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streetlightyeri · 11 months ago

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Please please please more stuff for boone

I am, do not fret! I've just been busy with work and with working on my other wips (once I get a scene idea, I have to bring it to life immediately so I don't forget it) that I haven't gotten a chance to finish out my boone fic. I'm more than happy to give a sneak peek though!

my writing process is very ridiculous because I don't write in order, but rather patch scenes together, so thats why a lot of my snippet posts are me posting large, plot-important scenes, simply because that might be all that's written. (ie, my Scott post being the scene where he's searching for her. I have the final two scenes written and that one, so that fic is missing the entire beginning and middle third of it lol). that's not the case for this snippet though, this is very much not important to the plot at all, just a moment at the bar.

but this boone fic is giving me a lot of trouble, writing wise. :( part of me just wants to scrap it because it feels so cheesy and wattpad-y. but I did post about nine ball by Zach Bryan last week, so I guess I'll share that scene at the very least, even if everything else gets scrapped. fair warning, this is one of the scenes that I think feels the most wattpad like, so if you cringe easily (like me, I absolutely cannot handle secondhand embarrassment), this might not be the one for you lol.

for reference, "mafia" is Boone (and I guess the rest of the Wrangler's nickname for Rowan, since she always wears sunglasses and a mask). as always, wip posts are unproofread and subject to change <3

"go bet another six pack, bet i make a comeback; i know that this table's got a lean."

“Mafia! Come play a round!”

Kate and Rowan turned, eyes flitting across the bar to find the owner of the voice. Boone was leaning against the back wall, a pool stick twisting gently in his hand. He moved to point at her once she saw him. She still had her mask and sunglasses on, paying little attention to the people who gave her odd looks. She was used to worse.

Kate made a cutting motion near her neck, silently telling them no.

Tyler called out next, “Come on City Girl! We’ll go easy on y’all!”

Rowan snorted under her mask, but the bar was far too loud for anyone to hear it besides Kate. The blonde hid her smirk in her drink. “We don’t play.”

“One round! Losers buy the winning group’s drinks.”

Kate was about to decline again, but Rowan knocked her arm with her elbow and tossed her head in their direction. She lowered her voice, “Are you sure?”

Rowan nodded. A devious glint danced in Kate’s eyes. A few chasers from other groups shouted out as the two crossed the bar; the StormPar group seemed to be putting their heads together about whether they should leave now or hold out hope for free drinks. Rowan took the pool stick in Boone’s outstretched hand while Kate took Tyler’s. Rowan placed her drink down on the edge of the pool table despite Boone offering to hold it, the coaster she snatched from the bar sitting on top as she chalked the tip. “What’s the rules?”

“No house rules, just the basics. Whoever gets the 8 ball in after clearing their designated group wins.” Boone took a sip of his beer.

Javi jogged up to the pool table, immediately recognizing what was happening. “Come on guys, let’s make it fair. Even if someone gets a ball in the pocket, the turn still ends. That way no one can clear the table without a fair chance.”

Tyler and Boone agreed. Rowan reached out to Javi, asking for her wallet. She pulled out a hundred, placing it in the jar next to the pool table that had “BETS” written on it in Sharpie. Tyler, Boone, and Kate did the same. “Whoever wins keeps their money and uses the loser’s to buy drinks. Sounds good?

Kate and Rowan nodded, the latter reaching up to remove her sunglasses. She parked them on the brim of her hat, not moving her eyes from Boone’s. He blinked hard, his mouth dropping open for a second before Dani clamped her hands on his shoulders as she laughed about what drink she’d be getting, snapping him out of the trance he was in from seeing her eyes for the first time. He bounced back to reality as Kate finished chalking her own stick, blowing off the excess dust. Both girls moved in to each other, their brains seeming to work as one, scanning over the table.

Tyler set his jaw and swallowed hard. “Ready, ladies?”

“As we’ll ever be.” Kate forced an uneasy smile and Rowan gave an innocent thumbs-up.

Kate broke, sending the ball to the side of the front 8-ball. A few laughs rang out amongst the crowd that gathered. The game went on like that, each team switching. Rowan and Kate got no more than 3 balls in, scratching each time. Each time Tyler and Boone got a ball in, the two girls put on their best disappointed expression. Even though the two tried to go easy on them, it was only a matter of time before Boone sank the 8-ball.

They gave sarcastic bows to the audience that clapped before turning their attention to the two women on the other side of the table. Rowan still had her mask on, hiding enough of her face in the dimly lit room.

Kate pouted, rubbing her thumb back and forth on the corner of the table. “That was fun. How about another round? Winner takes all?”

The crowd around them cheered, each member of the Tornado Wranglers adding money to the betting pool, expecting to collect it in a few minutes. But Javi must’ve clued in the StormPar group, as they also added bills to the jar.

Tyler tried to give them an out, “You sure, ladies? We can call this off.”

Both girls shook their heads eagerly, Rowan continuing the show, hanging onto her pool stick, “Come on, one more round! What do you have to lose?”

The two men agreed, Boone reracking the balls quickly. “At least let us show you how to shoot.”

“No thanks, it’s more fun this way. Winner should break.”

Since Boone made the winning shot, he made the first shot. When he lifted his head again, a huge grin on his face as the triangle of balls exploded across the table, he saw Javi standing there, arms around each girl’s shoulders, a huge smile plastered across each of their faces. He could tell Rowan had one too by the crinkle at the corners of her eyes. “Ben, I think you should get your camera ready. This is what we in America call ‘a hustle’.”

Shot after shot, turn after turn, Kate and Rowan sank a ball. No matter how many times Boone and Tyler tried, they were unable to catch up. Not a single turn went without them sinking a ball. When nothing remained on their side but the 8-ball, Dexter spoke up, breaking the tense air of the entire bar. “Call the pocket.”

The StormPar group let out protests, claiming that it wasn’t in the rules for the last game, but Rowan just shrugged. “Okay. That one.”

She pointed towards the middle pocket. Dexter narrowed his eyes as he scanned the table. “No matter what angle you hit from, there’s no way you’d make it in there.”

Kate rested her weight on one palm that was angled against the table. “Not normally, but this table’s tilted.”

Boone searched for anything that would’ve told the two that information. There were no rocking legs or rolling balls. Then his eyes landed on the glass she refused to hand him earlier, sitting on the edge, the liquid in it just barely slanted. “We’ve been outsmarted, T.”

“You know, I think you're right, Boone.”

Rowan sank the ball in the pocket she called. StormPar cheered, as well as the few other random bar goers that gathered to watch. Rowan and Kate mock bowed for Ben’s camera before retrieving the money left over after Javi and the StormPar members took back theirs as well as an extra hundred to pay for the drinks they were about to ring in. Kate took the stack, counting the money in front of the Wranglers before stacking it all together and handing it out to them.

Tyler looked at it quizzically. Kate shook the stack of money again, silently telling him to grab it. “We don’t need it. Keep it.”

“Y’all won it.”

Rowan laughed, as she turned back to the group after returning the balls and pool sticks to their rightful places. “We hustled you. Take your money back. Drinks are on me. Javi took my hundred up to the bar. Get what y’all want.”

Reluctantly, Tyler took the money and distributed it all back amongst his group as the girls returned to their room for the night.

#imagine #twisters #twisters 2024 #twisters movie #boone twisters #tyler owens #boone twisters imagine #boone one shot #boone imagine #boone x reader #boone x oc #boone fanfic #fanfiction #nine ball

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amethystina · 6 months ago

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Hi ˚˖𓍢ִ໋🦢˚

I hope you are doing well and feeling better ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა

I would like to ask the following questions from the Fan Fic Writer Asks that you recently relogged:

7. How many ideas for fics do you have right now?

8. What project(s) are you currently working on?

19. Give us a small teaser from one of your WIPs.

22. Do you know how your fic will end before you start writing?

25. Have you ever upset yourself with your own writing?

I apologize for being greedy 😅

May you have a happy new year ‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

Hi there! I'm exhausted and a little wonky, admittedly, but I'm hanging in there 😊

7. How many ideas for fics do you have right now?

Please don't ask me that 🤣 I have so many. Like, WIPs are one thing, but ideas? I literally can't count them because they keep slithering around at the back of my mind, steadily growing or, sometimes, fading in favour of other ideas.

But, if I'm to give a rough estimate, I'd say I have around 70 ideas percolating away right now. Not at the same time or with the same intensity, but there are a lot of them. Though, to be fair, very few of them will ever see the light of day because I can usually tell when an idea is worth writing or not and therefore try not to entertain them all. But that doesn't automatically mean that they leave me alone, you know? So I have to carry them around for however long it takes before they fade.

Which, I shit you not, can be years.

My ideas are as stubborn as I am, in other words.

8. What project(s) are you currently working on?

While I have a lot of WIPs, I would say that I'm currently working on three projects with a bit more vigour. And those are:

Who Holds the Devil - Does this even need an introduction at this point? The long-as-fuck Devil Judge fanfic that won't leave me — or anyone else — alone. I love it. But god knows when it'll be finished. I'm hoping to be able to post a new chapter in a not-too-distant future.

A New Dawn (Begins With Us) - A Black Knight fic I'm hoping to finish during 2025 because there are only four chapters left and that's, like, 40k. I can bang that out in two weeks if I am at the top of my game. Unfortunately, I'm not at the top of my game, but still. It's doable and I'm going to do it.

Will You Tell (If They Ask About Me) - A Losers oneshot that I dug up from the WIP graveyard because I really like it and I miss Cougar and Jensen. Should hopefully not be too difficult to finish.

19. Give us a small teaser from one of your WIPs.

Here's a snippet from the aforementioned Losers fic Will You Tell (If They Ask About Me). I don't know if there's an actual audience for it anymore, but I'm just really excited about it so yeah. That's what you're getting 😆

___

Jake exhaled and closed his eyes. He felt pleasantly lethargic, tired, and perhaps a little sore, but blissfully happy all the same. Lying there in Carlos's bed, listening to him breathe, was a much better end to his night than Jake had dared hope for. He was definitely going to appreciate it to the fullest.

