#weeb-writings

[temeyes]

simon riley, ang panget mo talaga (affectionate)

[insertdisc5]

I've been very curious since ISAT has such strong characterization: what do you think makes a "well written" character? I've asked around in my circles and I've gotten different answers (serves their role in the plot well, 'you can imagine meeting a real person like this', they move the plot along in an interesting way, etc) but I was curious because ISAT is still fresh in my mind.

thank you very much... for me, if every action a character takes can be linked to a specific trait/backstory/whatever, thats a well written character. you dont need to know in the moment, but on a rewatch if you go "omg thats why they did this or said this..." you know thats the SAUCE!!!!!!!!

[hesgomorrah]

never forget that the ace attorney timeline, which fans seems to be pretty generally in agreement on, is entirely extrapolated from one date. the only time we're ever given a calendar year in the main series is that the dl-6 incident took place on december 28 2001. the first game takes place 15 years after that. every other date is either given as a day and month or in terms relative to another event, but people sat down and did the math and wrote down when every game takes place and everything that happened in between and when every character was born. i love fandom

[very-grownup]

Sports series and their lessons

SLAM DUNK: Ball is life.

HAPPY!: Ball is life and sex workers are great babysitters.

PRINCE OF TENNIS: Ball is life but a big responsibility because you might accidentally cause a mass extinction event.

KUROKO NO BASUKE: Ball is life and fistbumps are dangerously powerful.

FREE!: Water in large quantities destroys lives and the battle between a well-done coming of age story and capitalism and fanservice will give a director no choice but to seek solace in emotional devastation and violent action scenes.

HAIKYUU: Ball is life and volleyball is made up.

REAL: Ball is life and legs are optional.

ROBOTXLASERBEAM: Ball is life and it's important to teach this lesson to robots before their uprising so we have common ground.

YURI ON ICE: Getting shitfaced to meet your idols will only benefit your personal and professional life.

ALL OUT!: Ball is life and if you embrace this you can overcome your physical insecurities.

SK8 THE INFINITY: You don't have to be the best at something if you're enjoying it with someone you love and if there had been skateboarding in England in the 1880s JoJo's Bizarre Adventure would have been much shorter.

OOKIKU FURIKABUTTE/BIG WINDUP: Ball is life and your pitcher's health is paramount because if he is injured you have to take him to the outfield and shoot him like a horse with a broken leg.

TEPPU: There is no point in sports if you don't draw blood and excessive Jean Claude van Damme movies will permanently alter your sexuality.

EYESHIELD 21: Ball is life and Satan rules.

MEGALOBOX: No matter how dystopian the future, people will always want to gamble on the outcome of two men punching each other.

HIKARU NO GO: Ghosts are real.

[scurvyboy]

That latest fiddlestan comic made me go

:0c

Ur so good at writing angst holy smokes

behold, my villain origin story

it all began years ago, the day i got into pta films. all of a sudden, i got it

[mirrorshards]

I don't do a lot of personal posts here but jsyk gundam gqx has taken over my brain.

here's a doodle i haven't posted here yet but was doing numbers on twitter

[moontearpensfic]

My Harry Potter Pillow Came to Life and I Fucked It 🍆💦 | Storytime

Episode 1️⃣2️⃣7️⃣: Spank Bank in Little Hangleton

🛀🏻🧼🗣🈲💻🚗💢😚

by: @duplicitywrites 🍡 @cindle-writes 🌸 @moontearpensfic 🍙

"I don't know why I keep going along with this," Harry mutters to himself. "As I told you, you're mine, Harry-san," Tom says. He nudges Harry toward the hot bath water he drew, bubbles covering its surface. "You were a pillow. Now you're a person—my person. You're going to take great care of me."

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[swagturtlethings]

Actually they dont want to show us akitos room cause theyre afraid we would see his binder laying on his bed and get pjsk trending because of a trans character again. I know this because my dad works at sega and lets me play the games that havent been released yet

[ophelia-is-not-okay]

I am so in love with their friendship 🩵💜🤌🏻>>

[after-witch]

Thank you so much for sharing your work with us! I recently reread your works for Sesshomaru and I still find him to be such an interesting character. I always find your characterisations to be very grounded and multifaceted. Maybe for Lord Sesshomaru:

My Lord, if I may ask, what is your plan? Are we just supposed to follow you until we’re too old to walk?

Thank you, I'm glad you like them and like the characterizations!

notes: yandere, kidnapped reader, we stan a reader who is a smartass

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Oh, some part of you wishes you could capture the sound Jaken just made in a jar, so you could let it out bit by bit to entertain you on nights where the world seemed too dark and heavy.

