#it just writes itself y'all

[fluxedbuds]

can’t believe it took me this long to make a magical frosted tango tbh

[liashinigami]

Was gonna gather my thoughts and write a post tmr on the general mood in the ofts space after the finale bc I feel like a whole bunch of people overthink the amount of editing that was supposedly the result of "promo couple fans complaining too much" but I literally cannot sleep before I get this off my chest so here goes nothing:

Do you guys not understand how tv show productions work....

The script was written, reworked, and then finalized before they even began filming. Yes they might have changed some stuff between the initial scrips draft they had before the mock trailer and the true beginning of production this year but considering that they booked two at the time new but well received promo couples (remember that this show was already in planning at a time when Enchené and The Eclipse were still very very fresh), TopMew and SandRay were always gonna be endgame. It's especially obvious now that the full series is out bc if you go back and watch the mock trailer, all the same storybeats are there. This is how the story was supposed to go from the beginning. They most likely cast two promo couples on purpose because of the added bonus of pre-established compatibility and chemistry needed for endgame couples in such a messy series.

Then they filmed stuff. They finished filming I believe the day that episode 3 aired, so they could not have changed any of the ending based on audience reactions (as I have seen multiple people suggest), since we were barely a few epiaodes into the story. The book based on the series was also already finished and in the last stages of preparing to be released. The only thing they actually did was edit out parts of scenes or full scenes that they found did not add anything at this point in the story (like the sandray garage scene) or would actively harm what we, the audience, are supposed to be understanding and feeling right now (like the Mew smashing shit scene and Top attempting to sleep with someone else, which both were explained to have been cut because audiences were reacting strongly negative to Top even a few episodes into his redemption arc, when we were clearly supposed to start being on his side). They might also have moved some scenes around to aid the story flow but I am unsure of that one (I suspect the scene where Ray and Mew finally solve their shit out was supposed to be directly before the SandRay donut scene bc of obvious clothing reasons, bc they either fucked up hardcore with clothing continuity or moved the first SandRay rehab discussion to after the RayMew talk because it made more sense that way when seeing it played out on screen. If that was the case I am glad for it bc it would have felt a bit weird the other way around idk...).

All of this is however not new. It happens all the time in film and broadcasting production (also in book publishing....this is why editors and alpha/beta readers exist. I mean Brandon Sanderson's books famously go through four (?) stages of feedback before they get published...). Some scenes just get dropped in editing because when you see it on screen it feels redundant or not quite right, so it gets taken out before it changes what they want the audience to take away from other scenes. Movies and tv shows that have months between filming and airing dates usually solve this issue with test screening audiences and several runs of editing. There have been instances of Movies having test screenings at cinemas and then having their release date scrapped because they have to be re-edited completely as a result of unexpected audience feedback. GmmTV series being on smaller budgets and timeframes results in this time window falling away and relying on observing audience reactions to already aired episodes closely and then editing the next episode close to its release is one strategy to still ensure that you bring across what you wanted to (Kdramas also do this very frequently). It might not be ideal but it's not unusual and it certainly does not mean that anything substantial from the story was changed. All the storybeats as well as the character and relationship development remained the same because they already had everything filmed. They did not do reshoots or we'd know it. The story was planned this way. It was in the script. If you did not like it, then you did not like it. But don't accuse the directors of "bending to the will of fans" bc that's just plain wrong.

I too have my issues with some of the writing and some of the characterizations. But let's keep the criticism where it is actually deserved ok?

Edit: I have also seen quite a few people over here and also on Twitter say how disappointed they are in the "editing based on audience reaction" and that they should release a "directors cut" with all the scenes but like....this IS the directors cut. THEY decided how to edit this because the original intent is not always what arrives in the brains of the audience. Storytelling is a two-way street and if a massive chunk of your audience interprets a part of your story so differently to how you intended it to be understood, edits are necessary. Because that means that your intent is not communicated well enough.

