#wooo it feels GOOD

[hunteer23]

i don't know wtf kie's earrings are this season, but to me they're lil sharktooths like jj's necklace and that's all that matters 🤙🏽

[cozylittleartblog]

i now understand how certain people felt when harpy eda was revealed 😳

prints here

[imminent-danger-came]

Nothing, trouble, but together.

[purrvaire]

good omens season 2 + text posts I have on my phone (1/?)

[thefrogdalorian]

So I checked AO3 this morning after a couple of days and was greeted by this sight:

I got very excited, this is a huge number! Right now I have one ongoing longfic and a oneshot I posted a couple of days ago that I was very proud of, so I thought some more readers had found them.

Well, I was pretty dismayed to discover that SEVEN of these comments were from someone who proceeded to go through my 182k word longfic and told me all the things they didn't like about it and personally disagreed with.

They started off as maybe a little bit judgmental, but nothing too personal, before culminating in this lovely little comment:

(blocked out potentially triggering content that was properly tagged on AO3)

It seemed to me as though they were disappointed that my fic wasn't what they wanted to read. Which is fine, but that's not the author's problem. It's on you as a reader to curate your own internet experience.

It is so unbelievably rude to go into the comment section of a fic and write something like this. Guess what: I had a beta at the time! I do not need one now. I also don't want to know what you don't like about the fic, nor do I want to be compared to other writers. Fanfic is a hobby, I do this because I love it and I post it online FOR FREE. I do not want unsolicited criticism in any of my comment sections.

Anyway, I wrote this particular 182,000 word fic in 2 months and I'd like to see them try to do the same, perhaps then they could judge others. Do I think I could do a better job now? Yes. Am I still proud of it though? Hell yes! It's my baby and got me back into writing, it proved my own capabilities when it comes to writing.

I've had far more lovely comments than horrible ones and I won't let this one keep me down. But I won't lie and say that it didn't take me aback and wasn't kind of difficult to process. Please don't do this to fanfic authors, we are fans and hobbyists, not professional writers.

Finally, I thought I'd write this handy guide for people who think like this particular commenter:

What To Do If You Don't Like a Fanfic:

Stop reading the fic

Close the fic

Go on with your life

Hope this helps! :)

[lulu-draws-stuff]

Karaoke night!

[cremechees]

happy 520 <33

[notamortician]

I’m gone without you, could it be forever?

Go on without you, This Endless Endeavor

[kakashihasibs]

I'm 100% stitch free!!!! :D i asked my doctor if my husband and I could remove the last few stitches in the tip of my dick and she didn't say no! Admittedly she also didn't say yes lol she just explained that they didn't cut them out at my last appointment with the rest of the stitches bc of the scabbing. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ well the scabs are gone so we did it.

[dante-and-dragons]

Ough. Post-session fatigue is hitting harder than usual today.

[marcmorrigan]

last artfight attack of the year i think! this time for @evilbonehag of his character meixing

[shortscircuits]

if the boygenius recorded music sounded like their live music i would be their #1 fan

[odetolovers]

life is so good life is so good life is so good

[crescentfool]

hi! do you perhaps have more thoughts on your p3 actor au? cause I cannot for the life of me stop thinking about it

i hope you're having a wonderful day!! 💖

hi anon, i hope you didn't mind the wait for me to answer this ask! wanted to put some thought into it 🙏

for the p3 actor au i think these could be some fun thoughts. mostly blooper/cut-content oriented because i'm that kind of person:

elizabeth's actress is one of those people who literally lives their role (nearly identical to it), even when the cameras aren't rolling. i love thinking about SEES hanging out and they're like "you know we aren't filming, right?" (but they appreciate her quirky nature)

minato's actor sometimes brings his switch to set and may play it during his break times. i like to think that at some point his headphones accidentally unplug while he's playing and then whatever scene going on needs to be refilmed because there was a "WOOMY" noise in the background.

i think that aigis and ryoji's actors should be best friends, actually. as a treat. this is self-indulgent of me, really. unfortunately i can't elaborate.

re: aigis's costume design, i think that there won't be much green-screening needed (since cosplayers have managed to make the design before! which is really impressive!). compared to everyone else though, i think she'd have the longest make-up routine/prep-time... sorry to aigis's actress 😔

pharos would be played by a child actor and i think he should be friend's with ken's actor. i don't know how that would work but ken should have some more people his age on set tbh 🤧

ryoji's actor definitely got his scarf snagged on something during filming... maybe the escalator at port island station...? in a similar vein, i would not be surprised if chidori's headband or aigis's shoulder part fell off mid-filming and they had to take a temporary break afterwards.

on the show's social media, for halloween, the cast took a special featherman-inspired photo! but also i think it'd be cute if the actors went to a haunted house together and filmed their interactions.... not that it'd be much scarier than tartarus, LOL. i can see yukari just being fed up with junpei's attempt to make the visit even scarier than it needs to be.

i think if anything about the show/set would be leaked online... it would be through junpei's instagram live or something like that 😔 i am very sorry about this but also i think that junpei would be very happy and proud of the cast's work. he'd just be so happy and be like "HEY GUYS check out what the director sent-" and all the comments is everyone else telling him "NO"

i think shinjiro, fuuka, and hamuko would occasionally cook group meals for the set! nothing beats a good ol' home-made meal! 🥺 and really, i think shinjiro would make nice gestures and just help the others on cast a lot, even after october 4th is filmed.

also something that has vaguely crossed my mind: "the cast of persona 3 reads your tweets / posts." specifically akihiko and mitsuru... i just think that they'd both be fun yknow 🥴

this is silly but i think that during december 3rd when ryoji comes and gives his lil' info-dump on what SEES has to do- he should sneeze in the middle of it. ruin the immersion y'know 😎

also in general i think it's cute whenever there's cast interviews or "see how well the cast members know each other" (and those kind of things..?). other than the full-cast, i think i can see there being group interviews with the senpai trio™ (mitsuru, akihiko, shinjiro), ryominaigis + hamuko, the second years (fuuka + junpei + yukari), etc. etc. any grouping could make for some fun questions!

and lastly.. obligatory ryomina because this is me we're talking about... ryoji has absolutely gone off script during some scenes. i could see him either referencing that one evangelion thing (i was born to meet you) or just turning it into a confession scene... LMAO.

okay that was. a LOT more thoughts than i thought i had, oops!! admittedly i have not thought about this au in FOREVER so it was nice to think about it again!!! i tried to make it a bit more balanced in terms of giving more than one character spotlight

thank you for the nice wishes anon- and i hope you enjoy the thoughts on p3 actor au! have a lovely day and take care 💗

[ofglories]

Drabble title: N/A (can't think of one right now-) Warnings: mentions of blood and injury Character(s): Arthur with some mentions of Bedivere, Merlin, and Fou.

The sky was growing grey with coming dawn by the time Arthur slowly hauled himself through the ivy covered gap in the castle walls that led to a quiet courtyard none seemed to know of. A thoroughly unpleasant and steady rain, started early the day before, fell giving the entire structure a muted quality.

Perfect for limping like a beaten hound back to his room.

Camelot castle had luckily been built with hidden passages much like the small gap the king tended to use for his secret excursions into the countryside. Behind a tapestry depicting a white stag, directly adjacent to a set of stairs that led upwards to the parapets, was a hallway. Small and narrow but lit with strange stones that gave off a soft light as he drew near and quickly faded once he had passed. And at the end, behind a heavy door of oak was a staircase. Spiralling higher and higher until it would even out with another tapestry covered opening.

With a heavy sigh he shouldered past the depiction of a golden lion running rampant.

Arthur felt himself slump the weight of the night's events bearing down worse than ever now that he was in the privacy of his sleeping quarters. The hearth had long gone cold, not a single ember to be seen in the dull grey ashes. Across the room his bed looked so very welcoming, the furs and blankets still turned down in preparation for a sleep that had not come.

For a moment it all swirled before his eyes until Arthur shook his head, inhaling sharply.

Sleep would come once he'd dealt with the "trophies" of his failure.

With a quiet, embarrassingly high-pitched whine swallowed down, the king slowly dragged himself to the seating area, where a pitcher of water luckily remained at all times on the table. His legs ached, normal muscle pains from running too much, too hard without a break. But there was also the injuries. Even without removing his armor Arthur knew he'd almost certainly broken his ankle by landing poorly on the muddy ground in that battle. And on top of that the knee on his opposite leg was sprained badly.

Aches and pains and injuries he could have only avoided, if he were no so careless.

If he were better.

