#dont know what the first translation is on about

[sxaymz217]

I have related heavily to everything that has been said on this post. I myself am a late diagnosed auDHD adult, and OP I think you are on to something with the communication angle. For my experience, there have been many times in my life when I rapidly came to the conclusion that I do not possess the ability to do, what appeared to me when I observed others, a simple task. There were/are several overlapping problems that made/make asking for assistance difficult.

One, there's been a delay in processing new information for me. When I was a child, or new at something, people would take a moment to teach me. For me though, even if I got it right away, I definitely need someone to repeatedly teach me until it becomes memory I can recall on my own. And of course, if I dont get it right away, I'm going to need quite a bit more assistance. This excess repetition of instructions, teaching and education, requires a great deal of time and patience. Things I learned very early in life, most people do not have in abundance. "Of course I'll be able to figure out this math equation Ms. Stewart, I just need you to explain it in as many forms as possible, and help me practice a dozen times until I can do it myself," which leads to the second problem.

Two, communication. I have rarely ever been able to choose the right words, the right order, the right cadence and tone of voice to get assistance. Or somehow even worse, I can't get the right timing. Say I needed help with that math problem from earlier, even if I chose different words, was incredibly polite, and managed to refrain from using my regular sarcastic tone of voice (read social armor I built for myself as a child), I could very easily still choose the wrong moment to ask the question. My early memories of raising my hand in class are blurry, but I remember quite a bit of laughing from the other students and things like "we already went over that," "God aren't you paying attention," and of course, "why in the world would you even ASK that question."

For me at least, it's almost like I was punished for not learning fast enough or asking questions that were too obvious. But it's more than just how other people react that makes me hesitate to ask for assistance. Not only do I need to keep track of how a specific person who has the information I need, communicates, I need to know how they respond to questions, what their teaching style is, and how to translate that into information I will understand and be able to repeat. I need to know how to construct the conversation in a way they will interpret positively so I can come back again, when I need more help. All of this is damn near impossible for me to keep track of in my head, and already pretty stressful, to say nothing of whatever it is I am asking for assistance on in the first place.

Depending on the level of emotional attachment I have to the task I need help with, that emotion alone can heighten my struggles with communication.

For example, learning how to fold clothes on a slow day in my retail job was easy for me to ask questions and learn. I had an established rapour with my manager, she was lovely, I mean she was also scary, everyone was afraid of her, but I'm afraid of everyone so it was easier for me lol. Anyway, I knew how to talk to her and learn from her, and the task itself was already incredibly repetitive so it didn't take long before I was self sufficient.

But asking for help when the task itself is already terrifying? Such as running the registers during a rush? Much more difficult to even begin to articulate specific questions about the technical aspects of a transaction when the customer is impatient and angry. Even if they're not angry and a very lovely person, I'm nervous and it's a lot for me to keep track of, I made way too many mistakes. It even occurred to me in the moment I needed help, that I absolutely could not do this alone, and even with an established rapour with teachers I was comfortable being ignorant around, I could not even formulate the questions in my mind. It's almost like, even in perfect ideal circumstances, the social and communication side of the task were insurmountable obstacles or outright distractions that made the technical side of the task impossible.

When asking for help, I worry. Afraid I'll get the words wrong, or somehow mess up the way I'll communicate it. I worry I'm overtaxing someone else's patience. If the task is too important or terrifying on it's own, asking for assistance becomes that much more challenging because now I have ignore not only the fear of having the conversation but also the task itself.

And well, like OP said, it's just easier not to watch TV no matter how badly you want to, than to have to deal with asking about the weird remotes ����.

I realized the other day that the reason I didn't watch much TV as a teenager (and why I'm only now catching up on late aughts/early teens media that I missed), is because I literally didn't understand how to use our TV. My parents got a new system, and it had three remotes with a Venn diagram of functions. If someone left the TV on an unfamiliar mode, I didn't know how to get back to where I wanted to be, so I just stopped watching TV on my own altogether.

