#korblez

[commander-krios]

🐚 🪲 🥐 truth or dare :3

🐚 ⇢ do you like or dislike surprises?

Depends on the surprise, I guess. I tend to prefer to know things before they happen, but i've had some decent surprises happen that I fondly look back on.

🪲 ⇢ add 50 words to your current wip and share the paragraph here

Working on some spice for Daianira and her Captain

Calderon reached a hand up to brush the tips of his fingers against her cheek, catching a glimpse of the fire that always flared in her gaze whenever she looked at him. His skin prickled where he touched her, and he trailed his fingers down her neck, stopping at her gill scars. She inhaled sharply, shutting her eyes and shivering, her own fingers curling into his jacket. “Calderon…” Her whispered plea was enough to break the chains holding him back. Calderon’s arms encircled her waist, pulling her flush against his chest, his lips pressing hot kisses along her neck. With a groan, she pushed him forcibly against the locked door, his head nearly knocking against the wood and he had to break away briefly to catch his breath. “Impatient, stowaway?” She growled at him, ripping the cape away from his shoulders and flinging it to the side. “I told you to stop calling me that.” A laugh escaped him as she furiously tried to work the buttons of his jacket. His hands slid over her hips to cup her ass, pulling her so close that he was positive she could feel his erection through the layers of her gown. Her grip slipped and she had to cling to his shoulders to keep her balance. Ducking his head, lips teasing the shell of her ear, he whispered with a voice full of dark promises and honey sweet pleasure. “I’m going to make you forget your name. You’ll let me call you whatever I want.”

🥐 ⇢ name one internet reference that will always make you laugh 

That guy dancing to the Rasputin song lmaooo I love that video so much, it always makes me smile

#korblez #writers truth or dare

[wrathbites]

i wanna see what you can do with #12 candles pls

Send me a number and I'll write a micro story using the word or phrase

They bury Bruce Wayne in broad daylight, sun shining and cameras flashing, the city's favourite spectacle denied his privacy even in death.

They bury their Bruce (father, son, partner, friend) under the cover of darkness, the quiet affair he'd have preferred. Free of his armour and mantle, the responsibility carried on his shoulders now passed to his children, shared between them.

And it's their choice to carry his legacy, never the burden he feared it would become, braced on all sides by the friends and allies made along the way.

Alfred steps out from under the span of Diana's umbrella, no candle in hand to shield from the rain. Just as before, so many years ago, but Bruce isn't in his arms this time, silent and shaking with his loss, no. He's silent and still in his coffin, an impossible thing Alfred never expected to see.

There are no speeches here, no people to please, not a single reputation to uphold, and so he allows himself a moment of weakness at last, waiting for a request that'll never come, for a voice he will never hear again.

"Goodnight, my boy. Rest well."

One by one the candles go out, each extinguished with a puff of breath, a murmured goodbye, the first step in many of an endless grief.

~

And all at once they flare to life on a scream that cracks earth and sky the following night, when there are none around to witness.

Ancient in power and terrifying in fury, Gotham calls her favourite son, her Batman, home.

#korblez #Batman fanfiction #Wrathwrites #listen this grabbed me by the spine and shook until I wrote it #because like look I like shit being WEIRD and OFF in cities as steeped in chaos as Gotham #with how much blood Bruce has literally spilled and spit all over bare bones earth on his home turf #with how long and hard and viciously he's fought to make Gotham a better place #I absolutely believe she'd answer in kind if he died on her soil #sure slap buildings on top of her and the city itself is young but GOTHAM is OLD and there's POWER to that #and nobody woulda fuckin guessed it when you've got regular humans in that city and Superman over yonder and Wonder Woman thataway #but here we are and they're in for a COUPLE SURPRISES I GUESSAKS FDSJAHBFUIJSHBUDHBUIGDSHB

[astorythatwritesitself]

Hello I am here to contribute to the brainrot

For the fic title ask game:

Shrios + “even gods can’t stop the end from coming”

Oh Korb thanks I needed a title for this one bc. This.

This is a canon-compliant one I've had drafted for a bit :)

It's a one-shot, Mass Effect 3, set right before the assault on Cerberus - probably just after the Citadel party tbh, when everyone's passed out and Adrian, whose insomnia/somnophobia has gotten increasingly bad through things, slips away in the middle of the night.

