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byronicbi · 9 months
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Reviewer reads a splatterpunk novel. Gets upset by the graphic depictions of torture and gore.
I am once again begging people to please, please not pick up any random horror novel and go in blind unless you're absolutely certain you can handle anything that fits under the category of horrific. If you don't want to look up content warnings, at the very least make sure what genre of horror you're getting yourself into.
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paperback-rascal · 2 years
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@kalm5​ and I were bouncing this idea between each other for a while.
We dubbed it as Janitor!AU but it’s rather a... JanitorAU!origin story/idea for both Clone Force 99 and 99.
The premise is as follows:
all clones registered as defective (and surviving the whole process despite the defects) are automatically registered as maintenance staff no matter how insignificant the mutations might be.
Once Nala Se decides to release four experimental clones from her lab to the training facility, to her horror, the system/framework immediately categorized them as defective and registers them as maintenance.
The brothers ends up working under 99, who at this time is not the clone we know and love from TCW as he is jealous of his brothers... especially his new “squad”: They have supernatural strength, above-average intelligence, inhuman eyesight, sixth sense, etc.  - they are super soldiers who, by accident, ended up sweeping floors.
99 has what? a hump, crooked spine, droopy face and a lame leg.
That turns 99 very bitter towards life, himself and, especially, other abled clones. He is not malicious towards The Bad Batch, but rather cold and aloof: he refuses to show them the ropes or how to efficiently preform certain tasks, gives them the most demeaning jobs, not tell them about shortcuts/ maintenance hallways of the facility, so they have a hard time getting used to their job of being well... janitors, which in turn fills them with resentment. Not to mention they also rebel against the decision as they felt they were denied their heritage as soldiers also they’d get treated harshly by “regs” due to their status quo (because at Kamino maintenance = defective)!
With time, 99 finds his “zen” - he forms a bond with TBB, learns to appreciate his squad and find his own strengths/weaknesses as TBB fight with the system to be approved for missions (with dash of help from Shaak Ti’s Jedi way of handling things and... Nala Se - who well, didn’t spend months/years in her secret lab tweaking clone DNA to produce maintenance staff!).
TBB also plotted to absorb 99 to their team in some way or another, but at the end of the day, 99 matured enough to realize that being a janitor/maintenance personnel is as much needed in war as being on the front lines. At this point TBB consider 99 as integral part of the squad, even though he is on Kamino while they are fighting.
The Clone Force 99 name is not to honor 99 post mortem, but the name of the team they build with him as they mopped grime of landing platforms, scrubbed clogged, piss coated toilets and washed sweat soaked training armor sets.
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On the more humorous note I imagine them still being maintenance staff in the Kamino framework/system despite being approved for combat - once a clone is registered as defective/maintenance, there is no change of the status, because there is not way to actually fix the defect. They could be this fearless Clone Force 99 with 100% success rate and proudly wear black-and-red armor all they want (imagine if it was 99′s aesthetic! like... him always wanted to look super cool/ badass with skulls and such, while black-and-red color scheme came from him hating how unassuming janitor uniform looked), but in their files they will forever belong to a janitor closet....
now that I mentioned it - What if their living space was some sort of maintenance room they cleared out and started to squat in? What if TBB and 99 lived together for a while and what we know as Echo’s hammock in reality belonged to 99?
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(also that’s why he was so helpful toward Domino squad later - he saw The Bad Batch in them)
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STAR WARS: The Clone Wars/The Bad Batch © George Lucas/ Dave Filoni/ LucasFilm/ Disney
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liesmyth · 1 year
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do you have any book recommendations? anything like the locked tomb or just fantasy/science fiction in general? :)
Hi anon I LOVE GIVING BOOK RECS!
Unfortunately I haven’t found anything quite like TLT, but when you break it into main themes some other series come close. So, if you liked The Locked Tomb for…
Morally ambiguous lesbians and oppressive empires? Try The Traitor Baru Cormorant by Seth Dickinson. I love Baru as a character and I love and what the book does with themes of cultural assimilation and how the road to a righteous goal is paved with moral compromises until you’re not sure you’re still on the right path. Content warning for institutional homophobia, which affects the plot and the main character. It’s never gratuitous, but it’s pretty much the opposite of TLT under that point of view so heads up.
Unique worldbuilding, queer characters, distinctive sense of place in a land that was once Earth? Try The Fifth Season by NK Jemisin. This isn’t to everybody’s tastes (usually people love it or hate it) but it does some VERY cool things with scifi and deservedly won a Hugo.
Intricate worldbuilding, necromancy, gothic vibes? Try The Bone Orchard by Sara Mueller. This definitely hits the same “confused and confusing female main character who doesn’t know her own mind” vibes as HtN, which can be good or bad depending on your tastes, but the necromancy bits are fantastic.
Oppressive planetary empires and queer characters? Try A Memory Called Empire by Arkady Martine. This too is about cultural assimilation and has a main murder mystery plot. Space opera about a young diplomat in a precarious position who is sort of sharing her mind space with someone else. Bonus: fun scifi worldbuilding based on some lesser-known historical empires.
Other SFF I read or reread in 2022
City of Stairs by Robert Jackson Bennett for worldbuilding, shady empires, female MC, urban fantasy vibes with a strong sense of place and a murder mystery thrown in for flavour.
Deeplight by Frances Hardinge. YA fantasy with horror vibes that I very much enjoyed as an adult not usually keen on YA. There are scary eldritch gods, toxic relationships with a hopeful ending, excellent fantasy worldbuilding, a really solid sense of civilization (especially the Deaf culture of the divers that is really interwoven in the setting). Sea monsters! Secrets! Street urchins! This is one of my all-time favourites.
The Scholomance series by Naomi Novik, starting with A Deadly Education; the third book came out two weeks after Nona and it gave me emotional whiplash, because (spoiler!) the angry goth girl gets to be happy in this one! YA, very vivid very fun worldbuilding, spunky teenage heroine with a cynical disposition and death powers.
Obligatory rec for Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell just because it’s one of those books that make me feel like I’m a richer person for having read them. It’s an impressive alternate history fantasy, the writing is masterful, the fae villain is unsettling and inhumanly evil, the mundane villains (pettiness, spite, centuries-old institutions) provide excellent dramatic irony. Everyone is insufferable in a petty way that’s also endlessly entertaining, and the two titular characters are absolutely obsessed with each other. The prose is a pastiche and tremendously well written. My only nitpick is that there are way too many men. I get why, given the setting the premise and the characters, and I loved the book, but since this rec originated with an ask about TLT I feel like I have to clarify that the gender ratio is pretty much the polar opposite.
My Heart Is a Chainsaw by Stephen Graham Jones if you like spunky teenage girl protagonists, poetically described gore, critique of colonialism and indigenous displacement. This is a horror thriller not a sff, sent in the contemporary US, and it’s basically a love letter to the horror movie genre + Native American folk legends. Reccing it anyway because YMMV but to to me it really hit some of the spots that HtN does. (Content warning for off-screen CSA)
The Gone World by Tom Sweterlitsch. Speculative fiction thriller, lots of jumping between alternate timelines and wondering what exactly is going on. It’s not flawless but it’s unabashedly weird in a very fun, very unique way that I really appreciated.
Under the Pendulum Sun by Jeannette Ng. Unique worldbuilding, distinct narrative voices, gothic vibes, weird religious imagery. Fantasy historical fiction about cruel inhuman fae, the worldbuilding is brilliant and very vivid (and what an aesthetic it is!), the story is fucked up in a delicious way, and the prose is a delightful Brontë pastiche. Content warnings for consensual sibling incest and Christian missionaries on a mission of “civilization” through faith (it’s not portrayed in a positive way but the colonialism is definitely there).
[I only flagged content warnings that aren't canon-typical for TLT, but definitely more apply. If you need clarification on a specific book HMU]
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cream-and-tea · 2 years
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hi! hello! salutations! my name (at least on the internet) is creme (she/her please and thank you), and this reintro has been... a long time coming, to say the least. let’s get some quick facts out of the way so i can talk about my over abundance of projects!
i tend to write character-driven stories, complicated relationships of all kinds, queer/nerudivergant characters (hey, write what you know), fucked-up magic systems, and basically everything i touch ends up having SOME kind of fantasy element (whether intentionally or not)
i also write poetry! but that tends not to get posted as much bc of just how personal it is to me
i’m pretty active on here but i'm trying to get better at actually Posting My Writing, i do have some stuff up (mostly from my main wip Lay Me Down) but that’s something i’m working on
(i’m working on… a lot)
i’m currently studying journalism and creative writing in university!!!
i’d love to be published one day (primarily with my poetry and maybe a novel) but first i have to actual finish something lol
i am literally up to read/follow anything. anything at all. i do have stuff i look for and some genres i read more than others but if something has a premise i like/tropes i like/a cool vibe/anything remotely interesting at all i tend to jump on it
i love love love being tagged in tag games even if it takes me fucking forever to do them lol
aaaaand i think that’s mostly it! now onto the main event (aka all my stories i couldn’t shut up about so i had to put them under the cut):
LAY ME DOWN.
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BASICS. drafting/outlining. fantasy/horror, dark academia (sort of). third person present tense, dual POV. book one of the gravespeaker trilogy.
PREMISE. On an earth overtaken by a infectious supernatural forest: a runaway with the ability to see the dead, a star student with far worse than blood staining their hands, the ghost of a murdered girl with a score to settle, and a failed prophet who knows far more than he thinks, must work together to unravel the mysteries and secrets of a deadly library at the end of the world that is just as much prison as it is salvation (that is… if they don’t kill each other first).
CHARACTERS. 
Agnes-Maria white [17 and too good for this place. she is made of bruised skin and bleeding flowers, a girl half dying who will do anything to live.]
Pallas [17 and exactly where they think they belong. there is nothing safe or kind or soft about them even though they want to be, both the knife and the open wound.]
Nina Martin [18 and longing to leave. she is an echo of someone a different girl used to be, and death is only the beginning.]
Fiver [25 and looking for something better. he exists as an ichor-toned lie and wishes to scrub the residue of it from his skin, someone desperate to break the chains of the past around his neck.]
TAG. wip: ghost story
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playlist.
pinterest board.
