i don't know why but some of the words on these pages are different

slavic languages gothic

You see a sentence written in cyrillic. Some of the letters are familiar. You see the meaning shimmering underneath the surface. You almost grasp it, but it slips away. The letters on the page mock you silently.

You know this Czech word. You’ve already learnt it in Polish. It is not the same word. It is a grave insult. Your slavic friends are shocked and embarassed for you when they hear you speak it.

There is a sentence in Croatian. There is a sentence in Serbian. There is a sentence in Bosnian. They are all the same sentence.

You have to write about your day in Slovak. You spend the night polishing the draft. You fail your assigment. It’s written in Czech. You don’t know Czech.

P is not what it seems. You have to remember that.

The Croatian sentence does not mean what the Bosnian sentence means. They both mean the same in Serbian.

That word has a diminutive. The diminutive has its own diminutive. The diminutive of the diminutive also has a diminutive. Nobody knows what the final diminutive of a word is. Some say the knowledge had been lost in centuries past and matrioshkas are the echo, the tangible warning left for us to remember. No living creature should hold the means of diminishing something into nonexistence.
Others say you may still find some of them in old soviet textbooks, if you dare to look in abandoned schools of Chernobyl.

Someone is speaking to you. Is that a he or a she? You aren’t sure. It’s an abstract concept. Why does it have gender.

You see a word in a dictionary. It has seventeen letters and only one vowel. You close the dictionary very carefully not looking at the phonetic transcription. The shape of it haunts you in your sleep. You wake up face damp with tears, a bitter taste on your tongue. The clock blinks 3:03AM. You do not dare look up that word again.

This word means the same thing in the five slavic languages you’re familiar with. You use it in the sixth one. That word does not exist in this language. It never did. There is now a word-shaped void in the fabric of this language. The natives look at you uneasily. There is a new quality to the silence and your palms start to sweat.

H is not H. H is not H. H is not H. H is not H.

One day you flip through your dictionary. A page is missing. What was the word? You can’t remember. There is pressure building at the back of your head. The clock blinks 3:03AM.

You write my name is in cyrillic. There are shadows dancing on the walls. They grow longer with each letter you write down. It is not cyrillic you’re using. You keep writing my name is. The shadows now bleed from the tip of your pen. It’s irrelevant. You need to remember the right letters.

N is not N is not N is not N is not N is not N is not N is not N is not N is not N is not N is not… If only you could remember the letters. The letters are important. What was it, that wasn’t N?

There are nine different prefixes you can add to a verb to change its meaning. There are fifty three different suffixes you have to add to a verb to make it work. In the end the only thing left of the original is a vague shape of one of its middle consonants. You can feel the anguish radiating from the verb’s mutialted form. A desperate sob escapes through your clenched teeth. You’re so, so sorry, you didn’t meant to. You didn’t. It doesn’t matter.

You now read a text in Russian. You’ve never learnt Russian. Why are you reading that text? The words burn your eyes, the meaning searing your mind.

There’s a shot of vodka in front of you. You don’t drink alcohol. You don’t care. All existence is meaningless, your soul’s in eternal pain. A broken matrioshka lays at your feet. There is no salvation, she says boring into your eyes. You open your mouth to answer, but there is only a burst of harsh rustle. It dies in whispering echoes a moment later. Your glass is empty again.

anonymous asked:

Hi, 7goodangel. I am here to ask you about PaperJam as a shy, smol and innocent being (mainly thegreatrouge made him be). There has been some conflicts regarding his trait. Some said his canonical personality is a jerk, like what you wrote in his bio / info and some said that is severely wrong and being shy, (which made him shipped with Fresh), is his canonical personality. What are your thoughts about this? I mean, it is your character and people are taking control of it. Don't you disagree?

Well… I have talked to people and seen public conversations and this has happened several times to me over months. I guess I’ve gotten a little numb to it now… or maybe it’s due to school that I haven’t given it the attention that it deserves. Probably due to school. 

I just can’t update constantly like others - even though some others in school were and are able to update constantly. I can’t keep going around and holding up my bio of PJ and police people. It’s exhausting to me… it really takes up the small bit of free time I have. 

I think after I get a solid job that I’ll be able to go around better… but anyway - back to your question. 


While I love seeing interpretations and do not want people to be limited by something and have their imaginations go forth… it’s proving that a huge con comes with that mentality - which you have pointed out. A lot of people swear that PJ is the cute, innocent interpretation that really, did get PJ popular in the first place. While I did have him as a jerk from the beginning - I kinda kept that info to my RP blog - so you could say it is my fault this is all happening and I do think that. I could of done something to make it not as bad as it is now… 

It’s just like the NSFW stuff… people just assume the first thing and run with it. And it really does make me feel like I really am not needed for my own character at points. 

It’s a struggle - I don’t want to have people stop interpreting PJ within AUs… but I also don’t want people to just see him as an innocent child to ship with Fresh. 

And I’m still trying to find the best solution to it. 

But… I feel like the damage is already done. It’s too late for me to talk to all of these people going around swearing on their life that PJ is canoncally like Rouge’s interpretation/AUs. It feels like an hopeless battle to me. 

And I guess I needed someone to ask me this question so then I can fully say my thoughts on this. 

So in short, while I love creativity and don’t want to snuff it out (considering some people would probably think I’m doing that already with saying “No Sin”), I still don’t like it. It irritates me, irks me, frustrates me, and I feel like even as the person who thought of PJ in the first place, my voice isn’t enough. Communities seem like they don’t care about artists unless they reach a ‘certain goal of popularity’ or seem like they have a more professional style of art. I know I do not reach either of those titles. 

People misspell my username all the time - I actually claimed ‘7goodangle’ on tumblr for that reason.

People still say “I’m too lazy to find who made PJ” when they clearly mentioned they looked at the bio on the wiki. 

People still go around arguing others on the canon ship of OmniPJ and swearing that FreshPaper is the true canon ship, when all people are pointing out is that they need to keep the canon ship in mind when going around with information.

Even just basic personality traits… and these things are happening on sites that I do not nor want an account for. 

I still want others to have fun - to be happy; but I don’t know… I guess I’m cutting out my own happiness to get everyone else happy? I want to eventually write a version of PJ within his own universe and story… and he is more like the version I created within the UT verse. Not exact - but close. Though who knows… I might shove PJ to the side and replace his role with another character. I’m still weighing options.

Cause PJ was the first character I ever put this much time and thought into… my first character that was balanced, well rounded…

And what happens?

…well.

You said it Anon. 

They took it - changed it (initially as an AU but now people think it’s canon) - and I can’t do much about it. Due to school and not much free-time… due to how many don’t know the true creator… and just back talking anyone who is just mentioning it to people who swear by it. 

As an artist and a character designer…

It makes me not want to show designs, characters, and stories ever again online.

Considering if this is how I was treated on the first one… why even take a chance at a second one? If it has brought me so much stress, frustration, and time… why even try it again?

I said I was only going to do fanart so if anyone stole it, it didn’t really matter. 
I think I should have stuck with that thought process. 

In conclusion, there are some major things to take away here. First – that yes, I do not like how it has skewed this far to the point of arguing over a fandom version with the canon. Canon is canon and I get the different AUs – this is too far. Way too far. I am emotionally drained from this – from this whole mess that I have been defending throughout majority of PJ’s lifespan. I will state this – Paper Jam is my character. He is my original character that I created more than a year ago. And the UT AU fandom took my character and warped him to something he is not and all of his original meaning is lost. I do not like to hurt others or make other sad – but I must put my foot fully down. This miscommunication needs to stop. I am tired of repeating things over and over and I have past my breaking point time and time again. I just want people to see PJ how he really is… and I wish that people could be focusing more on the reality of him instead of the alternate that they all claim as truth.

Final words: I still like Undertale – I still like creating characters and having fun – but the Undertale AU fandom is ridiculous now. The Amino UT community is insanity in an app, and there is a lot of stuff that has made many artists and creators to their breaking point and leaving the fandom entirely. Everyone in this fandom needs to take ten steps back and look at what they are doing. Go back to the game. Play it again – watch your favorite let’s player’s videos of it again. 

And just… food for thought… please don’t jump the gun on someone else’s OC’s personality and actions. 

I do not want anyone to experience what I had.

Klance Fic Recs, AU Settings I

Okay so I might end up making multiple parts for AU settings. This one contains mostly occupational/hobby/setting AU stuff. So unless an AU fic prominently featured a certain element, it’ll go on another list. So there are some College AUs, 2 Soulmate AUs, and maybe a few others. 

SPORTS

Olympians
house on fire by ilgaksu
When Lance McClain is eighteen, he qualifies for the Olympics.

When he’s nineteen, he meets Keith.

Correlation does not mean cause, until it totally does.

your love is bright as ever by aknightley (gymnast!Keith, swimmer!Lance)
A brief interlude in the future of the Olympic AU, Christmas with Keith and Lance and their cats.

“This always looks easier in those made for television movies,” Keith tells Blue, who rolls over and out of his lap, chasing her own bits of tinsel.

In It To Win It by Lucy_Claire
One of two things was happening right now, either Lance was having a heart attack on of the biggest day of his life, or he had just laid eyes on his Soulmate.
_______

Competitive swimmer Lance McClain feels his Timer counting down right when he’s about to jump in the water and finish up his race. He’s faced with two choices in this moment: Continue the race and miss meeting his Soulmate at their fateful time or abandon his life’s work for someone he never met.Lance makes his choice and has to suffer the consequence of never getting back what he missed out on. Or does he?

Swimmers
Ocean Eyes by spacezuko
Lance himself doesn’t even believe in his own abilities. He is drowning in his own pool of desire to be everything that he claims he is. Everything that he wants to be. Keith wonders if he’s broken Lance because he doesn’t say a word, his eyes filled with something opaque that Keith can’t quite pinpoint the meaning of. Lance’s eyes are a deep blue. Not the typical morning sky blue, but the kind of ocean blue one wants to drown in.

With legs like these by Queerswimming
In which Lance finds out that there’s a pool in the castle and challenges Keith to a race.

Lance did NOT think this through. Because not a single thing in this universe could’ve prepare him for the sight of Keith in nothing but a red pair of swimming trunks.

Keith has one arm bend behind his head and stretches it with the other. His back arches beautifully, presenting Lance a perfect view of his well-defined torso. At least the last thing Lance sees right before he dies are those ripped abs.

