#i've gotten several already

[factual-fantasy]

So with the no fan art of your characters thing…. It seems a bit odd and I’m sorry for saying that,but it intrigues me why someone’s wouldn’t wanna see other people draw their characters

I've been asked this 100s of times, and have had people constantly question this boundary of mine and ask me to explain myself.

I've exhausted all my energy and patience for questions about my stance on fanart. I don't feel like having to defend myself again, and again, and again.. 😞

I don't expect people to understand my stance on fanart, and you don't have to understand it in order to respect it. Just as I don't have to understand anyone else's boundaries to stay behind the line.

I am very uncomfortable with any form of fanart being made for me. Of my FNAF redesigns, my sona, my ocs, you name it, it counts. I don't expect anyone to understand it, I just want people to respect that boundary.

"How are we supposed to show our support for you then?" Comments. That's it. All I look forward to when I post art is reading all the nice comments people have left me. Truly, comments are all I want. Fanart just makes me feel awful.

[stardustedknuckles]

Okay but I need to know what the people who have only watched c3 think about Beau and Caleb because I've been rotating them in my head for three years too long to be objective anymore but like. Getting to see them through the eyes of a new party just reminded me that even though so much of our delight in C2 was focused around the constant indignity of the Nein, they are objectively a flickering metronome between "how the fuck are these people alive" and "this is the most hyper competent group of mercenaries I've ever seen" and I just. Do they know. Do they know that Beau is so fucking cool. Are there people who learned these two npcs have a whole campaign and want to learn more about them. I look at these two and see a montage of tiefling dicks and red eyes and promising to kill the other if something goes wrong. I see Caleb smearing mud and bat shit on Beau's face and Beau just resigned even as she makes the most aggrieved and annoyed sounds, Beau hauling Caleb's dissociated ass over her own skinny shoulder and walking him to safety. I look at them and see 500 hours and more of the empire siblings. The weeks and months they spent going from hating the parts of themselves they saw in each other to loving in the other what they still struggled with in themselves. I see chosen siblings, best friends. What do other people see?

[buckets-thought-dump]

Give me your lunch money

[malpracticemd]

Y'all have to be patient with fic writers.

We have jobs, lives. We can't be spending every second of every day writing and even if we could, we still don't owe you anything. Fics are updated and chapters are posted when they can be. All you have to do is be patient and not hound the writers about their next update because even if you say you're not being pushy, you kind of are.

[dying-suffering-french-stalkers]

the clock tolling in the wedding scene in elisabeth das musical is 1) sexy 2) so labyrinth-coded

[red-dragon-archfiend]

I think the problem with internet horror is sometimes you get a good idea like Slenderman or the Backrooms and it catches on too much and suddenly there's all this extra lore and fan content and it kind of ruins the mystique of the whole thing because now not only do we know too much about it but there's all these separate canons and fandom things and it doesn't feel like an immersive horror experience anymore

[anthropwashere]

Aw geez, Depression Hell has absolutely chewed through my ability to write for more than 2 years and counting, but the reviews I've gotten since I began posting Your Head Will Lie in Dust have been reminding me of why I write fanfiction at all: wrecking absolute havoc on the mindscapes of total strangers I will never meet and at best will exchange a truly delightful comment thread or two with

Thank you all for every view and kudos and bookmark and comment and everything else

[robo-dino-puppy]

ducks in the forbidden west

bird experts correct me, but I think this is a cinnamon teal duck? i'd never heard about them until i was trying to figure out what duck i was looking at for this post - they're quite beautiful!

[watery-melon-baller]

lads it's so fucking frustrating when you desperately want to learn and understand something but u just can't fucking get ir

[optiwashere]

I liked doing this last week, but it will get kinda repetitive in the coming weeks. So I'm not sure if I'll do it often while I'm posting the modern/band AU, but oh well!

It's another Saturday morning in a blanket with new music. Truly all I could ever need to write.

Here's what I've been working on...

Modern/band AU is fit and ready to start posting this upcoming week. Chapter [redacted] is complete, and I'm now far enough ahead that even a few weeks of busy life won't stop a regular posting schedule. And if I keep up writing then I'll be able to post around Xmas without needing a break!

Chapter [redacted+1] has an opening sentence, which is often the hardest part.