She's been happy enough during things, but she needs quiet, she needs to have a true moment to herself. So she winds up around the largest drell enclave, and heads for the temple - it's quiet even during peak hours, but it's a lull and so many are gone anyway, that Adrian has the shrine to Kalahira to herself.

She's intending to pray, of course, she's holding Thane's book and she isn't fluent, but she's read them enough with him, that while she can't quite read the letters, she recalls his voice. She wants to pray for her friends and family. For Kolyat. For the galaxy. Wants to leave some offering - and boy does she.

She gets out maybe two words before her voice breaks, and she completely breaks down, full body sobs, because she is so goddamn tired and just had to play host to give her friends and crew a good time because they deserve it - but she is tired. She's hurting, and she's terrified - not that she'll die, but that she'll live, and she doesn't want to any more. She's lost and lost and lost and she can't fight, she doesn't want to face this any more, and more than anything she just wants her lover and he's gone and how fucking dare She take him? When he had done much, when he was finding something to live for after already losing so much?

She cries her heart out to the Goddess... and gets up. Cleans herself up. Gets back to the Normandy - because they need her.

They always need her.

But she bids one final prayer - that while everyone else be spared... after the war, Adrian simply wishes to dive into the deep, to sleep and that this time, no one wakes her.

#ask #korblez #:) you asked #shrios #technically like the core is she misses Thane & wants him back yknow

[sparatus]

26 and 47 DEWIT

micro fic prompts

oops the second one got away from me so it's under a readmore

26. how dare [you] - Algidus and Incuria Epirian (teia's parents)

"Algidus and Incuria Epirian?"

Algidus knew the officer standing at his door. Had kava breaks with him now and again, even. For fuck's sake, he'd even listened sympathetically to harrowing tales of this exact duty at lunch breaks.

He swallowed. "Yes?"

The officer's subvocals thrummed with apology and sympathy as he held out the datapads in his hand. Sorry to have to do this. "You've been served."

Algidus's jaw creaked, and his wife took the pads in stunned silence as the officer made himself scarce. He didn't want to believe it. He couldn't believe it, this kind of thing didn't happen to them. They were good people. He was C-Sec, for fuck's sake. Sure, maybe they were a little tough on their children, but it was for their own good. They just wanted them to be happy.

AEDITEIA EPIRIAN, Applicant, vs. ALGIDUS EPIRIAN, Adverse Party. Temporary Order of Protection Against Stalking, Aggravated Stalking, or Harassment (CRS 117.23)

His hand shook. "I knew that Sparatus boy would be nothing but trouble," he gritted out. "We never should have agreed to that wedding, now look what's happened."

Curi sniffed, tugging him back inside. "He can't represent her, it's a conflict of interest, isn't it? He must have hoodwinked one of his lawyer friends into it."

Algidus pulled his mandibles in against his face. To think, they'd been nothing but kind and welcoming to that awful brat, and here he'd turned their little Addie against them so thoroughly this had happened. "We'll find out at the hearing," he gritted out, locking the door behind them.

47. crave - Desolas Arterius, Valis Abrudas (desabrudas)

Desolas hadn't slept well in years.

The hastatim had assigned him a therapist. Allegedly. He rarely had time to go, and when he did, they mostly just kept repeating the same three points about the stress of the job and finding a hobby, which wasn't helpful at all for getting to sleep. The physician suggested pills, which worked for knocking him out, but he still woke up tired and unrested.

The last time he'd slept well had been the last night he'd spent with Valis, after they'd gone a couple rounds and collapsed in her bunk tired but happy and promising they'd stay in touch.

He hadn't kept it. Another fuck-up from the king of fuck-ups.

He lay awake at night a lot, staring at the ceiling and longing for that last sleep. Her thick, muscular arms wrapped around him, his legs tucked up loosely against her belly and hips, their heads pushed together so they were all but sharing breath. He didn't go back to Ifura when Valis held him. He slept soundly, peacefully, only dreaming of sea-cliffs and golden eyes that looked at him like he was the only thing worth watching. He'd been warm, and safe, and loved.

