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WIP Round-Up
Tagged by: @deputyash @fadedjacket @shallow-gravy @just-mint-to-be -- thank you, much love to you all! 🤗🥰
Tagging (optional as always): Everyone back, as well as @weekend-writer @starsandskies @words-and-seeds @littlegoldfinchh @chyrstis @chazz-anova @derelictheretic and anyone else that wants to do it.
Rules: Post the names of all the files in your wip folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! Tag as many people as you have WIPS or how many you want
A/N: Oof been a while… depression is wild, y’all. Anyway, gonna count this towards WIP day tags as I’ve not really been working on anything lately, only occasionally jotting notes and things down.
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Another fight scene attempt
Platonic (Yandere maybe) Genshin Impact ideas - Neuvillette
The Cold of a Steel Heart (Yandere robot/AI)
Yandere x Reader - Comfort
In The Arms of Comfort (FF14)
Copy of Home - FF14 thing
Platonic Star Rail - Welt
Final Hour - FF14
***: Weapon Description/Story #1
Walls; monster idea
#really into platonic stuff atm#found family for the win#shame i can't find motivation to write any of it down#also not an extensive list#literally just stuff done in the last few months#if we looked at all my wips we'd be going back years#and i'm not prepared for that level of shame#also much MUCH love to those that still tag me in these things#it's nice to know i've not been completely forgotten ya know?#even if i am terrible at responding... 😓#it's still greatly appreciated all the same 💖#tagged#tag game#wip day#wip roundup#deputyash#fadedjacket#shallow-gravy#just-mint-to-be
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"Beautiful Writing and Good Plot" Compilation Part 1
"Beautiful Writing and Good Plot" Compilation Part 1
We got a request at some point for stories with "beautiful writing and good plot" and I missed it back then, but here's my compilation, just from going through my bookmarks and looking for key words like *beautifully written, *lyrical, *epic, etc. So, in absolutely no particular order, please enjoy! [And feel free to list your own, and we'll do a Part 2 Compilation for all of yours as well!] ~ mojo
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take me back to a time by DizziDreams (T, 144k, wangxian, my bookmark, PODFIC) - lwj time travels to modern wwx
❤️Dignity and Animality by Anielka (G, 37k, wangxian, my post) - wwx is reincarnated as a rabbit for the 13-year interval: watership down fusion... not necessary to be familiar with watership down
hills and rivers by LtLJ (T, 70k, wangxian, 4 works, my post) - post canon wwx settling into his new life with appropriate drama and angst
help is on the way by Vamillepudding (M, 15k, wangxian, my post) - dreamy, shadowy fairy tale feel about lwj crumbling/recovery in wake of yiling patriarch's dramatic demise... happy ending!
wide enough and wild by impossibletruths (E, 64k, wangxian, my post) - Noping Out Of Society With Your Boyfriend And Your 50 Wen Refugees: The Novel
❤️We'd roll and fall in green by x_los (E, 27k, wangxian, WIP, my post, 2 works, series in progress) - in which canon wwx was always a girl
Vagabond by xantissa (E, 65k, wangxian, my post) - post canon case fic
❤️The Fire Lapping Up the Creek by notevenyou (E, 66k, wangxian, my post) - seriously injured wwx after Qiongqi Path canon divergence: lwj caretakes
❤️A Burning Cold by MountainRose (G, 29k, child wei wuxian, my bookmark) - child wwx barely survives homelessness, is chronically ill, and all of canon is slightly different
❤️Dream a little dream of me by Moominmammashandbag (M, 60k, wangxian, my bookmark) - fix it where wwx never dies, he was imprisoned by the Jin and now is rescued
other earths and skies by binghecarer (T, 54k, wangxian, my bookmark) - East of the Sun, West of the Moon fairy tale au
mercy, tear it down. by orange_crushed (E, 33k, wangxian, my post) - wangxian find peace during Sunshot with dom/sub
and his wanting grows teeth by yukla (T, 25k, wangxian, my post) - au where wwx grows up outside the cultivation world but lwj finds him anyway, casefic
the red dark shifting by typefortydeductions (E, 16k, wangxian, my post) - Star Trek, Tarsus IV au
Imperfect Memory by xantissa (E, 62k, wangxian, my post) - war prize lwj au
❤️爱不释手; never let me go by yiqie (E, 69k, wangxian, my post) - post canon case fic
two guys r in love thats literally it by victortor (M, 11k, wangxian, my post) - time travel fix it
seldom all they seem by Fahye (E, 25k, wangxian, my post) - in which wangxian have been betrothed since childhood
come morning light by wolframvonbielefeld (maknaeline) (E, 17k, wangxian, my post) - canon and post-canon, grief, character studies and healing
bring you home by Alasse_Irena (T, 28k, wangxian, my post) - modern au with grief and ptsd and healing
in your skin by darkredloveknot (enheduane) E, 10k, wangxian, my post) - post canon case fic with a little body horror
Grave of a Living God by Gotcocomilk (T, 35k, wangxian, my post) - wwx time travels... but ends up in wen ruohan's clutches
From my heart's ground. by orange_crushed (E, 38k, wangxian, my bookmark) - lwj learns a new cultivation in the 13 years interval
set your old heart free by words-writ-in-starlight (Gunmetal_Crown) (E, 42k, wangxian, my post, 6 works) - canon and post-canon feels and catharsis
❤️As It Should Be by kuro (M, 37k, wangxian, my post) - arranged marriage angst
❤️Ribbons and Heartsongs by jeyhawk (E, 37k, wangxian, my post) - kind of a mesh between space/fantasy/urban fantasy AU
Concerning Rabbits by manta (G, 28k, wangxian, my post) - grief and healing, bunnies and friendships
between the shadow and the soul by cl410 (M, 22k, wangxian, jiang siblings, my post) - post burial mounds wwx is feral and needs help, dreamy fairy tale feel
A Lot of Edges Called Perhaps by hansbekhart (E, 22k, wangxian, my post) post canon getting together
Lost and Found by dea_liberty (M, 36k, wangxian, my post) - post canon healing, but maybe not *plotty*
Yúyīn 餘音 by riotintheheartt (E, 18k, wangxian, my post) - au with god lan wangji and amputee wwx hiding/living in his temple
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Under 10k (so maybe slightly less plotty)
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After by tellthemstories (G, 5k, lan sizhui & lan wangji, my post) - parent-child relationship, grief and healing, 13 years
tonight i can write the saddest lines by sarahyyy (G, 4k, wangxian, my post) - amnesiac lwj learns to love wwx all over again, post canon
the field meets the wood by astronicht (T, 8k, wangxian, my bookmark) - horror with serving of yiling patriarch retribution
you, whose heart would sing of anarchy by doodlebutt (T, 9k, zhuiyi, my bookmark) - #sizhui has full custody of the brain cell; and #rule breaking as a love language
how to tame a dragon by lanwineji (E, 6k, chengyi, my post) - Spirited Away au where lan jingyi trips into another world and discovers jiang cheng
The Feathers in the Thread by deliciousblizzardshark (M, 4k, wangxian, my bookmark) - The Crane Wife fairy tale au
Buried in the Sky, Hallowed by thy Depths by themunchking (T, 9k, wangxian, my post) - in which the Twin Jades are sirens
the sleeper's gift by iliacquer (T, 6k, wangxian, my post) - fairy tale au inspired by Maleficent
the shadow of a name in skin by iliacquer (E, 9k, wangxian, my post) - amnesiac yiling patriarch, fairy tale feel
❤️tie a knife with a ribbon by iliacquer (E, 5k, wangxian, my post) - war prize lwj au, there is some plot with the pwp
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(Please REBLOG as a signal boost for these hard-working authors if you like – or think others might like – these stories.)
#wangxian fic rec#wangxian#mdzs#the untamed#epic wangxian stories#beautiful writing and good plot#wangxianficfinder compilation post#beautiful writing and good plot compilation#epic mdzs stories#long post
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@spookyspecterino @fangbangerghoul @bearlytolerant
WIP Wednesday! Let's do it!
This one's living up here, rent free in a triplex, along with Chant from Hadestown.
Ng+ spoilers.
It's just a sketch for a first chapter, but let's go!
Btw, it's about a Starborn that did everything to go back.
Lover everything I do, I do it for the love of you.
I've been travelling for… so long I lost count. Searching, looking, everywhere.
My hands are bloody. My emotions are all but gone. I don't even bother anymore. Not with trying to meet the new versions, with seeing them die.
I tried, I think. Once, long ago, when all of this started. I wanted to move on, to continue with my life, fix the mistakes I couldn't fix before.
But this is the last jump I'll ever take. I'll resign. Find an empty planet and live there the rest of my days. Or end it all before that. I just know that I can't stay in this universe a moment longer.
I close my eyes, remembering him. The reason I jumped in the first place. He told me to. He said, promised, that we'd find eachother again. That he'd love me in every universe.
I laugh at that last one. There's still a scar on my stomach from one of the meetings we had. One that Sam never had Cora. That he still loved Lillian.
I'm broken now. My only guiding light is, was, to find him randomly across the universes. The Unity said he would eventually jump in, he'd come looking for me.
