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I am not trying to be disrespectful but sometimes you use big/sophisticated words in your cowboy fic (it's the first one I have read of yours and I am enjoying it a lot!) and it makes me think you use AI or something similar. Again, I do not mean this to be rude but I'm curious if you do.

i use 'big words' because i have a law degree.

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but what if i read one of your fanfics and then went to your ao3 accounts and read all of your fanfics and left a comment on every single chapter of every single one and you got spam emails from all of my kudos and comments and it made you smile, what then? what if i brighten your day with my words like you did mine, what then???

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WIP WEDNESDAY MEGAPOST

from at least july first. summer heat makes me so eepy... ah well, better late than never! these will be under a read more bc. bigg post

tagging/tagging back: @sylvienerevarine , @dirty-bosmer , @hannah-heartstrings , @druidx, @thequeenofthewinter

@azures-grace , @tea-me-and-salt , @priafey , @babyblueetbaemonster , and if I forgot you im so sorry ily and consider yourself TAGGED anyway!!!

wip 1

Despite the rest of the crew shouting I ran fast-- wobbling and feeling weak in the ankles-- towards the chute. Oakes was sliding but it appeared that he was feebly holding on and still sliding because of his sweating hands.

wip 2

“One of the knives is missing.” Wallace came, scowling and stoic as ever, into the main taproom where Lydia had been polishing a glass. She looked up, partly nonplussed. “Knives? You mean a kitchen knife or--” Wallace made a gesture with his hands. “A carving knife.” 

wip 3

Folmarv heard a voice pipe up from behind Delacroix. “Alphonse you bleeding heart! Let us not go about giving the younger soldiers hope that a mewling babe could survive a war!” Goffard Gaffgarion, a man fast becoming known for his ruthless manner on the battlefield, was at best six years older than Folmarv himself.

wip 4

Whether Julienne's alembic exploding was or wasn't his fault; that was beside the point now. Now? Volanaro had to worry about being relocated all the way to cold, blustery, miserable Bruma. How would he survive?!

wip 5

Feeling an exhaustion he hadn't known existed before, Baurus sat under the shade of the avatar’s wing-- leaning against its stony foot and staring forward.

wip 6 :3

You already have entreated with me. As he rested on all fours, the voice rumbled in his head. It seemed to come from all directions, even though Hashmal towered in front of him.

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They’re both trouble.

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Work-in-Progress Wednesday

Uh, hi. It’s been a minute since I have done one of these, but here I am. In case anyone wondered, I’m still hanging out in Anders hell. (It’s great. I love it here. Don’t look at my trash heap. Please come say hi.)

I also have some spicy Handers writing I’m working on. Badger me, and I’ll share some later.

Tagging: @caughtnyact @guacamolleee @starfleetteddybear @draco-illius-noctis @inkysqueed @theyearningghoul @redheadsramblings and anyone else who might be interested in this nonsense.

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WIP Wuesday

I know it's been a while since I did one of these, and I think some of you have tagged me while I've been gallivanting around doing nonsense! I tag @elavoria, @inkoherentwriting, @thequeenofthewinter, @moriche, @dirty-bosmer, and anyone else who wants to participate.

for your consideration i humbly offer More BG3 Nonsense.

“Forgive the interruption, daughter, but you seem troubled,” he said. “Can I offer any assistance?” Kestrel sniffled and wiped her eyes. “Probably not, but you’re kind to offer. This problem is pretty daunting.” The vicar sat and gestured encouragingly at her. “You’re welcome to tell me of it, if that would help in any way.” She should keep her mouth shut, she knew, but the words came pouring out anyway. “A child I know, an orphan, is in trouble,” she said. “She’s in the…keeping of a dangerous woman who could do her serious harm, and I don’t know how I can save her.” Vicar Humbletoes nodded at her, his face pensive. “That is troubling. There are far too many orphans in these dark days, and the law often fails them. Have you spoken to a family solicitor, perhaps, to challenge this dangerous woman’s custody?” “I don’t think a solicitor could do much.” She laughed weakly, but decided not to correct his assumptions. “I’m not related to the poor kid. Actually, I’ve only been looking after her for a few days, but…” A fresh burst of tears welled in her eyes. “She really did feel like a daughter to me. I even thought I might adopt her. Now she’s just gone, and I feel so helpless.” The last word came out as a sob, and she buried her face in her hands to keep from screaming.

(a lawyer will not be able to help in this situation. unless that lawyer is good at killing shapeshifting serial killers)

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WIP Wednesday

good afternoon dear chums. i am sick. therefore whatever i share this week may be incoherent but that is okay. thanks for the tag @dirty-bosmer!

here we see sophrine's daughter talking about daedric gender identity with an Apocryphal watchling

“Are you a girl?” The creature gave a small huff, like the question was too stupid for words. “I’m a daedra, child. If you see me as female, so be it. It makes no difference to me.” Juniper considered this, and nodded. “Are you going to eat me?” “Don’t be ridiculous,” said Chel. “The lurkers are the only things in this realm that can survive on human flesh–and even if I could, I’m not here to hurt you. Hermaeus Mora has appointed me as your guide.”

i tag @thequeenofthewinter, @oblivions-dawn, @inkoherentwriting, and anyone else who would like to participate!

