#Lyn's writing challenge

[larissa-the-scribe]

Tell Me About This Time Loop, Again?

And so it begins... @inklings-challenge

Day 12

In Zo's mind, it never felt like the day was properly begun until Lyn woke up, looked around at the room they'd been staying in, frowned, and said—

Day 13

"Where are we? And why does it feel so... familiar?"

"Well you see," Zo replied, as he always did, peeking at the underside of the egg he was frying, "we're stuck in a time loop."

Day 14

"A time loop?" Lyn swung her feet over the side of the bed, seeming to realize for the first time that she was in one.

"Don't worry, it's clean." After confirming they were, indeed, in a time loop, one of the first things he had suggested was finding a comfortable place to set up camp. Somehow it had worked, and they had ended up there every time things reset. "And there doesn't seem to be anyone around, so I don't think we're stealing or trespassing." 

Lyn raised an eyebrow. 

Day 15

"Well, we might be, but no one minds. It's a ghost town. Everyone seems to have disappeared." And since it was a time loop, they never ran out of cooking gas. Or food supplies. That, at least, was convenient. 

"Disappeared?" Lyn stood up, adjusting her shirt from how it had gotten scrunched up in the night. Despite her attempts to look bright-eyed and alert, he could see the sleepiness that still hung from her eyes. 

Day 16

"Our best guess so far is that it's connected to the time loop." Zo flipped the eggs. If this all persisted, he could open up a fried-egg restaurant once they got out; he was getting an absurd amount of practice flipping eggs.

"That makes sense." Lyn padded over to the window, still barefoot, and pushed the shutters open. "Do we have any evidence, or is that just, well, a guess?" 

Her gaze swept the view, which he knew without looking was nothing more than the empty lines of blocky, one-story buildings and the too-smooth black-top of the streets. The neighborhood was pressed together as if sheltering from the plains beyond the town, with such a veneer of newness covering it all that each house might have been churned out of a factory yesterday. They hadn't been, though, considering the subtle signs of wear and tear inside the houses. 

"Eh, a bit of both. Something weird is clearly going on with the area, and we know time is affected, too, so it's a logical guess that the two are connected. Whether that means some psycho wiped the town out before setting up their experiment, or just that their timey-wimey dealybob messed up physics in general is still up for debate. Do you want toast?"

"Yes, please."

Day 17

"Good. We have to finish the bread before it goes stale." Zo left the 'in case we get to the next day' implicit.

"I'm surprised we still have butter. I thought it would have gone bad in your pack."

"It smells a bit odd, but so far we haven't been affected by it."

Day 18

"Okay, but how do you know we're in a time loop?" Lyn asked, setting the table. 

They were in a ground-level studio apartment, so the dining room, kitchen, and bed were all in the same space. No couch, which Zo took to mean that the owner was either poor or a cheapskate. Either way, it was disappointing. Still, the carpet wasn't bad. He'd slept on worse.

"Because you've asked me that so many times I've lost track of the number," Zo said, "and you seem thoughtful every time, like you're not as surprised as you thought you'd be." 

She nodded and set a fork down carefully, wearing the expression she always did just then, brows squeezing down over far-away eyes.

"In all fairness, though," Zo clarified, "I mostly lost track because I wasn't really counting, and then it seemed pointless to start. It's been over two weeks, though, I'm fairly certain."

Day 19

She smiled, and the tension in her brows eased a bit. "This all does feels familiar. Like, I don't remember the other days, but all of this feels like I should, somehow, know what happens next. But I don't."

"I do know," Zo replied, "and it's getting a bit tiresome."

"Fair."

Zo nodded, slotting toast into the toaster. "Very. Whoever owned this place pretty much only had eggs in their fridge. I'm not sure how many more days in a row I can eat those without losing my mind."

Lyn looked up sharply.

Day 20

"Relax," he said, waving his spatula, "they respawn every day, so I don't think it's even technically stealing. If it is, we can pay them back later. There's a fully-stocked but unmanned convenience store down the road, one which we have very nobly not taken anything from, every single day."

"Good," Lyn sighed. "After all, if we get out today, we wouldn't want to be rewarded by jail for petty theft." She tacked on a fierce look at the end of the sentence.

Zo shrugged, and let Lyn interpret the gesture as she would. "Eggs are almost done."

Day 21

"Good. I'm weirdly hungry. Also, thank you for breakfast."

"Don't mention it," Zo smiled. "It's nothing I haven't done many times before."

