#(yes I wrote a whole poem in the tags)

[entomologistt]

Where do they keep a picture of you?

Featuring: Alice DeRoss, Frederick Kreiburg, Melly Plinius, Orpheus DeRoss, and Norton Campbell (separate headcanons)

Ento note: Basically ashes of memory gang, yeah. I love them. I wrote this on the verge of passing out... First written post too!! ^^ Gender neutral reader!!!

Alice DeRoss

Goodness, she has so many pictures of you! All taken with the camera she always has with her. Where does she keep them? She definitely has a whole scrapbook dedicated to pictures of you and the two of you together! With dates and notes.

But on her person, she keeps a special picture of you in her purse to carry wherever she goes. When she has the time to herself, she often takes it out to admire you, a fond smile on her face.

It’s one where she caught you off guard during one of your dates. She thinks it really captured your natural radiance, your most natural, most prettiest smile without being encouraged by the camera… Which is why it’s her favourite!

She can’t wait to capture more of you!

Frederick Kreiburg

Frederick is considered a paranoid person, and although you may not be a secret, he doesn’t want you dragged into his problems. But he definitely has a picture of you on his person. It’s kept safely in a secret compartment of his coat; it can only be accessed by him.

So when he gets into that spiralling state, when none of his musical compositions sound or look right, a sea of crumbled papers surrounding his space— yeah, he needs something to get him out of there. So that’s with his tuning fork, the echoing soundwaves clearing his thoughts, silencing those “ghosts” …

And looking at the picture of you, the one he keeps so dear. It inspires him, the captured feelings he has for you eventually turned into beautiful piano symphonies.

You are his muse, after all.

Melly Plinius

Melly keeps you in her hat. She likes you, and she likes hats, so it’s the perfect combination. Her two favourite things in one, how lovely. In that little space inside with the stitches, so it's basically kept as snug as a bug.

It’s a picture of you on a picnic you’d set up for the two of you, a surprise from you when you tagged along on one of her entomological studies. Out of all the insect and flower pictures taken on that camera, the picture of you had to be the best, her lovebug.

However, she doesn’t always carry it—only when she travels. When she’s not, she puts it in a frame or somewhere it can be protected. She doesn’t want to lose it, it’s her favourite.

She deeply appreciates you and your sweetness.

Orpheus DeRoss

Orpheus wouldn’t keep you on his person. No, he has to keep you a secret; he has to be careful. But you are his darling lover; he has to have at least one, so he keeps your picture hidden away in a journal. Like a bookmark.

In fact, this journal is filled with a bunch of writings or poems about you. It’s all dedicated to you, all the thoughts of you he has written down while away from you. He misses you.

Maybe, just maybe, one day he’ll give and show it to you… When the time is right.

He’s running out of pages to spill his heart on.

Norton Campbell

There are two places Norton might keep your picture. Like Melly, somewhere on his mining hat, or simply in his pocket. He doesn’t have the luxury of being fancy with it. Wherever it is, he treats it like it’s the last thing he has of you, so it's definitely treasured.

So when it slips out onto the ground, he’s quick to chase and grab it before they can. He can handle the teasing and remarks of his cruel co-workers, he doesn’t care, as long as he still has that picture of you in his possession.

It’s you that keeps him going, along with… other things. He has his own goals, yes, but is it so bad to want light in the darkness of this hellhole?

You make him believe that kindness still exists.

[wannabelilybriscoe]

sunday monday snippet

thank you @m00neroni <33

i'm very excited to share a bit of the upcoming chapter of asfteotw. though, as always, i need to check myself so i don't end up spoiling too much in my eagerness to share what i'm working on...here's a rough little moment of remus and sirius being together again after way too long apart.

“You got me my gun.” Sirius strokes Remus’s chest idly, the way he strums the strings of a guitar.  “I know what it means to you.” Remus swallows. Blinks back burning tears. “I lost your necklace.” “What?” “The one you gave me,” Remus says, feeling rather pathetic. “At some point I must’ve—I don’t know where it’s gone.”  A fine-boned hand slides up Remus’s chest to loosely circle the base of his neck. Grounding and gentle. More gentle than how Remus had held him earlier.  “Don’t worry about that, love. I’ll get you a new one later.” Remus makes a sound, part chuckle, part sob. “Later,” he echoes. For a while, the only sounds in the room are their breathing and the steady thud of Sirius’s heart. Warm breath gusts against the side of Remus’s face. “We’re going to go to your family’s cabin,” Sirius murmurs in his ear. “James and Lily, Pete, Mary, Marlene. We’re all going to get sloshed on the beach. You and I are going to hold hands and watch the sunset like a couple of old codgers.”  Remus closes his eyes and swallows the painful lump in his throat. Sirius has said this before, hasn’t he? A long, long time ago.  “I mean it.” Sirius kisses his temple.  In this moment that feels like limbo, Remus can almost pretend they’re outside of time, outside of this place. Not in a windowless room in Gaunt Farm but somewhere boundless, with a breeze that carries the smell of ocean salt and sweetgrass. Somewhere under a wide open sky filled with possibilities.  He covers Sirius’s hand resting on his chest and links their fingers together.  “I love you,” he says. In case he doesn’t get another chance to say it.   Sirius’s breath hitches. He squeezes Remus tighter.  “Say it again when we get out of here. So it doesn’t sound like goodbye.”

np tag: @graverobbber @moonheavens @leavesthatarebrown @r33sespieces whatchoo workin on cuties?

bonus: aaaaand because if you've been following along with my zombie story, you've been suffering for the last few months...here's another moment of pure sappy sticky mush from a later chapter...

“Write me a poem.” “I already wrote you one.” “Write me another one.” “Hm,” Remus ponders. His eyes flit back and forth across Sirius's face, tracing every finely drawn feature. “I think I knew you before I knew you.” Sirius quirks an eyebrow. Already, Remus has got him.  “I think it was your eye I drew on a foggy window pane, your mouth that rippled in the echo of a dream. I think you were a back itch that skipped out of reach. I think you were a stomach ache, a bruised rib, I think you were a sigh of relief. I think you were a word on the tip of my tongue. I think you were a curling wisp of smoke and the flame that lit the wick. I think you were the missing verse of a half-heard song. I think I knew the breaths between your words before I knew the sound of your voice.” Sirius’s lips are parted and his eyes are hungry, cutting through Remus, right down to the bone. He takes Sirius’s hand and laces their fingers together. “I think I knew the shape of the spaces between your fingers before I knew the texture of your palm. I think I felt you before I had you and having you now, I think about you and I think about you—” Sirius steals the rest right off his lips, swallowing it down whole with a kiss. And then another. “You think about me, huh?” Sirius takes the time to ask tauntingly between kisses, “You think about me?”  “Always,” Remus answers with the reverence of a prayer. “Since the first time you looked at me, you gorgeous prat.”  Sirius looks ravenous, eyes wide and lips pulled wide into a smile that reveals his canines. “And ever since?”  “Yes,” Remus says, the word turning into a gasp as Sirius bites his neck. 

[italian-lit-tournament]

Italian literature tournament - First round.

Propaganda in support of the authors is accepted, you can write it both in the tag if reblog the poll (explaining maybe that is propaganda and you want to see posted) or in the comments. Every few days it will be recollected and posted here under the cut.

