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marzena-doe · 2 years
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We learn that shortly before the story started, Lothar moved in with his old friend, Mandrake. Mandrake does see his former lover, Cathleen, in his dream as well, and so does Lothar. It is implied that Lothar was in love with Cathleen as well. I’m sure this was true in the original but if I remember correctly, the latest version does go down a different route.
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skinnedcorpse · 15 hours
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what the fuck
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wormdramafever · 5 months
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Generational Distress. The End of Childhood.
By Marta Trivi.
Article in spanish by Marta Trivi about Goodbye Volcano High's themes and how it reflects the current times. Some roughly translated highlights:
In the visual novel Goodbye Volcano high, the end of adolescence and the transition to adulthood overlap with the end of times. The result is a faithful portrait of the nihilism and hopelessness of Generation Z. [...] For [Charlie] Coombs, the disenchantment that the youngest people show in regards to the future, as well as their obsession with the now and with the inconsequentiality of our existence, is nothing more than a symptom of the current times, a response to a social and political present that is totally indifferent to our actions. Because of this, it's easy to consider Goodbye Volcano High as a work as generational as Reality Bites; a game extremely stuck to its time whose construction and dramatic development are inseparable from a post-pandemic society that little by little begins to accept the harsh consequences of climate change. Some of the most sincere and realistic parts of the KO_OP title seem lifted straight from the early days of pre-lockdown uncertainty. Because, as we saw at the beginning of 2020, the news capable of changing our reality, far from plunging us into the absolute panic that other fictions reflect, often goes under our radar or is reduced to little more than an anecdote. [...] No one who has lived through the weeks before lockdown will find it strange the way in which the teenagers of Volcano High seem to live until the very end in a contradiction by which the end of the world is as real as their aspirations to go to university or win in the battle of the bands. [...] But the nihilism of Fang and company is not the only thing that makes Goodbye Volcano High a generational work. Throughout the story, the characters move between a small number of locations. [...] Unlike other stories starring teenagers, from Grease to Life is Strange, through Mean Girls or Riverdale, Goodbye Volcano High does not have "third places", meeting places outside the private home and work (in this case school) in which we can come into contact with the community and meet quietly and for hours with our friends. [...] But although these third places are, for many sociologists like Ramon Oldenburg, essential for public health, Generation Z is the first to be growing up without them, using virtual spaces to socialize (from private messaging groups to social networks). [...] Many key scenes in Goodbye Volcano High take place inside Fang's cell phone as they immerse themselves in a more than expressive immobility: eyes fixed on the screen while message balloons appear and scroll on the side. Being with their friends outside of school is, in reality, sitting and looking at your cell phone. [...] And this is not dramatic, it is simply real.
(note: the article uses gender neutral words to refer to the non-binary protagonist, using online translators may not reflect this)
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thefalloutwiki · 1 year
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Were you previously aware...
That Fallout 2 has a special encounter where an Enclave Soldier's suit of power armor has rusted to the point of immobility? The player can retrieve a nearby oil can, lubricating the armor's joints and letting the soldier move again.
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You can read more about this encounter here
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lesbiancolumbo · 5 months
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What are some of your fave noir scores (aside from the SSoS soundtrack)? Miklos Rozsa's noir scores have always been up there for me
i'll be honest -- music/score asks are hard for me to answer! i don't know if it's some kind of apd or what but music is one of the last things i pay attention to when watching a movie. i just don't hear it and i envy people who can make out/identify a movie's score lol. just never occurs to me! the only thing that comes to mind is the miklos rozsa score for double indemnity, which chilled me to the fucking bone earlier this year when i got to see the film on 35mm. lol and i guess the zither from the third man, but that's more amusing than a good chilling movie score. i'm sorry i can't have more of an answer for you!
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frandomly-trash · 1 year
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i see the most absurdly titled 2 hr video essay and suddenly my attention span is endless.
anyways stan halyx and the appa looking guy
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y0oni3 · 7 months
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🌼~BEAUTIFUL PERSON AWARD! Once you are given this award you’re supposed to paste it in the asks of 8 people who deserve it. If you break the chain nothing happens, but it's sweet to know someone thinks you’re beautifully inside and out.~🌼
TYSMM!!
