground by Rotbart. Fantastic start!

We've been talking about Dromarch (my roommate's favorite character so far and definitely one of my favorites overall) and we've come to the conclusion that he's a lot like Alfred Pennyworth and Iroh: butler/grandpa/uncle figure for Nia who wants her to make good decisions but will support her even if she makes bad ones

Wow, Cape Singbreeze has an absolutely great view of Gormott's head if you turn around

Tora is actually so cute in his introduction. And then they did...that.

Oh, one of the people who you can talk to for tips about Nia while she's a prisoner in Gormott says that everything with the Lord of Echell and his daughter happened "a decade or so ago", which actually gives us a benchmark to estimate Nia's age!

Ok so we've seen Brighid and Mórag at this point, but only briefly. After the scene where Brighid spies on the governor, my roommate turned to me and asked "do we meet her Driver at some point?" and I just had a moment of absolute confusion before it clicked for me and I just said "yeah, eventually"

She's not very fond of Pyra so far for refusing to answer questions about herself. Also I just heard her whisper "you are a weapon" (unrelated in context) and I'm just like ah. The themes and character development are coming for you. I see them on the horizon.

"I feel like people misunderstand that as a conscious, sentient Blade, Pyra can just...say no to all these people." Getting closer!

And then she thought the ending scenes of the chapter were very sweet (I did too!) Good ending for the night, as well as a promising sign of her opinion of this game maybe not being totally negative by the end?

#original tag #xenoblade chronicles #xenoblade chronicles 2 #roommate chronicles part 2 #for reference I first played 2 at launch and dropped it during chapter three because I was bored and confused #when I picked it back up to give it another chance after finishing the third game I just continued the one from 2017 #so I haven't seen anything from chapters one two or the first half of three in 7 years #so I'm getting a refresher on the first bit of the game too here

[hazmatmaid]

I've said this elsewhere, but I think it deserves its own post.

I think Lancer is kind of underrated in the sense that he's not as helpless as I've seen some make him out to be. Can we talk about how he:

Takes you on 2:1 in his introduction

Frees himself from his father's grip

Organized a revolution within the span of a few minutes

Releases not just Kris from a locked room in Queen's Mansion, but every other Lightner that was trapped in one

Not to mention, he seems aware that his own subjects don't really like him, and only listen to him because they have to, but when Susie criticizes his "bad guy" act, not only does he thank her for her feedback, they become friends!

He's kind of a badass in his own right, and I feel like that doesn't really get acknowledged.

#deltarune #lancer #deltarune lancer #lancer deltarune #deltarune analysis #haz says a thing #this is sort of an addendum to the last thing i actually posted #where people seemed to misinterpret it #it was more of a statement on how he's portrayed in fanon #how babified he is to the point of not knowing how to read or write #when he's the one that wrote all the signs in the first part of chapter 1 #i don't think he deserves to be pitied just because of his dad #if chapter 2 is anything to go off of he wants the best for him while he's locked up #so he can't be ALL bad #just PRETTY bad #please don't make me regret posting this :)

[puppys-rhythm-heaven]

i'm surprised i still haven't listened to big shot more than either of these-

#puppy rambles #rhythm hell #partially- #there's like three deltarune songs in a row in this section (those being big shot a cyber's world? and smart race) gghggyfggfgd- #i wouldn't even consider a cyber's world my second favorite. that title would probably go to world revolving- #ah yes. my three favorite deltarune songs. chapter 2 secret boss theme. chapter 1 secret boss theme #and the funni birb with self-esteem issues' battle theme gghfgfvfff- #i mean my three favorite undertale songs are sad goat boi's theme. sad goat boi's edgey oc battle theme #and the funni trans catgirl's theme- #not in order. mad mew mew is unironically my favorite undertale song i only listened to it the first time a few months ago #but it very quickly beat his theme and hopes and dreams- #‚‚‚ admittedly save the world might slightly beat out hopes and dreams also and in my eyes that's frisk's theme and not asriel's theme #it fits i think. i have too many thoughts about these video games #also megalovania is the player's theme (i think basically everyone is in agreement of that after deltarune chapter 2) #and determination is chara's theme (the red soul isn't determination but it's fitting for separate reasons) #(one of those being that asgore has determination in part of it and i saw someone say it supposedly has his theme/memory in it) #(and it definitely has heartache in it. so it has all of his. very fucked up family in it. why are the funni goats so fucked up-) #(chara is included in the funni goats. i mean kris deltarune seemingly has species dysphoria over not having horns) #(and chara is just undertale kris so. ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯) #these tags got long what was i talking about again-

[bluelitmoons]

Chapters: 1 / 2

Rating: Teen

Relationship: Ninth Doctor/Rose Tyler

Summary:

“You need to make a move!” Jack exclaimed, making Rose jump from where she was out of sight.

“Movin’ right now, aren’t I?” Rose heard the sound of tools being pushed aside and nearly snorted at the Doctor’s deliberately literal interpretation—one of his favorite games with Jack. He could grumble all he wanted but he enjoyed winding Jack up a lot more than he wanted to admit. “You could stand to budge up.”

Jack groaned, but seemed to oblige. “With Rose, Doctor.”

#my writing #story: initiative #fanfic #doctor who #ninth doctor #rose tyler #nine/rose #doctor/rose #the doctor #jack harkness #the full first chapter that all my sneak peeks were from #its been 84 years #hope its an okay nince/rose 2023 debut lol #back to work for me #but let me know what you thought #got lik 2k for part 2 already so it should go up soon-ish