#but nul? i have ideas……

[tylidae]

mission for summer break shall be drafting up fred and nul stories

[friends-of-beetlejuice]

I wana play a Hecata. I wana!!!!!

[chrisevansonly]

What about a little bit of fear ending in a lot of fluff for blurb? Like Charles's son who's maybe three or four pulling away from his dad after a bad karting practice or race because he thinks his father is disappointed in him and then spilling it all to his oncle Arthur and Arthur calling his brother that he found his son and then Charles comforting his crying toddler and reassuring him that he's always proud of him and père et fils passent une bonne journée rien qu'avec eux deux ?

ohh i like this idea, okay let’s blurb it!

Charles had been rushing around the karting grounds, his eyes searching for his little boy Matteo who’d taken off as soon as he’d crashed his kart into the far wall of the track. it hadn’t been a horrible crash but Charles had no doubt his boy was a bit upset, but after searching for 30 minutes he was starting to panic.

“my love, i’m sure he’s not far, let’s just keep checking okay?”

your voice halted Charles’s movements as he let out a sigh, nodding and taking your hand

“yeah..keep checking”

while you and charles kept walking about, Matteo had been found by the youngest leclerc brother, Arthur crouching down to sit with him

“qu'est-ce qui ne va pas petit ours”

Matteo shook his head as he sniffled, looking towards his uncle Arthur

“je suis horrible, je suis nul en conduite!”

Arthur frowned, reaching to pull the young boy into his arms, Matteo hiding his face in his chest

“Teo you had a little accident, it’s okay! these things happen, your dad and I crashed at karting a lot growing up”

“y-you did?”

Arthur could feel his heart clench as the little boy looked up at him, his eyes teary and sad

“of course, that’s how we get better…you know your maman and papa are probably worried about you”

“is papa going to be mad at me?”

Arthur shook his head

“no, he loves you so much petit ours…come one let’s go find them.”

Arthur stood up with Matteo still in his arms as they walked towards the reception centre, easily spotting his brother who looked like he’d had better days

“papa!”

Charles turned quickly, seeing his son in Arthur’s arms, rushing over and taking him gently

“Matteo, tu m’as fait peur bébé”

“désolé Papa”

you made your way back to the boys, kissing Matteo’s cheek gently as you rubbed Charles’s back to comfort him as best you could

“It’s okay Teo, I’m just glad you’re okay…are you okay?”

he nodded

“oui, je ne voulais juste pas que tu sois contrarié, je me suis écrasé”

“je ne serais jamais en colère contre toi petit ours, je t'aime trop pour être jamais en colère.”

Matteo seemed happy with his father’s answer, quick to wrap his arms around his neck and holding him tightly, allowing Charles to take a deep breath before turning to Arthur

“thank you for finding him”

the younger leclerc smiled

“of course, he actually went the your old hiding spot when you’d run off for the same worries…”

hearing this you couldn’t help but smile as you looked between your husband and brother in-law, leaning your head onto Charles’s shoulder just happy to have your family all safe

“like father like son…”

[sullustangin]

Spoiler Free SWTOR 7.5 comments

As it says on the tin.

Honestly, I am really liking the consistent content that Broadsword is putting out. Big patches are 4-6 months apart, little ones are pretty regular. Each patch -- whether it's a big 7.x or it's a 7.5.x -- has something that tries to address a player request/complaint. Since Broadsword took over, the amount of content might be more modest in terms of scale, but it seems like more care has been applied to it. Based upon the player survey and other quality of life improvements -- and even some hasty u-turns--, they are taking player feedback into account. I feel better about the game in Broadsword's hands than I did with Bioware.

Technically, I did not experience major problems with the patch. As reported in the patch notes, there is one cinematic where a key character's mouth does not move. That doesn't break the game, though you may want to wait to record the scene if you're into that. There's another point where you have to hit the right spot on the floor for your jetpack to disappear so you can pass through the next door, but that's an easy fix. Gearwise, I'm seeing reports of being at least in 332 greens, but as usual, player skill may vary.

Patch 7.5 starts the conclusion of the two storylines that have taken the mainstage of 7.0: the Holocron of Nul storyline and the Heta Kol storyline, which started back in 6.2 (pandemic patch). I feel like some of the "huh?" in the plot was baked in from where Bioware started it, so Broadsword is trying its best to finish the story they were given. Is it a busfire? Yes. Is it their fault? No, but they have to finish it.That said, this patch actually makes the player make choices, and you AGONIZE over them. It's not just personnel choices but also diplomatic ones. I haven't felt that way in a considerable amount of time. Yes, you do make choices in 7.0, but it's one person living or dying, be a jerk or don't be a jerk. Lower stakes. The stakes are higher here in 7.5 -- or at least it feels that way. That's an important part of game writing: even if the choice does not matter, there needs to be the illusion that it does -- a certain level of immersion. You do have cascading consequences of choices as well. I'm looking forward to playing this patch on my LS toon to do different choices, more so than I did previously. "Let's not be a jerk this time" is less than compelling than "Can I do it differently, this time?"

