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basu-shokikita · 3 months

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Dethentines 2024 Day 5

In the style of a romance novel

So, uh, because I'm not a reader of romantic novels @mirrorshards suggested I use a manga for today which I thought was better for me because I'm infinitely more knowledgeable in that field. That said, she still ended up helping me choose a title...

And like that, have a Skwistok version of the BL Therapy Game. This entry is a little more suggestive than the others, so take that as a warning. It was definitely challenging to adapt this story to these two for a handful of reasons but I think I managed! So, here we go~

Skwisgaar was used to messing around.

With women, with men, it was all the same to him. None of them really meant anything to him besides temporary fun and a good distraction.

And so, he didn’t think of anything different when this guy Toki walked around, weeping about his girlfriend who dumped him for somebody else. He was drinking his heart away for different reasons, anyway. His best friend and companion, the guitar, didn’t want to hang out with him these days.

Not that this guy would understand.

“Ahhh!!” Toki cried into his hands. “Linda, whys…you ams- hic- you ams the love of my lives…”

“T’ere, t’ere…” Pickles patted his back sympathetically while giving his friends a look.

Toki tried to reach for a half-empty bottle of Red Label, but Nathan grabbed it before he did. “I think you’ve drunk enough, buddy.”

“No ways!” Toki exclaimed, barely able to keep his body straight. “I wants to…I wants to drinks untils I die!”

“He’sch way over the line.” Murderface said with crossed arms and disdain on his face.

“Ja…” Skwisgaar agreed. “He shouldks probables gets goings.”

His three friends stared at him while Toki kept rambling like a drunkard.

“Whats?” Skwisgaar was confused.

“Well…” Pickles glanced to the side.

“You brought him over to us.” Nathan said, eyelids heavy but still stoic.

“Whats?!”

“Yeah!” Murderface pointed accusingly. “Thisch isch your fault!”

“Are you fuckings-”

“Whats ams you alls talkings abouts?!” Toki cried. “Nothings- hic- matters! Nothings matters but Lindas!” He threw his hands into the air. “Oh, Lindas, why!”

“God damns it…” Skwisgaar pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Lindaaaaaa…”

“‘S okey, Toki.” Pickles rubbed his back. “Skwisgaar will teik you home, right, Skwisgaar?”

“Fucks you.” Skwisgaar whispered to his friend. “Fines!” He slung Toki’s arm around his shoulder and picked him up. “Let’s goes home, cries babies.”

“Have fahn! But not too much fahn!”

“Yeah, definitely not too much fun.”

“Eschpeschially not too much fun.”

Skwisgaar rolled his eyes as he carried the babbling Toki away. Why did he have to take care of the idiot?!

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At the end, Toki was so incoherent that Skwisgaar had to drop him at a hotel, because he didn’t remember his address. He was feeling a little sorry for him, though, so he watched over him until he stopped weeping against the pillow. This wasn’t the first time he had looked after a drunk person, anyway.

“Dids you calms down alreadies?” He asked, when Toki was staring at the ceiling silently. “I wants to goes home, you knows?”

Toki glanced at him, blinking. “Ams you?”

“Heugh?”

“You saids you was sads about de guitars…”

Skwisgaar was surprised Toki had remembered it in his state, but he shrugged it off. “Pfft, dat ams a differents kinds of lonelies nest.”

A grin spread across Toki’s face as he dragged Skwisgaar closer with his legs.

“W-Whats?” Skwisgaar asked in confusion, only now realizing how strong Toki was.

“Lonelies nest ams still lonelies.” He said before wrapping his arms around Skwisgaar. “Soes you gets a hugs.” His hand patted the back of Skwisgaar’s head.

“Eugh, lets goes…” Skwisgaar grumbled though he didn’t actually move away. “We amsn’t even friends…”

“We ams friends nows…” Toki squeezed him by the waist, his lips brushing with Skwisgaar’s ear dangerously. “Rights?” He whispered.

Surprised, Skwisgaar pulled away. Toki’s expression had abruptly changed, from friendly and innocent to dark and suggestive.

“Heys…” He cupped Skwisgaar’s face sweetly. “It ams fines to wants to be spoileds, you knows?”

What…?

