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WIP Wishlist 2024

Hello tumblrs , and Happy March 2020-4! I’m still waiting for the new year to actually feel like a new year instead of a continuum of the year before it. Can anyone else relate?

At the very beginning of the year, while battling a never-ending case of RSV, I saw posts here about people’s writing resolutions and goals for this year. Me? I have a wish list of stories I want to start, continue, and/or finish. I will still be writing original stories, but thinking this may be the year I settle down and write/publish my own Great American Novel. We’ll see.

Meanwhile, below is a glimpse of what immediately came to mind when I thought to put this together. Where applicable, snippets will be posted. As usual, everything is in states of rough drafts and flux, and final publication may vary from what you read here.

Newbies:

These are stories that are in the creation conception stage; ideas, thoughts, some words.

The False Queen

A long ago battle between the True Queen (Ravika/Riley) and her usurper (Magda/Madeleine) resumes during the Cordonian Social Season. Think Xena, Warrior Princess with some time travel thrown in.

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An unlikely pair (Justin/Anton x Kiara) finds love during the Engagement Tour. But with Anton having other plans in mind, the path to happily ever after is anything but smooth.

Wolves and Sheep

Combining my Riam, Anton, and Secrets of Cordonia AUs, this is the story of the trial of Anton Severus.

At the prosecutor’s table sits the Duchy’s High Counsel and Lord Rashad Domvallier. Folders and papers are stacked neatly on the table while the men converse quietly as they type on laptop keyboards.

The defense attorneys sit at a table across the aisle from them: a statuesque blonde woman wearing a gray pantsuit and an African man in a pinstriped three-piece navy suit. The woman is reviewing a document, her pen occasionally scribbling on the paper. The man is speaking in hushed tones into his cellphone.

Security is omnipresent: King’s Guards work and stand side-by-side with the local constabulary and guardians of the Court.

A side door swings open; two guards, followed by the defendant and two additional sentries enter. The guards part, allowing the public its first glimpse of Anton Severus in over five years. The quiet of the courtroom is broken by rustling and whispering as everyone strains forward. Members of the Cordonian Court are no exception.

A sneer of disdain twists the mouth of the Duchess of Lythikos, Anton’s ex-wife. Her fingertips unconsciously begin rubbing the area on her abdomen where his dagger tore her flesh.

The King leans forward intently, his dark-ebony eyes hard as obsidian. His expression is stoic, betraying nothing.

The Queen is sitting ramrod straight, her eyes wide. “Holy FUCK, he’s hot!” she murmured. “I could make that man a King.”

Without breaking his gaze on his nemesis, the King lightly slaps her thigh, causing his wife to frown at him. “I said what I said,” she hisses. “I did it for you, I can do it for him.”

“I was royal long before I met you, and King when I married you,” Liam reminds her in a slightly reproving tone, his eyes still fixed on Anton.

“There you go, twisting the narrative,” Riley huffs as she reaches for her husband’s hand. He readily allows her to hold it.

Affairiage

I thought I was making Leo Rys and Savannah Walker leads in my version of Same Time Next Year, but it appears I’m doing a fanfic of 28 Summers

Heartland

Back in the Year 500 BC, I came up with the idea of a late 1950s period piece featuring the TRR crew, and promptly never said another word about it:

Well, cauldrons are beginning to bubble, and plans are being made to rework plot and premise to turn this into an anthology series set in the American Midwest during an era where Dick Clark reigned, Jim Crow ruled, and innocence began to lose its bloom.

Sixteen Candles

Another story that popped into my brain and left just as quickly. But thoughts of Drake Walker as Jake Ryan and Liam as Long Duck Dong are back and this time, I don’t think they’re going anywhere.

Small Town Secrets

This was originally titled Life in a Southern Town aka The Political AU and was going to follow the political campaigns of five mayoral candidates: Riley Brooks, the incumbent; her ex-husband Liam Rys (they still live together in the same house and co-parent their two daughters), a former state senator; Madeleine, District A councilmember; Leo Rys, the dark horse candidate; and Drake Walker, Riley’s former (?) lover who calls her a demon and a plague on the town.

However, life events and imagination are collaborating, and I am repurposing the story to include political intrigue, hidden secrets, and humor in inappropriate places.

Debating if this will be a Great American Novel nominee, and whether to use OCs versus the usual cast of characters.

Little Nobles

A (somewhat) light-hearted look at the childhoods of my favorite noble gang, along with the friendships and rivalries between their parents.

In Progress:

Stories that are nagging me to write them/finish them

City Girl, Country Boy

Tis the season, and Liam finds himself alone on holiday in Manhattan where he runs across an old friend.

From the corner of my eye, I glimpse height and dark wool; hands stuffed in pockets. Perfectly combed dark hair and Asiatic features on a half-shadowed face. I mentally shake my head as I continue walking. It’s been over a decade since we last laid eyes on each other; there’s no way it’s him.

I’m disappointed that after all this time, I still search for his face in the crowd, that I still hope he will pursue me despite the different trajectories our lives have taken. My steps are quicker as I pass apartment buildings, skyscrapers, and storefronts gaily decorated in the theme of the season. Street vendors hawk bootleg wares

I’m nearing Canal Street subway when I hear running footsteps behind me. Automatically, I step to aside, so I don’t get barreled over but the steps slow as they near me.

“Excuse me, miss,” a familiar baritone says, and I stop walking.

It can’t be.

I haven’t heard that voice in 12 years, but I don’t need to look to know who it is. I turn anyway so my ears and eyes can be in agreement. I am hoping my expression is neutral despite my insides being a squirrel in traffic.

He hasn’t changed.

His hair is still black with that streak of gray on the side; his face still unlined. Or maybe the New York night softens his years. He wears a custom-tailored, black wool coat; his wingtips are so polished, I see the streetlamps reflected in them. His cologne is subtle and not the one I remember. He still exudes confidence despite the smidgen of uncertainty in his eyes.

Me on the other hand, I am now more TJ Maxx and Macy’s clearance rack than Louboutin. I don’t smell expensive; more like affordable. My trench coat is … vintage, and long overdue for a dry cleaning. My shoes are a dull matte black, scuffed from traversing streets and subways.

“It is you.” I hear his disbelieving whisper despite the throng of people impatiently jostling past us.

The Odd Couples

It’s throwback DC AU gang, all mixed up: Liam x Liv; Drake x Madeleine; Leo x Riley; Max x Penelope

The couple was in Baltimore for the weekend, attending a costume party thrown by Liv’s employer. There had been a buffet, open bar, and a prize for the best costume. Which Liam and Olivia did not win; Carlos Santiago, a member of the Environmental Services team, along with his wife and three children came costumed as birds and bees and won the prize.

Liam and Liv were The Ricardos: Olivia’s red hair was done up in Lucy’s signature poodle hairstyle, and her dress was a dead ringer for the world’s most famous housewife’s iconic frock. He had wanted to wear a tuxedo and carry a conga drum but settled for Ricky’s purple polka dot silk smoking jacket with shawl collar, black pants, and black velvet slippers.

“I can’t believe we didn’t win!” Liam muttered beneath his breath as he came behind Olivia, arms encircling her waist; his palms splayed against her flat, toned stomach. She responded by leaning against him, her back pressed against his chest.

“Don’t hate!” she admonished. “With those Korean features and Boston accent, no way were you a convincing Cuban band leader. Besides, you have to admit the birds and the bees is a pretty creative idea.”

“Not more creative than my SOCK GAME! I mean, Liv … you gotta admit, it’s damn good tonight!”

He was wearing black, knee-length socks with red hearts inscribed with “I Love Lucy” scattered all over.

Olivia rolled her eyes in exasperation at the mention of his sock game.

This man and his socks! He thought his sock game could cure cancer and bring about world peace.

“You’re sock game is great as it always is, darling. But it was a costume contest,” Olivia placated in a soothing tone as his fingers began removing bobby pins from her hair.

She spun around, facing her boyfriend. Her hair fell in soft curls that framed her face. Her green eyes twinkled as she pressed a quick kiss against his lips.

