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the-jillie-thoughts · 2 years ago

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If We Cross the Bridge.

"Dear Love, By the time you read this I will be gone. Where? I wont say. And I know you must be wondering with a frown on your face that why am I writing this letter all of a sudden. Backdated, aint it? Well I know you must be tired of all the works and troubled for me, for us. You would probably ignore my calls or texts for the time being to live away from the reality and that's okay. I would have done the same if I was in your place. So I chose this age-old practice of writing letters. Just read this when you feel free. I know we both were imperfect, but perfect for each other. However, not all love stories have a happy ending and unfortunately our's is one of them. But I cannot blame you and I guess it's the same the other way round. We both knew something got missing in us - the sparks? the ecstasy? the excitement? the attraction? the desire? Or maybe the endless LOVE? Not that we weren't trying but each trial made us lose hope on US. We faught a lot more than usual. We were exhausted. We knew it was the time for us to end this love before things turn toxic. Then something was stopping us. What was it? Our bond? The memories that we made? The happiness? The affections? Guilt? LOVE? We didn't know. We just knew we need to take a break from each other; to understand what we wanted, to understand ourselves, to breathe.

We were so busy sorting US out that we really forgot how this world looks like..

So we must end this...

The bond? The affection? The stress? The LOVE? Again, I don't know. But you know this is healthy for us, right? We need to check on ourselves. We need to know if our love interests have changed overtime or not. We need to be mature enough to handle commitments. If we ever cross paths again , I hope we see a better version of ourselves.

But I will remember this love because those feelings were real. Our memories were precious. The love was oh-so pure and innocent.

So I can't tell if this is a GOODBYE for now or forever. I wish we are together as a lovely couple in parallel universe. But now I bid my farewell to you. Take care of yourself. Don't do drunk driving. My phone number will be the same. Just because we aren't a couple anymore, doesn't change the fact that I will not care, morover when its you. Anyway, last but not the least, always remember me because I will never forget about US.

From

A little human you used to know."

. Few droplets of tears were falling on the piece of paper.

Tears? Oh yes. Of course they were tears. His eyes formed a puddle of tears and gradually he let them fall..

Why was he crying? He didn't know.

He must have felt like a burden was lifted from his back. He was free. He had plenty amount of time for himself. He should be happy with HER decision, shouldn't he?

But no. One could easily see how devastated he was by the way he was crying out loud; crumpling the paper without noticing as if it was his way of showing how much in despair he was.

Why? He didn't know.

For the guilt that he wasn't good enough? Definitely a no because both of them tried their best. May be he could have done more? He didn't know.

For the bond?

For lust?

For the lost love?

For her? Her smile, her resting bitch face when she was outside, her weak stomach with an elephant like appetite, her silliness, her clumsiness, her mother like nature, her protective bff behaviors, her possessiveness, her beautiful body which she was really insecure of, her deep brown eyes with the deepest eyelashes he had ever seen.....

Or....

Or For the affection they hold for each other?

For their memories. Where they first met; when he started feeling butterflies for her whenever she was around her; when he confessed and came to know she felt the same for him; Their little but cute dates.. their hugs, kisses, cuddles; when they first made love; when they started planning about their marriage, honeymoon even kids and their names, all while cuddling; When both were goofing around; when they were thrown out of the museums, restaurants or shopping malls because they acted like nothing but some annoying and mischievous kids or some horny teenagers who made out just anywhere and everywhere; the first time they introduced each other to their families; when....

Oh god! He just couldn't count the amount of memories, both good and bad they made together for all these years.

He really had many reasons to cry and the first and foremost reason was HER.

Was this love? Or the memories that were haunting him right now? He was confused.

With this inner turmoil and a teary pair of eyes he got up and walked to his room. With the letter written by her.

He threw himself on the bed, lied there closing his eyes with his left hand resting on his forehead.

He was feeling restless. He opened his eyes and read the letter again and again.

After sometime he got up and thought, was this really what he wanted? He didn't know.

For all he knew, she was right. They both needed time.. He just couldn't make a wrong decision again by confusing love with habit. Of course he got habituated with her.

After all they were partners. Even now he knew she was just one call away if he just made an excuse of falling down off stairs. And same applied for him too.

So he just couldn't take this risk. He couldn't let his emotional crisis lead him to something he might regret later.

He needed to know that whether he was still in love with her or the feelings they shared.

Love is not materialistic. One can give hundred percent of himself on materialistic things and get results. Why? Because it's just a challenge between you and your potential.

But Love? Even if you give your hundred percent on love, the probability of your other half to give their hundred percent is uncertain. A little mistake, and it will ruin the whole relationship.

He looked at the empty side of his bed where she used to sleep. He smiled a little and read the letter again. A single tear left from his eye but he wiped it. He took a deep breath,

"Love, I hope we cross the bridge if our feelings ever get sorted out. If not, I promise I'll always remember you".

END

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petrifact · 2 years ago

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The Cult of the Shard: Summary So Far

So... all my previous posts here have been backdated to the dates in the Write Your First Adventure workshop when I was supposed to have that bit done. This is my first post here that's actually accurately dated to when I'm actually posting it. It's December 1, and I'm supposed to be done with my RuneQuest adventure by now.

I'm not.

My last post before this, at the time I'm writing this, is dated to November 12. Not because it was written on November 12—it was written and posted on November 22—but because well, that's the last day of the workshop I've actually finished the work for. (Well, that's not entirely true; I've done another day or two but haven't posted on Tumblr about them yet, but that's because I decided rather than prioritize posting on Tumblr I'd prioritize working on the adventure, which sounds like a good idea in principle except that I haven't been working on the adventure much either.)

Granted, I do technically have a little extra time; the deadline for inclusion in the workshop bundle is December 8... so I still have another week. Is it possible I'll get it done by then? Yes, if I really buckle down and work on it, it's possible. Is it likely? I'm honestly not sure.

I started off behind, sure, but I sure haven't done much catching up. I thought, hey, I'll have Thanksgiving off work, maybe the following weekend, too; I can get a lot done then. I did indeed have Thanksgiving off work, and the following weekend too, and got very little done. Sure, Thanksgiving itself I was with my family, and the next day too, so maybe I have an excuse for not getting much done those days, but I was home by myself on the weekend and didn't get much done then either, and sure, I could say well I needed some down time off work, I needed to take a break, but I could make up excuses all day and it's not going to help me get it done.

It's not that I'm stuck. It's not that I don't know what to do next. It's just that it's been really hard to make myself work on it. I said before that I had a lot of unfinished projects, and this is probably why. Maybe it's just something about how my brain works. I start on something, I make some progress, and then my brain just... decides it doesn't want to work on that anymore. Why? Search me. Maybe it's because I know once I finish the writing I'll have to do the layout and get it all PDF-ready, and that's something I haven't done before, so at some level I'm kind of apprehensive to get to it. Or maybe it's just the opposite; maybe it's because once I it all planned out, I've statted out the most important characters, and the hard part of the writing is over, the rest seems like just easy busy work and I lose interest. I don't know; I just know that... I really don't want to work on it. I want to have worked on it. I want to get it done. But it's been very hard to make myself sit down and do it.

(Although I've never been formally diagnosed with ADHD, I think it's... very possible that I may in fact have it, which if so may be a strong contributing factor.)

Anyway, though, another thing I know from experience about my brain is that once I do get started on something new and get in the groove, then my brain often decides it wants to focus on that for a while. It's been long enough since I was seriously working on this adventure that it's entirely possible if I do manage to make myself start on it this will kick in and I'll be able to power through and get it done. At least, that's the hope. I'm going to do my best to muster my willpower tonight to actually sit down and work on my adventure like I ought to be doing, and I think there's still a chance I'll be able to put in the time over the next week and get it done, and it won't become just another of my myriad projects I started and never got around to finishing. Here goes nothing...

#Write Your First Adventure #RuneQuest #rpg #ttrpg #tabletop rpgs #Glorantha #Storytelling Collective #RPG writing

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ingravinoveritas · 3 years ago

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Did you happen to see ALs short lived IG story yesterday? She’d posted a screenshot of a message between her and MS. Nothing major just him saying he was finished filming and he was heading home and it was pizza night, followed by loads of kissy faces. She commented over the post something like, “when it’s your favourite night of the week” or words to that effect. Puzzled as to why it was quickly deleted and how nobody else seems to have seen it/mentioned it. Seems like she was trying to copy GT and DT, with their recent wordle texts, but no one seemed to mention it, even over on the bird app. Maybe didn’t get the attention she thought it would. I know DTs been trending a lot lately, and sometimes GT can cause him to blow up on the bird app depending on what she posts photo wise etc. Maybe ALs trying to get some of the same attention and it fell flat?

Hi, Anon! I know you sent this like two weeks ago, so apologies for me taking a while to answer it--I wanted to answer the Anon about Georgia’s #MarriedSexting screenshots first, so that this one would have some context.

Backdating from when you sent me this message, the day AL posted the story you mentioned would be January 27th, just four days after Georgia posted the “what’s for breakfast?” text. (Unfortunately, I did not get to see the Insta story myself, so if you or anyone else has a screenshot, please do feel free to DM me, or send it in with an ask.)

