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yandere-monoma · 1 year ago

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WHOOO KYM 2 COMMENTARY while i stall on working on kym 7

lots to discuss about a chapter literally called 'the exposition' hjgkfsg. if you didnt know, the way ao3 multichap updates works is that you dont necessarily have to title a oneshot chapter but the second you update it, you really get shown the option to title your chapters. so it didnt actually occur to me that i needed names for each one until chapter 2. i believe originally i was going to use a similar system as kyd where every chapter title was a command a la homestuck. however, i wasn't really utilizing the commands in the same way, i didn't really end the previous chapter with one and the plan for the next chapter... technically involves a command but not one i wanted to spoil via the chapter title.

the current naming system came into existence probably 3/4s of the way or more into writing this chapter, once i made the realization that the fic was, in fact, going to be at least five chapters. at this point in time, the plan was the following: the introduction, the exposition, the climax, the ending, the epilogue. this changed even more as time went on and more chapter ideas rudely crammed themselves into my brain, though it helped the structure a lot, because giving me time to fill out the space between exposition and climax made my brain happy HJSKFG

so, moving on, the fun part about chap 2 is that it really establishes the 'narration' as its own living function, something that is vaguely independent of the story rather than just a tool to present the story with, that both voices the author's and the character's thoughts depending on who is grabbing for control. this isn't an aspect i planned when outlining the fic but it's definitely influenced by 1) how much fun i had reading the epilogues and subsequent epilogue flavored fics 2) my desire to find some way to one-up the first chapter despite the topic matter not being nearly as extreme 3) the impulse to add in another experimental element to the story, especially now that the more abstract and poetic style of the first chapter was being removed

it's also incredibly fun to play with, because every time i struggled with describing something or wondered how i could transition from one point to the other, i realized - oh! i can just make the narrator state that very thing. don't know how i'm gonna build up from the end of chap 1 to the narrative goal of chap 2 (rose's mkultra moment)??? let's just get that all out in the open, then! problem SOLVED

it ended up being a hugely fun choice that allowed me to inject some humor into what's otherwise just a big ole pile o' unrelenting angst. it also helped me take myself less seriously, which lent me even more creative freedom than usual, like. GOD. it really helped turn this piece into something so rewarding, it overwhelms me. goddamnit homestuck why do you have to be so good

i just rewatched butterfly effect recently, god. back to the future i've never seen though. time references haha get it cuz his aspect is still time-

speaking of time, this chapter was the first attempt to really try and describe a zeta kid's classpect without coming out and stating it. there's a few interpretations of different phenomena's in homestuck that point out the implication of classpect powers being active before reaching god tier, or even before entering the game (though, usually in a way that is incredibly weak, premature and subtle enough to be missed by the user). one of the strongest examples that i based this chapter on was something the epilogues described: the idea that rose's obsessive writing as a child was based on her light powers feeding her vague visions of her future character arcs and plotlines. i really loved that and wanted a similar sort of plight for dave. i'll go off about what his specific title is at the end of this chapter but it's really fun poking at it now and then

the multiple narrators? seriously??? bit was me realizing i had to add a Multiple Narrators tag on ao3 after this. at this point of writing, i had no idea if i would be visiting anyone else's pov besides dave's, though.

attempt at homestuckian humor GO

™️ jokes are so funny to me for no reason

wink wink hint hint this is one of dave's powers at work, actually!! so, dave egbert actually has a perfect memory. like, there is not a single thing he's ever forgotten in his life, if he's experienced it, he can recollect that knowledge. this power also extends to the imaginary, the subconscious, and the supernatural, ie: in the event that dave experiences any visions of the future, he will retain that information. likewise, he has memories of every dream and nightmare he's ever had. which is fun because considering he's a dersite and also a time player and also dave, he has a lot of them HAHA. more on that later

The two of you had hit it off instantly despite this, like you had known each other your entire lives, like any and every other relationship that had come before it had merely been a warm-up for the monumental connection that would spark instantly between you both. ... You’re pretty convinced she’s your soulmate. If not that, you’re at least assured by the fact that you’re absolutely head over heels in love with her.

sentences i had so much fun writing knowing how badly it's going to mess dave up to learn that they're actually related HA HA

Especially at the start, Rose was mysterious and she was hilarious and she was overwhelming, the brightest thing you’ve ever had the fortune of witnessing.

get it because she's a hero of light get it she's the light of his life because shes a hero of light get it get it she's mysterious because her class mimics its opposite at the beginning of the story so everything about her pre-canon arc clings to void but she!! is bright! like light haha get i- 💥

see, reading sentences like this means i HAVE to at least write enough of their session to let dave both die and kill for his rose, like

also i need to write her killing and dying for him. well. killing for him. well.

killing.

perhaps just killing him. HAHAHA.

it is very fun to think about this because rose honestly just. does not talk about her relationship with dave much outside of mentioning that they're together. her narrative is so focused on the things that she wants the audience to focus on, so this was such a fun chapter to reveal the things she decided isn't important enough to ever let us in on.

like, she is so adamant that bro is the only important person in her life and the only person she loves, but she deeply cares about dave. she feels the same way, that they're connected in this way she can't pinpoint or name. and claiming him is exactly the right way to put it, because i don't think she knows how to acknowledge those emotions in herself, but she knows that she needs him with her always and wants him entrapped in a way where he can't get away from her.

i think rose is just incredibly attracted to what dave represents: safety, normalcy, the mundane, a reprieve from pain, but there are things about him that she just inherently gets. he's an outsider despite how much he attempts to fit in and i think there's something about that she relates to but also wants so badly to destroy and keep for herself.

also, this is a thing that belongs more in hcs than in kym specifically, especially because i imagine this taking place way earlier in their relationship, but bro absolutely knows about her relationship with dave. it isn't a secret. it's a thing that amuses him greatly. i actually imagine she shares a lot of details about him to bro, like allowing him this voyeuristic entertainment because dave isn't a threat to him, not really, and she shares every single one of her belongings with him.

