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bardicbird · 1 month

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Working on my own Disco Elysium skills! Individual art pieces and descriptions (in the style of the game) below the cut :]

DIALECTICS

Examine verbal landscapes. Get to the truth of the matter.

Cool for: Logicians, Philosophers, Asshole Devil’s Advocates

Dialetics urges you to look beyond the basics of conversation. It encourages you to discuss theories, truths and falsehoods, until you exhaust everyone around you with your sheer affinity for taking the most convoluted routes to your deductions—but, hey, it works! Those people are only *really* annoyed because you very accurately psychoanalyzed them.

At high levels, Dialectics will help you reason with even the most convoluted of situations. You will be an unstoppable detective, who may occasionally suffer from some unintended side effects such as: your brain and mouth moving too fast, overcomplicating little things, becoming an insufferable jerk, and joining your local debate team. With low levels of Dialectics, you’re going to have a difficult time seeing through both worldly and interpersonal deceptions. You may find yourself being taken advantage of.

EVOCATION

Recall emotions and imagery. Paint complete pictures of the past.

Cool for: Visualizers, Chronic Observers, Witnesses Of Crimes

Evocation allows you to call forth memories that may otherwise be lost in the recesses of your mind. Previous instances of sound, touch, taste, feeling, sight—all of these are at your beck and call: able to be summoned within and around you in a great miasma of experience. You will be able to relive important events, even those that were only mere seconds, and examine them closer to reveal what you couldn’t comprehend in the moment.

At high levels, Evocation will help you reimagine scenes that may have happened years ago, lasted the length of a blink—or, perhaps, even allow you to picture memories that you were not present for. You will find yourself constantly transported to the past: a single whiff of a familiar perfume enough to completely derail your senses. With low levels of Evocation, you’re going to have a hard time remembering simple conversations and potentially important visual details. You will have to rely on others in such scenarios.

BODY OF LAWS

Know your rights. Remember fun courtroom trivia.

Cool for: Lawyers, Law-Evaders, Stick-In-The-Muds

Body Of Laws is responsible for your ability to follow the law at any given time—or don’t! Just because you know the rules doesn’t mean you have to play by them. Regardless, it certainly allows you to recall a, frankly, embarrassing amount of your government’s regulations, and may encourage you to ‘stay in your lane’, so to speak, regarding them. Governments aren’t the only entities that enact rules, though: you will also find yourself privy to understanding unspoken boundaries set by people, nature, and even your subconscious self.

At high levels, Body Of Laws will either make you an *extremely* insufferable goody-two-shoes, or a *wildly* effective cheat-of-the-system. You may end up feeling suffocated by all these restrictions you can so clearly see, causing you to become complicit with the movings of the machine—or potentially apathetic to why we need some of these restrictions in the first place. With low levels of Body Of Laws, you may find yourself accidentally violating boundaries you didn’t know existed—whether they be legal, personal, or cultural.

#WOW the quality is. Yikes. maybe i’ll fix that later idk i can’t be bothered #i have ideas for most of the rest of my skills which im very excited abt but i wanna finish up the logic set first #VERY excited for the one abt eloquent/charismatic speaking which is either going to be called loquacity or purple prose haven’t decided #leaning towards purple prose bc yknow. I’m a writer.#can you tell i love em dashes. can you tell.#EDIT: okay i played around w quality a little u might need to click for better bc its tumblr. also i still wanted to keep it a little #-crunchy. lmao #disco elysium art #disco elysium #disco elysium skills #my art #100+

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defectivehero · 2 months

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Please write about a nb hero who is big on "not owing anyone money" and "its my problem and weight, let me carry it" and "please let me pay u back" and "its your money even if you spend it on me"

And a nb snarky millionaire (by evil methods) villain who is obsessed with their hero and is like "let me spoil u bbg" and *casually throws money around for hero* and very big on "I WOULD DO ANYTHING FOR U" but hero is too fucking dense to actually believe rhe villain.

this snippet completely spiraled out of my control (as most things do).

It all started with that damned news article. In hindsight, perhaps the hero shouldn't have been as forthcoming as they were. But, they wanted the world to know that the life of a hero wasn't always glamorous. They just... didn't expect for the journalist to capitalize on the single remark they made, the single huff of laughter they let out when asked about the wages. Days later, when the article released, the hero was stunned.

Heroism: A Thankless Job

The hero remembers the dread coiling in their chest as they opened the newspaper to find the article, apprehension increasing as they digested the information. That picture of their apartment complex... they don't remember consenting to release that information. Granted, the journalist kept them as a nameless, anonymous hero. But, it wouldn't take a huge leap in logic to connect the dots—to find the building's tenants and cross-reference those names with the hero agencies nearby. The hero just hoped an average reader wouldn't take the incentive to do something like that. They spent the rest of that day struggling to keep their paranoia at bay. It took them a while to fall asleep that night.

Fortunately, they slept well and their anxieties seemed to fade. The hero stumbled through their morning routine and opened their front door an hour later, ready to greet the day, only to nearly trip on a package. They had frowned and taken the package inside, unable to shake the recognition that they hadn't ordered anything to be delivered. Upon opening the package, they found a single unmarked envelope. Their jaw had dropped to the floor once they found the bills inside—an amount more than their typical paychecks.

Little did the hero know, this would be far from the last time they received an unmarked package with a far too generous, entirely unexplained gift inside. At first, the gifts were just small things: a collection of medical grade bandages and antiseptic, a new sweater after they spilled coffee on theirs at work, a care package with things like cough medicine and tissues that appeared the day they got sick. The hero was still profoundly uncomfortable with the idea of some mysterious benefactor providing them with these things, but at least the packages were small. The magnitude of the first gift hadn't been matched since, and the hero couldn't help but feel grateful.

Amidst their hero work and their daily life, the hero found their mind quickly returning to the question of their gift-giver's identity. It had to be someone they interacted with fairly often, considering the far too accurate timing of several of the gifts. One time could be dismissed as a mere coincidence; a box of cough medicine a mere hour after they found themself bedridden, however... That is an entirely different story.

The gifts continue, but, thankfully, they are small in scale. The hero still feels horribly guilty about being entirely unable to pay this person back, but there's almost nothing they can do. Their benefactor clearly doesn't want to make themself known, and that's fine. Really, it is.

Until there is another envelope. This time, their mystery patron doesn't bother concealing their gift within a package. Instead, the hero opens their mailbox to find an unmarked burgundy envelope. Dread coiling in their chest, they look around—foolishly hoping that their gift giver would somehow have a change of heart and decide to show themself—before heading back inside. The hero sits on their sofa and takes a deep breath, before opening the envelope with care.

What they see is enough to make their hands tremble and their grip falter, allowing the envelope to slip down to the floor. They hold their present in disbelief.

It's a check—for more money than they could possibly fathom having. This sum is so large that the hero wouldn't have to work another day in their life. They would be able to live comfortably without earning so much as a single penny on their own.

The thought sickens them. "I can't accept this," the hero breathes aloud. They look down at their apartment's hardwood flooring as if it will give them the answers they're looking for.

"I don't recall asking you to." The hero jumps, looking up to find the villain standing before them. How they got there, the hero doesn't have the faintest idea. They blink at them for a moment, wondering how they didn't connect the mysterious gifts to the villain sooner. Their enemy has always had access to extremely high-tech weaponry and state of the art medicine (judging from their utter lack of scars despite their numerous fights); not to mention, they've had an inexplicable disregard for finances for as long as the hero can remember. It's all beginning to make sense now.

The villain takes a step closer and the hero remembers their remark. "I'm serious," they say with a frown. "Why are you doing this? Do you want me to owe you? ...Is that what this is? Want to, I don't know, kick me while I'm down? You're such a good person, helping the needy." The latter statement is spoken with venom.

"No, of course not," The villain argues.

"Then why?" The hero repeats, the volume of their voice rising as they get more frustrated. They take a deep breath and clench their fist at their side. They're still holding the check in their other hand, and despite the fact that it's nearly weightless, they can feel a pressure pushing their hand down. "And, more importantly, how in the hell did you get this much money?" The hero hears themself ask.

"Don't ask questions you don't want the answers to," the villain says lightly. There's a darkness to their eyes that suggests the hero should cease this line of questioning. They take another deep breath.