TAGLIST (ask to be +/-). @vellichor-virgo @transmasc-wizard​ @houndmouthed @muddshadow @just-wublrful @corkywantstowrite @shrunkupthejams @andromedaexists @caninemotiff @lungs-and-gills @lychniscitrus @phantomnations @onomatopiya @deer-in-headlights-stare @arctic-oceans @redbloodprose @definitelynotclayface @cannivalisms @atthenian @dallonwrites
BURN THE STARS
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BASICS. planning (seriously in the very early stages of planning). sci-fi fantasy. third person past tense (for now), four major POVs (for now). book one of a planned duology.
PREMISE. Exiled from one of the galaxies seven holy ruling families and poisoned with magic she doesn't understand, Apollinaires self-destructive spiral is interrupted by an event that leads her into the path of a sharpshooter with a taste for vengeance and a fervent medic pursuing knowledge no matter the cost. Meanwhile, in the heart of a massive rotating space station known as the Rings, wearing a stolen face and longing for home, reluctant assassin Anandi Alva plans to finally bring the star-spanning church to its knees. While within the palace both a fallen warrior and a girl-king strive to remember what means to be human.
CHARACTERS.
Apollinaire Sibel-Marie Gloria Alphonsine el Belrose, eldest daughter of the house of the seventh saint [the unchosen. the eldest daughter. god-cursed and roiling in flame]
Danny [the trickshot. the wanderer too far from home. saltbitter and stormy-eyed]
Silas Ambose [the “healer”. the seeker of truths. broken heart still beating and trembling hands]
Anandi Alva [the assassin. the tortured idealist. silken tongue and a thousand masks]
Rill [the executioner. the punished. steel bite and starstreaked blood.]
Glorian Apollinaire Alphonsine El Belrose, the first mourner, he who bears the sword and cries with the tears of a thousand people, aka “Alphie” [the chosen. the youngest child. golden crowns and redrimmed eyes]
TAG. wip: burn the stars
pinterest board.
TAGLIST (ask to be +/-). @just-wublrful @transmasc-wizard
MISC PROJECTS
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aka “things i’m not actively working on but constantly ping-pong around my brain on a day-to-day basis”
SALT BIRDS. low fantasy/slice-of-life audio drama. outlining. follows the lonely keeper of a seaside graveyard when one of the bodies she fishes from the ocean ends up being very much alive. With nowhere else to go the teenager she finds washed up on her shore must stay with her and the two must find a way to live with each other, despite the secrets both are keeping.
guilt, redemption and forgiveness. facing the unknown. stagnation and apathy. isolation. the ocean is real scary you guys (but also cool).
ONE DOWN AT DEVONS MARSH. urban fantasy with heavy litfic elements. planning/sporadically drafting. follows twins Friday and Oliver Walker as they attempt to understand the curse that dictates one of them will die on their seventeenth birthday while also navigating their relationships with each other, their family of witches, the town they live in, and the friends they meet along the way.
family (blood and otherwise). complicated platonic relationships. coming of age, faeries and witchcraft. weird small towns. fate and free will. death and grief. oops! this one is all about MY specific high school trauma!
SUNDOWN LAND. soft fantasy/roadtrip. planning. follows Shrike, a runaway thief slowly dying from a magical disease, and Ariel, an artificial construct who's maker has recently disappeared, as they journey through the ruins of their wartorn country in search of a mystical place both know from a popular childrens story.
finding closure. coming to terms with childhood abuse. generational trauma. personal autonomy. fantasy vs reality. discovering and defining identity. places being personified. it can be a pinocchio retelling if you squint reeeealllly hard.
ALL FALL DOWN. superhero. rewriting and replanning. follows hero and villain duo Tatum and Umbra as their city of New Victoria is plunged into chaos following a series of increasingly violent attacks. forced to work together and battling their own inner demons the two and their rag-tag group of friends are drawn into a much larger conspiracy that could unravel their ideas of themselves, each-other, and the foundation of the very world they live in.
enemies-to-lovers. gray mortality. the dangers of black and white thinking. what makes someone a villain and what makes a someone a hero. found family. the dangers of obsessive hate and revenge. heroes who choose to save the world. healing and recovery. heist bullshit.
GO TO #creme does a writing if you want some examples of my scribblings
GO TO #creme does an art if you want to see my gay little drawings
GO TO #creme does a tag for a look at the tag games i’ve done
GO TO #*stares in podcast rambling* if you want a taste of the OTHER things i obsess over constantly
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purble-gaymer · 11 months
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alright @turtleplushi here’s some evil flavored meta knight
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so for starters, this au is based on the simple premise of nightmare cursing galaxia before the gsa gets to it. it came to mind sometime back in october (so some style choices are pretty out of date). that was it for a few days, but the reason i mention i'll throw my emotions away is because i started listening to RIProducer about the same time and this song gave me a million more ideas to work with.
it starts pretty much the same as my normal interpretation of early mk and galaxia, being he hates it. he can't stand looking at it, let alone using it, knowing its retrieval resulted in the death of his friend. he drops it on the floor and kicks it under his cot, where it stays for the next month or so. things proceed as normal until he decides to pull it out one day. he picks it up and strangely finds the ruby a lot more enchanting than it used to be.
from that point on, he starts bringing it everywhere. it doesn't talk much at first, slowly building up mk's trust, and eventually during training it drops this:
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now, naturally, he doesn't tell anyone about this. everyone thinks he's doing just fine--except jecra, anyway. he can tell something's wrong, and he's starting to think it's not just grief. if he asks mk about anything, the knight's response is a bit more hostile than it used to be. not always, but enough to notice it. surely he's just in the anger stage, right?
a lot of slow corruption and escalation happens in the middle chunk here, and along the way mk's perception and memories start to change. he thinks--no, he's certain the other members of the gsa don't care about him; they never did. they don't care that this war is putting so many people in danger, they don't care to help, they don't care meta knight lost one of his best friends, one of the greatest star warriors they had. what's stopping them from letting him die, from letting jecra die? he can't bear to lose anyone else. after months of spite and rage building up, he abandons his badge and swears to take revenge the gsa.
and, unfortunately, this eventually culminates in him trying to assassinate arthur. it doesn't go as planned. someone was there waiting for him.
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after this, he runs and finds jecra, who was already looking for him. aforementioned blood question, meta knight is acting weirdly calm but also weirdly aggressive about this whole thing? jecra draws his sword and breaks the other's mask, and oops! mk has red eyes. super possessed. they have a big fight that ends with jecra disarming mk and shattering the ruby, breaking the curse.
there's some fallout that i never really got around to thinking about very much. dragato's fine, he's not too angry about the being stabbed thing since mk wasn't really in control. arthur's a fair bit more upset, even if his anger is sort of directionless now that the curse is gone and mk's back to normal. meta knight feels awful about the whole thing for a while. galaxia goes back to sitting stationary under his bed where he can't see it.
after a while, they get the ruby replaced, and to meta knight's horror the thing can still talk. it doesn't seem to be evil anymore, but it'll be a while before he's willing to trust it again.
i drew some things related to this, not too much but here's a couple. it was during a time when i was really unhappy with all my finished pieces, so i never posted anything, but i thought they'd be cool to share.
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so that's that. i've got an adjacent 'meta knight doesn't escape from nme until way later' au but that one's just for fun cause evil mk is just a fun guy to write/draw (admittedly he is also deeply traumatized but that's a story for another time)
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xenosaurus · 10 months
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NO OKAY BUT THANK YOU FOR GIVING ME THIS CHANCE BECAUSE I NEED TO TALK ABOUT THIS ALWAYS (and this ask will immediately identify me to anyone who knows me bc im literally the only person in the world who cares) but please never read N.K. Jemisin's "The City We Became." She's won three hugos in a row and thats very impressive, nothing but love and respect to my sister who has Made It and Paved the Way for more of us to go forward. I haven't actually read her hugo winners and i'd like to, but unfortunately i started with The City We Became and now i hold a Grudge.
Why:
on the surface this book is a Cool Woke Twist on lovecraftian horror set in new york city. the basic premise is fun: the avatars of the boroughs of new york forming together to help their city become a fully fledged cosmic entity of a sort. the villain here is the literal spirit of gentrification, and while theres a lot of good things that could come from that set up, the actual execution makes it an absolute agony to get through. everything is so hamfisted and somehow smug about recognizing the most basic ideas. its too smug and condescending to appeal to anyone in the center, its ideas too juvenile to appeal to anyone in the left, and its weird flat characterization of the villains as The Most Cartoonishly Evil Cops/N*zis You Can Think Of kind of makes the conflict feel... empty. It's hard to explain without experiencing it, but i cannot recommend anyone actually read it. or maybe u should just so i can finally talk to other people about this, maybe im insane for feeling this way.
some favorite moments of mine, in no particular order:
-the multiple instances of a side character being introduced, having their race and tragic backstory exposited in one sentence, and then they vanish, never to appear in the narrative again
-white supremacists attack the indie art museum on twitter. thankfully they start a counter hashtag and the entire situation wraps up in under 24 hours. they go from "we have to fire all of you bc of pressure from these assholes" to "actually its fine" bc of twitter. i dont even think its supposed to be part of the magic of the city or whatever. its an incredible sequence.
-"he shot out of the pool like a child fired from a hot buttered child cannon"
-theres a bit where the author sets up a neat fight between a character who does a cool transformation and a REALLY neat monster. u will not see that fight play out. that scene isnt in the book. just the leadup and the aftermath. why even bother.
-one of the main characters has a tumblr but its obvious the author hasnt like... used tumblr. this isnt a major sin but it is funny
-really have to state again that theres a line in this book that reads "hot buttered child cannon." this also isnt a sin, this is maybe poetry.
