#screaming my dumbass ideas into the void ^-^

[girlshambogames]

lifesteal double life au ^-^ !! basically what it says on the tin:

i put all of the lsers into a randomizer wheel and paired them off. in my mind its kind of just a one off event that takes place during s6, its like its own little arc that goes for at least two weeks, possibly a bit longer tho!!! and i have removed certain players simply bc i cannot realistically imagine them logging in even for day 1 of the event LMFAO.

ls mechanics are the same— you kill you (and ur soulmate) gain a heart, you die and you (and ur soulmate) lose a heart. ADDITIONALLY, i heavily fw the idea that if ur soulmate is banned, you Also get banned ^-^ even if ur on 20, your hearts simply drop on the ground after u die if ur banned bc it makes things ✨️interesting✨️ tho thats all i have so if anyone has any other ideas or disagrees w me then pls feel free to tell me all abt it bc im just saying shit LOL

anyways! soulmates will be under the cut :D

[the people who have been excluded are leo, mrcube, redd, spep, terry, and vortex @_@ im sorry to fans of them i just can nawt imagine them participating for even a day]

and. dear fucking LORD do we have some crazy match ups oh my god?? 😭😭 the balancing is fucking insane bc to me hearts are NOT given or taken away for any sort of balancing purposes, they have what they had before the event started yk? so soulmates taking care of each other and communicating is even MORE important than anything

and like theoretically people are still in the teams they had before the event, theres technically no rules saying u Need to dedicate urself to your soulmate but considering the type of server ls is, keeping ur soulmate close to u is very likely life or death. like esp for a pair like say...planet and minute bc anyone who has a bone to pick w minute could so easily farm a planetlord over it nd ban them both from the server so being able to protect ur soulmate is just as important as staying safe yourself yk?

its crazy bc u have teams that are definitely just fucking cooked like planet & minute (current 7 heart chungus) or like pangi & jepexx, but u also have teams that are hella fucking cracked in Theory like mapicc & subz bc theyre both cracked at pvp but i actually just dont know how well theyd work as a pair or if theyd EVEN work together or if theyd just do their own thing and expect the other to not die LMFAO.

like, its just so interesting to think abt soulmate dynamics and how this event would affect each preexisting teams. how loyal people would feel towards their soulmates & whether this would change things after the event in regards to Team loyalty and who would grow attached to their soulmates after the fact......or who would hate their soulmates, and who would become enemies bc of this event LOL

[syrecjh]

HI HEHEHEHEHE r ur requests open?? if not, pls ignore this

if it's open, here's my humble request!

sooo what abt angst to fluff BUT it's smth related to bakugo crying or smth. like maybe they fought and it was really bad, like the argument started small until it escalated into how u thought bakugo doesnt give a fuck abt you especially during arguments because he barely shows any emotion other than anger, and like, he barely opens up to you about his feelings. so you asked for space for a bit and went back to ur apartment.

idk how to adjust the flow BUT the following scene is that you come back to his apartment to apologize (maybe make the timeskip within the day of the fight) and catch him crying?? or idk FEEL FREE TO EDIT THIS IDEA WAS SUCH A SCRAMBLE

then you end it with tooth rotting fluff!!!

thats all hehe pls PLEASE im begging make edits to improve this istg this is like my definition of pregnancy cravings. if u do make this req THANK YOU ALREADY I LOVE YOU 🫶🫶🫶🫶 (im too shy to say thanku once u post it hehe)

➽─��❥The Silence After the Storm

— and the soft thunder of ‘please don’t go'

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ || katsuki bakugo x reader,

You and Katsuki Bakugo had built something—quietly, fiercely, stubbornly—from the ground up.

From days of burnt pancakes and early hero patrols to nights of tangled limbs in the safety of his penthouse, where city lights spilled through the curtains like spilled stardust. You, a dedicated professor with a quiet strength. Him, Dynamight, the explosive heart of heroism, loud where you were patient, storm where you were sea. Somehow, it worked.

But love, even the fiercest kind, cracks when it's left in silence too long.

The fight had started with something small. It always did. A stupid comment in the middle of dinner. A snap in his tone that you weren’t in the mood to forgive. A careless word. A sharp glance. Maybe it was how you were tired—God, so tired—of being the only one in the room who cried when you argued.

"You always shut me down," you had said, voice shaking. "You never let me in."

"And you always blow shit out of proportion," he had snapped back, his hands clenched, not in anger, but in self-preservation.

It spiraled. One moment, it was an argument; the next, it was a breaking point.

You weren’t asking for grand declarations. You weren’t asking for him to cry. But maybe once, just once, you wanted him to show that his silence meant pain and not indifference.

So you’d said it.

“Sometimes I feel like you don’t give a fuck.”

And he’d gone still. Not shouting this time. Not stomping. Just that awful, infuriating stillness that made you feel like you were yelling into a void. His only answer had been, “That’s not true,” and somehow, that hurt worse than if he’d screamed.

You told him you needed space. That you’d be staying at your old apartment for a while. You waited for him to argue.

But all he said was: "Okay. If that’s what you need."

No begging. No fury. Just quiet.

And that was the worst part.

For days, he texted. Not excessively—just enough.

"Morning. You eat already?"

"Patrolled Shibuya today. Some kid recognized me by my boots. Dumbass hero fashion sense, huh?"

"Let me know when you’re ready. I’ll come pick you up. Or I'll just leave the door open. Whatever you want"

It was so… normal. So Bakugo. It made you think he was okay. That he was holding it together like he always did.

Two days passed. Then three. He texted. Just enough to say he cared.

It was so… normal. So Bakugo. It made you think he was okay. That he was holding it together like he always did.

It felt like he was fine.

So why weren’t you?

On the fifth day, the guilt outweighed the silence.

You didn’t tell him you were coming. Just packed the same bag you left with. No fanfare. No long thoughts. You told yourself you didn’t expect much when you unlocked the door—but what you found knocked the air from your lungs.

Katsuki was in the kitchen. The lights were low, one of your cardigans slung over the couch. A dish half-eaten on the counter. His back was to you. His shoulders were slumped. And when he turned to the soft sound of the door closing—

His eyes were red.

Not bloodshot.

Red from crying.

You stood there. Frozen. Because Katsuki Bakugo—gruff, unbreakable, stubborn Katsuki—had tears drying on his cheekbones, the rawness still etched across his face. You hadn’t even known he could cry like that. Not in front of you. Not in front of anyone.

“I thought you were fine,” you whispered, voice trembling.

He exhaled sharply, turning his face from you like he was ashamed to have been caught hurting. “Yeah, well,” he muttered, voice rough, “I’m a pretty damn good liar when I wanna be.”

You stepped forward, dropping your bag beside the couch. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

“’Cause you already think I don’t give a fuck,” he bit out—but there was no fire behind it. Just rain. “Didn’t want to prove you right.”

And suddenly, you were in his arms, and he was burying his face in your shoulder like he was trying to hide in your heartbeat. You cupped the back of his head, ran your fingers through his hair, whispering, “I didn’t mean that. I was hurting. I just—I needed to know it hurts you too.”

He pulled back, just enough to look at you—eyes tired, voice barely above a breath.

“It does. It fucking hurts. I just don’t know how to show it. I’m not used to people caring this long.”

You laughed—quiet, watery. “You’re a terrible communicator.”

“I know.”

“But I’m worse at staying away.”

He kissed you like a man returning home, hands trembling just slightly as they curled around your waist. And when he finally pulled back, forehead resting against yours, he whispered like a vow:

“Don’t leave again.”

Then, a little softer—

“This is your home too. I built it for us. You sleep here. You eat here. You cry here. You stay here.”

A pause.

“Stay with me.”

You nodded.

Later that night, he tucked you into the bed that still smelled like you, curled up behind you like a storm learning how to be soft.

And when morning came, it was you who reached first for his hand, and him who whispered into your hair:

“This time… I’ll try harder. For us.”

And he did.

Because love wasn’t perfect.

But it was real.

And this time, it didn’t walk away.

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This is such a cute req!!! I had fun writing it, sorry it took me a while🥺 I hope you enjoy xoxo💜💜

[luckystarchild]

I just recently dipped my trembling toes into the ocean of writing and OH MY DAYS—it took me TWO WHOLE MONTHS to cough up 30k words LMAOO

AND YOU!! OVER A GODDAMN MILLION??! You are not human. You are a writing DEMIGOD!!!!! I am in awe... and also mildly terrified for your mental state HAHAHA

But for real, this whole thing has slapped me in the face with a new lever of respect. Like, I already admired your work before, okay?? I wasn't a complete dumbass 😭 but now?? Now I see.

The vision. The blood, sweat and existential dread behind every chapter. And the fact that you do this FOR FREE?? OUT OF SHEER LOVE??? GET OUT WE DON'T DESERVE YOU 😭

And it's not even just the writing. My story haunts me. I'll be walking down the street, minding my own business, and BAM—random plot idea. I'm jotting down ideas constantly, rearranging scenes in my head, spiraling over vibes and vibes only. Writing is not a task, it's a lifestyle. A curse. A beautiful suffering.

