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skye-penderwick · 1 year
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So I love Rosalind and batty's relationship. So could you maybe write a story about their relationship? You could do a long story or one shots but I would just really love to see a fanfiction about their relationship. I'm going through a really hard time and this all I'm asking
Took me a little longer to finally be able to sit down and write like I wanted to but now we're here. This little convo takes place after the events of In Spring.
Rosalind placed the last of her clothes in her suitcase. She stepped back and looked around her room. It was a little more sparse than it had been, most of her important things being in her dorm in Rhode Island.
Strange how much of her life was there now. But Cameron would always be home. Her family was here. The house she grew up in. Tommy.
Oh, how she was kicking herself for thinking there was anyone else out there for her but him.
Rosalind sighed and knelt down to zip up her suitcase. She was trying to leave in a few hours and if she got everything figured out now she’d have a little more time to sit and talk to her family.
Just as she had gotten the zipper around, she heard a little knock at the door.
“Come in.”
The door slowly opened and Batty shyly peered out from behind.
Rosalind smiled. While it was a little taboo to say, Batty had always been her favorite sister. She was just so sweet and innocent. They had a bond forged from years of care and Batty seeing Rosalind as the sister who always wanted her around.
“Hey Batty. What’s up?”
Batty stared at the ground and rung her hands together. “I was wanting to talk to you about something.”
“Sure.” Rosalind stood up and sat on her bed. She patted the spot next to her and Batty sat down.
Batty took a deep breath. “Why did you have to go so far away?”
Rosalind blinked. “What?”
“Why did have to go to Rhode Island? You could’ve stayed here in Cameron. Why are you leaving?”
“Oh Batty.” How could she explain to her sister she needed to leave, to get away from the responsibility that had a chokehold on her here. How could she explain that to the sister she basically raised and had gone through hell the past few weeks? “Cameron will always be my home. But I need to find who I am outside of Cameron.”
“Is that why you broke up with Tommy?”
“Partly. If anything, that stupid decision taught me that I never truly will leave.”
Batty nodded. “I missed you a lot. And you seemed like a different person.”
Rosalind reached out and pulled her sister into a hug. “I missed you too Battikins. And I’m sorry if I was someone you didn’t recognize. I’m still the same me. But you know that people change. You don’t notice it when you’re with them everyday but I don’t see you everyday anymore, do I?” Rosalind gave a dry laugh. “I’m sorry I left you, but I’ll always be there for you. You know I’m always a phone call away right?”
“Yeah. But a phone call doesn’t hug me or bake brownies.”
“I know. And phone call doesn’t let me see your concerts or sit in on your practices. But I’ll be back for the summer okay?”
“Ok.” Batty looked up and Rosalind and blinked tears out of her eyes.
“I love you Batty. That will never change.”
“I love you too.”
“Do you want to help me finish packing? I might have time to make some brownies for everyone before I leave.”
Batty nodded and hopped off the bed. They worked in tandem putting the rest of Rosalind’s stuff into her backpack and loading up the car.
Rosalind watched as her little sister worked alongside her. She knew leaving her would be difficult, but maybe she didn’t realize how difficult. But Batty would understand one day. She was already talking about touring and playing concerts. But before then, Rosalind was going to be there for her sister, even if it was from a few hours away.
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justsasuke · 9 months
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Team Taka Matsuri Day 1 (not following the prompt): The Circus AU "Cirque de mer"
A new attraction has appeared in the mythical circus that only appears at the stroke of midnight under a new moon, and it's reported to be none other than a creature from the depths whose bone marrow is rumored to be able to cure any disease. In which Suigetsu is a merman, Karin is a necromancer, Sasuke has secret powers, and Juugo is the unfortunate dock worker who gets caught up in their dangerous quest to take down the biggest threat to people like them: Danzo (who is a power hungry, elitist monger). Don't worry, Juugo and Sasuke still fall in love it's just not the main focus of the story
-- I've been sitting on this one for a while and figured now is as good a time as any to let it free. It's still in developmental stages (it's been there forever lol) but here's a snipped anyway because I want to share:
"You're from that strange circus on the edge of town". It wasn't a question. "Why on earth would you think that?" Karin snapped. Juugo shrugged and went back to stacking the large sacks of grain on top of each other. "No one dresses like that around here" Karin was about to protest, opening her mouth and then closing it again. She glanced at Sasuke, waiting for him to lead them elsewhere since the tall man clearly wasn't going to be helpful. She was surprised when Sasuke stepped forward. "Maybe you can help us," he started "we're new to this city and need someone to show us around". He was using the voice he used to persuade their audience to cooperate with the show when they wanted to back out. It was a tone no one had resisted yet. Juugo didn't look up. "There's a tour company on Main Street" He wasn't unfriendly, but he also wasn't enthusiastic about getting himself involved with strangers. clearly. "It will be worth your while" Sasuke tried. Juugo dropped the last sack and straightened, looking each of them over before meeting Sasuke's gaze. "How. didn't you guys run away?" he