-its labeled as adult fiction, it feels like its trying to go for grit and gore and sex in places, but its also weirdly shy about engaging directly with a lot of that stuff. this one might (MIGHT) actually be a style thing, admittedly most of my nitpicks surround one specific character who has a reason to be Like That, but i also have issues with her as a whole that i do not have space 2 get into here. regardless, a lot of this book feels like ya somehow, but the concepts its playing with and some of the scenes DO also make it feel too adult to really suit that either. its... weird.
its kind of a mess in a lot of places, and honest to god it sort of drags in the middle. if you DO pick it up, i recommend the audiobook. the narrator does a fantastic job, and they do some fun sound design in a few places. unfortunately the story itself is kind of hollow. it has a lot of diversity, but the way so many of those diverse characters are tossed out for brownie points and discarded, the way so many characters go into these preachy little rants about VERY basic ideas like "white supremacy bad" its just...
im sure that the author meant well. this book wouldve raised the bar for its representation in like... 2014. maybe thats when she started writing it, idk. unfortunately it came out in 2020 and i think it just feels Dated in a very strange way.
u dont have 2 publish any of this also ofc, im just always here to Unrecommend this book. unfortunately theres a sequel and some part of me is holding out hope that the author fixed some of the things i took issue with in the intervening years, so im bound to this series via curse. even if i hate this one, i know theres gonna be at least one more, and maybe *that* one will fix it-
do not be like me.
This ask was a ride from start to finish. I feel like I was shot out of a hot buttered child cannon.
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addysfandomdump · 7 months
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I know I'm not that popular so this is probably not gonna get a lot of attention but,
Premises under the cut:
The Finer Things in Life - Rouge pities Shadow's depressingly minimalist living space and takes him out to steal get some stuff to decorate his room. ("Damn bitch, you live like this?")
The World's Most Way-Past-Cool Game Night! - It's game night at Amy's house, and everyone's invited! Chaos ensues within the crowded living room of Amy's apartment. Based on Cover B illustration for IDW Sonic’s Issue #27.
The Sun is Also a Star - Super Sonic and Super Shadow float in an endless void, singing to and comforting each other.
Like a Moth to a Flame - Light and fluffy Super Sonic x Shadow oneshot.
Te Aviso, Te Anuncio - Sonic is attending a celebrity gala for Amy's sake when Team Dark crashes the party to steal a prized treasure being displayed at the gala that Rouge is seeking after. Sonic and Shadow fight/waltz homosexually, playing hot potato with the prize until finally, one of them makes off with it.
Worst Family Reunion Ever - Semi-crack Sonadow fic. Shadow is forced to come to the bicentennial Black Arms Family Reunion that happens once every 50 years lest everyone he knows and loves is killed. Needing a plus-one, Shadow decides to bring Sonic, who pretends to be Shadow's "boyfriend" and be as obnoxious at the family dinner as possible.
This Place is Not a Place of Honor - Rouge is sent on a mission to retrieve old documents on a rickety space colony called the ARK. By the time she realizes the horrors that lie within the ARK, it is already too late.
Steel Pig - Imagine the hit indie horror game Iron Lung but with Sonic the Hedgehog in it. His worst nightmare.
I Love My Enemy - Boom!Sonadow Divorce Arc 💔
A Chaotic Companion - Sonic (Classic) meets a strange and peculiar figure in the Special Zones while trying to collect the Chaos Emeralds.
Where's the Girl? - A chronicled depiction of Maria's life on the ARK, told from her perspective.
God DAMN it, Sonic, where the HELL are we!? - After a freak accident with the Chaos Emeralds, Sonic, Shadow, and Knuckles are transported to another world where there are only humans (our world/real life). They go on the hunt for the Chaos Emeralds, learning to navigate the strange new world they've been thrown into and getting into all sorts of wacky shenanigans.
A mega slow burn Sonknuxadow fic and rewrite of a slightly older Sonadow fic with the same premise that I wrote myself into a corner for. This time, Knuckles is here! This fic is gonna be fucking massive, with 100 chapters (or "episodes") in a screenplay format. One of my most ambitious fics that'll definitely take a looong time to complete. I'll probably write the first 10 episodes, then drop them on a weekly basis, then rinse and repeat for the rest of the fic.
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cloudmonarch43 · 9 months
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I am engaged in the drawing part of this exercise to varying levels on different occasions :P I'm including the dates so that you don’t make the reasonable assumption that I've been watching movies gradually and steadily since the last time I posted about them, haha. I also watched half of the D&D movie whenever that was in the theater but I got bored and left.
A Cure for Wellness (2016). Watched 3/8/23. I enjoyed it while I still had hope, but it absolutely collapsed at the end. It looked cool, I was engaged in the mystery, and even though it's a long movie I thought the pacing was pretty good, but once I found out what the story actually was, everything before seemed unfocused and overambitious. (pencil sketch of an eel)
The Babadook (2014). Watched 3/10-11/23. I couldn't watch it all at once because it was so emotionally distressing, but the resolution was wonderful. I like this movie very much. (sketch of the mother reading to her son)
Bernie (2011). Watched 3/12/23. I've got a sort of complicated personal hangup with the premise of this movie and its relationship to real life, which I hadn't grasped going in, but I liked Jack Black's singing. (sketch of Bernie's head)
Dark Star (1974). Watched 7/5/23. I watched this because of John Carpenter, but once I realized who Dan O'Bannon is, I thought yeah that makes sense too. This is a great movie. I like the gentle strangeness. Everything that happens feels appropriate to the situation, and it's got a cool look and sound. (sketch of Bomb 20)
The Wicker Man (1973). Watched 7/6/23. My favorite part of this was the music! I also thought they did a nice job not saying "here is the good religion and here is the bad one," and also not saying that religion in general is just bad or good; the material realities of the situation were involved in interesting and complicated ways. (sketch of Lord Summerisle)
Nimona (2023). Watched 7/7/23. This was a fun movie that made me laugh and cry. I haven't read the comic but I'm interested to. The setting was cool; it was mostly just in the way things looked, but the total embrace of the fairy tale kingdom/futuristic tech crossover was neat. I don't like it when major stakes that affect lots of people in a movie balance on someone's personal relationship and they don't take that seriously. It feels like turning what should be a highlighting parallel into a distractingly literal influence and it happens a lot in movies for younger audiences. I have seen a lot of people say this is a movie they wish they'd had when they were younger which made me notice that I don't really have an idea about stories I wish I'd had, so when it comes to my personal experience I only care about what's relevant to the present. (sketch of Nimona)
The French Dispatch (2021). Watched 7/12/23. I was more interested in the way these stories were told than in the stories themselves. I like the way it was all framed; the actors felt like they were acting rather than being real people, not in a bad way but as an emphasis on the context. I liked the variety of textures to it all, the lighting choices and so on, but the stories didn't connect with me very often. (sketch of the bicycle journalist)
Oculus (2013). Watched 7/18-19/23. One day I will end up watching a horror movie that actually scares me in a theater and then I will find out whether it is better to not be in control and I am making things worse by hitting pause all the time, but they're building up the tension—what can I do! I also think I'm more sensitive to stories with kids in them because often they're not primarily struggling with the horror as much as ordinary traumas like their concerns not being taken seriously and their parents not being safe figures. The music in this movie is boring but it didn't make anything worse. I felt like the characters of the parents fizzled out disappointingly—I couldn't see the significance of their specific actions later in the movie. But I really liked the past and present stuff. That was a cool and interesting use of the idea of a mirror. (sketch of the ornate mirror)
Tucker & Dale vs. Evil (2010). Watched 7/20/23. This was a good opportunity to investigate what I am actually looking for in a comedic story, because I think this is a pretty good movie that told me what it would do and then did it, and didn't do anything very bad on the side, but it sure wore me down. I believe I don't like it when I have to not take things seriously in order to find them funny. (sketch of Dale)
Barbie (2023). Watched 7/25/23. I'm still not done thinking about this, especially with how active it is in public conversation, but what's certain is my feelings are mixed. There were many funny jokes, and many things other people in the theater laughed at that I wished I could ask them to explain. The exploration of the dolls as characters different from humans, so specifically the ideas of objects, was genuinely quite interesting. The surface-level exploration of gender was unimpressive and disappointingly lacking in nuance for how significant of a theme it was. (sketch of Barbie in her cowgirl outfit)
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I just finished watching Until We Meet Again. The prospect of nice penguin showings lured me in next to the mentions of it being great, but then it failed me on both, unfortunately. .-. In a number of aspects it is good and unique as a BL, I can cognitively see that, but I found it rather extremely painful to watch, and it never wound up doing a U-turn on the elements that salted me badly, sadly. The blushy maiden trope in there and Pharm being this whiny crybaby with basically no competence at all was really really exhausting to watch. In any other BL (or any romance for that matter) I would have just sighed and sucked it up with seeing such a kinda useless wimp who can't take a clear bold stance to fend up a kinda asshole suitor, because it's such a norm by premise (also the "marry me, because I'm too lazy to stop sucking at cooking" wife material trope is such a---). But serving up that Intouch had been very able to go against his natural inclinations and work up and grasp decisive action to get what he wants, only for him to end up in a crying, clingy mess that can't really do anything else anymore. Graaah! It's almost like the narrative wants to say: "See, love takes away all of your autonomy and agency and makes you entirely dependent to this one person, reducing you and your value to this one aspect in life and their willingness to be with you, that making up all of what is you and to make it EVEN WORSE it's like: See, he definitely had too much of all these abilities, therefore we, the narrative, decree they must both die, so he can be reborn as this very conveniently uke innocent reluctant something to chronically tear up and find his value, completeness and safety under the wing of that seme. Also make him traumatized on top of it, just to make sure he doesn't get audacious ideas again. It's entirely like some sort of just because punishment of inadequate magnitudes of consequences. Just why did the series have to serve up basically just about the tropes and narrative contrivances I absolutely most loath? T_T And also combine it with the fated mate/red string of fate trope which I quite like, because it typically comes with a package deal of reflecting and improving on your past history by learning from the mistakes and also about segregating your present identity from the past one, which is a move that forces you to learn self-sustained esteem and sovereignty over your life in the reality that unfolds before your eyes. The latter didn't really happen at all (it did seem to try in a last minute ditch about all that "is it even real?", but that only felt like checkboxing on the forced separation trope, and then he doesn't even manage to come to that conclusion himself but has to be kinda told that in a dream for that?) The only ones that did better on the former were also just the families with hardly very nuanced teary drama and most of it also in exposition dump summary in dialogue-only. In terms of the main couple it definitely propagated totally just a downgrade. Which is just Gnnndfndfhmphf. (Also, why give Intouch's friend this long of a scene all in tears just to have him never show up again in any way ever?)
Me going to do that very pouty sulking in the corner. I had wanted to like this show. ;_;
BUT! Pharm at least did improve on his foodie skills. Your write up on the dishes is cool. Thanks for that!! Those purple dumplings in particular definitely have my attention very much for replication now. (Especially with it being dessert-style pretty but still being savory! It's like I've been looking for something like that forever, with me not liking sweets!)