[late-to-the-party-81]

here’s a little challenge for you: steve + bucky + reader + one bed. make what you want of it hehe 😇 congrats on 1k, jen! <3

In the middle of the night

AN: Another day, and once again, beds appear to be in short supply. Thank you for this thot, Lyn!

Beta’d by @lfnr-blog-blog-blog, dividers by @firefly-graphics, moodboard and banner by me

Main Master list | Challenge Master list

Summary: What’s worse than sharing a motel room with the supersoldier boyfriends you have a crush on? Having to share a bed with them.

Relationship: Stucky x Reader

Word Count: 1.5k

CW: THERE WAS ONLY ONE BED, Smidge Angst, Minor miscommunication, pining, teasing, implied smut about to commence.

“Guys, I’ll just take the sofa. I’ll manage.” You weren’t sure if you were trying to convince them or yourself. It didn’t work though; Bucky just looked at you with his eyebrow raised.

“Really,doll? You might be shorter than us, but you’re not that short.”

He was right, of course. At 5ft 10 you were far too tall for most sofas let alone the one in the room of this ratty motel. 

“What do you suggest then? That we all sleep in that?” You nodded your head at it. It being the king sized bed in the middle of the room.

Steve looked up from where he was rummaging through his go bag.

“Seems like the only sensible option to me. Normally we’d offer to sleep on the floor, but…” He eyed what passed for a carpet in the room. You had to agree with him. The chances were that anything placed upon it for any length of time would be carried off by the roaches that were probably living in it. You shuddered at the thought and repressed a gag.

“Well as long as you two keep the mushy stuff to a minimum, I suppose. It’s bad enough when I’ve shared a room with you both before and you’re being all cuddly and shit. Makes a single girl sick.” This time your gag was for comedic effect.

Bucky grinned at you, and in two strides was next to you, arm slung around your shoulder, giving you a slight squeeze.

“Are you just jealous in general, or jealous of one of us, specifically. Wouldn’t blame you; we are both hot.”

“You wish!” You pulled a face and shoved him away. “Now go get a shower, Barnes. You smell of swamp.”

He pouted back, but his light blue eyes sparkled with amusement.

“Me! What about Stevie! And you, doll. We all fell in that water.”

“Yeah, but you’ve still got swamp weed in your hair.”

You reached up and plucked the offending piece of flora from his chestnut locks then, feeling impish, threw it at Steve. It landed on his shoulder, but he just turned on ‘the Captain glare’ as you and Bucky started giggling like children.

An hour later you were finishing off in the small, and frankly disgusting, bathroom. 

Bucky had used it first, scurrying in to escape Steve’s overdramatic ire and you had gone in search of food. When you got back Bucky was sitting on the edge of the bed, in his sweats and rubbing his hair dry with a threadbare towel. You threw bags full of food for your two enhanced teammates onto the coffee table.

“Cap in the shower?”

“Yeah - he won’t be too long. I’ve known that guy to have a full shower in less than 2 minutes. And after all these years, I’m still not sure how he does it.”

True to Bucky’s, Steve had stepped out just then, clad in his own sweats, short blond hair sticking up from where he’d given it a quick scrub. Gathering your own wash things and clean clothes to sleep in, you’d slipped around him, trying to ignore the loving look Bucky was throwing at his boyfriend.

Luckily there was enough hot water left for you. The boys wouldn’t have heard the end of it otherwise.

Returning to the bedroom, you mentally prepared yourself for an awful night’s sleep.It was bad enough that you were, once again, sharing a room with two men you had massive crushes on - who only had eyes for each other, this time you’d also be squished on the same bed, no doubt clinging onto the edge of the mattress and trying not to fall out.

The two supersoldiers were already lying in the bed, eyes closed, Bucky being the little spoon to Steve’s big one. They were scootched over so far that you were worried that Steve was about to drop off his side. Gingerly you climbed into the remaining space, your back to Bucky, and you switched off the small lamp they’d left on for you.

Moonlight shone through the thin curtains, casting weak shadows. You tried to relax but found yourself just staring at the strange shapes thrown on the wall in front of you. You could hear both of them breathing. 

Slow. 

Steady. 

Completely fake.

Bucky shifted behind your back, his arm brushing over your ass and hip. If he had been asleep you could have believed it to be accidental. It settled across your waist, a copy of how you imagined Steve’s was lying over his.

“Um…Buck?” You whispered out of habit. “What are you doing?”

