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pherre · 8 months
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inching ever closer
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sephstones · 1 month
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Writing Patterns - Hazbin Hotel Edition
Rules: List the first line of your last 10 (posted) fics and see if there's a pattern!
I wasn't specifically tagged, but I saw @eirenical doing this and it seemed like fun. I'm focusing it specifically on my Hazbin Hotel fic. I don't actually have 10 fics posted on ao3 for this fandom (yet) so I'm cheating and a lot of this will be unposted WIPs from my docs folder. Consider it a taste of what is (hopefully) to come! ;)
List the first sentence of your last 10 AO3 works.
The pain howled through her, screamed out of her for all of Heaven and Hell to hear.  (The Fall, Charlie/Vaggie, 5/10 chapters posted)
An angel was missing. (Second to None, Lute-centric fic, 3/4 chapters posted)
aaaand, that's it for what I've posted on ao3 so far. The rest of these are WIPs that still only exist in my docs:
“You know,” Charlie said, carefully fastening the ribbon into a bow, adjusting the ends and double knotting it at the center, "this isn't so different from what we saw this afternoon." (Trust Exercise, Charlie/Vaggie)
The woman's voice emanated from the television and weaved its way through the hotel, up one staircase and down another, twisting amongst the bottles behind the bar, wrapping around Vaggie's waist and sending shivers up her spine. (Working title 'The Music Lesson', Charlie/Vaggie, possibly other pairings TBD)
Charlie pressed her face into Vaggie's pillow, breathed in the familiar scent of Vaggie's hair. (Aftermath, Charlie/Vaggie)
Vaggie was still pacing their hotel room when Charlie returned from the zoo with the Seraph Emily in tow. (One Short Day, Charlie/Vaggie)
She loved when it felt like this between them, when Charlie was in the right mood to get a little rough with her, when Vaggie could test just how far she could go without breaking apart beneath Charlie's hands. (Unrestrained, Charlie/Vaggie)*
"Such an angel," Carmilla said with a smile. (Out for Love, Carmilla/Vaggie) *
"You can't be serious," Vaggie said, gripping tight to her spear as Charlie invited the smiling Emily and scowling Lute inside. (Working title 'The Saint of Joy', probably Emily/Lute and Charlie/Vaggie with some past Vaggie/Lute baggage, but still mostly brainstorming here, so could definitely change)
She realized her mistake far too late to save herself, just moments after she returned to a Hell with Lilith in it (Working title 'Overload', Lilith/Lute)
*this is the first sentence of what I currently have written, but probably won't remain the first sentence by the time the fic is finished.
Do you notice any patterns?
I'm awful at analyzing my own writing, but the first thing I noticed was that I tend toward relatively short first sentences? This left me very tempted to include more than one sentence for several of these, but I resisted!
I'm not going to tag anyone specifically, but if you think this looks like fun, I'd love to see your first lines too (and feel free to tag me if you do it!)
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icedmetaltea · 7 months
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Angry Sun time >:))))) (yet another warning for blood + angst here)
Taking a majority of my art off tumblr for now. Fuck AI
Turn the Other Cheek (3073 words) by IcedMetalTea Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Five Nights at Freddy's Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Characters: Sun (Five Nights at Freddy's), Reader Additional Tags: Violence, Rated For Violence, Heavy Angst, Oneshot, Revenge, Sun fucking losing it, gender-neutral pronouns for Y/N, Y/n is an irredeemable asshole, Ambiguous/Open Ending, Sun-centric (Five Nights at Freddy's), Moon is vaguely there for moral support lol Summary: Sun could not stop smiling. He wanted to, but he couldn’t, no matter how hard he tried.   He told himself to turn the other cheek, that some humans took longer to warm up to others. He’d be their best friend eventually, just knew it. Even if they still called him “robot” after a year. Even if they didn’t bother looking at him when he spoke to them. Even when they reminded him that he was replaceable, that if he didn’t work harder, they’d tell Management and he’d be shipped out to be disassembled and used for parts. It was all fine. They’d come around eventually.