Overall, there is progress in the storyline -- this doesn't feel like a "busy work" patch or "here's a new daily area to keep you occupied". (To be clear, I loved the Port Nowhere and Ord Mantell content in 7.4 -- it was a giant love letter to smugglers -- but at the same time, it was a bit of filler, to be honest). The quests you need to do are necessary to gain the trust of a naturally fearful faction of sentients (no spoilers) -- it makes sense they aren't your besties for life right off the jump. You will yell at the screen at the end of the whole thing, because it does make sense and yet it's the worst option for your character, personally, and it's out of your hands. (And it is not out of character for the person who makes that decision...)

No new date night content -- maybe in 7.5.1. There is some romance content for those of us that romanced Lana and Theron.

If you are big into Mandos and have been impatiently waiting for Lane to give you a buzz, this is your time and your hour. If you enjoy training hunter pets in other games, your time has arrived.

There is also a new Spring Festival event on Dantooine. In truth, I find it sort of derivative of the Tillers' reputation you could earn in World of Warcraft during Mists of Pandaria. It isn't exactly the same (we don't have a cooking profession), but the general ideas apply, right down to the dailies involving having a beer and going fishing, as well as scouring the world for seeds. There's also animal rescue built in here as well, so it's a bit of everything for any hero who wants to retire or at least slow down.

But of course, something sinister is on the farm, and so I anticipate Scooby Doo Mystery Hour shall continue as the event carries on.

~~

Given that Broadsword "maintains" games such as Dark Age of Camelot, there has been the fear that they'll move SWTOR into retirement, but I don't think that will happen, as it's still a live intellectual property (Star Wars), they're making gobs of money off it due to Cartel Market, and there's still a player base. (And let's be real, Favereau and Filoni play it, and they do matter to Disney and EA.) I don't know when 8.0 will come out, so we may have another round of storylines in 7.0 -- sort of like how we had an extended 5.0 (Iokath and Traitor Arc) after Bioware was stripped down in 2017. That said, Onslaught was quite good after the KotXX shenanigans and dev changes had settled. I still hold the view that Bioware is a sinking ship, and EA moved the Goose that Lays the Golden Egg to Broadsword for safekeeping. I think we might get an 8.0 in 2025 or 2026, but how that will look or work -- no idea.

[halowritesthings]

“Tout est nul, putain,” Remy said while stomping his way inside. He shook the snow off his body like a wet dog, specifically because he knew it would annoy Scott when he eventually came inside and saw the partially melted snow on the hardwood. “I hate de cold.”

He shucked off the winter cap and gloves he borrowed, but before he could bend over to unlace his boots, a southern drawl emitted from the doorway, “So Ah’ve heard.”

Looking up, he saw Rogue leaning on the frame of the entrance to the common area of the mansion, a blanket bundled in her arms. His mood suddenly perked up significantly, “Well, good ol’ North must‘ve finally caught me. Why else would such a stunnin’ ange be here t’greet moi?”

Rogue rolled her eyes as she got off the frame to stand up straight, “Quit bein’ a drama queen, Swamp Rat. Everyone has had to shovel the walkways at some point.”

Remy pouted, leaning down so he could get back to stripping off the boots, “You say dat, yet why is tonight de first time I seen Specs do his fair share, neh? Gettin’ down an’ dirty too much a hassle for Fearless?”

“Ya know that’s just because ya always hightail it out of the room before the drawing of straws can begin,” Rogue said. “Ah think he’s already maxed out his shoveling duties for the season, but he joined ya tonight anyway, specifically to make sure you would do yer job for once.”

When Remy got both boots off, he looked up at Rogue with zero guilt in his eyes. His pout might have gotten bigger, actually, “So mean to Remy.”

He was quick to slip on his moccasin slippers that he was forced to abandon just an hour prior. If he wasn’t feeling so stiff, he would honestly be willing to bend over even further to place a kiss on the tips of each of them. Plus, he already got called dramatic once in this conversation; even though it was true, he would like to keep the factual observations to a minimum tonight.

As he stood back to his full height, he was suddenly assaulted, darkness enshrouding his vision and his movement becoming restricted. He struggled for a second before remembering what he was just looking at and held himself still. He was swiftly rewarded when a pair of gentle hands messed with the covering at his face and adjusted it so he was snuggly wrapped everywhere that didn’t impede his line of sight. 

Once he was able to see again, he was met with Rogue looking at him with that same fond exasperation he loved to bring out in her. “Don’t chu’ worry,” Rogue began, finalizing the details of her current attempts to encase Remy where he stood. “Jubilee went and made us a bunch’a different kinds of hot coco, and knowing yer daily sugar intake, you’ll be reawakened in no time.”