in a perfectly pornographic world the two of them would spitroast the fuck out of him but this is a partially pornographic world that involves a meaningful plotline or whatever 🙄 smh

siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiigh

this part was incredibly hard to write. not because it was difficult or emotionally taxing but because i reached this unfortunate impasse i find myself at every now and then while writing a lot of darkfic where i struggle with... it's not exactly the impulse to project, necessarily, more just.... feeling forced through into inevitability of it? or maybe it's the reluctance to use personal experiences vs the knowledge that doing it can benefit your writing (but also can hamper it).

like, very hard to write about a self-destructive teenager with violent tendencies without being reminded of the time when you were a self-destructive teenager with violent tendencies.

that reluctance is born from a rant i'm definitely not gonna get into unprompted but i'll just say that it definitely complicated things HAHAHA. i've definitely gone through a 'i'm going through a psychotic break and i'm going to ramble out 7835963463 crazy things into this dm window because the person on the other side said i could' phase. i've definitely just. been insane and vomited so many words out and ngl for a second there in the final draft when i was feeling too lazy to get into Stream Of Consciousness mode i was very tempted to dig up an old vent post and copypaste those thoughts in for rose but ultimately i thought that was disingenuous and a betrayal of her character SO

a fun but unexpected surprise was rose sounding far more like herself during her drugged moments of honesty. it's especially fun because even in the future when she doesn't have access to any sort of drugs or contact with bro anymore, i don't think she'll sound this much like rose lalonde either. it's like in her desperate search to find more of her brother, she's really just found a core part of herself that she doesn't have access to in this universe

'Is there a mechanical soul within me?' there is and his name is hal hi hal

it is actually incredibly fun playing with typing quirk punctuation. it's actually a style i utilized a lot in chatroom roleplay groups yeaaaaaaaaaars after homestuck ended, very much inspired by tumblr ventblogging typing styles, crytyping and all that. the idea that someone's mental state can and should be reflected in their typing style, which is something you really only see in canon in a character like gamzee (i cant remember if other trolls drop the quirk in times of duress in canon??? i think karkat drops his as a joke about volume sometimes but that's it). i don't even know if it even really comes across as blatantly as it feels when i write it, but it's so fun to see the consistencies in a way a character types slowly but surely fall apart as they grow unstable

so the way this is designed, it's as if rose had a moment of finally being in touch with the core of herself, with what ultimately makes her rose (complete with proper punctuation), before slowly but surely lapsing back into ro-stri as she loses her punctuation piece by piece, and then ultimately devolving even more as she abandons her capitalization to type in a way that's reminiscent of dave but, more importantly, bro's typing quirk

'I think there are lives inside me/the life inside me is his' is so funny to look at in hindsight. this chapter was halfway finished before the pregnancy plot had even come into being, and this was only ever supposed to be a reference to the identity blurring she's experiencing, and this half-truth, half-delusion about being able to sense everything lil cal has injected into her and her brother. it is so STRANGE to reread it now knowing that it's become foreshadowing to her pregnancy, especially with that next sentiment following it:

'Sometimes I wish it was yours'. again, that idea of being soulmates, being connected with someone permanently. and, again, that idea of codependency, and rose being unable to express or understand love without that need to merge herself with the object of her affection. and again this was befORE the pregnancy plot was a thing so now every time i read this line i sit here hoping people dont interpret it as rose wanting dave's baby HGJFKGSGSG i swear im not into breeding i sWEAR

🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺😭😭😭😭😭😭

DAVE IS SO CUTE I ALWAYS DIE REREADING THAT PART HE'S SO CUUUTE

also i struggle so SO much writing comfort scenes especially dialogue meant to comfort someone but this came out so easily. perhaps because it's a futile attempt and i didn't have to worry about the recipient of that comfort actually feeling soothed...? hmmm!

i have nothing to add to the romantic cannibalism confession besides :3c

i don't actually reread this chapter all that often anymore so finding this paragraph was lovely damn shoutout to this sentence that made me choke on my water as i was reading it cuz i was so distracted by how much i didnt remember writing this that i forgot to swallow and my drink just slid down into my lugnshjskdfg

then it is a series of letters in a language you wonder if she’s made up, that is somehow so cohesive in its chaos that you start to doubt even that.

more horrorterror references as if the literal last paragraph wasn't enough HAHA

a very fun part of designing and outlining the killswitch au is deciding who gets what plotline. for example, does rose strider get to go grimdark because she's rose? or does jade lalonde get to go grimdark because she's the lalonde with library access to the grimoire? unlike the characterization formula, there isn't an easy answer to this one. i'm mostly just going with what's more fun narratively and what makes a better and more cohesive storyline for the verse.

either way, though, ro-stri still has a connection with the horrorterrors, simply because she's a dersite and because i love a character that is so utterly doomed that every evil force on the face of the planet wants to take a turn on them. what's better than this... getting psychologically gangbanged by every demon in existence...

DID YOU KNOW I AM SO VERY FOND OF DAVE EGBERT AND HIS LOVELY PAPA WHO LOVES HIM SO MUCH

i am also so very fond of a dave egbert who cries alone in front of his computer cuz his girlfriend makes him so very sad every night like poor baby does Not Sleep and its so cute gjkgs

'its just prose' annoys the shit out of me to see because i wrote a similar line in a published piece of writing a couple of years ago so i can't reread this without being reminded of That hgjfkg

i will never write a strider rap i have the highest respect for any author who can but it'll never be me

their dynamic kills me HJKGFGKGS peak toxic romance right here god i wish i could write even more of it... i need to write more daverose so fucking bad....

a fun line because 1) i rly enjoy dave's half-forced half-genuine emotional voyeurism it's just a rly interesting aspect of his personality to write and 2) it's fun to have a moment with dave e's specific brand of humor since it's not as long-winded as a strider's would be

i rly forgot so much of this chapter HGFKGSGS oh dave... i love you... i love writing you so much...

stream-of-consciousness style writing is really fun like you get taken to so many unexpected places in the process. generally when i go SoC style i tend to have a few goals i want to land and this image, dave watching over rose in derse, was one of the big ones

ALSO THE IRONY OF DAVE CALLING HIMSELF HER PRINCE WHEN SHE IS ACTUALLY THE PRINCE OF THE SESSION HEHEHEHEHE

the lil cal staring contest is also another big one. it's just such a fun image to allude to like goddamnit i wish i could draw. it feels like an image that i can't even really describe properly what i want it to mean because it explains itself and there's not much minutia to pry free, it's just. them. rose inexplicably and perpetually being drowned in this cancerous evil at a rate that not even dave strider got to experience.

lmfao shout out to me explaining his memory power earlier forgetting that i explain it in the chapter HJSKFG

oh well NOW I GET TO ACTUALLY DISCUSS HIS CLASSPECT

so dave egbert issssss....

