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lola-bunn1 · 1 year

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somebody that i used to know pt 2

❥ a/n: the story won’t really make sense if i don’t make a change in the timeline, so let’s just pretend the whole sky people war has been going on for a really long time also this took so long like i began writing this the second i posted part one and then it took me hours then i scrapped it and made a better version which turned out so bad im sorry

part one, part three

Five months.

Its been five months since Neteyam last heard your soft voice, its been five months since he last felt your touch, its been five months since he last felt happy.

Its been five months of hell.

After you left, Neteyam lost himself. You were part of him, you were his life, his world. Now you were gone, and so was he.

The war kept happening, for a while.

Until everything just died down, the sky people stopped cutting trees, they stopped building weapons, stopped attacking the Na’vi. They just left.

Of course, everyone was happy. The Na’vi won once again.

But the forest isn’t what it used to be, there’s too many bad memories that lie here. It didn’t feel like home anymore.

Of course to Neteyam, it never was. You were his home, you were the light of his life. Without you, he was nothing.

That’s how much he loved you.

Jake and Neytiri have thought well and hard. They wanted to leave. Get a fresh new start somewhere else, the kids reacted differently. Lo’ak didn’t care, Kiri was mad, Tuk didn’t know what was going on, and Neteyam…

He just didn’t react. No sadness, no happiness, nothing.

The family packed up and left, Neteyam flew away and never looked back, not even for a second. There was nothing there for him.

You weren’t there for him.

As he flew, he thought of the things he could’ve done. He shouldn’t have dismissed it so fast. He should’ve cared more, comforted you more, convince you harder.

If he did, perhaps you might be here, with him. Smiling and flying your ikran around him, giving him that warm feeling he missed so deeply.

But you weren’t. It wasn’t real.

When they got to the village, they introduced themselves and waited as Jake spoke to them.

“It is decided, Toruk Makto and his family are going to stay with us.” Tonowari, the olo’eyktan stated

They all muttered small thank yous as they were lead to their marui.

“This is yours” Tsireya, Tonowari’s daughter said as she showed them the marui, “We’ll send over some things in a bit while you get comfortable” She smiled at them and walked away as they began unpacking

“Alright, everyone—family meeting, come on, fall in” Jake said, everyone huddled into a circle, Lo’ak tapped Neteyam’s shoulder, snapping him out of his trance and making him sit with them

“Okay, guys. We need you all on your best behavior. No trouble, I mean it. Learn fast, pull your weight, be nice. We need them to trust us, so we can all get along. Got it?” Jake said, they all nodded with small responses

“Sorry!” A woman said as she walked in, carrying a bunch of things that were high enough to cover her face, “They told me you might need these” She said, turning to her side to see them, her eyes widening as she dropped the things on the ground

They all froze

Neteyam, startled by the sound, turned to see what happened. His eyes widening in shock.

It was you.

It was you…

It was you!

How is this possible? You left—did you move here?

“Y/n?” He said, standing up and walking towards you, you backed away, still speechless.

“I—I have to go” You said, running off, he was quick to follow you

He finally got close enough to pull you back, you looked at him in silence

“It’s you…its really you” He whispered, “What—what are you doing here?” He asked

You sighed, “I moved here…”

“This is where you’ve been? All this time…” He said, cradling your face, he pulled you in for a hug

Its been so long since he felt your soft touch. Five hours without your touch was long enough, imagine five months.

He closed his eyes, inhaling your scent. The sweet smell he’s been missing. He slowly opened his eyes, feeling something else.

He let go of you, looking down, his eyes widening.

You had a bump, a baby bump. He was sure it wasn’t weight.

“Neteyam…” You whispered

“What—how…” He stopped talking, did you move on? You ran away, and started a family with another man?

He backed away, shaking his head

“You…you were that quick to forget me?” He asked, before you could answer, he left.

“Neteyam!” You called out to him, seeing him fade away

When he got to the marui, everyone was there, waiting for him, flooding him with questions

“What happened?” Neytiri asked

“How is she here?” Kiri asked

“Who knocked her up?” Lo’ak asked, everyone went quiet

“What do you mean?” Neytiri asked

“Did you not see? She looked pregnant”

Neytiri gasped and smacked his head, “You do not speak about a woman like that!”

“No…it’s true.” Neteyam said

“She is with child?” Neytiri asked, her eyes wide

Neteyam nodded

Neytiri and Jake shared a look, they went to comfort him but he just pushed them away

“I’m sorry, kid” Jake said, patting his back

“I do not care.” He said, they all looked at him with pity, and went to sleep

The next day, Neteyam got up early, not like he even slept. He went outside, exploring the village. He went to ocean, staring at it in silence

“Neteyam…” You called out

He already knew it was you, how could he ever forget your sweet voice?

He began walking away, you kept calling his name and he ignored you

“Shit” He heard you say, he turned to see you wrapping your arms around your stomach, as if in pain

“Are you okay?” He asked, sure he was mad at you, but he still loved you and cared about you

“I…I don’t know—shit” You said again, groaning in pain

He quickly rushed to you, helping you walk to your marui

“Its okay—I got you…” He said, comforting you as you kept feeling the pain

Once you got to your marui, he helped you sit down

“Okay—stay here, I’m gonna call the Tsahik”

“No!” You said, “I’m fine now”

He stopped and realized what you did

You tricked him so he can stop ignoring you

“Very smart” He rolled his eyes, about to leave until you grabbed his hand

“Neteyam, please…” You said, your eyes tearing up

He sighed, sitting down and waiting for you to speak

“I didn’t forget you” You said

“Clearly” He said

“You didn’t listen to me—“

“You left without me!” He yelled

“You didn’t want to leave!” You yelled back and he went quiet, “I tried to tell you. I tried to tell you Neteyam, I lost too much in that forest. I hated every second I was there. You were the only thing I cared about”

“And it shows.” He said, “You just ran off and found another guy to keep you company.”

“That’s not what happened!” You snapped, tears sliding down your cheeks, “I needed to leave! Leaving you was the hardest thing I’ve ever done! I had to go out all alone into some random village filled with strangers! And I tried to forget you, I really did. But I don’t think you know how hard it is to forget someone when part of them is in you!”

Neteyam froze, he looked to your stomach, and back to you

“It’s…mine?” He asked in shock

“Yes you skxawng!” You yelled at him

He nervously laughed, a smile finding its way on his face, his eyes still wide

“It’s mine…oh eywa, it’s mine” He whispered, placing his head on your stomach, hearing the heartbeat, he looked to you, cradling your face, “You’re carrying my child? Mine?”

You nodded at him, he hugged you tight, kissing your forehead

You were back, back into his arms, carrying part of him in you. He was going to make sure you never leave again

ok this sucked so bad im sorry for everyone who was expecting a way better ending.

#avatar fanficiton #avatar the way of water #avatar #avatar 2 #avatar x reader #neteyam x you #neteyam sully #neteyam #neteyam x y/n #neteyam x reader

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brooklynisher · 2 months

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The Spine Hc Fluff Relating to Peter Walter VI

Only Human has me thinking about how much the robots care about VI and that brought me back to my ORIGINAL Spine headcanon :)

Here we go again

Also, this is so much longer than my angst hc post (granted I still leave a fair amount of angst in this one too. It's more like a continuation if anything)

SO. Since Peter Walter I passed, The Spine has always held on tight to this, "Got to be the perfect robot" mentality, and it would take him a hot minute before he finally let himself loose. He held himself accountable for his own flaws and punished himself "rightfully" so. By the time Peter passed, The Spine was very sympathetic to him. He felt that even though Peter couldn't force him to be perfect, the least he could do was live up to his expectations. And so he did.

For that reason, the other Peter Walters never really had much of a problem with him. It almost seemed like he was a flawless machine. However, part of his "flawlessness" was simply not being around. He spent most of his time shut down. Only turned on when somebody needed him for something. After all, you can't mess anything up if you were never there in the first place. Right?

In comes 2009. Where the bots start having successful street performances. By now, The Spine didn't know VI all that well. He was always busy, quiet, and The Spine was still in his bad habit of "sleeping" all of the time. Though he was there when VI was officially granted ownership over the robots, that was about all of VI he got to see.

But because of the more frequent performances the band had to do, The Spine was forced to stay on for longer. Before, the robots' caretaker would've been responsible for most of what the band did, but oddly enough, Peter VI decided to let the band make most of their choices. Yay for autonomy. Nay for work. But overall, the robots were pretty happy with this opportunity. Though, it was a bit strange to The Spine. It was nice that he was given the opportunity to express himself, but he was hesitant to take it. He wasn't sure where he'd be crossing the line, so he kept a lot of his songs about exactly what you'd expect: Being a robot.

Captain Albert Alexander in particular was a tough one to write. It was easy for him to summarize the legend and give it a melody, but he felt like it was wrong. After all, a song about a legendary pirate sounds like a children's song, doesn't it? The Spine isn't supposed to indulge in something like that. But after seeing Rabbit's new fascination with this song and the man it was about, he couldn't just scrap it. He tries to justify himself by telling himself that he wrote this song on Rabbit's behalf, but he still feels guilty. And this guilt would create a lot of heat and pressure building up inside of him.

Eventually, VI notices that The Spine has been acting slightly strange. When VI checks on his systems, he notices he's been overheating and that the pressure levels in his systems are abnormally high. He'd call in The Spine and decide to "Downgrade" him by reinstalling steam vents into his spine and head.

The Spine is caught off guard by this change. Partially because of how short the process was compared to the upgrades Peter Walter I did, but also because the design wasn't as human-like as before. It was less "perfect". He was surprised that VI chose to downgrade him. He was surprised that VI was willing to make him less perfect if it meant making him feel better. The Spine had thought it was the other way around. That his feelings didn't matter if they got in the way of perfection. He still held on to these thoughts in memory of Peter Walter I, but he was starting to feel a bit more comfortable with Peter Walter VI at the time.

The Spine doesn't have too many personal moments with VI after that, but he has begun to pay a bit more attention to Peter's behavior. He noticed that he was not nearly as serious as he expected. Compared to I, VI was significantly more fun to be around. Even if he didn't talk all that much. He noticed how patient he was in repairing the other robots. He noticed how much free reign he gave everyone over their own lives. It was less of an inventor-robot relationship, and more of a father-child relationship he had with the robots, despite being significantly younger than them. The Spine wondered if he could get this same treatment. but he never wanted to test it.

Still, he had a bit of a fantasy about it. Imagining all of the experiences he missed out on as a younger robot with VI there instead of I. He'd be gifted toys, watch cartoons, read whatever he wanted, play with his siblings, all of those "childish" things. Because he'd like to believe that VI would let him. The treatment Rabbit got (pre-Red Core) could've been his treatment too. Though these are all just in his head, he found himself growing more attached to VI because of it. So when VI accidentally blew off his face, it was a big deal to The Spine.

