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rollercoasterwords · 9 months

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tried to read wfrau as i saw people rec it, but there's something bothering me in that fic. i don't like the alpha-male-ification of remus in wfrau. remus is not a beast who can fight another beast werewolves. he was a timid, sheltered boy in canon, but it's like you're making him fit into the fanon toxic wolfstar heteronormative box. it feels weird to read. please don't make me start on why it seems like you hate sirius OR use sirius as a self-insert to indulge in your fetishization of remus. like why do you write sirius as abused, when it was canonically remus who was disabled. can you consider rewrite some points in the fic, aligned to canon?

lmao where do i even start with this. uhhhhh okay first of all to answer your question - no, i will not be rewriting to make my non-canon-compliant fic more compliant with canon. if you don't like it, i suggest you don't read it! i'm not writing the story for you, and i'm not really sure why you think it would matter to me whether you like it or not. there are plenty of other fics out there that you can go read.

this fic was explicitly written to be a werewolf-fighting ring au. if you don't like remus fighting other werewolves, then i'm baffled as to why you even started it in the first place, considering that it's clearly tagged "werewolf fighting ring." i don't agree with your interpretation of canon that he was a "timid, sheltered" boy; even if i did, this fic is specifically exploring how the characters would be different in an au, non-canon-compliant version of their world. if the gay romance between two men is too heteronormative for you, there are, again, other fics out there that you can read. and if you don't want to read about "toxic" relationships then u DEFINITELY shouldn't read this fic, because none of the relationships in it are wholesome and healthy lmao. if you think i hate sirius...i don't even know what to say lol. like yeah i hate him so much that i've written hundreds of thousands of words of fanfiction about him. that checks out! and remus is fetishized in this fic for being a werewolf, which is a topic that gets explored in-depth in his pov chapter and is not something condoned by the narrative. i'm assuming you didn't read that far, though, and that what you mean by "fetishization" is the fact that sirius finds him sexy. so. again, i think you probably should just not read this fic if characters being sexually attracted to each other bothers you. i write sirius as being abused because that's the story i wanted to tell; not really sure how remus being canonically disabled is something that would cancel that out? those are two separate things. and remus's canonical disability is his lycanthropy, which....also exists in this fic. and is another topic that gets explored throughout the story.

in conclusion i truly cannot emphasize enough that i am not the person out here reccing this fic, i am not trying to grow an audience or go viral or any of that bullshit. not sure where you got the rec from, but i have actually asked people not to post about my fics on tiktok to try and avoid them blowing up there, because i do not want people like you reading them. i include an entire warning on the first chapter about the fact that this fic is dark and deals with heavy topics; i've tagged the fic thoroughly and have also included "additional tags to be added" to remind people that it's a wip and things are subject to change. all this is to emphasize -- i really, really, really don't care if any person reading the fic dislikes it. i don't care if they dislike it so much that they have to stop reading, because i don't care how many people are reading it in the first place!! i'm writing this story purely for fun, for myself, so i'm going to write what i want to write. even if you intended for this message to be polite, it just comes off as incredibly entitled to ask a stranger on the internet to spend hours of time and labor tailoring a story to your specific tastes, and if you think this type of message is okay to send then i think you should genuinely sit down and reevaluate the way you approach fandom. nobody is making you read fics you don't like, so just....don't read them.

#ok rant over. lol #normally i would just block messages like this but. the fact that this person actually asked me to rewrite #(as opposed to just listing things they dislike)#makes me think it is perhaps someone who's not just a troll + is actually just under the impression that this is an ok thing to send someon #maybe i'm giving them too much credit and it is just someone trolling tho who knows!#wfrau #ask

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girlfriendsofthegalaxy · 4 months

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tuesday again 12/19/2022

shambling along towards the new year

listening

cotton heads by caravan palace. i think this has been on every spotify wrapped playlist ive ever had. soft and comforting in a way that’s hard for me to describe. this has been part of the background music in some of the softest times of my life, winter-warm and safe and solitary noodling around on some project that involves a lot of fiddling with tiny pieces on a desk. spotify

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reading

houston thrift stores are, predictably, awash with cowboy western novels. mostly it’s every louis l’amour or zane grey possible (no thanks)

jake logan’s SLOCUM AND THE YELLOWBACK TRAIL is number three hundred and seventy nine in the series, which is quite impressive. i am fascinated when a book attempts to transplant a cowboy into an urban environment so we’ll stick with it for a bit, despite a truly horrible sex scene describing a “rigid pole”. there were no onomatopoeia sex sounds which is both blessing and curse bc the intel SLOCUM gathered during this sex scene seemed like a completely different conversation totally unrelated to the sex he was having. she simply happened to come three times in three pages while telling him everything he needed for Next Location.

watching

saw several very beautiful movies in the last two weeks, one of which i liked very much.

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Experiment in Terror (1962, dir. Edwards) has one of my favorite Mancini-composed pieces of music but i had never seen the movie it was from. a neo-noir man with an asthmatic rasp puts pressure on a bank teller and her teen sister to rob the bank by terrorizing them through various means. however, despite successfully playing on a lot of Womanly Fears (unexpected phone calls, driving at night, being alone) the fbi. this is perhaps a bit snide since it is extremely good at keeping the tension up through most of the runtime, the leads all did a good job imo— a letterboxed reviewer pointed out the villain played by Ross Martin has a certain chameleon-like quality from scene to scene and it is really arresting, he pops up in some unexpected places to great effect. a well-shot movie, just a hair longer than i wanted it to be, i don’t think any movie could survive the hype i built up in my head after loving than mancini piece so much, and was not quite the vibe i was looking for on the afternoon i finished it.

dailymotion

in a different noir with an important scene during a baseball game, Stray Dog (1949, dir. Kurosawa). everything you could possibly say about this movie has already been said. mifune is such a fucking joy to watch as a somewhat hapless young cop with a bad case of the scruples. gets his fully loaded pistol pickpocketed on the tram, sending him hither and yon during a brutally hot summer tracking down every bullet. widely available for free. fucking beautiful work of art. deeply annoying when widely acclaimed movies are actually really good

playing

nothing new to report, nothing i want to play has been a free epic game lately. very excited that a character ive been waiting for is dropping in genshin on…uhhhhh…tomorrow? she has sunglasses. she has a gunbrella. she can call in heavy cannon bombardment. she’s just so cute

making

one of the purposes of the tuesdaypost is to remind myself to expand the selection of things i do and my brain partially feels like sludge bc of the time of year and partially bc i haven’t fucking done anything more complicated than scrambled eggs or cleaning things in like two weeks

#tuesday again #tuesday again no problem #Spotify

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firecoloredwater · 6 months

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Ask meme: 6, 7, 22, 30

...I had the answers 99% done and then my computer froze and I had to restart and lost all of them. So OKAY, TRYING AGAIN

6. Are there any fics from others you reread all the time?

Not really! I wish I did. I am apparently very weird in that a fic (or anything I read) needs to be a certain amount of unfamiliar, or my brain won't engage enough for me to enjoy it. If I've reread something too much then my brain will go 'oh I know what's happening, I don't need to pay attention' and wander off and get distracted. Making myself focus deliberately just means being bored and annoyed. I am also really good at remembering stories (and like nothing else) so I can read a fic twice, maybe three times if it's especially long/complex, before I have to put it down for anywhere from some months to a few years to let myself forget enough details to make it new enough to read again. (For related reasons, I basically never read my own fics for enjoyment. I'll reread to refresh my memory before writing more, or while rereading comments, but I know my own fics too well to really ever approach them as a reader. I might get enjoyment from 'oh I actually pulled that alliteration/foreshadowing/etc off well' but not just from reading the story.)

7. How many ideas for fics do you have right now?

Uhhhhh somewhere in the range of infinite. Depends on how you define ideas for fics? If you mean fics I'm actively working on/hoping to write in the near future, that would be... about 6-8, probably? But if you mean fics I'd like to write even if I don't actually expect to have the chance, that gets up into several dozen immediately. If you include ideas that I haven't specifically thought about how I'd write them, then we're probably into the hundreds. I am an endless font of ideas and it does not turn off.

