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i got sessionbox so i can exist on this acct again but oh my god i haven’t touched anything in so long and its so unbearably messy jadsfysbgiudhbnjf

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You’re the bad guy in somebody’s story.

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never forget your roots

fanfiction.net before they removed the NC-17 stories

going to fanfiction.net at all

going to adultfanfiction.net in the fallout of the great “purge”

figuring out that ain’t nobody actually monitoring NC-17 stories there anyway so just rate it “M”

“please R&R! concrit appreciated!”

warning: lemon

though it may be more on the limey side of lemon

“summary sux just read it”

replying to reviews in the author’s notes

author’s notes in which the characters talk to each other and the author

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normally it’s spelled j-e-f-f but geoff I guess

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small brain: red being a baker

next brain: red retiring from knighthood bc of his health

next brain: red retiring from knighthood bc of his health and helping people around the town bc he still wants to contribute to society

next brain: red retiring from knighthood bc of his health and helping people around the town bc he still wants to contribute to society and providing for homeless kids w his own baked treats and realizing everyone loves them and building a bakery

fully enlightened brain: red retiring from knighthood bc of his health and helping people around the town bc he still wants to contribute to society and providing for homeless kids w his own baked treats and realizing everyone loves them and building a bakery and building and running his own shop and all the responsibility and character growth that entails

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now that @knit-capchan posted aidan heres the Certified Zekko Hoes ™ together

alternatively: sprite falls victim to pillow shading once again (ft. not knowing how to draw said zekko logo)

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now that @knit-capchan posted aidan heres the Certified Zekko Hoes (tm) together

alternatively: sprite falls victim to pillow shading once again (ft. not knowing how to draw said zekko logo)

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Aidan is a jerk and i hate him

He’s a local arsonist and graffiti artist and runs illegal gear and weapons

hes also a zekko hoe

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do you ever just stop and think about the four swords manga. like really think about it.

not about the technical stuff, either, but seeing it enacted before your eyes? seeing it realistically portrayed?

the scene where green and vio fight. the sweat dripping down their faces, neck, arms and legs under the cloth, baking in thick woolen tunic while fire rages around them. the emotion in green’s chest, pulsing against his ribs and threatening to break out, heavy breathing even without the fight and without the stakes. his hands shaking around the hilt of his sword, cold and gold under his fingers, knuckles white and teeth gritted and it’s honestly a miracle his voice comes out steady and, well, he’s proud of that.

but that being replaced by fear when vio cuts his arm, the edge of the sword and the edge of his forearm, the warm blood and the uncontrolled, sticky feeling of it staining the cloth and on the skin. the panic that throws itself like a wild animal (it’s called his heart) hitting his sternum like a battering ram when vio’s sword is above him, coming down on him, so close to his head and he’s going to die—

that one bitter, guilty thought where he curses vio for doing this. this is vio’s fault. he’s going to die and it’s his fault.

the rawness in his throat as he taunts, scolds, wounds vio, fight fight fight for your life and don’t ever forgive him. (okay, forgive him, because it’s not really his fault. plus you’re better than that. you have to be. better than vio.)

(your pride won’t allow otherwise.)

and after that; the one, two, three, moment when green falls to the ground and although there’s no pool of blood everyone thinks the worst. red feels his heartbeat in his chest because everything else fades into the background and for a moment the world ceases to exist. blue’s chest heaves and there’s something in his chest, ribs, sternum, to his elbows, fingertips, knees, toes, it’s nothing – it’s empty – and it’s spreading out over his body overwhelming. and for shadow link, well, his heart soars and he can’t help but yell his triumph, so sue him if blue’s eyes are finally leaking tears. vio’s his (and you all can eat your own tongues and choke on green’s bones).

what about something a little less dramatic, though? okay. so let’s take the opening, the establishing shot of hyrule castle (and death mountain’s lit by the sun rising and the ring above its crater is rich warm melted gold, but it hasn’t quite reached hyrule castle yet) with lanterns glittering white in the distance, and then you hear the overturning of tables and the sun is high enough that it’s more white than orange, and then you hear footsteps running full speed – clap, clap, clap, clap, wood against stone, leather boots with the seams flapping with every impact. white leggings and the glimpse of a green tunic, and then a sharp “hup!” and the boots jump off the ground and glass smashes bright and tinkling. (you’re left with a view of cobblestones, before it shifts, but that makes you dizzy.)

what about transitioning into the dark world? insides twisting in on themselves, your fingers curling backwards and you retch from the sight, your heart is in your skull cavity and your brain is by your lungs, your esophagus is your intestine and your intestines are your vocal chords and esophagus. but then it’s over, and you’re flat on the ground in a world where everything’s as distorted as you were.

what about sand in your teeth and bitterness coating your tongue? what about ice on your cheeks and pride in the veins of your wrists, hands? what about savannah grass under your sleeves and arson stuck in your tearducts? what about underbrush tucked in your collar and darkness jammed in your throat?

hm… draw the four sword, actually. link’s head reeling from the tips of the princess’ fingers brushing his as she’s whisked away, and from the mirror telling him he’s not the hero anymore; he’s not choked up with anything, just sort of spinning in place, wondering what’s happening, but he finds himself with his fingers wrapped around the unfamiliar hilt of an unfamiliar sword and something in him’s curious, his fear bubbles up boiling, his anger simmers there, the thirst for knowledge drying out his throat, duty thumping in his chest with a marching band beat, and, yes, he pulls it.

he pulls it, and he is wrenched apart.

because honestly, imagine that. your body is being split into four separate entities. link’s skin peels itself off his body, and his organs are stretched until they tear, and his life energy is being pulled too far away and he’s dying.

fire erupts in the hilt of the four sword and inflames his throat and now he has too much life energy, the skin that’s regenerated like ribbons around rubber organs, it’s burning to ashes with life enough for four separate beings. his soul is finding its way out of his heart and reality, ripping itself, neatly being folded into four (mostly) even segments, back and forth and back and forth and back and forth until it tears along the seam nice and easy.

and suddenly everything balances out.

he catches his breath, stands up straight, he notices something’s missing before he notices he’s not alone anymore.

it feels a little more… subtle, empty, drained; not like he’s tired, but like a puzzle’s been dismantled, and instead redrawn in thin colored pens. the picture’s there, he’s there, it’s just a little less definitive.

for the others, chunks of the puzzle are entirely missing, or pencil lines are all that’s left.

green looks up, to be greeted with the pieces of that puzzle grouped into chunks, the top left corner made of empathy and fear there, the bottom left corner made of something he can’t put his finger on there, the bottom right corner made of energy and anger there.

… do you just ever think about the four swords manga.

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someday ill post meta about four swords

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Another interesting thing I noticed while reviewing Ed’s profile (…I… shamefully, haven’t really looked through FMA Chronicle in depth, tbh): Everyone knows about the callback in the final fight, when Ed says the same thing to Father that he did to Cornello, right?

“Get up, you third-rate fraud! I’ll show you there’s no comparison between us!”

There’s something about that quote that I never realized up until now, as it’s sadly lost in translation due to English grammar, but one of Arakawa’s notes pointed out that there is, in fact, a slight difference between the two lines. When Ed said it to Cornello, he used “ore” (the word he uses for “I/me”), but when he says it to Father, he uses “oretachi” (the plural form of “ore”, meaning “us”). In other words, although this would sound too awkward to actually write, if you’re being literal it’s more like:

“Get up, you third-rate fraud! I’ll show you there’s no comparison between you and I!”

“Get up, you third-rate fraud! I’ll show you there’s no comparison between you and us!”

(Arakawa notes, “Just changing one character makes a difference. Japanese is interesting that way.” Couldn’t have said it better myself, sensei.)

It’s a really simple but powerful demonstration of Ed’s character development from the beginning of the series to the end, starting out with sort of a  “Well… Al and I are alone in this world… I must shoulder all my burdens myself… We can’t really let others into our lives…” attitude, and gradually learning that not only is it ok to rely on others for support, but that he has a lot of people on his side, and that those people and those relationships are an integral part of him.

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hey

follow @spritewritesbad

i might post something there eventually

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I see your Gru memes and raise you the Axis as minions.

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hey

follow @spritewritesbad

i might post something there eventually

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i saw the drawings you did and kinda just- HAD to draw soda. not 100% probably but like- yeah

ADSJFDHFAJ I’VE BEEN BLESSED

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me: idly scrolling a splatoon art blog

op: drawing of Agent 3

me, physically lunging @ my computer screen: !!!! THERE SHE IS LOOK AT HER !!! THERE’S MY GIRL!!!!