And the worst part?? I want to write. SO BAD. I want to sit down and just vomit lore all over my screen. But then life shows up like, "Haha here's 12 deadlines, a rent payment, and your soul slowly decaying in capitalism." I am fighting demons every day 😭 You've been doing this for almost a decade!! HOW??

Idk where I'm going with this tbh, I just needed to SCREAM into the void and say: authors are suffering right alongside readers. We wanna get to the next chapter too!! We just gotta fight life first.

Anyway. Y'all (we?? HAHA) deserve all the flowers. And snacks. And naps. And unlimited validation. Please never forget that!

I hope you're drinking water, getting enough rest, and occasionally touching grass (but only if it sparks joy). Sending lots of love, admiration and a standing ovation from some undisclosed location on this hellish little planet.

Forever in awe,

—A fan, a fellow feral writer and a humble goblin of the craft 💗

FIRST OF ALL: What the fuck do you mean, implying writing 30,000 words in two months is somehow slow or not enough? Babe, I'm lovingly gripping you by the face and speaking to you from half an inch away when I say that's fucking fantastic. Sorry if I spat on you at all when I hissed that in tones of very tough love. Do not downplay your achievement. Do some math and wrestle with the knowledge you wrote what amounts to 500 words a day consistently for 60 goddamn days and that's more consistency and dedication to writing than some people show in a lifetime, what do you MEAN only 30k???? And just so you don't think I'm blowing smoke, I wrote about 31,000 words of Lucky Child over the last 60 days, plus a little for A Good Cup of Foe, and this is as productive I've been in a VERY long time. I'm trying to update LC monthly and 15k a month is basically an entire LC chapter and that means you wrote two months of LC updates, to put it in perspective. You and me, we are the same. We were producing roughly the same amount at the same time. I'd be SO HAPPY with 30k in two months, over the moon, ecstatic, and you should be too.

Also if you average out how many words I wrote per day since LC was published and you don't strip out the time I spent on hiatus not touching the project with a ten foot poll, it's also about 500 words per day. So like, again: You and me? Same. Same. Now just multiply what you did by a few years. That's all there is to it!

Truthfully, though, I've been doing this a lot longer than LC reflects. Before LC, I wrote a fanfic (another nearly-million-word monster) under another name and that took like 5 years or something to finish, so really I've been doing this for... well, a long time. And as a kid/highschooler I was writing, too, though not at the same volume or as consistently.

POINT BEING, high output for writing takes practice, and you just had two months of EXCELLENT practice. It's all about building a habit, and you're doing exactly that. That urge you feel to keep writing is the result of practice paying off. You should be so proud of yourself. Now all you have to do is keep writing. You'll look back in 10 years at your million words and smile.

... granted, you'll also be limping a little, and you might have calluses on your wrists from where they hit your desk while typing, and your eyesight might be a bit worse, and the font you use while writing might've gone up a few sizes to account for that, and there may be a few new character voices screaming at you to write their stories. There wasn't any grey in my hair when I started LC, but there is now. Every strand is a sign I made it out alive, and like you said, there's a lot to survive these days. But we can do it. It's just 500 words a day until you fucking drop. Simple, really.

(I say "simple," but after 60 days of work, you now know the truth. Writing is an exercise in suffering. Every moment spent writing is a bloody, exhausting battle. Writing is pain. Creating is pain. Every letter I type wounds me. But the only thing that hurts worse than writing is NOT WRITING, so... I write. Because if I didn't, I might actually die. Lucky Child haunted me every single day I wasn't writing it and it haunts me even now as I reply to this ask.)

Anyway. Replace "Comedy" in this scene with "writing" and you get the gist:

ANYWAY. Thank you for this very sweet message, but please recite it to yourself in the mirror, too! YOU ARE A WRITER and you wrote 30k words in 60 days and that is AMAZING. Thank you so much for the encouragement. WE deserve it!

[bulbabutt]

Thank you for being a bastion of sanity amidst the growing "but proshippers! But incest! But RPF!" purity culture's nonsense.

I'm so tired of being afraid to admit that I've even read a fanfic/fancomic because that same person might have a DIFFERENT ACCOUNT where they indulge in a problematic ship. And therefore they are "bad" and by association, I could be labeled "bad" for having looked at something completely unrelated and tossed on a block list.

It's asinine. Yet I'm too afraid to even get off anon because I know I don't have the mental fortitude to survive a potential online witch hunt.

So thank you, I wish you all the strength to keep screaming the words I cannot.

honestly youre not the first person to send me an anon about this, i just tend to feel just as afraid of responding to them as much as you are afraid of coming off anon. i think because while ill post things in vague context, it becomes another thing when someone says it out loud, yknow? but i appreciate it, knowing im not just screaming into a void where no one likes what i have to say.

i think what i will say is im not the only one who THINKS like i do, but i am just dumb enough to be loud and annoying about it. its kind of a thing where i'd never say anything specific because like... some people are so vicious and will demand blood if they get a whiff if i mention anything vaguely. the fact i have to be afraid to say 'people dont mind' for their own safety is crazy, huh?

i think that thing youre saying about being worried by association from association was the same first time i had this thought. i was reading something so good so deep something that effected me so deeply from how well it was talking about the realistic effects of incestuous abuse, and then i went to see what else the author had written and i was like. oh. theres just regular incest in here too. and that was kind of a moment of hm.. perhaps i need to think more about what really matters here. the fact i can engage with what i want and just say 'oh i see what else you do, thats not for me so i will just not engage with that'

so it hurts worse when theres the idea of someone engaging with art they like that has nothing 'weird' going on, then suddenly getting hit with screaming that that artist has a side account theyre not advertising where they make weird art that they are keeping FULLY separate from the account in question. like i do not see how that helps anybody in that situation.

then theres the generalization of it. the idea that maybe all you did was draw like. 19 yr old versions of two 15 yr olds kissing, and suddenly that gets you put on a list of people who will draw literal children in sexual situations, gets you put in that same boat without question. that shit is so cruel to me, that these things all get painted with the same brush. equally as bad, equally as deserving of being ostracized. or the idea that you get put on that list for not caring about if strangers ship things on the internet, makes you just as bad as someone who makes it. i really just hate this entire culture.

idk im... old school i guess? back in my day youd watch a shitty cartoon that had over 20 characters in it so you could smash them together in whatever ship suited you. crack ships were the bread and butter of me and my friends, shit that made no sense but in your own head. the idea of being anti... shipping at all is so... thats very weird. shipping as a thing is very much what fandom was ever made for in the first place? like. im not kidding, learn your history if you dont know that (middle age women shipping kirk and spock)

back when i was a kid i watched this tv show called kim possible, and i was a kid who didnt know shit about themselves seeing a pretty villain lady for the first time who called the main character who was a girl princess. i didnt know what to make of that, i didnt know the age difference between them i was a dumbass child, they were both drawn the same way! then im like 12 years old on the internet, i see theres a ship of the teenage girl and this like 30 yr old villain woman. do you think my 12 year old self saw the problematic nature and thought deeply about the morals of said ship? no. i was like 'holy shit i wish i was the teenage girl dating shego. why do i like this? oh god im a lesbian'

again. i was a child. what are you gonna do, go back in time and arrest my 12 year old ass for looking at pg rated fanart of women kissing on the internet? we didnt HAVE real representation yet! there was no korrasami, no rupphire, no bubbline, no lumity! shipping was the only place you could see stuff that was gay! and it being GAY would get you in more trouble than it having an age gap!

the fact is people WOULD cancel me now for that, wouldnt you?! thats where we're at. that IS a problematic ship, id be put on a blocklist in todays internet for being a child who crushed on villains. i didnt make it, i didnt create for it, i just looked at it and that would get you in trouble now!!! thats crazy.

i know thats a random tangent to go off on, but like..... hhhhh i dont know man. sometimes it seems like people want the internet to pass by broadcasting standards and practices and thats!!! bad!!! let people experiment with their weird shit as they figure themselves out, its so fucking normal. youre not a bad person for looking at things on the internet, youre not a bad person for engaging with things, youre not a bad person for being horny online! especially if you make your own fucking space for it?? a space easily blacklistable, with trigger warnings and EVERYTHING... we didnt have those when i was a kid, so some things are better, but culture is just worse.

i dunno. i just think i would not have thrived in this environment as a teenager. im glad im old and know better, but i worry about the lessons kids are learning from this. to feel ashamed, to bottle shit up, its not good for you. be kind to yourself, be kind to others. we're all working through shit in our own ways.

sorry for another long annoying post

[rokishimizu4]

Jason’s no good, very bad night

I don’t own anything but my symbiotic! Reader and their gang, and the story idea. Warning: feral behavior from reader, blood, implying men doing drugs, vomiting, and such.

@xe-idiotic-dragon: Here you go!!!

Frank and Carlos are not impressed with a couple of men begging for their lives, as it happens every time some dumbasses think that they can try to coming into Hood’s territory.

However, what did impress them was the fact that the men ran for their lives, suffering from major blood loss, before Frank could call up Hood.

Took one look behind them and froze in fear as something made from the black and purple ooze slowly crawls its way up the alleyway walls, pulsing like it had a heart.

To the two men’s continued horror, the mass begins to make crying sounds and gagging, like a child choking on something.

