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katabay · 4 months
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my knight-monk agenda strikes again, but this was less of a 'I read something that made me experience several emotions and a strike of inspiration at once,' and more of a 'wouldn't it be fucked up if the bejeweled skeleton saints came to life and and started. eating people. or something. in revenge. medieval catholic horror, or an older horror of not being buried right. zombies, even. a complete bastardization of holy visuals. zombies.'
it's a far away idea, but I still wanted to play around with font layouts. like, if I DID make it into a full comic: these would be visual vibes, perhaps.
it's also a little bit about the kind of intimacy that these kinds of spaces provide, or in the case of this monk: the heavy trauma of war and the death of your brother, the escape to a secluded monastery, spiritual brotherhood to make up for your dead brother, but your role as a physician keeps pulling you back to this violence you want to escape. physician, heal thyself, only you have a holy calling to serve those in need, so instead: physician, open up your wounds again. saint jude, patron saint of lost causes, give us a fucking hand here, man. amen.
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Homosexuality in the Renaissance: Behavior, Identity, and Artistic Expression, James M. Saslow
and this one is about earlier history than the medieval period that this comic is set in, but the monk character is sort of an exploration of earlier themes. a little bit. I like overlapping eras with each other, I've done it before and I'll do it again. this character is an exploration of some other stuff too, but mostly this book was interesting to read
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From Monastery to Hospital: Christian Monasticism and the Transformation of Health Care in Late Antiquity, Andrew T Crislip
bsky ⭐ pixiv ⭐ pillowfort ⭐ cohost
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74n5n · 6 months
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not really an analysis but i was staring at t1 album covers so stare at them together with me now
haruka - fireworks, water texture and bubbles, tree leaves. also the red string... could it be the red thread of fate? there seems to be some kind of plant at the bottom left but i cant figure what it is. there is also a texture in the shadows of his skin (most seen on the neck and shoulders) but I'm not sure what it's supposed to be, reminds me of creased leather.
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yuno - balloons, clouds, little hearts, ribbon. the blue lines and the way letters are arranged reminds me of rain (yuno-amane parallels?!) or meteor shower. yuno is very heavily associated with balloons... all characters have symbols for them but with yuno it's almost the only one that is used.
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fuuta - clashing swords and the castle from t1 mv, pattern with little fire and sword symbols in his hair and pattern with his friends' icons on his mask, glitch/pixels effect and spots with fire texture here and there. there is also texture with geometrical pattern in the shadows of his skin (most seen on neck). so many things going on here.
i thought there'd be more fire texture considering his symbolism. either it didn't look appealing enough or it's just... not that important/noticeable as a symbol. i see it more like a fire trapped within him, or fire sparkles being more important rather than burning fire itself.
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muu - sunset and what seems to be her crime scene, shattered glass. the little blue dots remind me of falling tears. the texture on her hair and hand reminds me of splashed beauty products like face powder.
(I'm from mobile and don't want to hit a limit of images per post but you can see the image of her crime scene here.)
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shidou - flowers and flower garden, plant leaves, there also seems to be a smoke texture. I'm not sure that these zigzag lines are supposed to represent, could be just a stylistic choice, but considering shidou's imagery they remind me of snakes or scissor cuts. the way plant leaves are arranged reminds me of falling medical tags in his t1 mv. but considering flowers, it could also be petals that represent... you know. we know what the flowers represent.
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mahiru - bird cage, birds, spots of light, sparkles. there is some kind of scenery in her hair but i cant understand what's shown in it, i can only figure out two glasses with drinks in them. there is also some kind of texture on her shoulder in bottom right but i cant understand what it is either... there seems to be no "dissolving" spots unlike other covers.
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kazui - theater seats, apple tree (at first i thought it's lemons. why they yellow), rings and one of the rings is shattering into something like glass shards. what's interesting is that instead of kazui's silhouette "dissolving", the ring is dissolving.
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amane - tv, glitch texture. unlike fuuta with pixels, in amane's case it's more like a broken screen texture, or a texture of low-quality resolution which causes bright pixels to show up. however i believe the little squares around her are supposed to represent pixels as well (amane-fuuta parallels?!). also crayons; she's not particularly "dissolving" like others but there are messed up crayon lines on top of her silhouette. the title also has a crayon texture to the font. childhood is when all that you have is glitching tv and crayons.
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mikoto - smoke texture, shattered glass (but unlike muu with glass shards, its hit glass surface), skeletons (there is also a skeleton representing death on a card in his cd album and death tarot card in meme, so it seems to be heavily associated with him) and manji (swastika symbol). there is also texture (several textures?) on his clothes but I'm not sure what it is, maybe I'm thinking too much into stylistic choices.
manji is interesting because it comes from buddhism and has nearly-religious meaning like good luck, happiness and such, but it's also heavily used by young people as some kind of a cool symbol, and in this particular context is associated with japanese delinquents/gang members. I haven't found much information but it seems to be used by them as a symbol of strength (when i try to find anything there's only tokyo revengers😭)
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kotoko - pieces of newspaper, wolf, a pattern resembling claw marks, and... pieces of foil? is this foil? she's all filled with newspaper texture, both her hair and clothes, and "dissolving" with edges of a torn paper. if you try very hard you can probably read the text, but I'm not willing to try hard, though i think its interesting there is "RESCUED" written on the left of her hair.
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that's it we completed staring at all of them. if there's anything else you noticed feel free to add
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musashi · 1 year
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I’d LOVE to talk about it!!!! There is NOTHING like holding a physical copy of a fanfic you love in your hands, whether it is yours or someone else’s. Though I do recommend you get a physical copy of your own work first and foremost, it really cements the fact that you wrote a whole ass novel, or a collection of short stories. The first few fics I ordered were ones I wrote myself and I still go out into my living room to pull them off the bookshelf and just hold them, sometimes.
There are a lot of websites that exist where you can print books without publishing them. The website I use to print fic is Lulu. There are other websites but this one is my fave. Some people have probably written beautiful guides on book binding but I would rather just have a service do it for me.  i thought it might be fun to make a whole ass tutorial on my process, if anyone is interested? Because I really think this should be something more people do, I am telling you it'll change your LIFE. Wanna re-read that old fave in your bookmarks? Cut down on screentime! go GRAB IT OFF YOUR SHELF and settle in all cozy :3
SO: HERE IS A WHOLE ASS TUTORIAL ON HOW TO ORDER PRINT BOOKS OF YOUR FAVE FICS.
I use google docs. There are probably ways to do this in other word processing software but google docs is my friend. So this is how I do it. Google is also your best friend when figuring out how to make these adjustments in other word processors fghdg.
So you kinda want to set up the skeleton of your physical fic first. You wanna make a blank document, go to file > page setup and change the paper size to A5. This’ll put it in peak book format! Hurray. You’ll notice things are a bit cramped here but don’t worry, the margins are supposed to be like that. I like single spacing with the typical indent (.50) so thats what I do. I know some people prefer double spacing, so if that’s your jam do it! Just keep in mind it’ll make your book a lot thicker, it really depends on how you want to condense things. Font size is also a factor here. Personally, I LOVE to condense–12 point times new roman font and single spacing is my jam, heres what that looks like:
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But again, depending on how long of a story/collection you want to make, you can space things out too. 
Make a nice title page! Mine are pretty simple, just the title and the username. Sometimes I’ll put the fandom name like ‘a [fandom] fanfiction’ but for the most part thats just for PDFs i share of my own fic. When it comes to my own fic I also like to put little dedications at the beginning for flair. Again, that’s just for me.
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this is from my sicktember anthology, which is just all my sicktember fics in a neat little book. here's Down's:
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this is my favourite part of printing my own books. i like to get sappy with it.
Add page numbers! This is something you can do automatically in most word processors. You can put em anywhere, I always put mine as footers ‘cause I really just like my fic to feel like a real book. This is under 'insert' in gdocs.
If you’re doing an anthology collection or a lot of fics in one book, a table of contents is good to have! If you apply a heading effect to each story/chapter in google docs, you can automatically insert a table of contents. I usually have to play around with mine a little (and edit it after, pin in that for later) but it’s a good thing to have. But in order to make a table of contents you have to actually have the fic in the doc, so let me teach you how to do that.
Congrats @pictureswithboxes, you are hereby my guinea pig. Because your fic is a good length and it’s the first one that isn’t my own that I’ve turned into a physical copy. Everyone please watch as I turn Turnabout Substitution into a book.