I explained all this to my therapist, because I didn't know if this was more related to my then-unnoticed autism, or to my relationship with my parents at the time (we had issues less/unrelated to neurodivergency). She told me something interesting.

In children's autism assessments, a common test is to give them a straightforward task that they cannot reasonably perform, like opening an overtight jar. The "real" test is to see, when they realize that they cannot do it on their own, if they approach a caregiver for help. Children that do not seek help are more likely to be autistic than those that do.

This aligns with the compulsory independence I've noticed to be common in autistic adults, particularly articulated by those with lower support needs and/or who were evaluated later in life. It just genuinely does not occur to us to ask for help, to the point that we abandon many tasks that we could easily perform with minor assistance. I had assumed it was due to a shared common social trauma (ie bad experiences with asking for help in the past), but the fact that this trait is a childhood test metric hints at something deeper.

My therapist told me that the extremely pathologizing main theory is that this has something to do with theory of mind, that is doesn't occur to us that other people may have skills that we do not. I can't speak for my early childhood self, or for all autistic people, but I don't buy this. Even if I'm aware that someone else has knowledge that I do not (as with my parents understanding of our TV), asking for help still doesn't present itself as an option. Why?

My best guess, using only myself as a model, is due to the static wall of a communication barrier. I struggle a lot to make myself understood, to articulate the thing in my brain well enough that it will appear identically (or at least close enough) in somebody else's brain. I need to be actively aware of myself and my audience. I need to know the correct words, the correct sentence structure, and a close-enough tone, cadence, and body language. I need draft scripts to react to possible responses, because if I get caught too off guard, I may need several minutes to construct an appropriate response. In simple day-to-day interactions, I can get by okay. In a few very specific situations, I can excel. When given the opportunity, I can write more clearly than I am ever capable of speaking.

When I'm in a situation where I need help, I don't have many of my components of communication. I don't always know what my audience knows. I don't have sufficient vocabulary to explain what I need. I don't know what information is relevant to convey, and the order in which I should convey it. I don't often understand the degree of help I need, so I can come across inappropriately urgent or overly relaxed. I have no ability to preplan scripts because I don't even know the basic plot of the situation.

I can stumble though with one or two deficiencies, but if I'm missing too much, me and the potential helper become mutually unintelligible. I have learned the limits of what I can expect from myself, and it is conceptualized as a real and physical barrier. I am not a runner, so running a 5k tomorrow does not present itself as an option to me. In the same way, if I have subconscious knowledge that an interaction is beyond my capability, it does not present itself as an option to me. It's the minimum communication requirements that prevent me from asking for help, not anything to do with the concept of help itself.

Maybe. This is the theory of one person. I'm curious if anyone else vibes with this at all.

[plushieni]

can i request megumi headcanons where his girlfriend has curly hair? i dont rlly know what to specify but basically how he watches his girlfriend spend hours on hair and waste money and stuff! thank u!!!

admire me ♡⸝.

megumi had a tendency to admire you. he was so fascinated by your curly hair, it was insane. he loved the way it looked in the sunlight, the way you’d style it, the way it framed your face. he was obsessed with you, quietly, deeply, and constantly.

he didn’t understand it at first—always questioning things about it. "why do you need that many products?" or "what does that one do?" he'd ask, pointing at a random gel. but the more you taught him, the more he started to appreciate it. the effort, the care, the time you put into it. he never realized how much went into your routine until he watched it with his own eyes.

and god, did he watch. from across the room, leaning against the doorframe, silently in awe. it was calming to him—the way your face looked so serious and focused as you finger-coiled each curl, the gentle way you handled every step like it was sacred. he never interrupted. just watched, like it was a ritual he wasn’t meant to disturb.

sometimes, he’d ask to help. "come on, let me try. i’ll make it look soooo pretty." he was clumsy at first, careful to the point of overthinking every touch, but determined. he wanted to learn, wanted to be good at it—for you. and once he got the hang of it? he was unstoppable. looking up new styles late at night, bookmarking tutorials, and pulling up pictures to show you. "what if i try this one on you?" he wouldn't stop until it looked perfect.

