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Do y'all ever read a fic so good that it makes you want to elevate your own craft and also befriend the writer? It's almost like, "Hi! You write so well that you've inspired me to embark on a creative training arc. Also, can I yell about the character in your dms because you get it?"

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"i don't comment on ao3 because i don't wanna be annoying or weird" skill issue + you greatly underestimate the power dynamic here, writing multi paragraph comments is like feeding a bunch of deeply insane and possibly starved ducks at the park and watch them go completely mad over having received a piece of bread

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Uk peeps!! Let’s get this going! 🏳️‍⚧️🇬🇧

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i think this is the best death line of any character in the entire Fire Emblem series.

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nothing but respect to my holy trinity

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Quiet cat gf vs loud dog bf

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ファイアーエムブレム、ファンアート

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Corporations precisely on june 1st:

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have we tried sitting completely still in a dark room, my liege?

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Victor Frankenstein syndrome aka you spent nights over nights crying and bleeding over this work and now that it's finally done you're just like "nvm. it's trash" and go to bed

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Love the word "also". I have more things to say

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Just posted Chapter 17 of The Blank Man

Summary: It’s the same story you’ve come to know. But there’s always been some missing parts, hasn’t there?

Why do we know so little about the war waged by Chrom’s father? What does it mean to be a Ylissean tactician from Plegia? When…where are the children from? And, perhaps most importantly – who was Robin before waking up in the field?

Or: How Robin fills the pages of a life all his own.

Chapters: 17/55

Snippet:

Robin’s mind drifts again to the meadow. He imagines himself there now. Tries to imagine the sensations which had felt so real in his dream.

Next, he thinks of giggles in the back of a cart near the Plegian border. Of Feroxi folk songs sung atop tavern tables. The smile of a cherished friend given before an embrace.

With these memories as comfort, Robin allows himself to recall the events preceding his current predicament — of Emmeryn’s attempted assassination, Marth’s revelation, and his own foolishness that has resulted in him being accused of murder.

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this is not your fault- promise me you'll escape

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all i need to do is write a story and then adapt that story into a comic and then adapt that comic into an animated show and then adapt the show into a feature length movie and do all of it with no studio or budget and then find the smallest opening in a cave and then crawl thru it and fossilize

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The Blank Man is finally hitting 100k with this next chapter 🎉