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em-writes-stuff-sometimes · 1 year

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ñuhus prūmȳs (my heart) │ Chapter 11 PREVIEW

terms of endearment ‘verse: see my Masterlist for the correct series order!

Hey, all! I'm around 3000 words into the latest chapter - I know it's a little early for a preview, as I've still got PLENTY left to write for this one, but because it's been so long I figured I'd give you guys a little look at the first part of my draft. I'm honestly unsure when this one will be ready, so no idea re: expected post time/date. Remember, I have a progress bar on my desktop blog that I update regularly! Stay tuned, and thank you so much for the patience!

You are startled awake by the sound of crying.

Jolting up before your mind truly registers the sound, it takes you a moment to remember why it is that you have roused. You rub your eyes and yawn, peering to the side as the wailing multiplies, two thready, discordant pitches begging for someone, anyone to notice.

Daemon groans beside you.

“Fucking hells.” His voice is muffled by the pillow, timbre lacking the heat his words imply. “We were just up, weren’t we?”

You reach out to whack him for the profanity, arm striking across the span of his back. He grunts with the impact.

“I will take your daughter,” you mutter, already untangling yourself from the sheets, “but your son also begs for attention.”

“Fussy thing,” he mumbles, rolling from the bed behind you.

You smile. It is true that Aelys is the more demanding of the pair, and you are certain it is her tinny squalling that dragged you from unconsciousness in the first place. You ache with every step, your body still experiencing the shock of forcing your babes out, but it is difficult to resent the pain when your eyes alight on the pair of pale-haired miracles fussing in the cradle.

Your thought had been correct, indeed. While Rhaenar’s cries quieten at the brush of your fingers across his cheek, your daughter only sobs harder at the contact. In the weak light of early dawn, her flushed face and stubborn frown are easy to see, wrinkled features contorting in as furious an expression as an infant less than a sennight old can possibly muster. Her knees jerk against her wrappings, the only part of her that can gain any traction within the firm swaddle you have placed her in.

“Rhovus riñus,” you coo, lifting her up and carefully manoeuvring her into your arms. Loud girl, you call her, gently settling her fragile head in the crook of your elbow. Mind her neck, mind her neck,you think, a whisper repeating itself over and over again. It is overly cautious of you, perhaps, but you do not wish to inadvertently harm your babe. “Skorio syt ñāqī hīghā?” Why are you screaming at sunrise?

Her lashes flutter and she cranes toward the sound of your speech, lip quivering. Though you know she cannot see yet, you swear her gaze is trained on you, muzzy and unfocused as it must be. She kicks again at the feel of your thumb brushing over her pout, angry soft breaths puffing from tiny lungs. That raw, wrenching feeling of violent love wells up as it does each time you behold these lives you have made, bringing with it the urge to bar the entrances and dash the eyes from the skulls of all those who dare to look upon your little ones.

“Kesrio syt kepo ēdrunon iotāpteks daor,” Daemon grumbles, the warmth of his body spreading into yours as his hands fall to the cradle on either side of you, bracketing you in. Because she has no respect for her kepa’s rest. He punctuates the statement with a drowsed, aimless press of lips to your temple, sliding down to your cheekbone as he sets his chin to your shoulder and peers down at the troublemaker in your arms. “Vȳs zȳhom kiragon jaelza, hm?” She wants the world to wake when she does, hm?

You are sure this is a quality inherited from your uncle. From all accounts, you had been naught but a quiet, pleasant infant, scarcely to be heard unless in great need of the necessities for survival. It entertains you greatly to muse upon Daemon’s penchant for commotion being passed to his daughter, your daughter. Already she shows the signs of such a fate.

“She hungry?” His palm spans the circumference of her scalp and then some, a gentle ruffling of snow-fuzzed skin – your colouring, his colouring – that coaxes a vexed scrunch and whine from your girl.

“No,” you respond, passing your thumb back over her mouth. She does not attempt to suckle at them. “Just wanting her mama and papa, I think.”

There must be something soporific about the hum of mother and father conversing, for by now Aelys’s haranguing has petered off to a manageable grizzle. She is clearly unhappy with her present state, though you are glad she has chosen not to be quite so combative about it.

Rhaenar’s whimpers begin anew below you.

“Oh, kepus…” you begin, but you did not need to. Daemon readily slides around you and plucks the babe from the cradle with a deftness borne of familiarity. You do not know if it unnerves or reassures you that you yourself had helped shape this skill, once a newborn niece to the budding Rogue Prince.

“Kesīr māzīs, ñuhus trēsys,” he sighs, cupping the back of your son’s head to his shoulder with a hand propping him up under the rear. Come here, my son.

He sways slowly, and you can only watch spellbound as the motion silences the little boy entirely. Your husband’s lips curve in that gentle, aching countenance reserved for only the quietest, most unguarded moments, his nose brushing along the slope of Rhaenar’s skull.

“Jeva idañe pelrar issa,” he continues, glancing at you impishly. “Vali hēnkirī mazumbiti.” Your sister is a menace. Us men have to stick together.

“Lies. Lies and slander, my darling,” you declare to your daughter, spinning on your heel to convey her imperiously to the bed.

Your jesting march reaches a quick and abrupt halt as the cramping of your belly reminds you why it is that you are confined to your chambers for the time being. You stop, waiting for the discomfort to pass, clutching the heft of your babe to you tightly enough that she squawks with the indignity of it.

“Give her to me,” Daemon says firmly, hand rubbing soothingly at your waist. “Get back under the covers.”

“But you have–”

“I can bloody well hold two babes, you know,” he insists, levying an expression of utmost stubbornness your way. “You, however, shouldn’t even be up. You’ve scarcely begun to heal after shoving them both from your cu–”

“Language,” you hiss, passing Aelys into the care of your uncle so that you may hobble back to your safe haven. It is still warm beneath the blankets, and you gratefully press your chilled feet into the temperate spaces so as to regain some measure of sensation in your toes. “I wish you would not use foul words in front of them,” you chide half-heartedly, rearranging the pillows on either side of you with unhurried pace. If you move too fast, a fresh bout of soreness will plague you. “If the first thing they say is something horrid they have learned from you…”

“… then they’ll prove themselves adept pupils, won’t they?” Daemon finishes with a smirk, sitting on the edge of the mattress.

You stretch forth to take your daughter back, propping her on your lap and unbinding the cloth that keeps her so unhappily restrained. Her little arms lift as though in jubilation the very instant she is free, the knot of frustration between her translucent brows smoothing and her legs curling up in a manner much like the pose she had decided was most comfortable while still in your womb.

“Besides, we’ve a while until that becomes a problem,” your husband adds, though you are only partly listening, utterly engrossed in the clench and unclench of her small fists as you shift her, swaddling cloths and all, to one arm. “Not as though they’re performing dramatic orations any time soon.”

You do not get the chance to scold him yet again for the profanity, for your other arm is promptly occupied by your son. The movement startles him but briefly; he squeaks with the jolt of sudden movement and promptly curls into the heat of your skin emanating through your shift, smacking sleepy lips and wiggling his feet against your belly before dropping into slumber.

Rhaenar is a different sort of creature to his sister, you have found. Whether it be that he allows her to make complaints vociferously enough for them both or that he simply does not have any, he is a solemn thing, content enough to while away the hours slumbering or blinking new eyes up at the world, aimless, as though deep in thought. He looks a little like an old man, you think to yourself, charmed by the frowning pucker that forms on his dreaming face. The peace in his darling visage is such that you feel your own lids droop, the comforting weight of happy babes lulling you quicker than any draught or brew could.

Aelys is fire and blood and retribution, the very image of her father. But Rhaenar… he is you, calm and introspective, the cool that acts as balm to the stinging burn of tempestuousness. Nothing pleases you more than to have given new life in equal measure, to have given Daemon both a child he may love for those traits he admires in you and another in whom he may see his own reflection – in whom he may learn to love the parts of himself that he has so long despised.

