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its hilarious how I spent like 25 years or something trying to avoid writing in first person like the plague only to have my writing stagnate and when I try it for the first time, I realize it FUCKS severely.
#writeblr#fantasy novel#dawn of shadows#rook writes fantasy#original fantasy#why the fuck did I waste all that time?
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oh, a part 2 of out of context FOtPoD memes? [part 1]
#Danny Phantom#FOtPoD#Flying Over the Pit of Death#Magpie AU#yeah I did this instead of literally anything else#when I think about it Magpie AU is a really funny concept#why the fuck don't I just make an actual crack fic for it#oh right. i'm making a novel for the angst#well. maybe after I'll write a bunch of crack oneshots#i just really want to write trio shenanigans. is that so much to ask? for some Magpie AU trio shenanigans??
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whenever i hear a song that i would like if it weren’t for the fact that it was too long, i think about this:
like you can afford to write tangentially if you/your music is already popular and you know that people are going to listen to you no matter what and in fact laud your longer pieces as being genius etc but can you really be releasing 5+ minute long songs without a built-in audience?
#idk. thinking about this because of the new lana album and i think i’d like a lot of these songs better if they were shorter lol#some of these songs drag so much especially when she includes these long sections of like one repeated line over and over again#or like when taylor swift releases the extended version of all too well and everyone freaked out#that’s all good and well but she HAD to release the shorter version first#and she knows she has this huge fanbase that will eat that shit up no matter what she does really#part of it is nostalgia admittedly but i also think the shorter version is just a better song#that song is on the longer side to begin with but 10 minutes???? why#(i did listen to both songs back to back to make sure my opinion was still the same as when the 10 minute version was released & it is lol)#idk! obviously i’m bad at this myself because i write so fucking much to express a simple point but it is more skillful to be able#to say things as effectively and precisely in a more concise way#not saying this ONLY applies to mitski because she’s the one this article is about but she is a good example of it#like being able to express a feeling in just a couple lines that would probably take a less skilled writer like a novel to express#it also reminds me of how my high school latin teacher described how in college he took a class about museum design or something like that#and their first assignment was to write a description of an artifact to tell museum visitors what it was#and every time he submitted a draft the professor would tell him to make it shorter while still communicating the necessary information#until he literally could not make it any shorter than it already was#because you have to assume that people are not gonna read all that! because they won’t unless they have some kind of external motivation to#idk there IS something to be said for including ‘unnecessary’ parts of writing etc obviously there’s nuance#but a lot of the time i think if there isn’t a reason to include something then why include it!
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Ⅰ. 𝙰 𝙼𝙴𝚂𝚂𝙰𝙶𝙴 𝙵𝚁𝙾𝙼 … 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘳𝘩𝘢𝘦𝘯𝘺𝘳𝘢 𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘺𝘦𝘯,
〈 WATERFALL ⸺ after taking a midnight swim together in a secluded lake, the sender & receiver notice a nearby waterfall, and things proceed to get frisky while they explore it & each other together . 〉 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘢 𝘱𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘺 .
a short trip to survey the island led them astray ⸺ in to a small rowboat over the side of her ship. & on their impromptu voyage they made their way to a large open clearing of water, a lake that's mouth lay hidden behind dense foliage: that marlena had found on her very first trip around the island of dragonstone. they slow closer to the center, steep cliffs surrounding them on all sides, and when the boat finally begins to float to a slow stop, rhaenyra is the first one to make a move. the queen stands, & quickly with practiced fingers she is rid of her extravagant gown and diving headfirst into the water below them. it happens in a blur, leaving the pirate alone with a wistful smile on her face. it takes marlena significantly longer to come to her senses and disrobe, and once she has nyra is already halfway towards the rocky outcropping beside the roaring waterfall on the opposite side of the caverns opening.
⸺ the pirate pulls herself up alongside her queen not long after her, gaze wandering her curves, counting the drops of water beading on soft skin, pale against the dark stone shore. & again, rhaenyra is the first to act. not for a lack of confidence on lena's part ⸺ in the name of love & taking action, she was no stranger . . . though circumstance had brought her face - to - face with royalty, that was a first. at once she's on her, hands on the side of the redhead's face, lips pressed tightly against one another. there's shock ― a heartbeat of hesitation ― and then marlena is reciprocating, mouth opening wide to allow the other's tongue to explore her own, one hand raising to brush through silver - white hair while the other falls to the small of rhaenyra's back, urging their bodies even closer together.