The propaganda here are in order from left to right, first Carlo Gozzi and then Guid Cavalcanti

Carlo Gozzi propaganda by @girlboccaccio

Do you like theatre? Do you like opera? Are you interested in commedia dell'arte? Do you like fables with dubious morales, fairy tales with dark hidden meanings, plays inspired by 16th morally ambiguous short tales and The thousand and one nights? If yes you should take two second and vote for Carlo Gozzi (yeah the funky guy in b/w on the left). Without him we couldn't have masterpieces like Puccini's Turandot and The Love for Three Oranges by Sergei Prokofiev. He was a great admirer of spanish literature and theatre. He defended commedia dell'arte and funky plays when this manners of making theatre were dying. Immaculate yeah? He wrote an autobiography named Useless Memories, truly cunty, right? He was a rate A+ hater when he decided to start shitting against the king of the new modern way of writing theatre, Carlo Goldoni. He died in a Country that stopped existing in the last decade of his life (The Not So Serene Republic Of Venice) and lost all his friends in exile. He was the bitch of the venetian intellectual life. He was the bitch of the coolest italian actresses of the time. He was friend with Francesco Algarotti, the loveboy of Frederich the Great.

Fella, if you love the 18th century, you have only one choice in you hand: vote Carlo Gozzi.

Propaganda in favor of Guido Cavalcanti by @eresia-catara

May I add further propaganda for Guido: He's a noble, he disdains aristocrats, he was Florence's number one Server of Cunt, he was the city's faggot, he was heretical, he went on a random pilgrimage but interrupted it and managed to be buried in a church anyway, he had an archenemy who sent some men to murder him on said pilgrimage, he came back and tried to murder him back in plain daylight, he gave zero fucks about politics, he got exiled because he was considered a menace for the city. He SAW DANTE's poetical talent, encouraged it, shaped it, and through him the whole of italian literature. Think about it. Also they became besties until they evolved to a tormented psychosexual haunting dynamic (see break-up poem) where Dante himself actually exiled him. In the 13th century his poetry anticipates so many of the literary themes of the XXth century, going from fragmentation of the self (his is basically vivisection and dispersion of his parts), to dissociation from one's own mind and body, lack of identity, irony, desecration, his poetry is full of schizophrenic-like hallucinations, reading them is truly a trip, and yet his language is profoundly meoldic and sweet. And there's also gender-fuckery. and theater, of course, because his poems develop like a scene from a theater (adding layers to the dissociation). So really he has it all guys.

Guido Cavalcanti propaganda by @girldante

GUIDO CAVALCANTI PROPAGANDA ABBIAMO:

LA DISSOCIAZIONE SCHIZOFRENICA:

IL COMICO, IL SIMPATICO BURLONE, IL MEMATORE ANTE LITTERAM:

IL MACABRO, IL GORE, I SINTOMI™

IL BREAKUP TOSSICO PASSIVO AGGRESSIVO CON DANTE

in conclusione

[starlost97]

— muse.

summary: Charlie found the muse he needed to his most personal love poems.

tags: almost? a smut, abstract, worshipping, gn!reader.

characters: Charlie Dalton, Mr. Keating (mentioned).

warnings: insinuations of a smut?, very abstract, reader's clothing is not specified (only the material).

a/n: so sorry for taking so long! I got sick in the middle of writing this (not I-have-a-cold sick, more like throwing-up-food-from-a-decade-ago kind of sick) so it took me way more than it needed to. I might rewrite this later but I didn't want to keep the person who requested waiting any longer!

word count: 443.

requested?: yes!

Charlie Dalton never expected to still nurture such love for poetry even after finishing school. His room in college was full of books about "the biggies", as Mr. Keating loved to call. Not only that, but some works of his own too.

He loved to surprise other people, it didn't matter how. It could be by playing the saxophone or showing how weirdly broad his vocabulary was.

However, his poetry was something that few people had the honor to listen.

Sure, he had shown some random things he wrote in class, but the ones that he truly poured himself in it were guarded to the deserving only.

And you were definitely one of them.

When he saw you alone, sitting at the barstool, he couldn't help but be mesmerized. His knees almost failed him, and with that only he already had the beginning to the poetry inspired by the masterpiece of you.

He watched you for a while, getting jealous of the silky cloth around your torso and how it slided around your waist.

Charlie didn't remember how he approached you, because when his lips touched yours, everything else didn't matter anymore. His hands were on your body and he felt himself getting hotter and hotter by the second.

As he removed the fabric from your body, his breath was mercilessly taken away from him. Not only because his lips weren't on you anymore, but also because your heavenly curves were much more that he could ever imagine.

His mouth was soon brushing against your skin again, and each sound gained from you made his whole body ache for more.

"It's ridiculous how obsessed I already am." He muttered, pressing his lips against your skin, feeling your scent. "Are you a witch or something like that?"

"I might be." You joked, gaining a smile in response.

It didn't last much, however. Charlie was more focused on grazing his lips all over you, leaving some kisses behind as a way of showing his appreciation. It was his way of thanking you for blessing him with the power to worship you.

Something that he definitely didn't take it for granted on that night, under the weak light of the tiny unisex bathroom hidden inside a cheap bar, thrilled with the risk of getting caught.

The most unexpected place to find his muse.

But isn't that the beauty of love?

It makes us feel alive.

Charlie maybe didn't love you yet on that night, but he loved being passionate over you.

He loved so much that he didn't know how the hell he was supposed to live without it.

And he wasn't going to find out.

[ioniansunsets]

Hello yuno! As vday is coming i have an idea or scenario if every heartsteel kayn were to receive handmade chocolates from his f-crush how would he react to it or feel or whichever way you would like owo!!! Feeling like the young kayn in high school moment ♡♡please take your time and its ok you dont have to rush it

✖ Valentine’s Confession Highschool Kayn ✖

✖ Word Count: 1.2k Words

✖ Tags: Mutual Pinning! Awkward young love.

✖ A/N: I wrote a mutual confession thing cause I thought it’ll be cute! I really put my whole IonianSunsussy into this please enjoy it. [Actually the idea of highschool sweethearts Kayn is also really cute. Like imagine the gap moe. He never talks about it and then during Paranoia’s debut he’s just like “ hey can I get an extra VIP ticket? My partner wants to watch.” and everyone is like ??????? and he’s like ??? “ Yeah I’ve been dating them since we were like 15. 6th year anniversary is this weekend.”]

✖ Wrote This Listening To: He just wants to be Somebody to You. I think the whole lone wolf that fell head over heels in love is cute for him hahahhaha

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Kayn isn’t sure if he should be laughing or crying. Here he is, standing outside your club room at what, 5pm in the evening? Guitar strapped behind his back and a little gift in his hands. Ok, so he had liked you for a while now, so what, nothing wrong with love. Love was badass. So he decided to do something about those irritating feelings and bought you chocolates. So what! So, he decided it was just not hardcore enough, and went to melt and make his own fucking valentine’s chocolates for you. So What!

