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mageiathea · 1 year
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Oh look I wrote more fic:
Josh loved being First Gentleman. He had almost all of the power of the Presidency, and he rarely had to be nice to anyone. Being nice, personable and inspiring was Sam’s job. Josh’s job was to browbeat everyone into submission; a job he was very, very good at, especially since he could be as ruthless as he wanted to be.
Thus, Josh was meeting with the Secretary of Labor and yelling at her about minimum wage.
“I don’t care how hard it’s going to be,” Josh said, voice loud and filled with irritation, “we’re serious about a yearly minimum wage increase. Now get with your people and figure out some legislation that will make it happen. I already have sponsors waiting in the House and Senate, so quit dragging your feet.”
“Sir, we have to be very-”
“What part of shut up and get it done don’t you understand?”
“Yes, sir, thank you sir,” replied the Secretary, and she left Josh’s office a little quicker than was polite.
Josh leaned back in his chair and sighed. Normally he wouldn’t get this annoyed about someone not doing what he wanted them to do, but this week Josh had been especially stressed out.
Suddenly the door between his office and the Oval Office next door opened, and Sam stuck his head in. “Let me guess, Blake wasn’t especially accommodating on minimum wage.”
“Sorry for being too loud,” Josh said apologetically as Sam came all the way in and shut the door behind him.
“Actually that was my fault, I left my door open. Possibly on purpose.”
“Why’s that?”
Sam crossed his arms as he leaned against the door. “I wanted an excuse to see you in case I was about to bite someone’s head off while in a lively and spirited discussion about East Asian textiles.”
Josh raised his eyebrows. “Were you?”
“I was about to bomb every sweatshop in China.”
“Please tell me you’re not still upset about Foley’s anti-gay marriage bill.”
“He’s introducing it today.”
“You know no one is taking it seriously.”
“Maybe we should introduce an anti-straight marriage bill, see how he likes it. I’ll even write a speech about how unnatural it is, and throw in some biblical quotes. I’m sure I could find some.”
Josh frowned. Sam only got like this when he was really upset about something. “Listen, why don’t I take the rest of your meetings today and you work on the minimum wage speech.”
Sam shook his head. “I’ll be fine, I just needed to vent a little, that’s all.”
“You sure? I’ll be glad to rip into some East Asian textiles.”
Finally that got a smile. “Thanks though, I better get back in there before they declare me AWOL and send in the secret service.”
“All right, then.”
After Sam left, Josh got up and opened his door to the Oval Office and stood next to the other door, listening to the muffled voices. Just as he was about to leave he heard Sam yelling “Why don’t we just ban clothes from China instead!”
Josh let out a sigh. He hadn’t seen Sam this pissed off in a long time. He went back to his office, closing the door this time, and turned on his TV to C-SPAN. Suddenly there he was, speaking on the House floor, Congressman Foley in all his bigoted glory.
There was a loud snapping sound, and Josh looked down to see that he had broken the pen he was holding.
“That’s it, this guy’s had it.”
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sexynetra · 17 days
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Hiiiii may I humbly ask you to write a little planymphia excerpt for us? I love your writing and I love this pairing ❤️
Hi bestie I am way ahead of you I already have multiple planymphia things in the works I tried to stay away but I got converted into it 🤭 here’s just a tiny little intro I wrote in my mind on my drive home from work today
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Jane didn’t believe in love at first sight. She didn’t believe in love at second sight either, or third. Honestly, love was never really on her radar. Until she met Nymphia, that is.
Nymphia shouldn’t have been anything special. She was just a girl, like all the rest. Another pretty girl for Jane to bring home from the bar and then never see again.
Sex wasn’t complicated. Hookups weren’t complicated. Jane enjoyed pretty women and they enjoyed her. But emotions were messy, and Jane didn’t do mess.
Nymphia was messy. Everything about her was chaos and impulsion wrapped up in a yellow-haired bow. Jane should have run when she still had the chance.
