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scarfacemarston · 10 months
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Arthur & John play with dinosaurs
Note: So, I most definitely believe at least part of the game takes place in their version of Montana. This is another reason. Montana is famous for finding tons of dinosaur bones. Gotta love John’s drawings here, too.
Arthur:
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Transcript: Met a lady scientists, Deborah something or other. Seemed to be more mad than some, but I don’t have much frame or reference for scientists. Wanted me to see if I could help her find dinosaur bones and send her the details. Maybe. John:
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Transcript: Met a pretty mad scientists looking at old bones stuck in rocks. Wanted me to see if I could help her find dinosaur bones and send her details - maybe. Arthur:
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Transcript: Went to see the dinosaur I helped discover. I cannot help feeling it ain’t no wonder it didn’t survive.  John:
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Transcript: Went to see the dinosaur I helped Deborah discover. I cannot help feeling it ain’t no wonder it didn’t survive. If Arthur started the mission and John ended it:
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Transcript: Went to see the dinosaur Arthur and I helped Deborah discover. Deborah appears to be reasonably insane when you meet her. ----I cannot help feeling it ain’t no wonder it didn’t survive. 
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taoofshigeru · 1 year
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What the Notes Didn't Say (Partitio Yellowil x Ori)
Partitio and Ori spend time in a room at Papp's house. (1100 words)
Giga-turbo Octopath Traveler 2 endgame spoilers ahead!
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Ochette had been nice enough to delay her journey home from Toto'haha for another week when Partitio came to her with the request.
"I need yer help to track someone down. Last anybody saw of them was the apothecary's hut in Crackridge."
She'd also been nice enough not to ask too many questions. Even though she knew.
He'd also been lucky enough to catch Castti before she she boarded her ship back to the Eastern Continent. And a good thing. The hunch that the person he was looking for would need treatment proved to be right on the money.
Papp, thankfully, had been willing to let him and the apothecary in carrying a girl in a bloodied shirt and scrivener's cap without asking questions. His dad knew enough to trust him.
And that's where he had been for the past four days, by her bedside whenever Castti wasn't seeing to her treatment. "The desert climate can be especially harsh for those with wounds that severe. We're lucky Ochette found her when she did."
"But she's not dyin', is she?" Partitio chewed on a stick of cinnamon, a nervous habit he had picked up lately.
"I've done what I can, and the apothecary who treated the initial knife wound was skilled." Castti's expression was neutral. "It was a deep wound and a near-fatal amount of blood loss. If all goes well, she'll wake up and be fine. However, I do insist she be watched at all times. The commotion from the other day has settled down, but there's still no telling how she'll react to the situation when she wakes up. And stable condition doesn't mean she can just walk right out of here. She'll need to get plenty of bed rest."
"Thank ye, Castti." Partito scratched his chin, staring down at Ori's unconscious body on the bed. "I know yer best is the best there is. Nothin' left to do now but wait."
Castti was out shopping for herbs when her patient first showed signs of stirring.
Ori's eyelids began to flutter. Which was weird, since she was deceased. Why was the cold, nocturnal abyss of death so dazzlingly bright? And scorchingly, sizzlingly hot and tingly? The first thing she saw was a familiar face, a man in a wide-brimmed hat with a smile. That uniquely warm, special, one-of-a-kind smile that always seemed to buzz around in the back of her head like a mosquito with a drum set.
At least, it had before she had spilled her own blood to extinguish the sacred flame. She had been supposed to spill all of it. So why was it daytime. Unless…
"Ah… Partitio…?" This was bad. An atrocious, abominable turn of events!
Her attempts to leap backwards and out of bed were thwarted by the fact that every muscle below her neck didn't seem to want to do more than continue resting on the creaky box-spring mattress.
"Heheh, mornin' Ori." He clasped his hands together. "Gonna want to settle down, though. Castti says ya shouldn't be walkin' around for another week or three."
She blushed, not knowing how to respond. "Oh, gods, this is embarrassing. Am I going to have to write my own headline? 'Wayward Scrivener Waylaid in Desert'? Oh, no, that'll never sell. Maybe if-"
"-Whoa there, newsie." The smile went off his face. Which meant the honest merchant was about to hit on a less chipper topic. "Let's lay that actin' aside here." He pulled out a sheaf of papers from the pocket of his worn yellow overcoat. Even old and battle-worn as it was, it still looked drastically dashing on the dapper deal-maker. "Good to see yer still with us. You should know, I've read yer notes. Didn't try to, but they were lyin' all over the place and somebody had to put 'em back in order."
"Or no, shoot. That's a lie." He lifted up his hat and sheepishly scratched the back of his head. This man had access to a naturally adorable depth of charm, a level of which Ori's fake plucky scrivener persona had only scratched the surface of. "I wanted to know why."
"Partitio…" She had been afraid, terrified before. When watching her village be slaughtered before her eyes. When Harvey's arrogance had threatened their whole gods-damned plan. When the point of her knife had first pierced her own stomach. "You read… You read my notes?" This was different. And somehow substantially worse.
"Yeah. Thing is, they didn't tell me why. Not really." He stared her in the eye. Face close, intense. "You see, I have a talent for judgin' people. Seein' what they're all about. I feel like I know you. These notes tell me what you did. But they don't tell me why you tore 'em out of yer notebook, scattered in a trail on the way to that extinguished brazier. Osvald went through 'em right quick and they helped him put a lotta stuff together. Why would someone who spent years working for that and guardin' information tighter'n any lockbox give up the game like that?"
"They don't tell me why ya helped me out when I was tryin' to get that mall up and runnin'. And they sure as gods don't tell me what you're feeling now." His eyes were pure, shining beads. An ocean of sympathy she had no right to be swimming in. "Can I ask ya that?"
She was frozen. This was utterly, unconditionally unexpected. "I… I…" Her voice cracked. "I'm so scared." Why was she crying? She'd been in scuffles, had interviews that went way worse than this. What did she have to cry over?
"I see." He nodded slightly. "I don't understand what you did. I don't. But I want to know. But more'n any of that, I wanna forgive ya'. Now, ya lil' pen wizard, what is it you want?"
"I… sob" She was breaking. She had already perished, once, but now the walls inside her, walls she had built up for decades, walls her brother had taught her to keep perfectly maintained, were crumbling. She wanted, she really wanted, "I want to…live. I want to be alive, but… But I've done a terrible thing. So many horrible things so many people. Is, is it okay for me to want that?" It was wrong, she had to be wrong. And he was going to laugh at her. But she had about as much luck stopping as she would have had catching a greased octopuff with her bare hands. "I wanna LIVE! WhaaaAHHH!!" Bawling was something she could never recall doing before today. Odd.
"That's it. That's all right, now." And then he was putting his arms around her, lifting her up slightly. "So long as you wanna live, I'm in yer corner."
She cried, screamed it out in his arms until her throat was sore, until there were no more words. At some point, she fell back to sleep, and could dimly feel him lowering her back down onto the creaky old mattress. The last thing she felt before drifting off, exhausted but very much alive, was the grip of his palm on hers.
~End~
Part 2 here
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toasterwiki · 2 years
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Day 14 // May 18,2022
My internet screwed me over a bit today. It started acting foolish around 4:30 p.m. (when I get home from school) and didn’t turn on until 10 minutes ago so unfortunately, I'm basically done in for today’s deadline. But at least I have some extra time to compile notes for the pixel art study.
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mcgomega · 13 days
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DP x DC x Subnautica AU Part 1
Part 2, Part 3, Part 4
Art: Tim, Danny
Inspired my this post by @puppetmaster13u.
AMAZING Fanart by @noisytimetravelsheep
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From Precursor research journals.
Entry #25
The “Justice Leviathans” project was an attempt to replicate the Emperor Leviathan’s intelligence. We (The Precursors) theorized that maybe the high intellect this magnificent creature possessed might’ve stimulated the production of Enzime 42 - the kharra cure. We picked specimens from several species of rare leviathans that inhabited Planet 4546B.
Entry #26
The Nocturne Leviathan subject, dubbed “Br-4-24”, proved to be the most intelligent, showing high results in logical, deductive and critical thinking.
Further studies shown that the subject has a tendency of taking in the orphaned young, even from completely different species. When subjects “D-5-21” of Moonglide species and “J-3-83” of Red Eclipse species were added to the “Br-4-24”’s paddock to see his reaction, the adult specimen had shown no aggression towards the young, even when “J-3-83” had snarled in self-defense. “Br-4-24” patiently waited until the young subjects felt comfortable enough in their paddock to snuggle next to the much larger creature.
Entry #27
Further displays of nurturing and even teaching (after the subjects “D-5-21” and “J-3-83” also went through the intellect enhancement procedure) from “Br-4-24” proved it save to add more young subjects to the paddock. Two more Nocturne Leviathans: “T-8-89” and “Cs-7-99”, Amethyst Leviathan “St-6-92” and Lightstreak Leviathan “Dk-3-14” acclimated to the new environment and were taken under “Br-4-24” care without issues.
