#NO IM NOT OVER [REDACTED] DYING

[lee-hakhyun]

the side story is so scary to me. because while i had a feeling kim dokja would do anything to keep his companions safe, and that in the end kimcom would all be alive!! ...

singshong is pulling NO PUNCHES with the side story. they're just. killing off readers. the ones i thought would make a wonderful addition to the party. lee hakhyun is doing everything to save his readers. but he's failing. AND THEN. HIS FUCKING SKILL POWERS UP THE MORE PEOPLE HE LOSES

WHAT IS THIS???? IM SOBBING???? ARE YOU TRYING TO BREAK HIM?

i. i think it's a difference with how these two think of others. kim dokja so obviously holds his companions first compared to everyone else (including him), and he's willing to disregard other people to protect just those few. which, while hard, he manages to keep all of kimcom alive in the end. but lhh... you poor soul. he loves too much. way too much for this damned story. he can't save his readers, and now he's forced to carry the deaths of the ones around him as fuel to his own power

it really hurts, seeing his reaction as someone dies in front of him. is this how kimcom felt, losing kim dokja over and over?

[majimassqueaktoy]

So, Jess I know you’re not an artist like your bestie in the entire world snap… but what does your art look like I remember you doodled this little pic for me of Tien with Choatzu’s make up lol but have you’ve drawn anything else?

Ya

[skrunksthatwunk]

kinda starting to realize how morbid i was as a child. like i acted out dying dramatically on the playground and thought about violence/combat a LOT (in a very fantastical disconnected from reality type way) and i imagined i was a corpse at home sometimes. I'd just lay there for a couple hours pretending to be dead for shits like. babygirl hwuh????

[gilded-gheists]

you know its bad when you're thinking about your ocs and 'fix you' comes on and you almost start crying because

'fuck man yeah i wish all these bad things didn't happen to you goddd' <- made it happen to them

[dragmiire]

rauru talks big game about protecting his land from invaders when he strong-armed ganondorf and the gerudo into joining the kingdom of hyrule. also hello to the chuchu just vibing in the background wondering wtf is going on.

[moltengoldveins]

That TCU post…that is truly one of, if not the greatest thing I’ve ever seen come out of this fandom. I tried my own hand a while back at writing “the dsmp but taken seriously”; gave it a name and a playlist but didn’t really write much before I went back to my other projects. If you ever have the motivation to do more with that outline I’d be honored to be a co-writer or help out in any way, or if you want you could just use my title as a name for the series: A Ballad of Broken Dreams.

holy crap op this is so sweet. Thank you so much. I’m… wow ok. That. Wow. Thank you. That’s legitimately so kind and I’m so glad you enjoyed it XD. Id also Love to see your playlist and your thoughts behind the songs if you’re down?! That sounds awesome :D

funnily enough, I’ve had a drafted outline for this heccin thing running around in my head since the Butcher Army arc. Right around when SAD-ist dropped her animatic, I simultaneously realized ‘oh wow, I Adore this concept’ and ‘oh wow, I Highly doubt the CCs are gonna manage to do this the way I’d want to see it’ and lo and behold: I was correct. So painfully correct. (There were also People Involved whom I had Really Bad Feelings About from very early on that, sure enough, turned out to be exactly what i thought they were, rip) So the Emduo prequels, Icarus heccin Dying, and the end of Axe of Peace have been around for Ages.

I’d honestly love to do more with this concept, (i am designing movie posters as we speak) but due to Chronic Illness Pog I’m in a rather unstable financial situation? And don’t have a ton of free time for art. Any big projects are gonna take a While, or id need to find a way to use it or something adjacent to fund, y’know, Rent. That being said, I’m definitely writing the emduo prequels, both as movie scripts and as novels, as those are the films focused on, yknow, My Bois. I also think it’d be hilarious to release the novels and then the scripts and watch people Loose Their Minds over the ‘inaccurate adaptation >>:(‘

I’d absolutely love to work with other people in the fandom on this stuff, though I’ve never been the best at directly co-writing (my writing method and style is painfully specific (ie needlessly poetic) and I’m very autistic: I don’t like it when people touch that Specific Thing) but literally anything else? Im open ears. I love collabs.