Maybe he baked cookies too huh? Is that so bad! Is it so bad that he got Akali to lend him some fancy stationery to write you some shitty fucking love letter! Its hardcore, its over the top! It’s how The Shieda Kayn should confess. Nothing subpar, none of that weak, half-assed work. Only the best. You only deserve everything and then some. You deserve the handmade chocolates. You deserve the expensive store bought ones he got too. You deserve that nicely wrapped box with the fancy hand cut crinkle paper in the pretty gift bag. You deserve the handmade cookies that he painstakingly made in your favorite flavor, with the cute icing of Rhaast and the matching handmade sprinkles (that Zed so kindly helped him with). You deserve the effort he took, the countless nights of planning to write down a very well written rap (confessional love poem) for you. You deserve the scented paper (his cologne) and the cool stickers on the envelope (its holographic hearts).

You deserve someone better than him.

He winces as he accidentally bit his lip too hard. Suddenly brought back to the reality of how long he has spent standing by this door. Another click of his tongue, he continues irritatingly tapping his foot while he reconsiders all he’s about to do. Was it creepy? Waiting for you after club activities? What? People should call it romantic right? It…it Was romantic…right? Waiting an extra hour or two after his own extra classes for Your own club activities to finish? I mean, he worked hard growing the balls to ask you to wait for him after school. You said yes earlier too! This is not creepy, this is just him living up to promises he made with you. This is. Normal. Yeah. Totally normal. Romance will die when he lets it. Kayn swallows hard, hand gripping tighter to the ribbon handles of the beautiful gift bag he spent his allowance on. The contents on the bag feeling heavier and heavier by the minute.

Knocking the door with his other hand, Kayn slowly peers into the club room. Slowly opening the door, he enters silently. The sickly blinding white fluorescent room lights mixing with the oranges of the late afternoon sun streaming in from the open windows. Kayn looks around, catching sight of you standing by the closet in the corner of the room packing up whatever it was that you did after school.

" Hey. I’m here like I said." " Kayn!"

He watches as you jump, fumbling as you try to hide whatever it is that was in the closet. Raising an eyebrow, he stands there, giving you an awkward smile as his eyes narrow to discern just what it is you were hiding from him.

“ Oh? Oh~ What is that huh?”

Kayn teases you, hiding his own gift behind his back as he walks over, trying to peer in and see what you’re so desperately hiding from him. As you look back at him with feigned irritation on your face, some quick maneuvers later you managed to hide whatever it is on the shelf behind your back.

“ You first. What’s that huh?”

As you ask him the question, a slow red blush creeps up his cheeks. Slowly you lean over to him, trying to see what is it that he’s holding behind His back. It can’t be right. No way life would treat someone like him this well. No way, no way. You were too close way too close. He swallows hard, leaning back to try and hide what he can behind his guitar case while also leaning away from you. So close to him that he could feel not only your presence in his personal space but the delectable warmth radiating off your skin. As your eyes meet his with that mischievous glint, he freezes. Stunned by both your beauty and the sudden realization that he should get this done and over with before he backs out. A shakily smug smile creeps onto his face as he tries his best to tamp down his anxiety with his Kayn branded cockiness. Was this something everyone went through? Were first loves and confessions this bad for everybody? God, he could feel his palms sweating again. Kayn coughs lightly to clear his throat before proudly thrusting the fancy bag in your face.

“ I…worked really hard on a little something for you. I hope you like it.”

Barely audible, Kayn whispers as he looks away shy. Contrary to his earlier actions, he gently lowers his hands and places the gift into your embrace. His eyes dart around the room, not able to meet your gaze, Kayn seemingly shrinks away from you with the realization of his past few days worth of effort all hitting him at once. The Valentine’s day gift was literally out of his hands now. A breathy laugh escapes him before he finally finds the meager courage to look at you again. And of course, he was instantly awestruck. How could he not be with you. Looking back at him with that tender look, the way your own lips slowly curl into a smile, the sparkle in your eyes as you look from him to the gift in your hands back at him.

“ Kayn…”

” No. Don’t say anything, just…go read the thing when you’re home alone. I don’t wanna hear it! I’m going!”

As he turns to leave, you quickly grab his arm, pulling him back with a quick jerk. Eyes closed, you press your lips against his. Kayn’s own eyes go wide as he looks, unblinking, back at you in shock. He was now suddenly very, very aware of what it felt like when people talked about time feeling like it's stopping.

“ And this is for you.”

You quickly return a similarly lovingly wrapped box into his hands. Kayn frozen in place, his heart working in overdrive, thumping so loudly he was sure he would get a heart attack right here right now. His face such a bright red that the blush reaches up to his ears and also spread down his chest. You could see it peaking through his unbuttoned collar when your gaze trailed down. Before his brain could even begin to regain function you quickly wave to him, scrambling to pick up your bag you run off. Leaving Kayn flustered and alone in the empty classroom as the sun begins to set. You too had to leave his presence before the embarrassment of what went down caught up to you too.

There would be a lot for you guys to talk about tomorrow at school.

Link to fanart for this!

[inkedwingss]

about poetry

Good things take time? Sometimes. There are dreadful things that happen for too long, and amazing splits of a second. The amount of time and effort are not the main indicators that something has value.

I was thinking that specifically because of my poems — because I was arguing with myself the other day about how I feel they have no value, even though I'm aware this is the wrong thought to think (and I will always defend thinking and feeling something is a real experience, but not necessarily rooted in truth). But poems... What are these little creatures? It's just that they happen so quickly! They burst from my mind and I type as fast as I can so I don't lose the line. They are not perfect, but they are mine, and they are true, and they are... Valuable.

I cried one day on my way to the coffee shop to see my new friend and give him the poem I wrote for him. Our friendship was two weeks old. The poem took me less than ten minutes to write, and while reading it, he cried. We sat under the sun for about three hours (not the whole day, not a whole life), and then he walked me back to the bridge — probably a five-minute walk.

All of that had immense value. Priceless treasure. It happened fast. It burned my heart forever.

To me writing it's just what I do, something I can't stop doing and I will never stop doing even if I don't ever publish anything at all. I don't struggle to write, I struggle with physical pain/fatigue, my own wrong thoughts, a busy routine and other shit, but writing will happen. At some point in my day, I just have to do it.

So yes, we live in times where things are immediate, and I will always advocate for the slow life, slow growth... I don't believe in rushing the process or jumping stages. It takes time to build true skills even in the creative, intuitive realm. It does! But also, sometimes, things happen fast. Maybe you have a talent, or you practised so much that know it just "comes naturally." Maybe you've been deeply inspired. Maybe your brain is wired that way (@goodluckclove). Whatever it is: what you do still has value even if you struggle to do it, or when you do not struggle at all. Value is within.

I decided to do with this one that was waiting in my draft for the first tag list post. Thank you, angels.

