#cause I just deleted a bunch of these games from my draft
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Glorious
a/n: I'm so sad that I accidentally lost the request for this! Long story short, I posted the unfinished story instead of saving it to my drafts, so I deleted it. It's been too long since I last posted and I promise I'll try to do so more often!! Also, this is my first time writing smut, so sorry if it's terrible!
Request: Cedric smut after quidditch practice
Pairing: Cedric Diggory x Female! Reader
Warnings: smut (obviously), switch! Cedric (mostly sub), switch! Reader (mostly dom), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, people!!), edging, orgasm denial, friends cockblocking ced (poor baby), dirty talk, slight breeding kink, praise and degradation.
Word count: I have no idea, but A LOT. More than I expected, to be honest. I want to say 4k of smut? (Don't come at me, I'm horny)
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Glorious.
That was the word that came to mind as the one and only Cedric Diggory flew after the snitch. Autumn had just begun but summer has left its heat. And that left Cedric shirtless during training.
He was far away from where you sat, but his lean muscles glowed under the sun, leaving goosebumps on your skin despite the heatwave.
With or without a shirt, seeing your boyfriend train was a huge turn-on. His brows furrowed in concentration, his muscles straining to stay balanced on the broom, his agility and keen eye, the competitiveness of it all.
Of course, in the end, it was just a bunch if people playing with balls of all shapes and sizes. You were particularly a big fan of fondling in the bedroom, so why not cheer your boyfriend on while he did the same?
'Ok, maybe not the same. But we can't all be athletic.' You thought, just as Cedric laid eyes on the snitch.
"Come on, Ced!" You cheered, jumping up and down in the stands along with some of the other player's significant others and Hufflepuff supporters.
He flew quicker by the second, reaching out into the clouds. The golden ball was fast, but Cedric was faster. Soon enough, he caught the snitch and both teams went wild for their seeker.
Even though it was just a practice game, you cheered and jumped. Cedric caught your eyes from the other side of the field and flew toward you.
Every game he did the same thing, it became your tradition. The moment he caught the snitch, he flew your way for a celebratory kiss before touching the ground to cheer with his teammates.
"Hello, darling" he said with a huge grin before connecting his lips with yours.
Cedric deepened the kiss, urging you to part your lips with a brush of his tongue. You felt the saltiness as you swiped your own against his lips, but you didn't mind.
His warm tongue connected with yours a second later, causing a tingling sensation between your legs.
Cedric pulled away entirely too quickly, leaving you closed-eyed and chasing his lips. With a cocky grin and a wink, he flew down to where his team had already started removing their gear.
He would definitely pay for his teasing later. For now, you hiked your skirt a bit higher and went to meet him beside the locker rooms.
The two of you locked eyes and you made sure to sway your hips a bit more. His gaze scanned your body hungrily.
Due to the warm weather, you had removed your socks and tie, as well as opened your shirt. It hadn't been on purpose, but you were glad you did. If looks could kill, you'd be splayed and torn apart on Cedric's dick. Your thighs squeezed together in anticipation.
"(y/n)! Wait!" Exclaimed Luna, trotting down the bleachers.
You cursed under your breath and Cedric laughed before going into the changing rooms.
You loved Luna, she was one of your closest friends, but reading the room was definitely not one of her strong suits.
"Hi" she sighed, going in for a tight hug.
"Hey, Luna" you hugged her back just as tightly.
"Would you like to study potions later? I could use your help"
"Sure." You answered, starting down the stairs again, Luna trailing beside you "Lake or library?"
"Oh, library. The lake has too many distractions, I have to stay focused this time."
"Alright, after Snape’s class?"
"Yes, that will work perfectly." She nodded, wrote it down on her hand and turned to leave before glancing back with a smirk "have a nice time with Cedric, but do try not to get caught."
You stood there gobsmacked.
Purposely cockblocked by Luna Lovegood.
You laughed before heading towards the locker room.
Two players headed out, waving your way, as you leaned against the wall opposite of where Cedric was.
Fifteen more minutes went by and three players had left. You crossed your arms and sighed.
'What in Merlin's name is taking so long?' You asked yourself, patience growing thinner by the minute.
When your watch marked twenty-five minutes since the players went in, the 6th player left and Cedric was still nowhere to be found.
You decided to wait five more minutes.
'You're just being impatient. Calm the hell down, (y/n)' you told yourself, taking a deep breath.
But 30 minutes was too much. Not for you, but for Cedric. He bathes like there's a ticking time bomb in the showers.
'Is he hurt?' The thought crossed your mind and your feet lead you inside.
The air was humid and hot around you.
"Cedric?" You whisper-yelled "I swear to Merlin, if you're dead in here, I'll kill you."
A groan made you stop in your tracks.
"Cedric?" You called out, moving towards the deep breathing.
Rounding the corner, you found a sight picked straight out of your dirtiest maladaptive daydreams.
Your boyfriend was naked and wet. Cedric's left hand tried to grip the wall, beads of water trailing down his tense biceps and lower. It flowed down his torso and lower even, to where his right hand held a tight grip around his cock, pumping up and down in a slow and sensual pace.
"Took you long enough" he said, a smirk on his face.
Striding towards him, you smirked right back. Removing your uniform and shoes, then, ever so slowly, your underwear. A groaning Cedric quickened his pace at the sight of you.
You entered the shower, closing the water, as Cedric released his dick and grabbed your waist, pulling you into him.
He went straight for your lips, just as slow and sensual as his former pace.
Your hands went separate ways. One towards his hair, that pulled the short strands back to break the kiss. The other wrapped around his arousal, stroking till the tip.
The mixture of both sensations had Cedric moaning your name fervently.
"Who said you could start without me?" You whispered in his ear.
"Didn't mean to, didn't think you'd take this long to come find me" he replied, kissing your neck right where he knew your knees would go weak.
"You'll still have to pay for your hastiness."
"You know I love your punishments, darling" he grins and catches your lips in a passionate kiss. Tongues circling, teeth clashing and bodies drawing impossibly closer.
Your hand started stroking his swollen flesh again, drawling low and soft moans from his lips.
"I know, love." You soothed, but your hand only moved faster, your grip tighter.
A string of curses escaped his lips.
"(y/n)" he whimpered.
"You're so close, aren't you?" You cooed.
"So close, so close" he answered frantically.
"Not quite yet, I can't let you off the hook that easily." You said, halting your movements.
He let out a dissapointed groan.
"Don't be ungrateful, darling." You teased, "You'll come soon enough"
A bead of pre-cum leaked from his tip. You gathered it in your thumb and brought it to your lips, sucking the saltiness seductively.
Cedric's pupils were blown wide and an almost primal look took over his features.
You grabbed his neck and kissed him with everything you had, doing all the things you knew would drive him wild, then pulled away. He was left closed eyed, chasing your lips.
But you hadn't had all your fun yet. With a grin on your face, you turned around and headed towards your clothes.
"Darling?" he asked.
You ignored him, putting on your shirt and probably missing a few buttons in the process. You saw Cedric grab his towel, a confused look on his face. You put on your skirt and threw your lace underwear his way. He grabbed them with slightly wide eyes.
"I'd get ready quickly if I were you. If I wait too long for you, I might start by myself." with a wink, you left a bungling Cedric hurriedly drying himself.
You let out a low giggle while strutting out the locker rooms. You were leaving the field when Cedric caught up with you, shirt half open, your lace panties between his teeth, and still buttoning up his pants.
You stifled a giggle at the sight and walked faster. He tripped, but managed to catch himself.
Before long, he was fully dressed and walking fast beside you, glancing your way every few seconds with a giddy smile on his face.
That is, until Harry Potter started calling after him.
His eyes widened slightly, he grabbed your arm and said "Don't you dare stop walking"
With a playful smile on your face, you released your arm from his grip and turned towards the griffindor.
"Hello, Harry!" You smiled widely, mosty because of the impatient look on Cedric's face.
"Hey, (y/n)," he turned towards your boyfriend "Cedric, can I talk to you for a second?" the boy looked at you for a split second before returning his gaze to Cedric "Alone."
"Actually, we-"
"Of course! Take your time, Harry!" You answered, overly amiable.
As you started walking away, Cedric grabbed your arm again.
"(y/n)'s not feeling very well, I have to take care of her. Can we do this another time?"
"Oh, nonsense! You know I can take care of myself." You said, untangling yourself from him, "Besides, I feel much better now. I might even -"
Your words were cut off as Cedric pulled you against his chest.
"I'm sure (y/n) won't tell a soul, there's nothing you can say to me that you can't say to her."
Harry reluctantly started saying something about some girl. Maybe Cho? Ginny? You had no idea. You were too busy feeling Cedric's hard cock against your backside, his hands pressing at your stomach to hold you as close as possible.
You looked up at him and he had a smug look on his face. He knew what he was doing.
His lips were moving, but all you could thing about was his dick inside you, pounding over and over again until your whole body shook.
"What do you think, (y/n)?"
Your name pulls you back from your lustful state and you realise the words came from Harry. He looked doubtful and insecure. You understood him, you'd been in a similar situation after all. Who never has? Pining after someone and not knowing if they'll ever want you back? Too shy and insecure to do anything about it? It was a universal experience.
"I think that I never would have told Cedric about my feelings if he didn't make the first move. I never would have told him how I felt and we wouldn't be together now." You held Cedric's hands on your stomach and smiled at the memory of him first coming to speak with you.
"I think that you will never know how she feels if you never ask. Life is about taking risks. Sometimes it doesn't work out, but that only means that person wasn't the one for you. You are remarkable, Harry Potter. If anyone does not want you it's their loss, not yours. And if they do want you, they'll be extremely lucky to have you."
The boy was blushing by the end of your speech and Cedric smiled down at you.
"D'you really think so?" he asked, but a smile pulled at his lips.
"I do." you answered sincerely.
"Ok, Potter, cheers mate. We gotta go." Cedric said, taking your hand, not waiting for a reply before jogging through the halls, dragging you along with him.
Your laughter echoed through the halls and your stomach clenched in anticipation. Cedric lead you down the stairs and past the kitchens, his face no longer humorous.
He tapped the rhythm to "Helga Hufflepuff" on the right barrel and immediately pushed through, pulling you along with him. You both made your way to his dorm, thanking Merlin once again that prefects have individual rooms.
The click of the lock closing resonated through the room and the only noise left was your heavy breathing as you gazed as one another.
You made the first move, slowly unbuttoning your shirt and leaving it to fall on the floor. Cedric watched, unmoving, as you unzipped your skirt and let it fall as well.
You leaned against the door and he looked at you with a predatory gaze, but you both knew who was in charge.
"Kneel." you commanded and Cedric immediately obeyed, falling to his knees in front of you, holding the back of your thighs.
"Did I say you could touch me?" you asked, raking your hands through his hair.
He removed his hands from you, but begged "I need you so much, please. Can I make you come?" his pupils were blown wide, his brows furrowed, and his erection pressing against his pants.
"Only because you asked so nicely" you answered sweetly and Cedric sighed, his head falling to your mound.
His hands massaged your buttocks as he gave you kisses so close yet so far to where you needed him most.
"Now," you breathed "you are going to give me head and make me cum. Can you do that, baby?"
"Please," he whimpered, kissing your mound, "wanna taste you so bad, darling."
"Go ahead, Ced."
He immediately complied, hiking your right leg over his shoulder and licking from your entrance to your clit. You gasped, steadying yourself against the wall and he moaned against you.
"Always taste so good, my love."
Cedric licked and sucked like a starved man, tearing moan after moan from you.
"Cedric" you whimpered, gripping his hair to bring him closer or push him away. You didn't even know anymore.
He swirled his tongue around your clit before lowering his mouth to your entrance again and plunging his tongue inside. Your groan was loud enough for anyone in the hufflepuff common room and adjacent to hear as he fucked you slowly with his tongue.
"Just like that, baby."
He complied, keeping the same rhythm. In and out, in and out.
Your walls started clenching and warmth spread across your lower stomach, but it still wasn't enough.
"I need more." you said, looking down at him.
Like a good boy, he started stroking your clit with his thumb and worked his tongue faster.
Like that wasn't enough, he looked up at you and just the sight of him on his knees for you, with disheveled hair, eating you out while his spare hand stroked his cock would have brought on your first orgasm.
Your body shook and your knees gave out, but Cedric still held you and kept using his tongue to help you ride out your high.
When it was too much, you pulled his head away from your core by his hair.
