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[cinis0]

Do y'all ever read a fic so good that it makes you want to elevate your own craft and also befriend the writer? It's almost like, "Hi! You write so well that you've inspired me to embark on a creative training arc. Also, can I yell about the character in your dms because you get it?"

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knowledge long forgotten

got really into reading item descriptions on this playthrough. anyway did you know the silent princess is one of the only raw materials with a cooking effect to not explicitly list that effect in its description

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Afterwards

Today, the 30th of May, 2025, marks exactly one year since I published the final chapter of This is an Adjuration. In recognition of this strange anniversary, I would, my dear, dear class, like to tell you another story.

Called many things—The Adjuration, "Freyja's fic," and The Damn Fic—This is an Adjuration is a 300k word beast of a story about grief and inevitably, yes, but mostly about love. About choosing to love, as a radical act of defiance, no matter the cost. I can, and will, talk about this book all day.

But I'm not here to do that. I'm not here to talk about the story.

Instead, today, one year since its completion, I have gotten out my keyboard to talk about writing it.

I have always been a story teller. A childhood spent inventing worlds and plots to pass the time in the woods. Scary stories around campfires. And when I was twelve, I took my first crack at writing a novel.

It wasn't very good.

But that feeling, that indescribable feeling of having written—it was the best feeling in the entire world.

So, I chased it.

I wrote everything, everything that I could. I wrote poetry, short stories, music. I attacked each piece of English homework with the tenacity of a rabid dog. I started writing fanfiction.

And then, one day, I got brave enough to start posting the fanfiction. To take the piece of my heart that I had carved out with a fountain pen and place it in the digital commons for others to read.

(It still wasn't very good.)

And I want you to know, I do not mean that as an insult to my younger self. They were doing the best that they could, and getting better at it day by day. But the work that I was writing as a middle schooler did, in fact, read like it was written by a middle schooler.

The comment section responded in kind. The internet can be a cruel place. But that didn't stop me.

Fast forwarding, I grow up. Life was what life is. Big and beautiful and painful and messy and—

For the sake of my dignity, I will skip the details; but by 2019, I was… not okay. More than not okay—I was bad. Very bad. In fact, I was actively suicidal.

I kept writing, though. Kept telling stories. Kept trying to make sense of the world through the eyes of people that don't quite exist. I don’t know why, not really. Maybe it was because reality was gentler, easier to swallow, through eyes other than my own. Regardless of why, I kept at it, a compulsion that seemed as inevitable as the dawn.

The world turns, and Freyja writes.

And I kept living.

More bad things happened. Some small, some life changing. And so much joy, and beauty, though it was difficult to see it at the time. But then the worst thing—out of all the terrible things I will keep to myself—happened:

I stopped writing.

I put the pen down. More than that, I wanted the pen gone. Broken. De-nibbed. I tore through my ao3, deleting work after work. I chucked notebooks in the fire. In hindsight, it was madness, but at the time the logic was painfully, brutally simple: my words were me, and I wanted me gone. I hated myself, and everything I touched. I bathed myself in shame, and rage, and I thought poison to be a shield against the weight of the world.

…It was a bad time.

Fast forwarding again. It's 2023, and Legend of Zelda: Tears of the Kingdom comes out. I play it, of course—LOZ has been a longtime love of mine. I could, and have, written entire essays on that game and its merits (and faults) but… what matters is that I felt it, that old love of storytelling, again. That feeling—it came back to me, playing that game. That old familiar feeling of a story welling itself up inside of my chest and begging to be let out.

I decided to be brave. I decided to pick the pen back up.

First, I wrote the ending, something sorrowful and tragic and final: the exact feeling inside of my own heart.

Then I wrote the prologue, that first step through a one way door for Link.

And I wrote, though I did not know it at the time, that first step for me as well.

See, what you have to understand about me, class, is that I get a bit too attached to fictional characters. I know that they aren't real, that they are constructed vessels for abstract ideas, but even so, I get attached. Very attached.

So with one hell of a story to tell about my dear friend Link, I had a goal. Simple, achievable, and brutal. I would tell his story, and then I would die.

Yeah… surprise, the damn fic started out as a very long-form suicide note. Started out, I say, because it didn't stay that way.

Link—Legend, rather—and I were bound together. He and I stumble into the narrative in the depths of depression and suicidal ideation, the only thing keeping him alive is the fact that he has too many responsibilities to die. The narrative (the act of writing it) gives both of us one more mark of accountability.

Legend is convinced that he will die on this quest. I am certain I will after it. Neither of us had any idea how wrong we were.