Entry #28
Interestingly, the intellect enhancement transfer to the next generation, which was proven when “Br-4-24” (male, but further studies had shown that males of these species carry the inseminated eggs within themselves for safety) gave birth to subject “Dm-9-06”, who have shown similar level of capabilities as his progenitor.
Although the young subject proved to be dangerously aggressive and had to be removed from the paddock after repeated attacks on “T-8-89” which put his health at risk. However this caused significant distress to “Br-4-24” and almost led to the destruction of the paddock. It was decided to return “Dm-9-06” into the paddock, but into a separate enclosure with a window. That way it would calm “Br-4-24” and allow for monitored and controlled socialization of “Dm-4-24” back into the pack. The attempt was successful.
Entry #29
The enhanced subject “Cl-4-38” of the Sunbreak Leviathan species, while not exhibiting levels as high as “Br-4-24”, had nonetheless shown impressive results, as well as demonstrated unbound curiosity, unexpected trust towards the researchers (as well as care when he saved a group of interns when they accidentally fell into his paddock) and protectiveness towards the members of his pack.
When he was taken into the facility, “Cl-4-38” was caring for a teenager - “Kr-5-59”, and a newborn - “Jn-7-15”. Their enhancement had shown similar results.
Entry #30
Initial attempts at cloning subject “Cl-4-38” were unsuccessful. His DNA was too complex to decipher and perfectly replicate. It was decided to combine his genome with that of another species, which brought much better results. While subject “Bz-8-58”’s development went through complications which led to his disfigured appearance, his life was saved and he is now healthy. His socialization is still a work in progress, but we remain hopeful.
Entry #31
Another successful clone. Learning from our mistakes during subject “Bz-8-58”’s incident, we took better precautions and more strict monitoring of the process. Subject “Kn-6-93” was cultivated without complications during development. He turned out to be a feisty youngling and attempted to escape his incubation pod several times. We were hesitant to release him into “Cl-4-38”’s paddock, unsure how he will take in a young from outside his pack. Its thanks to successful socialization of “Bz-8-58” it was deemed safe. “Cl-4-38” didn’t accept the new addition initially, keeping “Kr-5-59”, and “Jn-7-15” away. But at least he didn’t display any aggression. After a week, fortunately, the older leviathan accepted the newcomer as his own.
Entry #32
The Flashpoint Leviathans are the trickiest to keep in captivity. Compared to other subjects, they require the most forms and amounts of enrichment. Some theorized it to be a side-effect of enhancement, some argued that it is a species trait. Regardless, the hyperactivity of the pack caused a lot of problems until their needs in stimuli were met.
While the oldest subject - “By-1-56” - has shown to be the calmest, capable of reigning in his children, he’s still very energetic. Always excited for new tests. Friendly and playful towards researchers as well (but not as much as his young).
Subjects “W-3-86” and “Bt-2-94” have made several escape attempts, most of which were very close calls. They also dragged passing by researchers into the water of their paddock for play. Luckily no one got hurt since they never had any malicious intent. They seem to be eager to socialize with different species. Between the two, “Bt-2-94” is the most hyperactive, while “W-3-86” is the most intelligent, capable of solving very complex puzzles.
Entry #33
Three young Flashpoint Leviathans were added to the paddock. Subjects “Iv-7-87”, “Js-1-92” and “Av-3-16” were immediately accepted into the pack and acclimated to the new environment without issue.
Entry #34
Subjects “Kg-1-16” and twins “Ot-8-22” and “Os-8-22” were added to the Sunbreak paddock.
Entry #35
Subject “Cl-4-38” made distressed calls to the researches in an attempt to gain their attention. It turned out that he heard a call from an injured Ironhide Leviathan from several miles away from the facility. A rescue team was sent and they found not only an injured adult, but also a teenager at his side. Subjects “Jh-2-11” and “Nt-7-12” were welcomed into the facility.
Entry #40
Unexpected side-effect of the “JL project” was discovered. Subjects whose intellect was enhanced has developed an ability to transform into smaller humanoid forms. Following research has shown that in these forms subjects are capable of replicating speech. Possibly even comprehending it.
This is an unprecedented case.
Entry #45
It was decided to connect all of the “JL project” paddocks together to further the socialization of subjects. The results are more than satisfactory. Several subjects of different species have bonded despite seeing each other for the first time. The youngest formed their own group. The interns called them “Young JL”.
Entry #60
Unfortunately, the “JL project” was deemed a failure. Despite all of the development and enhancement of intellect of the subjects, none of them have developed an immunity against the kharra disease, or an ability to produce a cure. It was decided to put all of the subjects into stasis until it will be decided what to do with them.
Last entry dated 500 years ago.
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Report from stasis chamber dated 2 years ago.
“WARNING! Damage to the main generator. Stasis core disrupted due to insufficient energy. The containment cell has been breached. The subjects have escaped.”
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Danny took in a deep breath as he closed the PDA. Okay… so the massive scary Leviathans that have been chasing him around don’t actually want to eat him. At least not all of them. He definitely recognizes from the images in those entries which ones exactly are friendly. It was… somewhat relieving to know that that Reaper Leviathan’s roar and how he crushed his first seamoth wasn’t actually an attempt to become friends.
He also recognizes those youngsters that has been pestering him around shallow waters. He decided to call them Tim, Kon and Bart, based on the names the Precursors gave them.
Also they can transform into humanoids?! That’s… Danny haven’t seen them do that yet.
But if they are intelligent as these entries say… What do they want from Danny? Why do they keep trying to capture and drag him into deep waters? If they don’t intend to eat him… what’s the reason for their behavior?
The research mentioned their attempts at replicating and even comprehending language. Does that mean that he can… maybe… communicate with them? It… it would actually be nice. It’s been… hard. Being alone on an entire planet with only a PDA to keep him company.
But could he actually trust them? It’s… very risky. Especially with his ghost powers still locked away. He wouldn’t even be able to fight back if things went sour! They’re still fricking Leviathans! Huge and powerful, capable of snapping him like a twig in their jaws! What if he does something that angers them? Or what if one day they deem his as uninteresting and feed him to their young?
Then Danny remembers how those young played with him. Now that he cooled his mind, he realizes that they were indeed just playing.
If he’s gonna do it, he needs to be careful. He’d have to prepare. He has some ideas already, now to get recourses.
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After three days of being locked up in his base that he built (thank you Habitat Builder), figuring out the blueprint and tinkering a little with the fabricator, Danny finally reached some breakthrough. Now he was sitting on the platform, legs splashing in the water, as he fiddled with the brand new rebreather that, hopefully, will work in filtering oxygen from water into gas form so that he wouldn’t have to rely on the gas tanks. He’s yet to test it. And the sun was already setting.
He was admiring the sunset when he heard a splash of water next to him. He jumped when he saw… what he didn’t expect to see.
At first he thought it was a human survivor, hope blooming in his chest. But then he saw the black and red markings on his face, the unsettling white eyes, the pointy ears and then, finally, the familiar black tail with a red streak. It’s one of those Nocturne youngsters. The one he named Tim.
They can turn humanoid! But why now?
“H-hi?” Danny send a nervous wave to Tim.
And to his utter surprise, Tim returned the gesture!
This is so bizarre.
Danny turned his gaze back to the sunset, thoughts rushing in his head, heart beating like crazy from anxiety.
He heard more than saw Tim swimming closer until he was right in front of Danny, placing his hands - he had hands now! Black with fins and claws - on Danny’s knees. Danny shuddered at the sudden closeness. And Tim… seemed sheepish, apologetic? As he tentatively reached for Danny’s own hand.
“Look…” Danny started, gulping, suddenly feeling stupid for talking with a creature when there was no guarantee that it would understand his language. But he was so tired and so… lonely… “I’m scared, okay? I’m all alone on a planet where everything wants to eat me. And I’m not even sure if you and your buddies don’t want to eat me to. Or if what you’re doing right now isn’t an attempt to lower my guard so that you can snack on me when I least expect it. But just…” he tried to force himself not to cry but failed. It was too much. He was so tired and so touch-starved. “I’m sick of being alone.”
To his utter surprise and awe, Tim reached for his face with his hand and… wiped away the tears. When Danny looked up, he saw Tim smiling. So kindly and warmly and… he was so beautiful.
Is he really going to entrust his life to this… siren?
Yes he will. The alternative is too painful.
With his mind set, Danny puts on the rebreather, takes Tim’s offered hands and lets him drag him into the water.