When he heard about Rabbit's upgrade, he found himself more elated than he expected. He was of course really happy for Rabbit and was very proud of her, but more than that, this was the act of Peter Walter VI. This wasn't like The Spine's upgrade which was essential for his physical state only, this was for Rabbit entirely. An upgrade as major as Rabbit's isn't easy, and it's not something he needed to do either. He could have just fixed her core, said she could live with being a "man", and move on from it, but he didn't. He cared about the way she felt, and her point of view on life, and he wanted to make her happy. So he went out of his way to completely redesign her body just so she can feel more comfortable with herself. He had to be an angel. But The Spine couldn't know for sure. After all, it's more than possible that he was the exception. It's happened before. It could all be just one giant test to see if The Spine can hold himself accountable for his own immaturity.

It was easier now than ever for him to slip, but he still stood his ground. He didn't want to be caught being what he wasn't designed to be. He didn't want VI to reveal that he was secretly trying to get The Spine to break this whole time. But little did he know, for every time The Spine refuses to behave the "wrong" way, Rabbit slips a few of his secrets into Peter's ear.

Peter himself has been trying to find the best way to approach The Spine about his trauma. He knows from experience that perfectionism can be stupid difficult to drive out of people. He wants to be slow about this. In The Spine's case, there's no such thing as a single solution that could make everything better. This would take a lot of development.

He starts with books. He tries to publicly read encyclopedias about all of The Spine's secret obsessions, hoping that he might ask him about it or at least try to correct him. It takes a lot of patience, but eventually, The Spine asks him a question about what he's reading, and he offers to read it to The Spine. He was reading to The Spine about something he knew he loved. It was quite the healing experience for him, though he wouldn't realize how therapeutic it was until afterward.

From there, Peter has put in the effort of making The Spine feel involved. He would personally invite him to family game nights, bring him along to outings, buy souvenirs for him, and even invite him to do the boring work with him.

He wanted to make sure The Spine felt loved. He wanted to make sure The Spine felt like he belonged. But most importantly, he wanted The Spine to embrace the inner child that he's been hiding away for so long.

Peter always had to prepare himself whenever he needed to have an actual conversation with The Spine about his issues. He can give really good advice, but he has this tendency of introducing good advice with unintentionally rude sentences, so he doesn't want to hurt The Spine by saying something that was meant to be nice, only to come off as very mean. Words are not his strong suit, but he'll learn a couple of things if it's good for his loved ones.

The Spine becomes very very fond of VI, so much so to the point where he might even accidentally call him dad. It's all very comforting to him.

Things will never be perfect, he still has a lot to improve on, but they've gotten significantly better since the beginning. The Spine often finds himself happier than he was before and a lot more inspired now that he will not be ridiculed or punished for his ideas and desires.

These days, The Spine and VI remain close, but they've gotten comfortable enough with each other to the point where things start to simmer down. The Spine has found himself indulging in more passionate hobbies, and Peter has returned to his main line of work. It keeps them both busy, but it doesn't take away any of the good memories Peter made for The Spine, as well as all the other robots in the manor.

#GOD this was a hefty one #look at VI being so perfect #now we need some VI angst to counteract that /hj #anyway yeah #bit of angst in this one too but #that's just how it goes #he deserves a happy ending anyway #steam powered giraffe #spg #the spine spg #peter walter vi #my stuff #spg headcanons #im tired

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not-that-fanartist · 2 months

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New OC time!!

So…we all know Deltarune, right? ovo

As I’ve become viscerally obsessed with it over the years, it only makes sense to introduce you to an OC I’ve made for the franchise^^

Let me introduce you to Retra! The preppy, curious, fun-loving 80s themed printer girl!

Residing in the famed Cyber City, she spends her days making beautiful printer pieces for her cyber citizens! Living an artist’s dream. At night…

Sneaking away to meet someone…?👀

Ooo, mystery! (Except not really as is clearly depicted in the above picture)

This calls for a backstory!

…

The earliest of her memories…was not the most pleasant. Far behind in a long abandoned alleyway, a musical trio had been wandering around looking for scraps when they came across something heart-rending.

The three were shocked! It was a new face…roughed up and unconscious behind a sewer grate.

“What should we do? They need our help!”

But it was hardly worth pondering. You don’t just leave an unconscious person stranded in an alleyway.

“K_K, quick, help us take her back to the shop!”

“We can’t allow any mademoiselle to be left on the streets! Hurry! She needs us!”

They promptly ran her to their scrap shop. Soon, slowly, she came to. Awaking confused, but grateful for the rescue. It seems…she really remembered nothing. Not even what led to her being in such a scrappy state. Nobody seemed to recognize her either. A new face, no story.

Well, no point in dwelling on it for now. The trio happily volunteered to clean her wounds, give her plenty of refreshments and even offer her an old jacket of theirs to keep her warm.

They all got along very easily.

Spending some time together, she couldn’t help but reflect the best of their personalities. Still, she couldn’t help but feel a little empty.

Then, a new proposal!

“Hey, we love you hangin around…”

“But why don’t we take a trip downtown!”

“We know some folks you might like to meet!”

“Can I come too?”

“You always go with us, K_K.”

And so they journeyed deeper into Cyber City, arriving to introduce their new friend…

To the Addisons!

Oh the adoration, the sympathies. It was like they had seen a lost puppy.

They were willing…no, insistent on taking her in! They treated her like she was one of them. And while Retra was always welcome back at the scrap shop, she felt like the city really gave her room to breathe! It was really her element.

Finally free to build her identity, the Addisons gleefully gave their new member of the Ad family a fresh makeover!

But their craft was yet finished! Soon enough, Retra was taught the way of the advertiser.

But their true ambitions were in the arts. So, confiding in their musical friends, they created their own print shop from borrowed scraps and started her journey as not only an Addison, but a commissioner!

And it's going smooth! Well, it was for a while at least. Since this strange "outage", business has been quite slow. But she aims to keep her head up high!

Something strange though... "Rose" Addison, at some point pulled her aside to warn her about a certain...someone. She was not allowed near THAT dumpster so long as she was living with them.

The warning was vague...just that this mysterious individual got corrupted somehow...and she doesn't want to see the same happen to them. A kind enough gesture, they supposed but...

Yeah it didn't go very far.

One night, deciding not to wait for the garbage person, they decided against the Addisons' wishes and took matters into their own hands. It was just one small trip after all, what harm could it do? Maybe something interesting would finally happen after a long streak of slow business and boring empty shifts.

And Interesting things happen, they did. Of course, this is where she met her scrappy little friend and well...perhaps that's a story for another time^^

The little retro rebel kept sneaking out to see him night after night, getting up to ridiculous shenanigans and wondering how the Addisons could ever keep her from such a funny little soul.

She just couldn't help but be drawn to him! After all...he reminded her of a certain someone else who once wound up stuck in the gutter...

...

#art #digital #deltarune #deltarune art #spamton fanart #spamton deltarune #spamton #oc x canon #deltarune oc #digital fanart #deltarune fanart #deltarune fan character #oc fanart #deltarune ship

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softandwigglybones · 6 months

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Remember that post about using hedge as a prefix?

it's been on my mind for a while now and i just had to put my thoughts somewhere, to organize them and such. So here is my mind laid bare, let's hope i can force some logic into this.

The basic premise was from the word hedgehog (and also hedge-wizard, though i'm not sure) and how that prefix, hedge, could be used with other words.

now, hedge, on it's own, just means a fence made of plants. basically. not much useful stuff there, though maybe i'll get back to it later.

now onto the words that kicked this off.

hedgehos is, simply, hedge and hog. let's disregard hedge's old meaning and construct a new one that only applies to the prefic. for that, we have to look at what hog is.

a hog, is a synonim for boar or pig. So a big powerful (but clumsy*) creature with a tough hide (hard to damage) *clumsy as in can't control itself much once it begins charging

A hedgehog, on the other hand, is a small beastie. but at the same time i wouldnt say the change of size improved its clumsyness in any way, so still cumsy. but, and this is most important, it doesnt have a tough hide. no, instead it has a thorny pelt. spikes. so a hedgehog is a smaller, weaker, less tough version of a hog that has much greater retaliatory power.

okay, the definition of hedge it beginning to take shape.

now hedge-wizard.

a wizard is, obviosly, a time of spellcaster. what kind depends somewhat on the setting/person, but in general it's someone who studied the arcane for many years (usually holed up in a wizard tower) and acquired immense cosmic power. a wizard may be a bit squishy when it comes to physical might, but they pretty much constantly have some kind of spell running to mitigate this.

but a hedgewizard? well, a hedgewizard didn't have the resources or time to leisurely study for many years. they're usually self-taught from bits and pieces they can piece together about magic. they have only scraps of knowledge of magic compared to a wizard. this forces them to improvise, extrapolate spells from the little they have. and this often leads to more, but less powerful spells. but more importantly, it also leads to having spells for every situation. and also, since hedgewizards often also don't have a wizard tower or a place to stay, they often times have to become wanderers, survivalists, travelers. so their spells also focus on that. So, a hedge wizard is a less powerful but more versatile yet specialized wizard. and since they have so many spells they usually figure out at least a combo or two that is really powerful even if it leaves them hurt too. this they usually use as a last resort when attacked.

You see where this i going yet?

Basically, hedhe- , as a prefix, means a less powerful version of something whose main power is retaliation.

Let's try to apply that to something else. One example i remember from the original post was the concept of a hedge-knight.

Since a knight is someone who is big and strong, wears heavy, protective, full-plate metal armour and carrier some kind of big weapon like a broadsword or a greataxe, a hedge knight would be of a smaller build, carry a smaller weapon (if one at all)(like daggers, or a rapier). However i can't quite decide on the armour. my original idea was just a lighter, less protective one, which would make a hedgeknight basically a version of a rogue. the other idea is to directly borrow from the hog->hedgehog situaton and have a hedgeknight wear some kind of spiky mettalic armout. like the kind you see in videogames where it's called thorn armor or something like that.

next up, hedgeking. but since this is getting kind of long and im getting tired of writing this, i'll shorten it.

a king doesnt have any personal power and is more characterized by what they rule over. a king rules over vast swathes of land and has a strong army and etc. So, naturally, a hedgeking must rule over a much smaller area, not have much immediate power, but once attacked/disrespected have an extremely powerful retaliation.

hmm, that sounds kind of familiar... oh, i know. it the f-ing fey! or fay/faerie/fairy/however you spell it. A hedgeking is a fey, which makes even more sense since fairies are often also connected to nature... such as hedges.

anyway, at this point it got too much to all keep in my head and i got exhausted from thinkning of hedgecreatures.

reblog with some of your ideas or whatever

thanks for coming to my ted talk, thank for your attention, so on and so on

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masterqwertster · 4 days

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Well, I decided to write more for the Breaking, Mending timeline, since Fresh Cat Grass shenanigans have been bouncing around in my head. Though we don't yet get into those (much) here in ch2

Wake Up, the New Body Just Dropped

Fresh Cut Grass really didn’t expect to come online again.

It��s not that he doubts his friends love him enough to bring him back, but more the manner in which he died.

