#show us how you would do it fully

[argentoau]

ok idk how to word this properly, but sometimes it's not "bad" comic art, sometimes it's just an artstyle you're allowed to dislike

[icewindandboringhorror]

Some fantasy traveler inventory details (like what they would carry in their bags), based on two of the recent costumes I did.. love finding random little scraps and items and putting them together lol

[keepingupwiththeboltons]

My bet on if they cave and add nettles to the show, is that they wont have her pop up behind a rock and suddenly exist and already have claimed sheepstealer, but instead theyll do something insane and stupid and have her claim the cannibal or some shit instead

[dykedvonte]

Danse has to get homesick In Sanctuary. Like despite being uncertain of how much his past is real including times with the Brotherhood, those memories were home. The Brotherhood was home especially the Prydwen.

No matter all the comfort and the luxuries SoSu could put to make him feel more relaxed or like it’s his space it’s still not home. It’s so unique to him cause everyone else has a home in a sense. A thing or place they can come and go to as they please while Danse doesn’t. He can never go back to the people he considered family and they can never go to him without serious consequences. It doesn’t help that (due to his own faults and beliefs) a good majority of the new people in his life do not exactly like him.

It’s so isolating for him as the wasteland is also a different culture in general. Theres so much he’s not used to vs what he is. But all in all I think that’s a good thing. I feel as if Danse had a better arc in game it would 100% have him learning or developing a sense of home before a sense of self. I think it gets overlooked that Danse is a person that likes or feels like he needs to belong to something. A cause, a philosophy, a mission. He needs a goal. He must learn to live for himself and his purpose but it’s clear he wants to find that through something which is why he latches onto the Sole Survivor after rather than just wander the wastes. He needs something, anything to base a sense of self on at this point in time and who better than the person that opened their home to him in the first place.

He’s a dude that needs a foundation or home to ground himself on or else he doesn’t know what to do with himself or even start.

[puppyeared]

bestieesssss /platonic

(Xīn Yá belongs to me, Sailor belongs to @crow-cap)

[forcedhesitation]

I'm actually rather surprised that not a single one of the boys made top three. but then again, I suppose the large number of straight men that play this game are not as visible in fan spaces as us lgbt. That is...a fortunate thing, though, I'd argue.

[goldenpinof]

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[shalom-iamcominghome]

Honestly, my stance on antisemites is that I wish for them what they wish for jews. If you are willing to give up your sense of humanity as a trade-in for the hatred and destruction of your fellow human, it seems like a fair price to pay. I've gotten caught up in, generally, finding any way to treat antisemites better than they treat us/jews as a whole, but... they are the ones who traded in a piece of humanity for a selfish, ulterior motive.

[misspickman]

transfem kon proposal could have been good if was good

[thebigqueer]

2 years ago i fucked up a friendship w a girl (that im pretty sure i was in love with). to this day i think of her and sometimes when i see her on the street i just wanna cry. i understand your plight very much.

yeahhh man im sorry to hear that!!! it genuinely fucking sucks and i would never wish this upon anyone. cuz like it makes you fully think about all the what ifs and i genuilnely dont think ill ever find someone like her again

[thaeon]

obviously late to the party on this like 9 years later and not saying anything that hasn't already been said but its sooo interesting going back and watching blind playthroughs of undertale bc its so funny how many of the people drawn to the game immediately fall into the very first pitfall set by it by being so unimaginative that they cannot imagine a game system existing that does not require grinding up levels even as they say to themselves they don't want to kill the characters AND the npcs reference the game mechanics TO them

[beloveddawn-blog]

Muse (the Be Not Afraid remix)

Claude/Aryllin, 1100 words.

For @dennydraws who did the original comic this follows directly on from. I hope you like it!

He couldn’t help chuckling, shaking his head softly. He’d heard it all before, of course. That he was used up, washed out… a fraud. Whatever it was they felt like saying that day. He’d even believed it, at one time. It was why he left Withergate, after all. Driven out by the whips of their scorn.

Sun Haven was different, though. There were still whispers, but they were easily ignorable. The town’s most influential people had stood up for him and made him feel welcomed and allowed him to just… be.

And then She had arrived.

His fingers idly tapped out a curious little tune as he remembered their first meeting. He had been deep in this neverending gloom that often enveloped him, yet even then she seemed to pierce through it like a ray of eternal sunshine, soothing a chill in his soul he hadn’t even noticed.

“I’m Aryllin! Good to meet you!”

And that had been where it began.

He smiled as the tempo increased, memories of Ary flashing through his mind. Her smile, her good cheer, her thoughtfulness. The music swelled around him as he sunk further and further into his memories. His bafflement over her gloves, right up until she kissed him, became a soft moment of hesitant notes that quickly shot to an amazed climax before subsiding into pleased yet bashful beats that lined up with the way his heart pounded around her. The memory of her precious gift of her halo was a rising crescendo of joy that held a single ecstatic note in fermata… before shattering into a gloriously chaotic burst of delighted quarter tones that expressed his own amazement at his boldness when he’d gathered her up into their first transcendent kiss. Even the time he had gone to the beach party was represented in a series of pleased fortepiano notes that buzzed with his laughter at how she had gone so very red and froze up completely. He then reversed it with a complimentary series of sforzando notes to reference how completely he had frozen up when she had so innocently declared that she should, “be on top”. 

It turned softer then, almost contemplative, when he remembered nights of companionable playing with an entranced audience of one. How she so dearly wished to stay awake as long as he was with her, but would always succumb to her dreams when he slowly segued into lullabies. The music hinted at those old, old tunes, but was always underscored by the added harmony of his devotion before trailing off into a soft, sweet homage to the care he took in gathering her up and depositing her in bed. His awed reverence of those nights, where he would gently brush her face while she slept, softened the tune to almost a wistful whisper, the music itself glorying in him finding something he loved even more than music. 