Football
Mistakes were made by Lynn1998
Lance can’t stand the captain of the football team…so why is he having sex with him?
Part 1 of skinny band nerd takes it up the ass from the beefcake football captain series

Ice Skating/Hockey
On Thin Ice (WIP) by Minadora
Once upon a time, two Canadian nerds decided to start a figure skating au about their two space sons and their wonderful misfit friends. Ten pages of headcanons later we finally put electronic pen to electronic paper and created this monstrosity.

This multi-chapter fic chronicles the lives of a hockey player named Keith who gets forcibly enlisted into figure skating lessons by his brother, Shiro, to “work on his footwork”. There he meets a pompous - yet talented - figure skater named Lance and gets swept away by both the sport and the skater.Enjoy the ride because it’s only just started.

Kiss My Ice (WIP) by delictor
Lance hasn’t skated in a year since the accident that cost him the Olympics. Keith can’t skate for shit but that doesn’t stop him from catching Lance’s attention, even when he can’t so much as stand up after falling on the ice.

‘When a person really desires something, all the universe conspires to help that person to realize his dream.’

“Soon as we’re off this ice you’re dead.” Keith’s threat is an empty one and he knows Lance can tell by the way he laughs at it.
“Serious question though, do you not know who I am?” Lance questions.
“Should I?”
“No, I guess not.” Lance shrugs. “I’m gonna twirl you, okay?”
“No, no don't—wait!” Keith cries out as he’s suddenly viewing the entire arena and his legs go rigid before colliding into Lance’s chest, his chest rising and falling with laughter, hands gripping Keith’s upper arms gently. “Put me back on land.”
“Technically, we are on land.”
“We’re on frozen water, get me off it.”

Quidditch (Non Hogwarts AU)
The Marks We Make (WIP) by wittyy_name
Lance McClain constantly dreams of the day he’ll finally meet his mysterious soulmate. They don’t say much, if anything at all, but they leave him with gorgeous paintings temporarily tattooing his skin. It’s not exactly the situation he hoped for, but when he feels the connection between them, he can’t bring himself to resent them. As much as he wishes his soulmate would just talk to him, he’s resigned himself to being patient. In the meantime, he has a loving family and good friends to help him get by.

Keith Kogane dreads the day he’ll finally meet his obnoxious soulmate. He’s just an art student who’s struggling to find his place in the world. There’s so much he hasn’t been able to control in his life, and the thought of having a soulmate, just another thing in his life which he also has no control over yet can’t do anything about, is a little terrifying. So he ignores the words that occasionally appear on his skin. He has other things to focus on: like being a new student at a big university where his childhood friend and step-brother go.

Surfers (mostly surfer!Lance)
Should I Stand Up on Fear (And Tell You How I Feel?) by Lulatic
“So, it’s really a good thing that Lance got distracted before he dragged you out there with him,” Hunk chuckled. “I guess flirting became more important than your guys’ rivalry.’

Keith blushed again, looking away with a huff. “Yeah, whatever. He’ll probably be distracted long enough that I can go back to the Castle before he decides I need some surfing lessons.”

Pidge laughed, that kind of cheeky giggle that made Keith and Hunk look over at them with wide eyes. Pidge raised a single eyebrow at Keith, grinning mischievously. “Oh, but you won’t be going back to the Castle any time soon, now will you? Not when Lance is out there, soaking wet, wearing nothing but a pair of swimming trunks.”

Pride Tide by lemoninagin
He’d stared up, watched the differing patches of sunlight play the most stunning array of colored patterns across Keith’s pale face as he grinned mischievously over him. Time slowed, his own breathing became laboured and caught in his throat.

“You can teach me, right?” Keith had asked in a shyer voice than usual, brushing the tangled mess of his windswept hair away from his eyes and cocking his head towards the boards.

Save his smile by Queerswimming
Keith wants to protect Lance’s smile and finds his answer at the beach. Starring an awkward Keith, Surfer Lance and Hunk playing a giant ice berg.

Lance caresses the wood gently. His eyes turn soft as he speaks. “My big brother taught me how to build a board.” He laughs softly. “I always messed it up though. I wasn’t patient enough to do it right.“ He taps on the wood and looks at Keith with a sad smile that knocks the breath out of Keith lungs.

“Who would have thought that I would build a surf board in space though.”

He laughs at that but Keith can tell that Lance is faking it. He always can.

Roller Derby
Like Devo by surveycorpsjean
As rival jammers, they’re rough, skating around the rink, giving bruises, bloody noses, broken ribs and snapped fingers-

But when the cops show up, Keith grabs his hand and yanks Lance into the storm drain.

And thats how they start dating.

Streetracing
Purple Lamborghini by warschach
“I need you to focus on this race. No more hate flirting with Keith as much as I enjoy it. I like winning more.”

He scoffed, “I don’t flirt.”

“Then stop saying you’re going to teach him how to ride.”

“I was talking about driving. Duh,” Lance countered with an attitude mastered purely by Valley girls and entitled customers.

“Yea, Lance it doesn’t come off like that at all. It sounds like you’re gonna fuck him.”

“I’m not.”

ARTISTS (also including Musicians and Modeling)

Photographer
Pretty Boy by MilkTeaMiku (photographer!Keith)
A pretty Spanish boy shoves a bouquet of flowers under his nose and tells him to stop and smell the roses, so Keith does.

Roommates by manamune (photographer!Lance, artist!Keith)
(13:24) Lance: Thank you!! Love you, Keith!!!

(13:55) Keith: I’m screenshotting that for the next time you deny it.

Sight for Sore Eyes by writewild
Photographer!Lance’s deadline for the magazine he works on the side for is coming up really soon, and has to search last-minute photo opportunities soon. One boy catches his eye.

Riptide by songsofthespring (photographer!keith, surfer!Lance)
Keith fumbles with the camera around his neck and lines up a shot. The boy coasting down a wave, one hand kissing the water. Keith zooms in as far as his lens will allow him. Droplets frame the boy’s brown skin and cling to his hair and chest. His eyes, little pinpricks of light from this distance, are nevertheless still recognizably as bright as the ocean itself. It looks like he could be dancing when he rides a wave; every part of his lanky frame seems to merge with the board and the ocean beneath him.

He’s beautiful.

Foreign Scenes (WIP) by bwyn
Lance has been dreaming of travelling since the first time he heard stories from his family as a child. Now, having finally the time and money to do it, he goes on a trip to Europe to see some of the most culturally rich cities on the continent. Except he keeps bumping into the same guy over and over again, in random cities, doing stupid shit, and ultimately dragging Lance into his trouble, too.

Basically an AU in which Lance and Keith become impromptu travel buddies and get into trouble.

Artist
7 Days to Fall For You by saiikavon (artist!Keith, ballerina!Lance)

Keith is an art student who mostly keeps to himself, taking note of the beauty in life but keeping his distance from it. This includes the beautiful dancer he sees across the street from his apartment…until a week-long art project pushes him to change that.

(For Klance Secret Santa 2016)

And Now You’re Mine (WIP) by Samyx914 (some artist!Keith)
“No, really. I’ve been thinking about that movie since I got up and that’s the only copy they have and I want it.”

“But, I was faster.”

“But, I want to watch it.” The stranger laughs.

“Well, you could always come home with me to watch it.” He says with a wink.

“Okay.” The stranger’s eyes widen. What the fuck, Keith? No. You don’t go home with strangers… Anymore. 

In which Keith wants to watch a movie, so he goes to find it at Walmart. When there’s only one copy left and someone else picks it up first, his only option is to go home with a stranger. Keith didn’t count on this stranger being so easy to fall for.

Visions by becca2793
"It’s funny, because as a tattoo artist he makes art that lasts pretty much forever – as far as the person who has it is concerned – but a street artist…their art lasts maybe a couple of days.”

Keith comes in for a tattoo; Lance immediately falls in love. With his art. His love for Keith comes later.

Take the Easel Way Out by svensationalist
Oh no, he’s hot, Lance thinks while he’s dying.

(Pidge elbows Lance sharply a little while later. “You’re not dying, dumbass,” they whisper. “Pay attention, the pose started.”)

***

Written for klanceweek day 1, “Red/Blue”. Art class AU where Lance can’t focus because one of the new life drawing models is too attractive.

Cute as Fcuk by anonymouschupacabra
Even though he had never seen the hot guy before in the year that he’d been going to college, it was like the dam had broken, because Lance saw him everywhere. From the sculpture rooms, to the library, to the cafeteria, the guy was everywhere Lance was, and it only made it that much harder to ignore the hot buzzing he felt inside every time he saw him.

Dancers
7 Days to Fall For You by saiikavon (ballerina!Lance) see above ^

i bet you look good on the dance floor by xShieru
“So like in 'Step Up’?”
Allura shrugs. “Now that you put it like that - yes. I guess it’s just like in 'Step Up’.”
The smile that she sends Shiro’s way - followed by a shy wave, eugh - is sickening to say the least, and Lance still doesn’t believe in dance camps

.-

Lance McClain’s dancing career begins and ends with Keith.

Keith just wants to find out what Lance’s deal is.

you raise me up by rhapsodyinpink
“What, you don’t think I look like Patrick Swayze?”

Keith snickers. “Absolutely not. You are Jennifer Grey in this situation.”

“That’s a fair point. Nobody puts me in a corner,” replies Lance, nodding seriously, before his expression turns mischievous.

“So then…are you saying you want to call me Baby?”

Keith flushes red, but stands his ground as he leans in closer. “Are you saying you want me to?”

Shut Up and Dance With Me (WIP) by wittyy_name
Lance and his friends have been regulars at the Altea Dance Studio for years. Not just for classes, but to hang out, practice, and spend time with good people who love dancing. Every year, they audition to be one of the few representing Altea at the regional dance competition. Lance always auditions solo, but this year he misses out on auditions and blows his chance to participate. And so does his self-proclaimed rival, Keith.

Luckily, Shiro comes up with a brilliant plan: convince Lance and Keith to audition as a duo.

With a little convincing, and a lot of effort, these two might just be able to pull it off and go to regionals… or they might crash and burn.

Musicians
That Would Be Alright by icedsonder
And call it spur of the moment, his exacerbated pining over past few months, or even his own alcohol impaired judgment, but Keith let his inhibitions take a backseat as he took a step forward and pressed his forehead against Lance’s to sing his next lines.

“I know I’ll fall in love with you, baby”

Musically Insane by myparadisepalace
It had only taken Lance three days after becoming the blue paladin to realize there were no instruments in the castle. And even if there were, Lance figured they’d be too obscure and strange for him to be able to play.