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fuzzysparrow · 2 years
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In what country did the Lambada dance originate?
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The Lambada is a dance from Brazil that became popular during the 1970s and 1980s. It is a dance for two people and features bent legs, hip movements, side steps and turns.
The Lambada is sometimes called the "forbidden dance". At the time the Lambada became popular, women often wore short skirts that swirled up when they spun around. Often, the women's underwear, usually thongs, became visible.
The name of the dance, which means "strong slap" in Portuguese, was first used by a local radio station in Belém, Brazil, to describe its strong rhythms. The movements of the dancers' bodies have been likened to the wave-like motion of a whip.
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anomalouscorvid · 11 months
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at some point maybe i'll talk about trivi-two-thirds.....
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ohhoummm · 1 year
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popponn · 7 months
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a long run. (isagi yoichi x f!reader)
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notes: friends to lovers, hinted pinning, confession, post u-20 arc. this was a fit of madness at 2 am that i wrote in one sitting because isagi's spin off novels give me feelings. and then i look at manga isagi and sob lovingly.
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Isagi Yoichi changed after Blue Lock—was a fact that didn’t exactly surprise you.
It wasn’t that he changed so much that he became unrecognizable too. In a way, he is still very much the Isagi Yoichi from middle school who you watched playing soccer from faraway. In many ways, he is still the more silent and timid Isagi Yoichi from high school who walked you home side by side with his bicycle.
He still stood close to you at the slightest hint of crowd, still offered you his outer and scarf whenever the air blew colder, and still smiled in a very different way whenever it was for you.
He is still Isagi Yoichi you fell in love with and jokingly give honmei chocolates for every year ever since the second spring of your middle school years.
“Hey, are you listening?”
You blinked at Isagi’s voice. Suddenly, you were not watching the past years you have spent with him, but sat across him inside of a quiet café near the neighborhood. Realizing you just spaced out right in the middle of his story, you laughed nervously, “Sorry, Isagi. Something went through my mind and I just… uh, got carried away afterwards.”
Isagi, who had learned to laugh louder and smile wider, raised an eyebrow at your response. He took a sip from his cold water and sent you a curious glance—still as familiar and friendly as ever, “Hm? What was it—that you were thinking about?”
For a moment, you wondered if you should be honest. Telling him you were thinking about his changes after the short time he spent away from home on that training camp and that match against Japan’s U-20 already sounded like either a complain or an admittance of crush. And you were not ready at all for the latter. So, in a light and airy joking manner, you gave him a teasing smile, “Well, it’s just Yocchan seems to have grown more mature while he was away from me…”
The moment you mentioned his childhood nickname, Isagi nearly choked on his drink. A hue of red bloomed on his cheeks, “What the heck does that mean?!”
“It means that you've changed, Isagi,” you answered him. At this point, you were certain you were smiling fondly at him like a lovesick fool. You hoped he was as oblivious as he was before Blue Lock, for your sake. “I mean it in a good way, though,” you added as you lightly stepped on one of his shoe as a friendly gesture.
Isagi scratched his cheek nervously, glancing away from you. Suddenly, he became nothing like the changed man you just said. You laughed a bit at that observation. To think this was the same guy who made the bold proclamation to be the one who will win the world cup—it was hilarious in a very cute way.
Then, Isagi finally replied to you after a long while, “I mean. Yeah, Blue Lock definitely changed me,” Isagi said, sounding as if he was reminiscing.
You hummed, “I can tell, if your mannerism and stories were anything to go by.”
“You didn’t even listen to my stories though,” Isagi piped up, lightly tapping your knees underneath the table with his sole.
“Hey, just because I spaced out for a second doesn’t mean I didn’t hear anything,” you protested, glaring at him.
“Kidding, kidding,” Isagi laughed, boyish yet still reserved in the way of the one you knew.
You laughed quietly at that, then continued, “But, you know. About you changing…”
“Yeah?”
“I’m glad you do, in a way. I like it,” you finished as you let your gaze stray away to anywhere but Isagi Yoichi. Carrying the desire to say it as much as you could to him, you went on, “You look very happy and I like it.”
You didn’t mention it, nor you would ever point it out, but you knew how he was after he went to Ichinan. It felt bitter in a very selfish way, but you truly were glad that the Isagi Yoichi who talked your ears off with soccer news and trivia now had somewhere to thrive. In a way, it felt sharing something intimate to the world—but, he wasn’t even yours and he looked happier. If anything, you could felt only joy.
Sensing the sudden somberness your words brought, you immediately tried to shift the topic. “Eh, well. Sorry, did I weird you out?” you said, nervous and apologetic. “So, back to you story! What did Bachira said after—”
Not letting you finish, Isagi cut you off. “Hey, can I say something too?”
“Huh?” you made a dumb sound in confusion. Across you, Isagi met his gaze with yours. Determined and unshaken—seeing his eyes, it was impossible for you to reject him to begin with. “Uh, sure.”
“Thanks,” Isagi said, before taking a deep breath. Suddenly, it felt like he was about to drag you to a soccer match and you knew for sure you would be losing. Though before you could make a comment, Isagi resumed, “Right now, my focus is in soccer. And I will have to go back to Blue Lock too.”
Oh.
You knew where this would be going. You could feel a wet patch of heat grew from the back of your eyes, but this was Isagi Yoichi. So, like always, you listened to him to finish, even if it would be a rejection.
You would accept this as a punishment for being too obvious—you joked silently, spitefully, to yourself.
“So, you know, in the end,” Isagi didn’t stop, seemingly oblivious to your frozen state despite meeting your eyes. “I don’t think… I really had the right to ask this of you. But, you see—”
Isagi reached out for both your hands as he let your name fall of his lips. Once again, like a fool in love, you could only blink in confusion.
“—I really,” Isagi’s breath hitched. “I really want you to keep looking at me. I know this is like me asking you to wait for me until at least Blue Lock is over and say ‘no’ to everyone who tries to… you know. To you. With you.”
His hands were warm and you felt like the world was spinning. Your eyes grew wider as you slowly understood what Isagi meant by his words.
“This is really selfish of me,” Isagi chided himself with a chuckle, yet a smile that was familiar, gentle, and fond formed itself on his profile. “Still though, can I ask you to still only look at me, for now and for a very long time?”
At that time, inside that café, you realized many things in silence.
Across you, Yoichi waited for an answer that had been waiting to be said since long ago.
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eoieopda · 7 months
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interlude: sundown (myg)
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pairing: min yoongi x reader summary: as it turns out, your boyfriend can take as much as he gives. au: darksided (masterlist), established relationship type: drabble | smut + fluff word count: 1.9k rating: 18+ cw: pov switch, min yoongi gets pegged 🙌🏻, afab!reader, needy & subby yoongi, v soft dom!reader, praise kink unlocked!!, anal fingering, sex w/ strap on, k*ss*ng (eek!) a/n 1: you thought i’d get through a(u)gust without a yoongi fic? pleaaaaase. this is part of the darksided series, so i recommend checking out the other installments first, just so you have all the context. this can be read as a stand-alone drabble, though! this one takes place after blindsided, btw. a/n 2: i don’t spend much time talkin’ ‘bout prep due to the word limit, but it is both implied & v important. be safe! 🔞 MINORS WHO INTERACT WITH ME AND/OR MY CONTENT WILL BE BLOCKED, WHETHER OR NOT THE CONTENT IS NSFW. I’M AN ADULT WRITING EXCLUSIVELY FOR OTHER ADULTS.
You can’t say what came over you. It wasn’t a conscious decision, you know that much. The only explanation you can fall back on is that the feral part of your brain simply took over, and your inner construction worker popped out to say hello — but that’s not entirely accurate.
In reality, it was less of a greeting and more of a “Damn, baby! That ass.”
Mere meters away, your boyfriend is bent over the bookshelf he’s been working hard to assemble — a task you were politely banished from executing, not thirty minutes ago. When he finally registers what you just blurted out, he stands back up to his full height and glances over his shoulder at you. His expression lands somewhere between bewildered and tickled fucking pink.
“Did you just catcall me?”
