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[eizneckam]

"So the little prince tamed the fox. And when the hour of his departure drew near−

'Ah,' said the fox. 'I shall cry.'

'It is your own fault,' said the little prince. 'I never wished you any sort of harm; but you wanted me to tame you...'

'Yes, that is so,' said the fox.

'But now you are going to cry!' said the little prince.

'Yes, that is so,' said the fox.

'Then it has done you no good at all!'

'It has done me good,' said the fox, 'because of the color of the wheat fields.' And then he added:

'Go and look again at the roses. You will understand now that yours is unique in all the world. Then come back to say goodbye to me, and I will make you a present of a secret.'

The little prince went away again, to look at the roses.

. . . And he went back to meet the fox.

'Goodbye,' he said.

'Goodbye,' said the fox. 'And now here is my secret, a very simple secret: It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye.'"

- The Little Prince, by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

[young-onion-branch]

- Continued from last post -

I made my way around the corner and onto the next street. The rain was actually getting pretty bad, and even with the umbrella, my legs were soaked. I could barely see anything more than 10 feet away, but at least I wasn’t on the street. I didn’t think anyone would be in automobiles in this weather, but it was better to stay away from the road.

I recognized a sign and ducked into a certain alleyway, knowing I was almost there. Luckily, the buildings on either side seemed to block out some of the rain, affording me a little respite. I took a second to check my purse and make sure it wasn’t wet.

After a quick check, I started walking quickly again. I wanted to just get home and get dry, so I sped up. As I went around the corner, though, I slammed into someone coming the other way, and the person took a tumble to the ground.

“Oh no-I’m so sorry-” I began, but the person sprung back up immediately, gathering his hooded cloak around himself. I caught a glimpse of bright blue eyes under the hood. They met my own eyes for a second before the boy shouldered past me. His head passed under mine for a second - for he was several inches shorter - before he glided away into the rain and disappeared. I stared after him for a second. Who was he? But I shook my head, deciding it was none of my business, and started around the corner again. This time, my foot caught on a loose brick, and I halted for just a moment.

That hesitation saved my life.

There was a rushing noise, almost too quiet to hear, and then my umbrella split in half down the middle. I fell back on my behind, landing on the hard ground, as a figure in black landed in front of me, holding a small blade in its hand. I gasped. If I had taken another step…

I sat on the ground, totally frozen with fear and shock, stupidly staring up at the figure. I thought I had to run, but my legs trembled like reeds in the wind and did not listen. The figure said nothing, but raised its blade again. I knew it meant to kill me.

I opened my mouth. “HELP!!!” a frightened voice rang out, and I realized it was my own, distorted by fear. The figure brought its blade down again, and I thought I should close my eyes. I didn’t want to see my own death. But like my legs, my eyes seemed to be disobeying the signals from my brain.

Because my eyes were open, I saw who saved me. A second figure in a grey cloak moved like a blur in front of me, and there was a sound of metallic clanging, then a meaty thump. As the black figure’s head flew through the air and landed on the ground some 10 feet away, and the headless body slumped to the ground, the grey-cloaked figure’s hood fell down to reveal a mop of fluffy white hair. He turned around, revealing a stoic frown and blazing blue eyes, and I recognized the boy I had bumped into not one minute earlier. (Was it really so long ago?)

As I sat there, still frozen, he extended a hand down to me, pulling me to my feet. I could only stammer. “You- I- what is- who was that-” It seemed I would be unable to form coherent sentences anytime soon. Before I could try to thank him, his head whipped around as if he heard some sound I could not. He pushed me away and, to my shock, jumped almost ten feet into the air and onto the side of one of the buildings. From there, he launched himself upward as another black figure appeared from the rooftops. They met in midair, and the boy made a swift motion with his hands. The black figure suddenly split in half from the shoulder to the hip, and the two parts flopped down in front of me. I involuntarily gave a small shriek, but to my surprise, the body did not bleed or cry out in pain. In fact, as I looked down, I saw that the figure appeared to be cloth all the way through, and that the blackness was not clothing, as I had thought, but some sort of shadowy substance covering the figure’s entire body. “What…?” I whispered, and looked back up.

