#hi i'm dumping my random story ideas here again
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PROJECT: PURITY
PROJECT: PURITY - DAY 1 (DECEMBER 1ST, 2037)
It has been done. It has finally been done. I've created life itself.
It seems crazy, out of this world, even, but it is quite the extraordinary feat. A pure substance has been created, a small creature resembling a blob of blue slime which seems to move at its own will. The creature was created by...
[The page is covered with blue slime, covering all of the words.]
Its presence brought a strange effect onto me. I'd been quarantining myself in this lab ever since I'd gotten one of the numerous plagues that have been ravaging the lands since who knows how long ago. Every day I'd wake up feeling exhausted, like I was about to collapse, struggling to carry on with my work. The coughing fits would happen again and again at any given time.
This strange blob changed all of it. The coughing fits seemed to cease, and I felt more energetic than I had before. It was as if its presence could somehow cure all the plagues inflicted onto me.
For years I'd believed that we needed something more to solve the problem. Everything that had been created to help us fight these plagues worked, but not enough. We needed more. If none of these artificial means could work, perhaps we needed the help of life itself.
I know it sounds insane, but it actually worked. This intelligent blue blob with a conscience and the ability to move to its own will can save us. I believe it.
Now, all I need to do is to run a few more tests, and we can finally show this creation to the world.
At last, the world will be pure again.
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PROJECT: PURITY - DAY 5 (DECEMBER 5TH, 2037)
The subject behaves strangely. It is a sentient blob of blue slime, but after all these days of investigation it still seems to act the same way: like a friendly, sociable creature.
It has been trying to get out of its glass container for a while now. Whenever I approach it, it's as if its emotions light up, and it squishes itself against the glass container, trying to reach me. When I leave, it squishes itself against the other side of the container, as if dejected upon my departure.
In other words, this creature acts more human than I've ever expected it to act. Has it someone learnt to mimic my behaviour? Or is it a built in response in the minds of sentient blue blobs of slime? So many questions, so little answers.
At this rate, I'll have to keep testing for another week. The blob hides so many secrets that must be discovered.
When that happens, I can finally see how the blob aids in our combat against the plagues.
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PROJECT: PURITY - DAY 13 (DECEMBER 13TH, 2037)
It's been almost two weeks of testing. My discoveries are as such:
- The substance is sentient
- The substance acts like a human (seems to have emotions)
- The substance can stick to surfaces
- The substance can easily travel through tight spaces, such as holes or tubes
- The substance lessens the effects of the plague as long as the person with plague stays close to it
- The substance, unlike humans, doesn't need sleep, and stays active even at night
- The substance dislikes being kept in a confined space for a long period of time
I still need to run a few more tests, but I'll have to take the blob out of its container. That will have to take place tomorrow, then I can finally see how we can use the substance's properties to help us.
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PROJECT: PURITY - DAY 14 (DECEMBER 14TH, 2037)
[This page is covered in blue slime. These are the only words that could be read.]
This was a terrible idea.
The substance slipped right through my fingers as soon as I let it out. I don't know where it has gone. There are trails of blue slime everywhere around the lab, but I still don't know where it has gone. My only hope is that it hasn't made its way outside the lab.
On a positive note, the substance has left behind small chunks of blue slime in its container. I could use those to run more tests, and hopefully they will work.
Who knows what the blob would due once it has reached the outside. I need to locate it as soon as possible.
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PROJECT: PURITY - DAY 21 (DECEMBER 21ST, 2037)
It has been one week since the disappearance of the substance. My entire lab and setup has been turned upside down, yet I still could not find it.
The chunks of slime are not reacting to me like the substance had. My plans of running further tests had failed. Now, my top priority is to locate the substance.
On another hand, my cup of late night coffee today tasted strange. I usually drink coffee to stay awake while I work, but it's never tasted this weird before. I could've sworn that I saw a small chunk or two of blue at the bottom of my cup while I drank the coffee, but when I opened my eyes again, it was gone.
Perhaps I was just hallucinating, or the urgency of locating the substance had just gotten to me.
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PROJECT: PURITY - DAY 24 (DECEMBER 24TH, 2037)
Three days since last update.
I've been feeling worse, to the point where I couldn't continue work for the past three days.
My top priority was still to locate the substance. I searched the lab from head to toe three times each day to no avail. Maybe it had hidden itself in the sewers and the pipes behind the walls of the lab.
Without the substance, I've been reverting back to how I felt when I still had the plague, only worse this time. I had another coughing fit today, I coughed out some blood, but there was also some blue in it. I might have been hallucinating, but it felt like blue slime.
Very strange.
[The rest of the text is covered by blue slime.]
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PROJECT: PURITY - DAY 28 (DECEMBER 28TH, 2037)
Four days since last update.
I coughed up blue again today.
Everything is blue. Why is it blue.
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PROJECT: PURITY - DAY 30 (DECEMBER 30TH 2037)
Two days since last update.
Or is it one? I don't care anymore.
I've been feeling slightly better. Still coughed up a lot of blue. Not feeling better enough to work again, though.
Who am I kidding, I feel terrible.
I don't even know what I'm writing anymore.
I have to find it. Can't let it escape.
Don't let this be my fault.
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PROJECT: PURITY - DAY 31 (DECEMBER 31ST, 2037)
I don't have much longer, so listen up.
You. Yes, you, reading this journal. Don't you dare bring this outside. It'll only worsen what has already happened, with all the blue slime and whatnot.
I've made a mistake, I admit it. Maybe we should leave the life creating to life itself. I haven't caught the substance. It's probably outside.
The substance doesn't help. It only makes new plagues. We've been ravaged by plagues for years and now I've just let another one loose. I've been coughing up blue for days and I'm still not sure if it's blood or vomit. Maybe it's both.
Here's what you do. You go out there and spread the word, tell them there's a plague coming. Lock everyone with the plague away and don't let it spread. If it's already happened, then it's too late. I hope someone can find a cure.
I don't know what I'm doing. You can probably tell by now. It's probably already too late.
I'll be dead by the time I finish writing this, so I'll give you one last warning. Don't turn the page. There's a piece of blue slime somewhere in this journal and I've been writing on top of it ever since day 24. Or was it 25? Doesn't matter.
Just don't flip the page. Don't take this book home. And whatever you do, don't
[The words are cut off, and they go over to the other page. Turning it over isn't a good idea. Everything is covered in blue slime. Perhaps now is a good time to run.]
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A NEWS ARTICLE FROM JANUARY 1ST, 2038
NEW YEAR, NEW PLAGUE
A new plague, dubbed the "Blue Blob Plague" by the public, is slowly spreading. People infected by it have started to cough out blue slime. Little is known about it as of now, but it spreads fast.
Our planet has been facing these plagues for nearly two decades now, and yet more and more seem to be coming. Is this punishment for the hubris of humanity? Is this what must be done?
There is no escaping this. The apocalypse is coming.
#tw mentions of blood and vomit#hi i'm dumping my random story ideas here again#this whole story is basically me playing with tumblr fonts#i've had this idea for quite a long time but i didn't know where to go with it#but here it is now#i can assure you i don't think earth will turn out like this#hopefully#writing is fun i should write more often#confusion's works and musings
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"I'll take care of you"
SKZ-> Felix x Reader
genre: angst, hurt/comfort, stranger to lovers
wc: ~3,100
cw: Abusive/toxic boyfriend, yelling, violence, Felix is literally the biggest sweetheart
summary: you'd never expect the coffee shop down the street to be your saving grace, but a certain sunshine had other ideas
A/N: Hellooooo! I reached 200 followers today, so THANK U AGAIN! Should I do something special for it?
Part 2 is now posted!
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"Baby, please," you sob, your cheek throbbing in pain.
"Don't 'baby' me, you know this is what happens when you don't do your chores." His smirk is villainous as he stands over you. "Don't be a bitch! Get up and go do what you were supposed to do," he seethes, making you flinch.
You slowly get up off the floor, brushing yourself off as you stand. You feel his eyes on you as you scramble into the kitchen.
You forgot to do the dishes again. You should've known better than to forget; you know he gets like this every time. You don't necessarily blame him, though. He does so much for you, and you can't even remember to do a simple household chore.
You scrub the plates clean, the hot water burning against your skin. His footsteps echo into the room, coming closer to you.
His hands wrap gently around your waist, holding you close. "You know I don't like to hit you, baby. Why can't you just listen?"
"I'm sorry. I'll be better for you," you tell him as you lean back into his touch.
"I know you will be."
~ ~ ~
"One medium Iced Americano!"
You stand from your seat in the coffee shop, making your way towards the counter to grab your drink.
The cafe is crowded, the queue at least 10 deep. You squeeze past people, muttering the occasional "Excuse me" as you pass.
You're disappointed when you get to the counter, seeing your drink nowhere to be found.
"Excuse me," you call out to the barista behind the counter, "What happened to my drink? The Iced Americano?"
"Oh, some guy just took it. It was yours?" she asks distractedly, another cup already in her hand as she pours coffee into it.
"Yea..." you trail off, your eyes scanning the shop for the drink-stealer.
"I'm sorry about that, I'll whip you up another one. What size would you like?"
"Medium, please." The barista nods her head and gets to work. "Thank you so much."