he got even more involved once he started buying you products. he just wanted to spoil you—because you deserved it. he’d walk in holding two bags, grinning softly. "the lady at the store said these are the best ones." and when you shopped together, you’d catch how enchanted he was by it all—reading labels, scanning ingredients, researching them on his phone. "this one says sulfate-free. do you want it?" and even when you shook your head no, he’d toss it in the cart anyway. no one could stop him from spending every dime on you.

on wash days, he already knew what was up. detangling brush on the sink, towel around your shoulders, bottles everywhere. he made it his mission to offer all the support he could. "you’re almooost done, right? you’re doing great." checking in every so often with soft encouragements and sleepy little smiles, like he was cheering you on from the sidelines.

and always—always—your personal photographer. you’d ask if you looked okay, and he’d mumble, "…yeah, you look fine." but the blush on his cheeks would give him away. he was burning up just looking at you. you’d catch him later, showing you pictures he secretly took. "look at this one i got of you," he’d say, proud and smitten. "you look so pretty."

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[hypcn]

guess. | lhs

| warnings ⊱༒︎ cnc , biting , overstimulation , unprotected sex , brat taming , p in v , rough sex , praising, degradation , obsessive/stalker behavior , choking , fingering, oral (f receiving) , catgirl y/n , ear biting, heejakehoon x yn (mild)

| genre ⊱༒︎ smut (mdni) , forbidden love ,

| PAIRINGS ⊱༒︎ vampire!heeseung x catgirl!fem.reader

| status ⊱༒︎ don't know yet..!

| wc ⊱༒︎ 1.9k

| a/n ⊱༒︎ hi so im new to tumblr and i havent written a fic in a LONG time so um i hope its good !! i appreciate reposts and likes thank you <3

© all rights reserved hypcn , do not repost, translate, or plagarize.

Fuck. Before you knew it, you stood in front of moonveil high, the only school in existence to have students who were vampires, catgirls, dogboys, werewolfs, you name it.

You didn't even realize you signed up for this until you actually got driven to the middle of the woods by your parents, insisting you would never be able to hold up acting as a human in normal schools. You had to leave everything and everyone. Even your house. Yep, your parents technically just sent you to boarding school.

You just wanted to crawl into a hole and never come back until all your 9 lives diminished. You texted your cousin, karina who had probably been in this school since she was 13. She was the only person you knew there, so atleast you had someone to follow around so you wouldn't getting eaten up by everyones stares.

8:03 AM

⠀　 ⠀　⠀⠀　 ⠀　⠀⠀　 ⠀　⠀ stupid cheese cat

⠀　 ⠀　⠀⠀　 ⠀　⠀⠀　 ⠀　⠀⠀　 ⠀　⠀⠀　 ⠀　⠀⠀　 ⠀　⠀⠀　 ⠀　rina.

⠀　 ⠀　⠀⠀　 ⠀　⠀⠀　 ⠀　⠀⠀　 ⠀　⠀⠀　 ⠀　⠀⠀　 ⠀　can you come

⠀　 ⠀　⠀⠀　 ⠀　⠀⠀　 ⠀⠀　seen 8:04am 　⠀ outside and pick me up?

: On my way!

omw*

You look up and see Karina coming towards you. You'd wave, and she'd wave back. "Gosh I'm so glad you're in this school.." you sighed in relief. "I'm glad you're here now too!!! Lets go in, we have to get you to meet the principal first." She'd hook her arm into yours and drag you in.

Your soft ears twitched the moment you entered the gates. It felt so....familiar, yet you'd never been here. Ever. The school looked fairly modern, you expected it to look like hogwarts or something.

"The interior looks so nice.." you'd mumble to yourself, and Karina would just smile, gosh, how was she so happy about school? Not like you weren't either. Guess it runs in the family.