It's been millennia, and I'm no longer sure.
So, one more jump. One last try.
The lights are blinding, and the sights were once mesmerising. They lost their beauty for me so long ago.
I make my way back to New Atlantis. One last time.
There's something hauntingly familiar as I walk through the spaceport to the Lodge. Something that tells me I've been here before. I've been to this version.
I step into the Lodge, waiting to meet Sarah, have her asking me about the artifacts. I prepare myself for Walter snark comments and Matteo's awe.
But that's not what I see.
The first thing I see is a familiar cowboy hat. Sam.
I hold back from jumping at him, no matter how much I want to and it breaks what's left of my heart that I can't. It didn't end up well before.
I watch, patiently, as he turns to face me, removing his hat.
Sam looks older. There are strands of silver on his hair and beard, and wrinkles forming around his eyes. But it's still him.
He's smiling. Arms open and inviting.
I cross my arms, fighting even more the urge to go to him. It's not my Sam. Not the one of my original universe. That I fell in love with. It's another version. Right?
I can't be back. After all this time, to be sent back feels like the Unity is rubbing it off on my face.
“Haven't seen you in a while, love.” Sam says, stepping closer to me. “You're still as beautiful as the day I lost you.”
He touches my face, and I allow him. It's been so long since I felt any kind of warmth, that this feels like it's scorching my skin and I want more.
“Please, don't tease me like this.” I say, remembering the universes I've told him.
“I'm not.” He says, placing a hand on his holster, taking out the pistol there. “This is for you. Saved my ass more than I could count. Time to give it back.”
It's my pistol. I couldn't bring myself to use one like it since the first time I went through. Couldn't keep them.
“It's yours now.” I push his hand back, so he can put it away. “I can't take it away from you.”
His smile dies. It's almost like he sees that I'm not the person who walked through Unity.
“Why would I need it? It was a reminder of you.” He asks, stepping back. “I finally got you back. And I'm not letting you go again.”
Again.
If there was ever any doubt that I'm back, it fades away. I'm home.
I can't resist anymore. Falling into his arms, I allow myself to feel again. I cry, holding on to him.
“How long?” I gather the courage to ask, unsure if I want too know.
“A little over ten years.” There's sorrow as he answers me, running a hand on my back.
I missed so much. Cora is all grown up now. Probably off to college.
And I can rest. Hoping that is not just another bad joke from the Unity. They did it so much by now, with universes where he was already dead, or happy in a different life. Those were the worst for me.
Not really thinking, I kiss him. It's a heavy kiss, where we both show how we missed eachother.
I can't believe we're finally back together. After all this time.
“So,” I lean back, looking into his lovely blue eyes, “what did I miss?”
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scooby doo!!!
(wip game)
just this moodboard I made years ago. The Starks + Jon & Ghost go down to their grandma's house, because grandma thinks it's haunted
Robb as himbo Fred, Sansa as Daphne, Arya as Velma, Jon as Shaggy, and Ghost as Scooby.
except, of course, it'd be a darker tone than the actual scooby doo cartoon. I have the plot in my head, I know the story beats, I know the villain and all the decoy villains. I just, you know, can't seem to get past the few pages I wrote back in 2021. Part of me wonders if it's the 1970s setting. I have a lot of trouble writing period pieces, especially of times I'm not super familiar with. I was fine with the 90s because I at least was a child then, but the 70s?? I suppose I could change it, but I have a very specific music reference I want to use and I need it to be 1977 for that.
Anyway, here's a snippet (more than what's written under the moodboard):
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Deciding to go and actually going are two very different things, it turns out.
For one, they don't have a car.
Well, the family has two cars, actually - a luxury that Sansa often forgets is a luxury. Dad makes enough money that they can have two cars and send three kids to college while still living in their well-to-do neighborhood. But one of the cars is at the airport in long term parking where dad left it, and mom needs the other to run errands and take care of Bran and Rickon.
“We could take a train?” Sansa suggests as they sit in one of the booths of Luwin's Diner. Arya's busy working on a double fudge sundae, Robb's finishing up his fries, and Sansa takes another sip of her strawberry milkshake.
“I don't think a train goes anywhere near Grandma's house. The closest stop would probably be in Red Fork, and then we'd still have no way of getting to Riverrun.”
“Sans, doesn't your boyfriend have a car we could borrow? Isn't his dad a car salesman?”
Sansa feels her cheeks flush with heat, and she shakes her head. “Harry and I broke up at the end of the semester,” she says like it doesn't bother her. Like she hadn't walked in on him naked, in bed, with a girl from his Literature class.
“Bummer,” Arya says, though Sansa knows it's because of the car thing and not actually Harry. The one time they'd met, Arya had not liked Harry. But then again, Arya's never liked any of Sansa's boyfriends, and she’s usually - annoyingly - right.
Robb's been silent for a while, he's staring out the window and Sansa turns to see what he's looking at. Across the street is a pizza shop and an auto body.
“I'll be right back,” Robb says, a slight frown on his face, a line between his brows. He gets up and leaves the diner, crossing the street towards the auto body. Mance's Auto, the sign reads.
“Where's he going?”
Arya leans over to watch Robb with her own frown. “Is that Jon's van?”
“Jon who?”
Arya sighs and points at a teal blue Volkswagen van that's parked in the alley between Mance's Auto and the pizza shop, so far back that Sansa hadn't even seen it at first. “Jon Snow.”
Memories slam back into Sansa's body, looking at that van. Of Robb and Jon and Theon driving off in it, mom's disapproving frown every time they did. Of that van parked on the street outside their house, the smell of pot drifting up from the basement whenever mom and dad weren't home. Of the one and only time she'd ever been inside it – Joffrey's letterman jacket lying in the back seat, abandoned, while Jon's leather one sat heavy and warm over her shoulders. Her eyes red and puffy, her nose still running. That endless silence as he drove her home.
She hasn't seen Jon in years.
“I didn't think they were friends anymore?” is all she manages to say, as Robb disappears inside the auto body.
“Beats me.” There's a pause, and Sansa can feel Arya's energy shift into something mischievous. “C'mon, let's go see.”
With that, Arya slides out of the booth and Sansa stares after her in shock. “Arya!” she whispers harshly, but Arya is already halfway out the door and Sansa quickly grabs her purse to follow. As she gets out of the booth, she digs around and manages to find a few bills that she drops onto the table and hopes is enough. If not, Mr. Luwin knows they're good for it.
She follows Arya outside and across the street, but Arya doesn't go into the shop, she goes around the side alley, to the van. To Sansa's surprise, Robb and Jon are already there.
It really has been years since she last saw Jon, not since the summer after Robb's high school graduation. Jon looks different now – he's always had long hair, but now it's tied back out of his face and he's grown a beard and his hands are covered in either grease or oil, she can't tell. There's a rag that hangs from one of the belt loops of his jeans, and Jon is busy using it to wipe his hands, though Sansa thinks the effort is wasted, since the rag seems to be just as covered in grease as his hands are.
He and Robb look like they're arguing, but Jon's mouth snaps shut when he sees her and Arya at the opening of the alleyway between the auto body and the pizza shop. It's also then that Sansa notices a white dog leashed to a bit of fencing, with bowls of water and food near it.
“Hey Jon,” Arya greets, looking between him and Robb. “It's been a while.”
“Arya,” Jon nods at her and then his eyes slide over to Sansa. “Sansa.”
“Hi Jon,” she gives him a little wave, unsure what else to do. There's a weird tension in the alley that she can't figure out.
“Does Jon have a car he can lend us?” Arya asks, and from the way Jon sighs, Sansa can tell this was the conversation he and Robb were already having.
“Jon says his boss wouldn't lend us a car,” Robb frowns. “And he won't let us borrow his van.”
“Robb,” Sansa hears herself say, and she almost winces at the scolding tone. She sounds a lot like their mother.
“What?” Robb asks with wide eyes. “We wouldn't need it for too long! And his mom doesn't live that far, he could walk to work no problem.”
“Do you still have that beanbag in the back?” Arya asks, moving towards the side of Jon's van. “I used to love that thing.
Arya takes hold of the handle and Jon opens his mouth in protest, but he's too late. Arya pulls open the door and instead of a beanbag chair that Sansa doesn't remember ever seeing (though again, she'd only been in the van once, and she hadn't been paying much attention to the interior), there's a lumpy twin mattress stuffed into the back, rumpled sheets piled haphazardly on it, trash bags of what looks like clothes on the seats in front of it.
Arya stares at it in confusion, until Jon moves forward and shuts the door, the slam of it echoing through the alleyway.
“Your mom kick you out again?” Robb asks, voice low, and Sansa wishes desperately that she and Arya had never followed. She feels like she shouldn't be hearing this. “You know you can always crash-”
“It's fine,” Jon starts wiping at his hands again with the rag. It's useless. He's just making it worse. “If you need the van to help your grandma, you can take it.”
"Where will you live?” Robb asks with a scowl. Arya still looks a bit shocked at the revelation.
“I dunno, maybe I'll go apologize and see if mom will let me back in.”
“Was the fight your fault?”