🥁 [drumroll] 🥁

the MAGE OF TIME!!!!

and changing classpects actually did something incredibly interesting to the story. killswitch never would have worked as a simple homestuck rewrite, because i dont think swapping the guardians is something that can ever be simple. so it didnt make sense to keep their classpects exactly the same, because they wouldn't have the same personalities or the same backgrounds to craft those personalities, or the same issues that were born of their uniquely shitty backgrounds. it also didnt feel as easy as making rose a knight of light and dave an heir of time, etc etc. like, while rose is not insecure in the classic way that knights should be (it can be argued that the 'i am my brother' facade can count towards knighthood... but her role in the story and what it will turn into once she joins the game definitely brands her a prince through and through)

through researching for killswitch i ended up coming to this conclusion about sburb and how i approach classpect and hs narratives in general:

and because of that, it was super easy to reassign everyone based on what they've been turned into through the switch in their roles.

it also made for another easy characterization formula: their aspect represents their 'nature' while their class represents their 'nurture'. so all the zeta kids still belong to the same aspect while their class changes rapidly, though how close or how far it is from their original class really depends on their character

anyway, mage of time is an incredibly fun role that actually breaks the rewrite narrative almost more than rose's classpect does. as the mage of time, dave actually steals the cryptic psychic role from jade and john harley (though, i do have thoughts on that matter, because there is still going to be a benefit for them from having access to prospit, and that plotline will still be involved in some capacity... probably).

and it's a very fun, partially accidental discovery within the au that the zeta kids are all... just a tad more prepared to enter sburb than their predecessors. rose is completely aware of the fact that she's training for something specific and dave... dave knows that the game is coming. he doesn't know the specifics, he doesn't know that it's sburb specifically that will bring them all together, but he knows there's an it, he knows the day he'll meet all his friends in person will be a day for the history books, and he knows that rose is in danger and that he'll be able to help her in a way no one else can.

some mage of time thoughts, many of which inspired and/or describe dave egbert's storyline:

source

the above was probably one of the first interpretations i read and really what solidified him as a mage, my initial thoughts to his classpect and how it interacts with rose's was the following:

and it's just so fun GOD rly hope i get to write in his perspective more in the future

haha yeah if we ever get to it yEAH if i ever get off my ass and actually finish writing this wholeass au which i nEVER WILL CUZ I DONT WANNA WRITE 500K WORDS GODDDD IM NEVER WRITING A HOMESTUCK AU AGAAAAIINNNN

#fic: kill your masters #director's commentary #meta #verse: killswitch #rose strider #dave egbert

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isleofair · 1 year ago

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For the ask game

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Whooo, thank you so much for the ask!!! 😍😍😍

🍍 What kind of AUs do you like? Are there any AUs you hate or just generally have beef with?

I love canon divergence, especially the ones where the difference is subtle or stems from one single thing that altered the timeline. I also like fantasy or medieval or other similar AUs, and Star Trek AUs.

I really dislike Omegaverse (and I guess I have beef with it because if I forget to filter for it, I sometimes find a really intriguing summary... and then I see the tag when I'm about to click on the fic and get disappointed, lol 😅)

🍑 If you could make a connection between your favorite character and another work you care about (whether a crossover/fusion or a wonderfully “pretentious” literary reference) what would it be? How would it work?

Oh, wow. Mhhh. I often talk with nicoroni about how we want to put Nathan and Keith in ALL the love stories in the world, but if I had to pick one I really care about...

I'd probably stick Nathan and Keith in my favorite movie, Your Name. The way that story deals with human connection, and differences, and the determination to save something precious in defiance of seemingly impossible odds... It's gorgeous, and I think it would fit the characters so well.

🍉 Do you prefer to write short fics or long fics? Multichaptered works or single ones? Why?

I've been writing a lot of shorter fics for the Year of the OTP challenge, but my preference is definitely for writing longer fics. I love staying immersed in the world and mood of the story, I love having room to develop the relationship/characters/plot, and my longest stories are by far my favorites.

As for chapters, now that I've finally learned how to use them (hello, single-chaptered 72k story, fancy meeting you here 🤦), I love them, because they allow me POV changes, and also breaks/pauses in the structure if the story needs them. But of course, not all stories need those two things, and I'm happy to write single-chaptered fics if that's what they're better as.

#ask game #writing

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queenofmoons67 · 2 years ago

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Prompt Guidelines: Updated!

Whooo finally sat down to write this out! Ok everyone, it has been <checks old post> two and a half years since I wrote out my original guidelines. In that time, I've learned a lot about how I handle prompts and how other people handle them, and it's time for a few changes. They're good ones though! (And they're small, most things are staying the same.)

So! The new guidelines:

My prompts are open.

This will probably never change. I like seeing new prompts come in, because it a, lets me know what people want at any given time, and b, can hit me with a spark of inspiration when I need it the most.

What prompts can you ask?

The fandom most of my followers probably belong to is MDZS. But I've been writing fanfic a long time (more than a decade!) and I have written in a lot of fandoms. Some of the more significant ones are:

Tiger and Bunny, BNHA, AkaYona, Daiya no Ace, Alex Rider, BBC Musketeers, Warrior Cats, Merlin, Castlevania, The Hardy Boys, ATLA

You can also browse my AO3 (linked in my header) or just ask if I'll write for a fandom.

In terms of types of prompts, I take all kinds!

Want to put a certain character in a certain situation? Alternate universe? Favorite trope? Ask away!

Know a character or relationship but aren't sure of the situation? Check out my tag "prompts open"; there are quite a few ask lists in there, and it's where I'll put new ones. (Just please give the actual prompt, and not a number or anything; I've reblogged so many it's hard to tell sometimes, lol).

Just remember, if you give me two (or more) characters to work off of, let me know if you want them to be platonic or romantic!