rested his large hands on his hips "the way I see it, I have a lot more than you do right now" Sasuke clenched his jaw to keep himself from rolling his eyes. this man was difficult. "Look," Suigetsu spoke up, stepping out from behind Sasuke. He moved forward with difficulty, the volume of the fabric around his legs and ankles from the borrowed skirt tripping him up even though he was doing his best to hoist the fabric away. "just let us stay with you for one night and then we'll be gone" Juugo exhaled forcefully and ran a hand through his thick, wheat colored hair, glancing up at the sky. He supposed one night wouldn't be bad... "Fine," he consented finally. you could hear the resignation in his voice. "But I don't have space for one lady to sleep comfortably, much less two" Everyone blinked back at him. "Two ladies?" Suigetsu looked around, confused, before he realized what it was he was wearing. "Oh no. no no no. I'm not a lady." he waved both hands in front of him as if it would help dispel the misunderstanding faster. "I'm just. . .borrowing some clothes" Sasuke rolled his eyes. "We left in a hurry" he explained, not that that really explained anything. Juugo made an 'ah' face but said nothing, deciding not to ask any further. "I can take it off". Suigetsu moved to the buttons on the front of the borrowed dress and began to undo them "No--" Sasuke, Karin and Juugo all chorused. "please leave it on"
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butchfalin · 5 months
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the funniest meltdown ive ever had was in college when i got so overstimulated that i could Not speak, including over text. one of my friends was trying to talk me through it but i was solely using emojis because they were easier than trying to come up with words so he started using primarily emojis as well just to make things feel balanced. this was not the Most effective strategy... until. he tried to ask me "you okay?" but the way he chose to do that was by sending "👉🏼👌🏼❓" and i was so shocked by suddenly being asked if i was dtf that i was like WHAT???? WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?????????? and thus was verbal again
#yeehaw#1k#5k#10k#posts that got cursed. blasted. im making these tag updates after... 19 hours?#also i have been told it should say speech loss bc nonverbal specifically refers to the permanent state. did not know that!#unfortunately i fear it is so far past containment that even if i edited it now it would do very little. but noted for future reference#edit 2: nvm enough ppl have come to rb it from me directly that i changed the wording a bit. hopefully this makes sense#also. in case anyone is curious. though i doubt anyone who is commenting these things will check the original tags#1) my friend did not do this on purpose in any way. it was not intended to distract me or to hit on me. im a lesbian hes a gay man. cmon now#he felt very bad about it afterwards. i thought it was hilarious but it was very embarrassed and apologetic#2) “why didn't he use 🫵🏼?” didn't exist yet. “why didn't he use 🆗?” dunno! we'd been using a lot of hand emojis. 👌🏼 is an ok sign#like it makes sense. it was just a silly mixup. also No i did not invent 👉🏼👌🏼 as a gesture meaning sex. do you live under a rock#3) nonspeaking episodes are a recurring thing in my life and have been since i was born. this is not a quirky one-time thing#it is a pervasive issue that is very frustrating to both myself and the people i am trying to communicate with. in which trying to speak is#extremely distressing and causes very genuine anguish. this post is not me making light of it it's just a funny thing that happened once#it's no different than if i post about a funny thing that happened in conjunction w a physical disability. it's just me talking abt my life#i don't mind character tags tho. those can be entertaining. i don't know what any of you are talking about#Except the ppl who have said this is pego/ryu or wang/xian. those people i understand and respect#if you use it as a writing prompt that's fine but send it to me. i want to see it#aaaand i think that's it. everyday im tempted to turn off rbs on it. it hasn't even been a week
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sylvies-kablooie · 3 months
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i do unironically think the best artists of our generation are posting to get 20 notes and 3 reblogs btw. that fanfic with like 45 kudos is some of the best stuff ever written. those OCs you carry around have some of the richest backstories and worldbuilding someone has ever seen. please do not think that reaching only a few people when you post means your art isn't worth celebrating.
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so-many-ocs · 4 months
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[on the verge of having a complete breakdown] i need to make some kind of list or perhaps sort things into categories
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sanguinarysanguinity · 7 months
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Expanding a thought from a conversation this morning:
In general, I think "Is X out-of-character?" is not a terribly useful question for a writer. It shuts down possibility, and interesting directions you could take a character.
A better question, I believe, is "What would it take for Character to do X?" What extremity would she find herself in, where X starts to look like a good idea? What loyalties or fears leave him with X as his only option? THAT'S where a potentially interesting story lies.
In practice, I find that you can often justify much more from a character than you initially dreamed you could: some of my best stories come from "What might drive Character to do [thing he would never do]?" As long as you make it clear to the reader what the hell pushed your character to this point, you've got the seed of a compelling story on your hands.