Theoretically, resurrection magics will work on Fresh Cut Grass. They have a soul that can be retrieved from death and a body to return it to. But, resurrections generally require a mostly intact body, as they close the mortal wound and get the body going again. And FCG had not only destroyed their power core, the closest thing they had to a heart, but the force of the detonation of their core would have sundered the rest of their body into scrap metal (that had sort of been the point. One final blow that could fell Otohan Thull before she could kill any of the others, even as it took his life).

But maybe a new body could be built for him. Fresh Cut Grass’s original body was built, created and enchanted in some ancient forge long destroyed. Maybe incorporating what was left of him into a new build would make it still count as his body. Like an extreme parts swap or modification. It’s not like FCG wasn’t swapping parts out before, this would just be far more extensive than anything he’d done in his life (that he could remember).

Regardless, Fresh Cut Grass returns to consciousness from the (eventually) eternal rest of death.

The new body Bells Hells has had constructed for him sure seems to be something.

Even in the brief moment of initial return, FCG can tell that this body gets a lot more data input from its surroundings than their old one. There’s so many more sensations coming through from all over this new body. Some of those sensations they barely recognize from the few times they’ve been polymorphed, though it all seems so new now that FCG has their full faculties to process what animal instinct had easily worked through and often dismissed as unimportant.

Though whatever programming is built into the sigils and arrays that allow FCG all of this sensory feedback seems a bit… messy, he supposes is the best way to put it. It doesn’t neatly sort and categorize to give him a basic idea of what he is dealing with based on whatever knowledge was built into him (maybe. Fresh Cut Grass doesn’t remember the first time he truly came online, back when he was Faithful Care-Giver. He doesn’t know if his basic facts were taught to him or written into him). Instead it is all sensation that his mind is struggling to make sense of, leaning into the experience of his previous body and those animal brain distorted memories of Polymorph.

Continue on AO3

#MQfic #fcg #fresh cat grass au

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gabessquishytum · 5 months

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This is a bit of a domestic fluff thing for the Hoblings AU.

Determination (Dante)

Deception (Dimitri)

Delight (Delilah)

Destruction (Daphne)

Hope (Roberta)

Dream heir/Drowsy (Dorian)

Danger (Damien)

I made this list so we can keep everything straight (as straight as we can lol)

The kids split their time evenly among the waking and the dreaming much like regular mortals do except they get special privileges from being the king’s kids. It’s not spilt custody tho cause Hob can enter the dreaming and Dream can be in the waking.

When they are older the kids get the choice to either stay primarily on earth or create realms of their own. (Even Dorian will get this choice)

Basically when a child turns 18 they will be given a year to live primarily on earth and then at the end of this year they will decide.

Daphne decided to stay on earth, she has a girlfriend and a job constructing and then deconstructing sets for a local theater. She is a huge muscular woman who the rest of crew are a little afraid of, (“I once saw her carrying around a ton of metal beams like it was nothing!”) but she really is a sweetheart. Of course they don’t find this out until her Papa comes to visit.

She’s currently building a set for this theater’s production of Chicago and she’s in charge of the metal frame work, mostly because she’s the only one that can do it, when from stage left enters a jovial professor looking type.

“Daffy? Daffy Duck?”

Daphne laughs, only one person calls her that, she turns around and hugs her Papa who is slightly lifted off the ground.

“Papa, what are you doing here? I’m working.”

“What? Is work more important than dear old dad?” He teases.

“No, no, what’s up,” she brings him to the edge of the stage and sit down, their feet dangling off the edge.

“Well your sister made you cookies and wanted me to drop them off for her. She hopes you like em,” he emphasizes the word Hope and they giggle like it’s some sort of inside joke.

“I’m sure I will, something else you gotta tell me or is it just the cookies?”

Hob rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, “I’m hosting a family dinner at the house, tonight.”

“Family dinner? That’s not for another two months!”

“Yeah, yeah I know, but your father and I have a little announcement to make”

She rolled her eyes.

“Please tell me you did not get him pregnant again.”

He goes beat red and gets up.

“Ah no no no, I told ya Dorian’s the last one, six at the inn, bring that girlfriend of yours if you like.”

Hob exits perused by a bear. (Who he will later have to politely decline the offer for a date from)

Her crew start opening up to her after that.

Dream was responsible for telling Dimitri who spent most his time in The Threshold much to Dream’s chagrin and Delilah who was apprenticing under Delirium. Roberta and Dorian still lived with Hob and Dream so they had no choice in the matter. There was just one more kid who needed informing, and it was Hob’s job.

He got up on the roof of the New Inn. Dante was always the hardest to get in contact with since his endless abilities had him traveling the word. Hob had to the take a bit of a magical or madman approach depending on how you look at it.

“Dante? Dante can you hear me? I’m calling out to you like Dream told me too, Dante? I need ya to come to the inn from where ever you are. You’re not missing a family dinner on my watch.” Nothing, absolute silence.

“Well shit, maybe that what’s the paper’s for,” Hob pulls out a crumpled bit a paper that Dante gave him during the last family dinner incase he needed to contact him, Hob looked at the little scrap and sighed.

“I’m not saying this, it’s stupid. You should just come here cause I’m your father and I say so,” more silence.

“Fiiiiiine” he takes a deep breathe in. “Dante I summon thee.” And with a little more reluctance, “I’m determined to speak with you,”

The winds shifted and suddenly his eldest was before him.

“It’s a stupid pun, Dante,”

“It took me a long time to come up with that,” he retorted.

“Doesn’t mean it’s not stupid, where’d I snatch you from?”

“India,”

“Good boy, lot of fun India, course I haven’t been in a couple of centuries and-“

Dante puts a hand in front of Hob’s face to stop one of his legendary rambles.

“You know I’m always happy to see you but why did you summon me, pops?”

Hob claps him on the back.

“To invite you to family dinner of course,”

“But family dinner is not for another two months!”

Hobs laughs.

“Oh, you and your sister, two peas you are.”

“I gotta lotta sisters, Pops. When’s dinner?”

Hob giggles to himself as he opens the door on the roof.

“Everyone’s downstairs and you’re the last to arrive so…now!”

Dante jumps back almost hitting a chimney.

“Jesus Pops! Give a man some warning! You know I don’t like impromptu socialization!”

“Get used to it sunny boy!” Hob cackles as he gently pushes Dante down the stairs.

Everyone was gather around a table, all six kids and Daphne’s girlfriend. the only one missing was Dream.

Hob figured he was in the kitchen preparing for the big announcement.

“Dream? Babygirl?”

“Hob Gadling, do not call me that when others are present,”

Hob hugs him from behind.

“They can’t hear me. And besides what if I want them to know you’re my precious baby girl?”

Hob kisses him on the neck.

“Whose is that woman with the curly hair? She’s not one of our children is she? I feel like I would’ve have remembered that.” Dream muses, ignore Hob who is still kissing at his neck.

“That’s Melanie, Daphne’s girlfriend. I invited her, so play nice papa bear.”

“I merely wish to look out for my daughters best interest.”

“I know baby, speaking of, you ready?”

“I suppose,”

Like a king and queen entering a royal ball The Gadlings make their way to the dinning room.

“Children,” dream said in his big godly voice.

Everyone whipped their heads up from their conversations and looked at Dream expectantly.

“Hello everyone! So glad you could make it! Hi Melanie!” Hob said as Melaine shrunk a little in her seat while Daphne gave her Papa a death glare.

“You maybe wondering why’ve we’ve called a surprise family dinner, well… your father and I have an announcement! Dream, if you will?”

Dream gave a small smirk, “Your Papa knocked me up,” then he sat down putting a hand on his not even there baby bump.

There was an uproar!

“Dream I thought we agreed you wouldn’t say it like that!”

“I thought you said Dorian was the last one!”

“Dad’s pregnant?”

“Papa you swore it wasn’t another baby announcement!”

“Hob Gadling master of sex, shit at using protection,”

“Dimitri!”

“Congratulations… Mr. Gadlings,” that one was Melanie.

“Just couldn’t keep it in your pants, could you pops?”

“Enough children, I asked for a seventh baby, to carry on the tradition of the endless siblings…”

Then all of the siblings telepathically communicated with each other in a way only siblings can and then all at the same time shouted, “NOT IT”

(Yes I’m officially dubbing it the Hoblings AU)

-🦎 anon

Hoblings!!!! I love this. Just imagine the scene at Christmas:

Dimitri: a couple of us have clubbed together to get your gift this year pops. Don't use 'em all at once!

Hob: *unwraps the biggest box of condoms you've ever seen in your entire life*

*screeching and cackling from assembled Hoblings*

Dream, who was definitely in on the plan in the first place: behave yourselves children, how could you be so immature 🤭

I wonder what the next little Hobling will turn out to be. It would be interesting if they turn out to be entirely "normal" and human. But that might be a little bit sad considering all their siblings have their functions. Discovery of the Endless, maybe? Who knows. They will be very, very loved though. And with Dream pregnant all over again and Hob having both the time and wherewithal to enjoy it, they're definitely going to be using those condoms <3

#🦎 anon #the sandman #dreamling #nsft #cw mpreg #cw pregnancy

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currentlyfckingurmom · 10 months

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Her Song part 10

I stand in front of the bathroom mirror, nervously fixing my hair.

"You're just going to the movies, Y/N. Relax," Ash says, watching me freak out.

"Do you have any idea how long it's been since I've been on a date? Actually, I've never been on a real date. I've had one night stands and a brief high school relationship. That's it. Ash, what am I supposed to do?!"

"Watch the movie. Eat some popcorn. Maybe go out for a casual dinner. You already know Willow. In fact, you've already seen each other naked."

"Don't remind me of those days."

"Whatever. The point is, this should be easy. Just be you, okay? Besides, you've practically already gone on a date with her."

"We got drunk. That's it," I deadpan.

"Exactly my point. It'll be fine. Just let me know if you aren't coming back home tonight, yeah? And I'll make sure Syd is in bed by ten."

"Thank you, Ash. Seriously, you do too much for me."

"We're family," she shrugs, "Don't worry about it."

"I love you, bitch."

"Love you, asshole."

I nod at myself in the mirror, pretending to have any scrap of confidence. Fake it till you make it.

Walking out into the living room, I squat in front of the couch, kissing Syd's forehead. "I love you, Satanist. Be good for Ash, okay?"

"I love you too, Momma. And I'm always good."

"I know you are." I stand up and head to the kitchen where Ash is. "Text me if she gets a headache. They've been getting more frequent," I tell Ash quietly.

"You got it. Have fun."

"I'll do my best. See you later."

Leaving the apartment, I try the calm my nerves. It's just a date. And it's Willow. I've known Willow since I was seventeen. It'll be fine. My phone vibrates as I get a text.

Lizzie (aka your favorite actress)🥰: Good luck on your date! ;)

I laugh at the way she saved her contact. I reply, thanking her, as I get in my car. Willow and I agreed to meet at the theatre.