Of course – being her father’s daughter – Aelys is not one to stay still and silent for too long. Rhaenar begins to stir when she whines, twisting uncoordinated limbs and kicking her heels into his.

“Go back to sleep with our boy, hm?” Daemon leans down first to brush a kiss on Rhaenar’s velvety crown, then up to your lips, his smokeleatherspice scent filling your nostrils and his calloused palm etching tender along your jaw. “I’ll take this one for a time,” he says against your mouth, drawing back to lift Aelys from you with feigned resignation. He tuts down at her with an aching sort of softness as she complains further, striking out at his proffered finger. “Perhaps her fit will abate with some fresh air.”

“Do not go far,” you mumble with eyes already closing, turning to your side to face your son, your firstborn. The babe does not even notice as you make yourself comfortable, drawing him ever closer so that you can feel the line of him against you, small head to tiny toes.

Daemon grunts an affirmative. He would not risk Rhaenar toppling from the bed or being smothered. The last thing you register before sleep claims you entirely is the sound of his low hum, fading with each step he takes toward the balcony.

“Brand new to the world, young madam, and already tormenting your brother? A little dragon, that’s what you are…”

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maximoff-pan · 1 year

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why do fools… | steve harrington (preview)

steve harrington x fem!reader | preview of part one of ??? | 3k words (so far)

summary: you never thought being Jonathan Byers’ best friend would get you into so much trouble, you also never thought it would lead you to him: Steve Harrington…

warning(s): bullying, retelling of season 1, asshole steve and his asshole friends

a/n: this has been sitting in my drafts for a number of months and I haven’t had the time to work on it, but I was wondering if this series was something anyone would want before I continue it… it’s essentially a rewrite of stranger things (hopefully all the seasons but for now starting with seasons 1 and 2) with bestfriend!jonathan and a future steve x reader…

So, if you’d like, take a little read of this snippet and see what you think! Let me know if you’d be interested in this in the future :) comments and feedback are greatly appreciated

• ж • ж •

“Mom’s convinced it was him.”

Jonathan’s elbows rest on his knees as his head drops in defeat. His ankles reach the edge of your bed creating a right angle with the remaining length of his body.

The urge to fall back and just lay there forever passes through his mind. He wants nothing more than to forget this nightmare he’s living.

“Him?” Your stomach turns. Inferring on what you think he’s trying to say seems like the easiest option, albeit risky, but you’re not quite sure you want to assume anything just yet. Maybe he’s talking about his dad, or Hopper, or God knows anyone else. Him doesn’t have to mean him.

But as he turns his head to face yours, you can tell by the look in his eyes that your original assumption would have been correct. So, you tread carefully posing, “What exactly do you mean by that?”

The expression that crosses his face is heart breaking, the moonlight casting an eery darkness across his cheek. It’s the most emotion you’ve seen from him since...well since this entire shit storm began.

“I’m sorry.” You apologize bashfully. You don’t know if he can see it, but you’re struggling with this almost as much as he is.

Jonathan exhales shakily from beside you, waving off your apology gently. If anything, he’s glad he has someone to go to at all. “Last night on the phone.” He clarifies, voice muffled from the sound of his face pressing up against his palms. He’s worried you’re going to think his mom’s crazy, or better yet, that he’s crazy for even thinking of believing her.

And maybe they both are, even if just a little. Regardless, he knows how weird this is going to sound.

“What?” Your brows furrow in confusion.

Caving in to his subconscious, Jonathan allows his body to fall, until his back hits the plush of your mattress.

“Someone called late last night,” he admits with a sigh. “Mom picked up and they just started breathing into the receiver—” He cuts himself off with another deep breath. “Then the power surged and took the whole thing out. Mom swears she heard Will breathing. But she said it was like he was somewhere else, like she could feel him in the walls or something.”

Eyes dropping suddenly, your heart lurches. “In the walls…” You repeat the words breathlessly. But your voice doesn’t go up at the end of your sentence; you’re not asking a question, merely echoing him, as if you’re trying to convince yourself that what he said is exactly what you heard.

You trail off slowly until the only thing you can hear is the blood rushing through your ears. Falling back beside him, an exasperated puff of air leaves you as your body makes contact with the mattress.

“God. I don’t even know what I’m saying anymore.” Jonathan groans, dragging out the first word like some kind of prayer, even though you and he both know he’s never believed in God a day in his life. “I sound so—” he struggles, before you provide an answer for him.

“…fucking crazy?”

And he actually laughs for the first time in over two days. Because that’s exactly how he feels. Fucking crazy.

“Pretty much.” The breathless whisper falls from his lips without so much as a second thought.

And you chuckle lightly to yourself as a blanket of silence engulfs you, leaving you momentarily to your thoughts.

It’s not an entirely difficult concept for you to wrap your brain around. The implication that there’s some inter-dimensional phenomenon at play in Hawkins is nothing new to you. If you’re being honest, hanging around Dustin Henderson as often as you have has opened your mind to some pretty out there scenarios.

The kid’s got so many bogged up, bat shit crazy ideas of what’s roaming in the shadows that almost nothing can surprise you now.

Let’s see… Aliens? Not really. The shock factor on that one died out a long time ago, what with the release of all those extraterrestrial movies that Dustin keeps dragging you to. How about, monsters that go bump in the night? Not even close. Or, god forbid, mutant children with super human powers? Now that one’s a little harder to digest, but Dustin Henderson has his own hypothesis (with albeit somewhat convincing evidence) on why all of the above exist. Because of course he does.

And most of the time, you’re just playing along with him to keep him busy, but now? Now you’re not entirely sure he’s so far off from reality.

But then again, you’ve always entertained some of Dustin’s (and hell, even Joyce’s) more adventurous theories, while others have been less than keen to, writing them off as the town’s conspiracy nuts. Let alone the likes of Murray Bauman… He’s been driving Hopper mad for a few years, but you’re starting to think that maybe there’s some truth to his wild conspiracies. A glimmer of hope to his madness, if you could even call it that.

“I know how it sounds.” Jonathan’s voice is soft, but mellow, breaking the silence delicately, (you almost laugh, as if Jonathan Byers knows how to do anything harshly). It cracks at the end, like a choked up sob. He’s not quite crying, yet it sounds like he’s on the verge, barely holding it together as it is.

It’s so hard to see him this way. But it might be harder to feel it too. Because despite having known Jonathan for what feels like forever, you’ve known Will for just as long, loved him just as long. In a strange way, he’s your little brother too, blood be damned.

Exhaling softly, you wring your hands together. It only takes you a couple of moments to collect yourself to respond, trying to banish the sadness from your tone. With everything that’s in you, you don’t want him to hear your pain, even though you’re sure he knows it’s there.

And it really shouldn’t surprise Jonathan, but he can’t help himself, because when you do finally speak, you’re more than composed. Not at all like he’s just dropped some whack job theory on you, that he’s not even sure he believes himself.

“I believe you.” You say with so much surety that Jonathan almost doesn’t know what to do. Your blind faith is both reassuring, and paradoxically, a tad unsettling. But before he can say anything, you’ve beat him to it.

“The more important question is, do you think it was Will?” The cadence of your voice rises and falls calmly.

Head turning to the right, he locks his gaze with yours, soft brown orbs meeting your (e/c) ones. He blinks a couple times, trying to ground himself. And when he finally does, he sighs.

“I don’t know.”

• ж • ж •

Jonathan Byers is an interesting character to say the least. An enigma, wrapped up in a riddle, draped in an-impossible-to-solve-puzzle. And yet, you understand him better than just about anyone else.

What that says about you, you’re not entirely sure, nor do you really care.

He’s your best friend, your confidant, and pretty much your everything melded into one; as well as being the most constant person in your life for the better part of the past decade. You’ve known him since you were six, when you both were all bright eyed and bushy tailed, ready to tackle everything the first grade had to throw at you. And it sure had a lot to throw at you.

