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So I kinda dropped the Uglies fic idea. Sorry Chandie Miracle, you will likely never truly see the light of day-

BUT-

I have been hard at work on a new fic that I’m having so much fun writing. Not sure if it counts as an epic or a longfic, but it’s very lengthy either way. Like all of my fics usually are, it’s an OC centric (and of course, OC x CC) story. This time around, it’s for Invader Zim, because I’m in love with that show and have been since I was a kid. Currently, the title is, “Help Me Be Human,” and I think that’s set in stone—premature pun intended.

Here’s the draft I have of the description so far:

“Help me, Veronica. Help me be human.” Seth Brundle, “The Fly (1985)”

Celestin is the finest Inscriptor their planet has to offer, they’ve known it for quite some time. After graduating with the highest two ranks in class 2O9, they and their best friend, DD, are assigned to join Captain Moonstone and Lieutenant Bloodstone in going native on a planet known to its peoples as, “Earth.” The Humans who reside on the planet’s surface seem like they would make for perfect battle drones to use against the Irken Empire, which has been trying to conquer Syral for generations. However, when Celestin begins to come by feelings and experiences they haven’t ever had, it’s clear that the mission is in jeopardy. Combine that with the strange behaviors their Human vessel has begun to exhibit, and it’s clear that Syral’s finest Inscriptor is in way over their head. Will their Syrallian instincts let them surface, or will they allow their Human lungs to drown them?

Just wanted to post about that in case anybody’s interested. It’ll be on my main AO3 account, which you can find here: https://archiveofourown.org/users/Hunnie_Merrigolde

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Remember that Cuphead fic I posted about a few days ago?

Yeah I’m almost finished with it-

I’ve never had a beta reader before, but would anybody be interested in filling that role for me? I’ve gone over every chapter multiple times to edit and revise, mainly grammar and syntax, but having a second pair of eyes on it would probably do me some good. Just comment here or PM me if you’re interested. Thanks a million!

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Okay so I’ve officially started sewing the plot of this Cuphead fanfic I wanna write and need some feedback

It’s an OC/Canon fic because I am unapologetically trash. You know how Cuphead turns out to be a fucking piano prodigy in the cartoon? That’s the idea I’m running with. A few years after season three canon, putting the characters (Cuphead, Mugman, Chalice and OC) at around sixteen or seventeen, possibly fifteen depending on how teen romance I want this to be.

So OC comes over to Kettle Cottage to hang out with Chalice, who’s sort of been adopted by Elder Kettle between The Devil and Ms. Chalice and present day. OC steps into the cottage to find Chalice, only to learn that, in secret, Cuphead has been fostering his piano skills, as she walks in on him practicing while Mugman, Kettle and Chalice aren’t in the house. They have a brief exchange about music and how they should play something together sometime, then OC heads outside again to find Chalice.

It’s building up to this 1930s style community dance in a few weeks, two or three at most. OC was going over to discuss evening gowns for the event with Chalice. OC mentions hoping that the brothers will go, resulting in some, “One brother in particular, eh?” teasing from Chalice. OC mentions that she’d like to dance with Cup, but there’s one problem. She fucking sucks at dancing.

Cue a parallel AB style plot. In some chapters, Mugman is trying to help Cuphead stay motivated to keep practicing and not be embarrassed about it, and in others, Chalice has taken on the fruitless task of teaching OC to dance. It all comes together at the end where Cuphead is one of the musicians playing at the dance hall, OC is sitting on the edge of the stage next to the piano to listen, Chalice is charming the shoes off people and maybe Mugman gets to dance with Cala Maria in the background.

Every chapter is named after a love song from the 1930s. Dream a Little Dream of Me, Cheek to Cheek, Deed I Do, You Made Me Love You, et cetera. I also want to include a more emotion and less comedy based chapter called Stardust, which is from the late 1920s, but I’d still like to include the song somewhere. Dream a Little Dream of Me is gonna be chapter one, and Cheek to Cheek is the last chapter. The fic’s current, and probably set in stone, title is, “Love in C Major.” It’s a reference to how C major is considered to represent joyful love and romance. Also the C in the names of both Cuphead and the OC

Thoughts? Questions, comments, concerns? I’d love any feedback/ideas other people have for this <3

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Pretty description of Kris Dreemurr’s eyes because I had nothing better to do

Their dark hair often shaded their face. It was something that everyone around them had grown used to. For a brief stint, their mother had tried to encourage them to tie their hair back. Her ideas were subtleish, but also still more obvious than they could have been. Buying ribbons for them, asking them what’d happened to their old headband, teaching them how to towel wrap their hair when it was wet to keep it off of their neck and shoulders.

Eventually though, she’d given up on it, well aware of the fact that they could see—pun acknowledged—right through each attempt. They supposed she liked to see their eyes because they were the one part of her child that even slightly resembled her. Everything else though?

Even if they weren’t a human being raised by monsters, the differences would have been obvious. Their mother and brother had white hair, while their father’s was the color of the buttercups he often grew in his shop. Theirs was dark brown with the barest hinting of red undertones. Their family’s fur was white, and their skin was soft beige. Their parents both towered over even most other monsters, and their brother wasn’t far behind. Meanwhile, they hadn’t even reached 5.5 feet yet.

But their eyes?

Perhaps the resemblance was part of the reason why they kept them hidden. Not to separate themself from their family, but to keep that small part for themself. To tuck it into their heart like a secret note passed between friends in class. The warm, fierce carmine seemed inhuman, if only slightly, and that single word had ingrained itself in their brain from the first moment they heard it.

