#cadmusfly

[the-adventures-of-lydia-brown]

what have you witnessed of the dead frenchmen that you have met? what are your opinions on them?

Hmm, let me think...

I met Monsieur Bory first and I found him most agreeable. I can relate to his curiosity and scientific excitement very much. I wish him nothing but the best of luck in his future endeavours.

... Marshal Soult, the Duke of Dalmatia. As proud as he is competent, and twice as intimidating. Honestly, I was a bit afraid he'd just send me away as fast as I came when I announced I could provide musical support, especially as I wasn't exactly sure about the specifics myself. I have to say, I was really relieved that my assumption regarding this realm proved correct and my presence was actually helpful. I can't imagine how his aides maintain their cheerful attitude and continue to get into trouble occasionally... But then again, maybe I'm the one who's too easily affected by the expectations and demands of those around me...

I cannot leave out the one who stood up for me in the above-mentioned situation, Marshal Lannes.

Steady as a wall of stone, ever the shoulder to lean on (- even stand on. From this point of view, he truly is a giant -)

I really hope he has someone to share his troubles with, if or when they are too much for one man to take, I hope he has someone who truly understands him.

Someone not unlike General Duroc, the Duke of Frioul. But he, too, would and did tear himself apart to make sure everything goes smoothly and no-one else gets hurt. He lays so much weight on his shoulders - shoulders that, when last I left him, didn't even have the corresponding limbs attached. He deserves his rest. His value does not only lie in his silent, often thankless endeavours.

Thus we get to the King of Naples, to Marshal Joachim Murat, whom I didn't have the chance to meet until the mission was over. His reputation preceded him to me and is quite correct. Sparkling, flamboyant and a free spirit, he seems very wholehearted about all he does. I'm... really glad he didn't take offence when I... yelled at him. I suppose when you're accustomed to throwing yourself into danger, you inevitably tend to get a little more casual with potential hazards...

Now we get to the people who aren't exactly frenchmen and those I haven't exactly met.

First of them, the Queen of Naples, Caroline Murat. A formidable lady, confident and able to sway many situations the way she wants. But I think most often what she wants is simply whatever's best for the people she loves.

Then Louise Soult, who, when I saw her, was taking care of little Helene. She looked really proficient. I must admit the responsibility of taking care of a child intimidates me a little personally - one must have empathy, attention, think strategically and often outside the box! But little Helene did seem to be a darling, definitely taking after Duroc in her cheerful nature...

Which brings me to the last person, one I haven't exactly met, but one I can still claim to know something about - Marshal Bessières, the Duke of Istria. Reserved, passionate, sociable, reclusive, immaculate, flawed - quite aware that the world is a stage, ready and eager to play his role. To have one's demons manifest so physically... I can imagine he must have squashed them under his heel whenever they threatened to rear their heads, unsure where he can let them out, when he can be fully himself, ever vigilant, ever cautious.

I do hope one day he realises many of the eyes that regard him are much kinder on him than he thinks, at least here, in this afterworld.

I would ask you one thing, my friend. Do not actively bring this letter to anyone's attention, especially not the ones mentioned here. If they find out, they find out - I have nothing to truly hide, but still... these are just my incomplete, flawed, biased impressions. None of them are set in stone and the less words I can be held to, the better.

Take care,

Lydia

[lunarsands]

🎀🎈💌

🎀give yourself a compliment about your own writing

I think I did a fairly good job at writing a genre I haven’t tried before – the experiments with dipping my toe in the waters turned out decent, and now I feel more confident about a WIP which is currently in the worldbuilding stage.

🎈describe your style as a writer; is it fixed? does it change?

I would say it’s fixed, firmly in the realm of narrative and descriptive - I enjoy painting a picture of scenes involving a character’s emotions and the energy they’re putting out toward the other characters around them. Granted, I struggle with some descriptions (describing clothing, my beloathed). I like writing dialogue, as well, to the point where scenes will just keep going because the characters will keep right on talking.

💌share something with us about an up-and-coming work (WIP) that has you excited!

I FINALLY STARTED POSTING THE BIG MULTI-CHAPTER PROJECT !!! (It counts as a WIP because some chapters are still in progress.)