[raiiny-bay]

they've come a long way

[front-facing-pokemon]

[queer-reader-07]

the sentence "i found myself on tumblr.com." followed immediately by me waxing poetic about the beauty of art is not how i expected this essay to go but honestly it checks out

[arachnoheaux]

xxx some misconceptions abt my angel routinely come up in plotting & interactions, so thought i'd talk abt him some to put it out there!:

angel loves his job. being a sex worker brings out the best in him & it's not a shameful occupation he was forced into, needs to be saved from, or is a direct cause to any of his grief. yes, he is overworked & his talents are unjustly exploited but in no way that's worse than any other occupation due to its sexual nature. the angle of the ' poor destitute prostitute ' peeves me kinda massively actually & i really don't vibe with ooc whorephobia.

angel is VIOLENT & RECKLESS. blood & gore doesn't make him squeamish. weapons don't make him squeamish. he's not offput by slaughter & often engages in it himself. he has a severe sadomasichistic streak, a high pain tolerance, & the ability to shed & regrow limbs due to his insect - like physicality. it also takes a LOT to actually make him afraid of physical violence, bc in his mind nth holds a candle to things he's already experienced. on that note!

angel is PROTECTIVE of his relationship with valentino. not because it's a good thing, by any means. but because ( depending on the valentino muse in question ) valentino is and remains to be an important figure in his life for better or worse. whether they were past lovers or strictly have a working relationship, angel's relationship with valentino is closely tied to his own identity & success. he won't hate on him or tolerate such things easily. ( also this popular notion of treating valentino like a hate sink isn't super fun for me. for angel, it's Personal with a capital P )

angel doesn't quite look like he does in canon. i'm not much a stickler on this, but throughout the time i've mused and drawn him, my angel's come to look a little different. primarily, he sports a vibrant pink & curly hair, so please don't describe him as white or pale

he's a cis man with a passion for drag as a lifestyle. gender expression is an intimate part of his identity, but the same - sidedness of his own gender isn't something he's ever doubted. the validity of certain parts of himself that make him a man? absolutely. his sexual identity & gender expression are central themes to his character. but he's never had that deep, internalized wish to cross over. he celebrates his own personal gender expansion but dabbling in things considered ' feminine ' doesn't mean he's ever considered himself a woman ( & being called such isn't smth he likes )

[egginfroggin]

Had the mental image of Iced Tracks Zisu finding out that Ingo went like more than a decade with basically no physical contact and immediately seeking to remedy his touch starvation.

Lots of little touches and shoulder bumps get put into their everyday routine. It's like they gravitate towards each other whenever they're in the same room (which happens frequently). Standing very, very close to each other when they present together, closer than most royal couples tend to stand to each other -- there's no space between them at all.

She'll adjust his crown even when it's perfectly straight, and, after a time, he takes to fiddling with her hair.

Also, head bonks. They do it. Bonk your shoulder, bonk your back, bonk your head and make both our skulls rattle, yeh. We call that blunt force affection in this castle, dang it.

Basically, Zisu looks at it as a decade of touch deprivation and makes it her mission to make up for it. Ten-odd years is a long time to miss affection.

And I know that that's not how touch starvation works -- it's not like a meter that can be replenished and then bam, you're fine, it's an ongoing ailment that takes time to work through the psychological effects of -- but just as... a storytelling element? Is that the right word? Fluffs, it's for fluffs. Narrative frippery.

Anyway.

Yeah.

[ofcrossrcads]

oh

[tvrningout-a]

i'm creating a whole frikkin fantasy world with a conflict and everything, lord help me

[bisexualbard-writes]

what if I just go through the 10k i have written and rewrite it to be in present tense instead of past tense. I just can’t with the past tense, I don’t know how anything works anymore and my sense of pacing and timing is all wonky and AUGH. AUGH. BLECH. 

[ereborne]

WIP ask game: "backflip, faceplant", please! (also what's your ao3 handle? if you got one/don't mind/other)

Backflip, faceplant!  Of all of these working titles, this is the one I think might work best as an actual title.  It’s fun to say—imagine me tilting my head one way and then the other as I say it—and more importantly it doesn’t require a full six-degrees-of-kevin-bacon word association game to make sense to a viewer outside my head:  it’s what happens in the first scene of the fic.   