⸺ ❝ my queen, ❞ pause comes as marlena's hand raises ⸺ barely brushes her fingertips over the soft skin covering the other's stomach, up her side . . . around the curve of her breast & up to the base of her throat. palm presses flat against the column of her neck, mouth finding the skin beside her fingers there, hungry for as much of her as she was allowed to take. ❝ tell me where you want me t’touch you, @hrtached. ❞ voice is just above a whisper, gravely & deep, breath hot against the dragon's ear. marlena's opposite palm finds rhaenyra's cheek, then, pulling her face towards her own to lock their lips in another deep kiss. she doesn't wait for an answer ⸺ instead, the hand that held the side of her face travels down the queen's side again, thumb brushing over her left breast's nipple, before fingers find their way to the warmth between her legs, the soft flesh of her inner thigh.
⸺ the two fall to their knees carefully, bodies maneuvering to a more comfortable position with lena hovering over rhaenyra, peppering kisses into the side of her mouth, over her chin, down to her chest. she exhaled once, a warm, humid breath against sensitive flesh before marlena's lips wrapped around her. moans were music to the pirate's ears, emboldening her to curl her tongue around her nipple, to hollow her cheeks with a light suck inwards. cupping her other breast in her hand, she kneaded the swollen flesh, relishing in the way the other writhed beneath her. rhaenyra's body responded readily, her back arching up into marlena's touch.
⸺ fingers leave soft flesh, hungry mouth pulling away to move lower, to rake fingernails along her navel and slide on her knees back, until she was bent between her legs. knees parted without a word, marlena opted to lift one and drape a sleek thigh over her shoulder. she could hear rhaenyra's breath hitch, chest heaving with rapid breaths as she looked down at her, eyes half - lidded, kiss - swollen lips parted. the queen's hips lifted towards lena's mouth, and it took everything within her to bite back a growing grin. in response, rhaenyra lifted her remaining leg to mirror the other. in her glory, marlena's eyes scanned over the other's sex, hesitant fingers raising to prod gently at her folds. her face hovered closer, tongue pointed to trace the delicate ripples before circling the sensitive tip of her clitoris. a deepened kiss, her head tilts as she licks deeper into the tissue, excruciatingly slow. one of rhaenyra's hands tangled itself in marlena's matted hair, taking a fistful as a throaty moan echoed against the stone around them.
⸺ the noises that came from her only urged marlena to quicken her pace, grown ravenous as she drinks in her taste and the sounds that she made. rhaenyra's spoken words were a jumble of moans and breathlessness, but within them marlena could make out a handful of words, mostly curses, and pleas for her to continue. more, more, more . . . a smile grows, and there is a pause, a thought to pull back altogether and watch her writhe that she dutifully ignores. lena instead licks along her drenched slit, punctuated with an open - mouthed kiss to the queen's clitoris. the first fluttering of a climax rippled through the queen as marlena stroked the flat of her tongue over that very bud, and rather than let up, the pirate opted to slide two fingers into the tightened warmth of her sex.
⸺ the waterfall beside them drowned out the raising volume of rhaenyra's cries of pleasure, allowing her full release of whatever it was that had been so pent up inside. she needed this, marlena thought, and so she did not ease up. the delicate inner muscles of the queen tugged at her pumping fingers, matching the cadence of her merciless tongue. movements unrelenting, spurring her queen to another orgasm before the first had fully eased its grip on her. she screamed when she came, and lena instead opted to push a third finger in with the others. she rakes the edge of her teeth lightly over the crowning knot of nerves, driving rhaenyra to another climax so easily on the heels of her second. she was relentless in her need to satisfy her completely, willing to continue endlessly had it not been for nyra's breathless pleas for an end, a reprieve at the least. when she finally concedes, lena pulls her soaking fingers from the queens warmth slowly, all while she presses soft kisses against the inside of her thighs.
#ch. marlena pomeroy#answered.#hrtached#el oh el#no bc why the fuck did i write a novel for this#re: rhaenyra targaryen#tee hee#idk smth ab lena....... whisperin in nyras ear................... w her heavy ass accent#sweats#smth smth....... a pirate and her queen................ smth smth smth#idk why i feel like i need to make things So Long#they coulda just fucked fr........#like this literally could have started at the dialogue#theM CALLIN EACH OTHER...... NYRA.... AND LENA....... /MAR/#i could scream and throw up#idk i thought ab deleting the first / second paragraph and just goin from dialogue but i Couldn't#ANYWAY PLEASE DONT TALK TO ME FOR A WEEK#........ 7 paragraphs..........#what is wrong w me#and i could have kept going too.........
