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strangelittlestories · 4 months

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When the adventurers reached the next town, they were horrified to find the inhabitants gathered by the river in order to dunk a witch.

The party drew their weapons, summoned their magicks (both divine and profane) and demanded the townspeople cease at once.

The people of the town who were not actively holding the witch underwater formed a quick circle to elect a spokesperson. That spokesperson stepped forward with palms outstretched and begged the visitors to stay their righteous wrath! The scene unfolding was not what they thought.

How exactly, inquired the party Paladin, did we manage to misinterpret the fact that you are currently dipping a witch in and out of a body of water? Because, oh gosh, if this is a humorous misunderstanding, then it is a *doozy*.

The spokesperson conceded that, yes, the people were currently in the act of dunking the witch in the river and then pulling her out again, before pushing her back in again. However! They were not doing this as any kind of test or punishment, but simply allowing the witch’s magic to diffuse into the water. This would ensure bountiful fishing and also make it nicer for the local water spirits.

But, the Rogue interjected, does the witch not have any strong feelings about this?

I should say she does, replied the spokesperson, she thinks it’s a marvellous time!

At this point the witch - in the act of being lifted out of the river - did indeed give out a screech of delight and proceed to scamper up the bank, before cannonballing back into the water with an almighty splash.

The party Wizard admitted this did look like fun and asked if she could have a go.

Well, remarked the Paladin as the group relaxed by the water to watch the frolicking, I’ve never seen a magic user used as a mystic tea bag before. Truly, these local traditions have a unique kind of magic to them…

Indeed, added the Rogue, you could say the place is quite literally *steeped* in it.

And this is how a strange little anarchist commune of a town founded the world’s first water park.

#writing #microfiction #short story #flash fiction #fantasy #water park #witches #puns #well kinda puns #feghoot #a weird one

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qwertystop · 2 years

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Heist/romcom hybrid concept.

Gathering the crew doubles as a series of meet-cutes; by the end they're all in a polycule.

The target is an apiary. Allegations that this is only to lead in to "gay bear" jokes are, in fact completely unfounded.

The actual reason? Well, after all, this whole crew is here just to do gay bee crimes.

#concepts #lgbtqa #puns?#feghoot #bees #be gay do crimes #do gay bee crimes #same difference

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siliquasquama · 1 year

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The Cat with the Onion

Well, now, you're asking not who I am but what I am? Strange way to ask someone about themselves. But sit down and I'll tell ya.

ONCE UPON A TIME, in a land far from here, in a great grand valley, there was a stork.

There are a lot of storks in the world, of course, but only some of them deliver babies. This one, though, didn't deliver a human baby at all. It delivered a cat, an adult cat, a cat wearing big tall boots. And it didn't drop the cat in a swaddling bundle, oh no. The cat was hanging onto the stork's legs. And the stork didn't place the cat gently down, but dropped it from a height.

Well, some folks in the crowd were a little dismayed to see this spectacle, but a great height is no trouble to a cat, especially one wearing boots. So the cat landed with a thump, and a yowl, but it picked itself up and it dusted itself off and then licked itself clean, and everyone could see that it was indeed a cat.

But you'd expect a cat wearing big tall boots to also have a sword. That's the proper form for a cat in boots. Ah, but cats do as they will, don't they? This one had an onion tied to its belt. Everyone did, of course, that was the style at the time -- but the cat did too, and that meant something, though no one was sure what.

So a man in the crowd said "It's a strange little cat alright. We should take it to the Mayor."

And the cat said, "Oh, I was heading that direction myself, if you'll join me."

And so the cat led a big crowd of people towards the Mayor's palace, and not a few of them wondered why the cat wanted to see the man.

The Mayor, whose name happened to be Mister Mayor (everyone said he was a shoo-in for the job, and not just because it was hereditary), stomped out of his palace in his own big tall boots, and he looked at the little cat with the boots and the onion, and he said, "What do you mean by it, eh? Why've you got no sword, cat? Cats in boots are supposed to have swords. That's how it's done."

And the cat said, "Why, Mister Mayor, to be sure, it is the proper form, but I care for what is effective, not what is proper. And I must tell you, the thing heading toward your city will not respond to one little sword, or a hundred. But with an onion, I can make it weep."

