What If Your Life Was A TV Show. And You Had A Whole Fandom. What If People Shipped You With Your Friends

i'm genuinely curious, so answer in the tags:

how did you first consume fanfiction? and/or, what was your first fanfic obsession?

Sometimes I'm just so mad.

I'm just chilling, doing my thing and than my father just start an argument with me about something stupid and we always disagree and he starts to welling, but I can't well back because that's "disrespectful" and that just makes me so frustrated because I just can't think straight like this and than he would talk for minutes doing this big speech thing and I just know that if I talk back he will talk longer or start welling again so I don't. In the end I just crie. Sometimes it's a silent thing, like a response for the welling or the talks that just make me feel so wrong like I am some tipe of problem in my parents life's. Sometimes is loud. Normally it's like this when it gets to bad and I start screaming or when he hits me for something I say.

In the end he always talk with my mother in the other room, she is never in our arguments, and in the big speech hour she just listen like I do. I never understand the full thing, but I hear that it's about me. Maybe she gets a big speech too.

I don't know, but this makes me want to talk back more, to well and do the things I'm not suppose to do. Maybe that's why I started to be so "rude" to people (I think I am being just true to myself telling them what I think, but mom says that I'm rude and explosive, the second part it's kinda true.)

Don't get the wrong idea, I love my parents, or at least I think so since I don't have to much to compare. It's just that I get so mad at myself for not being capable to deal with this after all this years. This is the only thing in this days that makes me crie and that's so frustrating!

Anyways I just wrote this because I wanted to get it out of my brain so I can do my fucking work and not have to say a word for the rest of the day.

Bye I guess.

OK but I'm still not over this

Where ARE the clothes?

I was just thinking

Where are the sides old clothes?

Because Janus seems to have access to all of them (except from the hoodie, we don't know about it) but, in Moving On, Roman pulls his old attire when they are in Patton's room.

Where was it? Was it just lying in the room? Did Roman summon it from wherever the clothes are? Does the sides have a prop room they can just summon their things? Were the costumes in Janus's room and that's why he can use them? In that case, can Roman just pull it from there? (I mean, that would explain the hat)

I have questions.

My Tumblr @kath-cat made 4 years today :]

I'm somewhat of a Tumblr veteran lol

This is the first character I did for the game. Oh hells is supposed to have bosses based on the 7 deadly sins, I was the last to claim mine and ended up with Hunter and Serena (Gluttony and Pride/Greed). Here is some stuff I developed for Hunter and a deeper look at their concept.

Hunter

Backstory: With all the mutations happening, Hunter developed an insatiable appetite that left them with more animal instinct than man, violent to the point that people had to sew his mouth shut a long time ago. This made them develop their side mouth, which gave them the opportunity to communicate again, but the new challenge of mobility and adaptation forced them to be less fierce and more calculated with their hunger. Stoic and serious, the years have made them a leader in their own right and they say Hunter is physically incapable of smiling.

(Expression 5 - "Friendly" is unlocked if the player decides to cut the line holding Hunter's mouth instead of stabbing them at the end of the battle.)

Gameplay: Hunter walks slowly through space and has 3 possible attacks. Short distance (front and back) they hit you with his butcher's ax like a headbutt; Medium distance (semicircle) force theit arm towards the player; and Long distance (from above) eating parts of the space, leaving this area temporarily inaccessible to the player even if you are not hit.

Here is their concept sheet and the OG color pallet I made for them. I was really happy with this silhouette, its something I really focoused with my main characters. The first color pallet was pretty much the only thing that was finished early enogh to get feedback and it just looked way to different in all of our devices I had to scrap it. After that I did multiple versions of everything and then just picked myself.

Everything side to side along the way. I had to change the colors on the neutral expression after that because everyone else was so much darker lol. Plus some of the details and adding More BloodTM on the negative expressions. They still are kinda neet side to side so here!

me: Does it really matter whether Steve and Billy have basketball on Wednesdays or Thursdays? Time to stop focusing on the details and get back to the plot

also me:

This one got it

How to get in the musical fandom

Step 1. Have a lot of self-hatred

Step 2. Listen to a musical

Step 3. Become obsessed with said musical

Step 4: Fall in love with a ship in the musical

Step 5: Look for it on every social media account you have

Step 6: Repeat step 2 through step 5 with different musicals

Náusea

(Hey guys. So, I haven't written for some years now. But last night I was very upset since the last episode so I started writing something until I fell asleep.)

(I'm not joking, I woke up with my cellphone under me and a half written fanfic I don't fully remember writing because my Rociet/Roman Stan heart was very hurt. So enjoy, I guess?)

"I don't understand"

As he curled up in the couch, well aware that Patton was probably standing where he couldn't see, that was all that he could say. Things simply didn't add up, what just happened didn't make any sense to him.

When he finally thought he had figured it out who was who in this battle, who was him allowed to like and the ones he should protect his friends from, things changed again.

He was starting to really dread changes. They were never good for him, it just reminded him that he wasn't doing what he should be doing, and then they would get upset with him for not getting with the program.

Perhaps he was just stupid for not getting it.

"... what don't you understand?" - Came a voice from behind him. He still didn't move.

"You kept saying he was evil. Virgil insisted the guy was manipulating me for so long I was starting to think he was right."

He snorted sadly at the memory. He didn't really know why the emo took it as such a serious matter, but he could get pretty intense when he tried.

"You guys never liked when I tried to be friendly before, acted as I was naive for believing what he said."

And that also hurt. Because for the longest time, he had believed it. He took the eye rolls that he caught when he took a complement because deep down he needed them and he believed that they weren't all lies, maybe the way they were phased was exaggerated, but he really thought he meant them.

But after the stuff with the trial making so much sense when he started to consider that 'Hey! Maybe he actually was using me to get what he wanted and was pissed when that didn't happen.' And then getting knocked out with a freaking mace because he said to Remus that he could just break loose with them... It started to get a bit difficult believing that the snake even remotely cared for him.

It was all so easy in the end. He treated him nicely because he thought he could get something from him, but when he failed to prove himself as an useful ally, he got tossed aside like a ragdoll.

"When I started to believe you guys things finally made sense again... Why can't things just make sense? Do they?! Am I really the only one that doesn't see it?"

He paused, still not looking up to the side behind him, he didn't want any pity for poor stupid Roman.

"Am I the one who is being selfish right now for holding to what I know...?"

It came out nearly as a whisper and he wasn't even sure if the other side heard it, his eyes were starting to water in frustration.

"I'm not the smart one. I'm the Prince, I'm not the one supposed to decide what is right and what is wrong, I just roll with it!"

He was waving his hands in front of his face tiredly. He was so tired. Tired of not fully knowing what was going on, of having everything he believed said to be delusional. If not even Thomas thought he was the hero anymore, what was the gosh darn point? This was just going to come back to bite him later all over again and he didn't even understand why.

"If you all can change your opinions so easily... How am I supposed to believe that everything you say isn't going to change?"

"Did you finish your thoughts?" - He heard the other, the voice sounded somewhat softer now, but in a different way then he was expecting. He turned around.

Oh no.

His mouth parted and he suddenly became very aware of the tears shining in the corner of his eyes ready to fall down.

Oh hells

Menu drawing for the game I've been working on these last months, there are just some finishing touches to go and I'm pretty stoaked with the art I did for it.