Your understanding on the workings of the Hawkins inner-social-circle got off to a slow start. Begrudgingly, you didn’t fit in. Not that you thought you had much of a chance to begin with. As a kid from the other side of town, you were doomed from the moment you stepped foot in Hawkins Elementary, destined to always be an outsider. Though, you weren’t the only one.

It wasn’t hard to see that you didn’t make friends easily, but that was okay, because neither did Jonathan. So when you saw him sitting all alone while the other kids played together, with more confidence than he thought anyone capable of having, you strolled up to him, arm outstretched and announced that you and he were going to be very good friends.

And he’s never doubted you since.

“You took these?” Joyce’s voice snaps you back to reality.

Jonathan nods silently, glancing at his mom for a moment before quickly turning his attention back to the photos in front of him.

“These are great.” She muses melodically, picking one up with a sad smile. Seeing Will’s sweet grin causes her heart to yearn. He should be here.

“They really are Jon.” You echo, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder.

He doesn’t say anything in response, but you can see how much he’s hurting.

“I know I haven’t really been there for you,” Joyce’s voice is filled with guilt. Emotionally, she’s reaching for her son, trying to get him to engage with her. “I’ve been working so hard, and I just feel so bad.” She pauses for a moment. “I barely know what’s going on with you.”

A choked back sob is all you hear.

“It’s okay.” You urge with a coo. Jonathan has never been good at expressing his feelings, especially when they’re negative.

“What is it?” Joyce questions.

Jonathan shakes his head. He refuses to be a burden. “No.” His breathing is shallow, laced with regret. It’s that self sacrificing tone that you have to fight him on all the time.

“You can tell us baby,” she wraps her arms around his shoulders. “Please, honey, it’s okay.”

And finally, he breaks, gaze meeting yours as his eyes fill with tears.

“I should have been there for him.” You’ve never seen him look so broken. “If I had just been home, then he--”

Joyce murmurs, “Oh Jonathan.”

You feel your own eyes begin to water. “You can’t do that to yourself.” You reach over to place your hand in his. “It’s not your fault.”

A flicker of belief crosses his features, the corners of his lips lifting ever so slightly.

“He’s close.” Joyce says reassuringly. “I can feel it in my heart. You just have to trust me on this, okay?”

The two of you nod together, solemnly. You don’t know why, and you certainly don’t know how, but for some reason that is far beyond you, you not only believe her, but you share her feeling. You can feel Will.

“Oh.” Joyce’s soft laughter rings through. “How about this one?” She’s holding that picture of Will again, his smile brighter than the sun.

“It’s perfect.” You muse.

“Yeah.” Jonathan agrees. “It is.”

• ж • ж •

The next day feels like a bit of a blur, the hours melding together like they never even happened in the first place. It’s been an absolute shit show to say the least, the kids at school not making it any easier for Jonathan to simply exist. Where he once roamed in the shadows of Hawkins High as a bit of an unknown, now, a shiny red target has been painted on his back.

You almost lost it when a group of Juniors chanted ‘freak’ at him in the halls on your way to AP Bio. Among them was Tommy Hagan, who in your humble opinion, is the biggest obligatory psychotic jackass to walk this godforsaken earth. Every school has one, you guess.

If Jonathan hadn’t have held you back from physically attacking them, you would have surely found yourself in a lot more trouble. That didn’t stop you from sending a few verbal expletives their way, after Jonathan had left for his class.

It’s not like you expected it to get any better; Will’s still missing, and your heart aches for him and his family.

You’re just, enormously frustrated, you suppose. Because while you’re more than aware that the vast majority of this town is made up of severe assholes, you thought maybe this time would be different.

Maybe, given the circumstances, people at school (and elsewhere really), would treat Jonathan better. Honestly, you blame yourself for having any faith in them at all.

Stapling another poster to the bulletin board in front of you, you grumble to yourself lightly. You can hear the laughs echoing through the hallway, the whispers that just won’t seem to stop. You’re not sure how Jonathan is doing it. He’s a better person than you, you suppose.

“Oh god.” You hear from behind you. Turning around, you glance in the direction the voice came from. Carol.

“That’s depressing.” Steve Harrington muses. You’ve never been a big fan of his. Quite frankly, you’re just lucky Jonathan is out of earshot, because that’s the only thing that’s keeping you from jumping them right about now.

At least Nancy looks sympathetic, her eyes soft as she asks, “Should we say something?” And it’s genuine, not at all mocking.

“I don’t think he speaks.” Carol laughs. She nudges Tommy, eliciting a laugh from him as well. One word from his mouth and it’s over.

A moment passes, two, three, then: “How much you want to bet he killed him?”

And honestly, that’s all it takes for your blood to boil over, watching as Nancy calmly makes her way towards Jonathan as he tapes another poster up. You appreciate her gesture; she’s checking up on him, making sure he doesn’t hear the vile things they have to say about him.

You on the other hand? You’re far from calm. Livid would probably be the better word.

But before you step any closer to the trio of obnoxious teens, you glance back to make sure Jonathan is occupied. And when you’re sure that he is, watching as he shares a moment of kindness with Nancy, you make your way over, red hot, and absolutely fuming.

“What a freak.” Tommy spits, eyes pouring with disgust.

“You wanna say that again?” Your arms are crossed across your chest, stance wide. It takes you barely a second to reach them.

“Oh look.” Carol sneers. “Trailer trash incoming.”

Hilarious, you think to yourself. It’s not like you haven’t heard that one before. Does she ever have an original thought?

You almost wish you had said that out loud.

Truly, it’s not the comment that gets to you, not really. It’s the reaction it gets from the people around her. Tommy’s laugh is unmissable. He takes a sip from the styrofoam coffee cup that rests in his hand; he’s enjoying this.

“You think this is funny huh?” Your eyes burn straight through his.

“Enormously.” You really should have expected that response, but it still grates at your patience.

“Well,” you leer. “If everything is this much of a joke to you, you wouldn’t mind if I just--” you grab the white cup right from his hand, unleashing the (what you’re hoping is scalding hot) liquid onto his navy sweater.

Tommy lets out a yelp of surprise. “You psychotic bitch!”

“I thought you liked a good joke,” you muse sarcastically. “Funny, huh freckles.” You say, handing the cup back to him.

“You’re going to pay for this, you whore!”

Ah yes, Tommy’s always had this way with words. A true poet laureate.

“Oh, I’m sure I am.” Your laugh couldn’t be any more mocking. “You better remember that the next time you even think of breathing his air.”

Tommy’s eyes follow your gaze to where Nancy and Jonathan are still standing, except now, they’re both staring at you. You should have expected your outburst to bring some attention, you just hoped it wouldn’t have been Jonathan’s.

But seeing as he’s so obviously seen and heard you by now, you may as well throw caution to the wind. What’s that cliche say? Go big or go home?

“Hey Harrington?” You chant to the boy who up until now had been entirely silent. “Because I’m sure your sidekick,” you gesture to Tommy with as much poison as you can muster, “won’t listen to my warning, I suggest you put it through his thick skull, that if he, or any of your douche lord friends try anything like that again, I’ll fucking end you.”

He doesn’t say anything, brown eyes simply pouring into yours. He never perpetuates the hate and vitriol that students like Jonathan experience, no. But he also never does a goddamn thing to stop it. That’s almost worse, you think.

He’s a bystander to the pain his friends cause, with the power to end it all. And yet, despite it all, his eyes tell you another story. You feel like maybe he understands. You feel like he’s actually listened. Even though he is a coward.

Regardless, it’s safe to say that if King Steve (or the rest of the student body of Hawkins High) didn’t know you before, they sure as hell do now….

So much for going under the radar.

