#SNARCASM

[themswritinwords]

The Hundred Fifty Seven Deaths of the Immortal Ethan Ellis: Cast profiles: Ethan Ellis

The man himself (Ethan) - he/him; 24 years old biologically, 310 years old chronologically; Quietly Depressed Optimist in Desperate Need of a Hug and a Nap

Depressed, traumatized, self-sacrificial, dysfunctional, exhausted--what's not to relate to love?

Just woke up during his own autopsy. That's definitely not going to unearth any poorly-buried Issues!

What do you mean endless gallows humor and self deprecation aren't healthy coping mechanisms?

*slaps bruised and blood-stained noggin* This bad boy can fit so much mental illness and metaphor in him.

The result of a necromancer-wannabe's attempts at immortality; ex-human-guinea-pig with all of the attendant moral, philosophical, and psychological conundrums that come with death being a temporary condition.

One of three "successful" experiments. The other two adjusted pretty well, all things considered. Ethan did not.

Alas, they didn't have therapy in colonial America. You know what they did have, though? An abundance of dangerous life paths and causes worth dying for. That's not gonna reinforce any dangerous thought patterns or unhealthy mental states, I'm sure!

Longest streak between deaths has been just shy of 4 years. All but one of them has been his own dang fault. He is fully aware of this, but in a deeper sense, he is entirely unaware of this.

Always cared more about others than himself. This got infinitely worse when he realized he could die without consequences (supposedly).

Animals hate him! and no that is not just the start of a clickbait article. Every animal he's met since getting immortal'd has tried to put him back in the ground. He used to be a cat person, though.

Chronically friendless and self-isolated. People don't handle the dead guy coming back to life very well, and he's gotten more than one witness in life-ruining trouble by reviving in front of them. He finds it easier to just stay away from people on all but a surface level. (Again, I can't imagine that's going to cause problems down the line....)

Travels like an overripe peach, which is to say he is the King of Motion Sickness

Repeated resurrection has turned the man into a caloric dumpster. Over the course of a day and a half he consumes ~30 chicken nuggets, four burgers, a large fry, a medium bag of chips, a popsicle, and half a cup of ice and he's still desperately hungry.

Flip flops between annoying little brother energy and annoyed big brother energy depending on who he's arguing with at the time.

Wants: Everyone and Everything to leave him tf alone (also a shower)

Needs: One good reason to live and way fewer reasons to get himself killed

Immediate goals: Keep his only friends from getting dragged down with him and all his issues

Long term goals: None, and that's rather the point (not that this is a recurring theme in my characters or anything....)

Character arc can best be described as: that quote that's like "Dying is easy, living is hard;" the shift from hope, caring, and love as passive traits to hope, caring, and love as active choices worth making

Favorite things about writing him

The Catharsis. There's a reason so many of my OCs end up with mental illnesses and unhealthy patterns of thought. Ethan is just the most explicit of these self-inserts.

The snarcasm and humor were both challenging and so fun. I'm not a witty person by nature, so it took a bit of perspective shift to get right. I think I got better a dialogue overall by writing him.

He's a very internal and thought-ful person, and it was an interesting balance to write. He always thinks more than he says and feels more than he thinks.

Not to toot my own horn, but his third act breakdown and "Oh Sh*t" moment were a delight to write and some of my strongest writing moments.

His voice is very informal and sarcastic, and it was fun to write genuine horror in a goofball, this-might-as-well-happen sort of way.

[boyakishan]

It's called target audience. And personal style.

Target audience.

If you're aiming for more sexually mature audiences (read, porn), you'll be descriptive, have a realistic ish setting and reasonable ish story.

Fantasy? Realism, within arm's length.

Political drama? Burning garbage can of connections.

Etc etc.

Personal style.

How you achieve that bullshit, greatest... Adjective here.

All depends on you.

Dramatic and full of flair?

Snarcasm?

Who knows.

Tldr:

Everything, beyond making the story readable (D0n† ®|gHt like this all the damn time [I'm not sitting through to write that.]), Are rules. Unlike laws, which can't be broken. If you wanna write a story of only nouns, go do that. Good luck writing stupid shit.

Remember, a dozen terrible drafts is better than a dozen blanks.

Every 21st century piece of writing advice: Make us CARE about the character from page 1! Make us empathize with them! Make them interesting and different but still relatable and likable!

Every piece of classic literature: Hi. It's me. The bland everyman whose only purpose is to tell you this story. I have no actual personality. Here's the story of the time I encountered the worst people I ever met in my life. But first, ten pages of description about the place in which I met them.

[dsetc2l]

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[high-quality-tiktoks]

I’VE SPENT LITERALLY THOUSANDS OVER THE COURSE OF MY LIFE

[equallyloyalandlethal]

Steo Drabble #2

“Damn it, Theo. Just hang on, okay?” Stiles pleaded, his hands sliding against the chimera’s blood-soaked chest as he tried to compress the gaping wound in his side. 

A weak chuckle answered him, pushing another wave of blood out of the hole. Stiles groaned, tears falling down his cheeks, falling to his boyfriend’s chest only to be swallowed by the gushing sea of red instantly. This was not okay. Not in the fucking least. 

“Did I do good?” Theo asked, words airy and breathless for all the wrong reasons.