"We're here, y/n! I can't come in because I personally have beef with the principal, but you go in ahead and I'll wait outside!" You mouthed thank you and went into the principal's office.

Wait, why was there a literally 4'1 child there? what the fuck?? was THAT the principal?

"Good morning...I'm y/n the new admission..!" Youd say with an awkward smile, you were so, so confused.

"Oh yes I've been expecting you!! I'm the principal of this school, Tribbie! Anyway, I'll just assign you your dorm and you locker, and your classes..." The small lady would spin her chair and print out your schedule, take your dorm key out of her desk drawer. "Here you go. If you need anything, I'm usually always in my office!" You'd thank her, bow and leave. You'd turn your head and see Karina waiting with her friend, her ears looking irritated. "I got my schedule, Rina."

She'd turn around , "Oooh!! you're in...oh."

"What?"

"You're in the room next to..ugh"

"Just tell me!"

"You're next to the most annoying, bitchy, cocky fucking person in this school, Lee Heeseung. He's a vampire." She'd look worried for you, was it really that big of a deal?

"I dont think it's gonna be that bad...."

"oh but IT IS. I remember this one girl who was a siren was next to his room and she couldn't sleep at night because he was so fucking loud with his fucking troupe of vampires!"

"whatever..."

"Oh, y/n. This is Minjeong, my bestfriend!" *you'd glance at the blonde girl, who looked like a puppygirl.

"Hi, i'm y/n! nice to meet you, Minjeong"

"You're so cute, y'n!"

You'd get flustered at the sudden compliment, but still feel kinda happy considering it was from a girl. "Thank you, you are too!"

fast forward, it was break. you were thankfully assigned an interesting schedule, considering you were a science and maths major. The teachers were kind, and so were the people. You did make a few friends but didn't really care much because you were going to be hanging with Karina and Minjeong anyway.

You'd groan, "God, why is this campus a literal maze? I'm so fucking tired!!!" Karina would scoff, "It's just your first day, calm down. You'll be fine." You'd smile at the reassurance. "Thanks, Rina." Minjeong would nod and then ask, "Anyway, what sport are you gonna take?" You'd look up at think, "honestly, I might take basketball, I am good at it after all. But if there's a dance option I'll definitely take that." She'd look amazed, "There is! Anyway, you should go get the ice-cream you wanted from the vending machine now, it's free." You'd glance over and nod and walk over to the machine and get your favorite, a cola lolli. You'd hum in happiness and bump into a hard, really fucking hard chest and smush your ice cream into it by mistake.

"Hey watch where you're going! My ice cream is all smushed." The red haired boy would look around and smirk, "And you are?" Youd scoff, just really fucking annoyed "None of your business, are you gonna repay me for my ice cream or not?" He'd have that cocky smirk again, "The names Lee Heeseung, and sure, I might as well, kitty."

Your ears would twitch at the name, wasn't he the loud, cocky popular vampire? Gosh, way to ruin your day. You both walked over to the vending machine and he bought you...five..? FIVE of the cola ice creams??

He'd hold his wallet in his mouth and hand the ice creams to you. "Here, kitty. Happy now?" You'd look up, dumbfounded, one of your ears pointing downwards "Why'd you get me 5.." He'd smirk again, "Felt like it, you little brat." You'd look offended and scoff at the nickname, and he'd just smirk and walk away.

you'd walk back to your table, with five ice creams in your hand. "What the fuck just happened." Karina would look confused, "What?"

You'd reenact the event that just happened, Minjeong would be laughing and Karina would be really annoyed by Heeseung's actions. "He's such a manwhore, god. And he seriously called you a brat?!" You nod. "I hope he gets humbled one day. This is why I HATE men. You'd just laugh it off, not thinking too much of it.

But, you couldn't shake off the feeling of you getting watched suddenly, Heeseung was nowhere to be found, so it couldn't be him, and you couldn't see anyone staring either. Your ears twitched, being sensitive usually at all times.

Little did you know, Heeseung was with his group of vampires, blended in with the crowd, his eyes on no one else but you, and your form.

He was the first one that laid eyes on you, even before karina. He sensed you before your car ever drove to the gate of the school. He saw you waiting for Karina to get you in, already figuring out you're needy and shy.

He wanted to corrupt you. Take everything from you and keep you all to himself. He was never, this obsessed with a girl, ever. He had always been really, really picky about his women. He wanted you swallow you and gobble you up just to keep you with him forever. The way your ears or tail twitched, fuck, they always went straight to his cock.

9:00pm.

The sun had set, and now it was night time, your personal favorite part of the day. You'd walk towards your dorm with a map and finally reach it.

But fuck, how are you going to move ALL these boxes by yourself..?

You remember Karina mentioned that Heeseung's room would be next to yours. You took a deep breath and knocked on his door.

He'd open it, looking really sweaty but so, fucking perfect like always. His eyebrows would shoot up in surprise with you at the door. "And what sin have i done to deserve you at my door at this time?"

You'd scoff in amusement, "Shut up. I need help."

"say the magic word, kitty"

"what?' you'd look up, confused.

"Say, 'Please, Heeseung.'"

"..." you'd just stare at him.

"Fine then." He'd start closing the door. What a fucking asshole, gosh.

"Please help me Heeseung." Fuck, the way his name rolled off your tongue made him want you even more. He'd smirk and step out in a tank top. "With?" .. "I need help in moving these boxes in." You'd point to the boxes in front of your door FULL of stuff. "That's it?"

"What else would I ask you for??" He'd just smirk, his mind going to dirty places. "Nothing, don't worry about it."

an hour later, both of you successfully got the boxes into your dorm. Heeseung was glowing, literally. He wasn't sweating at all despite being the one doing most of the work, while your ass was busted.

"im so tired..gosh.." You'd huff, exhausted. He'd smirk at you and say "Need a drink, kitty?" You'd roll your eyes at the nickname, "Stop calling me that, and yes i do." He'd get up and grab some vanilla ice cream from your own fridge. "Want a milkshake?" Your ears perk up at the word. "Yes please!!"

God, you were so unbelievably fucking cute. He wanted you all to himself, he just felt so possessive towards you.

An hour later, you both drank milkshakes and actually had fun. He wasn't as bad as Karina described him..Although he kept playing with your ears absentmindedly which did piss you off, he was actually kinda nice.

"It's getting late, you should go, Heeseung." He'd look at the clock innocently, "Aww, is it..? let me stay kitten."

"what why?"

"Because I want to?"

"But that's not allowed?"

"It's not like the principal's gonna barge into your room dead in the night, kitty."

Why was he so convincing? Honestly, looking at his cute face you couldn't resist saying yes.

"..fine. but what are we even gonna do?"

"Throw a party."

"Excuse me?"

"did i stutter, kitty?"

"but-" He'd lean closer and put a finger to your lips, shushing you and running his other hand over your jaw. "shh. let me handle it."

fuck, before you knew it half the campus was at your dorm-house. there were people all over each other, alcohol EVERYWHERE, and to no surprise, all other six friends of Heeseung.

You were in a frenzy trying to get people to not tobble things over or break anything. You suddenly felt two arms wrap around your waist and nuzzle your neck, no doubt it was Heeseung.

"kitty..you smell so good.." You'd look confused, was he drunk or something "Are you drunk?!" He'd just giggle and continue snuggling against your neck. His fangs would graze against your neck and you'd shiver, fuck, was he gonna feed on you?! You'd quickly try to get yourself free, but you just couldn't. He wasn't letting you go.

"mmh...y/n..i need you baby.." your face went red and your ears twitched at his words. "w-what are you saying?! are you crazy?!" hed groan, "come on kitty, don't you see how starved I am?"

| a/n ⊱༒︎ pt 2 if this gets attention maybe ??? lmk heh

[enjoythesilentworld]

writing tag game!

thank you for the tags @phneltwrites @iwouldnevergetintofanfic @saynomorefic <33

1.How many works do you have on AO3?

23

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

416,618 (though some of these are collabs)

3. What fandoms do you write for?

young royals <3

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

so loaded, eye low aka the Met Gala au <3 i don't even have thoughts on this i just cant believe its almost got 700 kudos like that's crazy. y'all like angsty angry sex huh

just if for a minute aka fake marriage au <33333333333 my Miami idiots

all our words were worth it aka my collection from Simon's month. so many one-shots here that deserved a solo work or continuation but alas i only have two hands

for the tree's sake aka tree boys au aka the fic that started it all.

we sure make things work aka Wille's month. i feel like you can see how much my writing has improved since these, even when you just compare it to Simon's month

5. Do you respond to comments?

i do my very very best to. i have gotten very behind on it but i do read every comment and my heart bursts out of my chest at every single one

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

i usually try to give a happy or hopeful ending? maybe Only for Coffee because they're still technically broken up and we don't know what happens after? although I guess also Fright Fest! because they're both still actively bleeding out lmao

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

'just if for a minute' probably? spoilers i guess but they sort their shit out and are literally legally bound together. but like i said i try to give all my Wilmon a happy ending. (for now)

8. Do you get hate on fics?

so far so good! i've been put in jail quite a few times but i think that was all out of love/hate

9. Do you write smut?

haha. yes ✝️

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

no crossover yet :/

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

i dont think so?

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

no

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

yes :) i have three separate collabs with some of the best people (and writers) i know, which is so cool and fun and i love fandom

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

anything i publish i have the intention of finishing. i promise i have not forgotten about call ur crush! 💀 i will give y'all ch5 if it kills me

15. What are your writing strengths?

oh lord. i dont know. i've gotten comments about my like, descriptions of the setting? and world building.

16. What are your writing weaknesses?

i worry i am a bit repetitive, esp with like metaphors and shit. there's only so many ways I can describe tension, u know?

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

uh. fun? no harm no foul? i think in some fics it matches the vibes, but me personally i dont usually do more than pet names and the occasional 'tack' or 'snälla'. for funsies.

18. First fandom you wrote for?

i believe all my 1d and hp and other rpf has been wiped from existence (thank god) but young royals is the first i've actually posted on ao3 for

19. Favorite fic you’ve written?

Running with Wolves. so much love to all my other fics - special shoutout to ftts for being my first wilmon born - but this crime fic has taken over all my thoughts and i have had so much fun crafting ways to make these boys miserable and to make this world feel real and tangible and dangerous. it's one of my least popular and i literally don't care because.... little lamb.

i think lots of people have done this and or been tagged a million times so here's some more tags for u <3 @pagegirlintraining @willesredlights @hergrandplan @royalwilmon @skibasyndrome

[coccinelle-claire]

no way are they giving us lore about macaque's shadow transportation abilities

[casualavocados]

What are you proud of?

KISEKI: DEAR TO ME Ep. 03 / Ep. 06

Bonus:

[lunarharp]

if i just told you i love you would this world change

[steamedlotusroot]

i hope people know that an extended version of the lego monkie kid opening exists in cantonese :D it’s sung and written by swk’s VA dicky cheung (he voices him in the season 1 cantonese and taiwanese mandarin dubs and is his actor in the 1996 jttw show)

the cantonese dub of lmk is on lego’s youtube but there’s only 3 seasons and the taiwanese dub only has 1 season for some reason? there’s an extra rap at the start of both their openings but the lyrics are different! swk also has extra dialogue during his fight with the demon bull king where he makes tons of beef puns LMAO

[maraschinotopped]

ive been staring at the naqtube channel page just doing analysis thoughts in my head for like 15 minutes and ive just been hit with the realization that Damn this is not normal. normal people dont do this. either the mental illness or the mild sickness is doing something to me right now.

[hidey-writes]

wip wednesday

Gu Yiran is still thinking about the dinner when he and Zheng Bei get back to Zheng Bei’s apartment, as they’re going through their nighttime routines.

The group’s conversation had turned, expectedly, to everyone’s plans after the case closed. Lao Jiu’s official retirement would be at the end of the month, and after that he had traveling plans with his granddaughter. Ding Guozhu and Zhao Xiaoguang were both traveling back to their respective hometowns for a week, and had spent a good portion of dinner fretting over how to avoid telling their parents about the more unsavory aspects of this case. Zhang Xueyao would take her parents out on holiday, had already bought the tickets and booked their first hotel.

Zheng Bei, Gu Yiran noticed, hadn’t volunteered anything about his own plans.

But the dinner conversation had slid right past him and refocused on Gu Yiran’s post-case plans, once he was back in Huazhou. Zheng Bei had inserted himself into the conversation then, and said, “Gu-laoshi, maybe we’ll all come visit you in Huazhou after this case closes. Even if there isn’t work for us to do together, we can all just go there for fun, right?”

Gu Yiran couldn’t imagine what Zheng Bei might find attractive about Huazhou, what might be there that he wanted to visit. Compared to Zheng Bei, there was so much less Gu Yiran could offer as a host — he doesn’t have a ready set of loyal and familiar teammates, or the warmth and welcome of a bustling family home. But it was easier to play along, to agree, to believe, just for that moment, that any of them would still remember or want to visit after this case ended and the immediate bonds of intense collaborative work had faded. And so, Gu Yiran had merely said, “Of course I’d be glad to have you all,” and smiled, and carefully had not met Zheng Bei’s eyes.

a slightly longer snippet from draft 3.5 (-_-) of the beiran fic bc alas i think this section is going to die in this round of revisions and i quite like it!

[cator99]

I always get detained at da border because PROFUNC never ended but basically I'm like if a targeted individual didn't even care

[aria0fgold]

Back on my translating again and it's no wonder this thing is so difficult. Like-- not even including the fact that it's supposed to be on beat enough and that I don't even know much Japanese... In order to get the right sentence, I need to find the right word, know the meaning behind it, figure out the intention of the song and even figure out the whole picture behind the song's message, and finally see if it matches with the character the song is for. All that for One(1) line. And a verse has 4.

[red-dyed-sarumane]

i asked about kugutsu ashura & showed him the lyrics and he started reading them in chinese & i was like. oh no its a japanese song & hes like WHAT. & read it again & went "im sorry these words like this dont make any sense to me. i think this person is just playing with words to make a cool... like a rap or something" so i mentioned its a series about the world ending & hes like "no it really just seems like playing with sounds"

[snailsandstrawberries]

have to read an article for a class written by the same professor and i so desperately want to take a red pen and go to town because what the actual FUCK

[tennessoui]

I adore the TA AU, but I feel like it needs a few more snippets before it could go on Ao3 and feel like a proper fic (not b/c of word count, but because it feels like there are a few key emotional moments missing). (What there is is so good!)

i guess that's the question though, like. a lot of my ficlets i have are just that--ficlets, meant to either lead into another ficlet eventually or lead into answering asks about the ficlet where i then talk more about the au and it gets all fleshed out.

is posting just a ficlet enough on ao3 or is it dishonest to what the au is on tumblr?

i think the ta au is a good example of that, where there are multiple ficlets but it may not feel complete in ficlet form because part of the au is the short ask answers and tags and head canon reblogs that can't be translated over easily to ao3 because it was born on tumblr and it's by it's nature a tumblr au

another example i think would be the princess diaries au where there are 2-3 really good ficlets i like a lot that i think people would like to read but they are by no means close-ended and they're written to leave the concept open to embellishment later on

so when it comes to aus like those, do i wait, do i try to write more, do i keep them solely on tumblr....and when it comes to aus that are JUST one ficlet but left-open ended, does that get to go on ao3?? do i wait?? do i try to write more?? at that point, is that no longer a copy-paste over project and an active effort to translate from tumblr norms to ao3 ones?

[arytha]

its crazy how emotional i still get over xie lian when seeing art of him