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james-sunshine-potter · 2 years

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All the many things and quirks of Steve Harrington:

A list comprised by Eddie Munson.

> He can’t sleep in the dark. He has to have at least a lamp on before going to bed. He nor I are sure what that stems from. (It bugged me at first I can’t lie, but we tried one night to keep all lights off… and Steve didn’t sleep at all, he just laid there awake for 12 hours. TWELVE FUCKING HOURS AND THEN HE WENT TO WORK ON NO SLEEP! it’s safe to say we kept the lamp on after that…)

> He doesn’t like it when the sun is in his eyes. He carries his sunglasses everywhere and will get annoyed when he forgets them in the car.

> He can only eat one thing on his plate at a time. Like if he’s got chicken, salad and chips, he’ll eat the chips in one go, then the chicken and then the salad. Things can’t mixed nor touch.

> He likes it when I stroke his hair whilst he falls asleep. He doesn’t even realise I do this, as he goes on and on about how he falls asleep better when sleeping with me. But it’s because I have learnt how to make him relaxed. (I also really like his hair. It’s so soft, like ridiculously soft. It’s meant to be petted, sue me).

> He opens his mouth when he thinks. Some days I want to stick my finger in his mouth when he does that to see what he will do but I never do (I will one day).

> He’ll talk to old people on the street. But only if they start the conversation, obviously. God, old people love him. He opens doors for old lady’s and compliments their hair and fashion. He’s very polite.

> When he is uncomfortable, he’ll play with my rings. We once had a sit down conversation with his parents (don’t ask, it was horrible) but the entire time, Steve held my hand in his lap and played with my rings (still on my fingers) until my skin was sore. (I don’t mind).

> He has to sleep with the door closed. He physically can’t sleep with the door open. Like physically can’t. Or even be in his bedroom, or mine, without the door closed. (He doesn’t feel secure otherwise, which knowing what goes down in this town, i completely get).

> He exclusively wears boxers. Calvin Klein ones to be specific. When he stretched or reached up for something, you could see the waist band peak out the top. Wears boxer shorts (loose fitting ones you know) to sleep in.

> He zones out a lot more than he thinks he does. He says he doesn’t do it that often, but he just can’t bloody remember it! He’s zoned out through entire conversations and movies. (Thankfully he’s never done it behind the wheel…).

> He watches fights he’s not involved like it’s a tennis match.

> He hums whilst brushing his teeth. (Typically whatever is stuck in his head at the time).

> He slightly rocks when he trying to focus on something. (I noticed this when he was trying to focus on a movie we were watching, but he kept getting distracted).

> He squints, even when he wears his glasses (Which I have to bully him to do).

> He picks at the skin around his nails when nervous. I have physically hold his hand to stop him. (Which, obviously, I don’t mind. But man, you should see hims fingernails they’re gross…).

> He pees like clockwork. He gets up at the say time in the night to pee. I can tell when he’s properly exhausted if he sleeps through it. (It’s 3am by the way).

> He doesn’t have nosebleeds often, but when they happen, oh do they happen. Blood gets everywhere, like lots of blood where it’s concerning. He went through an entire box of tissues and ruined a top once. He nearly fainted once (like wobbly steps, foggy eyes, went white as fuck… scary as shit).

> He can’t listen to something and count or read at the same time. If he needs to count something and has the radio on, he’ll turn it off, count out aloud and then turn it back on. If I show him something, I can’t talk until he finishes reading it or otherwise he won’t take it in. (I’m totally the same though).

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trashcanwithsprinkles · 5 months

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Ive seenyou mention wuxia a few times now and i wonder what that is. Would you mind explaining it to me?

not the most qualified person to explain this as i'm not, in fact, from china; but i've read a couple of wuxia so here goes:

wuxia is a genre of fiction from china specifically, about martial artists in ancient china. i don't think a specific time period is like required? obviously some dynasties are more popular but idk how it goes in that front. it just has to be Not Today and probably Too Long Ago. like pre industral revolution i think. again idk if that's a requirement, but most i've seen are from around the same relative murky pre-electricity era.

xianxia is a subgenre of wuxia that's specifically more fantasy-like, and it's not just martial arts, but also spiritual powers and cultivation (which i have no fucking clue how to explain without two hours and three tangents other than chinese magic system. if you've ever heard of chi/qi as an energy, it appears there). so like- genshin is by all accounts a xianxia, it just doesn't use the more common specific xianxia terms like cultivation. some of those are very weird to translate and probably not common for the average non-wuxia reader, so it makes sense why they're going for alternatives.

chongyun and xingqiu and xianyun are very much straight out of a xianxia. xianyun's entire story quest was the closest genshin has gotten to a straight xianxia plot so far. i highly reccomend ashikai's video on unnecessary visions if you want more info on why genshin is a xianxia hahah

cyanide narwhal has some talk of some stuff from xianxia, but that's mostly because well- fucking liyue, that's how it works there. the whole light energy striking down someone who's getting powerful and giving them godhood if they survive the strike is, while not exactly like that, something that happens in some xianxia as well. like the way adepti work in general is just very xianxia. ashikai does a much better job explaining it than i do tbh but yeah

