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feyd-meowtha · 3 months ago

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hiii love, if you are still answering them, I've got some questionssss for you for the Fic Writer situation 😂

7, 17, 18 and 34 <3

7) Share a snippet from one of your favorite pieces of prose you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

Ooooooh boy this is tough. Imma cheat a little bit I think:

From APTIUT ch 1

It scared him, all that life, all that energy. This place was swarming, undulating with things that breathed and lived and fucked and died and no-one seemed to care. No-one but him. He turned over every rock he saw, counted the beetles and the worms and the grass snakes. He felt their tiny feet on the backs of his hands and their slime between the webs of his fingers. He sweated, chilly and sick, over the thought that no-one but him knew they were there. So many tiny lives in such a vast world. He was the same. His own pain was no less insignificant. He sat and watched for hours as a centipede died, half of its legs mangled and twisted. It dragged itself for over a hundred paces, miles and miles to its tiny body, before collapsing in the shade of a gnarled sycamore tree. He lay with his belly to the ground as it convulsed to death, tiny body contorting with seizures, then he placed it under a rock that he garnished with tears.

I like this because it just marked a massive leap forward for me in terms of the ambition of my writing, the whole chapter was really, and it was also a shift toward using these stories to think about bigger topics. Also nice words, very visual. A little heavy handed? Sure, but I reckon that chapter is probably the best thing I've ever written

From Extinct Animals Ch 6

The thin skin of Gale’s forearm parted like silk under Helen’s knife, sharpened to a near invisible edge and heated to burning. The smell was the first thing that hit him, somehow reaching his nostrils before Gale even started to scream. The salty, savoury smell of cooking meat cut with the acrid smoke of burning hair and the underlying vileness of necrotic flesh. Bucky salivated involuntarily, the smell coating the inside of his mouth as Gale began to cry out, his eyes flashing open and his body cringing and convulsing on the table, trying with all his strength to wrench his arm away from the source of all that bright, searing pain.

this plus the rest of the amputation scene was me really going fully into gore for kinda(?) the first time and that was also very fun and rewarding. It is so much easier to write extreme gore than smut... sigh.

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17) Do you write your story from start to finish, or do you write the scenes out of order?

Almost totally in order, I cannot plan for the life of me. Very occasionally I write two scenes with a little skip in the middle but it is not common.

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18) Do you use any tools, like worksheets or outlines?

As said before, I cannot plan for the life of me. If we're lucky i am making like 5 bullet points at the start of the fic. I'm kinda in awe of people who can imagine stories in this way? Like the people who can sustain an entire complex AU in like note form or just in their imagination?

To explain: I don't think I have a very good imagination for anything other than words. Like I can't really imagine hypothetical scenarios or picture them in my mind or even understand characters in that abstract of a way? I don't think I really even daydream? If it isn't words I just can't process it.

For me the words themselves are primary, like I can only actually understand something by writing it out in full description. It's the same reason I don't really consider myself to have 'headcanons' because I simply can't imagine/understand characters very well outside of the context of actually writing? It may also relate to the fact that I have very bad theory of mind so I can only understand character motivations via the active exercise of writing them out.

What's the opposite of an empath lol?

Ok, sorry this is a fucking essay but in short: my visual imagination and theory of mind are too bad for me to be able to imagine plot lines in any concrete way so I just sit and the words make the story make sense.

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34) What are your thoughts on non-con and dub-con?

I certainly don't have any morality quibbles as like a general thing. I think people have every right to write it for whatever reason and finding it enjoyable to read isn't like a moral failing of any sort.

Regarding reading it, I tend to like darker stories so it's something that comes up a lot, perhaps I gravitate towards it? It's difficult to say. It's definitely cathartic to read in some ways though I have to watch my timing. I think the line between catharsis and self-harm can sometimes be very blurred in terms of me reading that sort of thing.

In terms of writing it, it's something I've kinda skirted around. Like it's been there in the background of a couple of my fics and I might take the full plunge at some point if I found an idea/some characters that really warrented it. However, just like any smut (is it insensitive to call it smut??) for me, it's only ever interesting when its also an interesting character study.

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Ok, i am so sorry this ended by being longer than my fucking dissertation but here we are. I apologise for boring you to tears!

#in my defense these were some thicc questions #I hope you all feel that you know me a little better #also if anyone wants to tell me their planning process/ideas process I'd be interested #can you guys actually just like.... imagine a story #even.... imagine a guy?#sounds fake #i will shut up now #extinct animals #aptiut #hillyspeaks #hillywrites

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alexanderwesker · 6 months ago

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it has been 639 days near exactly since I first read A Twin of Light, and it's permanently shifted the way I interpret characters, relationships, and fic (as well as normal writing) as a whole. I re-read it every four months or so and it's never any less incredible.

ATOL jump-started my own fic-writing experiences, and haunts my brain; it's the quality baseline for anything I read, the source of my standards for things I write. I've drafted fic-of-fic for it more times than I can count, I've scribbled General and Soot designs on the walls of my room; when I'm bored driving or much anything really, I tend to invent new stories for them, new scenarios taking place in that wonderful world you've made.

ATOL is my favorite fanfiction. Full stop. I can count on one hand the number of fanfics that have changed my life, and make no mistake ATOL is on that list. (The House Always Wins is similarly incredible; your dedication to what you do, what you write, keeping it up no matter how long it takes to complete, is insane.)

In about three months will be the two-year anniversary of my reading ATOL, and if I had even a fraction of the wherewithal I wish I did, I'd be making some huge animation or art piece in celebration, but I don't know how I'd ever manage to capture all that ATOL means to me in something like that, let alone how I'd ever manage the motivation- but if I could, I would in a heartbeat.

The relationship between General and Soot-- I've only read a relationship in fic even somewhat like it *twice* in the near two years since first discovering ATOL, and still nothing comes close to the way their bond was woven into every fucking aspect of that book in a way I've never seen since.

Your meticulous world-building, too; the way you craft gods and goddesses and magic and turn Minecraft into something *real*, the unique systems and ideas and consequences and costs of everything the characters do- it's so fucking good. It's so so well thought out , I can't imagine how long it must have taken to flesh out.

ATOL has gotten me through some really hard times in my life; knowing I had a fantastically made escape, knowing I could slip into the universe you've so carefully wrought, has let me get up and keep going on days I felt I'd never get back up. And it's all because of you and your passion!

You do this for fun, and because you want to, and I think that's the most stunning thing of it all! Human passion, human joy, used to make something like ATOL, something that impacts perhaps thousands of others, imprints on them for the rest of their lives-- I can't imagine anything more beautiful.

Thank you.

Thank you so, so, so fucking much.

Whatever you do, whatever you write, you will always have my Internet - stranger self's undying support.

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I've also got some questions pertaining to your realistic!verse & the ATOL characters, if you don't mind! :)

1. What exactly happened with Quackity and the Sky Gods? What game, what demands, etc?

2. How do others perceive Jack with his Nether-type power; did Wil ever treat him differently for it (while he was, y'know, without his General, before everything went down?)

3. Are the Sky Gods two entities, one, or more?

4. Are there stories told about Soot and General post-ATOL? How is their relationship seen in those tales?

5. What does Phil do about Wil's disappearance once in the real world once , more? (You do not need to answer this if it makes you uncomfy, as always :)

6. How did Soot and General feel during the Tommy -blessing misunderstanding discovery? How would the story have changed if their relationship had been more romantic?

