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transrevolutions · 2 months

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ender and bean are both autistic but the difference lies in that ender has hyperempathy and bean is like 'what the fuck is an empathy what do you mean you feel other people's emotions damn bitch you live like this?'

#personally on the beancoded end of the spectrum in this regard #ender wiggin #bean delphiki #ender's game #autism

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reading-sometimes · 10 months

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Bean Delphiki SHC Sorting

I'm sorting Bean from Ender's Game. I'm going to mostly be focusing on the book Ender's Shadow, since it's a retelling of Ender's Game from Bean's perspective. A basic explanation of the system that I'm using by @wisteria-lodge be found here.

Bean would be a villain in any other story. He has low empathy, and he's a Burnt Snake who doesn't care about anything but his own survival. He grew up homeless on the streets, and when he finds a gang he immediately tells the leader of it, Poke, to kill a bully.

He's even treated like a villain in-universe. He has to tell people that he's not a machine and that he has emotions. A teacher believed that Bean was lying to them no matter what he said, because of his Snake secondary. Petra tells Bean that it's a relief that he has feelings, or that he "thinks it's worth pretending to have them, nobody's sure about that yet."

He has a strong Snake primary, even though it burned before the beginning of the book. He says that it's a mistake to think of anyone but himself. He doesn't understand it when people are homesick, or why anyone would be nice to him without an ulterior motive. When a nun saves him from the streets and gives him a home, he doesn't trust her, or love her. He was on guard all the time, and he didn't think that he was safe. When he left, she hugged him, and he couldn't understand why. His only goal is to survive, and he doesn't care what he has to do to achieve it. He wants to "kill someone who is helpless, just because they might pose a danger later".

He unburns his Snake primary as he makes friends that don't leave him or die, like his brother Nikolai and Ender. He liked Nikolai even though he was "nothing special, except to me", which is a big improvement over Bean not understanding why hugs exist. He puts Nikolai into the army with him because of nepotism (and his Snake Primary). He says that Ender gives his life meaning, and that serving with Ender is its own reward.

Bean has a very strong Snake secondary. He crawls through the air vents to spy on the teachers, he pretends that he's a drunk guy's son so that he can talk to him alone, and he uses his power as the smallest kid to be able to get soup from the homeless shelter. He says that it feels terrible to be cornered. If he "thought of something that might get him some advantage later, he did it." Soldiers, at least in Battle School, where they tend to have more agency than in the real military because they're being trained to lead armies, are practically made for Snake secondaries. Bean says it himself. "Soldiers shoot in the back, lay traps and ambushes, lie to the enemy and outnumber the other bastard every chance they get."

When he first hears about Ender (a Badger Snake), he doesn't understand him at all, which is only made worse by his low empathy and his Burned Snake primary. He doesn't understand why Ender's practicing with people who can't do anything for him, and he sees Ender as more human than he is. The teachers are suspicious of Bean hiding all of the things that he's not supposed to know, so to throw off their suspicion he decides to act like their favorite student (Ender). He creates a Badger Primary model so that the teachers would like him more. Granted, this could be Bean using Actor Bird from his Bird secondary model, or face-switching as a Snake secondary. He's creating a persona for the teachers, which seems like he might be modeling an Exploded Badger. He wants to "become what they hoped their perfect commander would be" and "make himself into the kind of child that the teachers would trust, would rely on". He realizes that the only way to advance in the military is to please his superior officers, fitting into the system and thinking in ways that they're comfortable with.

His Badger Primary model becomes less Exploded and something that he likes using for himself throughout the book. He says that everyone should be "learning from each other, sharing information and ideas." They should work together to "explain what they were thinking, why they did what they did." This could also be from his Bird Primary model, but given the focus on cooperation, I feel safe using it as a Badger primary example. He "used his inside information to give himself the illusion of belonging to the community." He slowly changes his worldview to match Ender's, culminating in Bean not wanting to kill the villian anymore. He "hadn't realized how much he needed the honor of others until he finally got it."

