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war-on-mars · 2 years ago

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questions for fic writers: 10, 16, 30, 39, 49

10. How do you decide what to write?

It’s difficult every time! I have a ton of wips that I’d really love to finish soon, but I can never decide which one I want to work on. Usually it’s just whatever concept I fixate on the most intensely. Sometimes I’ll have a small inkling of an idea that I work into a fic over the course of a few months and sometimes I daydream while listening to a song and crank the fic out in a few hours. It purely depends on what i’m obsessing over at the time.

16. What’s an AU that you would love to read (or have read and loved)?

My favorite AU i’ve ever read has been this series by Calchexxis:

It’s a LightCannon Elden Ring AU and fuck if it isn’t one of the best things I’ve ever read. Calchexxis has a theme of reincarnation across all of their work and I’m just a sucker for it all.

30. Have you ever written something that was out of your comfort zone? If so, what was it, and how did it affect your approach to writing fic thereafter?

I try to write outside of my comfort zone as much as I can manage. The most recent thing I can think of is my most recent fic: “The universe said go play the game well.” This was one of those fics that I had an inkling of an idea for and couldn’t do anything else until I wrote it, but it just felt different than other stuff I’ve written and it was much harder for me than expected. I like to think it resulted in a growth of my skill, and because I had to write it so slowly due to how outside of my comfort zone it was, i’ve been writing everything else a little more slowly. I’ve started taking my time a little more. There’s more care in everything i’ve written since if that makes sense?

39. Is any aspect of your writing process inspired by other writers or people? If so, who?

Nearly all off my writing has at least some inspiration from other people. I’m inspired by talented writers around me, like my friends and teachers and stuff. And i’m also inspired by loads of other fic writers. It’s hard to dive super deeply into a fandom and not pick up some stuff from other writers. Sometimes I’m reading a fic and i’m just thinking “wow, I want to write like that.” I’m inspired by nearly everyone in the LiS community, honestly. One of the most talented group of people I’ve ever had the pleasure of knowing.

49. What are you currently working on? Share a few lines if you’re up for it!

I’m currently working on a ton of stuff because I can’t focus to save my life. I don’t even know which one I’d wanna share most. I’ve got a sequel to Tongues and Teeth in the works, an unnamed new Steph/Rachel thing, a vampire amberchase one shot, a new chapter of Big Girls Don’t Cry, a ambermarsh thing i’ve been trying to finish for months, and a ton more that i’m probably forgetting lmao.

Thanks for the ask!

#life is strange #ask game #fanfiction

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iceiceparis · 4 months ago

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Yet ANOTHER chapter for my post-OE fic, with a clash between 2 very different lives: Agent 8 and Prince ensues!

Here is a short exerpt from the full fiction in the link:

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Is this the real life?

Second by second, milliliters and milliliters of yellow fluid dripped out of that chunk of familiar flesh uninterrupted past the black links.

Or is this just fantasy?

Even as his limb remained separated, it leaked no blood yet Prince’s world was frozen at this very moment in time unable to process what had happened or even if this was reality itself. If his arm was over there, why doesn’t it hurt? Not a single needle of pain could be felt where it used to be, but no signals from his brain were being acknowledged by even the littlest twitch of a finger.

It's almost as if he could pick it up and place it right where it originally was and it would be as if nothing happened. However, this assumed he would’ve still had any functionally left at all. Instinct couldn’t get through to him, not even his brother’s crying out his name carrying emotions so palpable it held a grander presence than his barrier breaking blasts.

Half a shot of excitement and quarter a cup of shock, Surume was fascinated by the reveal of Hachi’s ferocity.

Void of all chill, Hachi bumped past the dazed Inkling and snatched up the bone white Dualie barely gripped in his hand in a gamble.

This was likely the one time Emperor’s composure would be so utterly shattered, perfect for mounting an offense.

Imitating Surume, Hachi flew against the open sky in an extended airburst allowed by Prince’s identically modified mini-shooter while in a controlled tumble to keep her motions ambiguous.

He barely regained his posture as Hachi began her descent right on his position. Wrath gripped his eyes and pulled them back far into his head as he leapt up to meet her with a well swung foot in the air with his Flash Saber.

*FSSSSHHHH!*

Unfortunately for him, Hachi had absolutely no plans on diving him right away. All he could do was watch in confusion as she flew right past him, not paying so much as a look. Winning was now secondary, her first real goal was much more appetizing at the moment.

A shadow from the resulting eclipse shrouded Surume in darkness as Hachi’s body descended overhead. To them, this moment alone was enough to give up her easy victory over the Emperor. No victory could ever compare to seeing this side of Hachi, a naturally razor sharp red ruby embedded with an unassuming grinded down boulder.

#splatoon #fanfic #splatoon 2 #agent 8 #prince splatoon #fighting #emperor splatoon #new chapter

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scarletooyoroi · 1 year ago

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"Not a problem, take as much time as you need." For their assistance and council would be pivotal for what's to come.

Maybe Dan found himself silently realizing what began to permeate from his very heart. The ache that finds itself so cold in it's realization. In other veins, agonizing, frustrating, helpless. Being led through the futuristic doors to this archive left him with the lull of machinery for his comfort. For the time being, the focus of that information, a link to his homeland charged that gallant flame that joined him on this interstellar voyage.

"Please have something.. anything." A piece of misguided text, an error in their foresight, cruelty outlined this wish as he'd immediately dive into the text of Akivili's vigil. Just to see the name of Teyvat alone settled upon one of the holographic screens made his heart soar. The wonder of this height of ingenuity couldn't be fully appreciated at this time. After the initial crash course, what's left is to search and scour every inkling of hope that can be gleaned.