That's about it for prompt types. The rest of this post is some housekeeping explanations and general rules.

I do have a backlog of prompts.

When I first started taking prompts, I said I would let people know privately if I wasn't interested in them. That... never really happened. The truth is, I like keeping prompts around, even if they don't spark something in the moment, because they might spark something later. If I'm searching for inspiration, those waiting prompts are the perfect place to start.

However, because of how writing works, some prompts will take longer than others to answer.

Please be patient, and if you really want me to write something and I haven't answered your prompt, feel free to send in a different one! That might spark something when the other one didn't. Also, I might just answer both your prompts eventually.

I have written multiple prompts for people in the past, and I don't mind it one bit: Those people are like my regulars! I'm happy to see them (or you) come back and ask for more.

Hm... I think that's it for housekeeping, so moving on to general rules:

I will not write anything explicit except if you tell me it's ok. I don't know what your boundaries are unless you tell me, and I never want to cross them in a fic you prompted. However, this rule is generally for things like gore and violence. And boundaries go both ways:

I reserve the right to refuse a prompt if it makes me uncomfortable. My hard no is sex (pretty much anything rated over T). Otherwise, though, it just depends on where the chips fall (what kind of prompt it is, if it's a ship I don't like, etc). It's not a reflection of you, it's my own squicks and dislikes, so:

If in doubt, just ask! The worst that happens is I say no and you try again.

That's all folks!

Thank you for reading, and thank you in advance for the prompts! I can’t wait to fill them!

P.S. To find any filled prompts, you can browse my tumblr page, or go directly to the “Tumblr Prompt / Ask Box Fill” series on my AO3 (linked in my header).

#prompts open #guidelines #queen’s post

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hummingbird-games · 2 years ago

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DEV DIARIES

March 10, 2023

I started a new hobby! Drawing! I joked with my sibling (a legit artist) that if I start learning right now with my gifted sketchbook and borrowed “How to Draw” books, I’ll be able to create the art for HBG in about ooo 8-9 years 🤪

I braided my own hair for the first time?? With color for the first time (pink ombre)??? And it turned out nice??????

And I posted another (meme-y) Tiky-Toky, and if you follow and wonder why I’m not advertising my own games, cool because same here!! But if you’re easily amused like me, maybe seeing my goofy personality will convince new players to try HSDJY and Crushed...?

Crushed Updates

Beautiful people, progress is being made! I unfortunately don’t have a better release date other than “Summer 2023″ right now because I still need the rest of the sprites, and I’m rewriting chunks either because I have new insight on characters, or a better way to articulate something, or I’m broke and have let Scope Creep whisper in my ear 😂

Currently working my day job and budgeting my butt off so we can commission the rest of the art. Speaking of, I finally finalized the references for the rest of the characters! (Outfits are so hard. Outfits for guys are so. Hard. 😭) So now my artist will know how everyone else is supposed to look, whooo!

I’ll continue to share screens when I can, and post responses to ask games, tagged with #crushedvn so you can follow along. Sundays are our usual day, but I want to post things on Tuesday too since that’s the day for the #AmareTeaBreak on the bird app and it would be nice to have a prompt to follow over here.

Okie, gonna play some more Wylde Flowers now! Have a good weekend y’all🥰

- Gemini

#gamedev #crushed vn #updates and rambles #also forgot to mention: side blog is up!#there's an intro post up #but no reviews yet #(either belle automata or wylde flowers will go up first)#and we'll ramble on from there lol #so if you miss my reviews/commentary/random nonesense #it will be over there

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m1ckeyb3rry · 4 months ago

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FR i love reading platonic and familial relationships too so perfect match LMAOO

Naoya is THE opp im glad to see most people also hate him too but he somehow still has a sizable fan base in the east shdgsjs

NOO PI GIRLIES GETTING HATE?? Elakshi too?? Damn wtf….whatd they even do like?? Also Elakshi also like….definitely not spotlighted as much as other characters and even Tullia?? so I’m like bro what’s there to hate??? I loved the moments where we saw her and the extra drama and story she added but I can’t even think of a specific moment where people can go and attack her for like?? Also is it really that deep SGSHS I can understand like hate comments if a story is specifically setting up a character to be a villain or someone disliked (Naoya’s a good example LMAO) but it rubs me the wrong way when I see blatant hate for OCs or even just side characters like…I mean constructive criticism is one thing but straight up hate….

I love the balance between goofy and serious with y/n and todo’s friendship!!! Honestly a very different approach to him than I’ve seen in other works and it makes me appreciate todo a lot more LMAO

I can totally see gojo as a swiftie I imagine he sings really loudly in the car with Ijichi driving LMAOOO

No because Naoya will always be an opp I seriously can’t see him as anything other than ew

Bro I’m not getting over Tullia getting sliced?? Shibuya chapter hit me hard HAGSH

ME CRYING AT THE PHOTO ALBUM

BEST FRIENDS BROTHER I WILL BE AWAITING THAT I cant wait to return to the goofy ball kicking boys

I actually laughed so hard reading I Leave You THEYRE SO DUMB LMFAOOOO

WAIT LMAOOO YUKI AND MRS L/N MOOTS SO TRUE stop that actually would be so true honestly i can kinda see some similarities between yuki and yuta now that I put them side by side so makes sense that pi y/n would probably go for yuki LOL (bonus points if she meets him via her mom) (also noted about the tags i lowk forgot that’s how they worked LMAO also forgot the search feature within accounts exists as you can tell I really don’t use tumblr for anything other than straight reading LOL)

-Karasu anon

i think adding platonic and familial relationships makes a work/character feel much more well-rounded!! sometimes if you write something longer it can feel one-dimensional or fall flat without those other relationships being explored. given pi’s immense word count it would’ve (to me) felt v awkward of the whole thing was y/n + yuta centered only!!

NAOYA THE OPP OF ALL TIME i have mutuals who like him too and i won’t deny that he does have a pretty character design but like…there’s just so many characters in jjk who are pretty and have better personalities 😭 he’s lowkey kinda funny sometimes just because of how outrageous he is and i think he would be fun to write in a very specific way (his dynamic w y/n in pi is super interesting to me actually because there’s a lot of really weird layers there) but not at all in an actually romantic one…more of a toxic character study or smth like that perhaps. but i fear i will not be the one for that!!

LMAOOOO I DON’T GET IT EITHER apparently the scene during the exchange event where she beats y/n and tullia is 10 ten anime villain moments FKFDJJS let’s ignore how everyone would’ve eaten it up if it was y/n outsmarting people…the truth is that a) y/n got cocky in that fight and b) it was meant to set up how she loses a bit of reason when it comes to the safety of her friends (explaining her going to sukuna in shibuya/‘killing’ herself in shinjuku) but whatever…fuck elakshi ig 😭 all of them hating on the woc immigrant character FAKE ASF LMAOAO /j she’s not meant to be entirely lovable ofc but idk some of those comments are crazy 😨 someone commented “this fic would be perfect if it didn’t have OCs” or smth like that which is what prompted that post where i was complaining that you mentioned in your v first ask/karasu request HAHAHA I WAS TAKEN ABACK LIKE WHOOO COMMENTS THAT ON A FIC?? what do you want me to do at this point too like that’s not even constructive criticism that’s just someone being annoying!! go read smth else tf 😭

YESS pi has converted so many to todoism honestly he seems like a fun guy plus he canonically has really good hygiene and smells nice so tbh bf material?? yeah he’s kinda weird but ykw it’s workable 😫

tullia getting sliced is one of the most diabolical scenes i think esp because there’s so many moments where you’re like “wait she COULD make it” and you experience all of these ups and downs w y/n and at the end it doesn’t matter because she does anyways. UGHH the moment when the l/ns refuse to heal her…haha i think one of the author’s notes on peregrine is literally “l/n slander is always welcome iykyk” and it’s because l/n clan slander was a HUGE thing on this blog back when pomegranate ink was coming out HAHAHA they truly are so villainous

bro i went to do the otoya version of bfb first because i was like “ok smth quick and easy and then i can put my authorussy into the karasu version” except now it’s over 10k words and they’re still not together yet 😭😭😭 i was hoping to post tn but we’ll see how long it takes me to finish 😫 i’m super excited for the karasu version though hehe not even going to attempt predicting how long it’ll be because ik i’ll be wrong but it’s going to be a good blend of cute and a bit angsty (def more serious than freaky friday or fwtkac but not ANGSTY angsty yk!! more like karasu having a mediocrity complex like usual)

YUKI AND MRS L/N BEING MODEL BESTIES IS SUCH A FUNNY THOUGHT TO ME LMAOAOA no because real shit yuki is the yuta of bllk TO ME (even though yuta and isagi look rlly similar) 😩 i think he and pi y/n would actually be so cute together (plus imagine if her and her mother showed up to u20 vs bllk LMAOO you KNOW otoya and karasu would be FIENDING like chigiri’s sister is bad enough but famous model mrs l/n and her gorgeous daughter in the audience?? they’re done for 😭)

tumblr is so confusing don’t worry i’m still figuring shit out and i’ve been using the app (albeit very inconsistently) since 2021…tbh i think my tumblr usage finally became consistent since i got into bllk HAHAHA like before i only followed a couple accounts and only really got on to reblog fanart, post fic updates, and answer asks whereas now i’m a bit better abt following more people (i have a horrible ratio though LDJDJSJSK 60 following vs 850 followers 😓 i’m working on it because i love having an active dash) and interacting w others. truly tumblr is what you make of it ime like if you try to be friends then people will be friendly back but if you just want to lurk and read/enjoy other people’s posts then no one is mad about that!! it’s honestly a rlly fun form of social media to me (plus i like that you can easily choose not to see stuff you don’t want to). that said some of the functions are goofy so it’s easy to be confused HAHA

#answered asks #pomegranate ink

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ao3feed-puckurt · 2 years ago

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leave my heart out of this

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/bq8H629

by Moriarty4life

"This scene feels like what I once saw on a screen. I searched 'aurora borealis green.' I've never seen someone lit from within, blurring out my periphery."

~Snow on the Beach, Taylor Swift ft. Lana Del Ray

"It's just a stupid crush. That's all."

Kurt has never been good at admitting his sexuality. Hence the reason he's trying to write off his feelings for his best friend, Blaine Anderson. That's until Sebastian Smythe comes crashing into his life and changes everything-because it's well known that the heart's decisions are never permanent.

Prompt from @stberrylane

Words: 5312, Chapters: 2/13, Language: English

Fandoms: Glee

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M, Other

Characters: Kurt Hummel, Sebastian Smythe, Blaine Anderson, Mercedes Jones, Santana Lopez, Quinn Fabray, Brittany S. Pierce, Artie Abrams, Finn Hudson, Sam Evans (Glee), Rachel Berry, Jeremiah (Glee)

Relationships: Kurt Hummel/Sebastian Smythe, Blaine Anderson & Kurt Hummel, Kurt Hummel & Sebastian Smythe, Rachel Berry/Finn Hudson, Santana Lopez/Brittany S. Pierce, Mercedes Jones & Kurt Hummel & Quinn Fabray & Santana Lopez & Brittany S. Pierce & Tina Cohen-Chang, Blaine Anderson/Jeremiah

Additional Tags: Kurtbastian prompt, simping, Secret Admirer, Kurt is confused, Blaine is a bi boi, Kurt loves two or one, Sebastian is a good friend, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Dancing and Singing, Piano, Fluff and Angst, Sorta a slow burn, whooo knowws, sorta canon sorta not, sebby loves kurt, these people drink too much coffee, kurt and blaine and seb are all swifties, its true, taylor swift lyrics are chapter titles

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/bq8H629

#fanfic #kurtbastian #glee

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mimiri22-6 · 2 years ago

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I just had a slightly terrifying very angsty thought;

What if Bruce was killed in public while in Brucie persona

Like, I Know that's just impossible, but Somehow someone crashes a gala or assassinates him during a public outing or like during a speech right after a big battle has already happened and he's Tired. The last one seems like it has a Chance of happening.

Gotham Loves their prince in his tower. Their Brucie Boy. The citizens would be distraught. The Waynes, back together, but at what cost? He's with his parents, but now all his children are orphans, again. If he was killed in a large crowd, there's a mob after who pulled the trigger. If none of the kids are around, some stay by his side to try and help, but ultimately...

His family would be-gosh-broken(? I haven't read any stories where he dies so I'm not actually sure how the family reacts in cannon), definitely angry and loosing sleep looking for the killer, Jason definitely has his guns ready and loaded for the bastard's skull. Damien. Damien hasn't lost family like this, let alone his Father. Who seems so impossible to kill, but dying. Dying like his grandparents did, too. Just-so many parallels with baby Bruce and Damien in this situation, maybe he was even there, also tired from fighting the good fight, but...Alfred is-Alfred has lost 2 house masters, all these kids have died at least once, but not Bruce. This time it's his-Master Bruce can't tell him to stay in the mansion. He's taking a shotgun and going with Jason. None of the kids have seen Al like this. Unbound by Bruce's house rules, Bruce wasn't keeping Alfred safe, he was keeping the world safe from Alfred. I'm not well versed in Cass, Steph, Tim, and *reads smudged ink*sunray boy w actual powers, but at the least Cass is Pissed, someone that understood her needs and took care of her and taught her, gone. And it was Bruce. Whoever did this, is never seeing the light of day again. And Dick...the first rob, Nightwing, the oldest, the one that's seen the most of it only outshown by Al. He......

And the villains of Gotham? Mmmmhm. Some are just like every other Gothamite and wouldn't Dream of laying a hand on Brucie Baby(what kind of scum goes after Brucie Wayne?! LET ME OUT-I'LL FIND THEM MYSELF-), some know his identity as Batman and with them, some even respect him considering they get their ass kicked. And of course the ones that don't care about another billionaire dying. Actually, I have the villains more thought out than like anything else (I like bad guys, sue me)

Mr Freeze-Bruce helped take care of his wife. He's not ok with this death and...maybe he can experiment on bringing the 'ice lad back to life

Bane-uhhh I'm not sure on this. He knows his identity, he has some respect for him?? (I'm gonna admit it's been a while since I've rotated Bane in my mind) Maybe not, he broke his back pretty good once and the whole I was born in the shadows you merely adopted it? Is that just a movie thing? More shadows for Bane?? More lonely in the shadows??

(wow I instantly lost steam when I started this villain section -n-)

Harvey-Now this is the one I've thought the most on(because Angst). Harvey Dent is Horrified and Angry. That was Bruce Wayne! That was His Friend! That was BRUCIE WAYNE! He's breaking out and flipping a coin to either go to a funeral or finding the bastard that did it. Maybe Both.

Joker-oh joker. Oh John Doe-eyed-for-your-nemisis clown prince. Sometimes he knows his favorite person under the mask and sometimes he doesn't. It really depends on his mood. If he doesn't know he doesn't care. Brucie Boy's number 1, would he ever target the other prince?(has he?)would he care if someone else did? Don'know. Maybe he figures it out through the absence of Bats in the weeks following and he goes to the bitch that ended his fun. Maybe he does know and is already on their doorstep, gas and c4 ready. Really? Idk. It's Joker, Have Fun With It

Anyway, where's the fic?(and if someone makes it or finds it can I pleaseeee be @ 🙏)

Omg this was supposed to be short, but I went back and added more ADD rambling to it. This took too long to write😴

😴😳 MAYBE SOMEONE EVEN SPILLS TGE BEAMS ON HIS IDENTITIES! ACCIDENT OR OTHERWISE!😳😑😴

#dc batman #brucie wayne #gothamites #gotham #bruce wayne #of course he comes back eventually. but still. most of the fic in mind is the Gothamites being pissed off and sad about their prince #uuuuhhhhhhhhh #other character tags whooo?????#no thank #i spent like 40 min on this #i just wanna see gotham sob over bruce in prince of gotham mode more

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first-and-last-neocount · 2 years ago

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Whumptober Day 16

Whooo boy, I’ve been looking forward to getting to this one. >:3

Rejoining Jenseny on her journey, we get to see what happens when you push the daughter of Gerald Tarrant and Damien Vryce just a little bit too far - and, also, a glimpse of the real reason behind some of Jen’s lingering trauma.

Don’t worry, the character death tag isn’t there for Jen. No prizes for guessing who it is there for. XD

Day 16 - Theme Chosen: No One’s Coming

Determination alone, unfortunately, had not opened the locks on the door.

After making another, much more methodical sweep of the room, Jenseny had narrowed down her genuine options. They were still severely limited, but they did exist - now that she had shaken some of the fog of terror from her thoughts, and looked at the circumstances with clearer eyes.

A repeat of her earlier endeavour was absolutely out of the question. Not only had it been a spectacular failure, but it would now be anticipated, far too easy to counter; after all, one of those creatures could be sitting in the hallway on twenty-four hour guard, and Jenseny wouldn’t know until she tripped over it. Attacking one of the servants that entered the room with food was useless, as even if she managed to overpower one of them and take them hostage, Andrys didn’t seem the type to give a damn about their lives enough to even negotiate.

One option would be to wait until Andrys came to remove her from the room. Given his comments when they had spoken before, he clearly had plans for Jenseny, and the barrenness of the room she was being held in led Jenseny to believe that those plans would have to be enacted elsewhere - this was no ritual room, but simply a convenient place to keep her, where she couldn’t do much damage before Andrys was ready to carry out whatever his nefarious plan might be. The trouble with that plan was that Jenseny had no idea where he would be taking her, or what precautions he might have in place; if he came with a guard of the invisible beasts, and took her to some dungeon…

This was, after all, the original Merentha castle. Even if Damien had tried very hard to keep some of the darker truths about her adoptive parents out of conversation, Jenseny knew perfectly well what lay in the subterranean workroom below. Although part of her was darkly curious, wondering how much power still lingered at the sight of Gerald’s long-ago Sacrifice, she didn’t want to be within a hundred miles of that room while Andrys Tarrant was under the same roof.

The only other weak point in the room was still the window. Jenseny had examined it more closely, and with her mind clear and focused, had finally noticed what she should have seen at first glance; there were no Ward anchors visible. No symbols had been carved into the frame, no runestones used as focal points of power. That told Jenseny something critically important.