and finally, I adore your name for the series, (excellent word choice there /srs, it fits perfectly with the symbolism of the whole story) and I think it works really Really well for the actual DSMP, but if I’m entirely honest… I’m not sure it fits the TCU? Like genuinely I’m so grateful for the suggestion, I love when people offer ideas and bounce things around like that. But one of the main things I tried to do with this concept was work out how the story could actually end Well. A deep-seated belief in the good-but-fallen nature of man, the importance of hope, and the inevitability of redemption kinda comes part and parcel with the whole Being-A-Christian Thing (if it doesn’t, you’re missing the Whole Point Of The Bible) and while the actual DSMP may have ended in broken dreams… this doesn’t. That was my first thought when writing that outline: This Is Going To End Well. Not for wish-fulfillment reasons, not because I’m naive or I don’t like bad endings, but because fundamentally, everything sad is a lie, and if the story has ended in tragedy, it hasn’t ended yet.

If I had to pick a series name now, I’m not sure what I’d pick. A part of me balks at referencing anything popularized by Our Local Redacted, but ‘unfinished symphony’ wasn’t his in the first place, it was from Hamilton. “The Finished Symphony” has a cool ring to it? I dunno. If anyone else has ideas please feel free to toss them in here aight, I’m not settling on anything for a While.

Anyways, thanks for Ted talking with me, drink water 💜

[mayo-productions]

WEEEEE MATEO IS REAL!!! I now await whatever reaction the public shall have. Jeez I should not be as attached to him as I am LOL. I haven’t drawn him much but I now have his story and the end of Arachnopi brewing in my head at all times, someone save me from these losers they’ve taken over my mind /hj. Anyways just gonna ramble now, enjoy :)

First of all, I know the name’s a mouth full LMAO. Both last names are just iconic so I had to keep em both. And obviously I had to give him another M name like his parents

Ok so I actually haven’t had the chance to read the 2099 comics (I KNOW IM SO SORRY FORGIVE ME FELLOW MIGUEL ENJOYERS) but I do know Miguel has a brother Gabriel so I used him as the parental figure for Mateo bc I can’t just have a 14 year old kid living by himself lol

The dimension numbers are literally random, I’m hoping that’s already not a real dimension in the spiderverse.

He obviously has notes of both Miguel and May in all aspects of his design, but I also wanted to make him his own dude so I gave him the eyebrow slit and earrings. I’m leaning towards him to be more reckless and an energetic handful, aka giving his “parents” more chances to scold him and act like actual guardians

ok his actual parents were in their late twenties and mid thirties when they had Mateo, aka NOT the age our Arachnopi is. Our Arachnopi is NOT fit to be in charge of a teen. It’s gonna be a tough learning experience for everyone lol

his actual parents were obviously not a hero and villain, they are civilian variants of May and Miguel who fell in love and had a kid. Despite them literally dying, they are the ideal happy ending of Arachnopi, our Arachnopi will not be so lucky… (mwahaha)

Even tho this is an ocxcanon ship, my brain is accidentally separating the Miguel I use for Arachnopi from the real Miguel from Atsv that I irl (unfortunately) still crush on. Idk how that’s even happening but I’m still trying hard to write him as canonical as possible, which is why after a while of Mateo being with them he [REDACTED DUE TO SPOILERS].

I can go on FOR AGES about what this means for Arachnopi but I’m gonna stop myself before I even start lol. So yeah, now we’ve got this barely functional multiversal family trying to enjoy the calm before the storm that is their fates. No I will not explain >:]

[sammygirlypop]

Halloween

I had a very INTERESTING conversation with my mom a few weeks ago. We were eating candy corn on the way to (REDACTED) and I said, "Maybe the reason there's no orange, yellow, and white pride flag is because it's the colors of candy corn." She randomly bursts out laughing half a minute later and yells "HALLOWEEN SEXUALITY" and I'm dying half a month later why is it still so funny. (It's not meant to be offensive to anybody, sorry if it is.) I just can't get over her saying Halloween Sexuality what is that like the gay ghosts "LGBTQUUUU" like what.

I was sleep deprived when this convo happened and so was she, sooo... (im also sleep deprived now you can't judge me if I said something wrong and if I did im so sorry.)

What would the gay ghosts sound like tho--

like instead of boo would they be saying LGBTQOOOOOoOOooooO?