There are many ways and many formats you can download an AO3 fic in. Personally I prefer the HTML format–don’t ask me why, it’s just the best one I’ve seen for keeping things easy to edit and intact. If you work better in PDF or EPUB feel free to download those, but it’s my tutorial so you get HTML.
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I drop the HTML file into docs. When you open it, you get this nonsense:
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'cause that's a whole ass webpage, obviously. so open it AGAIN, this time using this button up top:
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And that gives us… well, a lot more nonsense–it drops all the tags in, authors notes, whatever. You’re welcome to keep author’s notes if you like, personally I do without them (i love to read them digitally! I just keep them out of my physical copies) and everything is in 11 pt times font. The first thing I do is highlight the body of the fic and ONLY the body of the fic. I do this chapter by chapter.
Once I have chapter 1 highlighted, i change the font to my preferred size and typeface–in this case, 12 point times new roman. And then, with the body of the chapter still highlighted, i fix the margins/indent–left to 0, first line to .50, and right to 6.50. Then, with all of that highlighted, I paste it into my ‘book’ doc and all the indents/font choices carry over. Easy peasy.
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I go ahead and make a chapter header. I think when doing a proper manuscript a chapter is supposed to start at the mid-point of the page, but i usually have the title at the top and the body text starting halfway down.
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(my doc is in grey to avoid eye strain. if you do this, make sure it's white when you save it xD)
After a chapter–or any time you want to move onto the next section–use a page break! These are under the ‘insert’ tab. They will automatically jump you to the next page, and they will be necessary, for many reasons, but also because!!!
A new chapter should always start on the right page. In order to keep this correct, I take note of if my right pages are evens or odds in page number. Your first page will always be on the right. If you add a table of contents, it should also start on the right–so add a couple page breaks between the two to make a fully blank filler page. In my experience, because page 1 is always right, this usually means your right page will always be an odd number, but for some reason I'm having some weird mandela effect where i swear it wound up evens one time. huh. never hurts to double check! and triple check.
I ignore this all while I’m pasting the chapters in, but then at the end I go through all of them using google docs’ outline feature. Which is honestly NECESSARY for something like this, if you aren't already using it:
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(anything marked as a heading will show up here! or you can highlight something, right click, and add it to outline manually. It's great!)
If my right page is odd-numbered, i check each of them one by one to make sure they all start on odd pages. I add an additional page break in the chapter before if they’re not, to make a filler page. it might feel weird to have all these blank pages in your doc but trust me you will appreciate them when you are actually holding the book.
As I am doing this, I also scroll up to the end of the previous chapters to look for orphans/widows. These are single lines that wind up on their own on the page and look kind of awkward and personally irritate me. Most word processors also have a feature to get rid of these, in google docs you just have to highlight the whole paragraph the line is in (or the paragraph before it, if it’s dialogue or a single line on its own) and apply a heading to it. You can highlight it and click ‘update heading to match’ to do this without changing the font. Good as new! It’ll show up on your outline on the side, but you can delete it by hitting the x beside the lines.
Another thing I do with the body text is i scroll through the whole doc and look for line breaks. AO3 has built-in ones you can insert, and you’re welcome to keep those if they are in a fic you like. Personally i prefer the look of a space to separate, though, so I actually edit them out and replace them with 3 line breaks. Literally just hit the enter key 3 times.
TS here is a case fic, told in the style of the ace attorney vn, which means each chapter has a few locations and timestamps displayed. I do 3 blank line breaks before these, and two after. Because it’s what looks nicest to me. You can play around with aesthetics and see what you like.
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Once everything looks good, I scroll back up to update the table of contents if I have it. Google docs has a feature where you can ‘refresh’ it, but… I do not recommend this, because if you formatted your table (which you most likely did, it looks kinda terrible on its own) this will reset the formatting, and that will more than likely space out things or add unnecessary things (like those widows and orphans you marked before) which will add to your page count which means your TOC will be wrong ANYWAYS. So what’s the alternative?
Open your doc in two tabs. Same doc, two tabs. In one tab, stay on your TOC. In the other, click through your outline and input the new page numbers yourself. A little painstaking, but less prone to error. Easy peesy! Here's a bit of my finished TOC for my sicktember book:
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Like all things, you can play with fonts and margins.
Your book is READY TO GO. Save it as a PDF, you can do this by hitting the print button in docs and most other word processors. Then instead of choosing a printer hit ‘save as PDF.’ Scuttle on over to Lulu and make an account. Yes it is worth it. Fic!
Lulu is awesome because it has lots of customization options. If you wanna get fancy with it, you could insert images into your PDF and get a colour book! But I just order print books, basic black and white. Once you name and upload your PDF, you can choose EVERYTHING. What kind of paper you want. If you want hardcover or paperback. The world is your oyster. Lulu will then give you a template for your cover, fitted to the dimensions of your fic book based on page number and what options you choose. They technically have a guide that lays this all out for you, but I find it incredibly confusing, so here is the streamlined wendy version:
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There are a lot of options for how to make this cover. You can use an image editor, like photoshop, or you can draw fanart, or you can simply go into MSpaint and add some shitty little text to a solid colour if you don’t feel like anything fancy. A lot of people also use canva, which has tons of templates and assets you can throw together. I use canva so much i actually paid for a pro subscription lmao fsdghfgh but I also use photoshop a good deal. I made DTE’s covers in photoshop:
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And Down’s cover in canva:
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When I’m doing canva covers, I always just save the PDF, pop the template into photoshop, and then paste the images over it and rearrange them to my liking. I think Lulu also has an in-site canva editor but I don’t like learning new software. Photoshop is easy gfhfhg.
WHEN YOU ARE SAVING YOUR COVER. LISTEN TO ME. LISTEN THIS IS IMPORTANT ESP IF YOU NEVER TOOK GRAPHIC DESIGN OR HAVEN’T PROFESSIONALLY PRINTED ANYTHING. When you are saving your cover. SWITCH YOUR COLOUR PROFILE TO CMYK!!! Do not save it as RGB! RGB is good for digital graphics, but if you EVER print something you need to switch it to CMYK. I FORGOT TO DO THIS SOMEHOW when I printed my first two fic books, so their covers look a little washed out. When you do this in your photo editing software, they will look washed out there too–this is normal. They will print SO much better. Just trust me. 
Make sure you save your cover as a PDF and pop it onto Lulu! It’ll show you a preview of your book and cover which you can go by page by page to look for mistakes or anything you may want to change. In this preview the cover will ALWAYS look like a shitty, jpeggy mess. IT DOES NOT LOOK LIKE THAT IRL. I was so concerned fghfg but they print fine the preview just sucks.
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wow so cool. this is for Down's hardcover which has a lot of margin. the closest summation of what your book will be like is to turn everything here off but the folds:
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so cool. thats my book.
And you’re good to go! Enjoy your fic!!! PHYSICAL FIC IN YOUR HANDS!!! I got to experience the most magical thing recently: my friend bought a copy of Down, and then SHIPPED IT TO MY HOUSE, and i got to SIGN IT. I got to SIGN a copy of a BOOK I WROTE. They loved it that much. And I had the PDFs. PDFs I need to update, because I didn’t know half the shit I just wrote here when I made them. BUT I GOT TO SIGN MY FIC!!! SOMEONE LIKED IT ENOUGH TO BUY IT, AND THEN SEND IT TO ME, TO SIGN!!!
All the money here goes to printing costs, if that wasn’t obv. Paperbacks on Lulu can be under ten bucks depending on how thick they are, and hardcovers are usually under 25. It’s insane to me how cheap it is to print fanfic, and once you try, you WILL be addicted.
I tried to make this tutorial easy to follow, i hope it was! If anyone has any questions about the process, I am always happy to answer. Or, um, if you just want me to do all this formatting FOR you… I might be open to doing it for free. Mutuals get first dibs but I genuinely LOVE formatting docs for printing. I can’t help you with covers (i flounder even making them for stories I love) but I’ll always format a fic or several fics for you. Just HMU ghfghgf
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nightbloodbix · 3 months
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— WIP MUSIC MONDAY
I was tagged by quite a few people for wip wednesday last week, so I’ll just put out my tag list today (ask to be added or removed!): @adelaidedrubman @florbelles @marivenah @simonxriley @shegetsburned @voidika @kyber-infinitygems @v0idbuggy @inafieldofdaisies @statichvm @socially-awkward-skeleton @aceghosts @carlosoliveiraa @risingsh0t @unholymilf @thedeadthree @cassietrn @jackiesarch @gwynbleidd @shellibisshe @loriane-elmuerto @katsigian
once again I have been reworking out of date writing for my original works and I always had a soft spot for this moment between my little wolf sisters. This song really hit with it too.