"You were so good, my love." You caressed his face "Until you started touching yourself."
"I wasn't going to make myself come, I swear." He stood up "I just wanted to feel good."
"I'll make you feel good, baby." you dragged your finger and nails down his torso, leaving goosebumps as you told him to lie down on the bed.
"Finish taking your clothes off," you said, looking around "I want you naked when I get on that bed."
Finding what you were looking for, you crawled over your boyfriend's body and sat down on top of his erection. The direct contact with your heat made him swear.
You put his arms above his head and bound his wrists to the headboard with your house's tie.
"Please, I swear I won't touch myself." he pulled at the tie "I just wanna touch you, darling."
"Oh, I can't let you do that." you propped your hands on his chest and started a tortuously slow drag of your hips up and down his length, "You've been misbehaving a lot this afternoon. You only get to touch me when you've been a good boy."
"I'll be a good boy, I promise." he whimpered.
"We'll see about that." you answered, grinding a bit faster against him.
His hands were white from pulling at the tie, his breathing laboured and his hips shaking with restraint.
You leaned forward, your breasts falling to his face, "Suck on them."
He leaned towards them and captured your left nipple with his mouth. His nibbling and sucking tore moans from you and made you fasten your pace on his cock.
"Gonna come soon." he managed before turning his attention to your right nipple.
You took his jaw in your hand and kissed him passionately before resting your forehead against his.
His cock started twitching beneath you and Merlin if it didn't bring you an instant from your second orgasm, but you pulled away all at once.
Tears threatened to spill from his eyes and his dick kept spasming, his hips bulking.
Cedric whimpered.
"I know, I know." you cooed "You're doing so good, but I'm not done punishing you just yet."
You connected your lips one last time before making your way to the foot of the bed, caressing his leg as you walked. The growing wetness and incessant pulse between your thighs made you clench them.
"You did so good at training today, Ced." you praised him, "And you looked so handsome, too."
You got on the bed once more, between his legs this time, and he looked down at you.
"Wanted your pretty cock in my mouth the whole time."
He moaned as you started stroking his length, a bead of pre-cum falling onto your hand.
"Please, I want to be inside you." he begged, thrusting into your hand.
"Soon enough, my love." you answered kissing his tip, earning you a hiss "Have patience."
Your mouth watered as you looked at his engorged member, hard against his abs. All flustered cheeks, glistening skin, and shallow breaths, Cedric awaited your next move.
"Glorious." You breathed to yourself, but the seeker flushed even more from the praise.
Your eyes went back to his cock and the vein on the underside was your first target. You heard his moan as you licked him from base to tip, then took him inside your mouth all at once.
His hips bulked and his head hit the back of your throat, making you gag. Your pulse quickened everywhere.
Bobbing your head up and down, sucking harder at the head, you pushed Cedric closer to the edge.
He moaned your name like a prayer, over and over, and you kept up your pace even as tears fell from your eyes and drool spread down your chin.
"Touch my balls." He gasped and you complied, smiling around him.
You cupped and massaged his scrotum, already heavy with cum and you imagined all that inside of you. Moaning at the thought, you gave Cedric one last suck before getting up on your knees to untie him.
His hands flew to your hips and his lips to yours.
"You had your fun, darling, now it's my turn." he said, voice deep and eyes dark. His pupils were so dilated you could barely see the usual grey.
Holding your body to his, he flipped the both of you and looked down at you with one arm holding his weight beside your body, the other hand softly grazing your body.
"Hello, gorgeous." he smiled, diving to kiss you.
You kissed him back, tongues caressing each other and hands roaming.
Two fingers slid from your entrance to your clit and you shuddered.
"So wet for me, aren't you?" he took his digits to his lips and sucked them clean, you bit your bottom lip to contain a moan.
The sight alone could have made you cum.
"I need you to use your words, darling. I'm going to fuck you into the mattress right now, alright?" he said, caressing your face.
The contrast between his words and his tenderness had you squirming "Please." was all you could manage.
Taking his swollen cock, he teased you, dragging the head up and down your slit then circling your clit.
"Hurry!" you whined and he immediately obliged, completely sheathing his cock in your entrance.
Both gasping, your walls clenched around him and Cedric steadied himself against the bed.
Your mingling breaths evened out a bit before Cedric slowly pulled out until the tip and rutted back in again.
One of your hands shot up to hold his biceps while the other splayed against his back.
His length hit deep, hard and slow, making you dizzy.
He moaned your name in your ear, hair brushing the side of your face. Your legs made their way around his waist, letting him hit even deeper and you clenched harder around him.
"Fuck, darling." he groaned, quickening his pace "Need you to come for me, can you do that?"
His every thrust lead you to your second orgasm. How deep he hit, the moans and grunts he let out, how every plunge of his hips rubbed against you clit, the look he had in his eyes.
Every one of your muscles clenched and shook, Cedric moaned, and you let out a cry as blinding pleasure exploded through your body.
Even as you came down from your high, the thrusts didn't stop. If anything, they were harder and faster.
Cedric pulled out and turned you over, bringing your ass towards him. He plunged himself in again and continued his thrusts just as deep and fast as before.
You bit the pillow as he gave your ass a smack, but he still heard your low groan.
"You like that, don't you?" he spanked you again, a bit harder this time, and you cried out "My pretty little cock slut."
You moaned incoherently as he hit just the right spot over and over.
"Gonna come inside you, darling." he grunted.
Grabbing one of his hands placed on your hips, you looked back at him and, as always, the sight was glorious.
Cedric could have been sculpted by the gods themselves, with a layer of sweat that made his skin glow, veins and lean muscles bulging, and sexual prowess you were sure no human should have been made to have.
Interlacing your fingers, he looked into your eyes then shot his head up and his thrusts became sloppier. His dick started swelling inside you and you moaned. He was close and so were you.
"Fill me up, Ced. Wanna be so full of you." was the last thing you managed to say before your walls clenched tightly around him and you let out a silent scream.
Cedric poured out a string of curses and gave one final deep thrust before you felt his release coat your walls. Breathing laboured and bodies exhausted, he fell to his side and brought your body with him.
"You did so good, baby." he praised, kissing your hair, then asked sweetly "Do you need anything? Water, a bath?"
You turned around and curled into him "Just you."
He smiled and kissed your forehead "You'll always have me."
"I love you." you murmured into his chest.
Cedric's heart swelled in his chest and he said "I love you." but you were already asleep.
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Extended authors' note: Lost Wardens bits from the bins
I saw making the rounds this one post about the secret lore authors have about their own stories/fics, so I feel like sharing some stuff about the longfic/novel that finally crossed that AO3 line to Completed yesterday. Just some behind the scenes stuff, if anyone's so inclined. Big spoiler-y things are after the cut.
Here's the fic.
Here is a playlist, and here are the playlist notes with tiny spoilers.
Here are some videos of influencer crabber (! — feel like that's something Alex would have enjoyed, lol) Luke McFadden that I watched for some references. I also watched a whole bunch of FV Miss Paula content, and that's where I learned about the crab tagging Alex does with the scientists. Pretty sure I still got some details wrong; feel free to correct me 'cause I ain't no crabber! They use "hawk" to refer to what I called a "marker buoy" in my fic, for instance, but I wanted to avoid confusion with another type of crab trap called a crabhawk.
By happy coincidence, it was actually Stardew Valley's seventh anniversary yesterday. I wasn't aware when I hit post on those last chapters, but I'm very glad. Wouldn't have made any of this without ConcernedApe's own labor of love.
Sections:
Origins
Wardens of Magic, Go!
Jonathan
Cathy
Mr. Qi and Sandy
Calendar math
Personal/other writerly stuff
Origins
The first chapters of The Lost Wardens went up on AO3 on 03 Nov 21, but I definitely started working on this a lot earlier — 07 June 21, according to the file details in Docs. The original title was A Comparative Study of Southern Ferngill Crab Trap Designs. There were a bunch of attempts to get this going before I finally knew where I wanted to go:
Crabber Mullner - 07 June 21
Comparative Bins - 01 July 21
The Lost Wardens 0 - 05 July 21
The Lost Wardens - 28 Aug 21
NaNoWriMo prep doc - 16 Oct 21
Wardens Annex - 04 Jan 23
I like to keep a "Bin" file of scraps, scene drafts, notes, etc. that I cut or revise but don't want to delete entirely. Lots of frozen darlings in there, lol. Looks like I finally figured out the direction I wanted to go at the end of August, when my third draft document became the main working one. Wardens Annex was set up just this year only because the main doc got too unwieldy for my phone's memory.
Anyway, I just wanted to write a love story in the style of cheesy TV movies. It was supposed to be about 3-5 chapters long; I thought my Seb fic was kicking off a bunch of these short fluffy pieces about different characters in the Valley.
So, in "Comparative Study", Alex was supposed to get hit by a truck and break his arm right before his big tryout, and as he processed how much this was going to change his life, he was supposed to learn that what he wanted was ✨💖right there all along💖✨. Leslie is surprise pregnant, Alex proposes, the end.
But, as you maybe know by now, another idea crept in, and I started thinking about the not-so-secret magic in the game and the little bits of lore we glean from stuff like that one Lost Book in the Pelican Town library. I liked the idea of a magical ensemble of some kind, too. I've always loved stuff about superpowered/magical teams, so I started to think about what kind of group would make sense in the world of Stardew Valley.
Originally, Rasmodius in crow form was supposed to cause the truck crash in an attempt to keep Alex from leaving the valley and not becoming warden. Jonathan, on the other hand, was all for letting Alex decide his own fate. In the final story, we only hear from Rasmodius in the penultimate chapter, but he figured a lot more in the early drafts, haha.
Digging around in the bins, I see the original group of younger wardens was going to include Abigail on the mountain, Leo in the forest, Jas with magic, and Vincent for memory. I wanted to end with Alex now in the role of mentor, as Jonathan had been to him. But as I got into Abigail's hidden ancestry and thought about Leo being raised by Linus, I felt that putting Abby on the mountain didn't really make sense. (She can still have a sword if she wants, though.)
The next group of younger wardens I had in mind was Alex, Leslie, Sebastian, Abigail, and Leah (forest). I also had ideas of Leah/Sebastian going on in the background. That didn't pan out once I decided to drop Leah from the group (sorry, Leah fans).
Anyway, I'd written about seven chapters out of these beginnings and then decided that the stakes didn't feel big enough. Alex's choice didn't feel like a real one. What was going to stop Alex from ultimately getting over what Rasmodius did and choosing to be warden, when it was basically the only good opportunity in front of him? I realized that the crash couldn't happen, and it was starting to feel too melodramatic for me, anyway. Gridball had to be back on the table. I had to start again.
Wardens of Magic, Go!
I am not kidding about the magical ensemble thing. I had them associated with different weapons and bird avatars but decided the weapons weren't really going to come into play.
Leslie - lowlands - black-naped oriole - golden scythe
Alex - sea - osprey - trident
Abigail - mountain, later memory - mockingbird/whip-poor-will - galaxy sword (gifted) or dagger
Sebastian - magic - crow - wand/staff
Leo - forest, later mountain - parrot - slingshot/bow
Sandy - desert (kinda; it's unclear just how much Qi's handiwork has distanced his domain from the rest of the Circle over the years) - red-tailed hawk - ? (whip, lol)
Boon Kiat - lowlands - [Eurasian] tree sparrow
Jonathan - sea - osprey
Joanna - memory - mockingbird
Cathy - forest - horned owl
Rasmodius - magic - crow
Qi - desert - vulture
Linus - bald eagle
Jonathan
In the early versions, Jonathan was a more benign figure who simply encouraged Alex to make his own choices. He even supported Alex and Leslie's relationship; he just wanted to make sure Alex could freely decide what was best for Alex.
But as the story shifted, I started to feel Jonathan needed more to do. I thought more about what would drive Jonathan's interest in Alex's life. I hit upon the idea that it should be Jonathan, not Rasmodius, who is responsible for Alex's troubles. Next to Cathy, Jonathan was the most hurt by Raul and Joanna. So, who was he, really? And how far was he willing to go to keep Alex from going through what he did?
It was also probably around that time that I stopped calling him Samuel and his boat the Amaranth, lol. I was still kind of fresh from a Dishonored kick and wanted to maintain a connection. But as Alex's skipper became more his own character, he and his boat needed their own names.
I'd always planned for him to be the old mariner, and a good number of people guessed that early on. The thing is, though, the old mariner is a spirit. Jonathan was not yet a spirit, and he had stuff to do before that happened.
As a consequence of these changes, Alex spent a lot of the fic avoiding Jonathan and being mad at him. I realized that maybe too late; it became a problem when I had to write the final chapters. I started to worry that I'd only told people how much of a father figure Jonathan had been to this boy; maybe I hadn't shown it enough. The first drafts had more scenes of the two of them working together, joking around, having heart-to-hearts, etc. — stuff, I feel, would have strengthened the impact of Alex's conflicting feelings about the skipper once he found out the truth. This was the main reason for the flashback in Ch. 25; I hope it worked.
As for the big challenge showdown that never was, Rattle said something somewhere about how there doesn't always have to be a big fight with the "villain"; sometimes the villain turns out to be not bad at all, and sometimes the real villain is just trauma or indecision or life. Jonathan is sometimes an antagonist, but I never really saw him as a villain, just as someone who made questionable decisions in the name of protecting someone vulnerable and young. I wanted Alex's future to always end up in his own hands and for his heart to lead him there.
Cathy
I had also planned to write something to fill in the gaps about Cathy's life. We would actually see the "movie" in Ch. 24. Maybe Alex deciding last-minute that he didn't need to see it was a cop-out, but I just decided I didn't want to write this part anymore. Maybe it would've been too much of a detour from his own story, and I was already setting up a lot of pins to knock down as it was.
So, for those who're wondering, Cathy and Joanna had always been competitive. They were both cunning and charming, but Joanna was older and prettier and definitely got more attention. Cathy was open to Raul's advances, partly because the young wizard could get it, and partly because it would get one up over her sister. Soap operatic, maybe, but also human, maybe.
The reason for her "academic drift" away from forestry and her ending up at Fish and Wildlife after the big blow-up is Jonathan. His stepping in to shield her from Joanna left a faint magical imprint or echo, and part of the "drift" was driven by her own subconscious reaching for something familiar.
A while back IRL, there was a bunch of news stories about spies being outed, and for some reason they were all professors. My SO (works with some international academics) reasoned that it was because they can come into contact with and influence powerful people under the guise of advising and research. I entertained ideas of some intelligence agency using Cathy's memory problems, conference trips, and government ties to cover up the smuggling of documents and data. She could even be aware of it; she was cold enough when it came to JojaFish. But, as I'd already decided not to fully write out her story, I didn't develop these ideas more.
This might also be a good place to mention that I'd thought of having the war with Gotoro be one of the ripple/butterfly effects of the older Circle breaking apart. But I abandoned that idea, too.
Mr. Qi and Sandy
I love them. I hoped to get into their backstory at some point, but I never did work it in. Mostly because I was a coward and didn't want to get hate about their age difference.
Sandy was one of Joanna's first doves. Qi found her and kept her for a while, out of curiosity. As he grew attached and then concerned about how brief doves' lifespans are, he asked Joanna to un-dove the kid, and then he placed her with some business associates who were having trouble adopting. He barely saw her after that; he was too busy with growing his empire and was content to be a distant godfather who sent birthday and Winter Star presents.
When Sandy, strangely drawn to the desert and the Oasis, came looking for a job, Qi recognized her as his successor. He trained her in all the ways of hotel/hospitality management, and in magic. They developed an excellent collegial friendship. Qi suspected he might have even stronger feelings but kept them to himself, told himself to focus on business. He was about twice her age and blue; it wasn't gonna happen.
Even if he had (has) no plans of dying at a normal time, he decided to bring up his succession plans to Sandy at some point. She was the one who said it would be more fun if they got married.
Calendar math
This fic received the most planning I've ever put into a fic. You might have seen my map and notes on geography. I also downloaded a blank calendar and worked out where some dates would land if each season lasted three months instead of one. Here's a glimpse:
Of course, this makes Alex a Cancer. 🦀
I also read up on fetal development and pregnancy in case anything Leslie was experiencing might be good to mention. Admittedly, I could have done that more. But after Alex went to training camp, he was around her less, and I also just focused on him more.
Personal/other writerly stuff
As you can maybe tell, I really love the sea. I think working on this fic helped me reacquaint myself with that love. There's so much focus on farming and the farmer in a lot of SDV fan work, but I really enjoyed digging into the fact that Pelican Town is a seaside town — and in the process, I got to think about all the things I loved about growing up close to the sea myself.
I know I also resorted to a lot of figures of speech related to music. Maybe they're crutches for me at this point, but explaining things the way I'd describe music or moving through water or water moving (plus weather, especially storms) is maybe the best way I know how to verbalize the thought or feeling I want in the story. Under the ecliptic zodiac, I'm an earth sign, and under the Chinese zodiac, my element is fire. But water and being in or close to the water gives me a sense of equilibrium and clarity; maybe it's a balancing thing (says the person who also says she doesn't believe in astrology). Outside of the water, the next thing that gives me that is music.
This fic also saw me processing some personal stuff about life stages and getting to move forward to the next one. Alex and Leslie's happy ending/beginning is a bit of wish fulfillment for me. They channel magic through their work, which means they will still go through all the mundanity and struggle of farming/crabbing/fishing, but they will have a home together at the end of every day. I am working toward the quiet magic of love in my everyday, too.
I have some ideas for the next thing I want to write, but they need to simmer a bit. In the meantime, I'll go back to actually reading fics and seeing what else other people are writing (I try to avoid the AO3 feed during a big WIP to prevent idea osmosis).
Thanks for reading (especially if you got this far, lol). Leave a note or a comment if you like. :)
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What's In My Notes? (Cause Why Not?)
Ah.
I forgot this was in my drafts.
Well shit.
Here we go I guess.
Tumblr
For all my drafts and shit I need to remind myself to upload.
Next
Literally just tells me when I'm supposed to do shit like change up my workout or get a haircut or a car wash.
Food
Kinda just lists all the foods I remember I can make so I don't have to think about it.
Money To Spend
Where I keep up with how much money I have and how much I've spent.
Rewatching
All the YouTube channels I need to go through and watch all the videos of.
Good Manga
A list of mangas I've read and liked, all the mangas I've read and never wish to read again (Killing Stalking) and a list of mangas I'm currently reading should my safari delete everything.
Dolly Care Day
(No)
Lvl 7
Upcoming DnD shit for my other blog. (not anymore I guess)
Necessities
A giant list of shit I deemed needed for everyday life.
Workout
My workout schedule and shit.
Game
I think this is for cotl? Idk. I haven't looked at this note in a while.
Draconia Days
Something to help with making worldbuilding shit for my other blog.
83m; 11.85 g
Something for getting gas I think.
Drawing Idea
Exactly what it sounds like.
Colleges
A really old note I guess I forgot to delete listing a bunch of colleges I wanted to go to. (Deleted now though)
Music
I honestly don't even know. It has a bunch of my playlists under numbers for some reason. (Deleted)
Fancy
A really old note telling me what to wear given how fancy of a place I was going.
^ ^
Not even lying. It's just a bunch of giant cat faces made from the characters on a keyboard.
Jacket Order
This was tells me what to wear given how cold it is.
Important
(No)
Useless post, but I honestly haven't looked at my older notes in years, so kinda helpful I guess.
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Heyo! Currently on break from socials while I finish up my final semester which includes my senior thesis film but while on Spring Break I found a some draws that never saw the light of day I thought I'd share.
Some got further than others but I'm only sharing those that got further along than just a very rough sketch. Another quick note from 2018-2020 I was mainly doing pokemon related stuff before I shifted my way to Vivz.
2018
Title: Mommy doesn't want you in here
Back then I was really involved in Pokemon Emerald's Battle Frontier and had to grind a lot of the best pokemon to breed. One of the pokemon I breed from was Gardevoir, which swept the floor getting me many of my symbols, and I thought of this very dark situation where a Gardevoir was breeding for the perfect child and that said child wandered into the incubation room finding her imperfect siblings. Pretty much how IV and shinny breeding goes in games. Reason I never finished it is it got too complex for my skill at the time. Wtf is perspective?
2019
Title: Dog Show
I'm going to be honest I have no idea what I was thinking when I drew this. Brionne looked too much like a dog I guess.
Title: Gen 8 Drawing(Unfinished name)
This one hurt to scrap after so many hours but I was so unhappy and embarrassed with it. I wanted to make a big draw for Pokemon Sword and Shield but cause I was so focused on making a pretty picture instead of anatomy, composition, and flipping my canvas.
I swear I can draw humans better now! >.<
2020
Title: Escort missions
Ok so here's an interesting story behind this. You know how controlling partner pokemon especially escort pokemon in PMD1 sucks? Well I decided to take on a bunch of jobs in Fiery Field where not only has a bunch of traps but also you have to quick save before entering meaning if you mess up you lose everything. This is pretty much what happened. I was almost finished escorting that Surkern, who was pain my ass, where a warp trap happened and everything fell apart. I wanted to throw my DS Lite so bad. Later on decided to vent out my in a comic. However I never finished it cause it got to complex.
One note though this comic is half truthful. I'm the one who fell in the warp trap cause I didn't have that trap ability and that Surkern kept wondering around and ended up in a fight. I ended up deleting that mission cause I was getting paid jack shit.
2021
Title: (N/A)
Don't remember much. Just how I was feeling at that point struggling through school. I was also trying out using 3D for perspective and using Procreate.
2022
Title: Dad and Looney(Unfinished Name)
Just a quick doodle I never finished and was messing around in Procreate. I think it later lead to Free Hug.
The next few draws were cause I was on a Timber and Makasin drawing spree that didn't turn out the way I wanted it too mainly cause I was in a slump during that summer. I would like to go back to them at so point.
Title: In her arms
Title: Piggyback
Title: Voice of Reason
Title: Reading a book(Unfinished name)
I was close to finishing this one but never felt like finishing it.
Title: Clip Studio Shitpost comic(Unfinished name)
This was back in Clip Studio announced their subscription for standalone Windows and Mac versions going forward and everyone got pissed off including me. I made a quick comic to vent but later got bored of it.
Soon after the company tried to put out the flames and gave everyone who bought a copy that year a free copy of v2 and a trial for update pass but I still use v1.13.2 copy and sometimes Procreate. The update pass still sounds dumb to me. If you pay for a new major version you should continue to get feature updates until the next major version comes out. That's what Affinity, Toonboom, and Final Draft does. Least they didn't go full out Adobe. Yet...
Title: Mindscape
Idea I had to expand Saneki's backstory with his curse. Later turned into one of my many school project ideas but never did anything going forward. I just now realize I gave my dude a bakery. 0_0
2023
Title: Slay Ride
Little Chaggie idea I had but I was getting deep into my semester and Winter was coming to an end.
Title: Snowy Ride Remake
Back in early 2015 after I adopted Holly I had a simple draw of my at the time main oc riding her in the woods. It aged badly and I wanted to remake it with Saneki instead. 8 years later when I was starting to remake it I needed an idea for a school project and decided to go with it thinking I could knock out 2 birds with one stone. However I had to follow a strict set of rules including a limited color pallete and using Photoshop which I hated. It didn't have the settings or brushes I was used to which lead to this. From that forward I began to hold a grudge against Photoshop like I do with Animate. Someday I would like to take another shot at this without involving Photoshop. -_-
One the bright side I did learn some color theory and perspective tips. ^^
Title: Cowgirl Loona
This was my first attempt on Cowgirl Loona before I swapped over from Clip Studio to Procreate and finished it this earlier year. Just wasn't happy with what I was going for and felt like Procreate could get this done better.
2024
Title: N/A
I recently decided to can this. I thought of a cute idea of Stella at a hellhorse show but had no idea how I wanted to present it and this is all that came out of it.
And that's pretty much what I feel like showing. Looking back I think it's just more of a lesson in drawing. Not everything turns out the way you want it too. Either you didn't think everything through or just got bored with them and wanted to move on. Sometimes it's not worth putting in more hours in something that isn't going to turn out the way you hoped. But that's no to say everything you do should be scrapped. Sometimes It just needs reworked. Cowgirl Loona and Carousel Alastor went through hell but I got them out cause of the lessons I learned from continuing to draw. But also I want to stop focusing on the little details cause not everyone is going notice. Have you seen the many tangents in my earlier stuff.
Ok that's all for now. Like I said taking the time to finish up my final semester so I can soft reboot my socials afterwards. See ya in May!
