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the story doesn't start with the beginning or the end, the story starts with the moments that spark it. the story starts with that idea you had that made you want to sit down and write, the story starts with the moment the characters have that branches out and out, blooms into so many different choices and paths and conversations. it's okay if you don't know how to begin or how to end or even if you don't know what the story wants. just write the moments. follow them and see where they lead.
#this post brought to you by: my fucking writing process#i always try to force myself to write the beginning like i 'should' but then i get BORED and i wanna write the FUN STUFF#so write the fucking fun stuff!!!!#write the moments!!!!!#write when the two protag's eyes catch across the room#write the moment when the main character massively fucks up his entire project and ruins months of work!#write the moment where the hero and the villain run up against one another and in the ensuing fight we learn that they loved one another#like write the shit that makes the story INTERESTING!!!#i PROMISE it will lead you to the plot it will lead you to all the points you need SO Much better#you don't have to start where the story starts. you can start wherever the FUCK you want and then decide later what to do#i always start writing where the conlflict begins#and then if backstory is needed or if there's something that should come first i can make it come first#i can start with nico meeting the weird pale blonde boy and taking him into the woods and then i can go back and add the context#write the moments god dammit#ALSO ALSO ALSO if this advice isn't for you then fuck it!!! this is my advice that i took and it works for me and if it doesn't work for u#then that's totally chill and cool and sexy! now you know one more thing that doesn't work and you're closer to finding the thing that does#it's 3 am so i don't know how coherent this will seem in the morning but By The Gods does it feel so important rn#maybe this is more just a note for myself. write the fucking moments grey.
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As if I wasn't already exhausted enough this morning...
It's been brought to my attention that people are taking my fanfics, editing them, and sharing them around. I don't have the words to describe how not okay this is. If you don't like something about my fanfic, then I'm sorry to hear that, but there are a lot of other fics out there you can read instead.
I put time and effort and care into my writing, as does every writer. To take my work without permission and change it feels like someone just punched me in the gut. Frankly it makes me not want to share my work at all and to take down all the writing I do have up, because why should I share anything with people if all they're going to do is decide it's not good enough and they're going to do what they want with it and make it "better"?
And before anyone comes at me, this is not what a transformative work does. This is not the same as fanfiction. I'm fucking exhausted from working two eleven hour shifts over the weekend so my brain is not working so someone smarter and more articulate than I am can explain why. I'm tired.
This genuinely makes me want to take down all my works and not share anything new. It's very simple, kiddos: Don't like it? Don't read it. You will miss out on some fanfics that way, just like you'll miss out on some films, or books, or TV shows. I've missed out on really good fic, novels, films, etc, for the same reason. We all do. It's a part of life. Stuff will sometimes have things in it that you don't like. Skim those parts, fast-forward those scenes, grin and bear it, or just go and read/watch something else.
Normally I would make this post unrebloggable but I worry other writers in this fandom might experience the same thing and not realize it. So people are welcome to reblog this. Anyone who's an ass on it will be blocked, no second chances.
Just. Don't do this guys. Holy shit don't do this. What the actual fuck.
#mads writes stuff#911 abc#911 fanfic#yes unfortunately tagging the fandom since that's the fandom it happened in#I'm just#holy fuck#genuinely I want to message every writer I know in this fandom#even if we've never spoken#to like... warn them this is apparently a thing#I wish I could make my brain work right now but I'm so fucking braindead#I'm working three jobs and this is my fun relax safe space except NOT ANYMORE 'CAUSE PEOPLE ARE BEING DICKS#just... don't fucking do this what the FUCK is wrong with you#actual CHILDREN are more respectful holy fuck
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Tucker: Ugh. Of course you have blue armor and pronouns.
Church: What? Of course I have -- why wouldn't I have pronouns, everyone has those! Do you--wait. Wait, Tucker look at me, look at me. Do you think, that you don't have pronouns?
Tucker: ...Well it sounds like you're getting ready to make fun of me so no.
Church: *audible grin in his voice* No, no, dude, come on. Tell me the truth, do you think you don't have pronouns? Like seriously.
Tucker: ...I don't wanna keep talking about this.
Church: *laughing* YOU brought this up, man! You can't NOT have pronouns, dipshit, they're automatic! I'm not gonna use your name every fuckin' time, that sounds stupid. 'Tucker went to Tucker's room because Tucker was being an idiot about grammar and Tucker was mad I made fun of Tucker for it.' See how fucking stupid that sounds without pronouns?
Tucker: *already walking away* Fuck you, dude!
Church: 'You' is a pronoun too, asshole!