“This way,” Jayde said over her shoulder as she led her sister through the cemetery. 
Graveyards. Cemeteries. Jayde never really learned the distinction, if there was any. Nor had she really contemplated their purpose before she visited this one.
Blades of sheer morning sunlight carved through the clouds to illuminate moss covered stone with engravings nearly too weathered to be legible and with likely no one even alive to recall who they belonged to anyway. She didn't see the point. Whether a mundane grave or a supernatural being, all things fade. The lifespan of a memory is as impermanent as they are. Still, their bloodline should have lasted a lot longer than it had. In a less violent world, maybe they would have been given the chance. 
“So…” Skye dragged the word out slowly as she weaved through the headstones. “Whose grave are we visiting?”
Jayde rolled the stem of a rose between her fingers and barely reacted to the small puncture that the thorn made into her thumb. The one in her palm had already started to knit itself back together in the short time it took to purchase the flowers and take them here. Jayde needed the small sting to ground her. She knew Skye had started to work it out as soon as they pulled into the driveway. Why else would they return home? 
She handed one of the two roses she carried to her sister with a melancholy smile. “Ours.”
“Oh,” was all Skye replied with for several paces. The older sibling sensed the steady rise of her fear until Skye couldn’t handle the silence anymore. “Are we shopping for a nice plot for when we get our tickets punched? ‘Cause I always thought I’d be cremated and have my ashes spread somewhere dreamy like Hawaii. Or Dollywood.”
For once, Jayde felt grateful for the younger wolf’s unabashed wit. It alleviated some of the anxiety twisting up her insides. The first time Jayde visited this spot with Nadya, she had become so overwhelmed that she couldn’t decide if it tore her apart even more or actually started to put her back together. She feared for how her sister would react. 
“Actually, I was gonna kill you,” she replied dryly.
“I knew it,” Skye said with a snap of her fingers. “Is this about the time I scratched up your favorite CD when we were kids? You never really forgave me for that.”
Jayde fought the urge to point out that it had been the very first one she burned with the help of their father, but she only scoffed and said “Everything comes back to bite you eventually.”
Just then, a familiar headstone came into view. One big enough to fit a family of names on its cold, glossy black face. Jayde’s palms grew numb and sweaty. She shook her free hand and wiped it off on her jeans, leaving a small streak of blood on the fabric. A few steps closer and every muscle in her body tensed as if it anticipated a heavy strike to her face. She wished it was that kind of pain. It would make her feel better. 
The sisters came to a stop before the stone. Four names had only endured the test of time for a decade, making them as easy to read as a common street sign. 
Tristan and Andrea Thatcher engraved in bold letters with Jayde and Skye in a slightly smaller font below them. Along with the exact date Jayde witnessed a bullet pierce through her father’s temple. 
It hadn’t seemed real at first. Jayde experienced plenty of nightmares with an image just like this. To know it really existed reminded her that everything else had been very real, too, and it all just felt like the inescapable horror of her loss – a suffering that would never truly end. Not until she actually gets buried beneath the well kept soil she now stood upon. 
Once the shock of seeing it again passed, Jayde felt a different emotion. Not quite comfort, but an understanding. She could see the appeal of a gravesite. Strangely, she felt grateful to have a specific place to mourn her family in what little peace she had been granted. 
Skye stared at the gravestone in silence for a long time. Then she sank to her knees before it and reached out to trace her fingertips along the engraving of their mother’s name. “How did you know this was here?” she asked in a small voice, not unlike a child’s.
“Nadya found it,” Jayde explained. “The official story is that we all died in a car crash.”
“They aren’t even here, are they?” There was no question in Skye’s tone. She knew the answer.
“I don’t think so. Maybe dad is.” The thought gave Jayde pause. What use would the hunters have for a dead werewolf? He hadn’t even died in the more desirable form, so they must have left him for authorities to find and back up the story of an accident. If that were the case, then he could very well be buried here. Their mother, on the other hand, died long after that night. Jayde’s mouth went dry as her mind went through sickening scenarios for the disposal of her body once their barbaric research proved fatal. She shook her head to banish the thoughts. “I’m pretty sure mom isn’t.”  
“I guess it doesn’t really matter.” Skye placed the rose at the base of the stone. “I’m still glad that this is here.”
Jayde set her rose beside the other and sat next to her sister. “Me too.”
Sunlight shifted as the clouds traveled onward and the scent of coming rain and damp earth brought Jayde back home to the ranch only a handful of miles away. On a morning like this, she would have been rushing to get outdoor chores done before the storm made it too miserable. At least that’s how her mother put it. But Jayde had been known to work through torrents of rain just to step inside and have her father clap her on the back as he expressed his pride. His music sounded the best on nights like that. 
Before Jayde knew it, deep shame replaced the tendrils of grief inside her gut.
She broke the silence with a deep breath. “I never told you why it took me so long to come for you after I got out.”
Skye finally tore her tear streaked gaze away from the gravestone, but she kept her eyes down. “Yeah, you didn’t.”
“It wasn’t because I didn’t want us to be together. It’s just that… After everything, I wasn’t the same. I’m not the same. I was scared that you wouldn’t recognize me anymore. And if you didn’t, then they wouldn’t have,” Jayde nodded at the engraved names of their parents, “I couldn’t – I can’t handle disappointing any of you. I thought it might be better if you believed I died with them.”
“Jayde,” Skye started with a sigh. “I might not have gone through what you went through, but I still lost everything just like you did. Both of us are different. No matter how many times we change, I will always know who you are because you’re my big sister. That means they will always know you, too.”
The tears that welled in Jayde’s eyes fell as she tried to blink them away. They brought agony with them that felt just as earth-shattering as ever, but Jayde let herself feel it. She let it overtake her and choked out a devastating sob into the fabric of her sister’s jacket as she leaned into her. But it was okay, because just like the clouds above them, the shadow within her gave way to a warmth that made her feel safe. The embrace of her little sister reminded her that neither of them truly lost everything. They might be the last of their blood, but Jayde still had a family in her own little pack. It was more than enough to not only fight for, but to live for. She knew, not so deep down, that that is what would make their parents proud above all else. 
They stayed until the rain arrived. Jayde felt her grief weigh heavy in her chest once more as she turned her back on the headstone. It would be some time before they returned. A part of her whispered that she may never see it again. Yet, even if she didn’t, it would remain here. When moss creeps through the worn cracks decades from now, it would still be here.
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sw1mmingfoolz · 2 years
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A SLIGHTLY DISJOINTED LIST OF WRITING TIPS
hey peeps 😌 a whole zero people asked or showed interest and true to my style I'm posting anyway lmao :) this is a collection of writing tips I remind myself of all the time! some are from online (mostly reddit), some are from writing workshops and classes i've taken, some are just commonly traded around by famous writers and some come from my own experience! i've been writing for 15 years, since i was a literal child, and i think it's safe to say i've learned a lot since i wrote 15 pages of what i was absolutely sure would be my debut novel "The Ratticator" when i was, like, 6. so i think ik what i'm talking about 😎 without further ado, here is the list!! it isn't very organised, for which i do apologize :')
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If you have writer’s block, change your document font to Comic Sans. No idea why this works, but it’s a known tip and it really does!
DO NOT edit as you go. If you just can’t seem to stop yourself, set your document to Wingdings. This is especially helpful in your first draft. I personally call my first draft document WORST VERSION JUST PURE GARBAGE or some variation to take the pressure off.
Treat all writing as practice. It’s better to write pages and pages of pure garbage than to be too paralysed by fear of failure and not write at all as a result. At least with garbage you can edit it, see what issues you have with your writing, etc.
If you struggle with editing, try writing everything longhand on paper or printing out a particularly hard chapter (double spaced so you can annotate it) and rewrite it. Also, run your work through text-to-speech to catch typos or little errors you might otherwise overlook!
Google “filter words and how to avoid them”, especially if you write in first person. Focus on showing and not telling, and be wary of using too many adverbs (I’m so guilty of this) and verbs after dialogue. Also avoid epithets! By all means necessary! For example; “the short haired man”, “the brunette”, “the [job title]”. These are common in fanfiction but do not sound good or flow well. They’re often used by novice writers. (I’m guilty of this too! Again, these kinds of things take practice).
If you’re struggling to plot, it can help to write “draft zero”, in which you write out chapters in the least words possible without needing it to sound good. This can give you a skeleton to fill out. You also don’t have to write chronologically; write the fun scenes first or whatever scenes you already have in your head out and build around those!