On another note (and an actual question), on one of the posts to the series you wrote:
(Since it won best picture Oscar as a horror flick, which is a commercial genre category like romance, and everyone knows horror separates from romcom with a very slim line - mostly musical.)
What did you mean by that? Bad romance does inspire the same reactions in me as horror, but I feel like that probably wasn't what you meant...?
I'm sorry UWMA didn't work for you.
HORROR & ROMANCE
So, horror and romance as literary genres (in the western world) both come from the Victorian (AKA Rromantic) Gothic literary movement of the 1800s. It means they use a TON of the same tropes to inspire tension, form the backbone of setting and character, and (eventually) establish themselves as genre fiction. It's just that horror takes them into bloody or creepy spaces, and romance takes them to connection and love.
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So take proximity alert, in romance one boy falls into/onto the other, in horror, the damsel falls in the woods and the serial killer gets her.
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The trope of cohabitation, which in romance can be tailored down to there's only one bed, that's the same trope as "cabin in the woods" horror. Isolating and forcing a couple to live together inspiring tension and love/sex, is just like isolating and forcing a group together in a haunted house, then picking them off one by one. These two genres naturally default to flips sides of the same narrative techniques, in many ways.
Which isn't to say there should be one-to-one comparisons, but more that they are source in the same basic narrative foundation way back.
Horror is as much about manipulation of notions of intimacy and social relationships (and emotions) as romance (at least good horror is) it's just that in romance it all comes out well, and in horror it... doesn't.
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Jukebox reviews part 40! For context, see my post “A Project” under  this same tag. If you want to see a full list of his EMCSA stories,  they can be found here, sorted alphabetically.And if you want to see some of his drabbles, check out his blog at @jukeboxemcsa
 Z-Word
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4/14/2018                                     mc mf md
Ok, but *what's the word though?* I spent the whole story distracted by what the word might even be! Also, Jukebox, you may have accidentally stumbled into one of the more ... shall we say heated? ... debates in paleontology, though it's cooled a *little* since 2015. But paleontologists are not entirely in agreement on whether or not brontosarus is a valid name - and even using the proposed model from 2015 brontosaurs is a genus, not a specific species, though I assume she's looking at B. excelsus ... oh, sorry, hobbiest paleontologist mode was activated >.> This story is fine, if I put my particular paleontology interest aside for a bit, though it's a little too good at pricking my curiosity and then not giving me an answer for it!! I enjoy the sense of process here, the hints that it's been going on longer than Amber realizes, and all, but also I'm a little *too* like Amber for this not to poke at my brain. 9/10 spirals 
 Hands and Knees
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4/21/2018                                     mc mf md fd
This is a fun varient of a trope, and I really enjoy it on a meta level, though the in-the-text level is not as much to my speed. It's too much of a sex-focus for me, even when that sex is being used for the method of control. Still, it's a good story! But saying much more would spoil some of the fun. 7/10 spirals 
 Your Horoscope for Today
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4/28/2018                                     mc mf ff fd
Heh, well, these are probably more accurate than most horoscopes! It's a clever premise, and an entertaining set of mini-trances! I recommend everyone give these a read; just don't put too much stock into what a single saggitarius says about the stars. 10/10 spirals for pure creativity 
 Front Porch Thing
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This one is ... odd. It's the very magic control I tend to dislike, and by a plant at that. If you like non-human controller, give it a read, but that isn't what I look for in my MC erotica. Add in the mild surreal horror vibes and it's not for me. 3/10 spirals 
 Autopilot
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oooh, this is clever. Also I love Ashley's excitement to see new technology at work, even if it maybe wasn't the safest technology ever. Ah well, it got her to her destination safely, anyway, so there's that at least. Though now I'm wondering what would have happened if she'd said no to creating a profile? Hm. It's a wonderful premise, though, and seeing her go from mildly irritated to docile is lovely. 8/10 spirals 
 Kill 4 U
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5/19/2018                                     mc mf md
Aw, poor 4U being in a situation where she knows something is coming, but unable to do anything but obey the commands she is given. I'm curious to see where this is going, and what the fallout of the behind-the-scenes power struggle is. (And how this story, and the power struggle within it, relates to the previous 4U story, which also hinted at a power struggle of this sort.) At this point I'm more engaged in the plot than the control - not that that's a bad thing! 9/10 spirals 
 Just Another Story
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5/26/2018                                     mc ff
So is it even more meta-textual if I'm reading (for review purposes) a story about someone reviewing a story about someone reviewing a story? And of course, messing with the text a little intentionally (like a paragraph that gets repeated exactly) just adds to the meta-everything. It's a good story conceit, though the level of abstraction and the framing do make it slightly less in my own personal sweet spot. 8/10 spirals 
 Smells Like Teen Spirit
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This is so firmly pseudo-science-y, but also the power of scent as a method of overwhelming someone is A+. So I'm a bit torn here between "yes, I love this method" and "but that can't even work that way" here. The rest of the set-up isn't quite for me - I can feel her terror a little too strongly to enjoy things. The fear, the desperation, just are a turn-off for me. Even though we see it melt away as she surrenders to the perfume. But if that isn't a turn-off of you, it's a solid story. 6/10 spirals 
 Resistance
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6/9/2018                                       mc ff
Oh, I do love warping science terminology in ways that don't quite work except as a hypnotic induction. Like, I can put the "that isn't how the science works" away because the science isn't the point, it's using it as a metaphor that the hypnotized brain will understand and that just... *yes.* (Not that I have a partner who commented that she needs to study up on chemistry fractionation now to use it because fractionating me with fractionation sounds fun or anything. Oh wait, yes I do.) And I know just enough electricity and magnetism-based physics to follow this! It's a good use of the way electrical resistance works, and playing on words with different meanings in different contexts. 9/10 spirals 
 Looking Out My Window
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Ah, the powerful lure of one of the Fae, inevitable, irresistible, intoxicating. Add in the power of a song that overwhelms the senses, and, well, it's a lovely image, even if the sort of numb dread that the story starts with isn't to my taste. After we get to the part where our narrator is staring out the window, though, well, it's a lovely story of control and magic and the power of the fae in ways I adore. Yes, it's all magic, but in a hot way, and I love the description of the faerie lights. 9/10 spirals
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Another Bad Story Reviewed
So, I’m back with another review. I still don’t plan on making this more than a two-time (actually three-time) thing, but who knows.
Today’s subject is another creation of UncleBilby47, but you won’t find this on their DeviantArt account: It’s a Tumblr exclusive.
Also, it’s supposedly a writing prompt but is really just a short story written in 2nd person, using its “writing prompt” disguise as an excuse to have a poor- 
-I mean, to end without resolving anything
So, without any further ado, I present this review.
So, the first thing you’ll notice upon stumbling across the Tumblr post is a truly lovely MS Paint drawing of a vase with a face on it, saying, and I quote, “hi, im a lil vase”. Yes, all lowercase, no apostrophes, and “lil”.
The text for the story/prompt actually starts above “Vaseface”, and says: ok what if you woke up one morning and the only thing you could move was your face, because you were a vase with a living human face on it, sitting on a shelf in a store in the mall? At least Bilb used a question mark correctly... (Oh, and the “just woke up that way” beginning could be used as a setup for an “It was all just a dream” twist ending, but that’s not how this will go. I wish it was, but it wasn’t.)
and you were like “whats going on???”- USE. APOSTROPHES. AND. CAPITALIZATION! Also, “you” use too many question marks. -and the product beside you on the shelf was like- ”You’re a ripoff BotBot, in a crappily written short story masquerading as a writing prompt.”  “hey youre new here right? we’re products, we’re bein sold to humans. try and get sold to a nice human ok?” For once I wish there was more exposition. What’s going on here? 
so whenever a human customer walked by you smiled a big smile at em and maybe said stuff like “hi, please buy me!!”- I was under the assumption that there was some sort of Sacred Rule Of The Mall in place that made it so the humans wouldn’t know the products were alive, but the customers know that they’re buying sentient beings? The implications of this “lil” story are freakin’ creepy! -or “hey, i bet i would look great in your home!!! please!!! im sorry!!!”- That dissolved into desperate begging way too rapidly. -and it was kind of scary- Because you’d finally THOUGHT ABOUT THE IMPLICATIONS OF THIS PREMISE! - but you had fun with your new product friends on the shelf- Dangit I should have saved my BotBots joke for this line. - and sometimes you got to talk to the employees at the store, who were like gods to you. Just some more unsettling implications and Fridge Horror, nothing to see here...
and then one day- Yes, a whole paragraph that begins with an uncapitalized “and”. - a human customer walks in and they can’t take their eyes off you- Love at first sight? How could this story get any dumbe-DON’T ANSWER THAT! -, and you try to play it cool and THEY TAKE YOU TO THE FRONT OF THE STORE TO BUY YOU!!!!- EXCLAMATION POINTS DO NOT BELONG IN THE MIDDLE OF SENTENCES, AND CERTAINLY DON’T BELONG FOUR IN A ROW!  -and you’re so happy, and the human customer puts you in a bag- I burst out laughing because of how utterly unceremonious that was. - and youre just like “my new life begins now!!!!!”- With not a thought at all about your old life, that you seem to have utterly stopped caring about the second you woke up in SlaveryLand Departemnt Store (Seriously, how bad was your life that this is preferable?!) - and in the car ride to their home you talk with them a bit and they seem really nice and theyre into the same stuff you are!!!!!! And the whole story was narrated by Not-Chip!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Before I end this review, I still have one thing to mention: Both this “writing prompt” and “My Cup OverFloweth” were tagged with “The Brave Little Toaster” despite having little to nothing to do with that film aside from the general concept of animated objects.
Now... uh, I need a signing-off catchphrase... uh... tune back in next time for Marsmarvel02′s next review!
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Day 8 of the interviews! Introducing the lovely Silvia 💙
Silvia, author of Echoes
Latino Heritage Month Featured Author
What do you remember?
You wake up in a strange house, your mind a haze of confusion. You need  answers, and to find them, you must explore. But you don’t have much time, and there is more than one mystery waiting for you.
Can you find the answers you need? Can you uncover the house’s secrets, and your own?