TL;DR: wuxia is chinese martial arts fiction in ancient china, and xianxia is a wuxia subgenre with more magic elements. also genshin is a xianxia

#i was going to recomend some xianxia if you're curious but like #genuinely don't know which one is a good starting point #like i'm tempted to say just dive headfirst into mdzs like most of us did but like #is mdzs the best place to start if you know nothing? unsure #genuinely #given how it's made to feel more lighthearted and formatted more like it's a fucking videogame #svsss might be a good launching pad #but tbf it's been a while since i read it #also it has unskippable sex scenes (i think??) so like- if you don't want to read that you're kind of out of luck there #not that mdzs doesn't have that either but they're not literally Plot Relevant. like the plot does not hinge on their horizontal tango #there's probably a good wuxia to start out there but i can't really remember right now #like mdzs is the easiest to recomend bc it's trial by fire and you're going to come out of the other end knowing like 80% of it all #plus it's not nearly as traumatizing as some of the other options #and it's so easily accessible it's almost funny #like take your pick: novel. live action. animation. audio drama. comic #it's fucking everywhere and the fandom is fucking huge so that's a giant plus #but that doesn't change the fact that idk if you can watch a couple episodes to get a feel for the wuxia genre. like would that work??#so i guess i'll leave that to everyone else to comment with any recomendations if they have a good one #for like an introductory work #or just decide mdzs is just the easiest point of entry. that can always be it. i mean we all made it anyway

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waywardsalt · 2 months

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rough rough draft of chapter 1 of the bellum x linebeck fic

Though the storm had passed and the sun finally shown upon the sea again, Linebeck felt gloomy. He leaned against his ship’s rope railings and stared at the horizon. The night before, the pounding of the rain had put him at ease. Now, the bright afternoon had brought back that familiar anxiety. After some thinking, Linebeck pushed himself away from the railing and resolved to begin his morning chores.

As the only person on his ship, it was up to Linebeck to take care of it- and he wouldn’t have wanted it any other way. He knew his beloved steamship like the back of his hand, and he collected a bucket as he blinked the last of the sleep from his eyes. Firstly, he gathered seawater to dump into the engine’s storage tank. The ship was drifting at the moment, but once Linebeck would turn it on, the heat would build up in the engine and the water would boil and evaporate and build up steam to get the wheels moving.

Linebeck knelt at the lowest edge of the deck and dunked the bucket into the water for the ninth- tenth? - time. He’d have to do some extra engine maintenance before he got moving. He’d been traveling during the entire storm, likely pushing the engine to its limits. But after the water gathering, Linebeck checked the hull for barnacles and scratches, checked the railings for damaged rope, checked his food and water supplies, barely giving himself a moment of rest while he went through the familiar motions.

Since he began sailing, Linebeck’s life had been altogether monotonous and unpredictable. His ship was one he had designed himself, and knew better than anyone else how to take care of and operate it. He had no desire to take on a crew, and knew from experience that they’d only hold him back- trying to teach new people how to work his ship was incredibly tedious and often led to them making mistakes and doing more harm than good. The last bastard he’d temporarily hired and bothered to teach about his ship- Linebeck scowled and shook his head. Not even worth thinking about, now.

The storm had replenished his fresh water supply. It had been bad enough to obscure visibility across the sea, so Linebeck had done some fishing. If he cared for gods, he would have thanked one that he made it through without getting sick.

He didn’t need a crew. Linebeck hadn’t had a long-term crew member for what- seven years now? They just made him feel uneasy and he could never muster up the patience to put up with them.

Or maybe he kept finding the wrong people. That had certainly happened before. He was never particularly good with other people. Linebeck was almost certain that he’d made a good few new enemies just in the last month. His eyes scanned the horizon as he walked back out onto the deck. Linebeck tightened his grip on his mop’s handle. He was totally alone. And yet his skin prickled with unease.

“…No point worrying,” he mumbled to himself. He started mopping the deck, forcing himself to keep his eyes trained on the wood. His last chore of the morning was always the most soothing. He moved slowly and rhythmically, beginning at the prow and slowly making his way back to the cabin. His ship was small, though large enough to be comfortable for him. The deck sloped upwards a few feet from the cabin and plateaued, about a foot higher and better to accommodate the rooms and machinery beneath.

The air was warm and humid; Linebeck brushed his hair out of his face and behind his shoulders. He considered removing his coat, but he was nearly done mopping- no point in wasting the time. The heat was never a big issue for him. He was perfectly suited to the sea, and Linebeck felt more than confidant handling every aspect of this life on his own. No problems whatsoever. No good reason for the anxiety that refused to leave his mind.

Maybe there was a good reason, the same reason why he kept scanning the horizon.

Finished mopping the deck, Linebeck turned to admire it. The storm had cleaned it well enough, but now that the sky was clear he wasn’t just going to cut out part of his morning routine.

