#this is a rough draft as of current knowledge

[dailybrandonrogers]

A Summary of Bryce Tankthrust's Timelines within the BRCU

The intention of this post is to review all major events involving/centred on Bryce Tankthrust across the BRCU timelines. Following the conclusion of BRYCE, a lot of considerable changes have been made to the overall nature of the pre-BRYCE Timeline theory that have immense and confusing implications. This will be a hopefully more concise attempt at deciphering the current state of the Timeline by only investigating one character, albiet a very significant and important one, and how her personal life as played out so far to our understandings.

As always, here's my BRCU Timeline reference!

Before the list commences, there's a few things that need to be explored.

Bryce Tankthrust's Birthday

Utilising her the publication date of the first video she featured in, her fanon birthday has been declared January 12th. Her birth year however, isn't as a clear anymore. The previous widely accepted assumption was 1971. This was initially inferred in Blame the Hero where in Episode 3, Bobby Worst mentions he is 7 years old. Later, there is a jumpcut that informs 40 years have passed, implying he is now 47 years old in the year 2033. However, the 1971 assumption operates under the impression that Bobby is 47 in the 2018, not 2033, throwing another spanner into the works. Otherwise, he'd be born in 1986.

Approaching this from a newer angle, Bryce is at least 10 when she meets Bobby, and 20 when she begins working for CallCo Phones. Utilising this logic, she has to be 20 or older by Episode 3, in which we see a 1990 NYE party being celebrated

The Current Timeline

Late 1960s

Bryce Tankthrust is born.

Bobby Worst is born.

Late 1970s

Bryce Tankthrust begins learning the Double Diva Diversion.

Bryce Tankthrust meets Bobby Worst at school. She cuts out her heart for him, and after a seemingly random and unprecedented interruption by Abraham Lincoln and Adolf Hitler, she grabs a dropped book about dictatorship and decides to run away with Bobby. Initially discarding the heart in a trash can, she retrieves it 20 minutes later.

Bobby Worst becomes an orphan after his father disowns him, and gets thrown into an orphanage.

Late 1980s

Bobby Worst is released from the orphanage at age 18.

Even Later 1980s

Bryce Tankthrust meets Donovan.

Bryce Tankthrust and Donovan begin seeing eachother.

Donovan dies after falling off a cliff.

Tammy Tankthrust is arrested and thrown in jail.

Bryce Tankthrust begins working at CallCo Phones

Bryce Tankthrust's heart (her own, that had been surgically reimplemented at age 10) fails. Gloria transplants an experimental mechanic heart into her; it is successful.

Bryce Tankthrust and Bobby Worst Reunite.

Bryce Tankthrust commissions Gloria to make a robotic reconstruction of Donovan.

After he was fatally injured by X, Bryce Tankthrust gives her heart to Donovan, so that he can perform surgery and give her his murder victim's heart.

Bryce Tankthrust murders the CEO of CallCo and his wife, and assumes his position as CEO of the company, now revamping it into Thankthrust Tellies.

1990

Bryce's heart (the one she got from the Accountant) fails, and she suffers cardiac arrest on New Years Eve.

Bryce Tankthrust moves offices.

Bobby Worst murders Delorio and the majority of Tankthrust Tellies' workforce and harvests their hearts to create a stockpile for Bryce. In the process, he undergoes a metamorphosis of sorts.

1990 - 1995

Bryce meets with the Angel Investment Firm, and declines their offer to take on 50% of her company.

Bryce Tankthrust rekindles with Gloria Goopty.

Bryce Tankthrust meets with the Angel Investment Firm again, and this time signs the contract with them.

Bryce Tankthrust moves offices again.

1996

Tammy Tankthrust is released from prison. Bryce and her mother also rekindle.

1996 - 2016

Bryce Tankthrust kidnaps the son of previous Tankthrust Enterprises employee Donna Phitts, and preserves his youth to make countless clones with hearts readily available for harvesting and utilising.

2020

Joe Biden wins the 2020 presidential election, and Bryce Tankthrust finishes her tenure as president of the United States of America.

2021

Joe Biden is inaugurated into office, and Bryce Tankthrust undermines the course of the election by initiating a capitol riot on January 6th.

News gets out that Bryce Tankthrust staged the incarceration of Bobby Worst when footage of the two of them conspiring is hacked and released to the public. As a result, all the stocks for her company plummet, and she is rendered bankrupt.

Queen Elizabeth II, who still holds a vendetta against Bryce, kidnaps Bobby Worst knowing it'll cause her significant grief and heartache.

Bryce Tankthrust and Donovan team up with the Mingeworthies to save Donovan, and defeat Queen Elizabeth II.

A heart begins growing inside of Bryce.

Bryce Tankthrust revitalises her company endeavours and continues business as per usual.

Bryce Tankthrust and Bobby Worst get married.

2023

The Angel Investment Firm terminate Bryce's contract upon learning she is no longer heartless. This also entails killing her directly consequently.

Bryce Tankthrust, Tammy Tankthrust, and Gloria Goopty initiate their contingency plan, and murder all the Angel Investors in a scheme involving Bobby Worst and Donovan.

Current Day.

[narenohate]

the reckless, the wild youth (WIP)

(since eda and raine's backstory is so different in this AU, i'm pondering a comic about the two of them and just how and why it went so wrong) (infodump.... ramble?? ig down there + design notes on how my progress is going with this project)

Seb's design notes: anyways i've been dancing with the idea of making canis caninam's witches more animalistic. because yeah im just having fun at this point. bonus, sphynx / owl beast design. i'm not a big fan of her canon design, and it's not because i think she's scary.

my current inspo for the witch faces is a mix of good ol' na'vi 3d models, deerchip's s work (they're on twitter!!) and olya bossak's anthropomorphic portraits!! i didn't just want them to be elves who purr, tbh... though more and more as i post this i'm kind of hoping to get harrassed off the fandom for my weird ideas and "forced" to make this into an original story.

ramble on story derived from conversation with Bow (idea beta tester, victim of the circumstances of my hyperfixation, beautiful white hetero man who got here by accident). IT'S A ROUGH, UNEDITED DRAFT. PARTS OF IT ARE DIRECTLY FROM A CONVERSATION. IT'S ROUGH. Eda is born to the Clawthorne family - daughter of Gwendolyn, a healer, and Dell, a toy maker who married into her clan as to escape the hardships of living outside the barrier, amidst bestial demons... and probably something else, smart enough to scare him into hiding, though that usually goes unsaid. She is one of a pair of twins, and, for the first fourteen suns, eleven moons and twenty-nine sundowns of their lives they are inseparable.

It's their fifteenth birthday when Dell gives them an old grimmoire that has been in his family for centuries. Some of its words have been altered with the years, rewritten and repaired by generations, their meaning lost - symbols re-drawn from memory with each unfortunate accident.