And search Thoma did.

While an hour would find itself menial and length to most, and once upon a time for himself, this situation led to him being entirely unaware of how much time truly did pass. How all that can be discovered were excerpts of a generation so far removed from the present. Interesting as it was, any hints of latent ability, of a power long lost, these were the primaries his vigilant hours scoured for.

More bitter pills of this reality found themselves tearing down that hope. It took the act of holding his Vision close, of letting that sigil of Teyvat's flames of rebirth to serve as a soothing focus to keep his rationale steady. Living within a fantasy would be one of the most damnable acts that could be taken as it stands.

Would it be bad to wish that all of this was a horrible dream? No signs were found, the only details mentioned being the 'Era of Saints' and their way of manipulating the realm of Teyvat in such a wider focus. What went unexpected was.. an alien concept for a mind such as his. Exactly what is 'A sky entombed'? At best they were idle distractions.

Once the short hour finds itself coming to an end, Thoma would be found turned away from the table holding the intelligence. Distraught realization sinking deeper into his bones as the tension kept his teeth clenched.

"There's... Really no way?" The biting burn at the back of his throat had to be restrained, the height of his tears needed to be steadied.

Focus. Focus. Focus.

"Just what did the abyss do to me..? Was I banished from my world..?" Conjecture remains yet another link, one more turn away from a situation that intends to pierce him from the inside out.

'Everyone.. is this genuinely the last time I ever get to see you?' So many familiar faces found themselves flowing in his mind at the time. Determined gazes, hopeful, bright and cheerful, the animals that always beckoned for his attention to the people who always wanted to join alongside of him for one more day.

..Can it really just be over? So simply?

Dan Heng gave Thoma a curt nod in response. "Likewise. There's no need for formalities, we are all equals here." The politeness from the blond was trained, perfected through many hours of repetition and experience no doubt. Even if he was certain that he could simply ask the other about his own life experiences, little tells like this were things that he tended to observe. Being a person who didn't speak much himself, he was very much aware that communication extended to areas beyond simple words and he could feel sympathy welling from just the array of emotions that pulled across the other's face even with the mask of professionalism currently holding him up.

"I wouldn't. The purpose of the Archives here is meant to be a log of what encounters have come to pass, it's open to everyone who wants to read it." He himself had read through existing passages within the database when he first set foot into the Express, a tether for himself to become accustomed to the different pace of life present here. Knowledge could be such power when wielded in certain ways, but could also be such a blade to already wounded flesh in other ways - tightening of his lips in response to just how knowledge seemed to wound Thoma.

The Abyss? As far as he was concerned, outside of the Xianzhou Alliance, long lived humans weren't widespread. Perhaps in worlds far away, it was possible but for now he would assumed that the other had an average lifespan - so then exactly how long did this force have an effect on his world? Was it similar to how a Stellaron would gradually ruin the ecosystem and atmosphere? Or was it perhaps a horror more of manmade origins, like the Antimatter Legion or the Denizens of Abundance? At the very least, he could say that there wasn't much mention of the Abyss within the Archives... meaning that perhaps this group could indeed be behind the severing of communications.

The heart would always ache for home and the ache would be ever more painful when the path was uncertain. This was a pain he was familiar with, though certainly not in the same way the other seemed to be experiencing. Silence was perhaps a little kindness he could offer to him, nodding next.

"...Let me consult with the others here first." There was no doubt that Thoma would be fine to see the reports, but to give the other a moment of respite and a moment to give him some semblance of privacy was his reasoning behind this. "It shouldn't take long, I'll be back within the hour."

#jueying #| Threads #He genuinely needed it #Damn I hadn't pictured originally how the angst would tap in #Where you live really does have it's special shape

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its-your-mind · 2 years ago

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Gertrude Robinson, receiving a statement from a dude who claims to have the ability to see when people are gonna die and telling her she’s up next: huh. anyway, about burning down the archives

Jonathan Sims, with half a possible inkling that maybe someone he works with has it out for him, despite having no evidence or proof of this: time to dive into full stalker mode. anyway I broke into a dead woman’s flat.

#tma #the magnus archives #mag 11 #gertrude robinson #jonathan sims #oliver banks

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jellicoelodge · 4 years ago

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Jellicoe Lodge Return Session: More Tea With Inklings

📜 With the conclusion of Lent and our discussion of the Great Divorce, this week it’s time to resume our normal Lodge rhythm with a weekly reading.

This week’s selection was suggested by @catefrankie, and fits nicely on the heels of our deep dive into Lewis’ work: namely, an essay of his friend, colleague, and fellow Inkling, J.R.R. Tolkien, the seminal “On Fairy Stories.” This promises to be a rich and insightful read! It is available online in PDF form here: https://eucalypso.files.wordpress.com/2014/07/jrrtolkienonfairystories.pdf as well as on the Internet Archive (archive.org). It heralds what looks to be a few weeks’ worth of tales suggested by members which relate and build off of this work!

If you wish to participate in the discussing, comparing, reacting, quoting, and memeing, the tag is “#jellicoe-lodge”! As always, if you missed or still wish to continue discussing The Great Divorce, the discussion remains open and thoughts are welcome whensoever you may have them on any work! Suggestions for new readings also remain open.

And now, let’s hear what the Professor has to say On Fairy Stories. ⚔️🖋

#Jellicoe-lodge #tolkien

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mrauthor3ds · 5 years ago

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Smash Musings - Tracer

Tracer Arrives in a Blink!

