#Incorrect quotes generator - there´s much fun to be had | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

writing-havoc · 2 years

Text

High

♡ Summary: You come back to the Slat very high, revealing a fear to Kaz he has honestly no idea what to make of

♡ Fandom: Six of Crows, Shadow and Bone

♡ Pairing(s): Kaz Brekker x Reader, platonic!Crows x reader

♡ Warning(s): Weed, mention of stab wound and gunshot wound

♡ WC: 2k

Honestly just a thinly veiled crackfic of sorts? If that's a way to explain it? Just crows being crows. Kaz might be a tad ooc in this one but I honestly can't tell, lemme know. Please excuse any grammar mistakes and spelling errors! Hope you enjoy <3

The idea comes from ScatterPatter's incorrect quote generator!

∘₊✧──────────────────✧₊∘

The Slat was rather empty as of now, but that was normal given the time of day. The Crow Club needed to be well staffed towards the darkening hours and there were other matters to attend to and that needed to be done under the lamp-light of the sun, leaving the usual Crows and a few other stragglers who managed to snag a shift off or a shift later, few even trading shifts once approved by Kaz.

Kaz stood at the top of the stairs, his a bit propped as he bent his knee, shifting his weight to his good one. It didn't do much, it never did, but it still helped. His eyes scanned the very small crowd below, watching Nina make Matthias go red with her usual raunchy jokes and rub against him in a sultry manner. Jesper laughed at the color of red, while Wylan's face mimicked Matthias' exactly. Inej smiled simply, shaking her head.

A table on the other end of the ground floor held the rest of the people, who were playing their own intense game of blackjack betting corn chips and stale pretzels. Every once in a while a loud roar would eminate from that side, sending pretzels upwards as the loser smashed their fist into the table.

Everything was as it should be, yet it still felt out of place.

You were missing. Maybe not 'Missing' missing, but you had told everyone you'd be gone for an hour or two at most. It's been nearly four and Kaz was ready to send a search party any second.

His hands gripped the railing, fingertips just barely able to feel the rough wood through the slits in his gloves. The door felt like it was glued shut under the scrutiny of his eyes.

But it wasn't. You opened the door not even a moment later, stumbling a little as you stepped through the threshold and closed the door with your back, feet stumbling after it.

For a moment Kaz thought that you were stabbed. Gunshot wound, maybe. But he saw a crooked smile on your face and your eyes were squinting, and really there were only a few explanations for that.

He made his way down the steps, cane thunking on every other one all the way down. Nina and Inej spotted you instantly and called you over, and he watched in minor amusement as you took a moment to respond, grin going stupid on your face as you got a good look at them and sauntered over like you've got your sea legs.

They took in your demeanor instantly, Jesper barking out a rush of laughter at your high self and Matthias staring in confusion. Wylan was placid, watching you walk up.

"I see you had a fun couple of hours." Jesper remarked.

"Yeah they did. They can barely stand upright." Nina chuckled.

You gave her a look of mock offense. "I can stand upright!" But your s's sounded more like a shush and he could tell your mouth was moving slower than your brain, body swaying to one side before you caught yourself and swayed the other way.

"Sure, darling." Nina chuckled.

"What's wrong with them?" Matthias asked

Jesper scoffed. "Oh come on, surely they've got some kind of weed up in Fjerda?"

"They consumed weeds?" Matthias looked you up and down. "That can't be healthy with Ketterdam's waters."

Nina said something in Fjerdan, a translation, and suddenly Matthias' face was one of understanding. "That would explain it."

Wylan smiled. "You couldn't tell by the way they're acting?"

"Ketterdam is a confusing place. Your local activities are not ones I'm accustomed to yet." Matthias huffed. "Surely wouldn't think anybody foolish enough to smoke something like that this late in this city of all places."

"Foolish as it may be," Kaz piped up, "it's standard practice in Kerch. Used both recreationally and medically. The only problem is whether it's laced or not."

You giggled beside him. "It wasn't."

"Obviously." He mumbled, trying his best to keep his expression collected. But you were dancing to a song in your head and couldn't even keep your eyes open and it was making his heart swell.

Inej walked on over, steadying you with a smile. You frowned, being unable to sway to your inner music, but let it go. Instead, you bumped your head, knuckles tapping the rhythm on the table.

"I'm gonna need about four rolls of whatever you smoked tonight." Jesper leaned over and pushed you with two fingers, watching as you swayed back and forth like a buoy when he removed his hand.

Nina chuckled. "Me too, honestly. Y/n, honey, who's your supplier?" Her tone was joking, but curious.

They all watched as you stopped listening to the music in your head, eyes now looking at everyone at the table. You looked lost, almost.

Your eyes landed on Kaz, and he could have sworn his heart lept into his throat when you gave him the softest of smiles and bunted your forehead into the thickest part of his clothing. You pulled back immediately, going back to your internal music.

But it lept in a good way. There was still the micro moment of fear that became instinctual when he was touched, but it ebbed away after a moment of two. He could still feel the pressure of your head pushing into his clothing, pushing into his skin, but it's not nearly as bad as usual.

Finally, when you looked just about ready to sit on the floor after an hour of conversation from the rest of the group, Kaz decided it was time to get you to bed, away from the now incoming groups of people. "C'mon. Let's get you upstairs."

"I don't wanna be a fish." You pouted. He tugged you along, hooking the beak of his cane on your waist. You trudged along, making a very minimal effort to stop him.

"You aren't going to be a fish." He was distinctly aware of how fond he sounded and cursed the Saints Inej prays to.

"No fish?"

"No fish." To be completely honest he's got no idea what you're talking about and how you expect to be turned into a fish. But if he had to guess, you mean you don't want a bath, which he usually makes you take after a little too much to drink (with obvious precautions so that you don't drown yourself). He'd called you a fish once before when you refused to get out of the tub. It must have stuck and resurfaced.

"You're not drunk. So you're not getting a bath." He took the steps with you, making sure that you didn't fall and tumble down the slightly creaky boards. He could hear the teasing from behind him, but didn't care.

You stared at him, eyes cracking open. He could see the whitish parts of your eyes were now tainted pink, pupils blown wide.

He knew you must be thinking right now. That's the part he liked between drunk and high individuals. When you're high you can still think, thoughts at least somewhat coherent with basic morality and problem solving skills slightly intact. Drunk, not so much. He liked seeing the cogs turn in your head as he pushed you up one more stair after the other.

"Waffles." Was all you said after all that steam coming out of your ears.

"I will have waffles brought up soon. We need to get you on soft ground." He brought his fingers up to the small of your back, watching as it arched away from his slowly approaching fingers, your legs picking up the pace.

"Thank you, love." You gave a smile, eyes closed. Though he's not sure whether that was intentional or just because you couldn't keep them open.

A wolf whistle sounded behind him.

"Stop reading my heart, Zenik." He called over his shoulder, cursing the organ in question under his breath. You giggled, Nina giving another one.

The moment you finally made it to his office he closed the door, making swift work to open the door leading to his bedroom.

It's not that he thinks you'll fall over. It's moreso that he knows you'll do anything to stop yourself from doing so, even if it means taking out all of your surroundings and looking like a complete idiot while flailing for a solid handhold. He'd rather not have his office wrecked in the span of two minutes.

Once he moved the covers of his bed to one side, he returned for you, and nearly had a heart attack when he realized you weren't where he left you.

'You're literally inebriated,' he thought. 'How could you have been so silent and so fast under my radar?'

It took not a moment of looking around to find you at his desk, slumped on his chair with your head resting on your crossed arms, upper body leaning onto the flat surface more than you probably should.

"Come, love." He called, walking over to you. "Your bed is ready."

"'At's your bed." You mumbled.

"You use it more than I do. It's yours just as much as it's mine." He steeled himself, taking your hands and pulling you up.

You made quick work to follow, hands still in his gloved ones as he herded you toward the bed. Once you sat down, he bent down and untied your shoes, slipping them off your feet and placing them at the foot where you nearly never tredded.

"Kaz." You called. He looked up in an instant.

"Yeah?"

"I just thought of something really scary."

Your honesty was both chilling and worth admiring. "What'd you think about?"

As you talked, he stood up. "If I ever wake up as my favorite food."

He couldn't help the way his eyebrows crinkled and his lips arched up in a smile. "Elaborate, perhaps?"

"Because I'd eat myself."

He paused. "You'd eat yourself?"

You nodded. "Yeah. Like... no hesitation. I'd look down and just start digging in. I think that would be scary." You were silent for a moment, yet your hands were stilled midair like you were about to say something else. But you didn't. You just nodded again and stopped talking, very confident in yourself and the answer you gave.

"Lucky for you," he took your jacket off, "you won't be waking up as anything of the sort."

"Are you sure?" The fear in your voice was surprisingly palpable.

"I'm sure." He hung your jacket on a metal ring on the inside of the door.

"You promise?"

He turned around to you, seeing just how frightened you were by this concept. He walked up to you calmly and surely, standing in front of you with a face that read confident and not confusion like he felt internally.

"I promise." He put his glove to your forehead and kissed the back of it. "I'm sure you will have the best sleep of your life."

You were thoughtful for a moment, a slight blush on your cheeks and crawling through the shell of your ear. Once you were absolutely sure, you nodded and let yourself fall to the mattress in a very similar fashion to a sack of potatoes.

Kaz barely had time to get you to pull your legs up and under the covers before you were out like a light, soft snores filling the small room.

He sighed heavily.

He really loved you, there was no question in that... but what the fuck is he supposed to do with this? Eating yourself should you wake up as your favorite food? This couldn't be a genuine fear, he had to convince himself of that.

It was a thought he would carry around constantly for at least the next few weeks, he was sure of it.

When he had asked you about in the morning, well rested just like he expected, you just shuddered and walked away.

Kaz doesn't want to know anymore.

#kaz brekker fanfic #kaz brekker x y/n #kaz brekker #kaz brekker imagine #kaz brekker x reader #six of crows fanfic #soc x reader #six of crows x reader #shadow and bone x reader #fanfic #kaz brekker x you

621 notes · View notes

aurelian-university · 7 months

Text

Sneak Peek #2 (sort of): Incorrect Quotes Tag Game

I've been meaning to do this for my AU OCs for a while now... thought it would be a fun way to introduce you to these characters and give you a feel for what they're going to be like in the story before you meet them properly.

Hope you all like this! And I also hope it gets you excited for the actual story (which is coming soon, I promise lol. I've just been super busy lately... and to be honest... Steph's Crew has been more of a priority lately writing-wise. I'm trying to give the story a satisfying conclusion, but it's so hard when you've purposely made everyone's arcs so unnecessarily complicated haha).

I'm also making this a tag game (I'll tag people at the end like I normally do).

Here's the link to the incorrect name generator:

And without further ado, let's get started!

*Zephyr drunkenly wanders around the house and Isadora is drunkenly giggling* Caius, completely sober: *sighs* Well, it looks like it's just me and you against the world, June. Juniper, going to her room: Nope, just you. *shuts door*

___

Adara: Life could be worse, Avalon. Avalon: Life could be a lot better too!

___

Isadora: It's locked. You got a lock pick? Zephyr: Yeah- Cassius: *kicks in the door*

___

Zephyr: I’m in love with you. Eurydice: We called off the prank war last night at midnight, dork. Zephyr: I know. Eurydice: Ah. Okay. Um. Cool. Neat. Very cool. Cool. Cool. Coolcoolcool-

___

Isadora: You’re alive. Marcelline: No need to sound so disappointed.

___

Zephyr: We have fun, don’t we, Cai? Caius: I have never been more stressed out in my entire life.

___

*The squad is at a dinner party but someone has been murdered* Cassius: You’re acting pretty carefree for someone whose life’s at stake. Who’s to say you aren’t the killer? Zephyr: It’s a murder, not a tax audit. I’ll be fine. Juniper: What about Eurydice? Nobody ever suspects Eurydice! Eurydice: Well what about Zephyr? He has a gun! Caius: Cassius has a knife. Cassius: Yeah, for fun, not for murder! *stabs Juniper in the arm*

___

Eurydice: Caius gets offended by everything. Caius: What did you say about me?!? Eurydice: Eurydice: Case in point.

___

Avalon: Adara, what if there are monsters? Adara: Don’t worry, we’re top of the food chain. Much later… Avalon, lying awake at night: I am the monster.

___

Zephyr: You’re overthinking this. Caius: You don’t know the appropriate level of thinking, Zephyr. What if I’m underthinking?

___

Adara: Why would you do that? Avalon: Because I feel guilty. Isadora: Guilt is a trick emotion. It’s put there by your parents to stop you from doing things that feel good.

___

Marcelline, holding a box of Lunchables: Ah, I loved these when I was younger… fine dining. Isadora: Fix yourself.

___

Xander: You know, Ava, you are the sun in my life. Avalon: Why? 'Cause I'm smoking hot? Xander: Because it hurts my eyes looking at you.

___

Adara: I’ve organised messages from my BFF into three categories. Adara: “From Isadora.” Adara: “Death Threats.” Adara: and “Death Threats From Isadora.”

___

Marcelline: What if the person who named Walkie-Talkies named everything? Zephyr: Pregnancy tests are Maybe Babies. Eurydice: Socks are Feetie Heaties. Caius: Defibrillators are Heartie Starties. Xander: Nightmares are Dreamy Screamies. Juniper: Stamps are Lickie Stickies. Cassius: I hate you guys so much.

___

Xander: A decision had to be made. Caius: And you f*cked it up!

___

Juniper: Hey, Xander you're smart, tell me what would happen if I chugged 3 gallons of chloroform. Xander: Have you ever been to a mortuary? Juniper: Yeah, my grandma lives there. Caius: That is the worst response to that question.

___

Caius, to Zephyr: I mean, I get complimented all the time- Avalon: *starts cackling* Caius: I do! Avalon: *laughs harder*

___

Marcelline: What happened?! Isadora: Do you want the long version or the short version? Marcelline: Sh-short?? Isadora: Sht*'s f*cked. Marcelline: Okay, long. Isadora: Sh*t's very f*cked.

___

Juniper: Who hurt you? Eurydice: *snorting* What, do you want a list? Juniper: …Yes, actually.

Done!

Tagging these guys:

@exquisitecrow, @thelavenderwriter, @gummybugg, @waywardwizzard, @the-stray-storyteller, @sam-glade, @sarahlizziewrites, @mjparkerwriting, @maiwritesbooks, @janec23, @mysticstarlightduck, @winterandwords, @hallwriteblr, @leisoree, @writinglittlebeasts, @stanrendipity, @magpie24601, @eli-writes-sometimes, @ashwithapen, and @fire-but-ashes-too. As well as anybody else that's interested!

