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Hiya everybody, I’m running a daiya event highlighting and celebrating trans and gender non-conforming identity headcanons in the series over on twitter. The interest check just went up and I’d love to hear from you all!!
https://x.com/transdaiyamonth/status/1782785883533386113?s=46&t=N3ShRV0vNQ96xVIH5DPAtw
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me @ myself: you will respond to the comments. you will not go to the fun yarn event until those comments from weeks ago are answered.
#when your social anxiety makes you love and fear comments#I never know how to respond to people#but I want them to know I'm glad they liked the thing
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WIP Wednesday has returned and I’m back on my bullshit with my baseball idiots. Mainly because tomorrow is Nabe’s bday so this is from a fic that I will never finish 🥲
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“Would you have said yes?” Nabe asks suddenly. His eyes are cast down at his drink as he swirls the dark liquid around and around. He still has the undercut from his high school days, but his hair is long enough to be pulled back into a bun. Miyuki watches as a strand of hair falls free to frame the side of Nabe’s face. “Miyuki?”
He blinks and notices Nabe watching him. “What did you say?” Miyuki mumbles his words and they’re barely loud enough to hear over the music.
A corner of Nabe’s lips curls upwards into a wry smile. “I asked if you would have said yes.”
“To… what?” Miyuki internally flinches at how little he’d been paying attention.
This time Nabe rolls his eyes and Miyuki remembers all the moments that he had pushed Nabe’s patience in high school. “In high school. If I asked you out.” His clarification is a little clipped and to the point — the only indication that Nabe is frustrated with him.
Would he have? Miyuki wonders to himself. He looks at Nabe again, who has turned his attention to the room around them. Observing like always. He’s so similar yet so different from the young man Miyuki used to know. “Probably not,” he finds himself saying honestly. “I didn’t really have eyes for anything other than baseball then.”
“No?” Nabe’s eyes are guarded when they turn back to him. Miyuki thinks they look almost accusatory. “I think you had eyes for one or two others.”
This time it’s Miyuki who breaks their eye contact. “Maybe,” he admits. He must not have hidden it as well as he thought, or he simply underestimated Nabe’s perceptive nature.
Nabe waves a hand through the air in dismissal. “It’s fine.” He gives a rueful smile. “We were different back then, right?”
“Right,” miyuki mumbles. Though sometimes he wonders if he’s changed at all. He still has the same embarrassing fashion sense according to Mei, Kuramochi continues to remind him of his shitty personality, and Sawamura still calls him a bastard whenever he gets the chance. “Change…”
#miyunabe#miyuki kazuya#watanabe hisashi#daiya no ace#wip wednesday#I guess this could kinda be finished#like it’s fine on its own as a Drabble or something#meh
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It is mid-April and the only good thing to happen so far in 2024 is convincing my friend to read the Thrawn books and him absolutely loving Thrawn and Eli.
Work life is miserable, my personal life is a struggle bus, but this… This is what will get me through this year.
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Quick PSA, if you get one of those "Work scanned, AI use detected" comments on AO3, just mark them as spam.
Some moron apparently built a bot to annoy or prank hundreds of authors.
There is no scanning process, your work doesn't actually resemble AI writing, it's all bullshit. Mark the comment as spam (on AO3, not the email notification you got about the comment!) and don't let it get to you.
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Some of my favorite words and phrases to describe a character in pain
coiling (up in a ball, in on themselves, against something, etc)
panting (there’s a slew of adjectives you can put after this, my favorites are shakily, weakly, etc)
keeling over (synonyms are words like collapsing, which is equally as good but overused in media)
trembling/shivering (additional adjectives could be violently, uncontrollably, etc)
sobbing (weeping is a synonym but i’ve never liked that word. also love using sob by itself, as a noun, like “he let out a quiet sob”)
whimpering (love hitting the wips with this word when a character is weak, especially when the pain is subsiding. also love using it for nightmares/attacks and things like that)
clinging (to someone or something, maybe even to themselves or their own clothes)
writhing/thrashing (maybe someone’s holding them down, or maybe they’re in bed alone)
crying (not actual tears. cry as in a shrill, sudden shout)
dazed (usually after the pain has subsided, or when adrenaline is still flowing)
wincing (probably overused but i love this word. synonym could be grimacing)
doubling-over (kinda close to keeling over but they don’t actually hit the ground, just kinda fold in on themselves)
heaving (i like to use it for describing the way someone’s breathing, ex. “heaving breaths” but can also be used for the nasty stuff like dry heaving or vomiting)
gasping/sucking/drawing in a breath (or any other words and phrases that mean a sharp intake of breath, that shite is gold)
murmuring/muttering/whispering (or other quiet forms of speaking after enduring intense pain)
hiccuping/spluttering/sniffling (words that generally imply crying without saying crying. the word crying is used so much it kinda loses its appeal, that’s why i like to mix other words like these in)
stuttering (or other general terms that show an impaired ability to speak — when someone’s in intense pain, it gets hard to talk)
staggering/stumbling (there is a difference between pain that makes you not want to stand, and pain that makes it impossible to stand. explore that!)
recoiling/shrinking away (from either the threat or someone trying to help)
pleading/begging (again, to the threat, someone trying to help, or just begging the pain to stop)
Feel free to add your favorites or most used in the comments/reblogs!
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Wild West AU Thrawn and Eli for @wildwestzine
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I woke up with a headache and decided to make myself feel worse cause that’s how I vibe. I might try bringing back six sentence Sunday which I used to do once upon a time. Might be fun to post some wips or little blurbs. Though it’ll probably be Six-ish Sentence Sunday cause I can never stick to any sort of guidelines. Here’s the blurb I wrote. Very much based on this fanart because it’s been stuck in my brain and it makes me feel all the feels.
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It’s gone. Cody can’t believe it. Where Obi-Wan’s eyes had always resembled the bright sky, now all he sees reflected in them is that of a tumultuous sea. Storm clouds have smothered the light of this man and it breaks something inside of Cody.
The blaster in Obi-Wan’s hand shakes and he struggles to keep it lifted as a barrier between them. The look of anguish and fear upon his face makes it difficult for Cody to breathe. This man…
This man had been so full of life and hope and light that he had unknowingly pulled Cody into his orbit with his bright laugh and witty banter and utterly brilliant mind. Now, as Cody watches Obi-Wan’s eyes widen in a panic, he realizes that Obi-Wan is just a shadow of what he once was. And Cody knows without a doubt, that he’s to blame.
#codywan#obi wan kenobi#commander cody#Star Wars#six sentence sunday#I love making myself feel worse#now I’m gonna chug some coffee#take some pain meds#and suffer the day#queued
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I just spent the last hour of work reading fanfic because my brain looked at the report I needed to write and turned off
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this has been such a stressful work week and all I want to do tonight is write, eat, and sleep. but I just remembered I haven't done my taxes so I'm gonna go cry and do that ;-;
#not writing#god and tomorrow is going to be a Day#I should not have looked at my schedule for tomorrow
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WIP Wednesday!
It’s a whisper in his ear. The words carried on the wind that he can’t quite make out.
It’s the caress of a warm breeze on his cheek. The air is dry unlike the humidity on the planet he’s currently hiding on.
It’s the tug in his chest, pulling him away from this damp place. It calls him — beckons him — elsewhere… to the place where his heart is. To the place where a portion of his soul hides.
Cody knows that he’s out there somewhere. He has to be, but Cody just doesn’t know where.
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Picture ID under the cut:
[ID: A list of prompts in three columns. The background is a desaturated photograph of purple chimney bellflower. The bottom corners have credits on them. The right corner is the credit for the background, which is to Nati @ Pexels.com. The left corner is the credit/signature of the blog, Zazu Prompts. The title and prompts are as follows:
April 2024 Prompts List:
Whisper
Finish
Forest
Point
Light
Bird
Emptiness
Damage
Enough
Solid
World
Warrior
Mist
Resist
Worth
Freeze
Armor
Play
Protect
Council
Strength
Contact
Harm
Trait
Trouble
Cast
Found
Heal
Blind
Range
End ID]
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I just wanna write but my brain won't let meee!!!
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Cody defects and finds himself where all depressed outlaws end up (Tatooine). He picks up odd jobs, maybe an off book bounty or two. Mostly just junk collecting since he can't be on the books and showing his face is dangerous. He's doing some scrap salvage in the desert one day and his metal detector goes off.
He takes out his shovel and digs and finds a box with two lightsabers.
Familiar lightsabers.
Cody always did have luck finding Obi-Wan's missing saber.
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“this ship isn’t canon” to YOU. I, however, am delusional
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87. Material
Philip and Trevor sit side-by-side on a bench in the park. Nature surrounds them — green grass, tall trees, chirping birds… the sun warms their skin from above. It’s a piece of calm nestled within a bustling city, seemingly hidden from the material world. The quiet makes Philip fidget. He’s never been good when left to his thoughts.
“It’s nice, isn’t it?” Trevor asks, closing his eyes and tilting his face toward the sun. “Getting away from everything for a little bit?”
Philip mimics Trevor, but his eyes catch the high-rises stretching above the trees. “It’s just a lie though.”
Trevor opens his eyes, noticing where Philip’s looking. “Maybe, but sometimes it’s nice to pretend that we’re not needed in all of that, and just be present and enjoy the moment.” He smiles at Philip with kind, understanding eyes.
Philip sighs. “That does sound nice.”
#travelers netflix#travelers#philip pearson#trevor holden#phevor#101 micro fic prompts#<150 words#queued
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98. Please
The list of names and numbers seems to swim on the page in front of her, making Morgana’s head spin. “Shit,” she whispers to herself when she glances at the clock. She should have left over an hour ago to meet Gwen for dinner. Rubbing her eyes, she sighs as she drops her pen and paper to the desk. “Shit,” she repeats. This is the third time this week that she messed up their plans.
“Knock, knock!” A familiar voice sings as her office door opens with a bump of the hip. Gwen saunters in, holding two bags of takeout in her hands.
“Gwen?” Morgana asks in disbelief. A smile forms on her lips. “What are you doing here?”
Gwen looks a little sheepish. “Please don’t be upset, but I called your office earlier to check on you, and it sounded like they had you buried in work, so…” She lifts the two bags. “I thought I’d bring dinner to you.”
Morgana’s heart swells. “You’re not mad at me?”
With a fond roll of her eyes, Gwen sets down the bags on Morgana’s desk. “Morgana, I knew what I was getting myself into from the get go. I’ll never be mad at you for something like this. Your father, however…”
Morgana laughs until the smell of Thai food reaches her and she may honestly cry. “Is that…?”
“You’re favorite?” Gwen winks, lifting a container.
“God, I love you.”
Gwen laughs when Morgana’s stomach growls. “I know.”
#bbc merlin#morgana pendragon#morgwen#gwen merlin#modern setting#101 micro fic prompts#<250 words#queued
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