"Let me know when you're ready to go again," Jake mumbled. "It might cost me the last couple of brain cells I have left, but I want a repeat performance."

The laugh that bubbled out of Carlos was both fond and a little startled, as if he hadn't expected to laugh but was too endeared not to. His hand wandered from Jake's shoulder, burying in his hair instead, and Jake eagerly raised his head when Carlos twisted to give him a deep, enthusiastic kiss.

"You are—"

"Insatiable?" Jake suggested, grinning against Carlos's lips.

Carlos smiled, too, his other hand rising to run reverently along Jake's jaw. Without his permission, Jake felt his heart skip a beat.

"Wonderful." It looked like Carlos meant it. "Absolutely wonderful."

22. Do you know how your fic will end before you start writing?

Nine times out of ten, yes. I don't always know the journey there or the exact details of the ending, but I always know what point I want to reach before I start. That said, I'm not against certain things changing as I go along and, more than once, I've tweaked the events of the ending because I ended up exploring something in the middle that I then had to tie into the ending.

So while I know the general idea of what I want, I keep it loose enough that I can change it as I go along. I would feel too hindered if I didn't. The one time I did try to plan it in detail to the very end was my first fanfic The Thunder Moon Chronicles because that's what I was told that I should do. But I found that around 60% of the last instalment had to be altered compared to my original plan, simply because the story had evolved in a way I couldn't predict when I first structured it.

That's not to say that I ever lost track or control of it — I am very much in control the entire time I write — but rather that new and better ideas kept popping up as I was writing it and I wasn't stupid enough to discard them just because they weren't in my original plan. Sometimes, the story just has to be allowed to evolve, otherwise it might feel stilted or stagnate (or at least that's the case for me).

25. Have you ever upset yourself with your own writing?

Oh, for sure. I've almost written myself straight into a panic attack a couple of times because I get so into it. I have a tendency to try and picture the emotions myself as I write them in order to better convey them and that can get a bit risky — especially with panic attacks. I've had them since I was fifteen so they're easy for me to trip into on accident.

I have also cried once or twice when I write because I, again, sink into the emotions a little too much. But it is, in all honesty, surprisingly rare considering how emotional some of my fics are. But that could be because I don't cry easily.

The most memorable occurrence by far, however, is Until Death Do Us Unite, especially the yet-unwritten bonus chapter. Because Jong Woo is so unstable, I become a little unstable when I write him or ponder his emotions too much. If I try to imagine how detached and unmoored he must feel when he's having his episodes, I end up feeling very unmoored myself. So I'm currently not allowed to think too much about it because it's so distressing 🤣

But if we mean upset as in "angry at my writing" or "upset it doesn't go my way" or even "I'm so upset with these characters" then no, not really. I can get annoyed if I have to do rewrites and certainly be displeased about the actions of some characters, but the writing process itself doesn't upset me.

Thank you so much for the ask! And it's okay to be greedy, don't worry 😉

Happy New Year to you too! 💜

Fanfic Writer Asks

#Amethystina Replies #Anonymous #Amethystina Does Ask Games #Fanfic Writer Asks #I really am SO excited about the Losers fic #It's kind of ridiculous #I don't even know if it'll be any good #And I need to rewrite a lot #But still #I want it so bad

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aliteralactualfactualgremlin · 5 months ago

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Some brief exposition

(I figure it’s about time I make one of these)

Hello anyone reading this <3 You can call me gremlin

My experience with my religion

I started practicing witchcraft about two months ago and became a pagan about a week after that

I’m devoted to Apollo, Gaia, and Aphrodite and I’m hoping to follow lady Hestia and Demeter in the near future

Before this I considered myself a christian and would be horrified at the mere idea of practicing magic or worshiping pagan deities

Because of this I still have a lot of things to fix about my mindset and thinking on religion which is causing me to take things rather slowly when it comes to the amount of rituals, offerings, and spells I preform

I’m also queer

I say queer because in all honesty I have no clue what I am anymore

For the longest time I was sure I was aro ace but women have made me question myself lately and occasionally men and other non-female people will too

Because of this I prefer to be unlabeled as I don’t want to get attached to a title that might be temporary

I’ve always been pretty apathetic to gender so I really don’t care what pronouns you use for me just keep it respectful <3

And finally fandoms

I think I’ll mostly post about the first two (religion and queerness) but every now and then I’ll have something to say about music and fandom stuff. I’m in a bunch of different ones so I’ll probably miss a few but considering I probably won’t post too much about them that should be fine

I have an unhealthy obsession with music so I feel the need to list some of my all time favorite artists first

The Crane Wives

Hozier

Florence + the Machine

Noah Kahan

Anaïs Mitchell (please check her out she’s the genius behind Hadestown and the rest of her music is not talked about nearly enough)

Childish Gambino

Madylin Mei

System of a Down

Cosmo Sheldrake

Fish in a Birdcage

Stevie Nicks

Rabbitology

And a good chunk of Sondheim’s work

And here’s some of my non music related obsessions but they eventually get more niche and or deranged

Arcane

Spiderverse

Attack on Titan

The Disastrous Life of Saiki K

Dr Stone

The Apothecary Diaries

Community

Smosh

Frankenstein by Mary Shelly

The Portrait of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde

Carmilla by Sheridan Le Fanu

My 3 year old son (my mostly unwritten fantasy world)

Like I said earlier I probably won’t post that much about them but if you like any of these things as well please pleeeese ask me about them I love to yap to people🙏

Edit because I almost forgot

Pretty standard dni stuff

I don’t wanna see any

racism

sexism

homophobia

transphobia

xenophobia

pro ed content

just hatefulness in general

and keep in mind that I am a minor (16) so please keep any and all freakiness to yourself

And since I’m bored today

I’m gonna go back and tag tag all my stuff

#the gremlin yaps again - my own posts that are on the sillier side

#silence a gremlin speaks unto you - my more serious posts about issues I care about

#wow the gremlin’s writing - poems and songs maybe even snippets of the different books I’m working on

#omg gremlin’s drawing again - art posts that will most likely be pretty rare cause I’m struggling with motivation :(

#the gremlin answers all - asks

#the gremlin yaps again #silence a gremlin speaks unto you #wow the gremlin’s writing #omg gremlin’s drawing again #the gremlin answers all

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bigskydreaming · 1 year ago

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So, been awhile! Apologies for that - took a step back from most social media sites for a few months because the accumulated stresses and everpresent urgency to most things I've been dealing with for the past five plus years finally caught up with me and I kinda just....crashed, and needed some time to get my head on straight. Or whatever the non-obvious-pun version of that might be for a Known Bisexual. Everything was getting to be too constantly 'stop and go' for me, if that makes sense.....like I'd TRY to be more present on here, TRY to work on things like my patreon and fic and meta and stuff like that because I've really wanted to get back to creating actual stuff that people enjoy instead of being like My Issues: The Latest Installment and the like, but then something else would crop up and kill my momentum before it even really got going and I'd have to duck away yet again, and rinse and repeat.

HENCE! I took a more dedicated, extended leave to try and get into a headspace and build a buffer that better lends itself to me getting back to the kinds of posting/writing conditions I've thrived under in the past. It took longer than I thought, but I've never been good at accurately estimating things lol. I've still been on twitter somewhat sporadically, since a huge part of why I hate that site is its format makes it all but impossible to really get to ranting at length...y'know, as I do, my tried and true time-suck method of procrastinating...and with everything going on in the world these days I didn't want to disconnect entirely even though I did need time to work through some shit. BUT I DIGRESS.

Point is, felt like I needed something more substantial than the optimistic-but-lacking-in-actual-energy-and-planning measures I've attempted in the past couple years in order to get on top of things and achieve a measure of consistency and stability again. Less shooting for the moon because I just WANT to be back to my older, happier/more content patterns, more....putting some actual time and thought into how I can realistically make that happen instead of just trying to will it into existence through sheer stubbornness. Because obviously, THAT always works.

ANYWAY. It'll still be a couple days before I get back to regular posting/reblogging patterns or much of any of that at all.....don't be confused if you see some blink and you miss them temporary posts from me over the next day or two. I'm testing out the formatting and layout of a bunch of posts and graphics made for my patreon and original fiction stuff, since the preview post function doesn't always work with read mores in a post and they're all gonna need that lol. If anyone's up for it, I am finalizing the price/reward tiers of my patreon and could use some thoughts on the different levels - I think I have them mostly figured out but wouldn't mind some additional perspectives on how I broke things down and if I'm missing some alternatives. Just message me directly if you'd like to weigh in or lend me your thoughts!

I've never wanted my tumblr to be all about fic or just original content or anything like that, so the patreon's meant to kinda keep all that separate beyond just generalized update announcements on here. The blog will remain just a regular multi-purpose smorgasboard of my reblogs and thoughts on other posts and meta about my various fandoms and all that jazz. The patreon discord will have spaces having to do with my various fanfics, but they'll never be exclusive to it in any way, and every fic update I make will still be on my blog same as always. I've been building masterlists of all my Dick Grayson meta and all my Teen Wolf meta, as well as headcanons and writing snippets/scenes that never got posted elsewhere because I didn't consider them full fics, and I'm starting a series of posts that lean directly into my tendencies to be an Overly Opinionated Asshole who - historically speaking - has never been, uh, shy, shall we say, about Having Thoughts about various fandom patterns or trends.