Nothing definite here. Just humoring the high chance that Overwatch may be coming to Switch (thanks to an official Overwatch Switch case accidentally getting leaked on Amazon).

So obviously, this moveset will mainly focus on a hit-and-run playstyle sort of similar to what Tracer has in her home game. Like with Inkling, another shooting game character, most of Tracer’s normal attacks will have to be made up here - though a few may harken back to her cinematic appearances.

- Neutral Attack: Punch, punch, and round kick. Flurry attack version fires the Pulse Pistols over a mid-sized line. Slowly uses Pulse Pistol ammo. - Side Tilt Attack: Hook punch. - Up Tilt Attack: Uppercut. - Down Tilt Attack: Double low kick. - Dash Attack: Suddenly hops back while firing a blast in front. Uses some Pulse Pistol ammo. - Side Smash: Lunging tackle with a chronal trail. - Up Smash: Flip-kick with a chronal trail. - Down Smash: Low sweep all around with a chronal trail.

- Neutral Air Attack: Spin-kick all around self. - Forward Air Attack: Overhead punch. Can meteor smash. - Back Air Attack: Rising kick behind. - Up Air Attack: High kick upward. - Down Air Attack: Dive-kick with a chronal trail.

- Grab: Seizes foe up close. - Pummel: Knee-kicks. - Forward Throw: Chronal-powered punch forth. - Back Throw: Zips around foe and tackles. - Up Throw: Chronal-powered uppercut. - Down Throw: Chronal-powered dive-kick.

- Neutral Special: Pulse Pistols: Hold to fire Pulse Pistols over a fanned area. Can tilt up or down, and walk forward or backward. - Has a finite amount of ammo. Using this special move when empty (or when it empties while in use) will make Tracer reload her ammo. - Side Special: Blink: Zips forth quickly. Invincible right at the start, and has some super-armor during the blink. - Can tilt up or down to aim a little more in that direction. - Has up to 3 Blink charges, which will slowly refill with time. Cooldown will pause a bit when using a Blink. - Up Special: Recall: Rewinds self to a point from at least 1 second ago. Hold longer to rewind to a point at 2 or 3 seconds ago. - Tracer’s damage/HP will revert to whatever it was at that time as well. - If the point she rewinds to is occupied by solid space, she’ll be shifted to whichever side of that mass is closer. - This has a lengthy cooldown period. - Down Special: Pulse Bomb: Throws a sticky bomb forth that will explode shortly after latching to someone or something. - Only usable when her ultimate icon is at 100%, which is done by dealing and taking damage. Using this special move otherwise will add a small amount of ultimate charge. - Final Smash: Overwatch Assault: Zips forth to strike foes. Following is a cinematic attack where Tracer leads an assault with Winston, Mercy, Genji, Torbjorn, and Reinhardt, finishing with a Pulse Bomb. - This is an instant KO to anyone brought to 100.0% or more damage. Such KOs will be signified right after the final hit by “ELIMINATED _____“ at the upper center of the screen.

- Entrance: Blinks in. - Idle: Holds her fists to her sides. - Idle: Twirls her Pulse Pistols.

- Up Taunt: “Cheers, love!“ Salutes. - Side Taunt: “The cavalry’s here!“ Throws a fist into the air. - Down Taunt: “Check me out!” Twirls her Pulse Pistols and spins around once.

- Victory: “Too slow!“ Blinks to the ground, then to the camera with her Pulse Pistols ready. - Victory: “The world could always use more heroes.“ Hops in, salutes, then Blinks away. - Victory: “You need a time-out!“ Backflips in, landing in a kneel.

-= Palettes =- - Classic (Normal) - Electric Purple - Neon Green - Sporty - Punk (Legendary Skin) - T. Racer (Legendary Skin) - Overwatch Cadet (Legendary Archives Skin) - Graffiti (Legendary Anniversary Skin)

-= Trivia =- - The up smash is mainly inspired by the way she disarmed Widowmaker in the first cinematic trailer. The side smash is based on the lunging tackle she did to Widowmaker in “Alive“. - I chose Winston, Mercy, Genji, Torbjorn, and Reinhardt in her Final Smash mainly because they worked most closely with Tracer, especially during the Uprising and Storm Rising Archives events. - Making the Final Smash an instant KO-type allowed the addition of showing a list of “eliminated“ opponents. - Two of her taunts are based on emotes (Cheer and Spin). The other is based on one of her victory poses with the team at the end of a match (Salute). - Two of her victory poses are based on Play of the Game highlight intros (Just in Time and Backflip). The other is based on her exit in the first cinematic trailer, line and everything. - Her victory theme could be the one that plays during the Play of the Game highlight and results screen, overriding the usual results theme (like with Cloud and Joker’s victory themes). - The first four palettes are different colors for her default look. The latter four are some of her Legendary skins.

#super smash bros ultimate #overwatch #tracer #blizzard

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kittystargen3 · 2 years ago

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Summary: A time traveling Grandmaster, to the Prequel Era, trying to fix the mistakes the Jedi made, and get rid of a certain Sith too. Only Time Travel is not that easy, as Yoda will soon learn.

Hello Everyone, I've updated Time Travel to the Past Yoda Goes today. Below is a short snippet. Please click one of the links above to read more.

Chapter 41 - The Gathering

“We should go this way,” Anakin said. Making decisions on which way to go at first was easy. Anakin could feel the Force pulling him in a certain direction, and none of the others had yet had any inkling of needing to go any other way.

“No wait.” Ramu protested. “I hear waves. I think they’re coming this way.” Everyone looked at eachother.

“Okay,” Alex nodded. “We’ll go that way, then circle back to get Anakin’s.”