“‘S not a lot of space, doll. We need to cosy up, so you and Stevie don’t fall out.” You could hear the smile in his voice.

“He’s also like a radiator, sweetheart. And we’ve noticed you don’t like to get cold. Just go with it.” Great. Now Steve was joining in.

“It just feels… you know… weird.” Something about the darkness was making you feel braver than you had in a while. Although that bravery started to wane slightly when Bucky shuffled even closer and you could feel his breath on the back of your neck.

“Whaddya mean ‘weird’? I think it feels nice.”

You flipped over to face him, despite the fact that there was so little light it made the gesture pointless. You were getting frustrated. Both emotionally and sexually.

“Bucky. Your boyfriend is right there, cuddling you, but apparently cuddling me is nice. And for some reason Steve is fine with it.”

The shadows behind Bucky shifted; Steve lifting his head.

“Wanna know why I’m fine with it?”

“Cos you’re secure in your and Bucky’s relationship, and you know this is just practical?”

He chuckled, low and deep, and boy did the sound do things to you. Oh, god! How keen were his senses? Would he be able to smell your arousal?

“Well, yes, but also, no…”

Before you could question him, Bucky’s arm tightened around your waist and suddenly he flipped you both, placing you in the middle of the bed, wedged between him and Steve. Your hands were pressed up against Steve’s chest, his coarse chest hairs tickling your palms. Bucky’s hand was splayed against your stomach, keeping you in place, pressed against him.

“What the hell?”

“We realised something, doll.” Bucky was practically purring in your ear. His hips pressed up against your ass and…oh!

“W-what’s that?” You could barely breathe, frozen rigid in the bed, afraid to move.

Steve wiggled down the bed in front of you, so that your hands were on his shoulders and both your faces were level.

“That you aren’t jealous of either of us when Buck and I are being affectionate. You’re jealous of both of us. You’ve got the hots for both of us.”

You scowled, hoping that despite the low light he could see your annoyance.

“So, what? You decided you’d both tease me. Thanks so much.” You shuffled violently and sat up, kicking off the last part of the coverlet. You pushed up on your knees, but Steve copied you, effectively blocking you.

“We’re not teasing you, sweetheart. Let me finish. Please.”

The bed dipped behind you; Bucky getting to his knees too. Your head was a swirl of emotions. Confusion, want, frustration, and something that might have been hope. Steve took hold of your hands, rubbing his thumbs across the backs of your knuckles.

“We’re trying to tell you… we’ve got the hots for you too.”

“Majorly,” Bucky interjected. “It’s been torture these last few months. Fighting beside you. Sharing a room. You, being so close, but not attainable.” You could feel the heat radiating off him and all you wanted to do was relax back onto his firm chest. And you wanted to believe what they were apparently telling you.

Steve tugged on your hands, pulling you closer to him.

“You can’t begin to imagine how Buck and I have been when we’ve got back to our apartment at the compound after missions with you. How we’ve been so wound up, so goddamn horny thinking about you. Thank goodness for sound-proofing. I think we’ve fucked each other seven ways from Sunday everytime.”

Bucky had moved again; regained his previous spot plastered against your back. Both his hands were settled on your waist, just above your hips. He dipped his head, and his hair brushed your neck before his lips settled just below your ear. Testing you.

“Do you want us, doll?” His lips trailed down your neck and you tilted it to bare your throat to him. Your busy mind had cleared. Now only the want remained. Bucky and Steve were pressed against you in the moonlight, surrounding you with their scent and promising you pleasure. All you had to do was answer.

“Yes!”

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[autumnslance]

FFXIV Write 2023 Day 26: Last

“Well, Hydaelyn. I take my leave of You. Yours is the mantle of the last of us. May You have…the joy of it. The burden…and the solitude. It falls to You now—You and Your champion—to save our star.”

And then She was there, her familiar bright warmth engulfing him in an embrace, though he had no true form.

He seemed to sigh anyway, leaning into Her as he used to countless ages ago, before they had both become this.

“I have faith,” She whispered. There was an impression of having his hair stroked as he was impossibly cradled.

“As do I,” he replied. “Though I know not why.”

“Perhaps it shall be made clear within the Sea,” She replied, drawing him across the Rift. “Though much of you has been lost to my counterpart.” Her regret was clear.

“A necessary sacrifice.”

“You ever did your duty, and for millennia did He shield this world, with you as His heart. But our time draws to its end, as is ever the way of life. Soon even I shall lay down my charge.”