22. Do you know how your fic will end before you start writing?

Usually vaguely! But it ranges from 'and then everything is good the end' to like, a two-sentence bullet point of the ending scene(s). I don't plan ahead in much detail, because I do a lot of discovering and adding things as I write, and what I throw in that way will affect later scenes. So if I had a lot of detail planned for the end, I'd just have to replan/rewrite anyway when I got there, and probably be annoyed about losing lines I liked. So it works out better for me and the fic if I keep my plans minimal. There is an exception for very short fics. If I'm writing a fic that's basically just one or two scenes, and the entire momentum of the fic is writing toward the end, then I can know exactly what the end is. But that's fairly rare, partly because I also need to be able to write it all in one shot, and I rarely have that much time.

29. Share a bit from a fic you’ll never post OR from a scene that was cut from an already posted fic. (If you don’t have either, just share a random fic idea you have that you don’t plan on getting to.)

.......................well I was going to dump a scene from one of the self insert AUs here, but it turns out two years is enough for me to no longer love the writing in that. So uhhhhhh guess I'll just. Write a new thing real quick!

(@executeness and @denialcity, enjoy)

Every clan has their own way of finding soulmates. Some are more reliable than others, and most are closely guarded. That's never mattered to Takami: the Uchiha's tradition is reliable, so any uncertainty that other clans live with isn't his problem.

He is fifteen and it is the first dawn after the winter solstice. The fire in the center of the Uchiha compound has burned all night, built steadily larger until it roars, and the flames dance as high as his chin.

Takami is not the only fifteen year old with a sharingan, but he is the clan heir, so he goes first. The entire clan sings as the first rays of dawn break through the horizon, and Takamii steps forward, sharingan burning as he shapes chakra and breathes a thin, precise stream of his own fire into the core of the flames.

He's thought before about how it would look, whether he would see his soulmate's form made of ashes and embers swirled within the flame, or if the flames themselves would twist into the right shape for only his eyes, or....

It's clearer than he imagined. As if he's looking through a window, tinted gold and shifting in the breeze, but otherwise the overlapping images are perfectly clear, as if he were looking at reality directly. But there are so many people--the fire shows the watcher's soulmate, but also everything around them, and there are so many overlapping forms. Takami prowls around the fire in a circle, watching the shifts within it, tracking which faces stay in focus.

He can hear. The longer he watches, the more sound grows. It's still thin and distant, but seems to come from deep within his own ears, so even the whole clan singing together can't quite drown out what his soulmates hear. A song, of course, and orders....

There is one flaw in the Uchiha method of identifying soulmates, Taka realizes: it's public.

He finishes a last circle of the fire. The song hasn't faltered despite the time he took, and it continues as he stops, and turns to face his father.

His whole family: Father and mother and four younger brothers, even Kunimi, who drank enough tea to keep anyone else awake for a week and is standing in his proper place with his face screwed up in determination. But Tajima is the clan head, so Takami faces him first.

Tajima's voice is pitched to carry over the song. "Have you seen what you are looking for?"

"I have," Takami says, steady as if this were any ordinary year. "There were a lot of faces, I had to move to be sure which one is mine. We should make people dance, next year."

"Then your soulmate is within the clan?"

Takami grins. "Hako's mine," he announces.

Several voices falter then, and people in the crowd shift, and surprise makes it through even Hako's near-perfect composure.

Takami is the heir, but Hako is beloved, the most beautiful and the most perfect and the most wanted. No one in the clan had even bothered to pretend they were more interested in learning Takami's soulmate now than Hako's next year.

They're not wrong, all those people chasing after Hako's every glance: Hako is the best and they should all be honored to have his sight fall on them. But he's Takami's brother first, and now no one can ever try to interfere.

In the firelight, so subtle than only the sharingan could catch it, Hako relaxes. Beside him, Madara sneaks a thumbs up, and his grin distorts his singing for a few lines.

It's not this easy, Takami knows. They're soulmates, so they won't be separated now, or expected to put anyone else first. But they'll still be expected to have friends and get married, and the whole clan and half their allies will chase Hako for both of those. Some of them will remember that some people have multiple soulmates, and keep hoping for another year that Hako will claim them even though Taka hasn't.

At the same time, it is this simple. Takami and Hako belong together, and no one will ever question it again.

Takami steps away from the fire, and goes to stand beside Hako instead of in his proper place. He takes up the song as the others look for their soulmates: one outside the clan, and one within it.

There are more traditions, more celebration, and Takami goes through them gladly with Hako at his side. Even so, Hako can read him like no one else.

It's late morning before they get even a few seconds out of everyone's sight, but the instant it's possible, Hako has Takami out of sight and hearing.

Out of sight like this, Hako isn't perfect either: his forehead is creased and worry bites in at the corners of his eyes. "Nii-sama, tell me you didn't lie."

"I didn't."

Hako frowns, his forehead creasing more, but it's true. They're soulmates. Takami didn't lie.

"Then," Hako says slowly, "why are you bothered?"

"I saw you." The images are still in Takami's eyes, hovering with sharingan clarity. The whole clan singing around the fire, centered on Hako, posed and perfect. And overlapping, a training field, four boys and a man with a voice Takami knows, barking harsh orders. "I also saw a Senju. Butsuma's son. One we haven't seen on the field yet."

"He has enough sons," Hako says harshly, then catches himself. "What did you think?"

Takami didn't think. He just watched, and knew better than to reveal anything like that. And Hako was right there to smooth things over, as always. "It doesn't matter. He'll probably just die anyway."

"You don't need him anyway," Hako says. "You have me."

"Yeah." Takami grins. "Always."

"Always," Hako promises, even though there's no need to, and then he moves on to batting a wrinkle out of Takami's clothes and herding him back out to the celebrations.

The next year, Hako looks into the fire and sees Takami alone.

Six months after that, Senju Kawarama arrives on the battlefield. He's grown, but Takami still knows that face.

He puts a scar on it.

#answers #fanfic

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fatestayyuri · 8 months

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Finished Ward Act 2.

thoughts under cut.

I live in hell, lament.

I don't mean to be a hater more than like, what's comedic in the liveblogs to sell the bit. but also whenever i give this fucking serial an inch it throws sand in my eyes and spits on my face. when i go "oh this interaction with children is sweet, i'm glad that Vicky is at least to get some measure of comfort vicariously" they hit me with the "actually one of them might be powered so we have to funnel them into the paramiltary death squad fasttrack" and "Victoria is now going to be a freelance strikebreaker, but this time with Less Oversight". she also wants to fuck her therapist so like, sure. fuck it. i guess we're at that point now.

it's so fucked up very clearly seeing the artifice surrounding the actual genuine compelling core of the story of someone with terminal copbrain due to her trauma and upbringing learning to heal get fucking, impaled fourteen hundred times over by Wildbow moments. There's nascent themes here! of healing! of loss! of taking uneasy, shaky steps forward and trying to mesh the inherent hypocrisy of knowing your abuser deserves a second chance but feeling like that you'd rather kill both of you than be the one to give it to them. I Get It. i really do. but also please stop framing the strikebreaking like it's a good thing.

Sorry i just need to go on here to say that it's supremely funny to me that throwing cars in front of people during a panicked evacuation because they disrespected her Special Baby Girl authority is AFTER all of the conflict counselling is so fucking good. Like??? this is after, huh. it's okay since civies aren't people i suppose, just cargo and luggage

I'm not actually sure if wildbow knows what a strike is. "they're not striking, the two construction groups have just banded together to withhold labor", you say? I don't know maybe it's an intentional oversight on the character's part but at least mention that, goddamn. was he really that proud of the insult Glory Hole to use it twice, too? every time he tries to be witty i genuinely sink into my seat and start boiling alive in second-hand shame. that flirting scene was fucking terrible and the "wow so witty" he gave himself was fucking terrible.

