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Aditu's Blog
This is a Dota (FanFiction) blog. I post regularily once a day. The art is very rarely mine, the fics often are, though.
my ao3 is: https://archiveofourown.org/users/Aditu
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writing something with two characters who use the same pronouns and fighting to balance using names vs using pronouns in a way that's both smooth to read and easy to comprehend
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Dota 2 - Earthshaker
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You were no match for my powers. But then, who is?
Kael'thas, the Invoker
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when fanfic authors say that they don’t decide what happens in the story that the characters make the decisions i imagine it like this:
writer: *sitting down* type type type type *squinting at the screen* type type type
writer: *gasp* WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT…… type type type
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Soul by Pumpuni
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Have you seen "the Bride and the ugly ass groom" that's been going around tumblr, Imagine that but with Shaman and Medusa.
the bride and the ugly ass groom
ASGFDHGJNHKJ I LOVE THAT MEME, and yes I was planning to do it but I had been distracted by other drawings x,d, your ask finally encouraged me to do it xD.
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My next planned dota pin: blessed by the wind goddess
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If you want to write a dumb little story with a dumb little plot and ridiculously silly characters. No one's stopping you. Genuinely, no one should be allowed to stop you. Write that dumb story with your whole heart and don't hold back.
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Mireska has arrived
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My humour is dumb. Behold. POGna
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Medusa leaned against the fence around the garden and watched Rhasta. She loved to watch him when he was occupied and didn’t notice her, like now.
The sun shone hot and bright, no cloud in sight, warming Medusa's skin. Her hair moved slowly around her head, the snakes enjoying the warmth of the steppes.
From where she was standing, Medusa could hear the shaman humming softly as he dug through the earth, pulling weeds from between his herbs and flowers.
Considering the constant heat, they were astonishingly green, the flowers bringing colour to the yellow and brown all around them. It was pretty.
As Rhasta stood up to refill the watering can, he swayed slightly, maybe he had gotten up too fast and was dizzy. Or he simply moved to the music in his head.
As soon as he saw Medusa, he put the can down and sauntered over. “Hello my beautiful.”
From anyone else, these words would have sounded mocking, but when Rhasta said them, Medusa had learned he meant it and she almost blushed. She answered his happy smile with one of her own.
“I apologise for not noticing you. Did you want something?” Rhasta leaned against the fence from the other side. His skin, where it was visible, glistened from sweat and dirt streaked one cheek. It had the colour of dried grass and sand, as if he had been marked as part of the steppes.
One of Medusa’s snakes moved towards him and he raised a hand, running a finger over the cool scales.
Rhasta’s hands were soft, even after digging through soil all morning and Medusa stilled, savouring the contact and waiting for the snake to retreat before answering. “No, I have nothing to do and wanted to watch you for a bit.”
Rhasta’s smile widened into a grin. He rested more heavily against the fence, his hip jutting out. “Because i am sexy as fuck.”
That wasn’t arrogance (or maybe just a bit), it was the truth and Medusa leaned over the fence until she could kiss the cocky shaman. Even with such a short brush of lips, she could taste the salt from his sweat and smell the sun on his skin, the earth clinging to his hands, the crushed leaves of weeds.
Her hair brushed against Rhasta, liking him no matter if he was dirty or clean. She could relate to that.
“Since you are here to watch, I assume it is fine for me to finish my work.”
“Go on little shaman.”
With a wink, Rhasta pushed away and retrieved the watering can. Humming filled the air a moment later.
About an hour later, Rhasta straightened. When he came over to Medusa, who hadn’t moved away from her spot, he carried a hand full of flowers. “Pretty flowers for my pretty girlfriend.”
That was one reason why Medusa loved the shaman. He treated her like she was precious. Like she deserved pretty things. It was wonderful and this time she definitely blushed.
@maidot a littly shippy fic :)
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Luna, The Moon Rider 🌙
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*writes 300 words* okay I'm tired now
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