#story: thaw

[cinamun]

Behind the Scenes

I have a general rule that when I'm working on a scene that uses a community lot, we change the lot type to generic and add deco sims. Too many times I've had randos show up bald and naked and I just don't need them problems. I didn't do that this time and kept the lot I found (on the gallery) as a nightclub and while only ONE rando was bald, her outfit was cute so I let her stay.

Let's talk about this mf tho

he came IN THE DOOR hatin. she is an ADULT Darren. AN ADULT so imma need you to

and stay out of her ADULT business. how tf you get to Selvadorada anyway? Aren't you supposed to be babysitting the grands with your wife?

Oh but then here HE comes...

And now I can't even really be mad at the homie Sean because he *DID* get ghosted and he *DOES* have a new nose to show off so, he got his little grind on or whatever and we just pretended like we didn't see him.

Until of course we saw the heffa who ghosted him

LIKE DIDN'T YOU JUST MURD... you know what....

#I guess her toes thawed out #I just..... #I just went ahead and left with Dira and Tre because this was too much #story stuff

[sixosix]

thawed readers im curious what do u think of rosalie

#shes the only major character oc in the story so i actually dont know how ppl feel ab her #LOL #606: THAWED

[myuntoldstory]

“Lily…”

He searches her eyes intensely, looking past the declarations, the humour, trying to see the root. Lily keeps her gaze steady, not looking away, leaving herself open and trusting him to see. And he does. Of course. Recognition lights up his face, followed by a myriad of other things: shock, confusion, anger…

He opens his mouth. And her gaze turns pleading, determined. He hesitates, leaning back slightly, disagreement still clear in his face. But eventually it crumbles to resignation, to acceptance. His face falls altogether and a shine takes on his eyes, and she sees a slight tremble on his bottom lip. She grips his hand. He grips back. He musters a smile.

“After.” He promises.

She beams, corners of her eyes wet. “Yeah, after.”

“I’ll propose the shit out of you.”

She laughs, sniffling. “What does that even mean?”

His smile becomes more natural, more himself. “Just prepare yourself.”

“I look forward to it.”

— “coffee makes and shower meets”

#jily #jily fanfic #mus snippets #i was up like 5am #finishing up a thing #and i finally finished #and this fic just zoomed in my brain #demanding to be written #so i wrote this while waiting for the bus lol #one-shot prequel-ish to your love thawed out #i have so many stories i wanna write #and lined up for that universe #and so little time wtf #anyway #this is my accountability check #have a great day! #ps this isnt the best #i will edit and write properly of course

[nxght-shxft]

thaw lore via shitty doodle

#the house always wins (thaw) #danny (thaw) #sloane (thaw) #oc art #doodle #non fandom ocs #non fandom oc #ocs #oc #my oc #my ocs #personal oc #personal ocs #personal story #art #my art

[patrice-bergerons]

Morseverse is so afraid of women who don't need men to live fulfilling lives it's mind boggling sometimes.

If they are lucky enough to be main characters, these women are either eventually subdued (a la Joan into a traditional marriage) or at least romantically left paired off and pregnant with a good old man (Laura) and woe betide them if they are minor characters because then they get viciously punished for their sins (the prof from Lewis: generation of vipers) or turn out to be freaks driven to murder by their repressed desire for men all along (the prof from Lewis: old, unhappy, far off things).

Like it's a good thing this verse has such compelling relationships between the male leads because otherwise I'd be throwing hands on the regular (ง'̀-'́)ง

#itv endeavour #itv lewis #morseverse #it's so frustrating #also dorothea is the one shining exception but she IS abigal thaw #even trewlove's story had to at some level be about fancy ya know? #also nothing wrong with getting pregnant etc. but i do think of what my ap lit teacher used to say #which is that while male characters go off to do all sorts of things at a storys end #women are either killed or married and expecting #narratively speaking - subdued #and dont get me started on joan 😤

[mieczyhale]

if y'all fuckers who think bucky barnes is a villain wanna see a villain so bad i'd be more than happy to show you one : )