With everything done for the morning, Linebeck gathered up his mop and the bucket and moved to put them away. The bucket would be dumped out and left with other containers in the storage room, the mop left in the engine room… and then the engine would need to be started up. The nearest inhabited island was two days away (with good conditions), so while Linebeck had no need to get going right that moment, he felt safer with the engine running.

To get the engine started, Linebeck pulled a lever by the wheel up and waited a moment as he heard the hissing of steam start, and then stop. He knelt down in front of the storage tank. Enough water for the day, that was for sure. He withdrew his matchbox from a pocket in his coat and struck a match, humming idly to himself as he tossed it in the space below the water. It would only be a few minutes before the ship could get going; over the years, Linebeck had gone back and forth on the design of the engine, and managed to make it especially efficient with different materials and methods, and was quite proud of it. While the water heated up, he shut the tank door and sat back, resting a moment.

He’d gotten… some sleep last night. He’d dreamed briefly, and didn’t feel as terrible as he usually did. Some sleep. Better than no sleep at all. Linebeck laid down on the floor and stared up at the ceiling. He stared at the winding pipes at the tops of the walls and then shut his eyes. If he was lucky, he could perhaps find a few minutes to nap. Just a few minutes…

The ticking of the machinery around him slowly faded in as the engine properly started up. The sound melted into with the noise of the ocean outside, and Linebeck felt his anxieties ease. The familiarity of his daily routine eased his mind like nothing else.

The next island was north of his position… Linebeck let out a long breath. He’d have to at least position his ship facing north, and get started within the hour. He sat up and stretched. If he got started now, he could reach the island by late tomorrow. The engine was ready to go, and Linebeck smiled to himself as he fiddled with some of the smaller levers and switches, listening to the subtle changes in the ticking and clicking around him.

He paused when he heard up an unfamiliar noise. Linebeck stilled his hands, suddenly feeling cold.

Without thinking, Linebeck kicked the engine into proper operation and after a moment, the wheels on either side of the ship started turning and he quickly steered the ship in the opposite direction of that odd sound. He heard it again, from outside his ship- the unmistakable sound of cannon fire, and Linebeck was not brave enough to stop and check to see if it was aimed at him.

It was usually aimed at him, anyways.

Linebeck steered his ship away and locked the wheel in place; he felt his heart pounding in his chest as more muffled canon fire reached his ears. One sounded closer than the rest, and he managed to tear himself away from the wheel and run up to deck. Running away was nice, but he needed to know where to run away to.

It seemed like he was getting chased more and more. Linebeck figured he ought to start a list of the crews that had it out for him; that was something to do once he was safe. He stumbled out onto the deck and leaned over the rope railing, staring at the southern horizon. Sure enough, he could see a pirate ship in the distance heading his way, and the wind was in their favor.

Linebeck gripped the railings until the rope started to dig into his skin. The hell did he do to them? He recognized the decorated sails as the sails of the ship that’d been pursuing him before the storm. Their captain was one he’d cheated out of several hundred rupees in poker- or was that a different crew? No time to think it over while they got closer and closer. More cannon fire rang out, and Linebeck jumped back as the cannonball splashed into the water dangerously close to his ship.

Sailing in a straight line was a terrible idea. Better to leverage his steamship’s advantages and focus on disrupting their aim. Linebeck wildly looked around. No rocks or islands in sight. His best hope was to run for it and hope that either they’d run out of cannonballs or the wind would die down. He raced back inside.

He was just one man; why did all of these pirates decide that being slighted by him once marked him as the biggest threat to them on the entire Great Sea? Pirates were so petty. He flinched when he heard a muffled splash and felt the ship rock. Linebeck gripped the wheel tightly and started turning the ship west, his sweaty hands almost slipping off. He gritted his teeth as the cannon fire sounded closer and the ship rocked again.

The last time he’d been pursued like this, a cannonball had burnt his hull and cost him several days of sleep. Linebeck turned the ship far enough around to spy the pursuing pirates again; the moment he heard the cannon fire again, he spun the wheel to sail in the opposite direction. Turning was slow, but his ship never stopped moving. He’d had nightmares about one of the wheels being damage, and Linebeck felt weak in the knees just thinking about it.

As the pirate ship slipped out of view, the waters around his ship were more violently disrupted, and Linebeck yelped as his ship was more violently rocked by the waves. There was no cannon fire, no sound of a cannonball hitting the waves- and the water was clearly churning too violently for it to have been a cannonball. He clung to the steering wheel for dear life, his knees nearly buckling underneath him, and the cacophonous sound of an especially large wave made him wince. The ship rocked again, but still no cannon fire. Instead, Linebeck picked up a new muffled noise.

…Splintering wood?

The wood of his own ship was fine, there was no motion asides from the violent waves rocking his ship, but the distant splintering continued, and with it, faraway screams. For the second time in barely five minutes, Linebeck’s curiosity prevailed over his fear. On shaky legs he stumbled up onto his deck- slick with water that had poured onboard, and nearly fell over the railings when he reached them.