Jon shrugs, and it only deepens Robb's frown.
“You could come with us?”
All three of them turn to look at her, and Sansa wonders where that even came from. The words simply flew out of her mouth before she realized what she was saying.
“That's a great idea!” Arya's confusion clears and is replaced with excitement. “C'mon Jon, this road trip will be loads more fun if you're along and I'm not stuck with these two dorks.”
Sansa watches Jon hesitate, looking between his van and Robb, then the back entrance to Mance's Auto. “I guess Mance has been on me to take some time off,” he hedges. “Ghost would have to come, too.
“Perfect,” Arya grins.
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WIP Wednesday
Tagging: @bearlytolerant, @silurisanguine, @aro-pancake, @fangbangerghoul, @atonalginger, @aislingdmdt, @fshenkoescape, @ninjaofnaps, @lisa-and-shadow, @a-cosmic-elf, @thatsgoodsquishy0, @hockeydemon42, @fomagranfalloon@violenceandviolets, and @artemis-crimson
As usual, post if you got 'em, enjoy if you don't!
from *stars through my fingers like grains of sand*
"Holy shit," whispered Sam. "Now that is… something. What is it? Why? I'm—I'm having a hard time wrapping my brain around—that." He breathed in sharply. "But actually seeing it…"
She raised up the scanner, showing him the scrambled display, the pops and distortions. "Yeah," she breathed, awestruck by the sight laid out before them. A structure rose into the sky, its white exterior faded and aged. Around it, long shards of stone and metallic half-circles floated as if gravity had no meaning. It was clearly artificial, and equally clear that no society she knew of had built it. It had the wrong sort of grandeur to be a 'castle', too fragile for 'fortress', and 'structure' was too plebian. The sheen on several of the floating accoutrements reminded her of the caelumite deposits around the Artifacts; she wondered if it was the same, but the scanner distortions prevented her from getting a good read.
"I can't—what do we even call it?" Sam turned in slow circles, making sure nothing got the drop on them, but he kept looking back at the—
"Tower?" Cait suggested. "It isn't great, but—" She trailed off.
"Yeah," he agreed, and the awe in his voice echoed hers. "You getting anything from it?"
"No," she said. She'd half-expected to start hearing its song much earlier, given the size of the anomalies it was throwing off, but only silence registered on her inner ear. Even her empathic abilities seemed unusually muffled. Of course, part of that could be the ever-present cold; she tried to turn her suit heaters up but they were already at max. "Not a thing." She turned her helmet toward him. "Keep going?"
"Hell, yeah!" He looked back at her, and his entire face was alight with excitement. "This is what we're out here for."
She felt her heart lift a little—it was a nice reminder that she didn't need empathy to connect with someone; she'd done just fine without it for years, after all. She gave him a companionable shoulder-bump and started to make her careful way down the hill; Sam followed. They wound through broken walls into what looked like a courtyard of sorts. Cait put her hand to one of the floating boulders and pushed—it turned on an invisible axis, but didn't shift position.
"Damn," Sam breathed. "I'm seeing this, but I'm not sure I'm believing it." He prodded at another one, with the same result. "How about you, anything?"
"No," Cait replied. "Not a thing." She shook her head. "I could sense the Artifacts from, what, thirty meters away, I think?"
"Closer to fifty," he said judiciously. "And with a lot of solid rock between us and it." His helmet tilted back as he looked up and around. "So either this place is a whole lot of nothing—"
"Somehow," Cait said, following his glance at the metric tons of floating rock and metal around them, "I don't think that's the case…"
"—or whatever that tower's made of is one hell of an insulator," he finished.
"Or it's waiting for someone." Cait started to follow the outer wall around, hoping it would lead to a way in.
"Like you?" Sam did a little boost-hop to catch up with her.
"Yeah," she said reluctantly, her steps slowing to a halt. She rubbed her hands up and down her arms—the chill she felt wasn't just the cold. "Sam—is it too late to say I'm scared?"
He gave her shoulder a reassuring squeeze. "Only if it's too late to say I am, too," he said sympathetically. "I think we'd be fools not to be. We just can't let that scare us into doing something stupid."
"Right." She nodded. "Note to self: come up with a better reason for doing something stupid."
"Ah, just blame it on me," he said lightly. "I'm good for that." Cait remembered the look on his face when Sarah had given him an exquisitely-polite tongue-lashing over a survey mission; her heart spasmed painfully in its chest.
"Hardly," Cait said, trying for a similar tone. She reached up to pat his hand. "You're worth far more than that." Her lips quirked in a smile; even if he couldn't see it, he'd hear it in her voice. "Best partner I've ever had."
Sam chuckled. "Faint praise, darlin'. I'm the only partner you've ever had."
"Nope," she declared as she got moving again. "Third." She thought a moment. "Well, maybe technically second. I think Vasco counted more as my keeper." She skirted around another floating stone to see a pair of long walls, parallel to each other, that sloped outward from the tower. A few more steps and they reached the opening.
"My god," Sam murmured, amazement and amusement mingled in his voice, "It's full of stars."
#sam coe#fanfic#eridani writes#starfield#caitlyn lynch#stars through my fingers like grains of sand#wip wednesday#coemancer
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i shall ask once more. \o/ 12, 26, 39 (is there another snippet in stock, void-sama?) and 55! <3
Welcome back 💚
List of questions here
(I should start keeping a list of things people call me on Tumblr...)
12. How does receiving or not receiving feedback/support impact you?
Like I said in response to another of these questions, I am not immune to having expectations...which have admittedly been skewed by hanging around in MCU/stucky (guys, you spoiled me).
Receiving feedback makes me happy, often derangedly happy. There's that simple pleasure in sharing something I made—something I put a lot of time, effort, and joy into—and seeing it have an effect on other people. There's a reason I reread my comments (and Tumblr tags, when applicable) a zillion times.
Not receiving it is predictably disappointing, though the intensity varies a lot with my level of investment in the fandom/ship and, more importantly, the particular story. You know those jokes about how the fics we work most on and are most proud of tend to be less well received than something we throw together in a hurry? Yeah, that's always an...interesting experience.
What feedback doesn't affect is whether I write or what I write. This wasn't the case until last year or so, but now, nearly everything I post is already fully written and being posted on a monthly schedule. It spares me from being discouraged in the middle of writing a fic. Similarly, darkfic tends to not be as popular as fluff or even hurt/comfort, but literally nothing else sparks up my brain like some gourmet fuckery, so nothing's going to make me stop writing those stories.
...holy shit, that got long.
26. Which of your fics would you call your wildest ride?
THE FUCKING KIDNAPPING FIC
I cannot tell you how weird/wild it is that this thing unraveled the way it did. I know I post a lot of multichapters for JJK, but I don't really consider them multichaps as such. More like...six-shots or something (don't ask). I was content poking at porny bits of canon divergence scenarios.
And then @nearalways asked one(1) question: What'd have happened if Yuuji had chosen not to be Sukuna's host when Gojou tells him to choose his hell? We'd also been talking a lot about how dead-eyed and done Yuuji looked in most of his middle school-era flashbacks. Long story very short, I wrote a 119k answer that has done irreparable damage to my sanity and irrevocably changed how I write Gojou in particular.
39. Share a snippet from a WIP
I always have snippets! Especially since I've got some...300k of JJK fic I haven't even posted yet. You can find it under the cut.
55. Of the characters you write for, which is your favorite? Has that choice been swayed at all by your followers/readers’ reactions to certain ones?
Yuuji, hands down. The whole reason I'm even in this fandom is because I adore that kid. I haven't been this fascinated by a shonen MC in ages. Me being me, this does mean I put him through unimaginable horrors though!
And no, not at all. You, uh, might notice that I tend to be very set in my opinions 😂
Snippet here:
Yuuji yanks at the hand pinning him down.
There’s a moment where it works. Gojou’s fingers loosen, and his whole rhythm falters, and Yuuji almost, almost frees himself, wholly intent on flipping them over, but then there’s a soft breath of laughter, and a second hand clamps down on the wrist Yuuji has nearly wrenched free.
He makes a furious final attempt, throwing the whole of his strength into it, but this time, Gojou’s hold doesn’t waver for even a second. He’s grinning down at Yuuji, the devil on his lips.
“Devious,” Gojou tells him; it sounds like a compliment. “You’ve grown stronger, Yuuji—much, much stronger.”
And that sounds like pure sex.
Yuuji’s hips buck up helplessly, and Gojou bears down against him, pinning him there too.
“Clearly,” Yuuji hisses through clenched teeth, “not enough.”
“I’m a different kind of beast,” Gojou says easily. His eyes grow heavy-lidded. “But one day soon, Yuuji, you’ll be able to hurt me. Really hurt me. Won’t that be fun?”
Yuuji’s brain is abruptly yanked away from his dick and shoved back into his skull. “What? No! I don’t want that!”
“Of course you do,” Gojou says, laughing. “You will. It’s alright. I’ll let you.”
“Gojou-sensei—”
“But that’s for later. What do you want right now, Yuuji?”
“You,” Yuuji says incredulously, a thousand meanings packed into that one word.