That being said, my first thought on reading your message was that it seems like AL was copying Georgia yet again, which is nothing new under the sun. I think there are also a few possibilities for what could’ve happened and why the Insta story was deleted so quickly. One is that Insta lets you choose who you want to share stories with, so perhaps AL meant for it to be shared with Close Friends and shared it publicly by mistake. Or maybe it was a case of Michael probably being a lot less agreeable than David about having his texts out there, and consequently either he or PR asked her to take it down. Another thought I had was that AL has hardly posted anything since Christmas, so it could be that she decided (or PR told her) to wait to post until Michael’s birthday the following week.

The thing is, some of what she did post on Michael’s birthday didn’t really get much attention, either, and was just downright...underwhelming, in my opinion:

Once again...I am confused. The first picture is the same as every picture of AL and Michael, in that both she and he have the same tight-lipped smile, with his noticeably not reaching his eyes. And there could not be anything more generic about the “Happy Birthday, my darling!” caption, which just feels so...planned. Like a post you’d make and a caption you’d write days in advance and queue, rather than something spontaneous and heartfelt. The generic feeling of the caption also stands in stark contrast to the specificity of Georgia calling Michael David’s “other wife” in her birthday post.

And the second picture...Lord help me, because all I can say is that the first thing that came to mind when I saw the word “petal” was a really hot MS/DT fic where David is topping and calls Michael that as he is bringing him over the edge. I seriously doubt that is what AL was referencing, of course, but I’m fairly sure she was also not referencing an Aziraphale/Crowley fic of mine that is also called “Petal.” I mean...what are the odds, really. Haha.

It’s also interesting that, from what I’ve read and had said to me since this was posted, while “petal” can be considered a term of endearment in Britain, it runs the risk of coming across as condescending, depending on how it’s said and who’s saying it, especially if that person is a non-native speaker. And that was indeed how I perceived it in this post. But what really didn’t help was that AL chose such a bizarre picture to go along with it. It’s (again) a picture of Michael taken from far away--which seems to be her specialty--but it’s not at all giving the “romantic glance from across the blossoms” vibes that I’m guessing were intended. Because when you look at his expression up close, Michael actually looks, well...visibly annoyed.

I just...why? Why would you choose these two pictures? Of all the pictures she has of/with him, she chooses one from months ago (presumably the night of the NTAs, which is just...we know what happened there, and that she is still not pulling focus away from Michael and David)...and then one where Michael looks like someone just slayed the Welsh dragon right in front of him. If as you mentioned, Anon, the aim was to get attention, it really does seem like it fell flat. Georgia’s “other wife” post was the highlight of Michael’s birthday and even got the attention of the media. AL’s post/Insta story...didn’t.

Even more interesting is that Georgia’s post made it painfully obvious that whatever is between Michael, David, and her is between the three of them, and AL is not a part of that. This goes back to what I said above, about the generic nature of AL’s caption calling Michael “darling,” versus the intimate nature of Georgia’s, where “other wife” is a specific and personal nickname. Neither of these posts said very much, number of words-wise...but at the same time, both posts said a lot. I’m just not sure that it was exactly what some people were intending.

Ah, well. So much weirdness abounds these days, and it’s only getting weirder. It will certainly be interesting to see what (if anything) Georgia and Michael post on David’s birthday in April, and what else happens from here on out...

#anonymous #reply post #michael sheen #welsh seduction machine #also kissy faces sounds so over the top but also not surprising #yikes #choices #david tennant #soft scottish hipster gigolo #georgia tennant #'justthethreeofus' indeed #i actually probably could've written more because there is so much to unpack #discourse #anna lundberg

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detectivegumshoepals · 3 years ago

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Some Behind-the-Scenes Turnabout Dishwasher stuff if anyone is interested

Now that I've had a semi-okay night's rest, I can finally talk about some Turnabout Dishwasher things. First of all, I'm in absolute awe from all the kind things people have said in their tags while reblogging my promo post. I was a little stressed last night after I posted the final chapter, so that's really made me feel better.

In any case, some background stuff on the story:

When the Trilogy came out on Switch in spring of 2019, I decided to replay all of the games again in chronological order, finishing with my first ever playthrough of SoJ. While I was going through them (especially while replaying Investigations 2), I decided to start recording my headcanons and fic ideas into voice memos after work every day. Eventually that turned into transcribing them all and trying to organize all of those notes into a timeline. I ended up with 3 different fic ideas: a Narumitsu fic, a Raymond Shields fic, and a joint Klapollo/Blackmadhi fic. To this day I have no idea why I decided to combine all of those things. But it happened. I fuckin combined them. Also as a side note, by Chapter 32, I had transcribed over 400 voice memos.

Ever since I was 11 and wrote shitty Pokemon fanfic, I've always written in "script" format, with piles and PILES of dialogue. I'm not a trained writer (and the only fiction I read is fanfic lmao), so that format is really the only comfortable way I know how to write. When I first started turning my transcribed audio notes into anything resembling a "story", it originally looked like this:

As you can imagine, that's not a very easy thing to turn into a publishable fanfic. I actually never intended to publish it at first, because I hadn't published (or written) any fanfic since 2008 when I wrote terrible Wolfstar stories on livejournal.

THEN in March of 2020 I finally finished my first playthrough of SoJ, ending with Turnabout Time Traveler. It's not a particularly great case by any means, but the fact that Miles and Phoenix talk about weddings had me like "shit I need them to talk about weddings A LOT more". So I wrote "Thought Provoking". It of course was completely in script format, but I still really wanted to publish it. So I tried out the "text box" thing using Photoshop. It allowed me to cut corners a bit by not having to write out any "she said" or "he thought", which is something I never learned how to do well because, like I said, I've only every written in "script" format.

So yeah, chapter 1 of Turnabout Dishwasher eventually started to look like this:

which is a lot easier to turn into "text boxes". The text boxes themselves take about 7 hours per chapter to make, and then another 2 hours to link them to AO3.

The absolute bane of my existence is that AO3 isn't able to detect the images as text, so my AO3 word count is always cut in half. I know there are ways to code it, but with the amount of dialogue I have, that wasn't really feasible. By the end of my story, I had amassed 14,500 dialogue box image files for Turnabout Dishwasher alone.

So anyway, when I posted chapter 1, I accidentally published it in the middle of Narumitsu week 2020, and my draft was also accidentally backdated. So it didn't really get a lot of visibility. But I kept plugging away at it and I'm really glad I did.

Also, I originally planned on combining the Klapollo and Blackmadhi parts, thinking they would be small, occasional additions to the story. SOMEHOW it turned into Klapollo and Blackmadhi having completely separate chapters. I'm glad I made that decision though, because I was able to tell full stories about all four of those characters.

I don't really know what else to say about this story right now, other than that I've been so grateful to everyone who has read it. I'm probably going to take a long break from writing AA fic for now. But I do have plans for some Turnabout Dishwasher "bonus content" in the future.

If there's anything else you want to know about my story, please feel free to ask!

#turnabout dishwasher;#my fanfics;#my fanfiction;

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atxlxs · 3 years ago

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Beyond The Veil: Chapter 2

The process to set up the identity and quirk registry was laughably easy. A few dead parents there, guardianship placed under a ‘family friend’ (Eras) here, a few medical appointment files and normal average family shit and ta dah! You have a fake identity!

It took maybe a month to backdate everything and erase any feeling of fakeness from the identity. That left Eras with 3 months to go through their businesses, all under different identities that have nothing to do with each other yet are run by the same person, and take some money out of her bank account to pay for the tuition when the time comes.

When she was done, one Muska Viridis had an application to sign in on testing day and a fool proof identity for when she attended the actual school. Sure she still had to pass but considering her abilities that wouldn’t be too hard.

Eras spent the last 2 months until the exam outlining everything that would be considered for the written portion of the exam and helping Muska study. It was, sadly, the reason for the nickname “teacher mommy” that became her phone's contact name for the rest of the time before the exam and Eras hated it. Which didn’t help with getting the nickname removed at all.

When the exam day came, Eras had to drag a sleeping witch out of her bed and shoved her towards her closet to get ready. The groaning and complaints fell on deaf ears as Eras literally wore noise canceling headphones for that exact reason. Heading to her own closet in the observatory, Eras got dressed in her protective motorcycle gear since she was the one driving Muska to the school. Hell to the no were they going to ride a train with people on it.

They met at the door and Eras handed Muska the extra helmet that was black with cat ears. A tribute to Tibbles. Speaking of the familiar, Muska said good bye and started cackling after the meow that followed. Again, Eras lamented being unable to hear the cat.

They walked together to the bike, a sleek motorcycle that was black besides the neon green highlights. Muska commented on the fact that Eras was obsessed with the color which only led to a snort of acceptance. Eras was self aware afterall.

A speedy delivery got them to the School gates of the obnoxiously sized highschool and Eras could practically feel the nerves coming off her friend. Ignoring all the looks from other examinees as they saw two people riding on what looked like a motorcycle from the future dressed in all black, (Eras had 5 PhD’s, she def built a motorcycle that trumps all the others) Eras flipped up her helmets visor and stared at Muska as she hopped off and took off her helmet.

“Kick ass witch bitch,” giving a smile of encouragement, Eras suppressed a fist bump in victory when Muska snorted and stopped being as nervous as before.

“You got it Teacher Mommy.”

Eh, some things are worth the sacrifice. If Muska stops being as nervous when she cracks that joke then Eras will only glare for a few seconds.

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Ok, Muska thought as she approached the sign in table, just gotta kick gum and chew ass.