Wards required an anchor to keep them going. Most Workers used physical anchors, like carving or small objects, to tether the power to - it made the Wards easier to sustain, as enough power could be stored in the anchoring object to feed them for years, and enabled the Warded object to be sold to others for a hefty price. However, it also created a vulnerability, as the destruction of the anchor would also destroy the Warding itself.

For a Ward that could not be so easily dismantled, a sorcerer could choose a different route, and bind the Ward to themselves. This would create a minor but constant power draw, hindering any other Workings that the sorcerer might want to pursue, and could not simply be passed on to someone else. However, there was one distinct advantage - the resulting Ward could not be destroyed so long as the sorcerer was alive and maintaining it. Unless the sorcerer released the power willingly, only their death would break the Warding.

Jenseny had gotten a good enough look out the window to see that the castle walls were covered in a thick layer of thriving alterivy vines; if she could get the window open, she could absolutely navigate her way down the walls and make a break for freedom.

First, though, she would have to become a murderer.

Aren’t you one already? A terribly familiar voice in her mind whispered to her. You killed the Prince. He might have deserved it, but you still killed him. And you killed that burglar too; the bees might have done the deed, but you made it happen, and everyone knows it. You’re already a killer, Jen. It’s time to face the truth.

Night after night, for years, the shade of Calesta had appeared in Jenseny’s nightmares. Over and over again the demon had taunted her, mocking her weakness and claiming that she was afraid of herself. Damien and Gerald had both tried to comfort Jenseny after those nightmares, telling her that it was only a manifestation of her trauma, the Church’s poisonous rhetoric against adepts manifesting in her mind as a deep-rooted fear that she was dangerous to those she loved. Even Riven, holding her as she shook in the dead of night, had tried to soothe away those fears; telling her that she wasn’t to blame for all that she had lost, that it wasn’t her fault that her mother, her birth father, even Hesseth had died.

Jenseny had tried to take what comfort she could from their loving reassurances, but there was a shard of ice buried deep in her heart that no such warmth could ever reach - because, in the darkest depths of her soul, she knew the truth.

That mocking echo of Calesta was right.

“Oh, you know what you are, that’s true - and that’s the thing that scares you most of all.”

Jenseny was always afraid. Her fear had dogged her steps for nearly fifteen years, lapping at her heels with every breath and rising to drown her in her dreams - but the part that no one had ever understood was that it wasn’t fear of Calesta, or the Prince, or the Church, or the rakh. None of the things that had hurt Jenseny Kierstaad in her tragedy-ridden life was the thing that kept Jenseny Tarrant lying sleepless through the night, her heart pounding like a snare drum as she stared out into the darkness, watching the flickering violet tendrils of the dark fae where they coiled in the shadows.

That fear, all-consuming and ungovernable, had been born on the night of the Undying Prince’s destruction - the night that a frightened little girl on the brink of death had reached out for comfort, and found solace in the unlikeliest place.

It shouldn’t have felt so right.

When Jenseny had touched the Hunter’s power, in that precarious moment between life and death, she hadn’t recoiled. Any sane human would have; Gerald’s power was so dark, so hungry, so inherently corrupting that its mere presence was enough to send most fae-sensitives into spasms of terror. In that moment, though, Jenseny had touched the chill of death - and instead of pulling away, she had wrapped herself in it, soothing the searing pain of life with the icy touch of eternity.

Perhaps that choice had been enough to change her forever. Perhaps it had simply awoken something that already slept in her soul, but had gone unnoticed up to that point in her young life. Either way, the result was the same; when Jenseny awoke, Healed and safe, she had immediately recognised that she was marked. Not just by the thick line of scar tissue that crossed the front of her throat, but by a shard of power - cold and dark as a dying galaxy - lodged deep in her spirit, in the wellspring of power where her connection to the fae arose.

A fragment of a shadow, it was quiet, elusive… but it hungered.

Jenseny had spent more than a decade trying to repress it. At first, she had been terrified that Damien or Gerald would sense it - would see that there was something broken inside her, and regret their decision to take her in, to become her fathers. After they settled in Sheva, as time went by, Jenseny slowly realised that it wasn’t going to happen. For whatever reason, her parents remained utterly blind to the dark and twisted thing that nestled in the heart of their new daughter - and with her fear of discovery diminishing, Jenseny shifted her focus to repression. She forced that little shard down, deeper, wrapping it in chains of willpower and burying it beneath a mound of guilt and sorrow; she entombed it so deeply that even her dreams could only acknowledge it in riddles and metaphors, her own mind no longer willing to name the thing that haunted her. Over time, the fragment’s inner voice had grown quieter, the resonant snarl of hunger turning muted and morphing into other sounds - the dry rasp of self-loathing, the low sob of grief, the rough whisper of regret. For a while, Jenseny had even let herself believe that the battle was over, that she had won.

Now, she felt it writhing inside her.

Her dire present circumstances had overtaxed her, demanding too much of her focus and emotional strength. With her attention shifting wholly to her own survival, her hold on the chains had slackened for the first time in many, many years - and the shard knew it. She could feel its chill spreading inside her chest at that very moment, could hear its voice ringing through her mind.

A killer then, a killer now - what does it matter? You have nothing left to lose, and everything to gain. More blood on your hands won’t make a difference… No one’s coming to save you. Your survival is what matters now. This is how you ensure that. Besides, do you really think Riven could love you any less, if he knows that you have claws to match his own?

With shaking hands, Jenseny reached up and unclasped the necklace that hung around her neck - the only item, besides her clothes, that had remained on her person. She looked down at it, resting in her cupped hands, and let herself really see it.

A bee.

A bauble of coloured glass, shaped in the image of the creature she’d once wielded as a murder weapon. A gift from her lover, who was moved to give her beautiful trinkets in the same breath as he thought of how she’d once killed a man.

This. This is the true reason why you were drawn to Riven. Because deep down, you knew you couldn’t keep lying forever - and you knew he’d still want you, when you embraced your truth.

He’s a killer.

So are you.

Her fingers moved, almost of their own accord. Slipping the blown-glass bee from its delicate chain, Jenseny tucked the pendant into the pocket of her tunic. She had Worked the necklace to be unbreakable the moment that Riven had handed it to her, and that Working was still in effect; though the room was devoid of fae, the power for that protection was bound into the necklace itself, sustaining its protection even now that there was no external power available.

She wound the chain around her fingers, watching the subtle shimmer of fae-light from that very Working dance along the links.

After all, she hadn’t wanted the chain to break either.

I can’t count on this either, though, she thought distantly. I don’t even know who Warded that window, or if I’ll ever get a chance to confront them-

The door locks rattled.

Jenseny sat bolt upright, the chain disappearing instantly up her sleeve, wrapped around her wrist and tucked neatly out of sight. Andrys stepped into the room, and Jenseny felt a chill run up her spine; her captor exuded a manic energy that put her instantly on edge, his green eyes too bright and gleeful as he grinned at her.

“Congratulations, Mes Kierstaad - tonight, you get to leave this room. It’s time.”

Jenseny’s heart missed a beat.

Vulking hell. No - keep him talking, stall, buy yourself time to think-

“Is that so,” she said, coolly, not moving from her spot on the couch. “And where exactly will we be going?”

Andrys actually chuckled. With the firelight dancing over his golden hair and chiselled features, he might have been quite handsome, if not for the deranged gleam in his eyes.

“As if I’d spoil the surprise. Now, are you going to behave yourself, or do I need to drug you again?”

Jenseny smiled thinly.

“Well, I would so hate to cause you any undue trouble,” she said, unable to keep the bite of sarcasm out of her voice.

“Oh, you’ve caused me plenty of trouble already, Mes Kierstaad,” Andrys huffed. His tone gained a note of petulance, as though it was deeply inconsiderate of her to not have facilitated her own kidnapping. “Do you have any idea how long it took me to Ward that window properly? Granted, it’s a long way down to the ground, but I know one can never be too careful with you adept types…”

Andrys carried on, lamenting how long it had taken him to learn the necessary skill and that it was a pity that one couldn’t ever truly trust one’s staff these days, but Jenseny didn’t hear the rest of his words. They were drowned out by the shouting of her own thoughts, amplified by the stunning realisation that had just slammed into her.

He Warded the window himself!

The man who had keyed the wards, the one whose death would break them, was in the room with her.

Riven will only love you more. Dad and Papa never need to know that you wanted to hurt him - they’ll only see it as another case of self defence.

Do you want to go home and see your family again?

Do it.

Do it now.

KILL HIM.

Andrys had wandered closer to the fireplace, absorbed in his own monologue, and was facing almost completely away from Jenseny as he spoke. Jenseny flexed her wrist, let the chain slide down to wrap around her fingers again, and lunged.

Andrys half-turned as the sudden movement caught his eye, and Jenseny saw the shock bloom across his face - a split second before she slammed into him with the entire force of her momentum and bodyweight. Andrys was thrown back, and his head hit the marble fireplace mantle with a sickening crack. He crumpled to the ground with a sharp cry, his green eyes glazed with pain and confusion; he started to move, pulling his arms in to push himself up, but Jenseny shoved him back down.

Jenseny let her brain shut off entirely, instinct driving her as, for the first time, she let the darkness inside her have free reign. She watched as if it were a stranger who straddled Andrys’s chest, knees pinning his arms to his sides, holding him motionless. The silver chain felt cool and soothing between her fingers as she shook it out, slid it deftly under the back of Andrys’s neck, then crossed the ends across his throat; then, wrapping the ends of the chain around her fingers for a secure grip with each hand, she began to pull.

The young Neocount’s eyes had slipped half-shut from the force of his head injury, but they flew open now, raw panic shining in them. He thrashed under her, but his struggles were already weak, and Jenseny’s weight was too much for him to overcome without leverage. He gaped up at her, and Jenseny revelled in the terror on his face, the absolute reversal of power as she held his life quite literally in her hands.

“I warned you that you didn’t know who you were dealing with, Andrys Tarrant,” she said, and a horrible, choked noise escape Andrys’s throat. His face was already turning red, and she surveyed his twisted features dispassionately, the normally striking resemblance to her Papa nearly erased by the indignity of his suffering. “Do you want to know my real name? The one that would have told you exactly how fucked you were from the moment you decided to kidnap me?”

Another ugly, rasping cry, quickly cut off by lack of air. Jenseny could see the fine silver chain biting deep into the pale flesh of his neck, feel the convulsions of his chest as his body fought for oxygen. It wouldn’t be much longer now.

She leaned down, close enough that their noses almost touched as she stared directly into Andrys’s eyes.

“My name is Jenseny Tarrant. Out of every adept on this continent that you could have taken for whatever twisted ritual you had in mind, you chose the Hunter’s daughter.”

She watched something break behind those grass-green eyes, horror washing away any remaining trace of reason - then his head snapped back hard against the floor, neck arching up as his whole body started to spasm. Gritting her teeth, Jenseny just bore down harder, the chain cutting into her own hands now; the pain barely even registered, though, past the howling triumph in her chest. The shard of darkness, alive and well, and feasting on its victory.

Andrys went still, limp, and the light went out of his eyes. Jenseny held the tension for a few moments more, wanting to be very sure, before she finally let go.

Standing, she looked down at the body, waiting for the guilt to come - but in that moment, at least, it was silent. Shrugging mentally, she turned to the window, knowing that even with her unexpected emotional reprieve she didn’t have time to waste.

The silver serving tray was still on the table in front of the couch, and this time, it took only a light swing for the glass to shatter. Sweeping the shards carefully out of the frame with the tray, Jenseny then tucked the chain into her pocket, climbed over the sill, and began picking her way carefully down the thick layers of alterivy. Even while she studied the vines in front of her carefully, the swirls of blessed earth fae telling her which strands of the plant were stronger, with another part of her mind she was already reaching out and weaving a Summoning into the currents.

She didn’t know how long this icy calm would last, and if her fear was going to make a reappearance, she wanted Riven with her when it did.

#whumptober2022 #no.16 #No One's Coming #coldfire trilogy #fic #character death #strangulation #graphic violence #self-loathing #jenseny kierstaad #andrys tarrant #the neocount writes #every character in this canon #should get to murder Andrys at least once #as a treat

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