Frank, a father of two teenage boys and a baby girl, recognizes the sound of that of an actual human choking and rushes forwards, just as the mass collapse on itself, leaving behind a small humanoid figure.

(I’m a small adult so I’m making reader small) The figure tries to take a breath but struggles as if something was caught in its throat. The two men panic and rushes the figure to the hideout, screaming for Hood.

Red Hood (Jason) just begins a phone call to Red Robin (Tim) to check up on him when his two best men rushes in screaming about an alien goop child choking.

Cue the weirdest big brother instinct ever! Tood hangs up the phone and rushes towards the ‘kid’ choking, only to have to back away as the things starts throwing up half-digested brain pieces, along with liquid powered stuff.

The men are terrified but the figure keeps crying and throwing up and they all are trying to figure out what to do.

Finally Jason texts Grandpa Alfred, who took care of him when he was sick, while Frank and Carlos holds the figure away from the mess of brains, and what suspiciously looks like powered meth.

After hours of the figure throwing up everything, it settles down into a sniffling oozing mess of slime, oil, and bile.

Jason gets a called from Grandpa Alfred (Grandpas to save the day) and orders his men (the ones who came in at the wrong time to get to see the mess) to get warm water, a cup of watered down grape juice and a warm rag.

Cue Scooby-doo level of running as Frank and Carlos gently lay the figure on a blanket and let their boss do the work.

”Shit, the fuck did this kid eat? Methheads?” One of the men tries to joke, but it does not get anyone laughing.

Soon, somehow, the mess is cleaned up and the figure gets some water and juice down, and it thankfully stays down.

”Hey kiddo, I don’t know what the heck you are, but you’ll be fine. I got the best men on the job to take care of you.”

Hood’s men have seen him with kids and adults alike, and thank whatever deity they pray to that no one could survive without a brain, cause even with the helmet on, Hood was pissed.

Cue a few hours later of the figure getting a few more sips down and a chocolate bar, and Hood sends out a few men to find what was left of the figure’s ‘meal’.

The men return, only to see that everyone had somehow fallen asleep, an odd comforting scent of roasted S’mores, and a note laid on Hood’s chest thanking him for his help.

The next night, all the men received S’mores, homemade not store bought, and a long note thanking them for taking care of someone named ‘Void Sleeper’, who they figured was the figure covered in slime/oil/whatever, and the location of the wannabe drug dealer ring in Gotham.

[eighth-heroine]

me when my alleged friend thought i was flirting with them so they started flirting back hardcore and then i told them i have a bf and they still kind of wouldn’t take no for an answer telling me to break up with him but i didn’t and so over spring break they decided to stalk my instagram (presumably? i have no idea who they figured out who he is) and dm him screenshots of us “flirting” i assume in an effort to get him to immediately break up with me so i would run crying into their arms but little did they know my man has integrity and decided to ask me what it was all about and luckily i had already told him about how they had been flirting with me and stuff back when it happened so he knew about it already and believed me when i said it was a misunderstanding and that i didn’t know how to discourage them (i have very little experience in the realm of love but i accidentally flirt with people a lot which is a deadly combo) and so i apologized for saying things that gave the wrong impression and he said he trusts me (despite the very obvious framing of that person texting him that I had been flirting with THEM and it had crossed a line) (bffr) (they also sent him the screenshot where they told me to dump him so. dumbass moment)

anyways i’m PISSED bc he was worrying about that for days and who does this bitch think they are to try and break up my relationship?? i thought they were a friend i can trust but i guess i was wrong. anyway now i feel like i have to say something to them to let them know that i know what they did and that they crossed a line and i don’t want to be friends with them anymore. but idk what to say. if u got this far feel free to drop your two cents lol. that’s all today for Screaming Into the Void with wraith. see u next time! (hopefully not)

[aroacepotatoo]

fics finally out people!!! (Took my dumbass long enough)

Really happy to finally released this, it took way to long… (tumblr version below btw :3)

the flame and the flower

Chapter 1: falling into the field

"what?" Tango questioned, "Are you serious?!"

"Unfortunately..." Zed sighed.

"You've gotta be kiddinggg!" he whined, "You can't be out of redstone at a time like this!"

"Look I'm sorry Tango, but that's just the reality. I can't leave my shop to get more until tomorrow, so your just gonna have to wait."

Tango wanted to pout about it, but at this point he knew it'd get him no where. He sighed, "Oh geez, what am i meant to do now? The project I'm working on is almost finish and seeing it just sit there till tomorrow is gonna drive me crazy!"

"wellll, if your really that desperate, then i might have a solution for you." Zed said.

Tango's face lit up, "Really?"

"Mhm! There's a cave nearby here to the right that's quite small." he started, "It's not the cave i go to, but it does have a lot of materials last time i checked, and there was a surprising amount of redstone too, especially considering it doesn't go to deepslate."

"what does any of that have to do with my situation?"

Zed handed Tango an iron pickaxe, "what I'm saying is that, if your really in desperate need of redstone, then you can go there! Last time i checked, nobody else has even touched the place!"

Tango smiled at his best friend, "Oh my gosh, thank you so much Zed! I don't think you realize how helpful this is!"

Zed smiled back at him, "No problem!" he said, "Have fun with whatever your working on!"

"I will!" and with that, Tango walked off along with Torchy. Thankfully, Zed's shop was close to the edge of town, so he didn't have to try and avoid people. when he made it to the edge, before stepping on the grass, he instinctively flinched, suddenly fearing that he'd cause a forest fire by accident. He tried to push that fear aside though, but no matter how much he did, he still didn't exactly feel comfortable touching the grass, so he just opted to float to the cave instead. Torchy seemed to notice too, but he didn't make a comment on it.

As he started traveling through the forest, he quickly started regretting not asking Zed for more clear directions, because he was kind of confused. He admitedly wasn't too familiar with the forest, despite the fact that he'd lived next to it basically his entire life, so he didn't exactly know where he was going. Zed said that it was nearby to the left, but that's pretty vague all things considered. Oh void, he's lost, isn't he?! Oh who is he kidding, he's totally lost! He'd pasted by the same tree about ten times at this point, he has no idea where he's going and he doesn't even know how he got here!!

Tango started to panic a bit, fidgeting with his hands to try and calm his nerves. His tail flicking back and forth quite quickly, kicking up the loose grass on the ground. He doesn't really know what to do, his mind is just a blur of worry as he started thinking of every possible terrible outcome of this. Getting mauled by a bear, falling into a pit and starving to death, drowning in a river, getting attacked by wild animals, getting murdered and no one hearing him scream! There was thousands of ideas, and while a good third of them were quite unlikely, he couldn't help but overthink things.

He sat down next to the big tree and took a deep breath, "Oh void, what am i gonna do now..." he softly said to himself, "I have no idea where i am, let alone where home is..." he face planted into his knees and dramatically sighed. Torchy tried to comfort him by lightly patting his shoulder.

"Do you have any ideas Torch?" Tango asked him.

Torchy sheepishly shook his head no. Tango sighed, "I thought so." he stood up again, "wellll, i have no idea where we're going, but i guess we should keep on going?" he looked at his wisp for some form of reassurance. He nodded and hesitantly, they continued to travel into the forest. He was being quite cautious with every step, constantly look at his surroundings. But he wasn't paying much attention to the floor and suddenly--

Tango tripped and fell down a hill. Thankfully, it wasn't too big of a fall so he didn't get to hurt, there was just some scraps and bruises on his arms and knees. Torchy was also fine too, he can float after all and seem more concerned about Tango more than anything, asking him if he was ok.

"Yeah, I'm fine Torchy!" he insisted, "The fall wasn't that bad."

when Tango finally bothered to look up, he was surprised to find himself in...a flower field? Or, it seemed to something like that anyway. The place was covered head to toe with flowers, almost every kind under the sun to the point that it didn't seem natural. There was petals falling in the sky too. In the center of the field was this little mountain with what seemed to be a front of a house in the middle with a platform. There was also what appeared to be a lower level of house at the bottom of the mountain, there was another door and an outdoor storage area from what he could see. Close to him was a pond that look so clear he's pretty sure he could see his reflection. To be honest, the entire scene looked straight out of a fantasy novel. And Tango couldn't help but admire the place before standing up and dusting himself off.

And out of the corner of his eye, on top of the platform, stood a figure that seemed to have wings. He couldn't see it well from this far away, and when he turned to squint at the figure, it was gone. whatever it was, they must've left or something. Maybe they live here, or maybe it was stealing from the house? Either way, its none of his business and he's more concerned about getting home then being nosy. He started walking forward, trying to find some form of stairwell or path that could maybe lead him closer to home. He starts to wonder who even lives there though, i mean, there's got to be someone, right? This place doesn't really seem abandoned, sure there's vines everywhere, but it seemed liked someone still lived there. There was smoke coming out of the chimney of the house and he could see the lights on in there too. There has to be someone, righ--

"Hi!"

Tango shrieked and fell backwards. A canary stood before him when he looked up, offering they're hand, "Oh my void, I'm so sorry, are you ok?"

He was confused, but he took their hand never-the-less, "Y-yeah, I'm a-alright."

"Sorry for making you fall...again..."