He also has a Bird Primary model. He "never fully trusted his own guesses." He "acted on them, but always kept himself open to the possibility that his interpretations might be wrong." He wants "as much control over his own future as possible" (which could also be his Snake secondary). His Bird Primary model is probably immature, since he calls people stupid a lot, and part of his character development is Bean realizing that other people's perspectives are valuable. He seeks out other people's opinions because "it was hard to break free of his own assumptions. One mind can think only of its own questions; it rarely surprises itself."

He also has a Lion Primary model, which means that he's collected them all. He gets emotional pings (explained by Bean unconsciously noticing things, or survival instincts). He follows the pings when he notices them. His "heart was still jumping; something is wrong". I considered that he was a Lion Primary, but he's so Snake that he couldn't be anything else. He also acts like a Glory Hound Lion sometimes. He purposefully created Ender's army so that Bean himself would have the greatest chance of success. He's doing it more for Ender to notice him than anything, but one of the teachers does say that he has a vain streak.

Bean stands back and watches before jumping in most of the time, indicative of a Bird secondary model. He even has a list that he follows: "know, think, choose, do." He's prideful about how he doesn't let his feelings influence his decisions. He wants "order, finding out how things worked, getting a grasp on the world around him." This could also be his Snake secondary, but they generally don't want order (even though it could also be his Bird Primary model). He "had to get more information in order to have some hope that his analysis was correct and that his choices would be valid." He says that he should "follow the script" in a conversation, indicative of an Actor Bird (and his autism).

He feels proud of himself for making bold decisions, which could be a Lion secondary model. He has fun goading bullies. He tells a teacher to "swallow hard and back down", and that he needs Bean's cooperation more than Bean needs his. He does all of that for Ender, not for himself, but he feels cowardly for choosing to run away from everything.

The differences between Ender and Bean (and Badger and Snake primaries, as well as high and low empathy) are obvious at the end of the book. When Ender defeated the enemies, he was absolutely horrified, because he'd committed genocide and he felt like he was worse than Hitler. Bean thinks that "the death of Poke was more important than the death of an entire species that I never saw." He "didn't know them, so how could he grieve for them?"

#bean #julian delphiki #bean delphiki #ender's game #ender's shadow #shc #sorting house chats #this boy has so many models #I feel like I overused quotes #especially long sentence quotes #but I love this series so much lol

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jodjuya · 16 days

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One of the things that happens some times with ebooks is that the original text's kerning will be slightly off enough to fuck up the OCR and you end up with minor typos. "rn" will become "m" or vice versa, for instance.

This is the funniest fucking typo I've ever seen in my life:

#ender's shadow #Bean Enderverse #bean delphiki

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lusilly · 1 year

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ppb

some little pieces here and there of and ot3 which is practically canon because osc, noted homophobe, hilariously writes the GAYEST characters

peter: nerdy academic and kinda president of the free world, petra: angry commander-in-chief whose competitive streak is so strong it's pathological, bean: big, big, big man with a sword hanging over him at every moment who is just now discovering that he is not incapable of love. now that's how to do a real co-parenting situation

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In Araraquara, after the little pauper’s service they had for Achilles, who did not deserve it except that Bean insisted, Peter called them four times in the first week.

“Petra,” called Bean, as she was in the kitchen shredding ginger root with a spoon for tea. Poking his head into the room, hair still wet from a shower, Bean held out the phone and said, “Ender’s brother wants to speak to you.”

Even though the phone was not at either of their ears, they both still audibly heard Peter say, “Ouch.” Petra sighed and took the call, tucking it between her shoulder and cheek. “He must be really mad,” Peter continued, without skipping a beat. “I didn’t interrupt you in bed, did I?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know,” Petra replied, dropping ginger into a pot of water. “What do you want Peter?”

“I’m sorry Petra, is it a bad time? Hold on, I’ll hang up and call the spiritual leader of a billion people directly - it’s really just the fate of the free world on ours hands-”

“What do you want, Peter?”

What he wanted, evidently, was for her to return his banter. There had been a strangeness to Peter’s tone lately, an odd falseness that she and Bean spoke about sometimes at night when discussing the fate of the Hegemony, and indeed, the fate of the free world, but which they could not quite place. It was sharper, yes, but more familiar.

