#arghwrites

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demeaning fictional characters by having people call kaine things like "the pink tarantula" instead of something cool like "egodeath"

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taking a break from my monstrously large AU to work on a very self-indulgent fairytale oneshot ft. Kaine as a Rapunzel-esque figure and Ben as his (platonic) rescuer, because I made an offhand comment about Kaine's hair while talking to someone and was seized by the concept 😂

i'll post a snippet:

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That night, Ben slipped away during dinner—wolfed his food down and excused himself to explore as the sun set and purple marlins swarmed the sky…

…except for the airspace around that strange bronze tower.

There was a man outside, across the field, silhouetted in the darkness. Ben crept low to the ground and kept his distance, careful not to be seen as he followed the stranger up the hill toward the tower.

He'd left his chatelaine inside, of course (no need for sewing scissors out in the fields, anyway) but the good luck charm Peter had given him, he'd fastened to his boot, a comforting little weight.

Just in case.

Up the path, to the gate…

Ben hid out of sight and peeked around the brambles to watch as the man he'd trailed up to the tower shed his cloak and—suddenly—was no longer a man at all.

The glamor fell away to reveal some kind of ogre or fae monster, with wide bat-like ears and long limbs; taloned fingers and clawed feet, green skin in the falling dusk almost the same color as the pine needles in the trees, strangely waxy.

The monster called out: "Kaine!"

Ben's breath caught in his chest, eyes wide.

It couldn't possibly be…

The monster shifted, tilted its head, and Ben held himself as still as could be,

A moment passed.

The tension dropped, and again—

"Kaine! Let down thy hair so that I may climb up!"

Above—a backlit outline against the golden glow from inside the tower—a figure moved.

The long braid that fell down from the window caught the fading sunset, highlighted in a flash of copper and fastened with a hook. Its bearer was silent, and remained in shadow as the being who must have been the Jackal—a boogeyman from Ben's childhood—leapt up and grabbed hold, using the length of hair like a rope to scale the smooth side of the tower.

Kaine's braid was unhooked and drawn up, and they disappeared from view.

The Jackal spoke some words, quiet and unintelligible from this distance, and even lower received a response, equally undecipherable.

Ben could feel his heart hammering in his throat, and slipped away.

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the dramatic reveal lol

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the end

https://nadiarwendt.wordpress.com/2019/02/01/place-15-automated-song/

[softgrungeprophet]

windowverse houston fic pissing me off because i'm pretty sure it's like 50k but it's only half or maybe two thirds finished and full of all this pretentious prose i like a lot but can't post because it's not dooooone

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the real challenge of writing is stuff like trying to figure out ways to make "protagonist in the hospital" not boring

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(windowverse) putting lespedeza bicolor and moonflowers in Miles Warren's yard for very innocent and definitely legal reasons*

*definitely not for DMT and Datura or anything

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writing out notes for future AU stuff involving kaine while on a suboptimal dose of my adhd meds is a really good way to be both obsessively absorbed in unimportant details like hypothetical author portraits for something I probably won't even write about And Also wildly self-conscious, because obviously the other gay internet nerds are going to make fun of me for being too into something self-indulgently weird

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why accomplish any kind of progress when i can instead delineate windowverse kaine's hypothetical career as a published poet for some fucking reason

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windowverse really is just a giant au about mostly violence, sex(ual hang-ups), and drugs

(to be fair a huge chunk of it is also just normal soap opera romance, but with superpowers)

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i do think it's a little funny when people insist that writers who do dark stories must also be sick and twisted™ 'cause i spend like every other sentence when i write miles warren going "oh god i hate him so much he's so creepy ugh ew" lmao

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realized i accidentally recycled some dialogue between the parksborn puppy play fic and my psykofactor pony play stuff but tbh it's to be expected a little bit

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man just realized i am kind of invoking a small element of the "evil twin in the attic" trope (or basement in this case) with the windowverse clone stuff, in some ways, which all things considered isn't unfitting

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amusing myself

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also working on the 2012 clonefic sucks mostly because it's very hard not to slip up and type "Ben" instead of "Peter" or "Abel" or whatever.... need to scour this shit with a fine toothed comb just in case i missed any...

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internal crisis as I try to write a scene in which peter and ben are both present, and both called peter... ben is having his "i'm not peter parker" crisis but nonetheless, omg, fucking dying here trying to phrase my way around two peters

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hmmmmmmmm...