Gojou’s eyes narrow, a different kind of heat than the look he shot Yuuji before. “Don’t cop out on me now. What were you going to do, Yuuji?”
“Fucking—” Yuuji lifts his head just to slam it down on the mattress; it’s not satisfying at all. “I want to fucking touch you! What else!”
“Cute,” Gojou says, his smile growing wider and more unhinged at Yuuji’s growl. “Where, Yuuji? How? I’ve only been gone for nineteen days, but you already forgot the game. I trained you better than this.”
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WIP Intro: An Umbral Arena
An Umbral Arena by Coy Chambers
part of the ieiunusverse series
Genre: Urban Fantasy, Sci-fi, New Adult, LGBTQ+, Whump
Estimated Length: 50-70k
Features: Lady Whump, Vampires, Lesbians, Vampire Lesbians, Thanatos is a Wife Guy, Rhys is Wondering Why He is Even Here, The Author is Aware Avrae is a Mary Sue, Homosexual Pining, Stoic Whumpees, Rival Teams, Environmental Whump, Team Combat, Field Medicine
Posting: On Tumblr and AO3! Not going to commit to a schedule because it's me, but hoping to have at least one chapter out a month! (my chapters can be between 4k and 10k so it'll be worth the wait I swear)
Summary:
Avrae's always been a soldier. She is now very firmly retired, of course, content to casually hunt petty criminals and read gothic literature, but when the closest person she has to an "old friend" knocks at her door, does she really have a choice but to drop everything and risk her life in an intergalactic blood-sporting competition she will almost certainly fail to return from? Of course not. The Umbral Arena is designed to break you down until you can't pick yourself up again, but the biggest challenge will be managing a collection of vampires who unequivocally hate each other and keep them working as a unit until it's complete. There really is no rest for the wicked.
Cast:
Avrae Tenebrus - (she/they genderfluid bi lesbian) - two thousand years old and about tired of your bullshit, a mall goth/punk who values getting a job done and having fun while you're doing it (and if you can't, getting it over with as quickly as possible)
Beatrice Nocta - (she/her cis demiromantic lesbian who doesn't know it yet) - six thousand years old and has spent five thousand of those in administration, a victorian goth who values stoicism and practicality, sponsor of the Arena team
Thanatos Iuventus - (he/him cis? homoromantic bisexual) - four thousand years old and not intending on cutting that short any time soon, a dark academic who'd much rather be writing a philosophy treatise than anything involving being stabbed or shot at, dedicated Wife Guy whose husband is the manifestation of Reality itself so write that down, have you seen aer? look this is my husband isn't ae beautiful?
Rhys Velancier - (he/him cis bisexual) - a fresh-faced five hundred year old on the field trip of a lifetime, happy to be anywhere he gets to slash open arteries with his scythe
Emsy O'Connor - (they/them) - the twenty-nine year old empty-shell reader insert from the original ieiunus has a bit more personality than a reader insert should really have, an aspiring novelist working as a barista who sucks in any and all supernatural-related knowledge
World Eater Less - (it/its) - a sentient singularity orphaned at a young (for a singularity) age, fond of Rhys and consuming new objects to understand them
The Archfey, Reality - (ae/aer) - the manifestation of Reality itself/one of the Twin Divines, Thanatos' partner and host for Emsy and Less during the events of the Arena
and more....
Excerpt:
"What do you need so badly that you'd give me a transwarp and a second hunting planet to get it for you?"
Beatrice takes a sip of Blanc, steadying herself. She'd probably rather be anywhere but here begging Avrae for help. Av doesn't talk about other vampires much, but from what I can tell, they kind of hate each other by nature. "My house is dying."
...
"You need the prize… Bea, it could kill you."
"Yes. It could."
"We'd probably be destroyed before we ever got that far."
"It's possible."
"You're sure about this? This isn't something you can back out from."
"I am aware of the risks. I have offered sufficient compensation for the assumption that you are also aware of them."
...
"I'll do it. Not for the hunting planet, obviously. For you."
Tag List:
@albatris, @robinbugbanned, @painful-pooch, @milkshakes-lust-and-chiral-dust, @thethistlegirl
Let me know if you'd like to be added or removed!
#wip intro#new wip#writeblr#writrblr#whumpblr#my writing#original fiction#lady whump#vampire whump#urban fantasy#science fiction#wip: ieiunusverse#wip: an umbral arena#avrae tenebrus#beatrice nocta#rhys velancier#thanatos iuventus#the archfey reality#world eater less#emsy o'connor
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Writerly (And Artistic) Thumbprint Challenge!
I was tagged by the lovely @hannahcbrown to try this out!
Rules: look back on your work, both past and present, finished and unfinished. what are five (or more!) narrative elements, themes, topics or tropes that continuously pop up in your work?
I'm gonna tag a few fine feathered folks for this, and let them circulate it out to the rest of the mutuals and see what we can come up with :3
Tagging: @paraparadigm, @changelingsandothernonsense, @friend-of-giants, @oblivions-dawn, @thana-topsy, @saltymaplesyrup, @thequeenofthewinter, @rhiannon1199, @tallmatcha, @airiat, @the-storytellers-seer, @orfeoarte -- and more. If you are not tagged, please, do absolutely consider yourself tagged and tag me back. And always tag the mutuals even if they've already been tagged. Pile on the tags so we can all see the cool stuff we each come up with. (:
Under the cut for some observations.
I have written a lot over the years and most of it is not fic, but here is what I can observe from original, fic, poetry and nonfiction. These are in no particular order, though I saved the best for last.
Identity
I like to write about what makes a person themselves. A lot of my early spoken word poetry talked about body image and how to exist in a world like ours as a person who is not considered thin. Some of my favorite nonfiction pieces discussed what it was like to be a college student working retail and being recognized as other-than-a-retail-worker in public and how identity shifts between roles. In my fic, I explore a few things like what makes a hero a hero? Who are you when change/fate/destiny upends everything you've ever known? How do you become the person you're supposed to be?
Strength
Especially in a lot of my fic, posted or otherwise, I think this crops up perhaps almost as much as identity. What does it mean to be strong? What sort of events do we weather and get to the other side of it? For who are we strong? Is being strong the same as being brave? What kinds of strength do we need in our daily lives and how does it affect our decisions? In the fic, we see a lot of the strength to overcome adversity by nature of the quest. But we also see, which dives into another point, the strength to forgive, the strength to confront ourselves for our behavior, and the strength to move forward, even when it hurts.
Friendship
Ah, the power of friendship :> But no, even in a lot of my fic WIP ideas and fragments, there's a lot to be said of relationships within fiction that show different kinds of love and support than what is expected of a certain pairing or tag. There are a ton of different expressions of love, and I think one of the most underutilized is strong, solid friendships. This also incorporates found family or portraying a group of people who have decided against all odds that they will go out of their way for one another regardless of circumstances. When I write good friendships, I do it because it reminds me irl that we are worthy of this kind of support and we are capable of giving this kind of support, and not everything has to be as one-dimensional as popular media can sometimes show. Fic is the perfect place to explore it because it's decoupled from marketing, generally, and we don't have to worry too much about what sells (: So I lean into it where and when I can.
Mistakes
This one is kind of rather broad. I could have listed specific kinds of mistakes but then we'd be here forever LOL but suffice to say I do write flawed characters that don't always know the next right thing. In my poetry, I talked about the mistakes I've made and observed in my time. I have given some of the mistakes I've made and observed to my characters in original and especially in World. Part of this category though is asking the question of how do these mistakes affect others? What does it take to forgive? Can they be forgiven, and why or why not? Is the character flaw so deep that there is no redemption for them? Are there certain kinds of mistakes that change who a person is completely? What is the cost of forgiveness? There's a lot to play with in this category without even having to get down to specifics. :>
Hope
This is my favorite thing to write into any of my work ever. Perhaps because real life can be so very difficult and can seem so very bleak sometimes. Combined with everything above, I absolutely write hope into things, even if my stories seem rather bleak at the outset. For World, all of my POV characters have bits and pieces of tragedies that I have had to endure in my life and it's extremely cathartic to see them get through their drama, hardship, grief, self-inflicted chaos, and other things. Because it reminds me that there is hope yet for this place, if there is hope in their world. It is a form of healing for me to put them in situations they can get out of. So hope. The most important theme, I think, for my writing. (:
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none of the emojis from the wip ask game fit exactly with what i want to ask, which is that if you have even the tiniest crumb of anything to say about the more things change i will feast until the end of my days >.>
Apologies for how long it took to answer this, but the levels of Catholic guilt this ask triggered (I say as someone who is not remotely Catholic) were so substantial that I dug out my old jump drive with all the TMTC files on it so that I could find a snippet for you.
The Telltale Heart moment aside, it is...bewildering in a lovely way that people still remember TMTC. Even though it's been *checks ff.net* oh Lord, almost 11 years since I touched it? I genuinely can't tell you how flattering that is, because this fic is still very dear to me, which I know is probably counterintuitive given all the dust and cobwebs that have gathered on it.
