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yarasa2k · 1 month
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had a silly thought abt marci lol
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bumblingbabooshka · 9 months
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Voyager Crew invents the internet again but only on their ship and sometimes as a deal with other species they also give them brief access to their shitty little internet messaging boards 
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lilaccoffin · 5 months
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We're going full cringe, boys.
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good-beanswrites · 9 months
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Hello! I really really really love your writting, I just got into Milgram and yours is my favourite in the fandom!! I love how much depth and nuance you manage to fit into short stories and your characterization is on point! (Specially for Kazui, but I might be biased since I love him so much)
I'm not sure if you're still taking requests (if you're not, feel free to ignore!), but if you are I wanted to request Tears + Kazui
(I thought about maybe the old man finally having a moment where the mask falls? When keeping up the image he's built gets tiring, how does he deal with it, and is he by himself or is there someone nearby? Then again, just an ideia, have fun and take your time!!!)
Woo welcome to the fandom! And thank you so much omg, that's so kind!! ;--; I really like that concept -- I definitely think he'd only allow himself a break from the masks when he's completely alone, and even then it'd be hard to draw out of him, so I went for an unexpected release and even more unexpected company... (Haruka :3)
Kazui woke from a dream, immediately unable to stop his eyes from brimming with tears. It hadn’t been a nightmare. It hadn’t shown him broken glass, or blood, or screaming. He hadn’t faced another night staring into Hinako’s twisted expression. No, the dream was wonderful. He was happy. He was in love. He was just… himself. As he rolled over in his sheets, he couldn’t tell if it was the longing that made him cry, or the guilt of longing so deeply for something like that.
It was easier, there in the dark. He didn’t have to keep his cheeks raised in a pleasant look. He didn’t have to hold his chin high. He could hug his arms around himself, not worry about all those eyes on him, and cry for the life he would never have.
He’d kept the thoughts at bay for so long, there was something equally painful and relieving about facing them head-on. The more his body shook with sobs, the better he felt about the weight he’d been carrying on his shoulders. The more he thought about who he was, the worse he felt about being doomed in this life. As always, he was split in two.
“K-Kazui?” 
His stomach clenched in both shock and shame. He kept his face away from the cell bars. He coughed, though it did little to hide the thickness in his voice when he spoke. “Haruka? What are you doing out there?”
“Ah, um! I’m sorry! I was just getting s-some water.”
Kazui desperately scrambled for any kind of excuse to explain the sorry state he was in. Haruka continued, though. 
“It’s- it’s okay if you’re crying.”
His throat squeezed. How pathetic he must be, for a kid like Haruka to try and comfort him.
“No, no. I’m alright.”
“I cry in my cell all the time. And Muu comes in so we can talk. I feel m-much better after that.” His feet shuffled outside. “Do you… uh… do you want to talk? I’m not as smart as Muu, b-but it might help.”
Kazui kept his pained smile hidden. It was an incredibly kind gesture, to be sure, but the boy would never understand. He could open up about everything that had happened in the past forty years, and there was no way Haruka would understand a bit of it.
It was easy to dodge the question. When under the spotlight, he’d found it was helpful to place the attention on someone else. “What do you talk to Muu about?”
“Uh! Well.” There was more shuffling, and Kazui realized he was coming to sit right next to the cell. He hadn’t meant it as an invitation to stay... 
He rolled onto his back, hoping his face was still obscured in the shadows of the panopticon.
“I usually cry because… I’m not like everyone else.” Haruka said. “I don’t-don’t know why. I don’t know why everyone else can be normal and I j-just can’t. I try so hard. I try so hard. If I could be like them, m-maybe my mom would’ve loved me. M-maybe she wouldn’t think I was broken all the time. M-maybe,” he got quiet, “no one would have died.”
Kazui stared up at the ceiling. A few more tears slipped down his face. It looked like an old man like him could still be wrong, now and then. “And… what does Muu tell you, to comfort you?”
“Oh, she tells me lots of nice things. Mostly that she loves me very much.” Kazui could hear the smile in his voice. “And she also says that… that it wasn’t my fault. That there’s nothing wrong with being me. That we can’t be anyone d-different, even if we want to more than anything in the whole wide world. She says, she says people were mean to her too, just because of who she was.”
“Yeah?” The younger prisoners had avoided someone as intimidating as him, so he never heard much about Muu’s reason for being here. 
“Mhm. She said they would say all these awful things, b-because there was this one girl in her class, and… and, well… things were…” Haruka stopped. “Ah! I didn’t mean to make you cry again! I’m s-so sorry…”
Kazui sucked in a shaking breath. “No, I’m sorry you have to hear all this from me. It’s good, though. It’s really good.” 
“O-oh…?”
“I just realized, I’m a lot like that too.” 