And then the army had sent him away from her.

He missed her. He missed her he missed her he missed her, he missed her like the moons missed the sun and the mountains missed the sea. He couldn't sleep without her, he couldn't laugh, he couldn't find space to sit down and breathe and remember the excited young man he used to be. None of his friends had followed him to the hastatim, and nobody already there wanted to be a new one.

He couldn't stay. He couldn't leave.

Thirty years of living like that, barely alive, steadily losing his mind as the lack of a good sleep and the stress and the no friends to bleed away the suffering piled up. He didn't know how he didn't just end it himself. (He did. Saren would be sad. Parmat would have to burn another descendant she wasn't supposed to outlive. Nobody would tell his friends.) Thirty years, and he was a colonel, and they were talking about putting him up for general if he did well with the next deployment. Something on Taetrus, because of course that was what they were taunting him with, going back to that base where he'd met the one person he most wanted to be there, having to put up with being surrounded by reminders of her but never seeing or touching her again.

He thought he was hallucinating when he saw her again. The shit sleep had finally caught up to him, he'd figured. Of course if he was going to start seeing things, it would be seeing her, on Taetrus. Naturally.

It wasn't a hallucination.

And after he knew she was real, after she'd hunted him down at the old sparring ring and they'd beaten the shit out of each other and she'd walked away, after she found him again a week later in the same old tree, he told the moon what was wrong, and she listened, and she caught him as he fell, like she'd promised so many years ago she would.

And then she carried him back to his barracks, but this time, she didn't leave, and he could finally, finally sleep.

#press conference #korblez #ierian's writing #ierian's ocs #desabrudas #desolas arterius #valis abrudas #lieutenant abrudas #turian ocs

[vampirepunks]

Can I get some headcanons for Eddie and Venom pls? 🥺👉👈

Oh hell yes, I adore those two idiots (affectionate) so much!

Sexuality Headcanon: I definitely see Eddie as bi and Venom as demisexual/panromantic. Given that symbiotes reproduce asexually, sex must be a rather alien notion for them at first, initially conceptualizing it as a form of hunger. I imagine the emotional and mental connection involved is priority #1, especially with their host. I really love fics where it's a matter of intimacy for them, becoming another form of communication and affection after a period of struggling to quite grasp the concept. (I'm not at all biased by being demi myself, cough cough) Love it even more when they start off confused about the stigmas and boundaries around the topic, made worse by Eddie being shy and bad at explaining. Weird human norms are weird.

Gender Headcanon: Eddie comes off as the most Dude™ ever and I love playing around with that, so I'm flexible with interpretations. With cis Eddie, the sexuality crisis trope for being attracted to Venom is always really fun (bonus points for religious trauma coming into play) and I have a huge soft spot for transmasc Eddie. Venom doesn't understand gender and probably never will. The more they learn, the less sense it makes to them (it me fr). No one will ever know peace once they learn the term "social construct."

A ship I have with said character: Slap these losers together and call it a day, I say! Symbrock ftw.

A BROTP I have with said character: I really love them as buds with The Wolverine. After all, getting their ass kicked by Logan in the comics was kinda the final straw for them to shift into being the Lethal Protector, after he let them go with a pep talk.

A NOTP I have with said character: Anything involving Carnage or other Venom spawn. A lot of that has gone around after LTBC and it's a yuck for me personally. Peter Parker is also a solid no for me, given the domestic abuse allegory with Venom. There's way too much ugly history there for me to enjoy it.

A random headcanon: Eddie has ADHD. His symptoms get worse when Venom is hungry or agitated. Overall, it's impossible to say whether they're a help or a hindrance. Pros: their reliable memory, strong self-preservation instincts, knack for improvisation, and ability to prevent understimulation. It's great having someone that can keep up. Cons: Impulsivity x2, bored symbiote struggles to cope with hours-long hyperfixation time, overstimulation when they keep talking over an already hyperactive thought process. Brain too loud, send help.

General Opinion over said character: These two are so precious to me, will always easily be in my top 5 favorite characters of all time. I'm thirsting and judging at the same time. I make a hobby of lovingly roasting them but will also defend them to my dying breath. Disaster couple, matched set: do not separate, 11/10.