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GET TO KNOW ME BETTER
Thanks for the tag @cerriddwenluna and sorry it took so long, if I don't do these things immediately I forget :/
Answer the questions, then pass it on to three other people you want to know better
1. What is your favourite colour?
I would probably say red, though I've been going through a yellow period lately :D. Mostly as long as it's not pastel I'm happy :)
2. What is your current favourite song?
Honestly? I have no idea. I don't listen to the radio and I don't really follow any specific artists, so unless a song REALLY blows up and/or becomes a tumblr meme, I won't know it. Which means that when I do listen to music, it's the highlights of the stuff I heard in my 20s.
That being said, I just requested my wife to put on Yo dije ouff by Omar Rudberg cause it never fails to make me happy (and make me wanna dance).
3. How would you describe your taste in music?
Lol. Should've read this question before answering this :D. But basically 90s/00s pop? I love dancing, so anything with a proper beat usually works for me - though I feel I need to clarify that I've danced folk, bellydancing, jazz, lindy hop, tap, stage, and others, so obviously "danceable" covers a VERY broad range here :D.
4. Day or night?
Night. Nobrainer.
A sleeping schedule from 3/4am to noon for me would be ideal, but alas *gestures at society and my own life choices in having a family*. Cause at night, time doesn't seem to exist quite as... explicitely? It makes it easier to do things, somehow. I can send an email and rest easy for a few hours because I know they won't reply immediately, for example.
5. What fan fics are you currently reading?
I just read Time for Love by @lady-divine-writes for the Lima Bean bookclub, and I'm making my way through the other 3-2-1 Big Bang fics. And then I don't know. I wanna read some more Young Royals, catch up on the klaine/kurtbastian fics that passed me by these past years. But I'm a terrible reader - the short fics always leave me wanting more but I just can't seem to focus on the long fics so 🤷♀️.
6. What is an under used trope you would like to see more often?
Not really a trope, but I'm very fascinated with the unreliable narrator thing. Getting presented something as Truth by one character, and then finding out that being very much Not True and just messing a little with the reader like that.
7. What would your dream job be?
A job that doesn't start until the afternoon, allows me freedom to organize my work the way I want it to, with enough supervision to spur me on and keep me from procrastinating, with clear deadlines because that motivates me but also without any deadlines whatsoever cause they stress me out.
Also in cycling distance from my house, please.
Like I can't think of anything concrete of the top of my head but I'm sure there's SOMETHING that matches these very simple and not at all contradictory requests.
8. Make a wish ☆
I'm gonna be lame and copy Gwen's wish: that my kids grow up into happy and good people.
I'm tagging... @turmaliini, @magicalpaz, and @ipwarn. But only if you feel like it!
#tag you're it#it's so funny being tagged in this#cause I just deleted a bunch of these games from my draft#that I filled in but never dared post#this is me#cerriddwenluna
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🔪: I was going through my drafts and I found this piece that I never published nor deleted so I guess it’s another extra lmao! Hope you enjoy!
THESE ARE ALSO UNEDITED IM SORRY
“Y/N senpai! What a surprise!” Hinata yelled when he saw you pop your head in the gym. You smiled softly and waved. “Hello, I hope I’m not interrupting. I brought snacks!” You said and coach Ukai called break. Immediately Yachi who was now the new main manager grabbed the bag from your hands and told Yamaguchi to bring you a seat. When you finally got to sit you sighed and leaned back on the chair. Your hand rested on top of your growing belly, you were already a few months and received info that you were not expecting one, but two babies.
You were pretty stressed and worried if you could even afford to take care of two of them but you had to at least try. It was your decision to keep them and now you can’t leave them. “Thank you for the food!” They all said and you nodded and smiled softly. “How’s everyone captain?” You asked as Ennoshita sat next to you munching his onigiri. “I don’t think you can ever calm Kageyama and Hinata but surprisingly we’re doing pretty well. I’m still getting used to the whole captain title.” He chuckled and you nodded. “It’s okay, I know you can do an amazing job. If my cousin brings you trouble you let me know alright? I’ll make sure pound him to the ground. I don’t care if I’m seven months pregnant.” You said and he laughed.
“Psst is it me or does captain have a crush on Y/N-Senpai.” Hinata whispered to Nishinoya. “Impossible! I already swore I would marry her. I don’t care if she has kids I’ll raise them as my own!” He huffed and you and Ennoshita turned to give him a glare and he shuttered. “Sorry, Kageyama.” He immediately apologized.
It was honestly a surprise to everyone that Nishinoya was your number one simp. Even when he found out you were pregnant he still said he’d marry you and you quickly declined him. He was sweet but not your type and you were not looking for a relationship any time soon.
“Nah they’re just friends, since she’s doing online classes, Ennoshita helps her a bit or vice versa cause they’re both hella smart.” Tobio said as he stared at his cousin. As much as he loves having you around, you shouldn’t be coming to his school by yourself. “What does vice versa mean?” Hinata asked and Tsukki sighed at how stupid the ginger was.
When they finished their snacks you had to sit outside the door with the net covering in case the ball came flying and you wouldn’t get hurt. You honestly couldn’t get over your new student Hinata and your cousin Tobio with their quick attacks. They were certainly going to be a unstoppable this year or even better if they keep going the way they are.
When practice ended you and Tobio were walking home with the team in front. You were kinda slow but Tobio was always patient. Hinata would ask you a whole bunch of questions regarding your time at Inarizaki and your just awkwardly smile and tell him what he wanted to know. You didn’t have anymore ally’s in the volleyball team, only Hitoshi and a few of the old first years so you decided to spill all the secrets you knew as revenge for when they made it back to nationals.
If Inarizaki even goes.
But yet again as much as you’d hate to admit it, they’re an amazing team. Especially Atsumu who was the star player in every game. “Y/N-senpai, have you picked the names of your babies? Please don’t be like my mom and hide the name until the day of because then I’m going to get impatient.” He asked hopefully.
Tobio was listening intently because you haven’t told him either. “Well for a girl I was thinking Akira, and for the boy, Rini. But I’m having twins so I can have both.” You giggled and his and Tobio’s eyes widened. “Those are such beautiful names!” Hinata gasped. “Thank you! I tried so hard to pick the right one and I think they’re perfect.” You said with a soft smile.
“They are perfect. I can’t wait to hold them. I’ll be the best uncle ever and I’ll teach them volleyball for you!” He said excitedly. “I’m sure you’ll be amazing.” You giggled and pat his head. He smiled back and continued to much his onigiri.
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~hello~ !! For the meta asks!: 3, 6, 9, 12, 15, 18, 21, 24, and 25 :))
Hello!! Thank you for sending these; I was really excited to see that ask game and I was hoping somebody would send some in. It still took me a while to actually answer them though, and for that I apologise. But without further ado! Some meta answers (under the cut because they ended up being fairly long, whoops):
3. What is that one scene that you’ve always wanted to write but can’t be arsed to write all of the set-up and context it would need? (Consider this permission to write it and/or share it anyway.)
I thought of a few examples, but they could basically be grouped together under a common theme: whumpy/angsty scenes that were self-indulgent as all heck. The whole self-indulgent aspect often required the characters to be just the teeniest, tiniest bit OOC and/or necessitated rather unrealistic plot circumstances. So it was simply easier to keep such scenes as maladaptive daydreams, rather than trying to think of explanations for the character/plot issues…or exposing myself to judgement for them LOL.
Receiving permission to write/share one such scene anyway is an opportunity I can’t let slip by though. It might be because I’m writing this while running on zero (0) hours of sleep—let’s hear it for insomnia, y’all!—but I suddenly couldn’t remember any of my newer ideas under this category. However, I did recall a one-shot I had started writing a couple of months ago that sort of counts? “Sort of” because I could actually be arsed to write it since I was, ya know, writing it. Only got about six hundred words down though.
…should I share those six hundred words…?
………nahhh. I don’t think I’m quite ready for that yet.
But here’s the gist of it: Coulson and May (because of course it’s Philinda) were married for quite some time before the Attack on New York. But then Coulson DiedTM and then got ResurrectedTM. But gasp of horror, he had to lose his memories of his romantic relationship with May because reasons. (I actually did have some ideas for those reasons but sshhhh this is about me yeeting context and setup.)
The first half of S1 still happens as normal (except MayWard doesn’t happen because??? Vows) and it’s now post-E20 “Nothing Personal”. The morning after (or a morning soon after, whatever) the T.A.H.I.T.I. reveal! May’s mom—who doesn’t know about GH.325 and whom May fed a cover story about Coulson divorcing her or something equally as oof, IDK—shows up at the hotel and starts ripping into Coulson for breaking her daughter’s heart, then dragging her back into the field with her ex-husband (him), then accusing her of terrible things and forcing her away again.
Poor guy’s confused as heck, and so is the team, and soon enough so is Lian. The only one who understands what’s going on is May, and she’s freaking dying off to the side like why is this happening to me and eventually everybody’s like! Explain??? (Was thinking about including something from Coulson like, “Are you still keeping things from me?” Just for that extra smidge of angst, yay!)
So yeah then May gives a, like, two-sentence debriefing that elicits more questions than answers. Coulson decides to take May aside and they have a heart-to-heart. Lots of feelings and angst and hurt/comfort and at some point plenty of kissing too. Just! May hiding her feelings for Coulson’s sake but really magnified, plus some actual apologies and consideration of the grief May’s been through on Coulson’s part.
And uhh yeah that’s basically it I dunno hdsjncjshd. I warned y’all it’s OOC, plot-bendy, and very self-indulgent!
6. What character do you have the most fun writing?
I don’t think I could name a single character for this. I get different things out of taking on different voices, you know? I guess recently I’ve found myself gravitating towards more taciturn and introspective points of view, like JQ from my original novel Rosewood or M. Yisbon from my…other original novel Temple.
Generally, however, I like tackling stories from an outsider’s perspective. That’s why I so rarely write my more “substantial” (serious? demanding? for lack of better words?) projects from the PoV of my “preferred” character. This usually means writing from their love interest’s perspective, but not always. With shorter fanfic, using a more removed/unconventional/niche PoV can be really fun. Like, I once wrote a canon compliant ficlet purely(-ish) about Philinda from Tony Stark’s perspective. That isn’t always sustainable with stories that demand more character development or closer character studies, however, which is why it’s a good thing I like writing drabbles!
9. Are you more of a drabble or a longfic kind of writer? Pantser or plotter? Do you wish you were the other?
My word counts tend to run long, but I usually only write one-shots for fanfic. If I’m even inspired with a novella- or novel-length story idea for a fandom, you already know I’m in deep with them. And if I actually find the motivation to plan and execute that idea? Dangg. That’s only ever happened…twice, maybe thrice, and I’m in a lot of fandoms.
At times, I wish I could go for more of a middle ground ’cause, like, you know what I love to see? An AO3 dashboard with several completed novellas for my ship/character of choice. I mean yes, I hecking love >90k fics, but sometimes I’m in the mood for quick reads…and what am I supposed to do when I burn through all the drabbles and 2k one-shots? (Besides despair and/or reread my faves desperately.) Novellas are basically always safe for me LOL, and I’d hope to be able to give as much as I take.
Ultimately though, I think I’m okay with where I am with regards to that. I wish I could write more in general, but I’d be okay with “writing more” just meaning “writing more one-shots”, ya know? More than okay, really. I have mad respect for fic writers who have, like, a hundred or more one-shots under their belt for this one ship. The fandom ecosystem would be incomplete without them (as well as every other type of writer, but sshhh that’s the type of writer I’m closest to being right now).
I’m definitely a plotter, and I definitely prefer it that way. It’s cool having such a detailed record of my process. I like feeling like a frazzled genius on the brink of a major discovery with all of my different outlines and colour coding and many drafts and various websites.
12. Do you want your writing to be famous?
Not exactly. It might be cool if my original works were recognisable in the world, but I don’t think I’d want to be recognisable. As for fanfic, I’d low-key enjoy gaining a place in that fandom’s community as a fic writer. Like someone who gave and got fic gifts from fic writer friends, who participated in challenges and GCs, who received writing prompts on Tumblr, whose name was known for doing a certain trope/genre a bunch of times… Ya know what I mean?
Unlikely to happen when I’m so hecking hesitant to publicly (i.e., outside of AO3) claim credit for my writing, but fjnskfsjhfjs. A writer can dream, right?
15. Which is harder: titles or summaries (or tags)?
Of those three, tags are the easiest for me, for I have a reliable system for figuring out those.