"You're assuming I'll just... accept this," the hero realizes aloud. That familiar itching feeling is rising to meet their skin, and they're becoming less convinced that they should stop it.

"Perhaps."

The hero blinks at them once, twice. The villain refuses to break eye contact; their gaze almost urging them to do it—to use their powers to turn the check to ash. The hero gives into the flames prickling along their skin and summons their fire in the palm of their hand. It will only take a moment, maybe two, for the bottom of the paper to char. From there, it will only be a matter of time. The hero watches in anticipation.

...But nothing happens.

"Did you really think I'd be foolish enough to give you a check you could just burst into flame?"

The hero stares ahead blankly, their ears ringing. The villain's expression blurs into a twisted smile. A figment of their imagination or reality? The hero hears their breaths, ragged and half-panicked in their ears.

"I don't understand," the hero repeats hollowly. They don't understand anything that's happening—anything that happened that led them to this very moment, standing before the villain and holding a check that their enemy gave them.

"You don't have to understand," the villain says, crossing their arms over their chest. "I'm not asking you to understand. Hell, I'm not asking you to do anything. I'm ordering you to cash this check."

The hero's tongue is ironed to the roof of their mouth. Even if they desired to speak, they don't think they'd be able to.

The villain notices their speechlessness and sighs. "I didn't want things to come to this, but..." They break off. "As I predicted, you're stubborn as hell, and self-sacrificing to a fault." The hero doesn't have the energy to be offended or outraged.

"So," the villain drawls, their arm falling to their side quickly. The hero blinks and they're suddenly being held at gunpoint. "Go to your bank. Now." The hero suspects the weapon is more than a gun—and they don't care to find out just what it can do. It appears they really have no choice. The villain is forcing their hand.

An hour later, the hero is walking out of the bank with sunken shoulders. "There," the villain says, clapping a hand on their shoulder and leading them out of the building. "That wasn't so hard, now, was it?" Upon closer examination, the villain's weapon is nowhere in sight—as if it simply vanished in thin air. The unlikely pair walks down the street and heads back to the hero's car. The hero ignores the domesticity of it all, securing their seatbelt over themself. The villain doesn't seem keen to wear their seatbelt, so the hero reaches across and buckles their rival's seatbelt for them before they can object.

"I'll transfer the money back to you tomorrow," the hero announces as they're driving down the street, back towards their apartment. Their eyes are locked on the road, yet they somehow know that the villain's gaze is fixated on them with frightening focus.

"We both know you won't," the villain hums with certainty. The hero hates that they're right, hates that their rival can read them so damn easily. Their hands tighten around the steering wheel and the rest of the ride is suffocated with a horrible silence.

When the hero arrives back home, they can't shake the realization that the villain seems deeply pleased. They say as much to their enemy, who hums.

"Of course I'm pleased," the villain says, "If I knew this was all it would take to get you to accept a much-needed gift, I would've done it eons ago."

The hero takes a deep breath, struggling not to cry. It's been a long day, and they're reaching their limit. "I think you've humiliated me enough today," they announce. "Can you leave?" Please, the hero thinks to themself.

"I suppose," the villain sighs dramatically. They take one step to the door, then another. Just before their hand can clasp the doorknob, the hero feels one last objection fall from their lips.

"That money could go to far more deserving people and causes," the hero chokes out. They're choking on their own pride, choking on the simultaneous acknowledgment that they need money and the horrible knowledge that almost no one in their situation has an out like the one they were just presented with.

The villain turns around to face them, clearly moments away from rolling their eyes. "Do I look like a philanthropist to you?" The hero shakes their head, their throat burning. Their enemy nods in confirmation and turns back around. They twist the doorknob and tug the door open.

"You deserve nice things, you know." The villain's parting remark is murmured so quietly that the hero convinces themself they imagine it. The hero watches their front door close and waits a few moments before locking it. They turn around, their back to the door, and slide down to the ground with their head in their hands.

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yikesharringrove · 9 months

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"Are you sure it isn't weird?" Steve sat forward, his hands tucked under his legs, looking down past his dangling feet to the ground below them.

It was cool up on the tree branch, the summer months beginning to lighten into autumn.

"I don't think so. I mean, we don't have to," Billy said. He was sitting right next to Steve, their legs pressed together.