"D-don't worry about it, I'm o-ok!" Tango insisted. It was at this point he actually took a good look at the avian. They had golden wings that faded into black at the tips, frizzy blonde hair with flowers in it that was tied into a messy bun, an off white sweater that sagged slightly off of their shoulder and these jean shorts that had different patches of fabric sewn onto the it as if to patch up holes. They were covered in a couple of scar and some dirt, the scar that stood out to Tango being one on the upper left side of their chest that kind of looked like a star, and they had these crystal blue eyes that looked like the colour of the ocean.

"...S-so, w-what's your n-name?" Tango awkwardly asked.

"Huh?" they questioned, until something clicked in their head, "Oh, OH, RIGHT! Sorry i forgot, my name's Jimmy! Nice to meet you!" he offered his hand out again.

Tango has admittedly always hated hand-shakes, and even though it kind of seemed impolite, he didn't shake his hand and just responded, "N-nice to meet you too! Name's Tango."

Jimmy seem a little confused as to why he didn't shake his hand, but he didn't question it, "Say, how did you end up here? Not many people ever really, y'know...v-visit me." he seemed a bit embarrassed to admit the last part of his sentence, his face lightly blushing.

"Oh, y-you see i-i was going into the forest to find a cave my friend told me about, and as you saw i uhhhh...k-kind of tripped and f-fell..."

"Oh, i see. Are you lost?" Jimmy asked.

Tango was embarrassed to admit it, but he really was lost, and maybe this guy can help him, "I-i...a-am lost. L-like, i don't e-even know where h-home is kind of l-lost."

"I figured." Jimmy seemed to have an idea before he spoke, "Say, do you...want to clean yourself up in my house?" he asked.

Tango was entirely confused, "H-huh?"

Jimmy seemed to catch how odd his offer sounded, his face flushing red as he was visibly flustered, "I-i m-mean, y-your c-covered in di-dirt f-from the f-fall, s-so i-i j-just t-thought yo-you'd want t-to c-clean y-yourself u-up i-is a-all!" he awkwardly chuckled.

"O-oh, i s-see." he was going to answer, but he suddenly had a question, "w-wait, d-do you l-live here?"

"Yeah!" Jimmy smiled, "I've lived here for years in fact! It's nice being connected to nature but it is quite...isolating..."

"Isolating?"

"Y-yeah, i d-don't r-really...h-have many f-friends." he admitted, "I mean i have my siblings, and i love them! B-but, they d-don't visit often, so most of the time i basically just have my cats."

"You have cats?"

"Yeah!" Jimmy nodded, "They're both taking a nap in my nest right now, but their wonderful! I love them with all my heart, but outside of them, i don't really have anybody that i see often. It is kind of my fault though, even if the curse isn't..."

"You're cursed?" Tango asked.

"Unfortunately..." Jimmy sighed, "Look just, let me show you." he picked up a red flower from the ground, hesitating for a second as if he felt bad about what he was about to do. He touched the flower regardless though, and suddenly, the flower started to wither and die and after less than a minute, it was fully dead. It looked pale, basically gray, and the silence during the entire moment made it feel so...eerie.

Jimmy tried to act cool but the guilt was paint all over his face, "...T-t-tada." he said, seemingly trying to lighten the mood, a shaky smile on his face that was lopsided.

Tango couldn't help but be a bit horrified by what he just witnessed, but considering Jimmy said earlier that this was a 'curse', and he knows better than anyone how it feels to have dangerous magic that's hard to control, he doesn't wanna make the poor guy feel bad about it. "O-oh, t-that's...c-cool!" it wasn't intentional, but he felt himself slightly back up a bit.

Jimmy took notice to that, "Oh d-don't worry! I-it c-can't hurt p-people as far a-as i k-know!" he reassured.

That bit of information sort of calmed Tango's nerves, but he couldn't help but notice the perfect opportunity to make a joke. And sure, while it might not be the most appropriate time to say it, he wanted to lighten the mood a bit and maybe calm Jimmy's own nerves, as he seemed nervous and even scared himself, "As far as you know?" he questioned, smiling so as to make it as clear as possible that he was joking.

Jimmy giggled, "well what do you expect me to do? Go ahead test it out on people!?"

"I don't know." Tango shrugged, "But as an inventor with wild magic myself, i feel like it'd be fun to experiment with that. Y'know, just to figure out what it's capable of."

"Y'know despite my curiosity, i don't think i wanna know what you've done with your magic when you say things like that."

"I would say the same thing about you but you seem wayyyyy to sweet to ever hurt anybody sunshine."

"A-- Hey! I could hurt somebody if i wanted to!" Jimmy huffed, he acted offended but by his smile he seemed more amused than anything, "I just...don't want to is all. But i could take like...five people and kill them if i really wanted to!"

Tango didn't exactly get it, but he couldn't help but smile at how Jimmy had perked up. And his positive and welcoming energy was just so...infectious.

"But anyways, do you need directions?" Jimmy asked.

"Uhhhh yeah, do you know where Hermonica is from here?"

"Yeah!" he pointed to a path to the left, "Follow that path and take a left when you see a beehive and you should get there!"

"Thanks!" Tango picked up his pickaxe from the ground, "Oh, and do you happen to know where any caves nearby might be?"

"You mean the one you were looking for before you fell into my house?"

Tango got kind of embarrassed that he mentioned that again, his face lightly blushing, "Y-yeah, that..."

Jimmy giggled, "well, if its the one i think you're talking about, if you take a right at the beehive instead, you should find it!"

"Great, thanks a bunch for the help!" Tango smiled.

"Oh no problem, good luck on your adventures!"

"You too!" Tango started walking towards the path.

"Oh, and Tango?" Jimmy started.

He turned around, "Hm?"

Jimmy seemed to suddenly get a bit shy and flustered, but he tried to keep his cool, "I-if y-y-you...e-ever w-wanna c-come and v-visit, i-I'd l-love to b-be...f-friends."

Tango was caught off guard by the offer, his face flushing red, "R-really?"

"Y-yeah! Y-you seem l-like a c-cool p-person, a-and I'm k-kind of l-l-lonely i-if I'm b-being h-honest s-so...i-I'd love t-the c-company." he had this goofy smile on his blushing face. He was fidgeting with his sweater sleeves seemingly to sink some form of nerves.

Tango couldn't help but smile back at him, he looked off to the side and tucked a piece of his hair behind his ear, "I-I'll...consider it."

Jimmy smiled and waved at him, and with that, he walked off on a path. He starting thinking to himself as he was walking, and he had a lot of question. who was that guy? How the hell did he get the curse? How long has he had the curse?! why does he live in the forest? How long has he lived there? There was a bunch of questions in his mind, and while some were pretty tedious and easy to answer, he was really curious. It's not everyday that you meet a mysterious avian in the forest that's apparently very lonely and has cats and a curse. But out of all off the question he had in his head, there was one specific one he had to himself;

was he going to come back?

And admittedly, despite the fact that Jimmy was a complete stranger, he genuinely wasn't sure.

[butterflypeachgrove]

To the People Who Come Here for My Genshin Content

I know I haven't posted anything related to Genshin in.. a while (reblogs don't count), but, if anybody came here for my Genshin Content, or more specifically my Sagau content, I have two things to say.

I'm cancelling Guidance. Some of you probably suspected this, as I haven't updated the thing in like- three years, but I just wanted to make it official. I had so many ideas for that fic, but after a while, I just couldn't find the inspiration to write it anymore (and the next thing I'm about to say probably had a hand in that).

I Don't Play Genshin. I never did. And I've finally managed to push pasted my anxiety and fear and just say it. I just watched too many playthroughs and theory videos about it and interacted with way too much fan content for a game I don't even play. Now you might ask, "Well, why didn't you just pick it up and play it?" Or "Well, why don't you just start playing it now?". That has one simple answer. I did try, in the beginning, to play it. As in, I downloaded it and made an account, but the game would never fully load. I tried repeatedly, deleted so much stuff to free up space, but it never worked, so I just gave up in the end. But nowadays, just thinking about playing the game leaves me feeling dread instead of joy, because I wouldn't be doing it as a fun thing to do, but as an obligation in order to fit in with the crowd. I think a lot of people back when I first started assumed I played just based on the fact that I knew a lot of lore, and my dumbass didn't even realize that until I got an ask about an new (back then) event's gameplay. And my stupid ass completely panicked. So I said "Oh haha I haven't played that event yet!", a sort of half truth. I really hadn't played that event yet cause I hadn't even played the game yet. After that, my passion for Genshin has slowly begun deteriorating. I still like a lot of the characters and I find the lore fascinating, but I don't think I'll be writing for it anymore. My anxiety has probably blow this problem way out of proportion in my head over the last few years, and maybe nobody will even care in the end and I'm just screaming into the void, but.. I still wanted to say it. And it's a massive weight lifted off of my shoulders. So... I'm sorry. Hope you aren't too disappointed...

[columbojumpscare]

There are few things i wouldn't give away in exchange for more talent.

I'm so slow.. so limited in my craft... it's not even viable, and it's all i have.

I Want people to be interested in my stuff, but i can barely show any of what's on my mind.

I wish i could make people care about my characters, about my ideas...

