#wolffy writes fic

[wolffyluna]

Trick or treat! Hualian pigeon au (inspired by your Inktober art 🤣 )

So. This is a week later.

My excuse is, I came up with this idea for a full length fic that I thought would be fun. Sure, it was a pigeon keeping AU, but close enough. And then I started writing it, and realised that it didn't need to be as long as I planned it to be? And that by making it longer, I would have not so much as 'over egged the pudding' as 'made a sweet omellete.'

...except then it wasn't even a pigeon keeping AU?

So, I have a picture of HuaLian as pigeons.

And I have a post-canon pigeon fic.

***

Xie Lian sat on the edge of a fountain, watching as the crowds milled apart the market. The bubbling sound cut half the hubbub, and the scent of clean water cut half the smell of fried food and cooking meat.

Hua Cheng sat next to him, scanning the crowds as well, looking almost as if he was Xie Lian’s guard.

Which was funny, because they were out here in this mortal town on Ghost City business. Xie Lian didn’t have any reason to come, just— Hua Cheng had only just recently returned to him, and he was still greedy for his company. But the business was over, and they both sat around lazily, with nothing better to do.

Xie Lian munched on one of the red bean buns Hua Cheng insisted on buying for him.

A pigeon walked up to them, in that shy back and forth bob as they tried to test how close they dared to get for the reward of crumbs. She held her wings tight, ready to spring into flight at the merest twitch from the scary ‘humans.’

She was smell enough that he guessed she was a hen. Mostly white, with a strip of iridescent gray around her neck like a piece of jewellery. Very pretty, for a feral bird.

The pigeon keepers in Xianle had always favoured that pattern. The dovecotes in the palace were filled with as many pied birds like her as they were with pure white ones.

Maybe she was a distant descendant. That was a nice thought.

He pinched off a bit of bun, and tossed it to her.

She pecked at it, with great gusto and happy coos.

Hua Cheng leaned over to watch, taking the excuse to put his hand on top of Xie Lian’s. “Encouraging the rabble, I see?”

Xie Lian laughed. “Supporting my fellow busker.” He threw her another piece. A few more pigeons crept up cautiously, but she commanded enough presence that they didn’t dare approach yet. “She is a very charming performer.” If she was a long lost descendant of dove royalty, scraping a living out on the streets— well, she was fat and at least happy for now. That was something.

Hua Cheng’s eye crinkled. “I fear this San Lang is a phillistine.”

Xie Lian laughed again, and handed him some crumbs to distribute. “It takes time to properly appreciate the art, but my San Lang is so clever, I’m sure he could pick it up quickly.”

#tgcf #hua cheng #xie lian #my art #wolffy writes fic #asks #unforth #...did i accidentally draw gomens pigeons?

[labyrinthdancer]

mega procrastinating rn doin everything BUT write my febuwhump fic

after years of not touching colored pencils I drew a wolffie, and i think i did a pretty good job :)

weird as hell angle to cause I couldn’t get my shadow out of the pic

#legend of zelda #lu twilight #linked universe #linked universe twilight #the legend of zelda #loz #zelda #wolf link #wolfie #drawing #color pencil #traditional drawing #traditional art #y’all i’m procrastinating help #Labs art

[wolfgirl-valentine]

Firefighter Hob I draw some months ago for my friends in the Dreamling con Ñ server based in this drabble I did for the Dreamling week, maybe one day I'll try to write something more long about that AU idk (and I'm really proud of how his face come out in this one 🥹)

Real life has been a little too much lately, I haven't draw much these days, I mean I have some sketches but I haven't finish even one, much less write, but I feel that if I stop publishing things for much time is going to be hard to do so later, so I'm going to be uploading some old drawings every now and then :)

(I'm very sleep depraved right now so I'm sorry about the English, at least I use real words right? They sound like real words to me...)

ALSO!!!

I make a sideblog to archive all my drawings and fics, instead of a pined post, so if you want to see other works from me you can give it a look (if you want of course) (⁠.⁠ ⁠❛⁠ ⁠ᴗ⁠ ⁠❛⁠.⁠). @miss-wolffie

#My art #hob gadling #Dreamling #Kinda #I really need to learn how to take photos #My sleeping habits have been more horrible than usual this last week's please somebody save me

[tavina-writes]

A, F, and U for the fanfic asks?

Wolffy!!! :DDD

A: Of the fanfic you’ve written, which is your favorite and why?

