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#yes this is research for my fic

kanamesengoku · 3 months

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till all the seas run dry

"Oi! Are you Shimotsuki?" Turning to his left, he squinted a bit against the sun and leaned over the railing to see a young man around his own age, dark hair mussed and a huge duffel bag slung over his shoulder. His face was open and friendly and his bright eyes stared up at Zoro expectantly. "No, uh… she's in the shop," he offered, gesturing vaguely downwards towards the door. Then, his brain catching up, he continued, "are you… Garp's… new tenant?" Apparently the boy found the question amusing, because his face split into a huge grin and he broke into a peal of laughter. "Haha, yeah, I guess that's me!" he stated, still smiling up at Zoro. For some reason, it made Zoro want to smile back.

Roronoa Zoro, university student and florist, meets someone for the first time that he already knows.

-- relationship: monkey d. luffy/roronoa zoro rating: explicit word count: 27,976 chapter count: 7 tags: modern au, flower shop au, zoro is good at math, too many hidden references, mentioned nami/vivi, mvp sanji, developing relationship, angst and fluff and smut, most of the strawhats are just cameos so don't read specifically for them lmao, minor spoilers through wano act 1

#oh lord here we GO #one piece fanfiction #op fanfic #zolu #monkey d. luffy #roronoa zoro #one piece #ff #mine:fic #did NOT think i would be creating that tag in 2024 but here we are!!#did not think i'd be wanting to actually wanting to write again either!!#SENKA HAS DONE THIS TO ME AND I LOVE HER FOR IT BUT ALSO :RYUMASCREAM:#anyway if anybody wants to read my silly little attempt at a story about silly little pirates here it is i just have so many feelings #stay tuned for my next planned fic (yes ofc there's another) coming in like 10 years or something after i get past the research stage HGKJS #i have to post this before i go back in and convince myself i need to add more. or change phrasing again. or both-

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mydaroga · 1 year

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Everything I say will come out just a little bit different, I don’t mean on the transcript, but as it leaves my mind and comes through my mouth, it gets a little bit messed up just around about the mouth, where the words start….. doing it.

Paul McCartney, International Times, January 16, 1967

#THE most Paul thing Paul has ever said #except for how actually articulate it is about his particular inability to articulate certain things #which i say out of love i don't mean any actual disrespect #but we all know he does tend to Say Things sometimes #paul mccartney #interviews #yes I am procrastinating on my fic by 'doing research'#kris talks a lot

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yeats-infection · 4 months

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okay dear sweet friends it is my absolute pleasure to write 30k of left field 60s music RPF at the end of the year with the flu and share it with you all, happy holidays to you, please be well and DON'T get the flu wherever you are, here is a story called cross road blues

#does this take the cake for most insane thing i've ever posted. possibly #is it good. yes also possibly #my fic #if you don't know the narrative that's fine all you need to know is that they were best dearest friends who ended up in a notorious beef #and there are two really clear Sides to the Story #but there's only one story... which becomes fairly clear if you do a little research #and this is basically a fictional interpretation of the one story. that's all

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lycankeyy · 6 months

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Are these guys like contractually obligated to have one of them sit incorrectly on a sofa per episode

#thats an exaggeration but it happens a lot is my point #also yes im watching red sky again its for FIC RESEARCH let me LIVE /lhj #💛#tmnt 1987

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hideyseek · 2 months

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oh this is gonna be incoherent but i was rewatching the lollipop scene and i had a Thought.

i'd been confused abt why zhao yunlan does the whole lollipop thing at the point in the conversation that he does, i didn't understand what he was going for or what he gains from this. shen wei is trying to be vulnerable and zhao yunlan is cutting him off? but no! it's teasing! zhao yunlan is looking at this kid, who is so serious and carries so much responsibility, and teasing him for being so serious by using shen wei's own tactics against him!

shen wei just said: you have to be fast. [you have to act] before the enemy notices [what you're doing]. and that's exactly what zhao yunlan does! sticks that lollipop in shen wei's mouth and takes him completely by surprise!