But before he can turn around and chastise you, Ren skips in between the pair of you.

"I won't be too old to walk for a long time!" She says, grinning, oblivious--or perhaps more accurately, ignoring--your softly worded barb towards the demon lord she held in such reverence.

The only sign that Sesshoumaru has heard you is the fact that he's stopped walking.

He doesn't say anything. Not yet, and truthfully, you wonder if he'll even bother acknowledging what you said. He often ignores you, expecting you to simply fall in line like the rest. And you do... mostly.

But sometimes you can't help it. Your parents used to send you to bed without supper for your sass, and in some ways, that hasn't changed.

You wonder if he'll take away your meals for a day or two, or perhaps have Jaken get out the rope again and tie it to your wrists like a leash. Maybe he'll make you stick close to Jaken for a while, although that was more a punishment for Jaken than you.

But then Sesshoumaru turns his head just enough for you to see the profile of his face.

"If you're too old and feeble to walk," he says, calm as ever, and isn't that the most annoying thing? "Then I'll have Jaken carry you on his back."

With that, he turns back around, and begins to walk again.

"But my lord!"

Jaken's words splutter out of his mouth, his eyes wide, anxious and frenzied, even as he hurries to follow his lord and master.

You sigh, and force your feet to continue moving. Maybe one day you'll understand why he keeps you. But not today.

[neigepomme]

question to those who have selfships.. how did you get past the jdjsndbdjs awkward phase at first because i want to indulge so bad but im still battling the self imposed cringe barrier 💔💔💔💔

[strawberry-smog]

Sketches from an aggie.io session a while back

[verminvamp]

HorusS RufioH anD AraneA foR mY aU ^,..,^

AlsO somE alternatE outfitZ foR somE oF theM ^,..,^

[doevademe]

The fact that I have not one, but two "celebrity" Percico mortal AUs that I'm planning on writing haunts me.

Like, it's already a done and tried story idea, do I really need to write two?

[witchofthesouls]

Mikaela gets to be a dragon! yess she deserves it! Sam "Boy Maguffin Chosen One" Witkey discovers himself be a tanish/goldish Doge Neon.

You're right I wasn't thinking big enough. Sphinxes, Narwhals, tugboats. Propeller Sea planes, submarines, a California condor or albatros, Gryphon, a combine harvester, somebody and their family become a pack of Cybertronian wolves. Some MFer becomes a unicorn. An octopuss. There will be some conventional vehicles but what's a salt truck to a seeker, amirte?

Ratchet’s worried about what is gonna show up next. Earth only animal? Mythological Criter? Vehicle? Land, sea or air based alt mode? No one knows.

Worse Decepticons do long term deep cover too. So more than just Autobot adjacent humans are vulnerable and showing up. Worst inteoduction to Robot fight club is discovering you are now 1, a robot, and 2 part of the fight club by default. On the flip side worst way to have your cover blown is when your cover becomes a pack of mechanical wolves and you have to eject them in the middle of rush hour because frag that.

Agent asshelm can be a Ford Pinto tho. He don't deserve anything cool.

I don't know if Sam would be cyberformed, or at least not at first.

One day I'll sit down and properly tag the specific AUs, but in the verse where Mikaela became a Dragon blessed by TFP visitor Unfathomable!June who once was Megatronus Prime, I would like the explore a reverse of the dynamic where she is the one that needs to deal with the worldview shattering ventures. Among other things. Bayverse is doing the "Earth is Unicron" subplot, and I'm running away with it!

But in this case, Sam had an out. He was able to return to normalcy with additional comforts as a human that the Autobots are very attached to. Mikaela doesn't.

Now, Mikaela not only has to figure out what does it mean to be claimed by a titanic deity on Earth and Cybertron, but navigate the secrets of the Foundation and the rising tensions Elsewhere as many turned their gazes to the Autobots' presence due to a new Dragon after many ages gone. With the additional aspects that TFP!Megatronus and Bayverse!Fallen may have played different roles or something went wrong in the later verse, Mikaela may be meant to be an act of atonement from Megatronus. Unlike him, who's chained, she's able to move freely with his authority.

Mikaela can not go home anymore. Yes, she may have access to her Earth home, but normalcy is now beyond her.

A Dragon!Mikaela and a Sam that's housed the Allspark would need to figure out themselves as individuals and as a couple.

So, going back to it, there should be way more mythical and fantastical transformations, especially with the wild stuff going on across cultures. Like we can have actual merformers here and magical girl sequences.

