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As a writer I need everyone to know that whenever I write "exchanged glances" my intent is this

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"you should be at the club" I should be working on my fanfic

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the fanfiction in my head is soooo good wish you guys could see this

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me, seeing someone left me a comment: screaming, running around the room in circles, kicking my feet up in the air, jumping up and down, giggling to myself, squealing, wiggling, dancing around...

me, replying to someone's comment: Thanks! I'm glad you enjoyed it. :)

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i dont think anything compares to the joy of getting asks on tumblr or getting comments on ao3

its like, wow. human communication thru the internet. except it feels personal. but yknow, in a nice way, not in an invasive way

its like, you CLICKED on MY account and read thru MY posts and cared enough to leave me a personal message. smth so cute abt that

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PSA for fanfic writers

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don't want to write I want to think very hard about my fic until it emerges from my head fully formed like athena

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how about 127 for our witchy trio. get well soon!

127. Dipsosis: Pathological great thirst; overwhelming desire for water

When Imogen sees the ocean, the first thing she thinks is: wow. It's so big.

She immediately resolves to never tell anyone that that was her first thought, because it's fucking stupid. But it is big -- the ocean goes on and on and on and on forever. It seems impossible that they've crossed it so many times, teleporting from continent to continent without--

"Last one in's a rotten egg!" Laudna cackles, and goes sprinting past Imogen towards the ocean.

...when did she get all her clothes off?

Doesn't matter, Imogen doesn't want to be last; she pumps too much of her magical energy into surging forward, leaving the ground and flying straight towards the blue. After a moment, a giant pelican starts flapping after her. They gain on Laudna, and then Imogen passes her -- and just in time she grabs Laudna's wrist, scoops her up, and throws them both into the ocean at the same time.

Splash. For a moment, the whole world is water; then Imogen pops to the surface again.

Laudna makes a noise like aalgughaulgahl and follows. Somehow, she has already attracted every scrap of seaweed in a ten-mile radius. "Imogen!" she says. "You've still got all your clothes on."

"Yeah, well, you didn't give me time before you--"

Waaark!

Fearne drops Wildshape in midair and cannonballs in after them; saltwater slaps Imogen in the face, shoots up her nose, chokes her. She falls ass over teakettle back into the water.

For a moment, she drifts. She can see Laudna's legs (and Laudna's...well) and Fearne's legs and the drifts of Fearne's silk in the water. The realization hits Imogen just as quick as the water, but without quite as much force: I'm happy.

She surfaces again. "Fearne, what the fuck."

"Did I win?" Fearne says. "I don't want to be an egg."

"Fearne," Laudna says, "you could never be an egg. Pâté's last."

"You summoned Pate?" Imogen says.

"Nope!" Laudna says. "That's why he's last."

"Totally," Fearne says. "Makes sense to me. Let's do it again, okay?"

Imogen says, "We're gonna run out of--"

Fearne splashes her. Imogen shrieks and splashes her back and then they're a mess of magic and salt water and squabbling and that thought, quiet and solid and real: I'm happy, I'm happy, I'm happy.

Send me characters and a number between 1-275 and I will give myself five minutes to write you a drabble!

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@imperfectpaladin more please? :)

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"i prefer a gentler approach" goes premium in my brain the way i've been looping it the whole day. that was craaaazy why are there 6 opened tabs of imodna fic rn whaaaat.

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ever thought about Imogearne? 👀

HMMM not really tbh

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Please remember your favorite writers are attention whores with a praise kink, they need validation to survive. Feed them comments and reblogs to save a life.

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Short Circuit

(Critical Role / Cyberpunk 2077; Polyhells | Polyamorous Bells Hells, Imogen Temult/Otohan Thull)

Co-written by @inomakani and myself, as the first installment of our new series, Night City, Neon Hearts.

Unofficially for @maddytrout, who's random ask prompt about imotohan dancing up on each other inadvertently inspired an entire crossover series~

Rating, Warnings, and Tags below the cut along with the opening lines~

First Words (I'm trying a new thing lol):

‘You’re looking for an older woman—maybe late 40s, early 50s. Short white hair, kinda butch,’ Dancer says, so audibly unimpressed that Imogen can clearly imagine the bland expression she’s sporting back home. Imogen smirks as she tilts her head down, hair falling forward slightly to conceal her response. “'Kinda'?” Even though the word is silently mouthed, the SubVoc implant in Imogen’s throat translates the motions into a reproduction of her voice, clear as if she had spoken aloud but cocooned within their private, group-wide call. ‘They don’t pull it off nowhere near good as me,’ Dancer drawls. Behind Imogen, Ashton snorts aloud, stirring her hair and drawing a few wary glances from the other passengers in the packed but near-silent elevator. As they ascend, the ever-present buzz of the electromagnetic spectrum surrounding them, always alive with activity in Night City, slowly congeals into coherent data that is filtered through Imogen’s cyberdeck and subtly wired into her very consciousness—a sixth sense, easy as breathing.

Link in the Title!

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so, since it's canon that laudna is super domme right now, i think we deserve lots of fanfiction about it

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all debates abt the artistic merits of fanfiction fail to recognize the purpose of fic. you don’t write fic to be published or to learn how to construct a narrative although you can use it to develop style. you write it so that your friends will message you “bestie you’re utterly deranged for this one im eating dirt” 

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all debates abt the artistic merits of fanfiction fail to recognize the purpose of fic. you don’t write fic to be published or to learn how to construct a narrative although you can use it to develop style. you write it so that your friends will message you “bestie you’re utterly deranged for this one im eating dirt” 

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This request was sent to us and we made a poll in response to it. Send the situation (in which you want to see a Blorbo) to our inbox and we’ll make a poll for you where people can vote if they think their Blorbos would survive said situation.