In slow motion, Toki’s eyelids fell shut and his face began to grow closer. It’s not like Skwisgaar wasn’t used to being hit on by strangers constantly…

Wasn’t he straight though?

“You ams too drunks…” He tried to resist but Toki’s grip on him didn’t relent. Reluctantly, Skwisgaar let their lips meet and it was like a surgeon of electricity spread inside his entire body, shocking him.

Bewitched, Skwisgaar wrapped his arms around Toki’s neck, giving into it. He had never experienced such enticing tenderness before and he was swiftly growing addicted to it. Toki’s hands, lips, eyes on him…

Even if he had wanted to pull away, he wouldn’t have been able to.

He never wanted Toki to let him go now.

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“Sorries…” Toki apologized the morning after. “I acts stupids sometimes when Is drunks…I don’ts remembers anythings…”

Skwisgaar was baffled. Seriously? The one time sex felt meaningful for him, the other party didn’t even remember it?

What kind of sick joke was that?

He cleared his throat. “I sees…” He said, unclasping his black leather choker from his neck. “You was pretties wasteds last nights soes…”

“Ja…” Toki seemed genuinely apologetic. “I never learns…”

“It amsnt your faults.” Skwisgaar gently grabbed him by the wrists and Toki looked up. “You gots brokeneds hearts.”

Toki’s eyes had a glimmer of hope. “Soes your forgives-”

“Hows ever.” Skwisgaar interrupted him, blue eyes piercing into blue. “Ams not letting last nights turns into nothingks.” With one smooth movement, he straddled Toki’s naked torso.

“W-Whats?” Toki’s eyes widened.

“You don’ts remembers?” Skwisgaar leaned towards him. “Dat ams fine. Alls makes you remembers…” He began undoing the button of Toki’s pants.

“Waits a minutes-”

“Nice and slows…” Skwisgaar continued, his fingers trailing along the zipper.

“I-I don’t wants to!” The panic was beginning to show in Toki’s face.

Skwisgaar smirked. “So you gets to takes advantages of someones and then refuse to acks knowledge? Dat amsn’t nice.”

“Dat’s not-” When Skwisgaar was about to shove a hand inside, he yelled. “Stops!”

It took a few seconds for Skwisgaar to figure he had fallen out of the bed and that the flashing pain on his stomach was from being kicked by Toki’s feet.

“Eugh…what ams you a monsters…” He groaned, doubling over.

Toki rolled to his side and stood up, a look of disappointment in his face. “Ams you always likes dis?” His breathing was visibly hitched. “Always being doings whats you wants? Beings spoileds?”

Skwisgaar squinted. “Whats?”

With barely any effort, Toki untied the choker from his wrists and threw it on the bed. “I thoughts we coulds be pals, but you ams a jerks.” He grabbed his clothes and walked towards the door before turning back. “And you ams gonna be all alones your holes lives!” The door was slammed behind him.

Stunned, Skwisgaar sat up. Did that crybaby runt just walk out on him?

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“Fuckings dildos! Who ams he? What ams he- What de fucks!” Skwisgaar slammed his glass against the counter. “I hates him!”

“Dood, Skwisgaar, he was a guy mournin’ his girlfriend. Why did you even lay your hands on him?” Pickles took a sip of his bottle. “We told ya naht to have too much fahn with him.”

“I didn’ts-”

“Yeah, Skwisgaar, he was obviously straight.” Nathan added. “You gotta raise your standards, dude.”

“I wasn’ts-”

“Not everyone isch gay, Schkwisgaar.” Murderface said. “You schould remember that, I mean, you’re friensch with me and I’m not gay. I love ladiesch and titsch.”

They all went silent.

“Anyways, I didn’t starts anythingks, okeis?” Skwisgaar said. “He ams de ones whats jumps at my arms and has his ways wif mes. Ams innocents dis times.”

“This time…” Pickles rolled his eyes. “How many times have ye been tha one on tha other side of this cahnundrum, huh?”

“Yeah, why are you suddenly mad about this? You’re always breaking people’s hearts.”

“Eugh…”

“You’re a fucking schlut isch what you are!”

Skwisgaar buried his head in his arms. This was the opposite from being encouraging, they were just dogpiling on him.

“Just forget about tha dood. You’ll find someone new in no tahm. In fact, by tonight, even.” After a moment, Pickles added. “Guess there’s really people even Skwisgaar can’t seduce, huh.”

“He went too far.” Nathan agreed.

“Too smug.” Pickles continued.

“Too arrogant!” Murderface finished.

“Alrights, you know whats?” Skwisgaar sat straight, suddenly determined. “Dats it, alls does it!”

The other three stared at him like he was insane. “Do whet?” Pickles asked.

“Ams gonna makes dat stupid straights guys falls for me.” He raised his glass, smirking. “And dens alls breaks his hearts. Dat will teaches hims, nobody messes with Skwisgaar.”

While Nathan and Murderface shook his head in disapproval, Pickles snuck a hand inside his packet. “Well, I wasn’t gonna tell ye but if ye’re so hellbent on acting stoopid…” When he pulled out his hand, there was some sort of card on it. “He dropped this yesterday, mind givin’ it beck?”

Skwisgaar grabbed the card and inspected it closely, smiling when he recognized the item. It was Toki’s ID.

Perfect.

#dethentines #dethentines2024 #skwistok #skwisgaar skwigelf #toki wartooth #metalocalypse #pickles the drummer #nathan explosion #william murderface #my writing #tw suggestive #tw alcohol #no beta we die like men etc #therapy game #no fr this time I JUST finished this and i need to go buy groceries #so sorry for any potential mistakes lol

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a-small-writer-in-a-big-world · 9 months

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the MW reboot games are on sale on steam...

#do i let them have my money #i got told that i'm allowed to spend money for myself #and now i'm like #on the verge of doing retail therapy lol #i've played cod before #and seen the games #idk #plus i have no one to play warzone with anyway

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melting-sugar-cubes · 5 months

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#Hinohara Meguru #therapy game #therapy game restart #mito minato #my edits #i think this panel is actually from TG rather than TGR-- but~... imma still tag both for now--#and one day i'll color this panel-- like i've been planning to do for ages lol #but for now i'm still gonna share it as is-- because this is still a very cute Micchan~ u w u

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annakarenina · 4 months

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not to be cheesy cringe and bare my ass in public but i dont think love is supposed to be a game bro…

#unless ure not looking for love then play that stupid game ig #like if the talking stage consists of Restricting urself and toning down ur needs…..next!#2024 out: playing hard to get 2024 in: no playing just let them get u……FUCK THE CHASE #thats for the bitches with insecure disorganized etc attachments this way u find the ones with the Secure attachments #also i need therapy. i cant be talking shit about my disorganized attachment bitches when i prob have one too lol #sorry amy winehouse love is not a losing game bc love isnt a game #basically i give up cuz why am i attracting losers when im a winner #2024 ins: get a raise and earn passive income #lext

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lesbiangiratina · 8 months

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I dreamt about a game where testament was the main playable character. It seemed story driven like in an overture-esque way. I briefly lived in a better world

#i didnt. get to any gameplay but like i knew it was a game in my dream.#it opened in a museum (or aquarium? idk i think it was wet.)#and someone recognized them as a gear and knew about them and it went into some lore there #but i kept feeling like i missed dialogue so i kept starting over? lol. so i didnt get far.#it was kinda spliced between a totally different dream. which didnt help either.#also i was only asleep for lile an hour and a half. which is so sad #please i want to dream about testament game allllllllll night :(#also i got sleep paralysis in the dream. i assume that was me half awake getting sleep paralysis in real life.#i get a very fucking loud ringing in my ears when that happens and it was very accurate to that.#okay. okay i need to readjust to reality in the next hour. i got therapy. wish me luck.#the kat goes meow

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bigkickguy · 9 months

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wip - hit da machine ending this morning and im losing my mind

#fear and hunger spoilers #termina spoilers #fear and hunger termina spoilers #kickdraw #girls will really escape their conservative overly religious household and instead of going to therapy become new gods instead lol #and spike their hair and usher in 80's hair metal aesthetic i guess????#and it is the craziest shit hadkjfghadg im so happy #like ????#abella did you know that your GF's sister hijacked not-hitler's machine god?#im losing my mind #i know its kind of similar to the birth of the god of fear and hunger end from the first game?#but this feels nicer in my mind cause we don't immediately see the party getting fucked up after

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frodo-with-glasses · 1 year

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Acceptance

The first thing that comes to mind when I think of LotR and “acceptance” is…

…actually this old video by the youtube channel Cinema Therapy!

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But far be it from me to just plop someone else’s content here and move on without any of my own effort, so let’s talk about this concept a little more.

In the video, Johnathan explains that the concept of radical acceptance is most famously encapsulated in the Serenity Prayer from Alcoholics Anonymous: “God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, the courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to know the difference.” Radical acceptance, he says, adds another level: accepting what you choose to change for the greater good.

Much like Frodo accepted the task to carry the Ring, even though it interrupted his life and continued to cost him more and more, we too are often faced with unpleasant realities and responsibilities. Radical acceptance is choosing to embrace life as life is, without sugarcoating, blame-shifting, or denial. It doesn’t mean we have to like what we’re seeing, and it doesn’t mean we have to roll over and give up all hope. It just means embracing reality—and our responsibility in it—for what it is, so that we have a place to start.

I know a little something about this. I’ve mentioned cryptically a few times that a close loved one of mine is dealing with some serious mental health issues; it’s gotten to the point that said loved one is barely recognizable for who they once were, and it’s been that way for some time. This crisis has caused some major upheaval and restructuring of responsibilities in my family. One crucial cog in the machine is down for the count, and that means someone else has to pick up the slack.

Now, faced with that situation, I have a choice in front of me. I can rail at God or my loved ones or the world in general for bringing this tragedy and inconvenience upon me. I can spend my time being angry and blaming other people—some of whom might have legitimately contributed to the current state of affairs!—and focus all my energy on plotting revenge. I can ignore the situation, focusing only on myself, and take my wings and fly and leave the nest in total disarray. (It’s fine! I’m living my best life. Why should I care about anyone else?) I could begrudgingly shoulder my responsibilities, doing the bare minimum to keep the ship afloat, but secretly harboring resentment in my heart that the “best years of my life” are being wasted at home. What a shame that a gorgeous young thing like me is stuck here, wasting her life picking up the slack for an invalid, when I could be out in the great wide world, stealing hearts, climbing ladders, making a name for myself! Oh, woe is me, my life is so hard!

Or.

I could look at the situation for what it is—study it, mourn it, come to terms with it—and then get up on my feet and choose to do what’s right.

I have no control over my circumstances, but I can choose how I respond to them. I cannot choose my lot in life, but I can choose to put forward my best attitude and greatest effort. I did not bring about this tragedy, but I can choose to do good in response to it. And with every meal cooked, every chore completed, every grocery receipt in my purse, every Grown-Ups Board Meeting in the sunroom to discuss how we can take care of the rest of the family, I make that same choice all over again.

Acceptance.

And then—action.

I think this is why Lord of the Rings has been such a comfort to me over this past year and a half; why I’ve fallen in love with Frodo in a deeper way than I did when I was a kid. I know how it feels to keep putting one foot in front of the other on a journey that, by all rights, you never should’ve had to take in the first place. I know how it feels to wake up every day and have to decide to keep going. I know how it feels to accept a burden that you never should have had to carry.

It destroyed Frodo, in the end. I don’t intend to be destroyed myself. (That’s why I’m taking such intentional steps to take care of my own mental health in this process; and praying, praying like mad, too.) But even in those moments when the road looks dark, Frodo’s story gives me hope that one day, I too will see goodness and joy coming out of my sacrifice.

Until then:

Acceptance.

And after that—action.

WORD ASK GAME!

#word ask game #frodo baggins #lord of the rings #lotr #my writing #i really hope i didn’t waffle on for too long about my own family situation LOL #this is an lotr fan blog not lady glasses’ personal therapy session #but hey! maybe it’ll help someone idk #anyway yeah i’m accepting prayers at any time lol #never can have enough of those :-P

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peribirb · 5 months

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Whoa Ask Game Thing

whoa shit damn i got tagged in a Get To Know Me thing by @rasticore. i haven't seen one of these organically in a while let's gooooo

Last Song: uhh something off of Integrated Tech Solutions by Aesop Rock, i forget what song i left off on when i turned the car off. the new album whips ass and i've been looping it a lot lately lol.