#this is the first rvb thing that has crossed my mind properly in months#hello#i heard 'of course you have blue hair and pronouns' and immediately thought 'of course you have blue armor and pronouns' and also#'everyone has pronouns dipshit it came free with your fucking existence'#so here we are#apologies to people who don't use pronouns at all for themselves bc that is actually a thing. i just think church would make fun of it#rvb#red vs blue#rvb Church#rvb Tucker#my writing stuff
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I love ggy so much how did they accidentally make the most intriguing hypothetical gay romance ever
#also the book is just so fucking good#and tony becker is literally the best fnaf book protaganist ever once you understand his character#and how crazy the book writes him#like oh my god hes so tunnel visioned doomed by the narritave#any scenario where tony survives the attack is the best idea ever like fr#its just so fun and awesome to make stuff up with that very loose premise#like u can do anything#and the characters are likeable too because they have FLAWS#tony isnt a bad person hes just in a bad place and is an asshole without realizing#and also twelve#like how am i not supposed to become obsessed with beckory when tony spent the whole book#accidentally obsessing over gregorys evil side and then being so tunnel visioned by his own emotional baggage that it kills him#exactly how his father warned him#and his father is the reason hes even so deep into solving mysteries like#and u can put that onto gregory if tony ever survived the attack#like he wouldnt want to believe it the same way he didndt want to believe his dad did it and repeat history#by delving deep into ggy#like damn every relationship ever with gregory is so fucking interesting#ggy never stop being awesome#pandas.txt#obviously beckory isnt the only reason i like ggy but damn its a big reason#tony and Gregory are both so flawed and have so much going on in their head theyd be fucking crazy together#also expanding on the tony stuff i said earlier gregorys side has so much potential too like#even if tony died if gregory ever remembered hed mourn tony and have to deal with that#even if they werent even that close at the time and Gregory doesnt even like. actually have any memories of being friends with him#and if tony survived its like gregorys remembering this faceless nameless boy as the only connection to his past#like what if they both searched for eachother after surviving what then
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Aside my current LV comic, I also work on another LV story and here its setting via some Ship meme ✨
#twisted wonderland#vil schoenheit#leona kingscholar#leovil#ship meme#that was so fun to do esp the THINGS#I LOVE doing that kind of stuffs#so relaxing#not like planning the story#which I want to write#why am I doing this#they fucked up my brain#I can’t go back to a normal life anymore
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Yall, its time to ramble about visual/environmental storytelling cause this is silly article is driving me insane.
I won't argue for if the game should have had more constant and involved cutscenes like Robobot or Star Allies, but what I will say is that this game is VERY rich in story through the world design. The Forgotten Land as opposed to say the Land of the Sky in TD or the entire galaxy of Star Allies is like, DROWNING in writing and narrative. It builds so much mystery and intrigue through the theming of every world and even individual levels, with exploring both how the people of the land originally lived and how it's being reclaimed by nature and the animals.
I think the closest things maybe is Robobot and Halcandra in RTDL, the former having great little designs that key you into WHAT Haltmann is doing and what makes it so toxic. Halcandra though is the ultimate grand-daddy, the contrast between it and the Lor, and Egg Engines and Dangerous Dinner is full of theming and clues about the nature and history of the planet. AND THAT IS STORY, THAT IS WRITING! Especially when compared to say Star Allies, where most of the levels of the levels are just ye average Kirby themed fluff with little to say about the Jamba or the state they've left the galaxy in.
But when you play through the casino levels of Robobot, as well as delightful theming and level design, you see that Haltmann is erecting literally the most predatory entertainment centers imaginable. When you step off the sleek futuristic Lor into the scrapyards and wastes of Halcandra, you get fun intimidating final worlds, and a good grasp on *why* the people who made the Lor aren't around anymore, and may even start questioning why Magolor made such a great fuss of dragging you to this horrible place.
Music is also deeply important to this storytelling. Each of the factories/towers erected in ever world of Robobot's theme is a remix usually of themes related to older mechanical levels, subtly clueing you into where Haltmann go their technology from. Outside the Lor rather than the comfortable motif of Green Greens is this almost comically suspicious and disoriented theme once you're stuck on Halcandra and returning to Magolor with more doubts about his words. The final level inside of the volcano house a theme that is teasing the twist to come, and the theme for fighting Landia before the big reveal is less triumphant, and more majestic and pensive. Possibly trying to evoke more hesitance than confidence, even if most people wouldn't catch on to that on a first run.
But the cooler thing, is that while Robobot has this cool theming at key levels, and RtDL does at the end, this type of shit is pervasive ALL throughout Forgotten Land. Every world and nearly every level is a unique, well thought-out set piece! You get to see abandoned towns, cities, malls, stores, factories, resorts, and an amusement park, each which serves as more than just a fun location, but a clear picture of the world and the state its in. This intent is made clearer through the music and tone that goes out of its way to not highlight the destruction of these areas but their beauty, wonder, and mystery through the eyes of an clueless animals and our favorite pink alien.
The abandoned Alivel Malls theme is a track as upbeat and peppy as what must've played over it's speakers in it's hayday, because the hustle and bustle breathed back into it by the animals and Kirby just exploring this mysterious complex is just as lively. The theme of the Everbay Coast is peaceful and sunny despite the Holine ruins because it's as part of the scenery to the animals and Kirby as the picturesque palms and sands. And Wondaria!!!!!!!!! OMG WONDARIA WHERE TO EVEN BEGIN WITH EVERY FUCKING LEVEL AND THEME IN WONDARIA!!!