The outline for the AU has been modified a little. Combined three chapters into one, split out another chapter into two. Probably lots of consolidation to be done otherwise. There's a weird bit in the outline that's kinda fuzzy, but I'm sure I'll knuckle my way through it since it's not thematically deep. Might even be another chapter consolidation. This fic is definitely going to be longer than the 40k I was hoping it would top out at...

Editing the previous chapters has been a fun exercise in trimming the fat! I still want there to be scenes that are just ~vibes~ but I axed 1k words and the whole thing is cleaner for it.

More Minthara/Lae'zel is in the works, but it's mostly only the skeleton of an idea as I've had to rework it multiple times. I've a little under 1k actually written, and I'm not too convinced of what it is at the moment either. Quite frustrating.

Another seedling of an idea for non-smutty Asheera/Shadowheart fics. But it's really just "Shadowheart meets Asheera's parents" and boy I'm not ready for the mixed emotions Shadowheart's going to feel in that one. You know it's not just going to be fluff.

The Gauntlet/Nightsong segment for my core Shadowheart/Asheera series has a skeleton of an outline now. The POVs have been picked, the core beats are there, and I know it's going to hurt like a motherfucker to write some of this.

[fictionadventurer]

For the writing prompt, something about a space kid, if you like?

"I'm telling you, I saw it myself!"

Jason rolled his eyes at the grease-covered kid standing in front of him. At twelve, Jason was far too old to fall for every story the local kids told him about their space station. "I'm not some idiot dirtfoot. I've been on gate stations before. Portals don't work that way."

The kid--he couldn't be more than eight--crossed his arms and defiantly stuck out his chin. "They do too!"

Jason gave the kid his most skeptical veteran-spacer stare. "You expect me to believe that every time the station opens a spaceship-sized transport portal outside, the mystical portal energy opens tiny little magic portals to who-knows-where right here in the halls?"

"Not every time," the kid said, like Jason was the dumb one. "Just sometimes. There's one in the maintenance corridors that gets really big."

"You're lying."

"You're scared!"

That was an accusation Jason couldn't let stand. A new kid on a station was easy prey if the other kids thought him a coward. "I can't be scared of something that doesn't exist."

The kid gave Jason a condescending stare; he knew he had Jason on the ropes, burn him. "Then come look. Midnight. The portal's biggest then."

The kid really seemed to believe it. Time to poke holes in his story. "How big?"

"Almost as big as me."

"Where to?"

"You can't see through portals."

"Then how do you know it's a portal?"

"Because I saw it!"

Arguing wouldn't get Jason anywhere. At least a midnight outing would at liven things up a bit in this rinky-dink station.

He met the kid near the maintenance halls at five to twelve. The kid led Jason through corridors he never would have thought existed. This station was ancient--no decent station would make corridors this small and twisted.

Finally, at a junction, the kid motioned for Jason to stop. He pointed to the intersection ahead. "Right there."

Jason's chronometer chirped the hour. He smirked at the kid. "Nothing--"

He was cut off by a flash of light that blinded him and seemed to such all the air from the room. A green laser light, same color that outlined the deep-space transport portals, formed a rough oval in the wall near the junction. As big as the kid? It was as big as Jason! This broke so many safety codes.

"We should get out of here."

"Scared?" the kid sneered.

It didn't matter how right Jason was. If he backed out now, the kid would have the whole station believing him a coward by morning.

Jason stepped in front of the kid. The kid's jaw fell in astonishment.

Jason smirked. "Told you I'm no cow--"

The world tilted. Jason felt himself falling toward the portal, as if the gravity had switched off, even though the kid stayed right where he was.

The kid screamed and reached toward Jason.

"Get back!" Jason roared.

The kid ran away at light speed.

Jason continued to fall--endless seconds. The portal came closer, loomed larger, caught him in its jaws. Light flashed, Jason's bones turned to jelly, and the station disappeared.

(To be continued)

[vampyroteuthid]

how to be normal about someone telling you they want to sit down and talk with you instead of losing your mind about it until it happens

[boatswainscall]

Nothing makes me feel immediate overpowering resentment and envy like hearing about people who have D&D campaigns that last years. Meanwhile every campaign I've ever done with my friends has choked and died four sessions in due to schedules getting too fucked and tangled to maintain ANY kind of consistent play schedule

[warrior-of-sunlight]

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[love-to-love-puppies]

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[lyraeon]

As always, I'm curious...

Poll incoming: