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#this has been in my drafts for like 2 months

unsanctioned-if · 2 days

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Update 26/04 - 2024

Hey everyone!

Here's the writing update for April. I've finished the first drafts of 2 backgrounds (aristocrat and nomad) and written a little less than half or so of the final background (scavenger).

This month hasn't been the best one writing-wise. My old laptop broke down and I lost a few hours worth of progress due to a saving-related issue. I've also struggled with writer's block and it was only around yesterday it started to ease up. It's frustrating to deal with, but something everyone who writes will likely encounter at some point or another. I try to remind myself of that when I feel like I'm not doing enough. Since writing has felt smoother yesterday and today, I'm hoping that I can finish up the first drafts completely by the end of April/beginning of May.

Things are slowly coming together and I'm just happy to be in a place where I'm in more of a flow again.

I plan to release 1 or 2 more character portraits in May and post another writing snippet along with more information about each background. I'm also working on answering some asks that I've left as drafts for now since they require more long and thought-out answers.

Thank you so much for the support and patience as always <3 see you in May!

#interactive fiction #unsanctioned #if #writing #update #writing update

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sagau-my-beloved · 1 year

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Death At The Hands Of A God Pt. 2

Warnings: general sagau, imposter au, light descriptions of violence/gore, you're resurrected after being killed (by Venti), not really angst but not really comfort or fluff either

Death was not as dark or empty as you had come to expect...

Was this death? Or maybe something in between—

Yes, that seemed like a better way to describe what you were experiencing, something in between real and unreal, existence and nothingness.

You couldn't think, see, feel, anything, as if you were simply a disembodied form of consciousness, waiting.

For what?

You didn't possess that answer, nor the ability to even contemplate the question. If you had the ability to think, you would have wondered briefly if this was what the characters you played as experienced when falling in battle, a void detached from both time and space.

This state of mere existence didn't last long, or, perhaps, it did. Perhaps it lasted many lifetimes, eons upon eons. It's not as if you would have recognized the difference, no different than how time passed when asleep.

You were pulled passively away, out of that void which welcomed you so, called for you, urged you to stay in its own impartial way. A call you didn't have the ability to respond to, as it simply wasn't your choice.

When you opened your eyes again you were met with something unfamiliar, the only hint of recollection stemming from a strong sense of déjà vu and nothing more.

It took you a moment to regain a sense of thought, of consciousness, remember that you were, in fact, an organic being even capable of having thoughts.

You blinked gently, taking in the scene before you, the soft breeze and wide planes spanning on for miles, the sparsely scattered trees, and the brief reflection of a river. You recognized it, in a way, and something in the back of your mind screamed that you were in danger, as if your subconscious knew of what your conscious self was trying so hard to remember.

It took but a second to move your head downward, your eyes finding themselves looking upon a kneeling form that seemed rather unaware of your presence, despite being directly beneath you. It took another moment for your brain to process what exactly you were seeing and why you felt so stricken with terror.

Oh.

Oh god.

As if having the air forcibly removed from your lungs, you felt the world around you collapse, instinctually bringing your hands up to your own throat where you last remembered feeling anything at all.

The sharp inhale is what caught his attention, what caused the previously silent archon, you had come to recognize as no other than your murderer, to raise his head in an unsure movement of fear and hope.

It was you, oh god, it was you.

The weight of every conceivable emotion that tangibly existed ran through his body, only an underlying inkling of self-restraint stopped him from lunging at your feet. He had been praying to you before your sudden appearance, begging for forgiveness, and what else could this be?

It had been only a month since your "passing", and Venti found himself engaging in ritualistic prayer every day since. It was the only thing that kept him sane with his past actions weighing on him constantly, a way to remind himself that you were still alive in spirit. While your mortal shell may be gone, the essence of the almighty creator would forever linger. It was only during these moments of prayer that Venti felt any semblance of the freedom he lost, the freedom he mourned, so he could pretend, if only for a moment, that everything was no different than how it was before that night.

The month had been the purest form of heavenly torture, and no amount of alcohol or sleep could distract him long enough to even pretend that all was well. His presence all but disappeared from the face of Teyvat, as he simply spent more time staring at one of your many shrines than breathing most days. The death of the creator, the murderer of an eternal god, a curse he alone had to bear the knowledge of.

His restraint broke quickly as you seemed to stumble backwards, creating more distance between the two of you than he was comfortable with.

"Your grace."

Felling your title on his tongue, feeling how it passed through his lips, he dreamed nightly of this moment, when he was able to dream of anything other than you so gracefully falling and the golden essence that seeped from your form where his arrow pierced it.

"You."

His heart fell, dropped down into his stomach, and shattered.

"You grace I—, I..."

Despite his seemingly endless internal thesaurus, the bards' mind drew a blank on what to say next.