^Wild thing to put slip in there, by the way. "yeah they acted like a union, y'know, making sure the kids were educated, sane, not being SLUTS, not being abused, etc etc"

These writeups aren't edited or like cohesive or coherent at all almost entirely because if wildbow doesn't feel the need to why should i. fuck off, it's ward.

oh right! the therapy group! the therapy group pisses me off so much dude I hate that i love them all i hate that their dynamics are good i hate that they have good chemistry and play off each other and that they feel believable and I hate that i'm gonna read more of this just to see them. Fuck me

uhhh lemme just go down the list... I haven't been given enough information on Chris but I'm liking what i'm seeing tbh, he's cagey and kind of idealistic but also he's like. 13. that's just how they are it's very convincing

Kenzie is good! i like her! she[realises i'm gonna write "is very convincing and compelling for all of these] uhhhhh mirrors a lot of the hangups i had as a kid but also I do in fact completely understand why everyone else wanted me Not In Danger back then

Ashley is too good and hot for Victoria "Cop" Dallon. that is all.

Byron and Tristan are a really interesting character concept to me actually; I have cogent thoughts whirling around in my brain but the only joke i have is that what if they starred in a variant of All or Nothing wouldn't that be fucked up

Rain O' Fire Frazier. She's so trans-coded it's unreal. I love her and how fucked up she is and how she's literally just in this to not get Murderized by her metaphorical family. Girl Same. It is really funny that she gets introduced with a functional kanji pun,

shows up with all her shit fucked up and cracked,

and then leaves with the closest thing of explicit lesbianism that Wildbow has written other than Victoria Dallon's weird thing with the milf therapist.

but from what i hear of Wildbow i'm pretty sure he'll add in a passage about her wanting to settle down with a nice Decidedly Male guy and get pregnant or whatever.

the main thing about Sveta is that she goes "well i *see* myself as disabled" while being like. a quadruple amputee. girl if you are not disabled who is

god. i love these characters. it's such a shame that they're gonna become cops. i hate it here. i hate that i'm gonna read like 1.8 million more words of this. fuck me. fuuuuuuuuuuck.

all in all 7/10 so far

#ward lb

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milkmaidovich · 9 months

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Milkmaidovich Plays Catch-up

I am BEHIND pals

Had a long week and a half of Book Stuff to finalize (who knew cover design would take up so much of my brain [it's me, I knew]) but it's all finished so it's time to CATCH UP!

(This post will be a Tag Game Tuesday post, with everything else getting its own)

Jul 18 Tag Game Tuesday

Thanks to @howlinchickhowl @auds-and-evens @mickeyheartian @scurvgirl , @tanktopgallavich , @metalheadmickey , and @vintagelacerosette for the tags!

name: kat

pronouns: she/her

where do you call home? A state I don't particularly like in the southeastern US (it’s very red which is hard for this queer anti-capitalist socialist) but it was a career-related move so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

favorite animal: hiphopopopotamus

cereal of choice: love me a strawberry & yogurt Joe’s-O from Trader Joe’s, or the churro Cinnamon Toast Crunch, and also a Honey Nut Cheerio if I can’t get the other two

are you a visual, auditory, or kinesthetic learner? Kinesthetic is the main one, the writing/doing is helpful for my ADHD, especially if I mix and match with visual/auditory

first pet? Carnival Goldfish that we had living in a crystal punch bowl

favorite scent? Tuberose, amber, oud, leather (I love a darkspicy scent)

do you believe in astrology? Eh? Kind of? I see some undeniable traits of the signs in myself and those around me but also I see a lot of incorrect stuff so it's more for fun than for basing life choices on

how many playlists do you have on spotify/apple music? Literal hundreds, I'm not going to count

sharpies or highlighters? Sharpies FOREVER

a song that makes you cry: uhhhhh most recent one is Unknown/Nth by Hozier

a song that makes you happy: SO MANY! Most recently: The Hellcat Spangled Shalalala (Suck It and See is always in heavy rotation in the summer)

and finally, do you write/draw/create? if so, use this as an opportunity to shamelessly (😉) promote yourself! I write sometimes! Hopefully more now that I've got some more time! Find me on AO3

July 25 Tag Game

Thanks to @celestialmickey, @transmickey, @lupeloto, @harrowhark-a-vagrant, and @scurvgirl for the tags!

name: kat

age: 33

pronouns: she/her

your sun sign, MBTI type, and enneagram type (google them if you’re not sure!): cancer 🦀, ENTP-T, 9w1/8 (I don't really understand the MBTI/enneagram stuff if someone feels like explaining)

how tall are you? 5'3.5" (1.6m, 161cm)

what color are your eyes? Greeeeeeen

the last time you saw a movie in theaters (bonus: what was it?): UH the super Mario movie with my kid? I think? A couple months ago

favorite dessert: peach pie/cobbler ALWAYS

outer space or the ocean? The ocean, why the fuck do we need to keep going to space when the ocean is RIGHT THERE

you’re in a McDonald’s drive thru, what are you ordering? 10pc chicken nugget, fries, sprite

are you good with plants? Maybe?????? Genuinely unsure

would your current self and high school self get along? Lmao maybe?????? Honestly it's 50/50

a food you can’t stand: FUCK BEETS

something you’d do if money were no object: TRAVEL AND CONCERTS AND TRAVELING TO CONCERTS

the last app you opened on your phone (tumblr doesn’t count!): DayForce

and finally, compliment yourself! You are better at learned skills than you give yourself credit for!!

Since these are so behind I won't tag anyone but if you didn't get tagged and want to play, consider this your tag!

#tag game tuesday #macy's tag game #SORRY I'M SO LATE GUYS #life ya know?#milkmaidovich tag game #Spotify

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pokemon-ash-aus · 10 months

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Heyyo! Hope this ask reaches you well nwn. I have a couple hundred questions about ur art style and storytelling methods if you don’t mind :3

Most important one: How do you draw Mewtwo fingers so well 😭😭😭😭

Also, what program(s) do you use? Canvas size for different projects? What brush settings? And how do you sketch, line and colour? Which step is your favourite? How long do you normally take from piece to piece?

How do you come up with your different AUs? Any particular inspirations? What tips would you give someone just starting out a comic on tumblr?

And uhh any general tips on getting around tumblr? Blogs you really like?

Sorry for all these questions, really big fan if you can’t tell :’D I actually really love the pride art piece you did~

So i tried answering this before and it doesnt post so uhhhhh heres to hoping it works?

1. I base Mewtwo's paws as hands, worked without the rounded digits first then moved to rounded digits so... Take that as you will?

2. I use Clip Studio Art and Procreate! Mostly, anyways XD i also sometimes default back to Paint tool Sai, or Fire Alpaca if i want a different brand lol.

3. I vary in size for different projects. My animations are different than my sketches, my sketches are different from my completed art and my completed art is different for my comics! It also helps my brain not get tired XD

4. I tend to favor my lineart and rendering! Though both of them take equally long times, i render less But i love it more.

5. Depends on the project. I can typically churn out colored pieces in like an hour or so! Sketches are faster.

6. A lot of them are inspirations of something else. Shiny AU was just cause i liked Shiny Pokemon. But Dead AU was based off Danny Phantom and Mimikyu au was a "What if" scenario of the dead au!

7. Oop, Danny Phantom for the Dead AU. Legendary Mew was based off the whole Chosen one BS XD False Twins was slightly based off of TC but was actually based off another AU where Ash and Mewtwo were sorta close friends.

8. Tagging is your best friend~ don't be afraid to interact with other blogs. If someone is being mean, just block em and move on!

9. Getting around Tumblr? I'd say reblog, follow peeps, go to your favorite fandoms/tags! You'll get mutuals in no time!

10. Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh a lot of peeps but i dont wanna bother then with tags XD so nontagged peeps!

Phlurri

XxTC-96xX

MewtwoAndMe

Bluesues

DistortionMewtwo

Mewtales/Mewdump

Penumbra

Loupy Mongoose

Ask-Mirage-Twos

TazerPones/MegaMew and Crew

The Mew Crew

And a few more but i cant remember tumblr names djdbdb

And thank you! I have one more peice i want to finish before i forget- its a peice i didnt get to do last year XD

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marypsue · 6 months

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20 questions for fic writers

Thank you @rocketnebulas for tagging me!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

That would be 158!

