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🎈describe your style as a writer; is it fixed? does it change?
People see things differently, especially creators of stuff, so I'm wondering how you see your own writing? And if it was a metaphor what would it be? Or an object or something or anything that describe it?
Oh my goodness these are such interesting questions! You got me getting introspective! (o^ ^o)
I think my style generally exists as 2-3 general forms, two of them being incredibly similar, if not overlapping? I think in general it stays within these forms, because I actively seek to curate my style in these specific ways (tho if stop using one, it will get rusty). But for the whole curate thing, I look at other writing I like a lot to get into the mood of a certain style for specific fics! So in my eyes, I've got Comedic Style, Descriptive Anguish, and Voice Strong.
Comedic Style is exactly what it sounds like, it's when I want to try comedic fics with much sillier tones like with Metamorphosis which starts as a more horror-ish but quickly dissolves into silliness. I re-read authors whom comedic styles I adore, which is mostly cereal_whore on ao3! I adore their style! But I've diving so much into angst, I'm rusty with this style again. Ugh (ノ_<、). Still working on the next chapter tho.
Descriptive Style also what it sounds like, it's when I really try to dig deep into figuring out the best way to make physical sensations, more commonly pain 'cause I love angst, and really intense emotions feel almost palpable through descriptions alone. Like, comparing frustrations as a simmering pot that grew into a furious boil, something annoyingly unignorable like an unscratched, terrible itch!References I get for this style are a wide range of novels and fic alike. I even keep samples of styles I like to quickly skim through if that helps something flow better. Novels like "A Certain Hunger" by Chelsa G. Summers (a recent read of mine, I adore horror), or quotes from fics like "The sentence sits between them; decaying and astringent, Fushiguro unapologetically leaves it as such. Yuuji’s sure he’s been decomposing since he ate a corpse's finger."
Similar to this, and hopefully overlapping with the previous to make a fic feel good to me is Voice Strong, also sounds like what it is, haha! The character's mindset determines what their feelings get compared to, kinda like context, if that's the right word? I'm sure I'm over-explaining here, but I don't think I've described this before, since it's always been in my head? To me, it should always be a bit unreliable, a POV's always limited unless omniscient. I'm best at writing high intensity, like panic/stress because than character's actions are so much easier to understand and thus predict. If I can't guess their actions, I kinda can't continuing writing. And if I know their mindsets, I know what general arcs to keep in mind, so the plot can take any form while staying in general directions.
Like with it feels like we only go backwards , Steven 2.0 (human!steven) is pretty much on the verge of a very bad mental breakdown. Consequently, he is incredibly easy to predict and thus write for! It's easy to jump into his voice. It's kinda hard to describe, but he often repeats phrases like "you see?" and "he is kind" when he's really close to losing it because he's trying to cling to his denial as a (bad) coping mechanism. Chunks of him glorifying/romanticizing, for lack of better word, his own discomfort, distaste, or plain hostility, are split by the snippets of truth he can't ignore, like the fact he misses Pinko, or he's angry or he's tired. He repeats stuff alot, often trying to stick to the pedestal he's falling from, like "But perhaps, he hit a bit too hard, a bit too rough, because Steven Universe should be gentle, gentle, gentle, he knows, because he is nothing but gentle and kind, gentle and kind." He wants to be gentle, but in reality he's becoming more and more violent in this scene. Mf is just contradicting at all times. I love him so much. (´꒳`)♡
WOAH, this got really long. (」°ロ°)」 I hope I didn't chat your ear off, haha! But if I had to describe my writing, I'd say water? It can fit into any style if I really try, like water can take the shape of any container, but I try to keep it specific containers. Or, three specific directions to flow through, kinda like three diff rivers? If that makes sense! (・_・ )ゝI get incredibly frustrated when it doesn't move how I want it to (often), so it needs constant upkeep. Me writing is a million re-writes and edits plus scrapping entire chunks, like, constantly. It also has to feel right to be published. Like I have an entire draft of my body's in backwards sitting unpublished but that mf is not getting posted until it feels right. I may or may scrap it entirely. Again. (」><)」
I guess another comparable object is like some kind of hedge/bush/etc I keep trimming for the perfect shape, but never quite looks right until it totally does. Which could take so damn long.
Hope that answered ya question!!! TYSM FOR ASKING (´,,•ω•,,)♡
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kavaleyre · 1 month
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• The Hanged Man •
“Compared to what Falin went through? This is nothing.”