7. Is fic-of-fic accepted for your universe? Any ground rules, yes/no's of what one could write?

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Thanks for your time in answering, and thanks for everything you've written & given us all. ♥️

I don't know what to say, Anon. It really means a lot to me to hear that my story means so much to someone else other than me. And know that your words made me really happy to read, I've been going through a rough patch recently and your message means the world to me. To know that Soot and the General and their relationship helped you, that the world I made could be of help. Really from the bottom of my heart, Thank you for your words and I hope you have a wonderful day ^-^ --- To answer your questions(and don't worry I'm always up to answer questions ^D^) 1. Quackity challenged the Sky Gods, specifically Scott, though he is called Dawn in the Realistic!Verse, at a game of Poker. The game was played with as prize, if Quackity won to get the power to reach his goals(the Gods gave him his magic seeing eye because of that), and if the Sky Gods won for Quackity to be their plaything forever. There is to say though that even if Quackity won the Sky Gods did not fully keep to their promise. 2. The people in L'Manberg are the most normal about Jack's Situation, and those that don't know the whole story think that he is just some kind of Nether Hybrid) about Soot he didn't treat him that much different from how he did before, but he did keep him arms distance away because he wasn't sure if he could really trust him(like all others) 4. The Sky Gods are multiple, their names are based on the phases of the Sun in the Sky and the oldest of them is the Sun itself. And of course, the youngest of them, being Night. 5. That is a good question, I think Phil would try to help people come to terms with the fact that their streamer would not be appearing anymore, but if he can he would still try to reassure them that he is okay, but other than that sadly there wouldn't be much he can do. Since he would be hiding, as best as he can, the particular traits that that world left onto him. 6. They were kind of embarrassed about the whole situation once they discovered what Tommy had been thinking was going on between them but I can't see that changing anything on how they act towards one another. As for the second question, I don't believe the story, or the way it was told, would have changed that much had the Burs had something romantic going on, if only because their relationship is already so profound and close (even being platonic) that I cannot see it change in any particular way had their love been romantic, though they would have probably had even more gestures(not to say that they don't have many already in my canon) to show each other their love and care. 7. I am completely fine with people writing fanfics of my stories, and I'm always happy to see what you guys come up with and what ideas to explore. I just ask to have the original story linked(even better to get a related story link so I can directly connect them to my work :D) I don't have any hard 'No's when it comes to fics of my fics ^^ As for ground rules the only one I have is for the characterization of the characters to be based on my own than the DSMP one because then it wouldn't really be a fic about my stories :P Other than that feel free to write whatever scenario you imagine be it following my canon or being an AU, a "missing scene" kind of thing or a slice of life. I welcome all fanworks ^D^

Thank you again for your ask ^D^feel free to ask more questions if you have any more.

#anon ask #a twin of light #AToL #AToL Wilbur #AToL Soot #this was such a sweet ask anon #thank you so much #[Alexis Answers]

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k--havok · 2 years ago

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Happy STS! Share your favorite piece of meta-lore for your WIPs/books/stories! (by meta-lore I mean, inspirations, how you arrived at your vision, what drove you to form it into what it is today, etc, things like that!)

Oh I love this ask thank you so much!!!

I'm gonna blab a bit about Waking into Divinity as I've been having brain worms about it for a couple of days now.

So the story stemmed from a weird dream I had a long time ago, just like a lot of my WIPs. From there, it spawned from several different sources. Such as and they were roommates as that is a legendary video. There is only one bed is another because we are TRASH in this household. And you cannot forget the ever-present soulmates trope, which I have a love-hate relationship with.

I love the idea of soulmates but dislike a lot of the execution of said trope (looking at you, SJM!) I've read a lot of different posts made by detractors of said trope to see if I was the only one who had some qualms. Some of said posts were really stupid, but some had a lot of good points which I wanted to include and cover in my version of the trope.

And this is also why its not called soulmates in the story. it is called tal'rith, which is a different word in a different language and it basically translates to an "eternal bond." Tal'rith can be between siblings, between friends, a parent and a child, and even someone and their pet. I have a lot more complex ideas and details regarding tal'rith and I'll eventually make an entire post covering everything.

I know right now the craze is about fae and werewolves and before that it was vampires, but I've always enjoyed writing about demons. Probably due to my fanfic roots, but they're so malleable. White guy with horns and a tail? Your body-horror nightmare? Animal features? You can basically do anything you want. there is so much stuff to pull from, from different religions to media and more. Usually, demons are depicted as evil in most forms of media. I wanted to do a different spin on it.

Demons in the world of Waking into Divinity are not evil, but have a culture completely different to humans and a lifestyle that could be seen as blasphemous in one or more religions. They are atheists at heart; they do not really believe in a God or gods. Demons worship their Demon Lords, which could be seen as a "false idol" for sure. Or even monarchy-like. But in all actuality, I based the relationship on that of bees in a hive. If a bee does not like its home, it can leave at any time and find a new home. And other demon lords are fine welcoming outsiders as long as they swear a new allegiance. A demon lord who abuses his demons is quick to find themself alone with no one. And although demon lords are powerful, a lone demon lord is a weak demon lord, especially politically.

One major idea I yanked from an existing story is that the act of war or violence against others is outlawed in Gehenna. And it is an idea I got from reading the first Drizzt book. In the first book of the Drizzt series, in the first few chapters in fact, it talks about how in drow society, being caught sabotaging other families means a death sentence. However, not being caught, even if everyone knows you did it, is fine.

In the world of Gehenna, no one can outwardly attack another demon lord. It is outlawed. This ruling is incredibly flawed. One, as it came into being, all demon lords who did not agree to submit to Court would be put to death unless they decided to agree. This is... a bit counterproductive and hypocritical to say the least. Two, this law basically does nothing for all the other ways demon lords attack one another.

Cutting off food supplies, chemical warfare, such as poisoning water sources, stealing supplies/cattle, and secret assassinations? These issues are massive. and unfortunately, there can be no retaliation due to the laws in place. Self-defense of intruders in a certain territory is permitted if you can prove to Court that they were there for nefarious purposes. And even then, how could you prove that a demon's demon lord sent them to do these things and that a demon wasn't acting on their own free will? Quite a difficult thing to prove. And Court moves slowly as there are many demon lords and all get a say until a large enough majority has come to an agreement (still debating on how much of a majority is needed, I've been looking into some history to determine this)

Court being a bit inept I pulled from other media sources as well as history as, I mean... government being inept is practically everywhere nowadays. So take your pick.

I have babbled a LOT and I apologize I just have SO much to say as I've been digging deeper into the wider story and themes. A lot of the current political climate is also influencing this work, especially with the US supreme court, so there was quite a lot to talk about.

For now, TL;DR:

This story focuses on different forms of relationships we have during our lifetimes and how any of them can be described as "soulmates."

I also wish to deconstruct the soulmates trope while keeping the main characters in a romantic/sexual soulmate bond.

Demons here are not evil, but have a culture and attitudes that are antithesis to some cultures present in human society, most notably evangelical Christianity

Government oversight, hypocrisy, and anti-self defense attitudes are included in some of the themes of this story. These themes are pulled from media, history, and the current political climate happening in the US.

#writeblr #fantasy #demons #am writing #writers on tumblr #waking into divinity #shutuplanx #WID

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thethistlegirlwrites · 9 months ago

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WIP Questionnaire

Thanks for the open tag, @verba-writing !

I'll do these for Thief of Hearts since it's my Camp Nano April WIP!

What was the first part of your wip that you created?

So, fun story, I actually came up with the base premise of this idea almost 10 years ago. My freshman year of college (2014-15, *gasp*) my roommate and I binge watched Criminal Minds, and we got through episode 3.02 and my brain apparently decided to take 'what if stealing hearts was a little more metaphorical than this but more literal than the usual meaning', wrote down a title and tagline, then forgot it for the next nine years until I found it while spring cleaning my Google drive.

If your story was a TV show, what would the theme song/intro be?

I want to say "Jar of Hearts" by Christina Perri just because it's too good to pass up how specifically it works, but I also think "Things that Stop You Dreaming" by Passenger really fits the whole world of the story really well, so either of those two.

Who are your favourite characters you've made? Why?

For this story? Definitely Emmett and Rory. Making me choose between them would be like making me choose a favorite child. They're both delightfully flawed, morally grey, and just trying to make it in a city that kind of wants to kill them. Emmett has a knack for making the worst possible decisions without realizing that's what he's doing, Rory is ruthless and probably would have been described as heartless BEFORE Emmett actually stole her heart, and they've just generally been very fun to throw together, force to work on the same side, and watch the sparks (and occasional knife) fly.

What other pieces of media do you think would share a fan base for your story?

I think oddly enough this one is going to appeal to dystopia lovers as much or more than pure fantasy readers. I just read a Korean YA novel in translation, Snowglobe, that basically was an inverted version of the perpetual winter city in TOH, and really felt like that was a fairly close comparative story. Aside from that, I'm not really sure. I like a plethora of weird things that shouldn't go together so I'm not sure at all of what a shared fan base looks like. I'm always cobbling together my projects out of bizarre combinations of inspiration sources and I have zero idea where they will land or what will be a hit with anyone besides me and the few people who get to listen to me bemoan the writing process and read the chaotic early drafts.

What has been your biggest struggle with your wip?

Timing of the plotline. I've been constantly changing when things happen because all the action is crammed into a 48 hour window but ironically that's turned out to be MORE time than I know what to do with given the pace the plot needs to have, so I'm finding ways to flesh things out and frustrate some of the characters' plans so that it's not all over TOO fast.

Are there any animals in your story? Talk about them!

Rory has a pet magical pigeon named Blizzard. He's been affected by the magic that floods the city of Rime, and while he's adapted to endure the extreme cold and see in the perpetual dark, he's nearly flightless because of one wing that is more or less just a warped stub. He's going to be fun to flesh out as a part of the story, and he's sort of Rory's answering service when she's out making a messenger delivery, since people can leave messages they want sent in a little pouch he wears on his back while he's on duty. It would be nearly impossible to have more than one generation of animal in the city without them mutating because of the magic, so most people don't even bother. Small animals that pose minimal risk if their descendants develop magical powers or strange features like foot-long fangs are the only regularly kept animals in Rime, and since most people can't afford to feed themselves and a pet, there's very few domesticated creatures at all.

How do your characters get around? (ex: trains, horses, cars, dragons, etc.)

Mostly on foot, or by ship if they're leaving the city by the port. Keeping large animals in Rime would be costly and that's prohibitive for most people, and the large animals that can manage the winters are mostly the local caribou population, which have been affected by the magic much like Rory's pigeon. Someone might be able to ride them, but it also might end very badly.

What part of your wip are you working on rn?

Drafting. I've gotten the main plot points knocked out, but I'm filling in the gaps and trying to plot a daring rescue right along with my characters, so that's fun. Mostly I'm just following them around with a clipboard and pencil trying to take notes and keep up and getting whiplash from watching them argue about any and everything.

What aspects (tropes, maybe?) of your wip do you think will draw people in?

I'm hoping the worldbuilding is a big draw because that's always the part of a project I go crazy with. I hope people find the idea of a magic-warded permanently winter city where daylight is basically a version of the northern lights appealing enough to be curious. My other big draw is the characters, because I personally love them very much and I hope other people do too. I do have a few fun tropes but a lot of them are skewed slightly to the side, like the kind of chaotic enemies-to-coparents arc and sharing body warmth but also half convinced the other person will kill you when you fall asleep.

What are your hopes for your wip?

Honestly, just that people get to enjoy it and fall in love with the characters the way I did. I would genuinely love to log onto Tumblr and see that someone had made fan art of them, or a moodboard, or to realize a fic category had appeared on AO3 (one of my draft beta readers @nade2308 already wrote a soft cute slice-of-life future fic after bingereading what there was of the draft to see, and I'm genuinely just floored and gleeful about that fact). I'm also sort of lurking like a gremlin ready to watch people lose it over my 'strong female character' choosing to parent a child as the culmination of her arc. Yes, Rory can kill you about ten ways but one of those is to mom you to death. And like the menace I am (and having seen the discourse on Tumblr) I am doing the evil hand rubbing waiting for the response to that one...

No pressure tagging @catwings-writes-things , @nade2308writes, @telltaleclerk, @the-one-and-only-valkyrie, @imbrisvastatio and anyone else who wants to hop on the train for this one!

Questions are:

1. What was the first part of your wip that you created?

2. If your story was a TV show, what would the theme song/intro be?

3. Who are your favourite characters you've made? Why?

4. What other pieces of media do you think would share a fan base for your story?

5. What has been your biggest struggle with your wip?

6. Are there any animals in your story? Talk about them!

7. How do your characters get around? (ex: trains, horses, cars, dragons, etc.)

8. What part of your wip are you working on rn?

9. What aspects (tropes, maybe?) of your wip do you think will draw people in?

10. What are your hopes for your wip?

#writing #thief of hearts #rory #emmett #rory blake #emmett santos

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writer-haley-e · 9 months ago

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I saw some other people doing a WIP questionnaire and I decided to join in and do it. No one tagged me to do this, I’m just doing it cause I want to.

I’m answering for my NaNoWriMo WIP (camp nanowrimo’s tomorrow! Anyone else participating?) which is a post-apocalyptic tragic fantasy where magic was released into the world causing mass death across the world. The MC, Nia, takes in a small horde of children and struggles to keep them fed and cared for while they’re also dealing with a magical world they know nothing about.

Now onto the questions:

1. What was the first part of your WIP that you created?

I first created the ending, which I can’t say without spoiling the story. But it’s a tragedy, and I thought of the ending that makes it a tragedy before any of the characters or worldbuilding or plot.

2. If your WIP was a TV show, what would the theme song/intro be?

I have no idea, but it’s probably be something gentle-ish that reflects the more wholesome/lighthearted bits of the story.

3. Who are your favorite characters you’ve made? Why?

I really like the main characters brother, Andy, who in draft two will be getting his own POV! I know so much more about his character than what’s currently written into the story and I love him so much haha. He’s the kind of guy who always has snacks on him, though you probably won’t notice until he starts eating them. He’s got a girlfriend and baby daughter who he’s so sweet with and I will definitely be showing more of their relationship when I add in his POV to the story. Hes an extrovert who loves to make friends with as many people as he can, and is very ambitious. He does what he can to help others, and despite some of the things he does in the story and before it, he’s a pretty good guy.

I also love two of the child characters that the main character is taking care of, too. I didn’t portray them exactly how I liked in the first draft and will be fixing that in the rewrite. I love who I’m intending them to be haha. Theyre five year old twins, named Anna and Adam, and they’re pretty much always seen beside each other. Most likely because of anxiety after losing all the rest of their family outside their older sister. Anna ends up getting a power that impacts the whole end of the story and I feel bad for the weight she has to carry.

4. What other pieces of media do you think would share a fanbase for your story?

I’m not really sure about specific media’s, but people who enjoy the genres fantasy and tragedy would enjoy it, as well as post-apocalypse fans.

5. What has been your biggest struggle with your WIP?

Sticking to it to finish the first draft probably. I’m so close and I’m not letting myself put it on hiatus, especially because I really want to read the finished product. I enjoy reading my writing, but I have such a hard time finishing anything. I’m maybe 20k words away from finishing this first draft and I will get it done during camp Nanowrimo! Hopefully, at least.

6. Are there any animals in your story? Talk about them!

There are a handful of chickens and goats, but they’re not very interesting. Just another source of food for the characters. There are mythical creatures, who may not count as animals but are pretty cool! Not to the characters, though. The mythical creatures are just more things to fear and struggle to live alongside.

7. How do your characters get around? (ex: trains, horses, cars, dragons, etc.)

Walking or cars, typically. It hasn’t been so long since most of the world died and the gas is still usable, so they make use of it.

8. What part of your WIP are you working on rn?

I’m about two scenes away from act 3! Probably about 20k from the end and I’m excited to get it written! It’s the part I’ve been looking forward to writing since the beginning stages of planning.

9. What aspects of your WIP do you think will draw people in?

Probably the focus on non-romantic relationships. There’s some found family as well as reconnecting with biological family and friendships and all that. The main character does not have a love story, it’s not a romance. But the connections with the other characters are very important and I hope readers will enjoy it as much as I do.

10. What are your hopes for your WIP?

I hope to get it published one day, and have some kind of audience reading it. I genuinely think it will be an amazing story once finished, and I just want a few other people to think so too.

#this story is called For All We Can’t Do #I started it for NaNoWriMo and will finish it for camp NaNoWriMo #I can’t wait for it to be finished completely so I can read and enjoy it haha #I haven’t finished a non-fanfic full-length novel yet so I’m excited!#writerblr #writing #writing community #writer #writblr #writeblr #writers #nanowrimo #camp nanowrimo #WIP #WIP Questionnaire

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letyukisayfuck · 1 year ago

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I think you said somewhere you once dug through All the Haruhi fic—any highlights? Thoughts on trends?

okay so i've talked about this in passing

but what i actually did was read every* harukyon fic specifically

(*some of them were bad enough that i tabbed out immediately. one or two were long and just didn't grip me by the end of chapter one. some were things i did not want to subject myself to. but i did look at everything, and i read most of them at least once.)

not just on ao3 and ff.net, either. i went into wattpad for this.