"It's just practice, right?" Steve finally looked at Billy, blinking at him slowly. "It doesn't really count."

"No, I think it only counts if it's with a girl."

Steve knew that wasn't true. If it only counted when boys and girls kissed, his dad wouldn't get so mad over boys kissing other boys in the city.

"Okay," Steve said, smiling at Billy. "We need to be good at kissing if we're gonna get girlfriends this year."

Seventh grade was, in fact, an important year. The girls in Steve's class were only getting prettier, and he had started to notice them more and more.

"Close your eyes," Billy said. "That's how they do it in movies."

Steve closed his eyes, and he felt Billy's breath against his face before he felt Billy's lips against his.

Steve wasn't really sure how it was supposed to feel, how he was supposed to feel. But he knew he liked it.

The wind rustled the still-green leaves in the tree around them.

They pulled apart.

"How was that?" Steve asked. "Was it okay? I didn't really know what to do."

Billy grinned at him.

"Me neither."

#harringrove #yikes writes #steve harrington #billy hargrove #something very short and very sweet #I got an anon MONTHS ago with a bunch of ideas and I've decided to write all/most of them :) because they were all wonderful #and the best thing to shake off writers' block is avoiding actual work i need ot do

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makeoutstopcrime · 1 year

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the way tim’s entire hand cradles lucy’s head oh I’m about to lose it

#the rookie #chenford #the rookie spoilers #tim bradford #lucy chen #tim x lucy #this looks like a renaissance painting #I’m going insane over not having them back for 5+ months #and probably longer with the writer’s strike #I support the writers 1000000%#I remember the 07 strike #I was deep in my bones fandom days and YIKES was there some fallout on that show from the strike #whatever happens we will make it!!!

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anantaru · 1 year

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reminder that i don‘t do requests, you can guilt trip me as much as you want i do not care, you‘re just an asshole if you do this and i‘m certainly not a content machine. I post a lot because my writing is very self indulgent and writing helps me calm my body down after a tiring day full of work and being out. don‘t send requests. respect me.

#yikes yikes #i got like 8 today #i get a lot of asks during the way but damn #and the guilt tripping makes me uncomfortable #be nice to me = i will be nice to you #it‘s that easy #writers are not content machines here for your entertainment #ଘ( ິ•ᆺ• )ິଓ announcements'

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jessnxtdoor · 2 years

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Tell me you don't understand appropriate workplace conduct without telling me you don't understand appropriate workplace conduct.

#yikes #snl #try guys #gross #wonder if the writer of this sketch went to yale #ned fulmer #this aint it

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jangmo-othewarrior · 3 months

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most people writing fics: Hello! Here's this nice, decently long fic with a mix of fluff, angst, and a little bit of spice~

Me: look u get a unfinished found family and existential, transformation-based body horror AU or u get nothing at all

#I wish I could write literally anything else #but this is legit my MO #like I looked at my current catalog and YIKES #a03 writer #ao3 writer #archive of our own #fanfiction #fanfiction writing #a03 fanfic #a03 fic #fanfics #ao3 #fanfic #ao3 stuff #ao3 fanfic #A03 #a03

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historias-multorum · 7 months

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IMPORTANT

Yeah hi I'm off line but I need to bring this to attention:

DO NOT USE THIS PICCREW THE CREATOR IS EXTREMELY TRANSPHOBIC. I did translate what their rules were and they flat out say no trans and that's not good. Pictures under read more okay that's my PSA spread the word plz

#Your writer is the Ghost(OOC)#It's true and you should say it more often(PSA)#BIG YIKES

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wiccanweir · 2 years

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rewatching the fear pocket universe episode and i realized something - i don't think benny is really afraid of the robot dentist.

maybe he was, on some childlike level, but what really stood out to me is that the robot is completely immune to benny's magic. and i think that's what he's really afraid of, the idea that one day there'll be a villain between him and his friends and he'll be completely powerless to protect them - or even try to. and i think evelyn was trying to portray that through the lens of this childhood fear of benny's while still being inconspicuous about it, because at the end of the day they're still family and as much as she wants to teach all three of them a lesson, she still has a soft spot for her grandson and doesn't want to scare him with the truth.