The pursuing pirate ship was being torn apart by something. Something had pulled the main mast down and split it in half, tearing through the sails and ripping the vessel in half. Linebeck squinted, hardly seeing anything that could be causing it, then caught a glimpse of what looked like a thick black rope curled around the prow, tearing it clean off and dragging it into the sea. The way those ‘ropes’ moved; Linebeck slowly slid down into a crouch as he realized that a sea monster was what was attacking that ship.

One pirate jumped from where the prow had been, likely trying to escape and swim away, but a black tentacle shot out of the water and grabbed them midair and yanked them below the water. Linebeck felt frozen to the spot, more than grateful that he wasn’t the creature’s target, but he feared that if he took advantage of the chaos and sailed away, he would be attacked next.

The pursuing ship began to sink, and the sharp cracking of wood was piercing as it reached Linebeck’s ears. The hull was torn in two, more tentacles appearing to crush them into unsalvageable wreckages. The fear that shot through Linebeck urged him to straighten back up. He started to hurry back into the engine room, but stopped in his tracks as the tentacles withdrew back into the water.

The pirate ship’s remains slowly sank, survivors clinging to any floating pieces. Linebeck stared at the water around his ship. That… thing had stopped. That sea monster that he and those pirates had the misfortune to disturb.

That sea monster- Linebeck had researched every possible hostile creature that had been seen on the Great Sea, and that certainly had to have been one of them. He grabbed onto his railing again, feeling too sick to move his gaze from the sinking ship down to the waters just below him. He stood at the end of the railing, steady on the sloping deck despite the way his limbs shook and his heart hammered in his chest.

There was a sea monster in these waters. It had just wiped out an entire pirate crew in hardly a minute. From what Linebeck could recall, that pirate crew was rather prepared and experienced, and their ship certainly wasn’t some glorified piece of driftwood. This wasn’t just an overgrown gyorg or some other typical sea monster- he was at the mercy of the kind of sea monster that had stories passed around. The kinds that endured for decades or even centuries and were either worshipped or feared. He’d never seen a regular sea monster that had those kinds of tentacles and was that quick and deadly.

One of the stranded pirates was suddenly and violently pulled under water. Linebeck lowered himself back down to a crouch, staring at the now-empty patch of water. After a few moments, a faint red hue bloomed from deep under the surface.

I’m going to die.

The thought seemed to echo in Linebeck’s head. It wasn’t a thought he was unfamiliar with, but it was much, much more frantic now than ever. He was going to drown or be eaten. Even if he got out unscathed, his ship likely wouldn’t, and that sounded just as bad as if he got injured. Linebeck shakily stared down at the water mere feet from him. Every tiny wave and ripple in the water heightened his anxiety, and his mind raced. Another pirate was pulled under the water, eaten, and the waters were still for a moment. Then, there was a subtle ripple further away from the wreckage and closer to Linebeck’s ship.

How do I get out of this?

Linebeck’s terror forced him to his feet, and he raced into his ship’s cabin. That monster was more than capable of catching up with that pirate ship, and Linebeck stumbled on his way down the stairs as his ship rocked slightly.

This monster was capable of killing and catching him with ease, and it tore apart that pirate ship with ease, and it was eating the survivors, and Linebeck was up next if he didn’t think fast. His feet brought him into his ship’s cramped kitchen, and he stood still in the doorway for a moment. His fear and quick-thinking seemed to crash into each other, and his mind went blank as he stared around. Linebeck switched his attention from his utensils to the fish he’d recently caught and had yet to clean to the cupboards. Why the hell had he run here?

The sea monster killed all of the pirates. It was probably chasing after him now. It tore apart the ship, and… ate the pirates. Ate the pirates. Linebeck stared at his recently-caught fish. There were a pair of smaller amberjacks he’d picked up during the storm, a seabass he had a few different plans for, and then a large loovar he’d been planning to sell. He suddenly felt itchy looking at that loovar. He was going to sell it. It was a large, pristine loovar, with sleek, undamaged scales and was over five feet long and took up the entire counter that fit in the narrow kitchen. It was valuable and would net him a good sum of rupees at the next island he docked at.

Linebeck’s ship rocked again, violently enough to knock him off balance. The terror finally mixed with his quick thinking and he grabbed and yanked the loovar off the counter, stumbling a moment under its weight. He slung it over his shoulder and hauled it up the stairs, his shoulder aching before he was even in the engine room. Goddesses, his coat was going to reek if he made it out of this alive.

He paused to grab his mop and tuck it into the crook of his elbow and stumbled a bit, stubbornly keeping the fish from touching the floor. The ship rocked under his feet again, and Linebeck shuddered and hurried out onto the deck. The water around his ship’s hull ripped every few moments, and Linebeck didn’t hesitate in letting the loovar drop onto the wood. He kicked it off the deck, and it fell unceremoniously into the water and floated barely a few inches from the hull- too close.

