#feral author

[thistaletasty]

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NEIL

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Hello Neil, how do you feel about being 4th in the tumblr review 2023?

I suspect there are worse places to be than sandwiched between David Tennant and Michael Sheen.

[thebibliosphere]

Just saw my first ever, "What do you mean Joy Demorra is on Tumblr?" comment on a post, which is probably the funniest thing ever because where else are you finding me from?

I live here.

[happypeachsludgeflower]

Who wants to bet Peerless Cucumber has an entire fan base within the pidw’s fandom? Potentially even bringing in a portion of pidw’s readers who just want to enjoy shen yuan just loosing it in the comments.

Like sure, some of the fandom’s definitely there for the toxic masculinity and papapa, but I guarantee you there’s an entire section dedicated to gleefully watching the fandom sewer rat being feral.

[clockwards]

truly genuinely fascinating watching s3ep20 House Training with the Wilson stuff. He really is just like that. Hes genuine. He takes women to lunch and plays and museums and does it with a smile on his face and not an ounce of bad intent. And he does it again. And they fall in love because he's so affably kind and senselessly caring and he blinks those big brown eyes at them and lets it happen. He lets it happen. He does know what he's doing. Because he is all about other people's love, other people's pleasure, and just like House he finds some eternal, niggling curiosity about /why/. So he figures it out, he follows this new woman's footsteps and lays out the red carpet until theres nothing left but a thread.

There is one red thread Wilson pulls to make everything and it is connected straight to House. Tug of war, babey.

[fictionadventurer]

The discussions of Elizabeth Gaskell always seem to focus on who she's not. She's not Dickens, she's not Austen, she's not Elliot, and she's definitely not one of the Brontes. At best, they'll say she has Dickens' social justice concerns and Austen's country houses, but who is she? What makes her perspective unique?

As I consider this, I keep coming back to, "She's kind."

She is so kind.

There is a compassion in her writing unlike anything I've seen from other authors. She wants to see people. Know them. Understand them. And when she does, she loves them, faults and all.

When she laughs at people, it's not the satire of Austen or the caricature of Dickens--it's a fond, loving laugh that likes these people in all their ridiculousness.

Even when she's pushing a very clear message about how people should or shouldn't act, you never get the sense that she's judging people who fail to live up to that standard--she's just trying to understand how they got to the place where they made the wrong decision.

In her world, people are kind and deserve to be treated kindly. But that doesn't mean that she ignores the darkness in life. She sees the darkness and sin and squalor and says that's why we need to be kinder to each other. Her kindness comes not from ignoring reality but by paying so much attention to reality that she comes to care deeply for everyone. And I just go crazy over it.

[whiskey-tango-matcha]

"you coming down with something, boss?"

"ndo. this is just what i sound like now."

[antleredweirdo]

DPxDC Writing prompt: A new circus is in town appeared seemingly overnight, a circus of meta humans with red eyes and equally terrifying and wondrous acts. It’s suspicious as all hell and even more suspicious when Jason suddenly feels overwhelmingly compelled to join it when he sees the commercial for it on the TV. Seriously, where the hell did this ‘Circus Gothica’ even come from?

Ok hear me out; y’know in that one episode where we’re introduced to Freakshow and he brainwashes Danny but then it’s ok because he’s saved by his friends?

What if Sam and Tucker and been too late? If Danny had been successful taken?

What if no one believed Sam and Tucker when they said Danny had been kidnapped and he’s not a runaway?

And what if he’s been brainwashed for over 3 years while travelling in the Circus, the only people caring enough to find him being unable to do anything about it?

And what if Freakshow made the mistake of preforming in Gotham where the Bats dwelled? And where they’ll take a deeper look into the circus’s suspicious behaviour…

[lets-try-some-writing]

Could we get some commentary on the feral Orion Pax au?

Absolutely.

Feral Orion Pax

Feral Orion Pax has a very limited canon for me. I mean, there are some things that remain the same regardless when I write him, but his timeline is everywhere for me. I will make anything happen with him and there are like three au's within the au. However I will say the feral Orion vibes tend to hit whenever I feel like leaving the bots in various states of shocked horror. A savage little critter doing savage critter things is simply amusing to me.

Tidbit about feral Orion. He's is not in fact a fool. He is ridiculously cunning, but before he learned to settle in civilization, he was very much overwhelmed by everything. However when in a place where he wasn't bombarded with information and potential threats, his intelligence showed itself. There is a reason he remained within the Archives for so long. They were quiet, safe, and controlled. The perfect environment for Orion to absorb the necessary data to begin integrating into society.

So while society saw him as the lovely Archivist Pax, Alpha Trion's personal student, the other archivists knew him as he really was. Aka: Orion Pax was a menace to society only barely kept controlled by the threat of his political situation and Alpha Trion's short leash. More than a few lunches have gone missing and whenever an animal has gotten into the archives, it is always Orion who drops to all fours and climbs wherever the critter to hiding to grab it.

[allmightyscroll-swag]

Shout-out to @onejellyfishplease for creating a fic that my brain latched onto so violently that I think of it on a weekly basis

Man, i can't imagine having the feeling of something literally buzzing under your skin writhing to be let out let out let out- being comfortable.