More shadowy figures, maybe six or seven total, clambered over the rooftops at the boy. He leapt between them as they attempted to surround him, and I saw what he had cut the figures with; he was wielding two strange, curved blades that almost seemed to sing as they carved rents in the air and rain. The boy darted to one of the figures, paused, and made a slashing motion, bisecting the enemy like its fellow. As its parts fell to the ground with a splash, he passed between two more. There was a strange sound of metal on cloth and more, and they became like their fallen comrades. The remaining three backed off cautiously, seemingly recognizing the danger the boy posed. As he landed on a railing after his assault, the three rushed in to take advantage of his momentary pause. He leaned back slightly and I gasped as a blade passed slightly over his face, nicking several strands of hair, before he lashed out with his legs, sweeping one of the attackers off its feet. It flailed its arms almost comically before he thrust a blade into its chest and pulled up, causing it to fall away, the two halves of its upper body peeling away from each other. It landed right in front of me, and I shrieked again, if only from the shock. But the other two figures were smarter: one of them had waited for its more foolish fellow to fall before rushing in behind it, its companion at its side. They slashed at the boy from both angles, and although he managed to dodge it, I saw him grimace as one of their blades nicked his leg. He fell off the railing to the ground below, and I saw blood spill onto the ground. Was the wound really that bad…? I tried to rush over to him, but at the sound of my first footstep, the two figures’ heads snapped around and fixated on me, and I felt a deathly chill run down my spine.

Moving like two ungainly spiders, the two made their way down the wall and toward me with unnatural, jerking gait, and yet they moved faster than I would have thought. In a blink of an eye, they were almost upon me. I saw the boy lift his head in shock, and getting to one knee, he threw one of his blades forward, pinning one attacker to the wall by its head. It twitched and spasmed like a crushed bug and then moved no more. But its comrade lifted its blade to bring it down on me. I took a futile step back, knowing I wouldn’t be able to move out of the way in time. Everything seemed to slow down.

The boy touched one hand to the ground, and it cracked as if struck by an immense pressure. I could see his eyes, almost as if they had really burst into a dancing, vibrant blue flame, and although there was no sound, I could swear I heard a mighty roar. He sprang forward, blade in hand, and covered the twenty feet or so between him and me in under half a second. His blade flashed several times as he sailed past me, and then the shadowy figure simply burst into shreds with a screech, shedding cloth, shadow, and something more that I couldn’t identify. The boy slammed into the wall behind me, causing a visible dent, and slumped face-down to the ground. After a second of recovering from my shock, I hurried over to him and turned him over. His eyes were closed, and his face drenched with sweat, not just rain. His breathing was labored, and as his cloak fell aside for the first time, I saw the side of his grey, tattered clothes underneath was soaked with blood. He was wounded, and not just from the cut on his leg. For the first time, I noticed he was barefoot, his feet covered with dirt and scratches.

“Can you hear me?” I pleaded. He didn’t respond. “Okay, hang on! We’re close to my place! I can help you!” I said, leaning in. Maybe he heard me, and maybe he didn’t. I lifted him in my arms - for he was surprisingly light - adjusted my purse, and hurried down the alleyway, before hesitating. I looked at the, er, bodies?, of the attackers and realized there might be more. I remembered the thrown blade and moved over to remove it from its resting place, gently holding it in one hand. The boy, although seemingly unconscious, gripped the other blade so intently his knuckles went from merely pale to stark white. Surveying the wreckage, I went quickly down the other way, to find a hopefully safer route back to my apartment. As I ran through the rain, I looked down at the boy’s sleeping face, and wondered - just who was he?