Closeup of their pretty pretty smile below c:
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(like the only thing in this image I'm vaguely proud of and yet still kinda hate, like I redrew this fucker maybe 10 times and yet 〒▽〒)
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kintsugi-sun · 1 year
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time for my annual,,,remember that i have a tumblr account,,, 
this is whats living in my brain rent free now.
that is all.
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kevin-sedai · 8 months
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Okay, I'm caught up. Things I liked:
The weaves. I didn't think they were bad last season, but they seem much more organic, and I like that it's half coming from the channeler and half from their surroundings.
Verin
The Seanchan. They look the right amount of alien and intimidating. I love the vibe when the damane show up (I know). They walk onto the field and there's this mystery about them: who are these girls, why do they look like that, etc. And I loved Suroth.
Elayne Trakand. Exactly as I pictured her, Ceara really got this character down. "Oh, you can put those over there, thanks!<3" made me giggle quite a bit lol. And the general Legally Blonde "What like it's hard?" vibe she has is great lol
Natasha O'Keefe is nailing it. Again, exactly as I pictured her, like, Rafe bugged my brain and took my mental image out and found the actress that matched what I saw. Bonus that she is killing it. The "I'm not afraid of you" line was well timed.
Dónal Finn! He's picking up right where Barney left off! Loved when he motioned with his hands to the sound of the door locking and Liandrian walking away. Very Mat Cauthon. And I liked that in Nynaeve's test, he had a gash over his eye. Good foreshadowing! Also, I loved how he looked on a horse with a cape. Just saying.
Rand.
Nynaeve's test. The last arch was a tear jerker. They did so good with it! I liked how they made it go a little longer and dramatic by making her stay there for a little bit. Zoë is doing great!
That's really all I can think of now. But, so far I think they're doing well. It's keeping the spirit of the story, which I care about more. I can't wait for the rest!
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muzzleroars · 2 years
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[persona 5] [cyberpunk au]
a heartbeat for a tin man
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ceaseless-enemy · 8 months
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Men
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bitegore · 1 year
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Commission for @biteandblades on Twitter! Fucking psyched to get to post this, I had so much fun working on it!
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10moonymhrivertam · 1 year
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First Lines
Rules: Post the first lines of your last 10 fics posted to AO3 (Sort by date posted.) If you have less than 10 fics posted, post what you have!
Ahhh @spiritofcamelot thank you for the tag! Sometimes these games get lost in the Shadow Realm of my drafts...but not today, dangit!
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1. When he finally introduces Hob to the rest of the family, after two more centuries of friendship and another of courting, he doesn’t anticipate how much Hob and Delirium will click. (Passing the Baton)
2. It was a dreamy sort of night off. (Persistance (oh, what a way to find out I misspelled that title oof))
3. It is perfectly reasonable for Dream to track snakes in his vicinity. (Perfectly Reasonable)
4. "Couldn't breathe," Hob croaked into his coat, clinging to him. (Aye, But You Could Be Hurt, Or...)
5. Rose was still frowning at the papers in her hand as she opened the door. (Guests at the Table)
6. “Okay!” Nemuri took a seat at Oboro’s feet, spreading her lunch out before her. “Am I footing food money or arcade money tonight?” (I’ll Cover You)
7. [Umbrella Academy deadname warning; written pre-s3 release; set pre-transition]  “How are you doing, Vanya?” She wanted to ignore Mom so bad. The softness of her tone stung. But...it was Mom. (All Aboard)
8. “So. How badly do you want to stay on the downlow? Because we have to make a choice here.” (Fresh Wounds, Healing)
9. “Hey, hey, hey!” Hizashi hollered, bursting through the door. “Sorry we’re late - hours at the station get weird on break.” (A Boyfriend and a Girlfriend Walk Into a Staff Meeting...)
