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redgoldblue · 6 months
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hello hello, for the ask game: 🌤️☔ and because that's sun + rain and i can never resist a rainbow emoji anyway: 🌈
thanku! 🌈🌈 we all know what wip i'm using for this
🌤️Share your favorite piece of dialogue from your WIP.
I was shocked, going through the doc by how little pure dialogue there is. apparently when i'm essentially writing ~30k of Emotions from the POV of a guy who hates acknowledging his emotions, a lot of it is internal/physical description. or at least mixed in with it.
actually. wait. i think maybe my favourite dialogue isn't even between Steve and Danny, it's Danny and Harry:
“Should I be offering congratulations or slapping the both of you upside the head?” “What?” “Yes, I rather thought that might be the case.” Danny spreads his hands in what he thinks is an appropriately ‘what the fuck are you talking about’ gesture, and follows it up by saying, “Harry, what the fuck are you talking about?” “Were you two ever going to discuss the fact that you’re in love with each other, or are you just planning to keep muddling along in the hopes that one day you’ll trip and fall into bed together?” Before Danny can come up with any kind of response to that, Harry raises a hand and amends, “No, sorry, you’re already in bed together. In the hopes that you’ll trip and fall onto each other’s cocks.”
🌧️Share something angsty from your WIP.
Danny brushes his teeth, combs wet fingers through his hair, washes his hands on autopilot. Then he sits down on the closed toilet lid and lets himself shake out of his skin. It’s almost habit now, this moment after Steve is discharged where the relief that he’s not actively dying clashes into the terror that medical professionals are no longer watching him, and the resulting noise reverberates through Danny’s body and sets him falling. He has no idea how long it ever takes, just that he sits with elbows braced on his knees staring at nothing until the flood of emotions recedes and leaves him with nothing but the dirty sand of exhaustion. That’s the usual path. Except that today, there’s a knock on the bathroom door and Steve’s voice calling, “Danny? You okay?” He can’t get out more than a grunt in response, still falling, drowning. The door cracks open, and Steve repeats, “Danny?” through the gap. Danny manages something that sounds more like human language this time, but it’s still not any form of comprehensible words. Or enough to stop Steve pushing the door fully open and crossing the few steps to stand in front of him. Then he drops to a crouch, resting his palms on Danny’s thighs for a moment before he reaches for Danny’s hands where they press hard against his own jaw and temple. Danny lets him take them, lower them, then slips his fingers down until he can find Steve’s pulse on both sides. It’s there, strong and steady, and Danny shuts his eyes and curls further towards Steve. There’s a reason he does this alone. He’s just having trouble remembering what it is right now.
🌈 Share something soft/fluffy from your WIP.
I can do one better - I can do soft and fluffy. mwahaha
Danny tucks the flower through one of Steve’s buttonholes to free his hands up. Steve, of course, looks down at it first like he’s baffled, and then rapidly like his pupils are on the verge of turning into hearts and popping out of his skull like a deranged cartoon character. Danny snorts. “You’re such a fucking romantic.” “Wh- hey,” Steve says, abruptly defensive, and Danny waves a hand at him before he can get any further up in arms. “Calm down, buddy. It wasn’t an insult.” Steve raises his eyebrows doubtfully. “Much of one,” Danny allows. “Not really. It’s one of the things I love about you.”
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paintpanic · 5 months
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glamfellens · 9 months
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help
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thunderjackal · 2 months
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despite only being on season 2 of tma i am already making my Jon playlist to prepare myself for tmagp. You see i hope if i can replicate exposure therapy i will not be emotionally devastated when the time comes
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vinyls-and-valentines · 6 months
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There are whispers of things before Battery City.
Of stubby buildings not unlike the skyscrapers modern citizens proudly call home and safety, but adorned with flimsy wood and glass cut-outs, or plaster casts that range from vain to downright obscene. Of wilderness, untamed, smothering clean and orderly neighbourhoods in an onslaught of burrowing roots, web-woven branches, and leaves serving as nothing more than breeding grounds for pests.
