#but when you are writing a prequel

[aparticularbandit]

Kyoko in DR3 looked at her impossible task - solve the murders before she and Makoto both die - and then, when forced to make a choice between save herself or save the person she loves?

Made the same choice Yui did.

And that's Yui's influence.

Pre-Black Challenge Kyoko could never. Her family creed is to put the case first, even above family (which is why Jin split - because Grandpa Kirigiri wouldn't let Kyoko go see her dying mother because they were on a case, and Mama Kirigiri died - and Jin was right for splitting, but he was wrong for leaving Kyoko there).

During DR Kirigiri, we see Kyoko making the comment that sometimes you have to let people die to solve the case, and every time she makes that claim, Yui rebukes her. No. We try and save everyone. We save as many people as we possibly can. Like them or not, we go to save them, even at the risk of our own lives.

Saving victims is the most important thing.

And we see Kyoko learning from this in vol. 6 - we maybe can't win the sniper game, but we can try to keep everyone from getting on the island. (Except there are flaws in that plan which she quickly brings up.)

Kyoko doesn't pull Makoto into her investigations because then he would be at risk from the mastermind, made most blatant when Junko bops him on the head and steals the Hope's Peak yearbooks.

Junko is playing a game with Kyoko.

Makoto becomes alibi and bait.

DR3 and Kyoko's choice to sacrifice herself to save Makoto, even though he might not be able to figure things out, is an homage to Yui and what she learned from her.

(It's also her way of saying that she's tired of other people dying for her. That she's taking the bullet this time.)

This is how you recontextualize canon.

[barklikeagod]

this moment where benson holds the door open and makes randy walk under his arm to get inside the diner drives me crazyyy. it's such an intoxicating interaction and i can’t help but wonder if he's ever done this to randy before… maybe when they've closed bbb together and randy's been a little slow gathering his things from his locker. benson's just been standing at the door all quiet, waiting. and randy's shuffled over embarrassed and feeling guilty for holding benson up. says a quick 'sorry' that has benson turning the keys over in his hand, not saying anything back. pushes the door open but stands in the way and waits again, arm up, eyes dark but the contact pointed. randy blinking. “oh. thanks.” goes under benson’s arm, gets so close the smell of cigarettes is dizzying. rubs at his nose as he heads to his car. only pausing halfway there when he realizes benson is still at the door to the restaurant, just standing there, door still open, arm still up. a fluttery, confused, “benson?” leaving him as he looks around. and then benson’s back to business with a roll of his shoulders, key in the lock, quick pull on the handles to double check. randy a little hopeful as he says “see you tomorrow?” by the hood. benson nodding, replies with a rough, knowing, “you will.” that makes randy warm.

[lovesickeros]

☆ from gold, i am undone

{☆} characters tsaritsa {☆} notes cult au, yandere, drabble, gender neutral reader {☆} warnings blood, implied self harm, implied suicide attempts {☆} word count 0.9k

You weren't meant to be here.

You can feel it in the marrow of your bones– it weighs you down like heavy shackles, gold bleeding from your pores until it is all you know. The taste of ichor on your tongue, the warmth of its invasion beneath your skin, that gleam of gold that lingers in the color of your eyes like specks of dust.

You are changed, and you are whole.

But you are so unbearably broken.

A shattered piece of porcelain hastily put back together with gold to fill the cracks.

Decoration, in the end, for you are not fit to walk as "mortals" do. This gold had filled every empty crevice of your body, spilled the red into your frantic hands and made you bleed so it's callous gold could make room inside your body. It has taken from you many things, given many more, but you scratch and bite and tear until it drips onto the floor and even then it never leaves. It stains the floor no matter how hard you scrub– a permanent reminder of the sickening gold that molds you into something that used to look like you– that does look like you. Desecrated, yet so horribly divine.

All you see is a monster.

Something new, something old.

A hollowed out shell, wounds left to rot and fester until you suited the image of the Creator they bore upon statues and murals, the Creator worshiped in prayers spoken in hushed whispers and joyous chants praising your magnificence.

But what magnificence is there in detachment? What joy is there to be found in carving a God out of a human? They kneel like lambs before the shepherd, but the flock has made you– and you want to unmake them. Unweave the tapestry of their being stitch by stitch until it all falls apart and the world knows the cost of casting molten gold into the shape of a human, knows the price that has been left unpaid.

You want to take it from them. Watch them squabble and pray, blind sheep stepping into the wolf's open maw– to tear the seams of their being until the world is unwound by your heavy hands.

But you know it will not satisfy you.

Nothing does anymore.

You are no wolf. Only the shepherd who guides.

And with every drop of blood spilled, they ripped the humanity from your very bones until your body was the cast in which they made something anew– something gold, something horrific. A monster as much a God, a beast as much a man.

There is nothing left but absolute authority.

You try again and again to mend this act of desecration, to peel back the outer shell and rend the gold from your marrow– but your body cannot, will not, die. It mends itself back into place no matter how damaged, and all you feel is the uncomfortable tug of your body forcing itself to live. You cannot die, but were you ever truly alive at all?

Yet with every cycle, you know only one constant besides the thrum of golden ichor in your veins– cold.

Ice that burns, ice that spreads and festers and devours. Claws that pull you apart until the gold runs thick, teeth that burrow into your bones and rip it out from the source..eyes that witness the fall of a God with reverence– hungering, all consuming reverence.

You welcome it.

It is the first time you felt pain since you were cast into an image of a being you were not meant to be. The sting of cold upon your skin makes you shiver, your body tries to reject it, but you want to welcome it– for a brief moment that lasts only as long as it takes for you to blink, you see the glint of something familiar in the reflection of her empty eyes. Something achingly, horribly familiar– something human, all the more terrifying for it.

Even when Teyvat itself crumples like paper beneath the weight of her sins – of this desecration anew, this wretched heresy – you allow her hands to do it again. You grasp her hands in yours like chains, willing her to shackle you, willing her to pull you apart and make you whole again. To break you until the gold cannot put you back together again.

You long, each time, for those eyes like spears that lodge into your skin– burrow deep and sting deeper, making gold flow like water. You long for the biting tongue, the cutting words and those teeth like weapons– long to see the spite and anger and impure disgust aimed at the woman of silver who leads you down a hall that ends only in damnation. You follow each time like the lamb led astray by the wolf, but you do not wail in betrayal when she sinks her teeth into your throat and devours you whole.

For is it a sin if you welcome it? Has their God sinned, in the eyes of the flock, for welcoming such heresy with open arms? For allowing the wolf into their home?

Is it a sin to be broken beneath the only hands that have loved you?

Is it a sin to want to love, too, those hands and teeth stained in gold?

Then you shall be damned, you swear it. Damned, but gold no more.

For death is the closest you have ever felt to being human.

[kenobihater]

of all the star wars movies, which of them do y'all 1) enjoy the most 2) consider the best quality and 3) think you've rewatched the most. add your answers in the reblogs or replies, i'm genuinely curious how much of an overlap there is within everyone's three answers. mine don't overlap at all! they're revenge of the sith, empire strikes back, and the force awakens :^)

[wikiangela]

tease tidbit tuesday💀

tagged by @alliaskisthepossibilityoflove @daffi-990 @fortheloveofbuddie @disasterbuckdiaz @hoodie-buck 💖

hi! so, yesterday I randomly opened the doc with the buddie death cast au - which is a fic I started writing last summer on vacation and never got back to it but then made progress lol it's gonna be MCD, which i know is not everyone's thing so feel free to ignore this 🤣 it's basically buddie in the universe of the "they both die at the end"/"the first to die at the end" books so it's gonna be sad, sorry lol (I never even read mcd, idk why i'm writing this but this idea just wants to be written i guess haha) gotta put this weird mood I've been in lately to good use and finally write this 🤣 not sure if I'm happy with this snippet, but it all needs editing, the first two snippets were written on my phone and haven't been edited yet lol

I posted two snippets so far, gonna link them both snippet 1 | snippet 2

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“Is all of this clear, Eddie?” she asks in the end.

“Yeah, sure, whatever.” he says shortly. He should've just hung up immediately. Or cancel this stupid subscription after Shannon died. Sometimes he wonders if maybe people who get the calls and coincidentally get into accidents, for example, just give up and refuse to fight because they think it’s their time. Not like Shannon could do much, her injuries were too severe when they got there, but the point stands. Maybe they get more reckless, thinking it doesn’t matter anyway. 

There’s a short pause on the line, but then Jane speaks up again, her tone softer, more sympathy seeping through.

“I know it’s not easy to accept, if you’d like some help with that, on out website you can find therapists and grief counselors specializing in-”

“Listen.” Eddie interrupts. He’s spent enough time in therapy. He’s not doing it on his supposedly last day. “I know it’s all bullshit. I don’t care. You said what you had to say, I listened, for whatever reason.” he rolls his eyes. He really should’ve hung up, or not answered at all. “Is this conversation over yet?” he asks and is met with another moment of silence. She’s probably wondering what everyone else always is: why is he even spending money on this if he doesn’t believe. He has an answer ready to go, but that’s not what she asks.

“Can I ask you a question?” she says quieter, whispering, probably not allowed to go too much off-script. 

“Sure, why not.” he shrugs. He’s wide awake now, anyway, he’s not in a hurry. Not like he’s dying anytime soon.

“If it was your last day, how would you spend it? You don’t have to answer, just think about it.” she adds quickly, her tone much softer and gentler now. Eddie’s mind immediately supplies a picture of Christopher and Buck, just a casual hang-out, like usual, maybe going to the movies, or the aquarium, or the planetarium, something fun for his kid. And later a gathering with the rest of their family, maybe a barbecue at Bobby and Athena’s, with Maddie and Chim, and Hen and Karen, all their kids, just everyone having fun together. Yeah, that’d be a perfect day. “There’s no harm in spending today just like this, if possible. Just in case.” Jane adds, still whispering. He doesn’t tell her that’s more or less his plan, anyway, for the evening after his 12-hour shift. During which nothing will happen to him, because Death-Cast doesn’t know shit. “Well, lastly, Eddie,” Jane’s voice is back at normal-volume, tone strictly professional but sympathetic, as she recites the end of her script, “on behalf of everyone here at Death-Cast, we’re so sorry to lose you. Live this day to the fullest.”

Eddie hangs up without a word.

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[lesbiradshaw]

in cauda venenum by felixcatton

In cauda venenum: The poison is in the tail. This can be said of an account that proceeds gently, but turns vicious towards the end.

It isn’t often that Felix notices someone before they notice him, but Eddie the American starts out as somewhat of an exception.

(Also known as: Felix Catton & The Tale of the Former Favourite)

[antichrists-plus-one]

the thing about Jonathan sims is I trust him with my happiness but mostly I trust him with Jonathan sims’ life and if he is planning on releasing anything it means he actually believes it’s good and adds to the story

[destinywillowleaf]

how to go from a one-shot/conversation spawned from thinking too much about an unseen father to more than a dozen fic ideas and an overarching narrative about family heritage (and the generational trauma that comes with it), the importance of communication, and how all lives touch other lives to create something anew and alive in one easy step

[thetrashthatsmilesback]

Things that make me a real star wars fan:

the og battlefront games are some of my favorite games ever

I've read over 100 of the books

I've read most of the pre-disney star wars comics, including the strips from the 70s and 80s, and many of the post Disney comics

I played all the Lego star wars games as a kid and then paid to play them again with the Skywalker saga

the 2003 clone wars specials are some of my favorite animated media ever, and I've watched the clone wars series several times over

I rewatch the OT and PT about every 3 months and actually force people to celebrate may the 4th and may the 6 with me

I own star wars Lego sets. Yes the small ones, but even those are overpriced. Still own them though.

I've watched most of the Disney+ cashgrabs shows

when I went to comic con the only thing I bought was a han solo art print that I got signed by the artist (I then left early because I have autism and had an autistic meltdown. I haven't gone to a convention since but I want to try them again, so if you're autistic give me tips you use at conventions pls!!)

i own the star wars archive books

i have several of the newer star wars games

Things that make me a fake star wars fan:

i constantly forget jango fett's name

i think that both luke and mara jade are gay and each other's beards.

one time at dnd i was talking about star wars and referred to basic as common

i call jizz jazz

[savrenim]