In the first chapter, the prologue, I sent us (Link and I) on a quest. His was to save himself. Mine was—I thought—to tell a story. There was a non zero chance that we both failed. The odds were stacked against poor Rulie, and the Chain entire. I hadn't written in years.

In the second chapter, I dragged Legend out of retirement. But more importantly, I dragged myself out of retirement. Adding a second chapter felt like a promise. A commitment. This wasn't just a few words slapped together anymore, this was a narrative.

And the narrative continued.

Chapter after chapter, I shouted into the void in a combined caterwaul of Link's struggle and my own. There were times it grew difficult to write. Arcs and scenes and deaths came that were a true struggle to write, technically, and emotionally. As I said, Link is, to me, a very dear friend. Hurting him so brought me no pleasure (though some of the class' reactions did spark joy—back to that later).

But the narrative continued.

There were days where I was the problem. Where the darkness in my own mind had claws. Where sharp objects and chemical induced oblivion sang like a siren. Life was too much, and too little, and I didn't want to be here anymore. On those days, I wrote twice as fast.

And the narrative continued.

Humans tell stories, you know? It's one of the things that makes us human in the first place: that driving need to weave tales, to search for metaphor and truth in fabricated reality. A tradition that stretches back to the first campfire, the first story.

The story teller talks, and the audience listens, huddled up together in the dark.

That was the image in my mind, as I posted chapter after chapter. I sat before a campfire, telling a story to myself, staring into the flame for fear of what could be waiting in the darkness.

And slowly, people came to sit next to me. They came in the form of a familiar username, leaving a comment after an update for the fifth chapter in a row. Questions. Debates between readers about theories. Drawn out conversation in the comments, breaks in the narration spent not with my own thoughts, but with the audience. You were there. Link and I were no longer alone.

Here, the pressure increased manifold. For adjuration is a word that means two things, and one of those things is a promise, solemn vow. The other is a plea, an earnest urging. I promised Link that I would finish his story, no matter what. I begged him not to leave me while I did. Link and I had a deal, an understanding even, writ large across the story in entire. That this—this work of fiction—is an adjuration.

And then there you were, class. And our adjuration expanded to hold you. "Don't abandon the story," you pleaded.

"I won't. I couldn't," I promised.

The adjuration went the other way, too. "Stay with me. Trust me. Come with Link and I to the end," I begged you.

"We're here. We're listening. Around the fire," you vowed.

And we all kept our promises, didn't we?

The narrative continued.

Somehow, readers became friends. Some of them became family. What was a collection of anonymous usernames are now—somehow—the people I love most.

I will not go on to highlight any specific person, any particular relationship. If I were to begin, I would not stop, and this would become a very long afterword. (Yeah, yeah "15 chapters," I know.) But if you are sitting here, wondering if I am talking about you when I speak of my friends that I made on ao-fucking-3… yes. Yes, I am.

I shouted into the void, and you called back.

Through over three hundred thousand words, eighty six chapters, and ten months, we saw the story through to the end. Link's journey was over. And as for me, well… I had finished telling the story. The metaphorical campfire banked low.

I looked up, at my audience, and I saw how many of you there really were. I tried to prepare myself for the dissolution of our fellowship. Our reason to be together was concluded. People that I had now come to know, to love, had no further use for me.

It was time for you all to leave.

But you didn't. You threw more logs into the fire. "Thank you for the story," you said. "Would you like to listen to mine?"

I would. I really, really would.

It's been a year, now. With no "use" to these relationships. You came for a story, I told it; when it was over, you stayed.

Writing that story was my purpose, for a while. My literal reason for living. Now, a year later— where am I? Who am I?

Well, if you read the Damn Fic, then you know. I am every version of myself that I have ever been. I am a kid who likes stories. I’m a student. I’m a teacher. I’m an addict. I’m staying up way too late writing. I’m in line for a ride with you at Disney World. I’m laughing at a stupid joke. I’m 16 and thinking I won’t live past 25. I’m on the phone with my friends, playing the dumbest game. I’m way past 25. I’m at yet another funeral. I’m at a wedding. I’m getting dumped. I’m falling in love. And I’m so much more, all at once.

And I'm still alive, here in the afterwards, one year past my expiration date.

I have so many more stories to tell you guys. I hope you like them. I hope I tell them well.

The narrative continues. I’m sticking around, and that is an adjuration.

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white day mizurui woaw

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April LU Write-a-Thon Round Up: 38,866 Words in One Day!

