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conscience-killer · 2 years
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It’s been three whole years since I’ve felt compelled to write fic, but this was an idea that just would not quit. Believe me, I’m just as surprised as you.
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tumbledweeeb · 7 months
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Motivational Music in the Morning ... #TheBlueStones, #ShakinOffTheRust ... from the Album #HiddenGems [Official Lyric Video] (2022) #MMitM1
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candycatstuffs · 9 months
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drew @sstorminghearts' ice amy design bcuz i am. obsessed
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draggysden · 5 months
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Growly Kassie (ft. Sara way back there)
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sinful-roxy · 5 months
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audiophiliacfan · 1 month
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Bang my head against the wall Try to find my stride, but I trip and I fall Losing my attention again Yeah, I hit the bottom, but I'm on the mend
(I get up!) Take another step, push it to the edge (I get up!) Just a little more, I can see the end (I get up!) Yeah you're finished, yeah you're mine always win in due time
(You think too much!) It's in my head So I'm shaking off the rust and (You've got no trust!) It's in my head So I'm shaking off the rust I think I broke just a little bit Walked through the fire, made it back again Lord knows I tried everything I can Now I'm shakin' off the rust
(Now I'm shakin' off the rust)
Bang my head against the wall Try to hold a smile, but I'm sick of it all Everyone with something to say Better hold my tongue, or I'll make a mistake (I get up!) Show 'em what I do, show 'em how it's done (I get up!) Never turn it down, never gonna run (I've learned)
(You think too much!) It's in my head So I'm shaking off the rust and (You've got no trust!) It's in my head So I'm shaking off the rust I think I broke just a little bit Walked through the fire, made it back again Lord knows I tried everything I can Now I'm shakin' off the rust
(Now I'm shakin' off the rust) (Now I'm shakin' off the rust)
You think too much! It's in my head So I'm shaking off the rust and You've got no trust! It's in my head Now I'm shaking off the rust I think I broke just a little bit Walked through the fire, made it back again Lord knows, I've tried everything I can And I'm shakin' off the rust Yeah, I'm shakin' off the rust!
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madeimpact · 7 months
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❝ You need only remain as you are, Madoka Kaname. My only concern is that you are happy. To that end, please...do not concern yourself with any of what you just witnessed. ❞
@memuria || Winging it based on one (1) trailer
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infiltracion · 1 year
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∗ 36﹕ sender  is  found  drunk  by  receiver .
...ESTABLECIENDO CONEXIÓN, @empathetc .
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        if you had asked sombra how  she thought her night would go,  she would not have guessed that she'd be leading a drunk british girl to safety.  after all,  her psuedo-omnipresence only went as far as technology let it.  emily was not on her radar as of late.  in fact she hardly paid any mind to her and her military dog of a girlfriend in weeks.  her mistake,  really,  considering the teary - eyed mess wrapped around her arm.  for better or for worse,  her interest was now piqued.
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        "  aye,  take some deep breaths.  you're look like you're gonna hyperventilate.  i don't have a paper bag if you do.  "  hands placed themselves upon the journalist's shoulders and guided her down onto a bench in the quieter side of the bar.  sombra promptly joined her,  sitting across from her.  "  what's with the waterworks?  bad week?  "
        emily's freckled arms work to cover the evidence of her meltdown,  sloppily wiping tears (  and mascara  ) from her face.  soft sniffling preceded her response.  "  oh,  sofía,  i don't know,  "  oh,  right.  that's the name sombra decided to stick with for this schtick.  "  w- we just  ...  we had a fight and  ...  i just wanted to tell her that i wish she'd be here with me a little more and-  and i know her work is important but-  "
        oh,  now this is interesting.  the smile that threatened to curve her lips was supressed with an exaggerated gasp.  she reached forward to grasp the girl's hands in her own,  brows furrowed in a convincing imitation of anger.  "  ¡ no manches !  em,  i keep telling you that you need to put your foot down with that girl.  the hell was her name...  lena?  does she even talk about what she does or is that a secret too?  "
        she watched as emily's shoulders stiffened at her words,  breath catching before she scrambled to defend all of the  '  good work  '  lena did on her day to day.  intoxicated and in the safety of a friend's council,  sombra simply waited for the intimate details of their lives to fall into her lap.  it was easy to forget how much you could get out of the girl with a little prodding.  a mental note was made to check out the happenings of king's row when she got home.