Chapter 1 - End

[atlantic-riona]

so weirdly enough I don’t....have many classic lit books that I hate?

- anything by James Joyce

- Frankenstein, by Mary Shelley

- didn’t really enjoy Their Eyes Were Watching God, by Zora Neale Hurston, but I suspect that was because it was for school

- Hemingway’s a good writer, but I just don’t like his style being forced on every writer today 🙄, so I don’t really enjoy his stuff

that’s...kind of it?

tagging @eizneckam​ and anybody else who wants to join in!

i feel like the da community needs to critique classic lit instead of idolizing every single book/author so here are my least favorite pieces of classic literature <3

- Herman Hesse's Narziß und Goldmund

- Edward II by Christopher Marlowe

- Frank Wedekind's The burning of Egliswyl (srry frank)

-Frankenstein by Mary Shelly

- anything by Edgar Allen Poe or T.S. Elliot

i 100% encourage u to add ur own !! :D

[eizneckam]

Part 2: Basic words I

Pronouns

mê: I, me

tû: you

ê: he, it

î: she, it

wayû: we, us

taya: you (pl.)

shîsa: they, them

Various nouns

hâma: man

mâna: woman

bâbô: child

datayâ: object, thing

tôme: house

pôtê: door

shîmura: room

matakû: dog

pûrô: cat

nesu: mouse

Other words

na: the

hôkû: here

nâka: there (as in indicating position, eg “That house is (over) there”)

tosu: there (is) (as in “There is a house”)

wa: what

ga: how

dâ: to be (infinitive form)

Pronunciation notes

â, ê, î, ô, û are indicative of both an elongated sound, as well as emphasis. For example, hâma would be pronounced “HAH-ma”, while matakû would be “ma-ta-KOO” (or “ma-ta-KUU”, for anyone familiar with Japanese). On the other hand, tosu would be “toss-ə” or even closer to just “toss”.

“si” is pronounced “shi”.

I guess I’ll just keep making these until I get bored.

More to follow

[eizneckam]

I mean I guess that post got notes...

Part 1: Letters

Notes.

I thought about going with a character/glyph system but I'm not insane.

D, G, J, L, and P are modified versions of the T, C, S, Y and B letters due to their vocal similarity (somewhat... I'll explain more later). (Also, this means I had to create fewer unique letters. Convenient!)

C makes a K sound, explaining K's absence.

R and L make the same sound (if you speak Japanese you'll know what I'm talking about), removing the need for R.

V and Z are represented sonally by F and S, respectively.

Q and X are absent due to redundance.

I tried to keep the letter designs simple and believable, tell me if they look wrong...

I'll be calling this language "Aja-jin" (just means "world language" in the language :P) unless I think of a better name.

Part 2 soon

[eizneckam]

Ami Fuyuki (冬木亜美)

Hair: Silver

Eyes: Dull gold

Height: 165 cm (5'5")

Weight: 54 kg (119.0 lbs)

Age: 18

Birthday: December 31st

Likes: hot chocolate

Hates: being around people

[eizneckam]

Okay but personal weird take? I hate open world games so much it's unreal not so much the concept (I have issues with these types of games but I'll still play them) but instead how every game released today is expected to be this free roaming 100+ hour legend of zelda skyrim bootleg walking simulator and games are lambasted for being less than 10 hours long and not having intense amounts of character customization and open-ended gameplay and thousands of quests and arrrrrrrrrrgh

I legitimately enjoyed playing tower of heaven, a game that can be beaten in under 2 minutes, more than I enjoy playing most big name game releases today

I didn't "grow up" with video games (only started playing them for real around 4-5 years ago so this is NOT nostalgia speaking) but when did it become so wrong to place your guy in a level, point him right, and then do that 20-30 times until you beat the game?

It feels to me like a lot of games are trying so hard to be the next big gold star Game of the Decade that they've forgotten to be...fun.