“I suppose we must trust, then, in Your Champion to safeguard that which we have held so dear.”

“I have faith,” She said again.

He was almost surprised, in what little of him was left, that he had no hesitation nor doubt concerning the Warrior of Light and Darkness’s ability to take up their long-held burdens.

“As do I,” he repeated. They cleared the Rift, floating in an endless blue sea of light.

There was a final impression; hands upon his non-existent shoulders, the brush of a kiss on an imagined forehead. “Rest, dear one. Our brothers and sisters wait for you among these stars, that you may be reborn together.”

He knew, somehow, that She would never join them. Grief and relief for Her both filled what would have once been his heart.

As he fell into those boundless waters, he smiled for Her one last time. “Farewell, Venat.”

[bl4sphemy-archived]

let me make it up to you .

𝖛𝖆𝖗𝖎𝖔𝖚𝖘 𝖚𝖓𝖘𝖔𝖗𝖙𝖊𝖉 𝖘𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖓𝖈𝖊 𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖘 . . .

              It's very rare that anything really gets under Samael's skin     ——    he's usually pretty damn good at regulating his emotions, it's come with years of therapy and hard work... It's hard to piss Samael off. So, as he stands at the mess of his guitar, the one he's had since before his fame, his eye twitches. It was a gift from his aunt, to celebrate his joining her band, and he can still remember how happy he was to accept it. How it had been the first real gift anyone had ever given him... And now, it's broken into pieces at his feet. Samael feels hot rage bubble up inside him, his hands trembling as they curl into fists at his sides. 

              It doesn't help that his aunt is gone, too. Died not too long ago in a hospital, Samael at her side from a canceled tour with her old, withered hand in his as he wept for her... There's no way he can replace the guitar.

              He takes a deep breath through his nose, trying his best to calm himself down. There's a stinging in his eyes as tears begin to prickle his vision, and he has to look away from the mess before he bursts into tears. Summer's words make him sigh, and he grits his teeth as he rubs over his eyes, scrubbing the moisture away. He shakes his head, turning away from both Summer and the guitar.     ❛❛   I need some space.   ❜❜     Comes his clipped reply, murmured out, lacking the amused inflection he usually pours into his responses. 

              He's not mad at Summer... Frustrated, yes, but he's moreover mourning the loss of one of the only physical things he actually gives a shit about... Summer doesn't know the semblance behind the instrument. He probably thinks it's just something Samael can easily replace... Samael knows it's not right to take his feelings out on Summer     ——    no one deserves to be yelled at the way Samael did when he was a child     ——     so, he wordlessly heads to his room, and the second he shuts the door, he's sliding down it and crying into his hands.

[myloveforhergoeson]

reading round up REDO!

sorry for the double tag, first post didn’t save properly and i wasn’t able to give you all your flowers. please find them under the cut. i’m so embarrassed.

original here:

fic list:

assorted works of @ceruleanmusings <3

Blood Diamond; Year Five

ahh!! the blood diamond one shots are always so enjoyable to read and that make me think so much about my own characters and their backstories and childhoods as well. this one in particular really got to me; there isn't much room for childhood discussion in btrtv and the way you characterize young kendall and james made me MELT. so accurate to real kids, first of all, but there was so much shared about each other with just a few lines of dialogue. katie tugging james' hair at the end is like. the perfect precursor to their relationship as they grow older too lmao! i always look forward to your work :) <3

2. assorted works of @partiallypearl / @praetoravila <3

adorable kaela blurb

lolive ghost blurb

mighta found the one (but i need you too)

'cause i don't wanna keep you guessing

ipod shuffle challenge

all over again

pearl... darling.... there is nothing i love seeing more than your lovely works! from our dms to your full works, you are truly so creative it blows my mind! this month was no exception. the kaela blurb already had me by the throat... those two mean the world to me i mean it! and the various lolive blurbs and all over again... lord you had me crying with the last chapter of that one... and of course... the wag au one-shot... you are so sweet to me and my baby girl roxy, and that blurb had me literally giggling and kicking my feet hehehe. tysm for the sweet gift for my birthday <3 and your iPod shuffle challenge was so interesting! i love all the stories you chose to tell and how every word in the small drabbles packed a punch!!!! lovely as always <33 tysm for sharing :)))

3. assorted works of @selangkir <3

promptober one-shot!!

aughauifafvaibie there are never enough words to describe how well you write katie and the knights. even if this was just a short story reworked to be in kendall's pov, the strong ties between them are evident and i love the little quirks and rituals they all have that you sneak in there. how kendall instantly knows something wrong with katie, how katie pushes back against him, everything is just *chefs kiss* excited to read katie's pov if you ever wish to share that as well!!! <33

4. assorted works of @inkameswetrust <3

date night

god. in kames we DO trust. everything about this one-shot had me going through like. every single emotion possible for a person to feel. lyn is the character of all time + i love how james (and kendall, reluctantly) got to participate in a scheme akin to their youth to make sure her date goes perfectly :)) and the dual line between what was going on with lyn and Nathan helped kendall and james learn more about each other - even after being together for so long!! thought about this one for days ngl and the drawings you made live in my head rent free. im just 1000% obsessed thank you so so so much for sharing :)

5. assorted works of @naquey / @ithinkyouhealedmyheart <3

ghostwriter ch 3-8

AHHHHH RONNIE MY SWEET MY LOVE MY EVERYTHINGGG god the story you are weaving her for and kendall have me (affectionately) tearing my hair out. the way these chapters set up her relationships with most of the main characters is just so special. though everyone is just a little bit different than one another, and all the teens have their own special quirks, they're all still able to get along and make friends. i imagine in the tough Hollywood industry, that's all they have. ronnie slowly getting to know and opening up to the other girls, the band, guitar dude, and everyone else is so sweet! each chapter brings a new understanding to her character, and i love every little thing about her :) getting to read her and kendall's story is a privilege!! so excited for their future heheh <33

6. assorted works of @icegirl2772 <3

Take A Shot In The Dark Ch. 16

eee kaelyn!!! my sweet sweet girl!! this chapter follows one of my favorite episodes, and i love all the special additions you made for kaelyn and her story. so happy to read that she and neil are over... now james can step in and pick up her broken heart!! akifaiufaiufbaie i can't wait for them to get together, you've got me on the edge of my seat :))) <3

7. assorted works of @fiyero3305 / @fiyero0533

promptober one-shots!!

MY FRIEND!!!!!!!!!!! thank you so much for using my prompt list, i'm so happy you were able to find inspiration from the things i put together this month :) though i am just a casual fan of the umbrella academy, from my two seasons of knowledge, i'm confident in saying i love your version of the characters even more lol! each blurb brought in a new sibling dynamic, something of your own to bring to the table. just blew me away, truly. my favorite was the cemetery prompt you wrote with ben. got my heart squeezing harder than ever before! and the one with the psychic and klaus and allison was soooo so so good. so happy you were able to get these out and share them ;) looking forward to more in the future

8. assorted works of @bunnyfern

a field of blooming tulips

ahh!! my lovely crowe!! i love her and james' story so much :)) the bad boy chapter never disappoints... crowe getting hints of home and talking to luka in the middle was so great! i love getting little glimpses of her life back home :) her ever-evolving relationships with the others at the palm woods is so adorable too!! always a pleasure to read <3

[veryextraincorrectfegbaquotes]

Besides Lalum, do you have any particular favorite characters to write and/or characterizations you're proud of?

I really enjoy writing Sigune, the fact she never lies makes actually writing her a lot more challenging and fun because she needs to talk around or present things in ways that people believe, or boldly admit to things from such a position of power that they can't do anything back. It's fun!

I enjoyed writing Idoun as an emotionless super-mage and enjoy even more writing her as a recovering emotionless super-mage trying to shake off old habits. I of course also love writing the perpetually pissed Clarine. I like writing emotionally limited characters, huh!

Also Goop Lyn, Goop Lyn is so fun to write I'm proud of the fucked up identity issues alien I made, she's so full of pride and anger and confusion and anxiety and more pride.

[chiruyuki]

hi

wow... i do not have experience making blogs or posts AT ALL

but hi! im chiruyuki! u might know me on ao3 as the person behind the detco rewrite :') i decided to make a blog for it so i can post aaaalll of my redesigns + notes, wips, ideas and other stuff for it cuz why not??

the other writer is @moonlight--magician, she's in DCEN under the name ♧🂡 ✩Lyn ☾✩♤, (mine is "pope conan's left shoe"). she’s the one who gives me ideas, gives suggestions, helps with redesigns, challenges my writing and corrects details :D im really grateful for her!!

updates will be irregular, so, um.. beware of that, i guess? here's the link to the rewrite:

[larissa-the-scribe]

I did it I have an idea for the Inklings Challenge that shouldn't be too long, should be fun to write, has thematic ties, and I don't have to do too much pre-writing for.