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The more I write the more I am like: who the FUCK writes like this?? Why do I WRITE like this??? Where in the world did I pick this up From???? Someone else HAS to write like this cause I must've picked up this stylistic lean from somebody??? What the fuck
#rant#mejo writing#writing#for REAL tho if youve read my fic. who the FUCK does my style remind you of????#i read a normal best seller novel yesterday and jesus fuck my writing style is so different idk how to#even bridge the gap. i mean i dont even think i should. byt then if i write like Someonr Else#then who the fuck are they so i could read THEM for some tips.#im thinking maybe... edgar allan poe or haruki murakami are why i write like this????#maybe stephen king but i honestly think he writes with less in depthness than me...#holly black maybe?????#i KNOW i got the way i poetically structure sentences from poe.#but i have this biased close 3rd person perspectivr i write#thats very Emotional#and its the most normal easy thing for me to write. its how i naturally write.#but for the life of me i cant think of a fucking writer who writes this way#i THOUGHT grr martin did. but upon rereading asoiaf? no he sure doesnt. hes way more to the point than me
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Before Deluca -- Rock and Sea and Fire
Cool as the water made me, it did nothing for the irritation burning through Lucient’s mumbled French curses as the mountainous shadow of our home hit us with a final ripple of night-black wash. We could still see it, of course, but it was well and truly out of reach—had there been any way to reach it.
Yet we were not without options.
Another ship floated just beyond the empty space ours had occupied, if less than a quarter in size. A small schooner, from the arrangement of its sails, and it was empty—what with its owner lying dead, or dying, on the Lune Royale.
And, numb as I was, absently treading water, I reacted sarcastically, “Well, love, you wanted a new ship…”
“Merde,” was Lucient’s response as, holding me ever-tighter and shivering so hard his teeth chattered, he pointed to the massive black shadow of ours, “Everything we own is on that one!”
“True,” my voice sounded strange to my ears, missing the emotion I was used to hearing as I tried to be logical, to hold onto sense, “but maybe we can take this one and follow it.”
Lucient stared at me, too easily visible despite naught but the moon to light him, competing as well with the shimmering dark of the water, “How are you so calm?”
I laughed, though the look on his face told me I shouldn’t have, “Amore mio, this is not calm. This is broken. You are speaking to a broken man,” he tried to kiss me, slipping in his hold before kicking and scrabbling at my shoulders to remain afloat, but I couldn’t find the smile that ought to have garnered. Something kept tickling my bare feet, with peculiar skin that felt too much like rock to be a fish and I had no desire to find out what it was, “a broken man who’d like to flee from whatever is under us.”
Looking down, he saw what I refused to and gasped before tugging me to swim forward. I followed, head held as high as I could manage and focused on the ship and not the stretch of black on black all around us—void that it was, yawning and cold.
Had I looked down, I might have screamed, instead I gasped and Lucient yelped, as we were lifted out of the water by something. Something larger than reality allowed me to accept. Its crown alone would have made the Lune Royale look like a tugboat.
The ocean fled our feet, leaving us but ankle-deep in water on a mound of pitted rock just as blueblack and we scrambled to run along it—desperate not to scream—until we could roll onto the slim deck of the schooner.
While Lucient got it prepped, knowing more of such things than I did, I headed below deck in search of light to see the thing chasing us. Moonlight was enough for most things but that thing refused to be seen and, fool that I was, I had to see it.
Hanging by a meager bed I found a familiar singing lamp, same as those which filled the manor, and as I carried it above—marveling at its pulsing warmth, so much like a heartbeat—Lucient’s eyes bulged.
“Wisplight,” He gasped.
But he wasn’t gasping in surprise of it. He was gasping at what it called, what came with a wave that shook us even as the wind caught in the sails and we glided quick enough to force hands to rails.
Then the creature breached behind the schooner, gifting us the horror of its face.
“Throw the light,” Lucient whispered, hand firm on the mast, eyes on it.
But I didn’t move; standing in front of the cabin entrance I could only stare. It kept pace, somehow it kept pace, always just behind us despite our speed. And it did so without appearing to move, as if it were anchored to us. And it was nothing known, nor of a comfortable oddity as some sea beast grown too large yet still understood on some level.