THIS IS WHY I CAN'T TAKE THAT CLAIM SERIOUSLY - y'know when I cried at Forgotten Land? In world 3. Not because of a cutscene or a line of dialogue, but just from the sheer emotion the setting evoked in me. The sweet, laid-back, starry-eyed wonder that it expressed from Kirby mixed with my own sense of nostalgia being aware of what that place was, and how beautiful it was to see it rediscovered and adored by Kirby and the animals of the Forgotten Land. It evokes such a strong feeling of bittersweetness, of existential dread comforted by the knowledge that the simple joys and memories we create places like amusement parks to share will continue on as long as there is life in the world.
And unlike some of my musings about past games, this was explicitly intentional. What truly brought the tears to my eyes was remembering an interview where the devs were explaining how they were trying to keep the tone light and Kumazaki said specifically they wanted to evoke peace and beauty rather than loss.
LIKE THIS IS WRITING! This is storytelling, this is intention. It's just subtle, but not at all unimportant, and it ties into the more overarching plot. It raises the question constantly of where the people went that is answered by Forgo, and expresses the dichotomy between the simple innocence of the animals compared to the ambitions of the people who abandoned them and that is now possessing their leader. It creates stakes for Elfilis and Forgo's intentions to destroy everything so beautiful and pure about the current world, but as it absolves the current world of guilt, it puts into perspective JUST HOW LONG Forgo must have been locked away that things changed so much. And as softly as the exploits of the original people are portrayed by the game, knowing their treatment of Eliflis and Forgo as a thing of entertainment and tool for innovation is sickening placed in contrast with it.
Like back to Wondaria, the way it shows how much space travel must have pervaded the imagination and escapism of the people either before or after Forgo's arrival is insanely smart. And it gives me chills in the best way seeing Kirby run around images of cartoon aliens from a civilization who would never meet him. Of Kirby, Elfilin, and Bandana sticking their head into a cardboard cutout of an astronaut meeting an alien, with the text "wish you were here" above in a script they don't even understand. A SCRIPT THE WRITERS MADE FOR THIS GAME SO THAT THEY COULD ADD MESSAGES LIKE THAT INTO THE WORLD FOR KEEN PLAYERS TO NOTICE AND MAKE CONNECTIONS.
Like it's insane. The dedication the Hal Labs has to stuff like this is maddening! It's so sweet and heartfelt and crafty, I'm so pissed off how little respect it gets because people don't understand visual storytelling!!!!! Saying Forgotten Land is light on story is preposterous, it might just be one of the most finely crafted stories the series has had to date, and is just a really solid piece of science fantasy writing in general honestly. It is packed with environmental storytelling that drives me Up The Fucking Wall, Man.
#kirby#kirby and the forgotten land#katfl#elfilis#forgo#kirby lore#shut the heck up#media analysis#GRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH (i love kirby)#im in my “writing is more than text” essay warrior era#this is part of me collecting stuff for a bigger essay though :3c i just got so distracted by this take#also i started this cause i though this article was from a bigger outlet than it was#so now i feel like my intensity is unjustified but idrc cause as i said: warrior essay era#OO ALSO I MISSED TALKING ABOUT THE LATER WORLDS#THE CITY IN WINTER HORNS FEELS LIKE A BIOME THE DELAPADATED RESORTS OF WASTES ARE NOW OASES IN A DRIED UP TROPICS-#-AND THE FUCKING CITYSCAPE OF REDGAR FLOODED WITH LAVA IS LIKE ITS OWN PART OF THE MOUNTAIN ITS SO BEAUTIFUL#its a fun twist on the typical final lava world that also gets to do double duty with evil industrial looking shit ARGFDSH so cool#tag talking
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i've been doing a bunch of tartarus runs in reload lately, and it got me thinking about how i miss certain ways FES's clunky gameplay can characterize minato… (ramble about the great clock mechanic + leveling up party members in reload vs fes under the cut)
when i got to yabbashah block in tartarus (block 3), i remember commending the developers for adding the great clock mechanic. it's a much more convenient way to keep party members at the protagonist's level- so when you think about p3 from the perspective of trying to make it easier for people to play, the mechanic succeeds in this respect.
but now that i'm in adamah block, and that i've done lots of my once-a-month tartarus runs… i think that i got a little too dependent on it, and the way that i played through reload feels like a vastly different experience from how i played FES.
in reload, my party's levels are very lopsided. minato, yukari, akihiko, mitsuru, and fuuka are all level 90+, meanwhile junpei and aigis are at level 79, and then… poor ken and koromaru are at 71 and 64 respectively. (i never got to have a great clock for them…)
meanwhile, in FES, my party's levels were much more evenly distributed and were at least level 90. i did all of this manually for every monthly tartarus run because i enjoyed having options available for the taratarus guardians and monthly operations.
with how i perceive minato, i feel that the way i played FES feels more in-line with his character than me dawdling around waiting for the great clocks in reload.
FES's gameplay loop left me with the very strong impression that minato has to work twice as hard as everyone else in SEES does. it makes sense because, yeah, he's the leader, but something about having minato run through tartarus multiple times with different groups of people just to make sure that they are adequately prepared speaks volumes about his character, to me.
and while the tired mechanic is present in reload to some degree, most notably with allowing you to freely raise your courage stat when you visit edogawa after school… the tiredness system doesn't hit the same way that FES does, i think.
the way your party members in FES will call it quits when they return to the entrance floor at tartarus when they're tired, versus minato, in spite of all his tiredness and sickness, still pushes through tartarus because it's his responsibility…. idk!!! i miss that! i feel like this really hammers home the difference between minato and the rest of SEES, how minato doesn't really see himself as a human with needs worth respecting as long as he's useful to someone.
i don't think that tartarus being tedious (in FES especially) is not what most people would describe as fun, and i can respect people thinking it's a slog. but, regardless of how it feels to play, it doesn't change that FES's gameplay loop is a fundamental building block in how i perceive minato…
of course, i do recognize that you can just opt to NOT use the great clock in reload (and it's great when players are offered the choice to not partake in mechanics)! i definitely think that if someone really wanted to, they could manually level up party members, but i do feel that kind of playstyle isn't necessarily "incentivized" to the type of people who are into playing games for Having a Good Time. it's kind of like… "why would you do that when there's a much more convenient option available to you."
in any case! despite my woes, i do want to emphasize that i'm glad that reload has a much more smoother gameplay loop than the original P3 did, because it does make the game more accessible to people. having played both FES and reload, it feels very strongly apparent to me how the core gameplay formula of persona has really been refined in the past 18 years (to think og p3 was 2006 and reload is 2024.. time flies!). and reload has made revisiting a story that i love so dearly much, much easier because the gameplay just bops!
at the same time, due to my "i miss characterization informed by weird and dated FES gameplay quirks" woes, i still think that playing FES is worthwhile. (really, i feel this way about all iterations of p3! i think it's worthwhile to see what each version and side media has to say even if it doesn't Land™ for you.) but i also understand why people wouldn't want to play it, so i will keep writing posts about things i liked from FES's gameplay because i'm still very fond of FES (especially in respects to minato. these mechanics are so telling about him!!!) 💪
#lizzy speaks#persona 3#persona 3 reload#<- specifically mentions of mechanics. no added story content just tartarus talk#minato arisato#today on lizz life: lizz wakes up THINKING about minato for the NTH time and is compelled to write a tumblr post about it#tartarus in reload is excellent looking and fun but i keep thinking about what i liked about how FES characterizes minato so#here i am... LOL... with my 790 or so word ramble... im so normal about the blue boy#i needed to get my feelings out there somewhere i just could not stop thinking about HIM HE IS IN MY BRAIN 24/7#me playing reload last night like 'minato would not fucking wait for a great clock to make sure that SEES is adequately prepared.'#and yet my sloth brain awaits the great clock... LOL gameplay convenience is not lost on me#i'm stuck in tartarus rn im grinding rubies and stuff trying to get equipment so i can throw hands with elizabeth its going to be fun#im still not done with this game i continue to be haunted by tartarus i fucking love that tower unironically#uh usually id ramble more in tags but. go read my post!! because i like analyzing FES gameplay mechanics!! i am full of passion and love!
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every time i see people act like character.ai and other ai art sites are two completely different concepts it makes me laugh because like. that site is basically if not actually identical to a fanfiction ai model that rips from the works of countless writers . just because you can input your own personalities and backstories now doesn't mean the bots aren't based on the work of pre-existing writers 😭 it's all still ai generated . not to be the fun police or anything but i think we should be more mindful of the fact that it's literally still ai art by definition and you are feeding the ai model by using it for x reader scenarios!!! like idk. i wish we lived in an era where commissioning/requesting fics was still widely popular so people didn't see a need to use ai sites
#this stuff isn't even artificial intelligence like there's nothing transformative about what these sites do#it's just machine learning. input output#it just feels kind of soulless to me. on one hand people are allowed to have fun but on the other hand#i'm kind of sad to see writers not considered as artists in this debate about ai art#like music + written work still qualifies as art. you guys know that right. that's why ai writing and ai covers are still morally wrong.#but people still struggle to see the reason why ai visual art is fucked up so what am i expecting really
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I get asked, "What do you do with your life?" and have no clue how to respond. I tell people all I'm doing is working cause "post fanfics, have a batfam blog, and stream on Twitch" is not a conversation I want to try to explain to others.
#“oh? you're into dc characters? so you like batman?”#“you read about the same character multiple times?”#“so people just... watch you play games? for fun?”#why the fuck would i go out to a bar or something when i can watch my favorite characters defeat villains over and over again?#who needs clubs when i have angst?#im sure they dont want to hear about how there's more than one robin and it's all so tragic and that's why i love it#why start talking about the batfam when they'll end up in an hour long rant we both know they don't care about#they be out there getting married and having kids and stuff but I'm good with trying to force my brain to write fanfics
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Day After Day | 日复一日
25k | T | Weilan | Case Fic, Undercover Married, Grief
Shen Wei swallows. “And this is why you asked me to—” he makes a vague gesture that means go undercover as your husband “—pretend with you.”
Zhao Yunlan comes to a stop, eyes on Shen Wei. “That’s why the cover is a married couple. The reason I’m asking you is because there are no other options for people to go undercover with.”
Shen Wei scoffs to give himself an excuse to look away. “You certainly know how to flatter someone, Zhao Yunlan.”
Or: Four Haixingren disappear for two months after a stay at a romantic mountain retreat. Shen Wei and Zhao Yunlan book a weekend there to find out what happened.
it's finally here!!! my beloved fic for the 520 day guardian reverse exchange! this was written for trobadora, who gave me the most delicious set of ideas to fit into a story. it was so fun.
i have no idea how to describe this fic, frankly - this is, hands down, the most complex and most heartwrenching and most incredible thing i've ever written in my entire life.
here is a list of some things in it: a kiss, a mystery, a change of heart. old chinese people, dark energy world-building, lesbians, big-time character parallels, forgery of documents, rainstorms, rowboats, lollipop symbolism, [redacted], bedsharing, grading, the stupidest undercover name ever. zhao yunlan described with so many light metaphors. shen wei being the most shen wei i could make him.
read Day After Day | 日复一日 on ao3 here!
#guardian#weilan#zhao yunlan#shen wei#zhen hun#镇魂#520 day reverse exchange#man this fic is just so. its so. guys. i can't even say. this is SO personal and also SO a product of these exact two months of my life#truly this is just MY personal ideal weilan casefic that i lucked into being able to write as a gift fic#i remember talking to d in mid-april coming up w/ the case premise and they were like 'wow this will be complex to write' (paraphrased)#and i was like 'wow yeah ahaha. i love the idea though. maybe i'll just write one part' HAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. haha. hah.#now that its done the last month and a half lowkey feels like a fever dream. the total count of hours i was literally sitting and writing i#a frankly alarming number when considering it happened in the context of a month#god this was SO FUCKING FUN though. i got to think SOOOOOOOO much about 1) including so much chinese stuff from my childhood in here#and 2) making references to chinese chengyu that i learned over the last four months of nonstop watching cdramas#and 3) soooooooooooooooo much additional meaning in the names of everybody and everything possible haha#anyway. mwah THANK YOU I LOVE YOU to everybody who is being so fucking niceys to me about this fic. i love you!! you are making me so happy#520 day fic 2024#<- if you want to see cut scenes from this / earlier versions of this fic. they are in this tag#my fic#banner post
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a tiny little ficlet based on this lovely comment from @queer4cryptids on this post! (i accidentally made it angsty, i’m so sorry!! but there’s comfort and gay yearning in there, i swear!)
when the night falls low and settles against the side of the Earth; when the the dark begins to carry a certain weight, he shifts his stance. he lets himself breathe air he doesn't really need into lungs that exist simply by virtue of his inclination to breath.
it's the same pattern Crowley's watched unfold a hundred million times times over—the stretching of a thread until it frays, three women, a set of blades; a wicked inevitability carried in the lines of time-weathered hands.
and still it never changes, never lessens the welling of grief that builds and breaks in his chest, that stagnates and stratifies like layers of sand upon gravel upon so many eons since he first fell from the sky and lost the right to mourn a woman hungry only for bread and a little kindness.
he leans back against a headstone, swallowing down a familiar hollowness. the sparrows have all taken root in the knots of tree trunks. the moon blinks back at him, clouds swaying like an eyelid closing to sleep.
he turns his face away from the light, sucks in breath for which he still has no need. the rough-hewn granite is going to scuff his coat; he knows this with the certainty of having lived in a world full of serrated edges for so many years.
and yet he doesn't care.
Crowley can't find it in him to give a damn because finally, finally he's there. he's there and he's real and tangible and it's been eleven months, two weeks, and four days since he's last felt the warmth of angelic skin so close to his own.
not that he's been keeping count, of course.
and Aziraphale's got that faraway look again. the one pressed into the lines of his face in the aftermath of a flood that tilted against the sky; the same one Crowley saw in the stark daylight of a death warrant unfurled and stamped with the name of the holy Mother herself. it's the same, hollow, teeth-gritted look Crowley himself wore as he stood on a hillside reeking of freshly-cut wood, bearing witness to yet another child of the Almighty thrown to the wolves.
Aziraphale turns, then, and blue eyes meet black lenses meet amber-gold.
"Crowley—" Aziraphale manages, choking it out in a half-whisper, like it hurts—like it scrapes his throat with bits of barbed wire. and, just like that, something in him is breaking and the oak trees are all whispering dangerous things and still, still he can't find a version of this story in which he doesn't lean closer, doesn't press himself forward into air that smells of earl grey tea and old books and something celestial and hallowed and holy underneath it all.
and as though he's drowning—as though the moon doesn't watch them with a flickering gaze and the trees can't hear the brush of skin meeting skin—Aziraphale presses his fingertips to the side of Crowley's wrist.
he moves no further. the air holds still, time seeming to freeze around them. it's intentional, he realizes; it's fire and it's heat and it's utterly fucking terrifying. even now, so far above ground, Crowley can nearly feel the weight of hellish eyes on his back. a shudder runs the length of his body.
and yet. in the atomic space of that hungry, desperate, throat-baring yet, he turns his hand, trembling, to the side. he finds the angel's touch like a bird bearing North—like a compass forever calibrated to a single, fixed point.