“You big, spoiled baby,” she teased. “Wanna smoke? I brought a couple of blunts along.”

Quickly, he shook his head. “No way am I going to be in BALTIMORE off some loud.”

Alienation of Affection

An installment of my Gritty City AU loosely based on true events where sneaky links and self-loathing collide. Reader discretion will be advised.

Caught

Inspired by a keysmash-filled convo with @ao719, a twist on the night of the Engagement Ball

This is her first admission of guilt and/or wrongdoing our entire time together.

She has no choice.

I attempt a deep inhale, but my chest is too tight.

The wedding is in one week. Tonight was our engagement gala.

“Yes, Liam yes!!! A THOUSAND TIMES, yes!”

I caught her … them … in the act. The woman I love madly, truly, deeply and the man I trust more than anything in the world.

I manage to choke out a single question. “Why?”

Her shoulders slump as her head falls forward, causing her hair to cover her profile. “It hasn’t been going on long; it started on the Engagement Tour. I told him in Vegas that what we had would have to end.”

I watched her leave the stag party arm-in-arm with Drake Walker. My best friend, with whom Riley wanted to have a fling. She swore it was a one-time affair; she was too much in love with me, but she wished to satisfy her curiosity.

I attempted to leave first, but I was not only one of the honorees, I was also King.

Per traditional protocol, the King is the last to leave.

So I remained behind, drinking copious amounts of American liquor, making small talk in a loud voice so as to be heard over noisy music, and dancing with women I had previously rejected.

All while Riley spent the night with another man.

“But it hasn’t,” I interrupt harshly.

Based on Tumblr Events:

Untitled Song Rewrite

Based on Jill Scott’s Epiphany

Sisters Someone

A two-part story that brings together Sloane Washington and Kiara Theron for their respective appreciation weeks (hosted by @lizzybeth1986)

Untarnished Silver

For King Liam Appreciation Week (KLAW), a look at 25 years of the rule and reign of Cordonia’s favorite King

The Grand Ballroom in the Palace’s West Wing had been completely transformed into an elegant banquet hall:

Buffet tables filled with steaming trays of foods catered from two of Cordonia’s newest and most critically acclaimed restaurants: The Little Lamb, and its sister eatery The Commoner’s Crown, were conveniently placed next to open bars throughout the humongous room.

Tables were covered with white linen cloths and topped with floral centerpieces of irises, Peruvian lilies, and magnolias in silver vases. The flowers represented congratulations and longevity, sentiments that had been expressed repeatedly to the King and his family during the tour.

Balloon bouquets colored silver and cream floated near the ornate ceiling, as well as being tied to chairbacks. Dining tables strategically ringed the room, affording the 1,500 attendees a full view of the stage and podium. Life-sized photographs hung from brocaded walls, capturing moments of the King’s life:

Accepting the Crown Princeship one week to the day his brother Leo abdicated.

Coronation night, wearing the King’s crown, royal robes, and holding the family scepter.

Feeding ducks at Lake Fabian with his mother.

He and Riley’s engagement portrait.

Their wedding day, mouths opened in laughter with their faces covered in cake and frosting.

In a dressing gown, his back to the camera and face in profile as he held one of his sons in his arms.

Atop a horse with a frown of concentration on his face, playing in a charity polo match, the camera catching his mallet mid-swing.

Speaking with Chancellor Merkel at a summit, a half-smile on his face as they looked down at a document, his index finger pointing to something on the paper.

He and Riley dancing at their 20th wedding anniversary party, her face nuzzled against his neck while his lips hovered above her ear.

A funny family portrait, complete with exaggerated poses and expressions.

The Couple Next Door

A reworking of the 2005 action comedy hit, Mr. & Mrs. Smith

Final Cut

Based on the first three chapters of a Round Robin hosted by @choicesprompts

Bertrand Beaumont turned off the microphone before shuffling, then paper-clipping his index cards. He glanced up briefly to see the group filing out of the hotel’s ballroom; a curious expression crossed his face when he saw a few laggers approach others, striking up conversations.

What have I gotten myself into?

Starting a public relations firm had seemed a great idea a year ago. With the Duke’s diverse background in fashion, finance, and political legalities, coupled with his penchant for decorum and obsession with appearances, it had seemed a no-brainer.

Savannah was his operations manager, responsible for events logistics and administrative support. Justin Severus was his right-hand person; he had done a marvelous job restoring the Queen’s reputation after the unfortunate incident at Applewood.

He stepped from behind the podium and briskly made his way off the dais, looking down at his watch as he strode through the room. Looking back up, he saw Justin leaning against a wall, waiting for him at the elevator bank. The closer Bertrand approached his deputy, a wide smile spread across Justin’s face.

“You were great!” he greeted the Duke. “You kept the rowdies in line and gave them just enough to pique their curiosity.”

Bertrand pushed the call button. “This group is not what I was expecting. South American overlords. Hollywood has-beens and wanna-bes. AMERICANS! We’re going to need to double-check the mentor list again.”

Bertrand had postponed the mentor/mentee matchup because it was not yet finalized.

“It’s a hella group, for certain. The subject of an international child custody case, a lawsuit-riddled doctor, disgraced C-suite executive, Leo, Trystan, Olivia, a scandal-ladened starlet, America’s Sweethearts, Princess Marguerite, and Duke Dick.”

Bertrand gave Justin a withering glance. “DO NOT engage in intercourse with the Princess!” he warned.

“Too late,” Justin smirked.

Bertrand shook his head before commenting again. “The Selection Committee must have been drunk when they approved their choices. Have the other members of Court arrived?”

The elevator arrived and the gentlemen boarded. Justin’s index finger punched their floor number as he shook his head.

“Not yet. A storm is coming in, waves are choppy. They should be here by 4, and that will be the last ferry into and out of the Isle until Monday morning.”

Bertrand mulled over the information. “At least we don’t have to worry about anyone sneaking off.”

Finish Them:

So these are stories that are soooo close to completion, but I am on the fence with two of them; the others, not sure why they are still sitting around gathering dust.

House of Cards

Based on the international phenomenon Squid Games, this is the backstory of “The Salesman”. On the fence about this story, and more so about posting this one in the fandom.

On this, the night of Day 2, the remaining participants were playing yet another “game”: Pillow Fight.

Innocent sounding enough.

Except everyone knew there would be a deadly twist, and all wanted to be alive in the morning. After realizing that this was a game to the death; overcoming the initial shock of a robotic doll the size of a fully grown tree whose eyes were infra-red cameras, and learning elimination meant certain demise … partners had already become opposition.

Player 081 inadvertently set the match to the fuse. No one knew if it was intentional. No one cared.

The middle-aged man, who was less than 48 hours into a dry drunk, muttered “fuck” under his breath as he stood on his top tier bunk in an attempt to press his palm against the glass pig’s underbelly.

No one was sure why.

Was he trying to steal the bank’s treasure? Or turn off the irritating light?

It no longer mattered.

The money wasn’t his and now, it never would be.

As pillowcases filled with objects such as rocks, sturdy tree branches, and in some …mere feathers randomly swung wildly, the white cotton slowly seeped red. Hollers and screams filled the room and echoed off walls and ceilings as beds collapsed from metal bars being snatched by the frenzied mob or being tipped over in the melee.

On the other side of the bunker, a thin, petite woman who looked no older than a teenager sniffled, the tears she cried streaking a bruised cheek covered with the dried blood of a corpse. A young man lay on his side behind her on the narrow mattress, his cracked voice in her ear.

“It’s gonna be okay, Soo-Ah; just four more games and then we can leave,” he assured her in a ragged whisper.

The woman hitched her breath. “My pillowcase has FEATHERS, Sang-yul! If they pull me into the fray, I’ll be leaving here a lot sooner than four days!” Her body shook with silent sobs.

The 23-year-old street urchin said nothing. Instead, he swallowed heavily and tried not to puke at the smell of blood, both old and fresh, assailing his nostrils. His arms tightened around Soo-Ah, his only friend in this hellhole.

The pig’s lighting flickered faster and more erratically as the fighting grew more frenzied. Sickening thuds, bellows of pain, and the sounds of shoe soles squeaking against the blood and brain splattered linoleum flooring were as loud as bombs.