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Tim can feel the hatchling’s fear. Felt it in shivers beneath his synthetic skin, in bubbles escaping his artificial gills and how the water soured with his scent. Poor thing. He has been on his own for a whole month, hiding in his egg and then the nest he build, retreating every time anyone of their colony tried to approach him. He must’ve been still in shock from the loss of his mother and siblings. Maybe that’s why he didn’t answer any of their calls.
But now, it seems like he’s ready. And Tim cannot be happier. And all it took was taking a form similar to his. Maybe the hatchling saw him as one of his own (they do look similar to him when they transform, in some ways). No matter, he finally allowed himself to be taken to the nest, despite still being so obviously scared.
It’s ok. It’s all gonna be okay soon. He and his siblings and Bruce and all the other clans will keep the hatchling safe and cared for and loved.
Maybe one day he will even learn to breathe without relying on his artificial gills.
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Tags from the OG post because I couldn’t leave them behind:
#DcxDP
#Prompts
#Subnautica
#Prompts that came from a dream lol
#featuring Danny's ghost form being like a naga lol
#danny phantom au
#Space core Danny
#Khaara is like an ecto-disease like a super deadly ecto-achne that the precursors fucked around and found out with
#Why are Danny's ghost powers on the fritz? Idk maybe it's his first ghost puberty or maybe it's something the Precursors did
#Batfam
#Supergam
#Flashfam
#Hell maybe all three families are there in the crater trying to pspspsps the new son/brother
#Batfam are deep-water leviathans with reflective undersides & patterns who start brightly colored and get darker with age
#Superfam deserve long flowing fins that mimic the red capes & also glowy bits
#Flashfam are long and eel-like for speed with electrical abilities for fun
#Wonderwoman is probably plated around the limbs & bits of gold-vein patterns (babies hatched in nests of clay perhaps)
#Aquaman is even more fish-esque
#Cyborg is a young-adult leviathan that was experimented on by the Precursors and is similar to the Warpers
#Green Lanterns have transparent green fins that mimic their constructs & green bioluminescence
#Danny: I am not a *baby*
#Justice Leviathans: Oh my stars it's a *baby*
#Billy: Just accept it there's no escape
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Part 2, Part 3, Part 4
Art: Tim, Danny
AMAZING Fanart by @noisytimetravelsheep
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melon-kiss · 2 months
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I know some of you don't speak Polish and we can't afford to translate 40-min-long chaotic interviews for you and I'm a bit bored (meaning: my brain wants a break from writing but I'm stubborn and I want to finish it TODAY), so I thought I'd give you a bit of a trivia based on interviews with the actors and the crew of 1670:
throughout all the interviews, no one really asked if we're getting season 2. I mean, someone did and the response was: "Well, we know nothing" but nobody really asked if they had any IDEA about what would happen in the next season
I'm not sure about the actors but the creative and directive levels went to a series of lectures on how people lived in Poland in the XVII century
they received a substantial funding, especially considering the directors were complete "no-names"
filming took 3 months, December through February 2022 if I recall
they all lived in an open-air museum in Kolbuszowa; in fact, almost all of the building were already there, they only had to build the house, the barn and the forge
there was no delay in filming, which is apparently rare in the industry but that was because they had a very tight schedule and couldn't afford staying longer in the museum
the last episode was filmed on one day and that was the last day of filming and because of technical issues with cameras working in the inn (the short shot of Maciej serving the pig to the Adamczewskis' table had to be re-done 20 times!), they had to completely rearrange the wedding party scenes, turning them into long shots; the entire labor/dancing scenes were supposed to be shot from 13 (!) different perspectives and be arranged in a "music video fashion"
one of the first episodes (if not THE first episode) to be filmed was episode 7
the script was written with Bartłomiej Topa (Jan Paweł) in mind, however, the actor wasn't really convinced about participating in this project and took his sweet, sweet time to decide on it; same goes to Dobromir Dymecki (Bogdan). Topa says it wasn't because he didn't find it good - it was because he was afraid that the project would be underfunded and therefore fail as projects like that usually don't get the attention they need in Poland
Bartłomiej Topa said he portrayed Jan Paweł as evil and conniving for the first two weeks of being on the set and the first scene they recorded was the one with the "Adamczycha" sign falling down; only after that time, after one scene in particular (don't remember which one, sorry), he finally saw the true nature of his character and changed his approach to the portrayal
surprisingly, Michał Sikorski (father Jakub), unlike Topa, thought of his character as a silly, innocent man and he changed his mind only after seeing the Aniela-Maciej dance scene where he says Love is peaceful, love is kind, love is... unacceptable - he understood he got to play a villain
the actors were FORBIDDEN to improvise; their lines had to be memorised prior to filming
they shot the barrel-cleaning scene (the thing they do before blowing the magnate's son's head up) for 2h because Bartłomiej Topa and Andrzej Kłak (well, he plays Andrzej) couldn't stop laughing; Topa mentions he doesn't even remember how they managed to get it done
all the mud was brought there ON PURPOSE
Kirył Pietruczuk (Maciej) is a debutante when it comes to film, however, he is the only actor in the crew with an acting degree; not only that - he graduated with honors
when asked about this, Michał Sikorski said: "Well, but it doesn't matter, does it? Because, even thought I haven't graduated, I got to play a nobleman and he... well..." (obv that was A JOKE; he is like the sweetest person ever!)
he also said he wrote a "Maciej's journal" during filming and spent a lot of time creating a backstory for his character; he said it was helping with the a-chronical shooting; he read one of the entries out loud in his interview
he jokingly said his favourite episode is the last one because he got to kiss Martyna (Aniela) there
as mentioned before, casting Maciej's role took the longest. They interviewed about 300 candidates and none of them fit. Kirył recalls it was right after he signed a deal with an agency for the first time in his life and he immediately received a call after his first cinema audition and it was 1670, of course! However, he reports that the process was extremely long - he had to go through several stages, each one of them revealing more and more of the script and he wasn't informed it would take that long
The creators said they looked for someone who'd understand the character and his role in the film - as he is the eyes and ears for us, people from XXI century. "He's basically like a viewer of the events, one of us", Kordian Kądziela (director, episodes 5-8) says. It was important he had a good chemistry with Martyna (she was the first and only "Aniela" he had to do short scenes with and the chemistry was immediate) and was able to break the fourth wall properly - he had to have the talent to comment current events with just one look and I personally think he does it perfectly. The actor was also supposed to be "easily likeable by girls"
The first scene they shot together - meaning as Aniela and Maciej - was the dance scene and Kirył says it's his favourite scene in the entire show
Kirył said the scene with the magnate's son was initially very aggressive on his part, however, after speaking to the directors, he decided to tone it down as it was, indeed, not fit for the character to be this angry
they all said, once they got down to it, they had a feeling they were a part of something special
Feel free to add your trivia or correct me if I'm wrong.
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femmefatalevibe · 10 months
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how to be productive when you have nothing to do and no deadlines?
Create simple morning & nighttime routines and stick to them
Find a sleep/wakeup time schedule that works for you and your natural energy cycles
Establish a meal schedule that works well for you (I'm a 3 meals and one snack or 2 meals and 2 snacks person)
Set quarterly goals for yourself (even if they're not career or academically-focused: health-related, skills-based like learning a new language, coding, etc, completing a creative project, etc.)
Plan your week/day ahead of time with all of the projects, tasks, chores, errands, and appointments you have or want to get done (I love the Intelligent Change Productivity Planner!). Write these tasks out for the week on a Sunday afternoon/night and the next day's agenda in the evening/the night before
Give yourself 1-3 main tasks for the day, no matter how big or small (cleaning, reading a chapter of a book, doing a section of an online course, writing a blog article or journal entry, doing laundry, running a specific errand, scheduling/going to an appointment, creating a mood board, project outline, ideas list, etc.)
Break down projects into 30-minute/60-minute tasks. Timeblock tasks or similar activities. Use a countdown timer if it helps you focus or get in the zone
Schedule a small reward for yourself if you finish a task (e.g. doing a face mask after reading a chapter of a book for an assignment or completing a section of a new skills-based course)
Plan some daily movement/exercise into your day like an appointment with yourself. Make it a non-negotiable
Hope this helps xx
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finrays · 2 months
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You wanna hear something devastating?
Per my post about how long it would take to get to Carson City on foot from GAIA Prime (9-ish days of continuous walking,) if we discard the entire point of that post (Travis and Elisabet knew each other before Project Zero Dawn and he totally taught her to hotwire a car) consider this;
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This is from Elisabet’s journal on 1-15-2066. Ronson’s log about her sacrifice states that it’s six hours after GPrime has been locked down and sealed.
Let’s take the longest timescale possible; say she made this entry at 11:45 PM, and they finished locking down exactly 72 hours later, with Elisabet sealing the door and bidding the Alphas farewell.
That means she left the facility on 1/18, and say it took about 12 days to get home, walking and taking occasional breaks to rest, because I’m betting after “driving herself to physical and psychological exhaustion working on GAIA’s development,” she’s not in the proper shape for a sustained journey like this.