This April 1st, our regular LU Community Write A Thon (in which 85 players came together to write as many productive words as possible within 24 hours) was unexpectedly overtaken by Dink! Teams were created, the admin team was overthrown, and participants were given two choices — fight for good and Link with a positive wordcount, or turn to evil and help Dink (and Shadow) defeat him with a negative word count. We are pleased to announce that Link overcame in the end, but it was a close fight, and we can’t wait to host something like this again.

Credit to Mina and her wonderful team of artists for the spreadsheet and statistics (shown below). Superlatives were self assigned. Thank you so much to the mods for making this event possible, and to everyone for coming!

Winner’s Circle (Top 5 Most Wordiest)

On Team Link at 16,226 words, despite being a “Badly Behaved Radiator Prisoner” chained in the basement, “Writer of all Time” goes to @not-freyja!

On Team Dink at -14,708 words, second place goes to @glowingmin. Amazing job!

On Team Dink at -13,156 words, third place goes to @labyrinthdancer, as well as the title “Will Make You Cry!”

On Team Link at 10,201 words, fourth place goes to @marsnoodlesoup. Good work!

On Team Dink at -9,454 words, fifth place goes to @batrogers! Also earning “Secret Demise” for “turning people to the dark side.”

Clubs

This month, only two clubs were available: good and evil, courage and power, or as we called it, Team Link and Team Dink. Participants were allowed to choose their team, then went head to head in the battle to get the word count above or below zero. The team roster, and the amount of words each team got as a whole, are detailed below. 

Link Club (142,634 words)

Those that chose to fight for good.

@a-manicured-lawn got “Mowed” and is now “Bald” this month, according to multiple anonymous submissions. Good luck with that, Lawn.

“Cheerleader” goes to @bluevaractyl. 

@fithesworddweller was a “Night Owl” that “Sillied Too Close to the Sun.” 

@gurlgallade got “Creator of HYAHHH!” for convincing Link to repeat his famous catchphrase!

“Mildly Better Behaved Radiator Prisoner” was @hotcheetohatredwastaken. Hello everyone I have escaped, however my top hat is gone forever. I mourn it. 

@hyrulescarlet got “23 is number 1.” This is incomprehensible to us, but hopefully it means something to you. 

“Captain of the Stitch and Bitch” goes to @imperialkatwala!

@lennsart “Caught the Bus!” We’re all so happy for you. 

“The Fierce Deity, Actually” was @musical-chan unanimously. “Breadwinner” goes to @nancyheart11 for her lovely zucchini bread. @pepperpuppy417 earned “Cult Leader.” 

“Actual Angel” was @seatrisa. Also noted for giving HotCheetoHatred many hats (thank you)

@servinny was “The Hero of Locking In.” Good work, soldier. 

“Evil Twin,” to both nancy and gia, goes to @tashacee. Does that make you all triplets? 

“Stressed out Bunny Mom” goes to @toyouhellotoyouhowareyou!

@winterbird160 is “Tried Something New.” Amazing job, and thank you for joining us!

And finally, “The Most Well behaved Radiator Prisoner” goes to @winterfen. 

Additionally: @aeghina, @amayis-bigtower, @confuzzledment, @echoing--stars, @emtypaintbottle @frostedshadow, @hytiaa, @ilichilink, @lawyernovelist, @lemoncatssss, @linkiscool333, @marsnoodlesoup (winner’s circle), @mmelete, @not-freyja (winner’s circle), @pelicanpig, @poposusz, @rebornofstars, @respheal, rivernight (not on tumblr), @silverne-nonsense, @the-au-collector, @thejolteonmastertj, @twists-and-turns and @weavingstarlight

Dink Club (103,768 words)

Those that chose to fight for evil.

“Dink’s Silliest Soldier” goes to @bittirsweeter @cinis0 was “The Overlord's (mostly) loyal Knight.”

@gayferret420 earned “Spouse of My Dreams.”

@gia-d was, and always is, “Fishbun Fiend” for creating… that monstrosity. “The Overlord” goes to, obviously, @lunaopus for running the show last month.

@maddrumsticks2 “Gave Someone A Really Cool Sword” and they appreciated it.  

“Dark Nyastri” goes to @nyastri.

@playingforward was “so so so appreciated” for the part they played this month

“Quiet Club Devotee” goes to @silvrash-797.

@sksninja earned “The Quietest” yet still very appreciated Fierce Deity fan. 

“Carl’s Favorite <3” goes to @somanyfanficssolittletime for 

“Word Smith” goes to @somer-writes.

“Traitor!” unanimously goes to @starwolfie for switching teams from good to evil. 