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I've got to say wrt writing and plotting and Boy Do I Like Nonlinear Narratives so that I can Maximize The Narrative Impact Of When Information Is Revealed is that, like. there is a very interesting aspect that is "how obvious do you make The Timeline vs how much do you expect your readers to Figure It Out based on context clues" and I tend to be pretty firmly on the 'eh my readers aren't idiots they can figure it out' side of things but that's not ALWAYS the case and just. interesting to think about Should I Be A Bit Nicer or is My Readers Aren't Stupid always appropriate to assume

[wickedhawtwexler]

the most frustrating situation you can be in as a writer is knowing something about your story Does Not Work but having no idea what it is or why

[shield-and-saber]

yeah, so i just finished cataclysm

[espithewarlock]

Hi!!! Just finished Take Me With You love it so much it’s amazing. Just a question would u ever make another book in that series snout carlando?

Hi!! 💚💚💚 Thank you so much for the ask and I'm thrilled to hear that you enjoyed the story!!

So, I don't have plans to do a story that's just Carlando, but the Piarles prequel that I mentioned in the author's notes will cover things like how Pierre & Charles meet Carlos & Lando, how the pack is formed, their perspective on Lando presenting as an omega, and a tiny bit of Carlos & Lando courting & mating.

Once that one is done posting, if there's anything that was "skipped" and you'd like to see, feel free to drop a prompt in my asks! I'll happily write little snippets or summarize my thoughts on any given situation within the fics.

(Also, if you like my writing and Carlando, I do have a Coffeeshop AU that's Lando's perspective and features some Magical Realism! If you haven't read it already, of course.)

[carcarrot]

well everyone now that sparkstember is over i can now devote my energy to being insane in other still sparks-related ways

[smokbeast]

whats the timeline of the fnaf au? :O

BOUNCES AROUND THE WALLS EAGERLY

so Fnaf Override essentially is a sequel to security but also before ruin! So like right in the middle ^^

It takes place directly after a blend of princess quest and burntrap ending similarly to ruins timeline (except in this ending the building didn't burn down, just burntrap got taken by the blob and that's it.) But with something else melded into it with my own headcanons to the story

After the whole situation with Vanessa and the mimic/burntrap/aftypeepaw corrupting all the animatronics and making a mess of the place with Gregory and freddy (they're still here yep). The plex shuts down for a good few weeks looking for new hires and repairs. But the pizzaplex isn't quite as it used to be and it seems there's still something amidst.. like a ghost still prowling it's cemetery, various ghosts so to speak.

[gothsuguru]

I just read black is the color of my true loves hair and I am SCREAMING AND FROTHING

I HAVE TO KNOW HOW HE AND MC MET. IT SOUNDS SO CUTE AND WHOLESOME.

Especially how u preluded it......... turning someone who sleeps around into a soft devoted boy is my favorite meal ♡♡♡

THIS IS LITERALLY THE MOST SWEETEST ASK TO WAKE UP TO I’M CRYING THANK YOU FOR READING that fic is my absolute beloved <333

AND AHHHHH DID YOU KNOW THAT I WAS THINKING ABT WRITING THE PREQUEL FIC (HOW THEY MET) YESTERDAY??? are you in my brain anon omfg…

JUST BC OF YOU I’LL BE STARTING ON OUTLINING IT SOON! (hopefully i get inspo on actual writing but i have some of the storyline down!) <333

as a lil treat for You my beloved… i’ll give you a smooch <3 also suguru’s tattoo parlor is called uzumaki 🤭 i may show parts of his time sleeping around but i think by the time they met he had his own tattoo parlor? I’M NOT EVEN SURE ANYMORE I HAVE TO REREAD MY OWN FIC NOW TO MAKE SURE NFNFNFNFNFNF 😭 but yes they ARE both so devoted and soft <333 wholesome sometimes but feral little demons in love the other <333

i love you so much thank you for sending me this <3 what a wonderful thing to wake up to :’) ILYSM :D i’ll get started on it soon just for you! <3

(also dear anon idk if you’ll see this but lmk what stuff you want me to put in the fic as a treat for you! if it works well w the story i’ll see what i can do :D)

(a treat for you anon these texts killed me) ^^^ the way their relationship in “black is the color of my true love’s hair” works btw reader is in grey and suguru is in blue 🤭