[withoutapproval]

fuck you proana people so hard. fuck you. im redacted pounds im fucking skeletonizing over here. im thin bruising paper over fragile bones. im dying. YOURE dying. i need to eat a burger and so do you.

do you not feel weak??? do you not feel your body refusing to let you LIVE YOUR LIFE??? its not desirable its not sexy its not beautiful its literally DEATH IN SLOW MOTION. it is everywhere between painful to mildly inconvenient, from the stomach aches that make me puke and the fact i cant carry anything in my pockets without being fucking pantsed. fuck you fuck your “body positivity” fuck your skinny thin waiflike pixie body and fuck mine too i hope we all gain 50 pounds and shut up FOREVER.

i cant wait for me to finally fucking force myself out of this hole my eating disorder has put me in and you all need to get out too.

[messenger-of-stupidity]

Anemia

Okay I'm gonna do it. The spinner must be obeyed (except for that one time with Kody.)

CW: 20 to 0 to 100 real quick, angst, cursing, Imp Vincent type of things, Anemia symptoms, Vague reference to Vincent dying at the end, Imperium, my mom only proofread part of this but then i stopped bothering her with fixing my spelling and grammar mistakes

(im not kidding if someone wants to help me proofread this shit I will literally worship the ground you walk on.)

Redacted Masterlist

Summary: Death isn't always merciful and choices don't always lead where you want them to. You just have to roll with the punches. Or the bites, so to say.

Taglist: @pinksparkl @genderfluid-bastard @quads004

When you die, the first thing that sets in is how stupid you are. How stupid you were to put yourself in this situation. Even if it wasn’t your fault, even if you were just an innocent bystander in your own demise. Although how pathetic is that? Not even having any hand in your death, someone else taking the last choice you could ever make from your hands and leaving you helpless?

The next thing that sets in is the gravity of your new reality, however short it may be. You realize the end is coming, and not in a metaphorical sense of the future. When you’re born a bullet is fired at your heart. It seems so far away as you grow up. But when the end is there, you can see the bullet approaching. Too fast to dodge, too slow to do anything but watch it come. 

Time is the next thing to leave. It slows down, stretching seconds into hours. You stand there, lay there, sit, whatever you’re doing and are unable to move. You just have to let it happen to you. Even more pathetic. 

What was even worse was that Lovely was just trying to make their life better. They hadn’t wanted to be stuck in a life where they were treated lesser simply because of the circumstances of their birth. They had lived their childhood with fingers crossed for a miracle to happen. To feel that sharp tang of magic trying to pull them to some invisible barrier that any magic-users they came across talked about. But puberty had come and gone and they had still been the same. Small speck of rust along for the ride in the imperium machine. Only the empowered could hold a difference.

That hope had been returned when the new king was appointed after the death of his mother. The media had followed him for all of his life. The media had noticed his friendship with one of Lovely’s own kinds of people. The media had watched the couple have their first kiss in a car, cameras capturing it and plastering it all over the internet. A promise of a different kind of future. If one of the unempowered could be raised to such a high position, surely it meant more change for the rest of them?

But that was all a play of bureaucracy. A way to give false hope so the unimaginable didn’t occur. Nothing would change for Lovely. They had accepted that. But that didn’t mean they couldn’t force something. No external cause would come by chance. But they could seek out a chance.

They snuck out of their parents home, a hoodie on to protect them from the storm brewing overhead. Dark clouds blotted out the sun, the air heavy with the promise of rain. They left behind that city that had held them in the same place for so many years, following tales and stories of the abandoned. 

Leaves were scattered all over the ground, all wetted down from the rain a few hours ago. They wrapped their arms around themselves, unsure of where else to go. Overgrown greenery scaled over most of the metal machinery, bright paint faded from years of desertion. They walked further down the cracked asphalt paths, taking in the dark shapes of all the unused amusement park rides against the sky. 

None of the signs flickered. This place had been emptied of life for so many years. Yet, if they squinted hard enough they could imagine what this place might have been decades ago. Cheering and laughs as boyfriends tried and failed to win prizes for their lovers. Overjoyed screams of exhilaration when the rides carried people on a twisting adventure. Gone was the smell of rot, replaced with unhealthy fairground food. 