What chased us was altogether alien and terribly familiar.
Cave wide, its eyes were lit with man-sized fires but its face bore a delicate, oval sweetness with a serene smile on lips that looked far too human. Yet it was no man, no flesh and blood creature either. It was rock and sea and fire. Ocean water poured from its head as it rose higher, as waterfalls of hair it was, glistening in the moonlight and the peculiar orange flames of its eyes. Higher it rose, allowing the sight of a slender neck and what struck me as islands on their own on either side until it tilted that impossible head and those islands shrugged ever so slightly.
“Throw the light,” Lucient whispered again, hissing it at me.
I couldn’t speak, couldn’t move. The thing looked like a mountain, or a woman carved out of one, ready to speak to us, or eat us—a simple task with how large its mouth was. And it continued to keep pace without appearing to move, beyond blinking and tilting its head, as if intrigued by us—studying us. The sheer size of its face prevented seeing anything behind it, but surely it had to have a body attached somewhere. And as I wondered of it, my thoughts filled with soft fingers.
My love, Lucient prodded, she wants our light, but if I move to take it from you she will scream. We do not want her to scream. Throw. The. Light.
Mechanically, I snapped my arm back and chucked the wisplight off the side of the ship—realizing in that motion that her mouth was wider that the schooner, her eyes at least as tall as its mainmast. But I didn’t have the chance to worry too much of that as she swooned with the splash of that lamp in the water.
A harrowing wail through a deep cave that sound, and it brought a breeze and a wave with it as she sunk back into the black. We weathered the wave, schooner moving too quickly by then, but I kept my eyes stuck on where I thought she was. Too black that sea, too matching her rock, but I could follow the eyes—still burning beneath the water.
Then the mountain woman reached for the lamp floating uneasily on the rippling shadows of the water and the sight of those fingers, massive and rocky as they were, reminded me of the horrid Sea Witch’s island. She sunk deeper after, with only the glow of her eyes to remind me she lingered, and Lucient pulled me into a hug before I found breath to scream.
“You really haven’t been out to sea, have you, my love?” he asked through kisses on my neck.
I didn’t appreciate the mockery, or the insinuation that ours was a normal interaction to have in the open ocean; I’d read plenty of tales, heard more from sailors, and never any mention of her, “Maybe it’s for the best if that’s out here.”
Guiding me toward the cabin, he shivered and I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, pressing in close to his back as he explained, “While it’s not a common occurrence to see her, all sailors know of the Wandering Isle, and that she likes the song of wisplights.”
“Good we no longer have one then,” I said, wondering briefly if the wisplight had been a lure, a trap set by the Hunter, as I followed him into the cabin and below deck—darker than open night without the lamp.
“Yes, and good that our late Hunter chose such a speedy ship to store hers in,” Shiver not yet gone from his limbs, Lucient sighed as I held him closer before he turned in my arms and dug icy hands up my soaked shirt. Swooning together with the touch, he fed wet kisses to my neck, backing me into the walls of the hull and rubbing those chill hands around to my back to grip as I gasped.
“And so simple to sail, requiring so little attention,” I added through hitching breaths and, uninterested in explaining how I knew that, I was grateful he didn’t ask.
The smile, too bright to my eyes in all that dark, marked me a fool yet again—of course he knew—and he teased with tone, if not words as he freed my skin to yank at my breeches, “There is the matter of all these wet clothes to deal with.”