I want to get so productive i can Force myself out there. I want to be the dumbass who's shitty monster designs have the community saying that they should be canon. I wannabe the cringe idiot who's ocs get so famous people draw fanart of them.

All i'm good at is screaming into an ever uncaring void, at increasingly spiked walls, with a body that's starting to waste away before i even had a chance to Live.

[a-pepper-honey]

Little for the character ask please and ty (I think I can guess your favourite character moment…)

First impression: I was scrolling through ao3 even though I hadn't finished the series (like a dumbass), noticed "John Granby/Augustine Little" had 60 fics, and laughed my ass off with a friend because who the fuck is this Little guy? Then I understood it was canon. And panicked.

Impression now: [incoherent screaming]

Actual impression now: he is hands down my favourite character in the whole series purely because of all the fic I've read and written. (Including yours lol.) Novik couldn't introduce me to this poetic scholar character who keeps staring into middle distance with his china-blue eyes but who is actually hiding a confident and sometimes absolutely feral behaviour,,,, and expect me not to latch on to him like a duckling to his mother. Or maybe I'm the mother and he's the duckling. Or maybe we're both ducklings and he's the duckling in front of me. Little and I are ducklinging together in merry harmony

Favorite moment: of course you can guess that one, Little has only two scenes in the whole series and they're both iconic. The fight in BoT is probably my second favourite scene in the entire series after the LoD duel. Little going feral to protect Immortalis.... the savage look in his usually dreamy eyes........ Augustine Little covered in blood............ Is it just me or is it hot in here?

Idea for a story: [slams 283 fic ideas on the table] Fuck I've already told you about most of those actually. Um. Have I mentioned the WIP with baby Little & Chenery meeting baby Granby after his arrival in the Corps?

Unpopular opinion: what unpopular opinion this character grew out of the void there's no opinion to contradict 😭

Favorite relationship: Granby/Little again, what more can I say? But also Little & Chenery friendship is so great and I need more of it. Give me the conniving gossiping besties plz

Favorite headcanon: mate this entire character is a headcanon on legs what do you mean. I'm gonna say I really like the idea that he plays the piano :) My artist boi <3 (also yes it means he gets pianist hands don't @ me)

[weirdlooking-pj-pants]

(Probably tmi at one point)

I need to scream into the void and this is the only platform no one knows me irl

I have this classmate Milan and ive had the biggest thing for this dumbass for the past 5 years. We just graduated all is well one of our teachers invites the whole class to cook at his place (cuz our teachers are chill like that) i have no idea where this place is its up on some hill inbetween a bunch of other houses so naturally i text this cunt where to go cuz i cant find the house number, bro calls me and comes out infront if the house, i found it cool, he’s already a little drunk but thats the whole reason we went anyway.

Imagine my fucking surprise when 6 of us try to fit into my teachers tiny old ass Wartburg to go for a ride and this guy almost pulls me into his lap, TELLS ME to sit on his lap so all of us could fit in. What the fuck….. YOU HAD FIVE YEARS TO DO THIS SHIT DONT START NOW. But it gets worse, he finds out that our teacher’s son has a guitar so he goes to play it AND HE IS SOOO GOOD AT IT I ALMOST BUST A NUT.

The night progresses my classmates are taking candids of us cuddled up on this bench picnic table thing while he’s playing guitar. And then for some fucking reason i invite him over…. no condom we do nothing BUT WE MADE OUT. AFTER 5 FUCKING YEARS WE GET TO A POINT WHERE WE MAKE OUT AND CUDDLE(shirtless might i say). And then he has to leave in the morning which is fine he had plans it’s ok. But then for days i dont hear shit from him, my best friend invites me to drink we drink a LOT and i keep talking about whats going on and she’s like “let me text him ill be nice” and she was, but even then, no answer.

So it’s like 11 at night when i text and say “pls answer when u see this all i can think about is what happened” and the angels hear my troubles cuz boy texted back almost immediately and we get to talking a little, conclusion is that that week (this was monday) on Thursday the class is going on a 4 day trip and well talk it out. K i can work w that, dont mind the fact that im so nervous about fucking up EVERYTHING that I actually threw up. Thursday comes we’re traveling in different cars its fine im fine ill get a chance to talk to him. That day when everyone is preping for cooking the two of us are chopping onions like 4 champagnes in all we talk about is like music and mundane shit, but its ok first day we’re at the other end of the country we beed time to adjust. But then night comes everyone is settlet in their rooms this dumbass and another dumbass was like “we’re gonna sleep on the two couches in the conference room”…….*sigh* ITS FINE.

Next day friday the teachers take us on some program literally walking distance from the place we’re staying its at a river and only the two of us chose to go. While the guide(?) is talking about why there’s a pump complex next to the Duna bro goes to look for sum flower and i follow him. We end up out of sight a little HE GRABS MY WAIST STARST KISSING ME all the while talking about how this is wrong we shouldn’t (mind u not cus im trans bros bi, but cus we both hate ourselves and self sabotage) and im like i have condoms if ur interested…and we start walking back shit happens.

That point on we cannot keep our hands off. Nothing else happens tho. But then saturday night i get sad drunk and I start saying shit like he should run cuz im not good and while we both want this im willing to sacrifice my happiness for him so he doesnt settle for the worst possible option.

And then one answer to a question rocks my fucking world, he said that he’s felt something for me since 10th grade… for 4 years we’ve been dancing around each other….and while saying I knew is satisfying its fucking bittersweet

Sunday, last day we said goodbye and he hasn’t said anything since

I wanna trust that he will but realistically i know he wont not cuz he doesn’t want me but because we’re both unsure about everything

But then again he said he wants me and not just sexually, and now knowing that we had 4-5 years to work this shit out and help each other get to a point mentally where we’re comfortable w being in relationships is so fucking frustrating

[overanalystwastaken]

In case you wonder where I've been

Well hello beautiful people, today I bring to you this humble mess of an explaination as to whatever the fuck shitshow my upload schedule has been before I finally stopped fighting the idea of simply updating 'Mission Doomed' monthly.

Expect a lot of dumb excuses, some of which I love telling to myself 2 days before deadline, discussion of local politics in a country you probably never heard of, relentless privileged ass complaining and screaming into the void.

If you're wondering what does any of this have to do with one another, sit down, shut up and grab some popcorn (and ibuprofen, you're gonna need it).

1. Why old deadlines sucked

Here I will briefly explain all the reasons as to why I sucked at respecting first the weekly and then the bi-weekly deadline.

In order for you to understand we need to go back in time to August 2024 when my dumbass first thought 'hey, see these characters that got their asses absolutely handed to them? yeah i could probably make them suffer more for shits and giggles'.

And thus marks the beginning of an, as of right now, 8 month long journey of a project that accidentally ended up the only fanwork that I have ever taken seriously in my entire life.

Don't get me wrong - I put effort into all my fanfics, I just don't necessarily put effort into finishing them after the dopamine hit grows stale. However, for whatever mad reason, this story turned out to be different. Its spark never really faded for me and I can't quite pinpoint why.

Either way, doesn't matter. The point is- my summer break, bored, dopamine-rush-from-a-new-episode-dropping self makes a commitment to post new chapters weekly.

And for a while, this is fine. I have all the time in the world and the fic averages 7 pages per chapter with anything longer being cut up in half for my sanity. At this point, the storyboard is only partially done and I don't still fully know my characters. I don’t think you can truly know a character until you've written them yourself.

So the plot is simple, the character arcs are only foreshadowed at best and I'm running off of dopamine.

October comes around. At this point, I am starting to learn who my characters are and where I want the story to go. People absolutely blow up my chapters as soon as Michael appears and before I know it, I find myself fully serious about this fic. I'm hooked and the chapters start getting longer, usually being somewhere between 10 and 15 pages long. I push out one more chapter before warning people they are to come out bi-weekly from now on, because the academic year has started.

This, however, was only a part of the reason. The university be damned, speaking strictly of art here- the story picking up pace, along with characters finally starting to develop means that every scene now takes more focus and therefore, more words. More words means more work. And more work, means I needed more time.

November comes around and I start publishing chapters averaging anywhere between 15 and 30 pages. At this point, the storyboard is done and I'm sitting here like damn, I guess I'm writing a book then. I didn't intend for my first book to be on ao3, but honestly it was bound to happen. I'm not surprised.

On top of all of this, I get seriously into building in Minecraft and say yes to one too many people and before I know it, I'm buried in projects for 4 MONTHS.

And then the strangest fucking thing happens- my whole country just closes down. Yep, a big accident resulting in deaths of 15 people, 4 of which kids, sets off a wave of protests in the entire country. Those are organized by no other than university students.

You might ask, what tf does that have to do with anything. Well you see, here I am, thinking this means extra time off studying to be able to write a bit more than I did before. I mean sure, all the protests and activities take time, but I can do both, it's easier than mixing art with school....

...WRONG!!! all my chronic conditions decide to flare for the entire winter. not only can I not do both, I can't do either!!! So now not only am I chronically ill, I'm also chronically guilty AND chronically late. :D

Ah, the beauties of my life.

2. Why new deadline doesn't suck

So a month ago, I pushed designated deadline to a month.

The cons, you get one chapter a month.

The pros- the chapters are now AT LEAST double the length they were back in august. They are quadruple the length max.