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WIP Wednesday

Thanks for the tag, @babyblueetbaemonster! Tagging you back plus @inkysqueed @druidx @nerevar-quote-and-star @nostalgic-breton-girl @the-sunlit-earth and @katastronoot if y'all want to, plus anyone who does want to.

I've been working on something for the pinup challenge where Garrus catches Lecrinn robbing the count and her solution is to get in a pinup pose. Great job, girl, I'm sure he won't suspect a thing. XD But he does, banter, flirting, and shenanigans ensue. This fic has been so much fun to write. 🤭

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            “And why are you stealing it?”

            “Because the count deserves to be robbed,” she glared.

            Garrus was struck with surprised concern. “What did he do?”

            “Just trust me, he deserves it.”

            He caught the petty edge to her anger, brows lowering. “You’re still mad about what he said the other day, aren’t you?”

            “No one disrespects my friends but me!”

            “Yes, but you already told him off over it, quite scathingly.”

            “But he doesn’t listen to that, this,” she dangled the amulet, “he does.”

            He looked scolding, “Lecrinn.”

            “Shh!”

            “I’m sorry,” he looked worried. “And again, sorry, but I can’t let you leave with that.”

            Fist dropping to the table, she sat up. “And who said I needed you to let me?”

            “You don’t, but I do have to stop you.”

            Eyes narrowing, her lips curled up in a smirk. “Come and get it then.”

            He looked very serious before smirking back.

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Just a boy and some flowers

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marriage of convenience that slowly turns into a love marriage - but both of them believe is one sided is such a delicious trope

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I call upon the fan fic writing gods to bless you with the perseverance to finish one of your unfinished drafts. 

May your fingers dance along the letters upon your device with ease, may the devil of distraction stay far from you, and may your work not need much editing.

I pass this blessing upon every fan fic writer out there.

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There's a book that we had in our house growing up that I was obsessed with as a kid. It was just called "PAKISTAN: PAINTINGS BY LIN YONG AND SU HUA" and it was an art book of 100+ paintings/sketches by two Chinese artists who travelled thru Pakistan in 1978 and 1981, a sort of travelogue of their trip, and to little-kid me, it was some of the most beautiful things I'd ever seen. I have no idea why we had that book, but I would stare at it for hours, and it made me wish I could draw/paint/do whatever it was that these artists had managed to do.

Anyway, we've moved house a bunch of times and I lost track of the book and haven't seen it for probably two decades now. But I think about it now and again, and had struggled to find it over the years, but I finally, finally got my hands on a copy of my own and i want to cry haha

I was afraid that maybe the art isn't as good as I remembered, being just a kid and all, but I cracked it open and nope, it hits me just the way it used to. Maybe even more now. It's so fucking pretty. Have some random pages:

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pov my ideas fighting with eachother at 3am

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the bots are claiming to be co-authors now? get to fuck.

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occasionally I am struck dumb by the sublime beauty of the world in the small moments, you know?

egg

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writing tip: searching "[place of origin]ish names" will get you a lot of stuff and nonsense made up by baby bloggers.

searching "[place] census [year]" will get you lists of real names of real people who lived in that place.

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SpaceEngine and this photo of Saturn peeking around the moon inspired me and now I'm thinking about cosmic loneliness in Call of Honor.

I was toying with this already—in one of my many drafts floating around on my hard drive, I've got a line somewhere about Soap looking up at the sky and knowing that the stars there aren't his own. The formation and arrangement of these stars are crucial to life on this planet, just as much Earth to these people as Earth was to Soap...but try as he might, Soap cannot read the constellations gazing back down at him.

This place is Earth, but it isn't Earth. Familiar in a lot of ways—in people, culture, fauna, flora, geography—and differing in the same. The moon hangs a little oddly in the sky, filling up more of the night than Soap remembers. And when he really gets down to it, the sun—their Sun—isn't the same Sun either, is she? Sol-not-Sol.

Our sun is approximately four-point-six billion years old, and she has around four to seven billion years left to live. When was your sun born? If I look through a telescope at the right patch of sky, will I see my sun there? and how old will she be?

Gazing down the telescope, who would Soap see in the night sky? I think he would want to find out. An opportunity would be hard to come by—as crucial as astronomy is to Abbey, I imagine they closely guard the state of the art technologies and methods of study. The Academy of Natural Philosophy and similar institutions may have some small freedoms, but much is kept from the laypeople. It might take Emily's ascension for Soap to be able to truly catch a glimpse of their heavenly neighbors.

Mercury, Venus, Earth and Mars. Jupiter and Saturn. Uranus and Neptune. The eight sisters that orbit around our Sun. Are you an only child?

Soap understands it this way: all things are little components stacked together. He is (roughly) atoms stacked into cells stacked into an organic system resembling man. He is a product, inhabitant, and dependant of the Earth, who is orbited by the Moon, and who, together, orbit the Sun. Their solar system is, in of itself, a small cell in a massive web of stars and celestial bodies that compose their galaxy. And their galaxy, the Milky Way, is one of countless galaxies and heavenly bodies in the sea of the universe.

How many years does it take for light to travel across the breadth of the Milky Way?

He is not home. Not on his Earth, not in his solar system, maybe not even his own galaxy. For once, one of Piero's theories hold water. A different universe entirely? A different reality?

Soap doesn't know how far he is from home. Maybe physical "distance" doesn't even matter anymore.