With the mop he prodded at it and sent it floating slowly away from his ship. And so, Linebeck huddled at the edge of his deck, leaning against his mop for support. For just a moment, the waters were still. The loovar bobbed on the water’s surface and the sunlight glinted off its scales. Linebeck exhaled slowly. For all he knew, the monster could have already left. He could probably grab the loovar if he was careful.

Linebeck started to reach back out with the mop, but drew it back as the water around the loovar suddenly started to ripple. The rippling grew more furious, and the water began to bubble and small waves started rushing out from around the fish- a dark shape was just barely visible deep in the water. The shape rushed to the surface, and Linebeck only got the quickest glimpse before falling backwards onto the deck as the largest waves yet set his ship violently rocking.

It was huge, easily half the size of his ship, and a stunning yellow. For the split second he saw it, Linebeck couldn’t discern any detail, but he didn’t miss the mouth full of sharp teeth that engulfed the loovar. Linebeck had fallen onto his back and didn’t dare move as the sea calmed down, the blurry image of the beast burnt into his mind. He stared up at the sky and realized that the fear in his chest had eased. Had he appeased the creature? The rocking of his ship slowly stopped, and he felt he was in no hurry to get up.

There was a slight splashing, and Linebeck jolted upright. He stared off the edge of the deck, at where the loovar had been floating. It stared back at him. The sunlight glinted off its yellow body, greenish in some spots, and golden in others. Under the water, the rest of it was just a murky shadow. In its mouth, encircled by those teeth, was an eye that stared back at him, the tiny pupil within a burning yellow and orange, surrounded by deep black. A monstrous eye, and one that Linebeck could’ve sworn he’d seen somewhere. Something about the thing’s unblinking gaze made a sense of visceral horror return to Linebeck, and before he could think it through, he scrambled to his feet.

The creature didn’t move in the water, but its eye followed his movements. Despite the hammering of his heart, Linebeck couldn’t tear his gaze away from that eye. His limbs felt locked in place, and his breathing came in in ragged gasps and he realized just how bad his situation had gotten. There was no way that loovar was enough to save him. He’d seen the way the creature had torn apart that pirate ship. He’d seen the way it had grabbed and killed those pirates. There was nothing keeping it from killing him next.

Then, without any sound but the sounds of the water, the creature sank down into the ocean and out of sight.

Linebeck immediately hurried back into his cabin, just barely remembering to snatch up his mop.

He wasted no time in getting his ship up and running again, and set a course for the island before even thinking of relaxing. Linebeck anxiously surveyed the sea as he steered the ship away, but spotted nothing out of the ordinary.

…Maybe the loovar had satisfied that… thing. Linebeck tried not to think much about it. But his nerves were still shot by the encounter, and he stiffly steered until the sun began to set.

He didn’t anchor the ship until stars glittered in the sky. Linebeck moved gingerly around his ship, half expecting that monster to return. But the evening was quiet, and Linebeck eventually felt relaxed enough after doing his rounds. He collected every book he had that mentioned sea monsters and went out on deck to read and rest.

Linebeck rested against the prow. He set the books in his lap and started flipping through each one, quickly skipping through what turned out to be a catalogue of common seafaring enemies, and finding a short collection of short stories based on powerful creatures around the world. As the sun dipped further below the horizon, Linebeck finally reached a much more informative book- one that had been gathering dust at the edge of the shelf- and flipped through more slowly, inspecting each illustration. Dragons, sentient plants, fish creatures, and Linebeck slowed down upon reaching the chapter reserved for deities. It didn’t take long for him to turn a page and find a familiar illustration.

It was little more than a collection of sketches, but that eye was unmistakable. Linebeck leaned over the book with a small spark of triumph in his heart. He was right- it was one he’d heard of before, a creature named ‘Bellum’. Apparently a powerful, demonic sea monster.

Linebeck felt a faint shiver down his spine and he sat up and stared off across the sea. He shut the book and gathered up the rest. Back in the cabin, he locked the door out, and hesitated with his hand on the knob. That nearby island was his destination, a small island with a small town that he’d been for. He needed supplies, needed to restock on food and parts and whatever else eluded him at the moment.

He double-checked the lock and silently headed down into the storage room. Linebeck left the volume with the information on Bellum on the table, and put the rest back on the bookshelf behind the thin bar that kept them from falling out.

Bellum.

Linebeck turned and stared at the book on the table. In the dim light of the few lit lanterns in the room, the book seemed almost ominous with its dark cover and elaborate spine. Where had he picked this one up? Was it one from home, or something he’d bought on a whim a while ago? Either way, it was worth reading through and taking notes on- even if the information he wanted seemed to only take up two pages.

Linebeck idly rubbed his hands together. The only indication of his lingering anxiety was the thin layer of sweat on his palms. Most sea monsters were known through shared stories and rumored sightings. Once he got all he could from the book, he could start asking around at islands. With any luck, though, he wouldn’t have to see that thing again.

#my writing #cant remember the other tag and i do NOT have time to check #uhhhhhh would greatly appreciate feedback/constructive criticism #just know that ill disregard anything related to the story bc thats set in stone- looking more for stuff with the actual prose #or a bit on how linebeck is written (he doesnt feel. anxious. enough so i will ahve to work on that)#if the formatting is fucked then idk. when i posted that warriors thing a while back it fucked up the formatting then too #tbh. not feeling as bad abt this as i wqs before giving a quick editing read through. i still think it needs some real work tho #‘with any luck though he wouldn’t have to see that thing again’ <- thoughts of a guy whos gonna fuck that thing by the end of the year #depends on your definition of fuck ig. i know whats going and i think fuck is a bit if an exaggeration but its also funny #anyways i haved mixted feelings on this but i do really want to improve it so. this aint ff.net or ao3 but id appreciate uh. replies?#whatever here its just shy of 4k words iirc #long post

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kindlythevoid · 1 month

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Y’ALL I’M HOLLERING DO YOU KNOW WHAT I JUST REALIZED!?!?

all these ppl are out here asking for more Wade breaking the fourth wall in fanfics

AND YOU KNOW WHAT WOULD BE THE BEST WAY TO DO THAT????

GOOD-OL’-FASHIONED AUTHOR-CHARACTER INTERACTIONS IN THE AUTHOR’S NOTES

I’M TALKING BREAKS IN THE FIC WITH A (W/N: I hijacked the author’s note. THEY might be the author, but this story is about ME.) OR IN THE BEFORE/AFTER OF THE FIC WITH A

Wade: You really thought you escaped these interactions back in 2010s fanfic.net?? Really!?!? Author: -_-

LIKE TELL ME THAT CRINGE NOSTALGIA TRIP WOULDN’T BE P E R F E C T FOR WADE’S FOURTH WALL BREAK!!!

#I wasn’t originally planning on writing any Deadpool fics #But if no one else incorporates this idea I might just have to #Idk how or about what but that’s just how it’s gonna be #\_(ツ)_/#deadpool #x-men #fanfic #w/n does in fact stand for wade's note as opposed to author's note #it could also be d/n - deadpool's note I suppose XD #the formatting for this is off but I believe it gets my point across XD #just yelling into the void

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karkatting · 1 year

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DIRK: Hey, Rox. Random question, for no reason in particular. DIRK: I was wondering if you knew if trolls normally purr or not? ROXY: huh ROXY: i mean sometimes yea i think so ROXY: at least meulin does anyway nd i dont think its her cat thing DIRK: I see. DIRK: Do you… know why they do it? ROXY: well i cant say for sure cus im no troll expert or anything ROXY: but meu only rly does it when were snugglin in a pile or something ROXY: so i guess its like similar to cats in a way ROXY: they feel comfy and happy and shit ROXY: its pretty cute tbh DIRK: Oh. ROXY: whats up d DIRK: Nothing. ROXY: u gettin some purrs outta kankri or somethin DIRK: …No. ROXY: ehehehehe lol ROXY: yall are so cute DIRK: You’re assuming there’s something going on between us, which there isn’t. DIRK: We aren’t anything. ROXY: uh huh ok ROXY: congratz on the purrs tho that guys like a brick wall ROXY: if anyone coulda gotten that out of him itd be you DIRK: Yeah. Sure.

#alphaswitch au #dirkkri implied lmao #roxlin also implied #testing out the chat format for posting my logs idk lmk how it is #also is there any way to get more text colors #logs

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active-mind-15 · 7 months

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Sometimes I feel like I want to do a one-shot series of Akashi just playing through switch games I think he'd like and how I would imagine he'd get through the game. But then other times I wonder, "Where the fuck would I even start something like that?"

#i've done a premise like this for a singular chapter in an old fic of mine from like 2015 or 2016 #so it's not like this is a format i'd be completely unfamiliar with #but i'd still have to play through a couple of games and get the general plot of them down before i do any writing #i don't like how i'm speaking about this as if i've already made up my mind #this is all my fault i should have never made that akashi videogame headcanon #but also idk i'm just trying to warm myself up to writing more frequently #kuroko no basket #akashi seijuro

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ask-douglas-3laf-absent20240914 · 5 days

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The walls which close around him now are not home. They are not cool, dark – a solitude of his choosing.

(The clicking sound of skulk his only company, but he is not lonely. He is frantic – he is as alive as he has ever been)

They are nothing. They are a void; surrounding him, consuming him, leaving him with nothing to spare save his thoughts. His body? The cool nothing which becomes him.

(His tongue is a slimy wet thing in his mouth; his fingers as treacherous as his creaking chest – and still he moves)

His daughter – she would be spared this, would she not? She is the victor, after all.

(aching hands; hours toiling in darkness. Something which would be his own – his very own)

They perished together in the last of it. Dust. Soulmates – yes, that was the word for it, the only word for what they have. Had? Is he gone too now? Does he linger in this nothing – in this between?

(Fear. He fears them. Disgust; how could he debase himself to be afraid of such a wretch? He will make them hurt just the same.)

There is darkness, and expansive nothingness – it stretches before him like a question. “What now?” It asks. The unbeating heart of a universe dead; her throes now spent.

(Sharp pain fades to a dull and throbbing ache; curiosity becomes him. Just to look – just to see what I have become-)

There is no rhyme or reason to it – entropy, or chaos? Can the two coexist? Is this collapse a fallacy; a subterfuge?

(The grim reaper. A cycle unending. Is this what we are damned to? My sins are my own – this hell my reward, and I would ask for no less. But she did not deserve this.)

What does the birth of a universe look like? He watches now as death unfolds; will her heart start again?

(The universe is a living thing, and we her body. Such grandeur is hard to believe; surely she was not born to die with us)

We fed upon her dying body.

(The memories of what could have been peeled away from her as we turned her possibility to terrible truth)

And what remains?

(She is a dying thing. A black hole came to us; the star her harbinger.)

Vacuum without end; soul and body absent. Voices in the void, unheard; unspoken. Still there.

Still here.

(I am afraid.)

I am alone.

#(oh lord. how do i content warn this?)#unsettling #unreality #(is this a death rattle? i dont know! it's existence/nonexistence.)#(fanfictionlaf hehehe)#(idk ! this is nothing as doug experiences it. didnt know where else to put it. felt right having it go here.)#(pardon any weird formatting. im not . used to posting lit on tumblr if im being fully honest:flushed:)#death #ADDING one more tag to say if u like music with your literature.#in oppressive silence by uhhhh #striborg.was what i listened to on loop with this. it is the sound that this has

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sofastuffing · 1 month

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i have a headache

#i've been stuck scrolling instagram for the past few days #i don't even like being on there #modern ig is so overstimulating everything is either a reel or a reel in disguise or an image post that inexplicably has audio #i kept making myself go on there because i wanted to find a way to make art friends or a community or w/e #and i thought if i had more of a presence and interacted more i'd eventually get people to like. talk to me and comment stuff ig. idk #but ughhhh #i don't think insta is a good platform for that cause it's either pictures with a short caption or the worst media format known to man #like. idk i wanted to find and follow and be friends with and be Cool Artists (don't ask me to define that)#but no artist on instagram is a Cool Artist because there's no goddamn text on there #like if it makes sense i wanna find people who talk About art as well #but not in an art Discourse way #which is another thing. even if instagram had more Talking it would still be shit because the mainstream 'art community' is insufferable #art tiktok is that on steroids #and instagram is is bootleg tiktok #the same five discourse topics jokes memes advice whatever the only difference is now they're circlejerking about ai too #i wanna be Casual and Spontaenous and Mysterious and shit but IG's layout makes me feel like i can't just post whatever #i feel this pressure to give my posts all the same format and add tags and do this and do that and have good Branding or w/e #and it's just ughhh why can't I be a famous enigma (<- doesn't make or share anything)#even on tumblr the pressure is the same #and at the same time i hate looking back on my art accounts (both ig and here) because it just. doesn't align with what i wanna do #like my attempts at categorising and tagging and being consistent #it's just so. yuck #i want to have a Good Brand but i also want to be 'real' but then i look back at my disjointed messy past work and i cringe #i think i need to block my irls from my art accounts bc i feel super embarassed trying to do any typical Get Noticed on Social Media thing #cause it feels embarassing being seen doing shit that's ''influencer-y'' (idk what to call it)#cause it feels out of character to how i actually am in real life #but also why i do want to show my ''real'' character? I'm not cool #and that's another thing I've had these accounts for ages #looking at my past posts makes me fuckign cringe #I want to purge them or start over

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0x4468c7a6a728 · 1 month

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i've gotta program something soon...

#my posts #gets computer science degree #proceeds to do no programming for 4 months #i have like a few programming ideas but starting things is hard #i want to play with godot more it seems fun #i should probably also learn C++ for job reasons since i want to get into lower level/embedded stuff and only know C and rust #i guess the problem there is i'd have to like come up with a project to learn it with #preferably something lower level #maybe finally do that make your own file system project i skipped?#or like something with compression and parsing file formats #that's all pretty involved though so something like playing with godot would probably be better to get myself back in the programming mood #some sort of silly 2d game probably #i've had thoughts of making a silly little yume nikki-like for my friends to play that could be fun #or just any silly little game for just my friends idk #starting with gamemaker kinda made using other game engines a bit weird for me #so getting used to how more normal game engines work would probably be useful #i also want to mess with 3d games that seems fun too #but see the problem with all of this is that i suck at starting projects #and am even worse at actually finishing them #well i guess we'll see what happens?#also hi if you read all of this lol

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silly-zai · 2 months

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Fun fact abt me guys !!