Favorite Color: Greeeeeeeeen but i like a lot of cool colors, blues and purples and such. plus a bit of yellow as a contrast looks very nice.

Last movie/show: uhhhhh i've been watching some X-Files with folks on discord, so probably that. last movie i watched through was probably The Thing on halloween

Relationship Status: Bad At This Whole Relationship Thing :) i have a lot of stuff i gotta work on with myself i think... there's multiple people who i love deeply and enjoy being close with and who occupy that same general area of my mind but like. i struggle with the actual formal Dating stuff ><

Last Thing Looked Up: either an NYT crossword clue i was stuck on or something to do with DOOM map making, which i've been trying to get myself back into.

Current Obsessions: Between obsessions atm 😔 I've been going hardcore on Terraria lately, i finally beat the Moon Lord for the first time since buying the game like a decade ago lmao. I unlocked all the achievements and was gonna try to 100% the bestiary but that is just. SO much work and i can feel the enthusiasm dying lol. i've had a bit of an itch to get back into modded minecraft so that might be the next one...

now i gotta tag people uuuhhhh... @butchmechanism @maevedx @heliogoodbye @pactwraith @hey-im-spidey @peri @peribytes and the standard Anybody Who Sees This And Wants To Do It :)

#ask game #trying not to turn the relationship question into a therapy session but it's been on my mind a lot lately lol

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lucalicatteart · 1 year

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Poll adventure (paventure? lol) Day 11: read the small story tidbit below the poll for more details, OR just vote based on initial impression

(✦ see past poll results + further information HERE (link) ✦)

Yesterday's poll decided that The Adventurer should curiously socialize with a few of the boat travelers ...

"The Adventurer grabs one of the ornate glass bowls near the buffet table, meekly gathering some cheese and vegetables as he scans the crowd. For the first 15 minutes of the lunch, he mostly crouches in a corner seat, nibbling on his food and nervously fielding the occasional drunken question from a passing party guest..

Knowing he should.. probably... actually socialize at some point, he begrudgingly chooses conversational partners, squeezing his eyes shut and pointing around randomly until he lands on someone.....

The first is a scrawny man in a flashy suit, wobbly from wine but still keeping a vaguely charming demeanor about him. He proudly introduces himself as a "legal expert", then goes on to ramble for a while about the laws in the area, how drastically they vary from city to city (plus a few veiled hints on how to safely break them), and that if you travel a lot it can be hard to keep up with it all.

He mentions, quite conveniently, that he's recently published a book on the topic, a legal guide for local explorers, and offers to give The Adventurer a copy for a special discounted price... but... then soon recalls that the crate of books he'd planned to sell on the boat sadly ended up falling into the river earlier during a "silly little mishap"..

In place of a book, he simply slides The Adventurer a glossy mint colored paper swirled with golden floral motifs, supposedly serving as some sort of business card, though the actual contact information seems obscured beneath the cluttered design. The Lawyer also pulls off his scarf as he rises to leave, wrapping it around The Adventurer's shoulders with a little waving flourish (not the first time someone has confused his anxious shaking for cold shivers). The Adventurer stutters out a confused thank you, then watches as the Lawyer stumbles off, mumbling to himself that he's been drinking too much and "truly must find somewhere to piss"......

The second person he approaches is an older woman, hunched over a table fidgeting with a handful of colorful glass dice, spinning and stacking and arranging them into patterns whilst her thoughts drift elsewhere. Initially, she gives evasive answers when asked personal questions, but soon grows more talkative once the topic of local flora and fauna arises. She apparently used to adventure as well, roaming the lands to document various elements of nature relevant to her mysterious "private research" - though, at her age, she's now resigned to casual boat rides rather than riskily hiking alone through uncharted wilderness. Gently laying a worn leather journal of watercolor paintings out onto the tabletop, she points at various berries, leaves, and animals, eagerly describing their significance...

After chatting for a while, she abruptly changes topics, mentioning that sometimes she can "sense things which she should not" (whatever the hell that means), then asks him to pick one of her dice. He hesitates, but she just stares, refusing to elaborate further.. Finding even 30 seconds of awkward silent eye contact physically impossible to bear, he hurriedly plops a finger down in front of an iridescent yellow die. She chuckles..