“Bean,” Petra had said, late at night, when he laid his head against her belly, imagining he could hear a heartbeat, “you don’t think Peter thinks we’re his friends, do you?” She sounded half-horrified at the thought.

Bean did not reply right away. “I don’t know,” he said. “You don’t think he’s earned it?”

“How? By being an idiot?”

“He stayed in the compound with me that night, Petra. Me and Peter against Achilles and half an army.”

“Yes, but he didn’t do anything.”

“Well, he stayed.”

Petra didn’t say anything in response to this. Troubled, she ran her fingers through Bean’s hair, where wiry curls had begun to grow now that Petra no longer shaved his head weekly. They were not soldiers anymore, after all.

She asked, “Does he ever remind you of Ender?”

“No,” said Bean. “Never.”

Petra made a face. “Me neither. I wish he did. I think that would make this easier.”

“Make what easier?”

“Being his friend.”

Bean laughed, and he kissed her belly, traveling up past her collarbone to her lips. “I’m not sure he’s ever had a friend in his life,” he told her. When he held her, his hands felt so big against her body, his palm splayed out across the width of her ribs. “I can sympathize.”

“Mm. As someone else who never had a friend in his life. Not to this day.”

“Not once.”

She kissed him. “He has his parents.”

Bean wanted to say, “I hope you never say that of our children,” but he couldn’t, partly because he did not know if he would live long enough to be a friend to his child, and partly because he couldn’t yet bring himself to say the word children. Child, yes, the one growing inside of Petra. But the others, for his sanity, for the moment, he could not yet begin to hope.

In the kitchen in Araraquara, waiting for the tea to boil, Peter had moved on to whatever qualified as business in his own mind. “I don’t suppose you could get in touch with Dink Meeker, could you? Our odds at reaching Alai are better with every member of the jeesh we can get in touch with, and he’s being a bit of a pain to reach at the moment. Is it true that you and he used to be-?”

“If Dink doesn’t want to be found, leave him alone.”

“But Alai-”

“You’ll get to Alai sooner or later. Dink never liked playing the game, so leave him out of this.”

Peter didn’t like this answer, which he indicated by hesitating before he spoke once more. “It might not matter anyway. We’re already at critical mass, if I can count you and Bean.”

“What do you mean, if you can count me and Bean?”

“Well, you two are away honeymooning-”

There was a bang as Petra nearly broke the tea cups she was pulling out of the cabinet. At that moment Bean entered the kitchen, half-dressed, and kissed her on the cheek. “What was it this time?” he asked. “Barefoot and pregnant or housewife?”

Petra held the phone out to him, which he took dutifully. On the other end, Peter said, “Just honeymoon. Is that so bad? You are honeymooning, aren’t you?”

“Sure,” answered Bean, getting to work on a mango at the kitchen table. “If you consider regrouping after an execution and investigating leads on our stolen genetic material a honeymoon.”

“Stolen genetic material,” Petra echoed, pouring the tea. “So romantic.”

To Bean, Peter said, “You have got to get her to stop calling those embryos children, Bean - I know Sister Carlotta was Catholic, but come on.”

Bean thought it should bother him more that Peter had the nerve to evoke Carlotta’s name to him, but for some reason it came gently, more of a touch than a blow. “What do you need, Peter?”

“I was hoping your wife could get me in touch with a certain Dutch Battle School graduate.”

“I’m Greek.”

“No, the other one.”

“Peter, we just killed him, remember?”

“I’m talking about Dink Meeker, smartass. And Achilles was Belgian.”

Bean did not know Dink well, except as the boy who held Petra when she cried after the final battle. But he trusted Petra’s judgment. “You heard what the lady said.”

“Sure. Hey,” he began, “when are you two going to come back? You know you have access to all of my resources here, and the IF’s.”

Bean highly doubted this. Peter wildly underestimated the Fleet’s capabilities. “We’re in touch with Ferreira. Once we turn up a lead, we’ll be back within reach of your grasping ambition. Promise.”

Annoyed, Peter asked, “What are you even doing out there? Eating papayas with the locals?”