So....look out for the upcoming "Kalen Vs Fandoms" post series. What? It sounded catchy to me. First up:

"Fandoms' tendency to pick one character per fandom to have every other character introduce as the dumbest person they've ever met, but no its okay, they're actually really fond of them and universally defaulting to a judgmental or patronizing shot at their intelligence every single time they're the topic of conversation among other characters just naturally happens to be part of every single other character's love language - is this perhaps NOT as endearing or affectionate as fandoms tend to treat it as?" Aka "How many people can actually say they'd be comfortable with the idea of every single person in their family or friend group leading with "I genuinely think they're stupid but I love them anyway" each time they talk about them to someone else, and if you don't think that's a normal conversation starter for people to have about a loved one, why do so many fandoms attempt to treat it as such?"

.....the length of post title should not be taken as an indicator of how long each post is. If people want to draw their own conclusions about post length based solely on the fact that they're, well, by me.....I mean. That's totally your prerogative. Nothing I can do about that!

Post topics will run the gamut, if for no other reason than gamut is an amazing word that doesn't get used enough and I wanted to use it. From "Its totally valid to project onto characters and use fic as a way to work through various issues via that projection but how much does this have to do with how defensively people react to the slighest criticism of character choices in their fics as though personally attacked - discuss" to "Criticizing and condemning the writers of source material for specific things - to rave reviews from followers - only to then do the exact same specific things in your own fics - to rave reviews from followers - while claiming that the mere fact of being a fan not getting paid for writing those specific things somehow makes them less worthy of criticism.....are we all seeing the problem here."

There's a slight chance those titles are perhaps....somewhat unnecessarily asshole-coded, but like, in a whimsical way! I think. Whatever. I'm sure it'll be fine!

Will either rhyme OR reason be involved in the order of post topics? No. Not even a little bit. Next question.

Aside from "Kalen vs Fandoms" I've been putting a lot of thought into what other topics or content I can expound upon at length, to the possible interest of people. I'm good at writing and editing and analyzing narratives. Not claiming to be the best, just not trying to fish for compliments or anything. I think my analysis of narrative and character choices has generally been of interest in most fandoms I've been in, but when I'm IN a fandom, I do personally invest in favorite characters and stories that inevitably put me in opposition to takes from fans of other characters and stories within that fandom, and when that happens, the Horseman of Discourse inevitably follows and I....do the discourse. Look, I am who I am. I see the discourse, I engage with the discourse. Unless I don't care about the topic of discourse, in which case I don't, because that discourse doesn't matter. Obviously.

SO! In the interest of posting about narrative analysis and breakdowns of writing choices, character arcs and the like but WITHOUT engaging in The Discourse, I'll be making an easy-to-find post of fandoms or source material whose characters and narratives I'm familiar enough with TO have opinions or analysises of, but for whatever reason, the fandom has never clicked for me and I've never actually felt a desire to be part of it. Thus I'm not likely to be invested or compelled enough to follow up on anyone disagreeing with my personal thoughts or analysis or various character arcs or narratives, because its literally just like, my opinion man, presented for no other purpose than to potentially be of interest to anyone who might be interested in it. No actual follow up needed on my part because I'm not particularly chuffed if people have different takes, they're totally valid, mine don't exist for the purpose of being defended there, they just exist because Opinions, I Had Them, Here Look. Or Don't. Its Totally Whatever.

Because I don't feel as strongly about these pieces of media as I do fandoms I'm personally invested in, it is trickier to come up with a comprehensive list of ones I can weigh in on. So please feel free to hit up my inbox with any fandoms, narrative or character arcs you're curious about my take on, and I'll let you know if they're fandoms I consider myself a participant in, and thus not really right for this series, or if they're something I'm just not knowledgeable about.....but if they're not an actual fandom of mine and I AM familiar enough with them to have an analytical take or response, I'll add them to the masterlist/post as a potential topic.

This series will be called and tagged "Kalen Vs Writing Choices" (That I Personally Don't Like Or Think Could Be Better). The parenthetical part is there solely to be a disclaimer clarifying that my ego is not so great that I think that My Subjective Take on the writing choices made or not made is the only one that matters. I mean, I don't intend to include the disclaimer as part of the actual tag and will mostly leave it as y'know, like, something IMPLIED, but the disclaimer still exists and thus counts. That's totally how that works.

And that's how I've chosen to awkwardly segue into the final intended-of-three post series.....Dramatically Abrupt Tonal Shift Ahoy!

This next part will get long, but I would truly appreciate it if you gave it a read despite its length and even if - especially if - the next topic isn't one you typically look for my take on, or even avoid my take on, because I don't think I'm likely to ever express my thoughts on this matter any more genuinely or directly than this. Like I'm not trying to guilt anyone or anything like that, its more I'm just trying to say if you ever read ANY single post of mine when it comes to the next topic or pick a post to base your decision on whether or not TO wade into something I have to say on this subject, I would appreciate it if you made that this next part here, as I think it best conveys where I'm coming from when it comes to most any post I make along these lines.

So. The thing is....most people who've followed me long know that in the past I've frequently been extremely vocal on topics of rape, incest and abuse, specifically through the lens of being a male survivor. These absolutely are personal for me. This has led to me having a lot of Overly Opinionated Takes on these topics and how they're talked about, depicted and treated within fandom conversations, fics, and social media spheres and conversations at large. I've also pretty obviously not posted on these topics nearly as much in recent years as I once did - but not because I feel any less strongly about them.

And that's one hundred percent because it's frustrating as hell to see a very good portion of the posts I make about any OTHER topic in my usual fandoms go on to accumulate hundreds of notes....while NONE of my posts on these topics ever break out of my direct circle of mutuals. I don't say it to be egotistical - look how many notes I get on stuff - I say it because its literally objectively factual, and the disparity is dramatic, and the disparity is a PROBLEM. Especially given how much the topics of male rape and abuse - in SPECIFIC - tend to be, within most of my past fandoms.

This disparity has a very clear reason for existing too: people have never been shy about citing that they refrain from reblogging or referencing my posts on these topics because they feel like I act like I'm the only opinion that matters on them, the sole authority to be listened to here, that I use my status as a male rape survivor as a cudgel, to shut down opposing takes or points of view.

Which I would totally be fine with or understand if not for the fact that I've always gone out of my way to express that I don't want or expect my opinions on these matters to be taken as anything other than my personal opinions born of my personal experiences, which I cite because they're relevant. I don't think that survivors should have to disclose their status or personal history or details in order to have their opinion heard on these topics, but I deeply resent how often survivors making the choice TO disclose their personal history or relationship with these topics in order to directly unpack how that informs our perspective....is weaponized AGAINST us, in order to shut down and discredit OUR takes even while literally accusing us of only disclosing in order to do the exact same thing to others.

Something that I've posted about a LOT in the hopes of getting it spread throughout fandoms that regularly talk about male rape is for literal decades I've seen people harp on about how men can be raped too, believe male survivors, don't believe the myth that men can't be raped, etc. Which like, I appreciate the sentiment, but the thing I've tried to express for years is that in my personal experience, and those of a lot of other male survivors I've talked to - this is not really the biggest or even ONE of the biggest issues most male survivors face.

And the fact that for all that there are many survivors in fandom who have made the difficult choice to be open about their traumas and recoveries - which I ALWAYS respect, as that is never easy for any of us - a huge part of why I've always made a point to disclose my own history as a male survivor is because there just flat out aren't a lot of perspectives from MALE survivors in specific, being circulated in pretty much any of the fandom spaces I've ever been in over the past twenty years. I don't even slightly think I'm any more of an expert or authority on topics of rape or abuse - beyond how they pertain to my own personal experiences - than any other survivor. But as long as the topic of MALE rape and abuse in specific, how men are affected by these things, how society reacts to us and treats us in the aftermath....as long as these are the topics explicitly being discussed.....I do think my perspective as a male survivor is pretty fucking relevant, and admittedly, I tend to get pretty heated about pushing BACK against attempts to invalidate it or shout it down as though I somehow have LESS of a stake in or right to be heard in these particular conversations. And I get how this has at times come across as attempting to dominate a given conversation.

But like.....I'm also going to point back up to the part where I said earlier....I'm an Overly Opinionated Asshole. I say it somewhat deprecatingly, for the lulz, but also not. I'm very passionate about conversations and topics I feel strongly about and I don't make apologies for it. And for the most part....this has NEVER stopped people from reblogging or liking posts I make about pretty much any other topic....despite me not really coming across that differently in most of them, compared to how I come across in most of my past posts on topics of rape and abuse.

See....I'm in complete agreement with everyone who emphasizes that rape isn't a gendered issue. That it can and does happen to individuals of any gender or identity. But the reason why I've always found the focus on 'remember that men can be raped too' more performative than helpful is because for almost twenty years, I've been posting on these topics in various fandom spaces and trying to express that in my personal experience, something that REALLY deserves to be talked about more is the fact that rape is not gendered. But rape CULTURE very much IS.

Like it or not, we live in a very gendered society still. While yes, men can be raped too.....for a number of reasons - most of them born of sexism and misogyny in specific - the conditions, catalysts and reasons for men being raped are NOT interchangeable with those at work in instances of women being raped, as an example. Because the way society treats men and women in pretty much EVERY situation is different. Similarly, the way society REACTS to men and women disclosing they've been raped is different. And so on and so on.

So 'remember that men can be raped too' has some basis in societal claims that men can't be raped or that rape IS a gendered issue....but not as much as I think most people tend to believe. And twenty years after I first started searching out perspectives of other male survivors in online fandom spaces, beyond just real world physical support groups, I'm STILL hearing 'remember that men can be raped too' dominating all conversations about male survivors just as regularly and repetitiously as it was twenty years ago....as though the world has not changed at all, and the needle on this particular facet of male survivorhood hasn't changed an inch in the past two decades when no, actually, it very much has.

The reason why I feel so strongly about offering up my perspective as a male survivor in a relative absence of seeing other male survivors' perspectives circulated is I honestly believe the reason this is so consistently upheld as the biggest problem facing male survivors is its a carry-over from women attempting to be heard and believed when disclosing....which makes sense and is completely understandable....as long as there's a complete absence of male survivors offering up any perspective that's to the contrary.