(the idea may or may not involve a time loop with Zo and Lyn)

Now, I just gotta find time to. you know. actually write the thing adfasd

[penumbramewtwos]

Secondary Character ref-sheet master post

Even though I've posted these guys separate, this is to keep things neater on the pinned post.

Below the 'Keep reading' is all their information written out again, in case it's difficult to read for anyone ^^

Effigy (Mew):

Height/Weight: N/A [multiform] DOB: 4 BIllion years ago Birthplace: Kanto region Sex, & gender ID: Intersex, Genderfluid Sexuality: Aroace (Aromantic, Asexual) Nature: DOCILE Food Likes: N/A Food Dislikes: N/A Characteristics: Quick to flee

Other Info [Point list]

Effigy is the hive mind of all Mew-kind manifested into a multiform spirit.

They reside on Utmost Island (Faraway Island) where the memories of every mew can be accessed like a database.

Any Mew can talk through Effigy, dead or alive; but is most commonly used as a way to communicate to the other Mew that is currently out of hibernation.

There are two Mew's left on earth populating the planet. One is A Shiny.

Effigy was a gift left behind by the Origin Mew as a way for Mew's to communicate their culture, and purpose in life as a creator of all pokemon eggs.

Rotom (Okita's Rotom phone):

Height/Weight: 0.25M / 0.21kg First opened: 30/04/2044 Birthplace: Aunura Region Sex, & gender ID: N/A, Non-Binary Sexuality: Aroace (Aromantic, Asexual) Nature: Impish Food Likes: Sour Food Dislikes: Dry Characteristics: A little quick tempered

Other Info [point list]:

Rotom was a birthday present for Okita's 10th birthday. Okita became upset when she was told there was a pokemon living inside it; even though it could deposes at any time.

Okita began writing software for Rotom so it could use its pokemon moves freely in its phone possessing state. In doing so, she accidentally trapped the pokemon forever inside the phone.

Rotom's personality is a combination of being a complete drama queen, and unapologetic towards everything.

Rotom and Okita have a friendship based on insults, but are highly defensive of each other when someone else gets involved.

After Okita jailbroke Rotom with the homemade software, Rotom's now able to adjust its ability, pokemon level, and pokemon moves via the internet; as well as downloading TM's at will.

Rachael Lyn (Okita's pokemon trainer):

Height/Weight: 178cm / 57kg DOB: 01/10/2033 (October 1st, 2033) DOD: 15/02/2098 and 28/03/2099 Birthplace: Galar Region (moved to Aunura age 4) Sex, & gender ID: Female, Female. Sexuality: Bisexual Nature: Rash Food Likes: Dry Food Dislikes: Bitter Characteristics: Proud of its power

Other info [point list]

Rachael owns 6 pokemon: Metagross (first pokemon), Gardvoir (Male), Alakazam, Chimecho, Ninetails, Mewtwo (Okita).

In the Aunura region, she's known as the "One-Hit-Wonder" as her pokemon style is to use over levelled pokemon in gyms to take her opponents out in one hit. Including Okita's parents a year before they met.

Rachael badly suffers from ADHD. She's known for never stopping/always moving, talking very fast,

Rachael and Okita have a strained relationship in the early days, growing to be inseparable over time.

After capturing Okita, she bragged about capturing the most powerful pokemon in the world to her friends, only for Okita to not know how to use pokemon attacks when brought into battle. Rachael usually battles in 'underground' arenas around the world to challenge herself.

[quinloki]

Hey all,

Check out my friend @lyndsyh24 \o/

She’s a talented artist and crafter, and a fantastic writer. She writes x readers for One Piece just like me! (Lyn is more romance and feels than smut, I’m the devious gremlin between the two of us)

Lyn was pretty much the first person I talked to when I got back into fan fic in October ‘22. She was kind and supportive and really helped me get my feet under me - idk if I’da made it to here and now otherwise, and I’m super grateful.

She’s a great friend and a good soul, so check her out. Her stuff’s organized by sideblog like mine (I gave her the idea quite forcefully xD ) and navigation is easy. She’s new to tumblr and just barely settled in, so be nice!