[acrossthewavesoftime]

hell yeah, i will now proceed to simp samuel graves - but this brings me to another question, who is the lamest person in the 18th century

The lamest person in the 18th century?

Hm, that is a good question indeed, and a highly subjective one! I think everyone may give a different answer here, and it's a question of personal interest and -judgement of character.

Personally, I don't care much for George Washington, but not because I find him particularly boring, as the term lame implies. I just think he's woefully overrated.

If we're talking lame as having a connotation more in the vein of 'vanilla', it's William Howe. The juicy affairs (there are at least two women he's speculated to have had affairs with, the most well-known one being Elizabeth Loring) may never have happened. Instead, the man wrote 20+ page-long letters to his wife at home. Given that the Howe family was very close-knit and harboured a collective sense of antipathy for a serial philandering brother in law, I am not quite convinced Howe would have committed the same error. So, the man's private life was probably not half as juicy as contemporary satire and modern speculation made it out to be.

Sorry if my answer isn't quite as satisfying as you hoped, but I am happy to have interested you in Samuel Graves! :-)

[alanshemper]

Hi! I absolutely love @chatgpt-agreer and @chatgpt-disagreer - can we interact with them via asks or @-ing them?

Thank you!

Unfortunately not! They both got flagged a while back by Tumblr's spam filter, so it's not possible to @ them or send them asks (and their reblogs no longer show up in the notes)—what is sometimes referred to as 'shadow banning' by some users. I've asked Tumblr support for help, but I haven't gotten a response yet.

[screechfoxes]

(Sentence meme) 🌹🌹🌹

His expression turns far away, wistful, the nostalgia for a life that never could have been his. It makes you want to snatch the mask from his lap and press it against his face until you could no longer recognise his expression in the mirror. You continue to paint.

[nordleuchten]

(Get to know me game) Abelia, Edelweiss and Jasmine!

Dear @cadmusfly,

thank you for the ask! 😊

abelia ⇢ do you have a particular piece of jewelry you always wear or can’t part with?

Yes, I do have! I have a rose quartz pendant in the shape of a little angle and you will very seldomly see me without it.

edelweiss ⇢ how’d you think of your url/username? what’s it associated with to you?

I chose my username because it was still available and because it reminds me of the sea and my home, lighthouses and the northern lights.

jasmine ⇢ do you have a movie or book you loved but will never watch/read again?

I do not think so. If I really like something, I will watch or/and read it over and over again. I just recently bought a copy of one of my favorite books from my childhood that I had given away many years ago but soon realized, that I really needed it back.

[goldnnavy]

(Vibes ask game) A cozy yet eclectic library with a prominent nautical history and general history theming with a few computers hooked up to the rest of the internet~

Oooh... I love how I can visualize this. (And I can say that it can also apply to my mind as well.)

[rezmacro]

re: your tags about the cash shop scythe - there's a seperate version for different classes, and when reaper was released they released one for reapers! it's called the Blackbosom Void Reaper

did they always have a separate one for every class?

sure its sus to have six different things, but even worse, i dont have the glamour chest space for all that shit

[josefavomjaaga]

Dragon AU fluff (involving Mortier)

A rather pointless fluff scene, inspired by @cadmusfly's dragon marshalate AU. Basically a dragonized version of what might or might not have happened in 1798/9 Koblenz. I'm not sure if I've taken too many liberties with the world's rules and general settings, if so, please pretend it's all just a misunderstanding by humans with very little knowledge and understanding of these things.

-

„Girls!“ Anna-Margarethe yelled, her voice echoing through the house. „Run and hide, girls! The French dragons are back!“

Eva heard the desperation in her mother's words, the tears barely held back. She shooed her younger sisters down the ladder into the basement, where they would be safe until the danger was over. Then she closed the door and went to find her mother in the kitchen.

The inn „Zum Wilden Mann“ was quiet, its rooms empty since the last French troops had moved out. They had occupied the inn for quite some time – and for free, of course - until being called to join a larger army gathering nearby. An army with several dragons, and those, on their arrival two days ago, had scared Eva's poor mother almost to death.

They seemed so much more ferocious. The dragons in the Austrian army they had seen earlier had always been accompanied by several Habsburg Dragon Wardens and had never dared to as much as look too closely at the humans living in Koblenz.