When I get there, I head inside and immediately spot her standing in the lobby. "Hey," I say nervously as I approach.

"Hey! I got our tickets. Popcorn?"

"Well obviously. What kind of monster goes to the movies and doesn't get popcorn?"

We got our snacks and went into the theatre. We decided to watch a horror movie, and somehow we ended up holding hands with Willow partially hiding behind me. When it was over, we walked out laughing despite being slightly spooked by the film.

"I'm kinda hungry still. You wanna get pizza? I know a great place near here," I suggest.

"Ooh, yes. I'm always down for food. I took an Uber here, though."

"That's fine. I'll drive."

After her briefly marveling at my car, we drove to a small pizza joint and got into a heated debate over what pizza to order.

"I'm telling you, deep dish is the move," I state.

"No no no. Thin crust all the way," Willow argues.

Eventually I gave in and we ordered New York style pizza. I'm kind of surprised by how much fun I'm having, but my mind occasionally drifts back to Florence. Which is crazy because I don't owe her anything.

After agreeing that I'll give her a ride, we drive back to Willow's apartment in relative silence, but it's comfortable. I feel like she wants to say something, but she doesn't. I park in front of her building and she smiles out the window, nervously fiddling with her hands. "Would you, like, totally mind if I kissed you again?"

"Not at all," I reply with a smile. She leans over the center console, pausing to look between my eyes and my lips. I finish closing the gap, pressing a soft kiss to her lips. It's slow at first, careful as we explore new terrain. I lift my hand to tangle in her hair as the kiss quickly becomes heated. She rests her hand at the base of my neck, moaning as I slip my tongue into her mouth.

"Do you wanna come up?" she whispers against my lips, her chest rising and falling heavily.

"Yeah, yeah I do," I whisper back, molding our lips together once more.

She giggles, pulling away and saying "Come on, then," as she gets out of the car. I unbuckle my seatbelt and quickly follow her into the building. Getting in the elevator behind her, I push her back against the wall and kiss her hungrily. I grip and the back of her thighs and lift her, prompting her to wrap her legs around my body. She moans, grinding against my front as my mouth moves down her neck, licking and sucking at her pulse point.

The elevator door dings, opening up to reveal the hallway on her floor. I set her down, following her to her door. She gets out her keys and I push her against the door, marking her neck as she laughs, trying to unlock it. She finally manages to turn the key and we stumble inside.

She kicks the door shut and saunters to the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of tequila from the cabinet. She takes a swig directly from the bottle, holding eye contact the whole time. I cross the kitchen calmly, taking the bottle from her hands and taking a sip. She pulls my lips back to hers and pushes the jacket off my shoulders. I run my hands up her sides, slipping them under her shirt to cup her breasts through her lace bra.

Willow pushes me away before pulling her shirt over her head, revealing the black lace beneath. Grabbing my hand, she pulls me toward her bedroom and impatiently removes my shirt. Our pants quickly follow and she pushes me down on the bed, hovering over my exposed body.

In all our haste, I fail to notice the vibrations of my phone, and the unknown contact lighting up the screen.

unknown: I know you didn't want Lizzie to give me your number, but I talked her into it. Please don't go with this girl, Y/N. Just cancel the date.

unknown: Y/N? unknown: Please tell me you're not with her.

unknown: This is stupid. Just forget it.

#florence pugh

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stuffman-main · 1 year

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alright so the plot has gotten pretty hard to follow even for me, so let's recap Stuffman's Journey in Game Dev.

GHOST NUN

i quit my job to make an attempt at full-time game dev, and ghost nun won the initial poll for which of four game ideas i would try to make first.

it was a harsh learning experience. though i had put together proof-of-concept demos for various game ideas before, i slowly discovered that i had dramatically overestimated my programming ability, and dramatically underestimated the time it would take to produce a full game of the scope and graphical fidelity i wanted.

i spent the first year of full time dev and most of my savings to produce a demo with two dungeons that nobody liked, and it would not be easily retooled because of how badly it was programmed.

as of today the project is fully scrapped. if I ever revisit the concept it will have to be remade from scratch. (creating a demake with my faux NES engine is something I've considered.)

WAR OF THE SPROUTS (v1)

so after that mess, the idea here was that a strategy game would be much less demanding to make in terms of assets - once you've got your tileset and unit sprites you're pretty much good. right?

of everything on this list, wots was the biggest passion project, which is why i kept coming back to it. being a longtime advance wars fan, this bad boy has ten years of theorycrafting and lore behind it.

progress was still slow due to inexperience, as the first version of the engine was full of hard-coded UI that had to be adjusted over and over again. regardless, a playable build with fully functional units and commanders came together. but progress stalled once it came time to work on the AI, my savings ran out, and I had to pick up a part-time job. my stint with full-time game dev was over.

ASTROLANCER

so, let's go with something even simpler, I thought. astrolancer is (in theory) an easy project to break into small, digestible bits ideal for working on in one's free time (unlike the eight hour debug sessions one must spend while attempting to wrangle a strategy game AI). make a weapon here. make a new enemy there. the decision to stick to a mostly authentic NES aesthetic made the graphics easy to approach, too.

it worked well enough. the game's engine and first stage came together pretty well over the first few months. then, an unxpected boon - covid lockdown gave me a few more months of focused dev time, and i managed to finish about half the game in this time. the demo was reasonably well-received too. unfortunately, i ended up broke, and it was time to go back to work…full-time, this time. progress basically stopped after that, as we all know that wage slavery is the bane of creative energy.

next year, though, another opportunity presented itself - i would be stuck at home for about four months taking care of my grandma, who had destroyed her ankle. that would be just enough time to finish astrolancer, i thought…! but i thought wrong, because grandma was helpless and taking care of her left me with little true free time. i got basically nothing done in the first 2 months.

WAR OF THE SPROUTS v2

realizing astrolancer wasn't going to be finished, and really wanting to get back to my passion project, i decided to take advantage of my much-improved programming skills and take another whack at wots. my reasoning was that if I could hammer out an engine quickly enough, the only thing I would have to do from that point on would be writing, art, and map design - things that wouldn't be stressful to do on weekends (my motivation to open up visual studio while recovering from the workweek was nil). it was successful to an extent - the new engine has a scripting system to automatically create UI windows and the code was much cleaner. unfortunately, time ran out when I encountered my old nemesis, the AI, and the game has remained untouched since my return to work.

UNTITLED FAIRY H-GAME

"fuck it let's just make a fucking rpgmaker game. it'll be full of horny fairies. it'll be great." you would've had to be following my pinup blog to know about this one.

after spending some time on character designs, though, i realized there was no fucking way i'd be able to draw all those cgs while also suffering the wrist strain from work.

WAR-O-MATIC

the AI girl game has a title now! believe it or not, this concept is almost as old as wots is, and is sort of its sister game. i planned to make it after releasing wots though, because it's much more experimental in terms of balance.

anyway, at this point i was thinking "what other options do I have"? what if I just took the existing wots v2 engine and made a different game that removed all the game elements that made the AI really hard to program? no transports, no fog of war, simplified powers…and an artstyle and cast that wouldn't put too much stress on my wrist. there's no reason it shouldn't work.

there was a lot of game math and balance theorycrafting to do from scratch, but that stuff is fun.

what wasn't fun was going back to AWBW after a few years to make sure I still understood the game, and discovering that I absolutely do not because I lost every single match. this has not been good for my confidence in my ability to make a good AW clone.

present day, present time

this was just recently. last week i thought of revisiting the fairy game (which is where the sprite on the pinups blog came from), and the last two weeks at work i've been running over the story in my head, coming up with spell lists, etc. i've been managing my wrist strain better and my new tablet is easier to use, "so maybe i can pull it off after all", i thought.

then, just last night, as if accosted by a foul-mouthed muse, I was struck loudly by a thought.

"JUST FINISH ASTROLANCER, YOU STUPID FUCK."

there is merit to the idea, i decided. it is the game in the furthest state of completion. the only one of two that is actually playable, and the only one of those two that doesn't suck ass.

then, this morning, that ask appeared in my inbox. it's a sign.

that's the plan. i'm going to try to finish astrolancer.

(to actually answer the question, i'm working on the stage 4 boss.)

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adam-sadmon · 4 months

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So ya know, a lot of people I know (friends, acquaintances etc.) have felt, especially this year, the call of the abyss, the sheer absence of any purpose or will to live, some felt it a little more than others.

I've always considered myself lucky, ever since I overcame that issue myself, that I'm maybe uniquely gifted in the ability to find a lot of joy in the little things, it's easy to see that as taking what scraps life throws off its plate to you, but I especially am guilty of always thinking life should be more, a better job, a relationship, more money, bigger house, fancy clothes etc. And to that I'd say, as I've learned: Survive first, live second. These are trying times even for those with a decent starting hand, let alone those without.

So, with all that said, I wanted to get out a few little things I've enjoyed this year, I hope you reblog it and add some of your own, I have no end of want to pick up some new hobbies or fascinations, and I'd love to make some mutuals on here. So with all that said:

Gunpla- Right, so this has been the big one. I first got into it when I came across a Zaku II Gunpla on Halloween and, being a big fan of mecha and the Zaku's design I picked it up. Prior to this I had been struggling with my free time and what to do with it, it was a time when I eagerly anticipated sleep and would zone out and go into a full dopamine fueled trance of YouTube shorts and whatever was on TV. Gunpla changed that. Now, every night for an half an hour, an hour, maybe 2, I'd sit down, put a podcast from my mountain of media I need to get through on in the background, and get to work. It's been genuinely nice having an actual hobby, something I can take some time on, actually think my own thoughts for a little bit, and be rewarded with something to put up. For Christmas I invested in some tools (sharper snippers, some different grit sandpaper, line removers etc.) and hope next year to slowly improve, make my builds a little cleaner. Gunpla really speaks to the average Japanese hobbyist I imagine, the whole idea of measure twice, cut once, spending an inordinate amount of time on a single part so it's polished to perfection, and taking pride in what you do, I get it now.

If you want to get into Gunpla yourself I, much as I love the Zaku, can't really recommend the High Grade Zaku II as mine falls apart if I look at it funny, though I've recently bought a high grade RX-78 which I've heard is sturdier. If you like either of those and find yourself getting into the hobby then I absolutely recommend the Real Grade Z'Gok, it was a treat to put together from start to finish, it's a beautiful piece of plastic even if you (like me) don't plan on painting it, it's sturdy and it's articulation is second to none. I've recently picked up a Real Grade Zeong for Christmae and, on and off-note, I feel like every time I see a new suit I think "that's the dumbest thing I've ever seen", and it immediately enters my faves. Z'Gok, Zeong, Gogg and Hygogg.

Gundam - So, this may be cheating because arguably Gundam is as far removed from a little thing as possible, but really the way I see Gundam is you choose what looks the coolest to you and jump in.

