#let me talk about myself please

[onthemeander]

Get to know your fic writer!: 1, 4, 7, 8, 17, 19, 26, and 41!

1.Do you prefer writing one-shots or multi-chaptered fics?

- multi chapter. I tend to have ideas that are too big for one shots and even if they could be one massive pager I get impatient and just want to post what I have right away.

4. Where do you find inspiration for new ideas

- every where. Seriously there’s no limits to where you can seek inspiration. I have found it listening to music, watching documentaries, looking at museum exhibits, reading text books, talking with friends, going to therapy, Hell I even came up with a novel while starring dead eyed out onto the plains of Kansas during a road trip.

- my biggest advice is get inspiration for wildly different sources. You want to be the next big fashion designer? Why not watch a 30 minute video on how lightening is formed. Next best author? Let’s go to a soccer game and people watch. The more you mine inspiration from different sources the more raw material you have to play with for you stories. I also lean heavily into rabbit holes. Research subjects that interest you and see how things connect to one another. A lot of creativity isn’t creating from scratch it’s just fusing two disparate ideas together in a new way.

7. How do you choose which POV to write from?

- depends on what themes I want to cover. I definitely favor certain narrative voices but if I want to explore themes of abandonment i wouldn’t pick a character like Scott from teen wolf who had a reputedly robust and reliable social network.

8. Do you prefer the beginning, middle, or end of a story?

- middle. I always have an idea or a phrase that feels like gold I just gotta figure out how to get the characters in position to use it.

17. What do you do when writing becomes difficult? (maybe a lack of inspiration or writers block)

- Hahahaha loaded question. Any of my readers probably know me pension for going radio silent for months or years on end and then popping back up again to post multiple chapter with in weeks. I get hyper fixated on a craft or art style and that’s all I want to do so everything else drops to the way side.

- However if I’m writing a scene and I find it really hard to nail down I do a couple of things: sleep, walk, listen to music, or text a friend. Usually that allow my mind enough space to wander and while it does that wandering I can usually puzzle out what I need to keep going.

19. What is the most-used tag on your ao3?

- probably angst and hurt/comfort. I live for the drama and I drink the tears of my sad boys.

26. Which of your fics would you call your wildest ride?

- my first ever fanfiction was a kingdom heart retelling of beauty and the beast where sora is forced to “dance” for Riku the best. His first performance was to hips don’t lie and was wearing the iconic orange outfit from that music video. And that’s all I’m gonna say about that.

41. Do you tend to reread fics or are you a one-and-done kind of person?

- I tend to drop fics before I finish them, shit attention span and I get bored, but if I do finish them I tend to reread them for years to come.

[inkskinned]

because sometimes there are invisible tests and invisible rules and you're just supposed to ... know the rule. someone you thought of as a friend asks you for book recommendations, so you give her a list of like 30 books, each with a brief blurb and why you like it. later, you find out she screenshotted the list and send it out to a group chat with the note: what an absolute freak can you believe this. you saw the responses: emojis where people are rolling over laughing. too much and obsessive and actually kind of creepy in the comments. you thought you'd been doing the right thing. she'd asked, right? an invisible rule: this is what happens when you get too excited.

you aren't supposed to laugh at your own jokes, so you don't, but then you're too serious. you're not supposed to be too loud, but then people say you're too quiet. you aren't supposed to get passionate about things, but then you're shy, boring. you aren't supposed to talk too much, but then people are mad when you're not good at replying.

you fold yourself into a prettier paper crane. since you never know what is "selfish" and what is "charity," you give yourself over, fully. you'd rather be empty and over-generous - you'd rather eat your own boundaries than have even one person believe that you're mean. since you don't know what the thing is that will make them hate you, you simply scrub yourself clean of any form of roughness. if you are perfect and smiling and funny, they can love you. if you are always there for them and never admit what's happening and never mention your past and never make them uncomfortable - you can make up for it. you can earn it.

don't fuck up. they're all testing you, always. they're tolerating you. whatever secret club happened, over a summer somewhere - during some activity you didn't get to attend - everyone else just... figured it out. like they got some kind of award or examination that allowed them to know how-to-be-normal. how to fit. and for the rest of your life, you've been playing catch-up. you've been trying to prove that - haha! you get it! that the joke they're telling, the people they are, the manual they got- yeah, you've totally read it.

if you can just divide yourself in two - the lovable one, and the one that is you - you can do this. you can walk the line. they can laugh and accept you. if you are always-balanced, never burdensome, a delight to have in class, champagne and glittering and never gawky or florescent or god-forbid cringe: you can get away with it.

you stare at your therapist, whom you can make jokes with, and who laughs at your jokes, because you are so fucking good at people-pleasing. you smile at her, and she asks you how you're doing, and you automatically say i'm good, thanks, how are you? while the answer swims somewhere in your little lizard brain:

how long have you been doing this now? mastering the art of your body and mind like you're piloting a puppet. has it worked? what do you mean that all you feel is... just exhausted. pick yourself up, the tightrope has no net. after all, you're cheating, somehow, but nobody seems to know you actually flunked the test. it's working!

aren't you happy yet?