With a lopsided smile, he grabbed one of her hands, using his blanket-covered fingers to wrap excess blanket around her knuckles before placing a kiss to the top of the hand while looking her in the eyes. She was of course wearing one of her nighttime pair of gloves that she wore when they hung out after hours, but recently he had been making sure to add extra layers between them whenever he could to ease whatever leftover anxiety plagued her mind, “Mon sauveur, what would dis scoundrel do wit’out chu?”

“Yeah, yeah,” Rogue said with another roll of her eyes. “Love ya too, ya greaseball.”

woe 🫴 halo x-men fic be upon ye shout out to the 4 people who unanimously voted "yes" to the poll on my main asking about whether or not i should post this WIP snippet to tumblr lol. i have zero idea as to when i can get this completed due to a.) the dreaded blockage of writers as per usual and B.) the dreaded schoolwork which is in a constant revolving state of "maybe i won't have too much work this weekend" and "holy shit i'm falling behind so hard i'm gonna die-" this snippet is rather contained tho so it can work as a standalone pretty well. maybe i just need to embrace shorter ficlets as my main form of writing. certainly would be a nice break from the "can't make a oneshot less than 6k words" train i've been riding since day one LMAO anyway feel free to ignore my yapping; i hope you like my first foray into this fandom!

[thelandswemadeofpaper]

I can't hardly blame Tolkien for spending so much time creating names and cultures, its so fun!

I - finally - have courage to actuallly develop the crossovers and plots I have been writing and slowy creating in my head

And making up names and customs for my favorite Arda's people (my beloved Easterlings) is awesome. I need to be careful so I don't 'sanctify' them, for lack of better words, as much some people love to make them Feminism, Queer Accepting, Not-Racist, Unflawed just like some people do in real life with Native American Cultures.

I genuine thinking about men having more than one wife like some cultures had, not that I approve or fetish it, its just...historical? In some parts of Middle-East? I just don’t want to make Arda Eastern Culture...perfect?

What I can do to make them more 'feminist' is that, since so many men die in Sauron's army, and Easterlings are mostly trying to survive in a bad enviroment, its won't be historically incorrect for women to take men roles becaus of necessity

My Easterling names and words so far

Enni:

Kurma

Tenka

Vika

Viya

Kurko

Kurya

Naku

Rutta

Nysa

Wyla

Penthu:

Freggo

Briegga

Brinna

Adhina

Kuhina

Mharai

Inra

Runa

Welfa:

Oresha

Araya

Suriki

Yefa

Karuk:

Gretta

Dhurara

Kulthan

Valko

kheda (widow)

bri (beauty)

hina (bride)

ku (sea)

van (clan)

nel (woman)

nul (man)

Nelva (literally 'house of women', the place where widows and women whose husbands are away live with their younger children and orphans)

The tribes are deeply intertwined due to the constant exterminations of their people done in the past, both by Edain and Orcs alike, many parts of their cultures were lost, but those that remained were adapted among them

Although they can no longer say they have 'nobles', each tribe is divided into clans, each one proud eith their crafts and all following the same naming system. A single syllable added to the sufix '- van', while they don't have surnames, the firstborn naturally has the syllabe in their names (like the head of Tuivan could be named Tuikan or Tuimer), in daughter or a second son's name its optional

The Karuk and the Welfa are more present in the Sauron's army than the two others tribes, for their weapon and horse skils are more prized there and, with exception of Enni's boat-building and navigation skills, the sea tribe mostly contribute by farming and fishing. The Penthu are forced to give up their elaborate arts and gifts in exchange for more useful crafts produced in mass.

However they have an upper class, those who remain wealthy and powerful despite the ruin of their homeland and its inhabitants, allying themselves with the Dark Enemy in search of glory and participating in the terrorization of their own folk

This is my first time actually writing beyond just random making ideas like that post in 2022

I still starting and I want it to be a crossover, so still in making

Easterling, a simple term, often spoken with anger, fear and mockery, soon lost his original meaning. A vast word that embraced all the folks that lived beyond the Sea of Rhun. From the wild Karuk horsemasters, the skilled artesans of Penthu with their pottery, glasses and paint, the fierce warriors born in Welfa, and those that lived and died in the cold blue rivers of Enni.

[angst-king]

Fall from Grace CHp8

(I hope you all liked this fic, I know I enjoyed writing this for you all. This will be the final chapter ^^((unless I get an idea of course)) CW Mention of suicide attempt, and suicidal behavior) It was a midafternoon in hell, Gabriel was helping repair the hotel as well as the damage in hell’s pride ring itself when his phone rang.

“Hm on Samael’s calling, I’ll answer it- SAMAEL IS CALLING!?!” Gabriel exclaimed in a panic, since when was he back?! Oh shit! Shit shit shit shit!

“Hello” “Hello Gabriel, are you free to chat?” “U-um sorta I’m just um, down here fixing things up is all, wh-why. And ey didn’t know you were back!” “Yes i’m back I got here earlier this morning to find my daughter dead!” Gabriel almost dropped the phone, his mind began to race. Had she not survived the building collapse?

“Shit did she not survive the fall?!” Asked Gabriel, Adam could hear his father and went over to see what the fuss was about.

“Wh-what fall, Gabriel? No, I came home to see Charlie with a sword through her chest! Look get your ass back to heaven right.now.” Samael didn’t give Gabriel the time to ask questions before hanging up.

“What’s going on Dad? I heard yelling” Gabriel dusted himself off and gave an uneasy smile.

“I don’t know all I know is Charlie might be dead and Samael is demanding I come to heaven.” “Woah what?! I-I’ll come with you.” “Fine, let the others know we’ll be gone for a little.” With that, Adam gave the group an alert him and Gabriel needed to head back to heaven. When they arrived back at the castle both were greeted with sad expressions. Uriel once again was the first to guide them but her usual bouncing energy was nul.

“Samael is waiting for you in his office.” Gabriel knew it was serious when every angel was standing in the hall with their heads down.

“I-is Charlie…” He didn’t want to say it but Uriel knew what he meant.

“Thankfully not anymore, Raphael brought her back in time but it was close.” She explained, Gabriel let out a shaky sigh of relief, Adam wanted to ask what had happened but he kept quiet. As they grew closer to Samael’s side, yelling bellowed through the halls it wasn’t clear on the subject but Gabriel knew it was Samael. Reaching the door the noise got louder until Uriel knocked and let Samael know Gabriel and Adam had arrived, the yelling seized.

This was the cue for them to be let in, inside were Samael, Lilith, Michael, and Vaggie, Vaggie had been dismissed as soon as Adam and Gabriel entered.

“Good to see you’re still punctual Gabriel and you brought your son, good. Have a seat.” The two grabbed a chair and nervously sat down.

“I’m sure I worried you over the phone so I will clarify things and explain what happened.” Started Samael, Gabriel nodded attentively.

“Lilith and I had finally come home this morning, and upon entering I saw my daughter levitating a sword towards her and impaling herself with it. From what Vaggie and Michael just told me, Charlie has been struggling with suicidal tendencies. Thankfully she will be alright physically, mentally we will have to check in on that later. For now, though she will recover, what I want to know is what in the stars above happened for you to be locked out of heaven!? Because our brother won't give me a clear answer!”

Gabriel swallowed nervously as he recalled the accident that he had explained to Adam not sparing a detail this time. He even finished with an apology expecting to be thrown back down. Yet Samael’s head snapped at Michael shooting him a glare.

“So he started another argument to the point my young daughter had stepped in and got hurt…. How old was Charlie when you got locked out.”

“….a-around 12 maybe?” “And you say Charlie was the one to lock you and Eve out?” “Y-yes” Samael wasn’t stupid he knew he had raised his daughter to be reasonable and that those sort of decisions weren’t supposed to be placed on a child, heir to the throne or not.

“Alright, I have a few more questions, what’s this about a war?” Even though Gabriel wasn’t happy to explain the war he did take great pleasure in telling Samael what Michael had done to Eve. Samael almost choked on his drink when he heard about it. Lilith looked angry, Lilith and Eve had a rather close bond with each other both during and before the switch. So hearing that Michael had done something to her like that pissed her off.

“Oh Samael you know how I mentioned on the phone some sort of collapse or fall?” “Yes?” “So the war did happen even though Adam tried to apologize and defuse it and while they were fighting, Michael mistook Charlie’s demon form for someone else and blasted the hotel causing for both Adam and her to be almost completely crushed bit it.”

“HE DID WHAT?!” Both Lilith and Samael shouted, Michael shrunk in his seat holding his hands up defensively.

“I’m sorry I didn’t know it was her I was just trying to help-” “Help my ass you tried to keep me from getting them out!” Countered Gabriel, Michael stammered out excuse after excuse but Samael wasn’t having it.

“Michael.” Michael looks sheepishly at his brother.

“C-come on Samael, brother please, I didn’t mean to, you know I-I’d never hurt Charlotte. I was doing everything I could to make sure everything ran well and they brought that war on themselves. They asked for it.”

Lilith then pulled Samael towards her and whispered something in his ear, Samael let out a sigh.

“Here’s what I’m going to do. 1: the gates between heaven will be reopened. 2: the exorcist army reproduction will be halted until I figure out what to do with them. 3: Gabriel you, eve, and Adam are fully welcome back to the estate with your ranks as well. 4: I will go down myself and help with the damages. And 5: Michael will be placed in a holding cell, stripped of your power and rank until I figure out what to do with you.”

Michael tried to argue his current verdict but Samael wouldn’t let him.

“I’m not in the mood for this Michael, so unless you want to be speed-dropped into hell, best keep quiet.

It was dark when Charlie finally woke up, she tried sitting up be the pain kept her down. She looked down at her body to see bandages, some from her previous injuries during the war, though the one around her chest had been from the sword. When she realized she was alive tears welled up and a soft whimper escaped her.

“No no no no no, why why why?” She cried why did she have to be alive? She was supposed to be dead! Who saved her?! Her fingers tangled themselves in her messy hair, yanking and pulling as she cried. This alerted Vaggie who had been sleeping beside her.

“Hey hey, what’s wrong?” She asked gently while turning on the bedside light.

“Why the fuck am I still a-alive, I’m supposed to be dead!” Even after all this she still wanted to die, Vaggie didn’t know what to do besides hug her. Charlie cried into her chest almost sobbing at this point, Vaggie was a little startled when Charlie shifted forms once again but said nothing. She did find it rather cute when her demon tail gently wrapped itself around her as if making sure Vaggie wouldn’t just up and leave.

The only time Charlie stopped crying was when a knock came and she immediately started fixing herself up letting Vaggie see who was at the door. Upon opening it, Samael and Lilith appeared asking to come in, Vaggie hesitated and looked at how uneasy Charlie seemed.

“L-let them in” Charlie approved although she looked ready to run away at any second. Vaggie nodded and stepped aside to let the king and queen in.

“Oh Charlie, I’m glad you’re alive, you scared us!” Samael started as he sat on the bed, even if he didn’t seem angry, due to past experience with Michael Charlie started to apologize profusely.

“I’m sorry I’m really sorry, I-I know I fucked up, I shouldn’t have tried it, it was stupid of me! Fuck I failed at killing myself, lost the war and other shit too, just please don’t hurt me.”

“Sweetheart, we’re not upset with you, and we’re not gonna hurt you,” Lilith reassured while opening her arms for a hug, Charlie stalled and pulled away.

“B-but I failed, I failed s-so much-”

“You didn’t fail, honey, you were misguided and placed in the wrong hands.” “We’re sorry for being gone for so long, we should have come back sooner but got too comfortable.”

Charlie slowly sunk into her parents’ hold as all they wanted to be together again. They could finally breathe now knowing she was alive. "I missed you both" (time skip)

“Vaggie?” “Yes, princess?” Vaggie replied while they walked through the halls together. Charlie stopped and gently pushed the knight against the wall and kissed her lovingly. Vaggie let out a soft squeak before kissing back and looking up at the princess when she pulled away. Flashing a genuine smile at her she finally said it.

“I think I’ve fallen for you.” “Y-you, you love me?” Vaggie asked, Charlie nodded.

“Yes Vaggie, I love you.”

And they lived happily ever after~

[tagedeszorns]

Pre-Heresy Ahzek Ahriman.

For a long time I didn't really have the Thousand Sons in my focus of interest. On the one hand, because they remain quite pale in the Heresy books for the most part and I still have difficulties in assessing the power level of such focused psykers. Which makes them pretty much wild cards. I can't imagine that someone who can bend reality to create unquenchable fire or cook bodies in armour or completely destroy minds can be stopped by any "normal" warrior, no matter how good they are (I'll spare the joke about finding little mind to destroy with Lucius, though. Sorry, dearest Blorbo!). But the fact that it does happen (and quite possibly without the constant presence of Nul-Maidens) doesn't make the limitations of these abilities any more tangible to me, only more frustrating. The artificial limitations just feel to me like something that comes from the rules of the game rather than, say, the logic of the setting. So it's complicated, with me and the sorcerers.

And secondly, there are the most vocal fans of this Legion and especially its Primarch, which put me off a bit. Some of them are so vehement in their "Magnus never did anything wrong!" and in their very particular idea of the Legion that I didn't feel I could really dive in and make my own picture of the Thousand Sons.

On top of that, I don't really like the other poster boy of 40k Thousand Sons (yes, yes, I know, not anymore), Iskender Khayon. He's okay, but that's it for me. He's a pretty standard Dembski Bowden character and probably why he's only interesting to me as a vehicle for the Black Legion story. So again, no point of connection for the Fifteenth and its tragedy for me.

But now I'm lucky enough to be able to play with two very good Thousand Sons fans on my Fabius RP blog. Both have shown me independently that there is a lot of potential.

Which is why I looked for a reading order on the net and started following the 40k story of the Thousand Sons sorcerer I'm most interested in: the old Terran Ahzek Ahriman.

And, all I can say is: snagged by the monkeybrain from the first line! Chapeau, John French! I haven't read such a gripping 40k story since the Fabius novels. Books that you read late into the night "just one more chapter".

I'm still in the first of the three novels but already very, very enraptured.

Chaos is just my thing because Chaos Marines get to do a lot more than Loyalists. They're allowed to doubt, to falter, to dither and to fail. They are allowed to be small-minded and to be wrong in a big way. They can be mean. Petty. Bitchy. Very, very whiny. In other words: human. Exciting. Comprehensible.

I can imagine that writers with the right mindset (again, I'm crying hard after Josh Reynolds) find writing Chaos Marines a huge amount of fun and a release.

And as a reader, I notice that and enjoy it very much.

Of course, I also like books with Imperials. But it does seem to me that the Chaos books are more tailored to me and my tastes. More drama, more emotion, more pathos, more irony and sarcasm.

So here I am: having fun with Ahzek Ahriman.

