fragon when he’s normal for a little bit and then goes back to his roots to look at puppet spam art and obsess and drown and die and cry and sob or something
excuse me for disappearing for 5 days I didn’t feel like posting & had a lot going on irl (work, mr forest, & I also completely rearranged my whole room by myself lol)
Hi Queenie - can I ask for some Diane...um again? 😁
She looked up when her door slammed open, but one look at the expression on Kaylee's face and she knew better than to start throwing questions out every which-a-way; people talked all the time about how it was Caleb who looked so much like Chris, Caleb who could be his twin if given a haircut and a khaki shirt, and still, for her money, she thought it was Kaylee who took after him most.
And boy, she'd known Chris long enough to know exactly what that expression meant on him - so she had a pretty good notion what it meant on her.
Diane waited until she heard the familiar thwump of a body hitting her sickbed and only moved then, peeking her head around the privacy screen to ask the gentlest question she could: "You good, Kay?"
She didn't see any blood, didn't see welts or hives or the line of a sunburn, but again, this wasn't her first time working the camp through the summer, and she knew the things that sent most of the campers and counselors running to her office with tears in their eyes rolled off the Hacketts' backs like water off a duck; the Hacketts, she knew, were survivalists in the truest form, born and bred to withstand anything - everything - and so the things that ailed them were usually much, much worse.
From the bed, Kaylee huffed, the very picture of agony with her arms crisscrossed over her face and her grass-stained shoes dangling over the edge. "How do you get a boy to like you?" she asked, the weight of the world in her voice, and yup, uh huh, got it in one - the Hacketts could bleed, and the Hacketts could burn, the Hacketts could itch, the Hacketts could freeze, but affection, well...that was a slightly different story, wasn't it.
laptop threw a fit so im on mobile and my rp acct hi confession time for a third time. recently ive been super stressed abt writing Quick bc i feel i can never quite achieve that ideal version of my interpretation of him? i have to like literally confine myself to write him bc im super talkative and emotional and its just so hard in practice augh o|< fr i played myself when i decided to pick up Ariga Quick as a muse
i feel i can never quite achieve that ideal version of my interpretation of him?
I know confession time isn't exactly for advice but at least hear me out:
You might be putting too much pressure on yourself to be perfect. From one creative to another I know what that feels like- it's a sisyphusian problem of working up, up, up towards that ideal version of our vision only to look back and see we never left the starting line.
The thing is, that trying to create that ideal version of our creative idea just... It's not going to happen. It was like that with Heat's headcanon piece, sure it was perfect when I decided to publish it but you end up looking back with new experience and new knowledge that changes your creative thinking and suddenly it's not so perfect anymore.
The thing about your Quick (and I don't want to try and exactly characterize him here, you know him better than I do) is that, to me hes an enigma, hes something completely disconnected from you or I and I think that's where the issues start to arise.
i have to like literally confine myself to write him bc im super talkative and emotional and its just so hard in practice
You said it here, that your portrayal is completely different from you making it so hard in practice to get that accurate interpretation. I think you should really reassess what you want out of having Quick as a muse- Do you want to have fun? Do you want to be strong? Why are you writing him in the first place?
The thing I've learned recently, with my more recent writing is that I'm not writing to be accurate to anything (you really can't, not with mega man oh NO) and as much as I try to educate myself on current and known science regarding the robotics field (I still need to finish that article)-
Sometimes something is just. Cool. It's badass, it hits that certain spot that makes you sit up in your chair or shift because the energy you just got thinking about that idea was too much to handle.
You were the one who told me that rp is all about fun, it's a game! It's art. I wanna return the favor and say maybe what you're trying to do is not make Quick accurate, but fun. Maybe then you'll find your ideal portrayal.
I think your pinned post changing means your OF isn't pinned rn, which would be a shame given how quality it is and how enjoyable of a glimpse the paid content is in to a... more relaxed version of you than the strict enforcement here on tumblr. Well worth the sign up and well worth the donations, now if only we could do something about that huge distance between us and also the crippling anxiety and more, ae valentine?
Thank you for pointing that out my love, i have fixed it!! Link is now in pinned post again!! 🥰🔗🌹
And awwww you got me blushing, im so glad you think so!! 😍😘It feels so nice to not have to worry about getting nuked for having a little fun 🥳✨💕
I am smooching you from a distance rn. If you feel giggly and dazed its me, bc we got carried away.