“I — I think…” You’re more shocked than he is, it seems. Blinking slowly doesn’t help you process your actions any quicker, so you give up and grimace through your admission. “I might have?”
Of the two of you, it’s Yoongi that truly has all the audacity in the world. After setting his screwdriver down onto the coffee table, he crosses his arms loosely over his chest and bites back a smug grin.
“You think you know a person after seven entire years of dating,” he tuts. “Then, they turn around and harass you — in your own home, no less.” Sucking a breath in through his teeth, he shakes his head and sighs, “Life comes at you fast.”
For a second, all you can do is stare at him with your incredulous mouth halfway open. It’s the most that anyone should expect from you at a time like this, when he’s looking at you like that — characteristically semi-flustered, and still so unshakably self-assured. With narrowed eyes, you opt to hone in on the former.
“You’re out here smuggling cake in broad daylight — looking downright bite-worthy —”
Peeling yourself off the couch, you cross over to him with your hands raised defensively. When you reach him, you plant those same hands on your hips and heave an exasperated sigh.
“What was I supposed to do? Pretend otherwise?”
Yoongi arches an eyebrow but says nothing, simply aiming his flat-lined smile your way. All it takes is your slow, expectant blinking for him to take the hint. Just like that, you fall into a well-practiced routine: him opening up to pull you into his chest, you lacing your arms around his waist, his chin resting gently against the top of your head.
And even though you haven’t left the house all day, this is the first moment that truly feels like home. It’s quiet, it’s calm, it’s —
“Bite-worthy, huh?” 
You can’t see his smirk, but you can hear it. 
“Surely, this is not the first time this is being brought to your attention.”
“It’s not,” Yoongi concedes. His low chuckle tickles every vertebrae on its way down your spine. The tingling only intensifies when he presses a kiss to the top of your head and murmurs, “I just haven’t heard it from you before. You’re behind the curve, so to speak.”
You pause for two reasons: the subtle genius of his phrasing and the new bit of trivia he seems to be alluding to. Is he — ?
“You’ve pegged?” You ask, glancing curiously up at him. 
The answer wouldn’t surprise you one way or another. More than anything, you’re impressed that the two of you still find things to learn about each other. That you can spend the better part of a decade with someone, side-by-side, and never run out of new conversations to have.
When he tilts his chin to look down at you, his expression is a perfect mirror of yours.
“You haven’t?”
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Yoongi’s head crashes back against the pillows before his sigh can slip fully from his mouth. The impact seems to knock it loose; it floats away, above your bowed head. The sound gets lost somewhere underneath that of your open-mouthed kisses trailing so fucking softly across the bare skin of his chest. 
If his heart stops with every flick of your tongue over one of his nipples, you resuscitate him just as quickly with praise.
Apparently, being told he’s beautiful has the same physiological effect on him as a shot of epinephrine.
“Oh, fuck,” Yoongi groans from deep in his chest when your mouth ventures far enough to kiss the tip of his cock. That action is fairly chaste, all things considered, but the way his pre-cum shines like gloss on your lips is beyond obscene. 
You smile with your eyes alone as you take him into your mouth — and you think he’s beautiful? 
He can’t think of a single prettier sight than you and your fluttering lashes, looking up at him like he’s the one that hung the stars in the sky. Ridiculous. It’s him that frays a little further at the edges with every glance down at you.
Pulling away with a lewd pop, you murmur, “You can be more vocal than that, can’t you, baby?”
Oh, god. 
The smile tugging at your mouth makes his heart leap and his cock twitch. Untouched, it jumps and re-settles against his abdomen.
“Yes.” He fires off his response like a bullet at point-blank range, and you chuckle quietly at his eagerness. Breathless already, he amends, “Fuck yes.”
One eyebrow arches just enough to indicate that you expect a more detailed response. He should know better by now, shouldn’t he? He’s teased you this way a thousand times before, and it’s about time that he tastes his own medicine. Acknowledging that fact, he stoops to begging.
“Please. I want you to fuck me open with your fingers.”
Nodding appreciatively, you trace your finger along the underside of his shaft and leave him on the brink of losing his goddamn mind. He’d gladly let you drive him insane this way, but you take that hand away and gesture for him to turn over. As you do, you hum, “And I want to see you on your knees, love.”
Yoongi takes your instructions and runs with them, barely careful enough to avoid knocking you backwards off the bed in the process. He settles on his knees, then looks back over his shoulder just in time to watch you pop the cap off the bottle of lube.
You look nervous, though you try to hide it. He’s no stranger to that worried crease between your eyebrows; and he can’t help the downward curve of his mouth when he sees it.
There’s never been — and will never be — a person he trusts more than you. Careful, perfect, sweet. You couldn’t hurt him even if you tried, and he knows without question that you never would. You, however, seem less sure of that.
Yoongi has to twist back around to do it, but he cradles your jaw in his hands and kisses you deep, with everything he has. 
“I love you,” he whispers before pressing his lips to yours a second time. It carries more meaning than that; he suspects you hear each one.
I trust you.
It’s okay.
Already reassured, you whisper back to him with darkening eyes, “Elbows on the mattress, then, Min Yoongi.”
To say that he collapses against the comforter would be an understatement. He’s certifiably boneless the second your fingertips trace down the length of his spine, though his hunger for your touch starts him shivering.
“Relax, sweet thing,” you tell him. To encourage him, you lean forward and press your lips to the small of his back; instantly, you soothe the tension his body holds as if you’ve flipped a switch. It’s automatic, just like the low groan he emits when you murmur, “Good boy.”
The quiet that follows is ultimately interrupted by the faint slosh of liquid. He has to beg himself not to clench at the mere thought of your slicked fingers, so he instead lets his mouth fall open when he feels them glide over his rim. Needier than he’s ever been in his whole fucking life, Yoongi whimpers. 
It’s a pathetic little sound, but he doesn’t dare to try and swallow it down. He’ll give you everything; every pleading sigh and shuddered moan, all of it.
And — as a courtesy — he’ll refrain from calling you a liar because there is no fucking way that you haven’t done this before.
It’s simply unbelievable with how expertly you navigate the intricacies of his body, applying perfect pressure where he craves it. With the way you translate his incoherent whining to a plea for more, giving him exactly what he wants.
Two fingers deep, you tease, “So greedy, aren’t you baby?” 
But there’s no harshness to your tone, so soft around the edges. In fact, your little snicker suggests that you’re impressed. It takes all he has not to cum at the sound alone.
“Just for you — ” He responds through gritted teeth, blissed-out eyes squeezing shut. “— F-fuck. I can’t get enough of you.”
When you slip away from him, he proves your point, whining petulantly. You soothe him with an affectionate squeeze to his ass cheek, chuckling all the while. “Should we fix that, then?”
Yoongi has no idea what words he slurs in an attempt to answer that question, but he hopes he tells you how badly he craves your cock. He must, he figures, because he hears the telltale glide of the nightstand’s top drawer when you pull it open.
His head lifts from the blankets below to catch a glimpse of you settling the harness over your hips. For a moment, he forgets when, where, and who he is. The only reality he can currently comprehend is the one in which you’re running your fist down black silicone as if it’s a part of you, spreading slick from a bottle. 
But then you disappear from his line of sight, leaving him disoriented. He misses you already.
“I wish you could see how pretty you look on your knees.”
The mattress dips under your weight, signaling to him that you’ve settled behind him once again. You tap the length of the dildo against his skin, prompting him to groan. Still teasing, you ask, “Gonna fuck yourself on my cock, angel?”
Shit, shit, shit. 
Yoongi feels the tip hovering near his hole and he can’t keep his racing heart in check, so desperate that he’s practically vibrating. Your next words pull him further apart; they sound especially filthy in your light, almost reverent tone.
“Show me how well you can take me.”
He plans to do just that.
Slowly pushing back against you, Yoongi sinks down your length until that indescribable fullness leaves him starry-eyed and keening. After a few measured breaths, the ache subsides and gives way to pure pleasure.
Your praise is gentle, though the effect it has on him is earth-shattering. “Just like that, baby. You’re being so good for me.”