The radio silence is a combination of life stuff and the fact that I had the story plotted out when I started, and even had a decent portion of the ending written--and the fic as it exists now at chapter 24 went off the rails from that plan at least two chapters back, lol. A lot of what ended up happening in the fic means that what I had planned couldn't happen now, either because it'd be OOC or the circumstances just aren't possible. A lot of the relationships have changed too, and it kind of got to the point where I got so annoyed with having to basically scrap the whole final slice of the fic and start over that I put it on hold for a bit...and then here we are. ^_^;;
I don't want to get anyone's hopes up and promise that it'll be finished soon, but I also don't want to leave it unfinished forever. I can say that I'm pleasantly surprised to find that I have a lot more written of the new ending than I thought I did, so finishing it might not be impossible.
In the meantime, though, as thanks for still remembering my abandoned child fic, have a blurb of Naomi trying to restrain herself from beating Leo to death in the hospital for being a stubborn idiot:
“Why did you jump between us, then? When tou-chan drew that sword?”
“I told you, it was instinct.”
“And you knew you could protect me.”
Leo nodded again, and I fought down a grin; he’d set me up just like I’d wanted him to. “Well, then maybe you can understand why I’m confused. I’m having a little trouble reconciling the fact that you knew you could protect me with your idea that leaving is supposedly the best way you can keep us safe.”
“Just because I can protect you doesn't mean I want to make it necessary; if I stay away, the trouble does too.”
It was not appropriate to throttle a hospital patient, I reminded myself, but I was going to win this argument one way or another. “People get hurt; that’s life. If your benchmark for successfully protecting someone is that they never get hurt, you're always going to fall short because no one can guarantee that. I know it’s what we’d all prefer, but we can’t keep the people we love from ever getting hurt. Things are always going to happen that we can’t prevent. You’re setting a standard for yourself that no one could reach, Leo, and I don’t know why you’d want to do that to yourself. I'm fine, my father's fine, and if we're ever not fine, it won't be because of something you did or didn't do. I don't want to be kicked out of your life just because you've suddenly decided you're too dangerous to be around.”
Leo closed his eyes for a second, then looked up at me, mouth hard. “Maybe I don’t want another person to protect.”
For a few seconds I just sat there, listening to the squeak of shoes in the hallway and someone's voice buzzing on the overhead speaker, waiting for—something. For Leo to say he didn't mean it, for my stomach to stop dropping, for it to somehow make sense how Leo had gone from telling me we'd been a safe place to saying we were a burden he didn't want.
He didn't say anything. He just sat there, eyes on mine and not giving an inch.
I'd have believed he really meant it if it wasn't for the way his hands were fisted in his blanket, the knuckles standing out sharp and white. Something April had said in our conversation the other day floated into my mind.
“I'm…look, I don't want to sound insulting by saying this, but I'm glad you care enough to ignore Leo when he told you he was too dangerous to be around. I don't know how much he's told you, but he did the same thing to me once, except it was in the middle of us running after being attacked. It was in my home, and my friends who were being attacked, and Leo still told me it was their fight, not mine. That's just Leo—he accepts danger to himself but doesn't realize that in his efforts to protect others, he's being insulting by implying no one else might accept that danger too. But he never tried that with me again, so he really can learn; just hang in there.”
From the sound of things, Leo had just tried to get her to leave, rather than making it sound like he wanted her out of his life. I knew this was probably some idiotic belief that it'd keep me safe, as if doing so would somehow make Karai forget about me and tou-chan. And maybe it should have warned me about how serious Leo thought the danger was. Maybe it should have made me listen, especially since I had evidence of how willingly Karai would resort to violence right in front of me.
What it actually did was piss me off.
If that was how he wanted it, fine. I shoved my chair back as I stood up, reaching for my purse and my temper. “Good.”
Leo's eyelids flickered. “Good?”
“Yes, good.” I leaned into his space, bracing my hand on the bed beside his shoulder, because if he was going to hear me about anything, it was going to be this. “You know why? Because I don’t remember ever asking you to protect me. That's not what I'm here for. The sentiment—that you don’t want to see me get hurt—that’s nice, really, but the way you go about it…” I shook my head, ignoring the fact that when I was this close, I could see flecks of blue in his eyes; this was not the time, dammit. “I'm going assume it's the drugs making you forget that you don't get to decide for me what risks I'll take. And since you apparently haven't figured it out yet, you're about a week too late to try and cut us off, because Karai already knows about us. You leaving isn't going to magically make her forget where she found us.”
I bit my tongue before I went any further. There was a line between making my point and trying to hurt Leo back, and implying that we were in danger from the minute Karai realized we might be important to Leo was charging right over that line. “You can’t fight life, Leo. You can’t stop every bad thing from happening to the people around you. I guess the real question is whether or not you can accept that, or if you'd rather not let anyone in ever because they might get hurt.”
I walked out, trying to ignore the way the nurse at the desk dropped her eyes to her computer and pretended to look busy. That was fine. I didn't want anyone looking at me right now anyway.
"Maybe I don’t want another person to protect."
In Leo's head, that was probably some sort of sign that he really did care, to the point that he was willing to burn all his bridges and make me mad enough to write him off for good so long as it kept us out of the line of fire.
But maybe part of him had meant it. I could tell Leo had meant it when he'd admitted how important the dojo was, how important it was to him to have somewhere where he didn't have any obligations. Maybe he'd wanted it to stay that way, for us to not turn into more people he had to keep safe, for us to just keep being a slice of normal for him to visit once in a while. He'd said it before, when he told us about Karai, that he couldn't be responsible for anyone else.
Except of all the things I'd learned about Leo, it was that protecting was what he did when he cared. So what did it say that he didn't want to add us to the list?
#eleven YEARS this fic has been sitting there i cannot believe#i mean i can but geez#self-flagellation aside the fact that people still remember this fic has me so 🥺🥺🥺 i'm not even kidding#also if anyone is understandably not convinced of the likelihood of me finishing this someday & wants the sparknotes version of how it ends#hit me up; i'd be glad to share
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Find the Words {1}
Thanks @thewriteflame for tagging me! I had a lot of fun 💜
Surprisingly (or not), I haven't once mentioned a mountain or used the word match in La Fledgling, so I had to look elsewhere. Which means I can now subject all of you to two other projects of mine (not WIPs because they are no longer in progress. I'm halfway through the third book for the Witch's Time and 15k into the last book of ELT).
(I had to twist muse into amusement, because I wanted to add an extract from La Fledgling... sorry... 😶)
Words: mountain, match, market, muse, minute
Mountain
The Cave was not that large. There were rumors and legends of caves that could hold several hundred people and entire civilizations, caves where forests flourished and mountains rose, where rivers and lakes flowed. Ours was just a normal cavern.
The stone walls were covered with symbols that glowed in rhythm with the incantations used. Plants were sprouting in one corner, constantly monitored by a community member whose job it was to keep them from dying. To be honest, I didn't understand how they could possibly grow in the first place, let alone survive in such a dark place.
~The Witch’s Time (t.1), chapter 4
Match
Year of the Hare
Knowing that Llewella isn't Lorelei doesn't take away the fact that she's one hell of a nut jub. Holy fucking shit, she's so stubborn! We all know she has magic, but she still refuses to... to... to do anything, really! She doesn't want to talk about matching magical properties, doesn't want to talk about her potent magic. She doesn't want to experiment with her own magic, doesn't want to know the limits and constraints of it, even though its the basis of everything! And she refused to listen to Yawen and I. She acts as if every piece of advice we give her is an insult to her intelligence. Which is not the case! It's just that it' s dangerous for her to stay with an untrained magic. Dangerous for her, but also for others.
But try to explain that to miss I-don't-know-what-you're-talking-about-I-don't-have-magic.
~The Witch's Time (t.2), chapter 7
Market
Today, Flostre didn't have class, which meant that he spent his time following her around, asking her a thousand and one questions (some of which she was unable to answer) and touching everything.
Ah, the joys of having a ten-year-old apprentice!
He had taken a passion for candles, ever since his mother had dropped him off one day in Huilion's store. Unfortunately, Adaeze was working that day and the kid had just… imprinted on her. So now, when his mother went to the market, when she left to pick up her other kids or just when she needed a break (the gods know the poor woman deserved it), Adaeze had to keep an eye on him.
~Le retour de l'Oubliée (ELT t.1), chapter 12
Muse
"They think Lou is bringing…to tell you the truth, I'm not sure. They said something about her sire or someone from her original nest, but we weren't too sure what that meant, so we're improvising."
"Again, I'm sure everything will work out for the best," Iris chirped, hiding her laughter behind her hand.
"Look, so far, all our plans have been successful, I don't see why this one would be any different."
"If you say so," Alex muttered before kissing me on the cheek and putting on her coat. "But you know if you need help, we're here."
"And, if needed, we'll come get you out."
Charlie's voice was deep and sincere. The other two nodded at the same time.
Behind my back, Ana was silent, but I knew she was watching the situation carefully, despite the toxic mixture coursing through her veins.
"You'd come looking for me in a den of overpowered vampires," I repeated with amusement.
"Yes. But we'd rather not, so be careful."