Next easiest would probably be titles. For fanfiction, I like to use titles that are a quote from the source material. You should have seen all of my old Hamilton fanfic… I was really proud of some of those titles. And I don’t mean, like, whole lines—usually only two to five words. It’s a unique type of wordplay that I just love dabbling in.
And lastly, summaries. Sometimes inspiration strikes me and a snappy and intriguing synopsis just jumps out—one that I’m quietly pleased with—but most of the time I’ll spend way too long trying to think of such a synopsis and eventually just go with whatever I’d come up with so far. And live with my quiet dissatisfaction for the rest of time.
18. Do any of your stories have alternative versions? (Plotlines that you abandoned, AUs of your own work, different characterisations...?) Tell us about them!
Typically, no. If I have deleted scenes, I save and publish them separately, but that’s about it. I sometimes think of AUs for my own work and might talk about them in my author’s notes—might even talk about writing them—but I never really do anything with them.
Although…
It’s not uncommon for me to decide a plotline isn’t working for a certain story or to think of an interesting but undoable arc for a certain character, but what I’ll do is make a whole new story for those ideas. Once I’m done developing the original idea and the branched-off one, you probably wouldn’t be able to tell they grew from the same roots. Does that count?
21. What other medium do you think your story would work well as (film, webcomic, animated series, etc.)?
That depends on the story. I’ve actually written stories in other mediums—movie screenplay, musical stageplay, poetry, TV show scripts, play scripts, roleplay—but the novel does tend to be my comfort zone. Sometimes, if I have an idea that I think could work, or would even work better, as another medium, I’ll label it as such in my folder of ideas and decide not to write it as a novel.
Most of the time, my non-book projects are collaborations. I’m working with five different people on six different story ideas: two webcomics, one stage musical, one anime, and two animated TV shows. Little concrete progress has been made in any of those, mind you, but they’re still fun to discuss!
24. Would you say your writing has changed over time?
Absolutely. But I’ve been writing stories since I was five years old, so we would hope so, huh?
I wouldn’t say my writing’s changed completely, though maybe that’s just my insider’s perspective.
25. What part of writing is the most fun?
Oh gosh, I can’t believe you’d make me choose. Writing is just such a wonderful experience for me; I love just about everything to do with it. Admittedly, not all the time, but. Since that barely qualifies as an answer, however, I’ll give you this—
The endings. Not only that intense feeling of rightness when you wrap up that last sentence, but also the moments before. The adrenaline of knowing you’re almost there but you gotta push just a bit more to actually get there. And also the part right after—the real wrap-up, honestly: the revision and the editing. Heavens, I love revising and editing my work.
Which is not to say I don’t like writing it out for the first time, too—there’s nothing quite like seeing your cursor scroll to the next page, like going from a blank expanse to a Oh man, how many more lines are even going to fit on this page?, like watching that page counter tick up another number. However, there’s something cathartic about finally ironing out those problems I had to force myself to stop worrying about earlier because “just finish the first draft dangit”.
I guess that’s not really the end of the writing process, but whatever. Close enough (as fic writers are wont to say).
Another thank-you for these asks, and feel free to come back with more at any time! ;P
Send in fun meta asks for your friendly neighbourhood writer!
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I am aware that I am borderline obsessive with my hatred of conservatives. For that I do apologize for those who actually have to read my rants as often as they do. But I do not apologize for hating them.
TW for: sexual assault, abuse, homophobia, transphobia
I grew up in a part of southwestern PA, where everyone was expected to hate gays, jews, and blacks. If you didn't, there was something wrong with you. My neighbor told me that he kept a gun handy should any of them ever show their faces in the area.
The next "town" over (it was actually a series of 'places' because they weren't populous enough to even be villages) regularly found burning crosses in people's yards anytime "unwanted rabble" tried to move in.
We were to take everything Fox News said and believe it as gospel. They would never lie to us, and they were protecting us from those horrible liberals who were trying to ruin everything. They even got into our schools and tried to greenwash our children! When I saw that they mentioned using wind power on the PSSAs, I hated doing those questions. Why did they have to put this greenwashing BS in the SCIENCE section? Everyone knows that green energy doesn't work!
Every time something happened on the news, like a shooting, a lynching, a mass shooting, we weren't supposed to care. We didn't know anyone, so why should we care? They were taking away people's rights, but it wasn't ours, so we should just stay out of it.
Everywhere in the area, being gay was a capital offense. You were beaten or shot on sight, no questions asked. When I was in school, there was always some new theme of what made you gay. If you were unlucky enough to be caught with it, you were beaten in the restroom or locker room. If you were caught looking at the person walking by, it was cause enough to destroy your belongings and beat you. The mere mention of it outside of school property made people ready their firearms.
It was okay to beat your kids for everything. They didn't do the dishes right? Here can the paddle. Didn't do your homework? Here came the paddle. Didn't get good grades? Here came the paddle. Didn't look them right in the eyes as they yelled at you? It was sheer disrespect and you got backhanded. Get caught looking at porn? You lost all computer privileges, and had all your games and files deleted...it was okay for them to keep porn mags under their bed though. That was fine.
When I came out, my mother was disappointed, my father was about to murder me (and likely would have if I didn't choose to come out outside the house). Nobody could know, though. I had to go back in the closet and pretend to be straight every time we had a visitor, or when we went somewhere. Every time Obama mentioned something about gay rights or gay marriage, my father would sulk out of the room and wouldn't come back in until the program changed.
It took me until I was around 21 to finally come to terms and come out. Because I knew I was interested in other guys, it just took me that long to get over the "but I'm not gay, being gay is wrong" mentality.
The military is EVERYTHING. You need to join them, and worship them. If you see one in a restaurant, you should always pay for their bill, no matter what. Anyone who dodged a draft or lied to get out of service for any reason was a dirty draft dodger liberal who deserves to be executed for disrespecting the country.
Fast forward to 29, the modern era. My family tells me I shouldn't care that they are trying to get rid of gay marriage, because "you don't want to get married anyway, so why do you care?" They tell me that conservatives are keeping this country from being ruined by all those liberals who are making everything politically correct. Some distant relatives talk about how cops should be more violent because "too many n*ggers and young punks have guns nowadays" and all deserve to be shot on sight because only older white men who aren't liberals should be allowed to have firearms.
The Civil War had absolutely nothing to do with slavery, it was about states rights and how the federal government was overreaching with its authority so the other states did the right thing and fought back to maintain their rights from the tyrannical government.
Black Lives Matter is nothing more than a bunch of thugs and criminals who want to make themselves superior to white people and get everything for free. The protests are never peaceful, they are always violent riots where they break in to kill white people for being white and they destroy and steal from local businesses because they don't care about anyone or anything.
No women actually get raped. It's just a bunch of women who want their five minutes of fame. After all, if any of it ACTUALLY happened, they would have reported it immediately. Of course, when a woman does report someone, it's because she was "dressed like a whore" or because she led him on or because she wasn't enjoying the sex so she decided to report him for rape instead.
Trans people are this multitude of things, depending on what's going on. If they were trying to use the women's restroom, it's because they are perverts who want to molest or rape women, or abduct children. If they were just seen existing in public, it's a mental illness and they need to be locked up to protect people from the harm they will cause. Of course, it's all just men dressing like women, there is no such thing as a woman wearing men's clothes.
And our guns! Everyone but the conservatives want to take our guns! They want to disarm us, they want to take our firearms away! They'll have police going from door to door, tearing every house apart to take every single gun we own! They want to work with Russia and bring communism over to the US to take us over and destroy our freedom, and they'll do this by taking away our guns! We need to protect our guns!
Everyone on disability is faking being hurt just to get benefits. They have a doctor friend who goes out of their way and risks their medical license just to give them all this free money in the world so they don't have pto work!
Everyone on welfare is just some lifer who learned to work the system. It's why they keep popping out child after child, because you get extra hundreds a month in welfare money for every child you have. They are also all on hard drugs like meth and heroin or that dangerous and dreadful pot. Everyone needs to be drug tested weekly, and if they have a trace of anything, they need to be stripped of all benefits and kicked to the curb.
Of course, both benefit systems need to be stopped. Except for us. Because everyone else but us is working the systems, of course.
And everything is political correctness nowadays. You're not allowed to hit on women or rub their shoulders or kiss them as a friend, because we need to be PC. You're not allowed to say "colored" anymore because we need to be PC. You're not allowed to call people slurs anymore because you need to be PC. You're not allowed to stereotype and insult everyone within sight, because we need to be PC.
So I guess you can say they are good people who only have El everyone's best interests at heart, and that's why we should keep everything the way it was in the 40s.
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DISCLAIMER : i am not in any way affiliated with any of the fcs i use. thank you. however, i did create danny and her world and i would appreciate it if no one stole anything
ONE • THIS BLOG IS A SAFE SPACE. that means no hate, no bigotry, no jackassness allowed. if i see it on my dash, you will be blocked. i will reblog callout posts, but only for serious stuff. if i see a callout posts for someone ’ not writing their character right ’ or ’ not being original enough ’ or something like that, it will be ignored. that’s dumb and you need to get over yourself. i myself am a white, lgbt female. i am not perfect, and if i do some shitty things, i expect people to come talk to me about it because in no way do i want to be make people uncomfortable or be ignorant. but i do prefer you come talk to me first, don’t just blast hate about me without trying to work with me first. i am not a hard ass, im actually quite the pushover. and i swear im pretty nice.
TWO • I DO NOT FOLLOW DUPLICATES. this should not be an issue, as danny is an oc and there really should be no duplicates
THREE • WE NEED TO DISCUSS FACECALIMS. there are a certain bunch of fcs i refuse to interact with, mostly because the actor themselves gives me a bad taste in my mouth. if you have a character with one of these fcs, i will not follow. if you wish to change the fc and don’t know who to change it to, come talk to me and i can help you out ! i will gladly point you to alternate fcs. if any of my fcs are / become problematic as well, feel free to tell me so i can change them !! the fcs i will not interact with are RDJ, MARTIAN FREEMAN, BENEDICT CUMBERBATCH, SCARJO, ELLE FANNING, EDDIE REMAYNE, HAILYEY ATWELL, & JOHNNY DEPP.
FOUR • I AM HIGHLY SELECTIVE & MUTUAL ONLY. basically what this means is that i only follow some people back on my dash, and i will only interact with you if we are mutuals. if we are not mutuals, do not like or reblog anything. i just like to have a clean dash, and if we are not mutuals it makes me very anxious to have to answer questions or make you a starter. just don’t, or i will block you. i may take a while to follow back though, so if it’s been a few days and i haven’t followed back, don’t worry ! i might be getting to it ! but also don’t ask me about following you back. i have a hard time saying no to people, and then i just feel trash about myself because i didn’t want to follow and i made myself. so please just, don’t ask. but no matter if we are mutuals or not, if you want to come to my ims to talk about something, feel free !
FIVE • ALL GRAPHICS ARE MINE. i save the screencaps and i made the psd from scratch and everything edited is mine. please do not take that from me, it’s incredibly disrespectful and i will block and report you. that being said, if something i use is art and if the art is your art and you want credit / want to have it removed, let me know ! i will gladly add the credit or remove it ! most of the time i just google search shit and random stuff pops up and i don’t know where it’s from, so just let me know ! occasionally i will make gifsets / edits of my muses : please don’t reblog these unless i give permission. i’ll usually put something like that in the tags or something.
SIX • I HAVE MY OWN SYSTEM AND WRITING STYLE. i do memes a certain way and i write my drafts a certain way as well. the only thing you really need to know is that once i reblog a meme, it’s open forever. you could send it to me the day i reblog it or three weeks later - i don’t really care. if i don’t want to answer a meme anymore, i’ll delete it, so anything in the meme tag is fair game. other basic rules apply : if you want to continue an ask meme to a thread, move it to a new thread because if it is on an ask i won’t reblog it. i do prefer small text and icons, but i won’t not interact if you don’t use these.
SEVEN • I KINDA ADORE SHIPPING. this includes platonic, frenemies, romantic partners - if it’s a pairing of any kind im a sucker for it. as for romantic things, danny doesn’t quite know her sexual orientation yet, she kind of just dates who shes wants to date. in regards to shipping, i ship chemistry above all else. i do not write smut, as i am just entirely uncomfortable with it. i may mention some things here and there, but that is it. if you see our muses being together all romantic like, let me know ! cause i may ship it too, and we could have some fun. oh, and i am ship exclusive ( meaning i will only ship with one of a particular character )
EIGHT • IF YOU WANNA BE MAINS, ASK ME ! i like having mains, like really like it, so if you want to be mains just let me know ! exclusives are a bit different, as i don’t like to say im exclusive with anyone. it really has to take a strong bond of me to your character portrayal for me to be exclusives. also, if i say you are my main / exclusive, do not feel pressured to add me back ! i do it for my own comfort via the relationships ive built, and it just makes me comfortable. do not feel obligated to do the same in return, you def don’t have to.
NINE • I TAG TRIGGERS AS TRIGGER TW. if you want a trigger tag, tell me so i can tag it ! i try to tag the basics, but sometimes i forget, so if i forget just remind me ! i ask that you tag any vague posts you might post. i have a habit of thinking they are about me no matter what they are about. simply tag anything about it being vague or simply put ’ not about my mutuals ’ if it’s about something else ! spoilers for tv shows / games / etc will be along the same lines tagging wise.
TEN • MY ACTIVITY IS SPOTTY AS HELL. currently, i work a part time job at 30 hours a week, take 18 credit hours of class, and also try to have a social life and sleep on top of all of that. there are some nights where i do not get on tumblr at all. my activity still is all over the place. if this bothers you, please do not follow. i can’t control it, and tumblr doesn’t pay me to rp, so this isn’t my number one item of things i have to keep up with. also, my main blog is @ unastute, not this one. danny is mostly plot based if i’m being honest. drafts are rarely in queue, so if i post a draft, you know i’m on, if even for a moment. i am always on discord & you can reach me in ims at almost any time as well ! if we are mutuals, hmu for my discord !
ELEVEN • HI I’M SYD. i am a white female living in the usa. i am 20. im not entirely sure wtf my sexual orientation is, but if you ask me irl my first answer is usually bi. i have high anxiety, bpd, avpd, and i fluctuate between periods of high empathy and periods of low empathy. i am a sophomore in college, studying marketing and minoring in event management. really though, i’m just a smol child tryin to make it through life in one piece. ask me about my puppo and i will show you the 60 pictures i take each day of him. i also have a youtube channel, but i rarely post videos so if i’m on there i’ll shout it into the void. thanks for reading this long thing, it means a lot. i’m sure i’ll add more as i find more things, but for now, have fun and explore ! remember i love you and you’re amazing !
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DISCLAIMER : i do not own new girl or jessica day. i am not in any way affiliated with any of the fcs i use. thank you.
ONE • THIS BLOG IS A SAFE SPACE. that means no hate, no bigotry, no jackassness allowed. if i see it on my dash, you will be blocked. i will reblog callout posts, but only for serious stuff. if i see a callout posts for someone ’ not writing their character right ’ or ’ not being original enough ’ or something like that, it will be ignored. that’s dumb and you need to get over yourself. i myself am a white, lgbt female. i am not perfect, and if i do some shitty things, i expect people to come talk to me about it because in no way do i want to be make people uncomfortable or be ignorant. but i do prefer you come talk to me first, don’t just blast hate about me without trying to work with me first. i am not a hard ass, im actually quite the pushover. and i swear im pretty nice.
TWO • I DO NOT FOLLOW DUPLICATES. i always feel bad about this rule, but it gives me such high anxiety i don’t know what to do. i love anyone who makes a new girl blog, and we can still be friends if you rp jess too ! just shoot me a message and i’ll give you my discord. but in no way will i be following your blog, for my own mental health.
THREE • WE NEED TO DISCUSS FACECALIMS. there are a certain bunch of fcs i refuse to interact with, mostly because the actor themselves gives me a bad taste in my mouth. if you have a character with one of these fcs, i will not follow. if you wish to change the fc and don’t know who to change it to, come talk to me and i can help you out ! i will gladly point you to alternate fcs. if any of my fcs are / become problematic as well, feel free to tell me so i can change them !! the fcs i will not interact with are RDJ, MARTIAN FREEMAN, BENEDICT CUMBERBATCH, SCARJO, ELLE FANNING, EDDIE REMAYNE, HAILYEY ATWELL, & JOHNNY DEPP.
FOUR • I AM HIGHLY SELECTIVE & MUTUAL ONLY. basically what this means is that i only follow some people back on my dash, and i will only interact with you if we are mutuals. if we are not mutuals, do not like or reblog anything. i just like to have a clean dash, and if we are not mutuals it makes me very anxious to have to answer questions or make you a starter. just don’t, or i will block you. i may take a while to follow back though, so if it’s been a few days and i haven’t followed back, don’t worry ! i might be getting to it ! but also don’t ask me about following you back. i have a hard time saying no to people, and then i just feel trash about myself because i didn’t want to follow and i made myself. so please just, don’t ask. but no matter if we are mutuals or not, if you want to come to my ims to talk about something, feel free !
FIVE • ALL GRAPHICS ARE MINE. i save the screencaps and i made the psd from scratch and everything edited is mine. please do not take that from me, it’s incredibly disrespectful and i will block and report you. that being said, if something i use is art and if the art is your art and you want credit / want to have it removed, let me know ! i will gladly add the credit or remove it ! most of the time i just google search shit and random stuff pops up and i don’t know where it’s from, so just let me know ! occasionally i will make gifsets / edits of my muses : please don’t reblog these unless i give permission. i’ll usually put something like that in the tags or something.
SIX • I HAVE MY OWN SYSTEM AND WRITING STYLE. i do memes a certain way and i write my drafts a certain way as well. the only thing you really need to know is that once i reblog a meme, it’s open forever. you could send it to me the day i reblog it or three weeks later - i don’t really care. if i don’t want to answer a meme anymore, i’ll delete it, so anything in the meme tag is fair game. other basic rules apply : if you want to continue an ask meme to a thread, move it to a new thread because if it is on an ask i won’t reblog it. i do prefer small text and icons, but i won’t not interact if you don’t use these.
SEVEN • I KINDA ADORE SHIPPING. this includes platonic, frenemies, romantic partners - if it’s a pairing of any kind im a sucker for it. as for romantic things, i strongly ship nick and jess, and their relationship means a lot to me. but only in a few verses will i have them post season 7, just to keep options open. in regards to shipping, i ship chemistry above all else. i do not write smut, as i am just entirely uncomfortable with it. i may mention some things here and there, but that is it. if you see our muses being together all romantic like, let me know ! cause i may ship it too, and we could have some fun. oh, and i am ship exclusive ( meaning i will only ship with one of a particular character )
EIGHT • IF YOU WANNA BE MAINS, ASK ME ! i like having mains, like really like it, so if you want to be mains just let me know ! exclusives are a bit different, as i don’t like to say im exclusive with anyone. it really has to take a strong bond of me to your character portrayal for me to be exclusives. also, if i say you are my main / exclusive, do not feel pressured to add me back ! i do it for my own comfort via the relationships ive built, and it just makes me comfortable. do not feel obligated to do the same in return, you def don’t have to.
NINE • I TAG TRIGGERS AS TRIGGER TW. if you want a trigger tag, tell me so i can tag it ! i try to tag the basics, but sometimes i forget, so if i forget just remind me ! i ask that you tag any vague posts you might post. i have a habit of thinking they are about me no matter what they are about. simply tag anything about it being vague or simply put ’ not about my mutuals ’ if it’s about something else ! spoilers for tv shows / games / etc will be along the same lines tagging wise.
TEN • MY ACTIVITY IS SPOTTY AS HELL. currently, i work a part time job at 30 hours a week, take 18 credit hours of class, and also try to have a social life and sleep on top of all of that. there are some nights where i do not get on tumblr at all. my activity still is all over the place. if this bothers you, please do not follow. i can’t control it, and tumblr doesn’t pay me to rp, so this isn’t my number one item of things i have to keep up with. my drafts are rarely in queue, so if i post a draft, you know i’m on, if even for a moment. i am always on discord & you can reach me in ims at almost any time as well ! if we are mutuals, hmu for my discord !
ELEVEN • HI I’M SYD. i am a white female living in the usa. i am 20. im not entirely sure wtf my sexual orientation is, but if you ask me irl my first answer is usually bi. i have high anxiety, bpd, avpd, and i fluctuate between periods of high empathy and periods of low empathy. i am a sophomore in college, studying marketing and minoring in event management. really though, i’m just a smol child tryin to make it through life in one piece. ask me about my puppo and i will show you the 60 pictures i take each day of him. i also have a youtube channel, but i rarely post videos so if i’m on there i’ll shout it into the void. thanks for reading this long thing, it means a lot. i’m sure i’ll add more as i find more things, but for now, have fun and explore ! remember i love you and you’re amazing !
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There was a recent discussion on tumblr, which I didn’t reblog for obvious reasons, about how people with a large readership cope with a heavy interaction load -- how the person would be anxious if they dealt with that volume of notes on each post, that amount of interaction and contact. I was tagged in it because of my habit of "lochnessing", where I cause an activity spike on posts I reblog that looks like the loch ness monster.
It never occurs to me, because I’ve dealt with high-volume social media for so long -- realistically about ten years, probably closer to fifteen -- that it’s difficult for people to handle that, because they don’t have the systems in place that I do. I mean it does occur to me in the sense that I have become more cautious about what I reblog and its impact on the OP; there are things I’d like to share with you but don’t because I recognize it would be harmful to the person who wrote them. But it doesn't occur to me that someone might struggle with a high volume of notes purely because it's a volume that they don't have a system in place to deal with the way I do.
So I said I'd do a writeup on the "entire ecosystems" I had in place for handling the high volume of interaction I receive online. I sit at a weird place where I'm not so well known that I can just ignore most of what comes at me with impunity because everyone acknowledges I can't answer it all, like say a youtube star. But at the same time I do get too much attention to return it at the same level I receive it. I am one and you are sixteen thousand. So I had to make systems to return as much as I could and feel okay about not returning the rest.
Reading through this, of course it sounds like a weird humblebrag: "Here's how I deal with my MASSIVE POPULARITY". There's no real way around that; I can't talk about how I deal with comments without talking about how I get a disproportionately high number of them. The fact that I do is what leads me to do things like the Zero Comment Challenge, or Radio Free Monday, to try and balance shit out. So, as I mention occasionally below, you can think I'm an asshole for talking about how I am popular, but I can't talk about how to deal with that popularity without acknowledging the reality of it, and someone somewhere's gonna think I'm an asshole anyway, so whatever.
These are the systems I use to manage my life -- work, play, the weird inbetween space that's kind of both. Many of these are akin to the systems that I use in managing my depression, in that they involve a lot of small steps building up to a big result, but each small step on its own is manageable.
Let's start with AO3, because it's actually probably the simplest.
I clean out my comments once a week. Usually there are between forty and a hundred and fifty, depending on if I’ve published something recently or been recommended by someone.
I go through all the one-sentence comments first, because those are the ones that are least likely to require a response. I read all comments but I learned through trial and error, twice in ten years, that I am physically and emotionally incapable of responding to every comment I receive even if it's just with a "Thank you!" and I'm just going to live with the fact that people think I'm an asshole for that. Also while I appreciate someone who leaves a "Great fic! <3" comment, that's genuinely really cool and validating, I don't think they truly need or expect a response. So most one-line comments, unless they are super weird or contain a question, get read, appreciated, and then deleted.
Then I go through the longer comments that need a closer reading, and delete any that are cool but still don't seem to require responses. If someone has left a ton of comments, I'll find the one I think is coolest or most needing of response, delete the others, and reply to that one comment with a thoughtful response including a line thanking them for all their other comments.
Finally, I respond to comments that are in-depth or have questions that require some thought. I find that if I don't respond to these on a weekly basis they pile up and then someone who asked a question like six months ago is still waiting for an answer, so this one is non-negotiable: my AO3 inbox has to be empty at the end of each week, and everything that needed a reply has to have one. (I do have one or two that just live in my inbox because they are cool ideas I will one day get round to writing, and I want to credit them when I do, but it's never more than two.) For me, it's easiest to wait until Friday or Saturday and just take an hour to clear them all out, rather than clearing as I go, because I don't have AO3 open all the time the way I do some other sites.