That would put her arrival at Carson on like… 1/30-1/31.
Ted kills the Alphas on 2/2/2066.
If you want to stretch it an additional few days, saying that 14 is a nice round number for a fully loaded suit to be able to sustain human life for, then the entire Zero Dawn Alpha Team could very well have suffocated on the same day, miles apart.
You’re welcome!
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sidekick-hero · 28 days
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What a month! 29 days (thank you leap year), 29 fics, 51k words. I had so much fun doing @steddielovemonth and challenge myself to write something every single day.
You can find all my entries under the Read More ⬇️
Carry You (mature | wc: 4k | tags: drug addiction, hurt Eddie Munson, post break-up, hopeful ending | prompt: Love is letting someone take care of you | AO3)
My arms belong around you (mature | wc: 509 | cw: mild smut | prompt: Love is bodies touching, whether it’s soft cuddles or sliding together towards orgasm by | AO3)
Rooting for you (explicit | wc: 2.6k | tags: open ending, mention of Eddie/OMC, short Steve/OFC scene, frat boy steve, modern au, fuckbuddies, not really unrequited love | prompt: Love is being terrified but not letting that stop you from taking the leap | AO3)
Slaying Dragons (general | wc: 2.1k | cw: none | tags: childhood friends, Eddie lives, fluff and tiny bit of angst | AO3)
Like real people do (general | wc: 846 | cw: none | tags: established relationship, soft boys being soft | prompt: Love is being seen and known | AO3)
Hate to be lame (mature | wc: 1.1k | tags: spy au, spy boyfriends, established relationship | prompt: Love is sitting in comfortable silence together doing their own thing by | AO3)
We can be heroes (general | wc: 1.2k | tags: feelings realization, Kas!Eddie (flashback), smoking weed together, boys in love | prompt: Love is what makes you brave | AO3)
true colors (explicit | wc: 2.1k | tags: getting together, fluff, love confessions, Steve takes care of Eddie | Love is the heartbeat I can feel when I hug him | AO3)
He was sweet like honey (explicit | wc: 2.7k | tags: friends with benefits, they are in love your honor they are just bad with words, food sex (ice cream), slight dom/sub undertones (dom Steve/sub Eddie), blowjobs | prompt: Love is sharing food | AO3)
Safe Haven (teen | wc: 3.2k | tags: werewolf!Steve, Human!Eddie, hurt!Steve, Eddie taking care of Steve, minor characters death | prompt: Love is feeling safe | AO3)
Eat you alive (mature | wc: 1.8k | tags: werewolf!Steve, human!Eddie, domesticity, soft boys being soft, bathing together | prompt: Love is saving the last bite for them | Part 2 to Safe Haven | AO3)
are you still mine? (teen | wc: 2.4k | tags: future fic, steddie in their 40s, second chances, mutual pining, happy ending | prompt: Love is the hope for a future together | AO3)
the past, the future, through death my arms are open (mature | wc: 2.1k | tags: mutual pining, Eddie/OMC (nothing explicit), memory of the past | second part to are you still mine? where Steve remembers another moment from their shared past | prompts: Love is keeping a spare sweater/blanket in the car because they always get cold and Love is showing up when someone doesn’t ask | AO3)
sink you teeth (explicit | wc: 563 words | tags: vampire!eddie, blood drinking, smut, established relationship, part 2 of Love from the other side | prompt: Love is being late to work because you can’t ever say goodbye in a reasonable amount of time | AO3 )
Butterfly Effect (mature | wc: 1.5k | tags: friends with benefits, Eddie Munson is bad at feelings, but Steve makes him talk about them anyway, at least in metaphors, emotional hurt/comfort | prompt: Love is letting yourself be loved | AO3)
when we were made it was no accident (teen | wc: 1.2k | tags: rockstar!eddie, drummer!steve, secret relationship, part of @thefreakandthehair and @firefly-party and mine project pickup note | prompt: love is staying in bed for five extra minutes because you can’t tear yourself away from them just yet | art by Kei | story in the same verse by Lex | AO3)
Dear Steve (teen | wc: 2.3k | tags: rockstar!eddie, addiction, rehab, journaling, only Eddie’s entries turn into letters to Steve | Part 2 to Carry You | prompt: Love is about a hand reaching out to you so you don’t get lost | AO3)
that ultra-kind of love (you never walk away from) (teen | wc: 509 | tags: established relationship, first time, virgin!eddie, just soft boys being soft, not the actual smut I am sorry | prompt: Love is terrifying | AO3)
Let Go ( explicit | wc: 509 | tags: established relationship, fluff and smut, soft boys being soft | prompt: Love is helping them unwind after a rough day | AO3)
Someone New (teen | wc: 1.7k | tags: established relationship, rockstar!eddie, soft boys, Steve takes care of Eddie, Vecna aftermath | prompt: Love is a warm hug | AO3)
You got a fast car (teen | wc: 1.4k | cw: blood, the aftermath of a beating | tags: hurt!eddie and protective!steve, running away | prompt: Love is letting him pick the music | AO3)
only soul I ever saved (explicit | wc: 1.1k | tags: established relationship, sub!eddie, top!eddie, dom!steve, bottom!steve, porn with feelings, Good Boy Eddie | prompt: Love is liking the version of yourself you are with them the best| AO3)
something about us (teen | wc: 1.4k | tags: college au, meet-cute thank to a fire alarm | prompt: Love is giving him your sweater even if it makes you cold | AO3)
take you with me (mature | wc: 2.1k | tags: outlaw!eddie, future fic, starcrossed lovers finding each other, happy ending, the happy ending to he’s all that I’ve got (don’t take that sinner from me) we deserve | prompt: Love is the only thing we can take with us | AO3)
safe & sound (teen | wc: 2.5k | tags: different first meeting, emotional hurt/comfort | summary: What happens when Steve meets Eddie Munson, who has just failed his senior year for the first time, during one of his nightly drives? | prompt: Love is asking, “do you want a blanket?" | AO3)
will you find me in the stars (mature | wc: 2.1k | cw: major character death (temporary, as in reincarnation) | tags: soulmates, starcrossed lovers, reincarnation | summary: In every life, in every universe, they will find each other again. What’s a lifetime if you measure it in eternity? | prompt: Love is a fire that never goes out | AO3)
Crutch (mature | wc: 2k | tags: established relationship, post-s4, Valentine’s Day, Robin is the best, fluff | summary: Steve loves Eddie, he really, really does. He just can’t say it. | prompt: Love is just a four-letter word | AO3)
will you take me home (teen | wc: 2.7k | tags: animal shelter workers Eddie and Chrissy, platonic stobin, background buckingham, Idiots to lovers | prompt: Love is when you look at his lips for half the conversation because you can’t stop thinking about kissing him | AO3)
Anything for love (teen | wc: 790 | tags: established relationship, former jock Steve, Eddie Munson loves Steve Harrington, in fact he’s so in love he would do anything for love | prompt: Love is going out of your way to do something you know will make them happy | AO3)
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myobsessionsspace · 5 months
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Who is Kim Young Jin?
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The man behind the looks, bringing BTS' vision to life, from photo-folios, to music videos to high fashion magazine photoshoots.
Kim YoungJin and his team have worked with the members as a group and as individuals on their concerts and everything in between.
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“Seoul-based stylist Youngjin Kim has been obsessed with fashion since he was a child, saving up his pocket money to buy magazines. “It was so special to me,” he remembers. After majoring in photography at college but leaning into the looks just as heavily, somebody suggested he give styling a go and well, the rest is history. These days, he’s working with BTS, but can also be found dressing the likes of NCT 127, Super M and Daniel Kang for cover features, campaigns and album artwork.”
ID Magazine - VICE Interview (March 2022)
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👤What was your entry point to styling?
“I worked as an assistant to [Korean actor] Jin Oh Jeon’s stylist for about five years and came to understand the overall system of the Korean fashion scene. Looking back, that time was so precious; time that brought me to this moment, I guess.”
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The man himself, Stylist @kimvinchey on IG
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Kim YoungJin styled BTS and Bang SiHyuk for their TIME Magazine 2022 photos.
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Kim YoungJin has been head stylist for MVs such as 'My Universe', styling Jimin for 'Vibe', j-hope for 'On The Street' to name but a few MVs
👤Tell us about the type of work you do.
“Styling for albums and projects such as “My Universe” by BTS and Coldplay is receiving tremendous attention on a global scale. Whenever I style an idol group, I think of a designer creating a collection. I mix and match clothes from different Japanese brands such as Comme des Garçons and Yohji Yamamoto, and I express my own aesthetic with styling to fit each concept. I also style various editorials for fashion magazines. I consider myself a fashion stylist, and when I first took on the role of an idol stylist, I was proud of demonstrating what kind of visuals could be created if a fashion stylist takes on an idol.”
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Kim Youngjin has worked with the members on the brand ambassadorship endeavours, such as styling for mag shoots like the Valentino photoshoot with SUGA
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👤Of course, a stylist doesn’t just ‘style’. You’re often a bridge between celebrities and brands — a look you introduce to an idol could quickly become a trend.
“Exactly. In many cases, celebrities or models with good momentum are recommended to brands or magazines, and if the celebrity is an ambassador of a fashion house, they communicate more closely with the fashion brand.”
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👤What do you think is the most important thing in styling?
“I try to combine the latest fashion trends with classic items. For instance, I like pairing Levi's denim and casual sneakers with a Saint Laurent blazer. As details are crucial for men's clothes, the overall outfit is often impacted by details such as perfect length and sleeves.”
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In Chapter 2 of BTS' journey, Kim YounJin has been part of many of the members solo projects that were even released post enlistment for some, such as j-hope LV campaign and styling for Esquire Magazine
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👤Do you have a favourite brand or designer?
“I’ve always loved Givenchy by Riccardo Tisci, which has had a huge impact on me as a stylist. I have such respect for a person who has accomplished what they’ve wanted to do for a long time — I think Miuccia Prada and Raf Simons are both great in that regard too.”
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“I’m 32, so I was in elementary and middle school in the 1990s, which was when I started getting into fashion. Since I was really young, like 10 years old, I used to go downtown to buy clothes by myself. In elementary school, I wore baggy sweatshirts and jeans like this Balenciaga ensemble. I liked hip-hop and K-pop even back then and would dress up like this and dance at school festivals. Retro fashion is back in style, so it doesn’t at all look out of place or time to dress like this again.”
Mr Porter - The Journal Interview (Oct 2020)
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Special Mention:
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**Though Taehyung has worked with Kim YoungJin with group projects the Head Stylist for Taehyung (V) during Chapter 2, in particular his Layover Era has been @HIJIBIN, Taehyung's personal stylist.
Info on Kim YoungJin:
https://www.mrporter.com/en-sg/journal/fashion/youngjin-kim-contemporary-fashion-classic-style-k-pop-1445414
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themathomhouse · 2 months
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I haven't seen this posted about here but it's going round Twitter and tiktok, and I'm so beyond angry I can't let it go.
The UK imprint of Simon and Schuster have announced a history of Gaza is forthcoming from writer and academic Dr Anne Irfan. She's a professor at UCL specialising in Palestinian refugees and their treatment under the UNRWA. She's done extensive work and volunteering in refugee camps, advocates for Palestinians in the UK directly to government, works with a number of projects including in asylum applications, and writes articles both in academic journals and in newspapers about Palestine. Whilst studying for her thesis, she was denied entry into Palestine by Israel.
Sounds like a highly qualified person to write a history of Gaza, right?
WRONG!
According to activists on social media - all of whom have comparable work backgrounds and experience I'm sure - it's completely unacceptable for her to write this book!!! Some of which is due to her being a white woman (we'll get to that), and some is due to her husband being a soldier in the IDF and clapping for genocide (we'll get to that too).
The vitriol and backlash has been awful, and I haven't seen many takedowns so under the cut I will dissect the issues here.
1) she's not Palestinian.
This one seems to be true, and I do think that it's important that we allow people from a region to tell their own stories. This isn't the worst criticism, however given the other problems people have I think it's being brought up disengenuously.
She is an expert though, and I am deeply concerned about this progression to an idea that we should only learn about or discuss our own cultures. Palestinian voices not being elevated is a systemic issue, not the fault of one woman who we can at least say possesses the requisite expertise to write a history book.
She's actually already written one book - Refuge and Resistance: Palestinians and the international refugee system.
Here's a list of recent news articles she's written.
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2) she's white.
This one I can't verify. There are claims from people purporting to be former students of hers who say she's Jordanian and has family in Palestine. Certainly her surname is Arabic and she's listed as being fluent in Arabic on her academic profiles, so I'm not willing to assume from the single photograph I've seen that she's white.
We have also seen from the rise in antisemitism recently that whiteness is entirely conditional, and I think in this case it's being thrust upon her to justify saying she has no business writing a book. I think this is trying to get at systemic issues with publishing, but without any of the facts.
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3) her husband is an IDF soldier.
Her partner (not husband as far as I can tell) tweeted out the book announcement. He's a fucking marketing data guy who works for Twitter. He's not in the IDF. He's just Israeli and so probably did national service, but that's an assumption as he lives in London.
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I can't add his LinkedIn or other profiles as they've all been deleted, likely due to this shit. This will have to do.
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4) he supports genocide.
No.
He had a take that I don't personally agree with - saying Israel shouldn't agree to a ceasefire until the hostages have been returned - but that is an extremely far cry from any kind of support for genocide. His Twitter has been deleted so I've only seen screenshots, possibly someone made this claim but failed to procure the correct evidence; but that seems extremely unlikely.
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Even the original person who tweeted about this has tried to walk it back (not the husband part but some of the other stuff).
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There were no receipts by the way, possibly due to a change of heart.
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Babe you called it coloniser apologia and attacked her personally as well as her partner, you're kind of the one who made it personal. Feel bad all you want but this is just you being defensive.
What now?
If you are going to make claims about someone supporting genocide or any of this shit, be really fucking sure before you throw a Molotov cocktail into the dumpster fire of this discourse. The publisher, an unrelated book news website, her editor (who's made her account private after being @ed in the comments), and she and her partner (both deleted Twitter) have been inundated with tweets and videos on tiktok yelling about it - most of which has been at best unhelpful, but comes from a place of xenophobia and an entirely misapplied desire to crusade for justice - and I'm being generous calling it that.
Has this helped? Has it? Did posting her university email and calling for people to call her a fascist in her work inbox manifest some Palestinian writers? Has tweeting shit like this helped?
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Getting rid of academia is definitely A Good Take and not the step authoritarians take.
I've personally written to the publisher to express my sadness at this whole thing, agreeing that Palestinian voices are extremely important to uplift but also saying that Dr Irfan is clearly more than qualified to write this book. I admire all of the work she has already done spending more than a decade working with Palestinian refugees, and I hope very much that everyone involved is doing okay.
I don't know what else to do. All I can do is once again say that people need to really, properly fact-check before you post. This woman is actually doing the activism. She's an historian, yes; but also does work directly in camps and with the preservation of archives. Her crime seems to me to be that her partner is Israeli, and if that's where we're at then I don't even want to know where we're going.
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northwindow · 24 days
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love your blog so much! and im wondering how you archive/document your day-to-day life and the information that you take in — whatever form: books, lyrics, trees, etc etc — ? im struggling so much w forgettttttting
i love this question! i’ve always longed to have a beautiful and consistent journal, but it’s something i struggle with maintaining organically so i’ve tried some different structures over the past few years. long-winded answer under the cut 💗
back in 2021, i was making a monthly journal on google slides which i really liked because it's so natural to integrate images. i just made a month of it public here as an example of what it was like.
from 2022 - now, i've been doing a new concept where on the last day of every season i write long, list-y answers to these prompts:
art that has been resonating with me (includes music, books, movies, visual art, anything really). i'll usually write a few words about it... "Decision to Leave dir. Park Chan-Wook—the eye shot! the eye shot with the ants crawling on it" or "'Train Ride' by Ruth Stone: 'Release, release; / between cold death and a fever, / send what you will, I will listen. / All things come to an end. / No, they go on forever.'" or "Chunky misshapen pearls and other organic, shiny shapes"
my favorite memories from the season... examples from past lists include "Swimming hole with Zoë where I stuck a twig in my hair and we waded around on our hands like crocodiles" and "Walks in my snowsuit at night, one in particular where the Gemenids meteor shower was just starting"
a checkup on 5 of my current projects/goals. currently these are 1. learn to lift weights, 2. write 50 "identical" poems, 3. write a new syllabus, 4. practice mindful spending, 5. improve at woodworking.
a checkup on 5 of my core values. currently these are 1. adventure, 2. connection, 3. play, 4. sensuality, 5. sustainability.
reevaluating projects and values to focus on next
since you mentioned wanting to remember things-- when i'm putting this together i draw extensively from my tumblr archive/likes, calendar, photos app, recent playlists, and letterboxd and storygraph accounts. curating this kind of ephemeral data into a more permanent and thoughtful record is really satisfying to me. i privately call this method "wrapped" a la spotify... like i'll have a big entry for "fall 2022 wrapped" and then "winter 2023 wrapped" and so on. i do all this on the app notion and file the seasons on one big page so it's easy to click into one and remember what i was doing and thinking about. (i also converted my dream journal to a notion database. i've logged about 300 dreams in here and love that i can tag by character/feature.)
over the years i've also kept a more classic diary via text documents that's less structured, just spitting out whatever's on my mind with the date at the top. i tend to do this frequently for a while, then ebb off, then restart another doc, rinse and repeat. i also have a few physical notebooks (including these two) but the digital stuff is way more extensive as i prefer to write on the computer.
if i were going to recommend any of this, i would say the visual format of the slides journal was really compelling because i liked the aesthetic freedom but i also love the "wrapped" lists because they seem to cut to the core of an era's texture. in the future i'd like to try to integrate these aspects together! 📓
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moribibibibi · 2 months
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Insomnia.