Once again I follow the path of an outcast from his legion who feels the whole world is against him (he's right) and who, on the one hand, is plagued by doubts, on the other firmly convinced that he is doing the right thing and is on the right side.

Somehow I have it with the arrogant, self-righteous stubborn guys that nobody likes. No idea why.

It can't be me.

[cirrus-grey]

20 questions for fic writers

Tagged by @magnetarmadda; thank you!

1. How many works do you have on Ao3?

252, of which a full 227 are TMA

2. What’s your total Ao3 word count?

905,246

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Recently? TMA/TMagP, Discworld, and Good Omens. I'll jump into anything that gives me plot bunnies though, and there's been quite a few different ones over the years!

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

Yesterday is Here

Déjà Vu

Misfiled and Misinformed

Humanity

Against All Probability

5. Do you respond to comments?

Always! I try to clear my inbox weekly and/or before I post a new fic, though I'm falling a bit behind right now with JonMartinWeek.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Hmm, probably Wedding Blues - it's a bad-ending Lonely!Martin fic

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

So, I write a lot of happy endings and I'm not sure how to rank them. Probably either Yesterday is Here again, or the Castaways series.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I think I've only ever gotten one hate comment? So no, not really.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I... try? I'm not very good at it and it takes absolute ages. It's been described as "very polite" smut, though I'm attempting to get a little raunchier with it as I get more practice.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

Yeah, I've written a couple! The craziest is probably the first one I did, a Good Omens/Skulduggery Pleasant crossover that I'm still quite fond of.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yep, Unsent and Courage in the Dark have both been translated into Russian!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Nope.

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

I don't know if I can give just one, honestly. For different reasons, both JonMartin (TMA) and Ineffable Husbands (Good Omens, primarily book not show).

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

This is a throwback but I still have notes for an epic, multi-part, 100k Gracious/Donegan origin story fic from back in my Skulduggery Pleasant days. I wasn't a good enough writer back then to finish something that ambitious and I doubt I'll ever get invested enough in the fandom again to go back to it... but it still lives on in my daydreams.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Hmm... I'm good at conveying character emotions in a scene, and with pacing a story to make sure each new development or twist lands the way I want it to. I like to think I've got a knack for making dialogue sound in-character as well, even if I've put the characters in a situation that their canon selves would never be in.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Action scenes. Balancing conversations between more than two people without having some of them drop off or dominate the scene. Keeping track of large casts of characters in general - I've written so many 2-person romances, I just don't have practice with larger groups.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I love it when other people do, but it's not something I've attempted myself. I'm only fluent in English and I'd worry that I'd written something completely inaccurate if I had to rely on google translate or similar.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Good Omens! (Book)

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

Oh, do not ask me that, I beg of you. There are about a hundred fics I've written that could all qualify, depending on the day and what mood I'm in.

...I'll say Vous, et nul autre, for now, because I'm really proud of how that one turned out and the fact that I finished it at all - it's one of those that I had the idea for years before I was good enough to write it, and I really like being able to look at it now and see how far I've come.

Tagging... @my-lonely-angel, @fridayyy-13th, @grahamfolgersdeliciousnotebooks - only if y'all want to!

[cq-studios]

(Hello! Future me here. This has an Ask Blog now and not everything here is still canon to the AU please keep this in mind while reading ^^)

Brain rotting about a KHUX AU I came up with right now

TW: Doomsday Cult, Mass Suicide, Child and Animal Death, Child Abuse (let me know if I'm missing something here and I'll update it)

A know that's a lot but hear me out.

Its the real world, late 30s early 40s. MoM's some rich dude who takes advantage of the influx of orphans to make Daybreak Town, which in this universe is essentially some sort of experimental orphanage. He stages the "War against Darkness" (the Keyblade War equivalent) which is a mass suicide. The Dandelions are to make sure they can defeat darkness again in case it ever came back (since MoM genuinely believes in what he's doing). The NULs are in charge for a while but then the government finds out and relocates all the Dandelions to normal homes. The NULs are mostly separated and need to adjust to normal society... but they're also determined to find each other again.

(My notes are under the cut... still developing everything I'll probably add more later)

Timeline of Events (Pre-relocation):

MoM is very rich and bought a massive property and built Daybreak Town on it

MoM adopted the Foretellers and Luxu, about 13 years before he bought the property, they are orphans from the Great War

Daybreak Town was a self sustaining cult masquerading as an orphanage

A lot of farming and hunting happening

All the ‘keyblade wielders’ are orphans from the Great Depression

MoM and the Foretellers basically convinces the kids KH lore (a la time of Fairytales) is real

Every “Keyblade Wielder” has a “Chirithy” which is just a cat

The “Keyblade War” is a mass suicide designed to destroy darkness

This happens halfway into 1939

They killed most of the Chirithies too

Luxu is the only Lost Master who survives this (and he leaves soon after)

The Dandelions are to “keep the light alive”

Ephemer and Skuld save Player from the “War” by stopping them from drinking the poison

