#So many stories

[jewreallythinkthat]

I spent a large portion of today researching tekhelet for work as part of a piece on ancient dyes and I got so stupid emotional. Like it's just a dye, but it was such an important thing in ancient Judaism as the dye which would make tzitzit blue and the method of making it was lost around the time of the Arab conquest of Israel in the 7th century. (Also I note that lots of sources date the loss of the secret of the original manufacture but many just gloss over it mapping directly onto the colonisation of Judea/Israel by the Rashidun Caliphate - I know that the two events may not be connected but I have spent too long looking at history to be able to say that these were completely unrelated y'know... Lost knowledge is very, very rarely a coincidence)

They literally, to this day, still don't know how it was made.

There are multiple theories, most of which revolve around the murex snail (where we get Tyrian purple from) and the fact that if you expose the pigment it produces - di-bromo indigo - to light at the right point in the production process, it is reduced to regular indigo from which you can get your blue dye. But this has all been worked out using modern methods. The ancient production method of tekhelet is gone and I honestly find myself mourning yet another piece of lost knowledge form our history.

#jumblr #thinking about our history and mourning what was lost #we have lost so much feom millenia of pogroms and genocides and its a fucking tragedy #so many stories #so much knowledge #so much love and joy snuffed out like a candle on a windy day

[halcyone-of-the-sea]

I never really share anything personal on here because I'm a pretty private person, but there's something so profound about getting passed down my Grandpa's old camera collection.

Like what do you mean he took pictures of my Grandma with them 30+ years ago? That the A-1 Canon that's now in my room was the camera that took my parents' wedding photos? I stuck a roll of film into the same place he did? The thought of him loving photography as much as I do is the most tear-jerking emotion I've ever experienced even if we're not that close.

I just got the A-1 Canon working again after upwards of 20 years of being unused and sitting in a cupboard. Hearing the shutter go off as I took a picture of my dog was something special, and I don't even think I can describe it in a way that makes sense. It was like I was holding my own family history in my hands.

I was genuinely surprised it was in such good condition in the first place - I barely had to do anything other than look over it to make sure nothing was broken and mess with a few areas of concern. My grandpa kept his A-1 in immaculate condition despite his pretty bad health; the same with his other cameras as well.

As much as I want to keep them all in a glass case and have them stay perfect, I can't imagine not using them the same way he did. Of course, up until I have to retire them for my own kids to use one day in just as pristine a state.

#random rambles from a nineteen-year-old who loves history and old stuff too much #I set all of them up in a few cubbies on my bookshelf for now until I can get the parts I need #I can't wait to get them working again - even if I have to sink a few hundred into repairs it'll be well worth it #I don't think I'd ever be able to work in a museum I'd cry at literally everything I see #so many stories #just felt that I needed to type this out #lots of emotions today

[leiatalon]

I've written 155,000 words in my interactive fiction WIP in the last six months! That's a lot of words, and that isn't counting the five other story concepts asking to be written that link into the one I'm telling now.

I found this on a scroll through Twitter today and it made me laugh.

Yes. Yes indeed.

#amwriting #fantasy #romance #interactive fiction #heart's choice #so many stories

[lunapwrites]

There's a part of me that wants MWPP to have built a treehouse in the forbidden forest, just to have a secret place to go to that's just theirs (because the shack is different, it just is.) It's all cobbled together out of spare wood they found and bits of the shack that moony ripped up and the ladder is crooked and there's a little overhang where they'd stand to have literal pissing matches ("Bet I can hit that tree" "Yeah? Bet I can hit your mum") and there's things all carved in the trunk that are mostly worn away with weather and time, but inside -- inside is where the magic is.

There's full on conversations all over the walls, written in black ink. Graffiti immortalizing these four asshole teens in all their immature glory. Outlines of their bodies on the floor, and Remus had drawn X's for eyes and a frowny face on his. Someone drew an impressive rack of antlers on James. Someone else drew an impressive rack on Peter. (Below the left one there's a line that says "fuck u Sirius" and below that another that says "get in line xx") and there's the remnants of a dart board, holes dotting the wall around it, and there's a scoreboard that isn't for the darts but rather for the number of times one of them punched James in the nuts (Sirius was winning)

(James was also inexplicably on the board, with many question marks around his name)

And it's just this glorified lean to stuck up in a tree but there's so much history there -- so much stupid humor -- that Harry has to catch his breath when he stumbles across it, starts reading. Starts laughing at the notes reading "here lies James Potter, ripped a fart during Charms and died of embarrassment" / "THAT WAS YOU HAHAHAHA"

And it's all covered in moss and dead leaves and the ghosts of dead men and Harry preserves it anyway because it was proof they were alive, they were real, they were human.

I just think they deserve a little gremlin tree fort okay

#mwpp #remus lupin #james potter #sirius black #peter pettigrew #hp #tree houses #james. bestie. #how did you manage that #no one will ever know #so many stories #never to be told #bc everyone who knew them died #and now I'm sad

[zhakyria]

Bounty Hunter Hux AU

Hux leaned in closer, much like Ren did to him in the past. Just a faceless man crowding the personal space of another, intimidating and looming. “Should I kill you?” He kept his voice soft and low, as he pressed the blaster hard enough against Ren’s temple to bruise. “Do you want to die? Are you looking to end the farce that your life has become, Kylo Ren?”

He pulled back to see Ren’s eyes go wide and the color drain from his face. His mouth opened in a silent ‘oh’.

“Or should I call you Ben Solo now?” He sneered, not masking the derision that laced his words. If Hux hadn’t been studying him, he would have missed Ren’s wince.

#kylux #star wars #armitage hux #kylo ren #ben solo #zhak's wips #these two have been on my mind #they have been demanding me to tell some stories #they are quite loud about it too #so now I have a two stories that I am actively working on #so many stories #so little time

[sendpseuds]

WIP fic tag game!

Thanks for tagging me @tideswept

If you are tagged, post a picture or write out the names of your fics/WIPS as they are in your computer/phone. (Explain the names if you think it's necessary)

SO, turns out I have a lot more WIPs than I thought... some of these will probably never happen but I figured I'd list them all anyhow.

Feel free to ask any questions you'd like!

In no particular order...

Smutty Sith!Obi-Wan [one-shot] Jedi!Anakin captures Sith!Obi-Wan and through a liberal application of truth serum, realizes the Sith got himself captured on purpose.

Dalliances with Death [multi-chapter] Obi-Wan Kenobi finds himself before Death several times in his life. Death finds he likes the man. A lot.

Dark!Obi-Wan [multi-chapter] Deathwatch has found a new ally: a powerful Sith hellbent on helping them take over Mandalore. Meanwhile, just outside Sundari, a man is pulled from the wreckage of a crashed ship — a man long thought dead — Obi-Wan Kenobi.

I Would Die For You [one-shot] Obi-Wan does not remember his deathbed confession, but Anakin definitely does [started because I could not stop listening to this song]

Girls' Night [one-shot] Thrawn and Eli spend a night eating popcorn, drinking wine, watching romcoms, and giving each other makeovers. Among other things...

Perfect Spiral [multi-chapter] Veteran Quarterback Obi-Wan Kenobi must defend his position on the Tatooine Raider from hotshot rookie Anakin Skywalker. Rivals to lovers.

Dinner with Dex [EIYWT one-shot] Obi-Wan takes Satine to meet Dex — a woman he apparently has already told the diner owner about... years ago, and extremely drunk [lots of Qui-Gon-related angst going on in this one]

Ventress WIP [one-shot] Obi-Wan returns Ventress’s lightsabers after the Ahsoka debacle [which is RIGHT after Satine's death] and immediately she can tell something is… off. They have a few drinks, spar a few times, until Ventress pushes too far, and things get out of hand. Fast.

Broadway Cody WIP [Resolute Theater one-shot] over a long weekend in college, Obi-Wan helps Cody explore his sexuality.

Con Artist AU [multi-chapter] Con artist Obi-Wan's apprentice thinks he's ready to strike out on his own, Obi-Wan disagrees [inspired by the insane 2001 film Heartbreakers]

I think that's all of them??

ANYWAY! I'm happy to chat about any of these, maybe it will get the words flowing again!

x

#my wips #wip game #ask me anything #so many stories #so little time

[the-localwildlife]

feeling the urge to go through my fanfic drafts today

#is this bitch back? #personalish #so many stories #so little time

[edupunkn00b]

6 and 20 for the fic writer ask?

Thank you so much for the ask!! :D (the post, for the curious)

#6 Others' stories I re-read all the time

Oh, there are quite a few. Anything by @nadiestar, but especially Words Are Hard. Same for @candied-peach (I credit their Kissing Book for my Remus Chews Cinnamon Gum campaign.) @typically-untypical's Logan stories, most especially Logan's Letter and They Aren't Coming. @lost-in-thought-20's stories, of course, especially The First Time Two Became Three Again. @treenissanderssidesstuff's Say My Name, @naminethewriter's universe with parental Intrulogical with As Long As You Try Your Best, and @lalijinx and @frejennix's The Other Side of the Mirror are on my hit list, too :D.

You have also probably spotted me in the doc I was doing a little alpha reading for you from time to time, too! :D

#20 Favorite Title for a story I've written

I really The Uses of Adversity (it's plot related and a Shakespeare reference to As You Like it, Logan's favorite play he's seen Roman perform.) I am stupidly proud of the series title for History | Matchr, as well. Matchr is a match-making algorithm that consumes your internet search history and the | symbol is also a 'pipe' in scripting languages which literally means "put the output of 'History' into the 'Matchr' process and give us the output." The story also has some very deep past Dukeceit history, so it has a double meaning.

#so many stories #Ask Game #intrulogical #logince #dukeceit #intruloceit

[writingwarden]

"Man, I should really post a new one shot."

*the seven completed stories sitting in my drafts* - "Hey maybe you could post us-"

*My perfectionism* - "NO"

#help #pls #writer things #writer #so many stories #agent washington #red vs blue #the walking dead #the mandolarian #x reader #creepypasta in there too

[edgy-artkid]

Helping the unloved become lovable again rn

#this is oc directed #there’s so many that I miss but left behind #so many stories #yet so much cringe

[jedibinx]

Guys god help me, please tell me I don't need a third wip. I've been so good for so long lol.

#ao3 writer #ao3 fanfic #writer problems #too many voices #so many stories #so little time

[mizuthe-cat]

There’s no such thing as too many characters

#I have so many #so many stories #I love all of them #the guy with all the injuries is the favorite

[leiatalon]

TFW you write a line that connects the multiverse of your stories...

#amwriting #fantasy #romance #interactive fiction #so many stories

[tau1tvec]

The more I watch EA slowly drip feed content little by little over an 8 year span, the more I miss simblr around the time The Sims 3 was still getting packs, and every single one was so chock-full of content, it’s all you saw on your dashboard for MONTHS.

#supernatural era was the best #so many occults #so many stories #a golden age if you will #dl

[pose4photoml]

[Official Trailer] Our Skyy 2

#youtube #our skyy 2 #looks interesting #which one are you looking forward to #so many stories

[zhakyria]

WIP: Mind Trap

Been working through some things for Chapter 2 of the Agent Story. Still not finished but it is a start. Not sure how polished I’ll make it, but Chapter 2 impacted Kahl a lot.

Kahl’ryn sat alone in the dark. He switched his vibro knife on and off, the flicker of light illuminating his face briefly. He starred straight ahead, his face blank of any expression. The Cipher’s aura, usually as radiant as the stars felt twisted and dark. Vector wrestled with his and the hive’s thoughts. They….he was concerned about Kahl’ryn. The agent wasn’t the same since returning from his meeting with Ardun Kothe. He’d been more distant and cold. Vector turned up the lights. The sudden brilliance snapped Kahl’ryn from his contemplation. He blinked and looked around. Catching sight of Vector, he held Vector’s gaze for several moments. His expression remained neutral but Vector noticed something behind his eyes. Fear. The Cipher stashed his vibro blade back into his boot and stood up, taking the time to stretch.

Vector marveled, not for the first time, how predator-like the agent moved. Alert and aware even when he seemed at ease. Kahl’ryn rolled his shoulders and rubbed the back of his neck as he left the main compartment and headed towards the bridge. Vector followed silently.

“ETA?”

Kaliyo popped her chewing gum and pulled her feet from the console, settling back into her seat. “Right now.”

They dropped out of hyperspace. Taris loomed in front of the viewport. Vector noted how similar it appeared to Alderaan, a blue green sphere with distinctive continents and oceans.

“Now to find out what we are doing here.” Kahl’ryn walked past Vector to the holoterminal in the main compartment.

Vector turned to Kaliyo. “There is something wrong with the Agent.”

She snapped her gum. “It’s not the first time he’s had to pretend being something he isn’t. He’ll be fine.”

“We’re not so sure.”

Kaliyo shrugged and went back to piloting the ship. Vector returned to the main compartment. Ardun Kothe and Chance were discussing the mission with the Cipher. Kahl’ryn’s aura had calmed, but it still felt stained and dimmed to Vector. The hive agreed that something wrong afflicted the agent. They just needed to determine what it was before it consumed Kahl’ryn.

***

Onomatophobia. Vector first heard that word several days earlier when listening in on the Cipher’s mission briefing with Kothe. Now they heard the word again. Kahl’ryn acted strange afterwards. His aura swarmed with darkness, like an angry hive rallying around their queen.

“Agent?”

 Kahl’ryn shook his head and rubbed his face, as if waking from a dream. His lips formed a thin line and a predator looked out from his eyes. “We have work to do.”

It’s didn’t take them long to reach Chance’s location. Bruises and cuts covered his face, he labored for breath, and blood soaked his clothes. He barely managed to tell the Cipher about the scientist they were there to rescue before passing out from pain and blood loss.

“After you forced me to come here, I should let you die. But I won’t.” The Cipher’s voice held contempt, but he knelt down and began patching the slicer up.

Forced. Somehow the slicer had forced Kahl’ryn to come here. They would dream on this later. The hive might have answers, a way to help their friend. As they waited for the Slicer to wake up, Kahl’ryn changed out of his Intelligence uniform into something less conspicuous for meeting the scientist as an SIS agent.

 ***

The Jedi sneered up at the Cipher where she lay beaten on the floor, yet her desire for power remained palpable. Kahl’ryn studied her without expression, yet Vector sensed his disgust.

 “When I’m gone, they’ll sing the Death Song of Thre’shalu. What do you say to that?”

 “You were a savior. Now you’re a martyr.” His voice held little inflection. It was a matter of fact, a simple statement that hung in the air as he discharged his blaster into her chest.

 This had nothing to do with the wrongness Vector sensed. This felt different. Vector knew the agent had a history with the Sith from his conversations with Kaliyo. Perhaps, Kahl’ryn considered this Jedi to be much the same. She certainly had the aura of one.

 ***

The orders grated against Kahl’s senses, an incessant buzzing that grew into obsession. It frayed his mind. He paced across the main compartment, restless and glaring at the holoterminal located in the center of the room.

 “It’s in your head. You can’t keep it there.” Watcher X’s voice cut through the buzzing. He knew the voice at this point. The remnants of a dead man talking through the conditioning. Kahl didn’t know if it was the real Watcher X or if his subconscious latched onto the memory of the man in order to understand what was happening. It didn’t matter.

 He walked over to the holoterminal and opened a line to Ardun Kothe. “Legate to base command.”

 He connected Godera’s device to the terminal at Kothe’s request as they discussed the fate of Ki Sazen. The Jedi sealed her fate by thinking that unleashing an army of Rakghouls on the galaxy would secure her power. She wasn’t any different then the Sith he’d worked for, delusional and only out for self gain. The buzzing in his skull grew more intense.

 “It’s breaking your skull. Can you hear it crack?” Watcher X cut through the buzzing again. A warning flashed across his scanner. His body was going into shock.

 Ardun ended the transmission, just as Kahl’s world spiraled out of control.

 ***

 “Readings are stable…. ah! Our patient is awake.” Lokin’s words cut through the fog.

Kahl woke in the med bay. He hadn’t felt this bad since that night after his briefing with Keeper. His body hurt and his head felt full of cobwebs. He sat up, every muscle protesting the movement and spots appeared across his vision. He rubbed his face.

 Kaliyo poked his shoulder. “Found you kissing the floor. You look like hell.”

 One thing kept racing through his mind, a conversation he’d had with Watcher X. “Prep the ship for flight. I need to pay a visit to the Citadel.” He needed answers.

 “Of course. We’ll be ready presently.” Vector replied and left the med bay with Kaliyo.

 When they left, Lokin studied Kahl. “It’s been a while since I played ship’s doctor… but there is something odd here, Cipher.”

 “There is. Any signs of cybernetic rejection?”

 Doctor Lokin analyze the information on his data pad. “No, your body seems to be handling them fine still. Toxicity levels are still within acceptable levels.”

 “Any brain damage?” Kahl picked up his jacket from the end of the bed and pulled it on.

 “That’s where the strangeness comes in. Entire sections of your neuro pathways show up distorted. Cognitively, you appear fine. There is more at work here and I’m not sure what it is exactly.”

 Kahl nodded. “Thank you, Doctor.” He left the med bay and returned to his quarters. He shut the door and sat on the edge of the bed. He reached to pour himself a glass of water, his hand shook. He made a fist, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath. He let it out slowly.

#swtor #swtor fanfiction #wip #kahl'ryn #imperial agent #so many stories #so little time