#if you're gonna be so fucking ignorant #so cold hearted and stupider than shit #you're part of my villain origin story #maybe leave the tortured man alone - the one trying to recover from 70 years of unimaginable pain and horror and violation- #he didnt sign up for that shit. he was experimented on by zola while he was a prisoner. he was given the serum against his will #and everything that happened to him after his fall from the train?? he didnt fucking want that or ask for that either #that grabbed him at a point where a normal person would've been dead. he's fallen into a goddamn ravine #his arm was aleady fucked. he wasnt a that aware of his surroundings #its not like he waltzed up to the nearest hydra base and offered his fucking services #they captured him. again. they operated on him. tortured him. brainwashed him - and that's JUST what we saw on screen. for 70 fucking years #and through the years he's frozen #again and again and again #ive seen sympathy for steve being frozen for 70 years - sympathy that is absolutely deserved yes. but where's the sympathy for the main who #had to experience being frozen and thawed and refrozen?? being frozen - thawed - electrocuted - brainwashed - told to do something he cant #NOT do because he isnt fucking there. he's not aware and he's not himself and if for a moment he was and e tried to say 'no'?? how fucking #well do you think that would've gone?? so he's forced to kill and as soon as they're done with him he's frozen all over again. where the #fuck is the sympathy for him?? people who hate bucky - who call him a villain - have none to spare for him bc he was forced to kill their #blorbos parents over 20 years ago. get the fuck out of here #maison speaks #and vents apparently

[cuartist]

really excited to touch up the pages at the end of this chapter, but have to get through the more annoying ones first.

also need to make sure i have enough fuel before getting too in the zone!! frustrating

#i think i will make some tea bc that'll be nice now that it's getting chillier #but i don't wanna thaw the french toast in the freezer yet since i just finished the other half of it last night #:// could always do nachos but im not super in the mood for that unfortunately #art speaks #text #kind of want bean burger but idk that the buns i Have rn will be big enough #just wanna get thru these pages so i can get thru more story!!!! unfortunately i also want them to be as nice as i can currently make them #(to a certain extent) #once i get in the zone it should be smoothish sailing but currently... argh. #currently doing the drafts for ep 16 i have up till 18 like definitely done #ep 19 is like. mostly ready but im adding a chunk to the beginning of it that i haven't finished thumbnailing #and of the two eps im working on rn i've finished the updated drafts for...13.2/19 pages so. making progress #i just very much would like for more plot to be out there in the world #making progress!! but gosh comics are. so much.

[coleoffduty]

i hate when people try and pretend as though the greens aren't the villains/became the aggressors in the cycles that victimized them. like babe, let the generational trauma artistry shine in all its glory. aegon did not tuck his kids in and read them stories at bedtime and you know it.

#'we want well written villians' #uh how about they thaw out a bit #they have stories #let them cook

[blindrapture]

actually hang on, there was a fangame I found years ago that combined like all the Tony Hawk games into one package... I should look that up. and download it again. and play it.

#incidentally no i was not particularly *good* at tony hawk games. i could spam my way to a high score sometimes. #i think learning the mctwist was the most advanced i got. #i would play pro skater 3 and 4 with cheats and just explore. or make my neighborhood in the Park Creator. #and thug and thug 2... were my playground. ;w; #you can get off your board... and just like... walk around!!!! #'ohhhhh!!!' you say. 'thats the kind of gamer djay is!!! i see now!!!' #yeah!!!!! #thaw was the culmination of this joy for me because you could literally throw your board away and forgo the whole skateboarding thing #and just go walking in this interconnected california... as Some Dude.... #i would play through the stories just to get all the stages and then that's it. i got all i wanted. i got my playground. #come home from school. boot up thug 2. fuck around. #(by myself because i have been regularly and sporadically without friends.) #god.... yeah...... #so that's what Nostalgia feels like.....

