#embarrassingly reblogged to the wrong account

[madebyteenagefury]

who let me have more than one blog. this never should have happened

[rozaceous]

previously i posted a bit on this thought (reblog is in the notes) so this includes that and also some more, abt 1k total.

"I'm not a demon!" the girl shouts hotly. "Not that I like your tone about it anyway! Who cares even if I were!"

"Guniang—"

"Pointing your sword at people like that—so rude!" the girl continues, hands on her hips, outright scolding the youth in Huan Hua's yellow robes.

Her own dress, of course, is questionable at best, though it tickles at Shen Qingqiu's memories. The wide-legged trousers, the skin-tight shirt in a mesh-like material underlaying the sleeves of her top, the near-scandalous flash of a bandeau on her torso where aforementioned top gapes open to reveal more mesh, the sandals—none of it is right, and that's excluding the knife at her hip and the metal-backed fingerless gloves on her hands. It's not even demonically not-right, it's simply entirely wrong for Proud Immortal Demon Way.

A quick look exchanged with Shang Qinghua tells him that he's noticed it, too.

Though the distinctly canine teeth that are now bared at the Huan Hua Palace disciple make it clear why 'demon' was the go-to designation. Even Shen Qingqiu is taken aback by them.

"Dog girl?" Shang Qinghua says in an undertone, disbelieving.

Not in enough of an undertone; despite seemingly not having paid them a lick of attention until now, the girl whips her head directly at them, glaring.

"Who the fuck did you just call a dog girl?!"

Shen Qingqiu straightens even as Shang Qinghua squeaks and steps closer to him.

"P-Peak Lord Shen!" exclaims the youth, and now Shen Qingqiu has a good enough view to recognize—

"Gongyi Xiao," he greets. He looks to the girl, drawing on every ounce of his immortal master facade. "Guniang. This master and his shidi were following a trace of demonic energy and happened to arrive here. What seems to be the issue?"

"Got trapped in whatever spatial genjutsu is in the forest here, and Gongyi Xiao decided he had a problem with that," the girl says snidely.

"Guniang," Gongyi Xiao protests weakly, his sword now sheathed.

"Genjutsu?" Shen Qingqiu repeats, frowning. Then— "The maze array?"

"Gen…jutsu…" Shang Qinghua mutters at his side.

But before any further clarity can be achieved, the girl freezes, taking a loud, long inhale. And then, quick as a whip, she spins around, ignoring them all.

Gongyi Xiao has his hand back on his sword's hilt, following her gaze. "Guniang?"

"Snakes," the girl says as answer that elucidates virtually nothing.

But Shen Qingqiu is struck stupid by the embroidered fan on the back of her shirt.

"U—U—Uchiha?!" he shouts, voice embarrassingly high.

HOLY SHIT.

SYSTEM? SYSTEM?! AN EXPLANATION, PLEASE.

But there's no response, the tinny Siri-voice as absent as it's been since the Immortal Alliance Conference. Useless piece of shit.

The girl turns back to him, but more slowly, and the careful stare has the hairs on Shen Qingqiu's arms rising. He is abruptly aware that he might be in significant danger.

"Oh?" Her voice has gone creepily polite and pleasant. "Peak Lord Shen has heard of us?"

"Peak Lord Shen?"

"Gongyi Xiao can stand down," he somehow manages to say. "This master thinks he has an idea of what is happening, now."

"Bro?" Shang Qinghua says quietly. His brow is furrowed, and Shen Qingqiu has no doubt that he'll be able to put it together soon; there's no way Airplane is unfamiliar with that source material.

"Naruto," he says, and the girl's eyes sharpen on him.

Bingo.

"Na—Naruto?!" And there it is! Shang Qinghua's mouth hangs open for a few moments as he gapes at the girl.

Ah. But—

"Guniang seems to be from a pocket dimension," Shen Qingqiu bullshits at Gongyi Xiao. Proud Immortal Demon Way had definitely had pocket realms, but they were usually only used for holding treasure and new wives for Luo Binghe. "This master has read of the family she belongs to, though it was a—rather fantastical account."

"A pocket dimension?" But Gongyi Xiao seems to accept that, relaxing. "Peak Lord Shen is indeed worthy of his reputation as a scholar, to recognize the situation so quickly. This junior admits his inadequacies."

"Certainly not; it was a very old reference that this master read many years ago. Gongyi Xiao has in no way been neglectful."

Indeed, it'd be hard to read an account that doesn't exist in this world!

"And apologies to guniang, for reacting too strongly to a situation she must find very startling," he says to the girl, bowing.

"That's—" A flush starts in her cheeks, but disappears just as quickly, no doubt flustered by the show of contrition coming from an older, handsome young man. But she seems more relaxed, too, or at least much less likely to resort to violence. "Well. I wasn't helping matters. My apologies to Gongyi Xiao."