And so the little cat with the big boots was put in charge of the city's defenses. Just in time, too, for soon people saw the wine in their goblets rippling, and on the horizon there appeared a great monster, a gigantic lizard on two big hind legs with two tiny little arms in front, and a head so big it looked like it could take a bite out of a mountain, and teeth as long as the spire on the church. And it roared, so loud that it shook everyone's bones, even from far away.

And the big lizard stomped its way toward the city -- Stomp! Stomp! Stomp! And as it got closer, everybody jumped with each stomp. And as it got closer, everybody had to put their hands over their ears as it roared. And as it got even closer, everybody had to hold their noses because of its stinky breath.And then it drew closer, right up to the city walls, and its head looked like it could take a bit out of the sky, and it roared so loud everyone stumbled backward.

And the cat said, "Batter up!" And it wound up and chucked the onion as hard as it could. And the onion smacked the big lizard right in the top of the open mouth, which startled it enough to stop it in its tracks. And then it started to cough, and big tears fell from its eyes, tears so big that they made a pond as they fell. And the cat said, "Big lizards don't like onions! Everyone chuck your onion into its mouth!"

And so everyone did, and the big mouth was so big it was easy even for a little bitty child to toss an onion in. And the big lizard ate all the onions, and it coughed and it coughed and ic coughed, so hard it blew everyone off the walls, and it cried so many tears that the pond beneath it became a great river. And then it fell into the water, raising a mighty splash that swept some of the wall away.

Well, after that there was a fair amount of repair work to do, and farmers to compensate for their flooded fields, but there was also so much lizard meat to smoke and salt and store away that everyone in the city would not go hungry for many long years. So everyone hailed the little cat as a hero, and they gave it all their onions.

Which was a problem, because cats don't like onions either. So the cat in the boots chucked all those onions at an army that was trying to invade the city from the north, and the army cried so many tears that they made another river.

And Mister mayor said, "Cat, if you keep doing that, we're going to wind up in the middle of a big lake. Why don't you go out questing, and if you do enough for us, we will reward you."

So the cat left the city limits with its big bag of onions, and it went on many quests for the sake of the city, vanquishing monsters and making many foes weep, so that everywhere the cat went, there was a new pond, a new lake, a new river.

But, by and by, the cat's foes got wise to the onion trick, and they started wearing goggles and gas masks. And the cat could not vanquish them as it had done so easily. So one day, the cat went to the witch of the woods, and said, "Witch of the woods, I'd like to ask you a great favor. For once in my nine lives, I need a sword."

And the witch said, "Oh, goodness, I hardly know what that is! But I will make you an onion sword, little cat. All I need in return is five bees."

And the cat said, "Will a quarter-dollar piece do?"

And the witch said, "Quarter? Dollar? I said bees, cat, not coin. Real bees."

So the cat went into the woods with an onion and searched for a bee hive. When it found one, it realized it had no way to make smoke to smoke the bees out. So it took the onion and broke it in its hands, and crushed the pieces, and the smell was enough to make the bees fill up with honey and hide anyway. Save for five little bees who had been asleep, and were woken up by the smell, too late to escape. The cat scooped them up and took them back to the witch.

"Five real bees," said the cat, "and my apologies. Where I come from, we call five-cent pieces 'bees', for reasons I cannot fathom."

"That's quite alright," said the witch of the woods. "Now I shall make your onion sword." And the witch went to their forge, and took the onions and beat them and smelted them and did all the things a blacksmith does to make a sword], and the witch chanted many strange things no one has ever heard, and by the end of the task, they had made a sword, and a sheathe to go with it.

And they handed the sheathed sword to the cat, and said, "Mind you wear a gas mask when you draw that sword, little cat, and only draw it in direst need."

So the cat took its new sword, and went questing again. It vanquished foes left and right with nary more effort than drawing its sword a little out of the sheathe, and they could cough and cough and cry many tears, and so the world became soggier and soggier.

One day a cat in big tall boots and a gas mask came up to the gates of the city wearing an onion sword, and it demanded entrance. But the mayor, whose name was Mister Mayor, stood on the wall atop the gate, and said, "We cannot let you enter."

"Long have I fought for you," said the cat. "I have earned my place in your city, I have earned my place on your councils. I have vanquished your foes. Will you not reward me?"

"You have turned all the land into bogs and swamps and ponds," said the mayor. "You have made it a soggier place, when the people are used to growing onions in drier earth. We will not reward you."

"Then I will show you what you have earned," said the cat, and it drew its sword fully out of its sheathe.

And all the people of the city coughed and coughed, and they wept and they wept, and they cried all the tears one could cry, so many tears that all the land was flooded even more, connecting swamp to swamp and pond to pond and river to river, until it was all one, and the great grand valley became a great grand lake, the widest the world has ever seen or will ever see. Though it was very shallow.

All the people scorned the cat and hurled curses at it. But the cat cared nothing for their annoyance.

By and by, the city adapted to its new circumstance, turning to the fishing trade and building small fishing boats for all and sundry, sending small trading ships far and wide and growing richer than before. But this put it in competition with a greater city on the other side of the lake. The people of that city decided they would send a navy to conquer their rival.

The people of the cat's city were frightened. They had not had time to put together more than a few small fighting ships, so focused had they been on building fishing boats. They did not have time to hire mercenary fleets, because the enemy was already on the horizon.

So they turned to the cat, and the cat said, "If I save you, you must reward me this time. But if you would have me save you, you must brace yourselves, for I will do just as I have done." And the cat drew the onion sword fully out of its sheathe, and all the people coughed and coughed, and they cried many tears, and all their coughing stirred up the rushing water, and sent it in a great wave at the enemy fleet, and all the ships were sunk.

The city was good to its word, and they made the cat the new mayor, and sang many songs of praise to the cat for their deliverance. So the sea came to be called the Cat's Paean Sea, though many years have passed and the name might have gotten muddled by now.

Now, in all that, I bet you're wondering where I was. Well, I'm not the cat. I'm the witch. Always helping people if they ask, otherwise keeping my own counsel, busy with my own unpredictable business. If you will excuse me, I have to go plant some onions.

#fairy tale #folk tale #yes this is also a feghoot #I am not sorry

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writingquestionsanswered · 11 months

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Hi! Thanks so much for running this blog :). I’m sure you’ve heard about the 7 basic plots for novels, is there something like that for short stories too? You’ve mentioned that you like short stories that end with a twist, but are there any other kinds?

Types of Short Stories

I can give you an idea of some different types of short stories... and bear in mind, most of these types of stories can be long fiction as well. Short stories often fall into one of these categories:

Fable - short story featuring animals, mythical creatures, anthropomorphized elements centering on a moral lesson

Parable - short story using relatable characters and events to teach a moral or spiritual lesson

Allegory - short story that uses symbolism to convey a hidden or ulterior meaning, typically one that makes a moral or political point or statement

Folk tale - short story that has been traditionally retold over centuries in a particular place, a modern short story reframing a traditional folk tale, or a modern short story emulating a traditional folk tale

Fairy tale - an imaginative short story, often aimed at children, featuring enchanting and fanciful creatures, magic, and often conveying a moral lesson

Fan Fiction - a short story based on another writer's source material, such as a story based on an episode of a favorite TV show, or a story to illustrate an off-screen moment in a movie

Anecdote - a short story about a person or event recounted in a way that is interesting or amusing

Vignette - a short story lacking in plot or narrative that centers on a defining moment in a character's life

Slice of Life - a short story lacking in plot or narrative that centers on a mundane but interesting moment in a character's life

Feghoot - a humorous short story centered on a pun or poetic joke

Lyrical - a short story with limited plot which centers on a motif (repeated imagery, symbol, word, theme, etc.) that unfolds over the course of the story

Artifice - a short story featuring an impossible or incompatible element that is introduced into the narrative

Sketch - a short story lacking in plot or narrative which serves only to give an in-depth description of a particular character or setting

Farce - a humorous and often absurd short story that uses ridiculous plots, exaggerated and improbable situations, and silly characters to entertain the reader

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eahsayswhat · 10 months

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The quote I wanted to do for today couldn’t be done due to a lack of appropriate scenes in the show. While looking for a replacement LGBT+-themed quote for today, I found the “sexualities as doors” memes and got inspired since it seemed like a segment Charlie might do for her radio show. Crystal provided the opportunity for a Frozen feghoot and the rest is history. (Disclaimer: Admin F does not like Frozen.)