(i no longer remember anything from any of the wattpad fics)

anyway with that disclaimer, it's been a couple years so let me try and recall the experience

trends:

with older fics especially it's pretty easy to tell which writers have read the light novels and which are focused on the anime, mostly by how they treat haruhi as a character and kyon's view of her (the more negatively they regard her, the more likely it is they're specifically an anime fan).

as was typical of the times (and the source material), the slur counter made a reappearance.

in general a lot of the older fics felt very dated, but that's true of a lot of fic from the time (~2007-2013-ish, most of that stuff has a pretty distinct vibe, especially on ff.net specifically)

highlights:

as far as actual fics, this one is something i've considered unforgettable; it's unfinished (and hasn't been updated since 2011) but i still hold it in high regard, which is high praise from me given that i almost never read unfinished work in the first place

i've also really liked this one since i first read it!

and of course this one is probably one of my favorite pieces of fic ever written. i think about it constantly, it lives rent-free in my head and has some of my favorite writing ever.

the other highlight is that one time while doing this one of the fics gave me an actual existential crisis at like 3 AM, and i decided that the correct course of action was to read more fic to distract myself, and then another different fic gave me another, different existential crisis

which has nothing to do with the fics themselves, really, and i don't recall which ones it was. but i do still think it's worth sharing.

i'm sure there were other standouts, but the lack of any new updates means i haven't really felt like digging through the archives in a bit. whenever i get the urge to read something with them now i mostly just start writing again.

#ruby.txt #asks #anonymous #thank you for this! it was really fun to answer :3

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homemade-clones · 1 year ago

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✨, 🥊, 🍕 , and ❤�� for charm and cake?

I hope you're doing well! :)

Hi there, Blue! The went very well, thank you! I hope your week will be as pleasant <3

✨ How did you come up with the OC’s name?

CHARM Ok, his name's origin is pretty silly 😅. He was actually the last to be named when creating the squad, remaining nameless up until I tried giving their ref sheets a go. And the expression I gave him in there was making me low-key flustered like?? hdjahsd???? Was my own OC trying to charm me while I tried to draw him? So I jokingly named his file "Charmer", and it kind of stuck, so I just went with the flow. Now the name has a proper origin in-universe and all, but the origins are less than legendary lmao. CAKE This one is because Cake has one insatiable sweet-tooth. His craving is bad enough, he can be easily bribed into doing chores he hates or into all kinds of shenanigans if he's promised even 1 (one) single piece of candy at the end of it. But when people ask, he's quick to say that's because he's "obviously the best looking beefcake you'll ever have the pleasure of seeing" (a statement often followed by one of his brothers thwacking him above the head for being cocky).

🥊 What do they love to do? What do they hate to do?

CHARM Loves: Despite Cheese's reprimands of "bringing work to downtime", Charm enjoys both coding and (harmlessly, from his point of view) cracking into software. He finds the first a good option to relax while still keeping his mind sharp; and the second an efficient way to challenge and stimulate his brain during idle times (and if it earns him some credits from, ahem, undisclosed sources, that's a bonus). He occasionally likes channeling his artistic side into carving little wooden animals and charms. Hates: It's not exactly a hating, that would be too strong a word, but he really dislikes dancing. Charm came out of his tube with two left feet and all the rhythm of a drunk, deaf bantha. He thinks he may be able to slow dance, but that's a theory yet to be tested - no one has stuck around long enough yet to get to this point of intimacy. CAKE Loves: Singing! His voice is nothing to write Naboo about, but the squad never complains when he decides to break the hyperspace silence with the last songs stuck on his head (except when it makes the massiffs join the singing. Tooka is very vocal about how tone-deaf the enthusiastic companions are). Also loves annoying the squad with (mostly) harmless pranking. Hates: Hiking. He just can't see the point. He'll get all sweaty and tired and eaten by the local mosquito population, and for what? To see a pretty waterfall or whatever, and then have to walk the whole path back? Pfft, no, thank you.

🍕 What is their favorite food?

CHARM Anything fish. Fried, stuffed, roasted, in a soup? Doesn't matter, just let him have some of it, please and thank you <3 CAKE Sweets, any kind, any time. But he has a very soft spot for those hard candies with a gooey center. It is like having two candies in one!

❤️ What is one of your OC’s best memories?

CHARM Easily, the day Dinui was assigned to him. He wasn't too sure of how he felt about having a whole another living being relying on him for being safe, healthy and well-cared for (yeah, there were his brothers who kind of relied on him doing his part to keep the whole squad alive, but it's not the same thing!), yet, the moment he laid eyes on that chubby, paws-too-big-for-his-body, wiggly massiff puppy stuffed inside a too-large vest with his CT number? Charm will be forever thankful for the blank mask his bucket provided, because the cheek-stinging smile that he couldn't contain for the life of him was something that would 100% become his name, if any of his brothers had seen it. CAKE It was one of the first missions after him and his siblings (Cake and Bedbug) got assigned to Mist Squad. They were tasked with capturing a fleeing deserter, and it was the first time he had a chance to put all of his skills and training to real, actual use. It felt good, really good to feel like an essential part of the team. That he got praised for his trap being the thing who caught their target only added to the feeling.

#oc asks #about: my ocs #oc: ct 2253 | arf charm #oc: ct 2254 | arf cake #blog: sunkissedclones #thank you for the ask!

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444lpblue · 2 years ago

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Skip and Loafer #6 - Drizzling and Flickering

Screenplay: Yoko Yonaiyama Storyboard: Toshiya Shinohara Episode Director: Tomoko Hiramuki Chief Animation Director: Manami Umeshita

I have just been catching up on anime and was in a bit of a flow state and didn't feel like writing anything, but I just had to stop to write about this. This might be my favorite episode of the entire year so far. "Skip and Loafer" is such a simple show in its concept and themes, but the writing and portrayal of relationships and subtle personalities are some of the best I've ever seen.

We already know that Shima can be a bit of a detached character, even if he's friendly to just about everyone, and we also know he has a bit of a passive-aggressive side. We saw this earlier in the series when the guy from the theater club was snooping around his past. Mitsumi has never really confronted this part of Shima until this episode, and it's also the first episode in which Shima lets down his walls and engages in a genuine conversation.

However, of course, it didn't begin with an easy conversation. The two had an awkward discussion with each other and couldn't face each other the next day. I love that the series never tries to drag out problems longer than they need to be. This issue didn't last for a month or a week; it started a day ago and lasted about a day in total. It's much more realistic than most arguments I've seen in other high school anime. There are no big arguments; everything is handled in a subtle and realistic way.

The direction and storyboard for this episode were lovely. There were constant intimate shots of the characters' reactions to each other's words, as well as wide, far-away shots that showed how even though they were physically close to each other, they were in a way detached from speaking their true feelings.

What's impressive is that none of these cues are extremely obvious. They don't overly emphasize Shima's anxiety about expressing his feelings. Instead, you might notice subtle changes in his eyes or a slight sweat mark, but it's enough to understand what he's feeling. This show excels in subtlety, and through these slight facial changes, you can almost always infer someone's emotions. I believe this is also due to the anime's ability to maintain a light tone and avoid becoming overly dramatic.

The two individuals who helmed this episode were Toshiya Shinohara (storyboard) and Tomoko Hiramuki (episode director), and I mean, talk about a banger lineup, right? Shinohara has been a director for many critically acclaimed shows like "A Lull in the Sea," "The Aquatope on White Sand," and "Black Butler," so it's not surprising how good this episode is. However, some of you may have never heard of Tomoko Hiramuki, as she has never helmed a whole show by herself. Nevertheless, she has been a lifelong episode director and is one of the best episode directors who has never helmed her own series before. I've loved her contribution to one of my favorite episodes and actually series of all time, Kubikiri Cycle episode 8, where she worked with Yase Yuuki and Takashi Asami to piece together this almost hour-long surreal word vomit that is Kubikiri Cycle in such an incredible way. I don't even know how to describe it—like it or hate it, it's a must-watch, unique experience. She has also worked on some episodes in "Ancient Magus Bride", "Monogatari", "91 Days" and "Girl's Last Tour". What I'm trying to say is, if you see her directing an episode, it's probably going to be a great one. Her range is amazing and she often can adapt to many types of source material, while keeping an oddly intimate framing on the episode the whole time.

#skip to loafer #skip and loafer #anime 2023 #spring 2023 #spring 2023 anime #anime

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finchie-finch · 6 months ago

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Heyo!!! X3

I suppose you could call this my personal blog, so salutations are in order!