But the fact that we live in a gendered society where rape culture, not rape itself, still very much IS gendered due to being a product of....living in a gendered society....means that the differences in how society treats and reacts to men and women affects every aspect of how society treats and reacts to men and women survivors. And that starts with disclosure itself. In my personal experience - and fully acknowledging that I don't speak for any other male survivor in this moment, and I absolutely do believe there are those who have experiences to the contrary, and that matters too - MY experience, which also matters, is that not once in the twenty years since I've started disclosing about my own rape, or the csa I experienced as a child - have I actually had an issue being believed.

With full acknowledgment of how unfair it is, how gross, the reality of living in a sexist, patriarchal society where male privilege very much exists, is that while men can be raped too, this traumatic thing that happened to us does not in any way actually invalidate or negate our male privilege. It doesn't turn it off for the duration of our experience or any time its relevant to our experiences going forward. We carry that privilege with us through our recoveries and the rest of our lives just as much as we did before it, because its an inalienable result of being in a society that allocates privilege solely on the basis of being born a man who identifies and presents as a cis man (with respect to trans individuals having another axis of experience that very much differentiates all matters pertaining to rape culture, in comparison to cis men, just as much as in the case of cis women, albeit in different ways).

And the gross unfortunate reality of our society is that it ALWAYS prioritizes believing men over women, in all matters......especially cis white men like myself.

So the simple fact is....even the act of disclosure - and the likelihood of being believed when voluntarily choosing to share the information that we've been raped - means that a cis white man like myself does not receive the same reaction as most women receive when attempting to share that same information. Society preconditions a lot of people to be more receptive to taking cis white men at their word, comparative to affording anyone else that basic respect.

Getting people to believe me when I say I was raped has never been the issue for me that other individuals face.

But that doesn't mean that my disclosure doesn't result in issues for me.

Because while being raped never invalidated or negated any of my cis white male privilege, neither did having cis white male privilege negate the possibility of me being raped - OR the fact that society ALSO preconditions people to be really fucking shitty about survivors.

(Hell, ANY kind of living victim....with this also being very relevant to abuse survivors, survivors of physical assault, etc. Much like people can be overflowing with empathy for unborn children who can't offer up any take to the contrary to whatever people want to say "in defense or support of unborn children," only to turn around and cease caring about most of those babies the second they're born, people tend to be just as overflowing with empathy for deceased victims of abuse, rape, assault and the like....who, y'know, also can't offer up any take to the contrary of whatever they say or claim about what they WOULD want, what they DO deserve, etc. Present those same people with a living child or a living victim who can and DOES have an opinion that doesn't match what those people feel it SHOULD be? Watch attitudes shift VERY quickly, as allllll that empathy hurriedly flushes down the drain as though it was never there).

But the point is, my cis white male privilege is always here regardless. But that doesn't mean rape culture isn't shitty enough that it can't find a way to circumvent even that in pursuit of discrediting/invalidating/ignoring survivors, just like that privilege can be circumvented in order to create the situation where a man is raped in the first place.

Its just....the gendered nature of rape culture means HOW those attempts to discredit/invalidate/ignore male survivors manifests.....doesn't look the same as when it leads to just outright disbelieving other survivors when they attempt to disclose.

And that is how I can be listened to and reblogged on most any other topic, no matter HOW I go about presenting myself in those posts or conversations - ironically in no small part BECAUSE of my cis white male privilege - while only getting crickets when I post on these topics, BECAUSE people only choose THOSE posts to make my presentation or level of intensity a dealbreaker, and thus their very reason for ignoring anything I have to say there. Not because they don't believe me, but because the WAY I say it is too aggressive, too biased, too emotional, too intense....its an attack on their autonomy, an attempt to override whatever they previously thought or believed about the subject and just force them to adhere to my take.

Because the thing about living in a sexist, patriarchal society is.....that IS a thing that cis white men often do, and a lot of society is structured to make it easier for us to achieve this in most instances, frankly. This just happens to be a rare exception, because for a lot of reasons that would make this post even longer - and that again, I've often posted about before - upholding and reinforcing rape culture on a society wide level supersedes the usual focus on accommodating INDIVIDUAL cis white men in having their opinions heard and circulated.

I'm trying to be as frank as possible here about the intersection of privilege and experiences of being a male survivor because I don't believe its to anyone's benefit to be disingenuous about it, and I do think that it doesn't actually supplant the fact that male survivors do have just as much right - and NEED - to be heard and listened to about our experiences with rape and perspective there, and have those ACKNOWLEDGED, as anyone else.

Its just....the existence of privilege and how that differentiates most experiences in a gendered society matters, and thus.....it needs to be part of the conversation rather than just treating all responses to rape and survivors as agendered, just because rape itself can and does happen to people of all genders.

There's actually a fair amount to get into when it comes to differences in a lot of mens' disclosures vs womens' in my experience, but just as an extension of what I'm talking about here, one of the specific elements in my experience is that men often don't have a problem being believed about having been raped or abused.....but one of the predominant responses is society is heavily preconditioned to view male rape and abuse survivors as almost inevitably feeling they need to exert a similar power over someone else in order to claim back their own feelings of pride and safety in their masculinity. Effectively.....most every male rape or abuse survivor I've ever talked with at length shares a similar experience of being believed when they disclose about being a survivor....but noting a clear and direct shift in how whomever they disclosed to interacts with them....with EVERY expression of anger or outrage - particularly in the matter of their rape or abuse - being viewed as evidence of us being ticking time bombs who are inevitably primed to explode and take out what happened to us on someone else.

There's being cautious around cis white men, for example, because we're cis white men, which I totally get and am not expressing an opinion on. I'm just saying even with that acknowledged, there is a SHIFT in how people interact with me after I've disclosed to them personally, in how they....scrutinize me, for lack of a better way of putting it, in very noticeable ways and areas. Like its consistent. And think about how its not totally true that media doesn't portray men as being capable of being raped or abused, typically. Think about how often you've seen procedurals where the backstory of the rapist or abuser of the week is specifically THAT they were a rape or abuse survivor themselves, usually in childhood. Its NOT that society doesn't believe or accept that men can be raped too. Its that society is primed to default to viewing the very act of men being raped as an indicator of the shift from them being a man to being a man who is likely to become a predator themselves.

Rape appears all the time in regards to male survivors in media. Its just it usually just appears in the context of men who arent presented AS survivors, but rather as predators or aggressors themselves, and their past victimization treated as a catalyst rather than a trauma. This is not to excuse any such character or depiction of course, its simply to emphasize that the very angle from which male survivorhood is approached in most contexts is different from that of other survivors. Just like the angle from which their survivorhood is approached is different from that of male survivors. And thus the issue most men have with disclosing in my experience is NOT that we're afraid we won't be believed....its that we're afraid once we disclose, we'll be viewed as inherently more dangerous because our victimization primes us to be that much more likely to inflict ourselves on others in some attempt to reclaim our masculinity.

And its categorically NOT about any group of survivors having it better or worse than others, which is why I LOATHE people saying variations of 'you wouldn't say that about this if it happened to a woman' because anyone attempting to pit male survivors against other survivors en masse is NOT doing so for my benefit or with my endorsement. The point is just that each way society and rape culture interacts with a different group of survivors presents different problems and issues that need addressing, and aren't interchangeable.

There is a REASON why the subject of Dick Grayson's anger - usually in the context of things that have happened to him - is so important to me, specifically in terms of ensuring that its treated as something he's allowed to have....rather than an indicator that he's going to messily explode his life in a way that impacts everyone around him negatively.

Now.....if you've never considered that aspect of rape vs rape culture and how it can differently affect and shape the experiences and recovery of cis male survivors versus trans male survivors and nonbinary survivors and survivors who identify as women.....I ask that you consider what else my perspective might be able to add to actually productive, meaningful conversations about rape, rape culture and survivorhood, that you never would have thought TO think about before, without male survivors bringing it up based on it having played a role in personal experiences.

And then I just ask that you please think about the implications of someone known for being a vocal presence in certain fandoms, with a fairly sizable number of posts widely circulating throughout them......never having posts about male rape and survivorhood circulated to any noticeable degree, despite writing DOZENS of them, in all kinds of different moods, ways and intensity levels.....and all of them while active in fandoms where male rape is regularly discussed or focused on due to certain characters or storylines......and ask yourselves if it maybe seems a little off for the disparity to be THAT large. Again: I have written DOZENS of posts on this topic. All with less than twenty notes. I'll be composing a masterlist of them in the near future as well, but for now I'm just saying. Please just think about that.

While I'm going to make an effort to be more deliberate in how I approach this topic in posts going forward, tonally and in terms of word choice, I do have a right to be just as passionate about it as any other topic, and it is FUCKED UP to think that my personal experiences here should be pointed to as the very REASON I should need to be LESS passionate than I am anywhere else, in order to be heard or listened to. Still. I am not actually trying to override anyone else's viewpoint, present myself as some kind of ultimate authority, or shut down other survivors in any way....I'm just trying to uphold the relevancy and importance of adding my own perspective to the conversation.

I don't want to be the only voice listened to here. But as long as my voice is relevant, and I don't see or hear a lot of other voices speaking from a similar standpoint, I would like to be a RESOURCE on topics of male survivorhood, rape and recovery, from that particular standpoint. And even if and when other male survivors might perchance add their own perspectives with experiences and takes contrary to mine....I welcome that! Because mine is not the only one, cis white male survivors are no more a monolith than anyone else, and none of that will in any way actually invalidate my own perspective or experiences or render them no longer relevant at all.

Being a resource on a topic that has always been everpresent in most fandoms I've gravitated to - which has often been a reason FOR me gravitating to those fandoms in specific.....that has always been my ONLY goal with these kinds of posts. NOT an authority.