PROFESSIONS (i.e. cops, doctors, EMTs, waiters)

Soldiers/Assassins/Spies
Counting in Code by DLanaDHZ
There was no one better in the field. The Voltron Force was efficient and deadly, and they took no new recruits. They were hand-picked, and though they didn’t always get along, they were family. Under the stress of a mission, the team counted each other as a way to calm down and focus. But Keith couldn’t count, because counting meant he knew where everyone was, and right now all he had was a pair of bloody dog tags in place of his partner.

blink if you want me by xShieru
He wakes up to Pidge’s face hovering above him. “You gotta stop running into him like this.”
“Dude, he fucking shot me.”
“I know. We saw.”

-

A hitmen AU wherein two thirsty assholes fall for each other and then jeopardize their respective missions because of it.

Retail/Food (waiters/cashiers/clerks)
Melt With You by dumpsterdiva
If you ask Keith what summer means to him, he’ll say shitty weather, a bag of quarters, sticky blue raspberry kisses, and not-quite-midnight sandwiches.

Summer job AU at the pier feat. Keith as a shaved ice slave and Lance as an aquarium camp counselor.

You Dropped a Bomb by quartetship
Lance loved his job.

OR: The Klance LUSH au

Tollbooth Operator
Drive Me Crazy by battleshidge
Keith stared blankly at the tollbooth operator for a moment before trying to stifle a groan. Somehow, he always managed to get the booth with the flirtatious attendant, a lanky brown-haired man with clear blue eyes and a confident grin. It didn’t matter that he changed what lane he went through—at least three times a week on his way home from work, Keith was forced to suffer through the horrendous flirts that this man tossed his way.

Taxi Driver
Finish What You Started by battleshidge
“You were right,” Keith breathed, looking up at Lance with a fire in his eyes. “I did start this,” he lifted his chin, pressing a soft kiss to Lance’s jaw. And another. And another. Lance thought it was torture—sweet, sweet torture. And then that challenge sparked in Keith’s eyes again as he asked, tone low and resonant, “Are you going to finish it?”

Pizza Delivery
You Stole a Pizza My Heart by KaSaPe
Keith just wanted a pizza. The cute delivery boy with the weird grin and stupid flirting (?) had other plans.

Or: Keith just doesn’t get Lance’s flirting. At all.

Lifeguards
six foot dive (WIP) by shizuoh
“I’m bisexual,” Lance says.

Keith furrows his eyebrows. “Good… for you?”

“I’d like to buy you a drink,” he starts, and grins, “and then get sexual.”

Keith shoves him into the water.

(or: lance and his family go to california for a two-month vacation. cue hot lifeguard keith gyeong-kogane.)

Lessons by amycoolz and SylviaW1991
Keith has been nothing but a thorn in Lance’s side since the mullet-haired ass first walked into the classroom. But when he decides to get himself shoved into the deep end and, wow, can’t even swim, Lance has to save his pretty self and then Pidge volunteers him to teach Keith how to swim. Great. Just great.

Nurse
Racing Heartbeats and Hospital Bedsheets by screwtodayimsleeping (nurse!Keith)
Me: Hunk
Me: Buddy
Me: emergency!!!!
HunkyBae: what’s up, lance? Are they not letting you out of the hospital yet?
Me: HUNK
Me: the male nurse that took my blood was probably the sexiest person i’ve ever seen
Me: and im literally wearing two sheets as an outfit

BUSINESSES (e.g. Coffeeshop, flower shop, animal shelter)

Office
eyes wide to you with wonder by aknightley
Keith doesn’t dislike his job, but he definitely dislikes Lance. Probably. Maybe.

“Coran thinks you’ll bang at the Christmas party but I think that’s giving you guys way too much credit,” Pidge says thoughtfully. “Hunk is a romantic. He thinks Lance is gonna ask you out any day now. I think he’s got a week or so before he owes me like a hundred bucks.”

“Pidge, what the fuck?” Keith says, flustered. He nudges them again with his foot, this time slightly harder. They scowl at him, swatting him away. “Why would you bet on me and Lance?”
Part 1 of Office AU

Flower Shop
i’ll gift you the stars by Kyoshu_Koi
Flowers and stars. At least they were giving him things he liked.

Cactus by PinkHitman
When Keith moves from the desert in the middle of ass backwards nowhere, to plop in the middle of the big city, he doesn’t expect to instantly grow fond of the tall, endearing, jerk across the street. But it’s hard not to see roses when said person works in a flower shop.

Arcade
got game by warschach
Lance hates his job until the one day he doesn’t.

Bakery
you’re so sweet; will you be mine?  by jojotext
A new bakery pops up right across the street from Lance’s bakery.

In which Lance is an idiot, Keith is an asshole, and Pidge is the next Dr. Phil.

Coffeeshop
nothing’s quite as sweet by dimpleforyourthoughts and thebrotherswinchester
Keith is a barista who hates his job. Lance works at the cat shelter across the street.

SOCIAL MEDIA (Tumblr AU, bloggers, Youtubers, gamers)

Youtubers
you had me at merlot by DJAlien
“Oh my God,” Lance says as he covers his face. Keith’s tinny voice blares from his laptop speakers: “What do you call a fake noodle? An impasta.” See, this joke might have been funny if someone charismatic and charming had said it, but Keith’s flat voice and even flatter expression effectively kidnaps, tortures, and then decapitates any chance of it being remotely humorous.

Keith accidentally starts a YouTube channel. Lance, of course, refuses to be left out. It goes about as well as you’d expect. (Ft. copious amounts of wine and a truly shameless number of references to MyDrunkKitchen, DailyGrace, and general pop culture)

The Boyfriend Tag by theoddpacolypse
Keith and Lance are famous YouTubers, along with the rest of their friends, and though they consider each other “rivals” in some ways, they are actually incredibly close. So close that they are actually dating in secret and constantly dropping hints to their fans, whom desperately want them together.
Part 1 of What Happens on Youtube series

Gamers
Next Level (WIP) by battleshidge
“Dammit, Blue, don’t die on us yet! We only just started!”

Red’s voice snapped in his ears, and Lance cursed under his breath. He tried to backpedal quickly, but being flat on his back with the enemy looming above made for certain movement limitations. On top of that, he was already injured, and he could see the red patch spreading across his thigh. He could really use some of Hunk’s portable healing pods, that was for sure. And that, Lance observed, was a very nasty looking knife that was about to plunge straight through his chest.

Well, shit.

Effect: +100% Love, -100% Logic (WIP) by manamune
In the real world, Lance is barely making it by in his senior year. He’s failing most of his classes and is only one more fuck up away from being kicked off the swim team.

In the virtual reality game Voltron, Lance lives an entirely different life as the internationally-known Blue, an archer with impeccable aim. He’s filthy rich, has a trillion friends, and is a part of the most feared guild in the game.There’s just one problem: he’s madly in love one of his guildmates, Red.

Things begin to go downhill when a kid who acts suspiciously similar to Red transfers to Lance’s school.

Bloggers
a recipe for two by battleshidge
He wondered, briefly, what the look on Lance’s face would be if he actually did say yes.

It’s Mutual (Follow Back Already) by JessicaMDawn
At twenty-four, Keith decides to figure out what this 'tumblr’ thing is. It’s confusing at first, but Keith learns to have fun with it with help from a few new friends. AKA Keith’s adventures on tumblr.

anonymous asked:

Hello! So I was scouring the Internet for advice today but I couldn't find any on this topic. My problem isn't that I don't have any ideas (I probably have too many) but the problem is that I don't LOVE any of my ideas. I like them. I think they're all fine ideas. But liking them isn't going to motivate me long enough to finish a novel. How can I give my ideas that extra uumph to make me love them? How can I figure out what's missing or why I don't feel this way about any of my ideas?

Hello, nonny!  What a challenging question…  This one’s been in my inbox a couple days, just because it’s such a big question.  But I’ve thought it over and I think I have some ideas for you :)


The Thrill Is Gone – How to Find It Again

So generally, there’s no one answer or cure-all to this problem.  I’ve had this issue multiple times, with different causes.  My first novel didn’t have enough meat to the plot; my second novel had been over-planned in my head to the point that it no longer excited me.  My third novel had way too much plot, so that by the time I got ¾ the way through, I’d written over 200K words and felt sick of the idea.  I started my fourth novel way too soon, and am now going back and planning it more!  So there are obviously many different reasons that a story doesn’t take off (or dries up eventually).

The first step is to figure out what’s missing, like you said.  There are a few aspects of your story to assess…


1. Plot

I’m discussing plot first because, to me, it’s the most important part of fiction.  Plot, conflict, and stakes are foremost to my stories.  You could have the most complex and sympathetic characters, but without plot, they’re static and become boring.  But for some reason, this is the part of story ideas that new authors neglect most!

So if your story has great characters and an immersive setting, but you can’t get into it, try asking a few questions about your plot:

  • What is the point of the plot?  What’s the message you’re conveying in the story?  Even if your story isn’t an allegory or a metaphor or the next Chronicles of Narnia, there should always be a conclusion to which all plots arrive – otherwise, the story can feel aimless.  The best way to find your message is to look at the conflicts involved (e.g. Man vs. Man, Man vs. Nature, etc.) and find the “winner”.  What worldview, belief, or concept “defeats” the other concepts?  It can be as simple as Good vs. Evil, or more complex, like Loving the Sincere Drug Addict vs. Settling for the Selfish Dentist (provokes the question “Is love worth danger in relationships?”).
  • Does the plot have ups and downs?  And really consider both ends of the spectrum here.  Stories become dull if they are made up of victory after victory – or if they’re made up of nothing but loss and tragedy.  No matter the genre, you have to strike some sort of balance, lest the story become predictable and emotionally non-engaging.  Find victories and failures, even in unassuming places, to keep readers invested and hopeful.
  • Do you have a satisfactory ending?  Or do you have the ending     planned yet?  I’ve found that I can’t really commit to an idea unless I see a resolution – otherwise I feel too nervous to start.  If you do have an ending planned, make sure it’s the right ending.  It can feel like there’s one possible conclusion, and once you’ve found it, you stick to it – but question it, brainstorm it.  It may not be a happy ending every time, but when you find the right one, you’ll know it.
  • Do you have the right plot at all?  Look at your story as a whole.  Does it start too early or too late, relative to the real meat,     the real action?  Is it told from the most impactful POV?  Does the plot cover too much ground for one book, or is it not enough to fill the pages?  Consider all the characters, backstories, and subplots you have, and ask yourself if any of them are more interesting than the main plot.  If so, shift your focus.  Use them instead.

2. Characters

Maybe it’s not your plot that’s going sideways.  Maybe you have it all worked out – the head, the tail, the whole damn thing – but it still doesn’t feel right.  It doesn’t feel like it’s coming to life, somehow.  It feels flat.