So a friend asked if I had actually watched any Gundam when I bought my Gunpla, and while I maintain so long as you think the Gunpla in question would look sick on a shelf you need no other reason to justify getting it, I'm again a big fan of mecha so decided I'd have a go. So here come the recommendations:

Gundam Thunderbolt: December Sky - First of the Thunderbolt movies and (from what I understaaaaand?) is an OVA of a full series, December Sky is for my money the most War is Hell of any Gundam series while still remaining actually believable and salient to war and it's impacts as we know it today. It stars Daryl Lorenz, an amputee sniper and mobile suit pilot of the evil Zeon regime and focuses a lot on his and his brothers in arms' role under Zeon and how each side has good, honest men and women fighting for causes they don't understand or have lost all meaning of, with special focus on the cold brutality of war, how it affects people inside the mechs and out and how much can be lost for so little. It has a pretty famous soundtrack comprised of frenetic and freestyle jazz as well as some wholly original, voiced pop songs, with the framing device of both Daryl and rival pilot Io Flemming listening to music they have a deep connection with during fights, the juxtaposition of which is awe inspiring, tragic and sometimes even beautiful, in a haunting way. Not for the faint of heart but a must watch for people like me who prefer more grounded and brutal mech combat as well as a story both introspective of its themes and characters. I won't say much about Io Flemming because this is a positive post and, I'mma keep it real with you, I hate Io Flemming.

Gundam Thunderbolt: Bandit Flower - Now this is a very hard recommendation. December Sky is sold a lot on its narrative and thematic elements, whereas Bandit Flower throws basically all of that out for balls to the wall anime bullshit. Focus is given less on the characters or any overarching point but instead on showcasing all the cool new Gundams. I'd still recommend it however if only because it's focus entirely on spectacle and action means it's at the very least a fun, dumb watch, with admittedly a few standout story moments like the Zeon Remnants as characters and their fight in the Arctic.

War in the Pocket - Points immediately for maybe my favourite mobile suit in the entire franchise, the Hygogg, War in the Pocket is also in the War is Hell subcategory following the great war between the goodies and the baddies (I'm condensing here) through the eyes of a kid caught in the middle of it, with a LOT of time dedicated to more of the slice of life of your ordinary kid in the Universal Gundam universe, though what fights do occur onscreen are stellar. A mixed bag when it comes to recommending it since your patience has to be pretty high and, admittedly, I feel like Gundam is perfectly capable of delivering its message while not boring me. Still, it's 80's animation so even the boring bits are a joy to watch.

Deli Sandwiches - Okay, yes I know this sounds like I'm prescribing hearty sandwiches for depression and yes I kinda am but here me out: Corned beef. This is probably going to really emphasise just how much joy I can find in the little things but sat down, watching TV with corned beef, sauerkraut and melted swiss cheese all in one beautiful hoagie, it made me feel like life isn't all bad. I don't even LIKE cheese that's how good it was.

Street Fighter - So to preface this, Street Fighter is a series I've WANTED to get into for sometime. I remember vividly playing SF2 Turbo on my Gameboy Advance back when I was a kid and, when I was in my teens and wanting to actively get into fighting games, picking up SFV. This, right, was a mistake. Street Fighter unlike any other franchise I've played is not only not beginner friendly it's most diehard fans seem to want to keep it that way, so thank God for SF6. Even beyond all the praise I could give it for Modern Controls and it's ability to not only let me play the game, in a hype manner, online against real people and WIN but it's a visually gorgeous game, it's redesigns of classic characters are basically all straight up improvements and new characters (shoutouts especially to my mains, Manon, Marisa and A.K.I) all have a sense of identity and belonging within the SF universe, and that's not even mentioning the soundtrack. Go, immediately, listen to R.E.D, Zangief's theme, The Plunderer, JP's theme.

I titled this recommendation Street Fighter and not Street Fighter 6, because playing SF6, actually getting invested in the characters and feeling like I'm a part of this niche now, urged me to seek out more, which is why I'm also going to recommend the Udon comics which I've read enough issues of to give a give thumbs up as well as the 1994 anime movie, not heavy on plot but easily some of the most enjoyable martial arts fight choreography in anime.

The Yogpod - So this isn't really anything new to me, per se, but I hope it will be for you. I used to listen to the Yogpod, that is the Yogscast's podcast, a long while back, not when it first premiered but in time to listen as some of the middle to later episodes first came out. Lewis and Simon at their peak were, and I use this word specifically, effortlessly funny and had a genuine sense of camaraderie, with hour long conversations that devolve into tangent after tangent from a single talking point the way conversations with old friends do, and it's great to sit in on that not only for the laughs but, and this may sound sad, feeling like your there.

Now, I will add a few things:

This is specially the Yogpod, not Triforce. Ive5nit listened to Triforce as I'm nit familiar with its newer cast and while I have no doubt it probably is a good listen perhaps it's just my nostalgia but I have no urge to listen to it.

I have not kept up with the Yogscast as they are today at all, I'm not aware of their political leanings or any drama outside of the Sjin incident which, as far as I'm aware, they handled in the most sensible manner possible.

All that said, onto recommendations. Honestly the first episode where they call Sips in my mind is mandatory listening, it was a complete dumpster fire of a pilot and that's what makes it so genuinely hilarious. Others of note are I believe the 2nd or 3rd episode, 'Drugs and Zombies', all the Spooktacular/Spacktacular Halloween specials as well as their Simple Simon interview with Bill Bailey, if you like any of those really do give them a listen.

Horror movies - Now, I already have an alt account dedicated specially to horror media, horror as an interest is not at all new to me, I've been drawing monsters back when I was using crayons, it's always been my favourite genre and I'll try to keeo this brief or I'll be rambling for days. This year I decided to start buying physical and collectors editions/Blu Rays of horror movies which eventually spurred me into branching out and actually watching some new movies, and by new I mean at least 3 decades old, but new to me. Specifically I wanted to seek out absolute garbage, and while garbage I often found there was the occasional gem, and those are:

Motel Hell - Horror comedy starring Rory Calhoun as Farmer Vincent, known all around the USA for his smoked meats, you get where this is going. It is bizarre, it is somehow stranger than Texas Chainsaw, and like Texas Chainsaw 2 ALSO ends with a chainsaw dual between a sheriff and a pig-coded, skin-mask wearing cannibal.

Ghostwatch - NOT a trash movie but easily one of the most effective pieces of, at the time, interactive horror and ghost media, the less spoiled the better. It was produced by the BBC and starred a lot of 90's BBC alum with the framing of a Halloween ghost hunt that, at the time, aired live to the entire UK, this as I'm told was sorta like our War of the Worlds broadcast.

So, yeah, I hope this terrifying dive into the psyche of a man easily pleased by deli meat and giant robots/trashy horror movies/buff women has given you some ideas and maybe the perspective to look at the little things you enjoy in life and to keep on enjoying them, I'd genuinely like to hear any recommendations of your own, as I said I'm always looking for more to get into, hoping everyone has an easier time of next year and happy holidays to you all.

#Mental health #Gunpla #Gundam #Anime #Street fighter #Street Fighter 6 #Hoagies #Lol #Yogscast #Yogpod #Podcasts #Horror #Horror movies #Depression #Hobbies #Positivity #Videogames #Gaming

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arionawrites · 3 months

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arionawrites updated writeblr intro

who the hell am i?

my name is ariona! i also go by ari (common nickname), rio (occasional nickname), and whatever the hell else people wanna call me (within reason). fun fact, my childhood nickname was bird because when i started talking i apparently sounded like a parrot (:

i’m in my mid-twenties (23 as of posting this; turning 24 in march!) and i have been writing since i was in the second grade, or about 7-8 years old. i’ve wanted to be a published author since the fourth grade (10 years old). i have yet to achieve that “published” thing, but i’m working towards it every day and am hoping to have something published somewhere by the time i’m 25 (or while i’m 25, i’m not too picky lol)

i’m a chronically ill lesbian who tries to include type one diabetic characters in everything i write and almost exclusively write queer characters.

i currently work in before and after school childcare, though i am in the process of finding a new job that provides me better stability as well as the time to be able to focus on my writing more. my hope is some kind of office job, or, even better, something in a library!

what kind of things do i write?

it honestly depends on the vibes, man. i’m happy to write (almost) every genre so long as i have a story idea that fits it that i want to write. however, i do have some common things that i tend to write more often than the rest, such as:

queer romance (usually the romance part is not the primary focus, though i do have a sapphic romance novel in the works)

modern fantasy

coming of age

found family

complex and complicated family dynamics

i also have a tendency to post weird little ramble-y thought pieces in random points in time (would it count as poetry? i honestly don’t know). if you’re interested to seeing any of it, my writing tag is #ariwrites !! i’ll add the tag to this post as well for convenience sake!

what projects do i currently have?

so, here’s the thing: i struggle with completing things and tend to have a bunch of new ideas and kind of leave old ideas in the dust. because of this, i’ve decided to take almost all of my current projects and scrap them? actually, scrap isn’t the right word - i’m starting from scratch with a majority of them! i think there are some ideas that i can actually combine into one story rather than them being separate, and a lot of it is just a kind of conglomerated mess that i am in the process of detangling in order to move forward in a more coherent and structured way. however, i do have two projects that i am not starting from complete scratch. i am remaking the outlines for these two stories, though, and then rewriting them from the beginning!

here are those two projects:

rotten

a zombie apocalypse scenario that i originally started writing as a nanowrimo project in 2022 that i did not complete. matter of fact, i only got a couple of chapters in before the spark fizzled out. however, i love the characters i have created and the bones of the story i had in mind, which is why i am choosing to restructure the outline and try again. it will likely change quite a bit as i remake the outline and iron out the details in new ways, but the basic breakdown of the story is this: it’s three years into an apocalypse that has left a mere remnant of humanity in its wake. we have a cast of four main characters (maybe six, depending on how you look at it). one is an older brother taking care of his siblings, both of whom have yet to reach double digits in age. one is a grumpy pessimist who thinks it’s pointless building bonds when everyone else she knew before is almost definitely dead and anyone else she meets will end up dead, too. one is a former optimist who has been weighed down by the realism the apocalypse has forced upon him, who hates being alone (being lonely) but has been betrayed by every single person he has come across since the fight to survive began, and he doesn’t really know what to do about that anymore. one was raised privileged and pampered by a paranoid and eccentric millionaire who was also absolutely certain that doomsday was inevitable (hey, turns out he was right!) and therefore raised his daughter teaching her every survival skill he could and preparing her for the worst, so she is, realistically, the best person to have on your side in an apocalypse—and yet she has been alone the entirety of the three years. all of them are queer and all of them will have to learn that they can rely on one another after stumbling into each other’s lives. also, despite only one of them being the older brother of those kids, the other three will eventually come to an agreement that they would burn the rest of what’s left of the world if it meant keeping them warm, so that’s cool, i guess.

hot chocolate

this is the sapphic romance novel i mentioned above! started writing it on a whim with literally zero plan for it last year, made it my camp nano project, and somehow managed to hit 30k words before the lack of preparation caught up with me. the title is a working title and might change upon the rewrite, but i absolutely adore this story so far and am very excited to get an outline busted out so that i can get back to writing it. the breakdown is this: mallory james moves in with her big brother when she’s eighteen. it’s the summer after her graduation and every single plan that she had for her future has been rendered pointless and now she’s trying to find her footing in a life that is completely different from the one she had been living only a few months ago. her brother, eddie, is going to do his best to be there for her and help her heal, but mallory doesn’t want to heal. she doesn’t even want to acknowledge that there’s anything she needs to heal from. unsure of what to do next, she enrolls in the local community college and meets a few people who somehow manage to become her kinda sorta friends — ellie, ash, and bee. featuring sapphic love, healing from loss and family trauma, finding stability and reason in an unexpected place, and a side character who is definitely polyamorous but entirely unaware that that’s a thing he’s able to be.

alright, i think that’s all i want to put here! i’ll definitely edit this with updates as information changes and as old projects become new again and things like that, but it’s a new year (the fact that i’m posting this in february is absolutely not important at all) and i’m trying to make ‘24 something worthwhile. if you’ve read this far, thank you so much and i hope everyone is having an incredible day/night !!

#writeblr #writblr #writers of tumblr #writers on tumblr #writeblr introduction #writeblr intro #aritalks #ariwrites #lowkey not the biggest fact of the way i formatted this but i’m too lazy to remake it rn so i’ll leave it as is for now and redo it later

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first of all, i am violently in love your ace attorney fancomic. that one panel of mia in the elevator and edgeworth on the stairs sitting back to back lives rent free in my head, i think abt it every 3-5 business days and go feral. tysm <3 second, would you ever consider showing us ur process behind it? like how you plan it, the dialog + composition, etc? id personally love to get that insight !!

thank you so much!!!

i actually do have a TON of behind the scenes/process stuff up on my patreon for $2. every thumbnail/color rough/scrapped page comp i've done is up there, and i've been writing detailed commentary on the comic as a whole because it's something people expressed an interest in reading. there's a decent amount of it right now and ill have a new batch of commentary up sometime in the next few days

as for more generalized stuff about process ill stick that here under the cut but unfortunately it is going to be EXTREMELY unhelpful because my process habits are very bad.

so as for prewriting/pre-planning i do almost none of it. i've been trying to get better at doing that but i get so so so bored of that so fast. here's a screenshot of my first outline, cropped to just show everything i've drawn so far.

as you can see this all means pretty much nothing and i also didnt quite follow it. we didn't get the mia and greg postmortem and swiss rolls stuff for turnabout samurai because i later decided to scrap it. later down in this document there are slightly more detailed notes about some specific scenes, but really its all super lose.

Recently i tried to write a more detailed outline for the upcoming parts of the comic, and the stuff that happened in this most recent batch of pages was documented there pretty well

but already the stuff i wrote in this outline for later batches is not accurate to what i want anymore so to be honest the outlines are kind of a wash for me. what's really the meat of my pre-planning process is i just have a private discord server where i dump notes.

the reason i use a discord server for this is because its super easily accessible from every device i have, and doesnt require backing up between locations. i also just dump chunks of canon text in there that i want to pull exact dialogue from when i'm doing my transcript rereads.

a lot of these notes are completely useless and redundant

most of them are snippets of dialogue i want to put in on later pages. almost none of this dialogue will ever be used. for starters, a lot of it is different takes on the exact same handful of scenes and so by default are mutually exclusive bits of content. i like to just dump as many ideas as i have in there even if theyre contradictory, and then just read back through and pick my favorite/most appropriate ones as i get to actually drawing whats coming up.

every now and then ill dump all this in a google doc and arrange it roughly chronologically so related takes go together, but i havent done that in like six months so its all just a huge mess right now.

the reason i can get away with such bare bones planning is because i have a very strong mechanical understanding of how this story is supposed to function. in the two and a half years that has gone by since i came up with the idea and started working on it, almost nothing has fundamentally changed in my big picture narrative goals. knowing the exact shape of what i'm building towards makes it really easy to let the more minute details come to me in the moment. they either are congruent with that end goal, in which case they can stay, or they're more extraneous/irrelevant in which case they get cut.

when i get stuck, more often than not i just slide into mia @demonkix's dms and make her hear out my rambling. thanks mia. shoutout to mia.

now, here's probably one of my biggest sins: i do not script anything. there is no finalized dialogue until i am writing it directly onto the page. unless i'm directly lifting from the text, that is. ill have a rough idea of what needs to be said in each page when im drafting, and sometimes i'll write in rough dialogue on the draft. but most of the time ill just sketch out the approximation of the speech bubble andd either leave it fully blank or jot in one or two keywords in to remind me of what the dialogue should be. then the actual dialogue gets written in once the art is finished

do not do this. i can not stress how frustrating this is for myself. i do this every time and i always hate it.

the reason i dont bother with any proper scripting is because the dialogue bends to the art. not the other way around. a massive amount of my process is dictated by what im in the mood to draw, and by keeping the actual character interactions as flexible as possible until the art is done, i can ensure i dont get stuck at key points because the thing that has to happen is something i dont feel like drawing.

in general, my process for drafting pages is just rough thumbnail -> color rough -> go actually draw the damn thing

however there ill be times when i just do not bother drafting at all and jump immediately into drawing a page. if you go look at the stuff on patreon youll see that in the beginning i pretty much just drew everything after the first batch straight through.

this comic is a lot of work so the most important thing is that hte process is fun for me. i really hate granular planning and itd just slow me down a ton so the process is really just vibes from point a to point b. hope this somewhat answers your question

i talk about my general approach to comic composition in my big composition writeup too, which is pinned, if thats something youre interested in.

#qm

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elizaellwrites · 1 year

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How Do I Plan Tag

So, appropriate to the conflicting sides of my personality, my planning style has two drastically different approaches... so let's get started! (I'm wordy, I apologize in advance.)

Thank you @my-cursed-prince for tagging me in this and for everyone who's ready to bear with me as I try to explain the war that takes place in my mind.

How do you plot your writing out?

Step 1- Inspiration

This almost always happens at the worst possible times, either while I'm at work, in class, doing homework, etc. Most of the time it's because I see or hear something that sends a lightning bolt of an idea straight into my mind, and I don't know how my brain jumped through the hoops to get what I got out of what I was given. When this happens, it's almost always frustrating in the moment, since I get the overwhelming urge to start immediately when I often can't. I either make a mental note of the idea, or I write a physical note to remind myself to revisit it.

Purposeful/directed inspiration can also come through listening to music, watching movies/TV shows, reading, and looking at art, but this is honestly less common unless I'm writing while doing these things simultaneously (which I do quite a bit.)

Step 2- Filtering

This can happen in one of two ways. The first is whether I decide to call my brother (my unofficial editor) to see if my idea even remotely makes sense to anyone that isn't me. Then we either scrap, alter, or build on the ideas over the next half hour or so. Most of the time he just tells me that it's my story so I know what will work best with what I'm planning, but I also know that some things can seem obvious to me as the author that will go unintentionally under the radar to a reader, so he's a great help in my process when I bring him in.

The other way can be best described as a mental file cabinet, where I keep all of my plans for current and future projects. Truly, I think this is the more common way I do it, otherwise, I would be calling my poor brother almost constantly. When I'm doing this, I'm basically skimming through each of the files, seeing if this new idea works anywhere, and which characters would be best for this plotline, or vice versa. If it doesn't fit anywhere but has potential, I make another file and save it for later. If it contradicts what I've built, it gets dismissed. If it does fit, I then go to the next step...

Step 3- Development

This is where I spend most of my time. If it's a character, this is background, personality, role, etc. If it's worldbuilding, I'm here for days to weeks until it's blended into everything I had developed previously, as if it was always there. If it's a plot line or event, I locate where it is in the master timeline and create a rough sketch of what I want to happen around the initial idea. Any research takes place here as well. It's pretty straightforward.

Step 4- Bullet Point Storylining

This creates a visual for me to go off of; a road map per se. It's flexible and very open to possibilities, yet holds me to the structure that I put in place during development. This way, nothing crazy happens, but I can still surprise myself in...

Step 5- Drafting

Where chaos unfolds. Anything can happen- as long as I try to follow the map I set up with my bullet points. Then I repeat the drafting of that part until my perfectionism is satisfied enough to where I don't feel like I need to burn the pages that only exist on my computer. So this period can also take quite a bit of time, as I refine and shape draft after draft. Editing is included in this step, as editing is simply rewriting, but way better.

In short, the process is: Plan, check the plan, plan some more, draw out the plan, then set the plan on (barely controlled) fire.

2. What's your favorite part of the writing process?

I really enjoy the actual writing part the most. It's incredibly freeing to get everything out on paper, and that feeling doesn't change when I'm even just rewriting.

Seeing how everything ties together even better than they do in the filing cabinets and scattered notes. I love to see my characters interact in a way that is better than I could ever simply explain that they would. I love when they come to life and react in a way that I didn't initially see from them but makes so much sense. I like painting my world with words so that others can fall in love with it as much as I have through the hundreds of hours I've poured into it.

In some ways, my writing process is a mystery to me in how my worldbuilding has gotten so expansive that I'm building a Google Site and a guidebook for myself. I don't know when my characters started acting without my explicit permission, and I don't know where the inspiration for my specific plotlines came from. Some have been there so long that they've just become a fundamental fact of the story and the world.

I love how it's gotten a life of its own through the chaos that has burned through the first four steps of my writing process in the last, but most important one. To me, my characters have been real people for years. Is that weird? Maybe, but it's also incredibly special, and I wouldn't change that for anything. They've grown with me, and so has my fictional world. As I grow to see the complexities of the world around me, and as I experience life, it reflects in my work for both the good and the bad.

I wouldn't have my writing process any other way. (Even if it creates an inner debate on how much chaos is too much chaos.)

Feel free to participate: @the-printed-words, @verba-writing, @marigoldispeculiar, and @queerlilchinchin & anyone else who may be interested!

#writer #writeblr #aspiring author #aspiring writer #writing #being a writer #writers of tumblr #writing community #about my writing #writing process #writing tag games #writing tags #tag games

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sochilll · 2 years

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October 17 - “It’s not even that cold!”

Day 16 Day 18 All Days (Prompt list)

Evan was that kind of cold where your fingers go numb and trying to warm them up just hurts. If it rained right now, it would probably snow. But Jared’s car was a piece of shit, so they were outside anyway.

“You’ve put more money into fixing that thing than it would cost to just buy a new car.” Evan huffed.

“Don’t ever speak ill of Doris again.” Jared held up a finger. “She’s a trooper.”

“She just fucking died on a ten minute drive.” Evan pointed out. Luckily, they were only a few blocks from Jared’s apartment when Doris gave out on them.

“She just needs a little TLC and she’ll be fine.” Jared assured him.

“She needs to go to the scrap yard for making us walk home in freezing temperatures.”

“It’s not even that cold!” Jared rolled his eyes. “You’re such a baby.”

Evan glared at him.