You can call me Finch, but I also go by Ollie!! I'm a self-taught artist with no set style, I just like creating art for the joy n whimsy of it :3

Incase you're wondering about specifics; I'm a 13 year old FTM enby, living on Earth, using she/he/they pronouns ((mainly they/them))

Possible questions y'all may have::

Why did you make this account ?

For a long time I've felt that images can express my emotions and passions more than words, especially since I've been mentally disabled my entire life and have never been the best at regulating my emotions physically or verbally, that only a piece of artwork that I've poured hours into will even begin to scratch the surface of the depth of my likes and dislikes and most importantly feelings.

What are you planning on posting on this account ?

Obviously my art first and foremost ((all of which I can guarantee is all by me, including my profile picture! There will be little to no reposts on this blog, an if there is any they'll properly credited art sources such as AI disturbance filters and programs)) but also I want this to be my drawing archive; there's few feelings worse than losing my OGs to time imo ":3

+ a note to people who use human made art to input to an AI to make new art::

I use an AI disturbance filter on all my published art, don't even fuckin' think about it or else I'll bite your goddamn face off

Cats, not much to it, I've just always loved animals but especially cats! I currently have two rescue cats, both male, their names unironically Mario and Luigi >:3

Videogames are another one of my passions, more like a favorite pass time though; it's been my hyper fixation for years, about a decade probably

I like plushies n soft warm blankets fresh from the dryer because that's how I build my forts (I like to refer to myself as having a packrat mindset)

Ever since I was a lil kiddo I've had a passion for LPS, I remember as a child wanting to be one of the many LPS-Tubers and spending my free time writing scripts for my videos (which were never published publicly, only shared with close family, and the little that remain are archived)

I luv soft colors, as they don't tend to strain my eyes as much as bright colors do ((tho I also like bright colors, just in moderation))

Uneven things ((mostly items/furniture)), one abbreviation: OCD

Cliffhangers, I need closure!!

Being noticed in public— zoinks, not my thing lol. I have horrible social anxiety, always have, nothing new ^^"

Last but definitely not least, a list of ppl in need (I myself can't donate but I hope some caring adults may find my account and be able to help in some way, no pressure though it's your money so it's your choice what you do with it), this list is only a very small fraction though; please tell me of more ppl to add:

★ https://www.tumblr.com/m430235341

#★ salutationz !#meet the artist #art blog #artist of tumblr #young artist #small artist

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familyvideostevie · 1 year ago

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whewwwwwww. kelli. buckle the fuck up.

i want to say that i never really considered reading ezra. but i saw this fic posted by you and i read love as consumption and all the visuals that come with it and i was hooked. and this is literally a gift fic for someone else!!! anyway. okay. here we go.

i read this like, five times before i started writing shit down so sorry if this makes no sense at all.

as someone who writes in present tense i am so impressed by how you use past tense and how locked in the pacing is. it gives the story such momentum and i love the way you divided this into cycled. it's such a small thing, using genre/source material terminology, but it sets the mood expertly. and the mood, my god. i think you capture the violence that we see on-screen in prospect but also the suggestion of violence that lingers in the periphery of the things we don't see. how ezra got his scar, cee's story about harvesting in the bodies of dead alien animals, the amputation. you pull that onto the page in such a visceral way.

Calculated yet with a glimpse of something feral underneath that flashed in his dark eyes with every plunge of his harvesting knife into the man’s chest,

like, yes, it's hot, but also it makes sense.

so much about this fic is claustrophobic which, in my opinion, goes with love as consumption perfectly. she's slowly consumed by her desire and then love for him. the environment and their work is oppressive. the very atmosphere lingers. ezra's scent clings, his clothes are everywhere, his skin lingers in her memory.

i love when he loses his arm. i love how the claustrophobia changes to care, changes to something more. a melding, a joining. how easily she works to ensure he knows she doesn't feel differently. well, she does, but she feels more.

and then when they get together. my god.

Insatiable, filthy, depraved: you thought his inhibitions were gone along with the contents of the bottle, but it turns out he never had any.

this is such an insane line. you're crazy for this.

and i really like how they come together through description -- like, it's explicit, yes, and it's detailed, yes, but it's such an expected step for them that i think it's all the more powerful that you don't gives a play-by-play of it. i think cycle five might by my favorite. not LEAST because of the din mention. my eyes fell out of my head reading that.

okay actually. scratch that. cycle ten. i'm just gonna quote your own words back at you.

Love seemed too simple a word, too small for what you felt. You shared a heartbeat, a body, a mind — something more than just love. It was crushing and all consuming, something that took root deep inside you and branched out to connect with his own limbs. You needed a better word than love to describe your devotion.

Something that dripped in reverence and coated your tongue just like he did.

like. what the fuck! what the fuck!

“I want to carve a piece out right here, just to rewrite the memory of it. A gift from you to me, rather than something I took.”

“You took nothing that I did not beg you to take.”

The double meaning in his words – like all of them – wasn’t lost on either of you.

and this! she's right!!!! it shouldn't be romantic but it is!! and i love her admission here that she'd give her arm to him. she'd give whatever -- it's purely a romantic notion since it's clear he can function fine without the arm. it's just so he might not feel pain, just so he might feel as whole as he makes her.

and like. listen i could talk for ever about how good your smut is and how insane it is in this fic -- how intimate, how intense, but also how right it feels for these two? like it's so well-suited to their dynamic. and i am so impressed with how loaded all of your descriptions are. like, how did you make cum eating so fucking tender????? but also so intense???? he fed it to you. he FED IT TO YOU????? fucking christ

The vast universe outside the tent was a threatening thing: harsh and unforgiving, ruthless and deadly. Inside the tent, tendrils of filthy intimacy surrounded your bodies as you orbited each other, creating your own universe between the sweat damp press of your bodies.

this is so beautiful im so mad at you. you are SO GOOD AT THIS.

anyway. this was insane. thank you so much for writing this. im literally obsessed. i think i learned about 1000 things about language reading this. i love you. okay bye.

devour (the entire universe)

Ezra x f!reader

Rating: E (additional warnings: harvesting violence, mentions of gore and blood, mentions of cannibalism, love as consumption and all the visuals that come with it, so much fucking and filth and ass play and cum eating it isn’t funny)

My submission for the @pedrostories Secret Santa event, my giftee is @wannab-urs ❤ Merry Christmas, my lovely!

I was so excited when I was given your name (!!) - I absolutely love seeing you on my dash. I tried to take as many things from your list as possible, but the prompt "love as consumption" really inspired this piece. Having never written anything like this before, I really, really hope you like it. A million thank yous to @hier--soir who beta'ed this for me and also gave me the best inspiration and guidance - I couldn't have done it without them. Thank you also to @bageldaddy who put up with my terrible spelling and who always reminds me, in the best way, that less is more ❤

CYCLE ONE

The first time you saw him, he stumbled into the field you were working in. Your head snapping up at the sound of someone coming through the grass, you observed each other for a moment, each of your throwers raised.

“Now this is something I have never seen in all my time in The Green,” he said. “A little girl.”

Immediately bristling, indignation flashed across your face underneath the glass dome of your helmet. You resented being called that - a little girl. The open prejudice against women harvesters was well known and there was something about his tone that felt mocking in a way you loathed, so you didn’t even dignify his statement with an answer.

Instead, you held your ground.

The two of you locked in a silent standoff, he took you in with a tilt of his helmet, assessing the threat you posed. You did the same, taking in his battered yellow suit, his lithe but broad frame.

Eventually, he lifted his hands in acquiescence and turned, disappearing back into the thick vegetation.

“A little girl,” you muttered angrily to yourself. Gouging your shovel into the rough soil, you sneered at the remembrance of his tone – as if he was taken aback by your presence. As if you didn’t belong here.

Three weeks later, you understood the marvel in his initial statement.

A woman an anomaly on the Green, others saw you as an easy target. Strong-armed out of your gems for the third time in weeks, other harvesters used brute force against your own smaller frame. Repeatedly forcing you into submission, you started to hate both them and yourself; the cruel environment and even crueler inhabitants bending you until you almost broke.

It was at this point that he stumbled upon you again: only this time, he offered himself to your aid.

Impressed by your tenacity, he suggested a partnership: your nimble fingers paired with his protection.

Sitting in the dirt with your suit torn and your case gone, you knew it was foolish to reject his offer of protection, but you did it anyway.

Both of you knew it was pride talking.

He crouched down in front of you, bringing you face to face. “I don’t see you have much of a choice. Or perhaps you’re a bigger fool than I thought.”

You narrowed your eyes in stubbornness. “What’s in it for you?”

He shrugged. “A companion.”

You stiffened, and he shook his head. “Not that sort of companion.” His eyes raked over your form, as if he could see anything under your bulky suit, coming back to your face with a raise of his eyebrows. “Unless you’re interested?”

Your face hardened. “Not a chance. Protection only. Even split.��

He thought for a moment, his face suddenly transforming into something amenable.

“Of course.”

CYCLE TWO

At first, you hated him.

Couldn’t stand the way he was always talking in that drawl of his, always spewing those endless sentences filled with nonsensical words and even less content. You had come to the Green to work alone in silence, after all. A concept he seemed to despise, given the way he wouldn’t fucking shut up.

Attempting to ignore his ceaseless talking in the days that followed, you thought all the time about breaking the partnership - especially when you saw just how deceiving he could be with those words of his. It was a resource, you reasoned, to have that type of deception on your side, but what was stopping him from deceiving you? Constantly questioning his true allegiance, you kept your guard up – until the fourth time someone tried to take what was yours.

He killed them.

No hesitation, no negotiating. Calculated yet with a glimpse of something feral underneath that flashed in his dark eyes with every plunge of his harvesting knife into the man’s chest, you held your breath as you watched him take out the threat. Your form was frozen, the heavy grunts of his struggle echoing through your helmet.

Chest heaving and fist gripping a blade covered in thick, dark blood when he rose, his breathing sounded heavy and labored through the radio. His deep voice crackled through, pulling you from your fog.

“It’s okay, Birdie. Keep digging.”

CYCLE THREE

Sharing a tent for logistical reasons, you had to get used to his…proximity.

The careless way he discarded his clothes around the small space, the constant crinkle of Bits Bars. The way he changed his clothes in front of you whether or not you averted your gaze. His scent that clung to everything in that tent: the thin pillow and blanket he gave you, the towels you dried yourself with, the clothing he lent you to sleep in.

Unused to having anyone in his presence, he was careless with his body and trying to give him some privacy (that he didn’t seem to want, nor need) you strained your eyes attempting not to look at his tanned skin every time he bared it. His body littered with evidence of survival, you wanted to touch every line of puckered skin with your fingertips just to see how it felt.

Attraction due to proximity, is what you told yourself.

Imagining the texture and heat of his skin, obsessing about the way his tongue peeked out to dart at his top lip when he was deep in concentration, staring at the size of his hands as he worked to daydream about how filling his fingers would feel inside you. The images haunted your every waking moment, and you tried to ignore them all, including the sleep thick mumbles that left his plush lips while he was dreaming at night.

The intimate sound drove you mad with arousal, even though you assumed they were nightmares that plagued him…until the sounds changed into something more desperate. Until he said your name, his hips shifting on his cot with intent.

Your pulse pounding in the dark, you slipped your hand beneath your waistband and delved your fingers deep into the silken wetness that greeted you.

Swirling, swirling, swirling, you joined him in his dreams.

CYCLE FOUR

Everything about your dynamic changed when he lost his arm.

Used to him being confidence brimming over, he turned into something else. Sullen, quiet. The silence you once craved too foreign to be comfortable, you tried to coax him out.

“You seem like you’ve been doing this a long time. Tell me about it.”

“How long have you been on your own? How many planets have you harvested on?”

“How did you get that blonde streak in your hair, is it a birthmark or something?”

Slowly inching yourself into the hole he’d lowered himself into, you settled in next to him, curling yourself into his still side.

Diving deep inside him to find the self-confidence you knew was buried deep, you cradled it carefully, nurturing it back to life. You modified his throwers for one armed use, stitched up the sleeve of his jumpsuit so it would stop flapping in the wind, helped him practice fighting techniques to learn a new way of throwing his lean strength around. When he had a setback in his healing, you bartered for more juice all on your own.

Carefully soaking his stump, he had avoided your gaze the whole time – or tried to, but you wouldn’t let him.

“Hey,” you murmured, his chin cupped in your hand. His dark eyes lifted to yours, and you held his gaze. “We’re still partners, right?”

He huffed in disgust, looking away. “A one armed man is of little benefit to you.”

“I decide what’s beneficial to me,” you challenged, the fierceness in your tone forcing the edge of his lips to tug up.

He said nothing as his eyes searched your face and you considered how this must be for him – a reversal of roles, an independent creature like him used to coming out on top. Scrambling and clawing and fighting for it, sure – only this time he lost, and with it, everything he knew.

Except you.

“I need you,” you said, reaching for his whiskered cheek to guide his face back to yours. “Partners. You and me, okay?”

“If you’d still have me, Birdie,” he offered, nodding in confirmation. “You and me.”

CYCLE FIVE

The first time you kissed, you were both drunk – and you did a lot more than kissing.

For a man still getting used to one arm, he fucked you senseless.

A bottle of…something found on the body of another harvester who saw Ezra’s missing arm and tried to take advantage, the two of you drank it in its entirety next to the still body left in the fight’s wake. Stumbling back to your tent with warmth spreading through your limbs to pool between your thighs, he saw your aching, restless want and matched it with his own.

Insatiable, filthy, depraved: you thought his inhibitions were gone along with the contents of the bottle, but it turns out he never had any.

Helmets tossed and clothes torn from each other’s bodies, his fingers left bruising marks in their wake paired with the ones pounded into the inside of your thighs from his rough thrusts that shifted the cot along the floor. He swallowed your guttural moans before matching them with his own, his teeth biting into the soft, pliant flesh that he found under the rough exterior of your suit.

Riddled with the marks of his desire, he watched you ride him until you cried out his name and then made you sit on his face, licking his own spend out from inside you.

Never stopping until you begged him for reprieve, he only let you sleep an hour before waking you up to do it all over again.

He fucked you anywhere you were willing to be fucked after that: in broad daylight against the hull of an abandoned pod, bent over his cot with his dirty t-shirt stuffed into your mouth, right in the loose soil of a dig once.

Introducing you to so much more than you had experience with, he drew every debased fantasy out of you, and then made it come true with his fingers, mouth and cock. Wondering where he’d even learned the things he knew, he regaled you with more tales of his travels, only this time he told you about the interactions of a different kind.

A brothel, specializing in bondage.

A woman who had trained her gag reflex, and then bringing in a friend, had shown Ezra how to train his as well.

A bounty hunter once, who refused to take off his helmet.

“It was thrilling, not being able to see his face,” he mused, a delighted smile stretching his cheeks. “He came more than anyone I have ever been with. Filled my mouth full of his milky desire.”

He stopped there with a fond expression, lost in reminiscing.

“Sounds like you don’t need me anymore,” you teased. “You should go find your tall drink of bounty hunter, and –”

A smirk graced his face, and he rolled you onto your back to settle above you. “I love my gems golden colored, but I love them green as well.” He winked. “Come now, my envious Birdie. I’ll always need you.”

CYCLE TEN

You learned to move as one - both inside the tent and out.

Alone for months, you shifted with each others every movement, as if your bodies were connected just like the frequency of your helmets. Every tell of his showed plain through his suit, every mood shift of yours was met with a lift of his eyebrow.

Every beat of time spent in the presence of one another all merged and blended into one timeline: before, and after Ezra.

Before, there was insignificance, and after, there was only him.

Something that dripped in reverence and coated your tongue just like he did.

“Have you ever cared for someone so much you wanted to consume them? Swallow a piece of them whole, to keep within you forever?”

Love as consumption, he called it.

You were used to his musings by now, the knowledge that he’d gathered over a lifetime of travels pouring out of his generous, plush mouth. Your bodies squeezed together on his cot, your skin was bare and sweat damp with exertion, your limbs intertwined with his. “There is something romantic about it, don’t you think? Wanting their body within yours.”

“Your body is already within mine nearly every night,” you teased, and he pinched the tip of your nose, grinning.

“Too true, little bird. Too true.” His face shifted from playful to something subdued. “But you know what I mean.”

“Is that what you want me to do?” Your thumb traced a line across his eyebrow, your fingers seeking out the patch of white in his hairline just above. “Want me to slice a piece of you off and eat it?”

He ignored the grimace on your face. “Which part of me would you choose?”