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IM ACTUALLY TWEAKING OUT THIS TOOK MY ENTIRE BREAK AND I DIDNT FINISH MY PROJECTS IM COOKED (I love describing my work so enjoy my yapping below)
Anywizzle I like to think Leo has super messy handwriting (also bc i cant write on my phone for shit)
Sort of transcript for my handwriting lol :
"Y'know, August 5th-9th. Crazy set of days. The craziest part? Every time I close my eyes, ALL I SEE IS HIM. .. Maybe Donnie's right. Maybe I do need help." -(it's like a journal entry yk)
This was super rushed because i kept getting distracted and pumped out the last 2 pages yesterday and this morning☠️ Also originally it was just gonna be the 3rd page but then I came up with the rest of it overtime so woohoo. The amount of googling and images I looked up and the sobbing I did over coloring the 3rd page- (and the amount of krang ship art I've seen. /gen)
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emberglowfox · 1 year
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an analysis of journal entries #1-8 written by professor sada/turo
in which i continue to be absolutely bonkers over the professors and attempt to analyze all eight journal entries for fun. this is gonna get long, so it’s going under a cut. all journal entries are from pokemon scarlet, since that’s the game i have and i went through and transcribed them myself. i assume they’re mostly the same between games.
Journal #1: “We’ve determined that this energy crystallization is linked to the being we call █ █ █ █ █ █. The interlocking hexagonal plates that comprise █ █ █ █ █ █’s shell must somehow cause this phenomenon— which I’ve dubbed “Terastallizing”.
This entry is more or less just world lore. I really wish this got expanded on-- we only know tiny bits and pieces of information about the mysterious entity responsible for Terastallization. Really hoping for this story point to get continued in the DLC, I think it’s fascinating.
The fact that Sada/Turo specifically is the one to call it Terastallizing is interesting as well. Really gives you insight into just how prominent they are in their field if they get to be responsible for naming something so monumental.
Journal #2: “Thanks to my prototype Tera Orb, I secured corporate funding for my research and made a laboratory in the lighthouse near Cabo Poco. Someday, though, I’ll return to the crater and resume my study of these crystals.”
This is clearly very early in Sada/Turo’s spiral into their fixation with their work. As it says, at this point in time is when they make their first breakthrough in the field of Terastal energy. Though they secure funding, it does force them to leave the crater for a time, during which they’re focused presumably on developing the Tera Orb from its initial prototype into the widely-used version we see and use in the game. This, clearly, does not entirely distract their focus from Area Zero, as even shortly after leaving it they’re already thinking about returning.
Journal #3: “At last I can resume work on the Tera Project! I’ll move my research to the Zero Lab this month. My team will be smaller, but no matter. The strong influence of the crystals makes our experiments much more unstable.” 
At this point, Sada/Turo has presumably perfected the Tera Orb and has returned to general research on the crystals down in Area Zero. The use of ‘experiments’ and ‘instability’ makes me think that this is where Sada/Turo leaned away from the crystals’ effects on Pokemon and more into its effects on enhancing technology. 
Journal #4: “The crystal’s power is tremendous! Their unstable output made our corporate backers fret, but… If we can harness this energy, it will open up research possibilities we’d only dreamed of. At last, paradise will be ours to create.”
Between entry #3 and #4, Sada/Turo has clearly conducted much research on the power of the crystals and realized their potential. The ‘research possibility only dreamed of’ is clearly the time machine/act of bringing past/future pokemon to the present, as shown by the following line, ‘paradise will be ours to create’. Here, Sada/Turo is realizing the fantasy they’ve nurtured since childhood might actually be possible, and it begins their descent into full-on obsession. 
And, really-- I get it. Imagine being obsessed with, say, dragons since you were a child, only to discover through research years later that there’s a serious chance you could bring them to life and make them real. For someone as fascinated with the Scarlet/Violet book as Sada/Turo, it’s really no surprise they threw everything they had into creating a functioning time machine as soon as the possibility became feasible. 
Also, this is a marked shift in the scope of possibility of Sada/Turo’s research. Before, there were certainly limits and uncertainties. Now, due to the power the crystals have over machinery, basically anything is possible. Think that might give you a bit of a god complex?
Journal #5: “Our time machine has yielded a triumph— a Pokemon from the ancient past! I’ve named it Koraidon. I was expecting one new life to treasure, but what fortune to be blessed with this gift as well!” 
Here, the time machine isn’t just real-- it’s functioning. I presume a lot of time has passed between entry #4 and entry #5, since regardless of feasibility, you don’t just figure out how to make a functional time machine overnight. The piles of notes and whiteboard equations in the Zero Lab are a testament to that. Regardless, Sada/Turo’s intuition has proved correct, and their dream has been realized. Literally anything is on the table now. There are no limits to what they can achieve at the rate they’re hurtling forward at. As I’ve emphasized before, that’s gotta do something to your psyche. 
Also in this entry is our first mention of Arven, the ‘life to treasure’ that Sada/Turo had been expecting. This is the reason I noted the passage of time between entries #4 and #5-- presumably, due to passion and obsession, Turo/Sada has been working on the time machine this whole time. So, something happened fairly recently (in the grand scope of things) to cause Arven’s mother to be pregnant with him.
I have two theories, accordingly. The first is that Arven’s other parent was someone the professor met while they were working in the lab at Cabo Poco, before they returned to Area Zero, and that Arven’s mother was undergoing her pregnancy during the period of research on the Time Machine. The second is that Arven’s other parent might actually have been a fellow researcher working with them in Area Zero, though this one I’m less sure of, since I have difficulty picturing someone as focused as Sada/Turo taking time off to engage in... you know, especially with a fellow researcher. Then again, horniness is a hell of a drug, so who knows?
(EDIT: I wrote the paragraph above assuming that the professor was spending all their time at the Zero Lab, when Arven’s dialogue actually tells us that there was a period in which they lived at the lighthouse and commuted. This might have been the situation before Arven was born, or it might have come as a result of his birth, I’m not sure. Leaning towards the latter.)
What this does tell us is that Koraidon/Miraidon was summoned when Arven was fairly young. This makes sense, since Arven has lines about feeling like Koraidon/Miraidon ‘stole his childhood’, as his mom/dad was so focused and fascinated with a living, present, ancient/futuristic pokemon that they weren’t attentive to his needs, and eventually chose to return to Area Zero with Koraidon/Miraidon permanently instead of staying with him.
Journal #6: “I’ve successfully brought more and more ancient Pokemon to our time since the first one. I’m so close to creating a world like the one in the book— a paradise where we three can live happily together forever. I must make it real.” 
One thing I’d like to focus on in this entry is the shift from we to I. In previous entries, Sada/Turo describes all of their work as ‘ours’, such as our time machine. Here, that’s no longer the case. Presumably, something happened between entry #5 and #6 that lost Sada her fellow researchers. Perhaps they saw how dangerous Koraidon was or were scared of the implications of the functioning time machine? Or did it have potentially something to do with a relationship with a coworker that led to Arven’s existence? Either way, from here on out, Sada/Turo is alone in the Zero Lab with her work. And regardless of their isolation, they’re continuing with their research, and succeeding.
Sada/Turo has also likely been projecting their obsession with their idea of ‘paradise’ onto Arven and, now, Koraidon (who i presume to be the third of ‘we three’). She’s convinced herself she’s doing it for all their sakes, when in reality it’s the last thing Arven-- and possibly the weaker Koraidon-- wants. This is a bit devastating, since it’s a clear example of where love and obsession cross and get muddied. Sada/Turo isn’t thinking straight. They love Arven, that much is clear, but they’re not acting like it. They’re too caught up in what they’ve been doing for, by now, a very long time. It likely feels too late to quit, if the thought has even crossed their mind (which I somewhat doubt).
Journal #7: “I need more people. More time. That man walked out not long after the boy was born. I need another set of hands, but could they be trusted? And how long would it take them to even understand? If only there were two of me.” 