Then it rose again, sharp and harsh as he remembered how she had come to his defense earlier that day. How glorious and otherworldly she had been in the throws of her indignation. How majestic she had looked prepared to smite… But the whole way through there was a thread of his laughter as he cherished her so very dearly. How he had scooped her up and left with her, despite the most adorable pout he had ever seen gracing her lovely face. A couple of silly gossips weren’t worth the trouble it would cause both of them with Lucia and Nathaniel if Ary went after them with her sword, of course. Still… he was more moved than he could put into words that she would try.

Into words… but not into music.

He blinked down at his piano, coming back to himself suddenly. A wide grin broke across his face as he contemplated the piece he had just played, composed entirely on the fly. It was even better than the masterpiece he was best known for, and he eagerly reached for some blank music sheets next to him, patiently waiting for him to regain his creativity. The first few lines were scrawled hurriedly out before a stray thought stopped him in his tracks.

Ary will be so proud of me.

The thing was… the thing was… Ary was already proud of him. She didn’t judge him for his creative block, or think he was only worth the works he could show to others. She didn’t expect him to put his heart and soul out to be a spectacle for the common folk to earn her love, and she didn’t ever want to see him diminished into only a commodity to be paraded around. She saw more than that, believed more than that… And of all the bits of himself he was willing to offer up with his music, his love for her was not one of them. He couldn’t stomach the thought of sharing the delicate intimacy of their feelings with the world. He would rip himself to shreds in search of an outlet, display his innermost self in a way that left him bleeding and raw just to feel as big as he was able to… But not when it came to her.

She had done what no amount of soul-searching or practice had managed and had reignited his emotions, fanning them effortlessly into a blaze as intense as it had been when his music had still only brought him clarity and joy. The proof was in the brilliance of the piece he had just composed. But now he knew it wasn’t a fluke. Now he knew he was capable of more than one masterpiece.

In time he would prove it to the world. There was no way to avoid that now that Ary had drawn the depths of his heart back out into the light, guided by her own effortless radiance. He’d never been able to contain his own intensity before others had taught him how the backlash burned… But Ary was born of heavenly fire, and had given of herself to protect him from it. She would shield his heart from the fickleness of fame as easily then as she had from the harsh words today, but now was not the time for that. For now, he would bask in their idyllic life here in this quiet backwater, honing his skills and savouring the sweetness of her love.  For now his whole world was just the only person that made it all good again, and he would protect her as fiercely as she protected him.

No, this song was not for the unimaginative and tasteless masses. This song was just for him and Ary. The proof of how they felt, the pinnacle of their love.

The twinned tune of their hearts, interwoven and finally, gloriously…

 One.

[goldentigerfestival]

Using this as an audio reference for the posts I'm making, but to summarize:

Yuri starts out mad.

Yuri tries to calm himself down with a deep breath to ask for details instead of going through it angry.

Flynn doesn't say "like a good knight" in the sense of putting himself down. He simply says "as a knight" (the tl here doesn't use that, but with that included it's basically along the lines of "even though I had doubts, as a knight, I was determined to follow my orders").

Once Yuri has answers he calms down significantly.

Yuri uses " 'ttaku", which is a shortened down version of "mattaku" (Yuri often shortens words and speaks very casually), which in this particular situation basically would mean "geez", or "good grief". In this manner, it's expressive of exasperation/frustration/etc.

Yuri never mentions that "Flynn told him what to do" like the dub does (because in fact Flynn did not ever tell Yuri what to do. He only gave Sodia and his other knights orders. He expressed his own desire to take responsibility, but never told Yuri and his friends what to do).

At this point you can tell the anger has gone out of him and that he's calmed down, now that Flynn is approaching this with admission and responsibility.

Sodia is asking that Flynn returns as soon as possible (I believe this was a general translation error).

Flynn's thank you to Yuri is tonally much more heartfelt.

Yuri's response and gratefulness at Flynn coming back to himself is tonally much more heartfelt, relieved and sincere.

[musical-chick-13]

Thinking about that "If K*ylo R*n were a woman everything would be better and this character would have worked" post, but after some consideration...I genuinely would have still hated this character.

Like...Idk maybe there's something to be said for the still-subversive nature of characters like this being allowed to be horrible women, but I don't hate this character because he's horrible, or even because he exemplifies a bunch of things in fiction I'm tired of seeing, I hate him because he doesn't feel fully-formed as a character to me and I don't think the movies know what they're trying to accomplish with him from a narrative standpoint (which are, imo, the biggest Story Sins a writer can commit). All of which would still hold true if this character were a woman.

[juhbebbie]

I swear the only thing that makes me click away from a fic faster than evil jake lockley is when the author decides to let us know he speaks Spanish by throwing in one (1) word in Spanish in the middle of an English sentence, and not because he forgot the word in English but just because how else would we POSSIBLY be able to know he was a Spanish speaker, and its the most awkward and forced thing ever

[mothlegs]

i looove probably having bpd and at the very least separation anxiety

i looove having nightmares about having breakdowns and physical violence just to wake up crying, unable to fall back asleep and when i finally manage sleep i still wake up after about an hour, knowing i'll be stuck in that sleepless loop till i give up, all just because they're unexpectedly gone

i looove having motivation to do things to improve my future when i'm with them, and being suicidal as soon as they're unexpectedly gone

why is it too much to ask just to be told when they'll be gone? why do i get punished for having feelings? why am i never good enough for them?