Essentially, this is my Dick Grayson character exploration, turned sort of emotional fix-it.  Dick gets kicked around so consistently in canon that he often doesn’t actually have the opportunity to live up to the Eldest Daughter characterization fandom loves to give him, and I am in the fashion of comics fans everywhere creating my own timeline mishmash to allow for a different outcome. 

What if before Jason died, Dick had managed to carve out a little space separate from his anger with Bruce, for the foundations of the brotherly relationship we all want them to have?  What if the first time he laid eyes on Tim, Dick turned a piece of his grief for Jason into determination to grow an even better brotherly relationship with him?  And what if Dick’s choice to grow those relationships had knock-on effects all the way down the line? 

Featuring such highlights as:  Tim and Babs conspiring to make sure Dick is never without backup in Bludhaven, professionally emotionally and otherwise; brain-scrambled Jason still pretty much autopilot adopting Damian in Nanda Parbat because when a kid falls over in front of you, you pick them the fuck up; ongoing ‘who can spill punch on the worst gala guest’ competitions between the Foxes and Waynes (surprise winner Kate Kane); the Titans and the Teen Titans and Timmy’s Weirdass Friends Too all working together better and more often; me rejecting p much everything New 52 except Strix, Strix can stay; a gargoyle with Dick Grayson’s perfect butt being commissioned for the Gotham Belltower as a loving and heartfelt tribute to everybody’s best big brother. 

I’m just writing whatever nonsense makes me happy with no regard to pacing, so it's gotten pretty sprawling—past sprawling, really, probably if I were going to post it up, I'd have the main story as one work and then a second work with multiple chapters of excerpted scenes—but it’s emotionally rewarding and an excellent thought exercise for me trying to decide what parts of DC’s bonkers-ass timeline(s) I think are important. 

Crime Alley natives only respond well to respect, and they never feel comfortable unless they’ve got the advantage.  Dick settles at the edge of the mat, dropping into an easy flat-footed squat, eye-level with the kid.  The kid immediately stands up from his crouch, and Dick doesn’t smirk, just tilts his head up to keep meeting his eyes.  “That was a good tumble.”  The kid’s looking for a lie, but he won’t find one.  He’d landed on his face in the end, sure, but he’d fallen well.  “You’ve got good balance, got reach—great instincts, which is more important.  Once you get the footwork down, you’ll be set.”  Dick, looking up into those suspicious eyes, realizes as he says it exactly how true it is.  It’ll be tricky, walking the line between Crime Alley and Bruce’s particular brand of do-goodery, but once the kid gets his feet underneath him, he’ll be amazing.  Well.  Nothing else for it, really.  There’s nobody better at finding a tricky balance point than Dick.  “Here, let me show you.”

[mrsdanirojas]

Love You – Dani Rojas x f!Reader

Summary: She was down to hit it from the back, so you figured she'd be down for a little reverse cowgirl (*shrug*). You were right. (A morning-after sequel following the first time Dani fucks you from behind.)

Notes: Um, this short fic half wrote itself before I could stop it, so here we are <3 It’s not even a fic, really, it’s more like drabble and I cut as much as I could, but alas,,

Content notes: Explicit, so minors – leave us. [*you're promptly escorted out of the room by my henchwomen*] Strap-on; edging; hair-pulling; spanking; lack of plot bc I continue to be a whore with a figurative pen

Word count: 1182

On AO3.

Even though you know Dani Rojas is loving this, taking in the sight of your bare ass slapping against her hips as you take in the full length and unforgiving girth of her strap, you also know you climbed on top of her lying on the bed this way (decisively; back to her astonished face; with not a little force) expressly so you could sit up nearly straight and take her as far in as humanly fucking possible. It’s a little selfish, maybe, but you wouldn’t know it from the string of low moans coming from behind and below you.

“Fuck,” Dani breathes, drawing out the expletive, bucking roughly into you with the strength of her arousal. Though the unexpected thrust lights a fire in your limbs that beckons you off the deep end, you’re hell-bent on your process.