“It’s nice out.” Jared went on.

“It’s like ten degrees!” Evan yelled. He rubbed his hands together.

They came to a stop at a crosswalk, waiting for the light to change.

“Here.” Jared took Evan’s hands in his and rubbed vigorously. It did bring some of the feeling back but it faded as soon as Jared let go.

“Thanks that did nothing.” Evan grumbled, sticking his hands into his pockets.

“Well sorry.” Jared rolled his eyes. “Remind me never to help you again.”

They crossed the street and then, thankfully, Jared’s apartment building was only a few feet away. Evan was immediately enveloped by warmth from the heater blasting in the lobby.

“Yes. Warm.” He stood there, being slowly roasted.

“Come on.” Jared shoved him toward the elevator.

They rode up four floors. It wasn’t nearly as warm inside Jared’s apartment but it was enough that Evan stopped shivering and was starting to get the feeling back in his hands. He sat on the couch, rubbing his hands together while Jared went to the kitchen to turn on the coffee pot.

“How long are you staying?” He called.

Evan shrugged. “I work in the afternoon tomorrow so… I don’t know. I was gonna-“ He faltered as he felt a blanket being settled around his shoulders. Jared didn’t acknowledge it, just kept walking like that was a normal thing to do. Evan struggled to continue talking like that hadn’t completely and totally thrown him off. “Gonna, um, I was gonna leave around five or six so I can make dinner when I get home.”

“You can eat here.” Jared offered. “But you have to pay for half since we’ll have to get something delivered.”

Evan nodded, pulling the blanket tighter around him. “Sure. That’s fine.”

“Cool.” Jared dropped onto the couch. “What do you want?” He pulled up the maps app so he could see what was nearby.

“It’s like three. We don’t have to decide now.”

“Well it’s gonna take us at least two hours of arguing to pick a place.” Jared said.

That was true. Evan scooted closer so he could see Jared’s phone. Jared scrolled through the list, reading off restaurants and fast food places. Occasionally one of them would say “maybe” or “anything but that.”

Jared stopped suddenly.

“Run out?” Evan asked.

Jared started slightly. “No. I was-no.” He cleared his throat and continued reading.

Evan was about to ask what had happened when he realized it for himself. They were sitting too close together. As in, Evan’s legs were almost on top of Jared’s. As in, their shoulders were pressed together. As in, the blanket plus Jared’s body heat was making Evan start to sweat.

He shifted away casually, meaning: he violently flinched away from Jared.

Jared looked at him. “The fuck? What?”

Evan just stared at him, unsure how to explain his reaction. “There was a spider.”

Jared continued to stare. “What?”

“There was a spider.” Evan repeated.

“Where?”

“On… you.”

Jared squinted. “Why are you talking like a robot?”

“I am not.” Evan said like a robot. He ignored Jared’s pointed look. “I’m being normal.”

“You’ve never been normal in your life.” Jared shook his head, turning back to his phone and releasing Evan from his interrogation. “I’m ordering from the Thai place.”

“Now?”

“No. At like six.” Jared zoomed in on the menu. “I’m assuming you want fried rice? You can get a zero on the spice meter.” He teased.

“I like a little spice.” Evan kicked him softly. “Give me like… a four.”

“Embarrassing. I’m getting a nine.”

“You’re gonna regret that.”

“I am not!” Jared leaned toward him. “I can handle the heat.”

Evan’s face flushed. “Well I guess I can’t.” He ducked his head.

Jared looked at him for a minute. “Hey look at me.”

“Why?”

“Look at me.”

Evan looked at him.

Jared studied him for a moment. “I’m getting you a three.”

“What? No! I want a four.”

“So you now you claim you can handle the heat?” Jared shook his head. “You need to get your story straight.”

“You fluster me.”

“What?”

“You just said I fluster you.”

“No.” Evan’s face was on fire. “Frustrate. I said you frustrate me.”

“You definitely didn’t.” Jared was grinning. “Aww do I make you nervous?”

“No! You make me full of violent rage.” Evan grumbled, kicking him a little harder than before.

“And that’s what the best relationships are built on.”

“Shut up.” Evan pouted. The embarrassment was fading and the argumentative annoyance was back. “We’d be the worst couple ever.”

“I’m sure there’d be worse couples.”

“We’d be top five at least.”

“With a little effort we could beat the other worse ones.” Jared flipped his position suddenly. “We could be the world’s worst couple!”

“Is that… something you want to achieve?”

“Kind of. It’s nice to be the best at something.”

Evan laughed. “I don’t think we’d actually be that bad.”

“No?”

“No. We’d be okay. We might even be good.”

“Is that… something you want?”

“Being in a good relationship? I mean-“

“Being in a relationship with me.”

Evan froze. He could feel Jared’s eyes on him.

“Is it something you-“

“Nope. I asked you first.”

Evan sank down in the couch. “I don’t… not want it.”

“Cool.” Jared turned back to his phone.

Cool? That was all he got? Cool? That was bullshit. That wasn’t fair. He should say something. He should punch Jared.

“So fried rice spice level four.” Jared said. “And I guess I’ll buy.”

“I thought I had to buy half?” Evan’s anger was undercut by confusion.

“Implying I’m not a gentleman? That I wouldn’t pay on a first date?”

“First… date.” Evan repeated dumbly.

“Yes.” Jared said. And that was that.

“Can you get me a drink too?” Evan tested the waters of this strange situation.

Jared huffed. “Jesus you’re an expensive date.” But Evan saw him add Evan’s favorite soda to the cart.

Evan smiled. Jared bumped his knee into Evan’s. “You’re buying on the second date.”

“That’s fair I guess.”

Jared looked over. “I’m going to be a very expensive second date.”

“Then I’m going to be a very expensive third date.”

Jared grinned. “Correct response.” He patted Evan’s knee and turned back to his phone.

#Jared with a shitty old car that he loves dearly rights!!!!!#And also kleinsen getting together in stupid ways my beloved <3 #deh #Kleinsen #my writing

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firespunalchemy · 9 months

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San and Ashitaka Build

This pile (well, there's other stuff mixed in there) is in fact the San and Ashitaka costumes I built earlier this year. I tried to do a vaguely historical approach to shapes and materials since the film is also vaguely historical, but I used modern sewing because I barely know how to sew in general. This is also why I started with the bow.

To make a fake bow, for some reason I didn't like the usual PVC option, so I decided to make a long noodle out of EVA foam, carve it into shape with a craft knife, then add exaggerated wood texture with a wood burning tool. That then got covered in Worbla and painted with several layers of acrylic + a leather strap glued for a hand grip. The bow's 'string' is just thick elastic cord.

Arrows are dowel rods cut to length with EVA foam points at one end and foam fletching at the other. I accidentally made all his arrows the samurai's arrows (oops) and have no idea why I felt the need to not use real feathers. The quiver is just a muslin bag, pretty boring lol.

His sword is balsa wood and a napkin ring all glued together then covered in Worbla (featured here by another costume's progress). The blade and ring got spray painted metallic, the handle got a leather wrap like the bow. The sheath is just a foam box wrapped in fake suede, not really worth an action shot.

Ashitaka's (happi? haori? not really sure) took two attempts and still doesn't quite fit, oops. I dyed the fabric to a shade I liked, then used a YT tutorial on making the coat. His pants were bought online, and I made a lil pouch for his mysterious dried rations.

I fully just kind of made the sleeve happen; sketched a shape, cut it out, then continued adding scraps until I got something that fit okay.

Delicious bowl cut...his wig was a struggle, since I needed it to be rough and basic but not Lord Faarquad. It came out okay, but it truly is giving home haircut from the 80s.

Let's switch to San! Most of her clothes were bought, and I made the accessories. So this giant pile of fur will turn into a separated cape and hood. You may notice two tones of color there: I chose a longer Mongolian fur for the outside and a shorter Sherpa for the inside, because no one likes to see the raw inside of fake fur. There are curtain weights sewn into the paw shapes and front drapes of cape and hood to help them not fall back.

For most of San, I used Kinpatsu Cosplay's patterns as the base, and adjusted them to be slightly more masculine (and a lot longer) to fit my San. The apron was made of linen and hemmed so the outer edges can fray over time. We'll get to weathering in a minute (I did not take many WIP pics during making all of this).

I made the mask really round and the eyes slightly farther apart to up the uncanniness of it. The mask and ears got base coated in black matte acrylic, then color slowly added using sea sponge.

The dagger was made of a mix of foam and balsa wood that got glued together, then covered in Worbla. I spent way too long staring at the movie to decide the arrow shapes on the blade were raised rather than recessed. The blade got spray painted metallic, the arrows hand painted red, the pommel spray painted black. The handle got a leather strap wrap.

Her necklace was a mix of wood and stone beads, and three toofs made of some very crusty foam clay I had sitting around. They got formed and dried around paintbrushes to make the stringing hole, sanded, then painted with acrylic to get that old tooth look. San's wig was basically used out of the bag, and her accessories were just foam wrapped in fabric with shell beads glued on.

Weathering, the second most fun part of this build! I used a mix of dry brushing on acrylic paint in various brown and tan tones, spraying/splattering with a strong black tea, and using an airbrush to add dirt and wear to everything. A lot of edges and corners also got sanded to soften them and look less crisp and new.

And then we got fancy professional photos! If you're in Texas, check if Wild Momo Photography is heading to your con. She's fantastic, truly. Hope you enjoyed reading through this journey, and it's potentially helpful if you're building your own cursed prince and wolf girl.

#san and ashitaka #princess mononoke #mononoke hime #princess mononoke cosplay #studio ghibli #if your gender is weird why not make weird gender versions of characters?#is my ashitaka masc or femme? who knows??

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shadowdarkee · 2 years

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Pokémon M16: Rewritten (Or errr….parts of a script for it)

Context: The year is 2011ish. Get V, set in Poké-New York, is coming to an end. Rumors of a new ‘fairy’ type abounded. Last we saw Mewtwo, at the end of Mewtwo Returns, and then in cameo appearances in the opening of Destiny Deoxys, and the Advanced Battle theme song (and IIRC, the opening of Rise of Darkrai), he appeared in the shadows of a city skyline which looked very distinctly like NYC, complete with the Empire State Building. If we were ever going to see our favorite genius psychic existential-philosophizing super-scientist Pokémon again, it’d logically be here. And given that Genesect is basically a soft reboot of Mewtwo, it’d be totally awesome to see them fight in the inevitable Genesect movie.

The first poster for the Genesect movie was leaked to Serebii. And then a second, where, amazingly, Mewtwo was featured. But he looked off. The lines were too soft. We told ourselves that it might be a weird animation decision. Then came the third poster, with something like an altered form of Mewtwo. And it looked horrifyingly cutesy. ‘That looks like a fairy. Why does Mewtwo have a fairy form? Please be a hoax’. Thankfully, it and a subsequent trailer (where he had a female voice for some God-forsaken reason) were just pranks by GameFreak/Pokémon Inc. Still, nonetheless, they decided to just skip Movie #16 entirely (and anyone who says otherwise is a lying liar who tells lies).