What could be said? Was this not forgiveness? Was it not your will to grace him again with your presence after an agonizing month alone?

He didn't know you, not really, not personally. All he could attribute you to was the subtle feeling in the back of his mind, the strange whisper helping to guide his choices, the feeling of being watched over, before his mistake that is.

He knew of your legend, too. All the thousands of songs composed in your honor by heart, the unrelenting chattering of people carried by the wind when your name graced their lips. Every short story and unprovable myth about your existence prior, your power of creation and how you passed that power down to the mortals you created.

He knew the idea of you, no different than how his people knew the idea of Barbatos, though never truly him. Yet, as he looked upon you, past the fear, past your human vessel, there was a sense of deep familiarity that rang out and flooded his senses. A feeling that made him want nothing more than to simply know you, know everything unspoken and hidden beneath the layers of divinity, stay with you always and cherish every new piece of information, no matter how miniscule.

You glanced quickly to the left, thinking very carefully about simply making a run for it, wondering how much time you'd have before he could draw his bow and why he hadn't done so yet. Your body froze slightly at the thought, flashes of your prior life running through your mind and the unbridled fear they brought.

Venti seemed to pick up on your train of thought and couldn't stop himself from jumping into action at even the notion of more space being forced between you.

"I'm so so so sorry. I know I can't begin to repent, but please. I took care of the offender! You don't have to worry about them now—"

While rambling, Venti was inching ever closer to where you stood, trying to get close enough to safely grab on to any part of you and never let go. If he could just touch you, just secure the fact in his mind that you were alive.

Your mind was spinning with all the information, still not working at full capacity, muddled and hazy.

"Offender?" Was all you managed to choke out, wondering briefly if he was referring to your past life.

His face paled slightly at your tone. Did you really, truly not know the reason he was forced to—?

"The one in your throne, the one who took your place... The one who— who ordered your... death."

It hurt him to say the word, physically pained him, as if it was a blade caught in his throat, a harsh reminder of his transgressions.

"I— what?"

Venti had made it close enough to wrap his arms around your legs, clinging on for dear life as he reviled in feeling you, prepared to take any blows from your hand if only to stay there, it wasn't as if he didn't deserve it, and it would be blasphemy to deny anything you were gracious enough to give him.

You jumped at the sudden contact, but it was obvious he meant you no harm, though, that fact was particularly hard to convince your mind as it screamed at you to run away from the offender.

For a brief moment, the Venti you knew flashed in your mind as you felt his hands gripping the fabric of your clothes, clouded your vision with how often you used to admire him, back when this was all nothing more than a game. Just a simple game. The concept felt so foreign now.

You shifted your weight slightly and felt him hold on tighter. It took you a moment to realize he was crying, silent tears adorning his soft features.

What could you do? Was it even humanly possible to forgive something of this nature? Had any other being ever been faced with making this choice?

You had to clear your mind, ignore everything around you and focus on what you now knew. This was real, you were some figure of importance— or at the very least looked similar to one, and your death was ordered by someone who had control of even the gods of this world.

You looked down again at him, how he looked so desperate and utterly heartbroken, how he really believed himself to be the bearer of the ultimate transgression.

Without thinking, you moved your hand to his face, brushing your fingertips against the flushed skin, damp with tears. His eyes opened at your touch as he looked up at you, his hands moving from around your leg to your hand, grasping it tight as he held it to his face. This was certainly an odd form of comfort, if it could even be called that, but any touch from you was nothing but divine bliss for him.

Venti mumbled things against your skin now as he leaned into your touch, his eyes closing again, as if in prayer. He spoke breathy promises of love, devotion, and repentance, of an infinity without pain or sorrow under his watch, how he'd spend his entire immortal life by your side if you'd allow it, making up for his grave sin.

The few words you caught only led to a growing concern. This wasn't the carefree and playful bard you knew, nor was it the caring but serious god who loved his nation, this was something else entirely, something desperate and zealous, something dangerous...

You started to wonder how long it would take for you to regret your inevitable resurrection when faced with an immortal god who would not live to see you part from him again…

#genshin impact #genshin venti #sagau #genshin x reader #venti x reader #yandere genshin au #yandere genshin x reader #sagau impostor au #this has been in my drafts for like 2 months #and i decided to finish it on a whime #so not great but at least it's no longer in my drafts and i can write other things #anyway hi howdy #it's been a second huh #part 2 of me not being able to write dialogue ever yippy #it's finals next week y'all #I'm about to be free

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sa1808fi · 4 months

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I don’t think this has been mentioned, but has anyone thought about the way Rex and his ‘tough’ aesthetic kind of contrasts with Apocalypseburg's ideas on what being tough look and act like?