I get the room for more detail and more nuance to each scene I write, plus the plot is much more complicated and the characters are much more fleshed out.

Also, more time and effort is now dedicated to editing.

The new chapters can't have the same deadline as old ones as it isn't the same quantity. And, I'd like to believe, not the same quality either, though that's not up to me to decide.

3. Sike, new deadline sucks as well

Yep, I really don't like uploading once a month, despite everything. It slows me down a lot and we're ONLY halfway through so far, after 8 months of chapters that CAME OUT MORE FREQUENTLY. I didn't originally intend for this fic to take a year and 10 months, which is the current estimate if I keep up this pace.

So yeah, all things considered, I hope to return to my old, bi-weekly schedule at some point.

I hope this post clears some things up and makes sense at least to a degree. I wanted to share a part of my perspective of the whole creative process. I owe it to you since I announced it an entire month ago and then just never posted it. ;-;

Anyway, if you made it to the end, thanks for reading and enjoy the rest of your day!

[prismbearer]

I'm just going to scream into the void here about the Severance finale whole ep:

- Jame seeing Kier in Helly after seeing Kier fade from Helena over the years is actually so sick. That he saw promise and the ideals of the company in her youth and passion that were probably beaten out of her by her own father and reality by living in a cult without love/support etc and all the insanity of their belief system and idolatry of a fairly recent ancestor.

- I thought Helly might actually kill him but if she had like what they'd all probably "die" for it and maybe literally... Would Helena be allowed to run the company after Helly killed him? That would be so horrific actually. The idea that Jame might make Helly the "outie" and permanently severed is so crazy. I'm shaking this freaky old man is so scary and weird.

- Helly feeling isolated even amongst the severed and being still Helena at the source turning on the severed floor would be so fucked up but I'd watch the hell out of it. Helly/Helena is definitely the most interesting representation of Innie/Outie dynamics. But I'd be gutted for Irving who saw the best in her and Mark S who has feelings for Helly.

- Having Mark Scout use separate identifiers for him and Mark S even as he goes through integration is interesting but ultimately really dangerous. Right now we have Mark S listening to Helly etc and thinking maybe Outies are the enemy and I'm actually high-key scared Mark S will hesitate or turn on them to save themselves on the severed floor. I will expire.

- the transitions are so good in this show like maybe my favorite thing, the sound of the elevator even without the elevator does something to me. The differences in the styled hair. Mark Scout apologizing for making a part of himself a prisoner to suffer for him basically when he was actually lured in by the idea of having some part of himself unburdened by grief...

- Mark S hestiating to "end" Lumon because the Innie personas will have no purpose and technically cease to exist by their own experiences. Super human because we know this is because Mark S has hope in furthering his connection with Helly..... Ough.

- Having part of saving Gemma rely on Mark S who is flailing to commit now to help Ms Casey because he's questioning if he even has the same ties to the world as Mark Scout. Helly said Gemma isn't his wife. Mark Scout probably wouldn't have the energy or impulse to risk himself for a person he doesn't know, Mark S is gaining things that are important to him and questioning doing the same. I think in the end with experience it's sort of calling that memory/experience helps shape people, but inevitably all the Innies are their Outies at their core. Anyway.

- the blue/cold outdoors Mark Scout vs Mark S in front of the fire, still inside even when he's out of the bldg.

- I'm probably going to die over Gemma pls.

- mark scout not using we until they're arguing. Dumbass. Should have started with that.

- a person being 25 files of Lumons fucked up tempers. okay. 🧍Harmony. Harmony. Harmony.

- ough. Not that way she says Mark like a croon. What even is she right now. A psychopomp? One of the fates?

- this is so sick omg th change in art pls. Burn down the bldg...... Fuck. I'm only 25 min in 😩

- they've never made the severed floor look more eerie. Maze-like quality is stronger than ever.

- the fucking waffle card. The pinches of actual corporate bullshit are almost comical with the unreality of the whole experience for them.

- this is reminding me of Irving Bs fucked up fever dream with Burt looking front he other side of the desk actually.

- Dylan I'm actually so sorry how out of the loop you are it makes you vulnerable. And also scares me that they'll use or weaponize him against the others. Idk someone is going to be turned idk. If mark refuses Milchick will have Dylan do it or something.

- Gemma.

- Helly. Who is getting left behind omg. But I'm Her Mark. Ough. Fuck if Helly is kept in place of Helena I--

- Milchick just RUNNInG out fuck I'm too stressed to find it funny rn

- point one: fuck you. The variation of Innie/Outie and how different they all are is so fascinating.

- stay for what though???

- that it's a happy one the frolic temper probably ough

- so terrible mark s has been up here being forced to feel Gemma's dread through 25 fucking files.

- they mentioned the animatronic one was hinted at

- Floor manger as Earthbound Steward. Allegations.

- what the fuck are we doing run to the elevator these puns....

- Gemma Gemma Gemma I hate your fucking nurse lady she's so complicit ugu

- a fucking marching band on the severed floor.

- Jame go away and never come back istg

- this is honestly insane what the fuck is this show. Milchick I wish you weren't part of this. He loves a merriment/dance segment and looks good doing it.

- see you at the equator. What if it's a building so big it's a continent. Ough.

- Helly I love you. But I will also die if Gemma does and I trust Helly can save herself for now with Milchick etc

- fucK these transitions are so scary

- mark running through the labyrinth to try to save Gemma trying to find a mouth to hell. Anyway.

- the goat ........ Will we finally understand why they're breeding goats

- Helly you're so cool. Thank you Dylan you're the best.

- so scared Cobel will show up again.

- this doctor better die idek. What the fuck.

- this is so sick. The crib? Like the birth of something for the company from the torment of a woman. Her void of emotion while being confronted with what got her taken advantage of by Lumon. Istg istg istg istg.

- ugh this ritual shit so goats as psychopomps then. Okay.

- that they'd even breathe a word about Gemma keep her name out of your mouth

- take it apart... Uhm. Just nothing but fists for all of these people who are loyal to Kier.

- Milchick calm tf down I need to see Mark Scout down there so bad and if you somehow stop him I'll die.

- the fact that upper management won't even kill the goat and do the sacrifice that even this is being pushed to the actual employees.

- girl kill him. Save your kid (the goat)

- Gasped so hard I choked when the asshole punched mark s in the face. Mark scout is going to be like why am I so fucked up

- Drummond you're trash you're a glorified thug.

- this is the worst fucking company to work for ever. Is there even a HR?

- I kinda wanted her to shoot him with the gun to kill livestock but I get that Mark probably wants him to open the dark hallway.

- she feels nothing. Is so sick. These fucking old weirdos.

- Mark^2 killing Drummond out of an error essentially during their swap because Mark S had his finger on the trigger------- sorry Mark Scout you will be killing for your wife back and Mark Scout might be the sacrifice to get Gemma out into the world again fucK

- welcome to Lumon/Hell Mark Scout.

- Drummond as the sacrifice for his passage to hell. Thanks for saving Emile.

- where TF is this marching band from them not stopping at all no matter what.

- ofc they're official Lumon employees.

- Helly Innie Revolution.

- Yes Mark. Use that blood sacrifice. Oh this is so fucked up.

- this is sort of the ultimate test of her recognizing mark when severed into so many pieces.

- mauer I will kill you myself.

- you don't know who you are and this man is covered in blood telling you he's your husband and he loves you. Crying.

- Mark and Gemma love each other so much. This is so fucked up. He thought she was dead, and he got to see her again. Fuck.

- this is the worst thing I've ever seen. Gemma banging on the door from outside the bldg because Mark is still there while Helly shows up. FucK. Gemma doesn't even know he's severed????? Like she's so close. It's a door. She went from kissing him from his insanely romantic blood covered rescue of her to her watching him run to another woman beyond her reach. Fuck.

- they're just going to snag Gemma from the stairwell or something if she's alone what the fuck

- this is diabolical. Helly wtf ahhhhhhhhggg. "I'm her Mark" ough. I need to watch fanvids and edits so bad rn

- is Gemma just in the stairwell alone? Devon better be picking her up 😭😭😭

[engineersamuel]