[lazuliquetzal]

hi there! i recently got back into Daiya and i just finished re-reading AA batteries (i've read it before, like, twice), and i just wanted you to know that i spent almost all of it cracking up, i absolutely love how you write, the sense of humor is right up my alley and akira's deadpan delivery kills me. i know AAB is pretty old by now, but it's an amazing fic, thank you for writing it!

AAB AKIRA MY SON AHHH

oh gosh it HAS been a few years, huh? I miss Akira, he was so much fun to write. Thank you for your kind words!!

Here: I have this fic I'm never going to finish, but the concept of it is just SO funny that I need people to know.

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Eijun is halfway up climbing the ladder to the top bunk when somebody kicks in the door to his room. Startled, he lets go of the rungs and falls to the floor in an ungraceful tumble.

“Aki,” he groans. “Can’t you ever knock—”

“Ei!” Akira yells, halfway to insanity. “Ei, I fucked up!”

Eijun panics and shoves himself up onto his elbows. “Are you okay?” he demands.

“No!” Akira says, still yelling. He hides his face in his hands, and his shoulders are shaking.

Eijun scrambles to his feet and grabs his baseball bat. Asada, already in the bottom bunk and already in his pajamas, yelps as Eijun swings it overhead and holds it out like a sword.

“I don’t know what to do!” Akira’s voice shakes.

“What happened,” Eijun says, voice low.

(It is not a question.)

“I fucked up, Ei,” Akira cries out. “I fucked up so bad.”

“That’s okay; we all make mistakes,” Eijun says, attempting to comfort his distraught brother. “What happened? It’s probably not as bad as you think it is.”

Akira finally looks Eijun in the eye.

“I accidentally catfished Amahisa Kousei."

Two months ago.

“Why are you wearing the windbreaker?” Haruichi despairs, as he and Akira walk side-by-side through the tunnels of Meiji Jingu.“I’m sweating just looking at you.”

“It’s still spring,” Akira insists.

“It’s hot,” Haruichi counters. “Seriously, why are you wearing that?”

“Don’t ask questions you know the answer to,” Akira says, stubbornly rolling up the sleeves of his jacket. Haruichi’s right—it is entirely unnecessary.

But Akira’s been growing lately, and he wants to get as much use out of his windbreaker while the sleeves are still of a reasonable length. They don’t get new ones until the fall uniform assignments. Which means that he’ll have to go all summer with a too-small windbreaker in his closet, leaving him with his other, cheaper, jacket that is not the high-quality sporty material of the Seidou windbreakers. When the elitist craphole gives you a fancy jacket, you wear it.

He’s going to wear this thing until the seams burst. He’s going to wear this thing into the ground.

“It’s not that cool,” Haruichi says. He looks at Akira through tired, exhausted eyes. “It is literally not that cool.”

“Is that a weather joke?”

“If that’s what it takes to get you to take that thing off."

Up ahead, their teammates take a turn and start climbing the stairs. Akira and Haruichi pick up their speed so they can catch up.

“You’re fighting a losing battle, Haruichi,” Akira informs him, as he places his foot on the first step. “I am a Sawamura. We are made for the sunshine.”

“I thought you liked the rain?”

“I am a complex human being, with many internal contradictions—”

“Hey! Sawamura!”

Akira pauses on the stairs. Next to him, Haruichi also comes to a pause, and they both look around in confusion until they see Ichidaisan’s ace pitcher running in their direction.

The older player comes to a stop right in front of him, and just a step below, so that Akira is looking down at his shaved head. Amahisa—that was his name—is breathing hard, and his face is flushed. When Akira looks up, he can see the rest of Ichidaisan’s team some distance away.

“Why are you talking to me?” Akira asks, genuinely baffled.

Amahisa’s easygoing grin falters. But only for a second.

“Hi,” Amahisa says. “I just wanted to say—good game!”

Akira frowns.

“Also,” Amahisa continues, “about that last pitch—”

“Nope,” Akira says, cutting him off and turning around. “I will not be sharing information on the team. Good-bye.”

“Wait!”

Amahisa reaches out and grabs Akira’s wrist. Akira yanks his arm back and glares at the pitcher.

“Sorry,” Amahisa says, holding his hands up in surrender. “Just, uh—”

“If it’s about pitching or strategy, you’re not getting anything out of me,” Akira says, face blank.

“No baseball talk, gotcha,” Amahisa surrenders. “Just, uh.”

Akira stares.

“Wanna exchange LINE info?” Amahisa asks, and then he pairs the question with a wink.

Oh, fuck, Akira thinks, and he panics. “I—uh—I’m allergic.”