Kazui didn’t know what possessed him to continue. He’d been hiding things for so long, he thought he’d be better at keeping it in. It must have been something about the darkness of the hour, and Haruka’s complete innocence, and the dream that still lingered around heart. 
“When I was her age, there was someone in my class like that. He was… well, I’m sure you know. My parents also said I was in need of fixing. I’m sorry you had to go through that too.”
Haruka let out a small sound of acknowledgement.
“You should head to bed, now. It’s late.”
“R-right. Sorry, again!”
“Don’t be. I think I needed this.”
Once Haruka’s footsteps had rounded the panopticon, Kazui brought his arm up to cover his eyes. He knew he had plenty of blood on his hands for what he’d done. This was his fault. But regarding who he was…
A sound rocked through his chest, something between a sob and a laugh. It was nice to think there was nothing wrong with that, after all.
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gerrydelano · 5 days
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only one chapter left... then the epilogue of unknown length... and i'm free and finished and Wow it's almost over. ONE chapter left of the main story. Wow. Wow.
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boilingheart · 9 days
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i have GOT to get this spicy wranduin fic FINISHED already i've been sitting on it for a YEAR
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arabian-batboy · 2 years
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Scared about tomorrow DC’s Pride Special, because I know one of two things will probably happen; either they will make Damian say/do something homophobic just to have other characters scolding him or they will canonly refer to him as a straight™ ally and I don’t have to time for either of those things.
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suckishima · 4 months
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rrrrrrrrr im so frustrated with my writing. its just been weeks of struggle and whyyyy. idk i think i need to rework or rethink what im going for with this one or something, its like i can feel the threads of the themes i wanna do are sooo close to tying together but it just isnt quite reaching yet and so it reads like a stilted bland mess but the more i stare at it the further away it feels aaah
i know it can get there i kNOW it can, the ending and like aha moment is so cleaaaar that i think its almost too solid and thats why my beginning feels so fucked—like i just keep asking myself 'well if hes gonna get there in chapter 5, whats stopping him from getting there now in chapter 2??' i tHOUGHT i had reasons but now that im there i just keep instinctually writing him to have the connecting/realization moment anyway and like. if that's how it is then what even IS the story??? i need a break
#leaving for my parents for christmas tomorrow and while its always a little lowkey stressful there esp during holidays#itll be nice to at least have a different stress than this one for a few days lmao#mandatory writing break coming at a good time ig#anyway a lot of the real problem is that a big reason i wanted to write this fic is bc i wanted to explore tsukkis mental space during#the ball boy arc bc i feel like its an interesting transitional time for him in terms of like being after his big moment but then#he slightly regresses in that post match bathroom scene until yamaguchi sets him straight and like. i love just how furudate is showing#that growth isnt linear and so i wanna explore how tsukki would feel during the camp (which he didnt seem stoked to go to)#and in contrast with hinata who couldnt go but weasels in anyway and like how does tsukki deal with#that intensity of stupidity and passion in regards to how he feels about his own relationship to volleyball now#like i dont think its a straight line from blocking ushijima -> admitting yeah sometimes volleyball is fun#i think theres some wavering in there and oooo i wanna explore it but FUCK its hard??#why furudate why does tsukki deny extra practice the first night of rookie camp but accepts the second night??#i know why he accepts night 2 im excited abt that. i'm big time struggling with pinpointing why he says no night 1 in a way#that doesnt come off like 1 hes fully regressing 2 like im having him say no purely bc thats how it is in canon so magical ~plot reasons~#truthfully furudates reason is probably just 'was funny to have tsukki and kunimi say no in unison' and it isnt out of character for#tsukki to say no either but i also can feeeel it i can feeel the threads of a solid character developmental reason that will fit with#all the OTHER stuff im also trying to do lmao#i just need to piece it together in the right way in the right order and right emphasis#and its so cloooose rn but ugh it just feels wishwashy atm#and so. i struggle lmao#eesh anyway fun tag rant yay#heres to hoping not thinking about this for a week will help#x#....who wants to take bets on whether ill delete this later lol
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pyrovilian · 2 years
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Come away with me… Day two of Heaptober! Prompt was The Syren and it really made me think of Come away with me by Norah Jones
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Image ID: An ink sketch in a sketchbook. On the top of the page “Come away with me” is written in cursive and the Syrens tower as well as the CattRokk lighthouse can be seen. Below that is a closeup of the Syrens tower with “Come away with me, where they can’t hurt us with their LIES” written besides it. Below that a full body of the Syren with her arm stretched out. Besides her it says “So all I ask is for you, To come away with me” below that Syrah Syarah is seen sitting upright in her bed, as if having woken up from a nightmare. Above her is written “Come away with me” and several more “Me” is written around her. END ID
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parulite · 1 year
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Kiri's Singing Voice.
