saw a take so fucking rancid on twitter i almost deleted the entire app from my phone jesus fucking christ
first of all ao3 is an archive site. this is like going to the library and saying "oh i dont like this" on every piece of media you find that you dislike and thinking they should be stamped with some sort of a marker just cause you didnt like it
you can always click back and leave. fic writers owe you nothing to explain themselves and their creations. if they have mistagged or miscategorized fics, then i understand, however there are report tools for that instead of yelling at the artist tbh
im not saying free works arent necessarily above criticism. but this is just. fucking wild. its common courtesy to just enjoy stuff (or fucking leave if you dont, the back button is free) and if the artist specifically asks for critiques, then give one - constructive that is, shitting all over someones work is not proper criticism, mind you
i just find it fucking wild people are treating art and archive sites as social media these days like this and everything needs to be policed and ~catered to the algorithm~ like. no. ao3 doesnt have an algorithm. you should be able to fucking tell what you like and what you dont like and steer away from that kind of content and let people fucking be with their art. they dont owe you anything (except trigger warnings i'd argue, but i know some people disagree with that as well for some reason), and imagine how much more energy you'd have if you only engaged with things you liked and spent time looking at instead of going to places where you dont enjoy yourself. let alone spending time telling other people you dont enjoy what they enjoy. what a fucking life
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just finished the sunshine court and.
goddamn.
incomprehensive list of Things i thought while reading (spoilers ahead):
-cat and laila my beloveds
-seriously oh my god they're such a couple of all time
-jeremy backstory <3
-multiple perspectives? was not expecting that but also i am not complaining
-jeremy i love you but please don't ever say hecka instead of hella. EVER AGAIN.
-cat rides a motorcycle. honestly so iconic of her
-JEAN
-seriously he's so. Traumatized
-i don't even know what to say
-he's just constantly on the brink of a breakdown and i feel bad for him but also i never want it to stop
-jeremy is trying so hard it's kinda cute
-neil!!
-eating your dinner out of a takeaway box as the FBI interrogate you is such a Neil move for real
-the SASS
-fuck greyson
-also poor lucas i kinda feel bad for him but also not
-the Trojans are so interesting
-damn it's so fascinating to see the fallout in the other Ravens after riko is dead and tetsuji resigns
-i was looking forward to seeing how Jean reacted to the news about riko and damn. nora did not disappoint
-i may be in love with everything about this book
-anyways it's fucking late and i need to wake up early so
-this is probably incoherent but idc
-but you should go read it now!! and the rest of aftg while you're at it
-i can already tell i'm gonna be obsessed with it for a while sorry to anyone who follows me
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I have been in Digimon fandom all of seventeen years. All that time, all the bad fanfiction, and not one single Mary Sue in love with Cody. A lot of Matt, a little of TK, some of Tai stop that btw he's my blorbo. But zero Cody.
Today I found a Mary Sue who waltzed with Cody. The only one of her breed. Maybe he's starting to get more attention? People tend to ignore him. Even in ensemble fics- unless it's the whole cast of 02- he's treated like he doesn't exist.
Like I can kinda see why. He's a little kid with a grandpa's personality. But it should not have taken me seventeen years to find a Sue for him. It should not have taken over two decades from the airing of 02. Justice for Cody.
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Hello! I know it has been a very long time since you added anything, but could you write something related to Price of safety? Maybe related to the one-shot you wrote about the different ending of Siege and Storm featuring Marya? (I'm always dying for more "The Saints are actually all friends and help Sasha in hsi quest for safety for Grisha" content!) I love your blog so much!!
I have a couple of short fics I'm almost done with for the Grishaverse, though unfortunately none of them involve the Saints. I'll try to finish something and post it soon (I've been on a more of video game fic / original work kick recently, so Grishaverse (which is a lot of work and not much fun, especially considering the things I have almost finished are largely Alina POV, which is bad for my mental health in larger quantities) had to take a back seat.
But to make me more motivated to write, I'll post the premises for some of the fics I'm pretty far into:
Retelling of season 1 of the show but Kaz is Aleksander's son and all of the Crows are Grisha
Baghra's attempt to convince Alina to leave ends... poorly for Baghra. Shenanigans ensue.
Aleksander overhears the fight between Mal and Alina after the Fete and goes to see if she's okay, unintentionally preventing Baghra from doing her "big reveal".
Mal and Alina do find a bit of privacy (wink wink) during their time in Novyi Zem. This causes some challenges for Nikolai and Darkling that they probably should have forseen when chasing after two a couple of teenagers.
And a few that are slightly less finished/fleshed out:
Luda Lives AU (I have the idea and a few scenes but can't quite pin down a plot)
Alina is Aleksander's daughter AU (same as above. I have a few posts about this, but it's one thing to make a bullet point post and another to write a compelling story)
Show!Inej centric story that is unfortunately (but IMO completely justifiably) very mean to Kaz and Jesper and I'm kinda scared to post because of that (might get mixed into some of the other ones, because it has more of a side-plot vibe than a stand-alone story vibe)
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From tgarnsl:
Wood-god, French vacation, tea? :3
the wood-god story, which I've discussed before a few times, has Alan Breck Stewart as some manner of shapeshifter, which allows for some advantage in his canon-typical narrow escapes and dashing deeds of derring-do, but also has unfortunate consequences considering he's a swordsman and adventurer who's still got all the weaknesses of the fey without any of the strengths.
“I’ll not cross the running water, even for you, man,” said he, drawing his greatcoat back around himself.
“But Alan, I have seen you do so many a time!”
“That’s another thing entirely! You’ve seen me take the cold iron in my hand, when you know well enough that it burns me to do it, and much the same I’ll take the ford or the bridge if there is no other way round. But to do it by choice — na, na, there is no chance of it!” And here Alan held out his right hand, his sword hand, and showed the raised white mark upon the palm where his own sword had scarred him time and again. “And as for yourself, Davie, I have seen that you are no liker of such a crossing,” he concluded, looking up at David with all the smug pleasure of one sure that he has had the last word in an argument.
french vacation I've also already previously brought up — here are Keith and Ewen taking some time to relax and recover in France after the events of the book, in a world where they're allowed the time to do so.
“If I am falling asleep on my feet, as you say I am, then I must say the same thing of you, for you have had no more rest than I.” Keith cracked one eye open and looked over to Ewen, who was sitting somewhat precariously in the nearest chair, with his head leaning on his folded hands. Ewen blinked wearily, then yawned, looking rather surprised at himself as he did so. He shook himself out — rather like a tired dog — and laid down on the bed, with his feet hanging off one end and his shoes still on.
“There — does that please you?” He turned on his side, and Keith saw the earnestness that was in his face.
“It is rather an odd thing to sleep in your shoes, but I will allow you that,” said Keith, an unexpected smile cutting its way across his face. Ewen laughed and kicked off his shoes, letting them lie where they fell, and crawled beneath the covers.
the tea au is one of the most recent entries to the foth wip pile — this one's the consequences of inadvertently blorbo-ing my recent classes on the history of the Japanese tea ceremony, and imagines moving the events of the heron book to the early part of the Tokugawa period. while I am in the early stages of fic-writing, I'm currently in a wretched soup of no one having a proper name, and so shall not post any of that, but instead shall discuss the other half of the project, which is ...a fourteen-piece foth-themed tea set.
ceramics study does weird things to a fellow. anyway here's ewen's wood-fire chawan.
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