The question was phrased in such a way that you could tease him again, but you knew he wanted a real answer, not a playful one.

“Well…” you thought, lacing your fingers with his to bring them to your mouth. “I have always loved these. But to leave you with any less fingers would just be cruel.”

He huffed a laugh, his eyes fixed on the way your mouth molded around his knuckles as you gave them a kiss. Letting go, your touch drifted to dance along the blunt edge of his stump.

“Maybe a piece from here?”

He frowned. “You’d take even more from me, in a place I am already lacking?”

Your voice dropped an octave, your own expression turning solemn. “It was horrible, what we had to do. I hate thinking about it: the weight of your arm as it dropped away, the pain you were in.” You found his dark eyes, holding his gaze as you stroked the puckered flesh. “I want to carve a piece out right here, just to rewrite the memory of it. A gift from you to me, rather than something I took.”

“You took nothing that I did not beg you to take.”

The double meaning in his words – like all of them – wasn’t lost on either of you.

“Only you would make amputation sound so romantic.”

He smiled, and you dug your fingers into the firm round of his shoulder, pulling his body to lie on top of yours. Cradled safely between your plush thighs, his hips immediately rocked forward with intent.

His head dipped to nuzzle his nose against your own. “It’s easy to be a romantic with a muse such as you.”

Catching him with a kiss, your lips locked as he slid his tongue inside the wet cavern of your mouth and you breathed him in, winding your arms around his neck to keep him in place. Your fingers slid up through the crown of his mussed, shortly cropped hair and he relaxed on top of you, deepening the kiss.

“I would give you my arm if I could.”

You whispered your confession as his mouth covered your pulse with a harsh suck, and whined when he answered with a sharp bite: his incisors pinching your delicate flesh. His hot breath ghosted humid over your skin as he searched for another spot, biting down on the other side of your slim neck.

Arching underneath him, you continued. “I would cut it off and give it to you.”

He found the tender underside of your breast, catching it between his teeth and groaned, soothing the bite with a broad sweep of his tongue before continuing down the plane of your body.

“I would give you anything, Ez. Anything.”

Mindless with lust from the sharp edges of his love, you writhed underneath him, hitching your knees higher along his torso. His strong muscles flexed and shifted under the squeeze of your legs, and he forced them open to spread your legs wider. Questing, his mouth sought out the tender skin along the curve of your hip with another bite.

“Fuck,” you breathed, pushing your fingers through his hair to guide him lower.

Situating his broad shoulders between your thighs, his mouth devoured.

Wide open to catch everything you gifted him, his tongue slid smoothly through your folds to collect every slip of arousal that dripped out, his throat bobbing with a swallow before going harder. His hunger shifted you up the cot, the lower half of his face buried inside your aching cunt and when his tongue found your clit with a smooth, forceful grind, you shamelessly begged for more.

“Harder. Eat it harder.”

He growled, his fingers digging into your flesh to tug you tight against his face and a hoarse cry crawled out of your throat – one that broke into an astonished cry when he pulled back just to bite into the plush, smooth skin of your inner thigh. This one drew blood – you could feel the hot slip of it against your skin, his kisses smeared with it. Ignoring the blossoming throb of pain, you asked him to do it again.

He did, right at the same time he slid two fingers inside you with a filling stretch and joining your hand with his, he rested his cheek on your inner thigh and watched as your fingers breached your slick warmth together. A finger of your own and one of his, then two of your own and two of his - your hands worked together, as they always have. His face right next to the liquid warmth coating the digits, his tongue joined to lap at your clit.

Obscene sounds filled the small tent: the audible slick sound of your cunt accepting his fingers over and over again, your higher pitched moans blending with his lower ones. Keeping his fingers tucked snugly inside, his mouth lowered down between your cheeks to slide against your asshole and he ate you there with abandon as well, your thighs dropping open wider to give him more room.

When his mouth found your clit again with a suck, the impulse to be eaten alive by him spread thick and warm through your hips, weighing heavily in your core. Propelled higher and higher with every pump of his fingers, the image of his blood soaked mouth as his teeth tore into your pulse made you pitch forward into your release, your body bowing against the thin cot.

Breathless and still riding a pulsing wave, you begged him. “Come up here and fuck me.”

He obeyed immediately, letting his weight push the air from your lungs just before his mouth stole the rest. His kisses soaked in desperation, his cock notched thick and stiff at your entrance, and you accepted him within you without any resistance. Fucking you with harsh snaps of his hips, your fingers dug into the meat of his ass and surrounded in his warmth with the light blacked out by his broad frame, your lips found a home on his bicep that flexed taut next to your cheek.

Your body cradled within his, the humid air around you pulsing with life. The rhythmic woosh of his strong heartbeat, the safety you’d feel within the damp darkness, finally joined as one.

His strokes snapped harder, his own want matching yours. His mouth ached to bite your soft lips, to nibble on the skin until it broke under the force of his love.

His harvesting knife slipped between his ribs to crack them open, gifting you everything held inside. Feeding you bits and pieces of his heart, watching the muscle that’s only ever beat for you disappear between your lips.

“Where do you want it, Birdie?” he begged above you, his mouth molding around the hinge of your jaw, tasting the sweet skin there. “I’m gonna come. Shit – shit. Where do you want it?”

“Inside me.”

A shudder slipped through his body as he came with a loud, sated groan, his hips forcing themselves into the cradle of your thighs to bury it as deep as possible – but he wasn’t done. He was never done, when it came to you. Before he could catch his breath, he slid his softening cock from your warmth and replaced it with his fingers, crooking them to gather the milky spend.

Bringing them up to your mouth, he fed it to you.

Glistening tendrils of release coated his fingers and your lips, smeared across your tongue when he forced them into your mouth and then sliding them out, he kissed you deeply, savoring your joined taste. He gathered more, this time shifting his touch to the tight ring of your ass and he pushed some in there as well, your hips arched up to accept it.

Sweat, spend, blood: he consumed them all and likewise fed them to you. Hours slipped by, his appetite for you insatiable: forcing you onto your hands and knees to eat you roughly from behind, filling your ass with his cock before pulling out to spill hot across your lower back, smearing it over your skin like a balm, his fingers tacky with it when he wrapped them around your slender throat and made you take him again. Riding him, your fingers sought out the wet heat of his mouth and he kissed and nibbled on them, before drawing them in with a suck.

“You and me,” he breathed under you, his teeth catching on the pads of your fingers and you dropped down, resting your mouth just under the whiskered curve of his jaw. His pulse a rapid beat under the skin, you relished the strength held just under the surface.

“You and me,” you replied, your mouth opening wide.

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stormvanari · 11 months ago

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you dont have to answer all if u dont wanna :]

🍬 ⇢ post an unpopular opinion about a popular fandom character

❄️ ⇢ what's your dream theme/plot for a fic, and who would write it best?

🍦 ⇢ name three good things about a character you hate

🎨 ⇢ link your favourite piece of fanart and explain why you like it

🧩 ⇢ what will make you click away from a fanfiction immediately?

Source of the questions

Post an unpopular opinion about a popular fandom character.

I noticed much of the Ace Attorney fandom puts Klavier Gavin in works, mainly fics, that focus ONLY on shipping and there's not a lot of exploration of his character and relationships with other characters based on the context of what unfolded in AA4 (story wise). For example, Klavier's relationship with Phoenix and Kristoph have potential to be interpreted judging by Klavier's conversations with either two in the games. Moreover, I wish a future AA game will develop his story/character more.

So, it's a reason why I'm not a fan of Klapollo, a popular ship in the AA fandom.

What's your dream theme/plot for a fic?

I am still figuring out how this TOH OC of mine, Darian, below mentally breaks down when he finds out he is the relative of a notorious outlaw (Adrian) that once worked for a monster, Belos, overseeing the Basilisk Experiments (worse, the Vernworth twins in my version of Adrian's story were part of it).

Name three good things about a character you hate

I like Jax's (TADC) walking animation in that animation test GLITCH posted: it's the one where he has one arm on his hip.

I like the Raggedy Ann impression his VA implemented for Jax's voice!

Jax is more than the jerk he is, according to Gooseworx.

Link your favorite piece of fanart

Just one? NAHH YOU GET THREE:

What will make you click away from a fanfiction immediately?

I avoid and scroll away from "x Reader" fics.