Contrary to her other uncertainties and tendency to view herself as clumsy and unrefined, Kiri's voice is very strong and clear, and she has no problem leading others (her family as well as members of her tribe(s)) in song. She has sure brightness in her higher register, but an overall a lower and richer voice - conveying a power and maturity that tends to surprise those who hear it. It's likely to continue to deepen, grow stronger and even more resonant, as she gets older.
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sonknuxadow · 2 years
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you know what i WILL spread hard of hearing sonic propaganda actually
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canon-fcdder · 2 years
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(( Hiya, everyone! I’ve gotten a surplus of messages lately and I just wanted to say that I promise I’m not ignoring them or anything! I’m just notoriously slow when it comes to those for a Variety Of Reasons™... and things have been kinda tiring irl lately, so I’m not entirely up for a bunch of conversations at the moment. :3  Not enough to give GOOD ones anyway lol But I promise, Imma start answering those tomorrow and I really am gonna try to comb through them all because Damn they’ve piled up rip fdjkgjndfkgdf )) 
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dreamofbecoming · 1 year
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4, 5, and 6 for Ruin? <333
oooh fun! hello dear!
4) what’s my favorite lyrical part of the song?
listen madeleine’s little “i’ll sing silence” after “i play our song” gets me every time. drinking song is Their Song! they were doing so well but it fell apart anyway! they are trying harder tomorrow! i am weeping on the floor!
5) what’s my favorite instrumental part of the song?
i think what i love about ruin is that the instrumentals are so minimal, you know? like, the piano does pick up a bit as it goes along, and new melodies and harmonies get added, but it stays relatively quiet and simple throughout, and relies on their voices to manage the rises and falls, which i think is a really lovely contrast to the metaphor in the lyrics. the piano is their relationship, still standing, but damaged, but it’s going to take their own human voices to carry the song. they can’t rely on their history, the walls that already crumbled. they have to build it back up using their own hands. i’m mixing metaphors but you get it lol
6) what stories or character are connected to this song in my mind?
oh this is such a geraskier song for me. post-mountain/post-s2 specifically. maybe that’s cheating, on account of the *gestures* everything about me, lmao, but it is! madeleine as geralt, joey as jaskier?
“brick by brick you built us / and i filled in the cracks / nothing quite prepares you for / when they don’t come back” i am. chewing on the furniture. jaskier built them by refusing to give up on geralt, and geralt filled in the cracks with little gestures and kindnesses, and he maybe he expected jaskier to brush off the mountain fight like he always had before and come back! but he didn’t! and maybe jaskier expected geralt to cool down and come back! but he didn’t either! the strength of geralt’s anger and self-loathing reduced their relationship to rubble 😭
but also! “our mortar was your laughter” they sing that line together! they both see the other’s happiness as the reason to stay! i’m losing my mind! “you hurled curses at the land” well he sure did didn’t he. probably shouldn’t have done that, huh, bud? “we didn’t talk / we made / universes out of bitten lips and broken hands” jaskier built their relationship up in his mind based on lots of little cues, but they never fucking. talked to each other! ahhhhhhh!!!!!
“you said ‘i love you less than when it all began’” and “i make jokes to show how broken i really am” makes me think about s2 and also throwing myself off a cliff
listen wren my love you have stepped on a landmine this song makes me feral 😂😂😂
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dawnshe · 1 year
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something something vex after losing vax cutting her hair short-
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galpalaven · 1 year
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Time to be emo for like 8th night in a row about Noah Marshall and Jaxson Kim and how that boy went to the ends of the Earth for her after she took Jane’s place for him because he loved her so so so much that he couldn’t stand to live in a world without her in it
How he was the only one of her friends who ever came back to see if she was still there. If the ritual worked. How he was the only person in the world that cared enough when he found her to stay and keep her grounded. He was the only person who would have ever thought “you know what? No. Death isn’t the end for her. I’m going to change it” and then he did???
Noah Marshall deserves the world and as a writer I am going to give it to him
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Barbatos: I'm not interfering with time's flow, even if I might feel bad about IK's current state of being.
OP, the creator of this fic re-writing a whole ass arc: *aggressive splashing in the time ocean so Satan remembers and IK can cope with the trauma*
barbatos, having his existential crisis and a bunch of conflict in prose over what he can and can't control in relation to time: bbbut what if.. hopeless.... is no point.... i will do nothing
me, just completely ignoring canon because i think significant chunks of it are stupid: I AM RIPPING YOUR SOURCE MATERIAL INTO WEAVABLE FIBRES AND KNITTING MY OWN STORY OUT YOUR DUMBASS YARN. NOW BAT MAN, SUFFER
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