Iris never lied. Iris couldn't lie, really, but in cases like this, I'd still rather she kept her mouth shut than tell me things like that. No. Even if we were in trouble, I wouldn't call them. I'm not going to have their death on my conscience.
Ana would do as she always did, which was to say that she would just do her own thing and rush into danger, regardless of whether I agreed or not, but the others would wisely stay home.
"I promise," I lied with my fingers crossed behind my back.
~La Fledgling, chapter 1
Minute
Had she never watched Dirty Dancing before? "This is my dance space, this is your dance space" could, and should, be applied to any situation. If someone was less than sixty centimeters from me, it was already too close. And the vampire's voice was sliding against my skin in an unpleasant way.
I rubbed my ear against my bare shoulder, suppressing a shiver.
"Whose fault is that, one wonders? Wouldn't it be just great if the hosts saw me standing next to their ruined tablecloth when I've been here for five minutes?"
I mumbled under my breath while trying to wipe the blood stain that was still spreading on the white tablecloth.
"Why? Are you scared?"
I swallowed my initial response which was to repeat that line from the Lion King "danger, I laugh at danger". After all, I was here undercover and given that the mansion didn't even have electricity (really, I was going to have to pay a visit to the Rodins' ASAP), I kind of doubted that anyone in this room had watched a Disney movie.
~La Fledgling, chapter 3
Tagging : @lena-rambles, @ryns-ramblings, @junypr-camus & @amewinterswriting, and anyone who wants to give it a try 💜
Words: trip; throne; tired; tempt; tone
Good luck and have fun !
(@ladyniniane on devrait faire une version francophone ! Je veux lire des extraits de ce que tu écris moi, même si je peux pas lire la fic en entier sous peine de rien comprendre XD)
#tag games#écriture#wip: la fledgling#wip: witch's time#très déçue que mon “vampires ultra-craqués” soit intraduisible en anglais 😔 “overpowered” ça a juste pas le même cachet
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YES I SPEAK FOR ALL WE'D LIKE PARTS OF YOUR WIPS
OKAY OKAY most of these don’t have titles but here you go 🫶 two of them are either suggestive or smut so i didn’t include those and two more i wrote for joy and niwa and those. those are filth.
(untitled,, unsure who tf this was for but probably a dream member) There was something about the way old paper smelt, it was pungent and suffocating and every time you opened a book that looked like it had been on the shelf for longer than you’d been alive, you always braced yourself for that same smell to fill your nose almost immediately. Today was one of those days where you needed one of those types of books, specifically a book that could help you find some insight on the history of music. The internet didn’t do the best job on trying to help you locate the book you needed and from what your professor discussed the in the previous lecture, it wasn’t something you can just buy online. Of course he chose to make your life a little harder than he already had.
(untitled,, markhyuck wip) Maybe that’s why you found yourself unfazed by the sudden downpour as you go from a paced walk to a slight sprint through the streets of the simmering city. No, maybe it was the way your heart yearned for his touch—his rough and wild touch that always left your skin feeling on fire. Whatever it was, it led you to the steps of his door and when you finally come to realize where you were, it was too late. The tears started to flow down your cheeks while your hand clenched the bagged bottle in your hand—the realization of it all slowly started to unravel the reality you put together to cover the hole Haechan left in your heart. Just as you’re about to pull yourself together and go back to where Mark was waiting—where he was expecting you come back to, the door opens and a very confused Haechan stands in front of you.
(untitled,, stoner hyuck wip) The sound of your voice brings him in, turning around him his chair to the view of you sitting on his bed. He smiles, rubbing his temples as the frustration he just felt starts to fade. “You keep saying you’re gonna sign me up, but never do.” Rolling your eyes, you grab one of his pillows and throw it across the room. It barely hits him, earning a laugh from him as you send him your middle finger. “I’m not your mommy, hyuck, make your own appointment.” “But mommy, who’s gonna take care of me if it’s not you?” You take this moment to relax yourself and try not to attempt any and all degree’s of murder on him.
(untitled renjun wip) To say you were mad was an understatement—you were absolutely furious, livid even. The boy who you had no interest in knowing’s name was staring you down with a fire in his eyes and it wasn’t the good kind, no, he wanted to literally set you ablaze in your place. The poor cafe worker looked stressed and the friction between you and the stranger was not helping at all. “Please, why don’t we all calm down—“ “I don’t see why I should have to pay for her mistakes.” Crossing his arms, he scoffed in your direction as you looked at him shocked. “My mistakes? Maybe if you’d watch were you’re going then we wouldn’t be in this mess.” Not bothering to pay attention to you really started to irk you even more, another layer of frustration laying heavy on your head. “Hello, listen to me when I’m—do you want years shaved off your life span?” After snapping your fingers at him repeatedly, he tried to swat your hand away which ultimately was leading you up to your only option—beating the shit out of this man.
(untitled 1989 tv ‘slut’ inspired hyuck ch bff2l wip) Your mom was too busy rubbing his back to realize you had passed them both, crouching down to haechan’s print he had made into the cement. Your impulses were something you were still trying to navigate, but there was no regret as you brought your hand down to where his was and put enough pressure into the soft liquid before pulling out and feeling somewhat satisfied with the way your two hand prints looked beside each other. Haechan had watched you the entire time, his glossy eyes lighting up at your actions. “Y/n, what are you doing?” your mother looked over at you in awe and shock when she noticed that your hand was too covered in cement. “Now we’re in this together.” those few words, unbeknownst to the two of you at such age, had laid out the foundation to a longtime friendship the two of you would build together from there on out.
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Speaking from one artist to another, I saw a hurtful anon that insulted your artwork and that makes me angry for various of reasons — BECAUSE I'M A FUCKING ARTIST WHO WAS ONCE A BEGINNER (Sorry for my outburst, but I needed to get this off my chest)
Whoever sent you that without publicly giving you a positive constructive criticism or useful tutorials - they don't realize how beginning artists also exist. Art exist in many forms like illustration, digital, music, pictures and literatures. To call one art "shitty" isn't the best criticism to go around, but you can prove them wrong by asking them if they can do better OR you can keep on going to see how much love your art will receive that they'll stop giving awful comments. They can't stand a certain art style they don't like? Give tips and tutorials! Give kindness, and solutions. But I guess that'll be too much for them?
I never knew the Ninjago fandom was this toxic when people are calling some arts ugly. People have this weird but terrible mindset that certain art styles are better than the other. If the whole artists have the same art styles, it'd be pretty boring and repetitive to see, we'd rather have something new instead for a change. I love to see your art contributing for The Owl House fandom, welcome btw! I know people will love your art there and get more love and positivity. ^^
Thank you I am actually working on a Raine Whispers AU art piece for everybody from the Fanfic WIP I posted
The Song of the Owl Beast
That post really didn't bother me because of the shitty art comment(though it's understandable why it would upset other artists wish I could hug yall that would allow me)
It doesn't bother me because well I like my art and I know there's people out there that might like my art as well, just because a few people say that doesn't mean my art is bad itjust needs improved and I've always been actually quite like Eda (if we compare me to a character) people can throw things at me all they want but it takes a lot for me to be actually upset.
Like I always say, I'm only vocal when I'm actually upset over something. I'm silent when I'm not and it's okay,
I'm very proud of my style because I have a lineless art style that has taken me 4 years(ditched the lineart and sketch layer full time in 2019) to develop and learn and I'm still learning more about how to render it properly, but during this process I know it can be quite ugly. Especially when I'm doing my sketch layers before the rendering as you can see with Raine here I've gotten to that phase, and if I was to share it, it can look kind of uncanny valley haha
I still have to trim the face back down and correct the nose and eyes in general,
What did bother me about that Anon more so was being accused of tracing my art, because there is no way one can trace my art well at least not easily... because there's no lines to trace.
My art style is very very unique in the sense that outright my style doesn't even have a sketch layer to copy. It's stupidly hard for somebody to trace this sort of style where the artist has learned anatomy enough where they can shape the color into the shape one needs like I do.
One can try, but if you don't have enough experience, it won't turn out looking right. Basically, the closest comparison I can put it to is like molding clay only digitally and 2d, so I need to make it look 3d.
(Some anatomy practice fails haha)
I don't think there's anybody else.... at least that I've seen that does this type of style. But if there are people, I would love to know them, because honestly, I have felt alone with this certain art style and not really knowing what to call it or how to render. I know it's lineless, but the technique isn't like other lineless artists as they usually have sketch layers at least.
I appreciate the welcome into the fandom I've already felt very very welcomed just by the interactions I've already received, I haven't had my page this active in years, honestly all it took was me moving a fandom and I wish I had seen that sooner.
You guys really already have helped me in a way nobody else in the Ninjago fandom ever did and that's just opening my eyes even more to how toxic it unfortunately was, because this is all what I was just looking for is a supportive loving fandom that will accept me for all my crazy quirks and ideas.