So, having my posts - which for all my willingness to write them, has never been easy for me and probably never will - reframed in such a negative way, dismissed and even weaponized against me - has over the years demoralized me and made it harder to find the energy TO tackle these topics, as much as I'd like to. But I do feel that I've found a second wind when it comes to this and think I'm ready to wade back into being Overly Opinionated on these topics as well.

So that's the third of the three post series I'll be starting, "Kalen vs Topics of Rape, Rape Culture and Survivorhood As Perceived Through A Singular Personalized Cis White Male Lens, Presented By (and With) My Middle Finger At Any Attempts to Subvert Or Undermine My Thoughts On Them By Reframing Them As Me Trying To Gatekeep Male Survivorhood No Matter How Many Times I Use The Words IN MY EXPERIENCE or IN MY OPINION, Which I Do A Lot, Because This Has Been Happening For A Very Long Time, And I Am Tired, But Still Very Opinionated, And Still Very Here, So Bite Me I Guess."

.....I'm still workshopping that one's title. Its a process.

ANYWAY. At the moment, I'm aiming to make one post of each once a month, and if I do more than that great, but not trying to pressure myself to do any more than that at the moment in the interests of Realism. We'll play it by ear. If I have more free time or energy than expected, maybe I'll do more. Its not like I have a shortage of Very Opinionated Opinions, after all. You've met me.

BUT I DIGRESS.

So in the interest of not making this long ass post any fucking longer, not that anyone really expected otherwise from my first post back in months, like could I REALLY even claim to ACTUALLY be back if all I had to show for it was some weak little lackluster drabble that wasn't even 3,000 words? Methinks the fuck not -

Well, have an abrupt and anticlimactic finish that comes out of nowhere despite giving myself literally 4,900 words to build to something appropriately profound or meaningful or whatthefuckever. Y'know. Your standard Kalen Classic. The abrupt and anticlimactic wrap up I mean, not the profound and deeply meaningful one. Eh. You get it.

Did ya miss me? I missed you!

PS - I was Informed that we are almost to the end of Tommy T's Tenure, is it almost safe to come back to Nightwing comics? Does anyone know when his last issue is? Have we planned the party yet? Who's on balloons, we definitely need balloons.

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touloser-lautrec · 6 months ago

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Happy Storyteller Saturday 💜

This is your invitation to share a snippet of your writing that you love, and talk about why you love it.

Thank you so much for sending this ask! It took me forever to excavate it from my inbox purgatory (sorry!) but I am happy to be catching up :)

Here is a snippet of writing from a draft of Sunset Vol 3 (slightly edited for spoilers). Dana is a character that doesn't really show up until late in the game, but I kind of love him. I am a real sucker for a tough-character-is-good-with-little-kids moment, so I was happy to get a chance to bring it into Sunset. Dana used to be a high ranking Neptune retrieval agent, until he lost his knack and got desked in the Academy. Now he teaches combat and home ec classes across all grades. He hasn't forgotten his Neptune training and he definitely misses having his knack, but he's ultimately glad it happened because he loves his students pretty fiercely. And since it'll be a while til we get there in our posting schedule, I'm taking this opportunity to share about him! (And credit where it's due, this is a scene that I drafted but has been passed back and forth between my co-writer @sunset-a-story and I a few times. This section definitely was about 90% me, but their hand is in it too!)

Snippet below the cut:

One of Dana’s students, a five year old telekinetic named Jamie, made her way over to him and clung to his leg, fingers curling around the denim of his jeans, fear in her eyes. He put a hand on her head, gently ruffling her hair. He looked down at her, dropping to crouch at her level, willing his pounding heart to settle.

“Are we trapped in here?” she whispered, voice on the edge of tears.

“No, no,” he told her. “It’s gonna be fine.”

The lockdown siren screamed in their ears, splitting through the din of the crowd. He felt the blood drain from his face. If they wanted them all to stay put, at least a lockdown would prevent anyone else from testing the door and starting a panic.

Jamie leaned into him for a hug and he picked her up, standing again and holding her to his chest as she buried her face in his hair. Looking over her head, he scanned the crowd for anyone else who had noticed that they were, in fact, trapped inside this room.

No one.

“Listen, Jamie,” he said above the siren, “I know it’s a little scary, but remember how good you did in that pool noodle war we had in class the other day? You were really nervous but you ended up in the top three.”

She nodded into his hair, small arms squeezing him. His heart broke a little and he swallowed.

“Do you still have the sticker you won?”

She nodded again. “It’s in my room.”

“Good! I’m glad it’s safe and sound in there.” He leaned back a little and shifted her weight to be able to meet her eyes. “Did you know that one was a bravery medal? I think I forgot to tell you. I only give it to the bravest students.”

“Really?” she said, voice tentative.

“Really. And I promise to protect you, but I need a brave sidekick to do it. Do you think you have it in you?” he asked, eyes drifting to the back of the room and the door.

“What do you need me to do?” she asked. His eyes snapped back to her and he let out a silent breath of relief that she was rallying and he lowered her to the ground, giving her one last squeeze.

“See that group of older kids over there?” he gestured to a gaggle of teens already stepping in to help calm the younger ones as they reacted to the loud siren. One of his more advanced advisees was there, and he trusted them to handle whatever could possibly be coming, as much as that could apply in whatever this was. “I need you to go help them keep your classmates calm. Not all of them might be as brave as you. But I’ll bet you can help them find their bravery, right?”

She nodded, and he gently nudged her in that direction. His gut was churning. “You’ve got this. What’s a siren to someone with a bravery medal? Not a thing!” he said. He watched as she ran over. “Not a thing,” he muttered to himself under his breath. He nodded to the teens, catching their eyes. They nodded back, as though it was no big deal. He made a mental note to thank them later.

On his own again, Dana began to push forward. Hell or high water, Dana was going to protect his students but he needed to find out what he could possibly be up against.

He wouldn't get the chance to ask.

#sunset a story #writeblr #late sts

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inkedinshadows · 1 year ago

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Hello lovely people! 🌸

(snippet of fanfic at the end)

Hi everyone! I'm not exactly new here, but I've never really posted anything before. I lurked in the dark, sometimes appearing in someone's comments, but mainly silently devouring fanfic for Azriel because I'm such a sucker for our shadowsinger 🖤

But now that I've got a lot of free time on my hands, I've decided to give a shot at writing something of my own and share it with anyone who'd be willing (and kind enough) to read it.

And while I work on the final scenes of my first fic, I thought it could be a nice idea if maybe I introduced myself a little a bit? I don't know, maybe no one really cares, but maybe someone does? So here it is.

🌸 I'm Italian, so forgive me if there are some mistakes or some weird stuff, but don't feel bad about calling me out on it so I can improve ✨️ it's my first time writing something other than an essay or dissertation in English after all

🌸 My name is Yennifer (not very Italian, I know), but you can call me Yen or Yenni. Whatever you like works tbh

🌸 I started writing when I was 10 and the first thing I ever wrote was a crossover for Harry Potter and Narnia, in which Peter and Ginny ended up together. I actually rewrote the whole thing at 13, then again at 15, and then I started writing a sequel. When I tell you I made that my whole personality for a few years, I mean it

🌸 I studied Foreign Languages and Literatures in university (and hopefully it helped with mastering English enough to use it for fanfics) and I recently graduated. I'm currently waiting and praying for my admission to the Master program

🌸 I've always wanted to be a writer, but since now I'm old enough (22 lol) to realize I'm not sure I've got what it takes to plan, write and finish (they tell me this is an important part of it) a whole ass book, my dream job is translator: reading, writing and languages all in one. What else could I possibly want?

🌸 My favorite authors are Jay Kristoff, TJ Klune and Jojo Moyes. If we stick to classics, I love Oscar Wilde and a few Italian dudes probably not many know

🌸 I love the color blue in all its shades, so I like to think it as fate that Azriel's color is cobalt 💙

🌸 I am OBSESSED with music. I can't live without it and I'm not even exaggerating. If I'm not listening to music, then there's still music playing in my mind and it never shuts up. Sometimes it can even be a bit frustrating. But whether it's real or just in my head, music is playing 24/7 around here

🌸 In case you couldn't tell, I particularly like this flower emoji. I just think it's really cute and a nice change from the usual lil red heart

Now, before I wrap this up, here's the little snippet I promised. Enjoy!

His shadows lunged forward as if they wanted to reassure her, but he held them back. He approached her slowly, stopping just in front of her. He crouched down next to her and waited for her to meet his eyes before speaking.

“Let me help,” he said, unable to hide his concern any longer. He wanted to erase that haunted look from her eyes and he’d do anything to make her feel safe and protected again.

“You’re not alone, Y/N,” he continued, his tone gentle. In his mind, he was cursing himself for not having thought that she might experience this kind of problem. “I could help you. We can do it at your pace and stop whenever you wish.”

She stared into his eyes and it felt like an eternity passed before she nodded. Relief flooded his chest at her trust, her willingness to finally let someone help her.

[...]

Tears were streaming down her face and she sobbed, drawing her legs close to her chest and wrapping her arms around them. She began to rock back and forth and maybe she was begging for it to stop, to never start, maybe she was screaming or calling out for someone, maybe she wasn’t saying anything at all.

As that dark freezing water closed over her and pulled her under, she knew the pain would come soon. And there was nothing she could do to stop it. She was drowning and there was nothing she could do, nothing she could do, nothing she could…

A tender, gentle touch on her cheek. From far away, someone called her name. And among the chaos, the darkness, the crippling fear, she saw a pair of hazel eyes, soft and yet concerned. A male voice assuring her that she was safe, that he was with her.

She wanted to believe that voice, but the water was pulling her under, cold and dark and terrifying. And yet that gentle voice was still talking to her, those hazel eyes still looking into hers, and she tried to hold on to them, to not let it all slip away.

And then someone took her hand and suddenly she felt something thumping beneath her palm. A heartbeat, she realized. Life.

Heartbeat meant life. Not death, not pain.

Life.

Alright, I really hope you liked this and that it sparked your curiosity just enough to stick around to read the whole thing. I'll post it in the next few days, I just have to write the end.

Whether you've read the whole post or just skipped to the snippet, thank you so much and hopefully I'll see you again! 💙🌸🙈

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practicecourts · 1 year ago

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Thank you @wearingaberetinparis, @mppmaraudergirl, @abihastastybeans, @annabtg, @missgryffin, @nodirectionhome-ao3, @eastwindmlk, @jamesunderwater, @glitterwitch1 @uncertainwallflower for tagging me. I want to read all of those wips of yours (and I wish you all the time to write for those!)

The Book Marauder (title might change- not posted)

Silent Night next chapter

Thoroughbreds don't cry (side snippets here and here )

.... Helena & her misfits > a crazy dark tale of Helena Ravenclaw and her bad choice in men.

TBM: I'm excited to get to the part where Lily has a big confrontation with James as well as ***** (redacted for reasons) and the stakes for each of them will finally be clear (which is not going to help anyone... but still) I know this is ridiculously vague but it is what it is.

Silent Night. I want something to happen, and I'm not sure how to fit it- and it is sad - so I'm stalling. (again I apologise for being vague)

TDC: I want to write the confrontations these two are going to have. I'm still undecided on some of the bigger directions this fic will have to go. I'm looking forward to Lily showing up on the Peverell training facility to find Remus gone and James (who is by that time a guy she slept with when she didn't know who he was) washing one of the horses. His shirt will be wet. see through. but she's a professional and only there to look at a lame horse's tendons... so what could possibly go wrong.

Helena... I am toying with the idea or Riddle flirting Helena's socks off so he can get his hands on the tiara. After a millenium has passed, she'd hoped men would have improved.

I think everybody has already been tagged so consider this an open tag for anyone who wants to do this... but if you haven’t and you want to;) @blitheringmcgonagall

@nought-shall-go-ill @velvethopewrites

@welsh-green @mabelexclamationpoint @maraudersftw @siriuslychessi

@turanga4, @celestemagnoliathewriter @bellairestrella @downn-in-flames

#tag you're it #wip game #tumblr polls

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bigalockwood · 1 year ago

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Hey hey Lia 💜,

I only just realised that you were doing the fanfic asks, so I am a little late, but I am wondering about 8,17, 18, 27, 29 and 37 ( I know these are a lot of numbers, so feel free to just answer the ones you want to)

Wishing you a so wenig stressig wie möglich weekend!

Sophia thanks for sending so many!! I love talking about writing 💜💜💜

8) Share a snippet from one of your favorite dialogue scenes you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

This took me ages to decide. I'm actually not even proud of it because I think it is necessarily particularly well written, but because it's a topic I have very strong feelings about and it felt so validating when I saw how many people resonated with it!

“No, you misunderstand, they didn’t out me. They just asked me about my sexuality and, you know, it was necessary. It’s the sort of thing they’d have to ask me for damage control.”

“Wille, I get that your life can be sort of strange at times and that it often follows different rules and all that, but that is, by definition, still what it means to be outed. I’m glad it didn’t feel like another violation of your privacy to you, but they still shouldn’t have done that,” Simon said, vehemently.

[...] “I’m sorry. I wished people stopped acting like they have any right to know our sexualities. [....]

17) Do you write your story from start to finish, or do you write the scenes out of order?

Depends on the story! Royally Whipped I'm mostly writing in order since I don't have much time to write the chapters, so I'll only write down ideas for future scenes. For my new WIP I've written parts of different chapters already. In the chapters themselves I jump around and hardly every write one in chronological order.

18) Do you use any tools, like worksheets or outlines?

No. I have a very, very rough outline, but it mostly only has specific scenes or emotional stages I want to write towards. I never keep to any outlines and overthrow them within minutes after making them, so I no longer bother with them lmao.

27) How do you feel about collaborations?

I did one ages ago, when I was still in school. It was a lot of fun and I'd definitely be open for it again, but it certainly takes up more time and you need someone you can trust in.

29) If you could write the sequel (or prequel) to any fic out there not written by yourself, which would you choose?

Honestly? The answer is none, just because I don't think I could do any of my favorite stories justice. Not because I think my writing is bad, but because I love them as much because of the special something they have thanks to the author who's written them. Wouldn't say no to a sequel or prequel written by them though asfdhsfdkja

37) Talk about your current wips.

I've briefly talked about my next projects here. But my BIG WIP's right now are Royally Whipped which is very close to being done (probably two more chapters) and then #Simon's revenge.

Some people have been asking for a social media chapter for RW, which is extremely flattering, and I love reading those, but don't even know how to begin putting one together. So, that might happen, if I ever get my shit together (or someone else volunteers to do it ahsjfdasj).

Simon's renevge is a AU where Wille isn't Prince (still rich tho) and meets Simon under... interesting circumstances. Simon is seeking revenge on someone else and poor Wille becomes emotional collateral damage. It'll be less fluffy than RW, though hopefully just as fun. It's very gremlin!simon (channelling all his dodgeball energy). I have a moodboard that I might post soon and maybe some snippets leading up to it's release, if anyone's interested.

#sillylittleflower #lias letters #talking shit for the hell of it

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strayruway · 4 months ago

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hi! first time really posting anything i made! this is gonna be entirely self indulgent angst cuz id not been feeling so great the past couple days when i initially started this like a year agoo.... might add to it and make a part 2/ actually complete it if anyone asks/ if motivation for this specific snippet pops up again, but either heres some angst✨

cw: mentions of sh, su!c!dal thoughts, angst with comfort!! gn!reader

they found them.

kirishima has a guilty but deeply saddened and worried expression. bakugo cant even look at you hes so pissed, but the way he clenches his jaw and glares at the wall so intensely speaks volumes in his own way.

You were searching for your notebook, the one filled with loose-leaf thoughts and writings, most less pleasant than others. As you were about to give up searching your dorm, the door burst open and Kirishima was trying to hold a fuming Bakugo back, but to no avail. Bakugo stormed in anyway, holding your notebook. Your stomach dropped in time with the way he slammed the papers on your bed.

all you could do was watch as he glared at it with an expression youve never seen before. he stomped over to your desk, crossed his arms, and leaned back against it. kirishima was frantically trying to stop him, hushed, urgent whispers telling him to be nice, or how they should apologize, nervously glancing between you and bakugo as he pleaded and begged the blond to calm down. every time his eyes met yours, there was this look of desperation and sympathy. ‘my heart goes out to you. forgive us.’ the flickers of his red eyes meeting yours is only for a split second, guilt gnawing at him and eating him inside out to turn back to bakugo to try again with increasing urgency.

bakugoss eyes meet yours for a second. a fleeting moment of him searching your face, before turning to look back out the balcony window with a click of his tongue. and just like that, kirishima knows hes lost, which brings us to now.

there isnt a doubt in your mind they read your musings. each one worse and more concerning the last. theres a reason you didnt show them. you all have hero training. youre just being stupid and just need to get over yourself. you dont have time to feel sorry for yourself. so what, it bubbles over and stains your skin? so what your pages reek of ink and copper from bleeding your heart out on them? forget it. dont cause a scene. youre just being dramatic.

“the fuck is all that”, bakugo grunts softly. well, soft for his standards. its still rough and mean, but the bite his words usually carry is more of a nip. its not so much his voice, but rather the question itself that nearly makes you flinch. kirishima catches your reaction and tries to intervene.

“Kats-“ “shut the fuck up, shitty hair! Answer the damn question, mutt!”, Bakugo snarls, once at kirishima, swatting him away, and then at you, his rage finally surfacing.

‘helpless’ is the word that flashes in your head when you catch the look in his eyes. a blazing fury of fear. “what the hell do you take me for, hah?!”, he demands, voice threatening to crack, and fists trembling at his sides.

‘im supposed to be the one in charge and looking after you, or am i not your leader? if you have an issue, come to me. its my job to keep you safe. is it not my job? am i not enough? why didnt you reach out?’ is what that translates to. ‘i want to help.’

“the fuck is that shit talking about, huh?! ‘im not enough’? ‘useless’?? ‘worthless’?!”, he echoes your writings and you just wanna curl up and let the ground swallow you whole “no, you dont get to try and hide from me. i already read that shit and were fucking talking about it now”, he hisses, lip curled in a snarl when you try to shrink away, trying to hide how bad you wanna cry.

kirishima catches the way you bite your lip and eyes water, and he rushes to your side, pulling you into a tight hug “bakugo, be nice, dude. i mean it”, he says holding you close. with your head held to his chest, you can feel his heart pound, and how hes activated his quirk just enough to keep steady. the blond growls at him defiantly, but ultimately clicks his tongue and crosses his arms, leaning back against your desk, unable to look at you.

“he means well...”, kirishima tries to reassure you. the redhead holds you close, one arm around your shoulders, his other hand rubbing circles on your back. you can hear and feel him search for words to say, but what does one say to a person after having stumbled on a collection of suicide poem after suicide poem?

kirishimas heart clenches and he holds you tighter. “please know you’re not alone”, he murmurs into your hair after a moment.

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#bakugou katsuki #katsuki bakugo mha #kirishima eijirou #mha kirishima #bnha x reader #angst

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swaps55 · 2 years ago

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I was asked for the “director’s cut” dissertation I have on this snippet, and I am easily enabled. So here we go. This is wildly self-indulgent writing thinky thoughts, so putting most of it under a cut. Spoilers for ME3-era Opus thoughts, but if you read the snippet you’ve already got some spoilers, and given I haven’t even started posting Mezzo yet, I challenge anyone to remember any of this by the time I get to it anyway. XD

Tagging @fyeahmshepkaidan @scribblesandknots and @flightofthefaeriedragon , who specifically asked for this and are about to have Regrets, sorry (not sorry).