2. What’s your total word count?

Uhhhhh 1,905,572. Ahah.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Recently and actively, Stranger Things and The Lost Boys. I've also been reasonably prolific for Gravity Falls and Rise of the Guardians.

4. Top 5 fics by kudos

This actually surprised me! Duskfall (a Bella/Tanya Twilight AU) is top of this list. And then the rest are more in line with what I expected: Raising Stakes (Gravity Falls vampire!Stan AU), Return, Rewind, Rewrite (Gravity Falls Transcendence AU), Reincarnation Blues (also Gravity Falls Transcendence AU), and A Semi-Normal Life (ditto).

5. Do you respond to comments?

Most of 'em, eventually.

6. What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I think that's gotta go to this one, where everybody's dead but the main character, who thinks it's his fault. I don't write a lot of angsty non-ambiguous endings, but this one's pretty explicit that things Do Not Improve from here.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Uhhhhhhh. Hm.

Actually, it might be Hive! Which is a weird thing to say about a horror story, and yet.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Thankfully I haven't! Although I did once get a tumblr ask trying to gotcha me for writing Jack Frost/Pitch Black, which was extremely funny, because 1) that ship is between two several-hundred-year-old immortals who tried very hard to kill each other for the entire movie and this person was concerned because they thought there might be an age gap between them, and 2) I had written that ship exactly once, at least five years prior to receiving the ask, as a favour for a friend.

9. Do you write smut?

Verrrrrrry occasionally.

10. Do you write crossovers?

There's a reason my profile on AO3 includes the line "I was born with the gift of crossover femslash and I intend to make it everyone's problem."

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Only, as far as I know, by the usual AO3-scraping suspects. Although someone did once rewrite a fairly unique AU of mine from a different character's perspective, using almost all the same plot points, and didn't breathe a word that it had been inspired by my fic or that my fic even existed, which, like. Man, I'm glad you wrote that thing and felt good enough about it to share it, but also a little bit what the fuck.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

A few times! It's always an honour.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Exactly once. Wouldn't do it again unless the stars aligned absolutely perfectly.

14. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

That's a trick question and one that I will not be answering at this time.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you will?

I am going to finish Something Borrowed, Something Blues, so I guess that doesn't count. Uhhhh it would have been nice to finish Imbalance, but I just didn't have as much of a plan for it as I thought I had, and the more time passes the poorer taste the plan I did have seems to be in.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Personally, I think that characterisation is the big one. I can pull together a plot that makes sense and has an emotionally satisfying conclusion. I'm very happy with the way I write suspense/tension. And I've had a couple people now tell me that I do a good job of being descriptive without the description getting in the way, which I'm very proud about.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Pacing! Action scenes! The Dreaded Middle! Not overusing italics!

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language?

I've done it, like, twice and I had to use Google Translate because I didn't speak the language and I felt so dirty. For anything more than a word or two, I'd personally either describe the character talking without actually writing out what they're saying (if the POV character doesn't understand what they're saying) or write out/paraphrase the dialogue in English (if the POV character is the speaker/if the POV character does understand what the speaking character is saying).

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Wrote for was probably Pokemon, wayyyyyyyyy back in elementary school. Posted was the Hugh Jackman-Kate Beckinsale fever dream Van Helsing. Thankfully I think that one is lost amongst the ruins of ff.net.

20. Favorite fic you’ve ever written?

It's still the road goes ever on. It's gonna be the road goes ever on for, like, a while.

I'm going to tag @gretchensinister, @tejoxys, @amethystunarmed, @seiya234, @marzipanandminutiae, @bixxelated, @daddygrandpaandthebeaver, @enquiringangel, @astriiformes, @scribefindegil, @mickeymagpie, and anybody else who'd like to give this a shot!

#chatter

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ekebolou · 3 months

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A Haunting, pt 2

A bit longer: ~3,300 words

A week later, Dominicus had returned to his still-cramped but at least wind-tight dormitory room, thrown his bag into his chair, thrown his boots – after the necessary careful shimmying required by their being almost too small – off his feet, and thrown himself onto his bed, hands behind his head.

Bivouac was over – had been for a few days – and after the initial shock of being dragged back into the ‘civilization’ of the Academy, Dominicus found himself still very tightly wound.

Of course, most of the other cadets would say he was always tightly wound, but they had all the perceptiveness of a bucket of cabbages. He was not tightly wound – he was very angry. There were hundreds of reasons for him to be angry. He could not possibly list them all. They ranged from the very small, very justified anger that they only let the Midraeic cooks make parts of the mess hall’s offerings and thus he hadn’t had a good, full meal in ages, to the basic premises of Ainjir society, which were, at heart, stupid. Or maybe he should switch those around. A good dish of lupa could possibly solve everything. Tea. Flatbread (with garlic, but the amount his mother used only). Almond cakes. Fine sugar. More bread.

But then he got sad and angry, so maybe not.

He was mad at Cole, obviously, but that was not surprising in itself. It had been at least two weeks since he had seen Cole anything but distantly, but rather than the time away making him less angry, he seemed to have only gotten more angry, and also to have forgotten entirely why they were fighting in the first place (other than the obvious – Cole’s poorly-hidden determination to be First among cadets, which was also Dominicus’ goal, though for much better and more realistic reasons).

He spent some minutes staring doggedly at the wooden ceiling and not seeing it. He was trying very hard to figure out why he was so mad at Cole while simultaneously trying very hard not to remember that Ghent had, in his infinite and insufferable wisdom, told him exactly why he was so mad.

Dominicus was not a good a liar, even to himself, so it was a running battle to see if he churn up enough wild frustration and offense at Cole (of which there was always plenty) to keep the words ‘you need to get laid,’ from echoing through the thunderous emptiness of his head.

He wished he could temporarily rip his own eyeballs out and fling them across the room, so he was keeping his hands under his head and holding very still, to stifle the desire to experiment.

The sheer pressure of the air in the room should have made swirls like smoke around the door when Taig walked in, his face instantaneously struck with regret. Regret that he had walked in? Regret that he lived there? Regret that he lived at all?

He met Dominicus’ gaze, though, and persisted.

“So, what are you up to?”

Dominicus pictured old Ghent, his horrible face red with laughter as he bent over his knees and wheezed, ‘not fucking.’

“Nothing,” Dominicus said, and because Taig reacted to this gentle phrase as if he had hurled a stone out of his mouth, he tried to casually swing himself around to sit up.

When he looked again, Taig had retreated a pace or two further behind the door. Like it was a shield.

“What?” Dominicus said. Fuck it, that wasn’t casual – he wasn’t good at being casual – but he also wasn’t angry at Taig (God, why not? He should be! Thanks to Taig their tent smelled rancid enough the ollamh had forced them to burn it, leaving them sleeping with no shelter the last few days of bivouac), so it was worth trying to tone it down a bit.

“Well, uhhhhh….” Taig replied and then paused, and Dominicus did start to get angry at him.

“Well, uh… well, you know the, um…” Taig fidgeted, “you know that whole, like, campfire story thing at bivvy and all and, uh…” He had tried to laugh as if much more relaxed than he was, which even Dominicus could tell was not all.

“That dumbfuck basement ghost story?”

“I mean, was it a ghost?” Taig responded, narrowing his eyes and nodding, “You didn’t seem so sure then…”

Because, at the time, Dominicus was trying not to expel from the world of the living one of the few tolerable tentmates he had ever had for being ambulatory filth, like an orphaned kitten before it learned to clean itself. Because Taig, like an idiot, had managed to scare himself enough to stay up half the night, as did many of the other First Years, like several idiots, guaranteeing a miserable day of fatigue, contempt from their superiors, and complaining. Because Taig was at least smart enough not to totally swallow Dominicus’ flat out lie that there was no basement in the place the Second Years had set the story, that, in order to get Taig to shut up and go to sleep, he had to spend some time asserting he had seen cheese wheels being hauled in and out of said area (despite cadets not being allowed anywhere near it) and cheese couldn’t realistically be haunted, now, could it?

“It’s a prank,” Dominicus replied flatly, “not a ghost.”