• ж • ж •

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington imagines #stranger thing imagine #stranger things x you #stranger things x reader #jonathan byers x reader

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entropy-game-dev · 27 days

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Random robot animation tips

(specifically for looping animations)

The following tips have been gained The Hard Way™️ over the course of several weeks. They won't really teach someone how to animate, though practice absolutely will! Also, I am not an artist, have never trained to draw, nor do I do any drawing outside of pixel art, so take these with a grain of salt.

Before animating

Have a concrete vision for your animation - REALLY visualise it in your head before you even start animating

Draft a nice neutral pose and then completely get the core design exactly how you want it

Simpler parts with less details (specifically on the scale of single pixels) may look worse when static but will look a lot better animated

General

Animate one part at a time - start with the "core" part of the animation and build around it

Sometimes this will be the part with the longest loop, other times it will be the most complex part of the animation, and sometimes it may even be the part of the robot to which everything else is anchored

Sliding entire layers around is noticeably cheap without some window-dressing - this can be easily hidden either by retouching the outline to alter the object's shape or by animating the surrounding parts

Sometimes you have to bite the bullet and completely redraw parts across multiple frames. The effort is well worth it, though!

Loose parts should lag behind the main motion by a frame or two, where possible. Sometimes if something is bobbing up and down rapidly, this isn't feasible, so have it lag at the start and ends of the animation instead.

Layers

It's OK to draft your initial design in a single layer, but the sooner you split it up into different layers, the less headaches you will have later down the line

Make a new layer whenever something needs to move independently from something else. Legs and arms are obvious but if a sensor lens inside a socket is going to rotate, keep the lens on a separate layer

Have a blank layer for "fx" - particles, swooshes, anything transient

Frames

Ensure your frame count is an even number. This is key for smooth loops.

If you absolutely, positively, cannot have an even number, at the very least don't use a prime number of frames!!!

Play with duplicating frames in key places to see if they make motions and pauses look more impactful. Likewise, deleting frames can make things feel snappier

Polish

Always have your little preview window open and animating at the correct animation speed and resolution, and check it often

Related to this - have a problem with how something moves? Fix it NOW before it becomes a problem later. It's like building a house on a shaky foundation, as each frame of the animation is predicated on the previous!

Run the animation at high speeds every once in a while - your eyes will be good at catching weirdness or inconsistencies across frames by detecting flickers

When pixels jitter back and forth over multiple frames, or a reversal in motion is too sharp, I find this generally looks bad and should be corrected

Get someone or multiple someones to have a look over your animations throughout the process. Having friends who can actually draw are invaluable beyond words

I'm sure some of these tips are applicable to animation in general too! Hope you found them helpful (or at least, interesting)!

#gamedev #videogame #devblog #pixel art #robot #indiedev #drawing

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gaycrouton · 1 year

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When is the “Real” Anniversary of Mulder and Scully’s Partnership?

In The X-Files, March 6th marks the anniversary of when Dana Scully became partners with Fox Mulder.

While you can anticipate many commemorative tweets, you might notice a discrepancy when it comes to the year. Is it the 30th or 31st anniversary?

Find out in the following exploration 🔎

[As always, because of Tumblr’s photo limit on posts, this thread looks a lot better on Twitter]

The Pilot episode of "The X-Files" aired on September 10th, 1993 on the FOX Network, but it took a long time to get there.

Chris Carter first conceptualized the idea for the show in March 1992, and he began working on the first draft in September 1992 (Lowry, 16). The FOX Network ordered a script by November 1992 (Lowry, 13). The first draft of the script was submitted in December of that year. Further revisions – from which the shooting script was compiled – were made in March of 1993.

Principal photography took place over fourteen days in March 1993 (Lovece, 47). Post-production work on the episode was finished by May 1993, with the final version of the episode being assembled only three hours before its preview screening for FOX executives (Edwards, 37). With that, "The X-Files" was slated to join the 1993-1994 FOX Network lineup.

While many television shows are flexible with timelines, "The X-Files" tends to generally reflect real-world time. So with most production occurring in 1993, what's the problem?

According to research done by avid fans at Eat the Corn, Chris Carter set the "Pilot" in March 1992 to honor when he first conceived of the idea. A small ode to the birth of "The X-Files."

While a small detail, the 1992 v. 1993 debate has plagued fans every March for decades.

While the timestamps in the "Pilot" indicate 1992, there's a plethora of in-show, direct references to support that it's canon Mulder and Scully started working together in 1993.

In honor of Mulder and Scully, let me present you with the facts so you can make an informed decision

To begin, here is a screenshot from the "Pilot" that indicates 1992. Mulder and Scully met the day before they begin investigating the case, so they were partnered together and first introduced on March 6th.

While "Deep Throat" (1x02) doesn't reference a date, a timestamp in "Squeeze" (1x03) indicates 1993. You can also see/hear references to 1993 in "The Jersey Devil" (1x05), Shadows (1x06), "Ghost in the Machine" (1x07), "Ice" (1x08), "Eve" (1x11), and "Lazarus" (1x15).

This is a trend "The X-Files" typically follows. The first half of the series is generally set in the fall while the latter half is set in the spring, mirroring the traditional television schedule (barring finale/premiere two-parters and post-production changes in episode order).

Based on "The X-Files"’s tendency to reflect the year a given episode is airing, it can be presumed the "Pilot" is included in that (barring Carter's self-referential Easter egg).

While I recognize the hypocrisy of saying "don't believe this timestamp" by providing evidence of other timestamps, I hope to demonstrate that if you believe it's 1992 solely because it was shown in canon, there is an overwhelming amount of similar evidence to prove the contrary.

Additionally, if they met in 1992, that means there is a whole year of their partnership we never see.

Many of the lines in season one were written to highlight the newness of their relationship and would sound awkward coming from partners of over a year.

In seasons one and two, there aren't many allusions to the "Pilot" or Scully being assigned to The X-Files. However, as I'll demonstrate below, there are several references made in every season for the rest of the show's run that solidify 1993 as the correct date.

Keep in mind that "The X-Files" generally uses the year of the episode's airing as the in-show date, so while many of my examples will only have a Month/Day reference, we can assume from the airing year.

Syzygy (3x13)

Written By: Chris Carter

Airing Date: January 26th, 1996

SCULLY: Look, we’ve been working together for, what, two years now? We have different opinions, but I didn’t expect you to ditch me.

Evidence: Presuming the three-year mark is March 1996, this indicates 1993

Musings of a Cigarette Smoking Man

Written By: Glen Morgan

Airing Date: November 17th, 1996

While watching CSM's history, we see the moments leading up to his appearance in the "Pilot" wherein the 1992 appears on screen once more.

Evidence: 1992 Timestamp

This moment of Musings of a Cigarette Smoking Man is the piece of evidence (often the only) that pro-1992 fans use to justify the 1992 date.

It could be said that, while writing his connections to the "Pilot", Glen Morgan rewatched the episode and used 1992 to keep continuity.

Tunguska (4x08) and Terma (4x09) - Same Dialogue

Written By: Frank Spotnitz and Chris Carter

Airing Date: November 24th and December 1st, 1996

SCULLY: I left behind a career in medicine to become an FBI agent four years ago because I believed in this country.

Evidence: 1992

Tempus Fugit (4x17)

Written By: Frank Spotnitz and Chris Carter

Airing Date: March 16th, 1997

SCULLY: Mulder... you have never remembered my birthday in the four years I've known you.

MULDER: [...] It's every four years, it's like dog years that way.

Evidence: 1993

It is valid to point out that this one could be discounted being that we know Scully's birthday is in February and they met in March -- meaning that they would've only been together for three of her birthdays.

However, her line is very explicitly "four years I've known you"

Elegy (4x22)

Written by: John Shiban

Aired: May 4th, 1997

MULDER: What is that look, Scully?

SCULLY: I would have thought that after three years you'd know exactly what that look was

MULDER: What, you don't believe in ghosts?

Evidence: ... 1994 (we can discount that one haha)

Gesthemane (4x24)

Written By: Chris Carter

Aired: May 18th, 1997

SCULLY: Four years ago, Section Chief Blevins assigned me to a project you all know as the X Files [...] I come here today, four years later...

Evidence: 1993

Redux I

Written By: Chris Carter

Aired: November 2nd, 1997

This episode has multiple

SCULLY: That would mean that for four years we've been nothing more than pawns in a game. --- MULDER'S VO: In four years, I have shared my partner's passionate search for the truth.

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BLEVINS: Agent Scully. Please have a seat. Some time has past since you were first in this office.

SCULLY: Yes, sir. Four years.

Evidence: 1993

Redux II

Written by: Chris Carter

Aired: November 9th, 1997

This episode also has multiple

SCULLY: He's been in a position to know everything from the beginning, everything that we've done over the past four years.

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MULDER: Four years ago, while working on an assignment outside the FBI mainstream, I was paired with Special Agent Dana Scully, who I believed was sent to spy on me.

Evidence: 1993

Patient X (5x13)

Written by: Chris Carter

Aired: March 2nd, 1998

Multiple references

WERBER: It's been some time.

MULDER: Almost five years.

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MULDER: I've had my head up my rear end for the last five years.

Evidence: 1993

The Red and The Black (5x14)

Written by: Chris Carter, Frank Spotnitz

Aired: March 8th, 1998

Another episode with multiple.

SCULLY: Mulder, when I met you five years ago, you told me that your sister had been abducted ... by aliens.

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SKINNER: Over the past five years I've doubted you, only to be persuaded by the power of your belief in extraterrestrial phenomena.

Evidence: 1993

Folie à Deux (5x19)

Written by: Vince Gilligan

Aired: May 10th, 1998

MULDER: Five years together, Scully. You must have seen this coming.

Evidence: 1993

The End (5x20)

Written by: Chris Carter

Aired: May 17th, 1998

Multiple references

MULDER: That’s all I do. That’s all I’ve been doing for the last five years.

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SCULLY: This would be quantifiable scientific proof of everything Agent Mulder and I have investigated over the past five years.

Evidence: 1993

Fight the Future (1998)

Written by: Chris Carter and Frank Spotnitz

Released: June 19th, 1998

MULDER: Five years together, Scully. How many times I been wrong?

Evidence: 1993

Tithonous (6x10)

Written by: Vince Gilligan

Aired: January 24th, 1999

We can see Scully’s career timeline on screen, but I, personally, cannot discern the date. Maybe it says 1992, maybe it says 1993, maybe it gives me cataracts.

Evidence: ???

Field Trip (6x21)

Written by: Frank Spotnitz

Teleplay by: Vince Gilligan and Chris Carter

Aired: May 9th, 1999

MULDER: Scully, in six years, how... how often have I been wrong?

Evidence: 1993

Hollywood A.D. (7x19)

Written by: David Duchovny

Aired: April 30th, 2000

GARRY SHANDLING AS MULDER: You know, seven long years I've been waiting for just the right moment, Scully.

Evidence: 1993

Fight Club (7x20)

Written by: Chris Carter

Aired: May 7th, 2000

MULDER: No, the interesting thing about these agents is they had worked together for seven years previously without any incident.

SCULLY: Seven years?

MULDER: Yeah, but they are not ... romantically involved if that's what you're thinking.

Evidence: 1993

A tounge-in-cheek reference to Mulder and Scully’s relationship taking a sexual turn a few episodes prior.

Je Souhaite (7x21)

Written by: Vince Gilligan

Aired: May 14th, 2000

SCULLY: You know, Mulder, in the seven years that we've been working together I have seen some amazing things, but this?

Evidence: 1993

Requiem (7x22)

Written by: Chris Carter

Aired: May 21st, 2000

Multiple direct references to the pilot

MALE VOICE: (on phone) My name is Billy Miles. I don't know if you remember me.

MULDER: Oregon, seven years ago.

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SCULLY: I watched Agent Mulder paint that there seven years ago.

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MULDER: Seven years ago you came to Agent Scully and I for help.

Evidence: 1993

Per Manum (8x13)

Written by: Frank Spotnitz and Chris Carter

Aired: February 18th, 2001

DUFFY HASKELL: I contacted you about my wife About eight years ago because she was an alien abductee.

SCULLY: That was before my time here.

This episode is one of those “back from break” episodes that takes place in Fall of the previous year, so the “present day” parts of this episode occurs in 2000 -- meaning the eight year anniversary hasn’t happened yet. It more than implies 1992 would be “before her time.”

Evidence: 1993

DeadAlive (8x15)

Written by: Chris Carter and Frank Spotnitz

Aired: April 1st, 2001

DOGGETT: What?

SCULLY: I heard the same speech come out of my mouth seven years ago.

Evidence: Would you look at that, two accidental 1994 references.

Three Words (8x16)

Written by: Chris Carter and Frank Spotnitz

Aired: April 8th, 2001

Multiple references

KERSH: From this report, you and Agent Scully have had more arrests on percentage than she and Mulder over seven years.

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MULDER: Truth is, this is a bullet that was fired about eight years ago.

Evidence: Mulder went missing in 2000, so for Kersh’s statement to be correct, they had to have worked together from 1993-2000. 1993 is further backed up by Mulder’s line.

Dæmonicus (9x03)

Written by: Frank Spotnitz

Aired: December 2nd, 2001

SCULLY: Dr. Dana Scully. I have just been assigned to the Academy as a forensic investigator. For the past eight years I was part of a unit known as the X-Files.

Evidence: 1993

Sunshine Days (9x18)

Written by: Vince Gilligan

Aired: May 12th, 2002

SCULLY: It very well could. I mean, I've... I've been working this unit for nine years now. I-I've investigated nearly 200 paranormal cases. We are due for some incontrovertible proof. I want vindication, for ... for Mulder and ... for all of us.

Evidence: 1993. This was the 200th episode of the show, meaning we’ve watched nearly every case they ever worked together.

The Truth (9x19/20)

Written by: Chris Carter

Aired: May 19th, 2022

Several references

SCULLY: My name is Dana Katherine Scully. I was assigned nine years ago to the X-Files to spy on Agent Mulder whose methods the FBI distrusted.

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MULDER: Because this is greater than you or me. This is about everything we worked for for nine years.

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KALLENBRUNNER: She gave up the miracle child? The proof of everything that she and Mulder claim that they've risked their lives for over the last nine years - she just sent it off to some strangers?

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REYES: You don't care what these people have sacrificed over the last nine years - what's been lost to their cause.

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MULDER: I'd like to congratulate you on succeeding where so many before you have failed. A bullet between the eyes would have been preferable to this charade. But I've learned to pretend over the past nine years - to pretend that my victories mattered only to realize that no one was keeping score.

Evidence: 1993

My Struggle (10x01)

Written by: Chris Carter

Aired: January 24th, 2016

MULDER: In 1993, the FBI sought to impugn my work, bringing in a scientist and medical doctor to debunk it, which only deepened my obsession for the better part of a decade, during which time that agent, Dana Scully, had her own faith tested.

Evidence: Can’t lay it out much more than that. 1993.

Babylon (10x05)

Written by: Chris Carter

Aired: February 15th, 2016

SCULLY: Nobody but the FBI's Most Unwanted. I've been waiting twenty-three years to say that.

Evidence: Direct reference to the “Pilot.” 1993.

To sum it up, there are 23 episodes (over 1/10th of the series) that reference 1993 as being the year Mulder and Scully met, 4 episodes (technically 3 since it’s a repeated line in Tunguska/Terma) that indicate 1992, 2 that imply 1994, and 1 that I can’t read.

It is worth noting that many television pilots end up looking different than the rest of the show (I mean... we don’t even get the classic X-Files theme in the Pilot, and Scully’s hair isn’t quite the red we’ve all come to know and love). Pilots are the ‘pitch’ in the hopes they’ll be approved for more, and sometimes the network exectutives say “okay, but change xyz,” resulting in actor changes, character alterations, and pivoting directions. One could say the Pilot date shouldn’t be taken at face value for this reason.