#aurelian university #au #writerblr #tag game #incorrect quotes

19 notes · View notes

pb-dot · 9 months

Text

WIP Incorrect Quotes 2: Clockmen Edition

I did one of these recently, but since I got a steaming fresh tag from @mrbexwrites and had the villainous characters from Hearts In Clockwork on my mind after my last WIP Wednesday so I figured why not give the bad guys, -gals, and -pals their time in the spotlight for once. Observant readers will notice 12 isn't in any of these and it's because I forgot sorry he's no fun and mostly just rude

Quotes were generated by this Incorrect Quote Generator, although some shuffling was done manually to get the characters to fit well enough just right.

Tagging some fellow writeyblrs for more incorrect quote shenanigans. @sm-writes-chaos @scribe-cas @anonymousfoz @at-thezenith @theskeletonprior

10: Can I get a waffle? One and Creator: fighting and yelling at each other 10: Can I p l e a s e get a waffle?

----

Three: Wow, great work on the Halloween decorations. Where did you get the fake skeletons? Two: Fake?

----

One: I have a problem. 10: Kill it. One: Can you chill for like, two seconds?

----

Creator: I hope you have an explanation for this. Three: We have three actually- Four: Pick your favorite.

----

Three: Go big or go home! Creator: Please, for once in your life just go home. I'm begging you. Go. Home. Three: I'm going big!

----

Two (brainstorming ideas for pranking Creator): How much could a serial killer mask possibly cost? Four: Well it’s hard to find a high-quality one made out of leather or silicone, but if you did find a good one like that it’d be a couple thousands of dollars. I can try to hook you up with one but I don’t know if I’d be very successful. Two: Huh, that’s pretty interesting actually- Wait, how the hell do you know that? Four: …I am very passionate about Halloween, Two.

----

One: I can’t tell if you’re a genius or just incredibly arrogant. Creator: Well, on a good day, I’m both.

----

One: Your Honor, I hereby submit the following to the court: One: 10, what the actual FUCK?

----

Two: And then they ran into my knife. They ran into my knife ten times. Four: You mean you stabbed them? Two: They ran into my knife.

----

Four: I like to think of myself as a semi-responsible adult here. One: Three is 70% of your impulse control and you know this Four. Three: I feel like Four is the more responsible one of us two though. Four: We are both 70% of each others' impulse control. Three: Just two lil beasts in pinwheel hats spinning on the merry-go-round at dangerous velocities, holding each other’s hands so the other doesn’t fall off

----

Creator: Come on, Two! How many times do I have to apologize? Two: Once! Creator: …No.

-----

Four: (about Two and Creator) They make a cute couple, huh? Three: They certainly are standing next to each other.

tag list @ettawritesnstudies @mrbexwrites @teacupsandstarlight @anonymousfoz @wrenofthewords

If you want to be put on the Tag List for this project, please interact with my Tag List Post

#writing #tag game #writeblr #hearts in clockwork #the clockwork boy

10 notes · View notes

icommitedcrimesasatoaster · 14 days

Text

Welcome to my hell (I made for myself) (AU MASTER POST)

Welcome to my shitshow. This entire thing originated from a dream. Had a vision in the gacha artstyle about 6 people from different universes being stuck in jail and here we are.

The AU focuses on 5 characters

Cody: My guy. I love torturing him more then i should.

Marshall Commander of the GAR and the responsible adult. If you ignore him kicking droids..

Katara: Too young, you never realize a character is young until you put her in a room with slightly older people.

A proficient water bender with a track record of fighting and ending a war in like 5 months with a bald child, her brother, The greatest earth bender of all time™ and an angsty teenager.

Kanade Yoisaki: My friend has been making fun of me for that one LMAO

A musical composer in the group 25-ji, Nightcord de. who she is a lader off, her skills include somehow surviving off of nothing except ramen noodles, somehow having enough money to not go into an orphanage and just in general rolling all 1's and still surviving

Tommyinnit: YOU DIDN'T EXPECT THAT ONE DID YA????? (unless if you looked at the tags.)

Your average traumatized teenager who went trough hell and back AND death and back. He has seen it all. Also chaotic little bastard that will see you in the vents.

Technoblade: I love him <3 (ignore the dead people)

A man known throughout the lands he has stepped on ,leaving a bloody trail behind him. Every ruler who wants him dead either isn't here or is too scared to voice it. Also he is socially awkward 6'5ft man who says "You too" to a waiter

There will be a one shot fic soon , when ill post it ill update it so its on the top. But right now its not so eh

Because I had a lot of stress for the past month my brain pulled itself to this au like a magnet (And another one i may post about on a later date)

So enjoy now what I have gathered aka my collection of shitposts, images and charts.

THE CHARACTER RELATIONSHIPS (this may change, as i made it first)

Made by me

Tommy artist: IDK (please tell me)

Technoblade artist: I also don't knwo (im bad at tracking it)

The gang! (Aka me looking trough the "Draw your gang" tag.)

Full post here:

Chart! Can't get enough of them!

Post 1:

Post 2:

Incorrect quotes , MY FAVORITE! (kill me.)

Post:

MISCELLANEOUS (i had to google how to spell that one-)

art+ dagger.

...well-

thats basically how i describe this post-

you don't realize how far you brainrotted until you have 11 pages of wip that you basically haven't started, a massive file and countless messages to my victim (Ash I am so so sorry.)

..uh enjoy?

#masterpost #commander cody #katara #technoblade #tommyinnit #kanade yoisak #avatar the last airbender #sw tcw #project sekai #dream smp #au in progress #crossover #just a giant brainrot for all you to enjoy... I may update this if i like #get more shit #eh

4 notes · View notes

wildcreativemastermind · 2 years

Text

me: I absolutely take history seriously and don’t do anything stupid with it

also me:

#being dumb with history #ulysses s grant #general grant #william tecumseh sherman #general sherman #incorrect quotes #late night posts #i have found the incorrect quotes generator and had way to much fun #admittedly that last one doesn't work considering they were fighting a war #and i kind of love the mental image of sherman struggling to hold a seagull #the third one should have grant saying 'what the heck' cause he did not swear #that's what rawlins was there for

52 notes · View notes

blackspoon99 · 3 years

Text

The Sign of Three Pt. 3

Sherlock x Female! Reader

TW: Drinking, Language, Potential Emetophobia (If you’ve seen this episode, you know), Spoilers to Season 3

Part 1

Part 2

Part 4

Part 5

“Of course, there’s hours of material here, but I’ve cut it down to the really good bits.”

Oh god, the stag night. You almost laughed just thinking about it. It was unbelievable that Sherlock was willingly telling this story to an audience. You were fortunate enough to witness some of the events of the night firsthand.

The story began the morning of in Baker Street, 11 am:

It was a Saturday morning, and you were over having tea with Sherlock. For the two of you, “having tea” consisted of you both reading in complete silence while you happened to be drinking tea. It was a common occurrence, and for you, it was a treasured tradition. You were curled up in John’s chair opposite Sherlock. Today, you were reading Emma by Jane Austen. You peeked over at Sherlock to see what he was reading. Sherlock was reading a book titled “Atlas of Forensic Pathology”. Riveting. The book looked so heavy; it would probably go straight through the floor if he dropped it.

You returned to your book. This was probably your third time reading the Jane Austen classic. You were inexplicably drawn to the plot, the message, the love story, all of it. You finally were at your favorite part. When Mr. Knightly said to Emma, “If I loved you less, I might be able to talk about it more.” You looked at Sherlock over the pages of your book. You couldn’t help but consider the relevance of the quote in your own life.