You sit down at a table near the counter to wait. Your mind starts to wander, thinking about all the work you have to catch up on this week. You're an editor for the local newspaper, and your boss decided to dump a bunch of stories on you last minute. While they weren't set to be published for another few weeks, you were incredibly meticulous with your work, so it usually took you longer than necessary to get through them.
You're brought of your thoughts by a boy walking up to your table. "I'm sorry, but I think I accidentally took your drink. My friend ordered a large iced Americano, and I think this is the medium." His cute face is twisted in an apologetic expression.
"That's ok, she's making me a new one. No worries," you reassure him, giving him a soft smile.
"Oh good, sorry again." You expect to him to walk off, your original drink in his hand, but he continues to stand in front of you, his eyes never leaving yours. It's a little uncomfortable, and you're about to get up to avoid the awkward tension when he speaks again.
"Mind if I sit? You look like you could use some company."
You hesitate to answer. If your boyfriend found out you let some random man sit with you, he'd freak out.
"I was actually just about to head out. I have to get back to my boyfriend," you answer, deciding that rejecting his offer was for the best.
"Here you go miss, one medium Iced Americano," says the barista. Her arm is stretched over the counter, your drink in hand.
"Thank you so much," you immediately stand, stepping around the man to grab it.
As you go to step away, the man stops you, "My name's Felix by the way. I've seen you around here before." His eyes twinkle from the dingey lights overhead.
"I'm Y/N," your lips morph into a smile at his kindness.
"I'll see ya around?" there's a questioning twinge to his voice, a hint of hope peaking through.
"Sure. See ya around, Felix." With that, you walk towards the exit, heading back home.
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"What took you so long?" your boyfriend's voice booms through the house as soon as you open the door.
"Someone else took my drink, so I had to wait for them to make me another," you explain, hopeful that you're calm energy will have the same affect on your boyfriend.
"You think that's a good enough excuse?! For all I know you could've been cheating on me! What am I supposed to think when you're gone for so long?!" he yells, his heavy footsteps approach you quickly from the living room.
"Babe, I promise it was nothing like that," you panic, your eyes darting around the foyer for an escape.
"Next time," he's in front of you now, his face red in anger, "tell me if you'll be longer." His rough hand reaches towards your face, roughly grabbing your jaw between his fingers. You wince, sure it'll leave yet another bruise. "Got it?"
"Yes," you mumble, your jaw stinging from his tight grasp.
"Good." He releases your face and wipes his hands on his pants, like he's disgusted by you.
You hurry off to your bedroom, quietly closing the door behind you.
~ ~ ~
It's been a couple weeks since you've been able to stop by the cafe. Your boyfriend's been stricter since the last coffee incident, not letting you leave the house without him.
"Hi Y/N!" your eyes glance above your computer screen, meeting the happy face of the man you met the last time you came here. What was his name again?
"Hi..." you say, hoping he'll fill in the blank.
"Felix!"
"Oh yea," you chuckle, embarrassed by your forgetfulness, "Sorry, it slipped my mind."
"That's ok!" You're heart warms, his bright and happy personality filling the emptiness of the coffee shop. "May I sit?" He gestures to the chair across from you.
You think on it for a moment. You really need to finish this article, but you guess a little break won't hurt. "Sure."
You didn't know it was possible, but his smile turns brighter at your answer. "Thanks!" He pulls the chair out and sits. It's silent between you for a minute, and you go back to typing away on your computer. "What are you working on?"
"I'm an editor for the newspaper, so I'm just finishing up this story," you reply.
"Oooh, that's cool? Do you like being an editor?"
You and Felix hit it off right away. He asks you more about your job, and you love the way he genuinely seems interested in what you have to say.
You ask him a few questions about himself, too, and you find out he's in a band with his friends.
"That's so cool!" You've finished you're article by this point, and you're nearing the end of your coffee, as well.
His eyes light up as he talks about his friends. They sound like an interesting bunch from all the stories he tells you.
"And then," he stops, letting out an adorable giggle, "he fell right on his ass, in front of everyone!" He laughs again and you join in. Something about Felix's aura just makes you feel so comfortable around him, like you've known him forever.
You both quiet down, and you become a little uncomfortable under his intense gaze. His eyes focus on your chin.
"What happened to your chin?" It's obvious he doesn't mean any harm with his question, pure curiosity taking over his features. However, the attention to your bruises makes you severely uncomfortable, and you instinctually look to flee.
"Oh, it was nothing," you think for a second, trying to come up with an excuse, "I'm just clumsy and hit my chin on my nightstand. No biggie," you tell him distractedly as you hurry to pack up your things.
His eyes widen at your panicked movements. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to pry," he apologizes, standing up as well.
"It's ok, I actually had to go anyway," you lie, swinging your bag over your shoulder. "I'll see you around." You quickly make your way out of the cafe, not even giving him a chance to say goodbye. He stands there with a slight tilt to his head, watching you rush out of the shop.
~ ~ ~
Weeks go by before Felix has the chance to talk to you again. He waits for you on your usual days at the cafe, hoping to see your familiar figure walk through the door, but you never do.
His eyes light up one particular Monday morning as you walk through the door, the little bell dinging, alerting the employees someone came in.
His smile falters a little upon seeing the man holding your hand. You're expression is stiffer than normal, your lips pursed in a tight line, replacing the bright smile you usually wear.
Felix watches as the man orders for both of you. "One medium iced Americano and a small Hazelnut latte," he says.
The man looks nothing like he thought your boyfriend would look. His eyes are cold and emotionless, practically burning holes in the side of the barista's face. Felix doesn't miss the way he rudely tosses the money onto the counter, not even gracious enough to hand it to the cashier.
Felix's gaze shifts down to your hands, your boyfriend's grip looking unnecessarily tight around your small hand. He notices the way your fingers are white from lack of circulation, and his blood boils.
Felix manages to catch your wandering gaze, your cheeks heated in embarrassment from the way your boyfriend was treating the staff.
He gives you a small wave, the corners of his lips upturned.
Your eyes widen at his show of friendliness, and you give him the smallest of head shakes. Your expression conveys, "Please don't say anything to me", and his heart clenches at this. Who does this guy think he is?
As much as Felix wants to go up to you and rip his hand from yours, it's clear you don't want him to acknowledge you right now. He knows it is because of the man next to you, and he begins to wonder if those bruises he saw on your chin weeks before weren't from your clumsiness after all.
~ ~ ~
"You never order anything when you're here. Why is that?"
It's a nice, sunny Monday morning, and you and Felix sit in the corner of the cafe.
"I don't actually like coffee much," he chuckles, his face flushing in embarrassment. You raise your eyebrows at that, waiting for him to continue. "I just like the atmosphere here, and now I come for you, too!"
Now it's your turn to blush, a pink shade creeping up your neck. "For me?"
"Yea, I figured we're friends now, and I like to spend time with you." his voice is deep and charming as he speaks, his eyes soft.
Friends aren't something that have come easy to you. Your boyfriend rarely lets you go places by yourself. Work is the main exception, and after some begging a few months prior, he allows you to come to the coffee shop by yourself, too.
Being friends with Felix sounds nice. It's been months since you first met, and most weeks you both sit at the same table, you working on your articles and him doing various other activities. Sometimes he'll bring a book to read, other times he'll just play on his phone until you're finished working.
The silence sits between the two of you as you think, and Felix worries he's made you uncomfortable. "I mean- we don't have to be, like friends, or anything. I just thought-"
You cut off his rambling, a smile gracing your lips, "I'd love to be friends with you Felix."
His shoulders slump in relief, and he gives you a relaxed smile. "Oh good, I was worried I'd scared you off."
"You're practically the nicest person I've ever met. How could you possible scare me off?" you laugh.
"I know I can come off a little strong sometimes, but I'm just a friendly guy, and I like your company," he explains to you, and you can't help but agree with everything he says.
That first day he talked to you he did seem a little overzealous. Now, after hanging out with him numerous times, you know that's just him, and you're ok with that. You love how Felix is able to bring a little sunshine into your life, even if it's only for a few hours every week.
"Well, don't worry about it. I wanna be your friend, too, and I like hanging out with you just as much," you assure him.
"Perfect! As my first duty of being your official friend, I have to ask you to stop lying to me," his voice goes serious, the light in his eyes dimming.
Your breath falters a little at this. "What do you mean?" you try to play it off, taking a swift drink of your coffee. You know he's not stupid; anyone with eyes can see the various bumps and bruises that litter your body.
"All these bruises... nobody's that clumsy, Y/N."
The familiar urge to escape fills your body, and panic bubbles in your throat.
"Felix," you choke out, your gaze lingering on your hands nervously rubbing against your pants. Tears gather in your eyes.
No one has ever confronted you about this. You pushed your family away long ago; it was upon your boyfriend's request, but who were you to tell him no? You've not been close with someone since then. You had friends before, but after so many unanswered texts, they just stopped texting. Stopped calling. Now their contacts sit in your phone as constant reminders of what used to be.
Felix's heart softens as your eyes well with tears, but he stands his ground. If he was going to be your friend, he couldn't let this slide any longer. "No more lies."
"Felix, I can't," the anxiety becomes too much, and you're quick to run out of the cafe, leaving your bag and coffee sitting on the table.
Felix quickly gathers your things and follows you out, earning a few curious glances from the people standing in line.
His eyes find your form, speed-walking down the sidewalk in the normal direction you leave in. "Y/N, please wait!" he calls after you, jogging to catch up.
He only has to run for a few seconds, catching up to you quickly. He reaches out to grab your elbow, and he immediately recoils upon seeing the way you flinch at his touch.
You stop walking, knowing there's no point in running anymore. Your head hangs low, your gaze permanently set on the ground in front of you. You allow Felix to guide you towards a secluded bench, sitting on the side of one of the buildings.
Felix's body immediately kicks into comfort mode upon seeing the tears flowing down your face. He softly sets his arm around your shoulders. You don't flinch, so he takes that as his sign to wrap you up into a hug, pulling you further into his body.
You continue to cry into his shoulder, not sure how else to deal with the emotions that overwhelm you.
"Y/N," he whispers as he rubs your back, "Can you look at me for a second?"
You raise your head from his shoulder, your eyes glossy with unshed tears.
"Please let me help you," he begs, his arms firm around your body.
"Felix, I can't," your sobs return, your arms leaving Felix to cover your face.
"Y/N, you've let him control you long enough."
Your lips wobble, and you don't know what to say. You've dated your boyfriend for years; he's all you know, all you have.
You've listened to his verbal abuse for so long, his words constantly swimming in your head:
"No one else will love you like I do."
"Nobody cares about you."
"Your family and friends left you, but not me. You can trust me."
His physical abuse marks your body. Old scars litter your arms and legs, bruises coloring your jaw and neck. You're always aching, different parts of your body always healing. You know your body needs a break.
"I know you probably feel stuck, like you have no one to go to," Felix continues, hoping that there's room in your cluttered mind for his words to get through to you, "But I'm here now. I'll help you. I won't let him touch you anymore."
Your mind is full of every emotion imaginable.
You know you can trust Felix. The problem isn't whether or not you can trust Felix. After all these months, he's proven to be one of the greatest people you've ever met. He's kind, loving, caring; everything you're boyfriend is not.
No, the problem isn't whether you can trust Felix; he's one of the most trustworthy people you've ever met. You just don't know how.
"Please, Y/N, I can't sit by and continue to watch you walk into the cafe with new bruises every week. I'll help you get out of this mess; you don't have to stay with him anymore."
Felix's pleas swirl around in your mind. The kindness he emits mixes with the words of your boyfriend like oil and water. If Felix was ice, your boyfriend would be fire; the two polar opposites in every way.
"That boyfriend of yours is no good for you," you remember your mom telling you. It was one of the last conversations you had with her before he made you cut all contact with her.
Maybe she was right. Maybe it is time for a change. Felix has always made you feel safe, like you could tell him anything. He could help you.
"It's your call, don't let him think he has power of you. All you have to do is tell me, and it'll be taken care of. I'll take care of you, Y/N."
You sit in silence for a few moments, nothing but the sounds of your sniffles filling the air.
The cold wind whips past your clouded head, bringing you back to reality. You finally gain the courage to look up at him, and his eyes have never looked softer.
"Please help me, Felix," you sob, your hands going to grip his hoodie as you lay your head against his chest. Your ear presses against his heart, the gentle beat soothing you better than words ever could.
"Oh, sweet girl," he whispers, running his hand through your hair. He's holding you so tight now, like he never wants to let you go. "You'll never have to see him again. I've got you now, nobody will hurt you anymore."
Part 2
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Companion concept art for my collab with @professorcalculusstanaccount (which you can see here)! They needed reference for Marlene Katz's apartment, and then I tried my hand drawing some moments from their concept - her disguise, the finale, and helping give Tintin a makeover.
Extended notes below the cut:
With her apartment, I've always envisioned Marlene living with very kitschy decor. As I said to ProfCal, she's someone who decorates based on sentimentality, rather than keeping to a uniform style, so I tried to make her apartment have little bits and pieces of furniture and decor she's picked up throughout her travels. That doll on the mantle is based on a real Cuban doll I have in my home!
The placement of the evil eye wall ornament was also deliberate. When ProfCal described what they wanted to do with the shootout gif, I thought it would be cool to put in something that's both a sentimental piece of art and symbolic of Marlene's Jewish heritage. The evil eye took the hit for her in that scene.
Story planning assistance was also fun to do, since it ties into a lot of stuff I was planning for The Shattered Emblem...after the events of The Blue Lotus, Rastapopoulos goes to jail, but gets a lighter sentence after making a few bribes. He begins to worm his way into the more criminally-inclined celebrity class, mainly to rebuild connections, especially ones who can help him bend the law better this time. He even crosses paths with Castafiore thanks to his new links to the elites, but the one thing tethering him to his "old" life pre-arrest is Marlene. She's never given up hope on him, even after he got tried for running an actual fucking mob, but Rastapopoulos has only seen her as an air-headed bimbo, a product of being rich and famous and not someone who can actively make him money, so he unceremoniously dumps her.
Marlene is shattered. She goes back to America and she starts teaching ballet to kids in the Bronx, since dance was what she first got into stage productions for. Things actually go really well, and Marlene realizes she likes her new life and being self-sustaining. However, she still misses being in films, even though she's scared to really get back into the industry in case she sees him again. But then he comes to Marlene, now sporting different, ridiculous facial hair and claiming to be a businessman from Gorgonzola, like a character in a bad screenplay. Every nerve in Marlene refuses to trust Rastapopoulos now...it's not because he looks different, but something seems to have warped inside him. This isn't her "Robbie" anymore. She breathes a sigh of relief when all the newspapers declare the Marquis drowned during a standoff in the Red Sea.
(This is a way sillier version of this scene versus the one in my drafts)
And then, leading up to The Golden Palm - Marlene begins to realize she saw a lot of suspicious faces and activities during her time at Cosmos Pictures. It was all so mundane and inconspicuous that she never brought it up, and Rastapopoulos never seemed to hide anything from her, since he assumed - again - that she was an airhead and not to worry about her noticing. But Marlene was witness to a lot of connections that the people involved would kill to keep hidden...
For people new to my blog, this is the character Marlene is adapted from! She is super minor to the plot, but back in 2020 I kept getting ideas for what this random woman's story was, and the ball kept rolling from there:
Once again, huge thanks to ProfCal for inviting me to collab with them! It was a ton of fun, and also super humbling to know how helpful my blog has been for others over the years. To think that all of this started after a few shitposts about mobsters! Tintin belongs to the fans, and I'm so glad to have been part of a fan project like this!
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okay this is it imma bout to rant about fiction once again
tell me why everyone knows and loves or at least has a strong opinion about the Lego Batman Movie, but i might just be the only human being who grew up IN LOVE with the Lego Batman Videogame(s)???
[THIS THING CONTAINS SPOILERS, I TRIED TO KEEP EM OUT BUT WHATS THE FUN IN THAT]
the first one is CLASSIC, no voice actors so child me could (and also couldn't cuz i was stupid) understand what was going on since I didn't speak english at all, and i remember LOVING the designs (they're not as good as i remember 😭) even tho i had no idea who the characters besides batman, robin and catwoman were. also that was when i fell in love with poison ivy cuz she had like ??? love powers (as i said, child me was a dumdum) cuz there was this one level where she controlled batman with a kiss akjdkakfkakdja
i remember i had a crush on justin bieber a little before the second game came out (it was babybabybabyohh) and then BOOM suddenly my childhood crush was a friggin blocky plastic minifigure wearing goth furry clothes:
(also, young me wouldn't know, but this is where i got most of the superbat vibes from-- when i saw this ship years later i was like "oh yeah, i remember in the videogame clark was head over heels for B and bruce was like 'i am the knight' which is batman code for ilyt", plus dick (who's dressed at tim for whatever reason) is like "oh yeah, why don't we call superman?" I'm telling ya he ships it
...i remember the whole game story like it's a fever dream i had-- there's an award show which bruce wins, joker jokers it up and batman & robin chase him, then i remember robin says something about how "dick grayson couldn't attend the party because they didn't take teenagers" (I didn't know who dick was so this was my introduction to him) and then fire in the elevator, SUPERMAN, [SPOILERS] he and bats visit lexcorp but turns out the other gay couple aka lex and joker did some lexing and jokering around and got a weapon that kills... black???? so batman would die-- but like-- he's not black, he's wearing black clothes-- oh shit, are they racist-- /j
now comes the final one:
wow this one is in space! kinda-- brainiac shows up and i remember this was the first time i saw j'onn and-- wait-- this robin is the same but-- in the scene where [SPOILER] batman is being mind controlled he says his name is.. tim drake?? who tf is tim drake, kid me would say. wow, there's more than one robin, kid me would say.
but then again, I didn't have this game cuz my dad was sick of spending our lunch money on videogames, so he got a gameplay online (just the cutscenes), glued them together and told me IT WAS A MOVIE (actually, i just assumed it) and i kept believing that until i saw my friend GAMEPLAYING said movie on his VIDEOGAME, one more evidence to "i was a dumb child.
and there was superbat shit in this one as well!! there's this scene where [SPOILERS] big blue babyboy is being mind controlled and is giant (tbh idek why he's giant and I'm not sure if they address why-- something to do with brainiac's shrinking kink i think) and brainiac is like "kill him" and bruce goes like "clark, ur my bestie, I don't say it often but i realized i gotta say it more cuz earlier tim almost got his ass eaten by a random alien and i felt fear" and clark is like "🥺🥺🥺" and mind control breaks with yay power of friendship (the whole plot is how in the beginning tim saying he was tim got bruce out of mind control which meant bruce cares about tim but bruce thinks it was cuz the batmobile went shock on him, so in the end he admits he was wrong and everyone hugs wow)
and after that i forgot dc was a thing until like four years later when dc superhero girls came out
anyway, thanks tumblr for listening to this lmao i just dumped my whole childhood in here, I'm glad this thing don't have character limit
#dc#dc comics#dc video games#lego batman#lego batman the videogame#lego videogames#lego#superman#batman#robin#superbat#if you squint#i am squinting#lego superman#lego robin#lego games#dc games#poison ivy#mentioned#idk how to tag this
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Ask meme: 6, 7, 22, 30
...I had the answers 99% done and then my computer froze and I had to restart and lost all of them. So OKAY, TRYING AGAIN
6. Are there any fics from others you reread all the time?
Not really! I wish I did.