“Yes, well, but,” Taig paused, having gained enough of his confidence back to hold a finger up and stride out from behind the door. “But what if it was?”

“What if it was what?”

“A ghost?”

“It’s not a ghost.”

“So some other kind of spirit?”

“What kind of spirit,” Dominicus asked, absent of all desire to know.

Taig narrowed his eyes, mouth open a moment before speaking. “There are… other kinds?”

Dominicus sighed heavily. “There’s not a…” and then he finally got enough of a lid on his anger (or frustration at sexual frustration) to be suspicious. “Why are you talking about this?”

“Well, it’s a point of interest, just, you know, it’s an interesting–”

Dominicus shut his eyes. “Why are you talking about this to me?”

When he opened his eyes Taig was looking at him somewhat doubtfully, but also, somewhat hopefully. “Do you think you could, y’know… investigate?”

“Investigate?”

“Yeah…” Taig began, but on seeing Dominicus open his mouth (to angrily tell him to do his own damn homework) he went on, “Not alone, of course, you know, that would be silly, I mean – would you be willing to maybe investigate… with me?”

“What.” Dominicus said, enunciating the full stop.

“…With us?” Taig replied. Suddenly, there were three more Ainjir sidling out from behind the door, poking their heads around so they could join Taig in staring at Dominicus with their tea-saucer eyes caught in various stages of hope, credulity, and fear.

“What the fuck,” Dominicus said.

“What’s this?”

The cover-side and pages of the book Dominicus was reading flipped up, nearly hitting him in the face. He had been leaning, chin-on-fist, quite heavily over them as he read the opposite side.

He snapped up to glare only to see Cole stroll around the edge of the table and throw himself into the chair on the opposite side, grinning. He was playing with a ball – a peach? A plum – moving it senselessly between his hands before his chest, and he leaned back in the little wooden chair like it was the most comfortable he had ever sat in, ten feet of cat in a two-inch cradle.

Dominicus was very aware he wasn’t mad at Cole, per se, in this moment. But Cole was still irritating.

“What do you want?” Dominicus snapped.

“To see you,” Cole replied, grin widening ever so slightly.

Dominicus frowned at him, refusing to watch the plum as he gave it a little toss, from hand to hand. “Did Taig tell you I was here?”

“You’re always here,” Cole said. He caught the plum as he sat up, leaning forward to put his elbows on the table, one finger of the hand with the plum-filled palm touching just the edge of the pages of Dominicus’ book. “And I don’t talk to Taig.”

Fuck – he caught Dominicus staring at the plum in his hand. When Dominicus looked up into his eyes, Cole smiled.

Cole was of the astonishing opinion that they didn’t have to like each other to have sex, but of course, Cole was an especially degenerate Ainjir even when amongst a flock of degenerate Ainjir. They had been fighting – technically, they were always fighting – but this rapprochement Cole kept doing… it was something.

What?

Something. A scheme? For what? God knew this didn’t benefit them at all. Well… not, like, professionally. And personally, they found each other frustrating. Dominicus knew that Cole often felt as frustrated as he did because that perfect little wall of a face would slip or he would say or do something that wasn’t entirely in keeping with his idiot persona put on for his idiot friends and then retreat for days to nurse whatever secret ego-wound this slip had caused him.

But then he would come back.

Choosing to come back to Dominicus rather than just… well, just… well, anyone could do that. Would, probably. He was fucking… popular. But it wasn’t… like it wasn’t… great.

Well, it was. That wasn’t why Dominicus was doing it. Well… but… fuck.

Dominicus didn’t know what he was doing, constantly hoping Cole would be coming back.

The grin dropped, and Cole looked down at the book, which Dominicus resisted the urge to instantly shut. “What’s your low-forties friend got you doing for him now?”

Low forties was quite a good rank in a class of a more than a hundred, but, of course, not good enough for Cole. Unless it was just for sex. One of his less appealing features, and one which Dominicus suspected was a bad habit left over from last quarter more than his real opinion. Or maybe Dominicus wanted to think of it that way.

He grunted as a thought struck him, flipped the around and pushed it before Cole.

Cole read the title and laughed. “Ghost stories?”

“Yes,” Dominicus said.

Cole glanced at him, but one thing Dominicus knew was that it was better to wait for your enemy to make a fool of himself than do anything to prove yourself a fool first.

“Why are you reading ghost stories?” Cole asked, in a decidedly less I-know-you’re-looking-at-me fashion.

Dominicus was tempted to stay silent for longer, to see if Cole would start trying to work out how ghost stories might give him an advantage in their next intellectual bout, but he didn’t really have time for that.

“Taig said there is a ghost.”

“Taig has probably said bivouac food isn’t that bad,” Cole replied, but he was looking at the book, flipping it open with his free hand while the other dandled the plum. “Why is Taig talking to you about ghosts?” – and turning a page – “Do you even believe in ghosts?”

“Do you?” Dominicus asked.

Cole snorted. “As much a figment as gods.”

Cole wasn’t even looking up, so he couldn’t see Dominicus’ sharp frown, but Dominicus wiped it away, anyway. It was utterly foolish to think they would do anything but fuck and fight. Fighting would probably be how it would end up either way. But this was also precisely the weakness Dominicus had been hoping to exploit.

He had worked out that Cole knew a lot more about gods – about Ainjir’s old ways in general, most likely – than he liked to let on. Feigning ignorance was never Cole’s favourite tactic, and when he did it, he did it to get something. Of this, as far as Dominicus could tell, he feigned ignorance about all the time. He slipped, of course, but his friends were fools, and if those fools had noticed, they at least weren’t so stupid that they would go against him, so Dominicus didn’t think that anybody else actually paid attention to it.

Most cadets were fools. As he resisted the urge to watch the plum, he noticed he was kind of a fool.

Whatever. Humility wasn’t Cole’s best skill, so he sometimes forgot to pretend like he knew nothing Ainjir’s old ways. So he was vulnerable.

“Taig and some others apparently went in the cellar beneath the Tower,” Dominicus said, “and now they are frightened.”

Cole snorted again, but looked up without raising his head, an absolutely devastating perspective to have on his face. “That old saw – but good on them for getting in, I guess.” Then he raised his head. “What’s it got to do with you?”

“They want me to do something about it.”

“What?” Now, Cole actually sat up, pushing the book aside and pulling the chair closer. “What do you mean?”

Dominicus shrugged, very naturally forming a frown because it was equally mysterious to him. “I don’t know. We were told the story at bivouac. They went to test the story. It is now tested, and they think they are…” he really wasn’t sure of the Ainjir word…

“Haunted” Cole offered. “Cursed?”

Dominicus shrugged again. “I don’t know. I don’t know what they want.”

He gestured to the book – obviously, not pleasure reading (so it was better than tomes about logistics, that didn’t make it for-fun reading).

Cole absently brought the plum to his cheek, rubbing against it for a second. It was terrible. Suddenly, he smiled. It was also terrible.

“What?” Dominicus demanded.

“I know what they want.” He leaned back in his chair again.

“What.” Dominicus said, leaning forward and hating that he sounded so stupid saying ‘what, what, what’ all the time. Hating the Ainjir language for making ‘what, what, what’ sound so stupid in the first place. Hating the table between them. Hating the plum. Jealous of the plum.

“You, my friend,” Cole said, even though they were not friends, “are Midraeic.”

“I am aware,” Dominicus said, absolutely hating that he liked looking at Cole so much, on account of Cole’s tragic stupidity.

“Oh, come on,” Cole said, scooting closer over the table, just as Dominicus had. “They don’t know anything about this stuff – about spirits and ghosts and curses and things. Those are for,” he raised his chin and grinned at Dominicus, “believers.”

“What,” Dominicus said, again, with more direct hatred of all of the above.

Cole laughed, and Dominicus felt a thrill as he was torn between enjoying the sound, wanting to strangle him, and wanting to tell him not to make so much noise in the library (which could be solved with strangling). Then Cole leaned forward again over the book on the table, resting his chin in the hand that held the plum so it rested against his cheek, this time not absently at all.