#maybe everyone else has caught on to this #but theres just one post i saw awhile ago that said they wished benny had like. an actual fear #and not a freaking robot dentist #which! i totally agree actually- i think the writers could've done a lot better than that.#but i still think it fits as a choice for evelyns character as it is #also going back to that one post about how everyone in mbav thinks theyre in a different genre of tv #this episode really hit me over the head with that idea. like on one hand sarahs having a whole breakdown about her morality/lack of #meanwhile benny is ravaging a bunch of somehow fresh fries and fighting a nonsensical robot dentist #just. yikes idk #rae rambles #my babysitter's a vampire #my babysitters a vampire #mbav #benny weir #ethan morgan #mbav bethan #sarah mbav #bethan

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devildom-moss · 2 months

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I’m going to be late on today’s post. Sorry! I’m already at 3k words, and I can’t imagine I’ll be able to finish the request before 9pm, even without breaks. TT^TT

Edit: writing Simeon’s part took me forever (to be honest, my brain is a little foggy). So I’m going to aim to get the new request (MC giving flowers to the others) up tomorrow afternoon/evening, but I guess that kinda works, since it is a bit Valentine’s Day-ish.

#moss update #ugh we’re not even half way through the month and I’m already falling behind. big yikes #but I don’t want to rush it and have it suck either sooo #….sad.#guys this post is probably going to be around 5k words #and I’m such a slow writer. I swear.#ya boy picks their words so carefully and goes back to restudy information

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ladygreywritesstuff · 3 months

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WIP Round-Up

Ty @aislingdmdt for the tag!

Tagging anyone who'd like to play!

rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it!

Game of Thrones/ASOIAF WIPs

Falsehoods -- a re-telling of True or False from Roose's PoV (Roose Bolton x OC of House Frey

Aftercare -- sequel to Therapy (Roose Bolton x Fat Walda Frey)

Untitied trilogy of three intersecting stories:

Sprung from Good Seed -- Barristan Selmy x Perriane Frey fic that begins during the Greyjoy Rebellion and extends to the end of ASOIAF

Above the Rest -- Jason Mallister x OC, overlapping timeline with Sprung from Good Seed

Family, Duty, Honor -- Brynden "Blackfish" Tully x OC of House Frey, overlapping timeline with Sprung from Good Seed

What Storms May Blow -- Barristan Selmy X OC of House Frey, I started this in 2017 and it is probably 80% done. I'd really like to finish it!

Stardew Valley

She Walks by Moonlight -- werewolf AU, Marlon, Gil, Farmer story narrated by Gunther

Kink -- one-shot follow-up to Dig Deep featuring Marlon/Riley.

Stardrop -- Marlon/Riley one-shot for Lilyy on GFS. Marlon gets Riley a Stardrop for her birthday.

Untitled Sequel to Dig Deep -- Several years after the events of Dig Deep, Linus passes away and Marlon and Riley help guide Gil through his grieving

Untitled Wizard fic -- OC Natasha comes to Pelican Valley to work as the editor of the new paper, the Pelican Times. Same universe as Dig Deep. Natasha explores the more supernatural storylines of SDV as Riley doesn't have a supernatural bone in her body. Rivals to lovers trope featuring Wizard x Natasha

Special Ballot -- Marnie/Willy fic. Willy teaches Marnie how to fish, Lewis gets jealous and raises the taxes on the beach, making it impossible for Elliott and Willy to live and work there. There's only one thing Marnie can do -- run for Mayor in the next election.

One Weekend in Spring -- Leah needs a fake boyfriend to attend Kel's wedding with her. Who better than Elliott?

Good Soup -- Jodi/Gus fic. Jodi and Kent divorce. Jodi takes a job helping Gus in the kitchen. Romance ensues.

Untitled Pam redemption fic -- Pam finishes a rehab program in Zuzu City and decides not to return to Pelican Town feeling she is too much of a burden on Penny. Pam moves to Castle Village and buys a small horse ranch. She rents off various parts of the property in order to make mortgage payments, and finds a companion in the widower who rents the old barn for his woodworking endeavours.

Rings of Power

Respite -- either Elendil/Reader or Elendil/OC, takes place after the fall of Numenor as Elendil is establishing the kingdom of Arnor

#ladygreywrites #WIP #writer asks #yikes

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