Fugue completely rewired my way of thinking about Sam and Kaidan’s reconciliation in ME3. The game, by necessity, makes resuming the romance Shepard’s call – Kaidan says he is willing, and Shepard can choose whether or not to accept.

But grief changes people. And Sam and Kaidan have a long history and soulmate level connection to each other at the time of Alchera. Can you even imagine going through losing someone like that, clawing your way back to your life for two years, transforming yourself into something new against your will because grief didn’t give you a choice, only to have the person you’ve been grieving walk back into your life with open arms, because for him, none of it happened?

At first you might think the gut reaction is, “oh thank god.” They’re back! Everything can be okay again! But I don’t think so. You spent all that time fighting a war that…in the end didn’t need to be fought. You are bruised and bloody, bent into a new shape for better or for worse, and it turns out you didn’t have to do any of it.

You did it all for nothing. For nothing.

Where do you put that frustration? That anger? It wasn’t Sam’s fault. It wasn’t anyone’s fault, really. But that anger has to go somewhere. Walking back into that relationship with open arms isn’t possible. You’ve changed too much. To make it more complicated, nothing has changed about who Sam is or what he does. The stakes are even higher now, and the odds of him getting out of it alive are so slim.

Going back to him means setting yourself up to lose him again, only now you know what that feels like.

All this to say because Kaidan hurt so much for so long, when he finally gets there and gives in to the inevitable, he needs a moment of catharsis. A big one. He’s earned it.

But this is a surprisingly difficult thing to achieve, because ME3 is all about the weight on Shepard’s shoulders. The fate of the galaxy rests on him. There is no room to be the strong one, to be the comfort Kaidan needs, because he needs the same thing.

One of the really difficult parts of a relationship is handling the times when you are both on the downswing. It’s one thing when one person is hurting and the other is comforting, but when you’re both down the hole, there is no one to throw the rope and help you out. You now have to work together to do it, when neither of you are in a place to be the person your partner needs. That’s hard. It’s hard in real life, and complex to navigate in fiction.

This made it really difficult to come up with a way for the two of them to reconcile that respected their emotional needs. Fugue biased me so much towards Kaidan that I kept envisioning that reconciliation being centered on Sam comforting Kaidan in ways that weren’t addressing how broken and fragile Sam is in those moments.

But whatever the solution was, that catharsis for Kaidan was non-negotiable. He needed it, and I needed it for writing Fugue in the first place, lol.

One of the repeating narrative threads throughout Fugue was Kaidan dreaming about Sam being alive, only to wake up to the absence of him in the form of a still gravity well and a neatly made bed, two things that are impossible to have when sharing a bed with that man. So I have always, always, envisioned that moment where Kaidan wakes up for the first time and the dream…doesn’t end. Sam is there. The bedding is a mess. The gravity well is doing somersaults again. And then he rolls over, trying to figure out if he’s going insane or not, and gets hit with the first “Hey, you,” since Sam died.

But in all my daydreaming, that’s where the scene ended. ‘Hey, you,’ was such a significant moment in Sonata, that I was really enamored with the notion that ending on the ‘hey, you,’ would be a full-circle mic drop on the reader, and the narrative signal that everything was going to be okay. The problem with this is that it leaves Kaidan’s reaction to it up to the reader, and that’s ultimately unfair to Kaidan. He needs his moment of catharsis, and it needs to be in present action.

So in this snippet, I let the scene continue, because once I had the nature of their reconciliation figured out, this became the right moment for Kaidan to get that catharsis. The reconciliation will be driven by Sam’s vulnerability because it more or less has to be, and it forces Kaidan to play the part of the strong one when he isn’t. So when Kaidan gets that reality check – waking up and realizing the dream didn’t end – he gets to be the one who falls apart, and Sam, who got the emotional strength he needed the night before, is in a position to give Kaidan what he needs. It’s closure to the events of Fugue. The emotional breakdown calls back to the panic attack in Sonata when Sam was there, and the one in Fugue where he wasn’t. And letting it happen AFTER the reconciliation itself allows Kaidan to get what he needs while still being true to himself: He has always been Shepard’s guardian, the person who protects Shepard so he can protect everyone else, and he still got to do that when Sam needed it most.

Also, Sam gets to call him baby, something that he will deny if you ask him about it, and he will believe himself.

It was the, “Oh, baby. I have you. I’m here,” that drove me to actually write the scene. It popped into my head out of nowhere from someone whose only term of endearment is “Hey, you” and felt like the kind of out-of-character but perfectly in-character thing that only gets to happen once, so it happens when it counts.

#how writing is written #opus!verse

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moonheavens · 6 months ago

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I just read your author interview post and some of us haven’t forgotten about Casanova Remus! Still hoping you will post it one day!! How many fics other than that one do you have in progress on your drive? Because now I’m curious! 👀

hiii! oh man not you remembering project Casanova Remus (aka slutty on the outside but sad n depressed on the inside Remus) dfjsf.... that was a while ago truly so I'm surprised anyone remembers, but also I did blabber on about it for months on end while it was consuming my brain so. fair enough! I won't make any promises about it being published anytime soon but it has been on my mind again recently so who knows.

but okay if you are adamant on me exposing the ridiculous amount of unfinished WIPs in my drive to the world... who am I to ignore that? answer under the break (these are all wolfstar, btw)

I have one WIP that I'm currently actively writing, which is my fairytale/folklore AU that I spoke about HERE. It's going to be a long chaptered fic, fantasy themed with knight Remus, very plot-driven, but I won't reveal more than that because that would already spoil things! I have it entirely outlined and 30k written so far, and I'm really prioritising this in hopes I can start publishing somewhere in 2025.

I have three WIPs that are entirely outlined and are partly written, but that are on the back burner while I focus on the fairytale fic. These are: 1. casanova Remus — I spoke about this HERE (incl. snippet). I have 30k written for this and it's entirely outlined, and I am hoping to continue it someday. It's a modern day college AU, english lit student Remus x art student Sirius where Remus is... pretty much just a slut, but he has /reasons/ for it. the fic will have a lot of smut and explore desire and lust, but with focus on an undercurrent of vulnerability and repressing emotions and trauma. 2. dog fic — I have 15k written for this and it's entirely outlined, but I don't think I ever spoke about this bc it was supposed to be my entry for a fest I had to drop out of. it's a story about a grieving Sirius who helps Remus babysit/dogsit his family. it's about grief and loneliness, and allowing yourself to love again after losing someone, but it's also joyful. I want to continue this at some point, but it's pretty heavy to write so I need to be in the right headspace. 3. club fic — I spoke about this HERE (incl. snippet). I have 15k written and it's entirely outlined. this is probably the one that haunts my headspace the most; I think about this idea soo much and I definitely want to write it at some point. it's an established relationship story where Remus bumps into an old friend in the club, and relays the story of their relationship to them. one for the loser/wet wipe Remus truthers among us.

then I have four WIPs that are partly written but very low on the priority list. they are: 1. 9-1-1 AU — I spoke about this HERE. we have 15k written and it's entirely outlined. I probably won't ever finish this, tbh, because I co-wrote it with my roommate/bff and it feels weird continuing without her. besides, this would be a massive undertaking on my own and become a monster of a fic, so, definitely a challenge. but who knows; maybe one day... it was a lot of fun. 2. jealousy fic — I wrote this in late 2022 when I just got back into the fandom, and it's... not great, so it needs a lot of editing and re-jigging. but I like the concept, so I might pick it back up one day! it has 15k written, and is about Sirius exploring his jealousy in seeing Remus with a boyfriend, and having a consequent gay awakening. 3. scotland fic — I wrote 6k words in one day of this random idea I had, and I still quite like it. it's meant to be pretty short so this one might see the light of day at some point. it's about maintaining a relationship while living in a very conservative, homophobic village in Scotland and having to sneak around. 4. wedding photographer fic — I have 12k of this written and a few random outlining notes. love the idea but this is definitely low on the priorities list. about wedding photographer Remus getting his dream job, and his supportive boyfriend joining him for the ride, aka just 100% pure fluff.

then there are a few ideas I have randomly bouncing around in my brain, including a Rupaul's Drag Race AU, a Wolfstar raising Harry fic, a soulmate AU that doubles as a rebel fic, a fic with a "blind date" during a solar eclipse, and a House in the Cerulean Sea AU. but hey, ideas are always coming and going so who knows what will pop up or be cast aside! as I mentioned in the original "interview" post, I am very critical of my writing and an extreme perfectionist, so while it's fun to share these ideas and WIPs with you all I won't make any promises about which ones will eventually make it to AO3, or when. but I am always tinkering around in the background and one of my resolutions for 2025 is to try and be less self-critical and just post stuff, so :) I hope this kind of answered your question and that it wasn't too ramble-y, lol! sending love as always and thanks for asking <3

#ames asks answered #my writing #fic: hof #fic: si #fic: tmaylefg #fic: 911 firefighter au #wolfstar fanfic #wolfstar fanfiction

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nayvwriter · 6 months ago

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Writing Year In Review

I was tagged by @ninadove to share some snippets of my works from 2024! Expect a lot of nexomon fics showing up. I did try to not just pick nexomon fics...

January

Two fics to pick from, both full of persona 3 spoilers, but this snippet shouldn't be too spoilery:

I have been made a tapestry with but a stroke of pen, an agreement I cannot break until the very end.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/53223901 I am a tapestry, the only poem I've ever really written.