Sexuality headcanon time (you’ve already seen some of these kids’)!:

Daring Charming: polyamorous binary alloheteroromantic binary alloheterosexual; highly inflexible (you’re more likely to get killed by a cow than Daring is likely to find a guy he’d enjoy kissing). I view Daring, like most if not all of the main guys in the cast, as straight given that he has few interactions with other guys that are ambiguously platonic (unlike many of the girls, who frequently do have quasi-romantic interactions with each other). However, I also view him and his siblings as polyamorous.

Maddie Hatter: polyamorous allopanromantic allopansexual; true (equal likelihood of attraction to male-, female- and nonbinary-identifying). I don’t think Maddie really cares about what gender her romantic partner would be; at the very least we know she likes guys per her bio, in my opinion she probably likes girls too given how she interacts with Raven especially (Madven is my favorite Maddie ship, so maybe I’m a little biased towards it), and she probably thinks that all gender identities are equally wondrous, thus Maddie = pan. Although Maddie would probably call herself “pot” because you don’t make tea in pans.

Holly O’Hair: polyamorous allobiromantic demibisexual; true (equal likelihood of attraction to male- and female-identifying). Holly being demibi just made sense to me for some reason. Maybe it’s because Rapunzel would inherently be more likely to only fall for the prince who rescues her? I dunno, but I liked the idea of Holly being alloromantic and demisexual so that is what she shall be in my AU.

Cedar Wood: aromantic asexual, sex-&-romance-neutral. I know in Darling’s only focal short she got lustful over Daring, but in the books she rejected his advances and doesn’t seem to pursue romance in general. And given that she’s a living puppet she’s not going to be experiencing puberty hormones anyway, so her being aroace just made the most sense to me regarding her orientation.

Not mentioned explicitly, but in the AU I use for the comics Charlie is pan, Briar is bi, Crystal is gay, and Ashlynn is straight. Just in case you were wondering.

Happy pride!

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nostalgebraist · 21 days

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In his adventures, Feghoot worked for the Society for the Aesthetic Re-Arrangement of History and traveled via a device that had no name, but was typographically represented as the ")(".

#quotes

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horrificbingo · 8 months

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Oddly Anomalous Bingo is a part of Horrific Bingo event but at the same time a stand alone.

In Oddly Anomalous Bingo we explore several rare literature genres such as:

1. Bizarro Fiction

2. Feghoot

3. Cli-fi

4. Fake memoir

5. Cashier memoir

6. Bangsian

7. Ergodic

And...

8. Bitpunk!

The rarity of these literature genres deserve to be explored more. However, the bingo squares will be just me choosing three words as themes from the genres you've chosen. The "words" would depend on the genre.

For an example if you chose "Feghoot", you'll receive—one of them—a pun as it involves that.

However!

There will be prompts for the usual trope in case you're not interested with the genres BUT I will give only weird shit for the theme.

There's no strict rules on how closely you have to fit with the themes, it's after all an literary exploration.

(and this is kind of an experimental kinda thing too)

In short: let's explore less known literary genres and make it weird.

Rules

Note:

The challenge doesn't have a deadline nor a schedule you need to follow. You just need to sign up, fill out the form and you can create anything anytime you want. The purposes are to inspire you to create something and maybe in some way making you have fun.

You are allowed to merge this with your Horrific or Non-horrific Bingo cards if you've received them.

@thebigbangblogproject

#horrific bingo #bingo card #fandom event #multifandom event #any fandom #bingo event #for all fandom #Oddly anomalous bingo #Experimental #Don't know if it'll work

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fullmusicbardsquared · 10 months

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surprised tumblr has not embraced the feghoot art form

#talking in my head

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charaunofficial · 1 year

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status report: they Got Got. even though someone else stole my flicking punchline, the feghoot managed to draw them in enough to get them again

FAHAHA HELL YEAH NICE

#flower child #from dess

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strangelittlestories · 7 months

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“What entertainment do you bring before me today?” Squawked Augustine, the king of the birds. “Have the mockingbird players returned from their tour of the provinces? Or maybe that prattling parrot will reprise its human impressions?”