When you first came to terms with the fact that you were in love with Sherlock, the feeling had burned through you. You couldn’t focus and constantly fought the urge to tell him. Possibly because of the several near-death experiences you'd had. After you made up with Sherlock at the engagement party, the feeling persisted but it was almost duller, easier to live with. You’d slowly regained security in Sherlock’s role in your life and you no longer constantly worried he’d leave again. You returned to your version of mundane and your unrequited feelings for Sherlock became the new normal. It had become more of a consistent ache than a burn.

Sherlock interrupted your thoughts: “Shouldn’t it be relatively easy to find a new book to read if you work in a bookstore?”

“True, but I like this one,” you said without looking up from your book.

“Why? What do you gain from reading a convoluted story of questionable morals that provides no useful information?”

You finally put your book down. “Because, I like to read for fun. Maybe you should try it sometime.”

Sherlock smiled and scoffed at you then returned to his book.

You shook your head and downed the rest of your tea. “Okay, I’ve got to go to work.” You got up and took your mug to the kitchen. On your way back to gather your things, you noticed an open file on the kitchen table that looked like a John Watson scrapbook. You pulled the first paper off the stack to see a cutout of John’s head pasted onto the Vitruvian Man. “Sherlock?” you called over your shoulder, “What’s this file for?”

“What file?” He asked.

You picked up the file and carried it back to the living room. You returned to your seat and started thumbing through it.

“Oh. That’s for the stag night,” said Sherlock.

“Stag night? I didn’t think you would want to do that sort of thing”

“Why not?” He swiftly closed his book. If you didn’t know better, you’d take the action as a sign of offense.

“Uh, no reason,” you said hastily. The file was full of peer-reviewed studies on alcohol consumption, detailed chemistry notes, and copies of John’s medical records. The last page was a detailed schedule of where they were going and how much they were going to drink every hour. “This is awfully thorough.”

“I needed to ensure the maximum amount of enjoyment for the both of us for the duration of the night.”

“How considerate of you.” You put the file down and leaned forward. “So, what do you have planned?”

“John and I will be drinking at a pub on every street we ever found a corpse.”

“That is oddly perfect for the both of you.”

“I thought so,” Sherlock said with a grin.

You looked at the time. If you didn’t leave now, you’d be late. “Well, I’m off. See you later, Sherlock.”

“Yes, yes, goodbye,” he mumbled and returned to reading. You left the file on the table, gathered your belongings, and left for your shift.

---------------------------------

Later that evening:

You closed the bookshop at 8 pm and headed to the tube station. As you made your way through the crowded streets, you heard your phone ringing. You dug through your bag to find it as you walked. You saw Sherlock’s name on the caller ID and answered it. Your ears were immediately assaulted by electronic dance music.

You heard Sherlock’s voice first “Shut up John, I’m calling her.” He shouted over the music

“Who?” you then recognized John’s voice.

“Her John, I’m calling her!”

You struggled to hear the call over the booming music “Hello?? Sherlock? Why are you calling me?”

“Oh! It’s y/n! Hello!” John shouted into the phone. You winced at the volume.

“John? Where are you? Are you drunk?”

“Stag night! Sherlock tried to measure my piss. Then he got into a fight.”

“Give me that back” Sherlock’s voice “Y/n meet us back at Baker Street. It’s an ‘mergency”

“What did you say? Sherlock? It’s really hard to hear,”

“Baker Street. Now!” He shouted then hung up.

For a moment, you stood in the street, dumbfounded. It was only 8 pm and both Sherlock and John were piss drunk at some club. You couldn’t even begin to process the rest of the information. So much for Sherlock’s plan, although it did seem like they had “maximized their enjoyment”. You weren’t about to miss this.

——————————

You arrived at Baker Street by 8:30 pm. You opened the door to find Sherlock and John laying across the bottom of the stairs. “Hello boys, I’m here.” You announced.

At the sound of your voice, Sherlock and John scrambled to sit upright. Sherlock fell down a step in the process. You tried your best to suppress your laughter. “So, I’m here. What’s the emergency, Sherlock?”

“Right, you,” He said, raising his arm to point at you. “Upstairs.”

You watched Sherlock and John slowly stand up. John lifted one foot to climb the stairs, then stumbled backward.

“Do you need help, John?” You asked.

“Nah,” he said, “‘s alright, I’m fine. I can do it myself.”

You slowly helped Sherlock and John up and into the flat. Sherlock tried to take off his coat, but his arms got stuck behind him. You giggled and gently pulled his coat off him and hung it on the coat rack. You lead Sherlock over to his chair and he flopped down into it.

You went into the kitchen to get some water for him and John. You figured they’d need it. You searched the cabinets, but there wasn’t a clean glass in sight. You resorted to the clean beakers on the countertops instead. You poured two 250mL beakers most of the way with water and walked them back into the living room. When you returned, Sherlock was sitting in his chair. He was drinking from a glass of scotch.

“Sherlock,” you groaned. “Where did you get that?” You attempted to reach for the glass, but he pulled his hand away, spilling it all over himself.

“It’s okay, this is fine,” he said, staring at his scotch-soaked shirt. “Oh,” he started. “I almost forgot,” Sherlock leaned over the side of his chair to grab something off the floor “You left this,” Sherlock said and handed you your copy of Emma. You hadn’t even realized it was gone.

“That was the emergency?”

“I still don’t understand how you could read this 3 times,” Sherlock slurred. “It’s so- what’s the word? Incorrect? ‘There is no charm equal to tenderness of heart.’ What an absurd thing to say” He contorted his face into an expression of disgust and took a sip of scotch from the glass in his hand.

“You read it? Today?” The fact that Sherlock had gone out of his way to read your favorite book made you unnaturally happy. You knew not to read into the things with Sherlock, but sometimes you couldn’t help yourself.

“You left it behind and I was so bored. Besides, I had to understand why you liked it so much. I still don’t know.”

You leaned over and snatched the glass of scotch from him. “I don’t think that’s the best idea, do you?” You handed him the beaker of water.

“Thank you,” he said with a goofy grin. In all the years you’d known Sherlock, you had never seen him like this. It was odd to say the least yet decidedly hilarious.

“Where’s John?”

Sherlock didn’t answer but pointed in the general direction of the bathroom. You decided to take the seat opposite Sherlock. As you sat down, Sherlock put his water on the floor. He then leaned forward and put his head in his hands, staring at you.

“What are you doing, Sherlock?” you asked.

“You,” he said, pointing at your face “are so hard to figure out sometimes, you know that?”

“Me?”

“It’s soooooo annoying. I can tell what almost everyone is thinking all the time, but not always you.”

“You think I’m hard to read?”

“Yes, you. Y/n L/n.” He waved his hands around while he slightly slurred his words.

“Okay then, how about this: I tell you what I’m thinking right now, and you do the same. Then, for one moment, we can understand each other completely.”

Sherlock furrowed his brow “You first.”

“I’m thinking… that I’m glad you called me.” Sherlock smiled and nodded. You giggled, “Now it’s your turn, and don’t lie to me. What are you thinking in this moment?”

Sherlock paused. “I’m thinking that my shirt’s all wet,” he said with a slight frown.

“That’s your own fault,” you said, putting one hand over your mouth to contain your laughter.

John re-entered the room holding post-it notes and a sharpie. “I’ve just had the best idea,” he said with a sloppy grin.

-----------------------------

The three of you all had post-its stuck to your foreheads, each with names written down. John sat in the client’s seat with the name MADONNA scribbled on the piece of paper stuck to his forehead. Sherlock, much to your enjoyment, had SHERLOCK HOLMES sloppily written on his forehead. As per the game, you had no idea what was written on yours. Sherlock was lounging back in his chair, resting his head on his hand.

