Guide: Keeping Numbers & Number-Related Details Straight In Your Story

Strawberry lemonade, buttercup, meadow grass and cinnamon ❤️

Thank you for the ask! 😄 I feel so honoured someone thinks I give good hugs lol and yes! I’m always open to more friends!

i feel like we as a meme-based society don’t give enough credit to the jokes we read that live in our head forever afterwards but that you don’t in turn incorporate into your daily lexicon

Art commission: RWBY Yang x EldenRing OC: Jack for @KellofK

Tried a bit of Lauren Groff’s style on this one. I don’t think I pulled it off 😂

Angsty fic of Onyx nudging mc’s body (she’s unable to come back in animal form) with her muzzle to try to wake her up. Like that scene in Game of Thrones when Drogon tries to wake Daenerys up

Written by @an-awkward-ghost

The sight was sickening.

MC was—is larger than life, someone that would fight tooth and nail to achieve what she wants. Onyx had always admired that about her. At some point in their relationship, Onyx felt less like the badass Envy Assassin she was and more like a lost little puppy MC had found on the street. She had crumbled more than once in her arms, cursing the world, her sister, her inability to do anything right.

She wasn’t that cool woman that had kissed MC one night, sparkling green eyes and a dimpled smile. She is a broken woman, left to rot, to fail, to hurt everyone she ever cared about, and now, now… the only person that had looked at all her faults and shrugged them off, that had welcomed her into a loving heart, was… she was…

Please, MC, she begged in her thoughts, please don’t leave me.

She just couldn’t process it. There was no way, no way, no way—

She crouched low to seek MC’s warmth, taken aback by the scent of death and sweat and blood, and her mind went blank, because how could this be, how could MC, how could someone as strong and determined and wonderful as her be—how could…

She pressed her snout against her rib, hoping against hope that she would feel it rise. She knew that if she listened for a few more seconds she’d hear her heart, her breathing, and her mouth was already opening to tell MC to stop scaring her, to wake up, but all that emerged from her were low growls and desperate roars. Her muzzle refused to form the words she wanted to say, and everything came out as a choked sound of pain and grief. She wanted to say it, she wanted to yell it, please, please, MC, don’t leave me, please stay, you’re going to be fine, I’m so sorry, so sorry, please—

MC’s body refused to give signs of life. Onyx wondered if she wasn’t looking hard enough, if MC was merely tired and would blink drowsily at her and laugh that bell-like laugh of hers. Her eyes. Onyx needed to see them, because surely… surely… that part of MC was still alive…

Onyx wondered if her eyes would look as dull and faded as dirt on a mountain, instead of the usual, warm orbs of chocolate she was so accustomed to seeing. Her claws sank deep into the earth, rooting Onyx in the spot.

Right. Right. MC’s eyes must be full of warmth still. They had to be, but Onyx couldn’t confirm it.

She stared hopelessly at MC’s closed eyelids, at the way her hands laid on her sides. She had the posture of death and eternal memory, and Onyx couldn’t unsee it now.

MC was—she was…

A small nudge. The body rolled easily into its side, no resistance, no nothing. Despite all her fur, the spot of muzzle that had touched MC’s body burned with cold.

Lovestruck: Here, have this villain in our new Sin With Me series. She's mean and controls demons and she's hot.

Me: Nice

LS: Oh, and if she touches anything living, she fucken incinerates it. This is both a weapon and a curse.

Me: SPICE

LS: Oh, and now she's getting her own route.

Me: Take my money

LS: Oh, and by the way, she's highly successful, and values human life despite what her actions may initially suggest. Also she leaves ridiculously good tips for service workers and literally robs the rich after seeing them laugh about firing a waiter and taking away their livelihood

Me: VILLAIN ROUTES ARE THE BES

*¼ through a fanfic* wait i’ve read this before

*2/4 through a fanfic* lol no i haven’t wtf is hapenning

* ¾ through  fanfic* OMG I’VE READ THIS BEFORE

The spread of the black death.

“This reads like fanfiction (it feels like it was written by a preteen, and most of such things posted publicly are fanfic)” vs “This reads like fanfiction (it has a focus on character and relationships, like the style of a lot of modern fanfic)” vs “This reads like fanfiction (it keeps referencing people and events with the assumption that the audience is already familiar with them, like how fanfic doesn’t need to rehash the source material)”