hello i see ag 2morrow for the second show of boom done tour i am so excited

i haven't been to a show since thursday @ the end of january in typical northeast "no one, quite understandably, tours here in the winter" fashion & i very much need this i am so very much looking forward 2 it also this is gonna be a GREAT month 4 shows

any hopes for kiwami 3? like things u wanna see added or changed stuff like that

if they dont keep kiryu's goofy walk stance and the hoof-like walk sounds i dont wanna play it

what if… i said i might wanna try writing on discord… how would we feel

i have one more clip to post but that's being saved until i feel like doing a mild edit. which means it will probably be next week i am On A Schedule right now every single day is being meticulously planned out kjgfhgk (help)

on the bright side, skyblock update. 85% TO FISHING 42 AAAAAAAAAAAAAAUGH 💥💥💥

*waving awkwardly at whoever happens to be walking by* Just a little heads up (since I guess I feel weird not giving any sort of notice?) that I’ll be making a point to be on here much less going forward (not disappearing, I’ll still be around, but probably only popping in now and again)… At least for now! Summer is always a difficult time of year for me, to be honest with you, and being chronically online definitely won’t help with that. So… Yeah! As per usual feel free to @ me to make sure I see something (y’all can also dm me lol no need to be shy). 💜

That’s it! Again just felt like leaving a little notice aha… Anyhoo, y’all take care and be safe :] ✌️

So eepy...

❛ you have never seen such heathens. ❜ Kohga says with a grin, referring to the Yiga. (For Ganondorf!)

"Oh, I have borne witness, both alike and distinct, to many." Ganondorf's answer comes like thunder, like fire. ━ a low rumble turned crackle turned air buzzing with too much and yet not enough all at once, an anticipation that followed him as he swept 'cross the grounds. For an individual of his size, he is almost weightless in his shifting, almost wilting to scrape high the roof of the ruins not high enough where the stones meet strands of red bristling off from his crown. Each footfall accentuated; the bleaching of stone & textile, the delicacy in which he revokes it, pulled back out of the earth as though a stain so simple to be removed. ━ how considerate it was, for Gods to fuss and worry over hospitalities.

he casts a glance to the Yigas master, eyes stunning and bright and terrible, curls of crimson mane licking up into color undefined, like blazing divinity, how inexpressible it could be, to see something of divinity wrapped in bone & skin & cloth. there is a wonder, if this is what being in the presence of Princesses or Heroes is like, the same divinity in the opposite way ━ the Hero always more human, not God, merely blessed, champion in this way ━ where Ganondorf was his own, but they were theirs. Two against one, eternal.

"None, however, as impassioned as you," he continues "I would consider it something of respect, that you could harbor such liveliness for so long."

He wonders; passingly in the low light of twilight bleeding into the hideout as it is full with noise & distraction & color and as fabric folds with his limbs as he moves to sit, content to watch the clan breathe with itself; how much the Yiga would be willing to risk in such devotion to their goal. ━ everything, until everything is too much, until the world turns on them again. ━ Again. how it has before. how it could again, forever worse to do. How Ganondorf knows something similar, burning in his blood. ( perhaps Kohga knows the feeling. )

He finds himself beginning to understand, why it is they come looking for him.

his eyes, momentary in their focus on their leader, find somewhere else to settle. ( and he finds himself wondering, just as passing to reserve it for less occupied times, just how long the Yiga will last as they are. Resourceful and fast and stubborn, but tracing edges of impermanence, the way everything does, is made to. Except him, of course. Except him. ━ he likes to think, sentiment more than hope, that their stretch of being will not be killed, so much as it does not stay the same; the definition changing. 'the Yiga' not as a weapon, not a sharpness and outracing and hidden, 'the Yiga' as a people allowed to be people, to be families, to stay. He likes to think, in the way it could be hope, that they will not be like him forever. They, to grow out of shunning. Him, to stay the same. He likes to think, in the way it is hope, that one day they will not need him. ━ a scar of history, remembered always, but only, only a scar. )

"... but are they always this rambunctious?"

❌ What's a trope you will never write?

hey maggie <333 this took me a while because as you know, I’m very boring by fandom standards, and it would actually be easier to list what I would write -- but I won't do that!

Instead I'm going to define trope as like, narrative cliche in spn fic, and I'll say I will probably never write any kind of "John habitually imagines Mary while fucking Dean/calls Dean Mary in bed" fic. I really really hate the sort of willful self-delusion required to (drunkenly or soberly) "mistake" Dean for someone else, or to consciously recognize Dean as "Mary replacement," or "feminine," etc, as to justify the relationship. To be clear I do think John would be much better able to compartmentalize his guilt/remorse/shame at the son-fucking business than Dean, but I don't really see Mary factoring into the equation. (But there are many "one-off" situations that would be interesting, like where John's under some kind of illusion/curse, or it's a mutual fuck-or-die non-con situation and imagining Mary is necessary to get through it, etc.)

got about a third of the way into my book for honors sem today, plus a nice outing for Purim hamentaschen and boba tea. library's closing soon so i'm gonna go back home and put some soup on, make my bed, and get started on don carlo methinks

ive made so many new mutuals lately HI!!!! im always open to chat either by asks or asking for my discord or whatever!!! :D sorry about all the genloss posting rn its the only thing i can think about. that's it youre all super cool and awesome!!!!!!!

def made a post bout this before but Heaven Knows Im Not Hunting For It anyway how public. yall think sawashiro was once aoki became governor right.... like do we know what im asking rn.......

yknow the cool thing about having a ptsd induced bad dream is it gives me more motivation to go watch cozy movies and eat comfort food til i feel better

i know there's a zero percent chance the admins would even consider it, mostly bc it'd probably be considered uhhhh insensitive (?) to players and maybe even his own family, but i would really love for techno to show up in the mayor rotation again... i think it would be a nice little surprise and a fun way to kind of keep him around on the server ya know

also from a player's perspective, he's just derpy but more fun

Fuck it I'm gonna blather about Decaelo (aka The Brick) on main.

Seriously. This book is gonna be... weighty.

Anyway, currently realizing that this scene I've been working on for a few days is 1, very long, and 2, arguably one of the highest tension scenes in the story with so much alternation between the characters as to who has the upper hand. Its fascinating, its difficult and...

It's... Two guys. It's a freakin' doctor visit.

Except... it's a doctor visit that the patient can't really avoid, and said patient is trying to hide that he is 1, functionally immortal, 2, actively consuming this town's tainted water because it gives him "holy" visions, and 3, incredibly embarrassed to be in this situation in the first place.

Except... the doctor already knows the patient is functionally immortal, but doesn't want the patient to know that HE knows, because he doesn't want the patient to think he's a snoop (he is, a little).

There's this building of tension, this release that leaves both of them unable to help laughing about the whole thing, and then the revelation of something more serious.

I really enjoy the dynamic between these two. It's incredibly fun to write.

Drifter, wandering around the empty Zariman with a drink in hand:

Drifter: *sip*

Drifter: so since I'm the last one here that makes me Captain, right? or admiral. is that a... no, ships still have captains. but that's me now, right? contingency rotation or whatever.

Zariman: *completely silent except for the void noises*

Drifter: cool. *sip*

Drifter: I'm changing my rank to Admiral though because 'Captain Cal' sounds stupid.

Void Angel in the nearby wall: 👍

Drifter, mumbling to himself and walking on: ... contingency blunt rotation...? no, that's stupid...