[eizneckam]

The main 4 characters of my WIP, "Soul Sign", presented in black-and-white gremlin form. Ami is the scarf girl, Tatsu is the boy with gloves, Miyuki is the cravat guy, and Sakura has the hat.

[eizneckam]

day 12 - "forte"

started rune factory 4. i am not immune to knight girl

[eizneckam]

hmmm...I COULD be productive, OR I could manipulate the hex data on this Pokemon cry visualizer to create original cries for all 123 of my OC Pokemon...

[young-onion-branch]

When the Rain Comes Again - a Fantasy (First Draft)

I. Encounter in the Rain

It was raining again, as it had been for the past week and more. The sky, now a bruised blue color, seemed to come down and cling low to everything. The rain fell, not in torrents, but a steady, quiet drizzle that was just forceful enough to serve as a constant reminder to the weather. It flowed down eaves and into the gutters on the side of the streets, gathered in pools in the uneven parts of the roads, and emptied out into the giant river dividing the city in two.

I shivered and clutched both arms as I walked down the library steps. The streetlamps’ glow was muted and softened by the mist smothering everything in sight. At the bottom, I hung back under the eaves, safe from the rain, as I fumbled with my notebook. Without my raincoat, I wasn’t sure how I was going to keep it fully dry.

“Stupid library...kicking people out early…” I grumbled to myself, kicking at a puddle and immediately regretting my decision as it caused a wave of water to soak my socks. I scowled at the water. Two whole weeks of going to the capital city library every day and not a single bit of useful information. And today, the librarian had shooed me out without even giving me a chance to grab my raincoat. I still had my purse, but it wasn’t waterproof.

“Still, better than nothing…” I said, putting the notebook inside the purse and buttoning it back up. From the safety of the eaves, I surveyed the rainy afternoon. Looked like, I was just going to have to make a run for it. The room I was staying at wasn’t too far away…

“...Oh, who am I kidding?” I murmured. “I’m gonna get soaked… At least I didn’t wear a long skirt today.”

Just as I was about to make a break for it, I heard a shout behind me - “Young miss!” I turned around to see a tall man in a suit hurrying toward me, his polished shoes kicking up murky water as he moved. I clutched at the strap of my purse somewhat nervously. The man slowed to a stop in front of me.

“Don’t tell me you’re going to try and go out in the rain with no umbrella?” he said, with a slight smile. “You’ll get soaked.”

“Er… I just don’t have one…” I said. His eyes were hidden by a pair of spectacles with reflective lenses. Was he blind? Yet, I didn’t see a cane… He’s unnerving, I thought to myself.

“Hang on a second…” he said, fumbling under his jacket for something. He pulled out a black, folded-up umbrella and presented it to me. “Here - to keep you dry,” he said. Hesitantly, I accepted and unfolded it.

“Thank you,” I said, trying to appear friendly. Perhaps he really was just a good Samaritan.

“You know, I’ve been going to this library for a while,” he said, scratching his neck. “Recently, I noticed you coming here every day. If you don’t mind me asking, what are you looking for?”

I bit my lip and looked down. “Er… I’m just searching for information about somebody.” After a second of silence, I looked back up. “Thank you… for the umbrella,” I said. “I have to go now.” I turned around and hurried out into the rain without waiting for the man’s reply. After a few seconds, I surreptitiously looked behind me to see if he was still standing under the eaves, but the rain fell in thick waves that obscured my sight. I saw no hint of him.

-----

The man watched the girl disappear into the rain. He didn’t know, really, what had possessed him to lend his umbrella to her - even if he had no need of it himself. It was something about the way she looked, wasn’t it? Yes… she reminded him of someone.

Before he could muse further, there was a noise. No one else walking through the streets heard it, but the man’s head whipped around in the direction the sound came from. If the girl had been able to see him, she would have thought him replaced by an entirely different person. Yes, he still appeared to be exactly the same, physically, but a change overcame him. He gripped the temple of his spectacles so hard it was a wonder they didn’t shatter in his grip. A grin spread across his face, ear to ear, and seemed like it would stretch further if it could.