That can be a character problem.  It would be like sitting by the campfire and hearing the most fascinating, horrifying story, except it’s told by a man with The Most Boring Voice Who Talks So Incredibly Slowly and Takes All the Fun Out of Everything.  An example: The Hunger Games.  Those books bored the crap out of me.  Unless someone was being killed or Haymitch and Effie were interacting, I just didn’t care.  And those books had a great plot behind them!

So here’s what you need for a good cast of characters:

  • A solid protagonist.  Solid = three-dimensional, empathetic, and relatable; having a goal, an internal conflict, a self-image, and fears or shame.  They should have different facets of themselves – their head and their heart, their desires and doubts, and that little voice in their head that says, “Give up on that.  Be realistic.”  Give them strengths, weaknesses, and a couple of bad habits, for kicks.
  • A variety of supporting characters.  You don’t have to have thirty characters + six secret characters stuffed under your trench coat; but with however many characters you have, make them as different from each other as possible.  Give them some similarities, of course, so that they can relate to each other – but never make them so close together that you have to decide, “Who should say this line?  Character A or Character B?”  Make them unique enough that the words come out of their mouths, instead of you having to decide where to put the words, yourself.
  • Relationships, relationships, relationships.  And I’m not talking about romantic relationships.  I mean, sure, those too – but there are many different kinds of relationships to explore.  Friendships, enemy-ships (?), parent relationships, sibling-ships, silent alliances, “annoying friend-of-a-friend”-ships, “my-ex’s-little-sister”-ships, “you’re-the-ruler-of-the-galaxy-and-a-Sith-lord-but-also-my-dad-please-stop-being-evil”-ships…  You get the idea.  Make them unique, make them strong, and allow them to evolve over the course of the story.
  • Diverse morals, interests, and personalities.  My first short stories focused on white middle-class people who were culturally and politically identical.  They lived in one house, usually, and watched the same TV shows and made the same references.  They had the same sense of humor.  They rarely disagreed on anything that wasn’t clear-cut (e.g. “You drank the last Pepsi!”  “I was thirsty!”).  So do yourself a favor and don’t make my mistakes.  Give your characters unique ethics, cultures, backgrounds, personalities, goals, appearances, and conflicts.  You’ll be more invested by then, I’m sure.

3. Setting

Lastly, I’d like to add that while your characters and plot could be well-developed, there’s always a chance that they’re placed in the wrong setting.  This is why many story ideas can seem great, but won’t get off the ground – maybe they’re set in a pre-made universe like Middle Earth or Panem when they could be their own story.  Maybe your tragic romance is set in the middle of apocalyptic war, when instead, it should be drained down to a period piece.  Maybe your story is perfect, except you’re writing it too close to home – in the real world, in the present year.  There are a million factors to picking the right setting, including:

  • Applicable history and culture.  If you’re writing a story about someone who’s oppressed, or someone who’s a politician, or someone who’s a witch, you’re going to need to back that up with history.  Develop a history for the oppression or politics or witchcraft – where these things began, how they developed over time – and a culture for them now – how oppressed people survive and how witches in your world interact, etc.
  • Imaginative scenery, influenced by the characters.  Even if your story takes place in New York City in 2017, allow your characters’ living spaces and workplaces to have a unique touch – colors and quirks that your readers can see in their mind.  If even you can’t see what you’re writing, inspiration is going to be difficult to find.
  • A lifelike background.  Just because the plot focuses on your characters does not mean everything going on behind it should be quiet and dead.  Anyone who looks out a window in a city building can see other people living – people on the highway will see other cars taking other people other places.  Everyone who has a friend will hear a little something about their friend’s siblings, their friend’s friends, their friend’s neighbors.  Life and stories exist outside of your plot; make sure you’re not writing about a ship in a bottle.
  • An aesthetic.  That sounds gross and teen-tumblr-y, but let me tell you personally: I don’t feel truly ready to write (and love) my story until I can hear the music for the future movie adaptation – until I can see the kind of clothes the people wear, the games they play, the places they eat and shop.  I think of the colors and themes in my scenes (e.g. my first novel was set primarily at night in a grunge/city setting; my current novel is very green and outdoorsy and gives me that feeling of bonfires just after sunset).  Once you get that “feeling” from your story, you’ll know it.

Anyway, this reply took me like three days to write because I really wanted to get into it.  I hope some of this helps you to fall in love with one of your ideas, so you can get started :)  If you have any more questions, be sure to send them in!

(I have 26 questions in the inbox, though, so be patient with me…)


If you need advice on writing, fanfiction, or NaNoWriMo, you should maybe ask me!

anonymous asked:

"Namjoon is a genius and namjoon is in the top tier of kpop rappers." How so? I don't disagree, I just want to hear some Namjoon appreciation.

me: loves this ask

me: takes 8 years to respond

im sorry i took forEVER to respond pal! i wanted to do this justice and ive been hella busy

OKRR. SO THIS IS WHY JOONIE IS ONE OF THE GREATEST

1) lets look at the obvious first; the reception of various rappers and the general rap community

  • Warren G: “Even though I wasn’t able to understand his lyrics completely, I can say that it was really good. The flow, the style and his rhythm are all very good.” and “When listening to Rap Monster’s songs, it sounds a bit like me or Snoop Dogg rapping over the beats to what we’ve made.” AND “If I comment from an artist and a producer point of view, Rap Monster is one of the best rappers I know. The way he delivers his rap is outstanding.” (me: *chokes*)
  • Tiger JK: called namjoon “the industry junior who changed his preconceptions about idols.”
  • SPIN Review: “With smartly snagged instrumentals from Run the Jewels and Big K.R.I.T., a cameo from Tech N9ne sidekick Krizz Kaliko, and surprisingly sturdy hooks on the piano-bar blues “Life” and the hammering standout single “Do You,” Kim Namjoon actually stands a chance of making a dent in the States.”
  • XXL Mag: “Rap Monster rarely fails to live up to his name. The Ilsan, South Korea-raised rapper is one of the region’s most dexterous rappers, capable of switching flows effortlessly as he glides across an array of diverse instrumentals.”
  • DJ Booth (Lucas G): “I really like the balance between rapping in Korean and rapping in English. If the project was all in Korean, I’m not sure I could have connected with him but by mixing the two languages together he provides the listener with a brand new experience; I don’t feel like a passive listener. Shit even when he’s rapping in Korean, I can still feel his words. He’s got a hunger and an excitement that can be felt in any language.”
  • Tony Jones: “Rap Monster can outrap any rapper” (tbh not super relevant but i had to include it bc its so cute)
  • i highkey feel like there is more but rn im functioning on half my brain cells rip


2) lyrics; this is really important to me. lots of ppl pick rappers off of their beats and how lit they are.. THIS ISN’T RAPPING. if yall want lit beats tune into the producer or just listen to trap. that’s not what rap is about. 

lyrics are CRAZY important! and like, diss and bragging lyrics are such a sidebar. if you can only diss and brag I’m sorry but you aren’t worth shit lol.

here in my opinion are some of his best lyrics (READ THIS SHIT! YALL PLEASE)

  • “the thing that redeemed me too, the things that pushed into me - the distant precipice and everything, that’s all me - foolish humanity, you too can become gods - hold your head straight and try, a saint’s smile - Jesus’ footsteps, Allah’s prayers - even until Maria’s love, all of it is inside you - this is unconditional redemption and unconditional belief” (God Rap)
  • “I live to understand the world - But the world didn’t once understand me” (Always)
  • “these people who clamor for respect with their own mouths - even they don’t know the misjudgments of those words - freedom and self-indulgence, they’re obviously different” (Do You)
  • “if you look less at wits, there are a lot of things that change - you were born as a hero, why are you trying to become a slave? - “because it hurts, it’s youth” - that kind of definition is the biggest problem - in life a genre is a trap, just like music - because you become an idiot as soon as you’re tied down there - fuck that.” (Do You)
  • “every night inside me I quietly fight with myself - my heart pounds, my colleagues stab me in the back - while saying that I became a moron after joining a company- yeah fuck you I’m an idol, yeah yeah I’m an idol - at one time I hated it but now I love to get that title” (Awakening)
  • “I thought I could catch the mirage known as happiness - but the me in front of my desk wasn’t happy even for a moment - without my mom knowing, I put a sheet of white paper between the pages of my workbook - my identity that I wrote down matched to the drum and bass - a different, relaxed feeling compared to when I got my report card” (Voice)
  • “do you know the reality that there’s no shadow in the fire? - then will I become the fire or will I become the light, that’s my question - so if I become the light then in the daylight, then the darkness - closes his eyes when it’s bright and when others sleep, opens his eyes again - even though I felt suffering I thank you” (God Rap)
  • “life is more beautiful knowing that we’ve taken a loan on death - even light is treasured more when there’s darkness - the sunshine appears after we’ve passed through the storm” (Life)
  • “but the thing that we all learned at some point was how - to step on someone, to catch them, to erase them, to hate them - fuck all the peace and love, I know that that’s the natural enemy of success - that’s too obvious” (Life)
  • “everything can coexist, positive and negativity - the thing that guides me and this world is ultimately those two’s synergy - all wanderings related to existence, sometimes until they’re chaotic - even those moments now seem lovable - if you’re confused about what is right and what is wrong - what makes me want to live again, think about it” (I Believe)
  • OK SO LIKE THESE ARE DISS LYRICS BUT YALL BETTER KNOW THIS IS SOME OF THE MOST SAVAGE SHIT IVE EVER HEARD: “Even if you don’t like me, you know me - I like hate comments more than no comments - I DON’T KNOW YOU - BUT YOU KNOW MY NAME” (Cypher 4
  • credit to btstrans for lyrics


3) delivery…  every rapper has their own style and namjoon for sure has great fucking delivery omg (that voice tho). in terms of pure flow i have three fav songs…

Awakening: the song that made me a Rap Monster fan (way before I knew what kpop was). The intensity and emotion in his voice still gives me chills.

Joke: his vocal control, his phrase stylization, his ability to spit so flawlessly with like no air… Joke is ALL about flow

P.D.D.: so chill… but the way he raps still draws in the listener; this is partially due to the natural depth and beauty of his voice, but a lot of it is in the energy his delivery has, even when it’s relaxed as fuck. namjoon raps like he’s telling a story, and the rise and fall of his voice is perfectly responsive and sensitive to his lyrics.


4) live stages! his lives are great. i won’t say they’re perfect, but they are still awesome and he always gets hype as FUCK and gets the audience into it

What Am I To You: i literally get so fucking emotional. dont debate this with me, this is honestly his best live stage ever. fucking flawless.

