I imagine that after the whole Quinn situation, when tank brought Sam to the meetings everyone was suspicious as hell. Like they just got done w a murderous vamp and now there’s a vamps aura right outside the den doors? David was the only one that was calm cause he knew but ash and Milo quickly stepped to the side of the doors in case it was him. Then this southern old man walks in and everyone’s just like “huh?” Tank is behind him just glaring at everyone
103 notes
·
View notes
Throwing this out there, I'm working on a new JC fic where YMJ has a tradition of 5 important members carrying a symbiont inside themselves, which retain their own personality and the personality of all the previous hosts (think the Trill from Star Trek or the Goa'uld from Stargate). And JC ends up with both his parents symbionts so he gets extra trauma!
Anyway, I have the whole story plotted out in my head and I have artwork for it (thank you @the-pudding-is-a-lie) but I am struggling with one issue.
How do I format the conversations in JC's head that he's having with dozens of voices all at once, without the whole thing being incomprehensible?
I could do colour coded text, but not everyone uses Ao3 skins so I have to try and make it accessible to everyone.
I've just found writing the dialogue straight is a bit unwieldy given just how many personalities there are trying to tell JC what to do. Including his dead mum now literally living in his head (fun!)
Any suggestions?
This story will also probably end up some form of ChengXianZhan if anyone would rather not engage for that reason.
I still need to write that JC Pod person fic too ...
So many WIPs. So many long, long WIPs...
14 notes
·
View notes
But if I gave up on being pretty, I wouldn't know how to be alive
4 notes
·
View notes
The Barbie movie really said. Yes you will grow up and childhood wonder will vanish. Yes you will grow up and learn to hate yourself, your body, your awkwardness. Yes you will grow up and lose your confidence and certainty and sense of purpose. Yes you will grow up and the world will seem a bleaker, lonelier place every day, and society will seem bleaker and lonelier every day, and you won’t understand what went wrong in the span of just a few years, what took you from a happy and secure young girl to a sad, uncertain, scared grown woman.
And yet. You will learn to find beauty again. You will find joy in not having a purpose, in building a purpose for yourself. You will find beauty in connection, with the people and the world around you. You will learn to love signs of ageing as proof of a life well lived, of experience and happiness. You will take that little girl by the hand and tell her “I know, this isn’t what you thought it would be, but it’s real. Let me show you how beautiful it can be.”
16K notes
·
View notes
there really are few emotions i find more compelling in a story than "you should be afraid of me. please don't be afraid of me"
6K notes
·
View notes