The bones of what once were giants now rest on the outskirts of town, hollowed and forgotten, like stalwart reminders of hardship overcome through ambition and human ingenuity. Yet, if one were to take a closer look at these remains, they would find little to no proof of any of the above: no scars left in the pavement or shattered stone ornaments— only scortched earth, shattered glass tinted by years of grime and canned paints amongst pieces of plastic all strewn about and shriveled up in shame.
Instead, the truth lives in glimpses caught between the pages of tattered journals, lost family albums, and long-overdue history books. There once were museums where Battery City now stands. Churches, libraries, and synagogues. Broadcast stations and astronomical observatories. There were post offices and schools, and houses older than the ages of everyone you've known combined, none of which still standing in the age of Progress and Valor (or more aptly known as the Danger Days).
What remains of the past now rests alone and dejected, a warning lost beneath the waves: Make yourself insignificant enough, and maybe one day you'll get yourself to believe comformity will lead you to survival.
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gatorgrumbles · 1 year
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I am so obsessed with this cookie guy but I don’t think therapy covers this
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theramblingvoid · 7 months
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Number 6, for Hallowrove!
Okay this is the fun one I'd hoped someone would pick because the thing is it's happened so many times in canon already that there's just NO question about the answer
Hallowrove's List Of Who She'd Go To If Badly Injured, by preference:
- Fluorine Scaleflats, a Rubbery friend with a great skill and interest in Shapeling Arts who can be relied on to piece her back together in (mostly) (if asked nicely) the right order
- Haarsink, who also knows shapeling arts and can probably apply them in a much less biologically creative manner in a medical setting, but is second on the list because showing up bleeding at his place would stress him the hell out (ask me how I know lol)
- Oversol, who although being a deeply trusted safe place to go has no particular medical knowledge or skills and will probably just call a very expensive doctor and/or pick Hallowrove up and sprint her to a hospital, while being VERY stressed either way
Hallowrove's List Of Who He'd Go To If Badly Injured, by what inevitably actually ends up happening:
- Oversol
- Haarsink that one time
- But other than that it's always Oversol
- Good lord Hallowrove you are going to put this poor man into heart failure we have got to stop letting this happen so often -
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3-aem · 1 year
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I had a dream last night where i posted something sarcastically like "guess I'm going back to stealing other people's artwork" but this awoke a bunch of sleeper agent followers who immediately took it seriously and went WHAT DID WE TELL U FOLKS WHAT DID WE TELL U
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alpinezro · 6 months
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loving the sims 3 so far
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keikbird · 2 years
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Happy @zelinkweekofficial wip Wednesday ✨
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whenigetboredijust · 9 months
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Spoilers for security breach: ruin but…
BITCHH the actual way we all expected Eclipse to be a glitchy, overpowered menace and instead we got a soft, calm, collected father figure who just wants to keep the place clean.
They’re just like Sunny if Sunny ever got therapy :)
ALSO ALSO, the pitch of their voice is right in-between Sunny’s high voice and moons deep scratchy one! It’s literally perfection.
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redgoldblue · 3 months
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i'm getting the impression that state of disrepair might actually just be a 30k+ exercise in how emotionally open i can get steve and danny to be without going out of character
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k1d-crypt1d · 10 months
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it's been such a wild experience playing totk as my very first zelda game. i keep seeing the tablets placed in memoriam for those who died in the calamity and think "did i (link) die here? did someone i love die here? someone i knew?" every ruin i pass is filled with ghosts i don't hold any memory to. the temple of time a stark, hollow reminder of what once was, a very, very faint memory of once was. every forest with miscellaneous ruins, every half sunken house or forgotten temple holding almost nothing but a faint ache in my gut, a reaching for something that should be there but isn't, if that at all. the burial ground of the old king is on top of where i was resurrected. also there's a korok there.
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curiosityschild · 1 year
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The local theater company my brother does shows with us OBSESSED with their fog machine. I'm sitting here waiting for Chaplin the Musical to start. Why is there fog. Why is there always fog.
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redfagdiver · 2 years
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Hello World
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homoqueerjewhobbit · 1 year
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The psychological distance between a coffeeshop on the corner and a coffeeshop three blocks away is nigh insurmountable. It might as well be 500 miles of open ocean.
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