“Papayas,” said Bean, cocking his head. “And other things.”

If Peter caught the innuendo, which Bean was not confident he did given the fact that Peter had very clearly never known the touch of a woman in his sad little life, he ignored it. “Well, hurry up and come back to where you can be useful.”

“Peter,” said Bean. Something about this amused him, and good-naturedly, he asked, “Sweetheart, you’re not getting lonely, are you?”

To which Peter let out a frustrated sigh, and hung up the phone.

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“I’m not saying I need her to like me,” said Peter, pointedly buttering a roll. “All I’m looking for is some kind of mutual respect. No, not respect. Just acknowledgement. If the two of you would give me just a touch of the benefit of the doubt, I promise I’ll be a good boy and won’t throw it back in your faces.”

Bean was not hungry; he had been grazing all day, as he did more and more as he kept growing, up and out. Peter had not eaten since coffee that morning, and so whenever he stopped by the Arkanian-Delphiki household on the Hegemony compound, he helped himself to the contents of their fridge.

“She likes you,” said Bean.

Mouth full, Peter let out a bark of laughter. “She barely puts up with me.”

“She likes you,” Bean said again, firmly. “She grew up in Battle School, remember? The only way she knows how to show affection is through bullying.”

Skeptically, Peter asked, “Oh, is that the only way? So that’s what the baby in her belly is, you call that bullying?”

Bean grinned at him. “Yes, actually. I didn’t want my genes to continue on to the next generation. She’s the one who wore me down.”

Peter ate his bread. Well, Bean’s bread. “So romantic, getting a turkey baster stuffed up inside of you.”

“Wouldn’t you like to know.”

Despite himself, in the very childish way that told Bean that Peter had both grown up privileged, and grown up with siblings - no matter how he treated them - Peter tore an edge off his bread roll and tossed it at Bean. “Gross.”

“Petra was always like that,” Bean continued. “She didn’t like me when we first met. I was a snot-nosed kid, not many people did.”

“I didn’t,” offered Peter helpfully.

“By the time I met you I at least looked like a normal-sized child,” Bean said. “Imagine waking up in Battle School and finding a walking, talking infant talking back to you.”

“Frankly, I can’t believe you survived and other boys didn’t.”

“Just the one other boy,” said Bean.

“Two,” corrected Peter. He waved his hand, as if to say, Well of course you don’t know. “The other was before your time.”

Bean didn’t ask what happened to whoever the other one was. He could imagine. “Petra likes you,” he repeated, with some finality. “Anyway, she has a record of warming up to sad little boys who only have about one redeeming trait, so you’re in good company.”

“You think I have a redeeming trait? Why, Bean, I’m charmed.”

“That trait being, of course, that you kind of resemble your brother in the right light.”

“Boo,” said Peter. “You can do better than that.”

“You’re right, I can do better. Your one redeeming trait is that you’re so small and frail that you make me look especially good in the bedroom.”

“That’s all you, Bean. If the growth is, ah, proportional, you certainly don’t need my help.”

Fair enough. And a compliment to boot. Peter was getting better at this.

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Petra was one of precisely six girls at Battle School. She was never shy about using the toilet or changing into her battle suit with the other. If she felt the need to run for some privacy every time they geared up for battle, Bonzo would’ve beat the shit out of her, and she wouldn’t have had it in her to beat him back like Ender did. She got her first period when she bled onto a seat in class, and had to walk with a teacher to the nurse’s - the blood on her pants she could’ve dealt with, but no one ever let her live down being accompanied by a teacher.

Phoenix Army was the first time she’d ever had quarters to herself, and she had found it uncomfortable. But it was a sign of a frightened commander to sleep in the barracks with the rest of the army, and she had only been in Dink’s room for twenty minutes after lights out before they went and got her.

The point was, she wasn’t shy about her privates. When the nurses asked if she wanted anyone in the room with her, her response was to point out that she was much more concerned, at the moment, with getting this creature in her belly out of her, and her mother, who was just behind the door, burst into tears when she heard Petra call the baby a creature.