Sang-yul chanced a glance over his shoulder, his body tensing at the sight of someone headed in their direction, their face pale and ghoulish in the broken light. A metal pipe was carried in one hand, a bloodied cloth sack in the other.

Coal black eyes darted everywhere looking for a victim.

Less players meant more money.

Sins of the Father

A Gritty City AU installment. Reader discretion will be advised.

He met Madeleine at her car door, his lips crashing uninvited against hers in a kiss filled with desperation and disbelief. When the kiss ended as abruptly as it began, Madeleine adjusted her tortoise-shell glasses while her green eyes searched Liam’s face almost warily.

“What the hell was that?”

“Someone killed Poppa Joe tonight!”

Madeleine quelled a shiver that raised goosebumps on her exposed skin before reaching back inside the car for her purse. “Thank GOD,” she breathed as opened the rear driver-side door to release Hans and Gunther, who bounded out of the car and sat before Liam so he could rub their heads and murmur sweet gibberish to them.

The restauranteur was yet another of Poppa Joe’s victims; when she was 15, the priest had gotten her pregnant. The scandal was handled quietly by the parish and her parents; the latter believed the father of the baby was an upperclassman named Tariq.

The young blonde left school for one month due to “illness”. It wasn’t a complete fabrication.

Madeleine’s abortion was a back-alley botch job which left her with a raging infection and too much blood loss. She survived but had to have an emergency hysterectomy.

She no longer cared. When she and Liam were getting serious and discussing marriage and family, he was relieved they would be unable to have children.

Tariq, the son of poor Moroccan immigrants, was transferred to an exclusive private school in the city’s North End, all expenses paid via a scholarship provided by St. Joan’s Academies.

“How did the rest of the party go?” she asked quietly as they began walking towards the house, holding hands; her blonde hair bounced against her shoulders.

Liam nodded slightly. “Good. We got Sloan Enterprise and slew of new donors.” His side-eyed his wife. “Where did you go with the dogs? It was supposed to be a walk.”

Madeleine turned her head vaguely, meeting her husband’s gaze.

“Ice cream,” she replied in a soft voice.

Her husband nodded thoughtfully. The term was code between them; when situations became too overwhelming, too triggering, they said they needed “ice cream.”

“I hope you brought me some back.” Liam squeezed Madeleine’s hand more tightly.

“You don’t like chocolate.”

The Queen’s Friendship

Riley was chatting with Maxwell in the Delegates Dining Room at the UN, waiting for the gala to begin. Liam was at the head of the room, arm in arm with Madeleine. His eyes spotted Riley and he winked. Riley rolled hers and turned her back to him.

“Blossom, don’t act like this! You know he’s trying,” Maxwell begged.

“WE’RE trying! He’s kissing his fiancée,” Riley retorted. Her eyes scanned the room. “Oh, look … there’s Drake,” she stated before walking away from Maxwell.

Riley had no idea if it was Drake or not, she just wanted away. From Liam, Madeleine, Maxwell … Cordonia. Riley figured now was the time to make the break. She was back home in New York City. She still had her apartment, for the next month at least. She passed by elegantly dressed tables and came upon an hors d'oeuvres station; she paused to pile a tiny plate with even tinier bits of food when she heard her name.

“Riley Brooks?”

She turned, a disinterested expression on her face until she saw who it was. Riley hurriedly set her plate on the edge of the buffet table before wrapping her arms around Veronica.

“OH MY GOD, Ronnie! What are you doing here?” Riley shrieked.

Veronica hugged her old friend tightly. “It’s so good to see you!” The women separated. “You look great, girl! I’m one of the event planners, why are you here?”

Riley shrugged. “I’m with the band.”

Veronica shook her head in disbelief. “How did you end up with royalty?”

“I answered an ad to be a waitress.”

DC AU Series, Chapter 6

The chirping of birds and a full bladder woke Riley up. She arched her neck, eyes still closed; they opened quickly when she felt arms around her waist and Liam’s soft snores behind her. Last night ran through her brain: their fight, their kiss, their confessions. Riley inhaled and let out a shaky breath; were they really going to do this?

Yes.

Was she ready for it?

No.

Her hands curled around Liam’s wrists, trying to pull them apart. He resisted at first, but let his arms fall away from her body. Riley missed their warmth immediately.

“Where are you going?” Liam mumbled.

“Bathroom and to take my meds.”

“Your pill and a bottle of water are on your nightstand.”

Riley looked and saw the pink pill sitting on a tissue, next to an unopened bottle of water. When did he do that?

“Thank you. But unless you put a toilet on the nightstand as well, I gotta get up.”

Liam shifted, allowing Riley to move and sit up. He watched her adjust her night shirt; his eye was caught by a mole on the back of her neck. His finger reached out, touching it experimentally. Riley giggled as she shrugged away from his touch.

“It’s like a potato bug,” Liam said as he tried to touch the mole again.

“Oh, dear God! Don’t you have to go to work or something?”

Liam lay on his back, hands behind his head. “Not going in today. You need me here.”

Riley frowned at him as she walked past the foot of the bed. “I’m fine, Liam. It’s just Drake.”

“Drake with apologies and explanations and closure. Different Drake than what you’re used to. I’ll feel better if I’m here.”

Riley shook her head as she stepped into the bathroom.

“This is what having a man who wants to claim you is like, Riley B.!” he called out.

“We’re not there yet!” she hollered back.

“Practice makes perfect!”

Oldies but Goodies:

New chapters/updates of old stories:

Timing

Object of Affection

Betrayal (Riam)

The Commonerr’s Wife

The Commoner (not that old, but I too want a thrid chapter)

One Night Stand

UnRomance

Streets of New York

Platinum (truly needs to be filed under Finish Them)

Best Friend (Depeche Mode Diary entry, needs to be a Finish Them)

Liara

And these are my #goals for 2024 writing-wise. I hope something caught your eye, piqued your interest. For all those still hanging with me and exercising the utmost patience while I let life kick my ass, I LOVE YOU! Something’s coming soon-ish, just not sure what.

Hope you’re here for it.

Tagging: @jared2612 @marietrinmimi @indiacater @kingliam2019 @bebepac @liamxs-world @mom2000aggie @liamrhysstalker2020 @twinkleallnight @umccall71 @superharriet @busywoman @beezm @gabesmommie1130 @tessa-liam @gardeningourmet @mainstreetreader @angelasscribbles @emkay512 @princessleac1 @charlotteg234 @alj4890 @lovingchoices14 @lady-calypso @choicesficwriterscreations

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richonne4life · 10 months

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Message to the fanfic keyboard warriors who leave nasty, disrespectful reviews

Let me be clear:

It's fanfic. It is free entertainment written by people who adore their ship.

No one is forcing you to read a free fanfic story. Fanfic is not written for your sole entertainment. Fanfic writers are not obligated to entertain one specific fanfic reader. If you don't like a free fanfic story that no one forced you to read, that's fine. I don't expect every person who reads Contractions of the Heart, or any story I write, to enjoy it. As a person with common sense, I don't expect to enjoy every story or novel I read.

But when you come across a fanfic story you don't enjoy, there's no need to be an obnoxious asshole about it. It's not difficult to not be an obnoxious asshole.

And how am I to blame for you not having enough sense to stop reading a story you don't like? That's a you problem.

There truly are more pressing issues in this world than not liking a free fanfic that no one forced you to read. Direct some of that energy to actual injustices in this world.

You have done absolutely nothing to deter me from writing the glorious story that is Contractions of the Heart.

Toodles.

#richonne fanfic #richonne #fanfiction #fanfiction struggles #I'm just trying to live my best life and finish my Richonne fanfic

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klkbass · 7 months

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What Happened to Mako? (My Legend of Korra story)

I realized the other day that the Legend of Korra has been over for nearly a decade. Although many believe it is the inferior of the two Avatar shows, I have watched the entire series at least five times (maybe six). The biggest reason: Mako. Here was this handsome, cool, Firebender. I was a stan almost instantly.

After the series ended, I was disappointed with his outcome. I thought for sure he should be with Korra. So, I did what any good fan would do when they are displeased--I started writing my own version of events. The more common nomenclature: fanfiction.

It started as a Makorra story, but it wasn't NSFW or anything of that nature as many fan stories tend to rise. I wanted something that stayed true to the nature of the original cartoon. Something that could be shared with any audience similar to what "The Legend of Genji" was doing. Also, after reading the graphic novels, I wanted to further explore the ramifications of having humans and spirits living so close together. Thus, the question became, "What if Mako got cursed?" With his position as a detective, it could happen. It would also put him opposite of Tokuga. So, I wrote several thousand, thousand, words and, as things tend to do, eventually the story drifted out of my purview. It was fun while it lasted...but the seeds had been sown.

Fast-forward to San Diego Comic Con (SDCC) 2022. Avatar studios announce two new graphic novels. One to feature Azula, and the other--Mako; both to be released in the summer of 2023. I was ecstatic. After so many years we were finally going to get more LoK content and, more specifically, Mako content. That's when I decided to revisit my own story. Maybe it would have some similarities to what was to come. I rewrote the entire thing to be more canon. No longer was it Makorra. Korra could be there, but this was going to be his adventure. What started as a few chapters, evolved into what is currently around two-hundred thousand words of what happened to Mako after Korra.

When SDCC 2023 came around, I waited with baited breath for news of the aforementioned graphic novels. Azula's story was being pushed back to fall (fine), there was going to be a new story featuring Iroh and June (who asked for that?)--and that was it. No mention of the Mako graphic novel. Not even if it was officially canceled. It was simply non-existent. I was disappointed to say the least.

Alas, at least I had my own nonsense.

Then, a thought slowly began to build. I could share my nonsense. There are still fans out there who want to see more of Mako. Maybe I could find someone that might appreciate what I've done. No sense putting in all this work and keeping it to myself. I was hesitant of course. I've never shared any of my stories before. I'm hardly a wordsmith though I pretend to be one on the internet. After several months of waffling, I decided "what difference would it make?" I could keep it to myself where no one else would read it, or I could share it and maybe find someone else who might enjoy it. There was very little risk short of the wrath of the internet. Keyboard warriors are never shy about sharing their displeasure of things they don't like.

I guess, at this point in my life, I'm too old to care. (Don't ask my age!)

So, if you've made it this far, let me add my shameless plug. If any of this sounds interesting to you, you can find my story here.

Please enjoy, and here's to hoping we get something official.

#mako #legend of korra #legend of korra mako #mako fanfiction #legend of korra fanfic #Mako fanfic

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murasaki-cha · 1 year

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Description:

“I just had to be a keyboard warrior…! I read a sucky novel and wrote a scathing online review only to then find myself in the body of the story’s most despicable side character”

Me: SHEN YUAN BRO IS THAT YOU???!!

The description is about this

#shen yuan #shen qingqiu #svsss #scum villain #manhua

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bits-o-stardust · 1 year

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Novel Recommendation: Your Scandals Are Way Cuter Than You 你的黑料比本人可爱 (80 Chapters + Completed) (Spoiler-Free)

Talking smack evolved into a sport, a passion, a way of confession - that is the essence of this novel. Otherwise known as, two celebrities, one famous, the other infamous, bicker their way into a romance.

For all danmei readers out there, I can testify that this novel has taught me how to debate via the power of question marks and reaction images AND has fed me enough sugar for weeks on end.

Now let me artbait you～

Firstly, the MC (Jiang Ying) is celebrity who trolls himself and other people -- no one escapes his powerful skills as a keyboard warrior.

The ML (Qi Zhu) is a talented actor that is constantly defending himself from Jiang Ying's trolling.

The whole internet thinks their relationship is like cats and dogs, their fans tear into each other like vultures - but in fact, these two people were desk mates , childhood friends, and last but not least, they have big ships on QQ (yes).

Embark on a great adventure of trolling, acting and realizing that love is just around the corner! This novel has well rounded characters with interesting interactions, an easy to follow and grounded plot, tidbits of your favourite entertainment novel tropes and a lot of second-hand embarrassment. Every chapter, there is always sugar to be eaten, and a happy dose of bickering :)) also crabs make a special showcase if you like crabs.

When reading this novel, prepare yourself an isolated location just in case you burst out laughing and make others think you've gone crazy. (True experience unfortunately)

Link for those who wish to read:

If I say too much it'll spoil the fun. Fight on and have fun reading~

#danmei #chinese novel #novel #novel recommendation #chinese bl

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The Ethical Choice: Sustainable Electronics That Do Good

Salutations, eco-warriors and tech aficionados! From clunky mobile phones in the ’90s to sleek, multipurpose handsets today, technology has advanced rapidly. Sustainable Electronics are needed as devices improve. In this blog article, we’ll go into the realm of environmentally friendly and exciting materials used in tech devices and examine how they’re revolutionising the industry.

The Critical Need for Sustainable Electronics

Let’s start with this stark reality: the world is being overtaken by technology. It is necessary for work, pleasure, and pretty much everything in between. There is no denying the environmental consequence of our overwhelming dependence on electronic items. A few of the problems that need to be addressed include the mountains of electronic trash, industrial pollution, and resource exploitation. Let’s talk about Sustainable Electronics!

Introducing the Sustainability Heroes

The search for greener technologies has created new heroes: sustainable materials. Materials that decrease carbon footprint, waste, and preserve the earth. A few notable examples:

Bamboo: This simple grass is ecologically brilliant. Bamboo is water-efficient, fast-growing, and adaptable. Phone covers, speakers, and keyboards utilize it to give them an eco-friendly look.

Recycled Plastics: It’s easier than ever to literally turn rubbish into treasure. Recycled plastics are being used by tech businesses more often to make robust, useful items. This saves electricity in addition to cutting down on plastic trash.

Bioplastics: Corn and sugarcane are renewable substrates. Due to their biodegradability and reduced carbon impact, they are an excellent substitute for conventional plastics. Soon, additional the phone covers and accessories made of bioplastic should be available.

The Revolution of Environmentally Friendly Devices

Now that we are familiar with the materials, let’s see how they are transforming our beloved devices.

Smartphones: The slick designs and brilliant displays of smartphones sometimes conceal a dark side: they’re not particularly eco-friendly. However, businesses are beginning to alter because of sustainable materials. Phones made of bamboo, recyclable plastic, and even organic materials are now readily available.

Computers and laptops: These industry titans are infamous for their resource-intensive production methods. Sustainable manufacturers are using recycled aluminum to reduce the carbon impact of your everyday electronics.

Smartwatches and fitness trackers are sweeping the globe. Many have recyclable straps and solar-powered batteries. Reduces wastage and guarantees you won’t run without drink on your early-morning run.

The Revamp of Packaging

It’s not just about the contents of the box; the box itself matters. Tech businesses are using eco-friendly package designs. Eco-friendly printing inks and waste reduction are driving the emergence of sustainable packaging materials. To reduce unnecessary packing, a lot of businesses are now using minimalist designs. It benefits both the environment and your storage capacity.

The Advantages of a Green Environment

Green Initiatives in Technology

Aside from being a nice gesture, using sustainable materials in tech goods provides real advantages for all of us:

Minimize Waste and Reduced Environmental Impact: Tech firms may minimize waste and decrease their energy usage and carbon footprint by choosing Sustainable Electronics. Consequently, this leads to a healthier Earth.

Healthier Products: Made from sustainable materials, your devices are safer for the environment and for you since they often contain less dangerous chemicals. No more unfavorable chemicals seeping into the ground or soil!

Innovation & Creativity: Adopting a sustainable approach has forced IT businesses to be more inventive. Our devices grow even cooler as a result of their continuous development of novel and fascinating materials. A laptop with a pineapple casing or a phone fashioned from coffee grinds would be appealing to many people.

The Prospects of Eco-Friendly Materials

Sustainable Electronics seems to have a bright future. The demand for eco-friendly devices is rising along with awareness of environmental challenges. It’s reasonable to assume that additional businesses will follow suit and develop novel, eco-friendly materials. A few intriguing developments that are only a few years away include solar-powered gadgets, materials that can mend themselves, and biodegradable technologies.