Speak your dialogue out loud. If it doesn’t flow well, it doesn’t read well either.
Similarly, come back to a chapter / work after a minimum of a day has passed. Looking at it with fresh eyes after a break away can help immensely with weeding out awkward parts, errors or parts you’d like to change.
“Said” is not a bad word; don’t go to insane lengths to avoid it!
Not every piece of dialogue needs a tag; trying to add one to everything without having dialogue by itself makes writing clunky.
For both dialogue and inner monologue, have your characters miss the mark just slightly on what they're trying to say. In reality none of us express ourselves perfectly off the cuff, and you can even communicate a lot about a person through what they omit or avert or misread. (from u/frozenfountain on Reddit)
Usually when people talk, they’re not just talking. What facial expressions are they making? What are they doing with their bodies? Are they just ‘saying’ something or are they stuttering, shouting, or whispering (don’t go overboard with this kinda description, though). You also don’t always have to specify who is speaking; you can establish the people initially and, especially if they speak in distinct ways, it should be clear. Also, learn correct grammar for dialogue. A new speaker should be on a new line.
Vary sentence structure. This is probably the main cause of people feeling that their writing feels "off." A lot of people try to solve repetitive sentence structure with epithets or with unnecessary synonyms, but it only masks the problem, it doesn't solve it.
For example:
"What's going on?" said Bob.
"I don't know. Jill just stormed out of here," said Abigail.
"That's weird. She seemed fine this morning," said Bob.
"I think the stress is finally starting to get to her," said Abigail.
It's boring, right? How NOT to improve it:
"What's going on?" said Bob.
"I don't know. Jill just stormed out of here," said the blue-eyed woman.
"That's weird. She seemed fine this morning," pondered the older man.
"I think the stress is finally starting to get to her," surmised the greenette.
Instead maybe something like:
Bob looked around at the confused faces in the room. "What's going on?"
"I don't know," said Abigail, fidgeting with her necklace. "Jill just stormed out of here."
"That's weird. She seemed fine this morning."
Abigail shrugged. "I think the stress is finally getting to her."
The other problem I see: unless you understand what third person omniscient is and are using it intentionally, it's probably best to pick just one point of view per scene and stick to it. (u/DemyxDancer on Reddit)
Don’t focus on stuff your character wouldn’t just to fill a word count.
Try not to use the same word twice in a paragraph unless they’re connecting words or names/pronouns. At the same time, try not to overuse the thesaurus and use a million synonyms for something - find different ways to describe things. 
Write as though there is no formatting available to you. Adding bold or caps or images or footnotes is cool, but the story should be understood exactly the same without them. This is also an accessibility consideration, since screen readers will miss this extra context if it’s purely visible.
Localised spell check! I use British spell check on Google Docs because I am British but sometimes accidentally use the American versions of words. This can also be immensely helpful if you’re writing dialects / a different form of English than what you’re used to. 
Let go of perfectionism before it kills writing for you. Coraline took Neil Gaiman over a decade to write. Ursula K Le Guin banged out three Earthsea books in 4 years before taking a 12 year break between the third and fourth books in which she took a big interest in feminism and entirely changed the way she wrote female characters. Nothing is going to be perfect initially, and expecting it to be so dooms you before you can start.
Paragraphs!! Punctuation!! So many times I have clicked on a promising looking fanfiction but backed out because I couldn’t read it properly - commas, semicolons and hyphens (and em dashes!) are your friends :)
If possible, shut out everything else during a designated time period and just write. I know this isn’t possible for everyone but should you be able to set a window and have a schedule you’ll find writer’s block to hit you less!
Starting with a lot of exposition can be boring. Short, snappy first lines and/or coming right into the action at the beginning can help hook the reader better. Or alternatively, have a prologue if there’s important exposition that needs to be established at the start!
Writing is inherently hard, even for well established writers. Accepting that will help you more than you’d expect.
Read as much as you write, if not more! Reading makes writing a lot easier. A lot of writing is being inspired by other writers. NOT copying, or plagiarising, but drawing inspiration from them. For example (as we spoke about a couple of days ago), my lovely mutual Livvie @greenlivvie has a colder, more direct and more formal writing style as a lot of what she reads is nonfiction, whereas I read so many gooey romance webtoons and poetry anthologies that my style is extremely warm, probably too descriptive, and rather poetic.
Find the joy in writing! I know engagement is extremely important, especially in fanfiction, but if it’s your only drive you’re destined to burn out. You should write first and foremost for the love of writing. That’s not to say you shouldn’t want engagement, however, and that readers should not give it (PLEASE readers, learn that likes on Tumblr are absolutely useless compared to on other platforms and start reblogging, tagging, and commenting! Here are some relaged posts with creators expressing their frustrations (x) (x) (x) so you can understand WHY it matters so much to us. On AO3, comments mean the world!)
Bad writers tend to think they are amazing and infallible, while good writers tend to think they are terrible. It’s about not letting that self doubt stop you from creating entirely! Also, if possible, find someone to beta your work and give their concrit, especially if you find yourself hating your work but not knowing why.
“Abandon the idea that you are ever going to finish. Lose track of the 400 pages and write just one page for each day. It helps.” - John Steinbeck
Write through the eyes of the character, not the lens of a camera (for third person).
“No matter how worried you are about that chapter, no matter how badly you think you botched something, do not tell your readers this, and if you can't help it, put your notes/concerns at the end of the chapter. If you tell a reader at the beginning of a chapter "this chapter is not my best", they will read it in a different light than if you had said nothing at all. If you're looking for feedback on the chapter, put your notes at the end. Let the reader read the chapter "fresh". They'll form their own thoughts and opinions, and then only after that, they'll read your comments/concerns/questions and are more likely to respond to them candidly, rather than having the chapter flavoured by worry or doubt. Your work is good, don't tell people otherwise.” (from u/Panoramic_Vacuum on Reddit)
Don't write your scenes/chapters differently than you originally wanted just for the sake of ''censorship'' to be able to maybe target a larger/different audience! Always write stuff exactly the way you always imagine(d), no matter how dark, bloody, sexual, whatever it might be. A story that is deliberately ''pruned'' will never have the same significance an ''uncensored'' one has. And for characters, always remember the one tenet:
''It doesn't matter how small or unimportant a character might seem at first, they always should be interesting and compelling in their own right, not just be means for the purpose of another character.'' (from u/JokeyZockey on Reddit)
Always remember the five senses as you write
Note down ideas or lines you think of when you think of them. You will probably forget them otherwise. I am totally not talking from experience 😭
In writing fanfiction, you’re writing for free! No apologising for slow updates, no apologising for hiatuses, again Coraline took OVER A DECADE to be finished and published yet you feel bad for not pumping out work every day? Readers do not get to be entitled, they are consuming free content from you and that in itself is a privilege. Readers, please be mindful that we are regular ass people with school and work and other commitments, and also be mindful that if you do not interact with our work that’s only going to serve to motivate us even LESS.
Reward yourself! Wrote a chapter, or hit a word count goal, or finished a plot? Watch a film you like, or buy your favourite snack, or have a long ass bath with a bunch of shit from Lush that makes your house smell like a perfume shop for years afterwards. Rewarding ourselves pleases our primal little monkey brains and makes it a lot easier to get past writer’s block, knowing there’s something in it for us at the end. 
AND FINALLY! Ignore everyone as much as you want to. You should be writing for fun, for yourself - hell if you wanna ignore these points that’s entirely your prerogative. People will tell you not to write certain tropes, or leave unnecessary criticism, or be demanding when they could totally just go write the fics themselves if they care that much. Write because you like to, and you will find your audience :)
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i hope you could find even one tip in this list helpful! reblogging with your own tips is encouraged actually :) much love to my fellow writers, it's thankless sometimes and difficult basically all of the time but it's fun and i meet absolutely lovely people on here doing so 💞
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Have you ever Heard about Tamamo no Mae. If not you can look her up on YouTube but in summary, She was a nine tailed fox Who is credited with the fall of several empires in Asia delights in torture and hobbies were corrupting rulers and toppling empires she was said to have finally been killed in Japan where her body turned into a stone called the killing stone which has recently broken making money believe that her spirit is now free.
now with all of that laid out I would like to request something for the Star Wars kitsune AU. What if She existed in Star Wars. And when she became free she tried to corrupt the king of whichever planet she was on and the people called for help from the Republic to stop her and Anakin had a fight with her. I Magine Anakin being very shook about meeting another Kitsune and seeing just how bad he could be.
Oh I have not! I might have to look her up because thats a good vibe - I have an OC who is partially similar but I think they would be good friends :) she's all about chaos, vengeance, and upending the complacent rulers of nations to create change in an otherwise stagnant environment. I do love the idea of Anakin actually encountering another Kitsune within the Galaxy, as all the others are believed to be extinct or out in the unknown regions. Especially one who is very much Dark Side aligned. The idea I'm currently rotating though is based on the concept that the Jedi Temple was built upon a Sith Temple in order to seal the font of corruption from within it. But that Sith Temple had already attracted an eight-tailed Fox, hellbent on acheiving the final ninth tail by absorbing energy from the font the Temple resided on. Instead, it's obssession with gaining power caused it to remain there until it died, not moving to even eat, and so it just withered away to bones before it could acheive it's ninth tail. I can vividly imagine Anakin exploring into the lower levels, maybe following the scent of corruption, and coming across this decayed Temple and the gigantic skeleton of an ancient Kitsune. As he approaches, a single eye illuminates and fixes upon Anakin, unable to move it's deceased body but still clinging to it's corporeal form as it's life's goal was left incomplete...
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skullsnbruises · 2 months
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pspspspspsp i have eine prompt for you ^_^
SO
tommy and his family (which is just phil and techno) live in a village which rests at the bottom of a ravine. tommy doesn't really like this, what with his intense need to explore, so he finds himself extremely bored most of the time
one day, tommy wakes up in the middle of the night, goes to make techno responsible for his insomnia, and finds the guy missing! :0 he doesn't really think anything of it as the guy did stay out some nights. but, as days and nights passed, he noticed a big absence of techno!
now, this didn't just strike concern. he figured that techno was clearly returning from his outings, so clearly he couldn't have been in any kind of danger. therefore, it means techno found something to do in this piss-poor town!
tommy decides to test his theory by following after techno one night. he heard his brother whispering to himself and figured he was probably about to head out. so, he trails after the guy, through their empty village and out into a forest. they keep going, past the forest (where he totally didn't almost get shot by skeletons and eaten by zombies) and into a field that reeked of death and musk.
he almost considered turning back on account of his growing fear (though he'd never admit that), but he persisted. he wanted to know!
eventually, after a lot more walking that made him literally want to die on the spot, they reached the end of the ravine. except...it didn't look like the end. there was some kind of cave opening, and as he got closer, he registered the carvings in the cave's mouth, mimicked the jaws of a snake. tommy's fear disappeared due to his curiosity. he trails quietly after techno into the cave.
finally, the small tunnel opened into something much bigger. tommy was about to confront techno, but he was cut off as techno lights a torch and starts calling out for something....a..dream?
then, abruptly, startling the shit out of him, something moves and rises up, and up, and---he lays eyes on the biggest thing he's ever seen in his life. that's a naga.
"this is my brother, tommy," techno says, a bit too casually. he knew he was here? and worse, he knew this giant being?
then, suddenly, a pair of giant glowing green eyes fall onto him.
"tommy! i've heard of you," the naga responds.
SSORY THIS IS SO LONG I PUT IT IN TINY FONT TO MAKE IT LESS LONG AND OVERWHELMING CAUSE LONG ASSKS SCARE THE HELL OUT OF ME AHA,,, feel free to change characters or just NOT use this prompt. i'd be very embarrassed if this wasn't the prompt you were talking about but regardless i hope you like it and find some kind of motivation 🙏🙏🙏
okay bye bye love ya!! /p
I AM POSTING THIS SO TUMBLR DOESNT EAT IT AGAIN BUT WHEN I HAVE COMPLETED IT I WILL LINK BACK TO THIS POST !!!!!!!!
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babbybones · 2 years
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finding sans and papyrus’s birthdays
inspired by how spamton fans near-unanimously agreed on a birthday for their beloved big shot, I began to wonder: could any other UTDR characters be assigned “birth dates” that made so much sense, fans might universally accept them? I tried to see if this was already the case, but generally only found headcanon posts linking existing holidays to the respective characters’ traits or interests.
… but I just can’t settle for “national puzzle day” or “national spaghetti day” being papyrus’s birthday!! when it came to the skeleton brothers, it felt best to refer to the histories of their respective namesakes. I thought, what if I just looked up the dates when those typefaces were created? and so I ended up compiling these lists of notable dates (also note that the years are not so important to me in this case because, unlike a character like spamton, sans and papyrus are not really in-universe personifications of their fonts):
Comic Sans
October 1994 - Vincent Connare began making Comic Sans. (source) March 10, 1995 - Release of Microsoft Bob. Comic Sans was designed for this software, but was ultimately not ready to be used in it. August 24, 1995 - The typeface was first publicly released as part of Microsoft Plus! for Windows 95. Microsoft Plus and Windows 95, while separate, seem to have been released simultaneously. (1) (2) October 15(?), 1995 - Microsoft 3D Movie Maker is released. This is often cited as the first documented use of Comic Sans. (1) (2) November 19, 1996 - First time Comic Sans was bundled with Microsoft Office.
in this case, the best possible date appears to be August 24, when comic sans first became available to the public. however…
Papyrus
May 6, 1983 - Date on Chris Costello’s final design sketch for the Papyrus font. (assuming MM/DD/YY format, as he is American) (source) Late January 1984 - Papyrus appeared in Letraset’s catalog. This would technically count as the first “public release” of Papyrus, but I can’t find an exact date, and it’s incredibly hard to find information about Letraset catalogs online. November 19, 1996 - First time Papyrus was bundled with Microsoft Office (and apparently the first time Papyrus was released as a digital font).
… the date papyrus became available to the public is only known to be “sometime in late january.” the next best option would probably be May 6, the date on the design sketch, but this would: 1. make papyrus’s birthday designation inconsistent with sans’s, which is instead a release date (though maybe this isn’t such a big deal), and 2. run ridiculously close to spamton’s birthday, potentially causing conflict/overshadowing (AND ALSO BE 2 DAYS FROM NOW!!!)
another option might be November 19, the date papyrus debuted as a digital font… but what do you think? should I run a poll or something? thoughts?
🚨 oops i drafted this entire post and forgot about wingdings 🚨
Wingdings
“1990 and 1991” - Kris Holmes and Charles Bigelow design the Wingdings fonts (source) December 9, 1991 - Patent filed by Microsoft (source) April 6, 1992 - Windows 3.1 release, with which Wingdings was included (source)
if we follow the “first public release date” pattern, then gaster’s birthday would be April 6!
let me know what you think. thanks for reading!
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anneimaginesundertale · 3 months
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Skeleton Children
There are currently six babybones hanging around in The Best of All Timelines, with a seventh one on the way. All the kiddos have fonts but we didn't use their entire font name for their names. (Covered By Your Grace Gaster is just a little bit of a mouthful...)
The kids are:
Randy Bistroke Gaster (@pureangleda and Blue) -- 5 years old
Cherry Swash Gaster (@pureangleda and Blue) -- 2 years old
Someday Joy Gaster (mine with Sweets) -- 4 years old
Grace Optima Gaster (mine with Sweets) -- 2 years old (twin)
Gideon Roman Gaster (mine with Sweets) -- 2 years old (twin)
Poppy Osseus (Boss and Trashy) -- 2 years old
More details under the cut about all these cuties!
Feel free to send asks for the kiddos! I'd love to write more about them! They're so cute!!!!
Blue and Ray (@pureangleda) have two kids: Randy Bistroke and Cherry Swash.
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Randy Bistroke Gaster is 5 years old. He just had his Pokemon birthday party back in December. He's in kindergarten (or maybe junior kindergarten based on his age). Randy has a round skull similar to his dad's and big blue eyelights. He's got his mom's curly brown hair, which he doesn't like having cut. (It's getting a little floppy lately.)
He loves Pokemon and generally anything that lets him run around and pretend he's great at battles like Dad and some of his uncles. He also loves to give hugs. His standard greeting is a big hug and "I'm Randy! I love you!" even to people he hasn't met. (His parents are working with him on that.) Right now Randy wants to be a Pokemon trainer when he grows up. Or a detective like Uncle G. He's not sure yet. He adores his baby sister Cherry. She's the best baby sister in the world!
Cherry Swash Gaster is 2 years old and the oldest of the Two Crew. She loves to move and recently started a baby ballet/gymnastics class to help her get all her energy out. She's also moving out of a "No Clothes!" phase. (That was partially solved by getting her ballerina outfits, but now the girl is a glitter bomb...) She tries very hard to keep up with her big brother and her older cousin Someday, but she's also besties with her twin and her cousin Poppy. She is absolutely fearless, something which causes Ray near heart attacks almost daily.
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Sweets and I (Anne) have three kids: Someday, and our twins Grace and Gideon.
Someday Joy Gaster — My little sunshine girl. Sometimes we call her Sundae instead of Someday because Randy couldn't say her name right when she came along. She's full of joy and has a big, beautiful smile like her daddy's (but, Sweets notes, without the need for orthodontia). She's a little blondie right now but that might change as she gets older. (My hair did.) She likes to have her hair in pigtails or braids. She wears glasses (currently pink ones). Her favorite phrase is "Me too!" She's jealous that Randy gets to be in big kid school when she's still in pre-k but she loves her teachers.
(Covered By Your) Grace Optima Gaster — Twins with Gideon. They're the youngest of the Two Crew. Gracie is my wild, headstrong girl. She looks a lot like her Uncle Sansy. She's got just enough brown hair for a couple of little floofer pigtails, and very expressive golden eyelights. Her favorite phrase is "Not fair!" Out of the twins, Grace is the chatty one. She never has an unexpressed thought and her vocab is impressive for a two year old! (Don't ask which uncle taught her some of those words. No one has confessed.) She adores her twin but will often run ahead of him and then remember and run back.
Gideon Roman Gaster — My sweet serious boy. He was born a few minutes after Grace and is much quieter than her. (There are trees quieter than Gracie, but that's beside the point.) Gideon looks a lot like his daddy with about the same amount of brown hair as his twin. He's got deep blue eyes. Gideon is very shy and tends to look pretty solemn. He's definitely a little bit of a mama's boy right now, which is absolutely fine by me. While his sisters are running around, Gideon likes to go at his own pace and observe everything. He also loves to be read to. If there is a grownup with an unoccupied lap, Gideon will wander over with a book and ask, "Read?" No one can resist those big eyes!
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Boss and Trashy have one daughter, Poppy, and one baby on the way.
Poppy Osseus is our final member of the Two Crew, but she was actually the second one born. She is already proving to be a spunky, energetic little thing and she absolutely loves the outdoors. She would spend every moment of her life outside if she could. Poppy alternates between insisting on pretty princess dresses (especially if she can wear her fairy wings with them) and overalls with "cool shirt". (The current "cool shirt" has a black cat under a mushroom and has been deemed the "Doofmanger" shirt.) She has a cute little curly brown pixie cut at the moment and insists on accessorizing with bows and barrettes and hats. (Sometimes all at once.) Whatever she's wearing, it better have pockets, because Poppy will put every rock, flower, bug, cool bit of moss, or mudball she can find into her pockets. She likes to share her collection. More than one uncle has been shocked to hear "Lookit!" and be handed a roly poly bug/caterpillar/dandelion. When she's not outside, Poppy hosts very fancy tea parties with Daddy. Boss keeps a picture of the two of them looking very fancy on his desk at work.
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logan368 · 1 year
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hiya I was wondering if you could Empires smp solidarity x f!reader?
Where the reader gets injured by a skeleton
AHHHHHH MY FIRST ASK, YES YES ILY /P. Also sorry I didn't make the reader female, I prefer to give them gender neutral pronouns so my content can be read by everyone :)
Warnings: Mention of injury
It's okay! I'm fine!
Solidarity x Reader
You hadn't even realized how late it was until you got out of the cave you were mining in and grumbled to yourself. Checking your inventory for a bed you saw that you didn't have one on you. "What idiot doesnt bring a bed with them when mining!" You grumbles to yourself and sighed putting your elytra on. You were quite a bit away from your base and the closest person around was Jimmy in his Mesa so you decided now was a good time as ever to stop by the sheriff's humble abode.
You had been flying when you reached the outside of Jimmy's empire. You smiled he had a nice empire building up. You realized that this was the first time you'd stopped by as you'd been busy setting up your own empire in the desert. You softly flew down and landed on the ground right outside his empire with a yawn. You walked down the path it was really dark and there were mobs everywhere but you sped walk. The faster you got there the quicker you could get to safety and bed. As you were walking you yelped in pain, a skeleton shot you in the shoulder. "Ouch!" You turned towards the skeleton and pulled out your sword attacking it while getting hit by another arrow in the leg by a different skeleton. You searched for your bow pulling it out and killing the skeletons after a few hits before ignoring the pain in your leg as you dashed towards the mesa.
By the time you got to the door of a specific sheriff you caught your breath your leg aching and both your leg and shoulder bleeding. You slowly knocked a few times feeling bad for waking the poor man. You stood there a few moments before the door opened with a confused Jimmy standing there.
"Whos knocking on my door in the middle of the night?" He yawned and looked at you. "Oh dear Joel! (Haha get it cus Joel's God i swear this needs to become an actual thing) Y/N you look horrible."
You chuckled sheepishly at the sheriff using your good arm to rub the back of your head. "Sorry to bother you so late Mr. Sheriff but I'm incredibly tired and your place was the closest nearby."
"Dont apologize! Come in, sit down let me get you some bandages for your shoulder!"
"Its okay Jimmy im fine really, it's nothing too terribly bad." You tried to calm the man in font of you down while sitting in the chair as it felt nice to stop standing on your leg. Jimmy dissapeared for a second before coming back with a first aid kit.
"Here let me pull the arrow out of your shoulder." He rolled your sleeve up and slowly and gently pulled the arrow out of your shoulder.
"Ow." You whined out As soon as the weapon was pulled out of you he put it on the table and put a bandage on it before wrapping it up. Him accidentally nudging your leg which caused another "Ow!" To slip from you.
"Oh Y/N! I'm so sorry I didn't even notice." He quickly finished wrapping up your shoulder before pulling the arrow out of your thigh and doing the same process. "I'm going to go get some of my spare clothes so you can change out of these bloody ones, and ill help you to my bed."
"Oh no Jimmy im fine! I can sleep on the couch, I don't need to sleep in your bed."
"Hey, it's okay I don't mind, you're injured."
You sighed as he helped you out of the chair and too his bed. "Thanks Jimmy."
"No problem, im the sheriff its my job to help people."
He helped you sit on the bed and grabbed some spare clothes out of his closet. "Here you go, ill be just down the hall if you need me at all just shout."
"Alrighty Mr. Sheriff."
He rolled his eyes at the little nickname before heading back to the living room to get settled on the couch.
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Over the Steam Character personalities: The Font Family.
Sky/Papyrus: Sky is a loud and proud skeleton, always brimming with positivity and optimism. Despite being somewhat Childish and innocent, Sky can recognise other people’s feelings and situations, often offering help even if they were strangers. He can, at times, be quite full of himself, his ego and confidence causing him to act out and present himself as some kind of larger-than-life figure, going out of his way to do tasks that he either can’t or doesn’t have experience in. But he isn’t a fool, as he’s quite smart with certain subjects such as puzzles and writing. Once he’s learnt something which he enjoys, it sticks like glue.
Unlike most other Papyruses, Sky has reached a degree of popularity due to his writing and puzzle work, which has caused his need for validation and love to be less intense, though it is still an apparent trait of his. Sky is extremely proud of his own efforts, often bragging about his hard work and training to anyone who would listen. However, he does still wish to aim higher, wishing to join the Royal Air Force to be a beacon of adoration and love. However, this isn’t a completely selfish desire as he believes joining the Royal Air Force will allow him to help more people with the popularity it will bring.
Sky has large amounts of faith in himself and other people, Having the “Everyone can be a good person if they try” mentality, though he aims higher than that, believing Everyone can be a great person if they try, and then an ever greater person If they try to improve. He supports everyone he meets, strangers and friends! He’s so steadfast in this belief, he’s willing to put his life on the line. Around his brother in private, Sky tends to be more calm and less boastful.
Copper/Sans: This Sans is similar to his classic canon part in many ways, while still differing. Sans is a lazy, relaxed guy who always seems to have a smile on his face, and not just in the physical sense. He presents himself as an approachable guy, who never seems to get angry and always knows the right thing to say. He loves messing with people, friends or strangers, with harmless pranks and tricks with often child-like ideas, though he never goes too far and always respects the other person’s boundaries.
Copper enjoys hanging out with people and making them laugh, often making either puns or jokes, much to the enjoyment of most people. Though not everything is sunshine and rainbows for the Skeleton. He’s not as apathetic as his canon counterpart due to timelines never being a problem, though he still does have some mindset problems. He has trouble finding passion in life, as he often sees into different universes, wondering if anyone’s actions have true meaning when eventually both humans and monsters will be nothing but dust and every action already has and hasn’t happened.. He keeps these thoughts to himself, being an expert at hiding his own feelings. Even with his depressive thoughts, he still cares about the people around him and supports them. With his the one he supports is his brother, who in return tries to help Sans through his depressive attitude, being one of the few who’s aware.
W.D Gaster: Gaster was once a silent but kind man, someone who used their actions to present themselves instead of words. Having an incredibly creative mind, Gaster wanted to be able to help his fellow monsters while delving deeper into the secrets of the world itself. He had an analytical mindset tempered by his empathy, which allowed him to have a balanced outlook on life. He was cold, but caring. Quiet, but expressive. Confident yet careful. He had an intense curiosity, an almost crippling deserve to unravel reality itself, to crack space in half and peer into the darkness. But, he had always been brought back by his care for his fellow monsters and his friends. He has a strained relationship with his Father
This was before he fell into the core. After Gaster’s accident, His body wasn’t the only thing that had been damaged, his soul too. Clogged up with magical power, It was like Gaster was stuck in a void, a dark, unending reality. It felt as if he could see through the cracks in reality, to watch as worlds rose and fell. He could hear himself, the infinite number of himself that existed in every when and where. A Proud Father, a monstrous doctor, A man who never existed, a kind mother, The unchecked code in reality, the ever-constant non-constant, a whirlwind of nothingness yet everything. It drove the doctor to insanity, and then back to sanity, and then insanity, and once more to sanity, then to insanity, then to a state which was neither yet both. Perhaps he was nothing at all, though he knew that was wrong, for he was everything. Soon the echos of the void became acceptable, became him. He slowly was able to focus. There was no way to judge how he felt because he felt everything yet nothing. A walking contradiction, an error in reality. Perhaps the only thing that remained was his curiosity, which led him to dive deeper into understanding himself.
The third point of Gaster’s personality is after he removed a portion of his soul. He had lost the ability to hear into the void, but its echo forever left a scar on him. This Gaster was much colder and put together than his previous self. Neither inherently kind nor cruel, Gaster swung on the edge of insanity at every moment. One moment the deathly silence of the infinite end to all bombarded his thoughts, the next a possessive need to work. He tried to act normal, to treat others as once before. But that was a certain meaningless to it, a feeling that it didn’t matter, for in the infinite cosmos every action they took was nothing. But if one thing was constant with W.D. Gaster, it was his curiosity. An addiction that was perhaps his one constant.
This curiosity was what allowed Gaster to continue on in the world, to keep himself anchored. His social skills had deteriorated, and he became a mockery of his former self, A stranger in his own bone. He could barely hold a conversation about anything other than facts and theories, his own knowledge. He began to detest talking to others, avoiding conversation to be by himself and his constantly squirming thoughts. Perhaps his most strained relationship was with his “Sons”, the keys to his next experiments. He treated as kindly as a man in his state could, Like objects that needed to be protected. Until they reached a stable age for experimentation, He could not afford them breaking, So he was gentle with them, attending to their needs not out of love, but need. He was neither kind nor cruel, only curious and smart. His actions were planned and thought out, every emotional reaction precise and controlled. Almost like a machine.
Semi Serif/Grandpa Semi: The Grandfather of Sans and Papyrus, Grandpa Semi is the cool old man you’d want to hang out with. He’s kind, groovy and always trying to stay “Hip” with the kids. He’s a bit of a grouch in his old age, always complaining about new trends and weird technology which he doesn’t understand, but he’s never outright rude or angry. He cares about his grandsons very much but doesn’t treat them like babies anymore and encourages them to find their own path in life… Though he can’t help getting worried, so he gave them a job at his own company.
Speaking of work, Grandpa Semi takes his newspaper company very seriously, managing the funding and operations by himself. He believes that society can only function with unbiased truth and hard facts. He has a dislike for the monarchy conceptally and believes the people should hold the power. Even with that, he doesn’t mind the actual rulers as so far they’ve been fine. He loves to joke around, often making some kind of outlandish claim and then following it up with “Well, back in my day!”
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stinkducc · 2 months
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Fanargument Honor among theaves, a Wonder Over Yonder ficlet drabble thing
no beta, minor editing, I'm dying and so are you (mortality amiright?) No tags, this ain't Ao3 canon typical shenanigans and violence
"But peepers! They already like everything about me!" The skeletal leader of many eyes complained when his second in command tried and tried to get him to listen "I could just, single one out-" "Sir" "Ask her on a date" "Sir, please" "We meet there and she compliments my robe" "SIR YOU CAN'T!!!" The commander shouts over the romantic ramblings. "And Why should I Listen to you about how to treat MY fans??" The immature skeleton beast raised his voice against his perceived lesser.
"Because they are MY fans." He steps aside so the group of previously screaming girls revealed their various dedications to the present evil mastermind. A signed replica thunderbolt helmet smashes lightning bolt hair clips on one's head, one pulls out a homemade and well loved, not to mention flattering, plushie with one eye, a third's dress inexplicably changes it's colors from hater pattern red to peekaboo pattern purple, wander is here sporting two flags (it seems he's on both sides of this argument), and the last fan rips off a tattoo that reads H8R in a goofy font to reveal a fan art metal poster of Commander Peepers absolutely killing it on the bass. After the fans shed their disguises they expertly and in unison sing his two word jingle to further solidify his statement.
"Now, Sir, I hated lying to you, but I just thought you needed a little motivation to-" "SHUT UP!" he went straight to flinging electricity at his oldest friend when a squeaky noise hit the side of his skull.
"You Leave Peepers alone, You mean Skeleton!" The smallest and newest recruit to the CPeeps fan club was standing between Hater and a cowering Peepers. The rest of the group is quick to back their youngest "How sad do you have to be to be this quick to abuse someone smaller than you?" "So much for greatest in the universe" "Not even greatest on his own ship" "How is it his ship when he doesn't run anything"
"Ladies, ladies" Wander is quick to step in for the defense of his pal "Can't we settle down and talk about this over tea"
"Oh, so just cause we're LADIES we like TEA huh?!" "Woa Nell, That's Wander, of course he doesn't-" "Yeah, I would never." Wander interrupts "He interrupted me! HOLD ME BACK NELL"
"QUIET!!!" Peepers finally regained his footing, "Life has been AWFUL Since you we're allowed on board the skull ship and you have officially outstayed your welcome! GET OUT!!!"
The group shrugs and gets to marching out the door with quiet chatter among themselves "Did you see that Sue? He was looking right at me when he yelled" "Were you recording?" "I can't believe you actually threw Commander Plushers at him" With a slam the door to the main deck separated the Commander from his fanbase of chattering teenagers.
"I can't believe you lied to be about being popular." "Aww, c'mon Hatey, he lied about being popular to make you happy!" Wander chimed in, waving both flags "WHO ASKED YOU!!!" the evil friends yelled in unison. "Awwww! It looks like the two a you are gettin along swell now! Toodles!"
With a growl from deep in his bones, lord Hater chases after the orange wanderer off of his ship in a reckless attempt at his life.
Peepers lets loose a mighty sigh and orders a few guards to make sure the Tumblrinas make it successfully off of his warcraft without swiping and or breaking anything, knowing full well that he might find at least a couple of them in the halls the next morning. Right now, all he was worried about was the next battle plans.
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s-harpermarcel · 1 year
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Blue, green, yellow, orange, red.
Funny how fluorescent lights made every color neon and dull simultaneously. Flashy advertisements, bright colors, bold fonts screaming look, buy, buy, buy, until it all blended in with the humming of the lights and the fridges. Or maybe Amos had just been staring blankly at the shelves for too long. It was always a sign that he needed to shut up and go to bed when he started waxing poetic like he was in middle school again.
Blue, yellow, orange.
He had worked at this gas station outside of town on the side of this middle-of-nowhere highway for most of high school now, and though he just switched over to the night shift, he found that the graveyard wasn’t any different from the day. It was preferable, honestly. His boss, an annoyingly peppy 50-year-old man who peaked in high school and was still chasing his varsity football glory days, didn't put up a fuss about rescheduling. In fact, he barely let Amos finish talking before enthusiastically agreeing. His boss definitely viewed it as “protecting the sad disabled Jewish girl from the big mean jocks that tried to jump her that past July,” instead of actually listening to anything that came out of Amos’ mouth, but frankly he was past the point of caring enough to be annoyed. His boss never came in this late, and neither did anyone else, so it was a win in his book.