You tut, leaning forward across her lithe outspread thighs and letting the strap gradually slide almost all the way out of you, pausing only when you feel the tip kiss the slick entrance of your swollen heat. The move underscores the sheer length of it gliding against your walls and sends hot waves of pleasure rolling outward from your cunt, but you maintain your focus on your guerrilla below. “Are you okay, corazón?” you ask, entirely insincerely. 

Dani groans, forceful breathing channeling through her nose as she tries to keep it together. You’d been teasing her this way – now bouncing wantonly to ride the life out of her, now unsheathing her with agonizing leisure so she had no choice but to watch the thick strap appear from your depths – for what you knew was approaching a dangerous amount of time. How much time, exactly, you neither knew nor cared, too busy treasuring the progression of Dani’s quiet grunts to startled gasps and now into tortured moans.

Yes, it’s torturous for Dani, so accustomed to throwing you around like you’re her depraved little rag doll (you are), but to be fair, she had started it.

“I–” Dani faltered earlier when you asked her how she’d slept. “Pinga, I can’t stop thinking about last night.” She ran a distressed hand through her hair, unsuccessfully attempting a smile as her green eyes glazed over in vivid contemplation. Your heart sang; you knew she was revisiting the same memories that had plagued you since this morning.

“You liked that, hm, amor?” you asked, setting down your mug and drawing closer to her spot by the doorframe.

Dani’s eyes blazed, but the tone that followed was aching, soft. “Liked it?” Tender hands found your waist, coaxed you into the safety of her chest. She wrapped her arms around you, bringing your fronts flush together not unlike the way she’d pressed her chest flat against your back just last night.  “I loved it,” she murmured, brushing a soft kiss on your cheek. “I loved you. You were perfect.” 

Blushing furiously despite yourself, stomach falling fast, you nevertheless managed to thread your hands into her hair, tugging gently on the strands at the back of her head before pulling her in for a kiss. You liked that Dani was open to your ideas, and you had a feeling she liked it, too.

You were right, you thought, as she let you lead her by the hand back into the bedroom.

“Please, mami,” Dani answers, the anguished croak bringing you back to the present and nearly stopping you mid-stroke. Hearing her beg tugs on something within you – you’re not sure what – but you decide to show a little mercy, in your own way.

You briefly adjust your hold on her bruised knees and carefully grind back down on her, rolling slowly to take it all in, from the pliant head down to the wide base, earning a whine. For once, you’re glad Dani can’t see you like this, eyes heavy-lidded and mouth agape in silent ecstasy. You’d been edging her heartlessly but not without a significant amount of concentration on your part, too.

You pause to make sure Dani’s actually okay. Something about your new position and the unadulterated pleasure you take in leading your lover to her undoing is leaving Dani almost entirely powerless in your literal grip. Whether she’s giving it to you or whether you’re truly taking it – the power is intoxicating, almost as much as the feeling of her buried deep inside you. Relieved to hear her breaths, labored but steady, you find one of her warm hands resting on your waist and squeeze lightly before pressing on.

“Lo que tú quieres, mi amor,” you coo, last words coming out breathlessly as you work your hips from their languid circles up to a decisive, positively whorish pace. At last you allow yourself to release a short, high-pitched moan as you settle into that fevered rhythm, pleased to find Dani starting to match you before reaching up and twisting your hair around her fist to pull your head back. Fuck. The seemingly endless taunting has unbalanced you both, you realize, when the open palm of her free hand connects with your ass, the sound cracking through the thick air like a whip and making you cry out. Oh. There’s the Dani you know; without fail the rough handling sends you spiraling, hips whipping into a frenzy so the head of the strap pounds repeatedly, directly into your sweet spot.