They end up switching their cup with another Dandelion’s

Ven overhears Dandelions talking about surviving and ends up switching his cup with Strelitzia’s in a panic

He realizes afterwards that she was important and filled in out of guilt

He also totally mixes his memories around here and forgets what he did

Elrena is the one who buries Strelitzia and is the one who tells Lauriam she’s dead (only once he asks about her though)

The NULs are in charge for about a year and a half before the government relocates the Dandelions

The NULs were not particularly close before then

Basically the social events of Union X (minus the murder reveal, the relocation stops that before it can happen)

The NULs and Player try their best not to be separated but end up being relocated to households decently far from each other

Ephemer ends up alone

Brain and Player are pretty close together and meet up rather quickly

Skuld, Lauriam, and Ven end up a decently close together but far enough that they don’t know yet

Elrena is placed in the same household as Lauriam

(Post relocation stuff I'm still working on but I do have some ideas)

Additional Notes:

It’s the real world, USA, and the early 40s, whoop

1941 (at the relocation) to be exact

World War 2 is in full swing and the States are involved… I think

MoM (and the NULs afterwards) were totally bribing the people who were checking in on Daybreak Town before the “war” so he could keep it open… either that or there were just too many kids to actually check to see if they were all accounted for

Probably didn’t help that they would use any dead bodies as fertiliser for their garden so there’s no clear graves for anyone

Everyone drank something during the “war” (it’s easier to convince people if they don’t think anyone’s going to survive), the Dandelions just drank from glasses without the poison

Daybreak Town is significantly more accepting of than the greater society

The NULs are completely taken aback by any type of bigotry

Poor Player gets misgendered all the time and is forced to wear masculine clothes even when they want to be more fem

Skuld cannot with gender roles

like she’s actually gonna explode with all this lack of rights business

Everyone (outside of the Dandelions) assumes Ephemer and Skuld are dating

To be clear, they are not

Player and Brain both refused to be separated from their Chirithies

Ven’s Chirithy finds him

Oh my lord these kids don’t know how to be normal

They were essentially brainwashed so they’re all stuck on the KH lore they were taught as truth

They’re all severely traumatized, obviously, but on top of the whole “Keyblade War” thing and you know, other doomsday cult stuff, they had awful healthcare and so kids would die very often and gruesomely

The NULs’ instincts are still a main reason they’re still alive

They brush off death very easily because of this, normal people are alarmed

They’re way behind on education because of their situation

Brain is definitely the most literate out of all of them but he was still limited in what he could read

Brain loves making (and deconstructing) things whether it’s sewing new clothes and plushies (something he did quite often in Daybreak Town) or the new technology, like radios and telephones (something he takes to once he’s relocated)

Brain would make plushies for “wielders” who had nightmares they were often amalgamations of various animals (just like the spirits)

He prefers to learn things through trial and error rather than being shown and he is incredibly stubborn about that

Teachers hate him for this

The new parents of Brain do their damndest to convert him to Christianity but he ends up just becoming an atheist instead

He is not quiet about it either

He probably gets beaten because of it

People find Ephemer kind of off putting

He always has a new theory about something going on with the authority based on his KH lore upbringing

He’s also one of the NULs the deepest in the delusion (Ven is the only one I think is deeper)

He’s starting to pull out of it but it’s a very slow process

He brings up death way to casually, and is always talking about his friends and their weird adventures together

Even with all that though he doesn’t really behave his age since he was forced to grow up so fast in Daybreak Town

[labyrinthinehallow]

Hello friends!! I have another older drawing to repost from my old Instagram. This one was meant to display the dorm uniform I made for Nightingshire, with all three of my Nightingshire guys!:-) it’s a little simpler of a piece, but I think that’s alright. From left to right, Nul is based on Zero -> Selick is based on Jack -> Lord is based on the tall skinny vampire (“the vampire lord”). I love the nightmare before Christmas..^_^….!! I think I’m going to upload some overblot sketches of Selick and Sergei soon, because who doesn’t love overblots…they’re so totally joyous! And fun!

I think I said it before, but Selick is the dorm housewarden! And Nul is the vice. Selick a little sick and twisted though so I cant say he’s the most outward leader, but his peers enjoy him a lot nevertheless:-) he keeps the dorm very fun! When he’s actually able to get out of his room! .. sometimes it’s Nul and Lord that are executing ideas he had, but he tries his best to remain involved. It’s hard getting out of bed sometimes, that’s all, and they understand that. In general, I have a whole lot on Selick conceptualized and drawn out, so down the road I’ll probably post that too! (Like his room, for example. kkkkkkk)

I wanted to make this a series but I have so much else to do that I’m a little freaked! We’ll see if I can draw my others in their own uniforms. Time will tell, but I’m doing my best.!!!