You guys even got me to do my art and writing already! I hadn't felt inspired in weeks, especially after that retraumatizing event a couple of weeks ago,
I honestly was at the verge of quitting and then I started getting into Owl House and then on the Valana Alt, I started posting and my blog was so active right off the bat, something I again hadn't seen in years on this account. And then you wonderful anons came in telling me to keep going and I wanted to hug you and tell you thank you,
People are actually interacting with my posts, and here I've transferred over a few, and it doesn't matter to yall that I've double posted. You guys still reblog and like it. Some even make comments! And that for somebody like me who has been in a fandom situation where they didn't do that at all, that means the world to me guys honestly, and I will never be able to say it enough, you've already shown me support and love and for that again I can't say it enough
Thank you
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GOAT Report: January 2023
Going to try and start doing like little post month reports as each one goes on, just for a bit of funzys and also to keep ya'll in the loop. so i guess the first thing we talk about is the good stuff.
So what were some of the positive thing i think I'm pretty happy about that i did or started in January.
- well we one thing i think i can say so far is iv just been really happy and having a fun time creating videos on YouTube, started doing this last year in December with a video on one of the BattleTech novels iv read and since no one in my local group is reading the current book as they there are just gamers or are not in the current sluff as there reading though the dark age book atm and so i just wanted to get my thoughts out there and people have been digging it. it also help people find out what what about some stuff too as i talked about some of the Kickstarter info and what not. going to try an shoot for one video a mouth atm as i really like reading a book or sourcebook and talking bout and learning more about BattleTech lore as i get further and further into it.
- my general skill development and work on trying to make different kinds of stuff has been pretty good, as my last few YCH have been looking very very good to me. i feel extra proud of the mommies and cookies, Casual Jerk-day and Mobile Fursuits G-witch Stickers all came out, the lighting and shading on all these as well some cartooning and use of perspective and pose work all made me real happy, same with the tank and the aliens design wip too (will be working on those soon so expect some adopts in a bit). over all just real happy with the quality bump iv had with those bits of work.
Starting getting plans set up to start an etsy store were you can buy stickers and prints later this year.
- the last thing i think I'm real happy with is the launch of my patreon as iv got 2 cool folk over there and i feel real happy about it.
the neutral
- my out put for this month was ok, i got all my YCH finished and most of my commission done but iv got a few left over private commissions that still need to be done along with a design com for a friend that'll be working on this month. alongside that i ended up grabbing a room for FWA which while good put a dent into my profits this month but hopeful will pay off later down the road and also be fun. what kinda stinks is i got an extra room for some people and since it was a rush get it now or no room and then we'd have to do the drive up stuff i got the rooms and the other two ended up not being able to make it so atm I'm debating and talking with some other friends who might be able to buy the room or cancel the extra room's reservation as I'll only lose 187 buck at that point instead of the 600 and some.
- kinda fail a bit on streaming recently as iv just been to tired or sleepy to stream, not the worst thing since streaming is something i do to try and give myself a specific date and time to play games and get my dumb brain to not be in uber work mode all the time.
- sleep schedule good back to poop again.
- beside those it just kinda been hating the weather here in Georgia atm, cold as shit and rainy, wish i could just sit outside for a bit just so i could have some place outside the house to relax for a bit but it awful to do that atm since it been so cold, hopefully thing will get a little tolerable this month were i can at least feel ok sitting outside with a jacket as i do like sitting in our backyard to eat lunch or try and watch thing instead of inside the house.
The bad or the things i need to work on.
- kinda was a lazy ass and took a bit to get the one of the appointment to start getting my teeth fixed so that kinda sucked but i got the first one set up and so hopefully I'll have the holes in my teeth looked at and then done up soon and fixed real soon.
- still not happy with not working to much on my own projects and just wanting to create more ME stuff as i go but i might do some thing to help with that and hopefully the patreon will as well. like my NSFW stuff is good if still in my opinion could be developed further (if i had the time every YCH and doodle would probably have a fucking background and nice lighting like the mommies and cookies one, casue fuck do i just want to develop some of the idea more and add to like the idea of the piece, some would still be just void background but still i want to put more time into individual pics.)
- looking at house/apartments has started and is good but thing are not looking the best atm with prices and then the cost of amenities, a few spots have gone down a little but everything that not in an area were people don't get murder and others a lot is a bit rough or hard to get even with roommate splitting the costs . so while I'm hopeful at looking at places and eventually moving out, they are sorta still pissing me off a bit and might result in me raising prices along with my want to just do more things for myself.
- the discord is taking way longer to get set up then i thought and mix that with most of my time be put towards come has delayed it way more than i wanted to but im going to try and get some time into making some progress on it but ATM i make an announcement when it be ready to open.
and that all my immediate thought on looking back on January not a bad month not an amazing month ether just simple fairy plain work-month basically.
also if you didn't see them or know about stuff here links to my YouTube and patreon
https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC6.....1HTbgxVMDLU1eA
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You are the one who got me into the ted x trent side of the fandom now bestow upon me some fic recs please!!!! ♡♡♡
Aww, this makes me so happy, whenever my ramblings get someone into some fandom or some part of a fandom.
And yes, you've come to the right place, I've probably finished 75% of the entire Ted/Trent AO3, so I do have some recs!
I'll mark all the NSFW fics in the colour red to distinguish them.
First of all,
A Kind of A Dwell and Welcome by @leupagus
Just an all in all classic for anyone who first comes into Ted/Trent AO3. As well as founder of the Seraphina verse.
Alternate Universes:
Blood And Love by @auntieclimactic
2nd part in the series. But I loved this addition so much. The explicit bit is at the end so could be skipped if you're not into that.
But brilliant use of epistolary, interweaving of formats and Vampire!Trent AU.
They Will See Us Waving From Such Great Heists by @laiqualaurelote
This has to be in the competition for one of my fav fics! I love heist aus and this was brilliantly written!
All Sweet Things Beyond by Andaskwhynot
The Great British Bake Off AU we all need and deserve.
Believe (That With Your Feelings And Your Work You Are Taking Part In The Greatest) by sidewayswink
Role Reversal Au .. my beloved. Ted is the bumbling reporter and Trent is the new coach for Richmond.
I've Got A Feeling (Everyone Had A Good Year) by heartofwinterfell
Ted is Trent's daughter's preschool teacher and it's so effing cute!
Food Is The Best Medicine by fiery_one_18
Chef! Au & Food Critic ! Au. Stinking cute!
Even If We Don't Look Back Again by skoosiepants
Aged down band au. Trent is the famous musician and Ted is the starstruck rookie pianist.
It Always Starts In Iowa by lilythesilly
Political AU!!!!! MY BELOVED!
The Merry Adventures by AuntieClimactic
Another really good AU! Honestly, I couldn't figure out how it would even work, but gosh, it works perfectly! Robinhood AU.
Warm Blanket Fics:
Bewitched, Bothered and Bewildered by Mardia
Very sweet! Especially as the whole press room is convinced that Ted is a witch because of Richmond's extraordinary success.
Meetings And Partings by @viceversawrites
Deals with Ted going back to America for a break after Richmond gets promoted and as the tags say "Queer Divorced Dad Solidarity".
Very Nearly Everything You've Ever Wanted by heysadsaviour
As the author puts it "One author bravely answers the question: How many tropes can you fit into a single bed?". Which hey, we'd all like to know.
The Creek Don't Rise by Nanoochka
Third instalment of the Saltwater ballad series, also highly recced by all. Ted and Trent are photographed together and it's a PR crisis.
You Can Call Me Loverboy by Waistcoast35
A very sweet one where Trent saves Ted's fancams on TikTok and also part of the Seraphina verse inspired by 'A Kind Of A Dwell And Welcome." Makes me wanna watch some of those tiktoks.
WIPS:
Curious & Judgemental by r_n_g_are_dead
Love this one as well! Ted and Trent had met once when they were kids in America and then they meet at the pressroom again years later.
Good Series:
What Happens After by r_n_g_are_dead
Christmas setting w/ the premise of what happens after set in S2 in universe.
Love's Such An Old Fashioned Word by heydoeydoey
🥺 That's it. That's the entire series.
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Yeah so this should be it! Let me know if you read any of them. I of course haven't read every single fic yet, and the AO3 gets updated regularly, so I'm looking forward to adding to this list.
#Thank you so much for asking#ted x trent#trent crimm x ted lasso#trent crimm the independent#ted lasso#ted/trent#trent/ted#fic recs#ao3
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WIP meme!
@writerman and I were just talking about wanting one of these, and saying we'd tag each other in the first one we saw in the wild, but I now can't find one when I need one, so I'm going to make one up instead. So!
List the titles/filenames/descriptions of your WIPs and tell us a little bit about them/wail about them/beg for inspiration/whatever you want! Then tag some people for a no-obligation mutual wailing/cheering/complaining session!
I'll go first:
My Heart Is An Empty Vessel: the Giant Ongoing One That Is Eating My Life. I know what needs to happen, I know I'm nearly there (if being probably about 30 chapters from the end qualifies as being nearly there), it's just getting the bloody thing over the line. What I need is to buckle down and get on with it, which is the thing that I am signally Not Doing. It's going to be fun, too, I'm bringing Elrond and almost the entire Rivendell crew to Dale for talks, but I'm terrified that I don't know what they're going to talk about/how it's going to go/what to do with it, and I ought to know by now that if I get writing it'll tell me what it wants to do, I've just...been putting it off, more or less, for a long time. I think I don't want it to end.