Tumblr:
Every morning, before work, I go through the previous night's responses; I open all reblogs/mentions in new tabs to read and reply-as-necessary, and I reply to all comments that need responses. (This is also something I'll do throughout the day, but especially if I'm tired or pressed for time, the comment replies might be saved as a draft or left in an open tab until I can get to them). Occasionally shit doesn’t show up or I miss stuff but I’ve learned to just live with that as the price of doing fandom on Tumblr.
If there's a post by someone else that requires a response from me -- either a reblog of one of my posts, or someone tagged me in a post -- I Like it to find it later or I save it as a draft. I don't use Likes as anything other than "I want to be able to find this again in less than a week's time" and I never have more than about 20 Likes in my files. (Unless I’m traveling; it’s easier to Like something than save it as a draft or respond, so when I get home from traveling I often have 30-50 Likes in my file.)
Often on Tumblr I go through what I call the Line Cycle -- I read my dash, and then I go "down the line" and open all the other pages that might need attention, in specific order. I open asks and try to respond to a few -- I try to answer at least five every time but sometimes I don't manage to answer any for whatever reason -- then I open likes and try to convert as many likes as I can to either queued reblogs or drafts. I open drafts and try to convert some of those to queued reblogs. Then I go through the same process for one or two side blogs.
(Also in drafts are a lot of things that I'm not sure I want to put in my queue yet, or things that I put in the queue weekly like the Zero Comment Challenge post, which I dust off when I'm ready to queue it, then immediately re-save to drafts when it posts.)
Occasionally if I feel shit is getting out of hand I dedicate myself to, every time, not leaving the page I'm on until I've reduced its "count" (number of asks, likes, drafts, etc) by five, or at least to below the next multiple of five -- if I have 23, for example, I'll try to get it below 20.
Sometimes posts in tabs sit open for a while because in order to respond I have to read an article or watch a video, which take a lot of focus and attention. It used to be that recommendations for books or stuff to watch also sat open forever until I could get round to doing it, but now I just have a "reccs" file on the cloud that is a list of what I've been recommended and who recommended it, and I work my way through them slowly.
Email:
Once I've read them, site notifications in my inbox get deleted; I've turned off follow/kudos notifications because they tend to be white noise.
Email is tough for me, it requires a lot of focus and emotional attention to answer emails, so I treat it the same way I would asks or likes or whatnot, but much more slowly. I tend to have a backlog of about thirty emails in my inbox, though often five to ten of those are emails that don't need response and that I'm saving (I star them to mark them as not needing attention). I have the multiple-stars function in Gmail turned on, and when it gets really bad, I start opening emails and triaging -- "This will be easier to answer" "This will take some time" etc. by starring them different colors.
I like to have no more than fifteen emails in my inbox but that is a rarity.
The Internet:
Because social media takes up a lot of my time and I also work eight hours a day (well, four, we'll get to that in a bit) I have streamlined the way I encounter the internet, as well. I have a list of "daily reading" bookmarks that I open every morning and check through -- the horoscope page, the mustard tag on tumblr (which I don't follow because then the same dumbass two hipster fashion posts keep showing up on my dash), a blog that follows and posts about new small flash games that I might enjoy playing, a few others. (I also have a Monday file that I open once a week, it's calendars of events and such, and I go through on Mondays and add anything to my calendar that looks interesting.)
But if I can, any regularly-updated page that has an RSS feed gets converted to RSS and put into my Netvibes reader account, where I peruse it at my leisure. The Netvibes reader account includes a direct feed from the Steve/Tony and Steve/Sam tags on AO3, plus a few others; longform.org, some cooking blogs I follow, a bunch of podcast pages, a few webcomics, and one or two tumblrs that I don't want showing up on my dash (mainly artists' porny sideblogs, what up you glorious pervs) or think I would make the person uncomfortable by following them.
I have five tabs pinned to Chrome at any given time, and four tabs pinned to Firefox. The Chrome tabs are my personal Netvibes, Google Drive, a Google Sheets spreadsheet with my calendar and accounting tabs in it, Gmail, and Tumblr. The Firefox tabs are a second Netvibes account I use for work (we have several news sources we all monitor daily), my non-fannish gmail, my non-fannish facebook with a custom reading page so I never see anything twice, and the Google "family calendar" that I and my family use to track where we all are and what we're doing.
My parents use this more than I do, which is why I often open the calendar app on my phone to check my work schedule and find that my parents are taking the dogs to the groomer's today (yes, I know I could turn this off, but it amuses me). When I introduced my mother to Google Calendar her eyes got super big and she fell in immediate love; the first three things she added were the birthdays of her two dogs, followed by the birthday of Jesus. I would be more insulted by this but I had already added all the family birthdays, so at least I didn't come in behind the dogs AND the Christ Child.
Once in a while, when I'm at work and I feel like I'm not sure what I should be doing or that my day is spiralling out of my control, I'll take a deep breath, pull up Chrome, and go through all my pinned tabs, one by one, changing or fixing something on each -- I'll clear out my Longform reading, answer a few emails, check the calendar, etc. Then I'll go through any open tabs and try to close at least one. I get anxious if I have more than five or six non-pinned tabs open. Like having an inbox that's rarely over thirty emails total, it's not a sign I'm more effective or efficient than anyone else, it's just a sign I'm debilitatingly anxious about this kind of thing.
Work:
I've read, many times, that people who work eight hours a day in a white collar job like mine really only do four hours of actual work. And for a while I joked that I wondered if I even did four, because I dick around on the internet A LOT. But lately I started to genuinely wonder, and so for the past six weeks, I've put that statement to the test.
When I arrive at work, I immediately put in two hours of solid work. I don't read tumblr, I don't read anything but work-related material. I triage all my work emails, I go through my Google Task list for the day and sort things by most to least urgent, and then I work my way through them for two solid hours. It's not easy at all, but any time I think "This is when I would stop and read tumblr" I shake my head and try to do one more work thing, and then I get back in the groove and can do like, three more. I also use this first morning period to take care of "personal work", stuff which has to get done to keep my life running smoothly, like mailing packages or replying to my parents' emails or whatnot.
Then I get a half-hour break to read tumblr, play a flash game, maybe read a piece on Longform. (I don't read fanfic at work; I sometimes clean out Netvibes of fics that from the tags and summaries I know I won't be interested in, but I don't open fanfic at work at all.) I also use this time to get some food in me.
Then I do another two hours of work, same deal. And that's four hours of work. And I get a shitload done, let me tell you.
For the next three hours after, I am basically free to do whatever I want. I usually use about an hour to do some freelance work, and I spend time on tumblr or on personal email, reading articles, listening to podcasts, playing games. I eat a snack, I talk to my coworkers. I find I actually run out of new stuff to read, and I do try to process the old stuff, like empty out my drafts and likes. And of course the nature of my job means that sometimes there is work to be done that comes up suddenly, but it's usually just a matter of teeing it up for the following morning's work shift.
For the last hour of my work day, I go through my work inbox, make sure everything's set up for tomorrow, send any last emails, do any last wrap-up, and make sure all my documents are either saved or closed. (Our IT team likes to run updates and involuntary restarts without warning, so I've learned to always save at end of day.)
So, yeah. Those are some of the systems I have in place in order to run a very mentally busy life. I'm not necessarily recommending them; a lot of them won't work for everyone because everyone is different, and I recognize that some of them are inapplicable (I work a job with no outward-facing element to it; a barista or a librarian or a teacher can't do what I do, schedule-wise), and some of them are a level of regimentation I'm not sure most people would find healthy. But that's how I do my thing, and maybe some of my techniques will sound appealing to other people who occasionally feel, as I do, like they're drowning a little bit.
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Do you have any tips on adding a s/I into a canon story? I'm working on a selfship challenge right now, and I have no idea where to have them introduced into the story? If you have any tips or helpful ideas, it'd really help me and I'd really appreciate it!
Ohh! I would be glad to help! i had a previous draft that got deleted by accident so all the good info i came up with just wooshed away... so in case its not that good that’s why
So, inserting your s/i into canon! Here’s what you need to consider.
Step 1: Setting
The Setting is EVERYTHING. Good s/is can feel off if they don’t exactly fit a setting. What is the canon setting? Space? Fantasy Times? A high school in modern earth? A mix of these? Observe the canon, and then after you take in the info you want (background information, possible ways someone joins peeps, how people are trained, etc etc), you probably kick the rest to the curb for later.
For an example, i’ll... use my fe:f insert’s backstory. In the canon she’s from, there is a great nation that conquers nearby lands for food. After thinkning over it and considering the canon royalty, I realized it would be great if the insert there was from such a nation and became royalty via her parents being the nation’s head. And that became the backstory for her.
Step 2: Meeting
Oh, how do you meet your interest? How do you join the crew? Simple: observe how people joined in canon, and somewhat adapt it to how you interpreted the setting and how your character stands in said setting. Is the crew of characters a ragtag bunch of misfits? An army? just another group of friends in a school setting? How do they notice you, or how do you notice them? How do the characters canonly get around? Everything along these lines helps out a bunch.
I’ll use my fe:a inigo insert here, as that’s a unique situation. So i took the setting into consideration- there are mercenary groups, established by Gregor, a character that used to be a part of a mercenary group. Since its an entire continent (or two!), it can be inferred that there are a lot of mercenary groups.
But wait! What does this have to do with Inigo? Well, see, in canon, he’s said to have wandered around until the paralogue where he’s recruited in, so he could be anywhere, as long as he ended up there later... unless my character, in a mercenary group, came up to him and recruited him to her mercenary squad, which neatly explains how he joins and it fits within canon’s rules.
Step 3: Canon Events
Ah, the stuff we discarded until now. CANON EVENTS! They happen. But things can change with additional or less people. How does your presence change things? Do you become a shoulder to lean on? Are you the cause of more things happening which cancels out some canon events? How do you adapt to the canon?
I’ll use my fe:f insert again here. In canon, there are 3 different paths which all affect how she goes about things. Since she’s a part of an army that is attached to one nation, she will be at various stages of the game, naturally. In one path, she is frozen in ice, and due to her present interactions with a certain boss (step 4 helped establish that) she helped the main protagonist, which leads her to laslow/mozu later on.
But what about cancelling canon events? Well, that’s a lot harder, and you have to think about what effects it would have on how things would react, and while that’s some great work... simple is best.
Step 4: Relationships
You don’t exist in a vacuum, ever, and so your si must be able to interact with their surroundings in some way. How do they react to weather? Other people? What are the quirks that might come to mind for other people? Who do they like and dislike, who likes them or dislikes them? Y’know, some good stuff! Relationships are essential for a believable character that could seamlessly slip into canon.
Example: See that fe:f thing up there? My character hating her boss? That’s a thing. Due to her being part of an army, people clash, and they ended up disliking each other so much she defected from his army when she froze her. (step 3 canon events there!). Or, for another example, People noticing relationships going on (like romantic ones) and casting their approval or disapproval of it. Just minor things like that could help.
Of course, since you’re just trying to get them introduced in the story, you might’ve thought of the latter stuff already. But take examples from the canon and adapt it to your needs. Don’t twist it so much you break it, but twist it slightly so you can drop an si in!
If you need more questions answered, just feel free to ask!
#self ship#self shipping#self insert#si#oc#fanfic#fanfiction#well it might be useful there#anyway this thing got really long and i didn't expect that!#use this as a guide or whatever#this is just what i do so don't stick completely to this! if other things work for you other things work for ya!#Anonymous#Pix Asks
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Game Boy Games: The Ultimate Lists
If you’re wondering why you haven’t seen any text-based posts from me lately, blame it all on these bad boys you’re about to see; this time, BlastoiseMonster presents you the ultimate, most complete, most precise, most MOST, Classic Game Boy AND Game Boy Color Cartridge Lists. All games are on it; 1073 titles for what it concerns everyone’s favourite brick, and 941 for its colorful successor. It’s true, I’ve kept the count! This whole research has costed me many days of work: believe me, my wrists hurt due to so much typing!
The reason for these documents is pretty much because, since the start of this blog, I’ve been looking on the net for a good chart to keep track of my acquisitions. While I do know a good number of games myself, there are a lot of titles, especially Japanese ones, that I’ve never seen in my life; if I ever decide to get a series complete (like all GB/GBC Pokèmon games, for example) who knows if there’s still a region exclusive chapter I lack, making my collection actually incomplete? Or also, some games are differently titled depending on where they’rebeing released, causing more confusion than ever, Mario & Yoshi being a perfect example.
All in all, the world of cartridges is a real mess, and there’s no such list to cover these arguments and distinguish rebrandings from actual different games: Wikipedia has an incomplete draft, Nintendo.com has decided to delete its old documents, NintendoAge lists every single release as a different thing on its own; even GameFAQs lacks a bunch of titles.
A solution was needed, and this is where I came in action; combining research and organization skills, one by one I took note of every single Game Boy cartridge and its variations, finally creating what every collector may look up to.
ULTIMATE CLASSIC GAME BOY CARTRIDGE LIST!
ULTIMATE GAME BOY COLOR CARTRIDGE LIST!
In easy to read and search .TXT format! Because I love txt files. :3
Uploading these lists wasn’t easy, either: I wanted to submit them to GameFAQs, but somehow the uploading request timed out; other txt uploading sites had a size limit or would expire after some time; if it wasn’t for Senseless and his online repository, they would have never been online!
Although it’s true there are some holes here and there (some entries might still lack year of publication and cart code, yet they’re just a bunch), I can still update them once I find the right information, and it’s still way better than what’s already online. As for anything else you need to know, just refer to their introductions. You can even contact me for contribuitions if you find something’s amiss! =D
One thing I’ve noticed while organizing titles is the plethora of title that were original IPs in Japan but have been reskinned to tie-in titles for western audiences, mainly Saturday Morning cartoons, which kinda ruin the whole atmosphere these games created: for Japan, everything on the Game Boy was cutesy and chibi exactly because the game was portable, and the player was looking into a miniaturized world. But for America this was unacceptable, and everything neede to be “radded up” just like the NES. So many great designs ruined...
In particular, GBC’s gallery is also full of japanese exclusive releases, most of which are either RPGs (whch is a perfect genre to be played on the Game Boy, by the way), visual novels or pet simulators which can be interpreted all as valid games for both boys and girls, but I assume western companies commented with “AN SLIGHTLY, REMOTELY GIRLY TITLE? IN MY GAME SYSTEM?” and refused to localize in fear that their players would have lost testosterone at sight, as if boys aren’t allowed to keep pets or some shit. It’s just so sad that these games are japanese exclusives, as they’re presented with masterful artwork and most seem actually fun!
This also resulted in the development of many, many sports games, which again, in my opinion, aren’t the best played on such a small screen. I love the Game Boy in every single aspect of it also on the technological side, but I understand where its limits lay and it’s normal it can’t handle certain genres too well.
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Chicken
Fandom:- SUPERNATURAL
Pairing:- Dean Winchester X Castiel
WARNING:- Minor language and violence
A/N:- I just had this idea of Dean and Cas fighting and I wanted to see what I could do with it. The thoughts are in Italic. I wrote a draft of this earlier but the current went out and it got deleted so this is not gonna be as good as that. Please don't hate me. Oh and send an ask if you have a specific request. 🙂
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He downed another shot as he made his way to the pool table, attracting the attention of many. He tried to remember how much he'd had but seeing as it would be pointless to try he simply took a swig from the beer bottle he had in his hand and looked to the group of youngsters, discussing amongst themselves.
"Alright. Who's up for a battle!", he exclaimed, keeping the bottle down and flashing a cocky grin at the group, hoping they wouldn't turn down the offer of a game. They exchanged looks and placed money on the table.
"You're gonna end up broke tonight, Grandpa."
"Why do you think I came out here tonight, fellas?", he said with a smug look, decorating his features, to which they had somewhat concerned expressions but began to play, nevertheless.
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Why did he leave? Was he not in the middle of saying something? I shouldn't read his thoughts. It's not morally acceptable, as he once told me. But the amount of alcohol he is consuming is alarming. Should I bring him back? Maybe he wants to be alone... Did he just punch someone? I should intervene.
Castiel teleported himself just outside the bar as he knew if the people saw him appear out of thin air they would "freak the hell out" as Dean frequently put it. He pushed the door and stepped inside, scanning the place for the elder Winchester. He spotted Dean fighting someone while the rest of the occupants of the bar watched. He stepped upto Dean and placed a firm hand on his shoulder.
"Dean", he said in a blank tone. Dean spun around, clearly drunk and smiled.
"Oh if it ain't the overbearing dad, come to take his son home", Dean jeered earning a snigger from the audience.
"Dean, we should leave. You've consumed enough", he said in a hushed tone.
"Hey! Speak up! We can't hear you!", a random drunk shouted at Castiel. Dean nodded and gestured for the crowd to applaud Cas so he'd speak up.
Castiel shot him a look. "I wasn't talking to you, sir."
"Dean, come on", he said as he turned towards the door, hoping Dean would follow.
"But dad, I didn't get to go on the bouncer yet!", Dean wailed like a child and laughed with the others. Castiel stopped in his tracks.
He realised Dean wasn't going to come of his own will and moved to place two fingers on his forehead. Dean shoved him away rather too forcefully which earned a hush from the crowd and a stern look from Castiel. Dean sniggered and gestured to him.
"Let's go, Angel of the Lord"
"Don't make me do something I'll regret", he said staring at Dean with nothing more than a blank look.
I shouldn't hurt him. I can't. I won't. He's just had too much alcohol tonight. But... he seems to enjoy it. I don't understand him.
"Oh you won't regret this", Dean pushed him rather too forcefully. Castiel did nothing. Dean, annoyed, landed a punch on his face. He watched as a trickle of blood flowed down Castiel's chin originating from his lower lip. He was however, unfazed by the punch and just stood there.
"What? You too chicken?", Dean called out while opening his arms wide and giving Castiel a target.
Why aren't you fighting back you son of a bitch! Why do you have to be a coward in front of these people? That's not the man I know.
Dean huffed and punched him in the gut, making him wobble a little but stay steady.
You wanna know the truth? I'm the only chicken here. Chicken enough to hide my feelings for you. This is the only way I can prove to myself that I'm not a coward. So just fight back. Prove to me that neither of us is afraid.
"Hit me you sorry excuse for a soldier!"
That did it for Castiel. That was the only thing he thought he did right. The only title he let himself live upto. And how could Dean Winchester, who was as much a soldier as he was, insult him like that. He punched Dean as he had requested and watched him stagger. He immediately regretted that. But he could hear the cheers and was confused. Weren't they on Dean's side a minute ago?
Dean chuckled and grabbed Castiel's collar, headbutting him. That caused Castiel to wobble a little but he didn't have time to recover as Dean sent him flying backwards by kicking him square in the chest. He landed on a table as he felt glass pieces cut his skin. He stood up and stormed to Dean while Dean was busy taking a bow. He grabbed him from behind and put him in a headlock. Dean, however smiled and elbowed Castiel and punched his face once again. Castiel could feel the blood collecting in his mouth.
What am I doing? Damn, he's bleeding. How am I able to floor him like this, he's an angel for crying out loud! Is he.... letting me do this to him.
"You okay there, buddy?", he asked ostensibly mocking him but inwardly concerned.
"Don't worry about me, Dean", Castiel said as he kicked Dean in the shin. Dean fell to the ground in pain. Pain Castiel could feel.
I'm being too hard on him. I need to stop. He's in pain. Maybe I should heal him.
Castiel's expression softened as he helped Dean up. The crowd instantly booed at the signs of concern displayed on both sides.
Castiel had had enough. He looked at Dean who was still within his reach and watched Dean's eyes grow wide as he realised what was about to happen. He had almost stopped it but Castiel was too fast for him as he placed two fingers on Dean and instantly they were back in the bunker, in Dean's room.
"What the Hell, Cas?! My money's still there!", Dean proclaimed trying to break out of Castiel's hold.
"Why did you fight, Dean?", Castiel asked releasing him.
"Because I'm drunk Cas. And when people are drunk they let themselves go and let's just say there are a bunch of times where I wanna hit you but I stop myself and this time I didn't."
Because you're an idiot and can't see things. Because you know nothing about me or my head. Because you can't feel human emotions or pain. Because you don't know what it's like to feel rejected. The only pain you'll know is physical and I hate you for that. You'll never know love. You'll never understand the love I feel for you and I wish I didn't because you can't.
"You should rest, Dean", Castiel said placing his fingers gently on Dean again, rendering him unconscious and letting him fall onto his bed. He laid a blanket over him and stood there for a minute. Little did Dean know that Castiel had been reading Dean's thoughts since they met and never stopped. He said with a sigh,
"I suppose you're right. An idiot and a chicken would never be compatible."
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#supernatural#fanfiction#supernatural one shot#fan fiction#dean winchester#dean#castiel#angel of the lord#oneshot#spn one shot#dean x castiel#destiel#ship#otp#spn ship#jensen ackles#misha collins#dmitri tippens krushnic#fandom#writing#fanfic authot#isthisimportant#spn#spn fanfiction#fluff#angst#violence#spn fanfic#dean x cas
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Visual Novel Log #9
Week #14-#17 - DISCORD: https://discord.gg/PJAnsNA
Holy shit I thought I updated this two weeks ago but I guess not omg how embarrassing HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA I’M SORRY
Oh well, I did say that I had a super special exciting announcement for you guys, so I might as well TELL Y’ALL NOW;
THE FIRST DRAFT FOR THE HARDEST ROUTE IS DONE!
ISN’T THAT EXCITING?! It’s been hard and nervewracking and ugh all of the adjectives, but I’ve learned a whole darn lot that I would like to share with you guys!
So, the advice I have (so far) for writing your first visual novel:
1) Finish the first draft ASAP and at any cost
Seriously. Finishing the first draft will make you feel sooo much freedom, cause even though you might think that what you have so far is crap and nothing at all like you pictured it, at least you have something - and that something is, believe it or not, a whole route after all!
I know I lost a whole lot of time because I was unhappy with what I wrote, and therefore took breaks way too frequently to find out what the problem was and how to fix it. In reality though, it really didn’t help at all, and I wasn’t able to pinpoint the problems in the same way that I can now that my script is done, and I can see every event in relation to the one after and before it. So even though you feel demotivated, just keep at it until you get somewhere!
2) Don’t think about the different outcomes yet!
And I can’t stress this enough! For visual novels (especially those with a lot of choices) it’s way too hard to worry about every single choice as it presents itself. Our minds are more or less wired to think in chronological order, which means that you’ll inevitably end up thinking that your story is longer than it actually is, if you start doing the different outcomes first.
Choices can really hurt our perception of the time that’s passed, and it’s not easy to realize that your 80 page script only amounts to 10 minutes of gameplay, since a player will only get to read 10 of those 80 pages per playthrough.
It’s really important to consider this though, and I would suggest writing the “true route” or, you know, the ‘good’ choices, first, and then go back and add the other outcomes afterwards. It’ll give you a much clearer picture of how much you actually have, and a better understanding of the plot and its branches.
3) Get someone else to read your script
When I started writing, I chose to write the hardest character’s route first - someone whose personality I’ve never touched on before in anything I’ve written in the past. It was extremely challenging, but it was really fun writing him and putting him in different scenarios.
But despite that, something kept bugging me about him when I finished the script, and although I had a foggy idea of what might be wrong, I wasn’t 100% sure of how to go about fixing it or what it was exactly. So, I sent my script to my editor who read it through and added comments throughout the whole thing, and when I read through her comments I found myself agreeing with her on practically everything! It felt amazing to finally know exactly what to change and where, and it really motivated me to keep going and change the story for the better. So please, if you ever feel like your story isn’t good enough or something’s off about a character or scene; send it to someone else and get them to read it!
4) Use references!
Always study and learn from the masters. If your character feels wrong then go back, find a character you like that best resembles your own, and study him/her! Find out exactly what it is you like about them and start thinking about how to apply that element to your story. You might even end up deleting some scenes or adding new ones to better portray what kind of person your character is.
Oh and by the way, This doesn’t only apply to characters. It could be the art or the overall feel of the game as well! If you feel like your dialogue is unnatural or you don’t have enough choices, then maybe try replaying a visual novel that you really like to see how they did it. You could also read a good book, watch an anime, a movie... ? Anything that does __whatever you’re looking for__ well. It’ll help a bunch, so I really recommend doing this when you’re editing your first draft.
Phew, there! I hope to do a masterpost of all the advice I’ll be able to give out by the end of this adventure, but for now, have a status update:
> Overall planning: 48%
> Script: 22%
> Programming: 0%
> Art: 10%
> Music: 0%
With love from my rising Cortisol levels <3
#gamedev#visual novel#renpy#otome game#devlog#VNlog#VN#VisualNovel#Renpy game#dating sim#anime#manga#developer#game development
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