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bacchuschucklefuck · 12 days
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beautiful! majestic!
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prinsomnia · 2 years
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never thought i had it in me 🕯
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artistictea · 7 months
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ur blue skrunkly man fascinates me, please tell me about him (and has he managed to make Halsin worse)
HIII ANON THANK YOU FOR THE ASK <3 His name is Tavryn, he spent two entire arcs being the worst man alive who prioritized money over everything else. Karlach wants him dead. I really did think I was going to play a fully evil character but then Act 3 started and it came with all these heavy hitting questions about morality and.......against all odds, he somehow got fixed. More or less. So I guess Halsin was right.
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zinniapetals · 4 months
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my fave chengxian reconciliation scenario is wei wuxian slowly realizing that the life of a wanderer isn’t actually what he wants and lotus pier is his home and more clearly, living in a world with jiang cheng but not actually being something to jiang cheng isn’t what he wants either
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More in the AU where Elrond and Elros are 16 years old rather than 6 when Sirion is sacked. Tag is "older kidnap fam fic" for previous installments
Elrond wakes up draped over the rump of a horse.
Not, to be clear, his own warhorse. His faithful stallion is being ridden by one of the few remaining warriors of the Gap, the great cavalry of the Noldor, who will be able to keep her seat regardless of what the horse tries.
Elrond isn't initially sure who is riding the horse that he's been set over like a sack of baggage. His arms are stretched out past his head, tied wrists dangling toward the ground, and his ankles are tied as well, tighter than the hobble that he had while walking. He can't see anything but horse flank.
Elrond wriggles around to try and get a better view, and someone notices.
"Lord Maedhros, it seems your guest is awake."
Maedhros pushes down the middle of Elrond's lower back to pin him more surely to the horse. "Lie still. If you fall off while riding in formation you're liable to get stepped on by the next horse, even if the rider wished to avoid you."
"I know how to ride properly."
"Yes, I saw that you were quite skilled when you killed my soldiers, which is why you're staying right there."
"Could I at least sit upright, even if I have to ride behind someone else like an infant?"
"Maybe tomorrow, if you give your word not to escape."
"I'm not stupid enough to try and bargain with you again, after you broke your word about setting us free from the cellar."
"I never said I'd set you free, I said I'd leave the city and wouldn't kill you. Sirion crumbled in the first assault, but I did no more damage after taking you and your brother into custody. If they're smart enough to repair the castle first, everyone should be able to keep warm this winter."
"And if they focus instead on burying their dead, or rebuilding their houses, or rescuing their kidnapped princes?"
"Who knows? But I'm not king of even the Noldor anymore, and the people of Sirion are not my responsibility."
"You would just let them die?" Elrond wanted to glare at the Feanorian, and nearly slipped backwards off the horse as he tried to sit up.
Maedhros caught Elrond deftly by the bound wrists and pulled him back into place. "Next time you do that, I'll let you fall"
"So you don't actually intend to even spare my life."
"I agreed to spare you, not to save you . None here will harm you, but I won't rescue you from consequences of childish stupidity, no more than I will rescue Sirion from winter. If you would rather bash your head open rather than remain my captive, I am not so cruel as to deny you that escape."
Elrond had nothing to say to that topic, as his first retort about more palatable escapes seemed likely just to enrage his captor, as did any question about cutting off hands. "Where's Elros? Was he at least left back in Sirion?" Elrond wanted his brother to be safe, and his people to have a leader with his mother drowned. But he, selfishly, also did to want to be alone with the kinslayers.
"He's here as well, don't worry. Nornmalo has him, and I trust him not to torture a prisoner, despite what it may sound like."
"The moans of pain might be a headache, he drank rather a lot of beer while we were trapped."
Maedhros laughed. "Well, a hungover child soldier. He will at least bother Nornmalo less with questions."
"Could I give him something to soothe the headache? I know a bit of healing."
"No. A headache won't kill him, and he'll get water when we stop same as you."
They stopped only once that day, to water the horses at a stream. Elros was pulled down from the saddle - feet first, luckily, though he still landed in a heap - and his hands untied. Maedhros tossed him a canteen, and said "if you need to piss, now's the best time. You won't get piss all over the horse or your clothes, and we're downstream of the rest of the company."
"My legs are still tied."
"The ropes low enough you should be able to unfasten your belt."
"Are you going to watch me the whole time?"
"Until I find another guard, yes."
Elrond drinks little enough water to avoid the issue, for the moment.