Thanks for the request! 💕

✨Send me a character✨

#korblez #beloved mutuals #ask games #venom #eddie brock #logan answers

[i-can-even-burn-salad]

You’ve done Beauty and the Beast, would you ever write anything else based on another fairytale?

From this ask game!

I absolutely adore Fairytales. My dream would be a bunch of short retellings set in my world, so I can pretend the book pretty much all my chars have actually exists.

(Fun thing: Damien reads to Merry from one like that, Breannan to Caldyn, and Finnian gets one as well xD)

I have one other outlined, for Cinderella, but it's— oh look at that, how time flies, I need to be somewhere.

*runs*

#salad-ask #korblez #this ask is not oc related #outlined might be a bold word for the 3 notes I have #it's been on the backburner since Till Death took over my life in May

[swaps55]

Can I get “tuchanka” for the wip meme peas 🥺👉👈

“I have a present for you,” Wrex says gruffly.

Garrus’ mandibles flick in mild concern. Even Shepard’s head tilts warily as Wrex barks something over his shoulder. A few krogan shuffle to clear a path, and moments later a shaman in long, flowing robes makes her way through.

Shepard freezes, staring in open shock.  

“Shepard,” she rumbles.

Before Garrus can ask what’s going on, Shepard takes off at a sprint and barrels into her. A startled grumble runs through the gathered krogan as she lowers her great head to reciprocate Shepard’s headbutt, then catches him with one scaly arm and knocks him off his feet. They wrestle, limbs flying, before the krogan pins him to the ground and growls. Garrus starts to reach for his sidearm, but Wrex swats his hand with irritation.

“Idiot,” Wrex mutters.

Garrus is about to protest until he hears the sound coming out of Shepard’s throat.

Laughter. Open, unrestrained, delighted laughter.

“My human whelp,” the shaman says proudly, before offering Shepard a hand to help him back to his feet.

Wrex thunks Garrus on the carapace as he heads towards them, reptilian gaze more than a little smug. “I found her for you, Shepard.”

#swaps replies #korblez #mememe #wip meme #meme replies #can't fucking wait for sam's visit to tuchanka yo

[starlit-hopes-and-dreams]

Happy STS!! 🖤💜

i. love. researching. maybe a bit too much, since sometimes i end up researching instead of writing BUT that’s not why we’re here. what’s the most off the wall or definitely-feels-illegal thing you’ve ever had to research? no judgment here, i literally had to research prion diseases and cannibalism for the arsonist chronicles lmao

— @outpost51

Ahh, thanks for the ask, friend! <3

I don't know about illegal, although its real fun when you're searching something and you get a big pop up all concerned about your mental health, offering the hotline number :D (i don't even remember what i was researching lol)

Or the one concerned about domestic abuse, offering resources XD (was researching strangling for that one)

I think my research on what burnt skin feels like when you put pressure on it takes the cake for off-the-wall, though lol

Circling back to illegal - found a saved tab for exsanguination time from damage to major arteries 😂

On a less injurious side of researching, um. Spent a decent amount of time researching crops that can be grown in the early spring in a temperate climate with a quick harvest, and whether or not the kind of planting I was doing was a real thing (it was, yay! Succession planting, actually) All for one chapter XD

#as a whump writer lets just say my search history is pretty concerning lol #starlit asks #korblez #prion diseases are FUN :D #i mean #not for anyone afflicted with them #but on a research level :) #you aren't the only that tends to fall down a research hole <3 #sts ask

[bitegore]

new game + 33 and 100 pls?

33: Every Lie by My Darkest Days

This is a really generic breakup song but I like to sort of deliberately side-interpret things that aren't explicitly ruled against, and I was forced to read a biography that was 80% cheesy spy novel bullshit instead of factual yesterday so it's on the mind and I just watched an interesting g1 episode with Mirage, so all of that comes together to mean that I'd like to interpret shit like

Surrounded by every lie that won't come true Now you wanna take the time, now why would you? Think you're gonna make it right, but how could you? So I can't stay, surrounded by (surrounded by) every lie

through the (to-me) more interesting lens of spy shit.