"I know—" he rasps. “Angel, I know.” he twines his fingers with Aziraphale's, and it's positively electric. every cell in his tragically, wonderfully human body has turned pure gold, conducted and galvanized and sparking.
a sharp, stilted inhale; a quiet anticipation carved out in the space between their pressed hands (and palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss...).
the graveyard is still. the grief is there, still. the grief might always be there. but the sharp edges dull, the welling in his chest grows steady and slow and gentle.
and the world becomes a little less difficult to bear with the two of them holding it up.
#WOAH THIS GOT OUT OF HAND (pun not intended but hehe). this was supposed to be little but then i kept thinking of stuff to add#thank u for the prompt!!! it was rly fun to write hehe!!#i have a couple papers due rly soon so i probably won't get around to tackling the other prompt for a few days. but it's coming!! dw lol!#might throw this one up on ao3 idk lol. i'd have to properly edit it tho instead of just word barfing onto the page afjldjasjsalkd#also ik this was supposed to be cute and fluffy but i apparently have this ability to take anything meant to be adorable and make it angsty#good fucking night heheheh i'm going to SLEEP#good omens#crowley#ineffable husbands#good omens 2#aziracrow#aziraphale#go2#ineffable lovers#ineffable wives#good omens season 2#gomens#gomens 2#aziraphale x crowley#good omens ficlet#good omens fic#gomens fic#good omens fanfiction#good omens poetry#my words#wren writes crow#good omens 2 ficlet#david tennant#michael sheen#crowley x aziraphale
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Out of character I just need the Warm Amber like everyone else, so it’s a normal grind. But in character I think The Ex-Disgraced Academic is just plain getting high on honey and music at Buckingham before crawling off to Helicon to cry on Leoidea’s shoulder and talk about paintings.
They’re just not doing well right now.
#fallen london#Firmament#I really enjoyed the first chapter#Really bombastic and fun and I think I understand what’s going on#Like as much as you’re supposed to when a mystery is being set up#It’s a mysterious setting so I’m happy to be intregued and interested#And the re-writing stuff is of course my jam so I’m terribly excited about this#We never found out what was the true nature of the peril from the Horticulture Festival so heck yeah getting back to that#Mwah my compliments to the chef thank you for the good fucking food
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Whoever wrote Skybound Starscream is a Starscream hater, there is no way a genuine fan of his character could write him like that.
#character complexity? FUCK THAT WE MAKIN HIM A ONE NOTE EVIL VILLAIN#who needs all those layers and symbolism when you can have VIOLENCE#skybound#starscream#maccadam#I genuinely hate what they've done to him#like yeah I can see how you can have fun with it but I liked SS for his complexity and depth as a character#which they got rid of and made him kick cats and blow up hospitals#which are SO cliche “evil” stuff like they didn't even try#they couldn't even come up with unique ways for him to be bad#lame as fuck writing using brutal imagery as it's selling point
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I love it when bsd crossover fanfiction say "and abilities are only in Yokohama" or something. When... most of the cast is not from Yokohama?
The decay of angels (including fukuchi, I don't think we know where he's from)? Not from yokohama
The guild? Not from yokohama
Mimic? Not from yokohama
The order of the clock tower? Not from yokohama
Even some of the agency and port mafia.
Dazai? There's implications that, just like the author, he's from northern more rural Japan. Probably not from yokohama.
Kenji? He *is* from northern more rural Japan. Not from yokohama.
Ranpo? We don't know where he's from, but he mentions traveling away from his home city, so not from yokohama.
Atsushi? Similar to Ranpo, we don't really know where he's from but it's, say it with me, probably not from yokohama.
Chuuya? Has an entire arc about how he's not from yokohama.
Most of the cast is not from yokohama, so it's just such a weird story choice? But my god is it funny.
#like#“omg this... comoany from yokohama ... traveled to yokohama! and two didnt come bc... i dont know.”#its fucking great#no offense to these people#theyre just trying to have fun and write stuff#they dont need to be me and try to make it work#this is more so me ranting and giving information to any other writers#other fun fact: europe is actually said to be one of the biggest heads for abilities in the world#especially the uk france and... germany? if i remeber correctly?#bungo stray dogs#bsd#bungou stray dogs#crossover#fanfiction
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inhales fuck it, I had fun with this, you're all getting subjected to it. My singular braincell is unleashing Booigi like the plague upon Discord and my friends are happy to encourage me. thank u Holly for the galaxy brain dialogue that inspired this silly little drabble <3
King Boo × Luigi || flirt
It's been a hell of a long night in this hotel, and King Boo can't stand it any longer. Except he's really, really bad at communicating his feelings to a certain oblivious green plumber.
Takes place during the final boss fight of Luigi's Mansion 3, so you know, if you don't want to get spoilered or whatever <3
It's been hours. At least 10 of them. And the man is exhausted.
He's been through hell, awake all night, narrowly avoiding death at every turn, fighting for his life every step of the way. He's tired and afraid, damn it, and his night still isn't done.