Most humans, they’d read online once, had one of four eye colors. Blue, green, hazel or brown. Colors like black, gray, amber and violet were rare, and ones like white, pink and red were nearly unheard of. That was something they liked about themself physically. It distinguished them just enough so that they could feel that they even slightly belonged.

In the Dark Worlds too, they’d found out. Whether it be in Castle Town, Card Kingdom or Cyber City, their eyes never changed. Always bright, always fierce, always red. Always theirs.

It was something they had control over too.

Most things these days remained outside of their hands, including those very hands. Their back often ached from the ramrod straight posture they were made to hold, their expression most often resembled a blank, emotionless mask, and they found themself running often despite never having been especially athletic. From their hair to their soles, their body seemed often to belong to somebody else, to that thing, that heart, that tried to make them resent the color of the one thing about themself that they liked.

They were stubborn though, and the creature knew it. They would not be stripped of themself completely. Each thing they could do on their own, they did. They made overly emotional speeches, they protected their friends, they jumbled the charms on a letter bead bracelet. They closed their eyes to not see Asriel’s room, they forced out confidence that didn’t exist when they were made to flirt, they tried to bully the puppet master into letting them eat moss.

And their eyes stayed covered.

The one thing that Kris Dreemurr liked about themself would remain theirs.

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Just wrote the second verse for a song I made up for my currently running fanfic series and tbh it’s pretty fucking good imo.

Basically what I’m doing is including one verse in the description of each story for a bit of dramatic flare and then labeling what verse it was. Your bitch is making the inverse of a songfic... It’s a ficsong baby

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love when fanfic writers are like “I love this character” & proceed to put them through shit even God has blacklisted, baby the middle ages called they want to hear your ideas

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Do you ever just look for lists to try and see what OCs will fall into each spot?

I just listened to the, “Eyes Blue Like the Atlantic,” thing with all the colors and got to thinking about each of my OCs and their eye colors. Felt like making one for each of them, while still using the other ones when needed. So...

Sofie/Tomar — Eyes brown, dark and romantic, and I’m goin’ down, like the Titanic

Annie — Eyes brown, gold flecked and seductive, and I’m goin’ down, like the Titanic

Arachne — Eyes yellow, cruel and sadistic, and I’m goin’ down, like the Titanic

Bo — Eyes hazel, earthy and ecstatic, and I’m goin’ down, like the Titanic

Corie — Eyes brown, teasing and observant, and I’m goin’ down, like the Titanic

Des — Eyes amber, warm and dramatic, and I’m goin’ down, like the Titanic

Emily — Eyes gray, pale and angelic, and I’m goin’ down, like the Titanic

Fabe — Eyes teal, pure and aesthetic, and I’m goin’ down, like the Titanic

Hina — Eyes brown, bright and beautific, and I’m goin’ down, like the Titanic

Jubilee — Eyes icy, cool and hypnotic, and I’m goin’ down, like the Titanic

Lakhi — Eyes gold, playful and ardent, and I’m goin’ down, like the Titanic

Coco — Eyes brown, soft and yet vibrant, and I’m goin’ down, like the Titanic

Mindy — Eyes hazel, sweet and dynamic, and I’m goin’ down, like the Titanic

Mira — Eyes lilac, gentle, inviting, and I’m goin’ down, like the Titanic

Nezumi — Eyes red, bold and volcanic, and I’m goin’ down, like the Titanic

Poppy — Eyes blue, like the Atlantic, and I’m goin’ down, like the Titanic (Finally-)

Rosemary — Eyes mixed, nature incarnate, and I’m goin’ down, like the Titanic

Rya/Rio — Eyes honey, determined, sarcastic, and I’m goin’ down, like the Titanic

Síofra — Eyes green, a vernal enchantment, and I’m goin’ down, like the Titanic

Thana — Eyes mint, heavy with heartache, and I’m goin’ down, like the Titanic

Rin Chen — Eyes green, tranquil and rebellious, and I’m goin’ down, like the Titanic

Violet — Eyes silver, lunar and electric, and I’m goin’ down, like the Titanic

Waida — Eyes magenta, brimming with passion, and I’m goin’ down, like the Titanic

Yvaine/Vincent — Eyes green, fierce and transcendent, and I’m goin’ down, like the Titanic

Zorya — Eyes violet, deep and galactic, and I’m goin’ down, like the Titanic

Yeah, I used a few lyrics from the original, and also edited a few of them to better fit the characters. Now I’m sort of tempted to record myself singing this ‘cause it’d be fun.

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Fucking sobbing. One of the really important people in my life—somebody I consider my cool aunt™ not related by blood—wrote me a Braille letter just thanking me for existing and told me, “I also hope you’re secretly one of my favorite fanfic writers,” and I started fucking bawling when I read that because I’ve never felt so validated before in my life-

It’s really cool to me that fanfiction is growing to have so much less of a stigma than it had when I was younger. It’s sort of a mainstream thing now, which is nice because it means I can freely talk about my WIPs with friends of mine in real life. I even got another friend of mine so into it that he started writing some xreaders that have been cooking up in his head.

Idk all the factors just sort of make me feel more valid in my endless love of fan content (fanart, fanfics, fansongs, et cetera) and it’s a really nice feeling overall <333

Sorry, just had to gush for a bit