[ifievertoldyou]

i think. i may have, in fact, been projecting on thaw!slime for his enneagram...

like. don't get me wrong, he's still totally a positive harmonic type, with how light he keeps things and how hard thaw!charlie tries to push away uncomfortable thoughts. but upon rereading the few chapters he's in i'm not really sure anymore if he's an e9...

e7s and e9s are both friendly and positive types, but e7s are slightly less averse to conflict and are more focused on the pursuit of excitement and fun, while e9s just want things to be peaceful/normal and are also less self-referencing.

while c!slime seems more other-referencing to me, i can't tell yet with thaw!slime. but he does certainly seem more confrontational that a lot of e9s are..

for now i am giving a hesitant lean towards him being an e7. but ofc nothing is set in stone. who knows? maybe i was originally right with him being a so9, or maybe he's another type and i'm misinterpreting things! i guess we'll have to wait and see for sure.

#thaw nation #personal #only i am unhinged enough to try and type a character who has only been in 2% of the story so far (i counted. it's more w/ charlie but yk) #enneagram

[kyofsonder]

Find the Word

I was tagged by both @saltysupercomputer and @crossroadcrow to find select sets of words in my WIPs and tag more people with my own words to keep the game going.

My Words: liquid, weather, line, plant, pin, sorrow, breeze, fall, justice, hug

I’ll tag @on-noon, @thatwitchrevan (I tried to find your writblr, but it didn’t come up so I’ll tag your main), @mr-writes, @hannahactuallywrites, @the-inkwell-variable, @writingpotato07, and as always anyone who wants to join in can use the folowing words and say I tagged them!

Your Words: pressure, patient/patience, expectation, seldom, familiar

The excerpts are under the cut as usual, so nobody has to scroll endlessly -- especially since I went overboard on these excerpts.

I found liquid in my novel WIP “To Be Honest”, in a scene that mentions blood and (magic-related) self injury:

Without sparing a second more to think, he brings the knife down on his arm at whatever angle fate decides. If he's lucky, it won't catch any major arteries and he'll be able to bandage himself up later. If he's not... Micah ignores the thought and focuses on the feeling of blood in his own veins. The flow of it through his muscles. The pressure of it against his every atom, heavy with a substance that feels like contradiction itself melted into liquid form. Warmth, cold, weight, lightness, both the smoothness of a river and the sharpness of broken glass, painful and absolutely painless. Focusing on the sensation of magic always makes him nauseous, and he has to grit his teeth against the feeling. A little more. Imagine its extremes as a scale. Push the scale in the desired direction. The foundation of unstructured spellcasting, just like his mother had taught both him and David in childhood. Just like he and David had taught Asher, not long after.

I found weather in my dream journal, full of subconscious stories I plan to eventually rewrite into intentionally original works, specifically in a dream about a pyschic shapeshifter named Sophia and her variously psychic friends:

Only a few people on the baseball team really take notice of the newcomer, each for different reasons. He's a bald, fairly round person who looks like he should be doing judo or sumo professionally. He even has a scowling expression most of the time, whether he means to or not. He's a kind person, but he's not warm or cuddly by any means -- still, I'll call him Teddy. He prefers Ted. What Sophia, Mindy, and (somehow) Sam notice about Ted, however, is the fact that he has psychic powers. After a day or two, he even reaches out to Sophia telepathically. I don't remember what it is they talk about, but it feels disconnected from the sense of tension that's rising for the psychics in this school. The weather itself changes. Now, the afternoons they spend at this school are heavy with rain clouds or even wet with actual rain itself. The sun doesn't make an appearance anymore.

Life goes on like this for awhile. Sophia, Mindy, Sam, and Teddy talk about psychic things between club activities. Sophia and Sam act like an innocent high school couple. Things are fine. Ominous, but fine.

I found line in several of my WIPs, including my novel WIP “Apricots”:

He's known for years that Noah has a hard time explaining things, that words are difficult for him in more or less the opposite way that they're difficult for Kade, but right now he doesn't have the patience to wait for this scattered man to put his thoughts together. Ian will force them into something coherent if he has to, something he can actually understand. "You're dropping names I've never heard like I have any idea who they are, you're getting overexcited like you always do, and you just casually mentioned someone is actively trying to kill you? You can't just... assume I still get what you're talking about when you suddenly veer of like that! I'm not a mind reader! I'm not --" he stops himself, knowing what he'd been about to say but not wanting to say it even in his own head. It feels like a line he can't cross. Comparing himself to someone who isn't here to defend herself. Using Noah's own grief as a weapon against him. This isn't supposed to be an argument. Just a conversation.

I found plant in my short story WIP “Kiyo”:

I name the vines anyway, like the healthy living articles say you should to get the most out of raising a plant. To make that illusion of having a friend around feel more real. I call her Kiyo. It doesn't mean anything as far as I know. It's just a couple of syllables I can say out loud so it feels less like I'm talking to myself. A simple name for a simple plant. I only choose it because I like how it feels to say, so it's not like I'm putting any grand hopes into it either. No extra expectations. It's there to give her some personality. That's all. Though I have to admit, somehow it feels like she has personality even before I start using a name for her. She's alive, and there are times when I look at her and I can feel a sense of warmth that reminds me I'm the same.

I couldn’t find pin, so here’s a fun fact related to the earlier “To Be Honest” excerpt with a lot of blood mentions:

I’ve said it in tags before, but the way Micah uses magic in that excerpt is a last resort for bloodline/circle witches like him. While magic is stored in his blood, using it without some sort of focusing tool is extremely unpredictable and imprecise. It’s the equivalent of trying to perform surgery with a machete. It’s made to cut into things, but it’s not made for fine incisions or careful movements. It’s also extremely dangerous, since a witch that just tears the magic out of their own body is using more blood than they strictly need and risks bleeding out.

Every bloodline avoids this inefficiency and danger in a different way, and makes sure to teach each new generation their methods – even if they’re kept secret from everyone outside their circle of influence. Kilner witches both tend to process their blood into ink and write their spells out as words on paper – which they then burn so nobody can copy their work. Page and Barker witches tend to engrave their spells into wood or metal and then stain or etch the engravings with their blood. Both Jasper and Porter witches tend to make potions, mixing their blood with other ingredients that have significance to their respective bloodlines.Renner witches like Micah tend to turn their blood into paint and craft decks of spellcasting cards. Micah himself is trying to learn the Shepherd way of sewing and embroidering spells into cloth, using needles and yarn doused in witch blood to make enchanted clothes and accessories. There are as many ways to use bloodline magic as there are bloodline witch families/groups/factions that use said methods, but only a handful of them are shared with the general public or used to make enchanted items that even non-magical people can operate. The only thing commonly taught to everyone equally, no matter which circle they belong to, is the danger of doing what Micah does in that scene.

I found sorrow in a rough WIP of a song I’ve been trying to write for the world of Ryedenne where (most of) my novel WIP “A Place to Return” takes place – a folk song warning newly recruited mercenaries and would-be heroes not to fight victims of a certain rage-inducing curse:

Hear the Crows, bound in shackles, cry out

In their rage, Ryedenne's pain, Summer's sorrow.

Some try in cover of darkness to drive them out,

Yet such souls never live 'til the morrow.

If Saints are troubled by the troubles of Crows --

These cursed creatures they barely contain --

Then for mortals who'd call themselves heroes,

What hope of victory could ever remain?

The might of the Crow is the might of the sun

That burns with the rage of the Gods.

A fight with a curse is a fight seldom won

by these challengers facing slim odds.

Hear the Crows, bound in shackles, cry out

In their rage, Ryedenne's pain, Summer's sorrow.

There's Crows who from darkness try to crawl out,

Yet such souls never see light on the morrow.

I found breeze in my shelved novel WIP “Rebirth”, that I apparently last tried to revive in 2018:

I’ve never seen so many stars in my life. It’s dizzying, trying to keep track of where their light ends and the darkness of the night sky actually begins. The trees bend and sway slightly in the soft breeze. Have I seen any of these stars before? Is that even possible? I let myself slip away just a bit, searching for familiar constellations or any markers that might spark my memory somehow. Connect me back to the past.

“Seriously? You’re gonna lecture me over this, too? You’re not our goddamn leader, Mal!” Justin’s voice stabs through the night like a needle through fabric. I sigh. The air is so clear here. The air smells of moss and the campfire below.

“I never said I wanted to lead. I wanted you to listen to common sense. You can talk about right and wrong all you want, but the consequences won’t go away. We’ve still got a target on our heads, because none of you city kids could stop and fucking think before you acted!” the usual calm in Mal’s tone splinters into a hiss at the end, harsh and strained between her teeth. I close my eyes and breathe. The stars spin slowly behind my eyelids, blinking like they’re trying to tell me something. None of them look familiar at all.

I found fall in my Given oneshot fic “Present Tense”:

He taps the body of the guitar again, humming absently as he does. He's not even sure if he's matching the music in his ears. It seems removed from that. From anyone else's songs. From any of his own songs he's already sung. The sound melts into the warm afternoon sunlight, and he gently lets himself fall over onto the cool surface of the stairwell. It's a good spot for a nap. Maybe if he sleeps, he won't think so loud. So much. About things he can't understand or figure out on his own. The last thing he sees as he drifts off to sleep is the set of double doors between the stairwell and the gym. Uenoyama-kun will probably be coming through those doors soon. Sleepily, he wonders if this will count as seeing something from a new angle, or if it cancels out because he's napped here before.

I found justice in my Danny Phantom oneshot fic “Lingering Scars”:

Maybe he's not all that violent in his soul, as a person, if a kid this kind was cloned from him. She's the hero side of him, at least when it comes to personal values. Her priorities are crystal clear. Protect others, stay safe, and don't do harm. The things he likes to think he values, too. The things it takes to be a hero of justice. She doesn't see herself as someone capable of killing, and he's relieved to hear her put that into words. She doesn't see him as someone who could kill, either. It would be natural to assume that he's seen ghosts die this way firsthand, that he's possibly even been the person to make it happen himself. His little sister doesn't even consider that his knowledge or experience comes from destroying the cores of his enemies. Not even for a second. She believes in him, and it hurts in a way that digs ice into the sides of his neck.

I found hug in “Present Tense” again:

"The only way I could stop being hollow is if I stopped being myself. If I was left in silence. I told you. I'm a keeper of memories. I'm the place where temporary things are given a chance at permanence, but I can't keep things that aren't given to me. I can't hold on to things if they're never put into my hands in the first place. I can take as many things as you give me, Mafuyu. Don't think that I won't try. I can hold every moment you ever want to be able to revisit, or hide from, or see from a different angle. I want you to trust me," they pull Mafuyu into a hug this time, gripping him as if reuniting with a long lost friend, and he can't help but to idly wonder if the time in their hands is falling out now -- dripping down his back, maybe, blue and silver and red and white in turns.

This got a little long, even by my usual standards, but I found almost all of the words I was given this time. As much as I enjoy writing fun facts, it’s satisfying when I actually find the words like the game intends. I’m looking forward to the next time I’m tagged again!

#writing #find the word #sonder stories #sonder snippets #bonus fact #the reason none of the stars are familiar #in the breeze excerpt #is because the characters have traveled to the future #they've been frozen for so many centuries #that by the time they were thawed #the stars had changed entirely #it's a recurring thing in the Rebirth story #or it was #before I shelved the story #since it tackled too many things #that I probably don't have the right to tackle #let alone the experience #also #that dream #it involved Sophia turning into a lobster #at which point Sam took her home #in a water bucket #reassuring her that even if she stayed stuck #he would still love her #I loved that scene

[raventroll80]

Thaw

The winter melting is a bit early this year and I just got some freezing rain last night and it’s nice out (for me at least) so here’s a little story about some kids, melting ice, and my big seasonal sprit Thaw.

School today had been canceled due to freezing rain which meant Jamie and his friends had the day off. He was getting his jacket and boots on when his mother called out to him.

“Remember to be careful Jamie! It’s slippery out!”

“Ok mom!” He replied before running out the door.

He jogged down the front steps and got on his bike and rode over to his friend Jacob’s house. When he got there Jacob and his other friends were already waiting for him on their bikes. Jamie waved as he pulled up.

“Hi Jacob, hey Roger, hi Lucy, what’s the plan for today?” He asked, getting off his bike.

We’re going to the park, and maybe check out the backwoods too,” Jacob replied before putting his helmet on.

Jamie got back on his bike and the group headed towards the park. When they got there they saw another group of kids were there too. As they got closer they saw that is was Josh and his group of friends.

“Great, Ben’s here…” Lucy said and they came to a stop at the top of the hill.

“And he brought his friends too,” Roger moaned.

Ben and his friends weren’t bullies but they were always getting into trouble and Jamie just didn’t want to deal with them today.

“C’mon let’s just go the the fort before they see us,” Jamie said as he turned his bike around.

“Yeah,” Jacob agreed and followed Jamie.

They took the long way to the fort to make sure that Ben and his gang didn’t follow them. When they got to the edge of the woods the four friends locked their bikes to a tree and started their trek into the woods. Jamie hadn’t even made ten steps before he slipped on the icy grass.

“Woah, are you ok?” Roger asked as Jamie got up.

“Yea I’m fine,” he replied while brushing himself off.

It wasn’t long before they got to the Fort. The Fort was a decent sized shack in the middle of the woods. Jamie’s grandfather helped Jamie and his friends build it. It was made of wood and old leftover shingles.

The group sat around and talked for a bit before Jacob asked “Hey do you guys want to go to the river tree?”

Jamie, Roger, and Lucy all agreed and the four began walking to the river. As they approached the river they could hear voices talking. Roger groaned in annoyance as Ben and his friends came into view.

“Oh hey guy! What brings you here?” Ben said as Jamie and co. approached.

“Nothing much, you?” Jacob replied somewhat annoyed.

“We were going to climb the tree in the river but the rocks are too icy,” Ben replied.

“Well there goes our plan,” Lucy remarked.

“Do you guys want to play capture the flag with us? You could be the other team!” One of Ben’s friends said, holding up two flags.

“Sure, why not,” Jamie said while Roger groaned again.

The two groups went over the rules and split up to set up their flags. Jamie and his friends had tied their flesh to an old fence post. Jamie and Lucy were on flag duty while Roger and Jacob were tasked with getting the other teams flag.

It had been some time since the game had started when Jamie saw someone out of the corner of his eye. He turned to look at the person when Lucy yelled and he was shoved out of the way as Ben ran off with the flag.

Jamie ran after Ben. He was about to catch up to him when Ben slipped on a rock. Jamie couldn’t stop in time and fell on top of Ben. In the commotion Ben had dropped the flag. The wind had caught the flag and blew it out onto the ice.

“Awe man,” Ben said as Lucy and his friend caught up to the two.

“Now what,” Ben’s friend said as the four stared at the flag as it sat there on the ice.

“I’ll get it,” Jamie said and began to walk out onto the ice.

“Be careful Jamie!” Lucy called as he continued to slowly approach the flag.

Jamie slowly made his way towards the flag, the ice cracking as he walked further and further out onto the ice.

He had made it to the flag and held it up to show the others that he had gotten it. He started to shuffle back to shore when Jamie slipped and the ice broke beneath him.

Jamie plunged into the cold river and the current began to drag him away. He could hear his friends yelling for help as they chased after him downriver. He was gasping for air as the river carried him further and further away from his friends.

The river had pulled Jamie under when he bumped into something, something big. Jamie then felt something grab him and lift him out of the frigid water. He felt a mild breeze blow over him as he gasped for air.

Jamie opened his eyes and saw a dark face with two white eyes staring back at him. Jamie screamed in surprise and fell back in the river. He felt the creature lift him back out of the river, this time with both hands.

The creature looked at Jamie with concern as he sputtered and coughed, the creature blew some air onto Jamie again in an attempt to dry him off.

As Jamie got his breathing under control he looked at the creature again, he could feel it breathing on him but it felt less like breathing and more like the wind in early spring.

Upon a second look it wasn’t as scary as he thought it was, it’s face was kind and was dark brown colour and it was covered in long thick white fur and reminded him of the cows his grandfather had. He also noticed wisps of steam were blowing off of it.

“Hello, I’m Jamie, what’s your name?” He asked.

The creature turned and blew a gust of wind onto the ice beside them causing it to melt.

“Melt?” Jamie asked which caused the creature to shake its head no.

The beast walked to the shore and set Jamie on the ground before blowing another gust of wind onto the frozen ground thawing it.

“So, it’s not Melt…” he said aloud, “uhhh, Thaw?”

Thaw nodded in confirmation.

“Jamie!”

Jamie hear his friends calling out for him and turned around to look. When he turned back around he saw Thaw disappearing into a cloud of steam as they walked away.

“Thank you Thaw!” He yelled as the last of Thaw disappeared from view.

“Jamie! Are you ok man?” Jacob asked as he ran up to Jamie.

“Yea, we heard that you fell into the river!” Roger said while catching his breath.

“I’m ok, just cold and wet,” Jamie replied.

“Who were you talking to?” Lucy asked.

“You’re not going to believe me but there was this massive creature that took me out of the river!” Jamie exclaimed.

“Yea, and I’m a hippopotamus,” Ben said sarcastically.

“It’s true they were right there!”

“Dude you fell into the river let’s just head back,” Jacob said.

“Yea, let’s go, I could go for some hot chocolate how about you guys?” Jamie replied.

“Hell yeah!” Ben exclaimed in excitement.

As the group left the river bank Jamie took one last look at the river to see Thaw wave at him before disappearing again. Jamie smiled and gave a small wave before catching up with the group.

#my writing #The Otherfolk #Otherfolk stories #Thaw beast #Hope y’all like this #this isn’t exactly g/t but if it comes off as it that’s fine by me #you might see these kiddos again #hopefully

[myuntoldstory]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love! ❤️

aw, thanks jayne! i appreciate you sending this. i'm a little embarrassed about this, lol, since self-promotion is not really my thing. anyway, here are the fics in post order (oldest to newest):

bitter, beloved, rebellious (3.9k words, one-shot, complete)

“Only call me Mary when it’s important. Then I’ll listen to only you.” As the war escalates, Sirius faces a future vastly different from the one he didn't mind living in.

commentary: this is a favourite of mine because it's one of the fics that made me teary while writing it. 50% is because it's macblack/blackdonald. the other 50% is made up of everything else i felt while writing it, like existential fear, grief, loss, mourning, all those good things. like, i distinctly remember thinking about this story while waiting for a bus. imagine getting teary-eyed while waiting for a bus, jesus christ lol.

lento con gran espressione (before the end) (2.6k words, one-shot, complete)

"This was what peace felt like, this quiet moment with nothing but the rain, tea, and both of them wrapped in each other." 1979. James and Lily spend a quiet Halloween night at home.

commentary: this is a thematic sequel to the first ever fic i "officially" (because i have posted things way back, like 2004, dksfjldksfjdfls but i deleted them out of self-doubt) posted in a03/ffnet. i guess with this fic, i'm happy with my descriptions, how self-contained it is, and the cosiness of autumn that has that undercurrent of hopelessness because of jily's situation. (sorry wow lololol)

water of the womb (6.3k words, one-shot series, complete)

Coalescence: verb. come together to form one mass or whole. Divaricate: verb. stretch or spread apart; diverge widely This short series is an exploration of Andromeda Tonks and Narcissa Malfoy—the choices they have made and what led to these choices. In Coalescence, Narcissa's past and present combine, focusing on her ultimate choice in the Second Wizarding War. In Divaricate, Andromeda's choice has led her back to the past… but would she be able to reconcile with it?