"Accepted, of course."

"This master and his shidi would like to offer assistance to guniang," Shen Qingqiu further bullshits. He hasn't had to pull it out of his ass like this since he first transmigrated, but he thinks he deserves a medal! "As this master assumes guniang may need it in order to return home, or at least accommodations before doing so."

She eyes him warily, but like hell is Shen Qingqiu—if he's reading this right—letting another transmigrator slip through his fingers! And one from Naruto! He wants to see a shadow clone! And what if she has the Sharingan!

The ever-reliable Gongyi Xiao sees her hesitation and says earnestly, "Peak Lord Shen is renowned for the breadth and depth of his study, and Cang Qiong Mountain Sect would certainly have the resources to help guniang find her way home if she's lost. Guniang can trust in his word."

Ah, what a touching recommendation! What an excellent young man!

The girl looks between him and Gongyi Xiao some more before she straightens and executes a very graceful bow. "Uchiha Mariko thanks Peak Lord Shen for his offer and accepts. I'll be in your care."

And she's an original character!

what if mariko was instead transmigrated to svsss?

this is a question that i have to clarify: mariko as she is in tcba? or mariko as an si/oc who lands in sv instead, never goes to naruto verse? bc if the latter, she's no longer mariko at all, she's whoever she's reborn as, her story and growth are entirely different to the pt that i wouldn't call them the same character. and that's a whole other fic lol.

but mariko+eyeball shenanigans/"pocket dimension" and getting misplaced in svsss? hm. hmmmmmm. ok so let's assume that chakra and qi are compatible enough energetic systems to start, mariko could pass as a rogue cultivator but she doesn't have a sword. or rather, a cultivator w a tanto for a sword LMAO and some semi-scandalous dress that gets her mistaken for a demon esp w THOSE eyes. genjutsu it is! at least until she gets a wardrobe change.

the flora and fauna are the biggest threats, omg can you fucking imagine getting sex pollened??? legit a horror story. and mariko hates poisons/is bad w them. and what does she fucking eat if foraging is too risky? no money...

and who knows how much of svsss she even remembers, much less how long it takes her to put it together that that's where she is. but she wants to go back, and the only thing in-universe that's powerful enough for that is xin mo. her options are... limited, by that.

[ask-de-writer]

KURIN’S FOLLY : World of Sea : Part 8 of 15

KURIN’S FOLLY

Part 8

by

De Writer (Glen Ten-Eyck)

23,699 words

© 2020 by Glen Ten-Eyck

writing begun  2006

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“Lost Gatherings?  Kurin, that was a thousand Gatherings back!  I’m not that old!” Lissa snorted.  Then she reflected, “That history is gone too, so I guess that it does fit, after all.”  She gave a sad little laugh at that.

Master Juris was eyeing them warily.  It was clear that his plot had gone awry but he could not figure out how it had happened.  Alor, following Kurin and Lissa silently at a distance, shot Master Juris a hard look.  He did not even look embarrassed.

While Lissa found seats, Kurin went to see what the cooks could spare.  Getting a hint from Kurin’s mind, High Cloud sailed from her shoulder and landed neatly on the table by Lissa.  Startled, Lissa began to pull back but then leaned forward and softly asked, “Are you my Murin?  I suppose not.  It has been too long and you are too young.  If you ever do find him, could you bring him to me?”

Kurin came to the table with a laden tray and sat across from Lissa.  She smiled at her mother and said, “He says that he will watch but Sea is big.”  High Cloud strutted about the tray viewing the contents from all angles and settled down where Kurin could easily reach him with her chopsticks.

Soon they were laughing merrily over Kurin’s comic account of her first attempt to fly.  She had ridden in High Cloud’s body as he flew so often that she was sure that she could do it herself, if High Cloud would just let her try controlling his body.  She had been embarrassingly wrong.  “And he makes it look so easy!” she finished.

She picked up a piece of red weed bun and held it out to the smug looking bird.  He had picked the story from Kurin’s mind and remembered it very well.  His head was bobbing, crest lifted in amusement, along with their laughter.  He paused long enough to snag the bun and make short work of it, lifting his head as he swallowed each bite.  Lissa hesitantly held out a fillet of skelt and High Cloud took it gently from her chopsticks.

Kurin looked on approvingly and offered, “What do you want to do with yourself now, Lissa?”

Lissa looked troubled and said, “I don’t know, yet.  I used to work for the weaving shop doing loom and equipment maintenance.  When I wasn’t doing that, I made things for other shops, mostly little things that the boat shop didn’t want to burden themselves with.  I expect that nobody will trust me to do anything for a while.”

“I will,” Kurin said decisively.  “I am going to need quite a bit of help for the next six Wohans.  I have navigation and mapping classes to teach, mapping to do and I need to make toys for sale in my booth at the Gathering of the Fleet.”