Yellow, red.
Even when the animal mutilations turned into serial murders in the tiny town of Whitewater, working graveyard was a breeze. Technically he wasn’t supposed to be working this late, especially not alone, but Buddy System be damned! Amos had propane and shitty off-brand chips to sell! Besides, it had been a whole two months since the murders began, and Amos hadn’t so much as caught a glimpse of the so-called “Whitewater Ripper.” So, he closed up the store, shut off the lights, locked the door, and hopped on his bike to ride back to his house on the edge of town without a second thought.
Black, blue, purple, green.
He rode his bike along the highway past the soybean fields, completely barren save for him. There were no streetlights, only the dim light of the stars and half-moon, and the light on his bike. His headphones were busted, so there was no sound except for the wheels against the pavement. Not even the crickets sang. 
Black, blue, purple, yellow.
Amos was crossing the bridge over the Whitewater River into town when a light caught his eye from beneath the bridge. Assuming it was freshmen smoking under the bridge, he barely turned his head before dismissing it. He was halfway across the bridge when the rock struck his front wheel, causing him to lose his balance and fall. Whispering curses, Amos sat up and looked around, finding not a rock, but a whole chunk of concrete lodged in the spokes. Okay, what the fuck. This wasn’t him being clumsy; some asshole definitely threw that at him on purpose. He stood and turned on his phone’s flashlight and walked to the railing. “Hey man, what’s your fucking problem?” He called out, leaning over the railing.
Blue, yellow.
He barely registered that something gripped his ankle before it yanked, sending him crashing onto the pavement, dropping his phone and hitting his head. He only had time to gasp before it pulled him off of the bridge and into the shallow water below. 
Yellow.
Amos coughed and sputtered, splashing and stumbling to his feet, blinking through the throbbing in his skull and the sudden yellow light. Then, he saw it. A woman a few inches taller than him, completely naked, dusty white skin clinging to her bones and wet greasy yellow hair tied in a tangled ponytail. She didn’t hold a light, she was the light, her entire skeleton glowing neon yellow through her skin as she stood there, legs bent and crooked like she didn’t know to stand. She stared at him and she smiled, a big, toothy grin illuminating her face, corners of her too-large mouth pinned to her ears. She began to laugh, and Amos ran.
Yellow, yellow, yellow.
Amos stumbled through the ankle-high water, letting out a cry of panic as he stepped off the concrete platform, the water suddenly coming up to his knees. He made for the bank, hoping, praying that if he made it back to the road, this thing wouldn’t follow him into town. She laughed, louder. A hand seized the back of his hair.
Red, blue.
He was shoved down into the water, splitting his forehead open on the rocks.
Red.
He pushed himself back up, gasping for air.
Red, red, red.
It bashed his head into the rock, over, and over, and over.
Red, red, red.
His eye caught a jagged corner of a rock. He screamed, only to be muffled by the water as he was shoved back under.
Red, red, red.
This was how he was going to die.
Black.
He remembered when the angel first fell into his backyard, the dazzling kaleidoscope it left as it streaked across the sky and plummeted down, down into the earth.
Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple.
Its body was alabaster white, limbs scattered across the lawn, the charred outline of wings burnt into the grass and glowing.
Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple.
He remembered watching as it opened its eyes, all of them, streaked diagonally across its body, glowing that same neon yellow. He remembered watching it string itself back together, like a ball-jointed doll with invisible joints, air between body between arm between elbow between hand.
Yellow.
It wasn’t the same yellow. The angel was good. The angel was kind. The angel was strange, and frightening, but not like this. The angel ate the cicadas in the yard, not the bone marrow from his body.
Red.
Dear G-d, this was how he was going to die. They were going to find him on the bank, ripped open and discarded like a candy wrapper.
Black.
Amos didn’t feel the Whitewater Ripper tear his flesh. Instead, he felt the cushion of the chair, the leather of the upholstery. He didn’t smell the blood, only tobacco.
Black, brown, grey.
He opened his eye to find himself in what looked like a 1920’s jazz lounge. What an odd way for his life to flash before his eyes. He had seen the inside of the town bar before, but it didn’t look like this.
Black, white.
“What a nasty little thing. Sorry about your eye, by the way. Not much I could really do about that.” A voice, low and smooth, came from his left. In another armchair sat a tall, handsome man with smooth black skin like obsidian and piercing white pupils. He was dressed in a simple black suit, and his locs were braided down his back. “You look tense. Go ahead and make yourself comfortable, you’ll be here for a minute. Want something to drink?” He held out his hand, and a glass of dark liquor materialized in it.
“G-d?” Amos finally stuttered out.
The man laughed. “No, but I understand your confusion.” The whiskey glass disappeared as he stretched out his hand. “You can call me Don.”
Hesitantly, Amos shook his hand. “I’m Amos.”
“I know. Good choice for a name, it suits you.”
“…Am I dead?”
“For now.”
Amos fell silent.
Black, brown, white, grey.
Don took a drag of his cigar, and quietly sang along to the jazz playing from an unseen gramophone.
“Where am I?” Amos asked.
“Limbo,” Don said. “Did a little bit of redecorating before you arrived, though. Thought my current decor would be a little overwhelming for you, so I downsized back to something a little more comfortable.”
“I don’t understand.”
“I’d love to explain, but there isn’t enough time left. Maybe next time.”
“What?”
White.
Amos woke up in a bed, staring up at white ceiling tiles and cringing in the sudden light. Something was beeping, and he opened his mouth to ask what it was, but all that came out was a sputtering cough that made his chest ache and his head pound. Suddenly there were voices shouting for him, and two more soft-spoken voices chiming in.
Red, blue.
His sister’s head popped into view, eyes rimmed with red and still in her rumpled pajamas. She was talking, but Amos wasn’t listening. A latex-gloved hand on her shoulder gently pulled her away to give him room to breathe.
Yellow, green.
His head rolled to the side, and he saw the angel sitting in a chair beside the hospital bed wearing one of his mom’s sweaters. He stared into its yellow eyes, and it stared back, knowingly.
Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple.
His three friends flooded into the room, all still in their pajamas, crying and talking over one another. His friend’s mother and a man in blue followed behind, notepad and pen poised for questioning. Amos closed his eyes. All he knew was that it was time to quit his job.
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iced-souls · 11 months
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ok I’m back, I figured I should post these first just cause yeah—
But soop’s universe font skeletons thing that I mentioned a little long while back
I did some doods, and just now coloured them just to give a little bit of pizzaz
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So we got some more characters for that universe yahooooo
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omegamotel · 9 months
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Papyront, compared to the other running the hotel, it the most generic Spamton <--> Papyrus swap here. He's made purely to be a swap. No extra AU, no nothing. Just this. Now, that doesn't mean he has nothing! He's a "Fontison", specifically one based off of the Papyrus font. For a short while, he'd become the most famous font existing due to his connection to his brother, CS. However, at the height of his popularity (where he became more popular than CS), his brother got jealous and angry with him, so he threw him out on his own.
Thanks to his connection to the font Comic Sans being thrown out the window, and CS beginning to berate and discredit the skeleton, Papyront would have not only been forgotten, but berated and hared by society. Many bad things happened, and many people tried to "fix" the font (Via Lightworld), leaving Papyront as he looks today.
He'd be arguably the most chaotic and crazed of the three Papyri running this AU Hub. He's the one getting them into trouble, and probably needs a bath. To be fair, he is the leader of the group, although that's only because he's the most vocal of the group.
Definitely the craziest of the three, he's going to be the one causing all the trouble at The Omega Hotel - Opening Soon to a blog by the same name near you!
(Papyront is Trouslin' A Bone's Spamton <--> Papyrus take)
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ratsoh-writes · 2 years
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Im hoooome~
What are sime unwritten rules for interacting with fire elemental and skeleton monsters specifically?
-edgy.🦩
Fire elemental:
NEVER throw liquids at them without warning. That’s basically giving the elemental a free pass to burn your eyebrows off
A really good compliment is saying they look extra bright that day
Fire elementals are said to have a weakness for greasy food (usually true) so fast food is a safe gift.
Skeletons:
Never stick your hands in their eye sockets or their ribs. Just cause they look empty at the moment doesn’t mean they actually are. Plus who wants to be poked in the lung or eyeball
Assume they can’t swim unless they say otherwise.
If you hear a monster with a font name, it’s probably a skelly. It’s a skeleton monster thing
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