February

"But you don't need to worry about me," Elizabeth continued. "I'm not the one who called you here. I'm just here to make sure everything's stable." Then who had called us?

again... everything is full of spoilers...

https://archiveofourown.org/works/53536003 I heard you in a dream

March

nexomon time :)

Coco imagined Hope, their friend, at the mercy of a Tyrant. They were only a bronze tamer – they'd only been a bronze tamer for less than a week – they wouldn't stand a chance. He had to warn them. Coco ran. The Tamers made a brief attempt to stop him leaving the outpost, but Coco was faster than anyone there, unencumbered. All they could do was shout that he wasn't supposed to go that way – he knew that, thank you very much. He didn't want to be running towards a Tyrant either, but – he had to make sure Hope was okay.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/54633652 Hope's Renegades, which if you've been following me you've probably seen me talk about a LOT. my masterpiece, or so I like to think.

April

Omnicron's children still fought against the humans, yet humanity survived. Metta had been the first to take a human form, before Nara's 'death', justifying that perhaps understanding humanity would help Omnicron's line defeat them. The others picked it up afterwards – Omnicron called it foolish, and yet since nothing else seemed to stamp out the humans it was worth a shot. Nara, too, took up the habit, hiding away with the humans and teaching them how to work in harmony with Nexomon. And when the time came, her chosen human, Ulzar, led an army against Omnicron and his children. One by one, they fell. Ventra was defeated through her arrogance – thinking a mere human could never best her, she allowed herself to be disadvantaged, fighting in a great building she could not fly from. Arqua, they lured onto land through her rage, and killed her when she could not summon the oceans for her protection. Luxa was struck down as he flew in the skies, his huge size working against him as he was attacked from all sides. Fona carried his fire with him, so they fought him where nothing around them could burn, prepared for the infernos he would summon. Grunda they fought from the air, now open to them from Ventra's death.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/55292992 The Era Of Omnicron, nexomon again.

May

Didn't post any new fics in May (unless you count the incredibly spoiler-filled Amelie and Lydia ramble) but I did post new chapters of Hope's Renegades.

'Do you think they're dead?' Coco sent. 'Nora didn't know.' If they were dead, then – well, it could still change things. But at least they couldn't show up out of nowhere and take Hope away, like Hope had worried about in their darker moments. They didn't want to lose their friends. 'Is it bad that I'm more scared that they're not?' Hope sent. 'I don't know why you're so convinced your parents can't be anything good,' Coco sent. 'I sort of get it – I accepted a long time ago that mine aren't coming back, and Mentor is the only parental figure I need. I wouldn't want him trying to let me go. But I don't think he'd do that.' 'Maybe not for you, but I'm wondering if he might have known my parents too,' Hope sent. 'At the least, he knew someone who did.' 'Yeah… I don't know what to say to that,' Coco sent. 'But… you're fifteen and a gold tamer, and you have us. Your parents don't need to mean anything unless you want them to.' '…Thank you, Coco,' Hope sent sincerely. They wished they could believe that.

June

"I'm still scared," she confessed. "What's going to happen now?" "I don't know," Blue said. "But humans are survivors, right? We're stubborn, we don't give up. Whatever comes, we'll make it through, Nexomon at our side – I'm definitely not letting anything happen to my friends. I promise. And you're my friend too." "Thank you," Deena said. "I… we'd better get moving if we want to make it back before sunset." Seeing Blue's beaming smile, Deena wondered how she'd ever wanted to let this go.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/56962774 peppermint humanity

July

so many chapters of Hope's Renegades (LITERALLY EIGHTEEN POSTED THIS MONTH I was posting daily for a while). almost wanted to share something spoilery but I'm not spoiling one of my favourite games so have an out of context snippet instead

They all knew what this meant, knew the choice they were making for the first time, and made it freely. No matter what lay ahead, they'd face it together. The challenges ahead might be more dangerous than anything they'd faced, but they had each other now. As long as they were together, they could be brave, could be strong. Now they understood what had brought them so close, instead of worrying about the mysteries behind their connection or surrounding them all – for the first time, they had let go of that, and were free to give all they had to each other. Now they could trust one another with everything they were… it felt like together, they could face anything.

August

Nara saw the girl again – she'd almost been expecting it. And the girl didn't seem quite so startled, either. But it was winter, now, and the girl was bold enough to nod to Nara and continue hunting on the ground for anything edible. She frowned, examining a plant as if she couldn't tell if it was edible. Nara was pretty sure it wasn't. It was winter, now, but with the humans in such decline the Nexomon were hardly wanting for more. They could afford a few losses. And the girl… Nara sort of liked her. Nara made her way over to a bush that had a few leaves on it and tapped her hoof next to it, sending out energy into it. Within moments, the vegetation was leafy and plentiful, enough to fill the girl's entire basket. It wouldn't last, so she might as well take it now. Nara picked a leaf and dropped it into the girl's basket, then stepped back and pointed at the bush. The girl seemed incredibly shocked – and so well should she. This wasn't just mercy, but kindness. If Father ever found out… Well, maybe it would be fine? He didn't punish Luxa or Arqua too much for occasionally playing with their food. (But that would only work if she killed the human at the end.)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/58014205 brambles, tagged as 'fluff with an unhappy ending'. yes it's nexomon again.

there were a lot of oneshots to pick from this month. eleven, to be precise, as well as the last chapter of Hope's Renegades and the first chapter of its sequel, and that's not counting the meta posts. wow.

September

He woke up with a start. The first thing he did was look himself over. Four orange-furred limbs and twitching ears – a cat, huh? Hopefully this was normal, but he had the feeling no-one would pay that much attention to him anyway. The body felt strangely familiar, and he was easily able to walk around. "C'mon Coco," Ross hissed, poking him. "It's the big day, remember?" Coco, huh? Not a bad name.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/58663802/chapters/149475909 Coco's Purpose, which I swear isn't abandoned-

October

okay this snippet actually does have hollow knight spoilers

The Knight reached the central chamber, staring at the chains that would bind it. The feeling became too much to ignore. It was scared. The Hollow Knight didn't want to do this. But it had to. It wasn't supposed to have fear. It wasn't supposed to have wants. It wasn't supposed to be. It had been given no choice because it was expected to have no ability to choose… though would the Pale King still have gone through with the plan if he had known, and if it had chosen differently? It had never tried to tell him. Hallownest needed to be saved. It was easier to let him and everyone else believe the Hollow Knight was just that – hollow. (Though some of the Knights seemed to suspect otherwise.) It had to do this. The Hollow Knight would be the last knight of Hallownest, long after the others fell… remaining eternally on guard. Protecting Hallownest, the kingdom they could no longer hear, the kingdom they knew nothing of any more. They couldn't wait here too long. Without any external stimulus, the Hollow Knight seemed to lose track of time very easily, and it didn't want one of the Knights shouting down the hallway to check it was still there. It had never exactly followed mortal timescales one-to-one… nor had the King exactly, the Hollow Knight remembered sitting with him once and only realising it had been hours when Ogrim had come to find them. Perhaps that would make their imprisonment easier. The Knight walked into the centre of the chamber and let the chains wrap around its arms. It had brought its nail. It did not know why it had brought its nail. The King had trained it in battle to make it stronger, but it shouldn't matter how strong it was physically. It shouldn't matter how strong it was at all. But a lot of things shouldn't matter. The King had many backup plans. For the first time, the Knight wondered if it was making a mistake. But it was by now far, far too late.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/59872954 the sealing of the knight

November

She glanced back. Back, towards the direction she'd come from. Back, towards the settlement of humans she'd just left. They didn't know her, didn't know what she was – that she was supposed to kill them all. She'd called herself Rose, a temporary name after the colour of her hair. They'd trusted her so easily, as she walked amongst them. She had seen it all – the human's kindness, their hope, their tenacity even after everything they'd been through. What she and her siblings had put them through. Monsters. They were monsters, Omnicron and his children, waging war against humanity, and no matter how stubborn the humans were they couldn't hope to win. Not alone. Not when every spot upon the world was controlled by a child of Omnicron that could command the elements themselves. The sea, the sky, the caves, the forests, everything was under their command. She walked amongst the forest, looking at the sun streaming through the emerald leaves, trailing her hand across a tree trunk. She stopped and looked at it, her five fingers spread out against the dark brown wood. They were cloaked in golden gloves, the same shimmering colour as accented the true forms of all of Omnicron's children. She wanted to remove her gloves, feel the bark upon human skin…

https://archiveofourown.org/works/60790342 fading thorns, Nexomon, written for the 100 minutes challenge (which is very very fun)

December

New Wirral was about the most multicultural place you could imagine, with people from not only different countries and backgrounds but different worlds. As such, there were many traditions practised on the island, usually with whichever of your friends you could drag into doing it with you, and most of them weren't widely known. It didn't help that not everyone had the same calendar, having arrived from different times – people tended to either use their own personal calendar starting from the day they got here, or (more often, at least if they'd been here a while) the one Ianthe kept for the rangers so they had accurate records. As midwinter approached, those traditions started coming into play. Given the bleakness of the world, it was a clear time for celebration to lift spirits, and that meant a lot of occasions. Clemence started making a whole lot of cinnamon rolls to share out on the winter solstice. Eugene, once he found this out, volunteered to help – this led to several other people pitching in as well. Kayleigh joined as well, confessing to Cass that it felt really nice to help out without pressure on her. Snow started falling outside as they baked, and Cass took Barkley out to play in it, which he seemed to appreciate quite a lot by the sounds of the excited barking.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/61711540 Like Chimeras, Cassette Beasts, also written for the 100 minutes challenge.

My fic output has been increasing over time, but you can see a very clear uptick when I got into Nexomon. So many oneshots and an entire 138k longfic (with a sequel in the works). This fandom has sucked me in hard. It did, of course, help that I had a lot of free time around that time... it also really helped that there were people leaving comments on almost every single fic and every single chapter of my fics in that fandom. you know who you are <3

I can't think of anyone to tag, but if you want to do this, give it a shot!

#nayv original #writing #nexomon #ask game #well close enough #Hope's Renegades

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