The Influence of Customer Option

The really exciting part is that we, as customers, have the ability to spearhead this long-lasting digital revolution. We make it very evident to IT businesses that we care about the environment by selecting goods made of Sustainable Electronics. Thus, when you’re in the market for a new device, think about its environmental credentials for a minute.

Final Words

To sum up, Sustainable Electronics are not only trendy; they are essential in technological goods. They minimize our influence on the environment, provide a lifeline to our world, and provide more inventive, healthier technology. It is up to us to make the proper decisions when the future of technology seems more environmentally friendly. So, one device at a time, let’s embrace sustainability in technology and contribute to the answer.

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🚀 Decoding Elon Musk's Unbelievable Success Secrets!

Musk: The Quirky Space Cowboy 🚀 Elon Musk, the real-life mad scientist and rich dude extraordinaire, is like the modern-day version of Ozymandias – just without the ancient ruins and desolate wastelands, and with way more Twitter followers. This guy is like the king of the nerds, ruling over a kingdom of electric cars, reusable rockets, and memes that sometimes make even less sense than his grand plans. Picture this: one moment he's dancing like no one's watching (but everyone is) at a Tesla event, and the next he's launching a car into space like it's just another Wednesday. He's so rich that his net worth could buy you a whole fleet of Teslas, yet he tweets like he's just discovered the internet. Elon's CV reads like a superhero origin story. He's the CEO of not one, but two major companies. He owned the social media platform that birthed keyboard warriors, and oh, by the way, Marvel used his swag to craft Tony Stark. Talk about goals! Remember when Elon first sashayed onto the scene? He had this epic to-do list: end climate change, make Mars a vacation destination, unravel the mysteries of the universe using AI, and maybe just save humanity in his spare time. No biggie. For years, Musk's fan club treated his plans like gospel truth. Sure, he hadn't taken anyone to Mars yet, but he did make rockets that are basically the Energizer bunnies of space travel. And let's not forget how he jump-started the electric car scene – he basically made electric cars cool, like James Dean for the environmentally conscious. To decode the enigma that is Musk, we turn to Talulah Riley's book – not because Musk was her second and third husband (seriously, that's more commitment than I have to finishing a bag of chips), but because her romance novel Acts of Love sounds suspiciously like Elon's life. It's all about a misandrist writer who falls for a biotech billionaire on a mission to save the world. Sound familiar? Musk's public image is like his secret sauce. Back in the day, he was as socially awkward as a penguin at a disco. He even worried he wasn't as glamorous as the competition. But this dude turned things around – he morphed from "Shai Agassi, Founder of Glamour" to "Elon Musk, Lord of the Universe." Elon's social ascent was like a rocket launch. He needed people to know him to buy rocket parts, so he decided to become Mars' number one hype man. It worked, and suddenly everyone was like, "Hey, there's that dude who's all about Mars!" Then came the infamous year of 2018 – Musk called someone a "pedo guy," smoked weed on a podcast, and tweeted that he had "funding secured" to take Tesla private. Whoopsie daisy! Lawsuits rained down like confetti at a New Year's Eve party. But wait, there's more! In 2020, Musk said, "To hell with nice," and ditched his PR team. Now he's the press release king, and his favorite email response? The poop emoji. I kid you not. You know how they say a new Musk scandal a day keeps the actual news away? Well, it's kind of true. With a Musk controversy buffet, it's hard to focus on just one serving. It's like trying to pick a favorite ice cream flavor at Ben & Jerry's – you end up with brain freeze and no answers. So, is Musk a bad boss or are his employees just slackers? Acts of Love's Radley Blake could clear this up. Radley's a control freak who only fires people who don't give "maximum effort." His employees are so motivated they don't even need Red Bull to sprout wings. But in real life, Musk isn't exactly the "Employee of the Month" poster child. People report him stomping through Tesla factories, red-faced and firing folks like it's a carnival game. One executive said they had to stoop in meetings to seem smaller than Musk – like they were at a toddler tea party. And don't even get me started on workplace safety. Tesla factories were apparently more dangerous than your grandma's staircase in a haunted house. Musk's dislike for the color yellow (yellow tape, yellow paint) led to some questionable safety practices – it's like he's running a risk assessment in a Tim Burton movie. But Musk is a romantic hero in his own right. He's got a tragic past and a longing for love. Childhood bullies, check. Troubled relationship with his dad, check. He's like a wounded bird in a billionaire's body. No wonder he's looking for someone to save him from all that money. The dude's been married more times than I've accidentally sent screenshots to the wrong person. He's got enough kids to start a soccer team, and he's probably planning to send them to Mars for summer vacation. But hey, at least he's not alone, right? He's got Twitter, his second favorite significant other. So there you have it – Elon Musk, the eccentric entrepreneur who turned himself into the star of his own romantic novel. One minute he's making rockets, the next he's tweeting like a kid who just found out they can use their teacher's chalkboard. Will he save the world? Maybe. Will he keep us entertained? Absolutely. 🚀🎉# Musk: The Quirky Space Cowboy 🚀 Elon Musk, the real-life mad scientist and rich dude extraordinaire, is like the modern-day version of Ozymandias – just without the ancient ruins and desolate wastelands, and with way more Twitter followers. This guy is like the king of the nerds, ruling over a kingdom of electric cars, reusable rockets, and memes that sometimes make even less sense than his grand plans. Picture this: one moment he's dancing like no one's watching (but everyone is) at a Tesla event, and the next he's launching a car into space like it's just another Wednesday. He's so rich that his net worth could buy you a whole fleet of Teslas, yet he tweets like he's just discovered the internet. Elon's CV reads like a superhero origin story. He's the CEO of not one, but two major companies. He owned the social media platform that birthed keyboard warriors, and oh, by the way, Marvel used his swag to craft Tony Stark. Talk about goals! Remember when Elon first sashayed onto the scene? He had this epic to-do list: end climate change, make Mars a vacation destination, unravel the mysteries of the universe using AI, and maybe just save humanity in his spare time. No biggie. For years, Musk's fan club treated his plans like gospel truth. Sure, he hadn't taken anyone to Mars yet, but he did make rockets that are basically the Energizer bunnies of space travel. And let's not forget how he jump-started the electric car scene – he basically made electric cars cool, like James Dean for the environmentally conscious. To decode the enigma that is Musk, we turn to Talulah Riley's book – not because Musk was her second and third husband (seriously, that's more commitment than I have to finishing a bag of chips), but because her romance novel Acts of Love sounds suspiciously like Elon's life. It's all about a misandrist writer who falls for a biotech billionaire on a mission to save the world. Sound familiar? Musk's public image is like his secret sauce. Back in the day, he was as socially awkward as a penguin at a disco. He even worried he wasn't as glamorous as the competition. But this dude turned things around – he morphed from "Shai Agassi, Founder of Glamour" to "Elon Musk, Lord of the Universe." Elon's social ascent was like a rocket launch. He needed people to know him to buy rocket parts, so he decided to become Mars' number one hype man. It worked, and suddenly everyone was like, "Hey, there's that dude who's all about Mars!" Then came the infamous year of 2018 – Musk called someone a "pedo guy," smoked weed on a podcast, and tweeted that he had "funding secured" to take Tesla private. Whoopsie daisy! Lawsuits rained down like confetti at a New Year's Eve party. But wait, there's more! In 2020, Musk said, "To hell with nice," and ditched his PR team. Now he's the press release king, and his favorite email response? The poop emoji. I kid you not. You know how they say a new Musk scandal a day keeps the actual news away? Well, it's kind of true. With a Musk controversy buffet, it's hard to focus on just one serving. It's like trying to pick a favorite ice cream flavor at Ben & Jerry's – you end up with brain freeze and no answers. So, is Musk a bad boss or are his employees just slackers? Acts of Love's Radley Blake could clear this up. Radley's a control freak who only fires people who don't give "maximum effort." His employees are so motivated they don't even need Red Bull to sprout wings. But in real life, Musk isn't exactly the "Employee of the Month" poster child. People report him stomping through Tesla factories, red-faced and firing folks like it's a carnival game. One executive said they had to stoop in meetings to seem smaller than Musk – like they were at a toddler tea party. And don't even get me started on workplace safety. Tesla factories were apparently more dangerous than your grandma's staircase in a haunted house. Musk's dislike for the color yellow (yellow tape, yellow paint) led to some questionable safety practices – it's like he's running a risk assessment in a Tim Burton movie. But Musk is a romantic hero in his own right. He's got a tragic past and a longing for love. Childhood bullies, check. Troubled relationship with his dad, check. He's like a wounded bird in a billionaire's body. No wonder he's looking for someone to save him from all that money. The dude's been married more times than I've accidentally sent screenshots to the wrong person. He's got enough kids to start a soccer team, and he's probably planning to send them to Mars for summer vacation. But hey, at least he's not alone, right? He's got Twitter, his second favorite significant other. So there you have it – Elon Musk, the eccentric entrepreneur who turned himself into the star of his own romantic novel. One minute he's making rockets, the next he's tweeting like a kid who just found out they can use their teacher's chalkboard. Will he save the world? Maybe. Will he keep us entertained? Absolutely. 🚀🎉 Read the full article

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What are 15-minute cities? The truth about the plans popping up from Oxford all the way to Melbourne 15-minute cities have been introduced in Paris and Copenhagen to wide-ranging success. MICHELE THEIL 14 Feb 2023

Many residents in Oxford already cycle or walk to get around. (Image: James Coleman/Unsplash) You’d think the end of lockdowns would also put an end to the Covid conspiracy theorists intent on finding a fascist-communist coup in every public health briefing. But now the keyboard warriors have settled on a new target: 15-minute cities. The idea is simple and the name is novel but the concept is…

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Wednesday Wisdom: Selected Books of This Week!

In this year we celebrate International Women’s Day by picking out favorite books by or about inspiring women. The book serves as a cautionary tale and WhatsOn has listed some excellent books this week. We have put together a short list of some recommended book which you may love to read. How To Be A Woman Online Surviving Abuse and Harassment, And How To Fight Back by Nina Jankowicz In this book Jankowicz has some particular chapters about how to manage your online safety, and write about the hate, sexual abuse and general trolling that she has been received. In this book she illustrate that online world is deeply toxic and sometime invariably misogynistic place. While there may be some keyboard warriors, there are far more trolls and revengeful people, generally men, disparaging and attacking women. In this book Nina Jankowicz gives advice and concise steps on actions women on the internet can take to protect themselves and to be safe online. Jo Van Gogh- Bonger: The Woman Who Made Vincent Famous by Hans Luijten Luijten, who is a senior researcher at Amsterdam’s Van Gogh Museum, has written highly about her. In his latest book Luijten draws on a huge array of surprising first- hand source materials such as diaries and letters. This book was translated by Lynn Richards, the book is a reachable, extremely researched and vital record of van Gogh- Bongers remarkable life, which charts her childhood and early life, through to her marriage and motherhood. This book covered the time when she was a single parent to the young Vincent and her determination to serve her family and the Art world. Weibo Feminism: Expression, Activism and Social Media in China by Aviva Xue and Kate Rose “Weibo feminism is the first book to explain in depth the connections and forms of resistance that feminist activists in China are making in online spaces despite increasing crackdowns on free speech and public expression”. Authors survey many forms of contemporary Feminism in China, from campaigns against sexual harassment and domestic violence. This book includes a case study on female front line medical staff that have come up on social media in the wake of the COVID-19 pandemic. By this case study Aviva and kate shown us women’s ability to balance dual responsivities. ‘It Starts With Us’ by Colleen Hoover After the massive success of Colleen Hoover’s 2016 novel ‘It Ends With Us’ she is back with its sequel! Titled ‘It Starts with Us’, this novel released in October 2022 and it immediately topped the bestsellers chart. Hoover ended the first story with Lily and her newborn baby and now 6 years after that, there is finally some conclusion for fans with sequel It Stars With Us. The novel is divided into 37 chapters that alternatively show Lily and Atlas’ viewpoint. Having not spoken in two years, Lily and Atlas confront each other. Ryle and Lily are currently divorced and co-parenting pleasantly. Meanwhile, Lily and Atlas both hope for their friendship to grow into something more. Even though Lily is now separated, she is not completely free from Ryle. So she slowly and steadily tried to reconstruct her relation with Atlas and her daughter while keeping it under wraps from others. It Starts With Us is a ray of hope for women who have been victims of domestic violence. This story tells them that they also deserve happiness in their lives. It tells them that in a world full of people like Ryle, there are also people like Atlas. Read the full article

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Cold winter: The children of Hurin

THE CHILDREN OF HURIN

Category: Tolkien’s Legendarium

The Children of Hurin is the name of a group of Men (as in humans) from the First Age of Middle-Earth, and their story is still remembered as one of the greatest human tragedies of this era. (Note, there are LOTS of accents on the names I will spell out that I cannot actually recreate with my computer keyboard. So know that this post will be accent-less, and please check for the actual orthography of the names elsewhere.

WARNING! SPOILERS FOR THE “Children of Hurin” NOVEL! IF YOU WANT TO READ THE NOVEL DO NOT GO FURTHER!

There was once a man named Hurin – a man who was the greatest warrior and hero of all the Men or Middle-Earth. His father fell fighting Morgoth, the corrupted Valar and first of the Dark Lords ; and Hurin took on his battle. He and his brother Huor, fought bravely against the Orc armies of Morgoth – but Huor was killed, and Hurin bound by Gothmog, Lord of the Balrogs, before being brought to Morgoth’s fortress, Angband. And there Morgoth interrogated, tortured and tempted Hurin in many ways – for Hurin knew a secret Morgoth sought. He knew the location of Gondolin, a secret elven kingdom that had escaped Morgoth’s knowledge for centuries and centuries – but Hurin, brave until the end, refused to betray the secret realm to the Dark Lord. In return, Morgoth laid a curse on Hurin’s descendants, ensuring that evil things would constantly befall them; and he bound Hurin on a high mountain peak before casting a spell on him, making sure he would see and hear all of the misfortunes and tragedies of his descendants – the Children of Hurin.

Hurin had a son, Turin. His father went to battle against Morgoth when he was eight, and after his father’s imprisonment his mother, Morwen, hid him away in another secret elven realm protected from Morgoth, Doriath – but where Gondolin was hidden by hostile mountains, Doriath was protected by a magical wall placed by its magical queen, Melian (the magical barrier itself is known as the Girdle of Melian). There, the elf king of Doriath, Thingol, adopted Turin as his foster-son, for he knew and admired Hurin’s heroism. Being taught elven-lore and the arts of battle, he also regularly had news from his mother, who stayed in their homeland and gave birth to a daughter, Turin’s sister Niënor. On his twentieth year, Turin ends up causing by accident the death of one of Thingol’s counsellor – and despite his friends advise to just confess and admit whatever punishment will fall on him, Turin, fearing too much imprisonment, decides to exile himself from Doriath. Too bad for him: Thingol, upon learning of the matter, promptly pardons Turin, knowing it was an accidental murder ; and Turin’s best friend, the elf Beleg, promptly leaves Doriath to search out Turin and bring him back.

Turin, in the wilds, promptly joins a band of outlaws and become their leader by killing the previous chief of the band. After some times Beleg finds the outlaws, who promptly imprison and question brutally the elf – when Turin sees who he is, he promptly frees his friend and realizes with some horror how the outlaws made him took cruel and vicious habits. Despite Beleg informing him of the pardon, Turin refuses to return to Doriath, and wants to keep on travelling – ultimately, after a brief return to Doriath, Beleg decides to join Turin too. Turin and his men capture a Dwarf named Mim, and to save his life the Dwarf agrees to share his mountainous dwelling with the men. However, disliking this forced cohabitation (and also greatly disliking the elf presence of Beleg), Mim ends up betraying the group by leadings orcs to the dwelling. All are killed, except Beleg (who is left chained to a rock) and Turin, who is to be taken to Angband. Beleg however frees himself from his chain, finds an ally in another elf named Gwindor, and the two promptly rescue a deep-asleep Turin from the orcs’ camp. As Beleg cuts the bonds of the sleeping Turin, his sword slips and wounds Turin – Turin, suddenly asleep in the middle of the dark night, mistakes Beleg for an orc and promptly kills him. When a lightning reveals to him Beleg’s face, Turin becomes mad with fury and grief. The elf named Gwindor brings back Turin to his own elven realm, Nargothrond, an underground city. There Turin can restore himself. He gains the favors of Nargothrond’s king, Orodreth, becomes one of his chief counsellors, leads the elven armies into several victories against the orcs, and even gains the love of Orodreth’s daughter, Finduilas.