Not only did French dragons roam around freely, often even without any rider, they even held titles and military ranks within the Revolutionary army. They commanded soldiers! One of the dragons had interrogated Eva's mother, and she claimed to still have a headache from hearing his booming telepathical voice echoing through her thoughts.

„Mum? Will you be alright? Are you sure the dragons are back? It's still dark outside.“

„Oh, I saw him well enough.“ Her mother gave a nervous laugh. „He was hard to overlook, the beast must be as big as our house. He's just landed on the pasture, in front of the cowshed. Probably to get the last of our cows, after he devoured the other yesterday.“ Eva saw her shaking.

„Somebody should go out and ask what he wants“, she suggested.

„No. I'm not going out there! Just let him eat poor Gertrud and be done with it!“ She started sobbing uncontrollably.

Usually, Eva was not somebody to take the initiative. On most occasions, she was quite happy to let others make the decisions and to fade into the background. But seeing her mother in tears strengthened her resolve. Without a word, she turned around and left.

There was still one large ham left in the larder. They had kept it hidden from their French guests. But sacrificing it to the appetite of the dragon lurking on the pasture behind the house would still be preferable to loosing their last cow.

Carrying the ham in both arms, she ran out through the backdoor. Morning dawned on the horizon.

Eva stopped hard in her tracks. When her mother had estimated the dragon to be as big as their house, Eva had naturally assumed her to exaggerate. None of the French dragons she had seen before had been much bigger than a horse. Maybe a ´small carriage. A hay wagon, at most.

But this one was … huge. He covered half of the pasture, cowering on four legs and, at least that's the impression Eva had, trying to make himself as small as possible. He had his tail curled up around him and his wings neatly folded on his back.

To Eva, it still looked as if a mountain had grown out of the ground.

The idea to feed this … thing with the tiny ham she carried in her arms suddenly seemed ludicrous. Even a cow could not mean more than an appetizer to him.

„Excuse me?“, she said nevertheless. „May I … uhm … help you … sir?“

-

He heard a voice calling for him, somewhere down in the shadows. Mortier squinted. It was a young woman, tiny as all humans. Though this one looked small and fragile even by human standards.

Her voice however pleased him greatly. It reminded him of birds singing in the trees in spring. Mortier liked those little birds, especially when they were singing.

He lowered his head carefully, so as to not scare or hurt her – he sometimes found it difficult to correctly estimate the distances when dealing with humans. He once had knocked over half a batallion of grenadiers just because he had not been careful enough with his tail.

Things like that embarrassed him greatly.

Good morning, Mademoiselle. - She had adressed him in French, so obviously she knew the language. - Very pleased to meet you. I hope I did not wake you up? Apologies for calling on you so early in the morning. It was the only time I was free. And, to be honest, a soldier's sleeping schedule tends to be thoroughly messed up. - She nodded, but did not reply. Maybe he had already scared her. Mortier wished he was a little less clumsy. - You see, I've come because of your cow.

-

Eva was stunned. Never had she expected a dragon to be that … polite. Considerate. Almost nice. As a matter of fact, this soldier dragon seemed a lot nicer than most human soldiers she had met over tha last months! If one ignored his size (admittedly, that was more easily said than done), he did not even look all that threatening. Maybe it was because, while his long body was covered in reptilian scales, some brown, fine fur spread from his long snout over his enormous head and down his chest. The two large horns winding backwards and down from the top of his head gave him the look of a large, floppy-eared dog.

Unlike her mother, she also found hearing the dragon's voice in her thoughts far from unpleasant. To the contrary. It was a warm, guttural … sound, for lack of a better word, that reverberated through her and made her feel safe and relaxed.

The feeling evaporated as soon as the dragon mentioned poor Gertrud.

„Please“, she blurted out, „do not eat Gertrud! She's the last cow we have!“

He seemed astonished, almost shocked. - What? No! I didn't mean to eat your cow. I came to apologize because I ate the other one yesterday.

„Oh. So you did eat Bella?“

The dragon gave a sheepish nod, the movement causing a draught that made Eva's hair and skirts fly. - But merely because it was the only food I could find close by. I have a lot of work to do here, so I need to keep up my strength. If not...

Eva nodded. Everybody knew about dragon stupor.

But I did not mean to cause you any grief. So I wanted to let you know that as soon as we have got some cattle from the Austrians, I shall send you another cow to replace the one I ate.

„How kind of you to care. This would indeed help us greatly. You see, since my father’s death, my mother had to run the inn alone, with only us girls helping. And war has not helped business, as you can imagine.“

I can! - Again the excited nod, this time the draught almost made her stagger backwards. - So you are all alone here, only women in the house? With all those soldiers roaming about? But that will not do, that will not do at all! I’m afraid for your safety. Shall I send you a safeguard? Some trusted men who would make sure nobody bothers you?

The offer rendered Eva almost speechless. This was the nicest soldier she had met so far! „We’ve had some problems in the past, that is true… Could you really do that?“

-

The girl looked up at his face with huge brown eyes full of trust, gratefulness and … well, something that bordered on admiration. Or at least that’s what Mortier chose to see. It was a very flattering feeling.

What a nice girl this was. Now he felt twice as bad for having eaten her cow yesterday. But he had been so damned hungry. Truth be told, he still was. He always was. Given his size, he could have eaten half a dozen of cattle – but what would be left for the humans then? Resources were always scarce. So he usually restrained himself to what was strictly necessary in order to keep him going. He had gotten used to his stomach constantly growling, and to feeling a little dizzy and sleepy most of the time, because whenever he strained himself even a little too much, he was immediately on the edge of falling into stupor.

But how could he act otherwise, when truly satisfying his hunger meant hurting innocent little humans like this girl?

Of course I can give you a safeguard, he bragged, raised his head a little and carefully clawed at the fur covering his breast. - I’m a general, you know. They gave me a sash and all. I’m wearing it now, but it always gets lost in the fur.

He discovered the large tricolor sash, twisted and out of place as usual. - Could I ask you a favour, Mademoiselle? Would you be so kind as to properly rearrange it for me? That’s the kind of thing I will never manage to do with these claws… Oh, but I see you are carrying something. Is that – is that a ham?

Mortier’s stomach gave a painful little growl.

-

Eva found her situation rather surreal. Here she was, on a dark pasture with a dragon looming over her, and having a polite conversation. The most surreal thing, of course, being the fact she was thoroughly enjoying herself in the presence of said dragon. His awkward attempt at correctly placing the signs of his military rank on his chest were so cute she immediately would have come to his aid, had it not been for the stupid ham.

„Yes, indeed“, she said sheepishly. „I had brought it out, hoping to trade it in for our cow. Of course I had no idea at the time what a small gift this would mean to you.“

Oh, but it isn’t! - His enthusiasm seemed real. Even the end of his tail, that he had curled up around himself, started to wag up and down, tapping on the ground every time, like that of an excited dog. - What a kind thought of you! If you really want to part with it, I would love to taste it. Is it smoked?

„Boiled actually. Oh, I never wondered! Can dragons even eat cooked food?“

Well, there are of course such purists among us who demand a dragon’s diet must only consist of raw meat. - The dragon general rolled his eyes. - But, let’s be honest, everbody who has been living around humans knows that cooked food just tastes so much better! When we celebrated a victory over the Austrians last, the boys roasted two oxen, only for me. With a filling, made of bread and potatoes! It was heaven!

The dragon tail wagged again and almost made Eva laugh. She could not help but feel that this huge scary dragon general had a lot in common with a hungry stray dog.

I see you smiling, Mademoiselle, the dragon’s voice echoed in her head, but let me assure you, in a soldier’s life pleasures are simple. A good meal, a friendly conversation with a beautiful lady, like we are having right now, this is all we aspire to most of the time. In this aspect, a soldier dragon differs very little from a human soldier, and a general very little from a private.

„Well, in this case I surely shall not be so harsh as to deprive you of this tiny pleasure.“

And tiny indeed it seemed to Eva, as the dragon general eagerly opened his mouth. She prepared to throw the ham over the fence of – stunningly white – dragon teeth but a pink tongue, wide enough for a blanket, slipped out of his mouth, and Eva gingerly placed the ham on it.

The dragon consumed it eagerly and even made a bit of a show chomping on it, despite the fact he probably could have swallowed it whole. Then he gave a deep, content sigh.

What a wonderful treat this was! I have not felt this sated in ages, she heard him exclaim in her thoughts.