@caustic-splines @hersurvival @icantdance @poetici @informedimagining @thedayoftherae @sablewing @stumbling-through-time @burntblanc @lelestarmy @fairytaleinagem @remnantofabrokensoul

[xanyiaz]

guys i AM 'the' gavin, avior, porter and camelopardalis fan 🙏🙏‼️and here's why @plaqying :

I MADE GAVIN IN THE SIMS 💀💀 and also posted several fanarts of him (on my friend's behalf):

also i wrote this essay about him:

lemme just write an essay about vincent and gavin for a second-

so i was relistening to this audio earlier *the vincent audio after lovely got kidnapped*

and he talks about how he was kind of an asshole before because he was only ever thinking short-term and only ever flirting with people as a means to eventually feed from them. but lovely and what they went through with adam changed him because it made him realise that he had changed. he had become different from how he was as a human, but lovely made him remember that version of himself - like they awakened the vincent that, although still being very flirty, he sees and embraces them as they are, and doesn't just flirt to feed but because he wants to, because he loves to, since he loves them. it reminds me of my other favourite character gavin - how he's also an asshole in the beginning (i have a type ig 💀) but it's only because other people only saw him as sex, as a tool to get off with, but not as just he is. they ignored the best part of him - his heart. they forgot he even has one because they were too busy wrapping themselves up in a fantasy with him, only to then throw him away once they're finished. but freelancer stuck around. they saw him for how he is. not as an incubus, just as "gavin". i love characters like this - that, at first glance, just seem a certain way, but underneath all that, the flirty exteriors, are the most beautiful beings with hearts of gold. and both of them are so patient; they didn't expect anything in return, after all, why would they? everyone else only wanted them for their flirty self or to use them for their body, not for their soul. lovely helped vincent realise that he had grown too used to putting up a false flirty front and that because of that, he had forgotten who he was underneath all that - a caring, loving person who also encourages lovely to become a better person; and freelancer, who got helped by an incubus and some silly lil elementals to realise that it's ok to reach out for help sometimes and that doing so isn't a burden on others, helped gavin realise that people want to be around him for more reasons than just sex, he is deserving and worthy of much more than that.

in short i'm so incredibly sane about them and love them a totally normal amount i promise.

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wrote 2 POEMS based on avior and starlight:

also i imagined this: if starlight had/has pimples or spots or freckles and disliked them or felt insecure because of them i just KNOW avior would like- compare them to the stars and the night sky and kiss every one lightly, showering them with love until they start believing themself that they are as beautiful as avior says. this is how i imagine it:

slight sovereign state spoilers ig ??

starlight: "i'm breaking out so much, look how many pimples i have showing."

avior: "hey, don't say those things about yourself. all your spots and details and everything about you considered an "imperfection" by yourself, or anyone else, are my favourite parts of you. they paint star constellations all over you, and every time i look at you, i just want to plant kisses over each and every one of them. we may not have had any indicators of what time of day it was when we were stuck in hell together, but you were and still are my night sky, my sunshine, my whole universe, all the stars in my galaxy. every time i look at you, i see that all over you. your so called "imperfections" ignite my soul. you're my everything, starlight. never hate anything about yourself. and do not doubt even for a single second that the way i feel about you would change because of all your beautiful details. you are the stars that light up the galaxy of my heart. starlight, star bright, the stars in your eyes light up my life."

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look how many porter headcanons i wrote RAAHHHHH:

- under people's skin or in contrast, how to charm and flatter people, he's SO charismatic and knows exactly how to get what he wants

- he has dyed tips of his hair- like i imagine it being either white/light grey or black and then like red or purple or blue dyed tips and like it's longish shoulder length but styled like miyamura from horimiya

- he likes board games but ESPECIALLY cluedo

- he likes wine-tasting

- he has heterochromia eyes- either like blue and red or blue and purple

- he wears corsets 🤭

- he wears HELLA jewellery- skull rings and loads of ear piercings and like a tooth necklace or something and just LOADS of vintage jewellery

- he knows how under people's skin or in contrast, how to charm and flatter people, he's SO charismatic and knows exactly how to get what he wants

- but also- he's so used to charming people or putting on a show/facade that, when people do genuinely want to get to know him and be close with him, he's reluctant and inexperienced- most people don't stick around after they get what they want from him, which is why he's so interested in & curious about treasure, why he's so enamoured with them bc they also seem so enamoured with him and he wants to understand why.

- also he has the sluttiest waist ever and he's so babygirl- wbk but i had to say it anyways 💀

also i made a playlist for him ofc <3

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i also made these edits of gavin, gavin (again) + cam and porter (edited him twice) (can't believe i haven't edited avior yet smh):

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camelopardalis my love <33

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i have made more posts about all of them but it would take too long to scroll so you'll just have to take my word for it 😭‼️also i LITERALLY have most of gavin's audios memorised by now- and also porter's first audio- trust i am all of their biggest fan 🙏🙏 but also if i don't win- that's fair enough lol good luck to everyone 🫶🫶

[chilly-weirdo-in-a-tomb]

*Vibrating with excitement* would you like to share opinions on tlt characters zodiac signs. Because I have so many

(Naberius is a Virgo sun Taurus rising imo)

I have a lot of opinions. Bear in mind that I am not an astrology expert and I personally consider zodiac signs simply a fun, sometimes humorous thing and not an end-all, be-all thing. I don’t know a thing about rising signs or moon signs or all that. I don’t even know my own full chart! I’m friends with a very big astrology buff and they—in all seriousness—told me I was born the wrong sign 😂. According to them, I act like a Sagittarius.

But as for my TLT zodiac opinions, I’ve included my thoughts in the tags of each poll I’ve posted. So far, my prediction have been 50/50. I’ll go into more detail about my thoughts in this post, though.

Past polls:

Gideon is an Aries. Two of my best friends are Arieses and they give off the same energy as Gideon. It’s a kind of ‘fuck you if you’re rude, fuck me if you’re hot’ energy. They don’t give a flying fuck what society thinks of them. They’re also incredibly gay. Do I also happen to fall for Aries a lot? Yeah. Am I in love with Gideon Nav? Also yes.

Harrow is a Scorpio. I’m a Scorpio and so is one of my other best friends. I identify a lot with Harrow (we have the same genre of religious trauma/Catholic guilt, as well as a shit ton of grief and loss in our lives), but honestly, I just go with vibes. Incidentally, I’m related to one of people who helped discover Pluto (the planet that rules Scorpio) which is also the Ninth house. Like, legit these bone lesbians are from Pluto. I’ve seen several posts joking about that why Harrow’s so short. Because she’s from a dwarf planet.

Palamedes is a Virgo. This is based solely on one guy I knew in high school. Dude was a walking encyclopedia and had a pair of Pikachu sunglasses. I feel like Pal would wear Pikachu sunglasses.

Camilla my love. I thought Leo. Again based on one person I knew in high school. But Tumblr at large thinks she’s a Virgo and after some thought, I agree.

The Tridentarii are either Leos or Geminis. I said this in the tags, but Leos for personality, Gemini for the meme. My friend from high school is a Leo and she is one of the most driven and determined people I have ever met (so Ianthe it hurts). But she’s also one of the biggest romantics I’ve ever met. Like romantic as in the art/literature movement. She wrote me a fucking poem hyping me up because she saw that I was going through a tough time (self image issues). She compared me to the goddess Athena and I have never been more honored. Ray of fucking sunshine is the most wonderful sense (CORONA AF).

Babs. He was a fucking asshole, but he deserved better than what he got. Taurus. Yet again, based solely on a dude I knew in high school. Voice of an angel that boy. Bust out into a rendition of “A Whole New World” on an escalator one time and no one complained because it sounded so good. But a low key asshole. Not entirely unexpected as he was a tenor. Yes I am throwing shade at tenors. Most tenors (and many sopranos) in my experience are bitchy as fuck. Naberius Tern has tenor energy. Polls ended with Leo taking the win, with Aquarius a close second.