But unfortunately Morgoth’s curse still hangs over Turin… Mad with arrogance and hatred, Turin decides to not take any precautions to hide Nargothrond’s position and forces to Morgoth, and prepares a massive, large-scale attack against the Dark Lord, even building a specific bridge to allow the armies of Nargothrond to march out of the fortress… But this turns against them as Morgoth, hearing about this, sends an orc army that uses said bridge to invade Nargothrond and defeat its forces, taking as prisoners all those they do not kill. When Turin arrives to the battle, he instead encounters the leader of the orc army, a dragon named Glaurung, who uses its hypnotic abilities to convince Turin to go seek his mother and sister, instead of rescuing the prisoners. Arriving in his homeland, he discovers to his dismay that his mother and sister aren’t there anymore: years ago they went to Doriath in hope of finding back their son. Turin realizes that the dragon tricked him into letting the people of Nargothrond (among which is Finduilas) be taken away. When he finally finds back the army of orc captors it is too late: Finduilas was murdered.

Grieving once more an elf he loved, Turin lives among the House of Haleth (a group of humans who still resist Morgoth) under the name “Turambar”, “Master of Doom”. Meanwhile Niënor, who had heard in Doriath of the various feats and deeds of Turin, secretly sneaks among elf-riders leaving Doriath to go to Nargothrond (Turin’s last known location), in hope of finding back her brother… But all they find there is the dragon Glaurung, who made his home in the elf fortress. Glaurung manages to damage Niënor’s mind with his hypnotic abilities, wiping her memory to the point she cannot recall her own identity or how to speak any language. Getting lost in the woods after an orc attack, Niënor is found by Turambar, who brings her back among the Haleth folks. With time Niënor finds back the ability to speak, though she cannot recall her past life. She and Turambar fall in love and, ignoring their blood bond, eventually marry. As Niënor falls pregnant, Turambar decides to lead an attack on the dragon Glaurung, to end him once and for all: he manages to inflict to the dragon deadly wounds, but the burning blood of the beast knocks Turambar unconscious. Niënor arrives soon after and thinks Turambar is dead – and Glaurung, in his dying breath, breaks his forgetfulness spell before revealing to Niënor that her husband is her long-lost brother.

Horrified, Niënor throws herself off a cliff. When Turambar is awake, a companion of arms named Brandir informs him of the situation, but Turambar refuses to believe him. Convinced that Brandir is lying and caused Niënor’s death, he kills him in turn. But upon discovering that it was all true, Turambar kills himself with his own sword.

After this tragedy, Morgoth finally decided to release Hurin and let him return into the world, but now old, hopeless and broken. Hurin tries to return to Gondolin, the only place he knows to be safe and secure, by king Turgon refuses to open his realm to him – so Hurin cries in rage and curses Turgon, which unknowingly informs Morgoth’s spies of Gondolin location. Turgon later regretted his decision and tried to find back Hurin, to no avail. Hurin then went to the grave of his children, and found there his wife Morwen, that had been searching for her lost offspring for many years now. And as husband and wife find each other on their son and daughter’s graves, Morwen dies in the arms of Hurin… leaving him all alone.

More disasters and tragedies would befall Hurin, and cause the fall of the region known as Beleriand, but that is another story.

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“The Children of Hurin” is considered to be the third “great novel” of Tolkien, alongside “The Hobbit” and “The Lord of the Rings” – where the first is a children fantasy in the style of fairytales and the second an epic fantasy, the third rather embodies what would later be known as “dark fantasy”. And yet, “The Children of Hurin” is less known than the two previous works… This is probably because unlike the first two, this novel wasn’t published in Tolkien’s lifetime. Tolkien started writing the story in the 1910s, and revised it several times in his life, but never could finish or publish it – it was his son, Christopher Tolkien, who re-edited the different manuscripts in one full narrative and had it published in 2007. (Though before the story of Hurin and Turin was already known to Tolkien fans, as it had been described, retold or spread through fragments in Tolkien’s world-building texts, such as The Silmarillion or Unfinished Tales ; where it was “one of the first three stories of the First Age”, alongside the fall of Gondolin, and the love between Beren and Luthian).

As with previous works, Tolkien’s story of Turin, Niënor and their curse takes inspiration from various European mythologies and texts: not only does it seem to replay the tragedy of Sigmund from Norse mythology, and the relationship of Siegmund and Sieglinde from Wagner’s “Die Walküre” ; it also takes numerous elements from the legend of Oedipus, from Greek mythology, and also reuses parts of the Finnish epic The Kalevala, Turin being obviously inspired by the character of Kullervo.

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caustic-light · 1 year

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As someone that generally agrees with 90% of your bio/it also describes me, I have to say… dude please put down your phone and go touch grass. Maybe socialize. If you find the right people, all of this wall of text discourse shit is not necessary because most people are out there living their lives instead of wasting it being a keyboard warrior and/or armchair professor. The Tumblr discourse fad died 5 years ago. It’s time to grow up and move on.

I think you’re fundamentally misunderstanding why I write these wall of text posts. This advice is about 3 years late or so. I have touched grass and I have done it again and the second time was going on meds. If you find yesterday hard to look at, you would have not been able to stomach me a couple years ago. I actually used to use discourse as a mix of self harm and self medication. Adrenaline is a stimulant, but it’s one that fucks you up if you rely on it too much. I used to compulsively do this kind of response for people who I knew were arguing in bad faith all the time whenever someone commented something dumb under my posts.

Then I was forced to take some time away and while that still sometimes happens, it doesn’t really anymore. Yesterday was not that by the way. The reason I am doing these wall of text kind of responses is because sometimes it’s fun to do wall of text style responses. One of them arguably came a little close to the kind of patterns I wanna avoid, but I also reigned myself back in hard after that.

I am not doing this for brownie points. And I have had a bunch of people who responded to me who I didn’t respond back to because they offered me nothing interesting to say to them or think through. And by now I have also 100% lost interest in the conversation, so… unless someone throws something really novel/interesting at me I’m not gonna engage with it anymore.

I am getting overly wordy rn, sorry. My point is I actually got something out of the responses I wrote because imma be frank up to that point my only perspective of the topic was “it’s stolen art, fuck it” and through writing multiple walls of text I actually worked out my other issue with it, namely that I think it’s offering a really hollow promise that preys on the insecurity of the people it’s most attractive towards in a way that I can look at with good faith, as well as that it’s kind of shitty towards newbies who see it as a way to get into art easily and quickly.

I did not have that perspective before I wrote 200 bucks worth of words about it in a rush of good faith bitch-hood. So idk what to tell you, the grass is green. Plenty so. Not really, there is no green, it’s january and I live in the middle west of germany. There is no color at all, let alone green.

I find it very patronizing of you to assume I haven’t found the right people. I think I deserve a monopoly on being patronizing in my arguments. I’d rather you send me a “git gud, snub”.

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Can't believe that there's actually a real racist out there who simply rated all Chinese fan translation novels in NU a 1 star, or another racist who rated all Japanese fan translation novels with 1 star, as well as another homophobic dumbass who got a stick shoved in their ass who diligently check every single shounen ai or yaoi novels in NU, again to rate them 1 star.

Like, why??? Just why?? Even if I hate harem and I despise dogblood and makjang drama, in my normal logic, I wouldn't be so leisure to patiently give a negative rate to every single novels or manga/manhwa/manhua In one day, forget about doing it everyday at all. After all, can't I just use those wasteful time to read something I enjoy and make myself happy instead?