“But. Will we have time? We need to get our crystals before the door closes again.” Freya questioned.

Anakin looked towards his own crystal, then back to Ramu. Anakin didn’t want to leave his friends to travel alone through the dark caves. He feared what might happen to them. “Not if we stay together,” he pointed out. “If it takes a combined effort to reopen the doors, then it doesn’t matter how long we take. As long as we are there together we’ll be able to get the doors open.”

“Are you sure? But what if…?” Freya questioned.

“That sounds like a good idea.” Ramu said. “I know I will feel a lot braver with all of you by my side.”

Freya looked back and forth, doubt in her eyes. Then slowly she said, “Okay, if you promise not to leave without me, I’ll promise the same.” All the others soon nodded.

“It’s down there.” Ramu pointed over the edge of where an underground stream flowed through the caves.

Anakin could barely see a speck of stone down below the water, but Ramu’s eyes went wide like it was all he could see. Anakin held his hand out and tried to grab it with the Force. “Its. Not. Coming.” He gasped for air when he finally stopped trying.

“It’s not meant for you,” said Leeta. “It’s meant for him.”

Ramu nervously eyed them all before he went up to the side. “I’ll never be able to do a Force-grab from up here.”

“You'll just have to dive in there to get it.” Alex suggested.

Ramu looked around, his face blushing a deeper green.

Anakin could understand his friend’s nervousness. To dive down there, Ramu would have to pull off his wintersuit, and dive in just his undertunic which would make his gills and youth fins visible. They were parts that would eventually disappear as he grew older, but now marked him as a youngling. And there are girls present. “It’s okay. We’ll all turn around,” he suggested.

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inklings-challenge · 3 months ago

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Inklings Archive Dive

The 2024 Inklings Challenge sign-ups begin on September 1st. To gear up for this year's challenge, I thought it'd be fun to look back at the stories from previous years' challenges. This will give readers a chance to catch up on some stories they may have previously missed out on, and give writers, especially ones who haven't done the Inklings Challenge before, a chance to see what kind of stories can be made within the Inklings Challenge framework.

Every day for the rest of August, this blog is going to make a post providing links to the stories for one genre from one year's Inklings Challenge (portal fantasy, space travel, secondary world fantasy, time travel, and intrusive fantasy+ the adventure stories from last year) and will encourage people read and comment upon some stories they might not have read yet. This will line up perfectly to take us to the end of August, and then September 1st will officially announce this year's Inklings Challenge.

So come along and enjoy our deep dive through the Inklings Challenge archive!

#inklingschallenge #inklings archive dive

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fictionadventurer · 2 months ago

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August: Day 27

Adventures

Does falling down a rabbit hole and reading about never-made Disney projects count?

Accomplishments

Finishing the remaining posts for the Inklings Archive Dive.

#adventures in august

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caveartfair · 6 years ago

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Sculptor Augusta Savage’s Towering Impact on the Harlem Renaissance

Augusta Savage with her sculpture Realization, 1938. Photo by Andrew Herman. Courtesy of the New York Historical Society.

When I was in elementary school in the early 1990s, I would occasionally beg my mother for money to buy a book from the Scholastic Books circular. One year, I asked for a title called Great Women In the Struggle, the second volume in the “Book of Black Heroes” series. Its purple cover featured black-and-white pictures of iconic black women like Fannie Lou Hamer, Sojourner Truth, Judith Jamison, and many others from all sorts of disciplines and walks of life. Only a short passage was devoted to each figure, and while that wasn’t enough to dig into the meat of their lives, it was a start—a spark of inspiration—especially given the dearth of black children’s books at the time. (According to the Cooperative Children’s Book Center at the University of Wisconsin–Madison, books created by black authors and illustrators comprised between 1 and 4 percent of all children’s books published between 1990 and 1995.)

Among the women included in that book was the sculptor, educator, and community organizer Augusta Savage. Although the text on the page was brief, the picture of the beautiful black woman standing next to her larger-than-life sculpture made an impression on my eight-year-old self.

Augusta Savage, Gamin, c. 1930. Courtesy of the Cummer Museum of Art & Gardens, Jacksonville, Florida.

Today, as a curator, I seek to increase equity and visibility for marginalized cultural producers. But back then, I had no inkling of the advocacy and curatorial work that lay ahead of me as an adult or the full breadth of Savage’s contributions to the black art and artists in the 20th century. Her impact on the social and cultural milieu of the arts communities of her era and her pursuit of equity along gender and racial lines have had long-lasting implications on American art history.

Throughout her life, Savage championed black artists, making space for their work in America and on the world stage, and fighting for it to be valued just as much as that of white peers. Recently, I have relished seeing her name and work celebrated. The most significant project championing the artist’s legacy is the traveling exhibition “Augusta Savage: Renaissance Woman,” curated by art historian Jeffreen Hayes at the Cummer Museum in Jacksonville, Florida, through April 7th. (A version of the show will open at the New-York Historical Society on May 3rd, and will subsequently appear at the Palmer Museum of Art at Penn State University in Philadelphia and the Dixon Gallery & Gardens in Memphis, Tennessee.)

“Renaissance Woman” is the first exhibition focused on the full weight of Savage’s venerable career. Born in 1892 in Green Cove Springs, Florida, as a child, the artist fashioned figures from the region’s distinctive red clay dirt. Savage’s family did not support her artmaking, but she persisted. After graduating from the State Normal College for Colored Students (now Florida A&M University) in Tallahassee, in 1921, she made her way to New York City. Savage had come to New York to study at the Cooper Union for the Advancement of Science and Art, but there is no doubt that the city’s emergence as a bustling hub of black culture had its draw.

Augusta Savage, Portrait of a Baby, 1942. Courtesy of the New York Historical Society.

Augusta Savage, Laborer, 1934. Courtesy of the New York Historical Society.

While it would later be codified as the Harlem Renaissance, at the time, the black luminaries living and working uptown called themselves the New Negro Movement, a term coined by philosopher and educator Dr. Alain Leroy Locke. Underscoring the vital cultural movement was the desire to represent African-American life through the fine arts, literature, music, and whatever other creative means were available. Against this backdrop, Savage excelled in her coursework at the Cooper Union, completing the four-year art program in just three.

Savage was awarded a prestigious scholarship to the Fontainebleau School of Fine Arts in Paris in 1923. This accomplishment should have meant a summer studying sculpture in France—however, upon discovering that she was the sole black woman of the 100 selected students, the all-white, all-male American selection committee rescinded her offer. The incident became a major scandal, reported in New York Amsterdam News, the New York Times, the Negro World, and many other notable newspapers.

Savage did not allow the racist slight to go unanswered; she responded with a searing open letter published in the New York World:

“I hear so many complaints to the effect that Negroes do not take advantage of the educational opportunities offered them. Well, one of the reasons why more of my race do not go in for higher education is that as soon as one of us gets his head above the crowd there are millions of feet ready to crush it back again to that dead level of commonplace thus creating a racial deadline of culture in our Republic. For how am I to compete with other American artists if I am not to be given the same opportunity?”

Augusta Savage with Ernestine Rose, Roberta Bosley Hubert, and her sculpture James Weldon Johnson, 1939. Courtesy of the New York Historical Society.

The Fontainebleau incident showed that Savage was formidable and eloquent. For a woman of color to stand up and speak at that time was more than unusual, it was revolutionary. This was a formative moment for Savage, one that moved her toward arts-based activism for the black community.

Thrust into a new kind of renown, the artist was commissioned to create busts for the likes of sociologist and scholar W.E.B. Du Bois, Jamaican-born Pan-Africanist Marcus Garvey, and NAACP leader and orator William Pickens Sr., among others. Although her artistic status was on the rise, to make ends meet, Savage labored as a domestic worker and a steam laundress while continuing to cultivate her studio practice.

In 1929, Savage was awarded a Rosenwald fellowship to study in Paris for her sculpture Gamin, well-known today for its expressiveness. In Paris, she studied at the feet of masters, exhibited at the Grand Palais and other prestigious venues, and worked with the countless talented people from across the black world who had also made their way to the City of Lights, then the center of the art world. During her time abroad, Savage received another Rosenwald fellowship, as well as funds from the Carnegie Foundation and community members in New York and elsewhere. With this support, Savage was able to travel to Belgium, France, and Germany, where she studied sculpture in the region’s cathedrals and museums.

Augusta Savage, Gwendolyn Savage, 1934–35. Courtesy of the New York Historical Society.

Savage returned to New York in 1932, at the height of the Great Depression. Determined to share what she had learned in Europe, the artist opened the Savage Studio of Arts and Craft, where she offered free or pay-as-you-go drafting, painting, printmaking, and sculpture courses to Harlemites. In 1937, in partnership with the federally funded Works Projects Administration, Savage formed and directed the Harlem Community Art Center, using the Savage Studio as a model for its programming. Under Savage’s leadership, some 1,500 members of the community were able to receive free art instruction in the institution’s first 16 months alone. Among Savage’s students and colleagues are figures now canonized in the annals of African-American art history: William Artis, Romare Bearden, Robert Blackburn, Gwendolyn Knight, Jacob Lawrence, Norman Lewis, and many others.

William Artis, A Mother’s Love, 1963. Courtesy of the New York Historical Society.

Romare Bearden, Reclining Nude, 1979. Art © Romare Bearden Foundation/ Licensed by VAGA, New York, NY.

In 1939, the World’s Fair commissioned Savage to create what is now one of her most famous works. The Harp, also known as Lift Every Voice And Sing, was inspired by the Negro National Anthem written by brothers James Weldon and John Rosamond Johnson. Though now lost, The Harp featured black singers rendered as the strings of the instrument, the sound board and the arm of the harp formed by the hand of God.

Due to financial constraints, Savage primarily worked in plaster; she simply could not afford to cast her works in bronze, as was the standard for serious sculptors of the day. Accordingly, the majority of her works, including The Harp, have been lost to history. This presented a considerable challenge to the curators of “Renaissance Woman.”

Augusta Savage viewing two of her sculptures, Susie Q and Truckin, 1939. Courtesy of the New York Historical Society.

Augusta Savage, The Diving Boy, c. 1939. Courtesy of the Cummer Museum of Art & Gardens, Jacksonville, Florida.

As Hayes explained, to supplement the exhibition, she “filled it out with works by some of [Savage’s] well-known students.” Yet another challenge was to keep Savage central to the presentation. “It would be very easy to fill the gallery with Jacob Lawrence and Romare Bearden,” she said. So in addition to Savage’s work and that of her students and peers, Hayes included archival materials, such as Savage’s letters around the Fountainbleu incident.