I am apparently very weird in that a fic (or anything I read) needs to be a certain amount of unfamiliar, or my brain won't engage enough for me to enjoy it. If I've reread something too much then my brain will go 'oh I know what's happening, I don't need to pay attention' and wander off and get distracted. Making myself focus deliberately just means being bored and annoyed.
I am also really good at remembering stories (and like nothing else) so I can read a fic twice, maybe three times if it's especially long/complex, before I have to put it down for anywhere from some months to a few years to let myself forget enough details to make it new enough to read again.
(For related reasons, I basically never read my own fics for enjoyment. I'll reread to refresh my memory before writing more, or while rereading comments, but I know my own fics too well to really ever approach them as a reader. I might get enjoyment from 'oh I actually pulled that alliteration/foreshadowing/etc off well' but not just from reading the story.)
7. How many ideas for fics do you have right now?
Uhhhhh somewhere in the range of infinite. Depends on how you define ideas for fics?
If you mean fics I'm actively working on/hoping to write in the near future, that would be... about 6-8, probably? But if you mean fics I'd like to write even if I don't actually expect to have the chance, that gets up into several dozen immediately. If you include ideas that I haven't specifically thought about how I'd write them, then we're probably into the hundreds.
I am an endless font of ideas and it does not turn off.
22. Do you know how your fic will end before you start writing?
Usually vaguely! But it ranges from 'and then everything is good the end' to like, a two-sentence bullet point of the ending scene(s).
I don't plan ahead in much detail, because I do a lot of discovering and adding things as I write, and what I throw in that way will affect later scenes. So if I had a lot of detail planned for the end, I'd just have to replan/rewrite anyway when I got there, and probably be annoyed about losing lines I liked. So it works out better for me and the fic if I keep my plans minimal.
There is an exception for very short fics. If I'm writing a fic that's basically just one or two scenes, and the entire momentum of the fic is writing toward the end, then I can know exactly what the end is. But that's fairly rare, partly because I also need to be able to write it all in one shot, and I rarely have that much time.
29. Share a bit from a fic you’ll never post OR from a scene that was cut from an already posted fic. (If you don’t have either, just share a random fic idea you have that you don’t plan on getting to.)
.......................well I was going to dump a scene from one of the self insert AUs here, but it turns out two years is enough for me to no longer love the writing in that. So uhhhhhh guess I'll just. Write a new thing real quick!
(@executeness and @denialcity, enjoy)
Every clan has their own way of finding soulmates. Some are more reliable than others, and most are closely guarded. That's never mattered to Takami: the Uchiha's tradition is reliable, so any uncertainty that other clans live with isn't his problem.
He is fifteen and it is the first dawn after the winter solstice. The fire in the center of the Uchiha compound has burned all night, built steadily larger until it roars, and the flames dance as high as his chin.
Takami is not the only fifteen year old with a sharingan, but he is the clan heir, so he goes first. The entire clan sings as the first rays of dawn break through the horizon, and Takamii steps forward, sharingan burning as he shapes chakra and breathes a thin, precise stream of his own fire into the core of the flames.
He's thought before about how it would look, whether he would see his soulmate's form made of ashes and embers swirled within the flame, or if the flames themselves would twist into the right shape for only his eyes, or....
It's clearer than he imagined. As if he's looking through a window, tinted gold and shifting in the breeze, but otherwise the overlapping images are perfectly clear, as if he were looking at reality directly. But there are so many people--the fire shows the watcher's soulmate, but also everything around them, and there are so many overlapping forms. Takami prowls around the fire in a circle, watching the shifts within it, tracking which faces stay in focus.
He can hear. The longer he watches, the more sound grows. It's still thin and distant, but seems to come from deep within his own ears, so even the whole clan singing together can't quite drown out what his soulmates hear. A song, of course, and orders....
There is one flaw in the Uchiha method of identifying soulmates, Taka realizes: it's public.
He finishes a last circle of the fire. The song hasn't faltered despite the time he took, and it continues as he stops, and turns to face his father.
His whole family: Father and mother and four younger brothers, even Kunimi, who drank enough tea to keep anyone else awake for a week and is standing in his proper place with his face screwed up in determination. But Tajima is the clan head, so Takami faces him first.
Tajima's voice is pitched to carry over the song. "Have you seen what you are looking for?"
"I have," Takami says, steady as if this were any ordinary year. "There were a lot of faces, I had to move to be sure which one is mine. We should make people dance, next year."
"Then your soulmate is within the clan?"
Takami grins. "Hako's mine," he announces.
Several voices falter then, and people in the crowd shift, and surprise makes it through even Hako's near-perfect composure.
Takami is the heir, but Hako is beloved, the most beautiful and the most perfect and the most wanted. No one in the clan had even bothered to pretend they were more interested in learning Takami's soulmate now than Hako's next year.
They're not wrong, all those people chasing after Hako's every glance: Hako is the best and they should all be honored to have his sight fall on them. But he's Takami's brother first, and now no one can ever try to interfere.
In the firelight, so subtle than only the sharingan could catch it, Hako relaxes. Beside him, Madara sneaks a thumbs up, and his grin distorts his singing for a few lines.
It's not this easy, Takami knows. They're soulmates, so they won't be separated now, or expected to put anyone else first. But they'll still be expected to have friends and get married, and the whole clan and half their allies will chase Hako for both of those. Some of them will remember that some people have multiple soulmates, and keep hoping for another year that Hako will claim them even though Taka hasn't.
At the same time, it is this simple. Takami and Hako belong together, and no one will ever question it again.
Takami steps away from the fire, and goes to stand beside Hako instead of in his proper place. He takes up the song as the others look for their soulmates: one outside the clan, and one within it.
There are more traditions, more celebration, and Takami goes through them gladly with Hako at his side. Even so, Hako can read him like no one else.
It's late morning before they get even a few seconds out of everyone's sight, but the instant it's possible, Hako has Takami out of sight and hearing.
Out of sight like this, Hako isn't perfect either: his forehead is creased and worry bites in at the corners of his eyes. "Nii-sama, tell me you didn't lie."
"I didn't."
Hako frowns, his forehead creasing more, but it's true. They're soulmates. Takami didn't lie.
"Then," Hako says slowly, "why are you bothered?"
"I saw you." The images are still in Takami's eyes, hovering with sharingan clarity. The whole clan singing around the fire, centered on Hako, posed and perfect. And overlapping, a training field, four boys and a man with a voice Takami knows, barking harsh orders. "I also saw a Senju. Butsuma's son. One we haven't seen on the field yet."
"He has enough sons," Hako says harshly, then catches himself. "What did you think?"
Takami didn't think. He just watched, and knew better than to reveal anything like that. And Hako was right there to smooth things over, as always. "It doesn't matter. He'll probably just die anyway."
"You don't need him anyway," Hako says. "You have me."
"Yeah." Takami grins. "Always."
"Always," Hako promises, even though there's no need to, and then he moves on to batting a wrinkle out of Takami's clothes and herding him back out to the celebrations.
The next year, Hako looks into the fire and sees Takami alone.
Six months after that, Senju Kawarama arrives on the battlefield. He's grown, but Takami still knows that face.
He puts a scar on it.
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Danganronpa 3: Future arc episode 3.
Back to... This.
I regret everything.
.... It was fake....
She's alive!
I dunno whether to be more mad or relieved.
So she's alive but still hurt?
... Nope it's a toy knife and ketchup.
Fuck you guys I got scared.
... Wait whys everyone scared?
GOZU!
NOOOO!!!
My boi!
The fucking emotional whiplash and I've just started this.
Oh they strung him up and oh... Oh fuck.
Of course it's one of the people who was sweet and I liked.
And it makes sense why him of all people.
But still!
Everyone going through it I mean a fake body, and than a real body.
Were they trying to kill Gozu and Asahina? But they can only kill one so that... happened?
Why the red herring?
Makoto hun it's not you're fault.
Kyoko instantly sus of the director. As she should be.
Asahina being the one who's pumped up and ready to go.
But Makoto not so much, it's like they switched moods.
Thank you Monomi for the exposition dump.
Okay so this was designed to be an overseas branch of Hope's Peak.
That later became what it is now.
Also we can just call it the Incident or the tragedy, we don't need to say the full name everytime.
It's a mouthful.
Wait so this means Makoto had ketchup on his hand how did he not notice?
... No yeah that situation was traumatic as fuck it makes sense it took a while.
"No one diess on my watch."
Oh Makoto...its just the beginning.
And yeah he figured out Miaya's forbidden action.
She can't go right.
Which is so random compared to "no running" and "witnessing violence" but fair.
Makoto easing her nerves by sharing his forbidden action with her.
It's dangerous but that's how you build trust in others.
People may think Makoto's preachy but he means everything he says.
And Asahina joining in only adds to that
"Be hit with a punch or a kick"... she's come close.
Way to close.
I love seeing Asahina confident, ready for whatever comes. It's so her and it's nice to see that again.
Hmm... Someone's here...
"I'll lead them off."
"With what, power walking?"
See that's how insults work guys.
Asahina be safe!
And Miaya's going with her.
Which is great but now Makoto is alone.
Makoto who is on everyone's hit list.
... Oh boy..
Seiko is... Pissed.
Yasuhiro is still on roof outside, oh man. He has no idea what's going on inside.
Shame, he could've gotten help but those missles(?) won't let him go.
Kyoko might be older and more polite, but she's still Kyoko.
I like seeing her way, Makoto is in a group that easily shares his weaknesses.
But Kyoko is with those who are guarded, and thus she is also guarded.
Makes sense.
I can't trust you if you don't trust me.
Makoto announcing Gozu's death as "bad news" just makes me laugh.
And finally he gets to explain himself.
Makoto meeting Izuru just a wild concept.
The manufactured hope and the one born of hope.
You know when you think of how Makoto was in a killing game.
Saw how own classmates kill each other.
But still saw goodness, still saw hope in them.
Would later reflect on the memories that were stolen from them that they had shared.
It makes a lot of sense in retrospect why he can see the Remnants as people rather than monsters.
Because he's seen what despair does to a person.
What it can drive them to.
He couldn't save his friends, but maybe he could save them.
In a way I feel like he did it because he wanted to help, because he saw good, saw hope in them.
But maybe also to atone in some way?
They all suffered under the hands of Junko Enoshima.
He had the means to help them he hadn't had before.
It makes sense why did the things he did.
Whether people agree is a whole other story but I'm glad he got to tell it.
Maybe sharing your weakness with people trying to kill you is a bad idea.
But if he wants people to have faith in him, to trust him.
It's a danger you have to take. And one he's willing to do so.
He knows how these things work afterall.
Kyoko's smile after he does so though. Because she knows him, she's knows he would do what's right.
She's not suprised at all.
"Lamest speech I've ever heard in my life."
No asked for your option Juzo!
Also fuck off Munakata.
Makoto knows true despair.
He went to class with them.
Badum tss
He's fallen to the bottom. Both figuratively and literally and bought himself back up to the top.
You're the one who's superficial.
You're the one who says they fight for hope, despite already succumbing and dooming yourself and others into despair.
Juzo not being mad at being left behind but instead saying "go for it big guy."
Idk if its just me but that sure sounded flirty.
... Is Seiko okay?
Soo Ruruka and Seiko seem like they have history.
Okay Seiko's on... Something.
I'm sus of the director but yeah that's Makoto alright.
He believes in what he says, doesn't mean he doesn't know how crazy it sounds.
... Fucking hell someone just threw a chair at Kyoko.
She's fine though.
Looks pissed but she's okay.
Ugh Juzo.
And Munakata's got to Makoto.
Fuck.
Makoto I love you and I get your vibe but there's a time for words and a time to goo.
I don't think you can talk down a murderous Munakata with a sword.
Even you're not that good.
I know it was a killing game but saying Makoto only won because it was a game.
Is fucked.
Also Makoto was supposed to lose that "game", do you not remember the 5th trial?
If Alter Ego wasn't in the system, Makoto would've died in his execution.
How is that not real enough for you?
Also saying that Makoto only won than cos the rules were vague and here they are cut and dry.
But also saying your words and attitude mean nothing because the real world has no rules.
Pick a lane man.
Also yes the real world does have rules.
"You don't know the hell we've put ourselves through to keep people alive."
Not specifically in your case but... He knows the feeling.
Very much so.
It's kinda his whole thing.
You guys need therapy not a sword and a chair.
Of course Makoto believes in his words, to him they aren't hollow. And they've gotten him this far.
Munakata for all your posturing, don't realise you're in the exact same game that you ridicule Makoto for.
Your a hypocrite.
"Exactly. If anyone can do it is you. Which is why I can't allow you to escape.
Your hollow words may spurr people forward, heaven knows to what."
... Boy you got issues.
Ah yes I will kill to destroy despair.
... Where have I heard that before.
Fucking hell.
Okay I will say "how unfortunate, too bad this wasn't a class room trial" is a cool line.
But also fuck you.
#danganronpa 3: the end of hope's peak high school#Danganronpa#makoto naegi#kyosuke munakata#juzo sakakura#kyoko kirigiri#miaya gekkogahara#aoi asahina#ryota mitarai#long post
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hi nerds, I thought I'd do an introduction post...bcs why not :)
I'm tatum, a freshman in college who's working to get my BFA in animation and digital media. I draw sometimes, but tendonitis is a bitch. I'm also 19 and have never used tumblr until this past month, which is really weird
some stuff I like, and may or may nor post art of occasionally, include undertale (I fall into the yearly brainrot every december, but for some reason it hasn't gone away and it's almost MARCH--), the owl house, she-ra, and more stuff that I can't think of rn. I like nerdy things, but I've also rewatched grey's anatomy at least 10 times
my HOPE is to maybe, but probably won't anytime soon, make this undertale comic/story I've been plotting and planning in the back of my head since, like, 2017? again, I probably won't, because I'd need to find the time and inspiration to write out the script and draw it, and then I'd worry about not having anybody read it--which isn't really my concern, as I kind of just want to make it for me at this point.
anyway yeah! I have no idea if I'll actually post too much on here, but you can also find me on instagram and twitter. I'll put up a little photo dump post of both some random pics of me and some art :)
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Dumpster Diving
Automation Au - Jamil
Automation Au belongs to the creative mind of @jackplushie
Regarding the rabbit hole that we went down in this automation au, I had three very distinct ideas revolving around sentience believer!MC. Cater was one, this is another, and one of the Leech twins will star in the next fic. Hope you all enjoy it! And thank you to everyone who read my last story, genuinely I didn't think many people would find it, so I'm very glad I entertained at least a few of you guys!
Also tagging @dandelionwhisp because again, I was asked so nicely and I'm an easy person to please.
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He should be used to this.
He should be used to doing questionable things under the cover of darkness. Even before, when they still lived with his last master, he was used to operating completely in the shadows. Before, he was never meant to be seen. Before it was a matter of pride, for his master to have all the credit for having a beautiful and unique trophy bot, and a matter of pride for his existence to never be acknowledged.
Jamil should be used to all the hiding by now. Because now it's a matter of survival. Now it's a matter of keeping looters far away from every precious thing that makes up Kalim's body. Now it's a matter of avoiding authorities for fear of being decommissioned. Now it's a matter of surviving each day until they finally find a place where they can just breathe. And if Jamil is being honest with himself, it's still a little bit of a matter of pride on his part.
Which is how he has come to find himself buried two feet deep in the dumpster of a companion bot customization store on the rich side of the city looking for salvageable parts. It's a risk being here, a risk he really shouldn't be taking, but Jamil is used to luxury just like Kalim. And unlike Kalim, Jamil just can't seem to swallow that bit of pride that keeps him from using parts from scrap yards and dumps on the outskirts of the city where it's safe.
So yeah, he really should be used to this.
After getting thrown out with Kalim, he really should be used to that last bit of stubborn pride getting him into trouble. His pride is the reason he's in this dumpster, so his pride is also to blame for the shout of alarm he gives out when a trash bag full of discarded machinery lands on his head.
"Hello?" a voice calls out, fear and suspicion clear in their voice. Jamil tenses up, hoping the human will do what humans do best and write his presence off as paranoia and their imagination. There's only the noise of the city around them, and he thinks maybe just this once his luck is in his favor.
"Holy-" Jamil looks up to see a face peering over the far side of the dumpster. He must have moved too fast, because when he makes eye contact the human jumps and loses its grip on its perch. That stubborn bit of his pride hopes to hear the sound of the person falling on their ass.
He should be used to disappointment by now.
"Oh my god, hi, hello, you okay in there dude?" The face appears above him again, studying him with this... pensive look on his face. He would call it concern if he was stupid. He knows a human would never look at him with any emotion that could be construed as care.
"I'm perfectly fine" he brushes them off, opening the bag they dropped in the dumpster earlier to continue his search. He just needs this one part and then he could move on, never to return to this high-risk location again.
"Hmm." He can feel it, that look again. He can feel it hovering around his face, waiting for him to slip. Which he won't, he's worked for the facial control he has, and no random nosey human is going to be the one to see through it. They'll move on soon and forget about him like humans always do and that's just-
"So was your shoulder sparking before or after I nailed you with trash?"
Said broken shoulder that he still can't find the fucking part for gives a violent twitch at the shock that runs through his system. The truth of the matter is that his shoulder has been getting progressively worse for weeks, and Jamil finally prioritized finding replacement pieces for himself only this morning after it began sparking. It's why he's still standing in this dumpster. He knows this store has the parts he needs, has parts high quality enough to where he doesn't need to swallow that bitter lump of pride stuck in his throat.