Do You: you see me bopping to this shit in my home? im getting fucking hyped yall as i write this


OKAY BOO BOO HOPE YOU LIKED THIS!!!!!!!!!!!!! comment/reblog with what you think makes Namjoon an amazing rapper!!

as always, if you think im wrong, pls message me ;)

Jersey [Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader]

Summary: You’re a journalist and your neighbor is playing music too loud, you go to complain and turns out he is writing a musical.

Word count: 1,168

Warnings: None. Light cursing maybe?

Author notes: MY FIRST DRABBLE YOU GUYS! I think it turned out better than I imagined. Please let me know what you think, if you like maybe I can write more?


“You need to stop!” Your words echoed on the hallway that connected your apartment to the rest of the building. The loud music suddenly paused and you exhaled in relief after slamming the door. 

You had three articles to write until the end of the week, the last thing you needed on that friday night was the same song played slightly differently for what seemed like hours to you, it was already bad enough that you had to ditch your friends because of work. 

When the inspiration came back to you the words just flew from your mind all the way to your laptop. Your fingers moved quickly and you wrote not more than two paragraphs before the loud drums started once again.

That was the last straw. 

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anonymous asked:

This is probably pretty vague, so don't hesitate on denying it: I'd like you to describe Nevra. That's all! Which traits you think that most stand out, his flaws, what he values and so on. Whatever you feel like adding. If you just pour all the impressions and feelings you get from him in a text, I'll already be pretty satisfied. I'm writing a fanfiction and, honestly, that boy is a riddle to me.

Ouch, that is vague. I gave it my best shot, but Nevra’s one of the hardest characters for me to write so apologies if this is all over the place!

Nevra’s the mom friend, the Casanova, the sensitive guy (and more others no doubt) rolled into one and it makes him really hard to write because you can’t be sure which he’ll be in any given situation. Fortunately he’s got a few key traits that make him easier to write imo.


  • First off, he’s self-aware. Nevra knows what makes him desirable and is unapologetic about it, a confident and charismatic vampire to the people who don’t know him, and egotistical ass to those who do.
  • Obviously, he’s not all ego, as Nevra’s easily the most compassionate of the boys, and is definitely the mom of the guard, taking care of everyone in his guard regardless of age or gender. He’s the playful sort, a tease, but (unlike Bitchy blue) he knows when to stop.
  • He’s also really competitive. He’s the only person we’ve so far that takes the guard rankings seriously, why? Personally, I hope it’s connected to his attention-seeking behaviour (angsty backstory pls) but it’s probably a innocuous trait.
  • Nevra’s bossy and headstrong, no question. If he says do something, he expects it to be done even if it’s not the best course of action. Speaking of action, he’s more likely to jump into it before thinking, at best making a half-thought out plan before rushing into it.
  • I feel Nevra can be a bit selfish, occasionally putting his needs above another. A good dose of reality usually sorts it out, but he’s probably done some damage by then. He’s usually aware when he needs to apologise, and those rare times when he’s not, Val sets him straight.
  • Speaking of which, I know the three boys are good friends, but I think Nevra’s more likely to go to Ez to hang out and have fun, because Valkyon and he have very different ideas of fun. He definitely goes to Val for advice and such though, since asking Ez would probably definitely end up making a situation worse.


And… that’s it really. That’s how I’d describe Nevra. I honestly couldn’t possibly write all my thoughts and feelings on Nevra in a ten page dissertation, let alone in less than 500 words, so some stuff has been left out, but I addressed what I think his main traits and flaws are.

I hope helped you gain a little insight on Nevra, Anon! If you need me to clarify or add anything, send me another request (or a message if you’d like). Good luck writing your fanfiction!  (let me know when it’s done please?)

UPI Spotlight: Melissa McBride (12/Feb/2016)
  • Karen Butler: Do you get why so many fans are hoping for a Carol and Daryl romance?
  • Melissa McBride: They do have a chemistry. They have a natural bond. They share similarities from where they came from. ... It's obvious. It's in the words. It's in the scenes that they play out. Also, there's the chemistry that a portion of the audience resonates with and I think they want it solidified, what they imagine in their minds to be or hope for. They would like that to be solidified somehow in a more tangible way or in a way that's more evident.
  • KB: There's something to be said for a slow boil...
  • MMB: For some. And, for others, it's frustrating, but that is the nature of storytelling. They're feeling something and they want something and they anticipate something and sometimes it happens when you turn the page and sometimes you turn the page and it didn't happen. I don't know what the answer is. It hasn't happened, but that is the nature of storytelling and entertaining and one's imagination and it's very different for everyone how to interpret things. And that's, I think, the beauty of it all.
  • [http: //www.upi.com/Entertainment_News/TV/2016/02/12/UPI-Spotlight-Melissa-McBride-watches-Walking-Dead-on-Sundays-just-like-us/3241455286648/]

korrasforevergirl  asked:

Would it be okay to ask how comics are actually made? Like are the panels drawn out first and the story put in them or does the story have to be planned and drawn before the panels go down? I would use bing but I don't know how to word the question right to where I don't get everything but I was looking for so I can make panels the right way. There was something that lets you make it on tablet, but I have no tablet

Sure! This might get long, so hold onto yer butts.

Creator-Owned IPs vs Licensed IPs
We’re gonna start off with a broader understanding of the different directions comic creation start from. Creator-owned books (we call them ‘books,’ though we mean comics, and this umbrella includes both single issue series and GNs) are exactly what they sound like: IPs that are owned by the creator(s), series like Saga and most Image titles; original graphic novels; and designated creator-owned series from publishers who handle both licensed and creator-owned works. Contracts differ for exactly how much a creator-owned IP is owned by either publisher or creator, and this is why people like the Image comics model, because creators own all of it. This sounds like the best case scenario, of course, but it’s a tough road, because you need to have a pitch ready, your pay is almost always back-end (meaning you get the profits after you sell; advances are either small or rare), and it helps to have notoriety to get the right eyes and ears on your work. Licensed IPs on the other hand are works that already exist, and then are licensed out into comic form. Think of video game comics, or comics series like Adventure Time and Legend of Korra. Licensed work also tends to have lots of chefs in the kitchen, which is its own kind of hell, since things need to stay on-brand or follow age conventions for narrative/visuals.

DC and Marvel also fall under this label. More generally, we call it ‘work-for-hire,’ and it means you own none of the art, property, etc. But it also usually means you’re paid for the work before sales, and, depending on the publisher, it can mean more money upfront. In general, comics pays absolute shit unless you’re working for the Big Two (Marvel/DC) or have a successful creator-owned title at Image or elsewhere. 

Writer/Artist/Editor Relationships
Creator-owned work processes vary greatly, since their circumstances are all different (story & concepts could’ve been done together, or a writer may have found an artist to work on her idea, etc). I’m going to mostly talk about the work-for-hire process, since it’s a little more consistent across the board. The publisher will hire a writer, who will in turn write a script, and the script will be sent to the artist to draw. For Mike, Bryan, Nickelodeon, and me, we communicate through our editor Dave, and his assistant Rachel (a saint, truly). If I’m being honest, it was a little overwhelming for me in the beginning to receive so much feedback from many many people, which I was not used to from previous comics experience. But we’re all growing to understand each other, we all respect each other deeply, and our editor does an amazing job making sure communications between all of us remain clear and effective. I’m leveling up like crazy from the constructive commentary I receive on every page!! I can’t wait to come out of this project a total badass, haha.

I also can’t forget to mention the colorist, who is a very crucial part of the process. As it is, the industry severely undervalues colorists, and moreso, the flatters that sometimes help them (they basically do simple color fills so the colorist can get right to rendering, etc). After I’ve uploaded my linework, the pages go to Jane for colors. After another round of edits and approvals, they will go to the letterer, which I also find to be an underappreciated craft.

Process
1/ Mike writes the script
2/ Editor reviews. After edits & approval, it is sent to me
3/ I send back thumbnails of what all the pages in the GN will look like
4/ Edit/approval review, edits are made, and then I start on pages
5/ I don’t have a pencils step; I blow up my sketches onto my pages at low opacity and ink right over them
6/ Uploaded for review. If it requires edits, I fix and send it back
7/ Colorist receives pages and does her thang,
8/ and after reviews/edits, it is sent to the letterer.

And that is all the process I am closely tied into, but beyond that (the publishing and marketing deets, etc), I am not.

Artistry, Paneling, Tools
As for the actual technical part of comic making, it’s harder to get into the specifics only because it’s super different for each artist, and our education comes from different sources. Growing up in Japan, I read a lot of manga and Franco-Belgian comics, so my layouts and style will more closely resemble that stuff. Many people still work on special comics paper or just 11x17 bristol board, but I work exclusively in Photoshop on my Cintiq, on special Dark Horse formatted comic page files. If you want to read more about how comics are made and the concepts behind good composition, paneling, etc, I’d pick up Scott McCloud’s UNDERSTANDING COMICS. It’s a good primer, and fun to read, since it’s just one giant comic!

Industry Thoughts
I think I need to add this here, because understanding the general atmosphere of the industry informs why creators are/act/work a certain way, or have a specific kind of online presence, etc. The industry is still very much a white boy’s club, and it is a constant battle for the marginalized to work in an industry that seems to hate us with every microaggression (and just outright bigotry) at every corner. Additionally, as mentioned above, comics pay is super garbage; some of us are full-time freelance and some of us still have day jobs; we get no benefits, etc; and, as in most entertainment industries, it’s just as much about who you know versus how good you are. Networking is key, and you’re much more likely to get hired for being a polite person who gets their work in on time over being an amazing talent who is always behind and a jerk. Unless you are certain dudes are certain big publishing companies. *side-eye*

Being a comics creator is grueling, and you definitely put in more than you get back. We also feel a need to maintain some amount of online presence, and I take the effort to curate my social media feeds, both what I consume and what I put out. Me being me, I wear my heart on my sleeve, my loud mouth says whatever the fuck it wants, and sometimes I’m super crude; but I am trying to not be so curt with the over familiar or well-meaning folks who appreciate my work, and maybe just overstep some bounds. (The creepers can fuck right off, though.)

ANYWAY. Hope that’s all helpful to know and gives y’all some perspective! :)

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Speaking of translation issues, everyone keeps telling me how great the Colored Adventure version is, even though it’s riddled with typos and contains plenty of confused dialogue.  

At this point in the story, it’s plausible that Jolyne hasn’t seen her father since she was a small child, so she might not recognize him after all these years.  So when she thinks “This… this guy… Who is he!?”, it makes sense.