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powderblueblood · 17 days
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Gimme a classic Ronnie and Eddie mess around! Like, what is their greatest conquest to date, what pranks/hijinks have they pulled over on the beleaguered people of Hawkins?
it's the eve of, y'know, that.
the big departure.
the long goodbye.
ronnie and eddie have started referring to it as phillip marlowe-ing in order to, y'know, skirt around the issue of her leaving for new york because it's not as if either of them are wont to express their feelings here, jesus christ. well, except in the case of--
"alright, RJ, i got one for ya. top five hawkins fuck yous, let 'er rip."
ronnie prrrfftts out a breath and nearly keels over in her rusted, rickety, fold-up lawn chair that they've perched in front of the ecker trailer. it's a balmy summer night and ronnie's full of beer and eddie's merging onto nostalgia boulevard.
"where could i possibly begin, dude?"
a hawkins fuck you is another colloquialism shared between 'em. because when ronnie and eddie pull off a prank, it's not just a prank. okay? it's a statement. this is something that ronnie insists upon, something eddie blames on her 'punk rat leanings', but the personal is political, okay! and you know what else is political?
"number five, naturally, we gotta go small and loving-- shakin' up a can of soda before we give it to gareth. it's fresh, it's funky, it's harmless."
cigarette ember gesticulating in the dwindling light, eddie adds, "and it helps him remember his place."
"bingo. do not forget to keep that shit up when i'm in new york," ronnie says, pointedly pointing, "i don't wanna fuckin heaaar about you gettin' all soft on him and lettin' him run around without a face full of sody pop."
"it's what the munchkin deserves," her similarly be-banged brother agrees. "why does he keep falling for it, ya think?"
"because he loves us, you dumb-dumb," ronnie closes her eyes and sticks her hands behind her head, scratching under the band of her ball cap. "alright, number four... shit, kaminsky and the glue seat. it's gotta be, right? what a totally perfect maelstrom of humiliation."
"christ, and when he couldn't get up without tearing his fucking pants and then kelley comes in--"
"she had to think he was rodded up, dude! signed, sealed, delivered, pervert on school grounds!"
eddie guffaws, big and hearty in a way that makes ronnie join him. "i couldn't believe you dreamed that shit up on your own, you little do-gooder."
ronnie reaches for her beer and takes a pull, sobriety edging to the point where she's seeing twice as many fireflies as usual congregating around her porch light. her voice turns gravelly and serious.
"a c minus will do crazy things to a man."
"jesus, you sound like--"
"don't even say it."
slumping down in his squeaking seat, eddie scoffs. "number three, make with it."
ronnie's mouth twists, absently plucking at the label on her bottle. this is real now, this is crunch time. whenever they usually play top five (top five transformers, top five cheerleaders you'd mow down with a dirt bike, top five cheerleaders you'd save from getting mown down with a dirt bike if you knew they'd make out with you after), ronnie'd get a little overwhelmed once they broke the top three. that's a lot of pressure, y'know! three, magic number, all that shit!
but it's nostalgia boulevard. it's sentimental city. certain things stick out.
ronnie tosses a balled up piece of label at eddie. "foam party at the hawk."
her best friend's mouth perks up and he bats a big ol' bastard of a hand at her. "you're just sayin' that."
"i'm not! that was... i mean, that revolutionized the hawkins fuck you genre!"
"yeah, well, that's what they get for showing it's a wonderful life in july."
"you and your girlfriend dawn dishsoap gettin' freaky in the air vents."
"i could've gone to juvie for that one. if they caught me."
"this is what i'm sayin'!"
click, click. eddie lights another cigarette and ronnie nearly asks him for one, but knows she'll regret the taste of gross tobacco breath in the morning. "but it's still not number one, or number two," he points out.