Like if you compare the two, there is a big difference in the way the two look, and I guess act as well.

With the Apocalypseburgers, they mostly stick to a brown color palette, and kind of have a steampunk/gangster vibe to them? (I don't know how to describe it). They also don't seem to look as 'cleaned' up, more like trying to show off their supposed toughness by looking all roughed up and like they've been in a fight (tbh they probably were).

Rex also goes along with the darker aesthetic (Since that's basically the stereotype for toughness), but less of the exaggerated rough dirtiness the Apocalypseburgers have, and edging more onto the sleek and sci-fi side. The dark blue and bright green accents also contribute to it, making him seem much more cleaned up (and I guess futuristic?(ha)) compared to the Apocalypseburgers.

I guess the way Apocalypseburg do their hair is also really distinctive. It kinda has a punk rock feel to it? Mohawks, tied up, or just long and messy (I could be leaving some out but that's the general ~vibe~).

Not too sure how to describe Rex and his hairstyle, because I would assume it's something that (If we're talking real-world rules) he would have to grow out from his 'Emmet' hairstyle, and it's a lot more -I wanna say- fluffy?

Apocalyspseburgers also have-like- an excessive amount of accessories, with all the heavy metal shoulder pads, spikes, or metal accents to their clothes. It gets just a bit obnoxious at times like they're trying just a bit too hard to fit in (But it works anyway). And besides, that makes it hard to do things sometimes because of the overwhelming amount of just straight-up metal on them at all times.

Rex... see for him I like to think that he has an absurd amount of weapons on his person, but he hides them well so you don't really notice them unless you know where they are (It's like that Lego Batman scene where Batman just pulls out a whole ass bazooka when going through security check), and he just has the most random things that actually end up being really useful (Plot device, also... a lot like Emmet). So he doesn't have as many accessories as an Apocalypseburgian, but still has a few things here and there.

I guess in the end it's really just Rex wanting to develop that tough personality that he was pushed into, but in a way that still sets him apart from Apocalypseburg since he has so many bad memories and experiences in that place (Also he just straight up hates all of them).

#rex dangervest #the lego movie #the lego movie 2 #lego movie #lego movie 2 #DOES THIS MAKE SENSE??#DO-DO YOU GET THE VIBES #just a bit of an observation #this has been in my drafts for like 2 months #the joy of posting it #I might expand on this a bit more #who knows #saffi's rambles

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quillpokebiology · 10 months

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Hatterene Facts

(Art by oemmtoru in Danbooru)

-The genus name for the Hatterene line is "Fascinus petasus" which roughly translates to "Enchanting hat"

-Hatterene is closely related to the Gardevoir and Gallade line; both species can detect human emotions, and they both can sense the emotional state of others. The reason that Gardevoir and Hatterene respond so differently to emotions (with Gardevoir appreciating them and Hatterene avoiding them) was because they shared a common ancestor that had to branch out due to changing habitats. The Gardevoir line grew closer to humans and feeding off of emotions, while the Hatterene line evolved away from humans and used their emotion sensing to detect danger

-Hatterene will make “brews” of berry juice by making bowls out of tree branches and leaves, putting water in the bowls, and mashing berries into them, while stirring it with their tentacle. Because of this, many trainers often give their Hatterenes yogurt as a replacement for this

-In ancient Galar, people who would own Hatterene would be suspected of being witches. A lot of Hatterene trainers fled to Unova to avoid persecution, but they were killed their; along with their Hatterenes

-Hatterene will often have groups of young Impidimp working for them. They punish them by hitting them with their tentacle

-While easy to spot, a lot of people still don't notice. Hatterne's body is actually very small, and it's so tall because of its strong hair keeping it up

-There's a myth of Hatterene who was stuck in a tower, and many prince Pokemon would travel to save her. But they would soon find out that she wasn't stuck, and spread that myth herself so that she could lure in her prey easier (one of my fav Hatterene myths tbh)

-In a lot of myths, Hatterene's hair is the thing that gives it its psychic energy. The old practice of burning one's hair after cutting it came from the belief that a Hatterene would steal it for its magic

-The idea for witch hats came from Hatterene. Another fun thing though is that there's actually super cool history on witch hats, and I'm trying my best not to info dump here. I'll link a video explaining Hatterene and witch hats at the end of the post!

-There's a regional varriant of Hatterene who lives in a sunnier climate and has 4c hair instead of silky hair

-Some Hatterene can be trained as service pokemon to help people with sensory issues

(Art by kihachisu)

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galaxgay · 3 months

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i think the thing that bothers me about a portion of the fandom misrepresenting Aziraphale's trauma is that the way Aziraphale acted in the final fifteen is so real. Trauma has pushed me to do stuff like that- to deny and push away what I truly want (and hurt people i care for most) for a false perception of safety and to be almost excited for it.