Another random rant

Honestly Im just screaming off to the void right now, Im upset that i haven written lately, and I don't mean "no writting at all" I mean that im upset i have not written for the Thing I want to write, Recently i did a little more writting for a Crack fic Involving DCxDP stuff, but its not really what i wanted to Pour a lot of writting effort into. my main 'claim to fame' Is Workaholics In space, its a Humans Are space Orcs story I started about... 2022? I started it off a whim while on reddit, since I saw a fun Writting prompt about Humans being Workaholics. and i Kinda just spiraled Upward into A full blown story, and I haven't been able to write about/for it in a while. Its been Five ish months since I have wrote anything for it and Im upset at myself. I love Workaholics In Space, Its Fun to Write! I love Seeing these characters I have made Go into their own stories. but I just... havent written recently about them. Im not gonna link it here, since its broken up into chapters On reddit, I Might Do a link for it later, but I don't want to, Just ranting into the void right now. I just feel dissapointed in myself, for the past week I have wanted to write, do Create More For Workaholics In space, and Its Not dead! Its still very much alive!.... I... I just haven't been able to write about it. Most of the people who read this are just gonna Pass by it, and thats fine, rant to the void stuff.... I... I just feel like Workaholics In space has died down... and I don't want to sound like some 'sob story author' who wants more Interactions with my Story. my main goal with Writting, No matter what I write, is that People enjoy it for what it is, In more deapth what i mean is: I write For me first, Creating something to be proud of, then I send it out, and let my work Find others who Like it, I Know that If at least One person feels better from reading my stories, then i did good. I just want people to enjoy my stories becuase they find them Fun and what they want. but im afraid that by ranting like this, or by explaining what I feel that I come off as... Fake? yeah, best word for it. I don't want to have people think im doing this for 'fame' or Ego, Its not! I Love being able to write because its Fun! it lets me help others by creating something people can enjoy without My direct say. I love it when I see people take my story and view it their way, weither it be by them viewing a charater as One thing or another, or hell, the way they can see what a charater looks like, i intentonaly leave some details vague so readers can fill in the dots with their own ideas! I love that. I want people to Engage, Find their own Versions of what my characters look like, so they can explore them in ways they want. but its been Five Months since I have Made A propper chapter on Workaholics In space, and THAT fucking mess is... fuck it, lets talk about it. Cut to At least a year back, I was a dumbass, and while cleaning space In my Computer to download a game, I was cleaning off old Microsoft stuff, Old versions that were clogging space, welp Since Microsoft names all their shit the FUCKING SAME, Yes im still bitter,

I ended up deleting Microsoft word, My Personal Choice for Writting.... Yep, so for about two weeks I was not able to Write... at all, since I refuse to Use google docks. So I eventualy found a workaround, through Opora browser I could access Mircrosft office, and throught THAT use Mircrosoft word. So that was how I wrote Workaholics In space for Until About Five months back, when Microsoft Onedrive, Im sensing a patern, Decided to Desinc, and I was not able to use Microsoft word at all.... fuck my life moment right then. so, i used it as a break, announced that Workaholics In space was On Haiutus, and tried to find a workaround to Use Microsoft word in the meantime. cut to about a Month back when After working with A few close family members, which init of itself took some time, Lo and behold that IN less than thirty fucking Minutes my mother Fixes it, Redownloads Microsoft word, and bam, Problem fixed.... So much frustration and Irritation, for DEITIES knows how long I had to use a fucked Jury rig of a workaround and Suddenly BAM, fixed.... its fun when life decides you get to have fun, and when to Kick your teeth in. So, now where back here, to the present, with me unable to write at the moment, either due to not having time, Not writting for other reasons, or just wanting to but being unable... at least my rant so far has been Entertaining.... welp, Im tired, and as of writting Its Midnight, so im going to Fucking sleep. Good night Whoever reads this, or good morning, may your cats meow or some good luck shit.

[squarebracket-trickster]

Well, more like a numbered list - with all the events that need to happen in order. Each event is described in paragraph form, in as much detail as I feel is necessary (so I don't forget anything important).

Every event develops the story in at least one way. Either plot happens, or a character learns something or makes a major decision (or a subplot, characterization moment, or bit of foreshadowing etc.).

I'm not really concerned with breaking things into scenes, or trying to make sure every scene does more than one thing. This is just a list of the developments that will get me from beginning to end.

I will also add in everything I want to happen (jokes, worldbuilding, dialogue, fluff, etc.), but I will connect each "want" with a "need". So like, "I want the characters to share a bed (and be Very Mature about it), but I also need them to discuss overthrowing the king. Oh! They can do both at once."

An entry will look something like: 9. To their dismay, there is only one patch of straw in the prison cell. Character A tells Character B to sleep on it, Character B asks, "why? are there rats?" Argument ensues. The dumbasses both end up sleeping on the floor out of stubbornness. Neither can sleep, so they plot how to escape together (very sleep deprived). Character B mentions that they should go try to find Rebel Leader down here before they leave. Character A says no, they will not participate in treason. Character B convinces them eventually - "the king already hates you, why the fuck are you still loyal?" They finally agree to sleep on the straw together because the floor is ouchy. They wake up in each other's arms the next morning and never mention it again.

My outlines aren't hard, and I often don't finish them. But I find that if I start trying to draft without a clear idea of 1. the steps to get from chapter one: establish the norm to the inciting incident (~30% mark) and 2. everything the inciting incident incites that will have to be resolved, I end up just pantsing 10-30k worth of scenes I don't particularly care for, and then I get stuck - I've set up a whole bunch of threads that might be interesting to another writer to explore, but none of them are the story I want to tell; and I have a direction in mind, but I am no closer to getting there. Everyone tells me to "just keep writing! Eventually you'll get unstuck." I think if I don't like the story after 30k I'm not going to, and it's a waste of time.

My outline for WIPVII got me to about the 40% mark, and then I had a clear enough idea of all the threads I needed to follow to get me to the "high point before the 3rd act breakdown" that I left the outline unfinished and pantsed the rest.

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I've never found any other outlining method useful. I don't need help visualizing story structure or keeping track of plot threads/subplots etc. I will know, for example, that "so-and-so must make x decision in this scene". What I struggle with is figuring out, "how did so-and-so even get into this situation in the first place?" I know what needs to happen, the problem is details, and details require ideas, and generating ideas is the part I get stuck on.

I don't know of any outlining template or technique (or pantsing technique for that matter) in existence that can help with thinking up ideas (other than the good old fashioned "list everything that comes to mind until you find something you like" and "stare at the wall, take a break, scream into the void, kidnap a man a monologue to his terrified screams, wake up in a cold sweat at 3am"). Ideas come when they come, and I'm picky which doesn't help.

So, alas, I hate the planning stage. I hate being stuck, but I'm not really asking for help. I've just kind of accepted that getting stuck is part of my process.

(Oh, and the good news is, after about 4 and a half hours, I got myself unstuck!!)

I hate outlining I hate outlining I hate outlining I have been stuck on the same bullet point for four hours I hate outlining I hate outlining I hate outlining

[adelle-ein]

h!rry p0tter stans are pathetic, disgusting brats and i want them all to block me now so i'm going ahead and posting a rant about the terrible wizard books and their terrible fandom and their embarrassing fucking behavior just to get it off my chest and hopefully get them to STOP FUCKING FOLLOWING ME i swear they just keep popping up with their dumbass usernames and slytherclaw in their descriptions. this is long and rambling but i just really need to scream into the void for a bit

this also goes 99% only for adult hp fans. if you are fourteen and still obsessed with hp that's okay. you're fourteen. you'll grow up someday.

Unfortunately i must give my stupid "qualifications" to hate hp and its fans first i guess. Yes, from ages 8-17ish maybe, I loved hp, it was my main special interest/ocd obsession for pretty much the entirety of that time. blah blah read the books a zillion times wrote fanfic first tumblr fandom *checks watch* went to the theme park owned merch was in the high school hp club etc. I still unfortunately have a hp username in some old things where usernames are permanent. Stuck and unchangeable! Alas. Okay are we done? Do you understand that i used to be one of you morons before i got old enough to have critical thinking? am i deemed worthy to talk about this now???

cool great thanks. Anyway. I'm TIRED of being expected to be patient with hp stans!!!. It's their childhood! It's nostalgic! It's their hyperfixation and their special interest! Wizard boy SAVED THEIR LIVES and you have to be PATIENT with their clinging to it twenty fucking years later!!! ...No actually. No i fucking don't. No trans person, no jewish person, nobody needs to put up with your sobbing speeches about how actually you HATE jkr but you just LOVE hp so goddamn much and you're sTILL A REAL ALLY. can you at least, at the bare minimum, if you MUST engage with HP content, SHUT UP about it?? why can't you even do that??? good god.

I think people are still clinging to the idea that JKR is actually a liberal who's just really stupid on trans rights. Don't get me wrong: that's still awful that they're willing to throw trans people under the bus like that! If that was true I would still be saying to not support her and to shut up about hp for thirty fucking seconds! However, that is just...objectively not true. Woman is a fascist. Woman is constantly expressing support for conservative laws and measures. She has done effectively nothing to support abortion rights or feminism or lgb rights in years, she LITERALLY ONLY cares about hurting trans people and preventing Scottish independence and keeping her taxes low. I believe she recently dusted off her old fucking charity to sponsor the education of some women in Iran? She used to do stuff like that pretty regularly but now she so, so rarely does. And even when she does it's just like. ticking off a box and she's back to going on another unhinged rant about trans people. The people she has allied herself with are far-right, neo-nazi, white supremacist groups. She has happily expressed support for anti-abortion activists, pro-LGB conversion therapy pundits, self-professed fascists, people who believed jews control the universe, and even rapists including depp and m. manson and various horrific "gender criticals". OVER AND OVER. She's fash! She's far-right all the way fash! Any "lefty" terf who's allying themselves with her is straight up in the frog/scorpion situation and i will point and laugh while also being amazed just how incredibly stupid and selfish people are. And she keeps siccing her followers on small trans accounts without money or fame on their side, who then get harassed for fucking YEARS on end! She knows what she is doing! She is a bitter, twisted, evil lady!!!

anyway. What I know most about, being jewish, is what she's said and done in the jew hating department. so now i'm gonna rant about that specifically jewish stuff.