When it's time to ride again, Elrond puts up a fight about having his arms tied again. That just gets Maedhros pinning his face in the dirt while a soldier ties the rope.
Elrond is slung back on the horse like a parcel.
They stop again just before sunset to make camp.
Elrond's hands are untied again for dinner.
The food is simple, waybread and water, and Elrond wonders if he should mention that Men need to eat more than once a day.
Far more exciting than the food though is the figure dropped on the grass next to him, clutching his own canteen and waybread.
"Elros!"
"Elrond! By Ulmo, you're alright!"
"I am, just a bit bruised from the horse. You?"
"Here's something for your healer's notes: do not put people with hangovers upside down for hours. I must have thrown up a dozen times."
"That's terrible! Maybe we can ask-"
At that point the guard tells them to hurry up, they'll be taken to where they're sleeping in ten minutes regardless of how much dinner they've had. Elrond and Elros focus on eating.
They are not, apparently, going to be sleeping near each other. "Too much chance to plot."
The Feanorian soldiers have tents. Some of them share, some of them have their own. A few soldiers have tents obviously designed for two or three that they go into alone.
The horses stolen from Sirion are tied to a picket line. It's loped through the reins, but one person untying the end would let all the horses scatter.
The horses the Feanorians rode into town on are not tied at all. They are loyal old warhorses, and will not flee from orcs in the distance. If wolves do sneak past the guards into the camp, better for the horses to run, and come back at their masters' call when the danger is passed.
Elrond, by contrast, is tied to a tree trunk. His hands are tied in front of him rather than behind, and his legs are unbound. Maedhros's brother - and Elrond learned from a careless remark that their is only the one left - even tossed a blanket over Elrond's legs, to guard against the chill of the night air.
It is the most freedom of movement Elrond has had all day, but that's saying little.
He is stuck sitting up, feeling every root and rock underneath him, unable to reach his hands back to where the rope is tied behind the tree.
Elrond sleeps poorly, stirring at every noise, whether it's a guard on their rounds or an owl hooting its warning.
In the morning, Elrond is given a breakfast of water and waybread again.
Maedhros says "You know it would be suicidal to flee, alone in the wilderness, yes?" and lets Elrond ride behind him sitting up.
Elrond's hands are still bound, and a rope leads passed Maedhros to the saddle horn. If he fell off, he better hope he can keep pace with a cantering horse, or else be dragged on the ground.
Elrond stays on the horse. He figures out his balance well enough to turn, and sees Elros riding similarly.
Thing continue like this for over a week, until they reach Amon Ereb.
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lucihens · 6 days
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i'm gonna need tim to meet an elderly, terminally ill man in a bad place and have the guy tell him about how much regret he has in his old age for letting the woman of his dreams go and living the rest of his life on edge and in misery because he was adamant about not bettering himself and having his life end up being unfulfilling, lacking the kind of love he wanted all because he thought he didn't deserve it. and finally have them show tim's state of mind about everything and him finally admitting he wants to be better for both himself and lucy, go to an uncorrupt therapist and fight his ass off for his future. goodbye <3
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hermitshell · 5 months
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There's something so deeply despondent about a server that was once populated but grows inactive overtime, like instead of the world feeling fuller for how much people have given to it, it instead feels more empty because people Were here and they Did leave their mark. So where are they now? In universe it's just a tragic kind of horror, seeing a world left abandoned. Knowing it is not empty because it's supposed to be or because it's finished but where it's still just clinging on with one or two people left yet deserted. Like walking the streets of an apocalyptic city.
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kuja-kujaku · 2 months
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lmao I’m not even 32 yet and someone asked me when I’m going to start coloring my grey hair. never, actually, it’s a condition. it’s called Pretty Boy Disease and it’s terminal. it just gets worse as I get older, I just keep getting more and more grey hairs until I’m so hot people can’t stand to look at me. make sure it’s an open-casket funeral, don’t put me in the ground without getting a good eyeful bc I worked hard for these sultry little grey binches.