So this battle promising to stretch for long minutes is not something he's excited for.
Honestly, he's almost disappointed when Polterpup crashes into him, accidentally knocking him out of the way as the painting falls.
Luigi sits up as the ghostly canine hops off him, scampering off to who knows where, and the poor little plumber is back on his feet just in time for the great spectre before him to turn a seething glare on him. It's all Luigi can do not to collapse under that enraged violet gaze.
"Luigi! What are you doing over there?!"
King Boo is also tired, and he is pissed. He's spent far more than the whole night with that disgustingly obsessive woman dogging his heels like a lost puppy, watching her useless staff be thrown around by Luigi-- though, of course, the king can't deny his admiration of the man's strength and quick thinking-- and in turn feeling the anger of his own Boos being sucked away into that damned vacuum. He's going to break that frustrating contraption, so help him.
And after all that, after all his carefully laid plans-- the countless romantic settings, the harmless spooks, his desperate attempts to flirt-- Luigi still hasn't realized it! Only that awful Hellen Gravely had been wooed by the candlelit dining room, the beautiful concert, the seaside view! King Boo has had all he can take. At least Luigi vacuumed Hellen out of the picture, what a relief that was, and satisfying to say the least. Oh, and who could ignore the way Luigi smiled and danced and cheered for himself every time he successfully captured a ghost...he's just too cute!
He couldn't possibly admit it aloud, but that little green plumber has the king of Boos absolutely wrapped around his gloved finger.
"UGH! That's it! I'm sick to double death of you!"
Sick to his heart of that cute little mustache, those soft shoes, those blue doe eyes, that adorable accented voice, that sheer obliviousness! How could King Boo possibly make his feelings any clearer?! Surely Luigi is just tormenting him, and he's sick of it!
"You want to fight me? FINE! Let's go, Luigi! This is the end for you, once and for all! HERE I COME!"
The Italian's teeth are chattering in fear, because of course he doesn't want to fight, and he's thoroughly convinced the Boo just wants him dead, or at least trapped forever as a decoration. Well, it's no fault of his, considering every attempt King Boo has made at flirting has nearly gotten him poisoned or skewered or whatever else-- it's been such a long night, Luigi barely remembers all the ways the hotel has tried to kill him. And the king of Boos is very, very intimidating, no thanks to his threatening dialogue.
Which, Luigi can't possibly admit aloud, is rather attractive, in an inexplicable way. That voice, and those eyes, and...
No, no, no time to think about that now. That "rather attractive" ghost is trying to destroy him!
King Boo cackles, nearly at the end of his rope, summoning lightning, showing off his tongue (very intentionally, that is), throwing fireballs and explosives, every time missing and angrily cursing before vanishing. That Luigi...too smart in all the wrong places! Like he knows every move the Boo is going to make! Yet he can't figure out King Boo's affection towards him?!
When Luigi throws an explosive back at him, sending King Boo reeling and coughing smoke until he collapses on the roof, he's feeling more frustrated than ever. The plumber and that strange, goopy green clone of his suck him up by the tongue and smash him back and forth against the roof until the Boo tumbles backwards.
Enough is enough.
King Boo rematerializes before Luigi, glaring daggers, his enormous maw closed in a deep frown. The man steels himself for another round of attacks...
...but they don't come.
Instead, King Boo snaps.
"You know what?! Enough of this! You're cute and I've been trying to tell you that for hours-- no, YEARS now!"
Luigi freezes, his whole body going still as a ghost hit with his Strobulb. He...what?
The Boo's mouth is open now in a snarl, his brows low, his eyes glowing bright with irritation. He looks so angry; surely Luigi misheard him! If looks could kill, the plumber would already be six feet under!
"There, I said it! Must you torture me further?!"
No, he heard right.
...
He heard right?
The nozzle of the Poltergust clatters on the now-cracked concrete, Luigi barely even realizing he's dropped his only protection. He stares, then blinks and starts sputtering.
"C...cute? A-ME?!"
Oh, the Boo is a goner when that heavy accent comes out. His face flushes royal blue as he drifts like a deflating balloon to the rooftop. "OF COURSE YOU! HOW have you not figured that out?!" King Boo tries to snap in his usual tone, but it comes out in more of a pathetic whine as his voice cracks in disbelief.
"You've been-a trying to kill me all-a night!" Luigi chokes out. He's so shocked, he sinks to his knees, taking off his cap as his other hand comes up to run through his hair, the Boo watching his every move-- has he ever seen the plumber without his hat? His hair looks as soft as his mustache...
"I-- I HAVE NOT!" King Boo retorts after a moment, equally stunned.
"What...what do you call all of-a that, then?!"
"I was trying to flirt with you!" The king frantically pinwheels his nubby arms in a desperate attempt to explain. "I know those idiots kept ruining everything, but I was trying! I had a nice dinner planned, a walk through the garden floor, a magic show--"
Luigi's hand drops to his lap and he stares again at the ghost. "You set up all that...as a date?"
King Boo stops his rambling. "...yes?"