#writeblr#snippet#writing#novel#before deluca#why yes i did cut it off before the filth happened#when i tell you that it makes me giddy to put the wandering isle into other things you must understand#i am fucking cackling about it#i loves my big island lady#she is horrifying and wonderful
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Tumblr is so mean to me
#raey spam#something something watching the site fucking destroy itself#it's straight up just Not showing one of my mutual's posts on the dashboard despite us being! mutuals!#then the gross ass twitter layout#the userbase shifting almost entirely to liking instead of reblogging#random ass people finding random ass reblogs of mine#like go reblog from op or people you actually follow 😭😭😭😭😭 how the fuck did you even find that 😭😭😭😭😭#and. tumblr live#don't get me wrong i still love tumblr but. :(#im mostly just confused at why it's not showing my mutual's posts#they can't see my posts andi can't see theirs and it doesn't make any sense#only reason i could possibly think of is because i blocked them on accident like a month ago but i dont? get why that would make this happen#anyways omori magical girl update i have run into a roadblock#which is that i am struggling to write the story#and that means i can't make any art for it bc i quite frankly have no idea what the fuck kind of worldbuilding there is#atp i think i might just drop the story part & just draw some fun stuff#then maybe i can come back to the story later if i feel like it#bc this wasn't intended to be a fullblown novel it was just. hehe magical girls
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i TRUSTED my friend who rec’d me tgcf (the actual novel) and now idk if i should have. help maybe its just the translation. but aside from the prose there have been some scenes where i just want to jump out of my skin and find mxtx and just like. kill her
#what do you MEAN you put sex pollen in there!!!!!!!!! WHAT POSSIBLE REASON WAS THERE. WHY. WHY DID YOU DO THAT AND HAVE THE LOVE INTEREST BE#LIKE SIXTEEN. IM GOIN G TO KILL YOU.#oh my god. literally any sane fan of her work wants to kill her. i am so mad#shes good at making these like beautifully tragic vignettes to illustrate the fundamental struggles of the worlds she makes. but good god#is it worth it?????? is it?????????????????????#tearing my hair out as i read about the coffin scene and how it was for nothing. at least now they are back to being the same age again.#iykyk and u are so welcome to scream in my dms or ask box about this. i am so mad. i am so mad#tip: i am so fucking mad#AND WHY DOES SHE HAVE TO WRITE MISOGYNY INTO THIS AS WELL???????#AND TRANSMISOGYNY??????????????????#bye. bye. farewell. im going to finish this fcuking book#and then pretend the donghua is the only canon piece of material and only come back to the novel for like. fanon purposes.#FUCK.#fan#tgcf#m
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Me with every subsequent chapter I have to write
#atp just fucking kill me#why did i decide to write an epic length novel as a fic#when every chapter is 40k+ what hope do we have left laddies#the amount of will it takes just to write out 1000 words is astronomical— AND I'M SUPPOSED TO WRITE HALF A MILLION?!?!?!??!!#insanity... just absolute insanity#w
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Out of curiosity, what's the most ridiculous thing y'all have had to figure out for your books?
I'll go first— the chemical equation required to make a mortal soul for my fantasy books, so I could make a fake one with other elements so a mad scientist could make homunculi.
#ink’s scribbles#writeblr#fantasy writeblr#writing#fantasy writing#writers on tumblr#fantasy novel#a fun ask#it took me a couple of days to figure out and it was very frustrating#i told my coworkers about it when i got to work that next day i figured it out#and i got really excited telling them i had figured out how to make a human soul#and they all looked at me like i was insane#just:🧍♀️#‘why did you need to know how to make that?’#me: so I could make a fake one its basic alchemy and transmutation#them: … ink what the fuck
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Hi! What do you think of Linebeck’s manga counterpart compared to his game counterpart? Is it about the same or do you feel different about them? Any sort of thoughts opinions and interpretations about his manga and or game counterparts?
Hi! Thanks for the ask!
I had to dig up and reread my Phantom Hourglass manga for this since I haven’t actually read it in a while, which I guess already reveals some of my opinions about it.
Off the bat, I feel differently about manga Linebeck than game Linebeck; I like the game’s version of him better, and I’ll go ahead and say that it’s probably because the manga cut out pretty much over half of the game’s plot, which severely limits a lot of stuff in the manga, as well as trashing the majority of Linebeck’s original arc and therefore making his manga arc feel very abrupt to me.
So, in terms of how the manga version feels in comparison to the game version… overall a bit lackluster compared to the game? Mainly due to the fact that half of the plot was cut, so you lose the letter, the slower changes seen through dialogue, as well as losing the two sea monster battles. The fact that the manga cuts from the ghost ship right into the Bellum fight is mainly what kills his arc a bit, since he more or less start and ends in the same places as the game’s versions, but in the manga you lose most of the build-up to that change. It also suggests the idea that he actually had less development than in the game, due to losing the letter bit and cutting out a lot of the time he had to change in the game. You lose some of the smaller details.