“They want you to go down there and pray or something – do a ceremony of appeasement, or some kind of ritual, call on your god or your Prophet to save them. They don’t have anyone to call on – they don’t think gods are real; they don’t know anything about them.”

Dominicus only let himself get a little distracted by the idea of Cole biting into the plum – he wouldn’t do it in the library, or if he did, Dominicus would stop him. No eating in the library.

Maybe eating other places.

“…What is a Midraeic prayer supposed to do about an Ainjir god?”

“Oh, it’s not a god,” Cole said lifting and letting the pages of the book rifle back down against the edge of his thumb.

“So, what is it?”

“It’s a cave,” Cole said. “Surely that’s how the story starts – with the old basalt caverns under the Tower’s foundations, the first Academy building and all that. They didn’t even start the tower until after, I think, Founderhall had been built for like twenty years…”

“You haven’t heard the story?” Dominicus asked, brows furrowing in spite of himself.

Cole smiled at him – he did delight in being asked to make himself sound superior. “No. They tried to scare us with other things than ghosts. But I know it – it’s a tradition.”

The OTHER thing Cole didn’t like admitting was that he knew a lot of the Academy’s history because he had been born in the Capitol. Having seen how the other cadets born in the Capitol were treated, Doninicus understood that one. But that meant he had to get Cole back on target or there would be some kind of stupid, face-saving exercise to be handled.

“A tradition for what? To scare the Second Year with… a cave?”

“No, it’s to get them in trouble, of course, and it pays off every time, because even if they do make it down without getting them in trouble, like your little friends, then they’ll get scared shitless, and do something stupid about it.” Cole turned his chair so he sat facing out, towards the library shelves, and crossed his ankle over his knee, but he was still touching the plum against his cheek, handling it so softly his hand hardly moved, so he was still caught up in thinking.

“They did not have Midraeics to ask before me,” Dominicus pointed out. “How is that supposed to work?”

“Yeah, so it must be something else,” Cole agreed. “I would suspect it would be something to get them back down there – you know, double the chances of a beating.” He glanced over the plum to look at Dominicus again. “Did they say how they were cursed?”

“They said they had been touched.”

Cole’s grin broke free again, but he said nothing.

“What?” Fuck you, Ainjir language.

Cole scooted forward over the table again, holding the plum out between them, looking at Dominicus over it with half-lidded eyes and twisting it back and forth in the library’s light. “They were touched – so they have to touch back.”

Dominicus was physically uncomfortable for obvious and potentially enjoyable reasons. “Touch… the cellar?”

“No,” Cole chuckled, and folded his forearms, still leaning forward over the table. He had looked away when he laughed. It, for one, meant that Cole wasn’t laughing at him; and, two, Dominicus, close as they were, got a nice look at his neck, under his collar.

“It means,” Cole said, smiling benignly at him again, “that they have to find whatever dead thing they think touched them, and touch it back. It’s bad luck to see a corpse and not touch it.”

Dominicus, though he wanted desperately not to look like he was anything but the utterly focused master of this conversation, felt his mouth open a little, and hang there. “We… would have to touch so many corpses?”

Cole did the whole gentle laughing thing again, only looking up, which was just as nice. “Battle is different.”

“What?” Dominicus asked. “Why?”

“Well, for one,” Cole replied, “it’s not in a cave. Not usually,” he said, seeing that Dominicus was about to tell him about a battle in a cave (skirmish, anyway, since it was a small cave). “Caves are places of spirit – they’re always prone to being strange. They touch the underworld, if deep enough, and catch and hold things – running water, sound, air, and spirits. Can’t open a window in a cave.”

That last was utterly nonsensical to Dominicus, but he didn’t bring it up. Cole smiled. They were both leaning slightly across the table (Cole was leaning more). For a moment, they said nothing.

That was really all the information he needed.

Dominicus grabbed the plum as he stood up, and, grinning, Cole followed him out.

#kostas stuff #things that i wrote

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architectual--bloom · 11 months

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Hello everyone, This isn't the kind of post that I normally make, but its a special day for me and I've been trying to parse what I've wanted to say for the better part of a week, so uh,,,, here goes.

@grahamnesspayser, happy almost one year anniversary <3

Okay. We are under the read more I get to ramble now /lh

I have a hard time making connections with people, but with you it was different. We bonded almost immediately when we met almost 3 and a half years ago. It's really been that long? It feels like I've known you all my life ... and in a way I have, all our kin timelines that intersect in familial and romantic ways prove that.

I loved you for way longer than this year, and I know you know that, but I just want it written out too. I've been by your side in the ugliest of times and the most energetic of times, through all the emotions known to man (and shrimp. I think you finally reached shrimp emotions at some point this last year). I think about the time I wanted to boycott my old college's community action committee for calling me from a number in your same area code while I was waiting for information on you and scaring me half to death thinking something happened to you.

I care for you so fucking much. I've seen you grow so fucking much since we met, seen you through your first T shot and every single crisis your mind spiraled up and there's nowhere I would rather be than by your side. My worry when you were on the plane was an unconscious worry I didn't even know I would have until I desperately sluthed out what flight you were on to calm me down.

It's not just you either. It's all of the system. I care so much for each and every one who talks with me. From me and cathals sandwich sharing and platonic-familial bond, to storm's friendship bucket i gave them, to ceecee and I separate relationship, which has an anniversary coming soon - but that isn't the point. The point I'm trying to make is that we as partner systems are so intertwined that it warms my heart. We have made a family between the two of our systems, whether we've noticed or not.

I'm getting tired of talking so I want to share some screenshots then I'll get into more mushy things. If people who aren't Graham are reading this, these are direct from our greatest hits google doc. For Graham, yes these are from the doc but they make me laugh so hard so I want to share them with the world.

( ^ that one especially, I remember this so clearly like it was yesterday. we were in call when you sent that message and i couldn't stop laughing )

okay uhhhhh I promised that I was gonna be sappier now. I don't think I can get sappier actually. but,,,,

Graham, the other week you said something that I think is absolutely true. We often forget to explicitly say "I Love You" unless we are going through a crisis. Even if its true, we still say it without saying it. It's constantly checking in on each other, It's the sharing in each other's special interests and streaming them at the same time to each other. It's you listening to me ramble about genshin men and me listening to you ramble about the toontown cogs and finding joy in listening to it all. It's our stimming back and forth in an otherwise silent call.

We are both aro-slanted; it is difficult for us to say "I love you" and mean it a hundred percent of the time. Even so, what we can't say we make up for in our actions and time with each other. I can't wait to see you again and just lay together cuddling you, scratching your scalp until you fall asleep in my arms and knowing you are safe and calm.

I love you, my little pacesetter. I love you so fucking much.

Signed with the most sincerity,

Your Shining Aether

#cyn speaks #caspy

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moon-spirit-yue · 2 years

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Omegaverse au! Adventures of Charanya and Aulia while Raya was saving the world:

Charanya, trying to make her way through Fang: the humidity out here kills me. What do you think Aulia? Feeling a little hot?

Aulia: *babbles baby nonsense*

Charanya, nodding: that’s so true bestie. I agree one hundred percent

Namaari, deep in her stalker moment: I got word that Raya was going to Tail so we need to get to start packing it up before nightfall

Charanya, casually sliding into the conversation: odd. I heard something different about Raya’s whereabouts but eh, I heard it yesterday. Maybe the plan changed

Namaari, raising an eyebrow: excuse me? Who are you and how do you know that?

Charanya, shrugging: I’m just well traveled. Saw her on the road to Talon yesterday like I said

Namaari: how do you know it was her?

Charanya, adjusting the baby sling: she’s not hard to miss with the pillbug. Just trying to give some advice that’s all! Because, I uh, don’t support criminal activity!

Namaari, narrowing her eyes: huh. What’s your name again?

Charanya, trying to pick through her mental list of fake names: hmmmm, I’m uh, Kamlai! *mumbles* haven’t used that one in a while

Namaari, nodding slowly: uh huh, well thank you for the intel and- *sees Aulia turn in the sling and starts waving* oh how sweet! Hello! Is she yours?

Charanya, sweating nervously: uhhhhh, actually she’s my baby sister! She was a bit of a surprise, but I love her! She’s just the cutest!

Namaari, grinning wiggling her fingers at Aulia: oh she really is. I’ve always loved kids and I can’t seem to get my mind off them lately. Well, I should be taking my leave! Have a good day you two! *stares at Aulia for a bit before walking off*

Charanya, scrambling to get away: alright, it may not be much, but I think we bought your Ma some time, kiddo. On that note, let’s try staying out of Fang for the time being

Aulia: *tugs on Charanya’s ear*

Charanya, wincing: see this is why we called you Binturi for the first few months of your life-

#raya and the last dragon #rayaari #namaari #raya x namaari #raya and namaari #ratld #namaari x raya #ratld namaari #raya disney #ratld raya #rayamaari #raya of heart #raymaari #disney raya #raya namaari #namaari of fang #raya incorrect quotes #ratld incorrect quotes #disney ratld

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mannatea · 1 year

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Every role in every fandom you've ever been in! GO!!!!!!

Uhhhhh, I’ll try.

Dragon Ball Z: Reader for some years, then writer. Someone in this fandom illustrated one of my ‘fics (the first time that had ever happened to me!) so that was a fun experience.

InuYasha: Obsessive writer with many WIPs. Met my husband through this fandom in 2003 so it’s special. Eventually I actually stopped writing for the fandom and went back to read. I still have fond memories of a specific AU writer (one of the stories they wrote was Bottled Genius).

Rurouni Kenshin: Obsessive writer with many WIPs, most of which were REALLY out there. "Stomach-chewing Demons" still haunts me to this day. (IYKYK.) Also embarrassing? I wrote a lot of poetry here.

G Gundam: Casual enjoyer and fic writer. Unfortunately I still wrote poetry, including a particularly stupid piece about Argo's eyebrows. I have to be kind to this fandom though, it started my tradition of writing "A Kitten for" 'fics.

Fire Emblem: Obsessive writer who wrote hundreds of fics for this fandom over the course of a decade. EXTREMELY prolific but because I wasn't picky about what I wrote I just posted anything that came to mind. I was super super annoying about my ships too. (RIP to everyone who dealt with me and still talks to me from those days.)

Tales of Symphonia: Eager writer in early 2005 who made a lot of friends early and was active on the Namco forums. Mostly flipped between writing humor and angst. I'm haunted by my humor contributions to this fandom. This was my first foray into dark fiction too (we all had our cringe years please be nice to me). When I got back into the fandom some years later I focused more on angst. The third time I was in the fandom I did more reading/commenting and ended up doing RP (as Regal ♥). This time I haven't settled into a role yet, but hopefully it's as the new R/R writer idk.

Star Wars: I read fics for this fandom for years and only ever wrote one. I was heavy into the EU back in like 2002 onward and would reread the Thrawn trilogy and duology on REPEAT. To this day Luke and Mara are the only enemies to lovers pairing I like.

Fushigi Yuugi / Ranma 1/2 / Trigun: Fringe enjoyer, though I did write a fic for FY and Ranma. Don't worry, they both sucked ass.

Pokémon: I used to write AAML and random sad things for no reason. Mostly a casual game enjoyer though. When S&M came out I was the resident fallershipping writer and an RPer until I got bored.

Rose of Versailles: The first regular English writer for the fandom who then dragged a bunch of other people in too, heralding an interesting time for the thirsty fans desperate for fic. This was probably my favorite fandom I was ever in; everybody was just so nice. I wrote my first sex scene for this fandom lmao.

Ouran High School Host Club: Casual writer. This is the fandom where I first wrote a "twist ending" fic and won a contest on LJ with it.

Warcraft: Salty healer gamer. Usually a discipline priest for some reason. (It's the shields. I love the idea of a healer that protects/prevents damage in the first place.) I have tons and tons of OCs in this universe for literally no reason. I've also written a few fics over the years, mostly about characters nobody cares about.

Gilmore Girls: I watched this as it was airing and would talk about it at work with a guy I worked with who watched the new episodes with his wife every week. I wrote a fic but mostly preferred to simply watch it.

Road to Avonlea: Avid viewer, obsesser, and lover of this series. I love love love the characters and the character development and almost all the storylines given to the cast. I only ever wrote one 'fic because this is the kind of series you just don't feel needs a lot of extra stuff.

Kaze Hikaru: Mostly just enjoy the series tbh. I haven't finished it, I just buy my latest manga every year and suffer with the knowledge that death is imminent.

Harry Potter: Got into this late, liked only two characters enough to write about them, disappeared almost instantly again from the fandom.

Full Metal Alchemist: Like Road to Avonlea this series just doesn't need me to write for it. It stands alone very well. Casual enjoyer.

Frozen: I DON'T KNOW I DON'T KNOW I DON'T KNOW. This movie touched me in my soul and meant a lot to me, what can I say. I hardly EVER see movies in theater and I went back more than once to see this one. Elsa was just so relateable to me. I wrote 6 fics somehow and also made some friends.

Attack on Titan: My obsession for writing for this series came out of aBSOLUTELY NOWHERE and decimated me and probably many friendships of years gone by just because I could literally not stop writing stuff. I wrote 100 fics while I was in the fandom and made many friends and acquaintances so I can't regret the time I spent there, even though the last few years were really fuckin' rough. I think there was something really fresh about the 2014 vibe in the fanbase that made it a fun and exciting place to be. Everyone was speculating and having a good time writing about their blorbos back then; it was contagious! This is where I cemented myself as a rarepair enjoyer too because I'm an idiot. (Gelyn. ♥)

Gekkan Shoujo Nozaki-kun: Casual enjoyer who wrote a couple of fics for some reason I no longer remember.

Psycho Pass: I needed a new obsession, I got it. The second season sucked so much though, that it made it hard to stay in the fandom, and also the vibe there was kind of bad. Fun while it lasted I guess. I only wrote 8 fics.

When Calls the Heart: What's this Hallmark shit doing here anyway... LOL. I grew up reading Janette Oke's books so seeing a series on Netflix based off of one of her novel series HIT ME LIKE A BRICK and I got a bit obsessed, at least until things fell apart in Season 5. I cared most about characters that felt the least liked by the fans AND the writers so it didn't feel like continuing to write for it was worth my time. 11 stories was enough.

I'm probably forgetting something because I've been in a lot of fandoms, but these are the ones that were more serious, at least to some degree. If I wrote even one fic you know I cared. LOL

#if i missed something just lemme know i guess lmao

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ezzoh · 2 years

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tagged by @sauvechouris~

fave colour: ORANGE

currently reading: Notes from the Burning Age, by Claire North. post-apo power struggles and reflexions on mankind’s relationship to the world/mankind’s image of itself, with a focus on nature and history repeating itself and ancient, harmful, censored technologies being brought back by prideful, power-hungry people, so, YOU KNOW, not-at-all-familiar, not-at-all-painful stuff. i wasn’t expecting it to be so heavy on the spy thriller, but in retrospect it’s extremely her and of course i should have expected it. i’m enjoying it quite a bit so far :D also protag’s relationship to the antag he spied on and betrayed is. yes. yep.

last song: i’ve mostly been listening to web radios bc that’s what i put on at work. this afternoon i randomly remembered The Bus Is Late by Satellite High, let’s go with that :D

last series: .... i finished what was available of 9-1-1 in my region, so i’ve. gotten started on 9-1-1 Lone Star.

last movie: uhhhhh shit i honestly don’t remember. maybe something action-y with my dad?? wait i think maybe a Jojo Rabbit rewatch a few weeks back. idk. movies kind of blend together after a while, too short and only rarely impactful.

currently working on: oh i have many WIPs, be it fics or games or crafts. i’m not working on any of them :D

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share 10 different favorite characters from ten different pieces of media in no particular order, then tag 10 people 🎥🎬📺

1. Kalas (Baten Kaitos) - it’s, y’know, my boy “but ezzoh wasn’t he an asshole the whole time” and he was so good at it!! “didn’t he betray everyone” yes, isn’t he interesting?? “wait. didn’t he betray you too. like personally. as a player.” i support him doing it. had never felt such shock and rage at a fictional character before, 10/10 would get fucked over again. worst thing to ever happen to me in a video game. my boy.