Withdrawing, he leans forward onto his elbows just to repeat the motion, losing himself more and more with every pass.
“Shit,” he hiccups, head drooping so that his forehead meets his forearms.
He only grows more eager when your hands claim his hips. You guide his body back to yours every time he leaves; whispering little wishes that he fuck himself the way you swear he deserves. 
You must hear his ragged breaths over the clap of his skin against yours and sense that he’s close because you hum, “Sweet thing. Are you going to make yourself cum?”
Yoongi shakes his head fervently, although not for the reason you might think.
“Want you to,” he begs on an exhale. “Please, make me cum. N-need you deeper.” 
Small hands flatten against his shoulder blades and press him further down against the bed. With fists full of the sheets, Yoongi gives you a desperate nod, signaling you to take over. 
And you do — without the hesitation he saw in you earlier, proving for the millionth time that you know exactly how to make him fall apart.
And he does — with a cry, so delirious and fucked out that he goes boneless underneath you.
When his body eventually stops trembling, Yoongi feels you pull out of him. He hears the quiet click as you unfasten the harness. Shortly after, his senses are overwhelmed with the warmth of your body coming down gently to cover his, warding off the emptiness that started to settle in your absence.
“You’re perfect.” You mumble with lips pressed to his sweat-slicked neck. “So fucking perfect.”
Funnily enough, he was just thinking the same thing about you.
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y-ves · 9 days
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decalcomanie — the process of transferring designs from prepared paper on to glass or porcelain.
welcome to another event hosted by yours truly , useryves . the idea for this event came into my mind many moons ago while talking with my friend trivi , i told her about how I get inspired to make my creations after I read certain works posted on this app. and now after a long while , i get to present to you this event. the main aim is to support both writers & mb creators on this platform . i hope you enjoy this as much as i did creating it
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INDEX ;
I ) ABOUT
II ) RULES & REGULATIONS
III ) HOW TO JOIN
IV ) EXTRAS
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I ) ABOUT THE EVENT
this event is truly , very simple !
you will be assigned a drabble or a fanfic not exceeding more than 2k words ( it's not much , believe me )
you will need to create a moodboard ! based on that work ! you may use any idol that fits the theme for you <3
an example moodboard is this one !
— the fanfiction used in this is strawberries and chocolates by @bywons after reading it , i included elements of the
i) library setting
ii ) the chocolate strawberries
iii ) young love & it's playfulness as shown by the flowers & the image of holding hands
iv) the secrecy, as shown by the 3rd image in the second row
your moodboard need not be this complex , but i would appreciate if each image had a story to tell ! this should be the ultimate goal
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II ) RULES AND REGULATIONS — read all of them carefully
there are both male & female writers, but more male ones , therefore you are allowed to use either female OR male idol in your creations
i will only be giving sfw works by my lovely authors ; @wheeboo @bywons @isawritesss @kimsohn
your moodboard must be directly or loosely related to the fanfic assigned to you
you can always ask for a change in fanfic
you cannot plagiarise anyone else's work
you are allowed to message me in case you want any critique or help !
your moodboard will be judged by the authors themselves !! i will judge as a mb creator but they have the final descision
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III) HOW TO JOIN ;
send a message to @y-ves in this format :
hii ! i would like to participate in your event ! i would prefer a male/female idol's fanfiction please ! and i ult (group name)
reblog this post & tag any 3 of your friends
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IV) EXTRAS ;
your moodboard must be posted with the # below ( just copy paste )
decalcomanie ! the event
you may add a small description of your moodboard in the comments section , explaining which elements u used or how u got inspired
deadline is 3rd April
prizes ;
🥇 the writer will write 1 work based on moodboards posted by you ( any mb of yours ) , 60 reblogs , 4 mbs by @y-ves , s/o by me , theme pack by me
🥈 writer will write 1 work based on moodboards posted by you , 40 reblogs , 2 mbs by @y-ves , theme pack
🥉writer will write 1 work based on moodboards posted by you , 30 reblogs , 1 mb by @y-ves
participation prize : 1 mb by @yujinszn ( i own the acc )
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homestuck-hell · 7 months
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Oumuer Trivie, Mage of Life, Derse
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They/them
Incredibly high drive and energy
Just wants to experience all of what life has to offer
Has a slew of "fun" facts to unleash when the topic arises
Land of Terraces and Wetlands
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hikari-ni-naritai · 6 months
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God ya good luck on sea butterfly and charibenet, both took me quite a while. finally got charibenet after a few years of on/off trying, but I took a while for opabinia too lol. At least they dont have Ruby Dragon or Aster Trivi uptimes, I guess? Are you still enjoying fishing in HW even though it's so like, mean? I stopped fishing for a while when I learned how stupid some are haha
I am insatiable. I will not stop until I've caught them all Pokémon style. I haven't complained about Armor Fish or whoever but fuck him also. And the last legend is uh.... the flying one. He hasn't even had uptime since I started the hw grind. So idk how he is. Anyway yeah I'm having fun! It's something easy to do while waiting for pf to fill and also something to do when pf is dead as hell. Plus I get fishies to put in my retainers inventory.