“Alas, milord.” Replied the king’s seneschal, a somewhat fussy flamingo. “You had the parrot killed for excessive repetitions and hesitations.”

“So I did!” The king spread his majestic tail feathers proudly, reliving the happy fuzz of murder. “Well, they knew the rules. Or, at least, *I* knew the rules and they probably should have inferred them.”

“One can never argue with your execution of the law.” Said the long-suffering seneschal, keenly aware that the wrong answer could result in his suffering moving from *long* to *short*. “Or with the law of your executions, for that matter…”

“Speaking of executions,” Said the king, whose mind was never truly far from state-sanctioned violence, “Do we have any on the docket for today?”

“Your majesty, I’m afraid the dungeons are quite empty.”

“What, no traitors left?”

“No, sire.”

“No criminals of any kind? No thieves or fraudsters or comedians who are overly reliant on props?”

“All thoroughly and legally murked, milord.”

“Well, I suppose send in my jester, then. I’m so dreadfully bored.”

At this command, the jester fluttered into the room, wearing a jaunty cap made out of a McDonald’s wrapper with a small lost key jangling from it in place of a bell.

The king and seneschal looked at the jester - the air was heavy with the potential for further royal atrocities. The seneschal crossed his talons.

“Coo.” Said the pigeon jester, hilariously.

A pause. A silence.

“Coo.” Said the pigeon jester again, making unblinking eye contact with the king.

The silence stretched on further. (Surely it could not keep on stretching or it would pull something…)

“Coo.” Said the pigeon jester, tragically.

And at this, the king finally burst into laughter. Uproarious, over-the-top, gut-busting laughter.

Which was just the distraction the seneschal needed. The elaborate flamingo costume was abandoned; the false wooden legs clattered to the floor and the fake neck - a painted length of hose pipe - flopped grotesquely back and forth.

From the costume burst forth a small army of truly tiny owls, which set about tying up the king while he was still prostrate from the laughter.

“What is the meaning of this?” Wailed the king.

“Coup.” Said the pigeon jester, accurately.

“Your reign of terror is at an end, vile tyrant!” Chirped an Elf Owl, puffing up its chest. “Revolution is here and your foul murderous regime will fall. In its place will rise a majestic and fair government! Vive la republic of feathers!”

“This is a conspiracy!” Cried the king.

“No,” Said the Elf Owl. “A conspiracy is ravens.”

“Owls are…” It donned a tiny pair of sunglasses. “...a Parliament.”

#writing #microfiction #short story #flash fiction #puns #feghoot #MORE BIRD PUNS NO MORE THAN THAT

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6-and-7 · 1 year

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Top 10s Meme

I was tagged by @lurking-latinist, or at least they said that anyone who was interested could do it, which is much of a muchness. Thanks!

Rules: List your "top 10" (or up to 10 if you haven't written that many) fics ranked by kudos on AO3. Are you surprised by what's most popular to your readers? Then, under a cut, provide your ranking of your personal top 10 fics (with explanations if you want!), and then tag a few fellow writers!

My top 10 fics by kudos:

Five Times the Doctor's Fam Suspected She Had Tentacles, and One Time They Were Proven Right (Dr. Nyarlathotep fluff and silliness with 13 and the Fam)

Scuffle of the Titans (Dr. Nyarlathotep fluff and silliness with 3, the Master, Jo, and the Brig)

TARDIS Moving, Inc. (12 and Bill, immediately post- "Knock Knock")

The Sunset Archives vol. 1 (Equestria Girls and Magnus Archives crossover fic, part 1 of planned 3) (The Sunset Archives vol. 2 is technically #9 on this list, but I count them all as the same story.)

The Music of the Fears (Basira and Jon, feghoot)

Dr Cthulwho (Dr. Nyarlathotep oneshots)

Call of Cthulestia, and Other Strange Tales (Eldritch My Little Pony oneshots, fluff and silliness, side-order of Dr. Nyarlathotep)

Deaths of the Doctor (Emotional H/C. 13 has a breakdown about immortality, Yaz tries to make it better)

Allons-y! (Start of my Doctor Whooves series)

Piece of Cake (6, Evelyn, and River Song. Crossover with The Mouse that Roared.)

Thoughts and my personal top 10 under the cut

This one is a bit hit-or-miss for me. I think most of these are pretty good, but I definitely have better ones. A lot of these are just goofy ideas that I came up with and banged out all in the same afternoon -- good and fun, but not a lot of effort or editing put into them. This is especially true of Scuffle of the Titans, Music of the Fears, and most of Dr. Cthulwho. Similarly, TARDIS Moving, Inc. and Piece of Cake were both done for exchanges and therefore got a bit of a boost from that traffic.

I'm not entirely surprised that so many of them are Dr Nyarlathotep or similarly eldritch -- it's a pretty small category of fics with a ravenous fanbase, so most of them are going to jump on any new works in the category.

Allons-y! is the only one that really surprised me. It's not bad, per se, but it's one of my earliest works and you can kinda tell. On the other hand, it's the start of a long series of connected fics, so presumably a lot of people are going to start there and potentially fall off before they can kudos some of the later, better entries in the series.

Five Times and The Sunset Archives are the only ones that I think truly deserve top 10 status (though Five Times probably doesn't quite deserve the top spot).

My list:

The Sunset Archives (Still a work in progress, but I've got Plans)

My Little Pony, My Little Pony, and Me 317: Hello, Humans! (Barely failed to make the top 10 kudos'd fics. The McElroys talk about horses so much, now it's their turn to be horses. Well. Ponies.)

The Unexpected Adventures of Trixie and Sunset (Doctor Whooves without the Doctor. Sunset Shimmer and the Great and Powerful Trixie have accidentally stolen the TARDIS. Hijinks, time shenanigans, and romance ensue)

Black and Blue and Bloodied (Doctor Whooves -- 9th Doctor and a very reluctant Prince Blueblood)

Ruler of Everything (My longest fic by far. Culmination of the first arc of my Doctor Whooves series. Broke the knob off the angst machine with this. I do encourage you to read the preceding stories first, or at least skip around a bit for ones that look interesting)

Five Times the Doctor's Fam Suspected She Had Tentacles, and One Time They Were Proven Right

Breakthrough (Dr Nyarlathotep + Game of Rassilon)

Growing Pains (Spike/Rarity, comedy of errors, best described as 'Wodehousian')

Played on Strings (On extended hiatus while I work on The Sunset Archives. Doctor Whooves, again without the Doctor. Featuring Romana, Vinyl Scratch, Octavia, Faction Paradox, the Beatles, and H.P. Lovecraft)

The Rising Night (Yet another Doctor Whooves one. I got a lot of 'em. 7th Doctor, young Celestia and Luna.)

But hey, don't just take my word for it -- check them out for yourself!

Can't think of anyone to tag, but if you're interested, go for it!

#tag meme #fanfiction #my writing

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crappy-homestuck-confessions · 2 years

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Headcanon Anon here with the kids' individual senses of humor!

John-Zany, prank-filled, with slapstick! Not out to hurt anyone's feelings, just mildly annoy/confuse strangers and friends and family.

Rose-Snark, dark humor, casually intrusive wordplay. Has a hidden goofy side that only friends know about but likes to present herself as a Rule 63 Cigarette Smoking Man from X-Files with an even worse sense of humor.

Dave-Anti-humor with rambling monologues and left-fielders galore. Probably went to sleep watching Tim & Eric and would get along great with Neil Hamburger.

Jade-Loves math humor and feghoots; actually likes to work for her laughs, the poor soul (Remember, she is canonically able to make Kanaya laugh so make of that what you will.)

Terezi-Sick, distressing, prank-filled sense of humor that's a dark mirror of John's. Basically swears by the healing power of schadenfreude. Could take Eric Andre's desk in a heartbeat.

Kanaya-Morbid, literalist sense of humor. So dry that most people don't tend to know if she's joking or not.

Tavros-Self-deprecating, surprisingly dark at times sense of humor. Casually mocks any unfortunate events that befall him, regardless of the seriousness.