Other:

Dulcinea. The real Dulcinea. My other love. She’s horny for revenge and I love it. Chronic illness Queen. Like, can we please talk about the representation in this series? We have all manner of queer representation, mental illness rep, and chronic illness/disability rep! I know that *spoilers* it’s actually Cytherea in GtN, but then the real Dulcie shows up to be a bad bitch in HtN and I am in love with yet another TLT character. She’s a Libra and I love her.

OUR LADY OF FUCKING PASSION. Pash. TLT’s John the Baptist (take a look at Alecto Theory 11 for more on that). Capricorn. I don’t think I know any Capricorns irl, but from what I know of them, she’s a classic Capricorn.

So yeah, those are my thoughts.

[nocasdatsgay]

From the Heart: a spring time affairs fic

For @tamlinweek day 2 poet

Pairings: Tamlin/OC/Lucien/Elain (implied)

Rating: T | Word Count: 1012 | Masterlist | AO3 Link

Summary: Ez asks Tamlin about the poems he wrote for Flora during their courtship.

Warnings: implied polycule, OC/Lucien implied interruption of fun time, bad poetry, a child, crude humor

A/N: okay I swear I’m done and taking a break now 🫣😅 also Tamlin’s limericks are corny. Just be aware 😂 also if this doesn’t meet the rules I can remove the tags

Once Ez got older, every weekend Tamlin made a point to spend time with him. They were in the library that particular afternoon. Tamlin was reading and Ez had been too before he abandoned his book for coloring pens. It was silent save for the clock ticking. Until Ez looked up from his paper.

“Papa, is it true you wrote poems for mama?”

Tamlin looked up from his book. He narrowed his gaze at his son's innocent face.

“And who told you that?”

“Lu said you wrote poems for mama. Before you married. He said you didn’t know how to flirt so you put your feelings on paper.”

Tamlin was going to murder Lucien. “Yes, Ez. I wrote poems for your mother.” He ignored the flirting remark for now.

“Can I read them?” His son's eyes were wide with excitement.

“I’d have to find them.”

A lie. Tamlin panicked internally, again cursing Lucien. His poems- limericks really, were silly and crude. They also had topics his son was not old enough to be reading about. Or ever considering they were to his mother. The one Tamlin wrote about Flora’s breasts came to mind. His cheeks heated but his son didn’t seem to notice.

“Maybe mama has them!” Ez gasped. “I’ll go ask.”

“No.” Tamlin stood from his chair. His son froze in place. “I mean mama is busy. We can ask her at dinner. It’ll be. Surprise.”

That seemed to do it.

“Okay papa.” And Ez went back to coloring.

Tamlin needed to find his wife and warn her. He closed his book and stood from his chair.

“I’ll be right back. You keep drawing and you can show me your progress when I return.”

Ez nodded, not looking up from his paper. With that Tamlin left the library. He knew exactly where Flora was and hopefully he was about to kill two birds with one stone. He went through the old nursery and knocked on the door that joined their rooms. He didn’t wait for a reply, using his magic to unlock the door. Sure enough Flora was pulling the sheet up on her body and Lucien was doing the same with the duvet.

“Gods Tam, I thought you were Ez.” Flora let out a sigh of relief.

“Lucien,” Tamlin glared at him. “Why did you tell our son I wrote his mother poems?” Lucien fell back on the pillows laughing. “This is not funny. He’s asking to see them.”

“Oh no.” Flora’s eyes went wide.

“Exactly!” Tamlin put his hands on his hips. “He’s going to ask you at dinner to get them.”

“He asked me what I was doing yesterday and I told him I was writing poems,” Lucien was still laughing. “He asked what those were and I said it was what you used to court your wife with.”

Flora kicked her foot under the blanket. “I liked those poems thank you very much.”

“You’re both forgetting how inappropriate they are. And not for our son to see.” Tamlin huffed, brushing back his long hair nervously.

“Well, not all of them were inappropriate.” Flora let the sheet fall while she thought. “I can find a few clean ones and show them.”

“I would rather you didn’t.”

Lucien sat up still grinning after he finally stopped laughing. “Tam, what’s the worst that could happen?”

As it turned out, the worst that could happen was Ez having an honest tongue like Lucien. At dinner, Flora handed him two of the tamest poems. Ez looked at the first one while he ate, all of them silent while he read.

“Papa, these aren’t good.” Ez furrowed his brows. “You like this, mama?”

The whole table erupted with laughter. Even Tamlin, with his face in his hand, had to laugh. Ez did not take that well. He shrunk into his seat, trying to hide. Elain noticed first, being closest.

“Honey, we’re not laughing at you.” Ez didn’t seem to be buying it. “You said something funny just now that is all.”

“Brutal honesty is the term,” Lucien pointed his fork at Ez. “Always be honest. Cauldron knows your father needs it.”

“For what it’s worth,” Flora grabbed one of the poems, looking it over again. “I like it because it came from the heart. Even if it isn’t the best, it’s still from him. Your papa wrote it for me and I always treasure that. That’s why I kept them, my pumpkin.”

Tamlin took his wife’s hand and squeezed it. She squeezed back at him lovingly.

“Maybe tomorrow,” he turned to their son. “We can go over some poetry books. Look up the rules and both of us take turns writing. You can help me improve.”

The way Ez beamed at him melted his heart and made the mild embarrassment worth it. When Ez looked away, he still shot Lucien a look that said this wasn’t over. Then again, Tamlin realized from the way Lucien grinned back, that was probably his plan all along.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Flora was laughing so hard she was wheezing. After putting Ez to bed, Flora pulled some of the more questionable limericks out.

“Your breasts are the size of a melon. It makes me want to act like a felon,” she couldn’t read the rest from laughing so hard. “I don’t even know what a felon is!”

It was Tamlin’s turn to laugh.

“You didn’t say that when I first gave it to you.” He used his teeth to nip at her ear.

“Our boy was correct to question my judgment. How did I ever read these and think ‘gosh Tamlin is so sexy for writing that’?”

“Is that a challenge wildflower?”

The air in the room changed dramatically, both of their scents sweetening as they looked each other in the eyes.

Tamlin chuckled again. “You question my methods yet I can smell you just like the day I gave it to you.”

“That’s because it’s you, love,” she replied, tapping his nose with her index finger.

The limericks and poems were quickly abandoned to the floor shortly after.

[antimony-medusa]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers.

I was tagged by @regicidal-optimism

In no particular order:

A World Away (A Step Apart), (14,531 words) my OW superhero/supervillain romance with identity shenanigans, a dystopian world, and in-world supervillain RPF social media posts. This one was so fun to write. I've spent a lot of time on various social medias over the years and I delved into it for the fake discourse, and some of those social media jokes are some of my favourite things I've written. Plus I got to make up two guys that I love, OW is so fun.