This entry emphasizes one of my previous points. Sada/Turo is now dealing with the fallout of being alone in the Zero Lab and is struggling to keep up their previous level of productivity. Even more curious is the line ‘but could they be trusted’? Something clearly went wrong between Sada/Turo and their coworkers, because now they’re hesitant to trust anyone with their research. ‘And how long would it take them to even understand?’ makes me suspect that Sada/Turo’s co-researchers lack of zeal meant they weren’t as blinded to the potential repercussions of yoinking pokemon from other points on the timeline, and that this led to a rift between them and Sada/Turo and, eventually, their departure.
Somewhat of an aside, but while looking through the Zero Lab for any entries I might have missed, I came across the note about the Poke Ball locking system. Obviously this is mainly intended as a game mechanic to force you to battle with Koraidon/Miraidon, but from a meta perspective its fascinating. Sada/Turo didn’t just not trust anyone else-- they legitimately expected someone to come and sabotage their research. And it’s confirmed to not be wild pokemon they were afraid of, since the Poke Ball Locking System literally targets trainers carrying pokemon. Sada/Turo was worried about people. Just how bad was their fallout with their fellow researchers?
The line ‘that man walked out not long after the boy was born’ feels at a glance just thrown in to explain the absence of Arven’s other parent, but for me, it just compounds the trust issues that Sada/Turo was surely developing as a result of everything that had happened. And it definitely does not do good things to your brain to feel like the literal only person in the world you can trust is yourself.
 Journal #8: “My new assistant has intellect and technical skills to rival my own. A bit rigid at times, but I’ve got no serious complaints. Productivity has doubled. We even brought in a second Koraidon via the machine— though this one had proved aggressive.
Here is the first mention of AI Sada/Turo, which Sada/Turo presumably constructed completely by themself (if you were doubting how much of a genius they were). The line ‘a bit rigid at times’, is, in my opinion, extremely noteworthy. I’m going to get into conjecture here a little bit, but that comment makes me think that Sada/Turo would prefer someone who wasn’t rigid-- i.e., someone they could connect with on an emotional level. The loneliness and isolation is getting to them, and it isn’t good.
But Sada/Turo chooses instead to focus on the productivity of things. They’ve brought in a second Koraidon/Miraidon! Things are going great. Their mental health has not deteriorated at alllll.
That’s the last journal entry, which I assume is because not long after it came the Koraidon/Miraidon fight in which they were ultimately killed trying to protect their research, the weaker Koraidon/Miraidon. There’s something to be said about Sada/Turo still underestimating the power of the pokemon they’ve summoned to the present, even after all their research, and how it connects with how they just didn’t seem to get the potential ecological damage of what they were doing. Their brilliance made them blind at multiple crucial moments, and it led to them making a mess of their personal lives, relationships, mental health, and ultimately caused their demise.
These fuckers are fascinating to me, can you tell?
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Entries from the Sidelines - Jotaro x Reader
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Synopsis: A series of journal entries from a random student that is simping over you, not knowing that you were no longer free to date thanks to one menacing delinquent.
November 14, 1988
You won’t understand it at first but there are 2 things that are currently taking over my life right now.
The first one is weird and that’s me being able to see… ghosts? Demons? Spirits? I don’t know but I see them sometimes on a few people and they can do stuff. And then there’s my ghost.
Yeah. Yeah, I have my own personal ghost and I’m not sure if me having one is wackier or others having one is. Though gotta say my ghost is pretty lame and useless compared to the rest. It’s just some sort of magical keychain that doesn’t do anything but transform into ordinary stationary.
But enough of that, there’s still the second thing.
I have a crush. Like a massive crush on this girl who’s my classmate and former groupmate that one time.
Her name’s Y/N L/N and she’s one of the most talked about students around school and for multiple reasons.
Where do I begin about her? She’s really pretty and majority of the guys thinks so too. She does well in her studies. She’s friendly and welcoming. And I’ve heard she can sing too! I wish I could hear what she sounded like.
There must be something she had done for those 50 days of absence last year for her to improve this much compared to when I first saw her.
Talk about her absence was the gossip of the school, together with that scary delinquent who also was absent for 50 days. Many speculated they sort of cut classes together but I believe those were just rumors jealous girls made up so they wouldn’t think of that student as anything but single.
Though honestly seeing a guy and girl absent for the same number of days does seem suspicious, so I don’t blame them.
I should start connecting with her sometime soon, get that social points you know? And maybe by February or March, I’ll be able to confess my feelings to her.
Wish me luck!
December 14, 1988
Oh my god I actually managed to talk to her for the first time since our group project.
I intended to start as soon as possible and so I waited for the perfect time to approach her, and by appropriate time, I meant sometime around our snack or lunch break, or if I’m lucky, I’d be able to finish club activities and meet with her after classes.
So let me tell you how our conversation went.
After I mustered enough courage, I sought her out on one eventful snack break. Evaluating my performance, I did a pretty crappy job.
I stuttered a lot, my cheeks were fuming like crazy, and I couldn’t hold eye contact for more than 5 seconds. Fortunately for me, she was super understanding of my incapability to speak straight and that just made me even fall harder for her.
For that past hour, she picked up all of what I wanted to say through my broken sentences and even I was looking like a complete and utter fool, she wasn’t fazed by it at all and she even smiled at my goofiness. SMILED. Can you believe that?!
What a win, am I right? Well, here’s a bigger win: She can see my ghost thingy!
She called it a “Stand”? For some reason? But she was surprised that I had one, I asked why, and holy crap, she had one too! It was way cooler than mine- indestructible fabrics that she can shoot out or shield her body with.
A double win for me that day!
So, after that break, I was determined to maintain this friendly rapport we had so I urged myself to tell her If it was alright if we kept meeting up like this, and she said it was fine! I am making progress with her in no time. When she wasn’t too busy, we would meet up often on snack breaks and the seldom after-hours period.
Though I gotta say, after every meet-up we had, I always felt like someone was glaring at me from the shadows, but at the same time, it could just be my usual anxiety trying to distract me.
I offered to meet her up during lunch time, since I’ve heard it was a recommended time for people to bond, but she kept refusing the offer and said she was meeting with someone else during that time.
Honestly?... Made me a bit insecure because it could imply that she was meeting with another man, but I forced those thoughts out the drain and came with the rational thought that it was probably with a group of female students. She was a social butterfly after all.
By the time I’m writing this, I have attained “friend” status with her and I consider that win for me, since it was better than staying in the level of “groupmate” or “acquaintance”.
I’m seeing hope for this! Perhaps I’ll achieve that “boy” before the “friend” by March!
January 14, 1989
Valentine’s day is on the next month and the status of “close friend” seems to be in my favor.
I say that but I noticed how every other guy in school approached her even if it was for a minute or 2. I have a hunch they were thinking the same thing too. She was as accommodating as she was with me when we first met that day, but I swear I could see the slight discomfort in her body language when engaging with them.
That discomfort wasn’t present whenever she was with me.
Ha! Good thing I started early! Serves them right for picking on me for being a nerd.
I kept up with our regular meet-ups and I’d say progress with her is going better than expected! She began sharing random trivia facts about herself and I said mine in return and she smiles more too! Yes, all according to plan.
But something came up when I stepped into school for the first time this year.
I had to be extra early for a school project and so by being early, I get to see most of the students arrive to school, including her.
Here’s the thing.
Remember when I said every guy approached her at least once to try and get into her good side? I meant that literally and they were all either the good-looking ones or the troublemakers who always picked on me. However, there was the one student who didn’t bother trying to get close to her.
That very tall, tough-looking delinquent with the ripped hat and golden chain who looks like he could snap anyone’s back anytime with no problem.
He was pretty much the delinquent of delinquents because every other bad student with an attitude who ever crossed his path physically cowered and turned away as if they didn’t want to be in a fight with him.
And because of his infamous nature, of course every female student would congregate around his presence, squabbling for his attention like seagulls.
All except for her.
And it felt like a heavy weight doubled with another weight were lifted off my chest knowing the school’s darling and infamous bad boy weren’t interested in each other.
But going back to that early period before classes bit, she arrived minutes after I did and the second she stepped into the building, all the guys began quietly murmuring to themselves about her, how they’re totally gonna receive sweets on Valentine’s from her. To which I rolled my eyes at.
Then after another few minutes passed, the loud noise of girls from a distance was an enough of a tell that that delinquent arrived as well.
She was standing by the lockers that time, fixing her stuff as he walked by with his flock of fangirls behind him.
And then this happened- A single strip of her Stand’s fabric shot out from her side, and then at the same time, a muscular purple arm manifested out of the delinquent’s back to reach forward and gently grasp the fabric that wrapped itself around the hand.  
The heck? That guy’s got a Stand too?! A cool one at that?! And it’s holding her Stand??!
It was brief but it was strange. What’s stranger is that when that happened, she was smiling with pink on her cheeks the same time that guy tipped his hat over his face. And then they went on their merry way as usual.
Had to up my ante after that happened. Gotta say… she hasn’t noticed my growing insecurities and she’s still pretty close to me.