10. “Absolutely not.” (Don’t Kick The Seats)
I’m also going to indulge myself with a bonus because it just misses my favorite and also one that’s more popular than the MidEraserMic ones. 😅
11. “Dandelion, come here before I go.” Renfri held out her arms, and Julian dashed forward, snuggling into her. (The Princess’ Son (Ba, Ba))
I need to collect some better title ideas, I think XD Princess’ Son is just from having Fishmonger’s Daughter stuck in my head when I had to title it. Thankfully I do have a title picked out if I ever get around to that overhaul I’ve got planned. I will be stealing from TAD :P
Tagging: @acedragontype @thebestworstidea @themirokai @airiervessel @greenninjagal-blog @avelera @wyvernquill
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acidbathcat · 8 months
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I like and reblog a lot of ur posts. Why dont you follow me back?
if i don’t follow you back you probably post too much of something i don’t want to see on my dash. or reblog only posts i’ve already seen 1000 times. or i did follow you but you posted something that pissed me off. or i never did and it didn’t occur to me to check your blog because unless you interact with me personally, i won’t remember your url.
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lafortis · 4 months
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drunk off anything in particular?
Lemme think uhhh
1. Henny and Pineapple
2. Espresso Martini
3. Espresso Martini
4. Crown and Coke
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tenderlambkin · 1 year
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I'm Lamb. She/her. 30+
I don't need an exact age but please confirm you're 18+ in your bio or sticky!
While most of this blog is silly, there is sometimes violence and dark sexual content (blood, noncon, psychological horror) from fandoms. Don't hesitate to unfollow/block this account if you feel the need. We're cool and take care ✌️
I love suggestions and finding new things! If you think I might like something please share it with me! 🥰
Fandom tags, should you wish to filter something out:
- Bloodborne, Dark Souls, Sekiro, Elden Ring, Demon Souls - btd, tpof, ykmet (Boyfriend To Death, The Price of Flesh, You Kill Me Every Time) - bg3 (Baldur's Gate 3)
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fossilizations · 5 months
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sizing is so ridiculous. was just on the phone w my sister and discovered that my perfect jeans r size 28 levis and hers r size 29 free people but i’m usually a 2 and she’s an 8/10. none of this is real
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cinamun · 1 year
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I didn't see 45% yet if I missed please disregard this is for the Drakes and Jerri please. Oh and Jayce lol sorry lol. I want to know for all of them lol.
LMFAO okay let's see *cracks knuckles*
45%. What's something that turns this character on?And what's a definite turn-off? (non-sexual)
The Drakes:
Indya - Big arms, deep voice, bravado and money (turn off = brokeness)
Darren - loyalty, his wife's smile, long manicured nails (turn off = a pushover, weakness in general)
DJ - Deep, dark brown skin, a funny persona (turn off = a know-it-all)
Dira - expensive cars, muscles (turn off = brokeness)
Hope - his smile, his warmth, a caring nature, a listener (turn off = know-it-alls, bad hygeine)
The Non-Drakes:
Jayce - intelligence, humor, beautiful eyes and soft skin (turn off = liars)
Jerri - pretty smile, a rider, big ass hair, street smart (turnoff = bitchassness)
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characteroulette · 2 years
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Actually I know it's a lil weird but I wanna ramble about Redwall for a bit
(cut so this ain't a long post)
It's really fitting how both Martin and Matthais were both just random kids in the eyes of Redwall. (Well, Mossflower in Martin's case.) Like we know Martin's origins and where he came from and even who his dad is, but to those who live in the Mossflower area he's just a plucky kid who shows up out of nowhere, gets jailed by Queen Tsarmina, then fights himself nearly to death in order to overthrow her. Meanwhile, Matthais is a kid who grew up at Redwall with uncertain origins and ends up being Martin's ancestor / reincarnation?? This kid outta nowhere really got a whole plot puzzle dumped on him and then ended up a hero hahaha.
On that note, I don't think I'll ever forget Matthais' name or call him that because of those puzzles. In my head he is always first and foremost "I, am that is". (Which is followed always by "My sword will wield for me" that part stuck in my head it lives there thanks Brian Jacques)
I have forgotten a lot though, like I don't remember a lot of other notable character names unfortunately. I remember Chickenhound, Cluny the Scourge, and that's about it. Is there a notable Mole character? The moles have always been my favourite, I love their chill and soft cadences while also possessing their big ol' claws, but they all had the same voice in my head so telling them apart was hard. (For that matter, their accent was hard to interpret at times, but that's a dyslexic thing.)
The Hares and Squirrels gotta be my second favourites, though it is a little strange that both were warrior races. Squirrels always being ready to throw down while Hares are master tacticians (and big eaters) is a lot of fun, though. It just makes sense. And I think the one hare and the mom squirrel became good friends in one book? (Can't remember if Mossflower or Redwall) and I adored that.
Hey actual Badgers are not that peaceful. It's weird that all male badgers were lords of the forge and fighters while the females were usually matriarchal and capable of fighting, but usually super nurturing. If one of the later books had a female lord of the forge that's sick as hell but where is my male badger wetnurse. (Sunstripe is another name I will remember forever. I think he was the son of the Redwall mother? And they found that out in Mattimeo?? I really have to reread these books.)
Yo shoutout to my girl Mariel for getting blasted onto the scene by choosing violence as her answer to most things. Girl woke up on a beach with amnesia, found a rope with a knot at the end, and scared off the seagulls looking to eat her with only that and then screamed into the ocean that she was gonna fuck shit up. We stan a legend I love her forever.
That's all the memories I got. I love this series it carried me through middle school ;w;
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Untitled Werewolf Story : Panic in the Woods
I found this in my WIPs and hey, I think its complete enough. ^-^
CW/TW : panic attack, references to past lab whump, dissociation, auditory hallucinations.
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He curled up tight in the alcove. His breath was rapid and his heart beating as fast as the rabbit he was chasing. Not that he could remember where it went, or how long ago it was that he stopped hunting.
Time made little sense on a good day and was meaningless the rest of the time. It was morning when he started out, but now it was dark. Or were his eyes just closed? A whine rose up through his throat and he shakily pulled his snout closer with his paws. He had to keep quiet, whines were a sound of weakness.
A low buzzing hum filled his ears, ever present and vying for attention like an insistent pup. Through the din of the noise he heard ghosts of instruments he wished never to see again. Even if the images didn't float through his vision he could still feel them. Tearing open his flesh, spreading heat or ice through his veins, restraining every limb, manipulating his body to a whim that was not his own.
His muscles twitched and ached, he pressed his back harder against the stone behind him to ease the pain. Phantom jolts raced their way from behind his ears and danced their way down to the tip of his tail.
Was the ground real or was the straps and metal table? Did he hear leaves in the wind or the shuffling of clothes? Was it the white noise again or just a hive of bees nearby? Was he due for adjustment or had he become lost in his mind again?
He could not tell how long he remained laying there, writhing, whining, and pleading to monsters less mythical than he was. But when his heart started to slow and he was able to finally fill his lungs with air, his muscles began to untangle themselves. He went limp as the ring in his ears started to fade in volume.
The trees nearby shifted as if he was dreaming, the ground pulsating slowly, the sounds a bit far away. How could he tell if what he saw was real? He was sure he had run through the wood, but he had been sure of lots of things, before they shattered in front of his eyes.
He needed her to find him, to tell him that the ground was real, that this time and place was real, that he was real. But would she know to check the lab? Or in the alcove? Or maybe he never left the cabin and she would find him nearby…
His thoughts continued to slip and slide until his exhaustion caught up. His eyes drifted closed and hid the world from him. It was less painful if the images where gone when he woke, he didn't want to be disappointed again that he wasn't truly free.
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