The armor is removed, slowly and carefully. Gauntlets first, the easiest to remove. A moment is taken to carefully flex his hands and wrists, checking over them for possible injuries. His left feels unpleasantly numb, though a gentle prod doesn't set his wrist aflame. Likely just from where he'd been thrown by the Giant, possibly just some strain higher up his arm. Easier to hide than the limping he'd be doing, Arthur thought with a heavy sigh.

Another mistake, another failing.

Sighing again, taking comfort in the low rumble of distant thunder, he returned to peeling away his armor. Pauldrons next, nothing too bad with his shoulders besides the ache from battle. Each piece was dropped onto the rug with a dull thud of metal on thick wool. Something that would be drowned out by the rain and thunder, though Arthur doubted he'd be able to keep himself a secret from Bedivere or Merlin for long. With a grimace he undid the straps on his breastplate and cuirass with shaking fingers, knowing what was going to follow that removal.

And sure enough there was the pain as the deep gash at his waist was exposed to the chill air.

The bandages he'd roughly wrapped around it once the skirmish had ended were soaked through with rain and blood both. A terrible mess and an even more blatant reminder that he was painfully human. A human that would bleed and fall and fail to save one tiny village from a small force sent by the ambitious new emperor of Rome. His teeth ground together, the sharp tips of his canines digging into his lower lip almost to the point of drawing blood.

It would only add to the dried mess on his face from where a lucky hit had split his lip and nearly broken his nose.

Only nearly, thankfully.

If only he hadn't lost Excalibur's sheath. Had it not been for how it was entirely his fault that Bedivere had lost his arm, the young king would have counted it as his greatest failure. Second greatest was still impressive, regardless.

It's as he's slowly winding a new bandage around his middle, tunic tossed somewhere in a bloody, muddy, soaking heap, that Arthur is finally discovered.

"Fou!"

"Shit-!"

Arthur gasped, jumping at first from surprise and then from pain at the sudden movement. Cursing so fiercely it could have blistered paint, he raises his head to stare directly at the small familiar sitting now on his table. Green eyes meet unblinking violet, before Cath Palug barks again and hops off the table to scurry somewhere. Likely to report to Merlin, or Bedivere depending on the little creature's mood.

"...Fuck." It wasn't...proper to curse so as a king. But there was something just so satisfying about letting loose the swears Arthur had heard for years from knights in Ector's employ. Plus it felt like there was no other way to respond to knowing he was soon to be tattled on by his teacher's familiar. "I'll have to get this mess done with before I can get scolded like I'm some child. Again." Muttering to himself wasn't "proper" behavior either, but what else was there to do? Write a long missive about his injuries from his own stupidity and weakness in battle?

...Maybe he was being too harsh on himself.

Oh well.

Snorting, he tied off the bandages before finally removing his sabatons and greaves, followed shortly by his boots. More tossed to the side to be worried about later when he felt more alive.

The bed was calling, but frankly Arthur didn't feel like moving from the woven rug now.

Already his eyes were slowly closing, his mind replaying his failures and mistakes repeatedly even as he heard an insistent knocking at his door. Judging by the sound... It was Bedivere, though Arthur wouldn't be surprised if Merlin was with him, both loaded with healing supplies. Well... They could open his door himself.

It was childish, immature.

But he didn't want to look at them, to deal with the judgement for his failures. Even if it was imagined.

How could he be the "perfect" king if he couldn't even handle a few soldiers and a single Giant on his own?

"Your Majesty? Are you awake?"

Arthur grimaced, pressing an arm over his eyes. That was Bedivere. Ever loyal Bedivere. His most beloved friend. The perfect man his heart would forever skip a beat for. And yet he couldn't bring himself to move. He had failed terribly tonight, had been too slow to reach that village before it was burned. Before everyone in it had been killed or driven off into the woods with nothing but the clothes on their backs. A failure on such a level...

How could he be allowed to look upon his dearest companion after that?

No.

Instead he'd sleep right here and now on the rug like the weak child he felt he was once again. If Bedivere and Merlin entered his room, Arthur wouldn't be awake for it. That much he decided.

Next time...

"I won't...fail again..." Arthur mumbled, finally sinking into an uneasy sleep.

[radiates-confusion]

Ngl, I always for get just how happy Eurovision makes me until its in the days leading up to the final, and I find myself scream-mouthing along to love love peace peace with the biggest shit-eating grin on my face

Hope everyone enjoys Eurovision! 🎉✨