Jazz is kind of the archetypal Bondian spy, and if you tie yourself into knots (read the lyrics closely while ignoring the tone for point and idea, then flip the pronouns from "I" to "you" and use that for tone) a little bit, you can make the case for this being a Bondian "cool epic gigachad coolguy dude gets the secrets and also finds the hottest girl in the building and has sex with her and she turns out to be an enemy spy who falls in love with him and can't do her job right" type story, and just focus in on that last bit.

Making Soundwave the Bond girl is immediately appealing but also really low-hanging and not that interesting. So I'm leaning toward either Rumble and/or Frenzy or Ravage, suddenly discovering their loyalties are under much more strain than they thought they were. And of course Megatron is Mr Evil Genius or whatever and shit.

From there it's all about writing Jazz and Jazz and not Jazz as Mr James Bond In Metal Now, and playing up the contrast between the actual plot (tv drama goofy shit) and his brain ("am i supposed to be believing this? did you get this idea from a tv drama?") for humor

100: A Little Faster by There For Tomorrow

There is literally nowhere I can go with this that doesn't end at Starscream -> Megatron in some way. I think what I'm thinking is. like. Early IDW, so a break from the new normal from me, I suppose, lol - in the very brief era where Starscream was an apparent fanboy of Megatron's work in the gladiatorial ring.

Starscream and Megatron are distant friends and close coworkers. Megatron is a figurehead already, and Starscream is efficient and effective and they work less as Megatron over Starscream so much as Megatron+Starscream - one team, planning things out. In these days Starscream and Megatron are equals.

There's a sequence of this - five or six scenes, maybe, at most a thousand words - detailing Megatron asking Starscream's advice, them slowly getting to know each other, Starscream being turned to before Megatron as the military voice in the room alongside Soundwave. Power clustering where Starscream believes he deserves it, around his fingers.

Then we skip ahead - to the early-mid war period, before Cybertron is uninhabitable but reaching a point for certain. This one is short - Starscream looking out across Cybertron's melting skyline, over the heads of a bunch of other commanders in a meeting, as everyone clamors for Megatron's opinion on some tactic and no one asks him. He's not the only mission commander any more, and he's not the only military mind. He's not irreplaceable, and he's finding that out as he's being replaced.

Then toward later, near the beginning of what happens on Earth with the whole serious-assassination-attempt deal.

Only now do we come to the part that makes this song relevant:

I'm sure it tasted oh so sweet But it was never good enough for me I bit the tongue behind my teeth ... You said you'd always keep your word Show me what you're after I thought you promised me the world Tell me what you're after Go on and take it way too far Cause here we are, waiting once again Show me what you're after Just a little faster, now

See what I mean?

Starscream takes a step to go get what he's been waiting for. Faster didn't come fast enough. Basically an Infiltration retelling from Starscream's point of view, and he is PISSED.

#red replies #korblez #spotify wrapped outline game

[commander-krios]

Kayyyyyyy 🪄 🪄 🪄

And somewhere Somewhere the atoms stopped fusing I'm still your favourite regret You're still my weapon of choosing

"Blood Sport" by Sleep Token

Welcome to the machine It's a currency generator And then it's a guillotine A mirror held up to your own behavior

"Cage On the Ground" by Flyleaf

There's a heavy on this mind There's a weight behind these eyes What if I What if I can't stop the rising tide? Above the undertow Do you see me down below? A sinking stone Wondering how much deeper I can go

"Dark Thoughts" by The Funeral Portrait

#korblez

[wrathbites]

Would you ever write… any other pairings for BG3?

(Wow whoops just realised I never answered your trick or treat message I SHOULD GET TO THAT JANASANASJSKS)

Ahem. Yes! Funny you should ask because there's Astarion/Halsin (no thoughts brain empty beyond Halsin overtaken by warm chuckles during a scene when Astarion's gonna BITE HIM and damn him to hell but Astarion winds up LIKING HIS LAUGHTER) and Tav/Astarion/Halsin (working on it) and Tav/Halsin (leT ME GIVE THIS MAN A HUG FOR FUCK'S SAKE) and Astarion/Gale (the snark, the SNARK, god help me) and Tav/Gale (I will fiSTFIGHT YOUR GODDESS FOR YOU, MOVE OVER, I GOT THIS, HEY I'D LIKE A WORD WITH YOU BI- oh my god please introduce me to your cat immediately I love her I would die for her can I pet her????????) and Tav/Karlach (I love Karlach a normal amount) and Karlach/Dammon (IT INTRIGUES ME) and Isobel/Aylin (perfection) and GORTASH/EVIL!DURGE (murder husbands) oh and Astarion/good!Durge (one part impulse control and two parts ENCOURAGEMENT) and. Uh. What else caught my eye?