#ask

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evco-productions · 1 year ago

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The Golden Trio

The “Golden Trio” is the Harry Potter fandom’s nickname for the series’ three central heroes: Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, and Hermione Granger. You’ll notice a particular dynamic there: two guys and one girl. You may or may not know that what I’ll call the “Golden Trio trope” is hardly limited to Harry Potter. Here are just a few other examples of movies featuring a central guy-guy-girl relationship*…

Ferris Bueller’s Day Off (Ferris, Cameron, and Sloane)

Pirates of the Caribbean (Jack Sparrow, Will Turner, and Elizabeth Swann)

Jurassic Park (Sam Neill, Jeff Goldblum, and Laura Dern)

Iron Man (Tony Stark, James Rhodes, and Pepper Potts)

Batman v. Superman: Dawn of Justice (Batman, Superman, and Wonder Woman)

The Perks of Being a Wallflower (Charlie, Patrick, and Sam)

Smokey & the Bandit (Burt Reynolds, Jerry Reed, and Sally Field)

A Few Good Men (Tom Cruise, Kevin Pollack, and Demi Moore)

Shaun of the Dead (Shaun, Ed, and Liz)

Weird Science (Anthony Michael Hall, Ilan Mitchell-Smith, and Kelly LeBrock)

Lethal Weapon 3 (Martin Riggs, Roger Murtaugh, and Lorna Cole)

Me & Earl & the Dying Girl (Thomas Mann, RJ Cyler, and Olivia Cooke)

Garden State (Zach Braff, Peter Sarsgaard, and Natalie Portman)

Sahara (Matthew McConaughey, Steve Zahn, and Penelope Cruz)

License to Drive (Corey Haim, Corey Feldman, and Heather Graham)

Shallow Grave (Kerry Fox, Christopher Eccleston, Ewan McGregor)

And, of course, Star Wars, which features this dynamic in nearly every one of its iterations:

The Original Trilogy (Luke, Han, and Leia)

The Prequel Trilogy (Anakin, Obi-Wan, and Padme)

The Sequel Trilogy (Rey, Finn, and Poe)

The Clone Wars (Anakin, Ahsoka, and Obi-Wan or Rex, depending on the episode)

Rogue One (Jyn, Cassian, and K-2SO—debatable, since K is a droid, but he is voiced by a male actor and is present with the two humans long before the rest of the crew enters the picture)

I could go on for longer, but we’d be here all day. The point is, this happens a lot, and the list above is limited to the live-action films I could come up with off the top of my head. There are many more live-action instances of this trope and, as I understand it, a near-infinite supply within anime/manga stories.

I have written thirteen short stories over the last few years, but the only existing “thru-line” was a particular duology featuring this exact trope. Because I spent a decent amount of time with the three characters in question (Brad, Cory, and Leah are their names), I’m particularly interested in this trope. I cannot recall when their story began to reveal itself to me, but one thing was never in question: these three characters are the endgame. Their friendship is the heart and soul of the piece. This might have come from the source material that inspired the story; I’ve not been shy about admitting how willing I was to rip off my favorite movies in my early years of writing, and there isn’t much difference between Brad/Cory/Leah and Corey/Corey/Heather or Ferris/Cameron/Sloane. But that’s sort of the key here: this trope felt so natural to write because, apparently, it felt natural for a bazillion other writers before me.

To begin interrogating this trope, I considered what my golden trio is “like.” Brad is the hero of the story: we see everything through his eyes and there’s a Richie Cunningham-like demeanor about him in that he has boyish good looks, is a bit of a nerd, and will bravely stand up for his friends if the situation calls for it. Cory, on the other hand, is almost a coward, certainly insecure, is constantly acting like a jackass to hide his insecurity, and is desperately in love with Leah. Leah, for her part, is very clearly the creation of the nineteen-year-old loner I used to be: she’s beautiful, something of a sister figure to Brad, and is secretly just as horny for Cory as he is for her.

Maybe it’s a bit of writer’s guilt for creating such a one-dimensional female character, but in sitting here thinking about this, I have convinced myself that the secret to interrogating this trope really comes down to interrogating the female character’s role within the trope.

Brad, Cory, and Leah’s dynamic is not too different from what one finds in mainstream entertainment instances of the trope. Sometimes the girl is related to one of the guys (Luke and Leia are siblings, as are Patrick and Sam in Perks). Oftentimes she is romantically involved with one of them (Ferris and Sloane, Anakin and Padme, Sam Neill and Laura Dern in Jurassic, etc.). Most crucially of all, she is not romantically involved with the other of the two guys, and even if she’s unrelated to both, it doesn’t seem to make a difference. When watching Sahara, there is no question in the characters’ nor the audience’s minds that Penelope Cruz is going to kiss Matthew McConaughey at the end of the movie. Steve Zahn is there to make us laugh; Cruz has no sexual interest in him and, in fact, says maybe ten words to him over the course of the entire story.

Leah talks to Brad more often in that within my stories, but while she is very affectionate, it’s clear she only has eyes for Cory (maybe something about his jackassery turns her on, or maybe Cory just looks and talks a lot like me). Aside from her romantic feelings for the “sidekick” of the two boys, her role as a friend to both of them is something of a mediator; being the girl, she is of course more mature and therefore more likely not to engage in any immature activity that the two boys might instigate. One sees this sort of behavior in Iron Man 2, for example: a drunken Tony Stark and an angry Rhodey duke it out in their super-suits while an irate Pepper Potts stands on the sidelines rolling her eyes.

But why is the golden trio such a common trope? A couple interesting theories I found online…

From Rocketman on superherohype.com: “You’ll see this trope mostly in fantasy and sci-fi because these genres aren’t as accessible and relatable to people since you’re dealing with far-out, abstract concepts, so you need a trinity of characters to bring things to a human level. And with fantasy and sci-fi, more often than not, more guys will be drawn to these genres than girls. Or, two-thirds of guys will be. In simpler terms, two guys and a girl. For every two guys in the theater, there will probably be one girl (one girl was dragged along with her boyfriend, while another guy is seeing it by himself).”

A concurrence from Gray_Walker on Reddit: “Marketing concerns. Three characters is a common number of focal characters for a story because it keeps the cast small and easy to keep track of. Male/Male/Female keeps the cast male-dominated, since the target demographic for these series is almost always male, but they don’t want to totally miss out on the female market, so the idea is to make one of the leads female so that demographic has something to identify with. When a group becomes female-dominated, it tends to indicate the series is targeted at women.”

This theory sounds plausible up until one realizes that Harry Potter, for example, appears to have a lot more female fans than male, despite the Male/Male/Female dynamic. If guys (supposedly) respond to this trope because there is one more male character to identify with than female, maybe girls respond to it (if they do) because it provides the one female character with two potential love interests? Ladies, tell me if I’m talking out of my ass here.

At any rate, the hole in the above marketing theory is maybe the only reason I let this mystical explanation catch and hold my attention…

From Brandon Bennett on Quora: “This dynamic is actually a secret symbolism of the Trinity of Consciousness. The older male = Thought Expression, the older female = Emotional Expression, and the young male = Action Expression. This character triad goes back much further than mainstream movies. It’s even in ancient religious scriptures from thousands of years ago.”

A couple interesting things to note here. One, there is a very limited number of plot and character types in the world. Even if Bennett’s explanation isn’t completely accurate (it might be), it stands to reason that every plot and character trope we can name has its roots in ancient literature. Two, the Trinity as he describes it here can easily be fit into, to use one ancient example, the Christian Trinity: God the Father (older male), Jesus Christ the Son (younger male), and the Holy Spirit (generally understood by Christians to be what nonbelievers would simply call one’s conscious or guilt, or, if you will, emotions, or at least the expression of certain emotions/feelings).

I guess what strikes me as funny about all this, the thing that set me off to write this entry in the first place, is that my three characters fit (more or less) into these categories, but I did not intend it to happen that way. I decided that Brad was a relatively calm, smart, reserved person (Thought Expression) but did not consciously decide that, as a result of this, Cory would need to be an energetic, foolish, outgoing person (Action Expression). This happened of its own accord.

Well, is this interesting only to me? Do you have a favorite character trope, specifically a favorite three-person character trope?

*Note that I am not including romance-centric movies in which this relationship is a love triangle. I am interested only in this dynamic insofar as it represents three friends; maybe two of them are lovers, but there is no central rivalry between the two guys over the one girl a la Twilight.

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