In general, I’m not a big fan of what the manga did with Phantom Hourglass’s overall plot, and this even extends to how they presented the final boss, too, even though a lot of people like this interpretation. I do like this play on the final boss, but it feels like it just… lost what extra impact it could have had due to the plot getting shuffled around. Placing the bellumbeck fight before the fight against just Bellum just feels… wrong. In the game, the bellumbeck fight being the last thing gives it more impact and leaves Linebeck’s possible fate a bit murkier (if you don’t know what happens, of course), and I actually dislike how this shuffling of events erases a) the ghost ship battle and b) Linebeck using the phantom sword to protect link. Obviously, these have their manga parallels (Linebeck helping fight Bellum in the end; his waking up during the bellumbeck battle and that ensuing bit), but I feel like the game’s version of events do more to support his development and make it feel more meaningful.
So, my general feeling about manga Linebeck compared to game Linebeck is essentially that the manga version kinda got shafted by the story cuts and shuffling of events.
Aside from problems caused by the pacing of the manga (this thing is at breakneck speed it’s been a while since I read it and man that’s fast pacing), in terms of his actual characterization, he’s also a bit different from the game. A lot of his traits are exaggerated throughout, which has its ups and downs.
I’m just going to go through the negatives before going through what I like; I’m not really a fan of how… over-the-top and cartoonish he comes off at times. Even in the game he doesn’t really come off like that, and with some of the turns the manga takes, it makes it a little harder to pinpoint exactly what his deal is. He’s definitely treated as a joke for a majority of the manga, and he generally comes of as incompetent at points, too. It’s a little harder to track his character development since, due to story cuts and pacing, it comes about faster and with little visible warning. Overall, he’s a bit shallower in the manga, though mostly due to axing the part of the story where the majority of his character development happens.
I don’t hate this characterization, though. There are a few small details- usually things either unique to the manga or other things not really even touched in fan media- that I really like. Number one on that list is the visual detail of him sticking out his bottom lip at lot. It’s so fucking good and fits him perfectly it’s so childish and I could absolutely see him doing that within the context of the game’s plot.
I also love how awful he is in the manga. I love it when he’s genuinely terrible and morally dubious. There isn’t much of a ‘oh he’s actually good at heart’ thing going on until later and it’s great. I personally love characterizations of Linebeck where he’s genuinely kind of awful on purpose. He borders on antagonistic a few times and it’s great.
In terms of deeper interpretations… I’m not at invested in the manga, so there isn’t much, so I’ll compare notes with my game interpretation. Linebeck in the manga doesn’t give me the same general vibes as Linebeck in the game; he seems more comfortable talking to people, less affected by Ciela (less negatively affected, that is; meaning that in the manga she actually helps him towards his development, while in the game she seems to make it a bit harder for him), and there’s less evidence of autistic traits or stuff like that. I’m pretty sure that plenty of people have psychologically picked apart manga Linebeck, so I’m not really going to touch on that beyond he’s definitely got some issues, though different issues than his game counterpart, in my eyes.
#asks#zeldanamikaze#phantom hourglass#linebeck#yeah idk not much in-depth stuff? Ph manga is short so there’s less to inspect yknow#but god the tonal whiplash of randomly revisiting the ph manga#Fun#but yeah damn the manga is at a breakneck pace it’s insane#but we’re not here for narrative opinions it’s Linebeck opinions time and I don’t really have a whole bunch for the manga#other comments about him?#I don’t feel as much gender envy about manga Linebeck than I do game Linebeck#he’s also less queer in the manga ig he’s not canonically anything but yknow. He’s not straight in the game that’s for sure#I’m not big on the ph manga but I did enjoy rereading it#it’s just… it could have used more yknow. Fucking tragedy that half the story got cut but I bet there wasn’t much choice#tbh? I’d kill for a full length ph manga like tp is getting. Add bits about what linebecks doing when links adventuring#I would consider writing a ph novelization but that would awkwardly intersect with my current oneshots since it would include em#also I think my enjoyment of the ph manga is a bit dampened by jolene Existing but she’s better in the manga than she is in the game tbh#but she’s a whole can of god forsaken worms for me so moving on#uhhh yeah bellumbeck fight is very good but hot take? I really prefer the idea that linebeck is completely powerless during the final boss#idk how to explain why but just. it ties in with my idea of him working through some shit and therefore being extremely vulnerable#salty talks#also yeah ty for the ask it was kinda nice to just sit down and read through the ph manga for the first time in a while#also I fucking hope the keep reading is in the right spot it’s meant to be after the bit about manga linebecks arc feeling abrupt#bc every time I edit the draft the read more keeps getting chucked a few paragraphs down for some reason#Edit: LMFAO I COMPLETELY FORGOT TO SAY ANYTHING ABOUT HIS MANGA BACKSTORY OH WELL#Edit 2: fuck OFF the read more got fucked up
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every time i try to write more noble pining i end up banging my head against a table bemoaning ‘why did i choose to write something with plot?’ my hubris will be my downfall
#it's 75k long now and still not done and half of me wants to give up and the other half knows casey will for real kill me irl if i try <3#so. we're here and we're powering through#i hate plot i like to write silly little get togethers where people dont and then do talk about thier feelings#why did i try to write a fantasy epic novel????? what the fuck is wrong with me???#the other thing keeping me afloat is jamie's threats to bind it when/if i finish and like. i would life to have it tbh. so.#i guess i have to write it#its just silly bc there are. a generous three people beyond myself that will read this shit when its done#jvnskjvnsfkjbns so! you know!