#hidey watches guardian #ok well 'research' yes. research so i can send my beta who is not remotely in this fandom a link to the lollipop scene so they have context #for what gave rise to the entire fic #guardian

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snzinite · 3 months

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Nothing to See Here

2k words. yes that is the fic name. i finally finished something that wasn't a headcanon! yippee!! this is for @messysneezer who requested a fic involving Mudrock. sorry this took so long, i was busy for all of January so I didn't have much time to write write. this ended up being a little longer than i pictured. i hope you enjoy it!

female sneezes (mudrock) / allergies (pollen but mostly dust), some talk about mess and spray but not really much of either

Mudrock had never been inside of a Leithanien library before. Even in a town as small as this, it was something of a wonder. The ladders moved themselves to and fro, guided by the unseen hand of the musical arts of the gramophone units. Their music was soft and ambient, and their effects were more seen than heard. Books levitated themselves off the shelves for the clientele, going so far as to flip through themselves if one decided they were only looking to have a peek instead of a read. Warm lighting splashed visibility around classy decor of ornate stone and lacquered wood. She would have liked to spend a few days in this building alone… were it not for a few problems.

“Heh-xxng-choo!”

She scrunched her shoulders together as she pressed her finger into her lip through the sneeze. She had been waiting for that one to work its way out of her ever since she had to slip out of her suit.

A particularly nasty Leithanien caster unit had managed to tail what remained of her squad as they made a desperate play to soldier on to Kazdel. Her men lacked the strength or the willpower to square off against them now, so their only hope had been to ditch their equipment in a safe location and scatter about this border town in disguises. She rolled her shoulders, feeling the silky smooth straps of her casual dress glide across them. The feeling almost didn’t register against the soreness from months of having her armor and mud plates weigh down on them. She wore clothing, yet she felt almost naked.

“Het-xngt-choo!”

Speaking of feeling naked, the brief moment of being exposed to the grass pollen-laden air of springtime Leithanien had been enough to cause her allergies to flare up. Not exactly pleasant in its own right, but it could prove deadly if it caused her to be found. She rubbed the underside of her nose back and forth, subtly massaging her septum and the outside of her nostrils to ease them of the stinging itch that throbbed. It helped until it didn’t, and the sensation of a fingernail scratching and itch sent a tingle up to her sinus, until–

“HeeETCH-XNGT—oo!”

She exhaled after that one, nearly losing control but managing to stifle at the last second. The volume definitely increased a few notches, and she had officially drawn the notice of the denizens of the library. An older Caprinae man shushed her with a disapproving glare before adjusting his reading spectacles and going back to his tome.

(“Excuse me,”) she whispered as an apology before rubbing her nose again. It felt warm to the touch, with moisture beginning to collect at the insides of her nostrils. She attempted to sniffle it back. In that moment, she discovered two new unfortunate things about the situation.

One: this library was very dusty. The inhale caused her to just about feel every particle of dust that was invited into her already irritated, sensitive nasal passages. It made the itching migrate to the top of her throat for the time being, but she knew that it wouldn’t stay there for long. Apparently, the grand mastery of Leithanien arts units did not extend to cleaning functions. Now that she could feel it, she saw it on every surface, book, and floor she could lay eyes on.

Two, and much more immediately deadly: a Spire Caster, one of the most elite arts users in the Leithanien military, had made their way into the library while she had occupied herself with worrying about her allergies.

She took an involuntary breath of alarm and ducked behind a shelf. Her heart began to hammer in her chest. How many of her people had also chosen this library to hide out in? She hadn’t seen any come in, but the place was fairly large; it didn’t mean there weren’t any here. She willed herself to calm down. There was a reason she chose this place–detection arts were thwarted by thick sheafs of matter, and what better place to find such obstacles than a library?

The shot of adrenaline dulled the itching for a moment, but as she calmed it returned with a vengeance. She tried to swallow to tame it, but a pang of scratchiness lanced through her mouth into her nose. She took a hitching breath, then two–

“Haehh–choo! Hah-kxnt-choo!”

And stifled with all of her willpower against the side of her wrist. As soon as she was satisfied that she wasn’t going to sneeze again, she risked opening her eyes and shooting glances around her. The Elafia woman who shared the aisle with her gave her a strange, pointed look, but everything more or less remained the same otherwise.

She shook her head a bit and sniffled again. Blinking made her realize that tears had begun to pool at the corners of her eyes. She wiped at them with a delicate touch so not as to irritate her eyes.