A Hundred Things You Have Not Dreamed Of, (27,743 words), a DSMP emduo au in a vaguely superhero au about coming back from dehumanization. This fic was the one where I had to go holy shit I really do keep writing about food as healing I need to start tagging that on my fic, but also I just had a great deal of fun delving into, on the one hand, the hurt/comfort of expecting pain and not getting it, and on the other hand, the actual legitimate joys you can find in the small good things of a life you're choosing to live, even if baldly speaking it's not a great life. Like these guys don't know how to cook, and they live in a shitty apartment, and they have minimum wage food service jobs and don't have internet, but they also have friendship and community and 3 meals a day, and a laptop that can play videos, and that can also be something to appreciate. Plus it was a really fun challenge to take characters who basically don't act like the characters at all, because of trauma, and show them gradually growing into themselves. I still love this one a lot.

three deaths, no burials, one sunrise, (804 words). Oh boy. This one. DSMP, and c!wilbur focused, and second person, and inspired by a richard silken poem and a ursula vernon speech and a post about how wilbur didn't get a grave. At this point I don't even know if that's true canon, but I love this fic for how completely it took over my brain, I sat down and wrote it in one setting. Fuckin' pulled out of me like unspooling rope hand over hand. Having complicated feelings about your death and how it was marked or unmarked by the people around you, and exploring that through video game statistics, is something that can be so personal.

The Totem Of Undying Job, (62,696 words), DSMP, the syndicate heist Las Nevadas. So oh man, this was written in the era of the prison arc and you can probably tell, but I am still proud of how much I went into existing lore for the characterizations, not to mention proud of pulling off a long-fic. I keep thinking of it and going "man I should write more prey duo", or "I should write more tntduo", or "dang, beeduo slaps", or what have you. The first full and complete novel-length thing I had written in almost a decade, and I still think it hangs together, concepted and written entirely just me with myself in a google doc. The way I approach writing is very different nowdays, but I still love this one and I'm proud of pulling it off.

And honestly there's a lot of fics jockeying for this final spot, but I will give it to Soothing Natural Energies by Rebalancing External Wealth, Today, At Rekindled Flames Marriage Therapy Conference, (4,482 words), my origins sneegza marriage fraud shenanigans heist. I wrote this one in 24 hours for an exchange, and I was absolutely digesting my own stomach with anxiety the whole time, but I got it done, and then I posted and people said it was funny! And it had good worldbuilding! They liked it! And I drank some coffee and sat down to read it and went what do you know, I also like this, I think it's funny. Sometimes when I go oh god can I actually write comedy I go back to this one and I remind myself that yes, I can feel out how punchlines work. Also that I should write more origins, it's delightful.

tagging: @chrysalizzm, @imperialkatwala, @creetchure, @lennjamin-o7, @droidofmay

(don't feel obligated, any of you, I was just mentally paging through the people I follow trying to find people who hadn't already been tagged.)

[eri-pl]

Tagging rules (linking mostly for my own convenience, but I'll try to stick to them)

If something that I wrote contradicts the canon, and I seem not to be aware of it, I would prefer to be politely informed of this fact and I will not act offended about this. Thank you.

Post Masterlist below cut

Tolkien

The Great Reread

Proper-ish writing (Silm fanfics)

Ao3 in general

Steve the intern Maia / Ao3 - comedy, Mandos, Darkening

Amandil / Ao3 - sad/estel, fall of Numenor

Irrational / Ao3 - fluff + math + music + nature of Men, kidnap fam

Blood, red like fire / Ao3 - ominous, Feanor's mother, pregnancy

Finrod talks philosophy with other characters (Ao3 collection with all of them + maybe more):

The Problem With snakes - with Melkor, pre-Darkening, about Men

Of Death and Figs - with Feanor, in the Halls, somewhat creepy RL natural science, T-rated for insects

As boring as a spring - with Lúthien, in Doriath, the nature of art, premonitions

Athrabeth Finrod ah Ilmare - post-reembodiment. Astronomy.

War of Wrath, they shall name it - Manwë character study, somewhat sad/ Ao3

Silmarillion Advent Calendar 2024 (24 shortfics, somewhat related in vibe) / Ao3

A short where Finrod gets a Christmas sweater

…and a bunch of bredlik poems (now also on Ao3!)

Writing propmts / ideas / sketches

(yes, you can use those, credit me if you quote more or less directly)

Some original Maiar, feel free to use

Crack taken seriously the um… very personal edition? (includes fangirling and Blue Wizards)

Nerdanel could but would she? (I hate Feanor less now, ignore the tag a bit)

Synopsis of “how I would do Third Age Sauron redemption fic (second part of interconectednss. It starts with Saruman not being a jerk. It may end on the world ending. Or not.)

Very AU: Melkor ok, Aule and Yavanna bad but opposing each other.

So, you want to canonize Tauriel? Here’s how.

Maglor in Numenor (it ends better than you’d expect)

I’m not a shipper, but Aredhel

yeet the Ring into space (not a very original idea)

I don’t write real people fics, but

Nobilis/Silm: Feanorians

Consider: A “ghost of Feanor in LotR” fanfic, but instead of, say, Elrond, it is Gimli who can perceive the ghost. (Literally just this. Plus some tags and discussion below post.)

Rework of Beren and Luthien, keeping the early idea of "C&C are helpful", but compatible with the rest of the canon.

Long reblog chain (partially mine) ending with Maedhros with undead Fingon as his hand (lierally).

If Osse went evil

Feanorians should go to a theater

Celegorm humts in his dreams

underexplored topic of Celebrimbor-Annatar discussions: the Feanorian… well, the whole thing about them, Oath and Darkness and all that.

discussions of greek mythology/Silm exchange program (Morgoth for Hermes) (see all the reblogs, there are good ideas there!)

a lot of "what-ifs" about Feanor not doing one of the questionable things he did (for different ones) (below cut)

Morgoth&Sauron as Polish fairytale devils (I wish I could draw this)

Celegorm and his marriage plans

Musing, rambling, essays, headcanons

Masterlist 1 (themed: Ainur, Gift of Men, Feanor, language)

Masterlist 2 (misc)

(yes, you can use those too)

Funny

Badly made Morgoth on a cake

Spiders! Luthien! Also, Miriel! And more spiders! (source of this idea)

SmurFingolfin

cursed poll-haired Thranduil

Sauron goo in a jar

Morgoth as a red canary

Feanor in the Void ;)

gecko!Glaurung

Polls!

Finished polls masterlist 1 (themed polls: worst[x], fandom, dark lords, Feanorians, which Vala is a patron of [x])

2 (other polls)

Pictures Masterlist

Other

Cosmere (old posts)

Post-RoW predictions for Stormlight Archive (plus)

Ten spears go to battle

Nobilis (old posts)

Why I cannot play this game

You know you think too much about Nobilis when…

“wyrd” ws “weird”

numbers

What happens to instances of an Estate after a successful Flower Rite — some thoughts

You don’t FR a Mimic

Excrucian eyes : Deceivers

About Warmains

Warmains (feel free to use)

Deceivers (same)

Misc

grammar rant

another

first one

The words "prodigy" and "prodigal" are not related.

[nopenototdaysatan]

I got tagged by @zarvasace ! And I'm finally feeling well enough to write this out. Thankfully. XP

1.How many works on AO3? I've got 22, which for just a year and a half is pretty good in my opinion.

2. Total word Count on AO3: 42,075 OuO I am pleased. And it's only gonna grow more and more as my craving to write is satisfied. Maybe next year I'll have 100,000 plus words!

3. Top 3 pics by Kudos:

Never Had the Chance: This is the first series I posted so to have it stay number one for this long brings me unimaginable joy! We love some good Ravioli coming together in spite of their stupidity and suffering.

The Ways One Becomes Vegetarian : Everyone really seems to like Shadow's birthday gift and I can't blame them. Legend & Sky content is perfection.