The little Italian giggles breathily, then laughs harder and harder, until he's gasping, arms wrapped around himself and tears rolling down his cheeks. King Boo blushes furiously. "What-- stop that! Why are you laughing at me? What's so funny?!"
"Oh, scusa, bello," Luigi manages when he finally catches his breath, wiping his face with his shirt sleeves. "It's just-- you are-a terrible at flirting!"
The Boo puffs out his cheeks, impossibly blue as he crosses his nubs in offense. "Well-- well, you're terrible at noticing, then!" He grumbles, his mouth closing in a pout.
"Both people are-a supposed to be there for a date, you know." The man giggles once more. He can't help being amused at the adorable grumpy face before him, and he's giddy with relief, heart fluttering now that he realizes that the ghost wasn't actually trying to murder him all this time, that the little voice in his heart was a mutual feeling.
"I...knew that." Boo's violet eyes flick away-- he definitely didn't know that-- then snaps his eyes back to Luigi in sudden realization. "Wait, what did you call me?!"
Luigi just smirks, one eyebrow cocking up, a show of the confidence he's feeling now. "Maybe if you-a take me on a real date yourself, I'll-a tell you, tesoro."
"T-TES--" King Boo blows the rest of the word into a raspberry, flustered, not knowing if the Italian is taunting him or complimenting him.
"Wait...are you asking ME on a date?"
Luigi gets to his feet, shuffling across the roof to retrieve the frame lying all but forgotten on the concrete. He inspects it for a moment, then sets it upright along the wall of the roof, aiming the Poltergust's dark-light attachment at the image of his friends and brother.
The plumber glances back at King Boo before switching the light on, grinning once more at the uncertain though hopeful king watching him. "Yeah, I-a guess I am." The light activates, a beam of rainbow slowly coloring the painting.
Well, after he explains this to Mario, and gets the group comfortably settled in the hotel, that is. And maybe gets the Boos out of their respective containers, since he knows the king will be asking.
Luigi's heart flutters again. His night doesn't feel so long anymore.
#booigi#king boo x luigi#ratkingwrites#that's a tag i NEVER thought I'd be making#i actually used to write a lot of self indulgent bullshit in middle school#but i stopped for a long time until i had to come up with a story for a game last Halloween#so I'm...kinda writing stuff like this now and then#booigi Tumblr please accept this humble offering#should i post this on ao3? I've never posted on there 👉👈#luigi's mansion 3#this is a Hellen Gravely hate zone#every time she's on screen i want to deck her#King Boo is cute as fuck#Luigi is also cute as fuck#they're both so stupid though (affectionate)#this was fun#and i am becoming very anxious very quickly#okay bye now
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I was writing a fan fiction and it got me thinking about how Kell and Lila deal with anxiety. So if you find anxiety a trigger, do not read this post :)
There's this natural remedy for anxiety called Laila. Laila is pronounced lie-la just like Lila. It's so funny to me that a remedy for anxiety is called after her. One may argue that anxiety is a foreign concept to Lila because she throws herself into things as if nothing scares her. But on closer inspection, her nervousness comes through in other ways. She often fights anxiety with actions that are unexpected and rash, and that make her look impulsive. She also manages her anxiety by saying things to justify what she is doing/did but her body language gives her away. Think about the times she cried on page and or times others witnessed her being vulnerable and hurt. That was Lila trying not to lose control over her feelings and keep her emotions in check and rein her anxiety and fear, but she could not because emotions have a way to come out if we try to bury them all the time. She is a pro at masking her anxiety compared to others. That's because she believes that showing anxiety and fear to others is a weakness, and she is scared to show herself vulnerable. Hence, the rare occasions she shows her vulnerable side to someone are precious and denote trust and respect for that person, other than affection. "I feel safe sharing this side of myself with you. Only you will ever see this part of me because I trust you," kind of statement.
Kell is a little different. In my opinion, he's the anxiety king of this series. He isn't cunning and scheming like Lila (who is self-conscious about every thing she does), and you can clearly see he's anxious in a lot of occasions. He worries a lot about Lila and Rhy for example, because they tend to act rashly instead of thinking things through like he does, and they do not always do things that he considers "safe". This generates a lot of anxiety in Kell. At the same time, he wants to leave the people he loves freewill, but he also wants to control their actions because they make him anxious. He isn't reluctant to show himself vulnerable in front of others, but he blames himself a lot when he makes a mistake. He's probably his own worst critic and he tends to hide from the people he loves the most when this happens because he deals with it alone. He wallows a lot when he's anxious and he overthinks stuff instead of finding a practical solution to it, because his mind is his refuge. His anxiety is eased when he goes out of his head and from his looping thoughts, and dares himself to think outside the box, which he rarely does.
#adsom#kellila#kell maresh#lila bard#delilah bard#shades of magic#also fun fact: me and Kell have the same mbti#sometimes kell makes me think about the gordon ramsey meme “you fucking donkey” bc he's so hard on himself#anyway another pointless post of me thinking random stuff that I need to write down or it will haunt me#tftop#a darker shade of magic#a gathering of shadows#a conjuring of light#the fragile threads of power#my posts 4#tw anxiety
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