Scooping up all of the dice from the table, she rattles them in her clasped hands, then brings them up to her ear as if to listen... to something?? A few moments later, she turns back to him, speaking in a raspy whisper: "There are others, melding your footprints with their own, seeking a gift you do not yet know - this is what I see."

Before he can ask her for any elaboration, the Captain returns, grumbling that The Adventurer has already stayed 5 minutes past the time limit and swatting at him with a broom to shoo him off of the boat. Apparently an hour can go by fast....

After climbing back into his dinky raft, he sails mostly successfully down the river, finally making it to a point that, at least based on his map, SHOULD be where the main road picks back up past the detour. He crashes into a small grouping of rocks whilst trying to navigate back to the shore, but he was planning on disassembling the raft to get his rope and supplies back anyway, so.. aside from a scraped knee and possibly broken pinky toe, he decides it's actually fine. The cat is okay, which is all that really matters, anyhow.

By the time he's taken apart his boat, eaten a quick meal, and bandaged his leg, the sun seems to have nearly set. It's later in the night than he'd usually like to travel, but, where he's going is a pretty commonly used road, so maybe it's safe? He's exhausted from socializing, but could probably muster enough energy to walk for at least a while. Or perhaps he should just call it a night and find a place to sleep.. But.. where??? What should he do?

Additional information

acquired a long, warm, expensive scarf

acquired slightly increased knowledge of local plants

acquired vague information from the 'dice based fortune teller', or whatever that was meant to be

acquired a business card (+ ability to get away with one minor crime free of legal consequence)

acquired mild nausea for the next 5hrs from weird buffet cheese

acquired badly scraped knee and sprained toe (will walk slightly slower for the next 2 days)

the adventurer's current main goal: follow his map to reach the abandoned castle ruins and see the rare animal specialist about the mysterious egg he has

#paventure posting #polls #choose your own adventure #okay yeahgh this one took like a week instead of a few days lol #I've went back to physical therapy for my chronic chest muscle issue and I think one of the new excercises they gave me in the #appointment ended up really irritating something instead of helping it because I was having way worse and sharper #chest pain for a few days. I went to the doctor and got an ekg just to rule out anything bad like that because I seriously #thought something was wrong but.. apparently it's just the same thing as always. It feels a bit better now #and hopefully wont get bad again if I ease into the excercises more. but for a few days I really didn't want to use my arms at all #so that means like.. not drawing or typing. also when I feel bad I kind of stray away from social media? I know for some peopls #social media is a good distraction when they're sick or whatever but I just find it stressful. I usually just lay on the floor #for a few days with silly cooking shows or Carefully Curated Youtube Videos That Specifically Contain Absolutley Zero Possibility #Of Stressful content Whatsoever on in the background lol.. ANYWAY.#I am at the moment able to use the computer again so I could draw things. hopefully will get on better schedules again one day #anyway!!... HE!!! adventure man... Again I hate trying to shorten things by just describing the conversations without dialogue #like saying “they talked about trees” rather than literally writing out a transcript of the entire conversation they had about trees #etc. I think because most of the time when I write it's in a very dialogue heavy context (like script type things. or visual novels/games #where lots of characters are talking and it's mostly that. etc.) So it feels awkward and bad to just skip over things #But also these would take days and days and days to do if I wrote out pages of conversation so I'm just doing vaguely rushed shortcut writi #writing trying to include only details that are necessary or etc. but ggbhjbhj... it's just so opposite to what I usually like #I always walk away like 'FINE.. i GUESS.. that will have to do >:T' lol #Kind of like how I hate literally every bit of digital art I have ever done because I'm so used to traditional art - specifically pencil #and pen stuff that's very sketchy and messy - and then digital art is all about clean even neat lines with a line tool and very polished #clean coloring - so it's super super opposite to my usual sketchy things and just Feels Wrong. I kind of like ms paint because it feels #like a middle ground like. it's somehow also sketchy even though it's digital. multiple pixelly lines over each other give it a 'sketch'#type feel. BUt anyway. It's supposed to be casual and quick and fun! I will choose to ignore all art and writing errors because #it is all about having a little advenchure! :3 As long as the main idea is clear enough for the voting to make sense . who cares #Remember to keep him safe! the dice lady is trying to help him. Regardless of where he sleeps though he can probably use the scarf #as a new warm blanket addition to his existing meager bedding situation lol. soft. fluffy. the cat will love it probably #Also again. whenever he talks to people the text will be longer. Sorry. Still trying for most of them to be short blurbs lol