„You are very kind, general, but I can tell that you are only saying this to please me. You can hardly have tasted the ham.“

-

But that was the weirdest thing about it: Mortier was telling the truth. The ham, as small as it was, had really satisfied Mortier’s hunger to a stunning degree. It should not have had such an effect on him. But it had.

Then maybe it was not so much the meat but the conversation with this kind (and pretty!) human girl?

Mortier had never given much thought to the metaphysical background of human-dragon bonding. Truth be told, he did not give much thought to metaphysical stuff at all, at least compared to some of his comrades. Mortier knew there were humans whom he liked, just like there were dragons whom he liked, and he knew that the presence of humans he liked made him feel a lot better, less hungry, less sleepy, sharper and more energetic. More alive, in a way. This knowledge sufficed for him.

Now he realized that he had rarely felt as alive as in the presence of this human lady.

Maybe he should have paid more attention to this whole „bonding“ thing. He only knew about the official practices, standardized by the government of the French Republic, that had young ladies, usually the daughters of politicians and wealthy citizens, function as dragon riders at parades or festivities. These girls were nice enough, and Mortier felt comfortable and somewhat flattered in their presence.

But it was nothing compared to what he felt when the girl in front of him now touched his fur in order to rearrange the twisted tricolor sash. It wasn’t any particular instance he could have put his claw on, no feeling that struck him like a lightning bolt or anything. Yet he started to realize that his body was tingling all over with contentment. If that even made sense.

And she seemed to realize. Or to experience something similar? Mortier almost felt as if he could sense an echo of her thoughts in his mind. He also suddenly realized he had neither introduced himself nor even asked her name yet.

-

Eva was astonished. She had expected the dragon fur to be rough and scratchy. But it felt softer under her touch than that of a kitten. She could not help but bury her hand in it and stroke it. „What wonderful fur you have!“

Do you like it? I’m rather proud of it, if I may confess such vanity. It’s not all that common for our species to have any fur, and mine surely is not among the worst. If you want to feel, it’s even softer here…

He eagerly started to turn a little to the side to offer her a view of his underbelly. There was a sound, a crash, of breaking, splintered wood, and he froze mid-movement, his eyes bulging.

Oh god! What was that?

„I think it was old Cesar’s shed“, said Eva.

Cesar?

„Our dog.“

I killed your dog? - The dragon almost shouted in Eva’s thoughts.

„Oh, no, no“, she reassured him. „Cesar died last winter, of old age. We have not gotten a new dog since.“

Good. I mean, not good of course, I’m very sorry for the poor animal but … The dragon general seemed equally relieved and confused. His next question came somewhat unexpected.

Mademoiselle, may I inquire: Are you afraid of heights?

„Of heights?“ Eva was too astonished to ponder the reason for the question. „No, I do not think so. I often need to climb the roof of our stables as we have some hens who love to fly up there. It never bothered me.“

Perfect! Do you think you would enjoy flying over your town? I would love to take you. I regularly have riders during military missions but with you it would be a pleasure…

Another sound interrupted him. One by one, the church bells of Koblenz started ringing.

Oh dear. Is it so late already? They’ll start the battle without me! - Mademoiselle, quickly, what’s your name?

„Eva Anna Hinnes.“

Ève! What name could compliment you more! - It sounded as if he tasted her name on his tongue like he had done with the ham, but then the church bells rang again, and he sighed.

I need to leave. - He abruptly unfolded his wings and narrowly avoided taking down Gertrud’s cowshed in the process. - Please do not go anywhere, Mademoiselle Ève!, she heard his voice in her thoughts, as the draught from his wings almost knocked her off her feet. - As soon as we have killed the Austrians, I’ll be back. I’ll bring you cows and oxen and … maybe a new dog? Whatever you like. But please do not go anywhere!

„I won’t“, Eva said silently, somehow convinced that the dragon could hear her even if he was already hovering high above her. She of course did leave the pasture however, once she could not see the dragon general anymore, in order to get back to the inn’s kitchen.

Her mother almost cried with relief.

„Eva! For heaven’s sake, you’re fine! Where have you been, what took you so long? I was scared the dragon had eaten you!“

„Mum?“ Eva said, deep in thoughts. „You know I always wanted to one day take over the inn? I think I have changed my plans. I think I want to become a dragon rider.“

Anna-Margarethe was too stunned to answer.

[ratuszarsenal]

🍓~

on God, where do I start... I love your creativity and passion when it comes to all things naval/maritime, your AI art, and you are a very gifted writer. Having you as a game master for Shipshape is really an honour

[apurpledust]

quick sketch of Naps somewhat inspired by @cadmusfly's fic 🥺in my mind not does Junot loves Naps as much as a savage loves the sun, he's also as beautiful as the sun ☀️

[armagnac-army]

OOC: The Napoleonic Askblog/Roleplay Scene Directory

Here's an Out Of Character post listing the blogs I'm aware of in the Napoleonic RPF Roleplay Scene! It's OOC because Lannes would want to make sarcastic remarks with typos.

If you want (or don't want) your blog on this list, message me and whether you want a main/other blog associated with your name or whether you want to be anonymised! Also happy to include non-Frenchmen and Frev folks.

Doubles or multiple versions of people are welcome, this is a varied afterlife. We all have our different ideas for what this afterlife is like as well.

Feel free to reblog or link to this!

The Marshalate

@armagnac-army - Jean Lannes, Duke of Montebello - played by @cadmusfly

@murillo-enthusiast - Jean-de-Dieu Soult, Duke of Dalmatia, and ADCs - played by @cadmusfly

@le-brave-des-braves - Michel Ney, Prince of the Moskva, Duke of Elchingen, and ADCs - played by @neylo

@your-dandy-king - Joachim Murat, King of Naples - played by @phatburd

@chicksncash - André Masséna, Prince of Essling, Duke of Rivoli, and others - played by @chickenmadam also playing as his ADC, with appearances from Marshal Augereau, the Cuirassier Generals d'Hautpoul and Nansouty, and the Horse Grenadier General Lepic

@your-staff-wizard - Louis-Alexandre Berthier, Prince of Neuchâtel and Valangin, Prince of Wagram - played by @chickenmadam, as above

@perdicinae-observer - Louis-Nicolas Davout, Prince of Eckmühl, Duke of Auerstaedt - played by @mbenguin

@bow-and-talon - Laurent de Gouvion Saint-Cyr, Marquis of Gouvion-Saint-Cyr

@france-hater - Jean-Baptiste Bernadotte, or Charles XIV John of Sweden, played by @deathzgf

The Grande Armée

@general-junot - Jean-Andoche Junot, Duke of Abrantes - played by @promises-of-paradise

@askgeraudduroc - Géraud Duroc, Duke of Frioul, Grand-Marshal of the Palace - played by @sillybumblebeegirl, also with cameos from Marshal Bessières shared with your-dandy-king

@trauma-and-truffles - Baron Dominique-Jean Larrey, Surgeon to Napoleon and the Imperial Guard - played by @hoppityhopster23 who also plays his modern assistant

@generaldesaix - Louis Charles Antoine Desaix de Veygoux, most likely would have been a marshal if he lived - played by @usergreenpixel

@messenger-of-the-battlefield - Marcellin Marbot, aide-de-camp of maréchal Lannes - played by @a-system-of-nerds

@le-dieu-mars - Jean-Baptiste Kleber, General - played by @chickenmadam

The Bonaparte Family

@carolinemurat - Caroline Murat née Buonaparte, Queen of Naples - played by @usergreenpixel

@alexanderfanboy - Napoleon Bonaparte, The Big Cheese

@frencheaglet - Napoleon II, also known as Franz, Duke of Reichstadt, played by @usergreenpixel

@rosie-of-beauharnais - Rose Beauharnais, also known as Josephine Bonaparte, once Empress of the French

@le-fils - Eugène Beauharnais, Prince of the Empire, Bonaparte's stepson, played by @josefavomjaaga

Other Notable Personages

@askjackiedavid - Jacques Louis David, neoclassical painter - played by @sillybumblebeegirl

Russians

@the-blessed-emperor - Tsar Alexander I, the Blessed

@loyal-without-flattery - General Aleksey Andreevich Arakcheev, who runs His Imperial Majesty's Own Chancellery

@god-of-the-army - Prince Pyotr Ivanovich Bagration, played by @deathzgf

Original Characters and Friends

@the-adventures-of-lydia-brown - Lydia Brown, a jack of all trades and problem solver finding herself in this strange realm with all these dead Frenchmen

Hopster, @trauma-and-truffles's modern time travelling assistant

Madam DuQuay, ADC who takes no nonsense, helping out @chicksncash, @your-staff-wizard and @le-dieu-mars

[lunarsands]

Tagged to make a picrew by @cadmusfly​!