Also worth noting, 1992 isn’t treated like an accident. Like many other shows, The X-Files has made alterations to certain details they wanted to change before the DVD releases. One such example is that Gillian Anderson’s wrist tattoo was accidentally left in during a scene that aired, but you can see it has been edited out on subsequent releases because Scully doesn’t have a wrist tattoo. This proves that they want the show to be as accurate as possible when they release it. Since they haven’t changed the 1992, it serves to illustrate that it is likley a meaningful Easter Egg for Chris Carter, and not a true canoncial fact he sticks by seeing as many of the above references to 1993 were made by Chris himself.

Despite my 1993 propoganda, I know damn well we will all see a bunch of “Happy 31st Anniversary” posts here in a few days. I’ve been on those X-Files Facebook fanpages enough to know that if you post “Happy 30th Anniversary,” an angry, self-righteous bro will post a screenshot of the timestamp and say “Actually, it was 1992.” The X-Files’ popularity made it a hit with general audiences who see 1992 on screen and take it for what it is, and The X-Files’ appeal to cult fandoms inspired anal-retentive fans like myself to look deeper and find the 1993 written in the margins (over-and-over).

Above all else, I encourage everyone to celebrate it however they want, at the end of the day, I think it’s beautiful that a thirty year old show is still being celebrated by its fans and recognized as an important piece of pop culture and television history.

I will end this thread with one final quote from Scully: “The truth is out there... but so are lies.”

#the x files #pilot #mulder #scully #msr #x files #season one #gillian anderson #david duchovny #chris carter #frank spotnitz #1x01 #1992 #1993 #anniversary

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Umm that can be still about him ? SMF, alone, letter was soley about him. FACE OFF was about toxic people.. but mostly how he felt betrayed by him. LC was about him too.. isn't that the idea of FACE all about ? Story of self reflection? It was pretty obvious to all who actually listened to him and read everything related to FACE before jumping into analyzing lyrics lol. If you want to understand lyrics 1st you have to understand artist pov very well.

Now to few lyrics which may have confused anon. 1st it's not only JM involved but 6 other people for writing. Second, there are a lot of word plays done. He had 3-4 sample lyrics, like we can see in that preview, and selected BABY, COME AND FOLLOW ME because that's what suits the vibe and melody more, it goes more with the flow, maybe producer though it's more appealing while listening ? Like he didn't even had 'she' in original lyrics drafts but added she to make it even better. Imagine if LC didn't had 'she saying....' it sounds like it lacks something as a iconic starting isn't it ? Rn 'she's saying baby saenggak hajima' is considered iconic opening to a song that you only have to type 'she saying... ' for lyrics to pop up lol. That's what the talent of producer and writer is 🤌

Third, in previous trailer he was in dilemma on which word he should use in FACE OFF... on whether he should use 'ordinary story' or something else. So yeah lot of replacements and corrections were done while reaching the final lyrics.. if you have written story, poem, essays or any type of literature you will know. It's not just about saying your story 100% as it is.. then it will be autobiography lol. This is art.. which is flexible and should please the listener/ viewer also. Just like how they add cinematic moments to 'based on a real story' movies.

So no matter who try to make his album about someome else, breakup or whatever idc because he clearly said what it is 🤷‍♀️ now it's upto others interpretation, ik there will be dummy y/n tweets to get likes 🤷‍♀️

Hi anon,

By "him" you mean Jimin, right?

If so...

Yes, it all comes down to people that consume music just for fun and people who will go deep into it to try to understand what the writer is trying to say. Not everyone will look into song meanings, especially since Jimin has always been vague about FACE and more about Like Crazy.

I agree with all the points you make.

I wish I had written my thoughts on FACE but...

Like Crazy is Jimin singing to Jimin. "She" is Jimin, and "baby" is Jimin.

Thats the entire point of the song and mv..and the choreo. It's the struggle between himself, experimenting that loneliness and wanting to stay in it.

There really isn't room for anyone else in that struggle.

Like Crazy is more complex than people think. You really need to have all the information for it, otherwise, it seems like a basic love/break up song or whatever say it is.

Thanks for sharing.

Edit to add: wait...I just read your ask again. Letter is about Jk.

#i will write my thoughts on like crazy soon #7 months later 😭

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rebelrayne · 2 years

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How To Embed Audio From Spotify Into AO3

Go to Spotify.com and search the song you'd like to add (this will also work on Spotify's downloaded program if you prefer). To the right of the song, click the three dots and hover over "Share" and click "Embed Track". This will also work for playlists, click the three dots and follow the same directions.

2. Change the settings as you please. I prefer to use "Compact" as it is more sleek and slender but you can choose the color and size you would like the embedded track to have. Once you're done, you can simply click "Copy". You can choose to show the code if you'd like, but it isn't necessary.

3. On AO3, past the code directly into the body of the chapter. Make sure you do not move into rich text (if you use this to edit or paste your chapter in). Click "Preview" to save the code. You cannot add this code to the beginning or end notes, it will not work. This code only works in the body of the chapter text.

4. Once you are in "Preview", your track will look like this. This will just validate you did the correct steps as it will show as the actual playable track. It will only be a preview of the track if you did it the same way I did. Click "Save As Draft" to go back.

5. Go ahead and finish your chapter up! You can now enter "Rich Text" and the track will save as it is.

#fanfics #ao3 tricks #for my mutual writers #litg mutuals #i hope this helps you guys out!#happy writing and happy listening!#navigation

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dreaminginthedeepsouth · 1 year

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Mike Luckovich :: Con Man

* * * *

The Final Report: “The central cause of Jan 6. was one man.” ::: December 23, 2022

Robert B. Hubbell

Late Thursday evening, the House Select Committee released its Final Report on its investigation of Trump’s attempted coup and insurrection. The Final Report is here: Final Report: Select Committee to Investigate the January 6th Attack on the United States Capitol. It would be impossible to summarize the 845-page Report in today’s newsletter. But the table of contents provides a roadmap to the Committee’s findings. Below are the major headings in the Report:

1. The Big Lie.

2. “I just want to find 11,780 votes.”

3. Fake Electors and the “President of the Senate” Strategy.

4. “Just call it corrupt and leave the rest to me.”

5. “A coup in search of a legal theory.”

6. “Be there. Will be wild!”

7. 187 minutes of dereliction.

8. Analysis of the attack.

The Report sets out its thesis in the Executive Summary (page 8): “The central cause of Jan. 6 was one man, former President Donald Trump.”

Among the remedial actions recommended by the Committee, one stands above all others: To create a formal mechanism for Congress to consider whether Trump should be barred from holding state or federal office under the provisions of Section 3 of the 14th Amendment.

The table of contents suggests that the Report is drafted in a literary style grounded in the evidence. It will stand as the judgment of history on Trump’s effort to prevent the peaceful transfer of power. It is a prodigious effort that will serve as a resource for prosecutors and historians alike. There will be much more to discuss in the coming weeks.

Before the Committee released its Final Report, it released the interviews of Cassidy Hutchinson. The transcript is here: Cassidy J. Hutchinson (Redacted) . Her testimony provides a sordid and sobering view into the pervasive corruption of the Trump administration, his lawyers, and the GOP dark-money infrastructure that sought to “protect the president” at all costs.

Acting like mobsters protecting their “don,” Trump’s advisers attempted to intimidate, cajole, deceive, bribe, threaten, and use Cassidy Hutchison to conceal the truth about Trump’s criminal effort to overturn the results of the election. It is worth reviewing her story because it previews much of what is to come as special counsel Jack Smith assaults the wall of silence that has protected Trump for too long.