Stifling meant she was now congested as all hell, not relieved of any of the itching, and generally miserable… but at least that meant her nose was clogged up to any other irritants looking to extend the misery further. She could still breathe in some troublemaking dust if she wasn’t careful, but low, shallow breaths would hopefully prevent that. She tested it out. The breath only fanned the embers of a sneeze rather than set it ablaze, so she managed to relax a little on that front.

The next step was to get clear of that Spire Caster by any means necessary. Not sneezing was half the battle–not casting out a metaphorical flare to her location was only one aspect, but merely being seen would be enough. She began to walk through the aisleways between shelves. She kept her pace measured as leisurely or academic; frantic footfalls of a run would more or less shout out that she was exactly who they were looking for.

She neared the center of the floor now. The dust on the shelves was thicker here. It made the roof of her mouth itch just looking at it. Her lips had parted so she could breathe entirely through her mouth. Any movement of air through her nose was bound to be futile and noisy at her luckiest. She needed to leave this place and regroup with her squad, but she couldn’t risk making a move so soon after she’d spotted the enemy.

Think, she forced herself. Stop thinking about how much you need to sneeze. You’re supposed to be a scholar, remember? What kind of scholar enters a library and doesn’t look at any books?

She reached for one at random, and her heart skipped a beat as it levitated itself into her hands. She had seen it earlier, but it turned out to be quite another thing to experience it personally. She did her best to ignore the puff of dust produced by it opening its cover for her and flipping through its pages. It would have been useless to her even if she wasn’t struggling to see through watering eyes, though. She had picked up enough Leithanien to hold a conversation, but she still couldn’t read more than directory signs.

She shut the book and tucked it under her arm. She paced around the corner, hopeful to find a reading table or chair in the corner of a room to keep watch over the area from when she froze.

Standing in the middle of the small space between shelf-aisles was the Spire Caster. They didn’t look like they were looking her way, but the unseeing face of their white masks always gave precious little away.

The jolt of fear caused Mudrock to suck in a lungful of air as she pivoted her heel back to press her back against the shelf she had just walked from. She stopped herself, but it was too late; the breath had already disturbed the contents of her sinuses. The resulting noise was no more than a deep snuffle, but that was the least of her worries. The tickle that danced in her nose spiked its heels into her, and she hitched once, twice, and–

“Hah-choo.” That was fine, but she wouldn’t get away with just that. “Hah-choo!” A little louder, but both had been contained fairly well. But the tickle only magnified, and she could only draw in a huge breath. Her mouth hung open. The world seemed to stop. She felt a tear roll down the outside of her eye off of her face.

Cover yourself! The thoughts came crashing in. Hold your nose shut! But they had come too late.

“HUUUESSSHHoo!” She sneezed down toward the floor, fully uncovered. Mercifully, the lighting wasn’t right for her or anyone else to see the resulting spray. Unmercifully, she wasn’t done–

“HAAUUUUESSSSSSHH-OO!” She brought a hand up in a reflex after the next one, but it wouldn’t have done her much good anyway. She had nothing to sneeze into but her bare hand and arm, and neither would have muted the sound. Thankfully, letting these out had reduced the itching dramatically, and she managed to end off the fit with a “HA—-choo!”

Her sinuses had cleared themselves of their congestion somewhat, too. She was much less uncomfortable now. Unfortunately, she was also probably much more heard by the Spire Caster. She whipped around to look for them. She did not have to look long.

The Spire Caster rounded the same corner she had just moments ago. The robed figure stood somewhat shorter than Mudrock, but their presence made her feel small. The black eye sockets of their mask bore down on her like hateful coals. She remained rock still, hand frozen over her face as though it would prevent them from sucking her soul out. Which, for all she knew, was just the sort of terrible spell that Spire Casters were capable of.

They held her gaze for a moment, then gave a chuckle as they dug around in their pocket.

“Let me guess. Foreigner? Grass season?” Their voice was soft, muted further behind the mask.

Oh. Right. They have no idea what me or my squad look like without our gear. This line of thinking was interrupted by a wordless panic followed by a single, stifled sneeze.

“HET–ngt-choo.” It took Mudrock a moment to find her voice again. When she did, her first syllable was choked with phlegm. “How did you know?”