Stopping momentarily to gather her thoughts because that obviously was not what she meant to think, she allowed herself at least a snort and kept walking. Eras’s words followed her all the way to the written exam room and as she watched the other students file in.

Calming herself down, Muska kept all her focus on the task at hand. Vaguely she registered a green mop of hair sitting in front of her and a blond off the side of the green student. Ha, Eras would like him, she idly thought as the proctor walked in and introduced himself as the Pro hero ectoplasm.

Ignoring the excited vibrations coming off the student in front of her, she had practice with that since Eras would vibrate and gesture animatedly whenever speaking of the things she enjoyed, Muska watched as the exam booklets were passed out. Hopefully the exams were structured better to retain attention then the old standard tests in America but she had doubts.

To her surprise, the exam actually was structured differently. It was easier to read at least. At the end there were two questions that were moral based. Smart, considering she was applying for heroics.

What do you think of how today's society portrays heroes?

And

What's your opinion on the labels people put on quirks?

Oh, this was not what she was expecting. Despite being out of the loop physically, the media was always a good place to stay in touch with society. Eras was the one of the two to actually make trips into society monthly for necessities and to check up on her business attachments, yet Muska made sure to stay in touch. She really didn’t want to walk into town one day and understand nothing like a boomer.

This meant she knew exactly what to write.

When she finished those last two moral questions, she found herself finished an hour before the time was up. What the hell did Eras do to her? That was not a normal study cram if it meant she finished this early. Getting up, as was allowed, and ignoring the stares she walked up to Ectoplasm and dropped off her test before immediately leaving out the right side door to the waiting room. Not stopping to see the surprise mixed with fear on Ectoplasm's face.

(Somewhere a rat was cackling as he watched the cams to the written exam room.)

Thankfully, she was allowed to have her phone while waiting for the next part of the hero course requirement. The practical. Scrolling through her phone, she was somewhat aware of the slowly filling waiting room. It was a nice room, filled with chairs and bean bags. She was melting into a purple bean bag chair of her own, ironically her hair was the same color so it added to the effect.

An hour and a half passed before the group of examinees that stayed behind for the practical portion were led to a theater where an obnoxiously loud hero called Present Mic called their attention. Muska snuck a picture and sent it to Eras and said “Present Mic? Presentation Microphone.” not waiting for the response since she knew what to expect, Muska paid attention to the lecture.

A few “YEAHS?!?!?!?” That fell on stressed students with no outward reaction later, a boy with navy blue hair and robotic movements stood up with a raised hand. She already hated him.

After Presentation Microphone called on him with a “Yes Little Listener!?” Muska had to sit through one of the worst types of questions she had ever heard, literally they have an exam brief packet he was getting to that robot, and a fucking ettiqute lesson that was definitely not deserved.

She took her foot off of the empty seat in front of her and slammed it onto the floor. The steel toed combat boots caused a resounding sharp thud that silenced the students as she leaned back and spoke.

“Now I don’t know exactly why your panties are in a twist but Presentation Microphone over there was getting to the section of the packet if you would just shut up and wait. What are you going to do as a real hero? Rush the debriefer? Also, did you seriously call out someone for muttering and saying they're not serious about the exam when that's a natural way for some people to think? What did you want him to do? To not take this seriously just to be quiet? Unruly hair too? That's just rude, do you not know what the word curly means? Shut up you pretentious asshole.”

The navy blue boy in question was left a spluttering mess as he slowly descended into his seat. Present Mic looked stunned on stage before he hid a snort with his hand, which Muska definitely noticed, and shook his head before grabbing the students attention to continue. She could have sworn that the Blond hottie that she noticed before was shaking a bit with restrained laughter. Huh.

After skimping on the locker room, she never went to any middle school still in existence so she wore athletic gear to the exam, Muska loaded onto the bus for her exam site and waited until they were finally moving. She noticed that blue boy was also on her bus, still seeming shocked by what transpired earlier and Greenie was sparing her glances filled with curiosity and awe. Oh god, attention.

Thankfully, after her show earlier, people avoided talking to her. She walked up to the front near the gate and had the perfect view of a now normal again blue boy heading towards Greenie who seemed to have something to say to someone up front near her. Making sure he felt it, Muska glared. Putting a bit of energy behind it so that the boy felt it. Indeed, blue felt it and started to look around as Greenie escaped without knowing it. When the blue boy's attention landed on her he jumped. A feeling of satisfaction followed as he immediately avoided doing what he was about too.

Turns out, Greenie wanted to thank a bobbed brunette with permanent blush for saving him from tripping earlier. Wow, so nefarious. Suddenly Present Mic called out for attention and merely said ‘go’.

Fueled by chaotic energy and the ability to complain if she was wrong, Muska immediately set off into a sprint into the city to find a high building to crouch on. She noticed greenie had done the same and soon Blue passed by with car-like speed.

Ah, a speed quirk.

Deciding on a building of interest, Muska scaled it with help from the energy that surrounded her. She could feel that she really needed to use her quirk more often considering it was draining faster than she expected. She had enough to take out some scraps of metal but not enough to use continuously to enhance her physically. Thankfully, having a vampire best friend meant she had to be at least better than normal athletically. Eras, the bastard, didn’t have the word fatigue in their vocabulary. Being dead had perks.

Plus they lived on a mountain. Even walking was a form of exercise.

After scouting where she wanted to go, Muska made her way through back alley areas that were neglected and filled with 2 and 3 pointers. Perfect prey. Borrowing from Eras’s vocabulary, it was time to hunt.

Scraped robot after scraped robot, Muska lost count about how many points she had grabbed, time passing by fast yet indescribably slow at the same time. Soon enough, a rumble followed by shaking ground followed the 5 minute warning. Turning her attention up, past the buildings guarding the alley way she was in, she saw a fucking skyscraper of a robot.

What kind of high school exam bullshit is this????

Suddenly, the energy in the air and surrounding harmony spiked, gathering nearby into the shape of a person who was charging towards the robot. Dropping what she was doing, Muska ran. The energy was impressive. The largest she has ever seen used before and that's saying something.

Once she reached the open main road where the 0-pointer was terrorizing innocents, Muska sucked in a harsh breath. Brown hair was stuck under a slab and greenie was the origin of all that energy. It was pouring directly into his fist and legs, none of it staying in the main body as protection for whatever they were going to do. She cursed and started running towards brown hair first. She wasn’t going to be able to convince greenie in time to save his limbs if she wanted to help out Brown from being turned into a concrete slab.

Reaching the girl just as Greenie jumped and Muska had the sinking realization that they did in fact break their limbs, Muska flipped the concrete off and assessed the damage. A small fracture in her left ankle but otherwise unharmed. Nausea, but that looks to be quirk exhaustion in effect. Lightly touching the ankle, Muska focused on mending the bone beneath the skin, welding it back together and accelerating the healing.

Just as the girl's face started to lose some of it’s pale pain filled expression, Muska saw the exact moment when she looked up and probably saw Greenie do whatever caused that loud slam.

Suddenly, Brownie jumped up and slapped something, hard. Snapping her gaze up, Muska caught sight of greenie, positioned to slam into the ground, with a broken arm and legs, floating.

“Oh? Guess your quirk can turn obviously injured people into kites huh?” Muska said, all snark and sarcasm like usual. Newly dubbed GravityGirl looked like the snort she gave in response hurt, which while nauseous probably did.

Walking over and holding her arms out underneath greenie, Muska nodded to GravityGirl to release her quirk, leaving Greenie to fall into her arms bridal style. All knight in shining arm vibes as well.

“Hey Green, what the fuck were you thinking not protecting your body from that much energy?” Muska asked, there was obviously enough power in whatever greenie did (probably punched the bot) to wreck a city block let alone a robot designed to be destroyed.

Greenie looked shocked and devolved into a stuttering apology for whatever reason and Muska sighed. Then his eyes lit up and he went off on a tangent of questions about Muska’s probable quirk and what it probably could do.

Muska just nodded and listened as she sent a questioning glance to GravityGirl who gave a thumbs up despite the pale face. Feeling for Recovery Girl's presence, Muska jerked her head in the nurses direction and walked with Greenie still in her arms. Not that the guy could walk if he was put down.

When Greenie noticed he was rambling he slapped a hand over his mouth and started apologizing for bothering her, which didn’t sit well with Muska. That was a red flag.

“It's fine green, My quirks called energy manipulation which I can use in several ways,” Muska started, technically the healing wasn’t her quirk but that didn’t need to be known, “I can use it to sense other energy, make myself invisible, make a forcefield as a shield, and solidify it to act as solid ground in the air as well as boost myself physically in needed scenarios like climbing a wall, etcetera.”

“That's so cool! And oh my god I started rambling about your quirk despite not even telling you my name! I didn’t get to thank you earlier as well for defending me! My name's Midoriya Izuku.”

Whelp, greenies got a very green name, Muska thought with a suppressed snort.

“My name's Mus- well I guess I should introduce myself as Viridis Muska here. I’m used to first names then last. How about you GravityGirl?”

Said girl perked up at being included and smiled a million watt smile.

“Uraraka Ochako! GravityGirl is an adorable nickname! I've been wanting that as my hero title since I was a kid! But wait, used to introducing your first name before last? Are you not from japan?” She asked, tilting her head despite her wobbly steps to follow.

“Yea, I'm from Canada but I’ve been in japan for a few years now. Old habits die hard.”

