I asked artificial intelligence to generate me Totally Spies in the style of realism - and, honestly, I like it.

dream team, hot as Hell itself.

you know that feeling when you have to sit down and write the next chapter, but right now your brain decides to show all the most delicious and hot scenes that are planned for later? and you just sit and suffer, because you have to write further, but imaginary eroticism is spinning before your eyes as a film.

I hate my vivid imagination.

and it’s already drawing too hot things for the future, believe me.

i just brought a new chapter of fanfic to Ao3 - and so I hate translations sometimes. but alas, there is no one else to do this.

and it’s also hell to try to juggle some words or, God forbid, accents or mannerisms when the language is not yours at all.

someone save me, what have I gotten myself into…

Sam nodded immediately, then blushed and averted her eyes. However, when she next looked at Scam, there was much more confidence in her face.

“Will you leave here with me?”

- Touch of plague

“Nice shot,” he said quietly.

“Nice driving skills,” she did not stay in debt.

He chuckled louder.

“One - one.”

- Your love could start a war

It was wrong to approach Timothy Scam without expecting a catch, and even the handcuffs on him were not distracting enough to be careless.

- Your love could start a war

I recently rewatched Totally Spies. and, God have mercy on my soul, I have now started writing Sam/Scam fanfic.

and I'm just wondering how much this is needed in the English-speaking fandom - because it's very unlikely that I'll bring anything new. and if I have to, I will die again in the process of translation.

eh… I hate my manner of wanting to write fanfic about any fandom in my life.

It's time to talk about what text I'm working on now…

…and this is "The Man with a Thousand Voices" 🐉

my first full-length fantasy novel with a touch of travel novel, telling how a small detachment on behalf of a monarch sets out on a journey in search of the chosen one who will subdue the legendary dragons and be able to save the kingdom in its most difficult hour. the initial idea came when, while listening to music, I caught a deep emotional wound, catching millions of undertones of feelings in the singer’s voice. I’m always receptive to music, but at that moment a barrage of questions came into my head. how much can be hidden behind our words and voice? what depths of emotion can grow within us, and what will happen if we give in to them? what are we ready for, following our feelings?

and so the characters for this story first appeared, and then the idea blossomed. the idea of the path of dissimilar and at the same time a bit similar people, to which I added, keeping in mind my best traditions, internal conflicts, a love line and, of course, a pinch of magic. 🐉 the setting of the story is a fantasy world with features of ancient Britain (and vague echoes of ancient Scandinavia) and celtic flavor. the world is... vest-pocket? not pretending to be a strictly historical Middle Ages, but rather painting a picture for you and me… but I’m trying to put my soul into this picture.

I'll post small snippets and quotes online as I write, but the full text probably won't appear until I've finished the entire novel. not in English for sure, translating it would be even more of a hell than writing it, sorry x)

When someone asked: “what kind of music do you like?”

normal people: I love rock, some light-pop, also i have some country on my playlist…

me: well, you know… doomer post-punk, dwarven heavy metal, celtic folk-covers of pop and rock, old school dungeon synth and so on…

finding a suitable playlist for your text means writing with all possible inspiration, then starting to sing along, and then hanging out for a few minutes, shaking your head, only to then curse yourself and go on to finish writing.

and if this is not the case, then it’s the wrong playlist at all.

translated another drabble. for now this is the last written part of the fanfic, but there is a good chance that I will write something else - I still have enough ideas.

“Only a man with a thousand voices can command dragons,” said the old prophecy among the faded inscriptions on parchments…

yes, among the names of my heroes there are such as Achaenild, Kilhurst, Brychan, etc. and this is just Anglo-Saxon, not Elvish… but it will be hard for readers to accept.

and I don't care.

I just want my own little fantasy world from a mixture of Anglo-Saxon, Celtic and Nordic cultures… don't offend me.

this is just literally me when I started the novel. I just want to kiss my characters and give them the warmest hugs.

Nothing to see here, just me fangirling over my own characters

and here is the fifth drabble translated. I know it took a long time, but I tried my best (although it’s still physically difficult for me to translate).

and i guess they did something with links to ao3 fics? or is it only my problem?...