Lovely smiled as they skipped towards one of the ferris wheels. It loomed overhead, like some kind of silent sentry that still waited for someone to come ride one last time. The colored paint was peeling back from the metal, but the structure still remained whole for the most part. They climbed inside one of the cabins, sitting down and closing their eyes. They could imagine the way the music probably blasted as the wheel slowly spun, moving its rider to the heights where they could look over the whole of the park. They wondered if any couples had partaken in a shared kiss at the apex, lit up by the flashing lights below like in the movies. How many kids dropped something over the edge of the cabin to watch it hurtle towards the ground below when the parents weren’t watching and just trying to relax for whatever time they could?

They stepped out of the cabin, searching for another ride to let their imaginations run wild. They already forgot their original reason for seeking this place out. This place felt so detached from reality, it was easy to pretend that they occupied a different world. Like some alternate universe.

Their eyes locked on the pendulum ride several feet ahead. The painted sun in the middle was all but gone, but the shape still remained. The top of the pendulum had long since snapped off, but the corral still remained. They didn’t climb inside, simply standing in front of the structure. The line probably snaked all around, everyone wanting to experience that loss of gravity that came when the corral came rushing downwards once again. A drop tower stood proudly next to the ride, the seat locked a few feet above the platform. 

They moved towards it, fingers tracing the rusted metal frame. Their ears rang as they could practically hear the screams that came when the seats came rushing down. Their own heartbeat quickened as they imagined the slight stall at the top to build the anticipation.

“Boo.”

They should have moved away from that ride. No, they shouldn’t have come to park seeking out change. Insignificance would have been safer.

Insignificance wouldn’t have them pushed into a room in the basement of a house. Insignificance wouldn’t have made their hands turn red from how hard they banged against the door, voice cracking as they begged to be released. They never would have needed to hear Vincent’s teasing laughter on the other side, taunting them for their stupidity.

Lovely wrapped their shaking hands in their hoodie, cold set deep into their bones. The tips of their fingers have long since gone numb, but they can’t find in themselves to care. Vincent doesn’t. But they also don’t expect him to care. He just seeks out the bare minimum of care to make sure he can drink their blood. His “ambrosia”.

He doesn’t care when they whine of a headache, instead just biting deeper into their neck. He taunts them when they forget their own name, licking the trickling blood from their wrist. He laughs when they ask for ice every time he decides they were good enough to choose what food they want to eat. He doesn’t care about how their body is cold to the touch, or how their hands shake every time they stand up.

Lovely isn’t stupid. They know they’re dying. They’re stupid for going to the amusement park. They’re stupid for thinking it could have ended any other way.

They stare at the wall of their little room, trying to ignore the cries of the newest arrival in Vincent Solaire’s personal little blood bank. If they close their eyes, they can feel their body tilting and spinning even as their legs feel like lead in water. They tell themselves that they crave Vincent’s bite as a reminder that they’re still alive. He tries to tell them its because they like it. That they’re a rare kind of cattle.

They aren’t going to ever leave. They know that now, their hope having died when their tongue grew cracked in their mouth. They can see that bullet, but still they just lay on the mattress given to them as their captor moans into the bites he’s made on their body, drinking the crimson that feels more sluggish than fast-paced in their veins. They just want the bullet to pierce their heart to put an end to the blood that got them here.

Their nails are cracked and they try not to touch anything in case they break to the nailbed again. Vincent is talking to someone upstairs, they can hear it past the ringing in their ears. He’ll come back down once the meeting is over. He’ll sink his fangs into them and drink until they pass out. It only takes a half a minute or so. 

Thump.

They open their eyes, vision blurry as the sounds of arguing go silent. Did Vincent kill his stranger? It wouldn’t be the first time. 

The door opens and they expect to see familiar silver eyes. 

“Oh my god.”

[didsomeonesayventus]

lord the way i can write in circles about Alear and the visceral experience of [redacted]

(or, the wordbarf of “I am very unhinged about Alear how dare you assume im normal” ft. copious spoilers for like. chp 21 onward because I need tumblr to know I’ve already said most of this on twitter to some extent)

he finally got to experience love and how he finally started recovering from his trauma and how he was at his desperate, frantic wit’s end probably when he first struck sombron down how he probably felt cornered and would rather risk his life and everything else to simply be free of his father how he went in without an emblem and all alone and likely not telling Lumera the full plan probably terrified if he would come out alive 1v1-ing sombron with nothing but fuck it he would rather fight for a chance to live in peace than wait for his dad to find out how “defective” he is and dispose of him like so many siblings and lumera was probably going to stop him because it’s crazy it’s stupid it’s risky it’s not worth it she loves him and promises one day it will end don’t be rash and please hold on but!!!!!! god damn does someone have to try and he is tired of waiting for the chance to get better he cannot fucking take it anymore!!!!! he can’t sit there and wait and worry and be strong he has a sister out there who is at risk every second they carry on their little hidden charade! 