Echoes Demo | Read more [here]
Tags: mystery, horror
(INTERVIEW TRANSCRIPT UNDER THE CUT!)
Q1: So, tell us a little bit about the projects you’re working on!
My main project at the moment is Echoes, and I would describe it mainly as a mystery with a dash of horror. The main character wakes up in an unknown house with no memory of anything—how they got there, who they are. It’s up to the player to explore the house and find answers, though the answers they find might end up being different depending on what they do.The premise itself is quite simple and that’s on purpose—Echoes is kind of my way of dipping my toes into this medium, figuring out the mechanics and seeing how much I can do with it.
There are a few things I’m trying to achieve, though, leaning into an eerie sort of atmosphere. It’s (hopefully) got this kind of oppressive, overwhelming feeling that comes with not knowing, that comes when little things are just off enough that they’re unsettling but, at the same time, you question your perception of them. 
And it’s also a story about choosing what you want to know, and what you do with that knowledge. You might not be able to learn everything about everything in one go, or you might choose to refuse certain knowledge. You might also get to the end and decide not knowing would have been the better choice (or you might not). I think if I were to point to two main sources of inspiration for it that will hopefully give people an idea of the vibe I’m going for, then Mark Z. Danielewski’s novel House of Leaves and the video game The Stanley Parable are the big ones.
I also have a secondary project that is in the very early, brainstorming/planning stage right now, just a preliminary idea. It doesn’t have a title yet, but it’s a fantasy/romance story and far more driven by character interactions; the basic premise can be summarized as “soulmates but deconstructed”, because that’s a trope that I rarely see done the way I like.
Q2: What excites you most about using interactive fiction? What are some of the biggest challenges?
God, I love the variation. As a reader/player, I love going back to a game or story and seeing how different choices affect the outcome of things, and I love being able to do that as a writer as well. I like messing with the reader, too—I think that will become evident in Echoes—and interactive fiction has this quality where you have the expectations of a regular novel (plus the expectations of the genre) but there is absolutely nothing constraining you to them, you can do whatever you want. So that’s extremely exciting. I also really enjoy learning about the coding aspect of it, and honestly Echoes came to life as a coding experiment first, a story second.
In terms of challenges, I’m a very analytical thinker, and I think in details first. So, for me, a lot of that comes in that I usually think “oh, that would be a cool mechanic to implement” or “I wonder how I could add this specific interaction” and then I have to follow that train of thought back to how that fits into a story. Echoes is a little bit of that; the initial concept went through a few iterations until I settled on what it is right now (and it’s still evolving).
Insecurity is also a hurdle, as I think is the case for most people with any creative project. I think there are a few conventions in the IF scene in particular that people (both authors and readers) have internalized as rules, as the kind of thing you should do with your story because it’s what the community at large expects. To be candid for a moment, there is a part of me that desperately wants to play into that.
I think we all crave recognition in some form, and what easier way to get it? So it’s a constant push and pull of… will people hate this thing, will people simply ignore it, should I be doing something else? Do I want to be doing something else? Do I want to be doing this? But we move forward.
Q3: What has been something in your project you’ve had to do a weird amount of research for?
Libraries and filing systems. I won’t say why because it’s spoilers at the moment, but… yeah.
Q4: Which of your characters is most like you? How?
Echoes is interesting to me in this sense because it’s definitely a solitary experience for the player and the main character. The player character goes through the journey alone, and they are very much a set character rather than someone the reader can customize to their heart’s content—though the extent to which that is true only becomes clear later on.
I do have a couple of characters in my other project that definitely have more than a few traits I’ve lifted from myself—you won’t know them yet (for a while, probably), but there is a character whose name is Vila, a perfectionistic mage that I deeply relate to.
Q5: Does your heritage influence your characters as you create them? (How? Why or why not?)
I think, for me, it mostly influences the themes I like to write about. It’s not always intentional, but there are certain things that are very much recurring in my writing and for my characters: permanence and transience, belonging, the experience of leaving people and places behind.
Characters who deal with that sort of thing from all sorts of angles. I’m an immigrant; I’ve had to relocate several times, with all the uprooting that comes with that, and I’ve seen the experience happen over and over again in people around me. 
While I have never written explicitly about that experience, the consciousness of it permeates nearly everything I write. Echoes touches on that from a different angle, in an almost metaphorical way (though that wasn’t really the intent of it). The character I mentioned before, Vila, has a lot of that in them as well.
Another thing is that I am always, always thinking about language. I’m very intentional about it, because I deal with language and code-switching and the reality of being a non-native speaker of my main language, daily. I’ve honestly grown to think of my being a non-native speaker of English as a positive, a sort of added value when it comes to my writing, and I hope to convey that feeling to others too.
Q6: What is something you love to see in interactive fiction?
Mechanically? Playing around with the interface and how the story is presented to the reader, definitely. I think text-based interactive fiction is in a very privileged position in terms of how immersed the reader/player can become in the narrative—both in terms of character identification and in terms of not being constrained by the format in the way a physical/traditional book would be.
So I truly adore anything that integrates gameplay elements into the story and serves to heighten that immersion. I’m fascinated by the idea of having the reader directly experience (at least some of) what the character experiences; from little things like fake choices to convey the inevitability of an outcome, to glitching text, to anything that involves you as the player in a bigger capacity than just a reader. I just think it’s fun.
Mechanics aside, it’s wonderful to see how much interactive fiction can feel like a way to experience stories that just wouldn’t get told at all in more massive media. People, authors have the chance to incorporate their own experiences in the stories they’re telling and share that with others.
Q7: Any advice to give?
I do always feel a little weird giving advice, but let’s push through that feeling. If you’re writing, or thinking about writing, not just IF but for anything that has a dedicated community—I think taking a moment to self-reflect and figure out what you’re doing for yourself and what (if anything) you’re doing because you feel it’s expected of you can only be beneficial.
I do have something, though, specifically for writers who are non-native speakers of English: you don’t have to write like a native speaker. You really, really don’t. It’s so easy to feel insecure about it, I know that, but please believe me when I say we have a kind of perspective that adds to, not detracts from, our use of the language. Native speakers wouldn’t be able to do what we do, and that’s something to be proud of.
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DRACO MALFOY X CEDRIC DIGGORY X READER
Something Different | Part One
premise: With Lord Voldemort’s recent rise to power, it’s no surprise that the usually lively aura of Hogwarts has had a signigicant damper placed upon it during the girl’s sixth year there. As she enters the new school year, now a prefect alongside her best friend Cedric Diggory, Y/N battles with uncovering the dark secrets that lie within the elusive Draco Malfoy. In doing so, she uncovers a greater darkness; the one within herself. As tensions rise amidst her pivotal sixth year, sorrow truths make themselves seen, and an unexpected love flourishes.
*In this timeline Cedric was born the same year as Harry, and therefore didn’t compete in the Triwizard Tournament. Instead, it was Angelina Johnson who suffered a horrible fate under Voldemort’s terror in Harry’s fourth year.
a/n: I haven’t been this excited to write in MONTHS. This is going to be a long and angsty journey and I couldn’t be more thrilled to write it. Please do give a like/rb if you enjoy it and be sure to ask if you’d like to be put on a tag list. 
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Platform nine and three quarters was roaring with life. Footsteps fell heavy as children rushed to the glittering scarlet train, owls screeched amongst the commotion, and luggage scraped as it met the inside of the locomotive. Amongst the commotion, one girl in particular found herself being especially jostled around as she rushed full speed at the soon closing doors of the Hogwarts Express. Her hair was tied messily into a ponytail, strands of all sorts and sizes flying free and finding themselves tangled against her eyes and lips. Her breath came fast and heavy as she leapt onto the train and patted quickly at the glimmering sheen of sweat on her brow. The students around her were causing an unruly clamor, one she tried passively to slide her way through, her eyes wide as they searched high and low amongst the crowd for a familiar face. A rogue toad had children yelping and jumping from its way, the creature making a straight beeline towards the girl, who scoffed absentmindedly and scooped the creature up with an upward curve of her lips.
“Neville,” she laughed softly to herself.
The sound of the train roaring itself in preparation, a deafening whistle bellowing from its belly, sent the crowd dispersing. The girl flinched up in surprise, edging her shoulder past a fellow classmate, who turned sharply to face her. His jet black locks were messy as ever atop that glorious little lightning bolt on his head.
“Harry Potter,” her lips split, eyes twinkling with like.
“(Y/N),” he mirrored with a huge grin.
“Stop by my compartment later?” the girl asked hopefully.
“Uh-” Harry’s eyes narrowed as he gave a faint little shake of his head. “Maybe, yeah. I’ve just got to go about something first.”
She stared at The boy-who-lived with wide eyes, knowing full well the expression he wore was one of what could only be mischief. But, being six years in now, she knew better than to question whatever adventure the idiot was chasing.
“Alright,” she shrugged in defeat, extending her hands. “But do me a favour and return Trevor to Neville, will you? Before you go and do whatever stupid thing it is you’re planning?”
Harry nodded, “of course.”
His searing green gaze narrowed on someone, or something, rather, further along the way down the train. Whatever it was, though, was not hers to find out. The girl gave Harry’s arm a little squeeze as she made way down past the bustling compartments and towards one she knew would surely have a spot for her. By the time she’d reached the end of the slowly moving train the halls were cleared empty… or so she thought. For a figure, clad in dark fabric, found itself barrelling into her front, making the air shoot from her lips in surprise as she went stumbling back. He, being taller than her, towered over her front. From her vantage point, the girl saw only a crisp black tie and the steel cut jaw of a boy with snow white skin. The cologne on his front hit her nostrils hard, filling her lungs with a remarkably sharp minty fragrance. While that alone may not have been enough to tell her who the boy was, her eyes needn’t make it past the sneer he wore to tell her it was Draco Malfoy. Her eyes shot up to his elusive blue ones, unsurprised to see they were brimming with annoyance.
“(Y/N),” her name rolled off his tongue with distaste.
As long as she’d known the boy he’d said it that way. First when she was sorted into Hufflepuff and he’d jeered at her not sixty seconds after her departure from the Great Hall, and every year after that, when he got the chance. Likely, the only person he had more of a distaste for was Harry Potter himself.
“Draco,” she jeered back, her brows knitting with dislike.
He looked different from the last time she’d seen him, when he’d exposed her and every other member of the D.A. to that old hag Dolores Umbriddge. Gleaming from his chest, for the first time, was an emerald green prefect’s pin. But that was the least notable change about him. Far more noteworthy was how the boy looked a little leaner, a little paler, and a little more gaunt. His hair was cropped neatly and there was a sort of sallow sadness that sunk into his skin. Even his eyes lacked their usual annoying glimmer. The girl saw this all, and it made her searing gaze soften. If she didn’t know better, she might be worried for him.
Draco seemed to catch onto the unspoken words her face was telling, for his eyes flickered quickly away as he scoffed shortly and nudged her harshly aside with his shoulders, dismissing the girl with a final jeer.
“Oi, Malfoy,” a voice stopped him.
The boy turned, his eyes lifting to meet his speaker.
“That’s no way to treat a lady,” continued the amused voice of Cedric Diggory.
The girl turned, her face aching as she gave the boy the largest smile she could muster. Cedric Diggory was already in his robes, like her, but they were loose and messy, just like the golden brown mane that grew dangerously long atop his head. His yellow tie was undone around his neck, and featured well with the golden “prefect” stamped pin he wore. The summer sun had kissed his skin just a little warmer than usual, making his ocean blue stare more intense than ever. He gave her a wink with those stupid blue eyes and flashed his white teeth attractively at her before snapping his attention back to the Slytherin.
“Yeah, you’d know all about that, Hufflepuff,” Draco scowled in reply.
But even his scowl seemed off, like it was taking more out of the boy to be a nuisance than usual.
“Come up with something new!” Cedric encouraged with a wave as Malfoy slinked quietly away.
The girl couldn’t help but snort, dropping whatever little nerve Malfoy was striking to focus her attention back on her best friend.
“Ced,”  she pursed her lips hard as she fought back another grin.
“(Y/N),” he glowered, his skin flushing with warmth as he scooped her into a hug.
She threw her arms loosely around him, thrusting her weight off the balls of her feet so as to better reach him. The familiar scent of aftershave and parchment greeted her nostrils, and the back of his neck was cool where her hands rested. The girl prepared to shrug him off with her usual little friend-pat but grew concerned when she realized Cedric was hugging her just a little bit tighter and longer than he normally had done in the past.
The boy seemed to realize, as he pulled quickly away with a little grunt, “you smell like lavender.”
She chuckled and tilted her head in confusion, opening her mouth to reply but finding herself following Cedric quickly into their compartment before she could. The train was moving fast now as it departed from platform nine and three quarters. Two of her fellow housemates, Ernie Macmillan, and Julian Dolohov, awaited them. She noticed at once that Cho Chang was missing from the group, but Cedric looked unbothered. Her friends greeted her as she plopped down into the seat beside the chilly glass window, pressing her head to it as she sunk lazily back and made chatter of her summer. When it came her turn to talk, the girl shrugged modestly.
“Ced and I practiced loads of quidditch when I visited,” she said. “Otherwise I was with Hermione, first at her parent’s place and then cooped up at the Leaky Cauldron.”
Her thoughts grew a little distant as she reminisced on the now dark and un-lively cobblestone paths winding through Diagon Alley. Practically the only source of life left in the place, in fact, was the Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes. Having no family in her own picture, the girl had found herself frequenting the Granger’s, something she didn’t quite mind being that Hermione had been her closest companion for years now. With her mother being murdered at a young age, and her father vanishing alongside Lord Voldemort soon thereafter, Hermione was the closest thing she had to a family. Come to think of it, she must be going off somewhere with the other Prefects now, she thought.
“...for the quidditch team, right?” she heard Cedric finish, interrupting her thoughts.
The girl snapped back to reality, “sorry, erm, what?”
Cedric laughed, “I was just saying that you feel ready to try out for the team this year, right?”
The girl laughed an airy laugh, “uh, yeah.”
That was a lie. She felt nowhere near ready for that kind of anxiety inducing horror. But Cedric held strong in his belief that she was ready, and as captain of the team, she had to trust him just a little, right?
Julian grinned, “yeah well, Cedric could always lend you some extra time to practice one on one, now that he’s freed up.”
“Freed up?” the girl raised a brow.
Cedric clenched his teeth together in annoyance, giving his friend a shove to the ribs.
“Yeah, since him and Cho broke up,” Ernie continued obliviously.
The boy half yelled half grunted with frustration.
“You and Cho broke up?!” she gaped.
Cedric slumped his shoulders in defeat, his eyes growing particularly interested in a patch of ceiling as he nodded. His long fingers found themselves toying with the soft blue felt on his seat.
“Why?!” she said, her mouth still wide. “I mean, if you don’t mind my asking.”
He squinted with an aggravated little tilt of his head.
“Wanted different things I guess,” he mumbled, clearly uninterested in discussing the topic further.
“Alright,” she dropped it cooly, glancing quickly at the other boys, whose expressions told her they knew more than she did.
Cedric, still warm with pink, stood abruptly, “c’mon, (Y/N). We have duties to attend to.”
“Yes, right,” she cleared her throat, glad for a semi smooth change in topic, “we’d better be off.”
Their friends whooped and whistled at the two, feigning a swooning amazement at their prefect status.
“Shove it,” Cedric snorted, his nose wrinkling as he grew redder yet.
“Wait,” she stopped the boy, who was already halfway out the compartment.
He turned, face quizzical as her hand met the side of his arm. The girl turned him forward and reached into her chunky black boot, from which she procured her wand. She was silent as she flourished her wand, dragon heartstring and vine, and gave it a graceful swish. Cedric’s tie momentarily gained a life of its own as it curled up, around, and under, before resting neatly against his chest. He looked dashing as ever.
“Thanks,” he chuckled, his eyes glittering appreciatively.
The sky was growing dark with rain now, and it came pelting down hard against the windows, like fists on the glass. The two prefects began to make their way down the Hogwarts Express and to their obligatory Prefect meeting, but hadn’t gotten three steps down the corridor before a sudden BANG threw them off guard.
For an instant, it seemed that a sneaker, attached to an invisible body, flew past them. No sooner had the foot passed than an explosive cloud of black erupted around them, filling the air with a glittering black smoke. Her friends, from behind her, threw the doors of their compartment shut with a cough and wave about the air.
“What was that?” she spluttered.
“Probably just some first year messing about,” Cedric assured, unbothered as he fought his way through the sea of darkness.
The girl arched a brow as she waved a curl of the black mist from her face, “yeah, probably.”
She doubted that seriously.
. . .
The Great Hall was quieter that year. One might expect as much given that the incarnation of evil had been reborn. The hundreds of glittering waxy candles winked at students from above their heads, the bright house ties of the students flooded their respective tables, and the glass overhead made clear the inky scape of the night sky. Everything looked the same, but the feeling in the air was sticky and thick with buried worry. During the more somber house assignments, the girl found her mind drifting, stretching as high as the Hall’s ceilings. She couldn’t help but drift. Neither could many others, it seemed. The usual buzz of nerves and excitement was instead replaced by a deathly quiet. And so, as she sat, she scanned the many faces in the hall. First Cedric, whose eyes flickered instantaneously to hers, and who gave her a massive flash of his teeth, making her heart feel just a little lighter in her chest. And then she looked to Harry Potter, who had stumbled into the Hall late and now stared forward while a ridiculous glob of blood dripped from his nose and onto his lips. In questioning, her focus then shifted to Hermione, who’s weary brown eyes met her own before she indicated her head with a tilt across the hall, to Draco Malfoy. The girl’s eyes went there, next.
Draco was hardly attentive to the words the Sorting Hat spoke. Instead, he had his chin resting lightly upon his neatly folded hands, his eyes dark with some sort of silenced hurt as he stared holes through the oaky Slytherin table. While the feast then shortly commenced, the huge gleaming platter before him sat empty and lifeless, just itching to be filled like those of his friends around him. But they were all engrossed in their meals, and never once did the snow white boy show interest in eating, talking, or even moving. He played the part so well she almost considered if he’d simply frozen himself right there, his elbows iced into the hard surface beneath them. But a quick glance to his white knuckles, which were dripping in fine gold rings, told her she’d found the perpetrator for Harry’s broken nose. A thin line of blood trickled across his middle finger, and it was as scarlet as the ruby red blood dried to his arch enemy’s face. That made her grow hot with rage.
As she glanced back at the boy's empty plate, and then to her own, she found that she wasn’t particularly hungry either, but Cedric continued to sneak little pieces of pork and potatoes he’d cut for her onto her plate, insisting she eat. As she did so, her eyes absentmindedly met their final interest; Cho Chang. She was only one table away, but it was her stare that beckoned the girl’s own. Cho’s lips formed a tightly sealed line as her eyes went first to the girl, whose hair was unruly and sunshine yellow tie was crooked, and then to Cedric, who was somehow managing to make cutting vegetables look appealing. Those eyes looked glossier when they left than when they had first seen her, but Cho had turned away so fast that she couldn’t quite make out the tears forming in them. While a normal friend might’ve found it concerning, the truth was the two girls were never quite close. Cho hadn’t seemed keen on pursuing the girl’s efforts at kindling friendship, and she’d always either kept to Cedric or her own friends when they’d been dating. Now, it seemed clear enough that there was a world of resentment between the two. Or, maybe just on her side, it seemed. In reality, Cedric hadn’t even noticed his ex girlfriend’s gaze. No, he was too busy fighting off a housemate's hand and trying to procure the last chocolate covered strawberry for (Y/N) beside him, who sat festering in the millions of thoughts shooting through her brain like fireworks.
Her thoughts had been quelled only to a dull roar by the time Dumbledore gave his closing remarks to the students of Hogwarts. He stood before the Hall now, his voice soft and contemplative as his speech came to its end.
“Every day, every hour, this very minute, perhaps… dark forces attempt to penetrate this castle's walls. But in the end, that greatest weapon… is you. Just something to think about.”
His audience was silent in reply.
As he departed from the podium, the old wizard’s beard flew gracefully, robes billowing as he swept back to his seat with a push of his glasses up his crooked nose. The man sat thoughtfully, his all knowing blue eyes observing the students before him with a look that read strangely like it could be the last time he might do so. The hand he pressed to his lap was black, she realized, and charred with decay. But there was nothing to fear, surely. For he was the great Albus Dumbeldore, and he made Hogwarts the safest place she could possibly be. That’s what she had been thinking, when she noticed.