More one-word challenge posts later on, until then, rock on with your bad selves and conquer the day 😎🥰

[devondeal]

16, 40, 46, and 55 for the writer ask game 😘💚💙

Thank you wifey! These were so fun to do 🥰 been way too long since Ive done fun Tumblr things:

16. How many fic ideas are you nurturing right now? Share one of them

Really just the sequels to existing fics like A Master’s Gift and Ahsoka’s Ruminations. One idea I have for A Master’s Gift is I’ll get into flashbacks about how the Barrissoka break up went down to explain why their dynamic is the way it is in the last chapter.

40. If someone were to make fanart of your work what fic or scene would you hope to see?

I would love to see fanart of Ahsoka’s Ruminations with one of the hallucinations maybe when Barriss hallucination shows up cuz angst ahoy.

But I would especially love fanart of Luminara and Barriss in A Master’s Gift when they reunite in the afterlife. Also Ahsoka threatening Lyn would be fun 🤣 aiming her lightsaber at her throat all angy, Lyn terrified, and Barriss rolling her eyes.

46. How would you describe your style? (Character, emotion, action driven, etc.)

Character and emotion driven I would say. Like my fics are often born from any character tension I can feel and want to exploit in a way that canon for some reason wasted.

55. Of the characters you write for, which has been your favorite? Has that choice been swayed at all by your followers’/readers’ reactions to certain ones?

Barriss is my favorite because she is just so complex though Ahsoka is a close second because I love giving her more depth than canon ever will.

An unexpected pleasure to write has been Luminara though. She’s challenging in a fun way and I make myself laugh writing her mominara shennanigans.

I don’t think my choices have been swayed thus far. I have my favorites and I stick with them. Though my wife has definitely made me enjoy writing for Luminara since the majority of my interpretation of her comes from there.

[neoyorzapoteca]

The “open text,” by definition, is open to the world and particularly to the reader. It invites participation, rejects the authority of the writer over the reader and thus, by analogy, the authority implicit in other (social, economic, cultural) hierarchies. It speaks for writing that is generative rather than directive. The writer relinquishes total control and challenges authority as a principle and control as a motive. The “open text” often emphasizes or foregrounds process, either the process of the original composition or of subsequent compo­sitions by readers, and thus resists the cultural tendencies that seek to identify and fix material and turn it into a product; that is, it resists reduction and commodification. As Luce Irigaray says, positing this tendency within a feminine sphere of dis­course, “It is really a question of another economy which diverts the linearity of a project, undermines the target-object of a de­sire, explodes the polarization of desire on only one pleasure, and disconcerts fidelity to only one discourse.” (4)

The Rejection of Closure by Lyn Hejinian | Poetry Foundation

[lynmars79]

When sharing stories on Tumblr, what makes for good tags to put on them?

Well, that depends. And there's likely people who do a lot of original writing on Tumblr who may have different answers, but:

I have a specific writing tag I use for both original and fanfiction ("Lyn Writing") as it helps me find things in my archive/blog search, and if folks are using those auto-tagger addons that just copy your tags, or the auto-copy of tags in mobile or other addons, it doesn't put "my writing" on their blog (which I get annoyed by).

For fanfiction, I'm going to tag the main fandom tag, and any relevant characters. Things like specific seasons, episodes, expansions, books, etc as necessary, especially if spoilery.

For original fiction, I might have an "original character" tag. If it's stuff I'm going to repeatedly post I make tags for specific OCs (or places, concepts, etc original to my writing). Usually in that last case, it's again a housekeeping method to make searching my own blog easier.

For either, there might be genre, general themes, ideas, concepts, or warnings I feel might be needed ("poetry, horror, romance, hope, names, family, violence"). Maybe some jabber commentary ("in which I try to write silly songs, OC just wants to take a nap"). If it's for a writing challenge or prompt that gets added, too, especially if the organizer has a requested tag or two to use ("DWC2024"). Sometimes I might use some Ao3 methodology to determine a few things (ratings, relationships, warnings, etc).

In the end, it's not too different from other posts one wants to be able to find, and/or tell people at a glance what's in the work, and what Searches it pops up in. For the question of "how easily do you want to find things on your own blog later," consider if you are keeping links on a page or post somewhere (also back up your work elsewhere always), and how easily do you want others to find your original stories? Do you have a specific writing tag on your pinned post or in your description?

Words and phrases in the body of a work, as well as in the tags, will pull up in the Search. Don't use tags (especially fandom tags) unrelated to one's work; that's a quick trip to "Blocked and Reported as Spam."

I also recommend anything over (my personal limit of) 500 words go under a cut. It's a delicate balance of "get people to read" when that's already difficult, so gotta hook them to hit that "Keep Reading" link, or stretch out dashes and annoy people who then scroll past (or block you or the post).