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in theory, i adore reincarnation stories. there’s so much potential and heartbreak in them, and there’s always the promise that this life—this life will be better, we will get our happy ending. one day. i swear to you.
but ALSO, i have rarely seen a good iteration of a reincarnation story in practice. i am looking DIRECTLY at the book that had the reincarnated lovers be adopted cousins in their next life btw.
#WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT#memorie.txt#.bookthoughts#anyway i think the problem is that in a text format it’s RLLY hard to pull off ‘had a weird dream of a past life#and make it seem natural#versus a comic where you can visualize it much easier + it’s easier to have a flashback to show the past life#like truthfully i feel the only good reincarnation stories are from a comic format#maybe it’s jst that i haven’t read the right book but YA KNOW.#…… literally all of my chryzure stories have reincarnation involved as well#so here i am wanting to write a novel after expressing that written reincarnation stories aren’t all that good#i am the clown 🤡#i mean i did the same w time as a concept—bc writing about time makes my head twist into knots#and look at my luna rune series. fucking hell. i think i jst hate myself
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Y’all ever read a book that’s super relevant to your interests and it’s actually really good, but it just has such a disappointing ending and you just kinda sit there afterwards like
well
#wandering over the words#finished a crime novel earlier#had me hooked#and then dropped me right off#of all the hints it gave. the killer was this one random background character in a scene everyone forgot about#and not in like a clever ''ohhhhh'' way. just like. a ''wait what??'' kind of way#killer I saw coming but even then it was like. his character did a fuckin 180 and it was like??? what????#never got a reason why he was the killer btw!!#and then the book kinda just!! ended!!#the lady and the detective had a kinda sorta romance!!#fuck knows!!#book was like ''crime over okay byyyyee''#none of the personal plotlines got sorted!!#it was like! story's over you can close the book now!#random ass scene at the end that felt like the author was saying ''I just wanted to include this somewhere idk''#God!!#lady did a fuckin 180 partway through the book too! just dropped her trust issues I guess!#damn! I might actually write something out of spite!#I was so looking forward to this book too!#* can't be bothered to retract my tags but. clarification: there were two killers. kind of. sort of. one killer and one boss but whatever
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hit 24k words but at what cost
#i was aiming for 25k today but i had to stop#i literally am going to cry this is so fucked up#HOW did i write about this at 18 without fucking bawling??? what was wrong with me???????????#i have grown soft with age apparently#death mention#i've written like 15 sentences so far of artie's death scene and like i literally....... am considering changing the whole novel#this feels terrible.#i don't want to do this. i don't want arthur to die. why does he have to die.#why did i write this?????????#listen. i'm gonna write it i just have to feel bad first#just let me get this out of my system & then i'll shut up#i might. change the novel. what if i change it. it's too late to change it huh.#aaaAAAAAAAHSDKJHFSJKDH#I'M SORRY ARTIE I'M SORRY#rainyrambles#dl probably sorry for this
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me when my phone buzzes at 12:30 in the morning and i’m half asleep and it’s a text from my estranged aunt which opens with the line ‘the bears are everywhere.’
#like girl what the fuck does that mean#like i know what it means she lives in a mountain town shes FINE they have bears#but like. girl i am just sitting here#and did she have to write it like a horror novel#actually okay i just actually opened it she wrote a whole essay long text about the habits of bears and ended it with ‘how are you’#um asleep is how i am!!#you can see why we dont talk much 😭#cause truly what is this conversation. what happened to hello#tales
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