2. Viktor (Arcane) - look you can’t give me a passionate man running out of time turning to a forbidden technology/magic in desperation and turning his body into a mechanic abomination, with themes of class struggles, power imbalance, disability, bodily autonomy, mechanization, sacrifice and violence against the self, without expecting me to pounce on that like a famished tiger.

3. Lambdadelta (Umineko no naku koro ni) - a gleeful, helpful troll! pink!! gay!! gore- and vore-enthusiastic romance with her nemesis!! likes sweets!! sometimes she’ll say things so raw and relatable i can’t look at her directly!!

4. Leenik (Campaign: Star Wars) - “sometimes they’ll say something so raw and relatable i can’t look at them directly” round two. he’s a dysfunctional mess of a psychopath, has killed and will kill again, will feel bad but mostly about feeling good about it, is not sure he’s still a person, broke me a thousand times with casually thrown out, innocuously devastating little statements, is still a fucking sweetie with the cutest most ill-advised crush and the most adorable passion for romance novels, is a dork and a mother to his dog, knows he’s broken and messy and dangerous, knows he’s going rotten inside, has a heart so dark he corrupted a lightsaber and gave an imperial inquisitor the dokis. i have complicated feelings. i have one all-obliterating feeling. i’m scraped hollow and oversaturated. what was i before i understood myself through the lens of leenik

5. Lau Kin Ming (Infernal Affairs trilogy) - *lies down on the floor for a hundred years*

6. Eunie (Xenoblade Chronicles 3) - she’s my RUDEST CHILD

7. Kabrew (Dungeon Meshi) - i have a thing for smiling manipulative sociopaths. i have even more of a thing for characters who aren’t manipulative for nefarious reasons but just because they’re nd and that’s how they’ve learned to interact with the world, for good reasons like self-preservation or to protect someone/something or to achieve a goal that is objectively good or neutral. it’s his best asset!!! of course he’s going to use it!!! a pragmatic boy!!! very polite and efficient!!! absolutely cannot deal with the kind of monster-obsessed adhd idiot-who-won’t-explain-himself-ever that the protag unfortunately (for kabrew) happens to be, is terribly shrewd and clever and analytic but keeps tragically misunderstanding protag’s idiocy in the most hilarious way, is very bad at fighting monsters (his job.) but suspiciously skilled at fighting people (not even remotely in his job description :) ), later aquires another one-track-mind nd idiot to take care off and mellows out so fucking much guys it’s like he melted into mithrun’s gently reluctant fussy little wife. i am obsessed

8. Olivier (Trails in the Sky) - ✨SPARKLES✨DAZZLES YOU WITH FINE WINE, FLORID POETRY AND ROMANTIC MUSIC✨FLIRTS WITH YOU✨FLIRTS WITH YOUR DAD✨FLIRTS WITH YOUR SISTER✨FLIRTS WITH HIS BOYFRIEND✨FLIRTS WITH YOUR BOYFRIEND✨BRINGS A FLEET OF TANKS TO THREATEN YOUR BORDER✨PLOTS TO OVERTHROW THE CHANCELLOR✨FLIRTS WITH THE CHANCELLOR✨

9. Anakin (Star Wars) - i debated over maybe adding Maul to this list instead but. Maul would seethe with rage at the idea of being overlooked in favor of Anakin and so obviously that’s the correct choice. the Force wills it. anyway, ANAKIN. he’s so good. beloved by the narrative, beloved by magic, beloved by the universe. he’s SO MUCH and he’s carrying so much; expectations, responsibilities, power, restraints, taboos, fate, trauma; that when he inevitably comes crashing down he shakes the galaxy to its core and shifts the entire balance of the Force. also he’s a bitch and has a lovely snarky dynamic with just about everybody, i’m especially fond of his characterization in The Clone Wars :D

10. Xue Yang (Mo Dao Zu Shi) - .............. look i didn’t know how to end this list and i can’t choose between all my Pokémon faves and it’s better than Kavinsky even though it’s technically xianxia!Kavinsky, a little bit, but also it’s better trust me i’m a Kavinsky girl. there’s so much about him that is pressing all my buttons. he’s so terrible and so full of regrets but absolutely unapologetic and he’s tragic and he never knew what he had until he broke it but also he never really had it because he came into it already broken and bloodied himself and he did so, so much wrong and he hated and he loved so, so hard and for a while he had something that was almost like happiness but was also built on his lies and crimes and he destroyed it like a child playing and he fought so hard and so desperately to get it back, but he never did, and what little lingered of his broken dream had never been his to save, and he met a miserable end and he was never understood, or loved, or known. i need a minute.

(bonus round: 11. Shigeru (Pokémon anime) - yeah i lied actually i know who to choose it’s this bitch. i love him and so should you thanks for coming to my TED talk)

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aannnnddd i don’t really know who i could tag, so?? just grab the meme and go wild, my children

#copypasting this description of olivert #for next time i'm trying to sell someone on the trails series #tag meme #about ezzoh

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cookinguptales · 2 years

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blurss3d said: For you? I'll read it anyway. Nsnfmdnfkf 😌

People like you are the biggest blessing when you are really hungry for fics of something with a really small fanbase. We've all been there.

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;; Thank you. And yes, the intended recipient of the fic loved it, and that was really why I posted it. Whenever I write SNM I know I’m gonna get a comment from two specific people, maybe a rogue third, maybe one or two reblogs or kudos other than them, and then several hits from my non-SNM readers who clicked on it anyway when I posted something, then apparently went *headtilt* and closed the window. lmao. It’s a fairly dependable pattern at this point.

At the same time, I kind of get it... SNM is an odd one because it always ends up kind of being a mixture of canon and original fiction. I love trying to evoke the strange, ghostly atmosphere of the show and the malleable nature of the characters, but the fact of the matter is that you do have to kind of do some heavy lifting for a show that tends to be comprised of strong impressions much more than always-coherent characters and story. (Again, they change very much depending on who’s playing everyone each night and no one talks.)

I also know it’s hard because there’s nothing even resembling a recording for the show and there never could be. Proshotting every character’s journey would give you like a 20-hour show and it wouldn’t have the interactive qualities that the show is known for. There’s really nothing that could ever replace a character dragging you into a hidden room and removing your mask and touching you like you’re something desecrated, something holy, or the intense glee of opening up someone’s dresser drawers and finding something... unexpected. Or accidentally walking into a fight scene like you’re that guy entering the room on fire carrying pizza.

(One of the only times I’ve heard an actor break character ever was when they were trying to physically protect me during one of Sleep No More’s somewhat uhhhhh legendary fight dances lmao. They are really spectacularly violent, for interpretive dance.)

But yeah, I end up making a lot of allusions while I’m writing SNM fics to things that regulars of the show would understand but that I get would be confusing as hell to my regular readers lmao. So much of the show is implications that I feel like I end up writing that way, too. I’m obsessed with the detritus that I find in offices and bedrooms and such, too, so I know that I’m often writing about some random-ass little prop that I found that most people have never even seen. (See: the 10k fic I wrote about a scrap of paper I found pinned to a character’s wall amongst hundreds of other scraps of paper that just said blackbirds are for reincarnation.)

So in the end, I just post these very weird fanfics every so often that do not have anything resembling regular characterization and only the vaguest of timelines in common that will go an entire fic talking about a character but refusing to say her name, or making sideways comments about a room which must never be entered. (Even though I, the audience, have entered it many times!) They’re full of references to actual historical magic and character histories that I just... fuckin... made up... and I get that they are not readable at all to my readers who don’t know the show relatively well.

That said, I’m not sure my regular readers would understand how much actual fans of the show often haven’t had the same experiences I have, either. We all experience different versions of the show, we all find different evidence for our headcanons, we all see different things. So there’s a high likelihood that even the target of my fic doesn’t understand what the fuck I’m talking about, either! lmao

#snm is one of my very favorite things to write BECAUSE of the malleability but I get that it's absolutely unreadable to 99.9999% of readers #I've shot myself in the foot here #replies

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