“What?”

“I'm unsubscribed,” Akira blurts out, sweating bullets.

“Uh…”

“Abstinence!”

“What he means to say is that he’s aroace,” Haruichi interrupts, elbowing Akira in the side as he does so. “So if you’re shooting your shot, then the answer is no. Sorry, Amahisa-san.”

Haruichi, I would die for you, Akira thinks, still trying to recover his equilibrium.

“Oh,” Amahisa says. There’s a split-second of disappointment on his face before it quickly gets wiped away. “Well, that’s cool! I’m okay with making friends, too!”

“Friends,” Akira repeats, trying to reboot his brain from its panic-induced shutdown.

“Yeah, y’know. Friends? I’m sure you have a ton.”

“Do you always try to befriend the losing team?” Akira asks.

Amahisa smiles. “Just the interesting ones.”

“Uh, thanks?”

They stare at each other for an awkward moment.

“Anyway, can I have your contact info?”

The next thirty seconds are a blur, and then, as quickly as Amahisa came, he vanishes back into the crowd. Akira looks at his phone, which now has Amahisa’s contact information in it. He stares at the numbers, uncomprehendingly.

“What just happened?” he asks.

“Hell if I know,” Haruichi answers, and they jog up the stairs in an attempt to catch up with the rest of their team.

“Hey, guys!” Amahisa says, when he rejoins his teammates on the bus. “I got Sawamura Eijun’s number! He’s aroace, though. Not that that’s uncool or anything! He’s an ace ace, I respect that! But I didn’t see that coming. He always seemed really flirty with his catcher, so I thought MLM solidarity but I guess—”

“Shut up,” yells his captain, and they start the bus ride back to their school.

Amahisa Kousei is a really good pitcher.

He can throw at speeds comparable to Furuya’s pitches, and his breaking balls are as sharp as Eijun’s. He’s a good pitcher, and he knows it, which is annoying from an opponent’s perspective and comforting from a catcher’s. Akira still has no clue why Amahisa sought out the catcher that spent the entire match in Seidou’s bullpen, but, well. Who knows what goes on in the minds of other people.

“It’d be weird if I asked if I could catch for him, right?” Akira asks Furuya. He has Amahisa’s contact pulled up, and he squints at their empty chat.

“I think it’d be weird,” Furuya decides, after a short pause. “He’d probably see it as a threat. You’d get too much insight into his pitching if you catch for him. That’s espionage.”

“You’re right.” Akira sighs and deletes his message draft. “I guess I’ll have to wait until he graduates.”

Furuya nods seriously.

“Am I supposed to message first?” Akira wonders aloud. “How do people make friends with people they don’t already know?”

“Don’t look at me,” Furuya says. “We should ask Eijun.”

“I can’t,” Akira yelps. “He’ll be like, ‘you don’t have to be scared, Aki! Just be yourself!’ and then he’ll sound like a shonen protagonist for a few days and we’ll all have to put up with him rambling about the power of friendship.”

“Your brother is a shonen protagonist.”

“If anyone on this team is a shonen protagonist, it’s Toujou,” Akira says. “Toujou’s cool. Eijun’s like, an obnoxious side character.”

“But he knows how to socialize with people, unlike us.”

“I guess,” Akira says. “He’s really bad at replying to texts, though. Maybe we can ask Kanemaru—“

Bzzt.

Akira nearly drops his phone, but he manages to catch it before it hits the ground. He angles the screen so that both he and Furuya can read the message.

hey

“I hate this,” Akira hisses. “What the hell does that mean?”

“Hey. A standard greeting,” Furuya says, like he’s reciting a definition for a vocabulary word. “Often used as a precursor to small talk.”

“Small talk?” Akira moans. “When do we get to the stage where we communicate entirely through memes?”

Furuya pulls out his own phone and starts back-scrolling through their messages.

“The first meme I sent you was four days after we decided to be friends,” Furuya announces.

“Four days,” Akira repeats. “Okay! Yeah, that’s doable. Now I just have to figure out how to respond—“

He gets cut off by a sudden influx of notifications.

hey

heyyyyyyyyyyy

sawamuraaaaaa

“Shit,” Akira says, and he starts typing.

Furuya cheers him on.

hello amahisa-san

oooh so formal!

haha wow I wasn’t expecting that from you

“Oh, fuck,” Akira says. “Should I have said ‘hi’ instead?”

“Send a meme?”

Hahahaha!!!!!

“He doesn’t get it,” Akira says, hiding his face in his hands.

“Maybe he’ll get it four days from now,” Furuya says, optimistic as ever.