As the students around her had clamored loudly about, rising from their seats and speaking in a low chatter, she noticed one other person, still in his seat, staring at Dumbledore. But he didn’t stare in the way that she had, with concern, or with reassurance. No, Draco looked right at Albus Dumbledore, and the look he wore was one of fear. At least that’s what she’d gathered, in the short moment before his steely icy eyes came snapping her way and narrowing right in on her own curious ones. She waited for a scowl, a sneer, anything of the usual sort, but it didn’t come. His perfectly slender white fingers were light against his hollow cheeks, and his eyes moved quickly back and forth between the contemplative parting of the girl’s lips and the sharp arch of her brow. And so the girl looked at the boy, and, for what was perhaps the first time ever, the boy looked back.
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The Riverdale 102(?)-Day Sprint, Day 2: “Chapter Sixty-One: Halloween”
Thrown Into the Deep End
This is it – the first randomly picked episode! I’ve never been more excited to have absolutely no clue what’s going on. I’m still not quite sure how I’ll approach this, whether I’ll actually try to piece together what happened or if I’ll just roll with the punches and absorb the Riverdale... flavor? Odor? In any case, Chapter 61 is Season 4, Episode 4, and given how much crap is supposedly thrown in this show I’m expecting some wild stuff. But surely it’s not that far removed from the small-town murder mystery I saw in the first episode yesterday... right?
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Well, I expected there’d be some crazy stuff happening, and I guess 60 episodes is long enough for the madness to really set in, but I was not at all prepared for the rollercoaster of today’s episode. In this episode – an obvious homage to classic horror films such as Scream and Halloween – Veronica fights a serial killer, Jughead gets buried alive in a “harmless” hazing ritual at his prep school, Archie defends a kid who I guess is his ward from being pressed into joining a gang, Cheryl manipulates her gf into allowing her to keep her twin brother’s corpse around as a doll, Reggie and Kevin TP the office of a somewhat ominous teacher, and Betty and her half-brother FBI Agent Charles trace a series of calls claiming to be from her dead father. It’s almost too much to handle, jumping from the relative straightforwardness of the first episode to... this. 
So, what has happened in the 60 episodes between Chapter One and Chapter Sixty-One? Well, let’s see: I’m fairly sure Archie’s dad is dead, somehow, and Betty’s dad too (although I didn’t see him in the first episode). There was a cult, which Betty’s sister Polly joined and is now undergoing deprogramming treatment for, and Archie became a straight-up vigilante because sure why not. So many things have happened and it’s deviated so strongly from its original premise of “small town mystery show” it’s almost unrecognizable. It’s also really, really funny. This series is screaming the writers having just said “fuck it” and throwing whatever they can think of at this series. It’s actually kind of hilarious when you know they’re not even trying, even if it doesn’t quite match the complete earnestness of the awful first episode. I can’t wait to see how the series changes each episode, and for the inevitable, unsatisfying conclusion. Well, hopefully I’ll get some satisfaction out of tomorrow’s episode, “Chapter Eighteen: When a Stranger Calls”.
Under the cut are my notes taken while I watched. A lot of question marks and confused screaming:
quick notes
- did I see a vigilante of some sort in the recap?
- oh somebody’s sending tapes of peoples houses to them! weird. also kinda mundane
- Glad to see Jughead’s narration is still here. I wonder when the show will confirm it’s part of his novel. if they save it for an end-series reveal despite it being this obvious I will... idk puke or smth
- does Cheryl Blossom is gay?
- wait. that font... and that episode title... is this an actual John Carpenter tribute???
- aw man they recast Reggie. I liked Ross Butler
- so Betty’s mom is dating the police chief, who I haven’t met. cool
- And Betty’s dating Jughead...?
- Charles... Betty’s half brother... huh
- I think I need a flowchart to keep track of who’s dating who and who’s surprisingly related to who
- “Brought the entire family together...” “Except for Jughead, who’s at Stonewall prep, and Polly, who’s in a facility being deprogrammed.” WHO?? WHAT????
- WHAT. CHERYL HAS HER TWIN BROTHER’S CORPSE JUST CHILLING IN HER HOUSE??? AFTER 60 EPISODES??? WHAT IS GOING ON
- does Betty have PTSD for some kind of cult??? was there already a cult????
-  “I’m a little on edge... people are dressed up as the Black Hood and the Gargoyle King.” I’m sure these are important terms but I’m not going to consult the wiki until this is all over. I choose to believe they’re just a group of LARPers
- Oh they’re actually seniors! I mean they still all look like actors in their 30somethings but still! I thought they just wouldn’t age at all. that’d have been funny
- so Archie knows who the vigilante is?
- is it just me or has Archie’s face become even more square?
- Gang war???
- Archie runs a community center?
- and he’s dating Veronica?
- Psycho Mantis?
- Every private prep school seems like it harbors a cult
- wait is Cheryl like... having delusions or is Jason actually haunting her? either one is possible in this show, apparently
- “Whatever. I’m going upstairs to play Minecraft.” Wise words, Betty’s-younger-sister
- what could Jughead have survived that’s worse than a premature burial? has the zombie episode happened yet? I know there’s one of those
- these prep schoolers doing this to Jughead just because he said he liked Lovecraft is pretty funny tho
- WAIT THAT PHONE CALL – this is a tribute episode! Is this just a thing the show does??? I didn’t actually know that! I just thought they had the standard CW curse of eventually having a musical episode and a noir episode
- “The Black Hood is dead” is the Black Hood a person? or a group? and by “dead” does Betty mean like... murdered or disbanded?
- WAIT IS ARCHIE THE VIGILANTE? abshadbhdbhdsgsdvsdgdgsv
- the tone... the way that Cheryl and her gf talk to “Nana” and how she guides them to the doll... I feel like someone is playing a joke on me. Is this a special episode or something? It has to be
- ok so Betty’s dad died... was he an antagonist or something?
- oh my god evil sibling who was absorbed in the womb wreaking havoc! This episode is just... every horror trope ever. Are the showrunners just taking the piss? no. it must be a special episode
- alright Cheryl engineering this whole thing so she could dig Jason back up is pretty funny
- so Charles is an FBI agent who helped take down the cult(?)
- HA AHAHAHA of course the trucker guy’s a serial killer or whatever! sure! why not!
- and Archie’s ward or whatever got shot! this can’t be a canon episode too much is happening
- HA THEY USED THE WORD GASLIGHT what year did this come out
- WHAT?? WHAT WAS THAT ENDING WITH BETTY ID’ING JUGHEAD’S CORPSE AT THE MORGUE WHAT IS HAPPENING
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Do you have any opinion on the Wold Newton universe or more generally the attempts to create a coherent universe based on massive crossover of victorian and/or pulp fictions ?
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Fair warning to any and all of you who follow my blog and might think to yourselves "Wow, I want a Pulp Hero Cinematic Universe!". You don't. What you want is for these characters to thrive again and maybe kick ass together after reestablishing themselves as cool and popular and interesting characters in the pop culture eye, and I want that too, I've been working on ideas for years to try and bring some of that to reality, it's part of the whole point of this blog in the first place, and I must stress: Nothing, and I repeat, nothing, is going to put these characters six feet under faster than a botched attempt to follow in the MCU's footsteps. You don't want to watch these characters suffocate under the strain of a cinematic universe. I didn't like watching it happen with Marvel to begin with, as much as that clearly worked out for them.
If DC could only just barely catch up to the MCU's shadow and only started to thrive when they took a diametrically opposite approach, if the Monsterverse, despite the fact that it's characters were already in a cinematic universe together, only just barely limps on due to the popularity of it's central players, the pulp heroes don't have a chance in hell if they try and play by those rules. The Shadow and Doc Savage and Green Hornet can survive failed reboots, but not every character's got that kind of safety net, not every author can afford to take the risks necessary to commit to these properties, and some characters take a lot longer to crawl out of graves than others.
So with that said, let's talk about the WNU.
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When I first started doing research on pulp heroes in general I spent a very long time going through all of the Wold Newton pages I could find, and I have a lot of them saved in case the websites get taken down one way or another. I still consult them frequently and I still consider them a pretty invaluable resource for anyone who wants to get acquainted with pulp characters, even if it must be prefaced that the WNU is basically fanfiction.
The Wold Newton Universe was a massive shared fanfiction universe before we had a proper name for this kind of thing and I do find it a little disheartening that, despite it predating or influencing works like LOEG and Incognito and Planetary, and how several current authors either got started writing articles for it or even professed their love of it, it's a currently dead project. I guess it ultimately wasn't supposed to even last as long as it did anyway, and much like the characters it's based on, it ultimately doesn't really die so much as it just lives on differently.
The big problem I have with the mainline WNU is, besides not liking Phillip Jose Farmer's writing, that much of it is basically crack fanfiction built on very, very flimsy family connections as an excuse to tie characters together, and already I think the premise that somehow, all of these characters are related, all of them are part of a special family tree connected by meteor-irradiated blood, to be extremely weak. A lot of the writing in many of the WNU pages is just not good and not workable, and it's hard to fault it as such considering this is fanfic, it's written by enthusiastic fans and not professional writers (although some of these people are, the Lofficiers have no excuse). But the great thing about the WNU is that, because it's a shared project with no ownership, everyone gets to play around and rewrite canon at will and bring their own angle to it.
There's WNU pages that are very hardline against the inclusion of superheroes, others don't have that restriction at all. There's WNU fan pages focusing exclusively on monsters and horror. Jess Nevins wrote a ton of pages digging out the really obscure characters only he knows about. There's Cool French Comics which is focused heavily on the European side of things, which is also where I discovered The Grey Claw's existence, and Tales of the Shadowmen is based a lot on these. I know for a fact that there used to be at least a couple of pages focusing on anime although the Wayback Machine doesn't have most of them archived. It's not so much a single shared universe or timeline so much as it's several, outright dozens, of them depending on who's writing the pages, and they were all free to either incorporate theories made by other authors or purposefully rewrite them. It’s a freedom afforded by the fact that these are non-profit fanfics, and the fact that over half of the characters in these webpages are public domain or in copyright purgatory to begin with.
Unlike with DC, who's got a hodgepodge of concepts that logically shouldn't work together but are still held together by the consistent ideal of the superhero and the Justice League and whatnot, and Marvel, who was a continuous crossover soap opera right from the start, the Pulp Heroes don't live in the same worlds, don't live in the same time periods, many of them weren't designed to do so, don't have a sliding timescale or rebooting timeline to keep them perpetually on the same level, they don't exist under unified copyright, don't operate by the same rules, and are less built to sacrifice their individuality and settings for the sake of costumed punch-ups with a bunch of randos. Superheroes are able to exist together by operating under a very strongly defined notion of what a superhero is and does, and if the Pulp Heroes had anything of the sort, I wouldn't have to make a chart in the first place trying to create a coherent explanation as to what defines them.
Before the MCU could sell people on the Avengers, it first had to sell them on all of it's other team players first, it needed to do the groundwork and rework all of it's existing characters to make sure they could reasonably be crammed on screen together. From the start, their universe was dictated by the need to have these characters team up. Be honest: Do you think this is gonna work for the Pulp Heroes? Characters whose greatest selling point, whose most enduring and unique traits, are the ways in which they are not like other heroes? Characters that currently struggle for newfound popularity because of the common notion that they are just superheroes, except old and racist and outdated. Do you think these characters aren't better off instead dispelling these preconceptions to rebel against the superhero dominance and thrive in different areas? The secret of their success in the first place was the ways in which they weren't like the Victorian Heroes that preceded them, and guess what, now they are on the same boat.
The concept is not unworkable, it's not impossible, some good stories have resulted out of mashing the icons big and small together, hell I have several Pulp Hero universe concepts I'm working on. But I must stress the need of approaching this from a different perspective. And that perspective starts with doing the groundwork on what works and what doesn't for them.
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The only genuinely successful pulp hero universes to an extent I've seen were those that were built from the ground up based on an idea that these characters were supposed to interact and work together, or at least share a history together. The strongest one I've seen would definitely be The Chimera Brigade, because it's not preoccupied with mashing icons together but instead telling a story informed by the history of these characters, informed by it's central point: Namely, what does a pulp/superhero history look like from a French perspective. It's biggest names are used only sparingly, it's got a ton of original characters to make the world feel more seamless and real, it takes the routes less traveled to make the story stand more on it's own feet and not just based on the characters it's intended to reference. And in doing so, it's also allowed several of it's characters to thrive individually as well as collectively.
In that regard, I think the greatest thing the WNU has is that it provides a skeleton to work with. It provides not just one but several ideas of what you can do with these characters past their respective stories, either in personal canons, crossovers with other properties or even existing in shared universes. The ideas are there either for existing characters or original creations. What you do with those ideas is up to you.
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I request that you ignore how cringe the first part of this is lmao i wrote it like 2yrs ago. Happy post a wip Saturday! this is for my wip 'to covet anonymity' which is the prince!link/bounty hunter! revalink au, or, as my horrible disgusting friend mike likes to call it 'the revalink mandalorian au'
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The sound of thundering hooves still echoed in the forefront of his mind. It soaked him in a fear that was completely alien to him. The fear of being caught. The fear that, despite his efforts, he’d fail. That he’d be taken away from the confines of his safehouse and thrown in a jail cell, or worse, into the bed of the person he was meant to marry four days ago. The fear swamped him, overwhelmed all of his senses until he knew nothing but it. Until he was lost in a thick fog of immeasurable consternation with no means of escape.
He was drowning in it, a thick, viscous, never-ending ocean of horror that permeated his tight-wound barrier. A constant pounding, taunting, sense of vehement trepidation that struck him with a force that rivaled a title wave. The salty winds off the Akkala Dead Sea, running through his hair even at this low point on the Ulria Grotto where he was seeking refuge, carried with them the twinge of dismay, each rise and set of the autumn sun that brought him closer and closer to his judgment day.
To the inevitable.
Overstimulating anxiety pounding against his skull, screaming for any way to escape besides red hot tears and muffled screams into his bedroll. He willed for sleep to take him, to succumb to something other than existential dread, for a break from perpetual suffering even if only for a moment. And all he got in return was the sound of cool wind and rushing water.
No rest, no sleep, no freedom, just crickets, and owls. Deer in the distance, mysterious rustling that made him go reaching for the broadsword sheathed at his bedside.
He’d never get any sleep at this point, any attempt to do so was worthless. He had to head to the stable up the coast in the morning anyway and, given by the moon, he only had a few hours of night left till sunrise. He’d just hoped, wished, he might be able to sleep. Link hadn’t gotten a good night’s sleep, even a bad night’s sleep dammit, since before this whole engagement nonsense. Maybe, if he was willful and believed hard enough, he could manage to milk even 30 minutes.
With a deep breath, he settled into his bedroll, holding his blanket tight to his body, before shutting his eyes and trying one more time to rest.
A drop of water fell on his cheek.
Then another.
And another.
One more...
A shower of rain poured down upon him as if the goddess herself was telling him to move. That it, too, was fate.
Still, he stayed laying in his covers that slowly got wetter and wetter as time went on. He could afford to lay a bit longer, at least until the first thunder crack.
(he tried his best to pretend he just didn’t hear the quiet rumble of thunder in the distance as he rolled over onto his other side.)
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Link stared at the bounty poster of himself on the stable wall, next to an advertisement for Beedle's new Akkala shop location and a warning sign for a lynel herd that moved into a field in the gulch. It was like looking at a ghost. He could barely recognize the hylian looking back at him.
He looked so...Sad. So out of place. He fit in much better out here.
Link frowned, ripping the poster off the wall and stuffing it in his bag of tinder.
He turned, walking over to the check in shelf to peruse the newer, dry, non falling apart at the seams, tunics.
"How can I help you?" The clerk greeted. Link looked him, bringing his arms out from under his cloak.
'I'd like a child's traveler's shift.' The clerk reached behind him, grabbing it.
"Just the shift right?" Link nodded, looking around the room as the clerk sorted through to find his item. He looked back at a navy blue rito.
Do I...Know them?
They stared back at him, eyes slits. Link scrunched up his face, pulling his hood over his eyes.
"Alright, that'll be 20 rupees for the shift." Link nodded, reaching into a small pouch on his hip.
There was a loud ruckus outside, the sound of pounding hooves, casting over the clerk's voice as he attempted at small talk.
"It's probably the knights again," theg groaned. Link tried to silence his anxiety.
"Oh, he comes around about twice a week looking for that 'lost prince'. You know, I don't think he's lost. I don't think he was abducted at all, I think the poor sap ran off. You hear he was supposed to be shipped off to Ganondorf? Join his harem? I woulda done it too." Link tuned him out, his breath picking up.
The hooves grew louder and ceased at the stables entrance, the entourage casting a shadow over the inside of the stable. Link gulped, giving the man his rupees taking his shift and leaving, stuffing it into his bag as he made a mas face and he gulped.
“No one leaves until we’ve searched the entire premises, okay?” Link made a mad dash to the back door, covered in the bedlam that was the King’s arrival. A large wing was shoved into his face, the impact of it knocking him to the ground.
“Are you deaf, elf? Nobody leaves.” Link cursed, moving to pick up his things that were dropped in the collision.
"How many times are you going to keep bumping into me, bird guy?"
"I don't like it any more than you do." They crossed their arms, watching Link scramble to pick up his things. "And don't call me bird man."
"Don't call me elf,"
The rito huffed, leaning down to help.
"I'm fine," Link mumbled, voice quiet in an attempt to not be recognized.
"I don't care about you, it's just taking you a pathetically long time to pick up your things." Link rolled his eyes, picking up his books and clothes.
"Well, would you look at that..." Link looked up from the shirt he was refolding to the rito's wing. Sitting in it's navy blue feathers, was the diadem he'd snagged off his bedside table. His eyes widened.
"Give me that!" He cursed, snatching it up out of his wing.
"Now, now, I recognize this." Link whined, following their wing to try and grab it.
"Where did you get this?" Link huffed, dropping his arm, the rito inspecting his diadem closely.
"Where did you get this?" They repeated.
"I don't see how that's any of your business." Link hissed, grabbing the rito's wrist and snatching thr diadem out of it's wing. Link shoved it into his bag, stomping away from the stable. He could hear the rito behind him.
"What do you want?" Link groaned.
"That's the prince's diadem." Link bit the inside of his cheek, still walking back towards the grotto.
"If it is, than I bought it for a hell of a steal."
"Bought it from who?"
"What's it to ya?" He yelped as he was grabbed, slammed against the hard bark of he tree. He looked up with flushed cheeks to meet piercing green eyes.
It only made him blush harder.
"I am going to make myself clear, hylian. I ask a question. You give an answer. I asked who you bought it from." Link panted quietly, shaking like a leaf. Somehow, he still managed to muster up a smirk.
"What's it. To ya."
The rito struggled not to slam him into the tree again, for fear he might knock thr hylian out.
"If I tell you why I'm asking, will you answer?" Link shrugged. The rito gripped him harder, grinding him up against the harsh tree bark.
"Yes! Ow!" The rito dropped him, backing away. Link groaned, rubbing at his arm from where thr Rito had him.
"My name is Revali. I'm a bounty hunter chosen by the king to lead the search for the Lost Prince. That is the prince's diadem, now, if he give two shits about your life and your freedom I'd say who sold it too you. Withholding this information is a crime, you know?"
Link nodded.
"Yeah. Yeah, I know. I bought it off a pawner at the Ridgeland Stable, near the Coliseum? Sold it to me for 800 rupees. Had I known it was Prince Link's I would've asked for more..."
Revali stared at him, his hood and hair still hanging in his face. They sat, staring at each other for a few minutes before Revali sucked in a gasp.
"Put it on." Link's eyes widened in panic.
He doesn't...How could he?
"Doesn't fit."
"Put. It. On."
Link rolled his eyes, trying to conceal his fear as he reach into his satchel, pulling out the diadem. He pulled his hood back, his hair spilling out in long, silky, tendrils across his shoulders. Slowly, fearfully, he placed the crown on his head, staring at the bounty hunter.
Revali stared at him in shock and awe.
"Are you--"
"No." Link took the diadem off, putting it in his bag.
"I'm not the prince, I've never been to the castle, my name isn't even Link!"
"You look like a Link..."
"You look like an overgrown cuckoo!"
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