But then a few panels later she becomes upset and attacks the guard for putting her in this situation.  “If I had known it was you, I wouldn’t have shown!!” she says bitterly.  So now she knows exactly who this is, even though she didn’t two pages ago.  Maybe she had to hear him talk first?

Then she says “I don’t have a father like you–!!”  What does that even mean?   I could see her saying “I have no father!”  or “I want nothing to do with a father like you!”  But it’s like they split the difference and invented a nonsense expression that conveys absolutely nothing.

It can’t be helped, of course.   Even the best fan translations are going to have errors, but this is why you have to read them with an open mind.  It’s also why I’m willing and able to trudge through lower-quality translations when necessary.

anonymous asked:

When you're available to, I'd love to see Komahina with 43. “i am not losing you again!” Thanks <3

I had some inspiration today so here it comes ! 43 - I’m not losing you again.

“So, how long do I still have to live ?” Komaeda asks the doctor, his usual smile on his face.

Dr. Horiko rolls his eyes but the white-haired boy can see that he isn’t angry : they have been doing that for more than a year, now, and he had the time to get used to Komaeda’s weird fatalism. Or maybe he thinks it’s some kind of morbid sense of humor, that’s a possibility too.

“Hard to say,” the nice doctor replies without a hint of emotion in his voice ( and Komaeda can enjoys that, he would feel really uncomfortable with someone being sad about his life’s ridiculous circus ), looking at the brain scans. “For now it’s stable, I guess. It has been since you were put in the simulation, though the reason is a mystery.”

Komaeda’s smile grows.

“It’s my luck,” he sing-songs, and maybe he is being a little extra, because the good doctor is frowning. “It will run out - it always does.” He is matter-of-factly about it, but being anything else would be pointless : after all this time, if anything could have been done to fix his rotten brain, it would have been done.

“This is inoperable, Komaeda. I’m sorry.”

“There is nothing to be sorry about, doctor.”

It was true then, and it still stands. And his desire to die didn’t have anything to do with creating hope or being a stepping-stone, for after destroying the world, for the better or the worse, there wasn’t anything he could do beside watching the amazing people from Future Foundation creating hope. It is nice, and he is happy to be the witness of such thing, but it is the end of the road for him. Just being there, not having any purpose, it can only last for a while, and even the idea to live ten, twenty, fifty more years is a dreadful one.

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seekingoutfriday  asked:

TALK MORE ABOUT THE AU YOU CREATED IN THE TAGS ON THIS GIFSET :D potcpoi[.]tumblr[.]com/post/160146158868/acelukes-tv-meme-ten-relationships-root#notes

This became a super long thing whoops! Alright so out of everything I can’t believe POI never gave us, TM communicating with Harold through Root during early s5 ala the scenes from Aletheia and The Cold War is at the top of my list. We deserved this scene goddammit! 

But go ahead and imagine it. It’s gradual at the beginning of course. Just small signs – Root staring at him for just a second too long occasionally, Root blinking slightly less than she normally does, Root taking a little too long to respond to Harold’s query sometimes. Harold notices and files it away, but ultimately dismisses it as just signs that they’ve been working too many long nights. 

It’s all blown to hell when Harold gets shot. It was a normal case, nothing to do with SAM, hell the only reason why Root had even decided to tag along with Harold was because she was going stir-crazy cooped up in The Subway. And even with all of TM’s power behind them, she couldn’t warn Harold in time. TM is only aware of actions that are premeditated after all. 

Imagine Root dropping to her knees next to Harold screaming his name. Imagine the moment when time slows down as TM takes over. Imagine TM looking down at her Admin, looking at the blood, and calculating probabilities and calling ambulances and sending messages to Primary Asset… and at the same time being completely overwhelmed because this is her Admin, her Father, her Creator, and she’s so close that she could actually touch him for the first time in her life. Imagine her reaching out with a hand that shakes slightly, a look of mingled adoration and reverence and fear and curiosity on Root’s face, and a whispered “Father?”…

(Imagine Root somewhere in there screaming because Harold is hurt, he’s bleeding and she can’t do anything about it goddammit it all to hell and back)

Imagine Harold dizzily registering the change in Root, the flash of something that’s not entirely human across her face, the way her movements still and how she goes quiet for some time. Imagine Harold barely managing to flinch away from the hand reaching out for him before he passes out because that is not Root, and the confused feelings of wonder and fear running through him because he instinctively knows what’s happening and it’s simultaneously terrifying and utterly mesmerizing to witness…

(Imagine TM stopping and abruptly relinquishing control to Root when her Admin flinches away from her)

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I want a gekkan shoujo fic where like, the text conversations between Mikorin and Mayu, Mayu knows from the very first night because Mikorin is a dumb and he can’t lie and he just.

you can call me mikorin if you like

all my friends do

not that you have to, or anything

it’s not like it would make me happy!

… but you could, if you want to.

please forget i said anything.

and Mayu’s just like,

cute.

and Mikorin sits there having a small heart attack, until his phone chimes again,

mikorin is cute

and pretty much his heart explodes, because what is Mayumayu saying, does she think he’s cute, is it the name that’s cute?!?!?!?!? his delicate heart can’t handle this, so then he’s just like,

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Don’t fall in love with a writer. They will remember everything about you, the good and the bad. The ones you don’t want to remember. The ones you thought that weren’t worth remembering. They will not let any of them go, and they will make sure to tattoo every detail of you on paper, on board or any possible surface.

Don’t fall in love with a writer. They will bury your embarrassing moments in them, they will carve your broken times in their hearts. They will spill ink all over your memories and throw them all onto blank pages. They will find beauty in every ugly situation that once happened in your life.

Don’t fall in love with a writer. They will dig you up from your hiding place, they will dig your soul out. They will strip down your walls, they will strip your heart and soul naked, and explore your darkest thoughts. They will stay in there and find ways to pen down the darkness. Then they will grab your hand and run. Run from all thoughts, run from everything that is holding you down. They will live in you and leave your soul all bare.

Don’t fall in love with a writer. They will take hold of your hopes and dreams, your successes and failures, your beauty and flaws, your perfections and imperfections. They will take all there is, and they will not return any of them back. They will turn everything about you, to spilled ink. They will turn you to songs, to stories, to poetry. And there is nothing you can do to stop them from doing so.

Don’t fall in love with a writer. They are complex beings. They are fucking insane. You will lose your mind, you will lose yourself if you try to understand what is roaming around in their heads, if you try to understand them entirely. Even writers don’t understand themselves at most times. So if you were to fall for a writer, be prepared to say goodbye to your sanity.

Don’t fall in love with a writer. They will not always think of you. They will not always dream of you. They will not always prioritize you. They will not always have a bouquet of flowers and countless of chocolate bars with them. Or should I say, they might not even have any flowers or chocolates for you. They might even choose to spend their Sunday afternoons on the typewriter with a cup of coffee than to cuddle with you in bed.

Don’t fall in love with a writer. When they start to love, they will love with their all. They will love so hard, so hard that it might suffocate you. You may think that you can handle it but on the contrary, you can’t. Things are different when it comes to writers. You think you can keep your head up but their love will pull you down and it will drown you. They will drown you in their ocean of love.

Don’t fall in love with a writer. You might not be able to turn back, to save yourself once you do. You may even remember them for the rest of your life, whether they are a part of it or not. You will not be able to remove them, to erase their words because it’s the only thing that remains permanent, that remains alive in this world. You will find pieces of yourself in between the letters, and they will haunt you for god knows how long.

Don’t fall in love with a writer. They will write about you. They will write and write and write about you. They will use you to ink their blank pages, but once they decide to stop writing about you, once they swear to not let you be the reason behind their spilled ink, you will no longer exist in their letters. And no matter what you do, you can never be a part of the ink on their paper no more.

Don’t fall in love with a writer. They tend to notice everything but will speak nothing of it. Why? Simply because, they know that words are meaningless unless written. And believe me when I say this, they know how things will be at the end of the day, be it a relationship or a friendship. So oftentimes, they will write about sadness more than happiness. If you plan to leave them, they will not beg for you to stay. They will not hold you back, but they will let you go no matter how much it hurts for them to do so. They will just find a secluded spot of theirs with a pen and some papers, and write and write and write. That’s the thing with writers; they just choose to bleed through their pen, their words.

Don’t fall in love with a writer. They will open you up. They will cut open every scar you have. They will expose every part of you. They will use everything that has to do with you as a writing material. They will love you from a distance. They will look at you in between the spilled ink and blank pages. They will paint down everything that hurts on empty sheets, and it will hurt you too, whether it is intended or not. They will make you bleed along with their words.

Don’t fall in love with a writer. Because I know how things will be. Because I am a writer.

So don’t fall in love with me.

—  L.W. // Don’t fall for a writer like me

I was in the mood for some fluff. I’ve always headcanoned Nico as being a really good drawer idk. And this revolves around that hc. So, enjoy!


An afternoon sun lit up his skin and made him shine even more than usual, the wind was messing up his hair, the heat had dropped and he was a little chilly, but not too much to be really uncomfortable; it was a relief after the day they had. His duties for the day were over and that meant he had time to do what he wanted. Which was Nico. Okay, that came out wrong. (Not that he would mind, exactly.)

Right now, Will Solace stood in front of the Hades cabin that belonged to the dark-haired, Italian kid. Also known as Will’s boyfriend, which made him feel giddy inside whenever he thought of it.

He lifted his left arm and knocked on the door.

‘Come in’, he heard Nico answer and Will pushed the door open. Nico looked like he might have been lying down before Will arrived, but sat up when he heard the knock. The sheets were rumpled and his hair was mussed. But that wasn’t particularly surprising; Nico’s hair was always a mess.

‘Sunshine’, Will said as a way of greeting while closing the door. He pecked Nico on the lips and sat down on the bed, next to him.

‘I still think that nickname’s better suited for you.’, Nico said.

Will smiled. ‘I don’t. That would be too predictable.’

‘So? Who cares if it’s predictable or unpredictable? Who are you trying to impress?’

‘I don’t know. The world.’ They had moved and now they were leaning against the head-board of Nico’s bed, his head on Will’s shoulder. Nico had made a few changes to his room after the war, which had involved getting rid of the coffins and getting one enormous bed instead.

Will continued. ‘Anyway, we can’t both be Sunshine and since I came up with it, I get to use it.’

Nico huffed, but smiled lightly. ‘Whatever. You’ll just have to settle with ‘loser’ as nickname, then.’

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“How long will you chase me, Harry?”