“SPEEDRUNNER” goes to @vivalaplutothedashund for guessing the event’s Bit in 8 minutes. 

@whatvioletdoes-blog is “HYAHH!!” for obvious reasons. 

@zarvasace, as always, is “Spreadsheet Goddess.” 

Additionally: @artsyanonymity, @druidbottles, @glowingmin (winner’s circle), @harmonysixx, @kilgoreontralfamadore, @labyrinthdancer (winner’s circle), @life-in-winter, @nopenottodaysatan, @savimatteo2810, @sapphicseasapphire, @starlight-eclipsed, @straight-outta-hobbiton, @syan-id, sy__y_02518 (not on tumblr), @tassledown (winner’s circle), @undertheopensky, @writing-oof, and @woahtherebuckerino

Bingo

In this game, participants were able to fill out their squares for tasks including sharing a snippet, writing a comment, and “touching grass.” See the full panel, as well as who got bingos, below!

Our first bingo line and first full bingo were achieved by @cinis0!

Our first two lines were achieved by @labyrinthdancer

Cheeto’s infamous name was found by @noorahqar.

And the bit for the month (deleted by Dink once he took over the bingo) was found by @vivalaplutothedachshund! They also got bingo, congratulations!

Additional people who achieved bingo were: @artsyanonymity, @frostedshadow, @kilgoreontralfamadore, @maddrumsticks2, @thejolteonmastertj, and @whatvioletdoes-blog

Ending Notes

Thank you all for coming this month! If you find any typos or mistakes in this post—please feel free to contact @hotcheetohatredwastaken with your concerns here on tumblr or on discord!

Huge shoutout to the mod team (@not-freyja @hotcheetohatredwastaken @a-manicured-lawn @tashacee @winterfen @weavingstarlight @gia-d @zarvasace @lunaopus @hytiaa @shadedheart138, @whatvioletdoes-blog, @druidbottles, @cinis0 and @playingforward) for making this event possible! 

The May event will be held May 1st in CEST with the theme of Time and Termina! Can’t wait to see you all there! 

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Alone on a field, the two sides stood, opposed in views and morals alone. In personage, they could have been brothers, twins, although with a crucial difference; upon one side, stood the light. And in their shadows…

…cowered the dark.

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So uh. take this mini fic I wrote about the LU WAT chat lol. This definitely isn’t my way of telling some of my tumblr writer friends to join us next month, nooooo…

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The only reason you were taken off is because no one knows who you are dumbass

Hello everyone! A group of friends and I got into a discussion that spanned multiple weeks about the true definition of a "babygirl" in media. It started as a discussion of "babygirls" in Linked Universe fanfiction but soon expanded to mainstream media, and as such most examples are from this mainstream media for a wider audience (aside from War Crimes Warriors from Call Them Brothers by @wutheringmights, whose fabulous work sparked this debate). Please note that the definition is still under construction, and that all examples may not fit within it 100%, but I believe still generally match the vibes of babygirl. Now, without further ado:

Babygirl Definition

Committing/has committed war crimes (*)

Has Emotions TM about the war crimes

Usually male?

Is, at some point in his life, a sad wet cat (**)

Has experienced the Horrors (***)

Make the Horrors everybody else's problem

Attractive (????)

To fans: endearing but also frustrating, misunderstood

To non-fans: hateable

(Used to) have an ego/pride/"reputation" (which may lead to the aforementioned war crimes)

Has a vulnerability they're stupid about, are aware they're being stupid about it, and yet continue to be stupid about it (passion project, child, etc).

Babygirl examples: War Crime Warriors from Call Them Brothers, Jayce Arcane, Hohenheim FMAB, Zuko ATLA, Boromir LOTR, Elphaba Wicked, Anakin Star Wars, Odysseus, Bill Nye, Stanley and Stanford Pines Gravity Falls, Jamie Lannister, Obama, Howl Moving Castle, Katniss and Haymitch The Hunger Games, The 9th Doctor, Dean Winchester, Bucky Barnes.

(*) War crimes do not refer specifically to acts that violate the Geneva Conventions, but rather to any general act that would be considered inexcusable or otherwise extremely unsavory by the in-universe population. Ex: Jayce accidentally killing a Zaunite child.