[dearabsolutelynoone]

Kate Looking at Anthony

[feroluce]

I know we mostly only get little hints of them throughout, but I really loved this interaction between these two? Like. I already talked about it from Dan Heng's side over here. But! I'm dying over this part about Boothill, and just how much he trusts and feels he can rely on Dan Heng!!

"Note," he says, about his casual identity theft fjkdlsajlk

Because when we first arrive on Penacony, March 7th and the Trailblazer are confused about the check in details. But Dan Heng caught on immediately.

It's stated multiple times in multiple ways: Galaxy Rangers generally work alone. Boothill is helping out Rappa because he owes her a favor, and shortly afterwards, he returns to his own Hunt. He coordinates with Robin and March 7th because he comes across them by happenstance. Dan Heng is the only person that Boothill purposely reaches out to, and he does it in a way that only Dan Heng would figure out.

And it works! Even though they aren't able to actually contact each other, Boothill's secret note left for Dan Heng is the first sign to him that something is amiss in Penacony, and to stay on guard. And it's only when Rappa says she's with Boothill that Dan Heng decides to truly trust her and lend her a hand.

The "sweet and melodious words" part is killing me fjkdlsjakfdja

Without the Nameless' aid, the Galaxy Rangers probably wouldn't have gotten nearly as far as they did. It was a group project. It took the combined effort of a lot of people. But it started here with these two! And even without being able to see or speak to each other, Boothill and Dan Heng somehow still manage to work together and make all of this happen! Off nothing but their belief in each other alone!!

When something big is going down, there is no one Boothill wants on his side more than Dan Heng, and that's just so!! SO!!! OUGH

[grimmweepers]

˚˖𓍢ִ໋🦢˚ 𝓻𝔂𝓾𝓱𝓪𝓲𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓶

there was an ache in my heart when i awoke in a strange, beautiful world that wasn’t my own. even as months turned to years, i still missed the familiar skies, the voice of loved ones and the home i had left behind. i wrote letters that went nowhere and whispered silent prayers that reached no one. it was like i was plucked from my own reality and placed in a world where i didn’t quite belong.

yet, as much as i longed for home, i was determined to learn in this new life. sumeru became my sanctuary and the akademiya, my solace. i learned their languages, customs, and secrets while sharing stories of the stars, landmarks, and beauty of my own world. the scholars listened, fascinated by the similarities and differences, but none more than al-haitham—a student assigned to guide me through this foreign land. he was a quiet presence. thoughtful and curious. he did not pity me.

and over time, he went from guide to peer to something more. over time, i wasn’t just seeking knowledge but also him. but what was the point? what was the point of falling for him if one day, i could just disappear—vanish back to my world, leaving him and teyvat behind? this could slip away at any moment. this might be as fleeting as a dream.

despite all reason, i still found myself loving him deeply. in a world that wasn’t my own, he had become my home.

𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐬: very slow burn, mutual pining, friends to lovers

𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐔𝐒: 22.10.22 | playlist | genshinverse ryu

𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐒: modern au | season of love

[bachirasbodyguard]

:x

[nevertheless-moving]

“The other day,” Skar added, “he was talking about what he’s doing there. It sounded an awful lot like he was learning how to read.” The men shifted uncomfortably. “So?” Kaladin asked. “What’s the problem? Sigzil can read his own language. Storms, I can read glyphs.” “It’s not the same,” Skar said. “It’s feminine,” Drehy added. “Drehy,” Kaladin said, “you are literally courting a man.” “So?” Drehy said. “Yeah, what are you saying, Kal?” Skar snapped. “Nothing! I just thought Drehy might empathize.…” “That’s hardly fair,” Drehy said. “Yeah,” Lopen added. “Drehy likes other guys. That’s like … he wants to be even less around women than the rest of us. It’s the opposite of feminine. He is, you could say, extra manly.”

Different possible explanations for this scene, to be taken up depending on which headcanon would be the funniest for a given fic:

While being gay is more broadly acceptable than being unmanly, conflating gender roles with sexuality is not uncommon; the other guys have just gotten more than one drunken lecture from Drehy about how he hates being treated womanly just because he likes dick. Kaladin was obviously working those nights.

Under Vorinism, Gender roles are rigid, but a range of sexualities are perfectly fine. The ardent who visited Kaladin's hometown was just a freak who hated gay people so much it was unreal, and took great pains to explain to the boys of this isolated rural town the unhinged idea that marrying a man was OBVIOUSLY womanly and therefore Bad. He mostly unlearned that shit after joining the army but is a bit confused. It doesn't come up often.

There was one (1) elderly queer couple in heartstone growing up, and one of the men was super gnc, which made people uncomfortable but his parents always told him that you shouldn't shame people for harmless joy. so, yeah, Kaladin just sort of figured that in a relationship between guys, one of them is the woman. He assumes Renarin is gay and I mean. He's not wrong. Part of the reason he never accepted friendly offers of soldier companionship. Not that there's anything wrong with it. He never asked Drehy who was who, because its none of his business and he didn't want to know.

the only times Kaladin has personally ever noticed being attracted to another man is when the guy was doing something womanly. Is it a kink? Is it an extremely dense man needing someone to stand on top of clearly marked social signposts and wave their arms for him to even register them as a sexual being? who knows! not Kaladin! he doesn't have time to unpack any of that. anyway he assumed that all same sex attraction worked the same way and obviously never actually talked about it with a living person. actually I'm expanding this to cover all of Kaladin's sexuality just to make him extra stupid. first time he noticed Tarah was when she punched a dude.

[sleepanonymous]

(Some) Information below the cut.

I unfortunately have very little information on this song. No link, no description, no upload date, and, frustratingly, no lyrics.

So who wants to play a game of what the hell is baby Ves saying in this song?

The internet’s best guess is as follows:

Road signs Stare at me with cold eyes Tell me where I am  Street lights Projecting through this dark night Tell me who I am

I am telescopic Misanthropic Please just stop it now

Television Telling children Eat till you explode

All the houses look the same around here  You’ll need to drive slow All the children have lost their minds x2

All the houses look the same around here  (All you can hear is the sound of a train) You’ll need to drive slow All the children have lost their minds (So much grey you can feel it in your veins) x2

All you can hear is the sound of a train So much grey you can feel it in your veins

[phantomsies]

if I had a nickel for every time I seen somebody get on here and complain abt a lack of fluff fics and then go on the notes of the smut and see 6K+, I’d be able to afford a fucking house atp.

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

EVERYONE SHUT UP AND LOOK AT HER

okay i know this is a Foul Legacy blog but listen. if anyone wants to ask me questions about Arlecchino and my OC Marine i will be so happy to answer (they are MARRIED and i WILL answer in character if wanted because i'm that obsessed)

[mueritos]

a small moment of kindness that touched me today. speaking about our struggles as grad students in class with classmates. our small group is all BIPOC; another latine and two arabs, one who is palestinian. we are speaking very honestly about our fears and frustrations. feeling useless. feeling scared. upset at the world and its horrors. angry at other peoples' silence. but at the same time so so full of joy and hope. i talked about being scared of being forgotten, and we continued on with our group task of creating a liberation health triangle.

professor transitioned us back to the full class and while our professor began speaking again, my Palestinian classmate--so beautiful and with the most wonderful curls--leaned close to me and whispered "I'll never forgot you." I almost didn't hear her so i whispered back, "what?", and as sweetly as the first time she said, "I'll never forget you. And I'll never forget what you said last semester. You were the first person in this entire program who spoke of your frustrations. I felt less alone."

the walk home from class was very cold, but i could not help but let myself repeat the moment in my head over and over again.

[mashmoshmoosh]

Thinking of Sevika letting Jinx rest her head (only) on her shoulder to avoid as much contact with her as possible but slowly realizes this is something Jinx only does with someone she loves and it's what she needed at one point too.........................

[road-untraveled]

I dont know if this will reach anyone who can give me some insight but I am, undoubtedly, being courted by Hermes.

I know in a lot of pagan and Hellenistic circles, this kind of thing is viewed negatively. Trust me, I have been going through an uphill battle of discerning whether or not this is me projecting or if it's legit. Given my attitude and hesitations, along with A LOT of confirmations, this is in fact happening.

Tirelessly, I have been trying to research and dig for any other experiences specifically around Hermes but there's so very little out there. If I'm being honest, it makes me want to tear my hair out lol

I can't help but think that this his way of telling me that the way we define our relationship and build it, is our own. That I shouldn't be comparing to others but for me, I want to devour every bit of information I can get my hands on. And I have some inklings why some people don't come forth to talk about their experiences, it literally sounds insane. Trust me, I have checked that I am mentally sound and not in any psychosis. This is actually the healthiest I've have felt in a while.

Yet, I'm perplexed by the lack of people who find themselves in romantic throes with the likes of Hermes. Other gods seem to have amassed larger groups and with it, comes that information and a buzz of shared experiences.

I can't help but wonder if he's more selective about who he offers this path to. Either way, I'm screaming into a pillow

[ohworm-writes]

Task Force 141 but instead of being in the military or the SAS they all work at a firehouse together and it's called Station 141. Send tweet.

[triglycercule]

if dust takes off his hood and scarf then nobody can recognize him. he has literally no permanent traits that make him recognizable (which actually kinds upsets me because,,,,, there is no physical representation of his character development from sans to dust BUT EAAHHHH whatever,,, we cope with it.) but in like a silly goofy comedic way. it's like perry the playapus ans dr doofenshirmst (incorrect spelling but only by societies standards)

dust with hood down and no scarf

killer: a sans?

he puts on the scarf

horror: a GENOCIDE sans???

the hood goes up

killer: DUST SANS AKA MURDER SANS AKA DUSTTALE SANS FROM HIT AU DUSTTALE?????

horror's skull breaks a second time on the other side from sheer shock

[skitskatdacat63]

Stop flirting....