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returntothefalls · 1 year
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Behind-the-Scenes of Return to the Falls
I did a post like this once before covering the first two chapters, so it seems about time to do another one covering the next four chapters!  I like to think I’ve got a few interesting tidbits here at least:
IQ-tie
The working title for this chapter was “Mabel and the Smarty Pines”, which never quite sat right with me, but I had a hard time thinking of something better.  What would become the titular pun was originally on Mabel’s sweater, which said “IQ and QT”.  But then when I was trying to think of a better title, @immaplatypus told me the similar pun – that Mabel was an IQ-tie – and it immediately stood out to both of us that it would be a much better title.
Is Trivi-o’s a lame name for a cereal?  I debated about it and decided yes, it is, and that is good.  A lame name for a lame cereal.
I did a lot of second-guessing myself about the logistics of the Sfinx and her very existence, but I’m glad in the end I didn’t let myself overthink it too much.  I’m really happy with how she turned out.
Much like the previous chapter, I wasn’t totally sure of how the heroes were going to turn the tables at the climax, and then when I separately thought up Carla’s “It’s for … arson” line in reference to her lighter, then I decided that’d be a good ole Chekov’s gun to bail them out.  But there was an early draft in which Carla piloted McGucket’s sphinx robot like an anime mech to beat the crap out of the Sfinx herself, so that’s fun to think about.
Challenge of the Hunt
The theme of the chapter always centered around the idea that there are more ways to win a challenge than simply playing along, but the finer details of the plot went through some major changes.  In one particularly bleak version, the Hunt was the ghost of a child who was abandoned in the woods and was misguidedly trying to protect Dipper and Mabel from their Grunkles, but that never felt quite right to me.
Skull Kid from The Legend of Zelda: Majora’s Mask was a major visual and behavioral inspiration for the Hunt, though they ended up being very different in the end.  My original sketches of the Hunt even included a very Majora-esque mask.
Originally instead of having a pet wolf, the Hunt was going to transform into a giant wolf-like beast themself during their chase.  I later decided that having a pet wolf to help would add to the huntsman theme, plus it just didn’t feel like a very sporting ability for the Hunt to have themself.
On a related note, if the joke wasn’t obvious, the Hunt’s wolf is named Virginia as a pun on the author, Virginia Woolf.
Originally instead of taking trophies from the losers of their game, the Hunt was going to just straight-up murder them, with it being implied that the Manotaur from the beginning was killed, but that was darker than I wanted and made it feel harder to let them off scot-free at the end, so I’m glad I had the trophy idea instead.  Plus that led to some fun Stan dialogue, so it’s a win-win!
The chapter didn’t originally feature Candy and Grenda but I was really itching to write for them and already had other side characters to focus on in upcoming chapters, so I threw them in here.  I’m really glad too, got some great material out of their inclusion.
Grenda’s middle name being “Papercut” is, of all things, a Kick Buttowski reference, where Carl Faruolo, Grenda’s voice actor, voices a former wrestler named Papercut Peterson.
The original version of the “Grenda tramples the Hunt” scene instead had her and Dipper being ambushed by the Hunt and her instinctive response being to pick up the Hunt and throw them like a shot put.  I really wish I’d found a way to incorporate that because it’s such a hilarious image to me.