“That is a lot to do for an apprentice.  What is your Craft and who is your Master?” Lissa asked in curiosity.  

A bitter laugh interrupted them. Master Juris snorted, “The little ingrate jumped ship.  I got her certified as a full journeyman Boat Builder and how did she repay us all?  She went and adopted onto the Grandalor!”

Kurin angrily retorted, “Speaking of ingrates, I did it because it was the only way to save your life!  Anybody should know better than to threaten an officer of the court right in front of the judge!  The Wergeld that saved you from immediate execution needed me off this ship.  Ever since then, you have been trying to get the agreement overturned by your every word and deed.  Do you want to be executed so badly?  I can accommodate you, if you want it.

“Alor is right over there.  All that I have to do is ask her for a Council meeting.  For some reason, the Combined Council is fond enough of this vessel to want to keep it unscattered.  I’m pretty sure that they will either declare you insane and remove your Master’s Certificate or renounce you entirely and let you swim to my foster father.”

Alor stepped over to the fray and said heavily, “You don’t have to call the meeting, Kurin.  The Council has already made the decision to save the Longin.  They put the determination into my hands as Purser.”  

She turned to face Master Juris and said sadly, “Your services as a Master Boat Builder are no longer possible.  You have just broken your oath to the Combined Council of the Longin, given not two hours ago.  You must decide whether you are mad and will live or are sane and die.  You have until the end of this watch to make up your mind.  Either way, give your Certificate to me by then so that I can return it to the Fleet Craft Council.”

Kurin wept openly.  To a now horrified Master Juris, who had not believed that he could be dismissed, she said in a shaking voice, “Why couldn’t you let me save you?  I have tried every way that I know how.

“I’m not sorry that I went to the Grandalor.  Tanlin and Barad are good foster parents, and Selked is a good Master.”

To everyone’s surprise, Lissa wrapped Kurin in a hug and rocked her gently.  She stroked Kurin’s white hair and crooned softly, “I’m sure that you tried.  Master Juris always was famous for never letting go once he set himself on someone.  He hangs on to his grudges tighter than the bite of a Grimm’s Eel.  He made the choice, not you.  There are limits to even a Dragon’s Gift, I guess.  I am sorry that you love him so much when he has so much hate that he would rather lose his shop instead of simply live.”  

Lissa steered Kurin away from the group that had gathered.  “Let us go set up your toy shop.  I need something to do and so do you.”  High Cloud snagged a skelt fillet and launched himself casually across the room, landing on Kurin’s shoulder, next to Lissa’s arm.  He was trying to stuff it down Kurin’s throat as they went out of the mess.

Alor caught up with them as they reached the main deck.  It was clouding over but not stormy.  She told Kurin, “I have your shop assignment.  It’s old married quarters, A4.  The tannery was using it for a storeroom but it was too out of the way.  It will be cleared in another hour or so.”

“A4?” asked Kurin in a quivering voice.

Puzzled, Alor replied, “What’s the problem?  It has a port for light.  It’s even larger than you asked for and it hasn’t been used for Gatherings . . .”

“Not since my Murin Behar died there,” finished Lissa firmly.

Alor’s eyes widened in horror.  Putting her face in her hands, she asked softly, “How could we forget?  Is there anything that we can do right?”

“It wasn’t the most sensitive thing that I’ve ever heard of,” Lissa snorted, mildly amused.  “At least there’s no ghost to worry about.”  She pointed at the far off clouds, “My Murin is out there, somewhere, not here.  The room will be fine.”

As Alor left, Lissa looked down at Kurin and asked, “It will be alright, won’t it?”

Kurin looked up at her and said, “Yes, it just has bad memories, that’s all.”

Arm in arm, mother and daughter walked slowly to the after companionway.  Down in Alor’s cabin, Kurin selected her tool chest, and some other items from her gear. Lissa helped her to carry everything.

The new cabin did not have the memories that Kurin expected.  It was just an empty cabin, well lit and reasonably roomy.  Lissa had been right.  Her father was long gone from the space and there was nothing of him left.

Kurin set about measuring the new space for workbenches, tool racks and the other necessities of her work.  

The next day, a surly boat shop apprentice named Morgan was helping them to build the benches.  The young man kept glancing fearfully at Lissa.  Every time that he did, he made some small bungle in his work.

Exasperated at the third error in spreading the glue to laminate her new bench top, Kurin took the roller from his hand.  Irritated she told him, “High Cloud spreads glue better than you do.  Why couldn’t the boat shop have sent me Roper or Luin?  I know that they can do this.  I trained them myself.”