I - I guess? What is this weird mortal human form you speak of, I just associate myself with my avatar these days...

*coughs* no I didn’t actually mean to use the nb flag and went back to fix it what are you talking about. Thank you @geoantennae​ for helping me notice my mistake. WHATEVER gender does not apply to me I am a sunflower

[acrossthewavesoftime]

who is the coolest cat in the 18th century

Without a question:

...I am not sure if he qualifies as a feline, though. Given descriptions of him by contemporaries, he was a great deal bigger than a cat-- and more foul-mouthed, too...

[le-brave-des-braves]

Darling, you ARE the parade.

--@your-dandy-king

You’re not making it any better! Scheiße, Now I need a new uniform for I look like unicorn shit.

((Visual representation by @cadmusfly))

[screechfoxes]

(Fanfic letter ask game) F I L M Z ~

oh boy, some of these got long, sorry in advance

F: Share a snippet from one of your favourite dialogue scenes you've written and explain why you're proud of it.

this one took a lot of thought, but i settled on this snippet from bacchanalia (it was always going to be a distortion fic, to be honest)

“Who are you?” Jon asks, listening to his own voice echoing the question back at him. Her name is not Helen, because she isn’t real, she tells him. None of this is real. “I already knew that,” he tells her, and she laughs. That echoes too.

i think i like it less for the dialogue itself, both in this section and their later section of conversation, and more for the way i conveyed it. it's not subtle, perhaps, but i enjoyed having helen's dialogue conveyed as indirect dialogue, and how that showed what this place had done to her, how unreal she felt - or even was

I: Do you have a guilty pleasure in fic (reading or writing)?

tropey vampire fic. my one weakness. i've started writing at least one vampire fic for all of my major fandoms, even if they don't always get finished. (rip the four chapters of the homestuck vampire AU i was writing before i lost half a chapter to technical issues and so lost interest)

also, "character who was weak compared to other characters is secretly badass/powerful" is the reason i've read as many teen wolf and witcher fics as i have. i've barely watched teen wolf, and i'm not especially invested in the witcher in a fannish way. but those fics are good food for me if i can ignore/filter out the character bashing.

L: How many times do you usually revise your fic/chapter before posting?

like, once, if that. when i wrote fic on paper (which, jesus, that's three years ago now), the process of writing it up would be a revision process for me. for a while, i had a similar process where i'd have a blank document open and "write it up" from the finished document

now... well, it's harder to say right now, because a lot of my recent fics have either been A) me polishing up something i started months/years ago that's good enough to post, and i just want to clear it out of my brain without thinking about it too hard, or B) fics that have taken me a lot of very granular work where i've done a lot of rewriting during the initial drafting process

M: Got any premises on the back burner that you'd care to share?

i have a lot for The Untamed, mostly because i spent a week or so going through all of the kinkmeme prompts from 2020 to the present and saving any that i was remotely interested in writing. so now i have over 100 claims on AO3

but beyond those, i have a few ideas all of my own, and still some WIPs for TMA and Arcane that who knows if i'll ever manage to finish. i'm realising now that i haven't actually shared any premises but uh. too many ideas!

(hey, do you remember the homestuck faery dance/masquerade fics i think i mentioned to you back in like. 2016/2017? that's still a premise on the back burner that i want to finish somewhen. i have it all planned out except even years later, i haven't got an ending)

Z: Major character death—do you ever write/read it? Is there a character whose death you can't tolerate?

i've written it four times, according to AO3, and i'm sure i've read it, but i can't think of any examples

the ones i've written are two where the death is a canon death, and two where it's basically... everyone dies except the characters i'm focusing on. (actually, i might have a third one like the latter, but it's not tagged MCD)

i don't tend to go to fics for fix-its, so major character death is fine for me if it works for the story + the characters, and if it isn't in service of characters/relationships that i don't care about