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linipikk · 8 months
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Aziraphale shielding Crowley from water
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and Crowley shielding Aziraphale from fire
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inkskinned · 9 months
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because sometimes there are invisible tests and invisible rules and you're just supposed to ... know the rule. someone you thought of as a friend asks you for book recommendations, so you give her a list of like 30 books, each with a brief blurb and why you like it. later, you find out she screenshotted the list and send it out to a group chat with the note: what an absolute freak can you believe this. you saw the responses: emojis where people are rolling over laughing. too much and obsessive and actually kind of creepy in the comments. you thought you'd been doing the right thing. she'd asked, right? an invisible rule: this is what happens when you get too excited.
you aren't supposed to laugh at your own jokes, so you don't, but then you're too serious. you're not supposed to be too loud, but then people say you're too quiet. you aren't supposed to get passionate about things, but then you're shy, boring. you aren't supposed to talk too much, but then people are mad when you're not good at replying.
you fold yourself into a prettier paper crane. since you never know what is "selfish" and what is "charity," you give yourself over, fully. you'd rather be empty and over-generous - you'd rather eat your own boundaries than have even one person believe that you're mean. since you don't know what the thing is that will make them hate you, you simply scrub yourself clean of any form of roughness. if you are perfect and smiling and funny, they can love you. if you are always there for them and never admit what's happening and never mention your past and never make them uncomfortable - you can make up for it. you can earn it.
don't fuck up. they're all testing you, always. they're tolerating you. whatever secret club happened, over a summer somewhere - during some activity you didn't get to attend - everyone else just... figured it out. like they got some kind of award or examination that allowed them to know how-to-be-normal. how to fit. and for the rest of your life, you've been playing catch-up. you've been trying to prove that - haha! you get it! that the joke they're telling, the people they are, the manual they got- yeah, you've totally read it.
if you can just divide yourself in two - the lovable one, and the one that is you - you can do this. you can walk the line. they can laugh and accept you. if you are always-balanced, never burdensome, a delight to have in class, champagne and glittering and never gawky or florescent or god-forbid cringe: you can get away with it.
you stare at your therapist, whom you can make jokes with, and who laughs at your jokes, because you are so fucking good at people-pleasing. you smile at her, and she asks you how you're doing, and you automatically say i'm good, thanks, how are you? while the answer swims somewhere in your little lizard brain:
how long have you been doing this now? mastering the art of your body and mind like you're piloting a puppet. has it worked? what do you mean that all you feel is... just exhausted. pick yourself up, the tightrope has no net. after all, you're cheating, somehow, but nobody seems to know you actually flunked the test. it's working!
aren't you happy yet?
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lazylittledragon · 5 months
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made a sticker for anyone to slap onto their work if they need to
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the fact that shakespeare was a playwright is sometimes so funny to me. just the concept of the "greatest writer of the English language" being a random 450-year-old entertainer, a 16th cent pop cultural sensation (thanks in large part to puns & dirty jokes & verbiage & a long-running appeal to commoners). and his work was made to be watched not read, but in the classroom teachers just hand us his scripts and say "that's literature"
just...imagine it's 2450 A.D. and English Lit students are regularly going into 100k debt writing postdoc theses on The Simpsons screenplays. the original animation hasn't even been preserved, it's literally just scripts and the occasional SDH subtitles.txt. they've been republished more times than the Bible
#due to the Great Data Decay academics write viciously argumentative articles on which episodes aired in what order#at conferences professors have known to engage in physically violent altercations whilst debating the air date number of household viewers#90% of the couch gags have been lost and there is a billion dollar trade in counterfeit “lost copies”#serious note: i'll be honest i always assumed it was english imperialism that made shakespeare so inescapable in the 19th/20th cent#like his writing should have become obscure at the same level of his contemporaries#but british imperialists needed an ENGLISH LANGUAGE (and BRITISH) writer to venerate#and shakespeare wrote so many damn things that there was a humongous body of work just sitting there waiting to be culturally exploited...#i know it didn't happen like this but i imagine a English Parliament House Committee Member For The Education Of The Masses or something#cartoonishly stumbling over a dusty cobwebbed crate labelled the Complete Works of Shakespeare#and going 'Eureka! this shall make excellent propoganda for fabricating a national identity in a time of great social unrest.#it will be a cornerstone of our elitist educational institutions for centuries to come! long live our decaying empire!'#'what good fortune that this used to be accessible and entertaining to mainstream illiterate audience members...#..but now we can strip that away and make it a difficult & alienating foundation of a Classical Education! just like the latin language :)'#anyway maybe there's no such thing as the 'greatest writer of x language' in ANY language?#maybe there are just different styles and yes levels of expertise and skill but also a high degree of subjectivity#and variance in the way that we as individuals and members of different cultures/time periods experience any work of media#and that's okay! and should be acknowledged!!! and allow us to give ourselves permission to broaden our horizons#and explore the stories of marginalized/underappreciated creators#instead of worshiping the List of Top 10 Best (aka Most Famous) Whatevers Of All Time/A Certain Time Period#anyways things are famous for a reason and that reason has little to do with innate “value”#and much more to do with how it plays into the interests of powerful institutions motivated to influence our shared cultural narratives#so i'm not saying 'stop teaching shakespeare'. but like...maybe classrooms should stop using it as busy work that (by accident or designs)#happens to alienate a large number of students who could otherwise be engaging critically with works that feel more relevant to their world#(by merit of not being 4 centuries old or lacking necessary historical context or requiring untaught translation skills)#and yeah...MAYBE our educational institutions could spend less time/money on shakespeare critical analysis and more on...#...any of thousands of underfunded areas of literary research i literally (pun!) don't know where to begin#oh and p.s. the modern publishing world is in shambles and it would be neat if schoolwork could include modern works?#beautiful complicated socially relevant works of literature are published every year. it's not just the 'classics' that have value#and actually modern publications are probably an easier way for students to learn the basics. since lesson plans don't have to include the#important historical/cultural context many teens need for 20+ year old media (which is older than their entire lived experience fyi)
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ebonyheartnet · 4 months
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-Recording begins-
Spider-Man: Hi folks! I’d like to give a PSA to my usual villains, and anyone else with ideas for the next two months.
Spider-Man: *holds up a brick sized lump of metal* See this? It’s titanium!
Spider-Man: *starts flattening it out and shaping it*
Spider-Man: See, we all know that I’m crazy strong, but I never wanna really hurt anybody right? Right. While that hasn’t changed, something very important does right around this time of year.
Spider-Man: *pulls off a glove and pulls a chunk into a long stem with his nails carving lines for added texture*
Spider-Man: See, this is what we like to call exam season. Anybody who knows anything about college can tell you that it drives people up the wall, and I already climb mine when I’m antsy.
Spider-Man: *starts winding the thin sheet around the stem, delicately crimping petals in place*
Spider-Man: I do wanna be clear that this isn’t a threat, okay? I’m still not interested in crossing the line, which brings me to my point.
Spider-Man: *throws the titanium rose at the brick wall behind him, stem first, and embeds it all the way through*
Spider-Man: /That/ was restrained because I could focus enough to have full control. If I’m extremely tired or otherwise distracted, there’s just as much risk of me slipping up as someone operating heavy machinery. I’m probably not going to remember what sleep is for two whole months, so remember!
Spider-Man: *pulls out a brick and snaps it like a cookie*
Peter fucking Parker: Don’t.
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lgbtlunaverse · 7 months
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Nothing will dispell the "the curtains were just blue" myth faster than writing something yourself, because the amount of pretentious symbolism i am putting in my silly little fanfics is ridiculous. I mean SO much with these words, literally every single one of them. This fic has twenty five typos and zero correct uses of punctuation but if there's curtains you bet your ass I put thought into what colour they were.
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jennycalendar · 6 months
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another cool thing is when you devour a book over the course of a handful of hours and it fucks you up and you just have to lie on the couch feeling like your brain went swimming for too long & only just came up from under the water. art is so good
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buginateacup · 8 months
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Every single fic update there is an author trying frantically to find the right balance between a nonchalant aside of "leave a comment if you enjoyed =)" and clinging desperately to the coat tails of a random stranger, dragging along behind them on the street wailing "Please, please! I have to know what you thought! I'm desperate to talk to people about this! Ask me about the alliterative repetition! Ask me about the symbolism!"
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bizarrelittlemew · 1 year
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Are you frustrated you can't leave second kudos on AO3? or third kudos? or whatever-who's-counting kudos?
Well, have I got the html for you!
Plop any of these in a comment (by copy&pasting the code) to make an author's day and show your appreciation!
Second kudos: <img src="https://i.ibb.co/tHMjbb6/second-kudos.png" alt="second kudos">
Third kudos: <img src="https://i.ibb.co/52bggQH/third-kudos.png" alt="third kudos">
nth kudos: <img src="https://i.ibb.co/6y7qGtC/nth-kudos.png" alt="nth kudos">
yet another kudos: <img src="https://i.ibb.co/wKtcj0s/yet-another-kudos.png" alt="yet another kudos">
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It will look something like this (and will be transparent with white outline on dark backgrounds):
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Feel free to spread and use these as much as you like! (and if you have ideas for other variations, let me know ✌️)
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theoldaeroplane · 8 months
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worried that thing you put in your art or writing or game or music is too self-indulgent, too self-referential, too niche for anyone but yourself? fear not! you can do whatever you want forever. and you should.
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