TO BE CONTINUED

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[aroworlds]

Lovely followers,

I apologise for not getting back to this week’s post (I see some comments I really want to put in a proper reply post!) and my continued lack of not responding to messages. I discovered that with all the new content I’d been posting to my website and the last minute changes I’d made with a few stories, a lot of my website book pages were horrifically and embarrassingly wrong. So I’ve spent the last few days in a frantic panic of updating before anyone noticed the horrible state of my website.

I’ve still got to tag some posts to restore the queue, so I’ll be doing that first and then working through the rest of my waiting communications.

I have noticed several posts going around Tumblr concerning the deletion of the app from the Apple App Store and a resulting purge resulting in the accidental deletion of some innocent blogs. Just in case this happens or there’s any other disaster with Tumblr, I’ve made a Twitter account under the same name where I can be reached or post updates. I may decide to do Twitter properly and post some personal stuff or random not-media aro feels as well, but for the moment I’ve just shared this blog’s posts over there.

(If you have aro-related Twitters or know of aro-specific Twitter accounts I should be following, please let me know!)

Thanks so much for your patience, everyone. Now that my week of frantically writing and editing at the last minute is done, I hope to get back to doing more things online.

(And thank you, so very much, to the lovely folks who have reblogged my fiction pieces. I genuinely appreciate all that you do to help me build an audience--and we know, unfortunately, just how difficult this is for aro-spec folks! Your reblogs make a big difference to that end, so I really do want to thank you.)

[wordstrings]

In honor of 2018, I should probably dig out a bunch of 2017 stuff from my inbox. Most of these are from an embarrassingly long time ago... 🙈

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@fantasypuppy​ said:

Strings, long time no speak! It's Azureoverland! I got settled into this new account because I unintentionally deleted my old one, stupidly. I wanted to say it's great to see you!

Heyyy! Good to see you, too! Hope you’re doing well :)

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@fanficsandfluff​ said:

Hello! I just wanted to share with you the joy you brought to me with the Loopy fic. I already gushed about you in the tags when I reblogged it so I won't get into it much here. But you are and have always been such an inspiration to me. I look up to your fics like nothing else because of the way they're so beautifully crafted. Thank you thank you thank you for writing and for being amazing. Much love <3

Aw, thank you! Much love to you, too!

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August!Anon said:

So the other night I was hanging out with a group of my friends and there was a decent amount of tickling going on and so I thought I'd join in, I'm hopes of retaliation. This led to the unfortunate discovery that I am not ticklish. It's pretty disappointing lol.

Confession: I am actually not that ticklish, either. It takes a pretty specific sort of touch to actually tickle me, and I thought for the longest time that I was basically not ticklish at all. But I was wrong! ;) You just may not have experienced the right kind of touch yet. All hope is not lost!

The other day my friend invited me and some other friends over to watch that documentary "Tickled," describing it as "the tickle illuminati." Everyone who showed up was so weirded out and confused when the idea of tickling fetishes/kinks came about and I was just sitting there mortified while trying to keep a straight face lol ~August!Anon

Oh mannnn, I still haven’t seen that. Bless you for surviving.

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@ticklesandjoy​ said:

Hi! You are wonderful and awesome for giving so much time and effort for this community, I hope you have a beautiful day, thank you!! ❤️

Ahh, thank you! <3

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@thedreadedmurph said:

Oh man. Coda. Yes. But seriously, phenomenal. Sensual and like there's all the time in the world. 100/10 (and yes that's on purpose)

Yesss, I love me some slow, sensual deliciousness, and I’m so glad you enjoyed it, too!

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@hypahticklish said:

I'm still waiting for more of that Firefly!AU, I'll have you know <3

Omg, that’s so old now – but does it make it better or worse if I say I still have a document that lays out all the different characters’ roles and some high-level plot points for a longer arc? 😶

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anonymous said:

OK so I just wanted to say that we basically belong to the same fandoms and for some reason you seem to know exactly what I adore and... YOUR WHOLE PROFILE IS A BLESSING AMEN

Yay! I’m glad we found each other. :)

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@aisawriter said:

I love you so much ❤️

I love you, too!

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Nim said:

Ello long time no talk. Hope you are doing well ❤️ -Nimoline

Hey, you! Long time, indeed! <3 I am doing well, and I hope you are, too! If you’ve still got a blog, message me and fill me in on how things have been?

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@hypahticklish​ said:

*KICKS DOWN YOUR DOOR* HOW DARE YOU MADAM!

...I think this is about Loopy 2? In which case, you’re welcome.

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anonymous said:

yesss I love the loopers they're Good Boys

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Author!Anon said:

I'm so sorry to be dumb and not super active, but I just wanted to tell you that I love your fics and haven't been in the best mental spot lately, but your fics always help me feel happier 💕 

No apologies necessary! I know how that can be. And I’m happy to be here whenever you need a boost. I hope this year turns a good page for you. <3

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Happy new year, all!