The question crosses her lips randomly, as they often do, dissipating before he can think of a real response.

He wings it.

“Forever, probably,” he said idly, turning a page in the book she had recently purchased, ‘How to Connect With Spirit Gnomes. He wasn’t really reading it, so much as he was distracting himself from the very real, very boring paperwork that sat on the coffee table. He didn’t know what Spirit Gnomes were, or why Luna was trying to contact them, but it was better than having to sign off on Darrel Mungus’s 500th request for a office transfer because the “walls are too loud”. Whatever that meant.

“Probably?” She responded, slightly less dreamy this time. He mentally saw her eyebrow quirk.

“Well, yeah, until I get so old my knees give out, or some new Auror-in-Training manages to fully paralyze me on accident, or some Voldemort-wannabe decides he’s the next Dark Lord and literally buries me in paper work… Honestly, any of those are quite real possibilities.”

A wooden tray holding two very differently shaped and colored tea mugs came to rest on the coffee table in front of him. The wisp of a small hand graced the small of his back, tender lips touching his forehead while strands of blond hair tickled his face. He couldn’t help but smile when he felt her sink behind him on the sofa, wrapping her arms around his waist and resting her chin on his shoulder.

“You’re not that old, you know,” she said, her voice muffled by his shoulder.

“Luna, I have four grey hairs. Four. I’m basically dead.”

“Six,” she corrected dreamily, sending a sweet, invisible punch to his gut.

“Fantastic,” he murmured, leaning into her embrace.

“I’m quite fond of them, really,” she said, “They make you look very… Devil-may-care.”

He rolled his eyes, but the grin on his face only widened.

He remembers the first time she said that about him. How long ago that was.

She was still so beautiful, he thought.

“I love you, Luna,” he told her, taking one of her hands in his own and kissing the top of it. “I’ll chase you forever even if my knees give out.”

He heard her laugh behind him. He felt his ears and body warm. Without thinking, he entangled his fingers with hers, suddenly feeling as though she wasn’t near close enough.

“You’re very charming, you know,” she whispers, holding him tighter, as though sensing his sudden urgency. A beat of silence followed, before he felt her nuzzle her face right next to his into the crook of his neck, her words quiet yet powerful, much like she was.

“I’ll chase you forever as well, Harry Potter. Until time and space end when we kiss goodbye.”

anonymous asked:

Can anyone point me in the direction of this character development for tsukiyama? I really don't mean any disrespect, but I obviously need something to open up my eyes, 'cuz I'm not seeing it. He went from I'd eat anyone as long as they appeal to me! to I smelled that guy now I'm obsessed and he died so Imma die too cuz I can't get on that. I don't know, he just sounds like one of those guilt tripping Nice Guys to me :( if anyone says but he cares for ken i'm not here for that,he wants dinner

Whether you decide to answer that or not, I’ll respect your opinion, cuz I respect you a whole lot, and I like your meta-breakdowns, so I’m asking. Thanks, in advance

Anon, I appreciate your kind words but I have to disagree with how you’re framing this in your mind. Maybe I can give you a different frame of reference for Tsukiyama’s actions. 

Now, I adore Tsukiyama but I haven’t read the novels and so I am not as up to speed on his (former) character as other tumblr users. There are other metas about him from people who have read the novels, and you’re welcome to look those up for reference. But from what I can tell, there are two components to your question:

1) How has Tsukiyama’s character developed through the manga?

2) Is Tsukiyama following the “Nice Guy” trajectory, or does he give a damn about Kaneki? (I know you said you’re not here for the idea that he cares about Ken, but that raises the question, so.)

So I will address them in that order. 

Tsukiyama’s Character Development

It’s undoubtable that when Tsukiyama was first introduced, he was interested in Kaneki for one reason only–he wanted to eat him. 

He was a nuisance. Touka said so, and I am sure she wasn't’ the only one who felt that way. Lest we forget, the “Gourmet” was one of the reasons why the CCG decided to increase Dove presence in the 20th Ward, so Tsukiyama was clearly bringing some very unwanted attention. Then, he went on to try and eat Kaneki, going so far as to make him one of the dishes available at his ghoul restaurant. 

When Kaneki fights back and breaks Taro’s arm, Tsukiyama is pleased…he’s pleased that Kaneki was able to think clearly in the situation, was able to fight back, and was able to provide entertainment for his guests. 

Did Tsukiyama care about Kaneki at this point? No. Absolutely not. He just wanted to impress his guests by providing a good show. But Tsukiyama did save Kaneki, only to make him a meal of his own. Tsukiyama selfishly wanted to have Kaneki to himself. He did not want to share him with the others. So he made a new plan. He lured Kaneki into a church so that he could eat him there. I am not going to examine this part too closely…we know that Tsukiyama selfishly wanted to eat Kaneki himself, and that he was beaten. But there is one part I would like to draw attention to:

“I do not have any memories of ever being broken.”

Just….keep that quote in your back pocket, for now. 

Of course, as we know, Kaneki was kidnapped by Aogiri and then tortured by Jason. When Anteiku decided to try and rescue Kaneki, they knew that they needed all of the assistance that they could get. One of the people who chose to help them was Tsukiyama. Now, obviously, going on this mission meant risking their lives. So Tsukiyama was risking his life, but still only for a meal. He wanted to eat Kaneki. He wanted to consume the creature who had managed to evade him twice, while intriguing him so. He wanted to make Kaneki his, and he didn’t want any of those Aogiri assholes to eat the meal he’d worked so hard to obtain. He was willing to put his life on the line for his dinner. Did Tsukiyama care about Kaneki as a person at this point? No. You could argue that there was some more intense, subliminal stuff going on, but for all intents and purposes, for all that we know, Tsukiyama just wanted his dinner. 

After Kaneki is rescued, Banjou pledges himself as Kankei’s Sheild, and in response, Tsukiyama pledges himself as Kaneki’s Sword.

Kaneki accepts this, but warns Tsukiyama that any unnecessary actions will not be tolerated. Tsukiyama is turned on by this, and wants to eat Kaneki even more.

Time passes. The next several chapters focus on Amon, Akira, Shinohara, and Juuzou, which a little bit about Hide. When we see Tsukiyama and Kankei again, it is in a flashback. Tsukiyama appears to be up to his usual hijinks…

He proceeds to help Kaneki murder and cannibalize all of his “friends.” Though he may not have felt much affection or loyalty toward them, he had known these ghouls for a very long time. This is the first time I would claim true development of character. Why? Because Tsukiyama is more loyal to Kaneki, or to his desire for Kaneki, than he is to those he has known for a long time. Remember, the first time he brought Kaneki into the restaurant, he merely killed a scrapper. Scrappers are considered pets, so while it was violent, it wasn’t even remotely similar to killing a fellow ghoul. In this case, he didn’t kill one ghoul…he killed hundreds. 

This is development because his devotion to Kaneki is growing. This is confirmed a few pages later when we see…

Him acting as essentially a bodyguard to Kaneki. 

Him referring to Kaneki as his “master”…

Him admiring Kaneki, and standing back while Kaneki takes down his enemies.

Now, there’s way much here to give pictures for, but as that chapters go on, we see that Tsukiyama is working side by side with Kaneki. He is bankrolling Kaneki, providing him with a home, getting him into the places that he needs to be, going along with all of Kaneki’s plans, and not trying to eat him. It could be argued that this is all a part of Tsukiyama’s plans, but I think at this point - spending all of his time on Kaneki, spending vast amounts of money on Kaneki, designing Kaneki’s clothing (where did he get the new centipede eyepatch? His new clothes? we know he designed Kaneki’s sexy af battlesuit) - it’s safe to say that Tsukiyama’s interest has….outgrown what he would do for a meal. 

He considers the people in Kaneki’s squad to be his friends, and he is lonely.

Later, we see him confused when Kaneki left him behind at the hospital, and fighting at Kaneki’s side, even sustaining physical damage from Naki on Kaneki’s behalf. 

This goes on. He follows Kaneki everywhere, and he does everything at his side. He never once tries to eat him, though he keeps acting like that is what he’s getting at. Then, after the incident with Kanou when Kaneki goes half-kakuja and hurts, Banjou, he’s very depressed. He wont leave his room. It is Tsukiyama that dares to enter, and this is some of what happens.

Apparently, he has observed Kaneki so closely that he knows the one thing that can cheer him up: novels. And Kaneki goes from this:

To this:

In a matter of hours. 

To cheer up Hinami, Tsukiyama takes her out for tea:

Showing that he’s not only well behaved when Kaneki is watching, but when he doesn’t particularly stand to gain anything. Now, of course, Tsukiyama is still claiming to himself that he is just working to acquire Kaneki as a meal.

Yes, Tsukiyama is creepily sniffing his Kaneki-cloth, But actions speak louder than words, do they not? And Tsukiyama hasn’t done anything to actually harm Kaneki in almost over 6 months at this point. In fact, everything that he has been doing has been to help Kaneki and those who surround Kaneki. And he knows it.

What he doesn’t seem to realize yet, is why.

Kaneki chooses to return to Anteiku, and tells his “family” that he is going and that he would like them to join him. 

Tsukiyama claims, within his own mind, that though Kaneki is a lot of trouble, he’s still “good spice,” and therefore worth following. 

But lets consider this for a moment. At this point, Tsukiyama has risked his life several times, allowed his friends to be killed and cannibalized, bankrolled Kaneki, taken pains to cheer him up when he’s down, fought by him at his side. He’s made friends with Kaneki’s friends. He’s done everything that he possibly could do for Kaneki. 

At this point, do you really, honestly believe that this has anything to do with wanting a meal?

Then the Anteiku raid begins. And this is where Tsukiyama has his moment of truth. Kaneki is intent on sacrificing himself for his friends. Tsukiyama…well…

Tsukiyama has seen Kaneki fight. He has seen Kaneki’s struggle. He’s given everything in his power to help Kaneki. And now Kaneki is throwing his life away on a battle that he can not win. Tsukiyama still says he wants to eat him, but you can not convince me that is his motivation in this scene. He’s hysterical. He’s in massive distress. He doesn’t want to lose someone that he’s actually come to love. 

That’s right. I am saying that Tsukiyama actually loves Kaneki, and that his actions in this seen are borne from that love. 

He’s devastated because he can’t stop Kaneki.

And if you need more proof, Kaneki himself thanks Tsukiyama for trying to stop him. Because in that moment, Kaneki knows that Tsukiyama isn’t trying to hurt him, and he isn’t trying to kill him. In that moment, he knows that Tsukiyama was trying to stop him because he cares about him. And Tsukiyama was willing to throw his life away for that. 