[unknown171204]

Les Enfoirés meet Starmania

Les restos du coeur (the restaurants of the heart) is a food aid association, created by the comedian and actor Coluche in 1985 (with Daniel Balavoine as godfather ) To publicize his project and collect donations more easily, the idea came to Coluche to ask Jean Jacque Goldman to create a singing anthem by French Celebrities to present its charitable association :

Despite Coluche's death in 1986, the association will survive him, it still exists today and every year a show is staged and performed by volunteer French artists, called :

La Troupe des Enfoirés ! ( the troop of bastards )

But what does this have to do with Starmania ?

In 1993, Enfoirés sang for their third show, the songs of Plamondon and Berger which were covered by 28 artists :

The Actors : Josiane Balasko ; Michel Blanc ; Valérie Lemercier ; Claire Nadeau ; Martin Lamotte

The Comedians : Élie Kakou ; Les Nuls ; Muriel Robin ; Pierre Palmade ; Smaïn

The Singers : Diane Dufresne ; France Gall ; Renaud Hantson ; Peter Kingsbery ;Jean-Jacques Goldman ; Patrick Bruel ; Michael Jones ; Jacques Dutronc ; Patricia Kaas ; Liane Foly ; Yannick Noah ; Tonton David ; Vanessa Paradis ; Florent Pagny ; Alain Lanty

The show will have the right to a VHS release and a CD

Full CD :

I'm not sure if the recording is complete but I found a potential copy of the VHS :

For more Starmania or to discover other French musicals I invite you to follow the path of my main masterlist to learn more about French musicals and their stories :

[tigirl-and-co]

Okay sector general fandom, I have been reading old scifi since I was like 8, and I think I may just be really, really bad at picturing aliens in my brain.

So, I'm going to make some polls, probably just one or two a week when I think of them, to help me get a better idea on the general consensus of the body plans of these aliens

Evidence for the first two:

Bilateral: in Star Healer it is mentioned they have two areas where the atmosphere/nutrient paint is taken in, and something about the two foremost arms being more bulky (but I may be wrong about that last one tbh I was somewhat confused)

Radial: something something Seven Tentacle Arms, honestly until Star Healer this was just my assumption due to the way everything was described. I was kinda just picturing the nul but grey and no flower if I'm being honest

[doctortwhohiddles]

Do these morons even realize that a contract like that would be declared nul and vlid within 30 seconds, even by the most incompetent juge? There is no way Disney or any other major corporation would try to enforce something like this.

Also, if Sophie is such a famewhore, then why the fuck would she sign a contract that prevents from speaking in public? In what universe does that make sense?

I have absolutely no idea how the sQeptics are able to function in real life. Or how none of them gave their savings to a Nigerian prince. The level of stupid is off the charts.

[beloved-death]

@hriobzagelthewanderer replied to your post “I rarely mention it but Nul is a very accomplished...”:

[I have a feeling Hriob would gladly offer to be Nul's Editor if they want.]

​@hriobzagelthewanderer

Nul would definitely not trust him. Hriob is too clever to not find a way to mess with Nul. I am not sure what or how but the rivalry/trolling would definitely find an angle. Such a fun idea!

[circe007]

It is regrettable that the idea and the cohesion created by Joseph Mawle were not followed by the directors because sociologically that would have been an interesting approach.

Mawle wanted to make his children refugees, who lived through tyranny and therefore became like their tyrants. They were designed as killing machines and are nothing but cannon fodder.

Adar saw in them children with hearts who deserved the warmth of a home, who deserved a little peace after all the horrors that had passed through over the millennia.

We can only draw a parallel with our time when certain countries are collapsing, throwing hundreds of thousands of migrants on the roads with nowhere to go and whom no one wants.

I am not saying that migrants are Uruks, far from it, but there is once again a resonance with our world today.

Adar had succeeded in seducing us with his dark wisdom and his love for his children.

Succeeding in opening our eyes, reflecting on our conceptions and rethinking the world, cinema is also used for this. There, it would have been a pure masterpiece !

C est regrettable que l'idée et la cohésion créés par Joseph Mawle n'aient pas été suivi par les réalisateurs car sociologiquement cela aurait été une approche très intéressante .

Mawle voulait faire de ses enfants des réfugiés, ayant vécues la tyrannie et par conséquent, devenant comme leurs tyrans. Ils ont été conçu comme des machines à tuer et ne représentent que de la chair à canon.

Adar voyait en eux des enfants avec un coeur qui méritaient la chaleur d'un foyer, qui avaient droit à un peu de paix après toutes les horreurs qui avaient traversé au fil des millénaires.

On ne peut que faire le parallèle avec notre époque où certains pays s'effondrent jetant sur les routes des centaines de milliers de migrants n' ayant nul part oû aller et dont personne ne veut.

Attention, je ne dis pas que les migrants sont des Uruks, loin de là, mais il y a une fois de plus une résonance avec notre monde d aujourd'hui.

Adar avait réussi à nous séduire par sa sagesse ténébreuse et son amour pour ses enfants.

Reussir à nous ouvrir les yeux , reflechir sur nos conceptions et repenser le monde,le cinéma sert à cela également. Là, ça aurait été un pur chef d'œuvre !