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jakes3resin · 1 month
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Okay one snippet of Courting Fic and I'm going to sleep.
Gale sucks in a breath behind them, the sound deafening in the near silent room. Bucky can’t help the blush that blossoms on his cheeks. Embarrassment races through him at being seen in such a state by the Alpha. God he must look so silly right now. He shouldn’t have let Curt do this. What had he been thinking acting like a lovesick pup over some flowers? He reaches up to tug out the buds, but Curt’s hands fall upon his own stopping him.
“You look real pretty Bucky, real pretty.” Curt doesn’t say it like a tease. He doesn’t say it like a joke. He says it like it’s the most important statement he’ll ever say. He stares up at Bucky refusing to let him break eye contact. “Right, Buck?”
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atiyasnake · 8 months
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Broskies, my homies, my guys, fellas, pals, besties, brother in christ, my ride and die, strangers, peeps, my lovelies, ya'll. . . I write fanfic for the fun of it.
For the lil bit that my brain gets hooked on and what's to check out, twist around, make into something a lil different and new. For the source material that just Ahhh I want to enjoy more in dif ways. For the story ideas and tropes and scene ideas that pop up in my head at times where I'm in a rush to write it down or type it out. For the love I have of fanfic written by others.
I'm not a professional, I'm not a genius with words, grammar, rules on how to write stories, and characters, but I try.
I'm just a regular human being who decided to write for fun and share it with other people for the small chance that 'hey maybe someone would enjoy this'
I've got my own problems in life. My own faults and insecurities. I'm not perfect.
So like maybe. . . just be kind.
If you enjoy what I've written, I am super duper to the max ecstatic that you did. Like smiling like a fool and in awe that another person likes something I've made. And if you didn't, then I hope you can find something you do enjoy.
Like I said, I'm not perfect. I have different tastes and a different way of thinking about how I want to handle something in a story or event that happened in the show, etc. I might have made something full of what would be considered mistakes. (You'll probably find a few in this very post)
You might not like it. You might not even understand why I wrote it. You might think it's the stupidest thing someone could have written and that I need to fix it or even just delete it.
You have a right to your opinion.
I know there's fics and prompts and stuff I don't like. But I just keep on looking for something I will like, because I know that a human being made it. Another person out there wanted to write it, and they did and then decided 'hey maybe someone might want to see it' and other people do. Might not have been me, but it was for someone else, so I'll let them enjoy it.
But I didn't go out of my way to tell them I didn't like it. To tell them all the things I thought were wrong or didn't understand. I didn't tell them how I thought they should 'fix it'. I didn't go out of my way to make another person feel bad about something they created for fun and freely shared with others.
I didn't do that because that is not kind and is not the type of person I want to be. Because again, I am a human being.
So look for things you enjoy and make you happy. Be kind to the people who are sharing these things with you. Don't discourage and insult them. Only give criticism if they explicitly asked you to.
You don't know these people. You don't know what going on in their lives. Your words can have huge effects on a person. So make sure that it's a positive one.
Yes, some writing is bad. Yes, some may seem cringy, stupid, nonsensical. But there is no law in the universe that says everything must be perfect. It's OKAY if things are bad, cringy, stupid, nonsensical. Some people are just beginning in writing, some are very young, some may struggle with writing, some may just want to write a dumb fun crazy story. LET THEM.
Let them grow and enjoy what they are doing.
Let them be human!
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ripplerain · 8 months
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Gummies, a short comic
(I’m no writer so bear with me)
Nika is acting strange
grabbing hold of the mechanic’s hand
Chuchu takes Nika to the Earth House dorms to see what’s up
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Once standing now her back suddenly against the floor
Chuchu realized
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she was the bottom of this relationship
Woah…Nika…
She’s on top of her
uniform unzipped
Where did the tie go?