"well, no, because number two is steve harrington's bald patch!"
a resounding SMACK! as both ronnie and eddie clap their hands together on cue, breaking into peals of soundless laughter, so much so that i'm gonna have to explain this fucking bit to ya, aren't i?
steve harrington's bald patch was a glorious era of time where ronnie was once caught attempting to see something through the arc de triomphe of steve harrington's hair. this prompted steve harrington to be like, what are you staring at, weirdo, or something to that effect which ronnie didn't appreciate. so she was all, dude, you might wanna... get that looked at... that... patch on the back of your head...
and somehow, by some grace of some satanic deity, it caught on.
every time ronnie or eddie were within staring distance of harrington, they zeroed in on the back of his head, exchanging looks of disgust, mild concern, but never amusement so he'd think it was real. and furthermore, they were worried for him. because who wouldn't be worried about steve 'the hair' harrington's hair? it was basically the hawkins high mascot.
and who had more school spirit than ecker and munson?
"ohhhh, shit!" ronnie yelps, wiping at her streaming eyes. "think he ever went and got that rogaine?"
"uuuggghhuhuh, who gives a shit!" eddie drums on the armrests excitedly, the both of them belly-sore from laughing. "number one, ecker! the big catch, c'mon! better be as good as what i'm thinkin' of because if not..."
ronnie lets the last dregs of their laughter peter off into the night air before she answers. the night air, the last night's air, the last night she'll sit out here with eddie talking shit, being teenagers, being go-nowhere do-nothing kids from the trailer park. her stomach twists, but she doesn't let that stop her.
"well, duh," she swallows, after a the last pull of beer suds from her bottle, "graduating."
it takes eddie a second. "you're an asshole."
ronnie's cheeks straight up ache.
"i know."
how the hell is she gonna survive new york without this?
"and i'm very proud of you, asshole."
ah, shit.
"i know."
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astronautbeans · 7 months
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for the ask game: 25, 29 (for The Moth and The Flame :D), 39 and/or 50?
yooooo 4 whole things to answer!!!!
25. What other websites or resources do you use most often when you write? probably fanfiction.net?? I have/need to look up a lot for fics like tidal waves or htkag so the pacific rim and empires smp wikis are visited a lot xD
29. What songs would be (or are) on a playlist for [insert fic]? Explain your choices if you want! I'm so bad with fic playlists you have no idea- but two songs that I associate with the fic are Shakin' Off The Rust by The Blue Stones for vibes (and it was going to be the title at first), and Empire & the Sun by The Moth & The Flame which doesn't really fit the vibe of the fic but that's the only song I know from them, and it's where I got my title from
39. Is any aspect of your writing process inspired by other writers or people? If so, who? one thing that's definitely helped me with my writing process is the Sprinto bot (love you Sprinto bot <3) which was introduced to me by @/artielotl over a year ago! :D
50. Answer any question of your choice, or talk about anything you want to talk about! I'll take this moment to talk about Etho (wow how original, who would've thought?) but I just??? can't settle on headcanons???? like I enjoy this guy so much but my head will pingpong between wither!Etho and glitch!Etho and phantom!Etho (beloved, honestly) and immortal/herobrine!Etho and fox!Etho and I could just keep going,,, but that said feel free to drop more Etho headcanons I would love to add them to my collection hear more!
thx so much for the ask!! :D
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conscience-killer · 2 years
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19) when it comes to more complicated narratives, how do you keep track of outlines, characters, development, timeline, ect.?
Lost Souls Forever (aka the fic that very nearly broke me for good) required so much planning that I ended up having to make a motherfucking timeline. Here it is. Please note the Pepe meme! That fic is the reason I started watching Sunny in the first place - I was busting out the meme so frequently that I felt compelled to watch the show out of respect. I owe LSF a lot. :')
25) copy/paste a few sentences or a short paragraph that you’re particularly proud of
Please enjoy my extremely blatant homage to Billy Butcher, from Father of All Motherfuckers:
He’s dark-haired and bearded, British, unkempt and foulmouthed, with a penchant (like most Brits) for calling everyone and everything a cunt. His clothes – a dark Hawaiian shirt, weathered leather duster, faded black jeans and unlaced Doc Martens – enrich his aura of psychotic authority the way a squirt of soap enriches jerking off in the shower. And Cricket, ignoring the moans and slurps of the suckers and suckees scattered around the vicinity, cannot help but make a beeline straight for him. Up close, he smells of testosterone, cigarettes and sin.
And I was rather pleased with this moment from Shakin' Off the Rust:
The mail doesn’t stop, and neither do the insects buzzing around his mind as Charlie explains this entire shitshow to Mac. Mac isn’t getting it, and he doesn’t see Barney, either. Goddammit, it had all sounded so plausible before. Maybe he does sound like a Charlie Brown teacher, after all. Was he named after Charlie fucking Brown? When he popped out, happy as a clam, did he make goofy mute trombone sounds instead of crying like a normal baby? Shit. He takes a drag of his cigarette and stills, the upbeat bassline of Day Bow Bow penetrating his thoughts for reasons known only to the brain hornets.
Thanks much for the ask! 💜
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writing doesn't go brrr, so playlist for morinel (backstory edition/up to start of canon)
listening links; spotify, youtube
little flower - you'll rise in the wake of the winter / when april calls you from the ground / you'll laugh as the rain starts to whisper / and hold your head up to the clouds
funeral song - if these bare walls could sing, they would sing us a funeral song / push their wooden words into your mouth / they would not wish to be a burden to your tongue
stop and stare - this town is colder now, i think it's sick of us / It's time to make our move, iI'm shakin' off the rust / i've got my heart set on anywhere but here
all the stars - all the stars in the sky, burn to black close your eyes / all the stars in the sky, say goodbye say goodbye / we were here yesterday, now we seem so far away
heirloom - you try your hardest to leave the past alone / this crooked posture is all you've ever known / It is the consequence of living in between / the weight of family and the pull of gravity
crystals - i know i'll wither, so peel away the bark / 'cause nothing grows when it is dark / in spite of all my fears, i can see it all so clear / i see it all so clear
how about forever - there was a time though it seemed strange / when i didn't know your face / and i didn't know your name / somewhere our paths crossed along the way / and now there is only one more thing I've got to say
bow and arrow - won't you hold my hands over my heart? / i want you to close my eyes when it grows dark / oh, we go over the mountains and under the stars
in the embers - like fireworks, we pull apart the dark / Compete against the stars, with all of our hearts / till our temporary brilliance turns to ash / We pull apart the darkness while we can
small hands - and all the angers that they hid inside your chest / we will unravel all of the chains / and toss the remnants all down the drain
kings & queens & vagabonds - restless souls in the desert sand / dream of another land / that heroes and villains claimed before
hell or high water - trees are burning, ravens fly / smoke is filling up the sky / we are running out of time / when the river's running red /and we begin to falter / we'll hang on to the edge
trouble - trouble, coming in the dead of night / trouble, making everything all right / it's in your blood / it's in your bones / you cannot sleep for-
things we lost in the fire - things we lost to the flames / things we'll never see again / all that we've amassed / sits before us, shattered into ash
soldier - soldier keep on marching on / head down till the work is done / waiting on the morning sun / soldier keep on marching on
heart of darkness - the quiet, it swallows us / what's waiting around the corner / senses we cannot trust / hunted by unseen horrors
all the king's horses - i knock the ice from my bones / try not to feel the cold / caught in the thought of that time / when everything was fine, everything was mine
i of the storm - if i could face them / if i could make amends with all my shadows / i'd bow my head and welcome them / but i feel it burning / like when the winter wind stops my breathing
paint - i know how to dream, know how to dream / still, there's a wound and i'm moving slow / though it don't show, though it don't show / i've got a hole where nothing grows / how little you know, how little you know
home ii - broken stones, broken lightning / this house of doubt is what we know / chasing down the silver linings / of wounded minds and wounded souls
the weight of living, pt. i - stepping forward out into the day / shrugging off the dust and memory / though it's soaring still above your head / it is out of sight and none shall see
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storyswept · 1 year
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Finished The Lost Metal over two weeks ago, but it took me a bit of time to collect my thoughts and type them out.
Spoilers under the cut.
Despite the multi-chaptered epilogue, “The End of Era Two of Mistborn” concluding the book feels very much like a “To Be Continued...”.
Now, don't get me wrong, I enjoyed every bit of the ride... but the ending leaves many questions unanswered:
Was Autonomy the only Shard interfering in Scadrial´s affairs? Moonlight / Shai´s words made me wonder (“Something is off about all this. A shade too red to be natural.”)
Who drained the Bands of Mourning?
Was Harmony lying to Wayne, Kelsier or both? (about the lerasium)
Will Wax ever realise he became a Mistborn?
Who are the Ghostbloods we didn´t learn about? I find it hard to believe that they wouldn't have any members of Scadrian origin besides Kel.
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I kinda saw Wayne's death coming, since his low health kept being mentioned. How he died, however, left me with mixed feelings. Despite his annoying quirks and his past, Wayne was part of the protagonists since the beginning. He didn't need to die to be a hero.
In The Lost Metal, we see Wayne struggling with self-loathing. We learn that the different personas he adopts are, in a way, a coping mechanism. Towards the end of the book, Wayne entertains the idea of letting go of his self-hate:
Maybe … maybe it was time to bury that corpse. Because rusts, it was feelin’ heavy lately. What would life be like if he weren’t carryin’ that thing? Maybe a part of him was ready, and had been for years. He’d stopped shakin’ when he held a gun. His body was ready to move on. Could his mind allow it?
- The Lost Metal, Chapter 58
In the end, Wayne never gets to find out what a life without self-loathing would be like. Instead, he choses to put his life on the line so that others can live. While this decision is true to Wayne's character, part of me can't help but feel frustrated that Sanderson chose to halt his character development at this particular point.
I believe that Sanderson already knew that Wayne was going to die when he finished the first book of The Wax and Wayne series. In The Alloy of Law Chapter 10, we learn about Wax and Wayne's first meeting and how it took place shortly after Wayne killed a man. In the very same chapter, I stumbled across the following quote:
Was Wayne taking too long? [Marasi] fidgeted, then finally decided to climb the stairwell.
(...) “Wayne?” she said, nervous as she peeked out of the stairwell.
(...) “He is dead, young lady,” an aged, distinguished voice said from the darkness. “I am sorry for your loss.”
Her heart just about stopped.
“Yes,” the voice continued, “he was simply too handsome, too clever, and too immensely remarkable in all aspects of his existence to allow to live.” Someone pushed open a window, letting in light and revealing Wayne’s face. “I’m afraid it took a hundred men to bring him down, and he killed all but one. His last words were, ‘Tell Wax … that he’s a total git … and he still owes me five notes.’”
“Wayne,” she hissed.
- The Alloy of Law, Chapter 10
In retrospect, this feels like blatant foreshadowing.
I don't have as much to say about the other characters´ endings. I'm happy that Wax and Steris get to raise their children together and that more people joined the Steris appreciation bandwagon.
I'm not surprised Marasi didn't join the Ghostbloods (with her law-enforcement background, she didn't really fit the profile). Didn't expect her to go into politics though.
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writingcold · 11 months
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Thank you, @jmkho - don't mind if I do this again! by the by - you have a wicked taste in music darling. 😘
Rules: shuffle your ‘on repeat’ playlist and post the first ten tracks, then tag ten people
And this time I used a playlist I use for writing, so it may really be weird
Let's see - I'll just tag anyone who wants to do this again. No pressure, just share because it's really cool to see what everyone may be into sound-wise.
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ramblinguitar · 1 year
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Don’t think I’ve shared this here yet (?) but thought some of you all would like this one @grunge-flavored-flowers @langdonsluxiouslocks @imdistressed @dearscone @reignoerme @emometalhead (if I have shared before feel free to ignore)
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sewerkingcharlie · 1 year
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i don't know why but until those last posts i thought that you didn't read fanfics of others. now i have to know. which sunny fics are your favourites?
i don't too often anymore bc reading is a struggle for me and writing takes up most of my fanfic energy, but id love to answer this!!!
summer gods by jbolle89 is my current favourite! it's absolutely beautifully written, the prose is fucking gorgeous and they've absolutely nailed the characterisation of charlie and dennis more than i've ever read in fic before. would highly highly recommend!!
the mercy series by sunflowersocialist is fucking immensely good, a win for charmacden and well written smut enjoyers!
please and wide open spaces by thekidkelly are incredible, and so is quite literally every single one of their charmac fics. nobody gets charmac like ac, go and check their fics out! they're insanely well written and tragically underappreciated
shakin' off the rust by silentsinger is a crazy good charmac smut. one of my personal favourites, it's so well written!
you all over me by zaexx is absolutely beautiful and such a unique au concept, i've read it like, so many times now
all the things we move past by chrundletheokay is a fic that's really stuck in my memory bc it was so well written and characterised! one of my favourite charden ones of all time
i can't recommend these fics highly enough!!! and thank u for the ask friend, i love answering things like this <33 support fellow fic writers forever and always
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