The remarkable story of Cassidy Hutchinson’s ultimate refusal to commit perjury to “protect her boss” is a testament to Hutchinson’s strength of character and moral courage. Hutchinson did not have the resources to pay for a lawyer to represent her in testimony before the Committee, so she begged her estranged father for a loan so she could hire her own lawyer. She explained to her mother why she did not want to be represented by a “Trump-world” lawyer:

I’m f*****d. I was like, No, I am completely indebted to these people. . . . And they will ruin my life, Mom, if I do anything that they don’t want me to do.

Per Hutchinson, her Trump-world attorney, Stefan Passantino, would not tell her who was paying for her defense. But he made clear that her job was to protect Trump. She testified that Passantino told her,

We just want to focus on protecting the President. We all know you’re loyal.

Hutchinson broke with her Passantino after he counseled her not to correct untruthful testimony in her second examination by the Committee. Hutchinson testified about the moment Passantino told her to lie by saying “I don’t recall” when she did recall the facts elicited by the Committee’s questioning:

I looked at Stefan, and I said, “Stefan, I am f*****d.”

And he was like, “Don’t freak out. You’re fine.”

I said. “No, Stefan, I’m f****d. I just lied.”

And he said, “You didn’t lie.

I said, “No, Stefan. Do you know how many times they just asked me that

question? I just lied.”

And he said, “They don’t know what you know, Cassidy. They don’t know that you can recall some of these things. So you saying ‘I don’t recall’ is an entirely acceptable response to this.”

If Trump’s corrupt lawyers suborned perjury with Cassidy Hutchison, it is reasonable to infer they provided the same advice to other witnesses. Stefan Passantino will likely be disbarred and prosecuted. If he hopes to avoid a lengthy prison term, he should begin cooperating with special counsel Jack Smith ASAP.

And so it begins. All it takes is one witness who tells the truth. That allows prosecutors to flip other witnesses up the chain. The walls surrounding the Mafia don are beginning to crumble and he is losing his ability to punish those who betray him. Because of one courageous 26-year-old staffer, the most corrupt president in history may finally be held to account for his crimes and be sentenced to prison.

[Robert B. Hubbell Newsletter]

#Mike Luckovich #Con Man #political cartoons #Robert B. Hubbel Newsletter #Robert B. Hubbell

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Devlog 3: Call me Baygon because i'm antibug

big news everyone.. angel care is almost complete! i’m back with another devlog & for this month, i focused on bug fixing, interaction assets along with more cg drafts. in celebration of almost being done, i'll share this placeholder i never used:

he was supposed to be in the talk section stuff, but considering i ended up not doing assets for it, he was just there. we'll never see him again, so say bye bye for now. here's to hoping we get more placeholders out of the way

Bug fixing (1 & 2)

I'm proud to say that... for this month, i've finished running through my 1st round of bug fixing along with cracking down on the 2nd stage of it. i thought it would take longer, but it only took me around 2 weeks to get them down. with that out of the way, i've focused on making the game look nicer aesthetically such as .. specific character interaction sprites & cgs

for the sake of my sanity, i bug tested with the bgm off, so i still have to import some music into scenes that i feel need them. cg work has been going smoothly . even if i decided that i'll change the style of them last minute. it worked out in the end, though, because i feel like the current style of the cgs fit the game more rather than my usual rendering style.

i still have to make some changes to the game because im self conscious, but i'm happy that i'm on this stage regarding AC . it's my child.

because i'm on my 2nd round regarding this aspect (and will probably repeat this loop in the near future because of course i will), it'll take longer to polish AC off.

as of writing this, i've taken care of the extra bugs that popped up in the early game and if i'm correct, i just have to code in the interaction sprites in the scenes that need them for the rest of the game, since the variables that were used in that portion got switched for mid-late game. i also have to code in some sound design aspects in the game, but that's all for this portion.

5/31/23 update: i'm now done with bugfixing in the mid-game area! i barely touched the late game portion, save for double checking if the variables lined up, so, yay! it got done pretty quickly.

New CG style

unfortunately, the preview i showed in my last devlog for one of the cg was scrapped in favor of a less time-consuming cg style. it's similar how i did the talk sprites & this month, i was coding them in the game even if they aren't technically "finished." it's fine, though, because i know it'll save me time in the future for doing that once i polish them. speaking of, here's the first cg you see in the game:

im pretty proud of it. definitely captured what i had in mind for the intro. overlay layers are amazing. right now, the pictures folder in the game have around 130+ files. very mildly interesting

i've been focusing on that aspect for the last two weeks of this month since round 1 of bug fixing got done relatively early. it's a bit tiring on the hands, but each of them take around 40 minutes of my time. the amount of cgs for this game isn't as crazy (over 20, i believe), but still.. doing a lot of them takes a toll on you.

(picture unrelated)

What now?

this month's devlog is pretty subpar because it's literally just "i'm killing off bugs", but sometimes, gamedevving is just like that. as i'm writing this, i've taken a bit of a backseat in terms of this game to take care of myself, but i'm hoping i could release it in the future.

i don't think i'll ever achieve the perfect state i could be satisfied with regarding this game, but that's my goal for now. . also i think that's the first instance i've been self-aware on my keenness to these things but maybe it's because i'm working in a new medium, so i'm a bit slow. perfectionism is a lot to work with.

next month, it's more CG making for me and after that... publishing. if i'm lucky i can get it done during june, but realistically, maybe i'll finish the CGs by july/

#angel care #gamedev #devlog #rpgmaker

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1, 25, & 35 for the ask meme ^^

From Fic Writer Asks

1. Describe your comfort zone—a typical you-fic.

Post-canon slice-of-life where the characters navigate young adult life.

25. What do you look for in a beta?

Someone friend-shaped. Rapport. Someone who enjoys reading the same kind of stories I enjoy writing.

I don't really have regular betas, haven't in years, at least not for SPAG. I'm fairly decent at SPAG on my own, since I do multiple passes for line edits. I take corrections and suggestions, of course, but beta'ing is a long and involved process for the person doing it and it doesn't feel fair to ask another person to spend their limited time combing and scrutinizing my prose.

What is invaluable is my friends' reactions when I send them previews/drafts. That tells me if a scene hit the tone and conveyed the characters' emotions that I was aiming for. Otherwise, I rather agonize over the craft of writing like structure and word choice on my own. ^^;;;

35. Would you ever kill off a canon character?

Previously answered here.

#replies #anonymous #ask memes #my fanfiction #thanks for playing <3

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dgknightblue · 2 years

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I have a problem that I contacted AO3 support for.

I actually finished the prologue of “Hope and Family”- the ROTTMNT crossover, but it didn’t publish correctly??? It still says draft and it’s been hours!

When I look at it, it looks published and not in preview or draft form- but it isn’t anywhere else.

It’s still in drafts after I published it.

So I’m going to wait for an answer.

I mean- it took months for my bookmarks to fix itself, when I deleted some of my bookmarks, and the correct numbers to show up.

#AO3 #archive of our own #ROTTMNT #TMNT #crossover #au #fanfiction

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gottagobuycheese · 1 year

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WIP Game

Tagged into the accountability relay race by @theaggresivepacifist — thanks a mil! Also please know that I am making the biggest bug eyes at your previews

Rules: In a new post, show the last line snippet(s) you wrote and tag as many people as there are words as you want geez I’d never be able to tag that many people

Well, I haven’t written anything consistent in a while, and the most recent thing is still secret unfortunately, BUT I do have a couple things to share that will hopefully at some point make it out into the world beyond my drafts:

Snippet #1 a.k.a. You Want To Watch Nobody Knows, You Want To Watch Nobody Knows Soooooo Bad

Each knock on the door made her heart spasm against her sternum, faster and faster until the nauseating tide of dread in her chest threatened to choke her.

There was an officer outside her door. She was sure of it. Things had been too good for her lately, so it was only a matter of time before the universe had to course-correct. So-yeon only ever brought misfortune upon the people she loved, after all.

She stumbled toward the door in a daze.

This was it. This was the end. This officer was going to tell her — they were going to tell her —

She opened the door.