It's Raining Links and Whumptober! : No surprise here. 17 chapters of delicious Whump. Who doesn't want that?

Reflections of Love : Everyone loves some good Fourdow.... especially when there's never enough! I need to make a sequel to this so bad. T~T

Cozytober is here to play! : Nothing cozy about this series of poems considering some of the things I did ..... I have no regrets.

4. What Fandoms do you write for? So far only Linked Universe and Loz but I'm hoping to get into writing for Demon Slayer as well.

5. Do you respond to comments? Hell Fucking Yes! My goal is to answer every comment I get! And as far as I remember I've succeeded so far. (Scream at me if I'm wrong. )

6. Fic with the angstiest ending: I think I'd have to give it to "To be A PART of them, what would you suffer through?" but A greenhouse without a Door and Marcasite Tea Petals are both a super close second. It's just the difference between years of suffering and thousands. CX

7. Fic with the happiest ending: I have so many good happy endings but to be the happiest I think you need some good angst or turmoil so, I would say "Never Had the Chance" wins for the happiest ending.

8. Do you get hate? Not as far as I know. And I don't care to know either way.

9. Do you write Smut? I haven't before, but I am trying it out at the moment so, we'll see. CX

10. Do you write crossovers? Yes! Yes! Yes! The FFXIV/LU Brainrot is eternal! I have so many ideas and now wips, so yes I do and I'm never gonna stop! I also have Red/Blue Witcher AU. That one's fun

11. Ever had a fic stolen? Nope, and I really hope it never happens. I put my whole heart into my works. It would be awful to have someone try to say they made the stuff I wrote.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? Nope and I don't know if anyone would ever be up for it since it would be like translating a song. And those who know, know how difficult that can be.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic? As Mina stated in hers, Bad End Links kinda fits here as we braintstorm a lot of ideas and stuff together. I mean Marcasite Tea Petals wouldn't exist without Mina bringing up poisoning. CX

14. All Time Favorite Ship? .......I can't deny it. It's Ravioli. I love my stupid boys and their stupid home and their happy lives. And the cute shit they do on a daily basis. And the orchard they can have picnics in. AND EVERYTHING ELSE! (Four/Shadow and Red/Blue get Honorable mentions here because I love them as well.)

15. WIPs you want to finish but doubt you will? I don't think I have one of those. All of my Wip's are either things I just need to write or edit but all have some kind of planning. *LEGEND'S Ithaca Saga towers over me from behind* Shush! I just need to fix Ravio's poem and I can continue writing and posting it.

16.Writing Strengths? I'd say the creativity from the formatting I use when writing. It makes my poems feel like a true piece of art. Along with my descriptions and metaphors.

17. Writing Weaknesses: Longer poems......I find I have a harder time keeping everything connected and flowing properly the longer I write.

18. Thoughts on Mixed Language Dialogue: If you're not gonna put the translation close to the other language than don't expect the reader to understand what's going on beyond context clues. Nobody's gonna constantly scroll to the bottom and then back up for a sentence or two.

19.First Fandom you wrote for? Technically, either Homestuck or Hetalia. But those were just rps and stuff I kept on an old computer. For AO3, Linked Universe / Loz: ALBW.

20. Favorite Fic you've ever written: I don't like this question.....It would be easy to say Never Had the Chance or To be A PART of them What would you suffer through? but......... Nobody loves Warmed up From your Heart more than I! I had so much fun turning Blue to an Icicle only to have him be saved by Twi and Sky before being healed by his brothers. I WILL FOREVER LOVE THIS SERIES EVEN IF NO ONE ELSE DOES! It is my baby and I love it.

Thank for the tag Mina!

I choose: @respheal, @shinobi-addiction, @huh-1260, @breannasfluff @iolitemoth,

[tabitha42]

Tagged by @chaoswritesthemultiverse!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

4, going up to 6 if you include 2 group-written fics that I wrote a chapter for!

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

260,298

3. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

1. The Wizard's Apprentice

My longfic, my baby, my hyperfixation, following Saff through the game, exploring her relationship with Gale and her 'personal quest' to find out who she is.

2. Stars

A short one-shot inspired by the Mage Hand interaction between Gale and Karlach, in which Gale helps Karlach write a poem for Wyll.

3. There Once Was A Party Infected

A collection of limericks about the companions.

4. Fur and Feathers

AU horror one-shot about little Gale summoning Tara, because he wanted a friend.

4. What fandoms do you write for?

Just Baldur's Gate at the moment. Used to write a lot of Doctor Who fanfic back when I was a teenager, many centuries ago.

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Yes! I didn't when I first started using AO3, but then started replying when I realised how much I love receiving replies to comments I've written.

6. What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Definitely Fur and Feathers, the whole premise is a horror tragedy.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I guess Stars since it's the only other fic I've written that actually has an ending 😂

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Not yet... will see if that changes when The Wizard's Apprentice reaches certain plot points.

9. Do you write smut?

Yes, there's several smutty scenes in The Wizard's Apprentice, and I've written a few pieces of smut that never made it to AO3.

10. Do you write crossovers?

Never have done before, but wouldn't be opposed to it!

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not to my knowledge.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

I'm doing two fic trains with some other authors from the Magic Man discord, have really enjoyed them!

14. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

Currently I'd say FlutterWeave, the ship between Saff and Gale, but I have had many favourite ships over the years - the Doctor & Rose, Jessie & James, Genji & Mercy, Genji & Lucio, the list goes on.

15. What’s the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Uuhh I suppose technically the Doctor Who fanfic that I was writing as a teenager and haven't touched for 20 years might qualify for this... I don't want to finish it, but I do feel bad for abandoning it. Other than that, I haven't got any WIP fics that I'm not currently working on.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I'd like to think I'm not bad a building up a mystery and dropping hints, some subtle enough that you don't notice them unless you go back and read it after you know what's going on. Though maybe making hints so subtle that no one notices them is a weakness 😂

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Reusing the same phrases and sentence structure over and over and over. If I had a penny for every time I wrote some variation of "he met her gaze" I'd be rich.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in a fic?

I've done it quite a lot in my long fic - some Welsh, a lot of Latin for spell incantations, and a little bit of Draconic. A lot of relying on Google Translate and translating back and forth to make sure that if someone translates it back to English it says what I want it say. If I were writing a full conversation I'd want to try to find someone that speaks the language to check it, but since it's mostly just been a few words or a sentence at most, I haven't done that.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

It was either Recess or Kim Possible, though Doctor Who was the first one I wrote seriously for.

20. Favorite fic you’ve ever written?

Definitely The Wizard's Apprentice, it is my baby and lives rent free in my head. I don't know what I'm going to do with myself once it's finished, but luckily that's ages away 😂

Once again I think everyone I know on Tumblr has already done this or been tagged... so if you're reading this and want to do it, I tag you!

[theonlyqualitytrash]

Introduction post

Hi, I'm QualityTrash, just another random user on this platform, and I'm here to talk about myself a little (because who doesn't love talking about themselves, right?)

Anyway, I'm an INFJ type with a passion for the whimsical, the creepy, the misunderstood, and the morbid. I'm a very introverted person, so you’ll rarely see me interacting with people directly. I mostly prefer to admire from afar.

