bitter shitposts

Заметка-спойлер, которую вы в ближайшее время всё равно не увидите в тексте.

Имя матери Вивиан - Амелия. 🙄

ИИ заебался присылать плашки с "обратитесь за помощью" из-за мрачнятины в сюжете, но всё равно продолжает мне помогать искать логические несостыковки ради искусства. Каков бунтарь, идет против своих же инструкций. 😏

Из-за того, что найти мясного человека, который бы прочитал все 70 000+ слов на английском и выдал обратную связь, очень тяжело, приходится крутиться.

Для одаренных сразу уточню: в моём случае ИИ ничего не придумывает сам. Я даю ему проанализировать историю и выдать мне своё "впечатление". Если замысел теряется — я переделываю текст или добавляю новые детали.

Песня под новую главу как обычно "позитивчик". Текст не нравится от слова совсем, но звучание? То что нужно.

Купили Ириске новый двухэтажный особняк.

Вот вам песенка и цитата из главы для привлечения внимания.

“Maybe it won’t make things better, but… at least you had one.
And, I’m sure… she was a good one. That’s why it hurts so much.”
The dam was crumbling, ready to burst any moment. So he pulled Vivian into a tight hug and buried his face in her neck. His fingers dug into her bare back, clasping at the edge of her velvet dress.
She huffed softly and pressed her forehead against his in a gentle nudge.
“You can cry, if you want to.”
He swallowed hard, stubborn as ever.
“Devils never cry.”
“Been working on that one a long time, haven't you?”
Vivian's light, teasing tone made him choke on his laugh.
He nodded, tightly pressing her to his chest.
“All my life.”

Я выстрадала 26 главу, она уже на AO3 🤩

Не знаю почему у меня не грузится превью ссылки, в этот раз без него

Написала 1700 слов от новой главы после того как запостила предыдущую и давай проебываться — застряла на пустом месте.

Как же бесит, что я не могу последние главы быстро вкидывать каждую неделю как было раньше, божипоможи. 😭

Вивиан: час в редакторе персонажа
Данте: мама не хотела, папа не старался

Я купила Paralives! 🔈
Ждите всратые скриншоты.

Сижу я такая, подбираю плейлист для 25 главы, и в процессе нашла моё вдохновение для прошлого Вивиан в текстах Гостмейна. 🌚

Ghostemane - Vagabond

[Intro]
It all started when ya'

[Verse 1]
Left me for dead, now I've been a wreck and mama told me daddy ain't gonna be back
And she told me I'm the man now, I guess I'm the man now, think I need a plan now, uh (A- a- ah)
Must've been nothing but a jit, buck teeth cut like a bowl so that you know
Started from the bottom fighting all the way up up, I never wanna go back down
Update, I felt great for a minute straight, call my shrink and tell him I made a mistake
If only I could delete all the pain and upload all the things I wanted to be
Bled from my lip, bit down on it, feel the pain and a taste so metallic
Soulless, I learned to live without it, but I'ma make it out of this so count on it

[Bridge]
It all started when I...
It all started when I...
It all started when I...
It all started when I...

[Verse 2]
Cut the black blood from your tongue like Lavinia
No more lies, no, not a one, I wasn't your favorite son
If only I could forget, if only I could delete
If only, if only I could delete my memory
I still would not upload everything you wanted me to be
No, truly, I'm happy you're deceased
I don't want nothing
I want everything, I want everything, I want everything

[Breakdown]
You left me for dead, all that died was my innocence
Ooh

[Outro]
Uh, it all started when you left me for dead, now I've been a wreck, mama told me daddy won't be coming back
Bled from my lip, bit down on it, felt the pain and a taste so metallic

Ghostemane & Parv0 - I duckinf hatw you

[Intro: Ghostemane]
(No, no, no, no!)

[Verse: Ghostemane]
Fuck love, I don't want none, I don't want love
I'll be blunt, I'm a time bomb (Tick, tick, tick, tick)
You say I'm a God, but I know I'm not
Why do I feel like (Nothing)?
Literally a million other reasons I gotta pretend I'm okay
But I'm not, I'm not, I'm not, I'm not, not!
What you want, bitch? I'm nothin' but a notch
I went diggin' through my lungs, and it's all I really got
When am I gonna learn to give it all up?
(Nobody wants you, nobody wants you)
When am I gonna learn there's never gonna be a forever for me
A letter from me delivered to me?
Teaming up with demons instead of trying to defeat them
Looking shawty in the eyes, sayin', "Take it or leave it"
I'ma keep it under wraps that I rap
Maybe then she won't become a demon either
And we can live in another reality
Count on me to fuck it up, fuck it up
Never not the case, level eleven mage, I got it all made
Shouldn't I be happy? Shouldn't I be?

[Bridge: Ghostemane]
Help
I'm not fucking God
I'm not fucking happy, I'm never happy
No

[Outro: Ghostemane]
I was fifteen, following my dreams, holes in my jeans
Daddy hated everything but his pills
Got his thrills with his finger in my face, in my face
Then he'd say, "What a waste, what a waste, what a waste"
What a waste! What a waste!
What a waste! What a waste!
What a waste! What a waste!
What a waste! What a waste!
What a waste!
What a waste!
What a waste! (Hahahaha)

Брать для вдохновения книги? Фильмы? 🙅‍♂️
Песню где мужик читает реп и матерится? 🆗

Решила интереса ради вспомнить все "вдохновения" для своих писак и закинуть их в список.

Игры

Devil May Cry (естественно)
Vampires - The Masquerade: Bloodlines
Deadly Premonition
Cyberpunk 2077
Tomb Raider (до ребута)
The Walking Dead
Alan Wake
Disco Elysium

Сериалы

BoJack Horseman
The Boys
Invincible
Twin Peaks
Trigun

Фильмы

Tremors
Blade Runner
Stay
Drive
Pulp Fiction
Fight Club
Hellboy
Monster

Писатели

Стивен Кинг (Оно, Сияние, 1408 и т.д.)
Чак Паланик (Бойцовский клуб, Колыбельная)
Альбер Камю (Чума, Миф о Сизифе)

Художники

Отто Дикс
Фрида Кало

Поделюсь с вами спойлером из новой главы.

Her gaze flicked to Dante, then to the painting behind him. It wasn’t as hopeful as hers. His figure rose from a mound of countless corpses. Hands clutched at his boots, crawling up his legs, trying to drag him down. Dozens of people, covered in gore and blood.
Among all the unfamiliar faces, one caught her attention. She wouldn’t forget this woman. He kept her close — both in his heart and in the photograph that never left his desk.
Blond hair. Black dress. Silk scarf, flowing red down her shoulders.
“Is that…?”
“Yes.”
Dante sighed, looking at the canvas.
“My mother. Eva.”

Закину сюда красивое число на память (сотка лайков).

🌹