(**) For definition of sad wet cat, just imagine a sopping wet cat caught in a sudden, unexpected rainstorm and you're there. A full definition list, like the one above, has not been made: but this term, generally defined, is a period of time in which one feels self-loathing, disgust, hatred, and powerlessness towards oneself, others, and/or the current situation at hand. Ex: Zuko's banishment arc

(***) A traumatic experience (sometimes more than one) that changes them irrevocably. It propels the character forwards into the plot in a way that they do not anticipate, enjoy, and/or completely understand, but have no choice but to adapt to anyways. Ex: Katniss' reaping Thank you to @bittirsweeteer @not-freyja @life-in-winter @elle-rosewater @hytiaa @cinis0 @anime-obsessed @whatvioletdoes-blog @lunaopus @glowmin @gia-d and @undertheopenskyfor contributing to the discussion, that was a fun few conversation (if I've forgotten anyone, please let me know). This is mostly being posted for my own amusement, but I hope that anyone else who stumbles across this post finds it mildly amusing! You're welcome to reblog with your own babygirls, lol

[cinis0]

Hello everyone! A group of friends and I got into a discussion that spanned multiple weeks about the true definition of a "babygirl" in media. It started as a discussion of "babygirls" in Linked Universe fanfiction but soon expanded to mainstream media, and as such most examples are from this mainstream media for a wider audience (aside from War Crimes Warriors from Call Them Brothers by @wutheringmights, whose fabulous work sparked this debate). Please note that the definition is still under construction, and that all examples may not fit within it 100%, but I believe still generally match the vibes of babygirl. Now, without further ado:

Babygirl Definition

Committing/has committed war crimes (*)

Has Emotions TM about the war crimes, often doubles down

Usually male?

Is, at some point in his life, a sad wet cat (**)

Has experienced the Horrors (***)

Make the Horrors everybody else's problem

Attractive (????)

To fans: endearing but also frustrating, misunderstood

To non-fans: hateable

(Used to) have an ego/pride/"reputation" (which may lead to the aforementioned war crimes)

Has a vulnerability they're stupid about, are aware they're being stupid about it, and yet continue to be stupid about it (passion project, child, etc).

Babygirl examples: War Crime Warriors from Call Them Brothers, Jayce Arcane, Hohenheim FMAB, Zuko ATLA, Boromir LOTR, Elphaba Wicked, Anakin Star Wars, Odysseus, Bill Nye, Stanley and Stanford Pines Gravity Falls, Jamie Lannister, Obama, Howl Moving Castle, Katniss and Haymitch The Hunger Games, The 9th Doctor, Dean Winchester, Bucky Barnes.

(*) War crimes do not refer specifically to acts that violate the Geneva Conventions, but rather to any general act that would be considered inexcusable or otherwise extremely unsavory by the in-universe population. Ex: Jayce accidentally killing a Zaunite child.

(**) For definition of sad wet cat, just imagine a sopping wet cat caught in a sudden, unexpected rainstorm and you're there. A full definition list, like the one above, has not been made: but this term, generally defined, is a period of time in which one feels self-loathing, disgust, hatred, and powerlessness towards oneself, others, and/or the current situation at hand. Ex: Zuko's banishment arc

(***) A traumatic experience (sometimes more than one) that changes them irrevocably. It propels the character forwards into the plot in a way that they do not anticipate, enjoy, and/or completely understand, but have no choice but to adapt to anyways. Ex: Katniss' reaping Thank you to @bittirsweeteer @not-freyja @life-in-winter @elle-rosewater @hytiaa @cinis0 @anime-obsessed @whatvioletdoes-blog @lunaopus @glowmin @gia-d and @undertheopenskyfor contributing to the discussion, that was a fun few conversation (if I've forgotten anyone, please let me know). This is mostly being posted for my own amusement, but I hope that anyone else who stumbles across this post finds it mildly amusing! You're welcome to reblog with your own babygirls, lol

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so I got into grad school today with my shitty 2.8 gpa and the moral of the story is reblog those good luck posts for the love of god

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Happy new year !

I was @cinis0 and @lunaopus's gifter in the Adjunation server gift exchange ! You two asked for some Wild content, so I delivered :D

(This is supposed to be in a "webtoon" format, so the experience will be better if you don't click on the images, I just couldn't make it one picture it was too heavy—)

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im gonna cry

Happy new year !

I was @cinis0 and @lunaopus's gifter in the Adjunation server gift exchange ! You two asked for some Wild content, so I delivered :D

(This is supposed to be in a "webtoon" format, so the experience will be better if you don't click on the images, I just couldn't make it one picture it was too heavy—)

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Thank god for Sketchfab. Drawing the car was so worth it

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add him to the pile :D

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Quick sl scar bc i cant sleep

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Ganon's Puppet — Zelda ⚔✨

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been playing botw lately