Snippet #2 a.k.a. The Jung Sibling Cinematic Universe ft. Han Sooyoung’s Confessional Booth

��Sorry,” she says, after nothing happens for another minute, “where did I leave off?”

“You were walking from Chungmuro and chatting about things.” There’s an odd catch in Sooyoung’s voice when she mentions the station, but Heewon doesn’t dwell on it. She’s too busy staring at the boy in the bed, who would be staring right back at her if only he would open his eyes.

“Siblings,” she says quietly, staring at Kim Dokja’s sleeping face. “We were talking about siblings.”

Snippet #3 a.k.a. YOU WANT TO READ ORV, YOU WANT TO READ ORV SOOOOOO BAD

In the back of his mind, a conversation he’d had with her years ago plays in a loop, about rereading and finding something new. That the story you read the first time isn’t the only story there is. He looks at his mother now, at her hand holding his arm, feels the uneven tremble of her fingers as they try to decide between holding on and letting go, and notices, for the first time, that the thought at the front of his mind isn’t all the ways she had hurt him.

It dawns on him slowly, then all at once.

Maybe that’s what this feeling is. He wonders if it’s been there since before he’d woken up.

“Eomma,” he says, the rusty syllables clunky on his tongue, “why don’t you come back inside?”

It’s been so long since I’ve gotten to look at my dashboard or even be online consistently on any platform, so I don’t know who is still actively writing right now, THEREFORE I apologise and please feel free to just consider this a friendly no-pressure hello. Of course, if you are working on something you are allowed to share, I would love to see it! @imperiousphasmid, @fremulon, @darkpurpledawn, @diminished-fish, @internetkatze, @directorofthefalselastact, @demonlikejudgeoffire

And if I didn’t tag you but you want to join in on the sharing please do! Tag me so I can see it! Wait for no one! 2023 is the year of grabbing your desires by the horns and making them happen without waiting for permission!!

#unless that desire is wanting to sleep through an entire week of work maybe do not do that #as far as our pact: please consider this as an advance receipt for the promise of completing reviewing at least Some Questions this weekend #by the time Monday rolls around I will have earned this post's right to exist #anyways this is just a front for my greed at wanting to read everyone's things #I DON'T CARE IF I DON'T KNOW THE FANDOM I WANT TO SEEEEEE #and no I do not know if or when any of these will be finished lol #sure would be nice! sure would love to finish something some day #tag thingy #tag game #aww look I thought I could write #asa you have my permission to read this because it contains virtually no significant information about either of these media #BUT WE WILL COMPLETE THEM SOME DAY #also hiiii cherry and claudine and jess and quandt long time no talk!! I hope you are well :D #sona and opal I know I barely know you guys but I love reading your orv thoughts so if you have any unclassified things to share #please feel free to do so #also feel free to not do so sdhfkskfss I meant it when I said this was a no-pressure thing #ANYWAYS that ended up taking my entire morning off and I still have to pack a bag and take a shower and do some notes #oh and also eat #whoops #man why can't I have the whole day off :(#it's such a nice day outside perfect for spending at home

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sweeterthanmydreams · 1 month

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I'm going to start working with Aisling for this (until other Asks come in); if you want to influence which outfits I start with, send me one of the numbers (from the other post) & her name.

Facial features are once more my biggest struggle, so if any of you artists want to mark up this preview with corrections/suggestions that's extremely valid/helpful. It feels like her eyes should be lower (to look more youthful/14) but I tried a lower placement earlier and it didn't work too well. I think I'm going to have to double the size of the base (at least) when working on the final draft.

Once more asking for good luck wishes. u-u

#Taffy rambles #taffy art #taffy oc #original character #oc #art help #not sure if that last one is the tag I'd want for that?

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thelittlestancient · 1 year

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The State of the Slush Pile: Spring 2023

This is my general writing update post, including some discussions and previews of things I’m working on!

Completed: FFXIV Big Bang

This event was a marathon but it was also a blast. My fic, Nightfall, is ~15k long and is a 5.x AU where Fandaniel sets his plans into motion more rapidly, driving Elidibus and the Scions together. You can see the finished work and its accompanying art here: https://twitter.com/mmeira_m/status/1654631035521335297

A sequel and a side story exploring events only referred to in that fic are forthcoming. The sequel has about 5k written and will probably be in the 25k range (or possibly a bit more).

With that I think I’m going to take a break from formal events for a while, but I’ve still got other things in the pipeline. This gets long, so check under the readmore for the rest!

Upcoming Events: The Bingo Cards

I have three Bingo cards to work on, from @anyfandomgoesbingo, @anyfandomaubingo, and the Tarot Bingo. The two Any cards are 5x5s, the Tarot is a 3x3. I’m planning to fill them all with Ancient shenanigans, and the with the latter I’d like to explore how the Ancients used magic. Look for those fills as multiple short works through spring, summer, and fall.

Upcoming Releases: The Porn

For the past few months, I’ve been chipping away at a series of one-shots involving Lahabrea, Elidibus, and kink exploration. I’m wrapping up the first fic in the series to post by the end of May, and plan to put out 1-2 a month thereafter. The posting order will skip around some in the timeline, but the series order on AO3 should reflect the ‘correct’ sequence of events.

Upcoming Releases: The Personal WoLs

I’ve been slacking, here. I have 2ish more chapters of the Sosomeni fic to post. I have one-quarter of a fic about my male au ra in drafts. I’d like to turn Nonora’s backstory + life as WoL into a sequence of one-shots, pending 6.4 lore reveals. That said, all of these are back-burnered, because my brain has been taken over by a larger project.

The Big One: The Out of Time Sequence

When I first set fingers to keyboard for what would become the synopsis (and, as I’m a snowflake method writer, the first draft) of Out of Time, I envisioned a two-part fic that would be my answer to Endwalker’s time loop shenanigans a la Martin Luther’s 99 Theses. Part one went smoothly. Sections of part two, I realized, hinged on a relationship which deserved far more exploration time than I would be able to give it in the course of that fic, with most of the development happening before the start of part one, and so part zero came to be. After watching the 6.4 trailer, I’m fairly certain they’re going to wrap things up in Pandaemonium in a way I’m going to want to explore more, so I’m considering a part three to be almost inevitable.

The basic premise of OoT part one is that Fandaniel drags pre-Sundering Themis forward in time, thinking that without him, the Convocation will be unable to enact their plans regarding Zodiark. Regrettably, time doesn’t work the way he thinks it does, and also Themis is Themis. The fic covers the 6.0 MSQ material. Part zero expands on the story of Themis’ life and involvement in Pandaemonium before he was pulled forward in time; part two expands on the time he’s missing and the fallout of Fandaniel’s actions on the pre-Sundering Ancient world; part three deals with Meteor’s time in Pandaemonium, which happens after the events of parts one and two.

Time is a complicated mess throughout the whole piece, with ‘before’ and ‘after’ being relevant only in the context of individual characters’ experiences; not having that as a universal reference has turned structuring the story into an interesting challenge.

Part zero is in progress as draft and livewrite in Discord. Part one is drafted, with writing to follow part zero. Part two has begun drafting. Part three remains a probable rather than a definite. The intent is to get the prologue of part zero out before Savage releases, and then put out 1-2 chapters a month.

But Aren’t You Raiding?

Yes. I’ll be progging the tier on 3, possibly 4 characters--one group has not yet decided whether they’ll be tackling the tier or UCoB first. My lineup is MCH/SAM flex, RPR, WHM, SGE. You should expect to see a lot of commentary about the raid lore here, given my penchant for canonizing Savage-only phases--especially if my theories about the boss we were shown in the Live Letter hold true. You should also expect to see some salt about how they handle said lore, given that I think some of these things should have been dealt with in MSQ rather than being relegated to side stories.

If you see fic about it, you’ll know I’m really mad 😃

#unfinished concepts: blathering

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