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kyouka-supremacy · 1 year
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do u have any akutagawa whump fic refs i need to see him broken
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I actually haven't been able to read a lot of sskk fics recently (← cries in severe mental illness derived from sskk fics serotonin withdrawal). On top of my mind:
You make me feel bad by iwanttea7 someone to share the silence by UnicornFlowers my body is a cage by getintrouble a touch of reticence by infernalmelancholy Vulnerability by CineJu Armour of glass by hinataboke9
But you also might want to check out this ask
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starheirxero · 17 days
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BOOO HEY FRIEND XERO BITES YOU . TELL ME WHAT ULTRAKILL IS PLEASE . IVE HEARD OF IT BEFORE AND I KNOW NOTHING BUT IT SOUNDS COOL . JUMPS AROUND
AAAAAA HELLO FRIEND VI!!!! ULTRAKILL IS SUCH A GOOD GAME IT'S LITERALLY FUCKING FANTASTIC <3<3<3
Like okok the tagline is literally "mankind is dead. blood is fuel. hell and full." AND WITH WHAT IS CURRENTLY OUT OF THREE GAME? THAT'S A PRETTY SOLID WAY TO PUT IT LMAO. You play as V1, one of many robots built for a great war, that is one of few machines that can absorb blood via direct contact with it. It's all basically a mad dash through hell to stay alive as long as possible through killing demons, husks, and other machines.
And eventually, angels :)!
Gabriel is, fun fact, the only character that you can encounter in the main levels that actually speaks!!! So when you get to the area he does his first monologue to you, it is a TOTAL jumpscare!! And he is SO SASSY. All like "Machine, turn back now, for the walls of this palace are NOT for your kind 🙄" like okay gayboy. and literally the way u heal during his fight is that he stops his attacks to taunt you and THEN you can stop to beat his ass LMAO
AND THEN WHEN HE'S DEFEATED, HE LOSES ALL OF HIS PERFECT ANGEL ATTITUDE AND GOES "YOU INSIGNIFICANT FUCK!!!" IT'S EVERYTHINGGSGAJAHAJSH AND THEN!!! BECAUSE HE GOT HIS ASS BEAT BY A MACHINE, THE HOLY COUNCIL SAYS "HEY MAN, WHAT THE FUCK. UR PATHETIC. KILL THE MACHINE IN 24 HOURS OR BE STRIPED OF THE FATHER'S LIGHT (READ AS: KILL V1 OR DIE)."
SO WHEN YOU SEE HIM AGAIN IN ACT 2 HE'S LIEFRHSHAHAHAHAAAAAA I CAN'T EVEN JUST PLEASE FUCKING LISTEN TO HIS PRE-FIGHT MONOLOGUE IT'S INSANEEEE 😍😍😍 THE FINAL CUTSCENE IS IN THAT TOO WHERE HE GETS HIS ASS BEAT AGAIN AND IS ACTUALLY LIKE. YK WHAT? THE HOLY COUNCIL IS FUCKED AND CORRUPT. I KNOW WHAT I MUST DO. AND SLAUGHTERS THEM ALL 💗💞💕💗💞💗💖💗💞
AND THAT'S JUST FOCUSING ON GABRIEL!!!!!! THERE'S STILL KING MINOS AND SISYPHUS AND ALL THE DEMONS AND HUSKS AND OTHER MACHINES AND V2 AND THE EARTHMOVER AND THE FERRYMAN AND I CANATATAAAAAAAA
I CAN'T FIT ALL I LOVE ABOUT THIS GAME INTO A POST BUT IT'S SO GOOD. AND THAT'S JUST WHAT U EXPERIENCE IN THE MAIN GAME WITHOUT LORE-DIGGING. IT'S LITERALLY A FUCKING FANTASTIC GAME WITH A BEAUTIFUL STORY. PLEASE. PLEASE ITS SO GOOD. HERE'S A 1 HOUR 30 MINUE LORE VIDEO IF YOU WANT MORE. PLEASE. IT'S ULTRAKILLIN' TIME.
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lycheelovescomics · 1 month
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overall my main comment to other viewers/surface level fans of the xmen coming into tags and things of xmen97 is, like...
pick up the comic these were based on! they're fun and even more rewarding!!
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jahiera · 8 months
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ok I have started writing short dialogue bursts with action guides and tags like a script and fretting only about the conversation itself. this shit rocks
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pishifuzul · 2 months
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realistically this is just wishful thinking but I've found myself wondering how things would've gone if I'd been on this transmisogyny bender a decade earlier and ended up making it my pissertation instead of the bullshit I got going now. the answer of course is that most likely it would have become something else I learnt to hate since that appears to be the only emotion academia engenders in me.
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streetlegal1978 · 10 months
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I just saw some tiktok that was basically like, “I feel bad for girls that didn’t like or understand the Barbie movie because they’re the girls that needed it the most… :(“ its a fucking toy movie…………lol
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