Break You But You'll Mend: the sequel to Empty Vessel, which has sprouted all manner of plotlines that I don't quite know what to do with, including an OT4 (Bard, Thranduil and their respective wives Maudie and Auriel), Sigrid and Tilda making friends with the Twins, Elrond, Erestor, Glorfindel, Celebrían, Sam, Frodo, Bilbo and all manner of others, Auriel having to come to terms with her natural father (Celegorm) being out of Mandos, the girls going looking for Thranduil's parents, Thingol, Melian, Dior and the rest of the Doriath crew, and Tilda adopting Mauhúr the Orc from @lemurious' A Few Trusty Lads. Oh, and Sigrid and Tilda are plotting to ask the Valar for another few favours. WHAT IS GOING ON.
All I Want Is You: the daft modern AU set during the 2020 lockdown(s). Again, I know what needs to happen (a wedding! a YouTube channel featuring the kids experimenting with all the random weaponry they find in the attics and cellars of Greenwood Hall under Bard's expert medieval-weapons-specialist eye! last year's experimental pairing! Arwen and the Twins appearing here and there via video chat!), it's just getting my head down and actually writing the thing.
A Somewhat Unexpected Journey: in which Bilbo, having remained in Erebor with Thorin, gets a letter from home and goes back to the Shire to retrieve his tiny orphaned cousin, accompanied by Tauriel, Kíli and Fíli. I am struggling with this one because I can't quite get my head round Bilbo-remains-in-Erebor fics - because if he and Frodo aren't in the Shire, then Frodo doesn't develop the relationships that then make the Fellowship of the Ring work. Also because Bilbo is, in my mind at least, so much a part of the Shire and the Shire is so much a part of him. I suspect that when he gets there, he's going to realise this, and then is going to have to do a certain amount of thinking things over and persuading Thorin that perhaps a nice country retirement is in order (and persuading Fíli that now might be a good time to come into his own, as it were). I'm also struggling because Bagginshield is really not my thing XD I can see it, of course I can, but it's so prevalent in the fandom that it rather puts me off (this is also, tangentially, why I didn't really get properly back into the fandom when the Hobbit movies came out - the Sherlock fandom was so batshit insane at the time, and so overwhelming, that it's put me off Martin Freeman and Zinglebert Bembledack* for life... XDDDD which is probably the other reason why I can't quite be doing with Bagginshield - Martin Freeman just annoys me. Sorry, guys, and sorry, Martin, it's not your fault. I just...I can't help it. XD )
Part whateverit is of It's Always Been You: in which we lurch from the spring after the Battle of the Five Armies to Aragorn and Arwen promising themselves to each other to the War of the Ring through the eyes of Rúmil and Orophin, and probably the Twins, and we see the beginnings of Legolas' Complete Personality Transplant. I think it's the scale of this one that scares me, which is quite ridiculous, all things considered, because all I really need to do is skip from Lothlórien scene to Lothlórien scene, plus Helm's Deep, and then probably put in the Grey Company and Pelennor Field etc from the Twins' point of view and probably the Battle of the Greenwood, and...ah, fuck it. I just need to buckle down. (it was part three, but there are other oneshots that appear between the three parts, so now I have no idea what number it is and it doesn't have a title either SIGH)
Two of a Kind: which is my ongoing ridiculous original novel thing, which needs extra scenes bloody everywhere, and as usual it's not cooperating. Most of it is written, it's just filling in the sodding gaps. Aargh.
Oh, and my My Slashy Valentine assignment, which is currently not cooperating and which I can't talk about in any case. XD
Right. That's me done! No obligation tags for @writerman, @allegoriesinmediasres, @mihrsuri, @bigneonglitter, @lonelyheartsmotel, @verecunda, @lemurious and anyone else who sees this and wants to do it. If you feel like wailing/howling/cheering/complaining about your WIPs, please feel free to do so!
*this is an Eddie Izzard-ism from a sketch she did some years ago about an imagined workshop trying to come up with a stage name for the singer Arnold Dorsey - his stage name is Englebert Humperdinck, and all Eddie's suggestions scan the same...as does the name of Funtospoof Actor'sname. I've been calling him it for years XD
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Izumi blinks when Sakuya pauses in his movements, glancing at the script in his hand. Hesitation and fear is visible on his face. "Sakuya, what's wrong?"
"Um..." His hands drops to his side, and he doesn't meet her eyes. Juza blinks, not expecting the sudden stop.
"Somethin' wrong?"
"I'm a bit scared of the next scene... and I don't know why," Sakuya admits, clutching the front of his jacket anxiously. "I mean, I've rehearsed on my own but letting other people hear this part... scares me."
Izumi skims that part of the script, and she grimaces. That hit too close to home. No wonder he was uncomfortable with it. She looks up with her lips set in a line. They are almost at the end, and the first rehearsal has been going well. But, she certainly wasn't going to force him if he's uncomfortable. "We can ask Tsuzuru to rewrite this scene if you want. Should I call Tsuzuru over?"
Sakuya glances at the script in his hand, at Izumi, Juza, and the other cast to the side. His eyes flicker back to Izumi, and he smiles a bit. He shakes his head. "How about we try one run first though? I can't let Tsuzuru's hard work go to waste."
Izumi sees the desperation mixed in with determination in his eyes. She hesitates. Would there be worth in letting him play this scene? Though, she could definitely see why Tsuzuru casted him for lead this time. Besides, he requested this particular role, after all. She nods. "Of course. You're the lead actor this time so I trust in your judgement. But, tell us if you're okay with this scene."
"Okay then..." Sakuya turns to Juza, with a smile that doesn't reach his eyes. "Please start the scene then, Juza."
Juza doesn't say anything, still eyeing him. But after a while, he silently nods, closing his eyes to get into character. He opens his eyes after a few seconds, lips set into a scowl and eyebrows furrowed. Juza is gone, and Arthur, heir of the Pluvian Throne, stands in his place instead.
"You've been lying to me all this time! You said that we'd be back home by this time, and yet we're still on this god-forsaken sea!" Arthur turns away with practiced grace, crossing his arms petulantly. This scene is supposed to be both Arthur and Martin's turning point. "All of you pirates are the same type of scum that should be persecuted. I ought to put out a decree against you when I get to the throne."
Izumi glances at Sakuya, and she's a bit worried when he doesn't respond immediately. His head is bowed down and his fists are clenched so tightly that they're turning white. The atmosphere is tense—as the scene should be—yet it feels off.
Martin lifts his head, expression furious yet close to crying. Izumi doesn't ever recall seeing an expression like that on him before, and it squeezed her heart a bit. She doesn't need to take a look at Itaru, Masumi, Taichi, nor Azami to see their shock either. He walks up to Arthur, giving off the aura of a Pirate King—instead of his usually good-natured and lighthearted atmosphere.
"Shut up." He hisses through gritted teeth. "No one—I repeat—no one understands what I go through... yet I still choose to be a kind person, regardless of what people think of me. I've been nice to you and even treated you like a friend, just because you're a person too."
The script tells them that Martin was supposed to turn away at this point, but he doesn't. To his credit, Arthur stands his ground, still looking incredibly pissed.
"Why do I always get nothing in return for all the kindness I show everyone?! Is it not enough for me to get nothing in return? Do I have to get... betrayal on top of it?" Martin's voice cracks at the end, and tears begin rolling down his cheeks. Juza's face finally breaks from his expression to an expression of panic. Everyone else in the room is frozen as well, and not even Izumi could speak up. The emotions simmering in the room are just so overwhelming.
"Still... why do I get nothing in return? I've always fought against the odds when all I wanted was to—" Martin sniffles, yet despite his tears, he continues. His voice falls to a whisper. He turns away from Juza, a sleeve over his eyes. "I just wanted for people to accept me. I always get turned away no matter how much of myself I give away..."
Sakuya hiccups as he tries to wipe his tears, but they don't stop. Juza reaches out for him, but before he could tap his shoulder, Sakuya runs out of the room. He stumbles and almost hits the doorway on the way out.
Only Juza hears Sakuya's whispered "I'm sorry." His hand falls to his side.
Izumi feels her own eyes water. Hearing that from Sakuya—regardless if it was still in the script or not—hurt so much. Izumi doesn't know how much Sakuya was keeping down, and that was what pierced her heart the most.
Would no one have known about Sakuya's bottled up thoughts if not for this script?
this is a wip that i've been trying to complete, but to no avail :( writing fake plays/event stories are absolute hell, so i'll probably never finish this.
this is a haruaki mixed play (fusion of action elements with drama), with sakuya lead and juza co-lead!! the basic premise is that sakuya plays an infamous pirate king in this (martin), while juza plays a bratty prince (arthur). arthur gets caught up in stuff that lands him with in martin's pirate crew, and they have to work together to find the treasure that will get the bounty off martin's head and also prove that arthur is the true heir.
the event story is sakuya trying to act the scene above without his emotions getting in the way, and he does this basically talking out his bottled up feelings over the years (with juza and the rest of the cast's help ofc!)
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