They walked with small talk towards Recovery girl, Midoriya was still stuttering hard though so that's another red flag. It didn’t feel like shyness and more like learned nervousness. However, unless they saw each other in school, she couldn’t do much about it. When they came up to Recovery girl, Muska watched bemused as the older woman ripped into them for not being careful with themselves. Especially Midoriya. Muska was able to get away scott free and with some extra energizing gummies that were interesting. Maybe she could use them for something or at least figure out how they were made.

As she headed to the gate, Muska caught sight of a familiar figure leaned up against a motorcycle off the the left in front of the gate. The last bits of tension left her shoulders as she approached.

“How’d it go?” Eras asked, helmet still on and hiding her facial expression but the smirk could be heard in the tone.

Swatting a shoulder as she grabbed the extra helmet she sighed.

“Thanks to your personal version of hell and undead perks, The written exam was a breeze and I was more than ready for a light jog with the occasional scuffle with fucking robots.”

Eras laughed as she sat on the seat of the bike, turning the vehicle on and removing the peg. Muska slipped on and grabbed the hidden handles on Eras’s leather jacket. A personal touch so that she would have easy access to something to hold on to.

“Sounds like a blast, victory playlist?”

“Victory playlist.”

Shuffling to find the specific playlist, Eras connected to both of their helmets that had bluetooth in them so they could talk to each other and listen to music. Once started, Eras revved the bike once, startling nearby students.

Before they left, however, Muska spotted Midoriya and Hottie on their way out of the gate. Mido seemed to be trying to talk to the annoyed blond with little success. Flipping up her visor and tapping Eras to wait, Muska waved to them. The blond looked confused but also curious and Midoriya lit up like a thousand suns.

“Hey Midoriya, try not to break anything next time if you get in, wouldn’t want to harm that cute face huh?” She called out with a smirk. Eras turned her covered head to their direction and despite having a hidden face, the movement back and forth between them was universal language for confusion.

Midoriya stammered out an affirmative with a bright red blush and covered his face with his arms. The blond seemed annoyed so Muska made a decision. Deciding to be bold, she lost any and all social shame after the first century, muska called out to the blond as well.

“Hey blondie, hope to see you soon, it’d be a loss to not see that face again.”

Decidedly, confusion must not be normal in the blonds life if their face was any indication. He looked like the old math lady meme in the funniest of ways. Without allowing a response, Eras kicked the bike into gear. Knowing Muska wanted the dramatics of it. As they drove away, Muska gave a sly small tilt of the hand to come across as a wave as the gate to UA turned into a small speck in the distance.

#mha fanfiction #mha #bnha #mha oc

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independence1776 · 3 years ago

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AO3 Fic Writer Review

No one tagged me, but I wanted to do it. At this point, I have no idea who’s done it or not, so if you haven’t and want to, consider yourself tagged.

How many works do you have on AO3?

93 (+1 where I’m listed as the coauthor, but I’m the artist for the collaboration +1 unrevealed fic for TRSB 2021)

What’s your total AO3 word count?

395,609 (which I think includes the unrevealed fic and does not include the co-author fic)

How many fandoms have you written for and what are they? Written and posted?

Silmarillion, LotR, MCU, Doctor Who, Star Wars (Prequels, OT, Rebels, Fallen Order, the Kanan comics are now its own fandom tag too but I tend to lump that within Rebels), Young Wizards, BBC Merlin, Babylon 5, X-Men movies (early 2000s films), Mutant X

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

To Remake the Universe (MCU; 15526 words) Kudos: 452

In Deep or in Darkness (MCU/Young Wizards fusion; 58746 words) Kudos: 384

An Unexpected Welcome (The Silmarillion & LotR; 2121 words) Kudos: 255

Evolving Roles (Star Wars Rebels & Prequels; 2835 words) Kudos: 216

Never Discussed But Silently Acknowledged (Star Wars OT; 1800 words) Kudos: 188

Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

Always! The fandom culture I “grew up in” has as its mores that you do that. Also, people reached out to me to tell me they liked something I wrote, so I feel it’s a bit rude if I don’t at least say thank you in return. Not being able to thank people who leave me kudos was the main reason I started doing my weekly kudos thanks posts because not being able to do severely bothered me. I don’t expect those people to ever see those posts, but I feel better doing it.

What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

I’ve written a couple with major character death as the ending.

Do you write crossovers?

Yup! I’ve written a BBC Merlin fusion with LotR, a Young Wizards crossover with SW OT, a YW crossover with Doctor Who, a MCU crossover/fusion with YW, and a SW & Silmarillion fusion.

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Yeah. I existed on ff.net. Of course I got hate and it remains the site I get hate from. Though I have received sporadic hate on AO3, but it’s never approached the extent from ff.net.

Do you write smut? If so what kind?

I did it once to challenge myself and never again.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Only the usual website scrapping that seems unavoidable, but no plagiarism.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yup! There’s been a few over the years, but the only ones I have links to are listed as related works on AO3.

What’s your all time favorite ship?

Oh dear. I… am not really in fandom for shipping. I guess the closest thing I have to an all-time favorite is Elrond/Celebrían. But even then, I don’t write things focused on it. It’s just there in the background.

What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

I don’t post WIPs, so I don’t abandon fics like that. I also finish what I write even if I never post. Sometimes, that means I summarize what I know happens in the rest of the fic if I get tired of writing it. But the one story I can say I’ve abandoned is a Depa lives AU… and in the first chapter, Caleb gets pneumonia and ends up in a medcenter (and this is set post-Order 66!). I started writing it in January 2020 and got two chapters in. I have no desire to continue for a rather obvious reason.

What are your writing strengths?

Dialogue!

What are your writing weaknesses?

I can’t write action scenes for the life of me. I also have a tendency to not describe things.

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

If it’s there for a plot-relevant purpose, fine. If it’s there to show off the writer’s knowledge or as flavor text, not great. I especially cannot stand fics where dialogue is written in a conlang and not translated as though the writer expects the readers to know the conlang. (It happens in Tolkien and Star Wars fandoms. I hate it. I’ve quit reading otherwise good fics because of it.) We all know the characters aren’t speaking English or whatever language the fic is written in! So write out the dialogue in that language! Using the phrase “[Character] continued in [language name]” works wonders and gets the point across while still being understandable to your readers.

What was the first fandom you wrote for?

Written and posted? Mutant X. (My four earliest fics are only on ff.net; I need to crosspost (and backdate) them to AO3. One of them will reach the American legal age to vote in October!)

What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

Rise Again From Ashes: After spending millennia wandering Middle-earth, Maglor returns to Valinor, where he attempts to adjust to both his Valar-imposed restrictions and living once more with the Eldar. 60,653 words, rated Teens. Maglor and Elrond-centric.

#meme #fanfic

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queerofthedagger · 4 years ago

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Deluge by Suaine

Pairing: Merlin/Arthur Pendragon

Rating: Mature || Warnings: No warnings apply || Word count: 50,565

Summary: In the aftermath of Merlin's battle against Nimueh, the rain seems a minor complication, perhaps even a cleansing influence. When the rain doesn't stop, Camelot is pushed to the brink once more. This time, Arthur may be in over his head. Contains: a lot of wet boys in emotional scenes, Arthur knowing more than he lets on, Merlin being an idiot, both of them being a bit stupidly heroic, telepathic chess, rain (lots of), war, making out against a tree, coincidental druids, co-opted history, co-opted myths, magic, coming of age (metaphorically), and more magically annoying yet surprisingly un-floody water than you can shake a stick at.

Why I rec this: I’ve read this fic back in summer, and to be honest, I can’t even remember how I found it but I’m so, so glad I did. It’s imported and I think it was backdated, but god if it doesn’t deserve so much more love. The plot had me hooked right from the start and is so very unique, and I was completely unable to put it down until I was finished. It didn’t feel like 50k words, in the absolute best way possible. Not to mention that the writing/prose is just *chef’s kiss*.

What’s more, it’s maybe one of my favourite characterisations of Arthur; he’s struggling but trying so much, and his character development is just--I have no words. The other characters are written just as perfectly, and don’t get me started on the relationship between Arthur and Merlin. It has such a perfect mix of tension and softness, and the ending is an absolute masterpiece. Seriously, do yourself a favour and read it, if only because Uther is getting his due price for being an utter dickhead.

Favourite Quotes: (this was incredibly hard so I’m going with one, longer one.)

"I will not see you die, Arthur, I won't. Ever." Merlin's words rip out of him, ragged and sharp-edged. The enormity of Merlin's feelings sets Arthur spinning. He knew this, of course, even before the dragon told him all about the many ways in which Merlin had sacrificed for him and risked his life. He'd known, but to hear it is something else entirely; it makes it real and twists around his heart like a rose, beautiful and deadly. He's scared of this, terrified of what Merlin might do, what he might make Merlin do. But his fear is laced with a feeling more terrifying yet. He wants this, he craves the kind of love Merlin offers him, and he has no intention of passing on the offer. "Merlin," he says, voice controlled and a little smug, a little arrogant, like that first time they met - like he isn't sure quite what this is yet, but he knows it's something. "You are an idiot."

Merlin looks up, and it strikes Arthur how close they still are, how easy it would be to take Merlin's bottom lip between his teeth and bite just a little. "What?" Arthur grins. He's figured something out: he knows now that whatever happens, as long as they face it together, they will be fine. He won't make any promises for the rest of the world, and he can feel that niggling of conscience at the back of his mind, but that's okay. It's good that he's worried about being the kind of king Camelot would want, even as he knows he'll put most effort into being the kind of king Merlin wants.

