#evolving documentation

[stop-breaking-my-heart-telltale]

What can I say? They're my favorite.

[puppyeared]

couldnt decide on drawing fish or horsies

[jeremiahthefroge]

yeah ok so I caved. Lit up another bowl, opened a new folder on my Obsidian vault, and I'm gonna rewatch the minecraft diaries and I'm going to take detailed notes on everything plot related I can, separated episode by episode, make observations, and then create a little personal wikipedia of my interpretations of the characters as they appear on the show.

I just did episode one to do what is essentially a "am I capable of watching this" test (I feared since it was 2016 youtube that I was into in the year 2016, a historically terrible year for me, that I would have some HEAVILY BIASED ideas on the quality of this show, and that if I rewatched I would ruin it for myself) and I honestly didn't have too hard of a time with the youtube of it all. Cringe is and has been dead, and I'm looking at this like a fun little excercise in studying how this piece of media tells the story it tells.

Speaking of, I find it so interesting how the machinima of Zenix and Garroth kicks us off and we then have Aphmau speaking as like... a comentary youtuber. The machinima sets up a plot that isn't even hinted more at in the episode, too, but I can see the first 10 or whatever episodes having all been recorded in 1 batch all at once and then cut up. I don't recall how characterized Aphmau gets in this whole thing.

And also I find Aphmau doing the voices for Garroth and Zenix so unironically fun and endears me to the series. Idk why but it made me smile!

I'll probably liveblog more of this experience bc I'm incapable of keeping my mouth shut.

[cognitiveinequality]

Lots of people pointing out the absolute nonsense highlights from Andreessen's baloney-filled Tech-Billionaire manifesto (breathlessly recommended by Tumblr's rich hipster CEO ["he must be cool, guys... he went to Burning Man! In 2023!!"] ) but this paragraph sums it up for me.

[3bearsand10000rats]

I have been threatening to learn French since perhaps 2020 but I’ve never made good on it because I have no practical use for it besides sounding exceedingly pretentious and i already accomplish that by speaking peninsular spanish

[potatoesandsunshine]

working on this fic is like. first i have to consult a venn diagram. specifically this one which i did lose but i have the picture still

then listen to these five songs in order without pausing to establish the vibe

and then. i can work on a teeny tiny bit at a time

[usadvlottery]

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[moveobjects]

a lazy saturday (except for betty killing it with her plants)

[shiftermod]

Old thoughts about the old blog, circa 2012

The single biggest problem with the invasion is that now ponies know that Changelings exist, and that's where I drew my initial inspiration when I started: the blog was originally supposed to chronicle a downward spiral for Ponyville—fraught with soldiers, paranoia, the occasional angry mob, and a move toward intense nationalism, because the abrupt realization that lovesucking shapeshifters exist would do awful things to society as a whole. Suddenly the ponies have An Enemy who could be anywhere and be anyone, and they only know bare bones basics about that enemy. Rumors would be flying, children would be teased or assaulted based on their appearance, and dissent would be silenced as "unponylike." I was eventually going to head toward book burnings and a sanctioned assault on the library by the local military regime acting "in the name" of Celestia but without her sanction. And soon enough "the old Ponyville" is gone.

That eventually evaporated when I started interacting with other blogs, and when Season 3 got underway and Ponyville was still Ponyville. You can't have a pony from a happy version of Ponyville show up in a version of Ponyville that is slowly creeping toward what might eventually become fascism.

"If you see something, say something. Report suspicious behavior. Call local law enforcement."

"Never forget who the enemy is! Remember, anypony could be a Changeling."

"Do you have what it takes to stand up to the Changelings? Do your part for Equestria. See your local recruiter about joining the Guard."

[omni-scient-pan-da]

Sometimes you just have to say "fuck it we ball" and decide to work on your already 8k word fanfic instead of documenting TWELVE DIFFERENT FUCKING KINDS OF PLANTS FOR A LAB THAT WE WERE GIVEN NO TIME OFF FOR THANKSGIVING TO DO because writing fanfiction is fun and thinking about documenting plants makes your blood boil

[kiwipineappleparasol]

Glitched Out Duck Life 3 (on Coolmath Games Dot Com) is an Experience

[vilelittlecritter]

Currently in my city library reading up on old documents with my dad.

Shits wild...

[super-rangers]

what’s your writing process like?

Organized chaos mostly 😂

I tend to write a specific scene - usually at the beginning or end of the story - and build a loose outline from there

I also make an outline per chapter that usually goes a bit more in depth than the one I make for the whole story

the chaos comes from the fact that I love to write out of order, and I love writing little snippets and half scenes of things that come later. For Until I'm Worthy, I have like 4 different documents of working notes, scenes, and lists that I pull from when writing the chapters lmao

once I've built a chapter from the mess of outline and notes, I don't usually go through and line edit. I prefer pretty much rewriting the chapter, cause usually I end up adding in more detail and I still catch most of my typos and errors

[lettersfrombeachhead]

no matter how much i like a TV show or a movie, the thing that always breaks the spell for me is knowing that the characters are played by actors, a genre of person whom i will never understand or relate to

[ciaoteamo]

Milk and Water (Pt. I)

pairings: doppelgänger!Milkman x fem!Reader

summary: One of the newest residents’ very first doppelgänger comes in, trying to sway you into to letting them in. Will you..?

pt.II

art credit (twt: loafuu_chii)

warning: 18+ content

“…what’s the story behind your um… ears(?)” You ask the doppelgänger before you. It was a clone of one of your favorite neighbors actually, her name was Maria.