I've been restrained before (twice)

#it wasnt an SA thing btw i was js held down #idk how i can format this any more like a joke i swear id make this sound funnier if i could #idrc btw #not a vent #i think #tw restraint #idk #my post ≽^- ˕ -^≼

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astranauticus · 9 months

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"Yeh Yung-chih (葉永鋕) [...] attended Gaoshu Junior High School in Pingtung County, Taiwan, and was often bullied by his classmates due to his gender non-conformity. In April 2000, Yeh Yung-chih was found lying in a pool of blood with serious injuries and died after being taken to the hospital. The incident led to extensive discussions about gender equality education in Taiwan."

Translation under cut:

玫瑰少年 - 蔡依林

Womxnly - Jolin Tsai

谁把谁的灵魂装进谁的身体

Who put which souls into which bodies

谁把谁的身体变成囹圄囚禁自己

Who turned their bodies into prisons for the self

乱世总是最不缺耳语

Troubled times are never short of whisperings

哪种美丽会换来妒忌

What kind of beauty is rewarded with jealousy?

你并没有罪有罪的是这世界

You did nothing wrong, the wrongs are with this world

生而为人无罪你不需要抱歉

Nobody is born with sin, you have nothing to apologise for

One day I will be you, baby boy and you gon'be me

喧哗如果不停让我陪你安静

If the noise won't stop, let me accompany you in silence

I wish I could hug you, till you're really really being free

哪朵玫瑰没有荆棘

What rose is not accompanied by thorns?

最好的报复是美丽

Your best revenge is beauty

最美的盛开是反击

Your greatest blooms are your retaliation

别让谁去改变了你

Don't let anyone change who you are

你是你或是妳都行

You can be man or woman, it doesn't matter

会有人全心的爱你

There will be people who will truly love you

试着想像 you switched to his body

Try to imagine, you switched to his body

Sexuality 当心什么会伤你

Sexuality, be careful of what will hurt you

多少次的重伤多少次的冷语

How many severe wounds, how many cold words

Drowning 谁会拉你

Who will pull you up when you're drowning?

Dreaming 谁会陪你

Who will be with you when you're dreaming?

Same shit happens every day

你离开后世界可改变

Has the world changed after you are gone?

多少无知罪愆事过不境迁

How many ignorant faults are forgotten as the world moves on?

永志不忘纪念往事不如烟

Never forget Yung-chih, don't let the past fade away

生而为人无罪你不需要抱歉

Nobody is born with sin, you have nothing to apologise for

One day I will be you, baby boy and you gon'be me

喧哗如果不停让我陪你安静

If the noise won't stop, let me accompany you in silence

I wish I could hug you, till you're really really being free

哪朵玫瑰没有荆棘

What rose is not accompanied by thorns?

最好的报复是美丽

Your best revenge is beauty

最美的盛开是反击

Your greatest blooms are your retaliation

别让谁去改变了你

Don't let anyone change who you are

你是你或是妳都行

You can be man or woman, it doesn't matter

会有人全心的爱你

There will be people who will truly love you

玫瑰少年在我心里

The rose youth lives on in my heart

绽放著鲜艳的传奇

Blooming into a beautiful legends

我们都从来没忘记

That we have never forgotten

你的控诉没有声音

Your accusations are silent

却倾诉更多的真理

Yet they convey greater truths

却唤醒无数的真心

Yet they have awoken countless hearts

哪朵玫瑰没有荆棘

What rose is not accompanied by thorns?

最好的报复是美丽

Your best revenge is beauty

最美的盛开是反击

Your greatest blooms are your retaliation

别让谁去改变了你

Don't let anyone change who you are

你是你或是妳都行

You can be man or woman, it doesn't matter

会有人全心的爱你

There will be people who will truly love you

玫瑰少年在我心里

The rose youth lives on in my heart

玫瑰少年在我心里

The rose youth lives on in my heart

#womxnly #jolin tsai #mayday #ugly beauty #cpop #cpop translation #chinese langblr #mandarin langblr #translations i made #first time im doing a somewhat bilingual song i hope the formatting makes sense #i was gonna put the spotify links to the jolin tsai and mayday versions of this song but then i found this performance and #idk i was just kinda caught off guard by how. unapologetically queer the background visuals are to be honest #if youre wondering the text in the back at the very end says born as a human without fear #its (i think?) a play on the lyric 生而为人无罪/nobody is born with sin (/born as a human without sin)#anyway inside me there are two wolves and one is desperately holding the other back by the scruff lest i go on another massive rant #about the ways people (presumably cishets) try to make this song like some. generic empowering anti bullying song idk #speaking as an east/southeast asian closeted trans guy like #do you have any idea how much power 'till you're really really being free' has for me #do you have any idea how much power this song has for me in general tbh #like no wonder the straights keep trying to steal this song it hits *so hard*#the entire 'dont you fucking DARE forget' tone of the second verse. like kinda darkly funny in context but god that shits powerful #side note yes i am aware of how clunky the you can be man or woman line sounds #ITS CUZ ENGLISH DOESNT HAVE GENDERED SECOND PERSON PRONOUNS #i mean in fairness nobody actually uses 妳 (female you) on the day to day but here it works SO WELL and im MAD that i couldnt make it work #Youtube

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