Karkat-Wants to come off as serious but likes it when people show dedication to a joke, like H Jon Benjamin's jazz piano album.

Sollux-Loves snarking and loves being snarked at. Is also partial to particularly negative reviews of things as long as it doesn't rely on shouting and obvious bias.

Feferi-Very juvenile sense of humor with a love of puns, toilet humor and bring up sexual topics in non-sexual situations. Giggles everytime at the "hide under there/under where?" gag.

Eridan-Not really a laugher but does chuckle at hearing a good pun every once in a while.

Nepeta-Loves her puns and her small pranks like hiding kills in friend's pillows. Thinks pushing cups off tables is the height of comedy.

Equius-Enjoys gentlemanly Oscar Wilde-esque snark; also enjoys his share of puns.

Meenah-Loves puns, pain, people being in pain, breaking stuff, and Aranea's long-winded shaggy dog stories. She'll kill you if you tell anyone the last part though.

Vriska-No sense of humor. Does funny things, says funny stuff but has no timing, can't tell a joke to save her life and hates comedies.

Jane-Loves sitcoms, one-liners from detective dramas and verbal bathos.

Jake-Loves one-liners and pratfalls. As well as the good ribbing from any of his friends.

Roxy-Loves pranks, flirtations (even more than Rose, believe it or not) and coding humor.

Dirk-Very dark sense of humor and loves to keep people in the dark about how serious he is about any given topic; he likes it even more when even he doesn't know (re: his MLP obsession)

Aradia-Twisted sense of humor almost as dark as Dirk's; believes nothing's off the table and will only stop when her target audience tells her to, nothing more, nothing less.

Gamzee-Loves bad jokes and stupid sounds; will probably laugh at a joke without you having to finish it.

Damara-Sexual humor is her main weapon and everything is looking like a target; will do anything outside of actual battery to make her target uncomfortable.

Rufioh-Has a wide range of humor but seems to prefer observational comedy.

#homestuck confession #mod anu #headcanon anon!

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kittenpinkamations · 11 months

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do y’all give your ocs like specific senses of humour or nah

Madison loves puns, specifically space-related puns. Featherlight likes slapstick comedy but is also a fan of feghoots because they waste a lot of time. Coalfang’s humour is more fourth-wall breaking but in a sarcastic way because he reads alot & can point out specific tropes to current situations. Both Coal & Rain enjoy dark gallows humour.

#kitten types #my ocs

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thepjofanficarchive · 1 year

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Fanfic No. 20: The Disastrous Diety

Type of fic: Canon compliant, .3k words, humor, presumed oneshot rated K

“Feghoot. Demeter's children had no idea that the deck was so stacked against them…”

August 29, 2007

Characters: Mr. D and OCs

Length and format: This fic was very short but served the punchline at the end so it worked out well.

Content: The plot was mostly a build up to a punchline at the end so there was not much to delve into but seeing more of a ‘slice of life’ side of Camp Halfblood was something I enjoyed more than I thought I would.

Characterization: The characters in this fic were OCs so their characterization was fully up to author. Mr. D had such a small role as well that there wasn’t much to compare to his canon counterpart. However, none of this took away from enjoying the fic.

Reception: There are 24 reviews that are all positive and praising the punchline of the fic. There are also 15 favorites and 6 follows.

Author: Author Qoheleth is a seasoned fanfiction writer that we have archived before. The account states author is an “American male of mixed European extraction and legal voting age,” and has multiple accounts with work spread throughout. Author appears to be religious and invested in the quality of fanfiction based on his account. Upon closer inspection, the account name ‘Qohelehth’ is the Hebrew word for ‘preacher’ and the name of a king in the biblical book Ecclesiastes, of which the author has a quote from on their account, therefore author is most likely Jewish or Christian. AN gives the typical disclaimer but that is really it. Qoheleth is really showing his ability with oneshots and knows his limits. While this may be short, Qoheleth knows how to contain a story and get across what he wants. Account is still active as of 2022.

Impact: This is another fic I wish was longer, I really enjoy the domestic side of Camp Halfblood but I still enjoyed it for what it was.

We were able to hold an interview with Qoheleth, so look out for that in the future!

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