I started writing fanfiction when I was about 12, but of course, the mind and writing style of an adolescent can be a bit crass. Most of the works I wrote back then have either been archived, deleted, or are sitting in a dusty corner of my folders (sometimes, you just can't part with things).

My hobbies include cross-stitching, writing (of course), reading (surprise, surprise), yoga, scrapbooking, gaming, and overanalyzing the hell out of art—whether it's paintings, characters, music, or literature.

I listen to a lot of music, from classical to rock, goth to Kpop. I could go on about this for the rest of the post, so I’ll just stop here and drop a few artists I love: IAMX, Rammstein, Ghost, Laufy, Ic3peak, Creature Feature, QBomb, Melanie Martinez, Kordhell, Ado, Ooes, Aurora, Chopin... and I’ll stop before this list gets too long.

Some of my favorite anime/series (other than BSD) include Violet Evergarden, Jojo, Death Parade, Kuroshitsuji, Moriarty the Patriot, Beastars, Dungeon Meshi, Helluva Boss, The Amazing Digital Circus, Arcane and Monster High.

Now, some fun facts about me:

My birthday is on July 17th, just one day after my mother's

I have three cats: Max, Sasha, and Sonya

My favorite color is yellow, and I love sunflowers

I'm a silly atheist with a fascination for religious imagery and references

I’m from the Balkans (and yes, English isn't my native language, but I try my best!)

I have a rat tattoo

I am extremely clumsy—it’s not even funny anymore

I study biochemistry—ironically, I ran from chemistry my whole life before applying to university

I write poems (and I often try to incorporate their meanings into my works)

TAGS:

Me speaking nonsense: #qt.musing Answering questions: #trash answers to your qs

If you're here, hello! Thank you for taking the time to read through my introduction post.

Have this virtual cookie as a token of my appreciation :>

Dividers: saradika-graphics

[duckprintspress]

Meet Aether Beyond the Binary Contributors Em Rowntree and Kelas Lloyd

Today, we spotlight two more of the creators contributing to our current crowdfunding project Aether Beyond the Binary(a collection of 17 aetherpunk settings starring characters outside the gender binary): Em Rowntree and Kelas Lloyd!

Cadillac’s Bus by Em Rowntree

About Em: Em Rowntree’s first foray into the world of writing was with a story called The Magic Land that featured a unicorn and a flying carpet the size of a country, and they’ve been chasing that high ever since. They’ve been sharing their writing online for almost nine years, and have had poems and short stories published in anthologies. They live in the UK.

Links: Twitter

This is Em’s second contribution to a Duck Prints Press anthology; they also wrote a story for Add Magic to Taste.

Title: Cadillac’s Bus

Tags: pending

Excerpt: 

From their vantage point, the kid couldn’t see the rally racer inside. Couldn’t see the black gloves with one white star of pure aetherlight painted on each fingertip. Couldn’t see the curled mess of long grey hair. Couldn’t see the steely, hungry, fiercely joyful look on their face as their vehicle plunged on through the moorland. But the kid could picture it all, down to the last detail.

They put their hands in the air.

“CADILLAC JONES!” they yelled, loud enough for the cow to hear them a few hundred yards away and lift its head – but nowhere near loud enough for Cadillac Jones themself to know their name was being screamed as they disappeared out of sight, away down the track. “CADILLAC JONES FOREVER! YES! THE BEST –” The kid turned to left and right as though looking for someone to tell, but there was no one beside them. “THE BEST! CADILLAC JONES FOREVER! YES!”

They stood, overwhelmed, keeping the moment alive as long as they could. A few minutes after the rally racer had turned the next corner and gone out of sight, another vehicle came hurtling round the bend after them. The kid lifted their arms again – and this time turned their open hands into raised middle fingers.

“YOU SUCK!” they screamed in delight, a smile of joy splitting their face.

True by Kelas Lloyd

About Kelas: Kelas is a disabled, trans, bi author and artist currently (unfortunately) living in Texas. They graduated from the University of Central Florida with an English degree and love cats, tea, and all things speculative fiction. A lot of their writing features magic or disability or both, and they’re often found in Star Trek, Mass Effect, Babylon 5, and Untamed spaces. You can also find them in a lot of bead and resin spaces, because they love making sparkly jewelry of all sorts. 

Previously published pieces include an article on disability in The Last Of Us, short stories in two publications by Shacklebound Books, a pair of poems about being trans, an essay on disabled life, and a whole bunch of pieces about San Diego Comic-con. They’re single, an Ernie looking for their Bert, but they have a found family that stretches around the globe and some of their birth family accepts them for who they are. 

You can find out more about them at kelaslloyd.com

Links: Personal Website | Archive of Our Own | Twitter

This is Kelas’s first time writing with Duck Prints Press.

Title: True

Tags: character study, foster family, found family, friends, genderfluid, magic use, non-binary, present tense, self-esteem issues, teenager, third person limited pov, transphobia (mentions of)

Excerpt: 

“Oh,” Eva says, trying to recover. “Yeah, okay. So what’s the procedure? Are you gathering up all the ducklings and then herding us over?”

Paul looks at them as if they can see through the joking tone Eva’s adopted. “You’ve got a map in your booklet. I’m here, so I introduced myself, but there’s a schedule in there too. Everyone here is old enough to herd themselves; I’m here for support.”

“So you catch us in the trust-fall exercises,” Eva says, opening up the booklet to find the map and schedule.

“No, I make sure to drop everyone during those.”

Eva’s gaze snaps up to catch Paul’s grin just before it turns into a faint smile.

“You’re here because you’re struggling with aether,” Paul continues. “Most of the time a teen is struggling, it’s because they don’t know themselves well enough yet to let it flow through them the way as it’s supposed to. That’s what I help with.”

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Thanks for the tag @bahbahhh :D

Rules: Give us the links to your fics with the most hits, second most kudos, third most comments, fourth most bookmarks, fifth most words, and your fic with the least amount of words.

Most hits: Shadows: an epistolary poem from Steve Rogers to Bucky Barnes Outing myself here as a former marvel girlie lol. Winter Soldier had a vice-like grip on my psyche as a 17yo. I'm still kinda proud of this one ngl.

Second most kudos: Is That A Yes? My first foray into writing NSFW! This was a lot of fun - Link and Zelda reminding each other of what it means to be human, not only the Goddesses chosen vessels. (porn with plot zelink oneshot)

Third most comments: A chance encounter at the blood clinic TBH I'm so proud of this modern au. It is so silly. (What if you meet your soulmate because you fainted at the blood clinic?) Gen Zelink one-shot (unless I finally write the second chapter that's still bonking around in my brain)

Fourth most bookmarks: Silk and Moonlight This was a collab with bahbahhh for Zelinktines 2023! B did the art, and I'm still not over how beautifully it turned out. Inspired by a vintage silk nightgown I own.

Fifth most words: Is that a yes, again, but I'm going to take the opportunity to shout out my Kass & Link being buddies fic, which has the 6th most words: Bright is the ring of words

Least amount of words: We only have each other Okay, look, I was really bored at work one night and the line "do you wanna punch a nazi?" just appeared in my head to the tune of "do you wanna build a snowman" and so I wrote a parody Stucky version of the whole song and it is just as ridiculous as it sounds.

Tagging @louwhose @pikayay213 and @drsteggy !