The mechanic was leaning closer
she’s so…wobbly…ah…she fell over
Nika was now lying beside her making grunting noises
What’s gotten into her?! This isn’t like her at all…
“Nika-nee…”
Wait, what is that?
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What the hell?
Gummies?
Is this what’s causing her to act so strangely?
Where did she even get these?!
Chuchu glanced over at Nika
She’s sitting now
and…chewing something..!!
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She got it out
Nika on the other hand was now clenching Chuchu’s jacket tightly
She would NOT let go
Damn it Nika…
The mechanic brought the jacket down to Pom-Pom’s feet and pulled
Chuchu reluctantly stepped out of it as Nika kept pulling
The mechanic fell back, jacket in her grasp
Ah…she took my jacket…
Chuchu raised a hand to reach out towards Nika to give it back
but she was hugging it dearly
no clear sign of giving it up
Chuchu blushed
Cute…
She turned around, scratching the back of her neck
Well, it can’t be helped..
She looked back at Nika who was rubbing her face all over her pink jacket
Nika…
Chuchu walked over to her mechanic
squatting down, arms over her knees
Nika fell over to her side, giggling with the jacket in her face
Chuchu chuckled,
“You’re so drunk, Nika-nee.”
This wasn’t the time to play around though
even Chuchu knew that
She placed her hands under Nika and lifted her up
carrying her in her arms
Yeah she can carry her
Nika was taller but it wasn’t going to stop Chuatury Panlunch
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Chuchu had notified the other Earthian girls via text to come to the dorms
She explained the situation and handed the near-empty bag of gummies to Aliya
Lilique placed her hands on her knees and looked down at a now sleeping Nika
She was worried
Nika wasn’t looking too good
The three knew they couldn’t take Nika to the nurse’s office
They would get in so much trouble for having these kind of gummies on campus
knowing they wouldn’t even get a chance to explain because they’re Earthians
then again
How did Nika even get these? There’s no way she’d eat these if she knew what was actually in them
Did she not notice the taste? Well, Chuchu didn’t know how they tasted like
For all she knows they could taste the same as regular gummies or even better!
Someone must have given these to Nika, saying they were just normal fruity gummies
Chuchu was going to get to the bottom of this
but for now
she’s going to stay by Nika’s side and look after her
Bonus:
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thatonegayship · 6 months
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I loved the cowboy comic so much that I wrote a oneshot for it. https://archiveofourown.org/works/50934235 🥺 your art is BEYOND amazing, ty for the food
INCREDIBLE!!!!!
#billdip#I honestly loved this story start to finish with the ambience and quick pace#hadn't considered the possibility of Bill and Dipper actually working *together* but it's always a good time when they do ❤️#sorry it took so long to reblog 🥲#I read it like- Right when you posted. But I had to catch a plane and then drive an extra hour home and immediately get on zoom for class#and today i was just all around exhausted so i slept roughly 70% of the entire day dndsjdndnd#all that to say that I had your fic in the back of my mind and I very much wanted to set some time aside and re-read it when I got the chan#honestly with how well you set things up I would've loved to see your own rendition of their first kiss#You established their relationship really well at the start and brought them together by the end after outsmsrtong those bandits#it feels like you have a better understanding of who they are to each other than even i do 😌 very much a fan#i love when stories incorporate those sort of 'habits' that the love interests fall into#that confuses character A while character B is so clearly using it as an excuse to get close and spend more time with them#i squealed like a maniac when Bill was like oooph lemme walk you home 😏🤠#sir i am going to wrangle you up if you don't compose yourself#and Dipper's just wary of him because people as handsome as bill used to pick on him 😢#little does he know he's grown into a 10/10 cutie patootie that any cowboy would be stupid NOT to smooch#I'm a simple man. I read oblivious low-confidence cowboy being pursued by a hottie on a horse. I lose my shit#Awesome wonderful writing!!! so happy to have caught your eye and i hope to continue pumping out content for this wonderfully weird ship
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hakaiart · 1 year
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f to my parasite mu dreams </3 i thought i may as well finish this right now since otherwise id never post it
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kinos-fortress-2 · 5 months
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ok before i continue to do the other 11 stickers... still not sure what you guys think about this...
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the theme for the stickers was just like how i explained in my other post, just ugly beheaded heads of the tf2 characters... im just planning to do 14 stickers because hell nah that idead of making all tf2 characters was crazy from my part (still 14 is more insane ha)
and well... uhuh.
oh yeah
DONT REBLOG THANKS.
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Inukag Week day 5: Heat
Yesterday's story was over 5000 words and I didn't even post on time. Today you get a snippet lol
@inukag-week
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Summertime Savage
Kagome sighed in relief, setting down the last basket.
"Alright! Everyone ready?"
"Hard to say, since you haven't told us what we're doing," Shippo pointed out, "but I took off my vest and shirt, if that's all you meant."
"It is! And since it's been so hot lately, I thought a water balloon fight would be a fun way to beat the heat!" Kagome explained, picking up one of the colorful balloons.
"Ready as I'll ever be," Sango hummed, sounding unsure. Kagome had brought a swimsuit for her to borrow, and a skirt to go over it if she wanted it, which she had.
"Don't worry, you look great! And if Miroku gets handsy, just start chucking," Kagome grinned, tossing the balloon to Sango. She caught it easily, careful not to squeeze the taut rubber. "Oh! Shippo, here, these are for you, too!"
Kagome grabbed the bag she'd carried the balloons and hand pump in, picking out a pair of children's gardening gloves.
"Is this part of the game?" He asked, pulling the first glove over his hand.
"Not typically, but most kids who have water balloon fights don't have sharp claws. They're not much fun when every balloon pops in your hand before you get to throw it."
"Not that I'm complaining, Kagome," Miroku assured as he and Inuyasha returned to the group, stripped down to their hakama trousers, "But what exactly is the objective of this game?"
"There isn't like, a win condition, per se. It's just trying to land as many hits as you can while not getting hit. Like a snowball fight, but better, because it's hot out, so getting hit with something cold is actually nice," she shrugged, going back to the bag. "Here, Inuyasha, I have gloves for you, too."
"Feh, I don't need 'em," he huffed.
Kagome watched as Shippo narrowed his eyes, picking up one of the balloons with his own gloved hands.
"Hey, Inuyasha," he hucked a bright orange balloon. "Catch!"
Inuyasha reached out to catch the balloon, which he did.
And then he closed his hand around it, which punctured the delicate material. He squawked in surprise at the jolt of cool water, clenching his fist around the shredded balloon.
"You little brat!"
Snatching the gloves from Kagome's hands, he gave Shippo about a second's head start, picking up one of the baskets and beginning to chase him down.
"Spend all morning pumping balloons by hand so we can have a fun afternoon, and now they're being used in anger," Kagome sighed, shaking her head. Kagome patted her shoulder, flashing a smile.
"Don't worry so much, Kagome. This is just how they have fun, you know?"
"You think so?"
"For sure," she nodded, still smiling as she took a balloon in each hand and turned her gaze on Miroku. "I'm starting to see the appeal as well."
"Sango?" Miroku asked, smiling through his nerves. "Sango, let's talk about this!"
"Start running, Monk!"
Kagome sighed, but smiled, eyes flashing at the sight of Inuyasha, who had chased Shippo to the low boughs of the nearest tree.
"Kagome! Kagome help!"
"Get down here and face me!"
Picking up an armload of water balloons, Kagome strode over, hucking the first at the back of his head. Another indignant squawk escaped him, and he whipped around to stare at her
"Why don't you pick on someone your own size?"
"What? Like you?" He asked smugly. Smirking, she threw another balloon, hitting him square in the chest. With a laugh, he picked up a balloon from his basket, and Kagome got one more shot in before she took off running with a laugh, Inuyasha taking chase automatically.
The valley surrounding the base of the waterfall echoed with shrieks and laughter for more than two hours. Kagome had to implement a "no picking up baskets" rule when Sango took two and used Kirara to implement a tactical air strike against Miroku, and Shippo had eventually gotten his shirt back and began filling it with balloons, tackling people as a means of attack. Miroku had thought to use his staff to deflect the projectiles, but they usually ended up splashing him anyway. The absolute enragement from Inuyasha whenever a balloon he threw managed to not pop on impact was hilarious to watch, but he was still clearly having a good time.
Kagome had distracted him from targeting Sango, and gotten him to chase her again. The balloons had almost run out, she only had one more on her, and she wanted to make it count.
When she reached the dead end, Kagome turned, throwing the balloon, which caught him in the shoulder before he had her backed up against the base of the cliff, one hand planted to the side of her head, the other holding a red balloon
"What's your plan now, wench?" He asked with a superior smile
Kagome didn't answer, blinking up at him with wide eyes and a soft expression. She held his gaze, looking startled but not upset.
Inuyasha's brows furrowed in confusion for a moment, before Kagome's eyes moved down, looking Inuyasha over slowly, and his face erupted with warmth as he realized what she must be thinking.
"Y- Kagome I-!"
Quick as a flash, Kagome grabbed the hand with the balloon, which had lowered in his shock, and smashed it into his chest, splashing them both.
Inuyasha grunted in surprise, eyes blown wide. And before he could even yell in indignation, Kagome pecked his cheek, reaffirming his shock.
Slipping out from between him and the rock, Kagome grinned as he turned to look at her again.
"Turnabout. Not a bad plan, for a wench," she laughed, winking at him before bolting back to the baskets, to see if she could get her hands on one more balloon and definitely not to distract herself from what she'd just done.
Inuyasha watched her run, a tiny, incredulous smile on his lips, before he took chase once more.
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I'd love to hear about Bittersweet QuinFox or aro4ace codywan!
Oh thank you dear 👀 I'm going with the aro4ace CodyWan on this one! It's a relatively new WIP spawned by a chat with @loverboy-havocboy (who didn't want to write it so ig it falls to me). Basically, after the war in a no-O66 AU, Cody decides to ask Obi-Wan out and it Does Not Go Like Planned because Obi-Wan is aromantic and he does like Cody A Whole Lot™️but not quite like Cody likes him? That's about how far I've come but they do make it work (and Cody in the process finds out that he's ace which further complicates things but that's why it's so much fun).
Lil snippet:
The war was over. They were general and commander no more. Now, they were only Obi-Wan and Cody. And Cody had cleaned up nicely, in his own opinion, had wrapped himself in an ocher-colored tunic he’d bought with his first paycheck, had combed back his curly hair as best he could and had put the subtlest of glosses on his lips. Also, he’d bought flowers, blue ones, blue like Obi-Wan’s eyes, and long-stemmed and elegant, just like the man himself. And he kept remembering the way he’d sometimes turn his head on the bridge or in the command tent to find Obi-Wan swiftly looking away, an unmistakable blush blooming on his cheeks.
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a-pigeons-soliloquy · 10 months
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This is a scene that was sitting in my head since the end of season 2 lmao but it felt way too occ, but uh, with development of the third season I thinks is pretty reasonable
A prequel to this, if you will
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"I have a hard time believing he's got a nose between his eyes, yet here you are arguing he's a saint." He sideyed the hedgehog, before fully frowning once his eyes fell onto the fox next to him.
Admittedly Sonic was slightly taken aback by the hostility, but he maybe should've expected it by now. Living in an Eggman controlled world would make anyone cranky, so he can't exactly blame them.
"That fox cannot be trusted." Rebel echoed immediately after, as if Sonic didn't get their poor memo already. "Have you already forgotten everything he's done!" Taking a step forward she flaunted her wings dangerously.
Still, Sonic stood his ground and he crossed his arms while tapping his foot rapidly. He eyed the couple before him and did his best to push down the anger he felt at their remarks.
He had to remind himself they obviously don't have the full picture, and what they do have, does not paint Nine in the most positive light.
Patience. He's gotta be patient.
"I never said he's without fault." He started slowly, a dangerous edge to his voice. "Or that you have to forgive and forget every wrongdoing he's ever committed. But you guys are more antagonistic than necessary."
"Oh, I think endangering the entire Shatterverse and destroying people's homes is just a bit more antagonistic than simply being wary of such a person." Rebel mirrored his pose, minus the foot taping as she continued to eye him up and down.
"And holding grudges." Sonic sighed and he already saw the echidna's mouth open with shoulders rising, so he decided to cut him off then and there. He didn't feel like hearing the same thing twice.
"All got fixed in the end, and no one- er, everyone who got hurt is fine and kicking now, no?"
He forced some cheerfulness in. The atmosphere was suffocating, with tension so high you could cut it and serve like cake. He would go eat some cake after they're out of here actually. A reparation pay for Nine as well.
Speaking of which, he felt the fox shift behind him after a while of silence when the resistance leaders looked for a good rebuttable.
"Doesn't erase the fact we nearly did not make it. You nearly did not make it, because that little problem child of yours decided to throw a tantrum for whatever reason."
Knucks seemed to be the one with the most to say, and that somewhat grinned Sonic's gears more than necessary.
He narrowed narrowed his eyebrows dangerously.
Patience.
"Ok first of all, it wasn't for no reason, and second–"
"You're wasting your breath, Sonic."
Nine's surprisingly aloof voice interrupted him.
When looking back he saw the fox standing right behind him. Most likely hiding from the duo before them, but he was sure Nine would deny it if he phrased it like that.
"That's all you have to say for yourself, punk?"
Knucks was most definitely looking for a fight at this point, and Sonic would give him one, if he didn't feel a gentle tug on his glove.
"Have you considered that maybe he was just having a bad day?" Sonic shrugged. He was honestly done being serious at this point and he believed Nine to be right. In everything actually, this was a bad idea from the start. He thought he was better at listening to his friends now, yet he seemingly remained just as stubborn as before.
"How many people do you know that go destroying a whole universe just because they had a bad day!?" It was Rebel's turn to snap as she lifted herself above Sonic with a glare.
The hedgehog just smirked "A few. And they have less salt up theirs than you guys." And he turned to leave, gently placing a hand around Nine to guide him away before things would escalate beyond control. This whole situation was his fault, with Nine as uncomfortable as he was, it was best to just exit entirely.
"Leaving already?" Knucks crossed his arms as he raised his eyebrow tauntingly.
"Still don't get what you see in him." Rebel sighed as she hopped back down onto the solid ground, "Keep him out of trouble, will you, Blue?" Rebel tried with a softer tone, but Sonic ignored her.
Except they didn't get far as Knucks bumped into them purposefully on their way forward.
"You're actually going the way we intended to. Really happy to see you again but we have work to do."
Just what was this guy's problem.
"Shame you decided to waste your time on that little freak, would've been much more useful here."
Nine went deathly still under Sonic's hold and the hedgehog's blood ran cold.
"What? Was that too mean?"
He vaguely saw the echidna was now under Rebel's scrutinizing gaze, but most of his attention was on Nine.
"Bud? You ok there?" Sonic asked, uncertain. Hundreds of scenarios ran through his mind at lightspeed but he didn't even have time to hope the worst of them won't come true when he saw Nine's ears pin to his skull.
Sonic reacted on pure instinct and the next thing he felt was a painful sting in his forearm and sharp metal digging into his back.
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My cousin, a published writer, a well-known poet in my country and a literature professor, for whom I've always been no.1 support ever since her first attempts at writing in high school, told me that I must stop writing as a hobby because that's her thing and since I'm writing fantasy mostly my writing could never have any important artistic value anyways.