“Well, the horns are more or less a dead giveaway,” they said. “And this time of year is always the worst for grass pollen. My sister has it worse than you do, and we’re from the C Minor Spire.”

She didn’t know what the C Minor Spire was, but she did recognize the bundle of gilded cloth she was handed from the Spire Caster’s pocket: a handkerchief.

“Oh,” she said, before forcing her brain to engage in nicety mode. “Thank you, but I couldn’t possibly.”

“It’s just a simple cloth. Please, keep it. If you’re planning on staying in this nest of dust, it sounds like you’ll need it.”

She hung in a pause before taking the handkerchief from them. She hadn’t made a mess of her face by sneezing, but removing her hand and showing her face felt like a barrier being breached by the enemy. She brought it back up by burying her nose in the cloth and blowing to get what remained in her nasal passages out of her. It felt nice on her irritated face; warmed by the Spire Caster’s body heat so it wasn’t uncomfortably cold, but not so warm that it aggravated any sensitive skin. “Thank you,” she managed.

“It’s nothing,” the Spire Caster said. “I hope you manage to feel some relief.” They turned away to leave, but they only made it one step before stopping. “Oh, right. Pardon me for asking, but you wouldn’t happen to know of any Sarkaz mercenaries by the name of Mudrock, would you?”

Nothing else could catch her off guard today. “Mud… Rock? Sounds like a silly mercenary name, no?”

The Spire Caster snorted. “Silly or not, he’s responsible for a lot of dead people. Be careful if you run into him or his men.”

“Will do,” she said, savoring the irony over a sniffle. “Thank you.”

#snz #snzblr #sneeze kink #snz kink #snzknights #snzfic #snz fic #took some liberties but i had a lot of fun with this #yes its a library fic AND a hiding fic sue me #i thought it was a cool idea #my mudrock research did me well i think

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zukkaoru · 15 days

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As someone who is disabled, I agree with the other anon, the way you write disability into the characters is very nice. It's done so casually, there isn't any judgemnet behind it, it isn't being done for the point of a pity plot, it's just... an extra detail. That feels very nice and refreshing. Thank you so much.

ahh thank you!! i do try to be careful with my depictions of disabilities and make a conscious effort to portray them as realistically disabling while also not going overboard into infantilization/savior plot/etc. so i'm very glad to hear that you think i'm doing it well <3

#especially since i don't have a lot of the disabilities i write about i try my best to combine research with personal experience/knowledge #so it's not strictly regurgitation of a 'how to write characters with [x]' blog post while also still (hopefully) being realistic #and the thing is that the same disability can affect different people in different ways #so i know that my depictions aren't going to be universal and that's really okay because there really isn't one universal depiction #for any disability #anyways yes thank you i do worry sometimes that i'm either doing not enough or too much in portraying disabilities in my writing #but i do sincerely try my best to give good depictions of the disabilities i give characters in fics #asks #anon asks

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onceuponaneverafter · 5 months

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happy one month of ACFTL!!

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i can't believe time has gone so fast! how has it been a month since the release day? and three weeks since i read the book??

anyway, i hope you all have a happy ACFTL 1 month anniversary, i'm spending today by doing homework, rereading TBONA (so i can reread ACFTL soon) and working on another post to celebrate some more 💗

#ouabh #acftl #look guys i'm TRYING SO HARD to finish part 1 of that acftl fic today bc it'd be so fun #but academic research is taking up all of my energy >:(((#so we will see! what i can do later tonight!#yes i CAN AND WILL celebrate this special little day <3

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izzielizzie · 9 months

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okay lovelies question time: what was a scene in oouib that was mentioned that you would have loved to see actually written out?

#for example my answer is maeve falling asleep on luis while frantically doing research #and yes this is for fic purposes #oouib

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nostalgia-tblr · 1 year

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So I am ostensibly doing Fic Research by rewatching an episode of telly and re that post about Depressing Sylvie Headcanons I think it is probably correct and Sylvie no longer speaks Asgardian, for I def got the vibe that she has no idea what the words to that song are.

Meanwhile, look at the stance, look at the swagger:

This 'serenading the lady (or gentleman, or whoever) to win them over' technique has worked before and is expected to work again. That's confidence. Misplaced confidence, but it's still confidence.

However: