#karass

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To conform or not, there's your answer

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Lurking in the nowhere of solitude

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Arina // Karass

Arina, when she was still in human and her reincarnated form as an ant, with the name the Queen had chosen for him, Karass.

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I’m going to be very busy come March with Fanfics (and starting my very first no spending month) so…

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That’s exactly what I’m tryin so hard to achieve!

my favourite type of fan fictions are like. Slightly canon divergent. Like everything is the same but we fix this one annoying detail you can’t stand and let it butterfly effect the whole story.

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I can totally see why kurt vonnegut is roger’s favorite author. one of the major themes in his works (besides the obviously relevant anti-war commentary) is inevitability. I’ve joked to myself when learning pink floyd lore that it feels like the wall had to happen. there was such an absurd confluence of events that either led up to its inspiration or accidentally foreshadowed it that it makes the wall feels, well, inevitable. and this was only ever like 50% serious, but now that I’ve been reading vonnegut, I am so sure that roger has also noticed and thought about it obsessively. no wonder he’s read all of his books multiple times over, he probably thinks he’s the main character in one of them

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plural vonnegut reader who calls their system a karass

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It’s what I’m trying to do right now

when u come up with a tiny change for your story that not only makes the writing flow better but also hammers in the character motivations and story theme

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Six Sentence Sunday (Karass Edition)

Heavy fog and a chilling breeze crept with the stealth of a domestic feline.

“How long has it been?”

“Welcome to Duckburg University!”

Outside a quaint and peaceful sidewalk coffee place…

“Directors.” Was the Austere magpie’s response.

Down a pitch black and narrow corridor…

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FOR THE LOVE OF VINTAGE SIGNS AND THE CLASSIC AMERICAN DINER ESTABLISHMENT.

PIC INFO: Spotlight on quintessential mid-century Americana -- a vintage sign advertising a dining establishment named Mr. Karass' Charbroiled Steaks, Chops, Chicken, Burgers, & Breakfast Special, unknown state & city, USA, undated.

Source: http://bummercalifornia.com.

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My AU for The Owl House is Canon Compliant (and ends up being divergent)

My AU for Randy Cunningham 9th grad ninja is me gripping Canon’s hand in a strong handshake and patting its back

My AU for Disenchanted is me using Thanos’ infinity gauntlet and snapping Canon into dust.

My AU for Ducktales is… me abandoning Canon on the closest curb I pass by.

My AU for Arslan Senki is a love letter to canon.

My AU for FMAB is a friendly banter with canon.

My AU for Naruto is a strongly worded complaint letter to canon.

My AU for YuuMori is... me attempting to set canon on fire.

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Okay Clove. I've seen a lot of little snippets from Blind Trust and I rock with your writing style a ton. But what's the book actually about?? Something with magic in a contemporary setting ? Hot dogs are somehow involved ??

Geets, it's me, the person who never learned how to properly pitch their own writing! I'll give it a shot anyway. I have a pinned post on my blog that has the fancy synopsis I'll probably put on the back of the book, but I'm fresh from a nap and on my phone and Feeling Frisky so I'll try and take it a different way.

What is Blind Trust about?

Blind Trust is book one of the Songbird Elegies, and it takes place in a contemporary world where magic exists but isn't great. It's not bad in a cool, The Witcher sort of way. Most people only know about magic through The Academy, where anyone can enlist and learn how to tap into the source of magic itself. Which sounds cool until you consider the physical strain of even a minor spell, the fact that major spells can take massive amounts for studying and practice and still aren't that powerful, and how carrying a wand on your person at all times is not easy to do without looking and feeling like a dipshit. Essentially, the average Academic Witch is like an arrogant MFA student or so someone really into craft beer.

But then there is a certain, little-studied medical anomaly that creates birthrights, which are individuals born already tapped into the source of magic by design. They each have a single ability that they can do without a wand (or wand-shaped proxy), but it's nothing innately combative and is mainly used to help interact with society at large. This is because the Birthright Gene is seen exclusively in individuals who are either born with a severe hereditary, genetic, or developmental disability, or will develop one over the course of their life but I'm not supposed to talk about that yet.

Birthrights are often found in a few scattered witch towns, where they use their abilities to focus on social work and community outreach. People also call them genetic witches, but you'd be hard-pressed to get a birthright to call themselves a witch at all. They don't value magic at all in the same way Academics do, and primarily see their "gift" as a chronic illness to manage and accommodate for.

Birthrights and Academics have varying relationships depending on where you are and who you ask but I can't really get into that because in Blind Trust no one knows anything so you don't get to either.

Well, that's not true. There's a mutual understanding of the concept of soul bonds, which are lifelong connections formed between individuals born in the source of magic - though how much people actually retained about this varies. A soul bond is not unlike a karass in Vonnegut's Cat's Cradle, in that the people involved are cosmically entangled with each other in a very profound way.

They might be born to be companions, family, enemies, or lovers. The last possibility, called a Lover's Knot, is the rarest and is reserved as a way to contain birthrights who would otherwise be capable of reality-shattering degrees of power. Which nobody wants. Especially not a birthright.

Meet Edgar Gallows and Scott Skylark Kaufner. Scott is a birthright from a witch town and Edgar was born into an Academy in Louisiana, despite also being birthright.

At the start of Blind Trust Edgar has escaped his Academy for the time being and has established a ramshackle and pretty lonely life for himself in New Orleans. He never wants to touch a wand for the rest of his life, and his only hope is to be boring and safe and left alone forever.

Meanwhile, Scott has been having a real rough time. He's been wandering the country nonstop for years with an unfathomable cosmic horror feeding on his sanity and gradually eroding reality around him. Birthrights don't use their abilities often, but for some reason Scott can't turn his off, and they've been warped to the degree where he's been forced to manipulate everyone around him. He can't stop, though. The only thing that can make this stop is if he finds the other half of his Lover's Knot, who he now only remembers as a ghostly vision named Eddie.

Scott and Edgar meet in a dirty walk-in of a mid-tier, overpriced bar and restaurant. Stuff changes and continues to change. Magic is involved but it's not really about the magic.

It's asexual and romantic and soft and confused and frightening and frightened and tender and in book two Edgar eats a hot dog for four pages. It's a great book about love and devotion that's sensual but not at all sexual, because the Clove Gardener Pledge is that there is no sex depicted at any point in the series. It's a great series if you're coping with parental neglect and trauma and want to read a depiction of self-love through an unconventional romantic pairing.

Blind Trust. Buy it in June in paperback or ebook, or just ask me for it and I'll probably give it to you.

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Dream Lord? - 11th doctor x reader

Summary: Based around the end of the 'Amys Choice' Episode. S5 Ep7. A/N: One of my favourite episodes not only because we get to see how much Amy really cares for Rory but also theres something about the darker side of 11 that i love to see.

Warnings: mentions of sexual content, swearing

Word count: 2094

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------------------------------------------------------------------------------My head pounded as I opened my eyes. Everything was a blur.

“Psychic pollen” the doctors voice cut through my ears as I rubbed my eyes allowing my vision to clear. “That’s what that was. Come on, up you get.” I felt a hand wrap itself round my arm, pulling me up. “You’re alright. Nothings broken.” He said, grinning at me. I rubbed my head, noticing the glowing specks in his hands.

“What are they?” Amy said, walking down the stairs with Rory behind her.

“As I was saying, psychic pollen. Originated from the Candle Meadow of the Karass Don Slava.” He explained.

“That’s a lot of words to process after everything.” I grumbled.

“Oh, you poor thing.” The doctor replied sarcastically.

“Rude.” I replied, smiling at him. He made is way over to the Tardis doors, blowing the pollen out into space.

“It must have been caught in the console, it heated up and put us all in some sort of psychic trance” He explained, coming to stand next to me resting against the console. I rested my head against him, still feeling tired even though by the sounds of it I’d just had to deepest sleep of them all.

“So those specks, they were the dream lord?” Rory asked.

“What? Oh, no. no I thought it was obvious, the dream lord was me. The pollen pulls on the darkest part of you and gives it a voice.”

The three of us looked at him, unsure of how to respond. My heart sunk for him. All those things the dream lord had said about the doctor, they were all his own thoughts.

“But all those things he said, you don’t actually believe them do you?” Amy said light-heartedly.

The doctor didn’t respond, he just stared at her. Oh my god. He genuinely believed it. All of it.

“Now Amy, a question is about to occur to Rory and seeing as the answer will probably change his life, you should give him your full attention. Me and Y/n will get out of your hair for a moment. Come along, y/l/n” The doctor said, pushing Amy towards Rory and dragging me along behind him down one of the many corridors.

“how do you think that discussions gonna go” I asked light-heartedly.

“Well, I assume very well. And knowing them its probably going to be filled with lots of kissing afterwards. I honesty do not know how they do it for so long.” The doctor replied as we entered the library.

“Everyone loves a good make out session.” I said, flopping down on the sofa.

“Do they?” He asked, sitting beside me. I lifted my legs, resting them on his lap.

“Oh come on your telling me 907 years and you’ve never….dabbled.” I suggested.

The doctors face went red as he fidgeted with his bowtie. “Well, I mean…you know…I’ve been around.” I laughed at his reaction.

“Anyway, we aren’t talking about me. Now books, books are fun.” He leant forward and grabbed a book from the table in front of us. “Alice in wonderland, what a classic.”

“Oh one of my favourites.” I beamed. “Read it would you?” The doctor glanced at me.

“you want me to read to you?” He seemed rather surprised.

“If you wouldn’t mind.” He smiled at me as he opened the page. He began to read. Before long his voice faded, I could still hear him of course, but my mind was elsewhere – no longer focusing on the individual words.

“There’s no one in the world that hates me more than you do” The words from earlier swam around my mind. I always knew the doctor had a darker side to him than he let on, but I don’t think I realised quite how deep rooted his self-hatred was. And it hurt to know. I gazed at him, taking in his features. One of his hands rested on my legs occasionally raising to turn the page as the other held the book. His jaw flexed with every word. His eyes, darting over the words quicker than mine ever could. He was beautiful. In more ways than one. Not just physically, but his soul. Everything he does for others, the impact he has – and he can’t even see it himself. I was too lost in thought to notice the doctor had book the down.

“Everything okay over there y/L/n?” He asked, sounding slightly cautious. My eyes snapped to meet his. I loved it when he used my last name.

“I’m all good Doctor” I said, offering him a smile but he didn’t seem convinced.

“Is my reading boring you?” He joked.

“What? No, never. I was…thinking” I replied.

“Oh, that’s never a good thing to do” I chuckled at his comment, but he could tell it wasn’t sincere. “What’s bothering you?” He asked, resting both hands gently against my legs. I chewed my lip slightly, unsure of how to approach it. I didn’t want to upset him. But he needed to know. I took a deep breathe before answering.

“Those things, that the dream lord said. About you.” I said slowly. The doctors’ eyes flickered with an emotion I couldn’t quite place.

“That’s how you feel about yourself” I stated, looking at him for confirmation. He looked down before nodding slightly. I pulled my legs from his lap, moving so I was sat in front of him.

“I don’t know if anything I am about to say will help, but you need to know how wrong you are about yourself.” His brow furrowed as he looked at me again.

“You are more wonderful than you know. The care you hold in your heart for people is a beautiful thing doctor. You do a thousand things a day to save the universe and never ask for anything in return. Think about how many lives you have saved, how many civilizations are still growing, thriving because of you. The impact you have had on the people around you is magical thing. You make people want to be better. Not just for you, but for themselves. You show people a better way to live.” I was rambling at this point, but it was all true. I hoped he could feel the sincerity of my words.

He looked hurt but not necessarily in a bad way, almost as if he’d never been spoken to in such a civil manner before.

“But the people I lose, the people who die because of me.” He choked on his words slightly as his eyes began to water. I cupped his face in my hands.

“None of those are your fault doctor. Please believe me. Anyone who knows you will agree with me when I say you are not a bad person. You never want for these things to happen. And, with no disrespect, you are one man. One man trying to keep the universe from imploding. So I’d say you’re doing a pretty good job.” I said, smiling at him. He smiled back, but it didn’t reach his eyes.

“I know you aren’t perfect. I know that you have done things you would regret.” I began, pulling my hands from him. He looked surprised as I continued.

“You believe there’s a darkness in you. And maybe there is. But the same can be said for me. Or Amy. Or anyone you’ve ever known. There are things I’ve done, people I’ve hurt that make me hate myself more than you know. And while I am not claiming to understand or even feel the way your darkness sits on your soul; I do know that just because it’s there doesn’t mean you are controlled by it.” I let my words hang in the air.

The doctor stared at me in a way he never had before. Almost as if he was seeing me for the first time.

“I just want you to know you aren’t alone in this. And you don’t always have to be so brave. Because the people who care for you will be here to get you through it. The people who love you – Amy, Rory, River – they will remind you of the light.” I smiled softly at him. He reached forward, threading his fingers through mine.

“And you?” He asked gently.

“I will be here until you order me away. It’s not so easy to walk away from the man you love, even if he is an alien.” I chuckled to myself before realising what I had said. Fuck. How did I let that slip out. My hand tensed in his as my eyes widened. My breathing quickened. I needed to say something. Anything. Nothing came to my mind.

“What did you say?” The doctor asked, sounding breathless. Shit fucking shit.

“I-I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to say that. Well I meant it as in that’s how I feel but you weren’t supposed to know.” I pulled my hand from his as I stood up and began pacing. “Just forget I said anything. I’m sorry. I know relationships aren’t really a thing for you. Fuck, I’m so embarrassing.” I ran my fingers through my hair, not noticing how close the doctor was stood behind me. I felt his large hands plant themselves just above my hips, turning me to face him.

“y/n?” He said quietly. I stared at him, my arms hanging awkwardly by my side. “Be quiet” And with that he leant in, softly placing his lips against mine.

It didn’t last long, but it was sweet. He pulled back scanning my expression for any sign of regret. I stared back at him. Before he could pull away any further, I grabbed his face bringing his lips back to meet mine. This was a lot more passionate as I leant against his chest, grasping at his shirt. The doctor wrapped one of his arms tightly around my waist, the other finding a home at the back of my head pushing me further into him.

Our lips melded together perfectly. I had always imagined kissing the doctor, but I never knew he would be such a pro. But then again, with nine hundred years of experience, should I have expected any less? His lips were effortlessly beautiful. He moved back until his legs hit the edge of the sofa, causing us to pull apart for a second. We were grinning at each other like children.

“Told you everyone enjoys a make out session.” I said cheekily, before pushing him onto the sofa and climbing on top of him. He laughed slightly before attaching his lips back to mine. I threaded my fingers through his hair pulling gently, causing a small groan to erupt from the doctor. My heart jumped at the sound. I could feel his hands gripping against my waist, holding onto me as if he was scared I would disappear.

We broke apart to catch our breath, but the doctor leant forward, kissing my neck. I held his head as I leant mine back allowing him more access as I breathed heavily.

“I love you too by the way.” The doctor breathed. I chuckled, only now clocking the fact he hadn’t said it before.

“Well that is good to know time lord.” I replied, pulling his head from neck.

“I’m so lucky to have found you.” He whispered, gazing into my eyes. I planted one last soft kiss against his lips.

“What the fuck” Amy’s voice came from the doorway. Our heads snapped round to see the ponds staring at us. Rory’s mouth hung open, unsure where to look. Amy had a glint of joy in her eyes, her arms folded across her chest.

“Hello” I said sheepishly.

“How long has this been going on for then?” Amy quizzed.

“I’d say about 5 minutes?” I replied, looking down at the doctor who looked rather flustered. His hair was a mess, his face flushed a soft shade of pink.

“Well. It’s about damn time.” Amy said clapping her hands together.

“What do you mean?” The doctor asked.

“Do you know how painful it’s been watching the two of you pine for each other all this time?” She replied laughing. The doctor and I swapped a look.

“Was it really that obvious?” I chuckled.

“YES” Amy yelled.

“To be honest it did seem to be like the only two who did know it was the pair of you.” Rory added.

“Well, I’d agree with Amy then, it’s about time.” The doctor commented, smiling up at me.

“I think so too.” I replied, kissing his lips once more.

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Niko and Welsh

Before her death, Niko worked for Gyro at the NGL. She has few memories of her human past, Niko being half her human first name. She no longer recognizes herself in this former version of herself, unlike Arina, who sees herself as an extension of what she was as a human. She is part of a group of three soldier ants, Karass (Arina) and Scolopandra, (much like Leoru's group) before joining the extermination team and becoming their friend. It was her friendship with Welsh that convinced her to join them (like Meleoron or Ikalugo). Today, they are close friends.

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That is a constant mood

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What do you think of Binkly

my sibling in karass what part of "salah al-din yusuf ibn ayyub the custodian of egypt, conqueror of the levant, benevolent kurdish leader of the caliphate" shortens to blinky