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wayward-zombie · 8 months

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is it normal that I'm protective about my obsessions and jealous of them lol

like sure this bloodsucker fragile sexy elf man Is being literally everyone's constant thought and fixation and it's changing everyone's brain chemistry but like it's my babygirl not your babygirl:(

you only like him cause he's sexy you don't get his trauma and insecurities like I do we are not the same

#this is about astarion obviously #cause one of my bestie is getting suddenly interested and im going feral about it #this man is not even real lol #i should go to therapy twice a week for this #anyways she doesnt get it #and it annoys me like crazy!!!!#she might even get the game just cause he's hot!!!!#when i cant even play it yet!!!!#man im #for real #anyways astarion i love you like no other #i doubt I'll ever find love again cause of this fictional man #astarion #baldur's gate 3 #bg3

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probayern · 8 months

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damn i'm realizing that i've really made it basically impossible for myself to watch a whole bayern match until. october. do i hate myself subconsciously or something

#i COULD watch next weekend's but i wish it weren't the topspiel #because my best friend is visiting so i'd feel bad being like... let's stay at home until 1:30 because i want to watch football #but maybe he'll want to watch or go on a run or something. we'll see #and i have therapy on fridays so i'll miss the first half of the leverkusen game #unless i move therapy which i might bc i REALLY want to see how we do against leverkusen #then i'm on a plane during the bochum match :(#and on a road trip w my family for the whole of the next week #so definitely missing the first pokal match bc i'll be hiking in the mountains somewhere #possibly i could watch leipzig in the car IF there's reception #oh fuck and then i'm at a wedding the weekend after so i'll also be in a car during freiburg #fuck me i will not be able to normally watch a bayern match until october 21 😭#bc the ucl matches are also always inconvenient lol #i hate when they always make us the sunday game or the topspiel let us play the early saturday kickoff!#anyway. this is way too much detail about my life. i'm just complaining #bella things

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whump-captain · 1 year

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@crash-bump-bring-the-whump thank u for tagging me to post the last line of my latest WIP........ Bc it's actually one that u have prompted lmao, ages ago. It was going to be a simple little drabble but it turns out it's actually a major character moment for Elaine so im giving it The Most care i can lol

The line is:

"Her throat is dry, constricted with pain but her voice has to escape."

And it has. 13 words lol not sure if i can tag that many but:

@deepwoundsandfadedscars, @straight-to-the-pain @emcscared-whumps, @whumpapalooza, @radioactiveartz, @justwhumpythings, @befuddled-calico-whump, @themadhatterwhump and then anyone who sees this and has a WIP they haven't touched in more than 7 days

#tag game #god ive been so slow w/ doing those xnchdlchdkd #had my head full of therapy stuff lol

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stergeon · 20 days

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for the writer ask

💭🚦💛 💌

💭 What inspires you and your writing?

this is a real marketing major-ass answer (from your local marketing major), but i love sharing knowledge and telling stories. writing’s one of those things that’s a bit of a compulsion for me—i’m always writing something. i took a five-year break from fiction writing before i stumbled ass-first into fanfic last year, but even in those years when i was focusing on my career, i was writing guides and trainings and a ton of other stuff—just not anything fun, lol.

writing is also so cathartic. sometimes i set out to tell a specific story, but at other times, a particular emotion gets me in a vice grip and i have to put it to words before it’ll go away. my stories tend to wind up as emotional dumping grounds as a result.

i don’t write things pulled directly from my own life, but there are bits and pieces of myself and things that have happened to me scattered throughout stuff i’ve written, and usually when i’m about 75% of the way through a piece, i’ll realize it’s absolutely related to something i’m currently going through. funny how art works that way, even when you don’t intend for it to.

and occasionally i just have a fire lit under my ass about an issue and i get so hot about it that i gotta compile my thoughts. looking at you, silver snow

🚦 What sort of endings do you prefer to write: ambiguous, bad, happily ever after, etc.?

look, i would love nothing more for them girls (pick whichever girls you please) to have a happy ending where they kiss and are stupid in love for the rest of forever. i love reading those kinds of stories. but in my heart of hearts, i love an ambiguous ending. i like when there are still questions after the story ends. i like thinking about where things could go or how the characters will go on after the events of the story. like, shared space could be read as having a happy ending, but i don’t really think it is. and with the victors; the vestiges, well. you’ll see :0)

come to think of it, i’m not sure i’ve ever written a happily-ever-after, but i don’t think i’ve ever written a 100% bad ending, either. i read too many bury-your-gays stories and watched too many sad european queer coming-of-age films in my youth to ever be happy putting that kinda thing out into the world. i want to write about love with all its ugliness, but not despair or hopelessness. i think what most appeals to me about an ambiguous ending is that lingering feeling of hope. it’s not the same as the kind you get from a happily-ever-after, and something about it speaks to me.

💛 What is the most impactful lesson you’ve learned about writing?

honestly? how to take criticism. i took a creative writing class in high school where we had to read our work out loud and then receive feedback on it from the other writers in the class, and that did a lot for me. going into that class, i’d already been writing for forever and had won some little local writing contests and such, so i was a wee bit of a pretentious douche. but i’d never gotten real critique before beyond, essentially, spelling and grammar checks. it humbled me lol. it made me grow so much as a writer, and i could see where i needed to improve or where my head was wedged way too far up my own ass for others to follow. it also helped me recognize strengths i didn’t know i had, and that was huge. it’s easy to get into a self-doubt spiral when making creative work, and good, constructive criticism can do so much to help avoid that.

to this day i love critique. i like knowing what worked or didn’t work so that i can continue to improve as a writer and do better next time. did my themes land? did something really work, but another part fall flat? i’d love to know!! i try to treat everything i write as practice for the next thing, and frankly that’s helped take some of the pressure off so i don’t go into total Perfectionist Mode.

i know critique is kind of a sensitive topic in fan spaces, but i think that’s because a lot of people have gotten unsolicited criticism that is purely critical and isn’t constructive. but getting good, constructive criticism will do so much to help a person grow as a writer. it’s scary, and sometimes it hurts! writing is very personal for most people, and it stings when things aren’t received the way you think they will be. but i know i’ve grown more from having my failures pointed out (and, very importantly, having the good things about those efforts acknowledged) than anything else.

💌 Is there a favorite trope you like to write?

actually Just answered this in another ask!

#sterge.eml #foxyjeongin #thank you for playing my little game and letting me talk about stories (and about me lmao)#sorry this is kind of a long post #i talk too much #i think i sound pretentious in this ask whoops. sorry #unfortunately i kind of am. i’m working on it.#… i guess the short answer to that first question is ‘emotions and mental illness’ lol #if you follow me on twitter (not recommended as it’s just me complaining about the weather and not being able to ride my motorcycle)#you know that every time i bring up my writing in therapy my therapist rocks my shit by revealing the story is #in fact.#NOT about what i thought it was about #or more accurately it’s ALSO secretly about whatever’s going on with me in real life lmao #y’know what’s really fun? looking back at something you wrote in a manic or depressive episode and going ah. hm. interesting.#the signs were. in fact. there.#(this is in fact not fun and i don’t like it. but it always happens.)#everything i write is accidentally Also about being bipolar. no getting around that #i tend to have issues organizing my thoughts and feelings to even figure out how tf i’m feeling #(forget making any attempt at doing so verbally. i have chronic foot-in-mouth disorder and accidentally say shit i don’t mean all the time)#but writing stuff down has always helped me sort through whatever mess is going on in my noggin and i love it for that #learning how to take critique is my no. 1 piece of writing advice but no. 2 is to read #read the classics. find out why they’re classics. read weird shit. read shit you don’t like. find things you like about em anyway.#and importantly: figure out WHY you do or don’t like it #it’s funny to re-read a book i haven’t read in a long time and discover OH. that’s where i get that technique from.#or that’s where i got that idea. or that’s why i had X thing happen in this story.#or why i like this type of character or scenario #nothing’s truly new and original #we’re all an amalgamation of influences and that ruuuuules #celebrate it!!!

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