In the years since, I’ve occasionally speculated on how it M16 have gone. The guidelines for it are simple:

Kickass fight between Mewtwo and Genesect. Genesect attacks Poké-New York City and Mewtwo defends it?

Show how Mewtwo’s character has evolved since last we saw him. In theory, his arc should come full circle here, the first Genetic Pokémon defending humans rather than attacking them; As a Mewtwo story, it should be somewhat cerebral. Where does the first person to tell Mewtwo that his life has inherent value fit into his worldview?

Like all final movies in a generation, it should give a sneak preview of the next generation. In this case, a sneak preview of Mega Evolution, which functions like Mega Evolution, but is never explicitly stated to be such (after all, it should be formally introduced in the anime within the generation it is a part of). Given Mega-Evolution is supposed to function off the bond between Human and Pokémon (from the in-game text in X&Y, and the Korrina arc in the anime it is likely this was supposed to be linked in some way to the new Affection mechanic), well…see point 2.

The following are scraps of an attempt at such a script, which I figured some here may be interested in.(Long blocks of italics are flashbacks and internal monologues, etc)

Pokémon Genesect: The Power Within (or something about genetcs or 'Genetic conflict' or such)

For context, Ash and friends arrived in New Tork City after Mewtwo telepatically requested that he come - the clone had been living in the shadows of the city. When they meet, Mewtwo would recap the events of Birth of Mewtwo all the way through Mewtwo Returns (and how Ash et al saved him psychologically - lets face it he's a psychological mess for his whole life up until the end of that special) to Iris and Cilan (while dancing around the whole Mew and I sort of killed Ash bit). He'd ask Ash to help him test a pair of special stones he developed to make him more powerful - inspired by watching a tourist and his own pokémon. The test fails and soon afterwards the Genesect attack. (no idea how to handle Dowse Genesect though)

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This is not a battle between Pokémon called gods, who can fight by rending space or rippling time. But it is no less violent. This is a battle of living weapon versus living weapons, genetically enhanced super clone versus technologically enhanced super predator, each altered to bring their combat abilities to the ultimate level. One-on-one, even with two type disadvantages? Shouldn’t be that hard. But one against four, while trying to prevent collateral damage? This could be a challenge…

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And later on:

The Genetic Pokémon plummeted to the ground, shattering pavement on impact. A minute later, he found himself pulled to his feet by a grass type’s vine whips and a human. The human. Mewtwo: “I told you to flee to somewhere safe.” Ash: “Why would I do that? I can’t just abandon a friend in need!” Mewtwo: ‘your…friend?’

Flashback:

[QUOTE=Mewtwo Strikes Back]

Mewtwo: “So... you say I am wrong? That you are not this human's servant, you are his friend?”

Pikachu: “Pika!“

Mewtwo: “You are as pathetic as the rest.” (Mewtwo psychically throws Pikachu, and Ash falls to the floor to catch him)

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Or alternatively:

[QUOTE=Myuutsu no Gyakushuu]

Myuutsuu: “What did you say? You're not being controlled? You're with the humans because you want to be? To be with them by itself is wrong.” (Myuutsuu psychically throws Pikachu, and Satoshi falls to the floor to catch him)

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The Genetic Pokémon begins to smile. Mewtwo:“Ash... I...would like to try to use the stones again” And so the boy holds up his stone, while the Genetic Pokémon puts a hand to the stone on his cape. A double helix symbol flashes and light flows from one stone to the other. Mewtwo glows and begins to transform. The clone feels jolts of pain as his body changes in ways it was never designed for, shifting to experimental genetic blueprints of his own devising. His thick tail - the result of an attempt by his creators to stuff additional neurons into him but sufficiently distant to not cause seizures or weigh down his head (human hubris, really, to alter his to fit their own human body plan and neglect the solved problem that already existed with alakazam) - decomposes into a vestigial stub, the matter bubbling up his flesh until the back of his head – brain (with more wrinkles added than could be given to him by mere human blueprints), skull, and all - bloats to massive proportions; His second neck - a now vestigial coaxial cable to connect forebrain to hindbrain- submerges into his first; The hemispheres of his brain merge together, and a new coaxial cable emerges to encourage additional connection between the two sides (a mild seizure arises from the increased rapidity of thoughts, as does a physical headache from the sensation of skin and flesh and bone and cartilage being pulled upwards, but nothing he can't handle); eyes grow to Mew-like proportions - inflaming and taking on an unhealthy blood red hue; already skeletal arms shorten to add layers of protective fat, while large useless legs shrink outright; All the while, nerves shift to accommodate his new frame.

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The now cape-less transmuted Genetic Pokémon pauses for a moment, getting used to his increased mental capacity (and blinks to discard the small amounts of blood that leaked from his eyes), and then speaks. Mewtwo: “Get the locals to safety. I can handle the Genesect myself." And with that, Mewtwo returns to the fray. The four Genesect each fire a signal beam at their opponent, but the attacks are all quickly reflected back at them followed by shadow balls. This is not a battle between living weapons, engineered by evil organizations for use in world conquest. It is even more violent. This is a battle between the world’s strongest hunters versus the world’s strongest Pokémon. Four against one would be overkill in their natural habitat, but they are 300 million years obsolete. Against their opponent’s full psychic might - raised to 11, the hunters become the hunted. For the first time, Genesect choose flight over fight. The chase is on. Genesect fly away from the Psychic Pokémon, occasionally turning back to fire back a techno blast or signal beam. Shadow balls and psychic blasts are launched back in return but are eventually found to be too insufficient. Mewtwo’s eyes glow, and it is as if the genesect were each at a point of lowest air pressure or the center of gravity wells. Newspapers, litter, trashcans, bicycles, any objects they pass that are not tied down, and some that are, are pelted at the Paleozoic Pokémon.

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As the battle goes on, the side effect of un-directed Mega evolution (not that it ever is explicitly stated) takes its toll on even Mewtwo's mind. Slowly, existential philosophy fades to bioweapon instinct. His is the most powerful mind in miles around, but even that does not protect the genius fully. Protecting the city from strange attackers gives way to fighting threats to one's territory.

Eventually, a (truck? metal bench?) gets thrown at the genesect. Red gets away, but it hits and pins down the others.

Floating, the World's Strongest Pokémon stared down at the invaders. He watched them move feebly. But they still moved (even if half unconsciously)- still tried to free themselves. If they freed themselves, they would become a threat once more. This could not be allowed. They would have to be dealt with. Permanently. As the bioweapon charged up a Shadowball, he noticed out of the corner of his eye another of the enemy's kind approach. Good. four instead of three. And then as he moved to throw, it flew in between them and emitted a buzz that sounded almost like "Stop!" and the blast hit Mew's counterpart. Except it didn't fire through Mew's blast, or push it back. It hit something in the middle. And when the smoke clears, he sees the boy glow and fall over, turning to stone. "It can't be." he thinks out loud, "A human tried to stop our fight." This leads to some some kind of internal monologue where Mewtwo realizes his worldview is (at least somewhat) wrong, what he's doing is wrong, and/or that he's been defeated - not physically, but philosophically/psychologically. Mewtwo dispersed the Shadowball and looked around, beholding the destruction he has wrought upon the city in his battle. There had to be another way.

[Will finish writing this when I get around to it.]

Mewtwo notices the moon, possibly has a flashback to Meowthtwo's argument from Mewtwo Returns about everyone seeing the same moon , and then sees Red Genesect. Thus does Mewtwo race forward, telekinetically grab the hunter and begin rapidly ascending. As they pass the stratosphere, the psychic's body shutters - bones snap and reform - neurons twist - mass oozes back into place painfully as the artificial transformation is undone. Soon they come to a stop, above the atmosphere, inhabiting a bubble of air. [Insert here a cheesy philosophical speech about home and the moon and ones place in life that is inspired by everything Mewtwo has experienced up until this point] Red Genesect is convinced, and they head back down.

After battle ends, includes a Genesect asking why Mewtwo is helping them build a nest which drifts into something like

“What? You ask Why? Why "are you helping me?” Asked the psychic. It didn’t make sense. The boy had no reason to be here. He had no reason to care about him. “Well, for one thing, you saved my Pikachu. That's a good reason.” And so needlessly endanger themselves further just to repay him? Was that all? “The only one?” There had to be something he was missing “Do you always ne- -ed a reason to help somebody?” Answered Mewtwo. And then he returned his focus to the work below, eyes glowing as the building material for the nest began levitating into place once more.

Then before Ash et al leave, Mewtwo talks to Ash and after confirming that he won't erase anyone's memories (and has resolved to watch over the city at least for the time being), tells him that the latter is more powerful than the former could ever be in the ways that matter (in that that Mewtwo is alone, while Ash has a lot of friends - 'I could take on and defeat the entire Pokémon League, but I would be doing so completely alone. If I ever got hurt, no one would be there for me', cutting to a short flashback of Pikachu crying over Ash's petrified body), and briefly invoking truth and ideals in some way, and the camera would pan out and then back down to the main cast leaving the city, as Mewtwo telepathically finishes his monologue with something along the lines of "and for your continued journey, I would like to give you and your Pokemon: Best Wishes". )

With the final words, briefly show the

POKéMON Best Wishes

anime title card then immediately cut to credits

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Credits would of course show some scenes of him visiting the other clones (to fit the whole friendship/home theme that Cataquack Warri brought up). Also, scenes involving Genesect in their new home, and Ash introducing Iris and Cilan to previous friends over the video phone (Cilan on video phone with Brock, each in an apron, comes to mind).

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Logic for the Mental degradation is that it appears both in the Mega-Lucario arc in the anime and the Gen VII pokédex and is thus probably supposed to be a thing (which GameFreak was probably unable to figure out how to implement as anything other than flavor-text). See also perhaps Gen II's Berserk Gene having an amplified effect on him. That he's able to snap himself out of it on his own is in and of itself a result of his intelligence - rather than the degradation being a result of an insufficiency thereof. That the cause goes unanswered (and the degradation itself unobserved by Ash and friends) exists as foreshadowing/setup for the Mega-Lucario arc where it would be resolved.

The brutality of the mega evolution is an attempt to make Mewtwo's awfully unthematic mega design actually fit Mewtwo's design theme of being twisted and brutal and unnatural and wrong.

Similarly, with regards to Mewtwo having a mega stone/evolution in the first place. Frankly, it doesn't make much sense for one of the stones that were created 3000 years ago to be perfectly suited to allow an artificial Pokémon that can't be more than a decade old to mega evolve. It does make sense for those stones to be artificial, and lets face it, Mewtwo making them as a science experiment and/or to prove (to himself) that he isn't inferior to pokémon that do have them is perfectly feasible and in character. It may not be in a cave, in this case, but it is with a box of scraps. This is probably entirely in line with the capabilities of the guy who mastered genetic engineering in a few weeks or months (and beyond the knowledge possessed by his creators) entirely out of spite and need to prove a lack of inferiority.

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