“Am I a vegetable?” asked John

“You? Or the thing?” Sherlock asked smiling. The two of them snickered.

“Funny!” said John.

Sherlock looked down and smiled. “Thank you,” he choked out.

“To answer your question, John, no,” you said.

“Your go, Sherlock,” said John.

“Erm…. am I human?” he asked, turning to you.

“Sometimes,” you said with a smirk.

“No, no, it can’t be sometimes, can’t have that…”

“Fine. Yes, you’re human” you confirmed. “My turn. Am I a man?”

“Yeeep” answered John. “Sherlock, you again,” John said, forgetting it was his turn.

“Am I a man?”

John nodded. Sherlock kept going. “Am I a tall man?”

John looked at you and started laughing before he even spoke “Mm, not as tall as people think.” John’s head flopped to the side as he let out a hiccup

“Nice?”

“Ishh,” John said skeptically.

“Clever?”

“I’d say so,” you interjected.

“Do people…” he made air quotes as he spoke the word ‘people’ “... like me?”

“Not really,” you said, chuckling “You tend to rub them the wrong way.” If you had to babysit your adult drunk friends, you might as well have some fun.

“Hm,” Sherlock nodded intently. “Am I the current King of England?”

You and John immediately burst into laughter. “Good guess, Sherlock. But you do know England doesn’t have a king?”

“Don’t we?”

“No,” John said. “Y/n, you go now”

“Right, okay. Am I a friend of ours?”

“Ehh, yes?” Sherlock said.

“Yes, yes they are Sherlock,” said John “Jesus.”

“Well, that narrows it down significantly. Am I Greg?”

“Who’s Greg?” Sherlock asked.

You rolled your eyes and took the post-it off your forehead. The name “Gavin” was written on it in Sherlock’s handwriting. Of course.

“Hey!” Sherlock yelled, “Cheater, that’s cheating. John, did you see that? Y/n’s cheating.” Sherlock got up and took the post-it from your hand. He leaned forward and stuck it back on your forehead. “There. Now it’s John’s turn.”

“Am I a woman?” asked John. He slumped in his seat. Sherlock immediately started giggling. “What?” John asked.

“Yes,” confirmed Sherlock

“Am I a pretty woman?”

“Er, beauty is a construct based entirely on childhood impressions, influences, and role models.”

“But am I pretty?” John asked again.

“Yeah, Sherlock? Is John a pretty woman?”

“I don’t know who you are. I don’t know who you’re supposed to be.”

“What?! You picked the name,” John said.

“Ah, but I picked it at random from the papers,” Sherlock said, flailing his arm over to the stack of newspapers in the corner.

“I don’t think you understand the point of this game, Sherlock,” you added.

“So, I am human, I’m not as tall as people think I am ... I’m-I’m nice-ish ... clever, but I tend to rub them up the wrong way.”

“That’s correct,” said John.

“I’m you, aren’t I?” Sherlock asked, pointing to John.

“Ooh-ooh!” Mrs. Hudson chirped as she knocked on the door. “Client!” Behind Mrs. Hudson was a woman wearing a nurse’s outfit with a cardigan over it. You scrambled to take the post-it off your forehead as you stood up.

“Hello, I’m sorry, but this really isn’t a good time—”

Sherlock immediately stood up and interrupted you. “It’s not a bad time, no, no Y/n. We always help a person in need.”

“Do we?” you said with a forced smile and looked over at John for help. John just stared back blankly at you with a goofy drunken smile.

The woman beamed “Thank you,” she said. “Which one of you is Sherlock Holmes?”

John imitated a slide whistle, and pointed to Sherlock’s post-it on his forehead. Sherlock flashed a wide toothy grin. You put your head in your hands in defeat.

----------------------------------------------------------------

A few moments later, you’d made the woman, Tessa, some tea, and you John and Sherlock were sitting on the couch. Sherlock was sat in between you and John. Tessa sat in a chair opposite the three of you.

“I don’t ... a lot ... I mean, I don’t ... date all that much ... and ... he seemed ... nice, you know?”

You looked over at Sherlock and John hoping they could keep it together. John was blinking slowly and heavily while trying to stay awake. Sherlock was listening to Tessa’s story intently.

She continued. “We seemed to automatically connect. We had one night – dinner, such interesting conversation. It was ... lovely. To be honest, I’d love to have gone further ...”

Beside you, Sherlock closed his eyes and began to lean into your shoulder, dozing off. You subtly elbowed him, and he straightened up abruptly.

“But I thought, no, this is special. Let’s take it slowly, exchange numbers. He said he’d get in touch and then ... Maybe he wasn’t quite as keen as I was ...”

You looked over at John who was practically asleep with his eyes open. He had a blank stare and his mouth hung slightly open.

“But I – I just thought ... at least he’d call to say that we were finished,” Tessa concluded, tearing up slightly and looking at the floor. Immediately, Sherlock’s face contorted into an expression of sympathy as he dramatically brought his hand to his mouth. You stared in disbelief and handed Tessa a tissue. “Thank you,” she said to you. “I went round there, to his flat. No trace of him. Mr. Holmes…”

Sherlock leaned forward and rested his head on his hands.

“I honestly think I had dinner ... with a ghost.”

You and Tessa waited to hear what Sherlock had to say. You leaned forward to look at Sherlock and John’s faces only to discover they had both fallen asleep.

“With a ghost, Mr. Holmes!” Tessa repeated, louder.

You sharply elbowed Sherlock in the ribs much harder than before, and he sprung awake. “Boring, boring, boring,” he mumbled, then turned to you and put his hands on either side of your head. “No! fascinating!” He exclaimed, his face right up close to yours. Sherlock then turned to John “John – John! Wake up!” John finally stirred awake.

“I’m up,” he mumbled.

“Apologies about my ... you know ... thing,” Sherlock said, pointing at John. “Rude. Rude!” he yelled straight into your ear. You grimaced at the loud noise and put your hand on Sherlock’s forearm to settle him.

“Yes, that’s enough, Sherlock,” you whispered. “Uhm, go on, Tessa.”

“I checked with the landlord, and the man who lived there died. Heart attack. And there we are, having dinner one week on.” She turned and began to rummage through her purse. She pulled out a wrinkled piece of paper and handed it to Sherlock. You grabbed it before he could take it. It was a print-out of an online chatroom. “And I found this thing online, sort of chatroom thing for girls who think they’re dating men from the spirit world.”

You nodded. This actually seemed like a decent case. Too bad Sherlock and John probably wouldn’t remember one word of it tomorrow. Sherlock tried to stand up next to you, wobbled, and then put one hand on the top of your head to steady himself. You groaned and struggled to untangle his hand from your hair.

“Don’t worry. I’ll find him in ten minutes,” Sherlock said confidently. Tessa smiled in relief. “What’s your dog’s name?”

You facepalmed and stood up next to Sherlock. He leaned over to wake up John. “John! Wake up! We’re meant to ... The game’s ... something” he said, waving his hand around.

“On!” yelled John.

“Yes, that,” Sherlock said, walking out the door. “Come on, Y/n.”

“Wait, Sherlock. Where are you going?” You protested, following him down the stairs.

“That’s a good question. Where are we going?” he asked Tessa in the foyer.

“Oh! Well, I suppose we ought to go to his flat,” Tessa said.