How PAINFUL it is to finally receive kindness and be forced to realize all these scars and all these days spent walking on eggshells is for NOTHING for even what had been kindness before pales in comparison how WOUNDED to realize how damaged you are simply trying to survive and how unfair it all must feel when kindness and love was simply that easy to choose and yet knowing your father would never, EVER be kind.

and contrary to having a gentle and honorable nature that only carried out sombron’s will to survive, coerced into such violence and desolation, the nature that is stilted and a thoughtless machine so he, too, does not join the ranks of failure, the nature that the hero king himself recalls as “You were kind, as you are now.”, despite that gentle, gentle core that somehow survived he has such malice for his father there is no mercy there is no kindness dare I say he- with only a little conflict and concern -relishes the opportunity to personally do his father in because after years of abuse and trauma there is finally catharsis and it pours from him like he is finally vomiting and coughing up the vile dregs of the poison in his system

finally hope that is so disgustingly blinding right in front of him and how he was SO CLOSE he was SO CLOSE to walking away from this he was sick and giddy and the thought that he was going to get away and be free and live happily with his mother and go find veyle and be SAFE and HAPPY FOR ONCE IN HIS LIFE and then ITS JUST. TAKEN. IN A SINGLE MOMENT.

how even saying himself the war is over and they don’t have to worry still accepting that he’s a Fell Dragon this is just WHAT HAPPENS as if he is not sitting there dying, struggling to breathe, having just ended a war that nearly wiped out the Divine Dragons, no doubt caused terror across the land, HAVING DONE A GENUINELY OBJECTIVELY GOOD THING THAT HE HIMSELF RECOGNIZED and still saying that Fell Dragons die in the end. how he is no better than the father laying only feet away who treated his children like tools and only spoke his name once when he was born. Lumera says he’ll just sleep and he’ll wake up and it will be fine and how he so subtly doubts that and still speaks as if this is his last chance, simply speculating how, if he does wake up, he wants to be like her AS IF HE ISN’T ALREADY FOR. YOU KNOW. ENDING THE WAR AND SLAYING THE PROBLEM DRAGON.

the way i pull at my hair and scream at the top of my lungs over how AWFUL alear had it and how VINDICATING it is to see him grow and love and rage and scream and cry and find his own way anD KILL HIS OWN SHITTY DAD WITH A LASERBEAM OF LOVE AND ALL THE FRIENDS HE’S MADE AND GETS TO BE DRAGON JESUS HAPPILY EVER AFTER

[finitevoid]

My mother was like. Your grandparents think you are prickly and private because you don’t talk about yourself. and I was like ok so today I was over there and I mentioned that the writing project I was working on broke 100k and everyone was very impressed and I felt like I was dying. and my cousin was like. soooo will we get to read this or.? And I felt like I was going to explode. I was like NO . and then I was like that was mean ok Hahahhahahaha ummm you wouldn’t want to. You don’t have any context. and they were all like ? and my mother just outed me. She was like. It’s fanfic. THANKS MOM. and then she was like when he makes something original you guys can read it :). ABSOLUTELY NOT. The only original media I write is horror novellas about gender THE PROTAGONIST OF MY LAST ORIGINAL PIECE HAD A FEVER DREAM AND DIED MID MISCARRIAGE mother nobody in our milquetoast [redacted state I live in] conservative traditional rural white family wants to read about cannibalism ALSO ALL OF ITS QUEER Do you think I write anything that won’t make them want to throw up???!!?? IM INSANE

[dreamcast-official]

ITS OVER FOR ME. [REDACTED] (GAY PEOPLE IM LOOKING AT) ONLY HAS. 97 FICS. WITHOUT APPLYING ANY FILTERS. DUDE IM DYING

[rarepairnation]

20 questions for writers!

tagged by @emyn-arnens literally over a month ago and im finally getting to it now lol much love thank you for continuing to tag me in things even though im the worst at doing them sometimes.