commentary: sorry i cheated a bit with the series, but i can't really self-rec one without the other. happy with the cohesiveness of these two fics, how (i think) i managed to present the tenuous connection between andromeda and narcissa. i like how i ended it as well because it was realistic and right, i feel. i was also proud of how i wrote teddy lupin and the golden trio kids, i think.

sillage (2.1k words, one-shot, complete)

On the day before his exhibition opened, V finds MC staring up at his work with tears in her eyes. It was a reaction he never saw before. So he approached her to find out why.

commentary: i'm proud of this purely because i managed to wrangle the huge philosophical and metaphorical story that is kim jihyun's in mystic messenger. even now i still get confused by some of the metaphors in his storyline. but anyway this fic was during my (still ongoing) phase of "justice for jihyun kim". because why does everyone get forgiveness and love except him? and i'm still super salty about things like saeran's after end and finally getting a kiss cg but not during gameplay, but after the fact, like as the game's app intro cg like sldkjflsdj nah dude, i ain't taking that as a win.

carry on, carry on (1.6k words, one-shot, complete)

"So whatever happens. No matter what the future has in store for us. You carry on, Dromeda. You carry on." Andromeda learns of Ted's death.

commentary: i just read this right now and... holy fucking jesus christ why is it so sad??? ahahaha. and my end note is "i hope you enjoy". uh. wow, i'm so sorry to those who read this way back. i guess i'm sorry to those who might read this in the future also. again, i like how this is self-contained. i said in my end notes that i've developed a strong curiosity for off-camera moments. and that's still true. one of my prouder moments is the letter because in ffnet you couldn't strikethrough (i don't know if that's still true now); so with strikethrough being allowed in ao3, i could properly write the letter and bring to life ted's obvious mistakes (read: honesty) when writing his "last" letter to andromeda.

#jily #blackdonald #black sisters #tedromeda #jihyun kim #james potter #lily evans #mary macdonald #sirius black #narcissa black #andromeda black #ted tonks #shout out to #your love thawed out #because it's the first jily fic i've written in a long ass while #like a long ass while #and i'm proud of how it turned out #jayne #asks #remember when i can write stories under 5k words lmaooo

[nxght-shxft]

i’ve only drawn jasper once lol

#jasper (thaw) #the house always wins (thaw) #oc #my oc #my ocs #my art #art #personal oc #personal ocs #personal story #non fandom #non fandom oc #non fandom ocs #anti hero

[elytrafemme]

"i type slow 👵" WHERE DID YOU FIND HER

I LITERALLY DONT FUCKNG KNOW !!!!!!!!WHY IS SHE LIKE THIS.

#SHES LIKE 30 YEARS OLD #AND SHE ALSO RECENTLY LIKE HAD TO GET STITCHES ON HER FINGER BC SHE IRRESPONSIBLY TRIED TO THAW A CHICKEN #LONG STORY #BUT LIKEHSFDJHSDFSFDKJ WHYYYYISHSHE LIKET HTIS

[technoxenoholic]

reasons a non-sapient monster may attack you in a loud, obviously threatening way:

you are intruding on its territory and it wants you to leave

you are too close to its young and it wants you to stay away from them

you have otherwise frightened, upset, or harmed it in some way and it's defending itself

it has some sort of disease, parasite, etc. that affects its behavior and makes it irrationally aggressive

it is particularly young and inexperienced, and attempting to use baby-monster play-fighting tactics to hunt (this will not last long at all)

someone else has riled it up on purpose and sicced it on you

it is a group ambush predator and you are about to be chased right into a group of more, stealthier monsters

however... if it is a mature creature hunting you for dinner (without a group operating as previously described), meaning it does not want to scare you and give you a chance to escape, because then it could not eat you... it is going to move quickly and quietly. it is not going to posture and growl and make clear warning signals that will make you run away and avoid becoming food.

#stfu blue #this is basic stuff but i understand many stories do still trip over these things #incidentally glacial thaw's angry monster early on was the riled up on purpose variety #the more recent brush with them was over territory