“Holy shit,” Dani pants, following your tempo but overtaking you in force, using your head as an anchor to rut into you with a fierceness that nearly knocks you over, unleashing a stream of whimpers for which you’re wholly unprepared. As intended, the precise angle of your lover plowing you from below and behind allows for the strap to plunge into the furthest depths of your heat, setting you ablaze with bliss. You chase the sensation of the strap lodged deep within you, needing it further and further inside, and your rolls shift accordingly, moreso dragging on Dani’s strap rather than bouncing. The resulting orgasm is intense, both of your hips fused together in a desperate dance, muscles of your walls wrapped tightly around and pulling on the entirety of the strap, soaring moans knocking against each other before finally falling in unison over the edge of your arousal.

It’s only when you rise up off the strap, sight of the supple glistening shaft retreating for the last time surely leaving Dani’s head spinning, and turn around to straddle and face Dani for the first time since you’d led her to the site of her ruin, that you realize what had tugged on you earlier.

She lies there, head thrown back against the long-suffering pillow, heaving chest struggling to regain its composure, and you remember this was just how you’d envisioned it. Dani’s eyes, hazy and framed by her long silky lashes, find yours, almost distracting you from the warm smile breaking out from one side of her mouth. Holding her gaze, you reach out to take her hand and squeeze again, this time with a firmness borne of knowing your guerrilla loves you, trusts you, and you her.

[friendofthecrows]

You thought I forgor, didn't you?

Ha! Detective character sheet be upon ye!

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I wrote a lot (sorry) so it's not a terribly traditional character sheet. I just started thinking about this detective and then Didn't Stop. Meaning when it came time to display the information I was like "Ah. how am I going to fit this."

More details and fun stuff under the cut!

I did a -2 to 2 scale for the traits with zero as "neutral" or "average" bc I thought the comparative %s of the polls looked worse and were harder to grok at a glance.

I tried to include the comments from the notes as part of his description and backstory <3 (mostly in the flop era lol).

I hoped a lot of people would click vanilla extract as a show results button, so that I could take it differently and make Shivmei vanilla scented! And you did :) He loves vanilla flavored and scented things, which is why he smells like that. It is both a blessing and a curse.

Fun fact: what took me the longest in all of this...designing sleuths scarf. Scarf was tied with sharp features for the second most trait, so when I imagined this detective, I imagined the scarf, and the scarf that popped into my head was so pretty I desperately wanted it. Cue hours of research and designing my own fabric print patterns (though it's canonically embroidery that's too hard for me lol). I saved a file with just the flat print w/o the fabric warp or cut-offs in the scarf if anyone wants it. It's a cross between a damask, ikat, and ogee, with some Moroccan influence.

Ah and there I go writing a lot again...

Also, I did one of those bag contents sheets for fun :3

(I named the sidekick Leon via the Behind the Name random name generator, and when I instantly got the name of my favorite knight of the round table, I knew I was going with that one.)

Look up "design a detective" on my blog for the polls that caused this!

Now all that's left is to write a story about our collectively designed detective :D

[rudjedet]

idk man Yu-Gi-Oh! got me through being 15 and while it isn’t responsible for my love of ancient Egypt and/or writing, it is responsible for me starting to write about ancient Egypt during that time, which for some reason hadn’t crossed my mind before then. I mean, at some point I likely would have written something about Egypt because, as we say in Dutch, bloed kruipt waar het niet gaan kan. But I don’t think it would have been the trilogy that eventually became the Egypt novel, that ridiculous (affectionate), anachronistic narrative about thieves and robbers and gods and pharaohs only a sixteen year old me could have written. Sixteen year old me didn’t care yet about what other people in her life thought what good writing was. She just saw Yu-Gi-Oh! and went “wait fuck, I can do this too?”.

And then she did.

[hirazuki]

Choose Your Own Adventure: Middle Earth Edition

Tolkien's universe is vast and varied, and has so much potential for adventuring outside of the main story events. Let's go on one together!

[irisbaggins]

I've heard other folks with ADHD, when they're off their meds, they get hyper or distracted and so on. Me, however... I get so fucking tired it's not even funny. I will just proceed to sleep all day, without fail.

So guess who forgot their meds most of this morning and now has to deal with extreme exhaustion until their meds kick in :/