Like my parents said, as long as I believe in my goals, it’s bound to happen!
February 14, 1989
The day arrived! And even if I admittedly think I did pretty poor job in establishing a bond with her, the events of what had happened turned out quite great actually!
So let me tell you.
When snack break happened, all the girls began their move and started giving out chocolates. Some of my classmates got one, others who are kind of in my level didn’t get any (to which I call foul), the bullies got at least one too though I think they threatened a girl to get it, the male faculty got some appreciative chocolates…
And then there’s the egregious number of candies being given to that delinquent. I’m talking about a full circle of girls either placing their chocolates on his desk or in his locker that came with sticky notes of love.
Just to double check, I kept an eye on both his desk and locker if she did the same as they did. Creepy I know but… at least I’m not actively stalking anyone. Just on watch-out.
And good news! When she began distributing a piece of chocolate to the boys she acquainted with around school, she didn’t leave one at any of his belongings.
When she found me that time, let me tell you she gave me… a small pouch of chocolates! A POUCH! Instead of a piece or two! She had this beaming smile on her face and I, of course, was a proud flustered mess when that happened!
And oh, to see the look of disbelief on those bullies and pretty boys. Man, that felt really good!
I think she’s into me!
It’s pretty much a guarantee that she’ll accept my confessions next month based on what just happened.
 A bright future awaits for me!
February 14, 1989
That clingy bitch!
Who does she think she is showing off like that to Jojo?!
Here I thought I gave the best homemade chocolates in school. Every boy had found them delicious and had said it was the best because it is! I made them myself and I packed them in a neat red box with white crumpled paper fillings, topped with a silk white ribbon.
I had full confidence he’d be bringing that home for sure while he threw away the rest. So, I waited to see what happened at the end of classes. And this absurd shit happened!
Jojo was standing by the gate, cigarette in his mouth like the hottie he was. BUT IN HIS HAND WASN’T MY RED BOX!
Instead, in his possession was a navy-blue bento-sized box with an assortment of sweets inside, wrapped around with a silky rose-gold ribbon. AND THEN, she rushed out of the building towards Jojo and they walked out of school grounds. TOGETHER. AGAIN.  
SERIOUSLY. I’m surprised they aren’t dating yet though I’m pretty sure he’s gonna turn her down because he’s always like that with the multiple others before her.
Good thing that little eyeglass nerd that’s simping over her wasn’t there to see that bullshit. Don’t think he’s gonna handle the sight like me.
I’ll get him next time. Watch out Y/N!
March 14, 1989
I’m sad.
I feel like curling into a ball and wallow in my own embarrassment and sadness from what just happened.
So, if you weren’t aware… today was White Day a.k.a. the day where the guys give the gifts this time. Obviously, my gift was this letter I wrote for her and a rose I bought nearby, all meant to be an aid for my confession towards her.
All the guys I mentioned before had their own little penchants and gifts ready for her, and I watched her receive them with the same friendly smile she’d give to anyone. And I had to steel myself to remember that she didn’t feel comfortable with those guys months ago and she was accepting them out of politeness.
While they were busy with that, I waited for the right to confess.
I read that the best time to confess was when she was alone so when I thought of that, I figured it was around dismissal where most of the students already went home.
Alas, cue to the end of classes period where the sun was about to set and the crowd was minimized to a handful of students. I was sweating bullets when I waited for her by the entrance. I had the letter and rose in hand ready to be given.
When I heard her giggles, I gave one last pep talk to myself and faced her.
I tell you, the moment I saw her, my chest collapsed in on itself. She was still the same pretty girl I’ve bonded with for the past months, but in her arms was a huge brown teddy bear holding a bouquet of roses.
She saw me. And I began coughing nervously. I thought to myself who??? I didn’t see anyone give her anything that big during class hours.
As usual, she smiled at the sight of me standing there like an out-of-place weed and asked why I was still at school. Oh god, I fumbled so bad with my words, nothing was coming out like how I practiced back at home.
I kept saying how much I admired her and everything and so far, she was flattered by my mess of a status, and before I had the chance to confess-
The delinquent stepped behind her, hands in pocket, smoking as he glared straight at me. LIKE FULL ON DEATH GLARE AT MY DIRECTION.
I nearly peed my pants that time.
She wasn’t at all surprised at his presence, in fact she recognized him standing behind her and she promptly apologized for his intimidating aura.
And oh boy, the next bit fully ripped my sensitive heart to smithereens.
She told me a secret since we were “close friends” to which I now find a curse more than a blessing.
She told me that the very same delinquent that looked like he didn’t give a crap about romance and was giving me the look of death… was her boyfriend who gave her his White Day present to her.
Yes. You read that right. BOYFRIEND. The school’s darling and the infamous delinquent being a couple.
FOR HOW LONG????
THEY DIDN’T EVEN SEEM LIKE THEY WERE DATING TO BEGIN WITH???
But then I remembered the whole “their-Stands-were-holding-each-other-as-they-passed-by” scene I witnessed months ago, and those times where she couldn’t hang out with me every lunch time. Because she’s with him during that period. And those bits made sense now given the context.
She still asked me why I was there because she was genuinely concerned. My stutters worsened more, face was burning with embarrassment, and my hands holding the gifts I had for her behind my back turned clammy.
I tried to navigate myself around the whole dilemma of appeasing her concerns while choosing the right words under the pressure of the delinquent’s solid gaze that was still piercing into my soul. Eventually, I hesitantly gave her the rose without the letter.
And even after my whole mess, she still smiled and accepted it.
After saying out goodbyes, they were on their way and I thought I could relax and be free to burst into bashful tears, but I physically tensed when that guy’s Stand fully manifested in its entirety.
Holy crap the thing’s so jacked it was scary. It had one arm around Y/N’s waist while the purple behemoth looked at me with an icy glare much like its user.  
Hence, here we are- me basking in the darkness of my room while my heart’s still recoiling from the reality of being utterly broken due to Y/N L/N’s sheer kindness and relationship status.
Ah great, I can’t see much now because my tears are clouding my vision.
Time to breakdown. Bye.
March 14, 1989
Wonder why that kid’s so flustered today. We’ve communicated with no problems the past days I knew him. Maybe it was because today was White Day and he’s shy? Most likely.
Though, I think a major contributor to his messy speech was Jotaro just being his slightly possessive self standing behind me, even though I told him countless time that the poor kid just needed a friend.
But I understood where he was coming from- he’s my secret boyfriend and he had to watch other boys give me gifts like I was still single. The teddy bear and roses were really sweet of him though. I still engrained the sight of his blushing cheeks and averted gaze in my mind when Star gave me the gifts on his behalf.
He took me out to a park as one last surprise gift. We saw the stars for a moment and then I stayed over at his place, to which he proceeded to rail me into oblivion, and now I’m here writing an entry into my diary while he continues to cutely snooze beside me.
Poor kid though. He must have been scared shitless yesterday. I think I’m gonna smooth things out with him when classes start again.
For now, I’m going to join Jotaro in his arms again and fall into dreamland with him.
 Until next time!
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An update, my dears.
You might have noticed I haven't been posting as much. I mean my own stuff, there's always enough Astarion/BG3 content on here to shove in my queue or just batch-reblog!
This has several reasons which I would like to shortly talk about, but I will keep it under the cut because I don't want to bother you all with my rambling too much.
Just know: I am still writing, I have several things cooking and still many more ideas.
Okay, so I'd like to touch on several things and be warned, this will probably be half a journal entry (I don't journal eveb... although I probably should...)
First: I am trying to prepare as much as possible for the Winter Holiday Challenge. Most of the prompts will probably be filled with drabbles because I wouldn't even remotely be able to manage all that if each prompt got like a 2-3k word fill. Secondly... it is hard. Like I want to write cute stuff and it really is not that easy I feel like to come up with twelve different things that have the same theme and have it be different enough. And I don't want to throw you some super uninspired shit. So, I try to go for shorter stuff that will make a somewhat coherent timeline for a winter month with Astarion and Tav.
Second: Christmas time is starting - I love this time of year but it is also pretty stressful all around. And that goes along with me still trying to balance everything.
Third: I feel my standards have been raised. Not saying that my writing has gotten better, but when I first started I just type-type-typed and then immediately hit post. I can't do that anymore. I need to edit - sometimes I give it several passes. Also most pieces have become so much longer than anticipated, one could say unnecessarily long, but I'm not sure about that (looking at you next chapter of "Stars that collide"). And I've noticed that I haven't necessarily been writing less but the process has evolved and looking back I can't even wrap my head around how I almost posted new writing at least like any other day...
All that being said: I have absolutely no intention to stop. But I probably will branch out in the future, maybe write other stuff too, try other projects - hoping to make this a permanent thing in my life.
Alright, that was long - hope you're still staying with me and enjoy my writing (if that's what you're here for!)
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