It was both mothers in the end, Petra’s and Bean’s. They tried to hold her hands, but she kept pulling her hands away; she found it patronizing, somehow, even as she screamed on that hospital bed.

But the screaming didn’t last long. Labor barely lasted two hours, and the baby cried when he was born, lungs tiny but fully-formed. Before they took him to the NICU - only for monitoring, as he seemed otherwise healthy - they let Petra hold him.

Peter was the first to visit. He held balloons and flowers, but immediately disabused her of the notion that he was being thoughtful by saying, “My mother told me to give you these.”

“Ah,” said Petra. “She didn’t want to give them herself?”

“She says women who just gave birth should have as few visitors as possible until the first time they pee. She says it’s less intimidating to deal with guests once you know everything still works down there.”

“You get your charm from her,” said Petra, as Peter placed the flowers and balloons on a table by the bed.

“Definitely not from my father,” Peter agreed. He went to her bedside, leaning slightly over her, looking at the baby. “Wow,” he murmured. “He’s tiny.”

Petra brushed her thumb across the baby’s little face. She did not want to think about his size, and what that meant about his life. “He’s beautiful.”

“He takes after Bean.” Petra glanced up at him severely, and he quickly amended, “Look, I meant he’s got his father’s nose. And so much hair, huh?”

“That’s an Armenian thing,” Petra confirmed. “And his nose is just squashed because he just squeezed his way through my pelvis. Give him a week to decompress and we’ll see what he actually looks like.”

Peter looked down at the baby. “Hello,” he said, his voice softer than Petra was accustomed to. “Hello, baby. God, he’s little.”

Petra watched Peter looking. “Do you want to hold him?”

“Absolutely not,” said Peter. “He’s like an hour old, Petra, give him time to breathe.”

The baby nuzzled against her chest, and she pulled out a breast to feed him. Peter didn’t even blink. “When is Julian getting in?” she asked.

“Oh, he’s still half a day away. You popped this little guy out way too fast.”

“Did he tell you we’re going to baptize him?”

“Yes,” answered Peter. “He said Catholic. Aren’t both of you Orthodox?”

“Sister Carlotta was Catholic,” said Petra.

“Yes,” said Peter, again. “But ethnically, you two are Orthodox.”

“We’re barely anything. But it’s a boy, so we can’t name him after her, so this is the best we can do.”

“If you were really committed, you’d name him Carlos.”

Petra chuckled, looking down at her baby. “We already picked a name.”

“I was afraid you’d say that.”

“You can pick the next one I give birth to,” said Petra.

“Ha-ha,” said Peter grimly, but the next time she asked if he wanted to hold Ender, he said yes.

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Next to Bean, Petra and Peter both felt small. The difference between the two of them - an inch or two, at that - was nothing compared to the full head he towered above them both. When he kissed Petra, Bean would lean down, hunching over. When he kissed Peter, he made Peter get up on his tiptoes and come to him.

Pressed between them, Peter felt his heart pounding so hard in his chest it was a wonder they couldn’t hear it. One of Bean’s hands held Petra’s, her fingers tiny between his, and the other hand was splayed across Peter’s ribs. If he didn’t find it so insanely hot, he might have found the hugeness of Bean’s hand and the power in his arms almost frightening.

“Look at this,” breathed Peter, rocking back slightly into Petra. “My parents would be horrified.”

“Oh, please,” Petra said. “They forgave Ender for killing a boy, Peter, they can forgive you for kissing one.”

“They’re religious, Petra, not medieval.” Bean’s hand went from Peter’s ribs to the small of his back, pulling him in, and for half a second he felt faint. “Kissing a man? Fine. Kissing a married man?” Over his shoulder, a smile on their lips, Bean and Petra kissed. “I’m going to hell,” breathed Peter.

#osc #peter wiggin #julian delphiki #petra arkanian #heaving bc there are only like 3 ships on earth that Possess me like this #welcome to the club #ppb

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ayoolasknife · 2 years

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Shadow of the Hegemon

#shadow of the hegemon #bean delphiki #enderverse

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yoonyia · 8 days

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gloriously bright Qingjao art

but shes actually glowing

and ender holding the hive queen like Jesus holds the lamb

Peter and si wang mu dancing in the outside

si wang mu teaching Qing jao how to embroider

"Achilles" delphiki with blonde hair and looking a lot like Achilles and petra smiling anyways because who cares he's dead and her sons alive

bean holding his kid and its so tiny

bean standing next to height markers as they have bigger and bigger gaps as he stares at them concerningly

comic of Jane Val running to ender and ender kissing her on the forehead

bean and petra being a power couple in general

Theresa sitting on Peter's bed stroking his hair and peter crying

John Paul getting icecream for his family and tripping and falling face first on his face

mazer sitting in enders raft

comic of the entire ender Val raft scene

Alessandra crying

dorabella smiling

ender looking far far away, around 17 years old (when he's looking at the giants corpse but you don't see that)

Graff gardening/farming

novinha and ender sleeping but like my parents

ender in drag dressing up for his kids

olhado braiding his dad's hair

novinha and libo running into the research facility together holding hands while pipo chases them with tea

miro and Jane first meeting

miro and Jane last meeting

Janeson character design (im tempted to name him Jameson just for the joke)

ender and Val meeting eachother after decades insulting eachother

Jakt and Val sitting in the lustainia grass

Peter meeting Peter 2

Abra growing up and remembering ender

Val staring at ender throughout his life but like infinity mirror style

fire and grego

quara talking to the piggies

a random speaking for the dead

jack swimming

the hivequeen in general

olhado and his wife

Quim in the tree dead

ela crying at ender in the boat

Han tzu with his head on a table exhausted

alai doing the same for completely different reasons

suriyawong sitting in Bangkok street food places

the final battle

bean and petra and that one dude scene where it goes "how the hell do you get taller then me?" "steroids" "I stretch him out with a torture machine every night" as a comic

Achilles reading

both of the "I lend a knife" scenes as one comic or animatic

volescus hand and embryos close up

Anton talking with sister carlotta on a walk

carlotta hugging bean

her dying

beans reaction to her dying

petras dad sitting at a candy shop curb

bonzo in general

ender hair timeline (for lore purposes)

battle room diagram

battle school suits (all)

old Qing jao

jack and Jane

#enders game #ender’s game #art ideas

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cdelphiki · 2 years

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Hey, Delphiki, I just needed to ask. I recently started writing for real and as I reread your stories I was impressed with the way you described places and body language. Please tell me you have any sources and it's not a five year writing experience thing or something. I have spent the entire afternoon trying to describe a characters bedroom

That’s funny you point out I describe places well, because I actually describe as little as humanly possible. I almost never describe a character’s looks unless it is directly important to the scene (like, his tan skin was ashen white, or his blue eyes glowed green, etc) and only describe rooms when it’s important. (So like I’ll have Jason walk into his bedroom and gawk at the fact there’s a couch there, but he hasn’t even noticed the curtains or the wall color or whether it’s a carpet or a hardwood floor. He doesn’t mention there’s a carpet until it gets in the way of him playing with legos, etc.)

I am personally a huge fan of allowing the reader to imagine everything themselves. It would be very difficult to create art from my Life Happens story, mainly because I guarantee you no one, or very few people, picture the OCs the way I do. I know exactly what they look like, but every single reader has created their own picture in their own heads because I never mentioned Jordan’s skin color or Paul’s body type. Which doesn’t make the readers wrong, by the way. I love that fiction can be interpreted a million different ways by a million different people.

As for sources, no I don’t have any. I took fiction writing in college, one single semester of it, and used it as a way to learn “the rules” so I could then discard whatever rules I don’t like. I have carded through the Elements of Fiction Writing series and have it up on my shelf, but I can’t claim to reference it often. Because I’m not presently pursuing publication, I just write however I feel like writing. This is the style I’ve settled into after writing consistently for 5 years.

I guess for your immediate struggle, ask yourself this: is this important? Does the reader need to know exactly how the room looks? What is important the reader know? Certain things are important, like the bed your character is laying on, or the carpet fibers she’s running through her fingers as she stresses about something, but the over all picture of the room might be meaningless. Unless you want the yellow wallpaper to symbolize depression. (Which I personally hate and will never do LOL but entire classes are centered around discussing that kind of meaning in fiction so it’s perfectly valid to write in that way if you want.)