#merthur #arthur pendragon #merlin emrys #fic rec

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spockandawe · 4 years ago

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So, I was thinking about Nie brother tragedy times, because I didn’t even come CLOSE to getting it out of my system with that fic

(oh dear, this got longer than I expected)

So first, a few snippets on the things Nie Huaisang does and doesn’t value, and how... strained his relationship with Nie Mingjue is when it comes to these things (based on the last quote I’ve copied over for this post, I get the impression that they might have argued over art vs sabers a lot, but that the genuine, intense anger on nie mingjue’s part is a very new, very shocking development for nie huaisang)

First of all, generally setting the scene

One day, the moment [Nie Mingjue] returned to the main hall of the Unclean Realm, he saw about a dozen folding fans, all lined in gold, flattened out one next to the other in front of Nie Huaisang, who was touching them tenderly, mumbling as he compared the inscriptions written on each one. Immediately, veins protruded from Nie Mingjue’s forehead, “Nie Huaisang!”

Nie Huaisang fell at once.

He really did fall to his knees from the terror. He only staggered up after he finished kneeling, “B-b-b-brother.”

Nie Mingjue, “Where is your saber?”

Nie Huaisang cowered, “In… in my room. No, in the school grounds. No, let me… think…”

Wei Wuxian could feel that Nie Mingjue almost wanted to hack him dead right there, “You bring a dozen fans with you wherever you go, yet you don’t even know where your own saber is?!”

Nie Huaisang hurried, “I’ll go find it right now!”

Nie Mingjue, “There’s no need! Even if you find it you won’t get anything out of it. Go burn all of these!”

And then, introducing Jin Guangyao as a brother figure who understands Nie Huaisang in a way that Nie Mingjue doesn’t/can’t, and one who’s happy to indulge Nie Huaisang’s hobbies. In fact, even when Nie Mingjue is already generally pissed at Jin Guangyao, has tried to kill him in the past, and is angry right now, Jin Guangyao is still willing to speak up on behalf of Nie Huaisang.

All of the color drained out of Nie Huaisang’s face. He rushed to pull all of the fans into his arms, pleading, “No, Brother! All of these were given to me!”

Nie Mingjue slammed his palm onto a table, causing it to crack, “Who did? Tell them to scurry out here right now!”

Someone spoke, “I did.”

Jin Guangyao walked in from outside the hall. Nie Huaisang looked as though he saw a knight in shining armor, beaming, “Brother, you’re here!”

In reality, it wasn’t that Jin Guangyao could calm Nie Mingjue’s anger, but that since Jin Guangyao came, all of Nie Mingjue’s anger would be directed at him alone, having no time to scold others. Thus, there was nothing wrong with saying that he was Nie Huaisang’s knight in shining armor. Nie Huaisang was absolutely delighted. He greeted Jin Guangyao again and again as he grabbed the fans in haste. Seeing how his younger brother reacted, Nie Mingjue was so outraged that he almost found it amusing. He turned to Jin Guangyao, “Don’t send him those useless things!”

In a hurry, Nie Huaisang dropped a few fans on the ground. Jin Guangyao picked them up for him and put them into his arms, “Huaisang’s hobbies are quite elegant. He’s dedicated to art and calligraphy, and has no propensity for mischief. How can you say that they’re useless?”

Nie Huaisang nodded as fast as he could, “Yes, Brother is right!”

And then, more of Jin Guangyao being indulgent when it comes to Nie Huaisang.

BUT. Also.

Explicitly bringing up that Jin Guangyao is a pro at figuring out people’s likes and dislikes, and using that to figure out how to ingratiate himself to them.

Jin Guangyao nodded lightly and sat as he had been told, “Brother, if you’re concerned for Huaisang, softer words would do no harm. Why this?”

Nie Mingjue, “Even when a blade’s at his neck he’s still like this. Looks like he’ll always be a good-for-nothing.”

Jin Guangyao, “It isn’t that Huaisang is a good-for-nothing, but that his heart lies somewhere else.”

Nie Mingjue, “Well you’ve really discerned where his heart lies, haven’t you?”

Jin Guangyao smiled, “Of course. Isn’t that what I’m the best at? The only person whom I can’t discern is you, Brother.”

He knew of people’s likes and dislikes so that he could find suitable solutions; he loved running errands and could do twice the work with half the effort. Thus, Jin Guangyao could be said to be quite a talent at analyzing others’ interests. Nie Mingjue was the only person whom Jin Guangyao couldn’t probe out any useful information about.

Now, this is brought up in the context of how Jin Guangyao was never able to get this sort of read on Nie Mingjue, but it comes right at the end of a LONG passage where... yeah, this is exactly the thing he’s been doing with Nie Huaisang. And considering how much he leans into these tactics and how he’s already been established as a skilled spy and double dealer, it’s... telling that when he can’t do this to Nie Mingjue, he’s working his little brother this way instead.

And then, change of pace. One quoted passage about how as time went (and as Jin Guangyao cozied up to Nie Huaisang more, and as Nie Mingjue’s instability built towards that last qi deviation), Nie Huaisang even more clearly saw his brother as an adversary and Jin Guangyao as an ally.

If only Nie Huaisang were like Wei Wuxian and could feel how great Nie Mingjue’s rage was, he wouldn’t grin in such a bold way. He protested, “Brother, the time is up. It’s time to rest!”

Nie Mingjue, “You rested just thirty minutes ago. Keep on going, until you learn it.”

Nie Huaisang was still giddy, “I won’t be able to learn it anyways. I’m done for the day!”

He often said this, but today Nie Mingjue’s reaction was entirely different from his past reaction. He shouted, “A pig would’ve learnt this by now, so why haven’t you?!”

Never expecting Nie Mingjue to burst out so suddenly, Nie Huaisang’s face was blank with shock as he shrunk toward Jin Guangyao.

So, I’m not terribly inclined to regard Nie Huaisang as a chessmaster manipulator type, more someone who’s good at sneakily inciting chaos, while Jin Guangyao relies on having ironclad control. But Nie Huaisang is definitely smart, and had plenty of time to put certain pieces together. I’m fascinated plenty by whatever it was that took him from ^^^ to this

(I love what fatal journey did, and I love the idea of jin guangyao making nie huaisang more actively complicit in his brother’s death, because that is deliciously fucked up, but I am also trying to be careful with any claims as to Absolute Canon, so I’m not going to go into the movie)

What I’m even more interested in... is the aftermath. I’ve read delicious self-recrimination fic from a variety of characters, but it seems like there’s less when it comes to Nie Huaisang, and I think that’s such a shame.

Because this storyline is so tasty! So tragic!! I love the one post I’ve seen a few times, where it contrasts lan wangji’s and nie huaisang’s reactions to New Brothers, where nie huaisang is like ‘new brothers! excellent!! I will expect backdated presents for each of my birthdays, thank you.’ Which, like... that might not be canon, but Jin Guangyao pretty much rolls with that exact idea. He works out what Huaisang likes best in no time flat, and starts bringing him all kinds of fantastic presents. And he starts arguing in favor of Huaisang’s own preferences and strengths to Nie Mingjue’s face.

There’s something that really gets me about the tragedy of a situation where someone doesn’t realize they’re caught between ‘someone who doesn’t understand me, but loves me’ and ‘someone who understands me, and uses that to use me.’

It kills me, because at the very end of Nie Mingjue’s life, Jin Guangyao was definitely using the disconnect between the two brothers as a way to provoke Nie Mingjue. He might not have caused the division, but he was happy to lean into it. He’s capable of mediation, but instead, he wholeheartedly takes Nie Huaisang’s side in these arguments, which looks gr8 to Nie Huaisang, but has the end of effect of infuriating Nie Mingjue, until that last time, when he finally snaps and qi deviates to death.

I just love the tragedy of realizing someone you thought was an ally was actually... probably indifferent to you, and was definitely using you as a tool to hurt someone you love.

(I don’t necessarily think that the relationship was established just to manipulate nie mingjue, I think jin guangyao tends to establish this kind of relationship with anyone who’s likely to be a power player of any sort, but I do think that when he wasn’t able to ingratiate himself with nie mingjue directly, nie huaisang was the best method available to steer him)

I wish there was more fic getting inside Nie Huaisang’s head as he works this all out, but it’s not like I have much confidence in my ability to write anything so much in his head and emotions myself, haha. My fic scratched some similar itches, but just taking things away from nhs pov dramatically limits how much you can do with this situation.

Because it really was an internal situation. Who would he have shared it with? Jin Guangyao definitely had spies in Qinghe, Lan Xichen would have been grieving Nie Mingjue and absolutely would have been reluctant to blame Jin Guangyao for anything, and it isn’t like Nie Huaisang ever had proof. The situation is so tragic and so isolating that I keep coming back to it in my head, and while I was writing the nmj fic, I reread the section I quoted above, and was struck by the nature of the relationship that Jin Guangyao established with Nie Huaisang, on this kind of emotional foundation, and how Nie Huaisang had to maintain that relationship, for years, knowing that the relationship was something Jin Guangyao used to hurt his brother.