“There you are…” he murmured. "Found you at last, Seven."

Chapter 1, Part 1 - End

[eizneckam]

Part 6: Plurals and declensions I

Plurals are a little complex in Aja-jin (because how boring would it be otherwise?). How a noun is pluralized depends on its declension. There are five declensions for nouns. Every noun in a declension will end in one of a few certain ways, and every noun in a certain declension will be the same gender (except for 5th, where they can be both.) The declensions (and plural forms) are:

First declension (fem.)

Words that end in -u have -sa added to the end (nîbu->nîbusa, gêku->gêkusa)

Words that end in -ô change to -û and have -na added to the end (bâbô->bâbûna, pûrô->pûrûna)

Second declension (masc.)

Words that end in -âbe, -âse, etc become -ôbe, -ôse (dolâbe->dolôbe)

Words that end in -ura, -uda etc become -urô, -udô (shîmura->shîmurô)

Third declension (fem.)

Words that end in -asu, -esu, -isu, -osu, -usu have a -mi added to the end (nesu->nesumi)

Words that end in -esê, -etê, -ebê etc become -îshî, -îtî, -îbî (fenesê->fenîshî)

Fourth declension (masc.)

Words that end with -âta, -âna, -âba, -âda etc. become -âtî, -ânî, -âbî, -âdî etc. (câna->cânî) 

Words that have -ata, -ana, -aba, -ada etc. as the penultimate syllables (eg matakû, dataya) -> last syllable becomes -shi and original last vowel becomes penultimate vowel (matakû->matûshi, datayâ->datâshi)

Words that end in -ôte, -ôme etc become -ôtî, -ômî (tôme->tômî, pôte->pôtî)

Words that end in -ôga, -ôna, -ôba etc become -ûgî, -ûnî, -ûbî (tôga->tûgî)

Fifth declension (masc./fem.)

Words that are spelled VCV (vowel, consonant, vowel) change their first letter as such: a->e, e->i, o->u (i and u stay the same) (ôta->ûta) (masc.)

Words that are one syllable are repeated (gô -> g��gô) (masc.)

Words that end in two alliterative syllables have the penultimate vowel altered “forward” (lâlî->lêlî, ilâla->ilêla) (so a->e, e->i, o->u; i and u stay the same) (fem.)

To figure out the declension of a noun, simply start at the bottom of the list (so in the 5th) and move up until the noun fits in a category. There isn’t a lot of overlap, but this method eliminates any conflicting definitions there might be. For example, nesu ends in -u, but since it also ends in -esu, which comes further down the list, it ends up in the 3rd declension instead of the 1st.

Wow! Fun! In case that makes your head spin, I’ll just list off the nouns I’ve already said with their plurals. So if you don’t want to memorize that list, here’s a different one!

Vocab and plurals

word (decl.) becomes plural: meaning

hâma (4th) becomes hâmî: man 

mâna (4th) becomes mânî: woman

bâbô (1st) becomes bâbûna: child

datayâ (4th) becomes datâshi: object, thing

tôme (4th) becomes tômî: house

pôte (4th) becomes pôtî: door

shîmura (2nd) becomes shîmurô: room

matakû (4th) becomes matûshi: dog

pûrô (1st) becomes pûrûna: cat

nesu (3rd) becomes nesumi: mouse

bolu (1st) becomes bolusâ: table

câna (4th) becomes cânî: tree

lâlî (5th) becomes lêlî: road, street

yâ (5th) becomes yâyâ: day

nîbu (1st) becomes nîbusa: night

gêku (1st) becomes gêkusa: moon

îto (5th) becomes îto: sun

dolâbe (2nd) becomes dolôbe: bed

fenesê (3rd) becomes fenîshî: window

tôga (4th) becomes tûgî: bird

ilâla (5th) becomes ilêla: fish

gô (5th) becomes gôgô: person

This was probably the most fun part of designing this language yet.

(Another language in-joke snuck in, can you find it?)

More to follow, maybe.

[eizneckam]

Part 5: Basic vocabulary

Just some words you can use besides the ones I’ve already covered.

Nouns

bolu: table

câra: tree

lâlî: road, street

yâ: day

nîbu: night

gêku: moon

îto: sun

dolâbe: bed

fenesê: window

tôga: bird

ilâla: fish

gô: person

“W”s

dîse: who

wâ: what

câwa: where

walu: when

yî: why

ga: how

Verbs

shîla: to walk (mêshila, tûshila, êshila, îshila, wâshilo, tâshilo, shîlo)

dôla: to sleep (mêdola, tûdola, êdola, îdola, wâdolo, tâdolo, shîdalo)

mâca: to do/make (mêca, tûmaca, êmaca, îmaca, wâmaco, tâmaco, shîmaco)

do: to say (irregular)

(Another verb irregular rule: If a syllable would repeat itself, it doesn’t; eg shîlo instead of shîshilo. In addition, if two consecutive syllables would begin with the same letter, the pronoun syllable usually overrides the root syllable; eg mêca instead of mêmaca.)

(Also: I’ve snuck a linguistics joke into this series. If you can catch it I won’t give you a cookie but I will be very impressed.)

Up next: Counting! and plurals!

[eizneckam]

Part 4: Sentence structure I

In Aja-jin, the basic sentence structure is Object-Subject-Verb.

Pe to dâ.

- This is a pen. (lit. “A pen this is.”)

Prepositions come before the object.

Su na tôme mâlica.

- I go to the house. (lit. “To the house I go.”)

Adverbs also come first.

Hôkû wâ.

- We are here. (lit. “Here we are.”)

Relevant vocabulary: Prepositions

su: to (the)

sa: in

aba: above

ake: next to

a: on

fuî: under, below

ôga: (out) from

daga: around

Relevant vocabulary: Demonstrative pronouns

to: this

te: that

fosu: these

fesu: those

Up next: more stuff

[eizneckam]

Part 3: Conjugation I (Present tense)

Conjugation in Aja-jin is fairly simple in the present tense. Each verb has a base infinitive form. In the singular forms, you just combine the appropriate pronoun with the base form to get the result. Example:

sûga (to run)

mêsuga: I run

tûsuga: you run

êsuga: he/it runs

îsuga: she/it runs

(You may also notice that emphasis usually shifts to the first syllable.)

In the plural, things are slightly more complex. Instead, you take the first syllable of the pronoun and apply it to the root. In addition, the ending of the verb changes to “o”, unless it already ends in “o”, in which case the ending becomes “e”. Like this:

wâsugo: we run

tâsugo: you (pl.) run

shîsugo: they run

Of course, there are exceptions.

Like in almost every language, “to be” is a rules-breaker. It’s not the only one, but as the most ubiquitous verb in any language, it’s best to cover it here.

dâ (to be)

mâ: I am

tâ: you are

â: he/she/it is

wâ: we are

tâda: you (pl.) are

shîda: they are

In addition, if the verb root begins with a vowel, an “l” is added to breech the gap. (”Irregular” denotes an irregular form.)

îca (to go)

mâlica: I go (irregular)

tûlica: you go

êlica: he/it goes

îlica: she/it goes

wâlico: we go

tâlico: you (pl.) go

shîco: they go (irregular)

A common irregular form in verbs beginning with a vowel sound occurs when two identical vowel syllables would be sounded in a row, so the two are combined (eg shîco instead of shîlico as shown above). î and ê do not fall under this irregular form if the next syllable contains i or e respectively, as it is already one syllable (eg îlica would just become îca, the base root again, which is redundant).

What do you think? I tried to make the irregularities sound like something a real language would have.

More to follow, again

[eizneckam]

7-14 for the writer asks

WARNING: I am very long-winded. Prepare for a very long post.

7. biggest weakness in writing?

Plot - the setting version. What I mean is, why the characters are even interacting. I can do character interactions, character arcs, how the characters interacting advances the plot, etc.; but determining the reason for the story to actually have happened in the first place is harder for me.

8. biggest strength in writing?

Character design, all facets of it. My characters are very much designed visually at the same time their personalities emerge, and changes in one can affect the other. Ironically for someone who is very good at visual character design, I am just awful at drawing, but I can clearly see what my characters look like in my head. (And I have made some breakthroughs in my drawing skills recently, so illustrations may actually occur in the future.) Designing characters' personalities and other little details about them comes naturally to me as well, as the right pieces just seem to fall into place. For example, when I was designing Sakura, one of the main characters in one of my stories, it became clear to me that she was not a very nice person, despite her original one-sentence design of "a pretty, nice young woman wearing a sundress". It just sort of emerged as a main facet of her character, like she was asserting herself. It was also apparent to me that she had a very hoarse and scratchy voice, which is just a minute detail that fell into place. All of these things just sort of came together without effort, along with other things, to create a more well-rounded character. So overall, I'd say that I am very good at creating characters.

9. favorite trope?

Oh, this is a difficult one. I'd have to say that any trope that reaffirms the goodness of the world, despite its flaws, would be my favorite, so let's go with "Knight in Sour Armor": the jaded, cynical warrior who can't help but believe that there are things worth protecting in this world.

On a less serious note, "something funny happens + two people exchange money in the background" will never fail to crack me up.

10. least favorite trope?

Obviously, my least favorite trope would be the opposite of the one mentioned above; any situation where goodness is ridiculed or virtue decried as "weak" or "unrealistic" is a sure way to get me to stop reading/watching/etc.

11. author you look up to?

J.R.R. Tolkein. Duh.

...OK, but leaving the good professor aside (who would take up an entire post by himself), probably either Jonathan Stroud (author of The Bartimaeus Trilogy) or Frances Harding (author of Fly by Night). Both were able to create intricate worlds that felt real yet totally different from our own, filled with extremely compelling characters who made you want to explore more with them. That's the kind of feeling I'd like to create when people read my stories.

12. favorite book/piece you've written?

Well, I haven't actually finished any stories, per se, but out of all my current projects, my favorite would have to be a work that was titled Morningstar (which was titled before I remembered that "Morningstar" is one of Lucifer's names; it actually kind of works with the story's villain, thematically, but I feel like I should change it), which I just PEPPERED with all of my favorite tropes, such as "Knight in Sour Armor", "sassy lost child", "nice guy finds happiness because being kind is good", and "girl with sword", as well as some of my own takes on certain tropes (one of the main characters is a sort of deconstruction/long hard look at the "rebellious/adventurous princess" trope). Overall, this is definitely the story that I would most want published, which, of course, means that it is doomed to be the least well-known of anything I ever do.

13. favorite line you've written?

"She looked at me. 'No', she lied, and left the room."

14. fanfiction or original work?

Original work. Sorry, fanfiction.

I actually don't hate fanfiction. But I can count on maybe two hands the number of fanfictions I have read for more than like 6 seconds before stopping. I think the problem is that all writers have a style and way of telling stories, and I have a very keen eye for that kind of detail, so it immediately distracts me when a fanfiction doesn't try to emulate that style. Which is most of the time.

Besides, I love learning about people's new characters and stories and stuff like that. I already have enough content for things that already exist (well, most of the time), so I want to hear more about new content!

Wow!!! That was a long post (and I had to cut it down to size, too; specifically the entire paragraph about naming characters)! But hey! My very first ask!!! Thank you very much! Hope you enjoyed!