Original stuff likely won't be noticed often. The folks who do get noticed tend to have larger followings already, and/or are posting their stories as replies to writing prompts to start and getting noticed when folks trawl the notes of those posts.

A lot of it is, frankly, luck, and who reblogs to show a wider audience and then if any of them read and reblog, and so on.

So figure out the tagging scheme that works for you, link to friends and in Discord servers you're in, and reblog yourself a few times to catch followers with different timezones. Know only original posts show in the Search, not reblogs (even a reblog by OP). Write and post for the fun of it and keep expectations realistic so far as wide recognition, but honestly in the end, somewhat consistent posting, with consistent and clear tags, will slowly grow an audience over time.

[romanceclub-confessionss]

I'm starting to think that part of why the schedule is delayed is that Remy underdelivered again this update, and RC doesn't want to deal with that backlash. RC really shouldn't have let her write two stories at once--both stories are suffering now because of it. I'm worried that they're both going to become the next DLS, dragging on and on and on forever.

It's possible that Remy's workload could have played a role in the delay of the schedule. Creating content for multiple stories can be challenging. However, there could be many other factors that contributed to the delay as well, such as technical issues or that they taking extra time to ensure the quality of the new update. In any case, it's best to have patience and trust that the team is working hard to deliver the best possible update for all players.

-Mod lyn

[real-fire-emblem-takes]

Rath x Lyn would be a nice ship if their A wasn't just Rath dumping his backstory exposition on her. he really thinks this pulls women? no. get outta here.

what I would have liked is for that exposition to be delivered in his A support with Guy. think about it!

you could easily write Rath as bitter bc Guy is planning to return to the Kutolah someday and he doesn't have that choice. only for Guy to point out that the Kutolah's adherence to tradition has also failed him, and that once he's The Very Best Swordguy he plans to return, not only to protect his mother but to challenge that tradition. this opens Rath up to the possibility of returning to the tribe as well. they have a friendship moment, roll credits. then the writers can change Rath's A w/ Lyn to something that's actually interesting.

oh well. it'll exist in my dreams at least lol

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[mannatea]

going back through old fire emblem fics and mY GOD i really just wrote any stupid thought that came to mind didn't i 😭 my folders are just a giant manna cringe compilation

highlights:

there are 3 or 4 novelization attempts (that i've found so far)

the ouiaboo fic titles make me want to die

WHY DID SOMEONE PROMPT ME "LACTOSE INTOLERANT" FOR THE LETTER L and more importantly WHY DID I WRITE IT

the original lyn-gets-poisoned fic was titled "shades of grey" and while this was WAY before that book came out i still want to die and be dead.

let's not talk about the original lyn-marries-erik fic title. i'm cringing down to my tOES

i was forced to remember i started a fic from the perspective of the animals in the army god

the multiple aus and/or chaptered fics that i never finished...i'm haunted.

also the stuff that was never posted at all lol. you're welcome. i saved you.

who the fuck prompted "rainbow unicorn attack" "fe7" and also why did i write 5 pages of it and then leave it to rot? i want to die for titling this "always" hahahahahhahahaha

most of this stuff i didn't even want to remember. or like, i'm ashamed to remember. there was one story where i saw the title and instantly thought, "oh yeah that was the ghost!kent/just like heaven-inspired story wasn't it."

the utter chaos of the fe100 challenge 😔

the song fic titles 😔

the fact that some of the stories i have literally ZERO MEMORY OF EVER HAVING WRITTEN. like what do you MEAN i wrote some modern day AU where Kent was trying to propose to Lyn??? a prologue and most of a first chapter??? (i don't think i ever posted this.)

the fact that most of my fic collections were posted as multichaptered fics makes me writhe with rage. like the alphabet meme/fe100 is fine in concept but my GOD until i actually pull up and read each story i have NO CLUE who any of the stories are even about! don't make me read the cringe to find out!!!

this comment in a review someone left for a godawful story i wrote: "Ah, another KentLyn huh? Well, I guess that is to be expected of you." i know i 100% deserved this😂

all these fics for all FEs are also all mixed in together with zero separation because for years fire emblem was just fire emblem!!! remember, on ffnet it was just all lumped in together! i should actually make more folders and sort it better...even though i'd argue my fanfic is pretty well sorted compared to most people

there are hundreds of fics and frankly it's overwhelming. i wonder if even half of these are ever worth looking at again.