#nie huaisang #nie mingjue #jin guangyao #the untamed #i do love jin guangyao #but also #my general position is #nie huaisang did nothing wrong :V

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pipermca · 7 months ago

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Writing Update - April 2024

April was a good month, I think! We went to visit my family, and saw an eclipse! Of course, while we were away I didn't get a huge amount of writing done, and that was reflected in my stats.

Despite a push near the end of the month, I did not make my goal. I only wrote 2,652 words in April. I thought a lot about writing, but didn't get many words down. However, I did get a few things published, so that's good!

The sketches for the Reverse Big Bang were made available for writers a few days ago, and I've been spending some time poring over those options. There is so much good art, and I cannot wait to see the fics that come out of those pieces! I have a tentative list of my own picks; I need to get over my choice paralysis and just submit them.

I'm setting my goal for May at 3000 words again. It feels like a good place for me right now.

Posted

Another Day in Paradise. 4400 words. I had been wanting to work on this one for a while, and finally got around to it. It fills in the backstory on exactly what happened to Trailbreaker, as described by Hound in Mind, Body, and Soul. It's a little dark, which is probably why it didn't get much feedback. Oh well, it is something I wanted to write!

Diplomatic Relations. 1200 words. When the Transformers: One trailer came out, there was a tiny three-second bit that inspired this story. While my previous fic was barely read at all, I'm very lol'd about how well this silly thing was received.

Charge You Up. 1900 words. This fic was reposted/rewritten. It was backdated to its original posting date (November 22, 2017) so it didn’t appear on AO3’s “front page.”

WIPs

Sun and Moon (working title). 47,000 words. Still plugging away at this thing.

#progress report #am writing #fan fiction

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meltingheartsandcores · 4 years ago

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An AU where the Wens aren’t so war-happy and instead are just an annoyance that the cultivation world has to put up with.

So, no war imminent, no Yin iron.

In the little story I wrote, the Wens are pushing for a political marriage between the Wen and Nie Sects. WWX and NHS are bros.

Wei Wuxian paused in his drawing when he heard a loud crash. It didn’t sound close but was definitely still in the Unclean Realm. And it didn’t sound like a training mishap. Wei Wuxian looked to Nie Huaisang to ask if he knew, and saw the other boy hurriedly getting dressed.

“It didn’t sound that close.” Wei Wuxian says, mistaking Nie Huaisang’s rush as worry someone might check up on them. Which Wei Wuxian would understand more if they were in Lotus Pier. Nie Zonghui once walked in on them and the man just sighed and walked out. But when one of Wei Wuxian’s Shixiong walked in they made a huge fuss and both Mie Huaisang and Wei Wuxian got lectured on propriety.

Apparently nude drawings of your friend are not considered proper. Who knew?

“No, it was from Da Ge’s office.” Ohkay? So why is Nie Huaisang getting dressed? Wei Wuxian doesn’t ask, more confused as Nie Huaisang shoves him gently and sits down next to him. He places opens a book and carefully puts it on the nude drawing, and then starts explaining Saber forms to Wei Wuxian.

Which is even more confusing, but Wei Wuxian goes along with it, carefully turning the pages of the book and asking questions about the forms that interested him. Considering he wielded a sword, these were mostly useless to him, however, it was still interesting. A few minutes pass before Nie Huaisang’s door is flung open and in walks Chifeng-zun. He doesn’t even look at them, immediately flopping face first onto Nie Huaisang’s bed. Wei Wuxian looks to Nie Huaisang, who does not seem surprised at all by this developement.

“What’s wrong Da Ge?” Nie Huaisang asks.

Chifeng-zun groans and doesn’t move for a minute before he slowly sits upright. And speaks through gritted teeth, “Wen Ruohan proposed a marriage treaty.”

“Oh?” Nie Huaisang prompts, completely ignoring how pissed off Chifeng-zun looks. Wei Wuxian is pretty sure he should be elsewhere. Not here. This felt like a private conversation.

“He wants to marry in one of his sons.” Chifeng-zun adds, not unclenching his jaw.

“Wen Chao. Wen Xu is his heir so he can’t be married outside of Qishan.” Wei Wuxian says before he can stop himself. Neither Nie Huaisang nor Chifeng-zun tell him to shut up or leave, so he feels a bit safer, and responds to Nie Huaisang’s surprised look. “What? I listen. Also, ew. Say no.” That gets him a whack from Nie Huaisang’s fan. “You hate him as much as me. Besides, you’re Sect Heir, just because Qinghe Nie puts righteousness and skill above bloodline doesn’t mean the elders would be happy if the Nie family bloodline ended with you. Perfect excuse.” Wei Wuxian defends.

Chifeng-zun scoffs, “It would be, if the marriage proposal had been to Nie Huaisang.”

“It wasn’t?” Nie Huaisang and Wei Wuxian ask at the same time, Nie Huaisang’s was filled with dread while Wei Wuxian’s was filled with confusion.

“Ew.” Wei Wuxian says after a moment, realizing what that meant. “Don’t marry Wen Chao, he’s gross.”

“Wei-Xiong.” Nie Huaisang whines.

“He is.”

Chifeng-zun snorts, “I don’t disagree. But that’s not a good enough reason to refuse him.”

“And you don’t have any others?” The look Chifeng-zun gives to Wei Wuxian is both terrifying and telling that he is literally at the end of his rope. And has no more excuses for Wen Ruohan. “Well, that sucks.”

Chifeng-zun huffs and goes back to laying down on Nie Huaisang’s bed.

Nie Huaisang opens his fan and starts fanning himself, thinking with a pout. “Wei-xiong, do you have any ideas?” Nie Huaisang asks, clearly at a loss himself.

Wei Wuxian shrugs, “Not really. You’re Chifeng-zun’s heir so the normal excuse of needing a child-bearing marriage is out. He hasn’t expressed any interest in anyone, and he’s made no move to be married. A political marriage to strengthen frayed ties between sects isn’t that abnormal. And it would reflect badly on QingheNie to outright refuse a marriage contract from His Excellency without a solid reason why.” Wei Wuxian shrugs again, “This is why I’m glad I’m just a servant. No political mumbo jumbo and arranged marriages. I just have to keep from insulting people and making the Jiang Sect look bad.”

“You fail at that a lot.” Nie Huaisang points out.

Wei Wuxian shoves him in response. “Shut up. The only way to get out of this is marriage to someone other than Wen Chao. And to not make it look like a personal slight against His Excellency, it’d have to appear to have already been in the works.”

“Like, backdate the paperwork?” Nie Huaisang asks, clearly thinking.

Wei Wuxian shakes his head, “No, a marriage contract isn’t necessary. Just, I don’t know, it’d have to be someone Chifeng-zun either talks to, has been talking to recently or someone staying in the Unclean Realm with no clear reason. An excuse can be made that Chifeng-zun was getting to know his potential betrothed before asking for their hand in marriage.”

Nie Huaisang closes his fan and taps it against his chin for a few seconds before standing up, dragging Wei Wuxian up with him and leaving his bedroom and Chifeng-zun. Wei Wuxian was curious as to what they were doing but when he tried to ask he was shushed. And then they started sneaking around and Wei Wuxian isn’t so stupid he’d start making noise now, so he quietly follows Nie Huaisang through the Unclean Realm.

When they enter Chifeng-zun’s office and Nie Huaisang goes to his desk, Wei Wuxian hisses, “What are you doing?”

“You said yourself, the only way out is for Da Ge to get married.”

“Yes. But who are you engaging him to? And shouldn’t you get his permission? What if he hates them?”

Nie Huaisang pauses in his writing to look up at Wei Wuxian with a confused expression. Did his brothers feelings not factor into Nie Huaisang’s plan? “You- I thought-” Nie Huaisang clears his throat, “Da Ge likes them fine.” Nie Huaisang settles on, looking somewhat confused but also like he does not want to deal with this. He finishes writing, forging Chifeng-zun signature and then moving it to the top of a pile, “Uh, don’t be alone with Da Ge.”

What? “...Wasn’t planning on it.” Wei Wuxian was here to spend time with Nie Huaisang and do nude drawings in peace without Jiang Cheng or a Shixiong interrupting them and causing a fuss. Not that they told anyone that. Officially he was on a night hunt nearby (true) and decided to stop by for a visit. Two weeks ago. He hasn’t gotten an angry letter from Jiang Cheng yet so he’s not required home anytime soon.

“Good.” Huiasang says, and drags Wei Wuxian out of Chifeng-zun’s office. “Zonghui!” The man walks over to Nie Huaisang, not even questioning why they just left Chifeng-zun’s office when the man was in Nie Huaisang’s room. “I have to go do something, keep an eye on Wei-xiong.” Nie Zonghui was clearly confused, but nods in agreement. Nie Huaisang flees immediately after.

“Uh, hi?” Wei Wuxian says, since he’s pretty sure they’ve never been introduced. And the last time Wei Wuxian saw the man Wei Wuxian was mostly naked. So, he wasn’t sure if that would be brought up or...

Nie Zonghui salutes, “Wei-Gongzi,” Wei Wuxian salutes Nie Zonghui back,”did you have any plans?”

“No. Did you?”

“I was intending to head to the training grounds.” Nie Zonghui says calmly, in a way that added ‘but you take priority’ silently. Wei Wuxian had heard the tone dozens of time back at Lotus Pier, had used it himself with guests.