Stiles almost jumped when the chimera’s bloody hand squeezed his arm. It was weak, but the attempt was there, and that was all he cared about. The bastard was strong enough to snark and attempt reassuring gestures. He shifted, putting the full weight of his upper body on the wound, forcing a pained hiss from the man beneath him. His arms shook beneath his weight as he pressed down, leveraging all his hundred and sixty some pounds into the motion.

A noise somewhere between a snarl and choking back tears welled out of him as he glared at Theo, “Shut up, asshole. You’re not getting a thank you for trying to die, again. We talked about this whole martyrdom thing. I’m not into it, otherwise I’d be dating Scott instead.”

“Told you not to fall in love with me.” 

Risking snarcasm being his final words to Theo paid off, a light smile parting his lips. Honestly, it was verging on gross, with the amount of blood spread across his teeth and the discoloration scattered over the too-pale-from-blood-loss skin, but all he saw was Theo. Beautiful, stupid, reckless, self-doomed to constant near death experiences Theo.

“And what did I say back?” Stiles asked, struggling to keep his face from twisting as his hands slipped again. 

Theo’s eyes softened as his grip tightened, though his voice was weak, “Too late.”

Stiles nodded with his whole body, sending his tears flying. He had been ass over teacup for Theo since the first time he saw him. There was no stopping them from existing without wiping the chimera from the face of the planet and time, which admittedly was possible, thanks to the Wild Hunt, but even then Stiles would fight tooth and nail to get him back. 

“That’s right, so shut up,” he said, bitting at his lip as he glanced down.

The gaping hole was smaller, overflowing with a steady a trickle as opposed to the torrent he’d originally been dealing with. A trip to the hospital was still likely, if only for a transfusion. There had to be half a body’s worth of blood around him. A relieved sigh nearly toppled him over.  

“No dying,” Stiles said, dropping his forehead to Theo’s. “Not today, not tomorrow, not ever. You hear me?”

Theo shifted beneath him, hand coming to rest in the crook of Stiles’ neck, likely feeling the pulse. He knew his heartbeat was settling to the chimera, no matter how erratic or inconsistent it was at times, so he let him, despite the tackiness of the drying blood on his skin. Some things were just too gross to get used to, regardless of how often he came in contact with them.

“I’m a chimera, not a vampire,” Theo said, a little huff punctuating the words, telling Stiles he was smiling despite the dead pan tone.

“Don’t care, figure it out.” Stiles blindly flicked his arm.

“As you say, oh mighty human.”

The light laugh wheezing out of the man beneath him made Stiles’ head spin. It was a pitiful sound, so near to being broken and weaker than water’s alcohol content, not the kind of thing anyone in their right mind would fall in love with. But Stiles’ had no concept of what the right mind was. Not then and not even when he was ten. All he knew was that he loved the idiot excuse of a supernatural creature below him with every fiber of his being, and had since before he knew what the word really meant. 

“Damn right.”

[snictionary]

snarcasm

/sn ɑːkaz(ə)m/

noun

A combination of snark and sarcasm. Especially typical for Severus Snape. 

I’m learning loads from professor Snape but he could tone down the snarcasm when teaching 11-year-olds. 

[wayfaringmd]

Oh Friday, how I love thee.

**especially when I’m the only doctor in the office**

—-Snarcasm—-

To give you an idea of the craziness of today,

I had a guy with a cough who gave me an “oh by the way I’m suicidal” as I was literally walking out the door,

and a lady in for blood pressure med refills that I realized had been on iron for like a year from GYN and her hemoglobin hadn’t been checked and SURPRISE it’s 6.5!

And an old lady here for hospital follow up who fell and broke 4 ribs, got a concussion and pneumonia who now has an incidental finding of fairly serious hyponatremia and a surprise kidney mass seen on imaging that no doctor in the hospital told her or me about. There’s no mention of it in her discharge summary. She happened to read it on the reports of her scans (that I also didn’t have access to).

And to top it off, a case of chicken pox.

[disappearinvisible]

Incoming hurricane?  Fun.  Could not have happened at a better time. :P

[rebelgirrll]

[[Bronya isnt here so Lynera gets the full brunt of her rebellious teen snark and sarcasm 

snarcasm.]]

[seltzerlizard]

Phone Evolution (by MsBlueSky)  It's eerie that the 'future' phone is exactly like all the phones everyone in the world uses now, here in the FUTURE!!!

[snarcasmic]

Cleaning up after 2018

Friend: um dude, where should I put your 2018 resolutions you didn’t do? They’re fricking all over the place.

Me: just put them over there next to all those sporting awards I didn’t earn and the Nobel prize for ending world hunger I didn’t receive.

Me: no, that’s the doctorate degree in medicine I didn’t go for, and that’s the humanitarian award I never got. Jeez. Use your eyes!

[flarebossmalva]

when will us nasty lesbians stop oppressing the agenders

[miss-rumphius]

My favorite made-up word is Snarcasm. It's a combo of snarky and sarcasm. And it means snarky sarcasm. Otherwise known as, how I respond to everything.

[viva-la-dalish-blog]

benefaris replied to your post “You love Solas xD”

PSH WHAT? REALLY? YOU?

NOOOOOOO. MY SECRET’S OUT. NOW THE WHOLE WORLD KNOWS.... I FUCKING LOVE ELVES.

[dialechotty-blog]

Snarcasm

The perfect word to describe me. Honestly, that's about all you need to know...

[snarcasmic]

Sometimes I think bipolar I and bipolar II got together and had ME.