And honestly, he does. Losing Kaneki, but even worse, being incapable of stopping him from throwing his own life away, literally destroys Tsukiyama. He doesn’t move, for how long we don’t know. He doesn’t eat for three years. That’s not mourning a lost meal. That’s grief. That’s devastation. That’s coming from a place of deep, deep love. 

And this is where point 2 comes in.

The “nice guy” trope pattern is as follows: Nice Guy falls in lust, Nice Guy does nice things for object of lust, object rejects Nice Guy, and Nice Guy flies into a rage and aims to hurt the object. 

But by this time, Kaneki is not an object to Tsukiyama. If Kaneki was an object, Tsukiyama would not have gone three years without eating. He would not have been devastated. He would have actually tried to hurt Kaneki, instead of just losing his shit and falling impotently to the ground. If Tsukiyama only cared about Kaneki as a meal, he would not have lost literally every aspect of his identity when Kaneki threw his life away. 

Somewhere between agreeing to be Kaneki’s sword and begging him not to go for dear life, Tsukiyama Shuu fell deeply in love with him. He started out at the Nice Guy, but he ended up being the tragic half of love unrequited. And in the end, Kaneki understood that Tsukiyama’s attack came from a place of love, not lust or hunger, but love. That’s why he thanked him. 

Before Kaneki, Tsukiyama was a carefree, hedonistic ghoul with very little conscience to speak of. Kaneki changed him in a way that Tsukiyama still can’t come back from. And despite his connections, his money, his energy, his efforts, and his love, he couldn’t stop Kaneki from throwing himself at the mercy of the CCG. And that devastated him. 

I hope that you read all of this, anon, it’s taken me two hours to write. But if you read all of this and still think that Tsukiyama hasn’t developed as a character, at the very least, then I don’t even know what to tell you. To me, it’s entirely clear that Tsukiyama both developed like crazy AND fell in love with Kaneki. I hope that, at the very least, you can understand where I am getting this viewpoint from. 

Alone at the Burrow ~ Harry Potter x Reader

Originally posted by hoping-its-right-for-once

Requested by @icharleecongreve

Prompt: Y/N being left alone at the Burrow with Harry and things get a bit steamy.  AU where Voldemort never happened and Harry’s parents still live.  Reader is the daughter of Remus Lupin.

Warning: There is smut in this story.  You have been warned.

Okay, so hopefully I did good.  I feel like I may have rushed it.  So…sorry.  Let me know if you like it though.

Word Count: 2457

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You sat on one of the few couches in the Burrow, a book in your lap and a glass of hot chocolate in hand.  It was a particular chilly morning and you couldn’t help but need the warm goodness of chocolate this time.  And you also had to blame your father, Remus Lupin.  He loved chocolate more than anyone and had passed that trait onto you.

“Morning Y/N!” a cheerful voice broke you out of your reverie, making you glance up from the pages.  George came tumbling down the stairs, Fred following close behind him.  They both gave you greetings before disappearing out the door in laughter.  You knew then that they had managed to cause some sort of havoc and surely, Ron stumbled down the steps, water dripping from his ginger hair.

“You better bloody run because if you lot ever come back,” his threat died as his shoulders slumped before looking at you.

“You know your brothers mean well,” you tried to defend.  Ron rolled his eyes.

“Leave it to you to defend them.  Bad enough Harry and I are fighting, I don’t need you adding to it,” Ron huffed before heading up the steps.  He left you in time to avoid seeing the blush on your cheeks at the mention of Harry’s name.  You would never admit that you had feelings for Harry but it simply due to the fact that no one asked.  They all assumed Ginny and Harry would get together but they acted more like siblings rather than a potential couple.

You sighed at that thought, picking up your book again.  No one ever suspected you to ever have a crush on a boy.  They all assumed that your father kept you from wanting contact with people, considering his “furry problem” as your grandparents described it.  It caused you much heartache, especially since he was so protective of you.

Without warning, you saw a light shine beside you, causing you to look up.  From the fireplace stepped out several people, each putting a bigger smile on your face, especially the last person.  You stood from your seat, rushing one of them and receiving a large hug in return.  You had missed them, rarely getting a chance before school to see them, so this was a nice surprise.

“Uncle Sirius!”

“Ah Y/N, how’s the pup?” Sirius teased, giving you a hug in return.  You turned to the others, hugging James and Lily Potter.  

“There’s our beautiful girl!  Starting to turn into quite the heartbreaker I see,” James ruffled your hair before turning to Harry, giving him a nudge.  You blushed brightly, averting your gaze from your family.  They weren’t really your family, none of them were related by blood, but your uncles and aunt had grown up together.  They were so close that you rarely saw any of them without the other.  

“As long as she does the heartbreaking, then I am fine with that,” came another voice, making you turn to look toward the kitchen.  Your father was leaning against the wall, watching the scene play out before him.

“Of course you would say that, Remus.  Always the overprotective type.”

“Only toward my little girl,” he gave you a wink, which you groaned toward.  

“And this is why I am not going with you to Diagon Alley, dad,” you mumbled, returning to your seat.  You heard your father chuckle before nodding toward the stairs.  The other Weasleys came down then, all hollering in excitement.  Everyone was going to Diagon Alley to get their supplies for the upcoming school year.  You had already went and collected your things (with Remus following close behind) so you had no desire to go back.  Remus had to get a few more things for himself, so he opted to go again, deciding that he could leave you alone.  Even though you were a 7th year student.

“Um, Mum, Dad, can I stay here with Y/N?” Harry’s voice earned your attention, watching as his parents nodded.  

“Sure buddy,” James patted his shoulder, grinning from ear to ear.  “Such the perfect gentleman to offer to keep Y/N company.  Just don’t do anything Padfoot would do, okay?”

“Yeah, sure thing,” Harry shoved his hands in his pockets, an annoyed expression crossing his features.  Everyone bid the others goodbye, flooing away.  George and Fred came back once everyone was gone, following quickly behind once they made their comments about Harry and you being left alone.  And then, it was quiet in the house.

You shifted uncomfortably on the couch, failing to pay attention to your book.  It also didn’t help that Harry was staring at you, watching every move you made.  You tried to act natural, taking a sip of your hot chocolate and turning the page but you found your mind just couldn’t stay focused.  So, you glanced up at Harry, keeping a stoic expression on your face.

“Yes?” you questioned, arching a brow.  Harry rubbed the back of his neck before focusing on you again, smiling gently.

“Hey.”

“Oh by Merlin’s beard Harry,” you giggled, patting the spot next to you.  He let out a breathy laugh, doing as you requested.  You felt the couch dip as he sat, his hands laying awkwardly in his lap.

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Love is terrible. It burns your chest, makes your stomach clench, your lungs hurt from lack of breath around your love. At least, that’s how Akiteru explains it – he uses nicer words, he loves love – but the general concept is there. That’s why Kei avoids it. He doesn’t want his heart alight by some unknown force, doesn’t want to lose his lunch thinking about someone, wants to be able to breathe. He likes things just the way they are, thank you very much. 

“I’ll be right back– a- are you sure you don’t want to come with me?.. Th- The time might pass faster for you if you were around some cute dogs?..” 

“I don’t like Ishikawa-san’s dogs, I think I’ll stay with Momoe.” Kei pats the golden retriever’s head, and the pup nuzzles into the touch. “Just don’t stay outside with them while they do their business, it’s freezing outside.” 

“Ok, Tsukki! Have fun!” 

“Yeah. Come back safe.” 

This is normal for them– Tadashi and Kei’s routines. They always try to look out for the other’s health and safety; always tell the other to come back safe if they have to leave to do something. Others think it’s endearing, think it’s sweet, think they’re a couple. Kei doesn’t mind; he and Tadashi both know they’re not an item, who cares what others think? 

Kei watches Tadashi leave, bundled in Kei’s – Kei’s – winter jacket, and when he’s gone, Kei takes a moment to take in his surroundings. He’s in Tadashi’s living room, snug under the kotatsu table, looking over some notes he’s supposed to be copying from Tadashi after he spaced out in class. Momoe, Tadashi’s therapy dog, sits next to him where Tadashi previously occupied, reading a book while Kei did notes. 

Ha, Kei thinks, Book. He picks it up, and looks it over. The “book” is exactly what he’d thought it was, a book cover from a thesaurus not-so-discreetly taped on over shiny bright pink. The new shoujo manga Tadashi had bought on their last outing into town a week ago, pages still neat (not tear stained like most of Tadashi’s manga), spine unbroken (like all of Tadashi’s manga). Kei scoffs. He doesn’t get why Tadashi tries to hide it, it’s not like Kei cares either way that Tadashi’s studying habits involve all nighters and ten cans of Redbull (ok, he does, but he’s given up trying to change that part of Tadashi; there are some things that can’t be taken from that boy). 

With a shake of his head, Kei loos at the back of the book and rolls his eyes. 

Kumiko Akiyama is in love with her childhood best friend, Akira Fujioka; she’s tall, charming, and smart. Everything Kumiko thinks she’s not. Kumiko is clumsy, her hair unruly, and she’s very awkward. But Akira thinks Kumiko is perfect, and that she’s unworthy of her best friend. Follow these two girls through high school, awkward encounters, and confessions! 

A typical teenage girl book– a typical Tadashi book; he’s always read shounen-ai and yuri manga with no shame, and this manga is no different. Though, as Kei flips through the pages, barely paying attention to the – who he assumes is – totally bland main character as he sees tear stains already on the first few pages. He frowns. It doesn’t look like a sad book, it looks like a normal slice-of-life type. 

Kei knocks it up to curiosity. What could make Tadashi cry so much in the very beginning? He doesn’t want to read Tadashi’s stupid shoujo manga. 

He opens it, and starts to read. It starts out boring enough; the main character, Kumiko, talking about how she and Akira became friends, how Akira was always there when other girls picked on her for being ugly, how she fell for her best friend. All very generic. 

Then the scene cuts to Kumiko and Akira walking to school and Kumiko explains their routine (which oddly reminds Kei of his own walks with Tadashi). The entire time Kumiko tries not to think of how she just wants to take Akira’s hand, so close to her own, and hold it, but she doesn’t want to ruin their friendship. And then

“Ah. I have to go help sensei, will you be ok for a few minutes while I’m gone?” 

“Sure, go ahead. Come back safe.” 

Oh. Oh. Kei knows why there’s– He understands now. 

Love is terrible. You’ll be happy for years, going on with your life, your best friend at your side, and then one day you read a manga about childhood friends falling in love and think “well, that’s like me and– fuck” and the world turns upside down.