Regardless of whether or not Aziraphale simply didnt articulate his ideas with Crowley or not, his inability to accept the toxicity of Heaven is a huge piece of trauma and in a weird way, a common stage of healing.

If 18 year old me, and 23 year old me had a conversation about our trauma and how to handle it, I think it would've gone the same way that Crowley and Aziraphale's converstion went (minus the romance ofc 💀)

I think some would have preferred Aziraphale to act out a romanticized version of Trauma- that the kiss would undo all of Aziraphale's worries and misconceptions and they'd just be free. But i feel that would cheapen it all.

I think the final fifteen was exactly what it needed to be.

#this has been in my drafts for like a month #good omens #crowley #aziraphale #aziracrow #ineffable husbands #ineffable idiots #good omens 2 #final fifteen

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ajaxpilled · 4 months

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relationship weight is so cute bc im just thinking about childe straddling wriothesley in the morning,, the two having a lil lie in on the weekend

bending down as he presses little kisses to the sleepy boxer's face before sitting up to rub his tummy the way he likes it; running his thumb along the strip of exposed midriff where his t-shirt has rucked up before gently smoothing his palm over the pliant softness, pressing his palm in with warm pressure

and he's like “hmm you've gotten kinda chubby,,”

“it's bulking season.”

“you always say that...”

cue childe being thrown forcefully off of the bed,,

#hello i am Back just to post this little brain worm #it was in my drafts from forever ago but it has been on my mind again #i haven’t played gen in like 2-3 months tho i must get back into it </33 i used to consider 3 days without it a long time

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legendary-guest · 25 days

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Say it with Flowers

Drakken and Shego are talking about one thing or another. Maybe it's the subject of their relationship, their feelings, their future. In a vulnerable moment for him, the petals make their debut. He's irritated, but defeated in this moment, so he leaves them. Maybe he sits down if they're standing or turns away.

Whatever it is, Shego's there, wry smirk, glint of mischief in her eye, and something else. She reaches up to pick a petal off.

"He loves me." Then another. "He loves me not."

He just watches her, mouth slightly agape. She doesn't look at him whilst she is doing this, her mischievous look softening to gentleness.

"He loves me not." There is one last petal left around his neck. She looks at him in anticipation.

He just stares at her in awe, processing this whole little game she's played - the fact that she said - she said he loves her and he loves her not and...

"He loves you." He responds, then winces, corrects himself.

"I-I mean - I - I love you! I...I love you, Shego."

#drakgo #drakken #shego #kim possible #legendary thoughts #fanfic outline #Had this idea for a very long time #Surprised to see it has not really been used #I love strange moments like this #As well as the Loves Me Loves Me Not Game #A take on a Post-Graduation confession #Graduation Part 2 #Edit right after posting despite having this in the drafts for days and the idea in my head for months #Think of a title for it/joke/whatever #Say it with Flowers

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yecju · 7 months

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fucking into his cute, pretty boy-cunt . . watching him squirm and mewl, practically shrieking when your thumb goes to his sensitive clit and begins to rub his cute nub. and then there’s the “good boy” that slips from your mouth, making him cum almost instantly around your cock. you just feel so good inside him and your praise makes him go dumb ):

AETHER, Heizou, Xiao, Wanderer, Tighnari, [ M! ] Ganyu

#yeo writes #::#genshin thirst #genshin x male reader #m!reader #dom!reader #—#i really like anemo boys if that wasn’t obvious #this has been stuck in my drafts for 2 months . .

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shifter-au · 2 years

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SEQUEL START!!

<-Previous (needed for some context!) Next (coming probably soon!)->

PREQUEL

alright, here we go…! If you are seeing this posted, it means I have finally stitched together what some may call a resemblance of a storyline for this comic. (If you want, make sure to check out the asks Tag on this blog for kind of a lot of context and complimentary information!)

((it should also be noted that the art style will probably change a little from here on out, as I try to retain my sanity by simplifying, and as wilwoo helps make these 😎✌️))

#comics!#papyrus #flowey #gerson #undertale art #flowey wrong for that tbh papyrus hardly gets any sleep. what an asshole #ok pls don’t get disappointed if I maybe don’t finish this I’ll try my best to though!!#this has legit been in my drafts for like 2 months #dw this is still gonna be papyrus centered despite how this first page looks

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rosedominatesyou · 1 month

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My friend on the phone: “I can’t die. I’m a god. Nothing can kill me.”

Her right afterwards: “These take 4 minutes to microwave? I can’t wait that long, I’ll die.”

Me: “I thought you said you can’t die?”

Her: “….oh, yeah - right.”

#mine #miro posting again #sillyposting #this has been in my drafts for ages #but in t4t years that’s actually just like 2 months

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