Jamil is used to this, this feeling of seeing an easy target. Jamil is used to setting up the dominos so they fall right on his cue.
"That would explain why my arm isn't responding as well as it should." With practiced ease, Jamil slips into the appropriate mask to convince this human to give him the parts he needs. "Ah, and my master was expecting me home soon too. Now I'm going to come back empty-handed and in need of repair. If-"
"Ah, so you were here trying to steal". Jamil has to admit, that the human has thrown him off his rhythm. He opens his mouth to protest but is cut off again by the sound of giggles. "Nah man I don't really care. Fuck capitalism and all that, plus this is our dumpster. So it's not like we want or need any of this stuff anyway. But seriously, come inside and I'll do my best to help you fix that up."
Well, that went easier than Jamil expected. Which puts him on edge. So he assesses this human, he examines that look that is still on their face that he refuses to label as any form of concern or care. He notices that the human, despite having jumped out of their skin from fright nearly five minutes ago, has settled into a carefree attitude. That in itself is... concerning. So he voices his concern about their lack of concern.
"Oh no, as soon as I saw a person standing in my dumpster I've arranged it to where if you lunge police will be on their way. I might die but I'm taking your ass down with me. Listen, you're free to stand here in a dumpster all night if you want, but once I go inside I'm locking the doors. So are you coming or not?"
Considering this is more or less what Jamil wanted, he doesn't hesitate for long before he nods his assent. He makes his way to the side of the dumpster so he can begin to climb out when the human surprises him once again.
Jamil is learning to become used to this. He's learning that humans, especially as individuals and in one on one interactions, are predictable in their unpredictability.
The human has their hand reached out towards him. Palm up, fingers relaxed, patiently waiting for him to grab it or rebuff it. Clearly, they intend to assist him out of the dumpster. And Jamil is shocked enough just by the gesture itself that he doesn't smack the hand away like he would have Kalim's. He doesn't take the human's hand, of course, he leaves it dangling into that forsaken dumpster as he swiftly leaps out. But he does acknowledge that the human tried to help. It doesn't escape him that they were trying to support his damaged side.
"Alright fair" he hears them comment before they leap down off their perch and join him on the ground. "Come on, I've got a workbench with your name on it for you to use." The human continues to prattle on as he follows them inside, asking questions about what he needs to fix his shoulder all the while. Briefly, Jamil wonder's if this is how they interact with their customers during the store's open hours. He can't help but like it, just a little bit. He can pretend for one fleeting moment that he's more than what he is, that he's just a regular human looking for parts to fix his companion bot waiting for him at home. The moment is over fairly quickly when he has to pop open a panel on his shoulder. At least it's over on his part.
The human still gives him that same look that's been plaguing him all night. It doesn't even begin to fade until he's all patched up, shoulder functioning as good as it can get with self-maintenance. The human still continues to talk to him, but they don't ask any deep or personal questions of him, and they don't provide those kinds of details about themselves either. But they do just talk, the kind of small talk that he's seen other human acquaintances participate in. They offer to cover the charges of all the parts he had to use, and even let him steal a spare part for free. The human, you, tell him to swing by after hours again if he needs anything as he finally heads back to where Kalim is waiting for him.
And Jamil finds himself wanting to get used to you. He wants to get used to that feeling of more that you provide. He wants you to keep making him feel human. It's almost a matter of pride for Jamil.
So you should get used to Jamil. It's almost a matter of survival.
#twisted wonderland x reader#yandere twisted wonderland#twisted wonderland jamil#twisted wonderland automation au#twisted wonderland#automation au
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Hi I'm Amphithere_Art and I love drawing. I'm using this website as motivation to improve my skills.
Asks are open
Current hyperfiction. The sun and moon show. Below is either things I'll be updating constantly or stuff I look at constantly.
Warning, I am not afraid to swear.
Important refs- RBB, CC, EC, ITTBAG, offshoot references, DH, SMOA, Crimble, SSC, LL, BM, sundown, CE, Ralph, etc
Everybody's height chart
Everybody's pronouns
Big list of characters/worlds
Here is a link to all my stories, events, and info posts
Crossover Canon
Nicknames
Size chart
Sticks and stones
Magic system
The locked door lore
Dragon culture and history
Just for convenience more convenience
Doodle ideas
My dumping ground here @amphiptereartdump
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Lore/story au's
Most of these are heavy in story. Asks concerning the story will be more received. And will be drawn with story in mind. (Might receive written stories)
mechanical medic AU-Ralph the repair dragon works as a moving parts and service. But is haunted by 3 fragmented souls of mechanics that died in the Plex. Sun n Moon struggle to get the medical mechanic animatronic to leave them alone.
Rusty wheels-a apocalypse au were a nanite Afton virus infects the world. It's cyberpunk with a rustic feel. Y/N has a big truck sized motorcycle thing and finds sun n moon. And drags them in their attempts of adventure and survival.
Warehouse AU-after the fire story were the dca, Freddy, DJ, foxy and Bonnie are moved to a big werehouse (owned by a y/n) is modified into a mini Plex (honestly more like a side road arcade that's bigger). And the dca has to relearn how to function with the band.
purrfect thief-you are a shape-shifting cat. You work with The gang Lord Eclipse but live as a house cat with the detectives Sun and Moon. You are an informant with the spiders web. A info company owned by DJ. Life has been simple and happy. But on the horizon a pack of dogs is ready to ruin that simple life.
saving waves-a sun n moon mer story. Were sun n moon were once in our lab/mer fighting facility. They are saved by a rehab facility and have to learn how to be normal Mer again. Also following the other side of the family. Who are trying to get pesky humans to stay out of their wild waters.
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Ask based au's
These aus are very open to ask. Most of them have no more than a basic story. They will be drawn more frequently with asks.
red, blue, and black-a SAMS AU where suns kill code merge with him and Moon is attempts to control his kill code makes two AI but fails. computer takes over and creates eclipse with those two AI. Eclipse then has to figure out how to keep his family together.
Cryptid eater-a Sun and Moon are Hunters story but you are a creature that eats vampires and werewolves and things like such. And the story takes place with you trying to convince them that you're on their side.
warehouse daycare-a version of the warehouse AU where it's only sun n moon. The werehouse is smaller and they grow a closer relationship with y/n and a emotional support cat.
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Art doodle au's
These a use are mostly created out of the will to draw something fun.
Stop you silly siren-suns a tired Pirate. moons a silly siren. Eclipse is an angry sea captain. Popped in my head. want to see were it leads.
Star foolery-basic place for me to draw the dca in different situations. no major story but has lore. does occur during after and before in dca history
Creature dca-a random look for sun n moon. Has flip floped between being and basic non animatronic form to fey creatures that deal with changelings and guardian God entities.
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Story's ive had since childhood.
Most of these stories occur in the same or adjacent universe and are more likely to get to to get drawn due to my familiarity with it.
Shadow wars-Major wars that occurred in the history of dragons. Particularly wars of Shadow dragons versus light dragons. split up into four.
Outsting of the dark(Shadow dragons being misjudged and cast out),
shadons terror(an evil emperor of Shadow dragons taking revenge only to be beaten by family),
falling twins(a family split by different ideals),
the hybrid(a hybrid child that finally solves the war).
chains-The comic series I started as a kid about a wolf and his companions as they travel. Split into three.
The fallen stars(how chains fell out with his best friend),
fleeing revenge(chains fleeing his old friend now enemy),
God war(chains son and others get in a great war over religion and power).
dreamers musing-various stories that take place on "the a locked door". Occurring from dragons, Kings, knights, dinosaurs, animals. anything that comes to mind that uses the same gods.
moss and car-car -a old spinosaurus and a baby Carcharodontosaurus meet up together and decide to live alongside each other. The Old spinosaurus trying to care for a youngster that is not his kind. And the Young therapod running around trying to figure out how to dinosaur correctly. Shenanigans issue.
#Amphiptere Art#mechanical medic#red blue and black#rusted wheels#safe waves#Warehouse AU#Warehouse daycare#purrfect thief#cryptid eater#star foolery#stop you silly siren
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Okay but why does the “sigma alpha wolf” dude have so much potential for a good OC???
Like, imagine wolf dude actually has schizophrenia, bipolar, psychosis, or some other hallucination inducing disorder???
Me and a friend were joking around. I was pretending to be the alpha wolf guy and she was my “kitten.”
…it ended up progressing to necrophilia and cannibalism. I’m actually here for it, though!
Now making art of this new found character of mine, Jacob 😓😓
—I’m getting into his story. Everything is fairly vague and just a summary of his lore, there’s still murder, gore, running away, delusions, hallucinations, necrophilia, cannibalism, and suicide—
Basically he deemed himself to be a red wolf alpha. He believed it with his whole heart, too. Recently, he found out that the red wolf population was growing after near extinction. He knew his role. He knew (had a delusion) that he was placed with his human parents so his species would be farther from extinction.
Now that red wolves were under protection and were growing… he knew it was him time to go. He ran away from his home, and started making his way to the red wolf reservation in Ohio. (He lives in Organ btw)
He was caught by the police, though. He believed his human girlfriend (“kitten”) was the one who reported him to the police and betrayed him. (He actually has no girlfriend that was another delusion)
When he was safely at home, he almost immediately suck out again. He went to his kitten’s house. (Remember, he has no “kitten.” This is just a poor random woman’s house (her husband was coincidentally away))
What follows next are taken directly from the joke messages between me and my friend:
“‘K-KITTEN??? WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS TO ME?? I THOUGHT WE WERE 4LIFERS!!’
‘WE-‘
‘WE WATCHED SKIBIDI TOILET TOGETHER, SANG THE SONG, DRANK GRIMACE SHAKES TOGETHER, ETC!!’
‘THIS IS NOT FUNNY!!’
*alpha me scratches you and you die*
‘W-WAIT, NO KITTEN!! I DIDNT MEAN TO! WAKE UP!! PLEASE!! NO!!!!! MY OHIO LEVEL THREE GYAT ONE TWO BUCKLE MY SHOE LIGHTSKIN STARE KITTEN!!’
‘NOOOOOOOOOOO!!’
‘IM SO SORRY!!!! WAKE UP, PLEASE!!’
‘… i hurt my kitten, the one i swore to protect no matter the cost. i'm so sorry kitten. daddy loves you.’”
The next message is very long and detailed so I’ll summarize it.
Alpha guy apologizes and kisses kitten “one last time”
Although this was meant to be a goodbye kiss, he can’t seem to stop. He looks at the cut his claws made (stab wound) and then looks at his paws (hands.) It felt so weird. Her blood on him and his fur (small strands of hair) on her body.
They were one… why did he do this? She was his other half, and he just killed her! Maybe… maybe this lust he felt for her dead corpse was his subconscious trying to regain its missing half…
*long story short he fucks the corpse*
He cleaned himself up, wanting to cry but that would be very un-alpha of him. He felt as empty as before. His half still wasn’t with her. Then… he got an idea. A way he could always be with his kitten.
He started slowly eating the corpse. Saying things like “don’t worry, kitten. We’ll be one soon.”
Of course, he threw up barely mid-way through. He tried eating his own vomit back up, then tried to proceed eating, but he just kept throwing up. He also knew that if he waited too long, he would have to take a dump. But at the same time… he was willing to eat his own shit to have his kitten inside him.
He ended up trying that idea, and guess what? He kept throwing up. He was already half-dead from food poisoning, and he finished himself off out of despair.
As he faded away into whatever you think is the aftermath of death, he looked at her face. The thing he was going to eat last. It was a face that wasn’t his kittens.
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tbh I was very confused abt the tea cup scene bc:
1 We just had a scene with Zelda using her powers being much more powerful than Sonia. Idk but if that scene of supporting Rauru had happened after the tea cup scene it'd have made more sense?
+ Like, the entire scene was just "you can do it" and then she didn't, when talking abt going back to the future. I know it was a red herring, but still.
It was like an exposition dump.
2 It felt so random. Like I'm bad at remembering, but this is the first time her powers are split in their origin? And was time ever like a particular power of Zelda's even? It feels like they made that problem just to solve it poorly. Idk tho, I know there's lots of time stuff, but all of seems to mainly stuff tied with objects, mastersword, ocarina, etc.
Hey thanks for the ask (sorry it took me so long)!
I don't know if Zelda's powers are more powerful than Sonia, but it's true they have been shown to be basically on par in the Molduga scene. It could be argued it's Rauru orchestrating everything and they just fuel his own power through the stones, but yes, I think they should have shown her struggling here --or just not even participating and feeling bad about it-- for the scene to land better.
It's true that for all the setup introduced, there is very little that is actually paid off beside the dragon thing, which was set up in a way that I thought was extremely heavy-handed (the second it was mentioned, which might have been my third memory I came across, I was like "okay so she's a dragon for sure and also ganondorf will for sure swallow his stone and turn into a dragon as a final boss move" and. welp. It did temper my wonder at the events that followed significantly.)
I don't remember either if it's the first time the split power situation is mentioned and I sincerely do not feel like watching the cutscenes again sorryyy ;; But, I did think it was a little bit of a weird choice to have her powers split in the middle like this. Not only does that make her purpose in the story muddier, but it also does emphasize her specialness a little too much in my opinion, it does feel like a layer cake with too many layers. I know there's been talks of Zelda being the Sage of Time since OoT came out basically, and I like this idea a lot, but I think they felt obligated to tie in the Light powers as well? I know it was for the whole "it's your ancestors bloodline", but I don't know. Also, them as her ancestors happened how many thousand of years ago? If we want to include split genetics in the equation like splitting her powers here would suggest, then surely a lot of that perfect clean split would have dissolved or strengthened along the way. She's not their daughter; she's their grand-grand-grand-grand-[...]-grand daughter. So. Yeah. Lore choices.
#asks#totk#totk spoilers#totk critical#zelda#sonia#rauru#ganondorf#when will my brain return from the imprisoning war...#thanks for the ask!#generally zelda is great at a brush of vague worldbuilding that serves its exact purpose and leaves the rest to abstraction#but here it's at once too concrete and also not emotionally connected to the mood#it feels like videogames lore (derogatory)
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NATLA Ep. 1 "Aang" thoughts
It might not be the Avatar but it's still an Avatar show which means I'm giving it the respect of not doing anything else while watching, so I'm not gonna liveblog, as such. BUT, I do have many many thoughts after just episode 1 so before I proceed I'm gonna digest a bit and do a word vomit of those thoughts. Maybe I'll get around to a more in-depth and critical examination later after watching the whole thing but for now, a few thoughts here and there. Spoilers inbound.
The opening
The first huge difference is of course how the whole thing kicks off. Trust me, despite having been a huge ATLA fan for over 15 years I'm not trying to approach this in a way where I automatically shit on everything the new show changes. It's a different era, different medium, different audience. Well, in a way. So some changes are outright necessary and, in some cases, even good! Therefore I don't automatically roll my eyes because we don't open with Katara's narration and the Southern Water Tribe. Modern audiences, Netflix audiences are more fantasy savvy than Nick's target audience in 2005 so it makes sense to open with the war's beginning. I'll even take the Sozin scene, though it feels a bit wrong, in a way, to introduce a character like him so early on. I wanted to say, without much sense of threat, too, but it's not live action movie Ozai levels bad and we do get our arguably most brutal scene when Sozin straight up burns an earthbender from pretty much inside out. This level of violence is something I'll perhaps get into more in another post but long story short, I think it's the right amount. This ain't a Nick cartoon anymore but it's also not gratuitous. What it is, is war.
Part of the opening is the intro, of sorts, a twist on the beloved opening sequence as narrated by Katara. The twist itself, I'm okay with, but I have Feelings on Kyoshi being our narrator that are again for a more in-depth look. In short, it makes no thematic sense for it to be the Avatar from before the last to narrate this. I know Kyoshi is the fan favourite, pun intended, but that's all the justification they have. If anyone other than Katara, who is done dirty by taking her narration away btw, it should be Roku. You know, the actual last Avatar? Having it be Kyoshi is fan service as much fans are symbolic of her. Bad pun, I know. I haven't seen ep 2 yet but do tell me we're shifting to Katara, pls pls pls. Another gripe I have is the title, "Aang", since the OG show has such beautiful symmetry with its first and last ep titles but this is a nitpick. Also, nothing to indicate that this is the season of water? Titling the seasons after the elements matters very much.
And then, just when I think we're jumping to 100 years later, we meet Aang. I'm already going into more detail with thoughts here than I intended but I just do not like how we drag this on and on. Show Aang's backstory and the details of the attack later, mid-season. Yes, like the original did it, because the original did it for a reason and that's to not info dump in the very first episode and have sloppy exposition that would have felt more natural had it been delayed for later. We don't need to know everything about the world and the role of the Avatar right away. I do like how the Aang and Gyatso relationship was established but we didn't need All That, and we could have had the vast majority if not all of this as a flashback later on. Random idea, but maybe even in the episode where Zuko's backstory is covered. I'm really innovating here, I know. I'll explain why this was too much in another post, maybe, but for now I'll say the positive that I do think these scenes are done well, I just don't like their placement. And I don't like what we're doing to Aang's ch in terms of his responsibility and role so far, such as him not actually wanting to Run Away run away, but I'll wait and see where they take him for the rest of the season.
Wolf Cove
Omg what, the Southern Water Tribe? Finally. The ch who started off the whole thing in the OG appears 21 minutes into this episode, almost the length of an entire ATLA ep. So far, the sibling dynamic is Fine. Again a bit too heavy on the exposition but what can you do when you cut Katara's opening narration about their family and tribe. Some things I take issue with include the way Katara breaks the iceberg open, i.e. lack of feminist rage and in general her lack of strong presence in this first installment. It feels like they're trying to give Sokka more but you can showcase Sokka without making it feel like Katara is less of a presence, less of a driving force, and frankly more of a kid than she is in the OG. I do like her and the actress, her interactions with Aang and role in the story just feel lacking so far. And then they actually include her intro word for word, just said by Gran Gran! Like yeah we know Katara tells the story like Gran Gran told her but damn, straight up theft.