“Lead the way.” Wei Wuxian says with a shrug, following after the older man. He still doesn’t understand why Nie Huaisang abandoned him, or what was going on, but he might as well get to know Nie Zonghui. “So, what do you like to do for fun?”

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ixellent · 4 years ago

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What I did when I received a health bill for ~$11,000

Hey I just wanted to do this write-up because there’s a lot of health insurance and health care issues that require a lot of phone calls in America and when you get a big bill it’s a big shock, and I wanted to talk about what happened to me, how I handled it, and how you can start to handle it in an accessible way that’s not full of a lot of intimidating or overly specific language that may not apply to you. Plans can vary so widely and everyone’s needs can vary widely so think of this as a basic process breakdown for how you might handle a billing or coverage issue. Long story short, take a deep breath and get ready to make lots of phone calls but don’t worry, you can do this. You are the customer service line for yourself, that’s how I think of it - these are transactional phone calls with customer service workers with various levels of training and expertise, so you just have to be patient with yourself and with them.

Warning: this is very long but I broke it up into my story and my solution!

Here’s what happened to me, for context. You can skip ahead til you see the star emojis if you don’t care or don’t wanna read it! I have Crohn’s Disease and get regular chemotherapy to treat it, every 6 weeks, it’s expensive. I lost my full-time job in November 2019, and therefore lost my employer-provided health insurance on November 30, 2019. I had kept on my ACA Marketplace insurance (yes it was expensive to have double health insurance) because I did not trust my employer and I didn’t want to be caught without my insurance, and I was right. That way when my employer-provided health insurance lapsed, I would still have insurance I knew covered my chemo. At least, that’s what was supposed to happen.

My employer has an insurance broker. They filed the paperwork for the termination of my employer-provided health insurance, but for whatever reason that paperwork was not processed, and no one thought to check on it at any point until I asked them to. You can’t cancel your employer-provided health insurance yourself, you need the insurance broker to do it for you, but neither can you change your primary insurance with your provider to anything ELSE if you have employer-provided health insurance. So this put me in a situation of being unable to cancel or change my primary health insurance for December.

I had a chemo appointment on December 2, 2019, just two days after my employer-provided health insurance was SUPPOSED to lapse. I had warned my health providers that it was going to lapse, but every time I talked to them they did not show that in their system, it still showed the employer-provided insurance. I had to get my infusion and I figured whatever was going on, I wouldn’t be able to solve it until after the holidays anyway. I was right.

January rolls around and I get a membership card for my employer-provided health insurance so I know something is wrong. I have another treatment coming up in two weeks and I need a prior authorization to continue to receive it, so I start the process I’m familiar with of calling up my provider, asking them to submit the prior authorization (basically it’s paperwork that says, I need this medicine and my doctor says I need it so you need to cover it), and hoping nothing goes wrong. I make sure they know the situation with insurance. A few days go by, they say that my employer-provided health insurance is still listed as my primary insurance, and they can’t just bill it to my secondary. So we call up my employer-provided insurance, they say I’m still an active member. I call my employer, they refer me to the insurance broker who finds out the paperwork never went through and resubmits it. The cancellation process is started but it can take up to two days (and this is the beginning of the year so it ends up taking a week; I have to miss my chemo appointment because they WILL NOT administer this medicine without insurance coverage for some reason.) And then it takes another week to get the prior authorization run through my current insurance properly. I made fixing this my job for January, and I made calls every other day for three weeks. I spent four weeks in total, from January 2 to the 30th, resolving this problem. I was three weeks late for my treatment and I was extremely sick and it has resulted in my disease being less controlled.

I get a bill for ~$7500 for my treatment for January because I haven’t met my deductible for 2020 (which is obscene and another issue) but that’s pretty normal for me and I spent 6 months paying it down during a pandemic. I continue my terrible 2020 until two days ago when I receive a bill for $10,961.12 and now I know something else is wrong.

So when I resolved the insurance issue in January, they backdated the cancellation to show November 30, 2019. This of course meant that the employer-provided health insurance would rescind the payments from December that had been incorrectly submitted to them and processed; makes sense so far. This also meant that the prior authorization needed had been submitted to them and not to my actual health insurance, resulting in a bill that included the revoked payment AND the un-approved treatment itself for a time when I could not have done anything about either. Needless to say, this wasn’t MY fault so I started the process of resolving it. ⭐ ⭐ ⭐ ⭐ ⭐ ⭐ ⭐ ⭐ ⭐ ⭐ ⭐ ⭐ ⭐ ⭐ ⭐ ⭐ ⭐ ⭐ ⭐

1) Collected information: my bill amount and date of receipt, account numbers for the billing and health insurance, the bill itself from my provider, explanation of benefits for that date from the health insurance company, anything I think would be helpful. Most people are not this prepared but it solves SO MANY problems when people are like “I don’t see this in my system” and you’re like “You’re not showing $xxx on xx/yy/zz from This Provider?” Prepare to take down the name of everyone you talk to, and their extension if they were helpful. It’s okay to ask them for their name.

2) Called my doctor’s office and get the number for billing since I didn’t know if I needed to talk to them or not. I did. (Thanks Bev.)

3) Called billing and asked if this amount was correct and see if they had more information about why I was receiving it. They said I needed to update the Coordination of Benefits for my health insurance (this is how it sounds, it makes sure medical bills get paid when and by whom they should) and said DO NOT let them make a duplicate claim because that would be automatically rejected.

4) Called health insurance and asked them about this balance for this date of service, they said they had a different amount and it was marked as paid. I said “so what is this.” They called up billing and confirmed that they had a claim for that date but for a different amount that was marked as paid. This call wasn’t very helpful.

5) Called back billing and asked if they could investigate further because health insurance said “we don’t have that amount for that date, we have this one and it’s paid” and they got me the claim number, denial code, and date of denial. This information is useful for finding out more and for filing an appeal or grievance, which was where this was headed at this point because they couldn’t file a duplicate claim (because like I said, they had one for that appointment for that date but for a different amount because of how it had been billed to the employer-provided health insurance incorrectly, so basically the whole process had been wrong and the amounts were wrong because of that.)

6) Called back insurance, they incorrectly routed me to a claims line for providers, who said I couldn’t do shit, it was the providers job to file a claim, and I should call them. (It’s not necessarily like that, although many providers do it when some kind of coverage is denied outright.)

7) Called back billing, they said I need to file the appeal and just bully the insurance company until they let me. (Lol, thanks Tanner.)

8) Called my brother, who listened to me complain and told me if this next part doesn’t work to get a pro-bono lawyer. I take a break at this point and go ride my motorcycle because I start to cry, so I start again early the next day.

9) Called insurance again, and asked for someone who can talk to me about a member filing an appeal on a denied claim. I say this specifically. Thankfully I finally got someone good and helpful, who listens to my WHOLE explanation of what happened and takes notes to file an appeal at first, but then discovers I actually need to file a grievance. I should get a letter of acknowledgement (written notice that they got my request to appeal/grievance) within five days, and I should get a written letter of resolution (solved one way or another) within 60 days. I’ll update when that happens.

A note here: Appeals are for when they deny to cover or pay for something for some reason, and you think they decided badly and you want them to try again. Grievances are for when something was wrong or in error or was mismanaged that resulted in a problem like mine.

Cross your fingers for me I feel dizzy after all this.

#insurance #american insurance #sorry I don't have room to explain how insurance works but I can write something if you want #disabled #disability #chronic illness #spoonies #aca