Lilith partakes in that tradition - having to repair a page of a long-winded wild-spell meant to be cast by a powerful warlock, after she spills some tea on it.

that night, the two set out to camp with a group of their friends -hyacinth, a selk nobleman who, despite his young age, served under belos as his huntsmaid and personal cook, and his apprentice, darius, a prodigy who'd already been branded for a coven, and who'd been personally selected by belos to be a companion for the golden-haired boy who'd earned his favor.

and, of course, trailing slightly behind, raine whispers. their glasses are foggy and they already smell like the alcohol they brought to the party.

nobody leaves the outermost wall to camp these days, of course, so the bunch of them settle in an abandoned park, before doing as teenagers do when provided alcohol, and getting plastered.

at some point, eda, raine and hyacinth get into an argument of some kind - one that results in eda opening the grimmoire she brought along, and going along with the plan she'd nearly abandoned: using her rudimentary knowledge of the old tongue the tome was written in, she makes a circle out of salt around herself, and reads the spell.

its words are all wrong. whatever she summons she angers, and, at first, nothing happens.

then, as she and raine lay together on her hammock the afternoon after the party and the tiny backyard camping "trip", eda falls ill.

it was fever and it was vomiting. then the lining of her stomach, then her gums and her teeth and her tongue. her skin sagged and it was like she was all liquid inside it.

raine slept by her bedside, singing to calm her down whenever she awoke. lilith laid in the old manor's basement, endlessly brewing potion after potion to try and quell the pain that refused to ebb away.

darius and hyacinth did not go to belos - instead they were stopped at the door by the clawthorne patriarch, and with his help, took a griffin out of the city, found an old thing. it called itself queen of bats, and it was made of wood, and it knew dell very well.

the three give her the griffin, and spend four sunsets and three sunrises walking back with their prize - it's a living tether, a wooden owl dell had made as a toy for his daughter when she was very young. filled with the griffin's soul, it was given by its enchantress the mission of tethering its holder.

they arrive to a burning house. darius and dell don't speak of it, but the only time they both see the emperor is when they deliver his selk concubine's mutilated carcass at the throne room, laid at his feet like an offering.

dell lost one eye to his daughter, the other eye and both hands to the emperor.

raine was gone to everyone except the thing that eda had become, a sphynx that spared their life for the price of their song. they land atop a rocky cliffface, a few miles away from the outer border of the bonesborough wall - soon, something finds them.

the owl her father had carved for her followed eda, and raine became sure, at that moment, that she wasn't lost.

lilith and darius compensated for hyacinth's loss, sitting for years at the foot of the throne as the emperor's guards, until belos found it fit to entrust them both to make for him a new selkie servant - they took hyacinth's old heart, a blue stone that ebbed and flowed, and they took the lungs of a dragon, the innards of a maiden, and all the blood they could get from a seal-devil, along with a tiny fragment of bone that had been strapped to hyacinth's old heart.

they spend day and night putting him together - the rough face of clay mixed with blood, the organs gracefully gifted, the bone.

they bury the sculpture. a boy digs himself out of the dirt while they sleep in the temple, curled up together in a mess of ratty old sheets they'd found.

they name him hunter because he was more demon than boy, but had hyacinth's face, and, though something seemed very wrong, he had somehow killed and dragged in a rat to eat by their side during the time they'd spent asleep.

belos allows the name to stay, and grants them both titles and robes of white, and allows them to mary whomever they wish.

lilith secludes herself to a temple and studies every grimmoire she can, and darius takes on apprentice after apprentice, teaching them how to pull the throat strings of a bard out, and how to best slay a sphynx.

hunter looks just like hyacinth, and, despite how strongly he'd imprinted on his makers, they both hate him from just the look in his eyes.

lilith finds the portraits of every other selk concubine, every other golden guard.

it's always hyacinth's face. meanwhile, raine managed to unearth eda - partially.

they bind her to them, and she remembers very little, but she is undeniably herself, and despite the tragedy of her body, or maybe because of it, she seeks to cause chaos. she embraces the life of a wildling, and raine follows in her stead.

a year passes. then two. three, maybe. probably more, considering everything that comes after. what really matters is that, as raine grows more frantic in their search for something that can help her, occasionally coming in contact with the fragmented clawthorne family's matriarch (before finding her treatments too harsh), all in search for a way to stabilize eda's mind and body...

she accepts that fate she was given.

the system of castes and castings and divisions becomes pointless to her, and she eagerly, easily pushes raine to rebellion by her side. the wards around the walls have nothing against her - usually, griffins and dragons don't fly that high.

raine found gwen's attempts to heal her daughter too much - but at some point, more than a decade after the two set out together, a night after raine settles a chain with a golden ring around her massive paw's wrist, they catch wind, through that shared palisman of theirs, that raine's mother has passed.

they leave eda to sleep atop the church, tail around its tower, and enter it to pray.

they meet someone - a who who dances on the edge of being a what - and, in their grief, bear to her their heart, and are offered a deal in return.

all they want in life, for a price, their mind.

eda wakes up, a moon later, transformed, and with every memory made vague, erased except for vague outlines.

naked but for a wedding ring around her neck, in a dark, low chunk of the city, with the body of a beast, she's seen as exotic enough to work the night for a couple years, as she catches up on a life she lost, and takes the name of a harpy, not knowing she's a clawthorne.

… clawthorne health clinic seems so familiar of a name, though. she jots down their contacts. attends every speech given by darius deammonne, head of the carnomantis force, and often borrows from the library books on forbidden magic written or translated by one lilith clawthorne.

it's not familiar.

she feels like it should be, though. so she digs into it all - never takes the name of clawthorne, but as her social standing falls and she teeters ever closer to living outside the walls, the people around her take to calling her the owl-lady.

she eventually takes to stealing from old homes - the abandoned sort, full of hobs and rats and hexes she can easily bypass, with magic as strong (as well-trained, despite the lack of any memory of schooling) as hers.

there's a farm-house, though, mostly burnt, long ago vacated, that feels very familiar when she enters. she tears up despite not remembering her, when she recognizes her twin's face beside her own in a portrait. in the rubble of a bedroom, a large woven hammock still has an old violin sitting broken on top of its torn fabric.

inside its case, the thing she knows she gave up her memories - or maybe something more - for, sits waiting and patient.

... a key to the human realm. she knows a lot about it, and remembers an unbound fascination.

(her one visit goes very wrong, of course - but she can spy through her palisman's little eye, so it's worth it. it's all worth it.)

meanwhile, raine wakes up, married to a woman whose face is foggy to them, with three apprentices who don't know their name but promise they've been there under them for weeks.

whomever wiped their mind didn't bother to take the human-styled wedding ring off their finger.

[keyofmgy]

wip wednesday

this is so rough of a draft it's ridiculous, but I'm currently attemtping to temporarily conquer my executive dysfunction demons enough to put some Emmrook smut out into the world. post-Memorial Gardens date with inexperienced Rook and down-horrendously-bad Emmrich. I'm gonna go throw up now

I do ask that you at least avoid putting pressure on that stiff left wrist, Emmrich had said to Rook during their dinner in the Memorial Gardens, and he was thinking about it again now, as he watched her all but limp into the Lighthouse’s dining hall. She’d gone to the Anderfels with Davrin and Harding earlier, to help clear out some of the blight surrounding Lavendel. By the look of her, the work had gone beyond merely destroying boils and tentacles. Something heavy-hitting. Hopefully nothing worse than a particularly large specimen of darkspawn. Hopefully no more than one. But he doubted it. He sincerely doubted it. “Darling,” he said in greeting, setting his teacup down on the dining table. Rook shot him a weary but warm smile – the open affection in it still new enough that the sight shot a tingle of a thrill up Emmrich’s spine – but didn’t break her stride as she headed directly for the pot-bellied stove in the far corner of the room. “Hey, Emmrich. All quiet here?” “Of course.” He kept watching her, mentally cataloguing what he saw: the slumped set of her shoulders, the stiff line of her back, the leg she was resting a disproportionate amount of weight on. Responsibility exacts a toll on the body. “Are you all right?” “Yeah.” There was the sound of metal on stoneware, and hot water being poured over tea leaves. Then Rook turned around to face him, blowing out a long sigh, carefully cradling the twin to his own teacup in her hands. “Just a little sore. We got jumped by some darkspawn – nothing we couldn’t handle, though.” She grinned. “Evka can pull some serious moves with that hammer.” Emmrich instinctively smiled back (how could he not?) though he wasn’t quite feeling it; not only was Rook definitely favoring the one leg, she was also still favoring her left wrist. Even more so than she had been at dinner, in fact. But before he could open his mouth to say anything, she was pushing away from the stove, already on the move again, though she did make a detour to briefly rest her forehead against his. Probably, she was hoping to forestall any protest he might make about her needing to take the time to slow down and rest, and damn if it didn’t work perfectly. In that moment his senses were overwhelmed by the rush prompted by even that barest of physical contact – the hint of warmth where they touched, the tickle of her hair against his skin, the knowledge that if he tilted his face upwards just so he could kiss her (and she would allow it). The almost-sour drop of sensation from his chest to his gut when he made the split-second decision to deny himself that pleasure.  We can move slowly, he’d also said to Rook, and he had meant it. No matter that she made him feel like the absolute worst example of a besotted fool, like a horribly naive schoolboy after the high of a first kiss even: eager yet terrified and clumsy but wanting more all at the same time. No, he was the older, more experienced party in this wholly unexpected relationship, and he had a responsibility to Rook to conduct himself like it. He had to set an example. She deserved nothing less than a gentleman who would respect and cherish her – and if she ever settled for less, later in her life, it would be through no failing of his. (Of course Rook would have more lovers, after him. Emmrich wasn’t so idealistic as to believe himself her one and only. That blush of first love would pass, and she would move on. Surely she would never give any serious thought to binding herself to a middle-aged professor with delusions of grandeur, not when she was still so young. But oh, how he would treasure her while it lasted.) “I know what you’re going to say,” she murmured, and he couldn’t help the small intake of breath at the tenor of her voice. “But I’ve got some letters to write and send off. They can’t wait. I’ll rest soon. I promise.”

[andromeda-nova-writing]

“What part of ‘I want you, and only you’ do you not understand?”

Fem!Reader Words: 1742

AN: Is it a sequel to the last fic or a request from @isekyaaa? It's both! I hope I've done the prompt justice for you

Y/N’s classroom was silent as she shuffled papers around trying to clean up what was now a shared classroom. To say it was her classroom wasn’t a good way to describe the room. It was a room that she had been thrown into over a month ago on the other side of the campus. The classroom was cramped, lights would flicker in and out, and the heat would never kick in. It felt as if the university just wanted her to quit. Had her rightful complaints of poor treatment got her into this? Or maybe it was the fact she wasn't afraid to critique their golden boy? 

At least she had already completed her final class of the day and with no meetings, all that was left to do was to go home. Hopefully, the next teacher here will be satisfied with her cleaning. With the knock on the door, she assumed that was who had shown up.

“I’ll be just a minute. I’m almost done in here.” Y/N placed the last of the papers within her bag, eyes not even making contact with the door frame. “I just have to clean the whiteboard.”

There was a man’s sigh followed by footsteps and a binder landing in front of her on the desk where she sat. It was a plain purple that felt way too familiar. Looking up at its owner she shouldn’t have been surprised. “What do you want Ratio?” Her question came off in a mix of annoyance, tiredness, and ready for a fight.

“Open it.”

“Your hands work.”

“Will you just open the binder?” A question that sounded more like a demand

She rolled her eyes before doing what she had been asked. There was no sense in fighting every little thing. Looking at the paper on top, it was just a simple list of grades over time. There were two sections highlighted about a month apart from each other with a noticeable improvement. It was small but clear to see. “It's a start at least. Is this all you have to show me?”

He flipped to the next page. It was the start of a thesis for what he must have been currently working on. The page was covered in red ink of his handwriting over the text he had printed out. It had been a bit odd to see knowing how much he had preferred to work in digital. He had on plenty of occasions spoken a snide comment to her about how he did not need to leave to grab a notebook and that he had access to everything he needed at all times. There were too many times when he had given her a side eye even on just running out of ink.

“You do know I’m in an entirely different field of study than anything you’ve done? I’m not sure if you really want me to read this over. It may be best to find someone else.” She closed the binder, rejecting his request before getting up to clean the whiteboard behind her. “I teach art history. I’m doing a fashion history course at the moment!” She emphasized as began to wipe down the whiteboard, clearing it of a few things that had been required for her students to take note of. 

“You are able to not hold back on giving critiques which is a skill in itself.” One that others at the university he found were lacking. “I do not require someone who has a similar knowledge as me. It’s harder to understand where my writing doesn’t make sense when someone has an easier time following along with the subject matter.”

Y/N dropped the cloth in her hands, turning around. “That is not the compliment you think it is!”

“And it wasn't an insult either!” He pinched his nose in an attempt to remain calm. “It's a rough draft. There are still things I would like to add but I want you to read through it first.”

She leaned against the clean side of the whiteboard that was behind her. “It would be better to find someone else to read through it. What part of that do you not understand?”

“What part of ‘I want you, and only you’ do you not understand?” He had said it louder than he had meant to, emotions taking over for a brief moment. Perhaps the same emotions that had derailed his train of logic led him to even ask her for this favor.

“The part where you are the one who is saying it. I’m bound to say something that will start a debate and derail your work. Or better yet I help you only end up teaching in a closet next.”

“You act as if I am the one who put you in here.”

“I do not.”

“Yes, you do. You even yelled at me over this a month ago.”

“I wasn't yelling.” 

He had crossed his arms giving her a side eye.

“You are misremembering. I was annoyed yes but yelling no.” 

“If you can remember that you can remember your own actions then. You waltzed in and blamed me for the actions of people higher up than me.”

“I,” she sighed remembering back on it more, “I did do that didn’t I? To be fair, your lack of teaching skills left me in a room where I feel like I'm going to turn into an ice cube. How are you even standing in here without shivering?” Y/N asked as she looked over the more revealing aspects of his attire. 

He shook his head at the lack of an apology. “They do keep most of the servers within this building. That's still no excuse for why this room is so cold.”

“Every time I ask about it I'm told either the heat is out or that it's on low. I was told it was going to be fixed but I’m pretty sure that was a lie now. Most of my students started bringing blankets to class with them. They are just recording the lecture instead of taking notes and I can tell they aren’t going back to listen to it cause the grades are just dropping now.” Y/N complained with defeat just washing over her. 

“Have you made it known that these changes are affecting your class?” He asked the obvious as if she couldn’t think of it herself.

“They will make changes off of things you say because the complaints come from you. Your name carries weight. No matter how correct I am, because I even dare to point out a flaw of yours I am to be ignored and tossed aside so as to not ruin what your name brings to this place.” Her eyes drifted to the floor. “I’m clearly being punished. If I speak about what is going on anymore who knows what I may lose next? The arts remain to be disrespected even when used to teach about the history of different worlds. I must face the fact that I am not wanted.” It hurt a bit to admit it allowed. This had been a dream job of hers and it felt horrible to see it ripped from her over a lack of general respect from those above her.

“I want you.” He repeated once more with softness and desperation leaking into his voice. “As annoying as your critiques can be, listening to them has forced me to take a look at myself and bring improvement. Trying to improve myself without the input of another only works for so long. I’ve seemed to have forgotten that.” Perhaps he had grown too similar to some of those who worked here in that aspect. The distance between them was breaking as he moved closer into her space. 

Her laughter filled the small space between the two of them. One that was genuine, not filled with their usual sarcasm and jabs back and forth. “Are you hiding a literature degree there? I've never heard anyone beg for a critique like this before.” She teased.

“It’s not begging. I am just asking what I know you are capable of. You would have given your thoughts without me asking, wouldn’t it be better to invite those thoughts instead?” 

“I suppose it would but I'm not quite sure about it still. My critiques of you haven't ended well for me. What's to say this time would be different?”

“I believe I have met your requirements to discuss what is considered life-changing once more.” The grades rising just by points didn’t meet what she had asked of him and yet it was enough to take his advances seriously. 

“I wasn’t sure you would follow through on what I asked of you. Have you found a definition or have you found a different example?” She looked up at him, it took everything to not lose herself in how he was staring at her. His eyes tethered to her lips watching every movement. Part of her wished he would go through with the example she had put a stop to last time.

“It would seem that day in the library was example enough for me. The memory won’t quiet in my mind.”

“Perchance have you put that brain of yours to work figuring out what would quiet it?”

“It is less a matter for my brain to solve.”

“But you have found a solution?” Her eyes kept darting between his normally cold eyes and his lips which appeared so inviting. Maybe if she had paid more attention last time she would have noticed that before.

“I have.”

“I must ask, do you want me for a critique or do you want me?”

“If it’s both?”

“Then I would implore you to show me what you considered life-changing that day. It may persuade me to say yes.”

It was only a matter of mere seconds before Y/N found herself kissing the man she had been blaming for some of her issues with this university. However, she mostly laid the blame for those issues starting with his teaching style, but it was hard to focus on his flaws when he was being so loving at the moment.

Was it loving or more an act of desperation? Something that she would decide later as for now it was quite enjoyable being pinned against a whiteboard making out with a man she could have sworn was just a thorn in her side.

[elleldoe]

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Hunger Games

Beth/Snow Series (18+, Older Man/Younger Woman, (Mildly) Dubious Consent (mostly in the earlier parts due to the nature of their relationship), Fake/Pretend Relationship, Dom/sub Undertones, story-driven with lots of smut, fluff added into the mix starting Part 4)

Part 1: What You Have To Offer

Part 2: It's Just Business

Part 3: I Live To Serve

Part 4: Agony, Comfort, Bliss

Part 5: Bound By Appearances

Part 6: What I Have To Gain

Part 7: Best Laid Plans

Part 8: Third Time's A Charm 🔒​

Part 9: What On Earth Are You Thinking? 🔒​

Part 10: currently writing

Harry Potter

Lirelle/Lucius/Corban Series (18+, Threesome, Dom/sub, BDSM, Older Men/Younger Woman, CNC, Rough Play, Aftercare)

Part 1: Play Stupid Games Win Stupid Prizes

Part 2: False Sense of Security

Part 3: Cause and Effect 🔒​

Kiera/Corban Series (18+, Older Man/Younger Woman, Dead Dove Do Not Eat, Non-Con, Abduction, Imprisonment, Deatheaters doing Deatheater things, this one is rough if you click the link be mindful to read the tags)

Part 1: Knowledge Is Pain

Esther/Severus Series (18+, Older Man/Younger Woman, Teacher-Student Relationship (and therefore Dubious Consent), Power Play, They Dislike Each Other And That's What Makes It Fun)

Part 1: Foul Language and Inappropriate Behavior

Part 2: Lines Crossed and Strings Attached

Part 3: Sharp Tongues and Petty Games

Moira/Lucius (18+, Older Man/Younger Woman, Size Kink, BDSM, Brat/Brattamer Dynamic, Power Play, Sexual Tension, Post-Second Wizarding War)

All Bark And No Bite 🔒​

Van Helsing (2004)

Eveline/Count Vladislaus Dracula (18+, Older Man/Younger Woman, AU Modern Setting, AU Dracula got resurrected, Sexual Tension, Slow Burn (sort of), Eventual Smut, Sugar Daddies Are Stereotypically Older So What Difference Do A Couple 100 Years Make)

An Opportunist's Guide To Immortality 🔒

Sweeney Todd

​Annette/Judge Turpin (18+, Older Man/Younger Woman, Dubious Consent, Boss/Employee Relationship, Size Kink, Praise Kink, Oral Sex)

Make Yourself Useful 🔒

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[mydearestbeloved]

Firstly, I would like to apologize for accidentally deleting this ask (good thing I always screenshotted my inbox) and for the late response. My apologies, dear Anon. 🙏

Secondly, in that case, welcome back to the bandwagon! 🎉

As for me, isekai—well, to be specific, isekai-romance—is still going strong as my favorite since I discovered it. Glad you noticed the many inspirations/references/classic tropes/clichés that I used, 'cause writing those are the privilege I want to abuse the hell out of when writing my own isekai fiction. Asdfghjkl

If it’s not obvious enough, I even deliberately made Trial Player!Reader aware of the clichés she's living through with direct mentions in-story. And while they serve their due depending on the moments' context (two obvious examples being showing TP!Reader’s inner fangirl and my poor attempt at rom-com XD), I actually made them quite relevant to the story! Say, implications of TP!Reader's personality & how she views everything about her situation, her knowledge & awareness, her thought process & imaginations—maybe even serving as foreshadowing, hints, and or a nod toward her truth, fate, & destiny. 🤫

Good to know you like what’s going on in the story so far. Indeed, there’s more going on with TP!Reader’s ‘connection’ with the Absolute Being, and while I can’t spoil much, one aspect that’s already implied to be playing a part—which I can say for now—is that these two are like reflections in a mirror—same features but also flipped. So, not quite the same but also not quite opposites at the same time. Creator-Mother, Entertainment-Spectator, Indifference-Love—these are just some examples.

Also, you know when Ashborn and Jinwoo go like, “I am you and you are me”? In a rough comparison, the Absolute Being and TP!Reader might go like, “What is beyond the reflective surface? Are we really the same? What of the other glass?” Basically, in a nutshell, I’m giving TP!Reader the amalgamation identity crisis of the big three isekai: reincarnation, transmigration, and summoning—all in one go. LOL😅

Now, while I did say in the past that I already have a rough idea for TP AU's sequel in Solo Leveling: Ragnarok (placeholder name for now: Guide AU), I haven’t looked back and developed it further past a very general synopsis draft. Partly because I’m already so busy with college and writing TP AU, and mostly because I don’t know much about SL: Ragnarok’s story. I’m not motivated enough to read the novel, and while I might be more motivated to read the manhwa, both are still ongoing, and to add to that, I heard that the manhwa diverges from the novel. I just don’t have that much time to catch up. T_T

In conclusion, while I do want to make this story an AU that can be freely and easily imagined with canon, I can’t promise that it’ll be entirely canon-compliant information-wise—especially for details that were elaborated more in SL: Ragnarok. So, I apologize in advance for this, but I feel obliged to advise you to keep your expectations low regarding any connecting-information pertaining to the sequel made in the current TP AU. That said, I’ll still try to make those connections as best as I can, and hopefully, they’ll come out good enough. 🤞

Reading the comments and asks from everyone has always been a joy. So, thank you for reading my works and for sharing your thoughts, dear Reader! 💕

[nanowrimo]

Writing Tips for Every Age and Mental State

Not every piece of writing advice will apply to you —  and that’s okay! Sometimes, your writing strategies will change as you go through life or learn more about yourself. NaNo Participant Clara Ward shares writing advice that they've learned over time.

There’s no right way to write. Writing—like life—is about finding your best fit. What follows are tricks that worked for me. Please borrow what works best for you right now. (Then save a few ideas for future you!)

I wrote my first novel four decades ago, when I was thirteen. I’ve written while juggling three jobs or zero. I’ve written as a kid, a parent, and an empty-nester. I’ve learned from my own neurodiversity and mental health challenges along the way.

Each struggle taught me how to customize my writing practice. Here’s a list of what worked for me at different stages. Adapt as you see fit.

Stage 1: Meet Yourself Where You’re At

Outline - For my first novel, I sketched furtive notes on the back pages of a school notebook. I created headings for each page that became section or chapter titles later. Numbers helped me order the scenes and letters delineated details.

Note: Leave extra space for fun facts or snippets of overheard dialog. Years later, I heard a NaNoWriMo buddy joke, “Careful, or you’ll end up in my novel.” My apologies to my high school geometry teacher, who received no such warning.

Avoid Distractions - I needed a closed door to write at first. I couldn’t read other fiction during the week or two when I frantically converted my outline into a rough draft. Luckily, I wasn’t in charge of meals back then!

Stage 2: Find Your People

Give Yourself Permission - I first heard about NaNoWriMo in 2004, when I was parenting, working, and volunteering as if there were two extra days in each week. I hadn’t written a story, an outline, or notes in over a year, but I knew exactly what I wanted to write. I signed up for NaNoWriMo and opened a family meeting by showing the webpage to my spouse and kids. I explained how I’d budget four hours a week for writing in November.

Note: I didn’t complete 50,000 words that first November. But the next year, my kids enthusiastically joined the Young Writers Program!

Enlist Support - Eventually, my kids and I designated one hour each day for writing. There were many distractions, but it felt great! We attended NaNoWriMo write-ins at a donut shop to build community, and my kids each persuaded a friend to join. (Yes, donuts are a sometimes food, but at least they weren’t asking for coffee!). With support and determination—and for me, a bit of sleep debt—we all met our writing goals most years!

Stage 3: Embrace Your True Strengths

Emotion Mapping - In the last couple decades, as attitudes and terminology evolved, I’ve learned a lot about my own neurodivergence and mental health. Oddly enough, the self-knowledge I gained by masking and compensating before I knew those words, informed both my writing and the tips given above. As I became more honest with myself, I brought more emotion to my writing.

Note: Sometimes it helps to skip scenes I’m not in a good headspace to write. I jot down key plot and character points inside curly brackets and skip to a scene that suits my current feelings. Since I don’t used curly brackets anywhere else in my writing, they’re easy to search for when I’m ready to go back.

Fascinations - After years of being warned about “info dumps,” I realized that my own fascinations (neurodivergent or otherwise) were assets that could serve my writing. At the beginning of 2020 I did a deep dive into researching sea creatures and ways to protect our oceans. At the back of my research notebook, I gradually outlined my 2020 NaNoWriMo Novel, Be the Sea. Parts of that outline cross-referenced pages of ocean research or articles I’d saved online.

Note: The system above worked well enough for me that I now have a book deal for Be the Sea, which will be published by Atthis Arts in early 2024!

Seriously though, this isn’t a post about how to get published on a 40-year plan. By matching your writing practices to your ever-changing self, you give all your stories the chance to be told. I wish you and your stories that success!

Clara Ward lives in Silicon Valley on the border between reality and speculative fiction. When not using words to teach or tell stories, Clara uses wood, fiber, and glass to make practical or completely impractical objects. Their short fiction has appeared in Strange Horizons, Decoded Pride, The Arcanist, and as a postcard from Thinking Ink Press. Clara’s 2020 NaNoWriMo novel, Be the Sea, will be available from Atthis Arts in early 2024. For updates on this and other projects, follow Clara on their website. Photo by Anastasia Shuraeva from Pexels

[merbear25]

Hi, can you make Germany fear play with female reader please? (For the Kinktober entry)

At first, I had no idea what to write. Then, I figured it's Halloween, so might as well have fun with that 🎃 Hope you like it 💜🧡

All Hallow’s Eve—It was one of your favorite times of the year: the fall of the changed leaves, the chilled breeze embracing you, and the scary costumes. Though there were many creatures of the night that you adored, there were some that struck fear into your heart, and yet you craved it. Your partner did too and was more than willing to bring your fears to life.

CW: NSFW, MDNI, fem!reader, fear play (monster role-play), vaginal penetration, rough touches, intimidation

Under the full moon’s light (Germany)

The crisp autumn air and the faint smell of leaves collected outside of the cabin window. Midnight clouds rolled past the soft glow of the moon as the rickety branches tapped against the window. Sleep didn’t find you easily. Tossing and turning, the draft crept up your leg and stirred you awake.

Fluttering your eyes open, the full moon peeking in between the curtains allowed the only view of the world around you. Its beam led your eyes to the far end of the room. The bedroom door was ajar, giving the darkness of the hallway entry.

Nothing that could be lurking made itself known at that moment. Only the settling of the cabin filled the air, but even then you were on high alert. 

Shifting of a figure beyond that threshold—Perhaps your eyes were just playing tricks on you. The thought of calling out to see if it was merely your boyfriend crossed your mind, but then again, you might just be inviting whatever was waiting in the shadows into your space.

Scraping along the corridor’s walls—Your heart quickened. You attempted to rationalize it, but your imagination was overpowering. Bringinging your knees to your chest, you clung to yourself in a vain attempt at self-soothing.

The creaking of floorboards, the shuffling of heavy boots, and it halting outside your room: you didn’t wish to see anything. Even if there was nothing to be found, your imagination was your worst enemy at times.

Footsteps slowly passed through the door frame and stopped at the side of your bed. Pretending to be asleep was futile. Your shaky form eluded to your knowledge that something sinister had you just within reach.

When a hand was placed on your hip, the familiar touch sunk in. There weren’t many times the two of you indulged in your fantasies, but tonight was an exception. His finger started clawing into you, kneading your soft flesh through the sheets. His soft breaths soon became deeper and slower. 

Promptly, he picked you up and tossed you further onto the bed. A sharp inhale sliced through the air. You couldn’t see him, not fully, but the soft glow of the night illuminated behind him, painting a silhouette. His hair was wild, tufts of it seemingly surrounding him. The feeling of his hands were rough, the nails thick and sharp. 

You whined from the twinges of pain from the tips of his nails—claws were more fitting. He growled at the current state of you. Such delectable meek prey and it was his for the taking. He dragged his claws down your thighs before planting them on either side of you. His bare chest tickled your breasts. When you brought up your hands instinctively, your delicate fingers were submerged in the overgrowth of hair.

A panicked gasp trailed past your lips, which only added the garnish on the meal you were presenting as. His breath was hot against your neck. Shivers were sent down your spine when you felt him tasting you. The lathering of his tongue on you was that done by an animal. Nips at your sensitive flesh and digging nails into your exposed body had your heart racing.

“You taste so good.” His hunger was insatiable. “I could eat every inch of you and savor your flavor left on my fingers.” He pressed his erection against your warm core. Bolts of electricity coursed through you, causing your arousal to grow into a blistering heat.

Your scent wafted between you two. The sweet smell of your wetness had him needing more. He groaned against you, his thrusts pressing more firmly almost uncomfortably so. In his current state, you were nervous to run your hands over him, to even touch him, and yet it sent you into a whirlwind of desire.

That hesitation you showed was divine. “Such a pretty little thing when you’re struck with fear.” His voice was growing more ragged the longer he had you pinned down.

The more he rubbed himself against you, the wetter you got. Your pants became more labored as he pressed against your clit. The roughness of clothing and the forcefulness of his presence brewed the perfect amount of friction to make you eager for more.

Each subtle quake of your legs, the biting of your lips, the way your eyes fluttered shut: you couldn’t have made yourself more obvious. You needed him to take you, to unleash the beast upon you. He just wanted to hear you say it.

“You want it? Then say it.” He was practically foaming at the mouth at the sweet release you were about to promise him.

“I… I want it,” you whispered from the feigned imposing threat.

“Louder. Convince me.”

Your breath caught in your throat as you trembled under his command. “I want it! Please, I need it so bad!” You cried out.

Those lustful pleas swarmed him, and he welcomed each anxiety induced pant from you as if they were a confession of love.

“Oh, you sound just as good as you taste.” In a swift movement, he ripped off your bottoms and threw them into the dark void beyond your bed. You were his, the sacrificial lamb meant for the ghoulish creatures.

Despite his hairy texture, you yearned to reach out and touch your lover. The hesitation of your fingertips placing on his abs had your fight or flight urging you not to indulge in the macabre. Him slapping his cock against your precious sweet spot caused you to gasp and whimper. He pressed the tip in and relished the sensation of your warmth accompanying his full length.

The spasming of your dripping core never failed to send him into a frenzy, but the special occasion caused his blood to spike even more. He plunged into you in one quick buck. Your blissful cries were a symphony that only he was allowed to hear, and he planned on playing it on repeat until your voice was hoarse.

Your nails dragged down his arms in desperation of holding onto anything that would keep you steady. Each movement was growing rougher and rougher by the second. Your body couldn’t handle such abrasive action. However, you couldn’t deny the allure of it—to be rendered helpless by your lover.

His gravelly grunts rumbled in his throat. He repositioned you, so that your legs were firmly hooked over his biceps, giving himself permission to go deeper. Your shrieks of euphoria hung on your lips as you felt yourself being split in two. Each plunge felt as if it was going to be your undoing.

You coated him entirely, leaving the patches of hair he prepared for the costume matted against his skin. He couldn’t get enough of you like this. Both of you had your own twisted fantasies you enjoyed living out, but this was by far his favorite of yours. Your response to him, the fear in your voice and eyes, it all made the payoff so much more worth it. 

“Perfect little morsel. My delicious meal I’ll devour whole.” His breath was hot against your ear. Him licking at your ear was your undoing.

Your entire body tensed from the fast approaching rush of your shared wanton peak. Panting and whining from the overwhelming shockwaves scaling your inner walls left you spread out on the sacrificial table, ready to be taken.

He bit your neck and lapped at the mark as he pushed you through your climax. As your final waves dispersed, he followed suit. A raspy and rough groan bathed your sensitive skin, while he let you feel every drop of him.

Shaky breaths mixed in the air. The scent of fervorous passion lingered and filled the room and trailed into the hallway. The darkness of the night engulfed the cabin. The glow of the full moon was completely hidden behind the thick clouds, making the only source of light the soft glow of the jack-o-lantern on the front porch.

[hplovecraftmuseum]

Something I've often wondered about is how did H. P. Lovecraft spend the majority of his time. One might surmise that as a writer of note he spent most days writing fiction. Well, when one considers that Stephen King claims that he tries to finish 10 pages of fiction every day the idea that Lovecraft might have done the same is easily in dispute. King probably writes more in a year than Lovecraft wrote in his whole life! It was once estimated that Lovecraft wrote as many as 100k letters in his lifetime. Approximately 10k of those letters still exist. More are being discovered and published with nearly every decade. Noted Lovecraft scholar S. T. Joshi has estimated the true number of Lovecraft letters was more likely in the 60k range than 100k. Though some of Lovecraft's letters might have gone on for dozens of closely scrawled pages, not all were so voluminous. Lovecraft also wrote very quickly. Considering his extraordinary memory for detail he probably didn't have to do a whole lot of fact checking when he wrote to friends about history or current affairs. It is also clear that his letters were written with very little correction or resorting to rough drafts. So, what did he do all day? Well, we can be sure a lot of reading was a dominant activity. Lovecraft had a very keen thirst for knowledge. In later years he traveled and visited friends in states from Louisiana to Florida, made trips to Canada - he loved Quebec (the only time in his life when he ventured outside the United States), but what did he do with his time otherwise? Well, in the winter months when he was a virtual shut-in because of his extreme sensitivity to cold, he probably did little more than huddle by the nearest heater or fireplace - book in hand nonetheless. He was likely wrapped tightly in a blanket even then. Of course when he wasn't at home in his personal study-library of 1400 some odd books, he was likely walking briskly, visiting museums, or the nearest libraries. There were the occasional parties of like- minded friends, meetings with his now famous club members, and even attending to various duties as a member and officer of amateur press associations for a few years. Of course weather permitting he had to attend to the cats in the various places he lived. Still, for most of his life Lovecraft was a loner, a man bookish in the extreme and probably a loner by choice and by nature. Though married to a beautiful and vivacious woman in his early 30s the adventure didn't last long. After only two years it was over, a total failure, an enormous embarrassment for him without a doubt. (Exhibit 629)

[nibblemon]

Tell us about your idea!!

AWAAAGHHG ok so. This is a Somewhat Rough Concept and the characters have no name atm but it goes something like (this ended up way longer than i meant for it to be oops):

The protagonist is a witch, from a famous family known for their very powerful sea magic. In this world, witches come of age around age 14 with a very important ceremony where they get to summon a familiar, with which they will form a very strong bond that helps them focus their magic and control it more easily. This ceremony is also the first step of the Big Important Journey all witches must go on to learn new magic and find their place in the world.

Our witch (whom ill just call Witch for now) is unfortunately a very anxious type and struggles a lot with harnessing her magic. She's unfortunately already failed her summoning ceremony a few times, which means that shes Very Late!! to her magic journey. And coming from such a prestigious family only puts more pressure on her, which messes with the already very weak control she has over her magic.

A few days before the newest attempt at her familiar ceremony, she meets a seagull who claims to be a human who was turned into a bird by a vengeful sea spirit and, having realized that she's a witch, begs for her help in breaking the curse. Witch, tender hearted as she is, wants to help! But, as she explains, curse breaking is advanced magic she can't study yet, as she doesn't have a familiar and is thus not allowed access to the parts of her family's library that would contain information about it.

After Witch finishes explaining her struggles with the ceremony as well, Seagull (placeholder name too)offers a solution: to simply fake a successful summoning, giving the witch access to the information needed to help Seagull, who would in turn help her find a real familiar later on. Witch accepts despite her worries because she's desperate to get this ceremony thing over with and also is kind of a doormat and easily convinced.

Alas, the day of the ceremony Something goes wrong and leads to them being well and truly bonded as master and familiar, with magic so strong and ancient it's generally believed to be impossible to break! And, to Witch's surprise, it turns out that Seagull is not, in fact, a human who was cursed, but rather a sea wind spirit who pissed off a much much stronger spirit and got herself stuck in bird form with no magic.

Seagull is incredibly pissed to be stuck with this doormat of a witch, because her plan was to get into the library, find information on how to break the curse and then ditch the idiot. And instead, here they are, stuck together. But! there is a silver lining: they figure out that through the link, Seagull can use Witch as a sort of battery pack and get access to a fraction of her powers.

They scour the massive library Witch's family owns, and find little to no information about how to break either the curse or the familiar bond, with just a few hints about some Myserious witch who was banished for figuring out how to break their own bond. With that being their only clue, our duo decides to embark on the previously mentioned Big Journey and look for more information.

And so start the adventures of the world's most cringefail sea witch and her mean bossy seagull familiar!

I picture this as like. a cute little adventure game where you have a boat and go from island to island, learning new magic, helping people, and looking for clues about both this banished witch and how to break Seagull's curse. ^_^ Possibly w some bonus uncovering a bigger quest surrounding the myserious witch, who knows. Im not great at coming up w this kind of stuff hsnfnfj

Like i said IDK that it'll ever get anywhere because, as previously mentioned, i'm awful at keeping to projects and also have Absolutely No Knowledge of how video games get made. But it's fun to think about! Daydreaming about cute little pixel sprites for my sillies....

Also here's my current drafts for the sea witch design (still subject to change):

i have a few design notes on her but i need to go to bed rn HDBFNFH

[theatsthetic]

Can I ask what inspired Jesus Flesh? I adore the premise, and honestly feel like it could have started in a thousand different ways. :)

Honestly, I was on my way to Trader Joe's after a shift at my job when I thought of it.

I was really into body horror as a teenager, not even as horror but more of an "oh that's cool" type of way so thinking this type of stuff is normal for me. A lot of Jesus Flesh was just a mixture of that teenage-enjoyment of body horror/meat, some current political feelings, and a knowledge of Christian Sacred Relics.

Relics are such a morbidly cool thing btw. They can range from "oh a saint touched this item so now it's holy," to the clothing of a holy man, to the mummified/decapitated head of a saint.)

After I thought of it, I made a rough draft in my private discord where I just write down notes for future me.

[whentherewerebicycles]

god ok I had hoped to carve out time to work on these job materials but I had too many other things on my plate today and was too fried at the end of the workday. I think I will probably need to take a day off work if I want to get rough drafts done by the weekend ugh. but what if I don’t use that time wisely and then I’ve wasted some of my extremely limited & precious PTO??

ok. maybe I will think aloud under the cut.

I can build the diversity statement around my past program redesign work I think, which was all focused on first gen persistence/success, and then I can connect that to my current efforts to make experiential learning more accessible by encouraging and supporting integration into the curriculum (most of these efforts have been thwarted by the extreme dysfunction in our office but I do have a couple wins and/or in/progress projects I can highlight). I think the core thesis of the diversity statement will be like… I approach equity and inclusion as structural problems that can most effectively be addressed by structural solutions—ie by designing our programs, courses, assignments, etc in ways that demystify the hidden curriculum, recognize the importance of soft skill development, intentionally cultivate a sense of community and belonging, and provide students with the scaffolded support they need to persist and excel academically. I think they probably also want to hear something about culturally responsive teaching, so I’ll have to think about how to string those ideas together and what examples I can cite there… hmm hmm. I should be sure to balance teaching and administrative work examples here.

cover letter can be straightforward I think… I don’t want to overthink it as I’ll have more space to be creative in the teaching & diversity statements. I want to highlight the wide range of teaching, coaching, mentoring, and higher ed admin work I’ve done… I think the core thesis here is that I am an experienced educator, administrator, and coach with deep knowledge of both the research + applied praxis stuff around student success and student retention in higher ed. I also have a very strong interest in and knowledge of experiential learning and embedding high impact practices into the curriculum, and as a teacher am always looking for ways to help students connect what they’re learning in the classroom to real world contexts that have personal/authentic meaning in their lives. let’s see I also want to highlight that I’ve worked in writing centers or as a writing consultant for a gazillion years and have a lot of experience with mentoring/advising, but will have to figure out how to develop a thesis that weaves together these different ideas so it doesn’t feel too much like a list of things I’ve done. I also want to have a paragraph where I highlight things that are specific to the college, as I genuinely think this college is doing some awesome stuff and would love to work there. hmm ok. I need to map this one out a little more clearly, like just figure out how I want to structure and sequence it, and what I need to include, but I think that I am genuinely like… a highly qualified candidate? and hopefully knowing that that will help me write from a headspace of strength/confidence instead of agonizing over each and every word.

teaching philosophy: this is where I feel like I might have to do the most thinking/writing from scratch, but I should also look at my past materials to see if maybe I’ve done more of this than I think. I am a little hesitant to use my woolf example in case they dismiss me out of hand as someone who mostly wants to teach literature not composition… but the woolf example is so good because it encapsulates so many of my teaching values and so much about the playfulness of my teaching style, and I think I can reframe it slightly so it makes it clear that the lesson was equipping students with the tools to write thoughtfully about a dense text… and I bet I can tweak the description of the assignment a bit too to better fit a writing class. hmm I will have to do the most brainstorming here I think, to really distill my zillions of thoughts about teaching into a core thesis, but I think maybe the basic ideas are that I use a highly collaborative, playful style that is intentionally designed to defuse student anxiety, foster a sense of community and belonging in the classroom, and help students discover their own voices and ideas instead of imitating conventional styles. maybe I can talk about three different areas: what I actually do in the classroom (highly interactive, collaborative activities that get students involved in creating and doing), how I build syllabi and design writing assignments (how I use assignment design to foster student voice, encourage creativity and self-reflection, and connect classroom learning to authentic real world contexts), and how I assess student work (using alternative assessment systems to give students greater autonomy, spark intrinsic motivation, and guide students towards valuing process over product in writing). I don’t want students to learn how to perfectly and uncritically replicate established forms of conventional academic writing… instead, I want to cultivate their understanding of writing as a mode of thinking—an extremely powerful, useful, and rewarding tool or set of tools for making sense of one’s own beliefs and one’s position in the world. but I also gotta balance the feminist theory-inflected stuff with the realities of community college composition courses… so I want to be sure to also convey that I rely a lot on using iterative revision + collaborative peer feedback to help students carve out clearer, more cogent articulations of their ideas… and probably should be sure I am talking somewhere about the way I would teach a developmental writing course. I really want to talk about the feedback cycle liz uses but I haven’t ever implemented it in a class (I’ve just thought a lot about how I WOULD implement it lol) so I feel like maybe I can’t use that. hmm ok. to think further but I actually feel like I have basic building blocks here!!

[monayen]

Not anyone can be a writer. I’d be one to contribute to the hornyness of the ranfren fandom but don’t have good storytelling. I assume people that write also read to get inspiration and learn what writing styles they like. Do you have any favorite books or authors? Any books you’re currently reading? Or do you mainly read other fan writers’ works? :0

(you’d think i’m a published author with this knowledge . could say more but i’m proctoring today help)

i love english, ive been writing and reading practically everyday for over a decade. definitely my best subject. that said, i haven’t read an “actual” book that wasn’t required of me to read in long time. so favorite published authors don’t really matter to me, i never have time to read them fully anyways

and this may sound autism of me (which it is), but i enjoy fanfics more HAHA so as someone who has been writing them since forever to people who might struggle a bit, don’t take it too seriously

there are plenty of resources online of writer’s dictionaries or smut dictionaries that help with word choice. as well as formatting help and story starters. even people (LIKE ME) who love to do beta reading and editing ;-)

not to mention just reading fics in general. you pick up on words / phrases you like, dialogue that sticks out to you, and how to make the story flow and continue

if you struggle with storytelling, i recommend you make a rough draft of exactly what you want to happen, then sort of figure out actions and dialogue, then work to make it connect

everyone writes differently, and i’m happy to say that i’ve kind of found a style that i enjoy and others (seemingly) do. if anyone wants direct help, im always welcomed to beta read and edit for ranfren fics because i desperately want more. please. im starving. message me. and if ur reading this and are debating on whether or not you should just post it — do it. i write because i like it and im horny for ranfren and i don’t get paid for this so it’s either people like it or they don’t. who gives a fart !

[ambrosiagourmet]

hiiiii i have a quick question about no reason but to starve: when does it take place relative to the postcanon labru comic? i ask partially so i can integrate this knowledge into my understanding of laios & kabru's dynamic in nrbts, but also into my understanding of the diplomatic relationship between malini and kakha brud

(i love your fic so much thank you for your gifts to dunmeshi fandom)

Oooh fun question, thank you!! I assume you mean this comic?

This ended up being longer than intended lol, so tl;dr short answer: it would take place after the comic, though the comic is not necessarily 100% canon to it.

More details and rambling below the cut:

So, in general, I'm trying to write in a way that is compatible with, but not strictly canon to, any post-canon content we've gotten.

In part tbh that's because I had WANTED to construct the timeline with the Kensuke extra in mind but then I totally goofed it and like the story basically takes place at the exact same time that the Kensuke story would. So it ended up more being like handshake meme thematical/character similarities rather than strictly canon.

Also I don't want anyone who hasn't read the extras to have trouble following anything (which is actually why I had to go back and add a bit about the situation w/ KB during editing lol. In the rough draft it was just like yeah yeah the reparations we've all heard of them).

That is all to say the story does more-or-less take place after this comic. The way I'm thinking about it, the initial negotiations referenced in the comic sort of laid the foundation for (relative) peace and cooperation, but there are still lots of specifics to work out - that's what the current delegation is in town for. It's probably less combative then the initial, uh... conversation... but I imagine there's still a fair bit of a "wring everything we can from these people" attitude from KB, so it's a slow process with a lot more smiling and nodding and going back to grumble privately later.

In terms of Laios & Kabru I think the story fits well after the comic for their relationship too... The group of them & Marcille are very much A Unit in the point where the story picks up (with Yaad also included, but not necessarily as close as the three of them). They all have been working together for a little while now, and are all committed to the work. They know a bit about how to navigate each other, and have some rhythms they've fallen into (like Marcille checking w/ Kabru about her hair, or everyone knowing that things are tense between Laios & Yaad wrt Marriage Talk).

What's still left unsaid is a lot of the deeper, more sensitive things. Part of the reason the fic opens on the question of Laios' Political Marriage (TM) is because I think it's a good example of a thing that WOULD remain buried for a while. Laios seems to not have given himself much room to think about romance, so it's something that hasn't been addressed out in the open. But they've got to deal with it eventually!! They have a life long task ahead of them all, and shoving skeletons into closets only works for so long.

(Laios romance tangent: whether or not you read him as aro or ace (and I personally put him somewhere in some grey zone there), I don't think that's a thing he would have realized yet in canon. Repression =/= happily uninterested, and I personally think Laios has repressed that shit hard.)

Anyway, the same goes for various things with Kabru and Marcille, as well. They already trust and care about each other, but being vulnerable with other people is a long, messy process. Especially with all the baggage they have. It's something they still need to figure out!

It is also, conveniently, very fun to write about :3

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20 Questions for the Writer

Tagged by @griseldabanks ^_^

1. How many works do you have on Ao3?

Only 18 :O I have a bunch on fanfiction.net that I never transferred over, but they're all an extra 10 or so years older than the Ao3 ones so ... there's some disparity of quality, partly in the writing but also very much in the content present.

2. What is your total Ao3 word count?

168,935

3. What fandoms do you write for?

FMA! I had other things when I was younger, but FMA bit and it's the one that stuck with me.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

A Bed Too Small (Mustang POV, same bed trope, tongue-in-cheek)

Wayward Youth (Hawkeye POV, learning about crushes and affection from the girls at her boarding school while seeking her father's attention)

Order 3066 (Hawkeye and Mustang POVs alternating, Ishval fic about being broken and coming out of it [still broken, but moving])

Partiality (Mustang POV, post-canon, broaching the topic of a relationship)

The Next Step (shifting POV, written soon after giving birth to my youngest and in a bit of a family-related haze. Mostly fluff.)

5. Do you respond to comments?

I certainly try to! I might have missed some along the way, but I usually get there!

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Hurrrghgh, one from my ff.net days: The Manga-ka Has Her Reasons. It was basically saying, hey, they can't get together guys - things will go bad if they do. And so it ended with them both dead.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I'd say The Next Step, because it's just fluffy and lovely :)

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Not really. The last time I remember feeling taken aback by a comment it was over a decade ago and it was someone rightly pointing out a factual error I'd made. The FMA community I've found myself in is largely positive, and I don't know if that's about the FMA community in general, or that the stuff I write appeals to people who are just cool about community instead of looking to be jerks. Whatever the reason, I'm very grateful!

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Nah

10. Do you write crossovers?

I've got a half written FMA/HP crossover that I started in like 2005, resurrected a few years ago, and then haven't touched for the last year and a half. Sigh. It's probably going to be stuck in my brain forever.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not to my knowledge.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Not a fic

14. What's your all-time favourite ship?

Royai for suuuuure <3 I'm so big on romance as a side-plot, and if that's not the perfect way to explain their relationship I don't know what is. Like, FMA aside, their own personal story is that romance is their side-plot, not their main thing.

15. What's a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

Wayward Youth! I have a few really rough drafts of later chapters that need to be edited, but I still haven't written all the way to the end and I'm happily working on another project with all the time/headspace I have, so I don't want to interrupt that flow. But I'm hoping to slowly accrue the last of it, then go through and make it presentable and post it one day.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I think I can write fairly clear action. And I like putting together a lot of threads to tug on as I go - not all big plot things necessarily, but just things that repeat again later to add an extra layer.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I don't know. I feel like I can write in a very blunt way sometimes, so I have to be intentional about adding in colour and emotion - that doesn't always come through on the first try.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I wouldn't do this to show to a native speaker, oh boy oh boy nosirree! Currently reading a book on English idioms and my main thought as I looked at it today is that this is exactly why I'll never consider myself fluent in other languages.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

In year 5 we had to co-write a story and my best friend and I basically wrote an AU of Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time.

20. Favourite fic you've written?

Look, it depends on my mood. If I want something light and short, I can't go past Desperately Hoping He Didn't Look Like an Idiot (modern AU, Royai without angst). But I'm probably proudest of Order 3066, because it took a lot of work and a lot of emotional catharsis to get through that and I ended up with a bit of a deadline for when I had to finish it up and made it! So I feel good about it.

Tagging @scienceoftheidiot and @fullmetalscullyy if you're interested :)

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Got tagged by @progwords for this ask game.

How many works do you have on AO3?

22, but one is really fucking big.

What's your total AO3 word count?

676091.

Your Top 5 stories by kudos

I'm surprised my old Deadpool-Jessica Jones story remains firmly in the #2 spot. That one probably had the highest ratio of popularity vs effort.

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Always do with recent works, or if the comment is on the story's final chapter. For older multi-chapter stuff I tend to let new readers work their way through it unless they ask a specific question. I want to engage with the audience.

Do you write crossovers?

Not really. I've put normally unrelated characters together, but they're always from within the same franchise.

Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

No. I've tried, but it always ends up becoming funny.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not to my knowledge.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

The Deadpool one got translated into Russian on ficbook.net. Unfortunately, it looks like it got taken down at some point, I don't know why since the translator's account is still there.

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No.

What's your all time favorite ship?

I'm inexplicably fixated on barrissoka. That ship is so potentially fascinating yet canonically ignored it makes me more determined to explore every possible angle of it.

What's a WIP that you want to finish but probably never will?

I've had rough ideas for a long time about Ahsoka and Barriss finding Katooni in Talon Karrde's care, but it's a scattershot of ideas that isn't forming anything coherent. Maybe Sabé gets involved, maybe they're fighting Maul or Jorj Car'das or both, and I keep coming up with random side characters.

There are also a lot of small scenes I've written for fun, but there's hope for them. Returning Conquerors came about from connecting a bunch of random ideas and it turned out great. Maybe I'll find a way to write in Durge beating Maul to a pulp, I don't know.

What are your writing strengths?

Visual descriptions. Interpersonal conflict. Banter. Fight scenes. Tying together disconnected parts of a ridiculously incoherent franchise in an interesting way.

What are your writing weaknesses?

This might seem like a minor thing, but I struggle coming up with names for original characters and it gets frustrating. Right now I've got a draft with a little girl as a supporting character and she's been "the girl" for months.

What's a fandom/ship you haven't written for yet, but want to?

There's not much to tell, but since playing Nier: Automata I have brainstormed 2B taking 6O out on a date and figuring out sex. Then it became funny. The purpose of YoRHa is to evolve towards humanity in all its facets, and the scene turned into watching 6O invent android BDSM in real time. It involves the Offensive Heal chip.

What's your favorite fic that you've written?

The Erosion of the Spirit for what an accomplishment it was just to complete it, and for overall turning out as good as it did. Obsolete Products was my favorite when I wrote it because of how cohesive it was and for the dynamic between Ahsoka, Barriss, and Rex. Returning Conquerors became my current favorite because of how fun it was to write.