1. How many works do you have on AO3? 65 (15 of them are under my archive pseud though lol)

2. What’s your total AO3 word count? 265,381

3. What fandoms do you write for? actively writing for lotr, pacific rim, my secret little marvel rarepair

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos? these are so funny they're all my avatar work from before i remade on this blog. well throwback i guess. they're still dear to me.

open arms, atla sokka coming out to his dad

earth system history, atla sokka/zuko college au where zuko is an earth scientist

[redacted h*rry p*tter work from 2016]

love's not for show, atla bato/hakoda sokka creates a master plan to get his dad and bato to admit that theyre dating but they're NOT

knife loves heart, human loves human, james bond 007/q post-spectre fixit fic (my Only 00q and possibly also my only fixit fic?)

5. Do you respond to comments? i try so so so hard but the executive function that allows me to say anything coherent only comes around every so often lol

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? a couple contenders for this one but if we're talking strictly the ending probably i'm not leaving (til we make it home) (exu calamity patia & laerryn / patia & the ring of brass exploring her relationship with love and loneliness and finally being free to express how much she loves her friends only in the last hours of her life and dying happy for it).

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? also a couple contenders for this one but i feel like many of them are tinged with not a small amount of melancholy. so we are going with a big throwback to sun through open windows (atlok mako/wu plotless little morning routines fic that is about nothing in particular but also about realizing you have everything your younger self thought you would never have).

8. Do you get hate on fics? not in a long long time (like probably 7-8 years) thank god!

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? yes although none of it is published (yet). what kind? idk man whatever im horny about this month. ok but for serious. really been into character developing smut. do u know what i mean. i’m telling you something about who each of these people are and how they view each other through the way they fuck. this probably says quite a lot about me

10. Do you write crossovers? i'm not much for the kind where characters from different franchises Interact, but i am partial to taking some guys and translating them to a different setting. ah to put characters in a situation and watch as the fundamental core of their being stays the same....

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? hope not lol

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? not that i'm aware of!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? yes! we have not finished it but it's absolutely CORE thesis-level influential on my entire psyche. even if we never get back to it i'll think about it until the day i die and that is not an exaggeration.

14. What’s your all-time favorite ship? of ALL TIME? i straight up dont know if i can answer this one. ALL TIME???? my long-term emotional permanence is NOT good enough and my recency bias is too strong for this. ok i think the only way i can answer this is with the ship that has gotten the deepest into my psyche and my soul. which is yancytendo pacific rim. they. affect me. on a level i will probably never be able to fully explain. the 'giving a guy built only to be a thematic device a personality and a history and deep gut-wrenching grief' of it all. the 'you are in love with a guy who is doomed by the narrative and despite your best efforts it means that he is a personification of all the grief you carry inside of you' of it all. yancy becket you will live forever in my heart tendo choi you will ALWAYS be famous. augh. yeah i picked right

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

hmm probably something about the way you look tonight, my mallorytanner thesis statement fic, the genesis of which was genuinely a life-altering event to me. i was listening to the titular elton john song walking home from a general chemistry exam in the snow and i was struck so violently with An Image for truly the first time in my life. truly not ONCE before that moment had that happened to me. this was in my freshman year of college this fic has existed in various forms for going on FIVE YEARS. will it ever be done. GOD i fucking hope so. i actually do hold out hope for that one.

the one i am actually hopeless on ever finishing is orogenesis, the sprawling expanded stemverse pianjeong backstory au fic. the whole structure of it is quite clear in my head actually. i just didn't have the life experience to create the plot structure to go with the emotional beats when it generated itself in my mind in 2020-21 and now that i DO have it the problem is that the inciting event is incredibly clear to me and yet bears too close of a resemblance to. personal events and horrors. for me to ever finish it! i'll think about it forever though. creating and writing that au changed my life for real it was the longest thing i'd ever written and the best when i wrote it and it's still very close to my heart.

16. What are your writing strengths? characterization and character development baby. evocative use of metaphor in descriptions of both character and setting. lavish description.

17. What are your writing weaknesses? PLOT. cant create that from my brain and i rarely attempt it. i have plenty of stuff to write about that does not require it. relatedly not great at worldbuilding.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? generally don't do it much except for a stray word or two. i don't mind reading it though! tolkien fic writers who translate full sentences you are god's strongest soldiers.