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ao3feed-crimeboys · 10 months

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Crow's Oneshots

by Crow_Inkorporated

for mcc event!!! gotta get that ao3 bonus. I am also doing fic fight so you Will Be Seeing More Of Me. Hi.

Words: 3410, Chapters: 6/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Dimension 20 (Web Series), Dream SMP, OC Universe, Ender's Game - All Media Types

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: Gen

Characters: Gorgug Thistlespring, Fabian Aramais Seacaster, Riz Gukgak, Adaine Abernant, Kristen Applebees, Figueroth Faeth, Tommy Innit, Toby Smith | Tubbo, Isa Solano, Austry Hilvad, Julian "Bean" Delphiki II, Peter Wiggin, Other Character Tags to Be Added, Wilbur Soot

Relationships: Riz Gukgak & Fabian Aramais Seacaster, Figueroth Faeth & Fabian Aramais Seacaster, Adaine Abernant & Fabian Aramais Seacaster, Kristen Applebees & Fabian Aramais Seacaster, Toby Smith | Tubbo & TommyInnit, Isa Solano & Austry Hilvad, Julian "Bean" Delphiki II & Peter Wiggin, Wilbur Soot & TommyInnit

Additional Tags: Campaign 01 Season 01: Fantasy High Freshman Year (Dimension 20), it hath consumed me o7, The Writer's Block MCC Cyan Creepers, the first fic I posted witht hat even though ive written over 100, The Writer's Block MCC Event Battle Box, clingyduo!!! woo, I don't know if there even is a screwdriver I think it was a stick, Vampires, Fae & Fairies, I might want to put the useless vampire tag on here because austry is nonbinary first, vampire second, child of the yaks and rabbits how fun, Locke and demosthenes, Litol guys, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Spiderman AU, i guess

#ao3feed #wilbur soot #tommyinnit #crimeboys #crime boys #crimebois #crime bois #mcyt #This is an automated process #If you see any fic that breaks boundaries #or the fic is yours and you don't want it shared send an ask #it will be looked at and removed if need be

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suriyawongsknife · 1 year

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Alai confirmed in shadow of the giant that he’s in his teens, and he’s ender’s age, and Ender was about 4 years older than bean, which means the OLDEST bean can POSSIBLY be in shadow of the giant is MAYBE!!!! 16. Married with 9 babies lmao. Or I guess 8 cuz Petra doesn’t find my man Arkanian Delphiki til much later

#osc

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gisgo · 2 years

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The enderverse has such a good story but the stupid live action movie makes it look like Spy Kids.

#enderverse #enders game #ender's game #ender wiggin #andrew Wiggin #peter Wiggin #caliph alai #han tzu #julian delphiki #petra arkanian #mazer rackham #hyrum graff #achilles de flandres #sister carlotta

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theamityelf · 3 years

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That one part of Shadow of the Hegemon where Petra tries to beat up Achilles but fails (or at least, doesn't excel enough to escape him), and internally she's like, "Crap, now his thing where he kills people who have seen him vulnerable will cause him to kill me sometime soon," so she suddenly says, "WOW 😜, I can't believe you let me do that! 🤯 I can't believe you consciously and in complete control of the situation let me put you on the ground like that! 🤭 It's crazy (and kind of attractive 👀) how you have deliberately allowed me to place you in a position that resembles vulnerability but Definitely Isn't. 🥰"

And then that one part in Shadow Puppets where Suriyawong has to save Achilles from some guards but knows that doing so would mean seeing him vulnerable, so he just slides a knife under the door, like "Whaaat? 🤣 No, I'm not saving you. 😅 I'm just loaning you a knife 🔪, so that you, a strong and powerful and brilliant guy 💪, can save yourself. 🤗"

#it's been a while since i read those parts of the books #but i think about them a lot #shadow saga #ender's shadow #petra arkanian #suriyawong #achilles de flandres #bean delphiki #ender's game

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enderwiggin · 3 years

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