A woman around your age that you became really close friends with over the few months of you working here.

“@&! !$?&” The doppelgänger let out a series of sounds.

“right, so give me one second” You press the bright red button next to the window and the steel blinds shut with a blaring alarm sound.

You call D.D.D. and they clean up their mess per usual. You once again, you were just thankful you didn’t have to work on that side of the glass.

You check your wrist watch, and happily sigh at the fact that you only had one more hour left to work.

“ mmm, someone’s eager to go home i see” A familiar voice speaks up.

“oh, Mr. Francis” You give the man a polite grin. He gave you a sly one in return. You knew it wasn’t him off the bat. Francis was usually shy towards you, making you want to tease him into blushing whenever you saw him.

Well, you suppose you could kill two birds with one stone. Flirt with the doppelgänger of your crush, and have some entertainment.

“how are you pretty girl” He asks, sliding an I.D. and sheet through the slot.

You examine the documents and identification and beam a smile up at him.

“the date on the I.D. is a little expired hun” You declare. He lets out a small chuckle and leans a little toward the glass.

“mmm, been busy with the milk business, love. must’ve slipped my mind to renew it” He replied. His eyes were low but he still held his sly grin. You leaned back in your chair, with a bored look on your face.

“you’re not like my Francis” You huff and tilt your head with a disappointed look.

His grin faltered and he stepped closer. His breathing had quickened a bit and he took off his hat. “who knows, i could be better” He suggests.

Now that his confidence had depleted a little, you were growing bored of him. You checked the time again and you had 45 minutes left.

“well i’ve gotta get you moving now. it was nice to see such a handsome face though, so thank you” You beam and reach for the button

“you don’t want to do this, trust me” He states with a warning tone. This wasn’t unusual, getting threats after realizing they’re doppelgängers, but being that this one was this aware… they must be evolving.

“and why would i trust you?” You ask out of curiosity.

“i mean look at me” He smirks, one arm leaned against the top of the window. His irises turned from their chocolate brown and into an empty pure white.

“hm” You nod and press the button.

“(Y/N)!” He roared with what you assume was his fist banging the glass.

You call D.D.D. and wait for them to clean their mess, again.

The steel blind begins to lift and you sit back in your seat, checking your watch again but noticed the new pink lighting that shone in.

You furrow your eyebrows and look up in horror as you see blood streaks on the window in thick, and dripping amounts. You jump out of your chair and put your back against the wall.

About 5 D.D.D. workers were piled up, bloody and battered in the corner of the room, and there the doppelgänger was.

Staring at you.

His eyes were low, his shirt was torn, revealing his pecs and the start of his abdomen. He was panting with his (surprisingly still) neat hair and an almost psychotic expression.

“oh no…” He starts with a laugh, still breathing heavily.

“what did you do..?” You cover your mouth with your hand.

“it’s what you did. you got me all riled up.”

He looks down for a brief moment and you swear you hear a zip. He holds his tie and the end of his tattered shirt in his mouth and looks up at you with knitted eyebrows.

His breath fogging up the window as he asks you. Looking like a poor starving puppy. “will you let me in now…? I need your help…” He slightly groaned.

“…what. the. fuck.”

[with-ink-and-quill]

A Letter Left to Home

Dear Mother and Father,

Ideally you’ll find this letter a bit late into the day. I did leave it in the workshop. Sorry about that, but I wanted a good head start. I’m a little old for running away I suppose, so I am curious what you thought had happened to me. Maybe a trance took me? You probably spent a long time searching the forest for me. I’m sorry for that, too, then. Talking to you about leaving just felt like a bad idea.

I wish I could say I had a good reason for my leaving, but I really don’t. The shop and town never held a purpose for me. The joy and fulfillment the two of you seemed to gain from helping the townspeople… I never understood it. Losing a patient, hearing their complaints and slurs, the thankless hours of effort, all to still have our family treated as outcasts. I don’t believe Tresten deserved your help. I for sure do not care to remain there. Or did, I guess, since I should be some ways away at this point.

With nothing to really apply myself to, and a bit of direction from the being calling out to me, I figured I’d try my hand at Mother’s previous profession. I took your spear to keep myself safe, so I hope you'll forgive me for that as well. I know I’ve made quite a list of transgressions now. If being an adventurer doesn’t pan out (and I manage to survive that discovery) I’m not sure what my next step is. I would like to return home eventually if not to just update Katya on my adventures. I hope you’ll still welcome me home.

This has been a rather long winded goodbye at this point. Maybe helping people as an adventurer will help me understand your work better. It’ll teach me something, hopefully. Thank you for teaching me how to survive on my own, and how to fight. I know I’m not using those skills for what you wanted, but, well, I feel like they’ll serve me better on the road than at home. With any luck, I’ll make it to the next town without incident.

                                                                      I love you, and I’m sorry. Again.                                                                                                                  -Nikolai