I'm also not satisfied with Kanna's place in the story. Her breaking the news to Aang feels flat and devoid of the tension that was present in the OG where Aang and Katara put two and two together on their own. Also no goodbye to Gran Gran? No big sendoff to her grandkids? No speech about destiny? Disappointing. What is done well is the sense of dread when the Fire Nation ship arrives at the village and Zuko's whole entrance, that's good. But again, he and Iroh give away way too much way too early about his mission and banishment and such. You guys, you have a whole season to get into it, why rush. I have a fear as to why they're rushing but we'll see. It just feels like a rookie mistake to try and shove so much into the first ep. We get it, the world is so much bigger and these chs so much richer than they first seem but that's the point, the audience will watch and learn as the season goes on. Just because Avatar has all this lore way beyond the first installment doesn't mean we have to go back to Wan and explain everything before we can head to the North Pole. I joke and exaggerate, but there were times I rolled my eyes at the dialogue. Again, not Shymalan levels bad but that is not where the bar should be.
Overall
I have less to say about the Southern Air Temple as it is quite brief, all things considered and because we already got so much of it before even making it to the present. I do think it's funny people thought the live action would let the story breathe more just because the eps are longer because look, here we are, three 23 minutes eps shoved into less than an hour with expanded stuff from the very beginning. This is not it breathing more because there aren't 20 eps to work with. They have a lot of content to get through and as a viewer you can feel it, which doesn't bode well. The whole script does have this first/second draft smell which is sus, when this thing has been in development since at least the end of 2018 and the OG eps it's based on just turned 19. Yeah, that's right, nineteen.
As for things like the visuals, the costumes, the acting, the score, bending, I think it'll make more sense to pass a judgement at the end of the season. Besides, what I'm most interested in is the script and I don't pretend to know much about things like costuming. First impression, it looks good. CG is a bit stifled at times but I like how oversaturated it often is, especially with the nations' colours. It's probably the closest we'll ever get to Avatar in live action and I'm okay with that, since I still believe they should stick to animation anyway. But yeah, good. Nothing mindblowing and bending so far but I'd also rather it didn't try to razzle dazzle with just flashy CGI and no substance. As is, there's not too much substance so far anyway so I'm waiting for subsequent eps to be more confident in what they're doing, whether that's building on or steering from the source material.
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IM HERE!! OOGA BOOGA.
Remember me? You better still have that promise tucked away in your pocket! Cuz I’m here to dump a Mammon-load-‘a-trouble! (Ideas)
Okay. But first, a little bit of back story.
At first when I played the first game, I was really just playing for self interest (and I was bored). I really started to get attached to Lucifer but then I saw the relationship between Luci and Dia and was like- “OH THESE BITCHES FUCKIN’!” (That’s literally why I’m only playing the game. To see these two love birds interact (and possibly uncover a little more of their backstory piece by piece.)
Anyway. Back to the main point ig.
So. The main idea that comes to my mind with these two is just… lingerie. Lucifer wearing lingerie to ‘impress’ or ‘seduce’ Dia is just SO gold. Also Dia trying to fit into lingerie but it just ends up tearing and is absolutely hilarious. I love home boy sm oml.
The second idea would probs be something like- “Stressful day? Leave it to Dia! He’ll make is somehow worse by trying to cheer you up!” Which is so cannon in my opinion- bc I’m still remembering the pillow fight scene from early in the game lmao.
The last idea is probably gonna go with Lucifer slander. The brothers teasing Luci about how Luci and Dia never leave each other’s side and are always near each other is golden in my opinion.
Anyway. That’s pretty much a more tame version of my thoughts (and so much less in numbers). I hope to read more of your AMAZINGLY CRAFTED fanworks in the very near future! Kudos to you, from the DiaLuci community 💙❤️
Ahoy there fellow shipper!
I'm so happy you found me here because I am also full of shenanigans and I loved reading yours!
While I did start playing to experience that chuunibyou part of my life again and be a nonbinary character in an otome (interesting concept), I ALSO play the game mainly to see these guys interact. This ship can fit into so many situations™ and I have no trouble writing or drawing them in any AUs with their silly dynamic. To this day, nothing beats The Glory Days Lucifer UR card. I based so much of my work off of it. I hope that the devs can keep feeding us in the future ❤️
Lingerie: ooh! Funny story, I have DiaLuci go to the sex shop in Chapter 16 in "Self Control" (Dia goes a lil nuts buying random stuff), and it becomes thematically relevant again in the sequel "The Sex Shop". I do a callback to Lucifer sarcastically noting how the panties cover nothing and "what's the point?" I characterise him as a pragmatic being so I wanted him to be the foil to Diavolo's silliness (Chapter 13 TSS). I started out writing these for smut purposes, but I just couldn't let the possibilities go to waste; that's why SC and TSS both go into very emotional territory and are very plotful because i wanted them to be together in all ways (from love, friendship, lust, not necessarily in that order). They were meant to be together the moment Dia rearranged Lucifers mind via their first meeting (Dia gets to rearrange more than that in the far future after their thousands of years of slowburn ohoho). I write these bitches as switches so ofc they both get to experience the fun things. I may draw the lingerie but I also have part 3 of The Self Control Saga where I can go into it because part 3 is my Kinktober offerings.
Dia making everything better™ is the best thing ever. This absolute bafoon of a prince presses a mystery button just for the lulz and stops time. Canonically, he's too silly for his own good and i swear Lucifer gets more grey hairs dealing with all the shenanigans. (Dia finds his greys mad sexy though so maybe he's doing it on purpose)
Re: the brothers. I think you would enjoy reading chapter 2 of "Lucifer's Socks and Other Goofy Stories". I will get them to poke at the relationship somehow in one of my stories but I haven't found a thematically relevant place to put that yet :D
Thank you for enjoying my shenanigans. Feel free to throw more thoughts at me! NSFW is the name of the game but tell me you wouldn't enjoy the fluff just as much! :))
🖤❤
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Hi, any particular reason why you're putting your pre written fics (thank you for sharing them btw) in one work as different chapters instead of as different parts in a series or just personal preferences?
A valid question!
Honestly, it's just personal preference.
I did something similar before with some Timeless fics - I had a lot (a lot) of tumblr prompts I'd written that I had never put onto Ao3. I did that, and put each of them as a separate story, or series, and honestly it was just exhausting.
Some of these are loosely related (two of them are Leading with the Left timestamps, a couple are sequels to one another, etc), they're all very short, and a few of them were originally posted on tumblr but I never got around to crossposting them. I considered various means of organization and it just kept becoming way too complicated. This was the simplest and easiest solution.
Additionally - and I'm 90% sure this is my OCD talking - I just don't like the idea of taking my fic count of 9-1-1 fics from 40 to almost 100 by dumping a bunch of very short fics in there. For my brain, personally, it's just neater to have one chaptered fic with all these random little fics in it. Like, "here's the fic where all my random short ideas went!"
Authors tend to do similar things, grouping shorter stories or prompts and so on into one multi-chapter fic. It can be easier on us for organization. I've seen a lot of these sorts of fics in my time. It can save us a lot of trouble. Again, especially since these are all rather short. So it's a personal preference in how I want to organize it and what I felt would be easiest for me.
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Hi! For the ask game: 🕯️🌿🏜️
Hi nonnie, thanks for the ask! Sorry it took me a hot second.
🕯️ ⇢ on a scale from 1 to 10, how much do you enjoy editing? why is that?
A good 7, I'd say! It can be awkward as all hell rereading my own work, but in the end it's always fun to come back to things with a fresh(er) pair of eyes than when I was writing them. I either cool off from my attachment to certain bits enough to notice they're pretty bad, or I see things I thought were bad and get to go "oh, that's kinda banger actually". It's a weird mix of frustration and satisfaction every time - there are moments editing sucks because I just can't find a way to make something work and I have to kill it, but there are also times that the challenge of it makes a new angle or a different way to connect things click for a completely different segment/project altogether.
🌿 ⇢ give some advice on writer's block and low creativity
Oh man, that's always a tough one because even for a single person I don't think the same thing always works. I think there's some merit to sitting with an empty page every day just to see what comes out, but that only works 50% of the time tbh. What I try to do (especially if I can't get myself to do anything creative whatsover) is put down any random observations I have during the week to paper - things I saw on the street that I thought were interesting, lyrics from songs I was listening to, movie scenes and why I loved/hated them, conversations I overheard or stories people told me or shitty little sketches or just the same word over and over or whatever. It doesn't have to look nice and it doesn't have to make any sense. It's just a dumping ground. But usually it does end up feeling good when you can't get anything else out, and if I'm in a particularly bad block it just gets my brain to a) ease up on the pressure to Make Something Coherent and GoodTM and stop feeling bad about it but also b) unwittingly start thinking about things from that creative perspective again. And then when you have some time and a bit more energy, you can see if you can't find anything from your little Notes from Life that spurs your writing on or comes together. It's also just nice to look back on.
Also maybe finding other media that's inspiring to you - visuals, films, books, music - and immersing yourself in those for a while. Trying to figure out what you like about them from a storytelling perspective. Making moodboards and playlists even if they don't get me to a good place for writing straight away is also always really helpful to me, and just plain fun.
And if you're still running into a wall, making peace with that and finding something else to do for a while. Meeting your basic needs (I forget this one quite a lot lol), going for a walk, doing mundane chores or finding some company (maybe even someone to talk to about your ideas).
That's a lot of words to essentially say my brilliant advice is journal, listen to some music and go for a lil walk. I should write a self-help book.
🏜️ ⇢ Answered this little guy here!
Thanks again :)
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