Did they have a sad life? Why are you so pitiful , young man or young girl?? Why did you have to spend your time and put your diligence into something that honestly, a vain and ridiculous action?

Was it to spite others? To make others feel annoyed so that they can feel happy? Ahh perhaps, it's indeed a happiness for others, a distorted and unhealthy satisfaction...

Then again...I realize, there's actually a lot of haters and keyboard warriors who constantly slandered and curse public figures diligently every day, as if their life depend on it.

Sometimes, even if I already know and understand, I just really can't believe such people with weird brain circuit actually exist.

#rants #novel update #yaoi #shounen ai #haters #homophobic

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I saw 39 and I couldn't choose between SpicyNoodles or SilkTea so pick whichever pairing calls out to you the most?

*Slams keyboard* yo we don't have enough silktea shipping up in this fandom and I'm STARVING for it!!

I actually have a Silktea fic in the works that happen to be a nurse back to health trope kind of fic. Soooo this may or may not end up getting recycled and used in it. We will see *shrugs*

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Cookie Tin Experiments

Rating: pg-13

“If you don’t rest, you won’t heal.” the deep baritone voice of warrior demon chided. Huntsman keeps his back turned to him and huffs.

"And if I followed your advice I would become one of your lazy lap pets" he bites out hobbling around with his bad leg and crutch. He was gritting his teeth through the pain, but the pain was good. It was easier to deal with compared to the soft touch and kind words that were so foreign to him.

He much preferred the pain and suffering. It was more familiar, easier to navigate compared to the uncharted territory that was Sandy.

He ignores the little disappointed sigh that the demon lets out, once again too soft for his kind, and instead continues his mission to find himself some food. He wants tea, damn the demon, and getting him addicted to the warm earthy flavor. And he wants those little cookies that he always served with it.

The one that came out of the bright blue tin and somehow always tasted better when Sandy gave them to him.

He finally spots the tin sitting atop the highest shelf. He tisks under his breath at his misfortune, reaching up and trying to balance on his toes of his one good leg.

He wobbles a sweat breaking out across his brow. Why was it so far up??? Some part of him thinks the Demon placed it there on purpose to torcher him.

Footsteps.

It makes him freeze and something akin to anticipation crawls its way up his spine. He knows Sandy is only walking towards him, but he feels like prey under a stalking warrior. A shadow casts over his body and a warm chest is pressed against his back.

He's forced against the counter gently as the body behind him reaches up for the tin of cookies.

Huntsman hopes they are too distracted to feel his heart racing in his chest.

He hates this. He hates how warm Sandy feels against his back, he hates how his heart won't fucking stop beating like an idiot, and he hates how incredibly and utterly safe he feels pressed up against this counter.

All too soon the warmth leaves him breathless and the tin of cookies is offered to him with a wide smile.

"Here you are~ tea goes great with these so I'll put on a kettle." The other was completely unaware of what state he's left Huntsman in.

"S-sure. Whatever!" The spider huffs ripping the tin open and shoving a cookie in his mouth hoping it was enough to finally get his heart to stop fluttering in his chest. His back had a lingering warmth that made him shudder.

He didn't know why this always happens around the blue demon. Maybe he still was afraid of them...He needed further experimentation to be certain.

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His first experiment started a day later in the same spot. 'needing' the cookie tin that was set on the top shelf. Huntsman made sure that Sandy was in the room, and made a big show of trying desperately to reach it.

As if on cue the gentle giant rose from his spot on the sofa and made his way over to the struggling spider demon.

Once again he had his stomach pushed to the counter, this time a large hand curls around his hip, steading him and sending electric currents up his spine at the contact. He would deny the little gasp that slipped past his fangs. the warm presence of Sandy is pressed up against his back. This time he focused on his heartbeat, the way the muscles felt solid against him, the gentle even breaths of their chest.

Huntsman focuses on all of it. Trying to pinpoint what part of this makes his own heart flutter frantically.

All too soon the tin can is pressed to his hands and Sandy only smiles at him, something shrewd and knowing under his beard that Huntsman didn't like.

"If you don't rest you won't heal." He reminds him again gently.

He huffs hobbling away without another word.

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The second experiment is tampered with before he even has a chance to try. The cookie tin is not in its normal spot. Set unassumingly down on the counter within arms reach.

Within Huntsman's reach.

He stares at the traitorous tin with all his eyes. How dare the tin be on the counter within reach. This ruins his experimentation. Damn that blue demon and his thoughtfulness, he probably was trying to make things easier for him unknowing that Huntsman was trying something.

"There a problem?" Sandy is beside him, the man sneaking up on him and making him jump. For his hulking figure, he was surprisingly stealthy.

"No." His words are stilted and he turns away from the cookie tin with a huff. Hobbling away feeling an embarrassed flush on his face. He felt like a child caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

He wobbles his way into the living area and he can hear the demon padding after him, following him like a worried puppy.

Huntsman stops in the middle of the living room and looks around. For anything, he could use as his experiment for the day. He spies the bookcase with a red-covered book on the top shelf.

Perfect.

He hobbles over to it and tries reaching for it, once again making a show of not being able to reach it.

Surprisingly Sandy doesn't move forward and Huntsman is left hanging. He feels like a child just learning to spin a web and no one there to help him.

Why wasn't Sandy helping him? Could the big oaf not see he needed the red book at the top of the shelf.

He whirls around with a snarl on his lip and finds that Sandy was indeed still there, just watching him struggle helplessly. There is a lazy smirk on the man's face and they cross their arms and raise an eyebrow at them.

Huntsman feels his face flush red.

He's being played with.

Sandy left that cookie tin out on purpose, and he was leaving him struggling on purpose, he wanted Huntsman to ask for help.

He growls making a little fist with his hands, he tucks his chin into his chest realizing he was going to have to ask for help if he wanted to continue this experimentation.

"C-can you-" He licks his lips trying to find the words and Sandy continues to wait with his arms crossed over his chest. Impossibly patient. If this was a test of wills the spider demon would surely fail.

"-get that book for me." He growls out past tight fangs. Sandy smiles and uncrosses his arms.

But what Huntsman didn't know is that he had made a mistake.

He's now facing Sandy as they approach, instead of his normal position with his back to them.

He finds himself back up against the bookcase, the shelves digging painfully into his back as Sandy looms over him. His eyes not once leaving Huntsman's.

His breath catches in his throat. His heart is beating ten times as fast compared to last time.

Once again that large hand finds his hip, the thumb rubbing deliciously over his hip bone. Their faces are just a few inches apart with Sandy looming over him.

It would only take a few inches to connect them. The smallest push.

A book is pressed to his chest and Huntsman doesn't even look at it. Transfixed and lost in the expression that Sandy was giving him that he couldn't name.

"Was this what you wanted?" They asked his voice in a husky tone and Huntsman feels that damn thumb continue its ministrations against his hip. It's damn distracting, as equally mind-numbing. It stutters his brain and some pathetic noise curls in the back of his neck as the only affirmation he can offer.

"You don't seem too certain. You sure?" the larger of the two tilts his head slightly again, that unknown expression raking him over like coals against skin. Suddenly he's not too certain Sandy is talking about the book.

All he can do is nod, not trusting his voice enough to speak properly.

Blue eyes look Huntsman over, studying him like a map. He finds what he was looking for, or maybe he didn't because he pulls away. He barely had enough time to catch the book pressed to his chest before it tumbles to the floor.

"Never took you as a romance novel type.~"

They tease, creating space and breathing room for Huntsman. The steadying hand never left his hip though.

He can't find it in himself to care.

He shakes the strang spell off him and scowls trying desperately to rein in his emotions or whatever the fuck this was.

"It's p-probably the only good book to read in your shitty yoga instruction book library." He snaps out and Sandy only chuckles knowingly.

He storms off with a book tucked under his arm and face matching the shade of the binding.

#thank you!!! I love doing this one #Silktea #silktea shipping #Sandy #writting prompt #prompt ask #monkie kid

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