Fucked if I can remember off the top of my head but lIKE I WANT TO???? IF THE WRITING MUSE WOULD ACTUALLY STAY STUCK ON BG3 I WOULD (but ME and Batman and FFVII the brain weasels whisper).

Also like. It does not escape my notice that most of the characters I like to focus on can fit into the "feral" or "bitey" or "both" categories. Oops?

#korblez #VIBRATES #I COULD SCREAM ABOUT THEM ALL FOR DAYS

[astorythatwritesitself]

I HAVE to know what’s going on with I Get It But Like, What The Fuck Dude

And for @aceghosts !

Congrats on both picking the one that isn't explicitly/implicitly Shep/Thane by the way xD No this one is going to be for Grunt's loyalty mission 👀

Or, more specifically: Adrian and Wrex's reunion - they were surprisingly close on the original Normandy and Wrex was one of her more frequent companions on ground missions, and got the dubious honor of being around a drunk Adrian on the anniversary of the Akuze incident. She wasn't gone enough to spill the entirety of the story to him, but Wrex got closer to the truth than most people did, and a better understanding of why Shep was dead set on taking out any and every thresher nest they stumbled across.

Point being - Wrex knows Shepard isn't afraid of thresher maws, necessarily, but she gets... different, around them. Extremely detached and almost robotic, there's nothing but strategizing to take it down, and take as much of its attention as she can. And tradition demands the Rite remain unknown... and as much as he cares about Adrian, and does feel bad throwing her into this without warning, he's a clan leader and trying to unite his people, even the most extraordinary human doesn't quite outweigh that.

As far as Adrian's concerned - it's not exactly a betrayal? Like the title says - she gets it. But What The Fuck, Man. But it's a painful little moment for everyone involved, that's all.

#ask #korblez #aceghosts #shep tag #anyway then after that she hightails it to Alchera because there are a Lot of feelings going on and how the fuck do you deal with them

[sparatus]

Anutha one Pride Goes, Ambition Follows

trade secret my adhd doesnt forget things as much as it tosses it in random folders that only it knows the locations of

wip folder game

pride goes, ambition follows is another one in the concept stage, but boy is it fun to play with. it goes back-back, way back, to the very start of exdiff saren's career. he's eighteen and has just been recruited for the spectres, and placed with asari agent rianea d'varin, as there are no turian agents with biotics powerful enough to be an effective mentor for him given the cabals didn't know what to do with such immense biotic potential. when the fic opens, he's nervous and Something is bothering him, but he won't open up about what for another while.

from there it's both a character study of younger saren and an exploration of his own training. we eventually learn the reason he's a little off is that he and desolas had a massive fight about him going into special tactics, because desolas is afraid of losing him but saren believes him overreacting; now that he's away from the only support network he's ever known and facing incredible stress and a new environment he wasn't prepared for, though, he desperately wants his big brother back, but doesn't know how to get him. his mentor rianea is also struggling with how to train a turian student, much less a turian with biotic power that rivals a matriarch, complete with culture clashes and anatomy incompatibility. saren having been effectively raised by the turian military doesn't help, as he obviously wasn't learning any messages of tolerance or getting along with aliens from his big brother and his fellow jarheads.

but slowly, things get better. saren proves himself the prodigy cnclr aepharia thought he could be, he and rianea reach a mutual respect and appreciation for each other, and he and desolas start gradually messaging again, albeit just sending memes and pictures of where they are back and forth and not talking about the fight at all ever. saren graduates to full spectre status at age 20, rianea gifts him a new ship all his own that he christens the axekonah, the galaxy is abuzz about him, everything is fine.

until one rainy, stormy night on a hastatim base, desolas opens the door to find his little brother, soaked and crying because rianea has disappeared, he's the only person who could feasibly track them down, and he didn't know who else to turn to. he's bracing to get yelled at, but all he gets is a crushing hug.

saren spends a few nights on his brother's couch, seeking the only comfort he's ever really known. and desolas, not knowing what else to do, gives it to him. it's like they were never fighting, never angry with each other - but they both know what lies the end of the path saren has to go down, and des wishes he didn't have to send him off to travel it alone.

ultimately it's mostly a character study, going through saren's training and how he's forced to grow up fast, and how being recruited for the spectres at such a young age affected both his own development and his relationships with everyone around him. the title is from henry iv part 2, "pride went before, ambition follows him," and is obviously a reference to young saren's ego and how it leads him to greatness. and obv it wouldn't be a NoisyNoiverns saren fic without arterius brothers angst now would it

#press conference #korblez #ierian's writing

[i-can-even-burn-salad]

Elli!!! 1, 10, and 28 for ao3 wrapped pls :3

Thank you for the ask! :D From this ask game.

1 How many words have you written this year?

Well, I'm not exactly counting, so let's do some math. I know I couldn't post ch 32 of Glass Shards on time, and published another one instead, which was the last week of Dec, so it probably means everything onwards I've written this year. So that's approx. 55k. Then we have the 110k Till Death and 6k random Glass Shards stuff, which adds up to:

170k.

10 What work was the quickest to write?

Well. Technically, I've only written one this year, which was a whole ass novel, which took 100 days xD Still the quickest, even if we consider Glass Shards, which was partially written last year, and drafted fully in 2016.

And then there was this thing, but I don't consider that a work, it was just an ask answer :p

28 Favorite work you wrote this year?

Back to the "there was only one" - that one goes to Till Death (Ebook | WIP Intro.)

#salad-ask #korblez #this ask is not oc related #I love Glass Shards but it needs some work before it is novel shaped #and it does not feel like something I wrote in 2023

[edgepunk]

🔥🔥🔥 let’s go, I need some catharsis and salty feels better than sad 😩🤌

I've bitched about this before but Finn should've been the main character of the Sequel Trilogy, not Rey. "b-but the first female Jedi-" Ahsoka Tano existed among other dozens of female Jedi that had more personality in their pinky than Rey in the entire trilogy. She was so damn boring and they kept throwing random storylines at her that led nowhere. It's ridiculous how they kept patting themselves on the back for having their First Girl Jedi without putting much effort into giving her a proper arc and personality. She's just a rehashed watered down Luke without all the character development and personality. Every single writer working on that trainwreck completely misinterprets Luke, they think he's just a "strong grizzled Jedi" and that's it. Fucking Battlefront with their mediocre short stories got his characterization better than Abrams and Johnson did in three movies. Besides, Finn's arc about a defected Stormtrooper becoming a Jedi would've been so cool to see instead of another person from a backwater desert planet as if we didn't see it two times already.

Send me a “ 🔥 “ for an unpopular opinion.

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BEASTS and EYES for the ask game, I know I don’t have to capitalize them but I love my melodrama 🖤

— @outpost51

Korble!! I love your melodrama back 💜 Thanks for the ask! :D From this ask game.

2. BEASTS - Who is your favourite OC?

Ahh, Carr is totally my favorite child atm. There is just something about a tiny, bad-ass character with a foul mouth and a short fuse that is very fun. Especially when you give them daggers :)))

Eyes that bio and wonders if I need to update...

17. EYES - How many planning documents do you have?

>_>

I suppose this depends on the definition of a planning document...

Outlines? Nope, no sir, don't do those. Unless you count the two reverse outlines I have for my books XD

A document with a weird little placeholder title and perhaps a vague, rambling idea that I found inspiring? Perhaps a handful and a couple more fingers :')

Documents/notebooks/mobile note app notes containing my worldbuilding ideas? 😬 eek. too many. Waaaaay too many.

#starlit asks #korblez #look. you can all caps at me all you want my dude #it gets your enthusiasm across so well and makes me smile every time :D