I am sick of her antisemitism being reduced to "there are goblins" and similar. Especially bc people then point to, like, fucking owl house and whatever and go "see this is also antisemitic!!" Well, technically, yeah. it is. but like...accidentally. I'm pretty used to seeing evil big-nosed money-loving freaks and lizard people all over media, I've just kind of grown up with that. Jo's antisemitism is not accidental. Joanne has Griphook as the *literal* devil on Harry's shoulder throughout the gringotts saga of book 7. He's the one who convinces Harry to start using unforgivable curses (remember that shaun video in which he points out that the potterverse has no "bad actions" only "bad people?" yeah harry uses the torture and mind control spells like, repeatedly, with ZERO FUCKING REFLECTION OR CONSEQUENCES OR CARE and it's fine, they're such bad books man.) Griphook literally leads harry away from the light of christ and backstabs him. bill warns harry that goblins are Not Like Us, because they have evil and weird and unholy traditions and magic and steal power from wizards. jo specialized in studying the historical roots of legends and fairy tales throughout uni and has talked about them at length. she literally dual majored in "classics" (and french, strangely, considering how she writes french people lmao. failing upwards?) And yet she managed to go as dark and bad as possible on every occasion. Joanne knew exactly what she was writing. AND EVEN IF SHE DIDN'T, somehow, she has doubled down in subsequent years. There was no, "yeah, sorry about the goblins and the house elf shit, I dunno what I was thinking but we won't be doing that anymore!" House elves and goblins continue to be featured and doubled down on, between pottermore, the terrible fantastic beasts movies, and this game (you can own your own slaves in the game i believe, hooray!) Fantastic beasts even features a ***part-house-elf*** woman. Let THAT horror sink in. The franchise has doubled down on and actively CHOSEN TO FOCUS ON its worst and darkest parts and there is no more way to hide behind any semblance of ignorance at this point.

(The same goes for Umbridge being raped by centaurs. There is NO FUCKING WAY that was not deliberate. The woman literally studied english fairy tales for school. SHE KNEW. Rape is a punishment in HPland. Hermione literally gets sexually assaulted by a guy and Harry tells her it serves her right for leading him on and the book nods right along with him. Joanne hates cis women too lol)

People have written at length about the game's plot and why it is clear, blatant, not accidental antisemitism and blood libel. The game's original director was a far right gamergate lunatic and I SINCERELY doubt he was the only one of the crew who was. None of this was an "oopsie poopsie we made a big nosed shady advisor" and the devs are not the sweet widdle victims you morons want them to be! And continuing deeper into the franchise: there's a whole lot of nazi imagery surrounding Grindelwald in Fantastic Beasts (originally played by fucking Depp the wifebeater who collects nazi memorabilia for kicks so that's on the nose). Guess which main character turns to the dark side and starts doing evil nazi shit? The one named Goldstein. The Jew. Yay! Also she was, like, mind controlling her good christian boyfriend to force him to marry her, so there's a lot going all the way down on that one huh.

And honestly, even when people are expressing allyship it's all so fucking performative! You all just keep going "oh there's goblins" and then recommending fucking alternatives. I don't want to hear about how pjo/earthsea/witch hat atelier/owl house/twilight/animorphs/whatever is Wholesome And Perfect and Good! This is not an opportunity to stan! Do you people really think, when discussing a violently antisemitic game that's part of a franchise made by a fascist, the appropriate way to end your twee little thread is by promoing some OTHER children's media that you think has the morally pure high ground? Do you realize how performative that makes your so-called allyship feel?? Do you genuinely believe that these GROWN ASS ADULTS simply did not know that other children's media about wizards and magic exists in the world and that is the only thing driving them to keep worshiping at joanne's feet even now?? You think they just genuinely believed this video game is the only video game in the universe? The really rich rec I keep seeing people give is fucking NARNIA, which features all the blatantly Muslim-coded characters being rejected from heaven and presumably ending up in hell when the world ends. Like Susan will one day, because she turned away from Jesus and is a disgusting slut who likes boys and lipstick too much. Narnia fucking sucks. Even the shriekcast people cannot stop sucking off narnia it's so goddamn annoying

The whole thing reminds me of how, at peak 3h-popularity-fighting, there were many long threads going around twitter about how Hubert falls into the "shady advisor" stereotype and how Rhea and co are secretly lizards and how that's not great. Yeah, sure, not great, old stereotypes rooted in antisemitism that media can't seem to turn away from. And then those SAME PEOPLE would talk about "instead stan tellius!" Tellius which features these characters, who form a tribe specifically known for being backstabbing greedy traitors obsessed with money, who sell one of their blond white beautiful allies into slavery for money. THAT tellius. And that's what i mean by performative fucking allyship. Based on their own behavior, none of those people appeared to give a real shit about Jews. It looked like they were only pretending to so they could come up with a way to dunk on Modern Fire Emblem and encourage people to play Classic Fire Emblem. And not that the modern games didn't deserve criticizing! But it was so, so clear that none of them had any fucking clue what they were talking about, were just pointing to tropes and going "antisemitic!" without bothering to learn the hows and whys and critically analyze the context. So I do strongly encourage people to try and learn about WHY certain media is so bad and, while intent certainly isn't the be and end all, why certain portrayals are so much worse than others. Naesala is a damn sight more of an antisemitic caricature than Rhea, and fucking obviously the wizard school game is worse than owl house! Also reminder that the great ace attorney localization uses antisemitic slurs and everyone in the fandom ignored that :) performative asses

aNyhoo. The antisemitism in HP is not just "there are goblins." It is much worse, much more insidious, and Warner Bros, avalanche, etc have all joined right in, doubled down, and made it very clear that antisemitism as well as slavery apologism is a key part of the series and not going away for a good long time by making it EVEN WORSE in the games and movies. even if she wasn't seeing a penny of any of it (lol!) her ideas are being happily and uncritically spread by you fucking lunatics.

and every time someone gets an anon going "maybe don't support hp?" and you clutch your fucking pearls and fall to the floor crying about how it's TRANSFORMATIVE and YOU HEADCANON HARRY AS TRANS and IT WAS YOUR CHILDHOOD and blah blah fucking blah i both lose even more respect for you and become even more certain that this franchise is not worth transforming. it's simply not. hp is rapidly becoming a symbol of hate, one that fascists flock around and support (yes, they were burning the books twenty years ago, but IT IS NOT TWENTY YEARS AGO YOU ARE AN ADULT NOW MARJORIE, it's a franchise that the fash love now, and why wouldn't they? it espouses all their ideals!)

Just grow up. It is really, and i mean this from the bottom of my heart, genuinely unhealthy and sad to still be so deeply tied to your favorite book when you were ten. It's time to move on. It's past time to move on. Thank the books for what they did for you and let them go. Personally, I can't engage with any HP media. I derive zero joy from it and haven't since like...I don't know, 2016ish maybe. Even the last dregs I clung to were more fond memories of sharing the books with friends and family. I truly don't understand how anyone can still like them knowing what they now stand for. But even if you're not like me, even if you've managed to fool yourself into believing this is a franchise about love and kindness and leftism (lol), it's time, it's PAST time, to move forward. Nothing wrong with liking old media or children's media or even problematic media (to an extent ofc). But when a series is doing this much tangible harm, when you are so deeply entwined with it that you feel you have no identity without it, when nostalgia has become more important than your principles...then you need to let it go. If you don't care enough about trans people, or Jewish people, or rape victims or Black people or Chinese people or Irish people or Scottish people or gay people, then do it for yourself, because being shackled to your childhood like that is simply not healthy.

Okay that was the only paragraph I was going to be nice in back to bitching. Read another fucking book, engage with other fucking media and no i am not going to give you recs and hold your hand and tell you you're a good person for doing it!! do it yourselves you are ADULTS. and remember: the difference between kanye and jo is that one of them has lost his filter and is saying the quietest parts the loudest, and also is black, and you should think long and hard as to WHY you find one of them acceptable to support and not the other, because they very much share the same views and have expressed support and love for the same people.

Personally I don't see why you'd even fucking pirate this game. It looks like another cookie cutter blandass triple a runs like shit but gets straight 9/10 mess. like it's just cyberpunk again but wizards. it's yet another flat bland Skyrim Two. by devs who are known for their crappy shovelware. And every hp game that has come out has sucked (did you know they had a pokemon go clone? i think it only lasted like a year. lots and lots of shitty f2p stuff in general.) Why do you need this game so badly? why are you SO wrapped up in nostalgia that you're willing to support terrible shit and play a meh game? there is something fundamentally wrong with your morals if this is where they end. always the same people who cry about how there are good slytherins or whatever but don't give enough of a shit about people to care about, like, real things.

Also if you truly believe you need to "support the devs" by buying this game: where do you draw the line, then? What makes these particular AAA devs need my $60 so badly? By that logic I apparently need to buy every single game in the world to support every single dev in the world?? WHAT??? If you say this you are PROBABLY lying, but if you truly believe it you are incredibly stupid. thanks.

Also professor fig dies at the end in all endings and rookwood is the one behind anna's curse he framed the goblins for it <3

(also this all goes for diehard aot stans too i want you and your nazi propaganda anime to fuck off too thanks)