The whole bit of dialogue in the pit with Stan rambling about digging out was graciously provided by @immaplatypus
I had various different ideas for the Hunt’s “trophy room”. The first was going to be something Dipper and the others stumble on while fleeing that really gets them freaked out about what the Hunt can do, but I struggled to organically fit it in and thought things were getting kind of long anyway, so instead I made it the sight of the climactic showdown with the Hunt.
For anyone not catching the joke, Stan calling the Hunt “Helen” is a reference to actress Helen Hunt.
The Carla and Soos subplot was born from this being one of my oldest chapter ideas, at a point in which I hadn’t even added Carla to the story yet, so I realized much later on that I just completely forgot to ever add her to this chapter.  And since Soos wasn’t a part of the family camping trip, then that all worked out perfectly to pair him up with Carla.  And I’m really glad it did, because their scenes were some of my favorites I’ve written so far.
Scrapped line from Soos, reassuring Carla about her place in the Shack: “Rudeness is polite in this house!  It’s just like Mr. Pines always says: get off the premises or I’ll shoot!”
There’s not really any significance to the Hunt being a deer-fox.  I wasn’t drawing from any particular inspiration, it was just two animals associated with hunting that I thought made a good aesthetic, and I think I’d been watching Hilda (which also features a deerfox) around the time I was initially sketching them.
Some other possibilities I considered for the ending cryptogram:
YOU JUST LOST THE GAME – if you get this, you’re liable for a senior’s discount
IT REMINDS ME OF THE HUNT – an obscure Fairly OddParents quote I think of daily
THE HUNT HUNTER HAS BECOME THE HUNT HUNTED – the word “hunt” really just gets used a lot in this chapter
The Sorceford’s Apprentice
Once again, Robbie’s song was spur-of-the-moment spit out by Jessica. Everyone go love up on her and her extraordinary talents.
Instead of a possum king, Dipper and Gideon were originally going to deal with a squirrel king that is defeated because Gideon is a true southern gentleman and always carries cashews in his pockets.
Supernatural Speakeasy
Here’s one passage from the town meeting that I had to cut for pacing but nevertheless love a lot:  “I’m still temporarily deprived of my wealth,” Preston Northwest said.  “And my pyramid scheme – I mean perfectly legitimate business – needs buyers. And I’ve already ripped off – I mean marketed to – almost everyone in town.”  He leaned over to the Pizza Guy sitting beside him.  “Hey, chum, have you heard of essential oils?”
Demusa is 100% voiced by Susan Egan.  She’s gotta be dripping with sultry like Meg from Hercules.
Pacifica was going to be obnoxious BFFs with C-Beth but then I had the idea for Gideon and C-Beth’s interaction and the concept of Demusa came to me.
A scrapped subplot would have had Mabel claim to be over the dating game, but Dipper is afraid she’ll fall back into old habits, so he tries to make her oblivious to any “dateable” creatures, which is difficult since there are now swarms of them in the Shack, and he doesn’t want another Norman situation.  I got rid of it because it just wasn’t working out smoothly and was just enjoying all the other minor conversations, but it persisted slightly in the existence of the Wolf Boy.
There are a few vague allusions here to a scrapped chapter that would have focused on Multi-Bear and his backstory.  It never worked out great and it felt shoehorned in as a continuation of old plots (namely that of Dipper vs. Manliness), so I never did much with it.  It would have involved a Russian ringmaster creating a circus of freaks and capturing the Manotaurs, forcing Leaderaur to team up with Multi-Bear and Dipper to save them.  I don’t remember my exact backstory for Multi-Bear but it was going to involve Mayor Befuftlefumpter of all people being the adoptive brother of Multi-Bear, and Leaderaur as a childhood friend of both.  It was all really weird and it’s good that it was thrown out on the curb where it belongs.
The ending cryptogram is a reference to a quote from Sgt. Frog Abridged on Youtube.
That’s all for now, hope some of you found this at least a little amusing!  Thanks so much for reading and sticking around!  And keep your eyes peeled for the sneak peek of the next chapter!
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