Original sketch below cut;

It was way more moody but I was like. no . The boy is overwhelmed the arts gotta be BRIGHT and EYESORE-y

[cokicito]

Tumblr is great, but it's such a low-interaction platform. Don't get me wrong, I love the likes and reblogs and shouting into the void, but I also want to listen! I want someone to randomly hmu at 3am because they saw their favorite shota and can't stop foaming at the mouth! I want someone to spam the shit out of my inbox critiquing a fanfiction that mischaracterizes their fav so bad it makes them fume! I'm not much of a writer, but I'd love to take in ideas, or rants about OCs! I want to be the void you shout into!

[draco-glacialis]

Agatha is simply a feral cat that Rio picked up by the scuff of her neck and decided to keep.

[abrielarnold]

“Ooh, the attack dog is coming,” Julius stage-whispers. He wavers close to Alex’s ear—too close, shifting Alex’s hair against his temple. “Think he’ll bite this time?”

Danny’s lip starts to curl.

Things That Bleed chapter 8 by @kkachis @artistfingers and @ghostly-cabbage .

This fic makes me feel emotions.

Me:

I am very normal about these characters and their situations.

[geek-22]

I have a confession to make.

I find editing physically painful, I avoid it at all costs.

There. I've said it.

[lynsstrange]

an actual scenario that went down today:

Me: on break during practice

My teammate: coming up and talking to me and asking what I’m writing

Me: being as vague as possible, and when asked what type of stuff I like to read/write, blanking and saying “uhhh fantasy. heists.”

Her saying: “Oh you should read six of crows, then, it’s so good.”

Me, slowly lowering my phone with a draft of six of crows fan fiction pulled up: “Oh yeah, those books are good.”

[fuckmeyer]

blows my mind there's not even a Chinese coven in The Twilight Saga. no Indian coven. only ONE coven in the Middle East/Africa: EGYPTIAN. no Greek coven, no Iranian coven, no Afghan coven, no Ethiopian coven, no Nigerian coven; FUCK ancient civilizations i guess! no one in South or Central America but the AMAZONS???? for real?????? the POTENTIAL to incorporate LEGENDS and HISTORY and CULTURE — wasted! i CANNOT with this author thinking the only vampire civilizations exist in Europe & America!! fuck off directly into the sun!!!

[deancaspinefest]

Broken (The Worst Is Over Now)

Author: Trenchcoat_Paradigm | Artist: P3ngu

Posting on Friday March 29

Dean almost couldn’t believe it when he saw that huddled body swaddled in a tanned trench coat sitting in the middle of the dungeon floor. Cas was back. After months of searching, digging through the archives to find a way to drag his ass out of the Empty, they had finally done it. But something was wrong. This wasn’t the Castiel that smiled up at him with a tearful goodbye after reliving his true happiest moment. This was a wild snarling beast of a man, warped and twisted feral thanks to the damage of the Empty. A man who would probably rip out Dean’s throat rather than confess his love. Even when Dean breaks through that wild exterior, he discovers that Castiel still thinks he’s trapped in the hell that is the Empty. That nothing around him is real. Dean just has to break through to him.

Keep reading for a sneak preview!

It was no longer bubbling as the mass took a more solid form, going from a puddle on the ground and growing into an arching peak. Shoulders, something in the back of Dean’s mind told him. It looks like shoulders, and a head.

The breath was stolen straight from his lungs as he realised that his theory had been right on the money. The form continued to shift into something that looked almost human. The black ooze melted away, almost like it had been absorbed by the thing it had produced. “Not a thing! A person hunched over, crouching.” His shoulders curled in on himself as he sat crouched to the floor, his back facing them. An oddly reminiscent pose that Dean had seen only once before, sat at the river side in the greying afterlife of Purgatory. The tails of tan trench coat pooled around him dusting the floor, the muss of dark hair just visible from where his head bowed, disappearing behind the huddle of shoulders.

It was like he was experiencing some kind of outer body thing, not feeling anything but just left watching. His legs felt heavy, like magnets were keeping him tethered to the ground and it was sheer willpower alone that he didn’t fall to his knees at that moment. Every emotion he had been keeping at bay the past months battled for attention inside his head, but their fighting war was counterintuitive, not being able to focus on a single thing essentially made him numb. He just stared blankly at the unmoving huddled figure in the middle of the dungeon floor.

He didn’t even realise he had moved until he was on top of him. Hand tentatively reaching to lay on his shoulder. A solid warmth beneath his palm and a breathy whisper escaped his lips. “… C… Cas?”

It all happened so fast that Dean didn’t even have time to process it—not until the shackles were around Castiel’s wrists.

That tanned shoulder flinched away like he had been burned, as eyes bluer than the midday sky turned sharply to consider him, but they soon clouded over with a dark storm of fury. His lips pinched into a snarling grimace as he lunged at Dean with a spitting and foaming-at-the-mouth feral roar. A hand locked around his throat as Dean was rushed backwards head colliding with the solid concrete wall and those fingers around his windpipe squeezed tight.

He saw his own panicked look in the dark of his eye as he gasped for air, not clouded over like a demon, they were still blue—beautifully blue—but there was something else to that stare, a haunted fearful look that Dean almost didn’t recognise beyond the fury.

Dean didn’t even fight back.

(continue reading on Ao3 on Friday March 29)