Contextualizing Savage’s sculpture practice within her community-organizing and education work creates a fuller picture of her contributions to the Harlem Renaissance and black arts communities as a whole. The exhibition and its accompanying catalogue, which features essays by scholars including Kirsten Pai Buick and Bridget R. Cooks, illuminates Savage’s life and work in a contemporary moment when black women—and non-white artists generally—continue to struggle against discriminatory practices in the art world and beyond. (A study released this past March shows that even today, 85 percent of artists in American museum collections are white, and 87 percent are men.) The work of balancing the histories of gender and race-based discrimination is yet to be behind us. We can look back on Augusta Savage’s work as an example of how we might forge a path toward true equality.

from Artsy News

#Artsy News

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cutegirlmayra · 8 years ago

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can you write anything about AmyxMetalSonic? something romantic. maybe Metal feeling weird about having feelings for her for some reason despite being a robot

You just hit one of my guilty pleasures >///-///evil sometimes when thinking Metal Sonic has a hard time with that. Especially since we all know she can change a robot’s heart (Omega’s XD).. So~ I’m excited!

(x)

Prompt:

“Metal! You’re main job is to kidnap the girl! Don’t harm her or anything, just get Sonic!”

Metal commuted his objective, and sensed something outside the Doctor’s HQ.

He turned to the window.

“Ah, I see.” Eggman smiled, looking out at the sunny, bright day. “You’ve been deactivated for long enough. If you do this task well, and DESTROY SONIC! E-ehem.” Eggman lost his cool a moment, bending down and tensing his hands out, looking obsessed with obliterating him, before clearing his throat and standing up straight again. “Then you may do as you please till I call for you again. Sound like a good deal?”

Was this… freedom?

Metal Sonic nodded his head.

“Excellent~” Eggman rippled the tips of his fingers down in a villainous devising manner, and then turned to press a button, lowering the window as if it was secretly a ramp as well.

“Fly off, now. I want that hedgehog’s head by morning.” he yawned, and walked off. “Wonder what else I could create before breakfast?”

Metal Sonic stared at the window, calculating the hours till the next day’s morning, and then tried to retrieve archives of his memory of this… ‘girl’ Eggman was speaking of.

His circuits sparked to life and he lowered his head, looking fierce as he scanned through his memory data-boxes and found the only female organism he had ever known.

Her face appeared as bright and wonderful, almost like the day outside.

He didn’t feel anything at first with it, but tried to find points of weaknesses.

The whole video played through as it was Sonic’s original memory, and then turned to his first capture of the pink girl, and then his inevitable defeat.

He clenched his metallic finger-shards together into a tight fist, glaring as he recalled that memory file.

But still… There must be some connection with his increase in speed and power.. due to being determined to save her, he concluded.

His super-powered computer brain sparked to life once more as he fired up his engine, knowing he had to find the girl, but almost disgusted by how many points of weakness he could find on her appearance alone.

She was vulnerable on all sides.

He looked up to the sun as he took off, trying to determine if he could bring up her heat signature again or at least some way to track her down.

He circled the skies for quite some time, before he finally flew down and went towards a lake, shining brilliantly in the light of the day.

As he stared, he suddenly heard a foot fall, and spun around, firing multiple missiles towards it.

A flickie flew out in a chirped uproar, terrified as it flew off.

He watched it flail and spaz out mid-flight, and just seemed almost annoyed by it, as he looked forward, but moved his arm back to fire out another missile to completely erase it from existence.

“Nooo!”

A hammer intersected his missile, and his eyes shot back behind his shoulder, recognizing the sound waves and simultaneously overlapping them with Rosy the Rascal’s signatures.

The two vocal lengths and patterns lined up as he tuned down and matured Rosy’s vocal lines, and his computer sensors blinked green when it matched about the level of a 12 year old.

He computed time to be exact, and when he was sure it was her, he pulled himself back after turning around, and launched himself off to follow where the sound came from.

He heard breathing, but it was muffled by the squawking of the Flickie, who dived down to try and seek shelter from the threat.

Following it was Metal’s best option.

He kept scanning the trees, looking for heat signatures, before finally seeing the Flickie land on something living, and the heat signature looking his way, before taking off deeper into the wood.

His eyes widened slightly, trying to get more range in his sights as he measured the distance and air-speed needed to catch up to them.

Her breathing was easier to track now, and he took off in the best direction to intersect with her now.

“He’s back!? How can that be?!”

Her voice was now easily identifiable, and he downloaded a separate track of it to make sure he wouldn’t lose that valuable information.

Wait…

He found himself looking forward, away from her heat signature, puzzled.

He tilted his head.

Why is her vocal signature… suddenly… valuable?

It’s true he may need it for the future, but she was a weak organism with a strange hammer-summoning ability. Nothing truly valuable to her unless it’s to lure out Sonic.

He sped forward and caught her off guard by blasting himself out in front of her way, looking menacing as he held his arms to the side and wide out, spread, ready to take her on.

“Ahh!” Amy shrieked, skidding to a halt and holding the flickie with a protective arm around it.

She narrowed her eyes, summoning her hammer and…

He was now even more discombobulated.

ERROR. ERROR. SHE IS ATTEMPTING TO ENGAGE.

His thinking was spiraling, even now he could see all the weak points easily identifiable in her positioning, but for some reason…

This life form was still going to kick back.

He found that highly intriguing, knowing that she didn’t stand a chance.

“You’re definitely NOT my Sonic!” she almost said that as if she was confident.

Was she confident?

Had time changed so much that something so inferior to him could have even the slightest inkling of a possible chance at defeating him?

He almost mentally laughed at the improbability…

Then… if he was so confident…. why did he compute the actual statistics?

According to his data of Rosy and himself, the odds were 12% for her succeeding.

He reared a clawed hand back and went for the stun, having his hand sparking and flinching from the electric wave-current meant to knock her out in one hit.

Considering… logically she would die at just one swing of his claws.

He was amazed at her speed, at first.

He looked up from where she had jumped and saw her land on a tree branch.

Flexible. Acrobatic. Even graceful as he could barely hear the landing.

His mind computer continued to show him the stats.

His eyes widened in rage.

23%.

Just that little show of skill in maneuvering brought her odds up.

His anger drove him to emote, a very Sonic like thing as he held out a hand and tensed it like he saw the Doctor do, then swipe it away.

“Huh? Did you not like that?” Amy blinked, a bit surprised. “What? You thought I’d just flail around crying for help like last time?”

His red eyes blared brighter, glowing with his rage at that insult to his calculations and predictions.

“Ha! You did!”

He flew up at Sonic speeds, not playing it off as easy anymore, to swipe at her again.

She jumped and this time, hooked her hammer on the branch so it was caught with her going down.

She winked, charmingly, before letting her hand go off her hammer and having the branch fling up and whack him straight in the face in a perfect vertical line down his body.

The hammer flung up too as she rolled, still holding the flickie in one arm, and caught it.

SHE’S IMPAIRED. AND YET, SHE IS ABLE TO STRATEGIZE.

He wiped his face from the left over bark, dirt, and leafs on his screen and splinters in his engine before looking back down at her.

35%.

He was growing more fascinated than enraged though… strange, for his programming.

“Run along, now~ Okay?” Amy let go of the scared flickie, as it fluttered weakly off down the road and she lovingly patted the air as if helping to give ‘wind beneath his wings’.

Metal Sonic seemed to want to test her limits, thinking the data useful for later reviewing, and hovered down to access her.

He watched her turn around and size her up.

“…Huh? What’s wrong? Aren’t you gonna fight anymore?”

His scanners were tracking every moment, trying to find more fault and flaw.

She pouted on his screens and suddenly… his eyes moved up to only scan her face and features.

He tried quickly comparing her old self to her now, grown self, and find himself strangely… mirco-syncing them. As if studying each feature of her face more than he should.

“…Huh, strange robot.” Amy put her hands to her hips, “I remember you being a lot more terrifying.”

He twitched, as his scanners turned back to attack mode.

He shook as he lowered himself down, his fingers moving excessively as he was truly insulted by that statement.

“…Aww~ Did I insult the wittle robot’s feelwings?”

He darted his head up, and sprang to attack her.

This time…

No stun.

Eggman’s words were speaking the back of his memory files, his objective blazing through him to not hurt her.

He wanted too.. oh so badly… but he quickly, last second, turned on stun and went for the kill shot.

She…. she blocked?!

How on earth could she be that swift and concise? Powerful with a direct hit!?

She swung her hammer down to guard and then smirked, “What’s wrong, Metal? Have I caught you off-guard?”

He looked up at her, completely frozen in how illogical it all was.

Females are naturally weaker in nature.

Yet, she was fighting with a strength he had never encountered before.

He blinked, a very silly think for a robot to emote.

She giggled, as he found himself recording it for some reason, and then she knocked him around.

IMPRACTICAL. I SHOULD NOT BE SO DISTRACTED.

He got up, rubbing his head, and then looking more seriously to her.

He wiped his muzzle, something Sonic would do, and flung the arm away as if emoting he was going to fight seriously now.

She got into a much more prepared position, but he didn’t allow himself to look impressed.

47%.

ENOUGH.

He charged her, and their battle was high speed, missiles fired through but she rotated her hammer to explode them and minimize damage.

IMPOSSIBLE!

His eyes shook as he continued to give an on-slaughter of missiles, attacks, and finally got a few kicks and spins off on her.

She rolled back on the ground, as he stomped on her hammer, making sure that was out of the way.

His computer screens were fully locked onto her, but he didn’t see her moving.

His eyelids moved up.

HAVE I DESTROYED HER?

He looked her over, before his systems started to panic, and he bent down, a very weak thing to do, as he held out his hand to her back, checking for…

Ah… there it was.

His eyes closed.

He measured each heart beat, and listened to it, recording it before hearing her move a bit and toss her head around.

He could stun her now… it would be quick and the pain would knock her out before she got the full-force of it.

He didn’t know why he was calculating that pain intensity.

With his hand off her back now, he hesitated.

He then narrowed his eyes, not liking how his curiosity was keeping him from fulfilling his objective.

It was freedom against fascination. He wasn’t going to trade up on his-

She looked up a moment, her head still down but her eyes lingered upon his for a moment, as she breathed in exhaustion from the magnificent fight.

Wait… magnificent?

He stared at her a minute longer, before deleting all files of Rosy the Rascal, and replacing them with every screenshot of her during the battle.

Amy looked to her hammer, and tried to reach for it.

His hand gently sparked a light jolt, and placed it at a pressure point on her neck.

She shook for a moment before he caught her and lifted her up, seeing her knocked out.

A small tase, she’d be fine.

It was only the objective that was making him hesitated.

It had to be.

There was no other explanation.

He held her over his shoulder, before staring a moment off in front of him.

His eyes looked to the corner of the sky as he recalled a memory file of Sonic carrying her away in another form…

He looked down, before gently pulled her over his chest, and carrying her bridal style.

He… thought this more comfortable… actually.

He also… could now look down at her face.

But… why was that important?

He looked away, confused by these irrational thoughts, and looked up to plan a good spot to lure Sonic out with, and took off into the sky.

(I love Metal Sonic! I ship him in a evil way with my version of Metal Amy though XD he’s terrible! but I love it nxwnx)

#sonamy #metal sonic #metalxamy #metal sonicxamy #amy rose #classic #sonic prompt #sonamy prompt #basically it's sonamy right? lol

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Why Erotic Fan Fiction Might Be the Key to a Better Sex Life

Where I come from, sex is taboo. I never learned how to use a condom, I never learned anything about birth control, and abstinence was preached above all else. I was even given a fake plastic credit card as a symbol of my pledge to remain abstinent, a tiny golden card that told us of the "importance of abstinence" that we could carry around in our wallets, intended as something that would remind us of the gift and value of our virginity, along with our commitment to not have sex—and yes, I attended public school.

At the private Christian university I attended, it got worse instead of better. Professors gave talks about how masturbation was evil and addicting, not to mention the sins of pornography. We were told that pornography was basically a gateway drug to sexual promiscuity and broken relationships. Pornography was whispered about in church like it was heroin, making it one of the worst things in which you could possibly indulge. Sex and everything related to sexuality quickly became terrifying, although of course, I was still curious, but clueless. TV and movies were all I had to learn about sex, but I soon discovered that the library scene in Atonement doesn’t quite count as a proper sexual education.

I’ve recently started coming to terms with sexuality, however. I’ve realized that there are issues with my limited knowledge of sex that aren’t just dangerous (hello, condoms) but severely limiting in terms of my relationship with my husband—yup, I’m married now.

So what options are left? My conservative upbringing made it uncomfortable (and embarrassing) to talk to a professional about sex, and I could never dream of mentioning my burgeoning sex life with my friends. Hell, even writing an article about sex is enough to make me blush. Like right now.

Weirdly enough, fan fiction saved my sex life. It’s strange to admit, especially to countless strangers on the internet, but it taught me that sexuality isn’t just OK, it’s a part of life and something to be embraced.

I stuck with fan fiction about fictional characters, mainly because I was (and am) uncomfortable with reading fan fiction about real people—especially sexual scenarios—but also because it allowed me to explore without any secondhand embarrassment. I didn’t want to watch porn or hear about real people having sex because, truthfully, I couldn’t handle it. Sticking with the fictional, however, lowered the barrier of entry (pun intended).

I’d spent so much time worrying about how to do sex ‘right’ that I forgot the importance of enjoying myself throughout the process.

By reading about characters with whom I already identified, fan fiction taught me that I’m not a light switch to be turned on and off when convenient. I knew that arousal was different for men and women, but I assumed that I was defective if I couldn’t get "into the mood" without proper, erm, stimulation. Even then, there were times that sex still wasn’t on my agenda, but I had no guidelines for how to deal with that except TV shows where the woman would feign a headache (and be portrayed as a frigid b*tch for doing so).

Fan fiction provided me with a safe space to explore my sexuality. With only one sexual partner in my life, I’d never had the opportunity to discover what I liked in bed. Sex, as I soon discovered, isn’t something to be ashamed of—and it shouldn’t be.

Not knowing anything about the different types of foreplay, role-playing, different positions, masturbation, and more, I came into my marriage relationship as a virtual tabula rasa. And while that could be viewed as a good thing depending on your personal beliefs, it definitely made sex awkward. I had a vague idea of things I thought I should be doing, but I had no idea how to do them. I didn’t know how to take an active role in pleasing my husband, and I had even less of an inkling on how to enjoy myself in the process. Sure, I could talk to my spouse about these issues—and did—but it often left me feeling deficient.

Fan fiction, however, let me read about healthy sexual relationships without feeling embarrassed or overwhelmed. I could delve into different sexual scenarios on a whim, and I was in control of the process. It allowed me to explore (or avoid) whatever I wanted, which I could then take back to the bedroom thanks to the support of my husband.

Given that women are more often stimulated by the written word than men, fan fiction helped cultivate a healthy sexual appetite within my relationship that had been previously inaccessible to me. Fanfic is often more female-friendly than porn in that it often gives women a more dominant role, especially one in which the female orgasm is just as important (if not more so) than the male’s, along with the ability to choose a story that has a plot (not just sex), making it more immersive in the process. Not only that, this makes erotic fan fiction more approachable—and beneficial—to people like me, who are interested in learning but are often uncomfortable with blatant displays of sexuality.

Honestly, I’m beyond grateful for erotic fan fiction. It’s free. It’s safe. It’s empowering. Why shouldn’t women—and men—be free to imagine themselves having kick-ass sex? And instead of taking away from my relationship, reading about sex this way has enriched our sex life in ways that I definitely didn’t expect. I learned that sex is normal, it’s healthy, and it’s whatever the f*ck I want it to be, because it’s mine (and my husband’s). The concept of "should" doesn’t belong in the bedroom.

Fan fiction doesn’t just offer readers the opportunity to escape, it also reminds us that sexuality— whatever form that may take for you—is perfectly normal. It’s OK to have experience, and it’s OK not to. Sometimes we feel like we need to be having sex (and lots of it), but we’re also expected to be the perfect blend of sexy and innocent, knowing exactly how to drive our partners wild, all while feeling incredibly confident in the bedroom and seeming like eternal virgins. The challenge for women can seem insurmountable, especially when the pressure to perform sexually can absolutely kill the mood.

I’d spent so much time worrying about how to do sex "right" that I forgot the importance of enjoying myself throughout the process. Yes, I want to please my partner, but my own pleasure should be of primary concern, as well. Over the course of our lives, women are subtly taught to view themselves as objects, and sexual objectification is no different. We exist as more than objects to fulfill our partners’ sexual desires, and in my experience, fan fiction can help teach that. As more and more women see and experience relationships—even fictional ones—in which a woman’s sexual enjoyment is just as valuable as a man’s, she can see her own pleasure as increasingly important.