I think this suffers from "and will change by day" selection, because it's almost always the one that's just been posted that I'm so excited for other people to see, but I really liked:

did you know that the crabapple tree is still standing? which is a Qin Su-centric, JGY/Qin Su/JC fic that I wrote for @marquisguyun this past FFFX :D

F: Is there a song or a playlist to associate with [insert fic]?

But you didn't specify a fic! I think lots of my fics have opening author's notes that delve into the song(s) and other things that inspired their creation, so that's pretty documented across my works in general. The fic above has this in the author's note so,

The title is from the theme song of The Story of Minglan, from the lines ‘昨夜雨疏风骤/浓睡不消残酒 /试问卷帘人/却道海棠依旧/知否 知否/应是绿肥红瘦’ ‘last night, the wind and rain arrived abruptly/heavy sleep will not dispel the remaining wine/asked the person rolling up the curtain/who responded ‘the crabapple tree is still standing’/do you know? do you know?/if the green [leaves] are still plump and the red [flowers] are still lean?’ which itself is an adaptation of a famous Li Qingzhao poem, but such is life where we riff off of other things! :D

U: Is there a pairing you would like to write, but haven’t tried yet.

My brain is always a demented crystal ball of rarepairs, but I don't think I've tried that many LQR ships yet....maybe it's time to go to rarepair hell even more...

:D thanks for the ask! This answer is brought to you by #TavProcrastinatesOnExchangeAssignments!

#asks and answers

[irrealisms]

Anonymous FanFic Ask Game: F, K, N, W?

F: Share a snippet from one of your favorite dialogue scenes you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it. oh jeez. let’s go with this bit from dream when there’s nothing to feast on:

She was smiling, too, a little, but it dropped after a moment. “Don’t tell Basira? She doesn’t... I don’t want her to know. Any of this.” Jon reached for her hand, squeezing it. With his eyes closed, that warmth felt familiar. Comforting. “Right, I--I won’t. Tell her, I mean. I’m not exactly thrilled for her to realize either, you know.” “You think she’d try and stop you, if she realized? Bring you meals?” Daisy sounded as exhausted as Jon felt. Did he sound like that too? Probably did, if he was being honest with himself. And then he processed what she said, and he almost laughed again. “What? No, God no. She’d probably give me a trophy. Jonathan Sims, finally killing his first monster.” He sighed. “It’s not--I don’t disagree with her. It’s the right thing to do. I--no offense to you, I’m glad that I got you out, but I wouldn’t have gone into the coffin if I wasn’t--well.”

Because they have such different background assumptions here and it’s colliding so painfully. I wrote a lot about this for a previous ask meme but I just..... have a lot of thoughts on s4 jon and daisy, okay. 

K: What’s the angstiest idea you’ve ever come up with? ‘ever’ is hard, given..... my entire me..... this involved like a half hour of deliberation and also i went through DM logs with one of my friends BUT. while i think i have (unwritten!) ideas that are significantly whumpier, i think the most angsty is this fic, which is Very Technically A Fix-It. as @regicidal-optimism said while i was deliberating:

i maintain that "and then his LOVER has to KILL him out of MERCY and it's KIND OF MURDER but also KIND OF SUICIDE and fingon MOURNS FOREVER even though it was NECESSARY" is like injecting angstgoblin content directly into the bloodstream

N: Is there a fic you wish someone else would write (or finish) for you? “““a”““ fic. i have an entire list of fics i wish people would write or finish for me. a short list, PLEASE feel free 2 steal: - the really long cityverse+tolkien crossover fic about the silent war between armenelos and andunie - the really long cityverse+tolkien crossover fic about gondolin, told with pov alternating between turgon and maeglin (first half a chapter of this is written) - the fic in which maeglin plans with a fellow prisoner to escape and how to get back to gondolin, and also falls in love, except, lmao, whoops, looks like that “fellow prisoner” was actually sauron! sucks to be youuuuuuuu - petermartin pt 2 (this one has an outline and a title) - jon and daisy are friends but also he has a lot of trauma from her trying to kill him? and he was trying to push that down and decide to trust everyone but then in the coffin she confirms that he was right? but also he’s taking noncon statements so, like, maybe she isn’t wrong? and then he asks if she still is planning on it, and she’s like “no, dumbass”, and he’s relieved and guilty and kind of defensive/argumentative and just in general it’s a bit of a mess and he cries about it and she comforts him and has to keep figuring out how to cope with what she’s done (hint: it’s with the grim knowledge that she’ll be dead soon anyway, she doesn’t have to hang on much longer. she won’t say that though and jon isn’t going to pick it up unless he Knows it) - jon COULD be on drugs, a statement which here means “wait, stimulants decrease appetite and keep you awake? i bet that has some applications for s4 jon”  - a flesh statement that goes hard as hell due to having watched earthlings at the age of twelve, and also i ask ozy and gray for help wrt what animals are afraid of - the one where jonathan sims is a hunger games victor (hey grace) - wktd au of mdzs that establishes Purple Ending Canon (heeeeey grace) - jgy/mxy/nhs (hey wolffy) - tma + mdzs crossover, aka The One In Which Xue Yang Is A Desolation Avatar

W: Do you like more general prompts, or more specific ones? depends. specific prompts are more--high-variance? i’m more likely to delete a specific prompt but i’m also more likely to, like...........write it. with a general prompt, it depends a lot more on whether i already have an idea; if i do, i’ll go “oh yay an excuse to write my idea!”, but if not, i will look at it and go “cool! i have no idea what to write!”. i think in general i prefer specific prompts.

#Anonymous

[wolffyluna]

I'm going through and editing my novel, and it a shame that I'm having to cut out such colour commentary as:

WRITING IS HARD AND ALSO A FARCE

#wolffy writes fic #i was trying to make sure the audience knew a thing #while also avoiding an as you know bob #it. it is not easy

[wolffyluna]

Femslash February Plans

I'm thinking of what I'm going to do for Femslash February.

There's two options:

Option #1: The Sensible One

If I go with this option, I know exactly what I'm going to do. The downside is that the thing is hard.

I have this original f/f novel I'm working on. It's in the second draft, a word which here means "a bunch of the scenes are missing, but all of them are outlined, and I know which ones." I could aim to, by the end of February, have

all the scenes written

in nice cleaned up prose where all people and locations have names

so I can send it to my beloved and long suffering beta to be told what exactly is wrong with it

Option #2: Let's Live A Little!

Along with working on the novel (I like to work on multiple projects at once), I make some smaller fics/ fanart/ podfics, maybe? I might aim for either four (one a week) or seven (like those fandom weeks of old.)

The main problem is that I am kind of Blanking On Actionable Ideas. ("Karlach is cool!" "Right, but you haven't finished the game, and anyway, who would you be shipping her with?" " uhhhhhhhhhhhhh..." or "Double Life Cleo slash Pearl!" "Great, you have two characters, and from a thing you have finished! Do you have a plot?" "ah. hm. hmmmmmmm." )

A secondary problem is that I would need to come up with a workable definition of femslash, at least for myself. On the great Cartesian plane with the axes of "Woman" and "Canon," I must decide where I land between the points of "both characters should straightforwardly be women canonically," "Zhu Chongba is non-binary, but they're a nonbinary lesbian, so it would be strange to say Zhu Chongba/Ma Xiuying isn't femslash?" "should I just be able to make a canonically supported argument that both characters aren't ~solely men? (or: is beefleaf femslash????)" and "are genderbends valid if the character being a woman is important to the fic?"

At the moment I'm leaning towards something along the lines of "Zhu Chongba/Ma Xiuying is on the correct side of the Femslash Line on account of everyone being lesbians" but am very torn about whether to allow genderbends. On the one hand, there is the thing where "can we please focus on the canonical women for one second without going 'he's my babygirl. my silly rabbit'?" On the other: I am a huge sucker both for trans readings of characters, and also looking at how characters would read very differently if they are women.

(Advice/opinions/votes/encouragement etc are all welcomed.)

#wolffy writes fic

[wolffyluna]

For the femslash prompts, Lae'zel + either Shadowheart or female Tav, whichever sparks more joy?

Thank you and have a good day!

Shadowheart/Lae'zel, featuring Gith Flirtation and Shadowheart having no idea what is going.

(warning for some violence, but it isn't bloody.)

Pain flared in her arm. Shadowheart flailed towards waking, taking that grinding pressure as a lodestar towards the physical world.

There was a boot digging into her bicep.

Lae’zel’s boot.

She loomed over her, not letting the fact she was small stop her from turning her body into a wall. Her fingers dug into Shadowheart’s other arm. The knife at her throat glinted in the light of the full moon.

She pressed all her weight down into that boot. “You should be on guard for your own tactics, Shadowheart.”

“Is this about the artefact again?” She kept a knife within arms reach at all times for exactly this reason. If she could just get her fingers around it, and then break Lae’zel’s grip—

“No. This is about your survival.”

She couldn’t find the knife. She stopped looking with her hands and started looking with her eyes.

It wasn’t there. Nothing was there, not a single blade or book or hefty rock. Lae’zel had systematically moved anything even vaguely weapon-like out of her reach. While she was asleep.

“Ha, like I’d believe you.” Lae’zel had made one miscalculation— she had, actually, left a weapon in reach. The fact she was currently holding it to her throat wouldn’t matter once Shadowheart had got a hand on it. She struggled against the pin. A bruise from the boot bloomed against her bicep. That didn’t matter. She just had to get out, get some leverage--

Lae’zel didn’t even have the good grace to make it look like she found holding her down difficult. “Believe me or not. That changes nothing. This is about your survival.”

She gave up on freeing her torso. She kicked her legs up, trying to hit Lae’zel in the backside.

She missed.

After that embarrassing display, Lae’zel let go and sheathed her knife. She stepped back carefully, making sure to dig her boot in one last time. “Our enemies may not be as merciful as I am.” She turned her back to Shadowheart.

Shadowheart calculated. She could leap up, grab a weapon, and stab her in the back. It would be a close run thing, especially if Lae’zel saw the movement, but she could do it.

—it just, as much as it pained her to acknowledge, would not be worth it. No one would believe she had to do it. Not after being caught defending the artefact. She doubted the rest of them would keep her around if they thought her a traitor.

Lae’zel looked at her over her shoulder, a thin sliver of her profile lit up by the moon like her knife was. “Rest ready, Shadowheart.” She left the tent.

First, Shadowheart found where Lae’zel had hidden her weapons, and returned them in reach. It wasn’t the most important thing, but it was something she could fix now. Unlike if Lae’zel had done some deeply, deeply stupid.

Weapons (and holy book) returned, she checked the spot in her bedroll.

She looked at it, half disbelieving. Lae’zel hadn’t lied. The artefact was right where she left it. She put it back.

What in the Hells was all that for?

#bg3 #shadowheart #lae'zel #lae'zel/shadowheart #im not sure what the ship name is #laezelheart #? #wolffy writes fic #femslash february

[wolffyluna]

I have. Finished the second draft of my novel

[please picture a gif of me collapsed against a desk, lightly smouldering]

#wolffy writes fic

[wolffyluna]

I have finished something-you-could-reasonably-call-the-second-draft of my novel! (I've done the major structural edits, but in this case this means adding a bunch of scenes and subplots that were missing, so everything is like. kind all the same messy as hell state. which is not what my shorter fiction second drafts are like, but then my shorter fiction generally does not need me to tack a gazebo and a conservatory onto it, though.)

Also, something I find funny: the completed draft? 49,000 words. So close to 50k! So close! But not quite!

#wolffy writes fic

[wolffyluna]

I have a locked tomb fic idea, and in some ways it's mawkish as hell, but I'm kicking my feet about it.

[nona spoilers]

so, it's a combination of "wow, John must have been the cause of So Many Ominous PDFs" and also "oh no, he's trying to save the world with cryo, there would be so many [ahem] FewerErrors and Efficient Altruism Forum posts about him"

it would be an epistolary fic, with the cold bureaucratic pdfs and the panicked news articles interspersed with comments from FewerErrors (ranging from serious to jokey)

and here is the mawkish bit: the last section is a Petrov Day post. And like many Petrov Day posts, it's about This Year's Day. It's about how a lot of shit has been happening this year and people are panicking, but you've got to not make decisions like that. You need to check if there are errors. You need not to push the button because everything is happening so fast and you have to do something-- The post ends mid sentence, and the fic ends with a "Draft auto-saved at 3:11pm AEDT"

#locked tomb #wolffy writes fic #ideas

[wolffyluna]

So... sapphic steppe atrocities and death game streamers? :O

I'm going to start with Death Game Streamers, because that's a bit easier to explain succinctly.

Death Game Streamers

20 minutes into the future, full dive VR exists. You can feel pain, feel the touch of objects, and generally really fuck about with the physics engine. One of the most popular games to play and watch is a game that gives you a lot of creative tools to build and make things, including other games. Think if Minecraft, Gary's Mod, and Second Life had a weird VR baby.

And of course, there's lots of streamers for this game, and a big audience too, for every plausible way to play this game.

There's a big subculture for Hunger Games-esque games, where if you die in the game-- you don't die in real life. That would be absurd. But dying hurts like hell, because audiences for that really love it when the pain sim is turned up to high.

And the story is about the blossoming romance of two streamers invited to such a game-- and the way it goes Very Weird because it is happening while they have a constant audience and can't easily communicate about it-- between a pvp sweat and someone who is usually a builder and infamously bad at pvp. ("Hey, that sounds like--" NO IT DOESN'T. SHUT.)

Sapphic Steppe Atrocities

I love it, I have so much worldbuilding for it. It doesn't have a first draft yet. The plot is broken and I have to fix it.

A long time ago, humanity devoloped faster than light travel. You could travel to other worlds! But you couldn't travel back in your life time. Still, plenty of people sailed out to the stars, and colonised new planets. And this mostly went fine!

Except, a significant minority of planets had something, somewhere Go Wrong, and they lost the science fictional technology and and ended up varyingly in an Ancient/Medieval/Early Modern equilibrium.

Like the poor planet of Unnamed, where the use of Mega Smallpox as a bioweapon kind of took out everyone who knew how to run the power plants and the pharmaceutical plants, and also a lot of the survivors came from one of the several High Control Low Tech religious groups that moved to the planet? It's pretty medieval, in both technology and society (because well. a lot of the way modern society can be so modern is because we have consistently plentiful food and energy and access to birth control, etc.)

Faster faster than light travel has been invented, and so now all the human planets can be in contact again! Yay! ...and now people need to work out how to deal with The Bad Planets.

Staying out of the ring, we have: The Space UN! Who have regulations against giving technology or assistance to any society that is not a democracy, so no one, like, gives a tyrant a nuke.

In the blue corner, we have: Future! A representative of a semi-criminal group that believes that "no, what the fuck, the people living in medieval dictatorships deserve medical assistance, and we are giving it?" Her nom de crime is from a quote from Benjamin Franklin to Edward Jenner about how "future nations will now [how cool smallpox vaccination is]" because she is so strongly on Team We Made This Fucker Extinct Once and We Will Do It Again. This is planet is her first assignment, and it is Going Poorly!

In the red corner, we have: Sabina! A representative of Pax Imperia, that believes that these planets can be fixed by Just Authority With The Power To Enforce Itself Through Violence, and are as imperialist as their name implies! Sabina is a romanaboo who on all levels except physical has a greek statue as an icon, and who annoyingly put a lot of her points into Charisma.

Thrown into the ring against their will, we have: Alit and Ngaya! Two warrior women from steppe pastoralist groups at war. They had to flee a battle into the enemies-to-lovers wilderness, thanks to Pax Imperia interfering with lazer guns. They're respective cultures have very different opinions about women fighting. Ngaya has tied herself to an idea of the Ideal Warrior that is eating her alive. Alit is going "'on a journey of revenge, dig two graves?' Oh, no, we're going to be needing a lot more graves than that."

And it's a lot about how technology shapes society, and about gender, and about [wiggles hands] how to reshape a world full of suffering. And Alit and Ngaya are going to kiss, damnit. (And maybe Future will get involved, too, everyone has two hands.) (There are also plans for a fucked up Sabina/Ngaya flirtation, because they are Worryingly Similar People.)

#wolffy writes fic

[wolffyluna]

I'm done*!

I have finished the first draft of f/f fantasy arranged marriage novel, what with the scrupulous cavalry general and misanthropic embroidery mage.

The document is around 58k, which is not accurate to how long the thing is because the outline is in with the draft, but I know I'm missing some scenes, so the final thing ending up 50k is seems plausible?

WOO, MILESTONE!

[gif descriptions: a group of skeletons doing a celebratory ring around the rosie.]

#wolffy writes fic #the f/f fantasy arranged marriage

[wolffyluna]

I have written 50k words in 18 days!

I was about to say "and I now have less WIPs than when I started!" except, no, I've counted, and I have slightly more WIPs than when I started. ...oops.

Now if you'll excuse me [falls face first into a bed]

#wolffy writes fic

[wolffyluna]

I have read some of the first draft of my novel, and made a list of structural things that need to be fixed!

It's interesting how I'm rapidly flip flopping between "dear God, this author has never written prose in his life" and "oh my god this author is the funniest mother fucker on the planet"

Hopefully editing will push things towards the latter?

Now to have a bit of a break, and then keep working on my list of fixes/get distracted by the angband survivor Celebrimbor fic/ get *really* distracted by the "make your faves bigender: it's free it's cheap it's easy*"

#wolffy writes fic

[wolffyluna]

In the Angband Survivor Tyelpe fic, I want him and Gil Galad to know each other from Nargothrond.

Sensible way to achieve this: Gil Galad is just, somehow related to Orodreth

Silly way to achieve this: FIN GALAD

#silmarillion #wolffy writes fic #angband survivor Celebrimbor