#what happened was that i was feeling really down these past few days#like mental health dead in mariana trench#and i went to visit her because she lives like 10 minutes away and has a cat i can play with#but yesterday morning a friend of mine made a fanart (i guess i can call it that) of a fanfic i am writing for the five of them#she sent it to me and said she's also working on an actual painting on a camvas of her fave scene from my original story#and i was so surprised and exicted#that's actually a too mild description#and when i was visitting my cousin i showed her the pic of the drawing on my phone and explained it to her and she just said ....ehh..#and started texting someone#i was sitting there feeling stupid and thinking wow you could have at least praised my friend's art sytle or something#and when i was getting ready to leave she asked me if i was aware my writing has no artistic merit and fantasy is trivial literature#so i should just stop wasting time on that and focus on developing my art style more for her future poetry collections#i do the art for her book covers#and added how we already have an established writer in the family so i should focus on my role - becoming a good pharmacist#and she knows how much i hate that i'm studying pharmacy like it's the no.1 cause of me hating the direction in which my life is going#finished it off by saying she feels like what she's doing in going to be really great and important on a large scale one day#and how she wants me to continue being her shadow that follows and supports her#i left went home and started at a wall for hours#i just feel so dumb for getting excited over a silly drawing of something not more than 5 people will ever read#i genuinely hate the idea of people reading anything i write so most likely writing will just remain a hobby for me#and now i feel like the most stupid person on earth and am this close to deleting all my word documents from both my laptops
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dazais-crab-addiction · 7 months
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Guys guys guess what!!! I'm still struggling with health issues and writing takes a lot of effort I just don't have the energy for. But some friends decided it could be fun to do a little fanfic/fanart collab. And it's just a silly casual thing so its okay that it will take me a really long time. So im gonna be working on an enby Dazai fic that will get fanart with it!!!! I'm really excited. I hope it turns out good. This will be the first project I'm working on since I went of hiatus and im worried it will escalate my issues again but im going to try anyways. Wish me luck!!!!
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achairwithapandaonit · 2 months
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opened up my google docs the other day to find all my bungou wips from back before i started using libre office (and also switched fandoms) and i immediately began re-writing one of them. like, they all still appeal to me so much in a way that doesn't happen often with my fics. definitely something to do with how many of the light novels i read - those really sparked something in me.
anywayyyy because i'm proud of this little bit i'm gonna share the opening scene for the one i'm rewriting. (it's actually such a struggle not to rant about this one, but if i ever post it i do want it to be kind of a surprise. like i want soooo bad to reveal how i plan to end the fic, but that would spoil the ending. sad)
‘The Armed Detective Agency is innocent.’ It’s funny, the way the book interprets things. The words scrawled over it’s page were written by someone naive, honest, and all around desperate. Simple though they are, they weren’t misinterpreted. The meaning isn’t lost; Dazai doesn’t suddenly become innocent of his laundry list of crime, and none of Kyouka’s victims suddenly find themselves alive. The book erases the crimes pinned on them by the Decay of the Angel, and nothing else. It sought out only what was intended. If someone else had used the book, the outcome may have differed. Different thought patterns mean different outcomes mean different capabilities of using the book to get what is wanted – in theory, at least. Idiots get what they want, because they don’t think deeply. The book seeks no further and finds nothing to complicate. In the same simple way the Detective Agency’s innocence was written, making a person must be easy. For an idiot. It must be simple, for someone who doesn’t think. Or, for someone who isn’t aiming to create much. Sigma wasn’t borne of more than a line. A simple line, like, ‘The Armed Detective Agency is innocent.’. He found himself, in a way only a newborn can. Self-sufficient on the will of his author, he flavoured himself with humanity, gathering personality and experience bit by bit until he became ‘Sigma’. The situation changes when you try to create someone who has already existed.
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jazzy-mass · 9 months
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So. Restoration huh?
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