19. First fandom you wrote for? ough this one will be embarrassing. entering the archive pseud. wait is it also tolkien that's funny. life is a circle in some ways. this is first fandom on my ao3 account btw. the VERY first one i wrote for...i will take that knowledge to the grave.

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

ah i feel like my answer for this one changes every time but i can't help it, i love many of my darlings equally. this time im giving the spotlight to life holds onto you, my chris pike & jim kirk post-star trek 2009 fic that is a few thousand words of 'what if your sort of son feared that you thought he was taking everything you ever wanted from you and he is right that you have thought that but you are learning how wrong you are.' i cried in the university library writing it and reread it recently and remembered it was good. recency bias baby

tagging the usual suspects @potatoesandsunshine @aaronstveit

[bratty-telepath]

Something i like in your redacted universe, is that everyone is dating everyone

It's all over the place

Darren is dating Sam but Sam is dating Sadhil and Sadhil is dating Milo whose dating Darren whereas he's is dating Guy

And i think i still haven't got the full picture yet

It's the biggest poly relationship I've ever read about, and im all for it

The word dating doesn't seem real anymore-

I have not been on Tumblr a hot second cuz I was doing hot girl shit (my job+running my channel) BUT I'm here now to deal with my asks!

To be quite frank, this isn't even the biggest this network gets seeing as how most of the pack just dates each other in my head.

All this is mostly me being a multishipper and then being polyamorous so I just find ways to tie things together. None of it is supposed to make sense (as I've been told it would be a logistical nightmare, and it is) but it's mostly just for my entertainment so I say "fuck the timeline, fuck the canon and fuck order, I do what I want", ya know?

Really and truly, dating is just dating, relationships are fluid and people can have more than one relationship and it can be ok once everyone consents.

With hardly any poly rep in media besides a few scarce examples that don't get thrown to the side as a minor plotline or end with everyone dying–I've decided to take the dolls Erik put on the table and play with them.

[just-eyris-things]

personally I'm DYING to read gw2 my immortal

Im having it peer-reviewed on saturday night and then I still need to get some thumbs up from some people about certain parts of the fic so when I get an "all clear" i will probably put it here or on my AO3 or both and then I will spectacularly die from shame that something like that came from me.

For now, all I can do is give you chapter one of what I call "Your Mortal", it's below the cut and my dignity is 5 metres in the ground-

Chapter 1

AN: thanks to my guildiezzzz for introducing me to my immortal and inspirigng me to write this. Special thankz to my beta reader [redacted] from tumblr and [redacted] from discord for sending me link to complete reading of my immortal

Hi my name is Ivory Light’ness Rememberance Swan Path and I have midbac long ivory hair (that’s how I got my name) with pink streaks and my eyes are blue like Gornag’s corruption. I am a werewolf but not ugly like a nornwolf but a cute one. I’m also a smart girl and I go to Queensdale Academy in Kryta and I will graduate soon - I’m nineteen. Im a prep and I am also a furry if you didn’t know - I am a werewolf with a cute ivory tail and I like Rytlock Brimstone, but that’s a secret so keep it to yourself you fucking goth trash :) Today I put on a white-ish green shirt with pink and orange flowers with puffed up sleeves at the bottom, white-ish green thigh highs and a pink skirt that is way too short for a decent lady from a good household such as myself, but I was on a mission - a mission to steal hearts. With pink lipstick on, i walked across the courtyard of the academy. I saw that shitty goth logan thaceray stare at me so i seductively flipped my hair at him. You can watch but you can’t touch. Also, logan was known for dating queen jennah, the founder of the academy, so i dont know why he was checking me out. Dirty homewrecker will be smitten by gods one day, for that I pray! I continued walking.

“Hey Ivory!” i heard and looked over my shoulder. I couldnt believe. It was… canach!!!!

“Oh, hello Canoch” i said and in2uired “how are you on this lovely day”

Canach is a hot goth-turned prep. I am so happy for him. Even a sinner like canak can be saved by the six. Yes, he is bald, but i dont mind thay/t. For me he will wear a wig. Some pink sylvari was shaved recently so there will be plenty of leaves for a wig for canach. 

“I’m blessed by the six and my beloved mother,” he smiled at me like a gentleman he was. I blushed.