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LAST HOLIDAY

spoilers below - backdated from 10/9/020

oh hey abaddon, is alaina huffman in this? that would be nice all these beheadings, damn I couldn't watch this live when it aired because I don't have cable but I bought season 15 on amazon this time last fucking year so technically any time after 2AM I could've watched it, not actually sure I'll make it through everything tonight because I started at 10pm and I am Tired the livestream misha did was fun for the first 30 minutes but then I had to turn it off to avoid spoilers so I guess I will revisit that later I like sam's flannel in this one too. like gold, light grey, dark grey? A+. this is queer flannel. this is from EXPRESS, not Kohl's the bunker has a gas stove I guess which I should've known having all the appliances fail suddenly is very relatable to me and perhaps one of the worst monsters of all don't mock luigi, he knows how to deal with ghosts sam has the plans and dean just smashes buttons god that burger does look great "meat man" who wrote this one ah the dean deluxe the scooby doo boxers are pretty cute honestly who is jeremy adams 1958, yeesh "everybody?" "everybody's dead" standby mode huh, were they supposed to have like... lights this plot is very narnia, wake up to find out everyone you loved is dead they have extra abilities in the lead-up to the final boss, and the network is willing to spend more on the electricity to give them more lighting sam is right to doubt anything ever being good is anyone going to tell jack they're leaving him alone with some random person and lmao thank you sam as I was typing this he pointed that out jack's shirt/sweater looks very cozy snickerdoodles are great magic roomba... thanks for calling him the son of satan, lucifer doesn't even want to be called satan "ignoring your trauma doesn't make you healthy" THANK YOU SAM time + space, indeed uh just throwing this out there he could use some emotional support too probably please accept this sandwich as an offer of solidarity god it's nice to see alex be allowed to emote again leave these guys alone, they're drinking blood packs with curly straws aw, come on :( those guys didn't deserve that I guess if she's a wood nymph she can summon a christmas tree? where's the secret christmas decoration storage room in the bunker yeah tell sam to smile :\ I hate holidays except halloween god I love how jack waves I do love how much jensen loves wearing goofy outfits, this made me smile big time. I'm glad they clearly had so much fun on the set with this stuff especially knowing what comes next IRL :( she's right to be worried about his cholesterol just waiting for the other shoe to drop with something terrible befalling this group watching dean run in that outfit is hilarious poor jack doesn't deserve all this but I'm glad that she's helping him kind of work through the grief where the fuck is cas so it seems like ultra fucked up to be watching them do no-knock shit into people's homes and shooting them no questions asked, and it has always seemed fucked up but right now the methodical nature of this and their goofy smiles taking packed lunches while setting out to murder people minding their own business is not cool with me and never has been the 50s were bad, actually god sam has the hammer of thor. thank fuck. is it may? is it sam's birthday in-universe? what files was she going through, eyes emoji jack is smart, actually oh boy is she brainwashed, are they keeping her held hostage with magic or something, because the men of letters don't give a FUCK about monsters and will use them jack's a millennial and can look up instructions for how to operate a reel to reel and 100% knows what it is because he lives in the bunker "son of a bitch" jack's spending too much time with dean sam has a big date huh, I hope it's with eileen "abercrombie and bitch" IT IS EILEEN!!! dean should definitely be nicer to sam poor jack has no one to turn to for help :( where is cas!!!! can they not afford to pay misha also I don't feel sorry for nazis there are a lot of beheadings on this show, pulling someone's head off definitely seems like yanking on a plant vs pruning it with sharp pruning shears or whatever oh you're shitty lady "do you ever think they're scared of what you'll do to someone else" uh yeah there was that time they locked him in a coffin please stop hurting this child if she's so sure sam and dean would approve then she'd do it when sam and dean can see her yeah I am not surprised she was poisoning him MAKE THE BUNKER SAFE AGAIN!!!!! maga shit, get rid of all the monsters, says a monster the writing here is.... iffy. little heavyhanded dean's thinking about it, that's what's so fucked. like "look I already tried to kill him one time" we just keep comparing jack to snakes but I prefer when yockey's doing it sam looks so much like vincent from silent hill 3 in this outfit sam really is the smart one. jack's a child, he hasn't had a lot of experience with this. dean... I guess tried to explain what he wanted but didn't realized he'd get overruled but sam is smart because sam knows how to deal with witchy shit. like he'd survive in a hansel and gretel situation. GET HIM JACK GET HIM this is BULLSHIT dean tried to kill him and he didn't answer the question re: "do you still think i'm a monster" fuuuuuck this WHERE IS CASTIEL, why is jack always trapped alone with dean and unable to get away OTL dean won't admit he himself is a monster either lol oops. or that sam is. oops!! dean is mourning the loss of omelets and his new mom who can cook and some semblance of normality "evil mary poppins" is very funny to me because I've been watching venture bros and dr killinger has been showing up how long has this been actually? sam's birthday is in may, did they actually celebrate all those holidays in real time? I got the impression that it was a holidays-speedrun but now I'm doubting myself why is it always torture THANK YOU SAM!! SAM SAID IT!!!! "jack is not a monster, he's a kid who's gone from one tragedy to another" THANK YOU!!! sam just won so many points with me for saying it out loud "pain is just weakness leaving the body" huh, at least it opened the door :\ sam poor baby lost all his fucking fingernails trying to stand up for jack :( it's wild seeing smoeone's eyes glow green this is why cas can't be here, because castiel could just stop her just go back to your forest lady sam's right, the men of letters just use monsters for their own ends sam goes "we care about him" dean goes "oh yeah jack's useful" which to be fair dean's trying to logic/rationalize it, that the world needs jack, but I don't know that those lines would have been reversed insofar as characterization feeling authentic she's having trouble processing her own grief ah yeah there it is "sorry I ripped your fingernails off one by one" yeah god she hasn't seen the sun in decades?? "it's an interdimensional geoscope" "I looked into it earlier and didn't see anything" "oh that's... not good" I'm glad sam and jack are talking about how jack is feeling and if he needs to talk I'm glad dean is cooking happy birhday jack where is castiel for this I have mixed feelings but I guess this turned out okay, still waiting for DEAN TO APOLOGIZE TO JACK? but dean never apologizes to anyone. the cake is a step in the right direction but cake doesn't make up for locking him in a box and threatening to kill him several times over, sorry

#s15e14

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storyunrelated · 5 years ago

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Candidate for Completion - Snowblind

Snowblind

“STATe reasON FOR PrOpOSED LEAve,” the Dispensary asked after a solid five minutes of inactivity during which Douglas had only the quiet grinding of the machinery in front of him and the dripping of the tunnel behind for company. He’d started to think he’d broken the thing.

“Oh! Well it’s my one-year wedding anniversary! I promised my wife I would-”

“STated REASOn LIsteD aS: MISceLLaneous,” said the Dispensary, rather knocking the wind out of Douglas’s sails.

WHAT

Days to weeks to months to years. Not that Douglas noticed. Douglas tried not to notice. He deliberately did not notice that the faces around him were getting younger as his got older. He didn’t notice that no-one had addressed by name since the Dispensary. He didn’t notice that he was starting to forget what the sky looked like or what wind felt like or what his wife sounded like. He kept his head down, he worked, and he sank deeper and deeper into the numbness that kept him from crying into his nutrient paste like those working either side of him.

He wanted to go home.

A man - Douglas - has been at work for twenty five years straight. He put in a request for a week’s leave at the start of those twenty five years, but they never got back to him.

Well, at least until now. Now they have. And it’s backdated. He has a whole week! A whole week to go and see his family! His wife! His child! His child who, at this point, will be an adult with absoultely no idea of who he is.

So hurry hurry hurry Douglas!

Got to get across the city and get there in time!

A lot’s changed though Douglas. The city is much, much bigger than you remember it and things don’t work the way they used to and the world is even less friendly than you remember it being the last time you were allowed out in it.

They do things differently now, Douglas, and nothing is where you left it.

You might have to handle such things as strange, swollen burgers. Being part of one department store raiding another and shoving forward customers as cannon fodder, a very talkative terrorist, people disappearing into thin air due to a mysterious diease of the land itself and more besides.

Oh, and they cut up parts of the city and moved them around too, so good luck even finding your house.

And how can it possibly snow when the sky is always blue?

WHO

What’s going on in there? Inside that skull? Inside that pulpy matter? What thoughts are colliding, and what are the results? We can guess, but we never really know, do we?

Well there’s Douglas, obviously. And then there’s a host of bastards he runs into on his trip home, most of whom have ridiculous names and are needlessly theatrical.

There’s all the managers at his office, there’s Randy Byron (who is a bastard), there’s all sorts. None of them are especially notable and - importantly - none of them really do anything worthwhile.

This is a structural issue, and I’ll talk about this in a moment.

And there’s also Trishabolt, a young lady who is possibly the only unalloyed nice person in the story. If you’ve been paying attention to my output that should be a big clue as to what happens to her.

Characters are...part of the problem...

WHERE

“Oh, you never know when you might want to make someone just explode! It’s so useful! Opens up many possibilities! And think of the dramatic potential - for example,” Randy said, indicating the charred, dripping splatter that had been Hades Scantlebury not long ago.

“I feel that you and I move in different circles,” Douglas said.

“Clearly. You: tiny circle. Me: big, important circle.”

Okay, so.

The issue is that Snowblind was - and is still, kind of - something I did years n’ years ago, just a slightly lengthier piece of flash fiction, kind of. Basically about the same thing, kind of. A guy leaves an office to go home only it’s snowed and everything is whited out, he gets lost, ends up back at the office, pah.

This was a story where my wife felt the ending was so downbeat she insisted I write a happier followup.

The lengthier version of the story was my NaNo from a few years back and has all the telltale signs of this. Which is to say, it’s just a padded-out sequence of events. Here’s a thing, here’s another thing, here’s the next thing and dear God have I hit 50k yet.

As a result it is pondering, plotless, meandering and all-around blah.

So! To make it viable at all I’d really, really have to crawl up this thing’s arsehole, rip out its guts, rearrange them and then shove it all back. For a start I’d have to put in something to make Douglas’s travels a little more urgent. Like something pursuring him.

Just more active obstacles. Right now it’s just him stumbling from one dumb event to the next, none of which presents an actual ISSUE, they’re just THINGS.

It’s a little dull and stupid.

WHY

That question popped up again and again throughout Douglas’s train of thought, bobbing up like a cork no matter how often it might have been pushed back down.

Was she happy? Was she happy?

The idea of a man desperately trying to get home and FAILING amuses me greatly, hence. That’s about the long and the short of it, and that’s why the original version ended the way it did.

In the longer version we also have some other navel-gazing bollocks, but it is all about the money shot, which is the end, which is about Douglas, addled with frostbite and delerious, being dragged back into work and being utterly unable to do anything except watch the doors close behind him.

WELL

A tear rolled down Douglas’s cheek, tracing a little path through the frost that still covered his skin, melting the ice that had built up in his stubble before dripping to the floor. No-one cared. No-one was even looking.

He just wanted to go home.

This one isn’t very viable.

The idea worked fine as a tiny thing, as a longer thing it requires far more work than I am even willing to CONTEMPLATE, let alone actually put in.

The ending does make me happy though. But I have that in the short version, so why bother making a longer one?

#Candidate for completion #Snowblind #Amwriting #Writblr #Writeblr #Writing

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