“Sherlock, no,” you said, “You can’t leave...” you looked off the the side awkwardly “…like this.” He ignored you and dragged John out to the sidewalk by his sweater sleeve. He stepped out into the street and hailed down a cab.

“40a, Jasmine Grove,” interjected Tessa as the cab pulled up.

“Are you coming Y/n?” Sherlock slurred.

“No!” you yelled. “And neither are you.” Before you could reach him, Sherlock climbed into the cab after John and Tessa and slammed the cab door in your face. The car drove off.

“Come on, really?!” you yelled in frustration. Now you had to follow them. You ran to the edge of the sidewalk and decided to call a cab for yourself.

--------------------------------------------------------

You finally made it to the apartment to see Tessa and a man you presumed to be the landlord standing by the door. It was a rather modern apartment with exposed brick and abstract furniture. John was standing in the corner with his hands crossed over his chest and his lips pursed. He was swaying slightly, trying to keep his balance. You pushed past the landlord to see Sherlock kneeling on a shag carpet holding his pocket magnifier. As soon as you walked in, he face-planted into the carpet and passed out.

“He’s clueing for looks” John announced, proudly.

“Oh god,” you said, scrambling over to Sherlock. You grabbed his upper arm and tried to pull him up. God, he was heavy.

“That’s it, I’m calling the police.” The landlord pulled out his cell phone.

“No, no, please, that won’t be necessary,” you protested.

“This is a famous detective. It’s Sherlock Holmes and his partner, John Hamish Watson,” Tessa clarified.

You finally managed to get Sherlock to straighten up. “When did you get here?” Sherlock asked, looking up at you. Then, he bent over and immediately threw up on the carpet.

“Ugh why?” you groaned and plugged your nose. Sherlock wiped his mouth on his sleeve and then clicked his magnifier shut.

------------------------------------------------------

The next morning…

The landlord had called the police and the night ended with you watching Sherlock and John being driven away in the back of a police car. You’d immediately called Greg hoping he’d let them go. Greg had said the best he could do was try and let them off with a warning if they spent the night in the drunk tank. When the station opened, Greg sent you a photo of Sherlock and John asleep in a cell with the caption “Come and get ‘em!”

You walked into Scotland Yard and Greg was there to meet you. “Thank you, Greg,” you said, handing him one of the 4 coffees you’d brought.

“God, what on earth happened to them?” Greg asked, taking a sip from the coffee you gave him.

“Stag night got a bit out of hand,” you said. “Afraid I lost control of the situation.”

“You can say that again,” agreed Greg as the two of you walked through the station to the drunk tank.

“Rise and Shine!” Greg bellowed as he swung open the door. John was awake and sitting on the floor. He had his hands on his head while Sherlock was still fast asleep on the bench.

“Oh my god,” John said, grimacing in pain. “Is that Greg?”

“Get up,” he said “Y/n’s come to collect you. Managed to square things with the desk sergeant.” John painfully and slowly got up. “What a couple of lightweights! Y/n said you couldn’t even make it to closing time!”

“Yeah, could you whisper?” John asked.

“NOT REALLY!” Greg shouted straight into his ear. Across the cell, Sherlock jolted awake, mouth wide open in shock. He tried to stand up, then fell backward back onto the bench. You walked over and helped him up.

“There you go, Sherlock. Nice and easy,” you said quietly and handed him one of the coffees. He took it and stumbled out of the cell, head down. He looked like hell, not to mention the way he smelled. You caught up to John and handed him one of the remaining coffees, leaving the last for yourself. You took a sip of your coffee and continued down the hall.

“Well, thanks for a ... you know ... an evening,” John said to Sherlock.

“Oh, it was awful,” Sherlock said, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“I was gonna pretend, but it was, truly,” said John. He then turned to you. “Y/n, I am so sorry, that was—”

“It’s okay, I had fun,” you said with a smile.

“At least someone did,” said Sherlock. “That woman, Tessa, dated a ghost. The most interesting case for months. What a wasted opportunity.”

“Really? That’s your takeaway from this?” you asked. He shrugged. “Come on, boys, let’s get you home.”

A/N: Stag night! I love this part of the episode, so I hope I did it justice. Funny story. When I was writing this, I was trying to find real book titles for Sherlock to read and I came across a real book titled “Surrounded by Idiots” I wanted to use it in the story SO BAD but it was so perfect, that it sounded cheesy and made up lmao. I’m 100% certain Sherlock would have it in his bookcase though.

Taglist: @the-chaotic-cow @amoeebaa @scorpios-echos @sad-bitch-h0ur @drifting-away-in-space @that-thing-in-the-graveyard

#bbc sherlock #bbc sherlock x reader #bbc sherlock x you #Sherlock #Sherlock Holmes #sherlock imagine #sherlockxreader #sherlock x reader #sherlock x y/n #sherlock x you #Sherlock Holmes x Reader #sherlock holmes x you #the sign of three

72 notes · View notes

just-pineapple-responses · 3 years

Note

Just curious, how many shower thought (response) blogs are there? I just dived into this side of tumblr (not gonna make any posts its fun to read though) and I'm already losing my mind

Well there is

The. Literal. Sun.

Plasma...

S p a c e

ALL HAIL THE LIGHT

The void. It shall consume ALL.

A typewriter incase anyone wants to write their will before they die

Also some ink, not related to the typewriter

Also some words, I wonder who'll use them

A hat with no maker and a maker with no hat

The pen is mightier than the sword. It just so happens that this one is evil. Luckily I can summon multiple

Anyone order some coffee?

Ooo, an author

The literal embodiment if of fanart

A fork, nom noms

B҉ r҉ o҉ k҉ e҉ n҉

Soap

Soap(for hair)

Toothpaste

🄵🄰🅄🄲🄴🅃

Towel

Bath mat

Washcloth

Bathtub

Bathwater

𝔹𝕒𝕥𝕙𝕓𝕠𝕞𝕓

Bubblebath!

One (1) bath boi

Some M͓̽o͓̽l͓̽d͓̽ (anybody got some strong disinfectant?)

Nvm, the mold has already caused a plague (gettit?) (although user misspelled it)

Nevermind, there's already a parasite here

Mirror

Door!!!

Some curtains

A denim jacket

Blackout

Rainbow

✨ Magic ✨

*Tree poses to assert dominance*

Coconut

(obviously me)

I think popeye dropped a tin of spinch and it became sentient?

Tost

Hummus. dip tost?

Criss Cross applesauce

Wibbly wobbly Wibbly wobbly jellyo

Mmmm océan s o u p

Some poison, a great addition for my soup

Smol bean

Potat

Shower magpie who I haven't seen in a while

Bird (brain)

Frog(×2:Electric Boogaloo)

An axolotl!

Ferret

*looks at smudged writing on hand. Squints. * a raccoon

Stinky bastard man (I just had to put the two next to each other)

Rat.

Becometh crab 🦀 (x2: Electric Boogaloo)

Nya~

Edgy Nya~

Tripod of dog

Brain

Nina i found one of your neurons (if you understand this reference, good job you)

A rotted brain, keep it away before it infects us all, I only have 2 braincells left

Did... Did someone drop their spinal cord?

The almighty binch

The titanic

Narrator

Water based introspection

Existential crisis

Dumbass

Also a pacifier (get it because they're also called dummies and their name is dummy)

A foolish thought to say a sorry sight join the shower community (as you can tell we did Shakespeare in English so many times i pretty much can recite everything lady macbeth said)

ADHD

Ominous

Anonymous

Anxious 🥺👉👈

Some edgy bastard

A person of culture I see (although obsessed with tweed for some reason)

1 Dapper boi

Sarcastic

nice

All smiles and sunshine

HAPPY! (why isn't there yellow 😔)

Affection (Derogatory) (I'm sorry I just felt like it)

~Petty~

Idiot

Disaster

Chaos and Order

Comebacks

'vanishing'

Defences

Threatened

Op is on drugs

All the F s

And F-general

Get out of the shower

Shower responses

Dry

The horny and the simp

Shower sins

Thower shoughts

I take quick showers

Shower thots

Last responder *countdown music*

You have shower thoughts?

Your shower thoughts are stupid

Wtf shower thoughts

Another shower responder

Just shower responses... responses

Response shower

NO SHOWER! only thought (×3)

Mmm, showery

Penny for your thoughts?

Hello darkness my old friend...

Llawyer

Beepbeep

Prussia

Haywire!!!

furry OwO

A Pigeon got in through the door, who left it open?

I'm feeling devious

You're looking glamorous, let's get mischievous, and polyamorous

Gay is stored in the ass

Gay

Trans

*opens door and walks through with you exaggeratedly* Fellas we got the whole LGBTQIA+ community right here

Enby

Hahaha gender go brrr

Lesbian

Lesbian-thot

Lust

Someone who thinks it funny to clown around

Joker (derogatory)

Haha straight

Dead inside

Some supervillain idk

News. Literally a shower news style responses

I cannot believe that I forgot Her Greatest Majesty, the Queen. All Hail Royal

Isaac newton?

M megamind?

Fiftieth

Crackhead

Some Phoenix Wright kinnie

What is a Dean Winchester and why does he have a tentacle fetish?

Well well well, if it ain't a homestuckian

Did someone kill/rob The Doctor or something, their TARDIS was left behind and its blocking my pretzels that I left in the shower

Mined crafts uwu

Well well well, if it ain't- *accidentally makes eye contact and is then killed by some unknown shadowy creature holding what seems to be some sort of cube of dirt*

GOTTA GO FAST

Mishamishamishamishamishamishamisha

Gen Z and ready to throw hands with OP

Not puki

Nom noms

Dip dap

Kensa

B͓̽u͓̽n͓̽g͓̽e͓̽r͓̽ ..........

Someone broke their space bar or something

It's time to d-d-d-d-d-dshower

The magical deity of sleepovers

DON'T FALL ASLEEP. NO MATTER WHAT THEY TELL YOU-

The muffin man genuinely left drury Lane for this

Txmblr

Moonlit nights on a winters day, stars glimmering gently

A child?

🟥

The fae. Just all of them. Every single one.

Crocus? (What on earth does that mean)

*sings* baba blacksheep have you any wool? Because if not you will be killed (this fits the tune perfectly. If not I have failed in everything)

The theatre itself is here... Somehow

Ahoy-hoy

boo

REEEE- *epic geometry dash gameplay to DanTDM's old intro music*

Yardale, not to be mistaken for riverdale and differs to lawn ale or front porch ale or even meter ale

I'll finish this list later

It's gonna be a long one folks

I'm including a ones that haven't spoken since ages ago because

Boy howdy there's new ones tell me who I'm missing now

Please stop thank you very much this is too many i keep having to add to this any new responder must kill a responder to continue the purge shall claim y'all as I will win i recently started watching Danganronpa

Seriously though everyone after mirror must have a battle royale it's too much i doubt all of you will even last longer than today also happy birthday me -dated:28th- do you even realise what sort of commitment you've made to sell pieces of your soul for entertainment and ability to make such epic retorts each and every post?! I sacrifice many souls DAILY to be throwing such bangers into this stuff y'know?

We have a tap guys we can finally wash our hands of all the blood of our enemies

Seriously though who left the door open I don't want a Pigeon pecking at me (the mishapocalypse got them lol)

So many responders so little time before the end of the world

If I'm missing someone please tell me very thank

There are not enough colours for me to assign a different one to each person 😔 also, wtf is on there twice on purpose

WorldHealthOrganisation IS MISSING (note: you may have a joke in place of name or under a category of names)

So there's lore without me?

ALL HAIL THE LIGHT *moth noises*

Okay now there's alternate timeline versions of responders for the benefit of myself they ain't going on the list bud

There is an incorrect role play blog quotes blog and I am crying. Not of laughter. Just wiuwhdhsjhshjxjabjsjdhdjsj

If any new people join I will go back to causing shower wars for the sake of killing you all I'm done I have snapped my laptop is updating 3 times in a row

I will commit crimes.

Does being a shower responder or role-playing seem encouraging to people to join this "community"? Because I'm pretty sure it's the latter

#ShowerThoughts blogs #Asks #As you can see I'm trying to organise in order of inanimate to animal to concepts to water else #*whatever else #And now rp blogs wow

658 notes · View notes

legendary-cookies · 3 years

Text

Sorry for the incorrect quotes post so soon after the last one

But I found an incorrect quotes generator and I've been having way too much fun with it lmao

~~~~~~~~~

Moon: Everyone, synchronize your watches.

Fire: I don't know how to do that.

Sea: I don't wear a watch.

Wind: Time is a construct.

~~~~~~~~~

Cop: You're receiving a ticket for having three people on the motorcycle.

Moon: Sh*t.

Sea: Wait, three?

Fire, freaking out: OH MY MILLENNIAL TREE WIND FELL OFF

~~~~~~~~~

Moon: [gently taps table]

Fire: [taps back]

Sea: What are they doing?

Wind: Morse code.

Moon: [aggresively taps table]

Fire: [slams hands down] YOU TAKE THAT BACK-

~~~~~~~~~

Moon: On the count of three, what's your favorite cake? One, two, three-

Moon and Sea in unison: Chocolate cake peanut butter frosting with chocolate chunks!

Fire: Our turn, Windy! One, two, three- vanilla!

Wind, deadpan: I have never had cake. What is cake.

~~~~~~~~~

[Fire is cooking decently for once]

Moon: Any chance that's for me?

Fire: It's for Windy. I'm planning on making some bad choices tonight and I need him on my side.

Sea: I never realized the forethought that went into being a disappointment.

~~~~~~~~~

Sea: You lying, cheating, piece of sh*t!

Moon: Oh yeah? You're the idiot who thinks you can get away with everything you do. WELCOME TO THE REAL WORLD!

Sea: I'm leaving you and I'M TAKING WINDY WITH ME!

Wind, picking up the monopoly board: I think we are going to stop playing now.

~~~~~~~~~

Fire: Why are Sea and Moon sitting with their backs to each other?

Wind: They had a fight.

Fire: Then why are they holding hands?

Wind: They get sad when they fight.

~~~~~~~~~

Sea: Moon, I'm sad...

Moon: [holds out arms for a hug] It's going to be okay.

Fire: Windy, I'm sad...

Wind, nodding: Me too.

~~~~~~~~~

Fire: What do you call a fish with no eye?

Moon, not looking up: Myxine Circifrons.

Fire:

Fire: Fsh

~~~~~~~~~

Wind: This is a mistake.

Fire, enthusiastically: A mistake we're going to laugh about one day!

Wind: But not today.

Fire, still enthusiastic: Oh, no. Today's going to be a mess.

~~~~~~~~~

Millie: Timekeeper, my old arch enemy.

DE: ...I thought I was your arch enemy?

Millie: I have a life outside of you, DE.

~~~~~~~~~

Timekeeper: I really like this whole 'good guy, bad guy' thing you two have going on.

DE: It's not an act, it's just that I'm mean and Millie isn't.

~~~~~~~~~

Timekeeper: Here's a fun Christmas idea. We hang mistletoe, but instead of kissing, you have to fight whoever else is under it.

Millie: TK no.

DE: Mistlefoe.

Millie: Please stop encouraging them.

~~~~~~~~~

Fire: Top 30 reasons why Fire Spirit is sorry... number 5 will surprise you!

Sea: Top 30 anime deaths. Number one: YOUR F*CKING A*S RIGHT NOW

~~~~~~~~~

Ananas: Bad things keep happening to me, like I have bad luck or something.

Pitaya: Ananasss, you don't have bad luck. The reason bad thingsss happen to you is becaussse you're a dumba*ss.

~~~~~~~~~

Wind: Where are you going?

Fire: To get ice cream or commit a felony, I'll decide on the way there.

~~~~~~~~~

Fire/Moon: Is letting someone win at chess sapiosexual bottoming?

Wind: Does anybody in this Millennial Tree forsaken family ever think before they speak.

~~~~~~~~~

Sea: I've already sent good vibes your way. They're coming. There's nothing you can do to stop them.

Wind: This is the most threatening way I have ever been cheered up.

~~~~~~~~~

Fire: Change is inedible.

Moon: Don't you mean inevitable?

Fire, spitting out coins: No, I did not.

~~~~~~~~~

Sea: Can you please be serious for five minutes?

Fire: My record is four, but I think I can do it.

~~~~~~~~~

[Wind and Fire skipping stones on a lake]

Wind: It is such a beautiful evening.

Fire, whispering: Take that you f*cking lake.

#incorrect quotes #sea fairy cookie #moonlight cookie #fire spirit cookie #wind archer cookie #millennial tree cookie #dark enchantress cookie #timekeeper cookie #pitaya dragon cookie #ananas dragon cookie

135 notes · View notes

lumiereandcogsworth · 3 years

Text

Fanfic Writer 20 Questions!

tagged by @misscrazyfangirl321 thank u :))

1. how many works do you have on ao3?

48 in total! 46 for batb lol

2. what’s your total ao3 word count?

115,935 !!!

3. how many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

okay i mean, technically i have three on ao3. i wrote ONE fic for law & order svu and it’s an entirely irrelevant fic now because what i wrote about HAPPENED. but people still read it every now and then so i just leave it up. and i also wrote an epilogue fic for the netflix film juanita. i’m not in that fandom cuz that fandom doesn’t really exist but i watched the movie for a film class and i literally turned that fic in as my project for it (yes i got 100% yes go read the fic). so pretty much all i write for is beauty and the beast 2017, my beloved :)

4. what are your top five fics by kudos?

1. his perfect reality

2. after the kiss

3. sunrise, anew

4. sleepless nights

5. do me the honor

all batb 2017, and i think those are also my most read fics just in different order, so this checks out!

5. do you respond to comments? why or why not?

i do! i always try and say thanks and show my appreciation for my readers cuz yeah i’m writing for me but gosh we love the feedback, lads

6. what’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

fading memories is your dream, for SURE. 99% of my fics end in a very happy and fluffy way. the only ones that end angsty are my young adam fics, and that one is the Big Boy Prequal Fic that ends in a perfectly tragic way that should lead you right to the beginning of batb 2017. it’s all angst, man.

7. do you write crossovers?

no but i’m not against them! i think they can be fun :) emily and i have an ongoing crossover universe but we’ve never written any fics it just exists through our insane texts and incorrect quotes sjdksj

8. have you ever received hate on a fic?

thankfully, no! the batb readers are all very kind and sweet!! (or at least the ones who read my fics lol)

9. do you write smut? if so, what kind?

nope nope the furthest i’ll go is making out and even then i’m not graphic or detailed at all

10. have you ever had a fic stolen?

no not that i’m aware of 👀 is someone out there stealing my domestic fluff???

11. have you ever had a fic translated?

again not that i’m aware of but i would be so honored

12. have you ever co-written a fic before?

well no not besides me and @ilikebigassbuttsandicannotlie’s crossover universe but it’s not exactly in fic form. and i collab’d with @drawnby27emilys but i did the writing and she did the illustrating, we stuck to our strong suits, lol.

13. what’s your all-time favorite ship?

adam and belle from beauty and the beast 2017 are quite nearly the only ship i have paid any attention to in the last 4 years!!

14. whats a wip that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

hmmm. maybe i’m just optimistic but i feel like i’ll get to everything eventually. there’s one really long fic that i’ve written so many bits and pieces of but never just sat down and written it. mostly for technical plot reasons that i just don’t spend enough time trying to work out. OH! there’s that fic idea i got from that dream i had where it was modern au and adam had a little sister. SHOOT bro i do wanna write that. i wrote so much dialogue for it that next day but the wip itself is hardly anything :(

15. what are your writing strengths?

setting the scene and just painting the picture really nicely so you can see everything clearly. little details that make you feel like you’re watching it. i don’t know, character blocking? i think about what they’re doing a lot, with their hands or where they’re looking or whatever. also i think i’m pretty good at dialogue but that’s just cuz adam and belle are in my head all day long so i know their voices very well

16. what are your writing weaknesses?

conflict for sure. i’m too much of a fluffy writer!! i don’t like writing arguments or them getting mad at each other unless it’s stupid domestic stuff then it’s funny. i’m really good at writing the reconciling/making up lol but i seriously need to work on creating conflict. i just get too attached and i don’t like to see them fight even though i know everyone does and it’s a part of building the relationship >:( and even if it’s not adam and belle i just need to be better at writing it in general, for my oc’s and such. do it for the kids, lyd!

17. what are your thoughts on writing dialogue in another language?

it’s very cool in the correct context!! i can’t do it really but hell yeah!! obviously with batb being in france i sometimes use french terms of endearment, mostly for lumiere lmao, but that’s about all i’m capable of! in my recent kiddos fic i tried out some familial titles like pépère for grandpa maurice and tata & oncle for auntie plumette and uncle lumiere <3 that was fun!

18. what was the first fandom you ever wrote for?

bbc sherlock babeyyyy. i used to hand-write sherlock childhood fic in a journal??? i didn’t even know what fic was i just liked giving him a backstory haha. i did the same for loki but in my phone notes app. i’m nothing in not a sucker for the sad and innocent childhood backstories of very sad men apparently!

19. what’s your favorite fic you’ve ever written?

oh man this is so hard. i’m proud of a lot of my work! majesty of a different breed comes to mind honestly. it’s one of my longer ones and i just truly love how it turned out. i think my descriptors are so good and i capture adam and belle’s dynamic as a newly married couple really well, i think. and i give them a dog! how can you not have a good time reading that fic!

honorable mentions to easy to remember, harder to move on — my maurice memories fic that i also really love. AND fading memories is your dream! my longest work and gosh, i really do love the tragic backstories bro!!! big proud of both of those too :)

(and this one cuz it’s too soft and i’ll never not love seeing my otp be the sweetest parents ever)

20. who do you tag?

if you’re a writer and you wanna do this you can totally say i tagged you!! but i’ll tag some writers off the top of my head! @leighswhannell @ilikebigassbuttsandicannotlie @lumiereswig @myfellowcandlesticks @thesadchicken @sweetfayetanner @tinydooms @trulyhopelessromantic @ceasarslegion

#this was so fun i love talking about my writing #proud of all my lil babies #lydia writes!#tagged

12 notes · View notes

clawsout83 · 2 years

Text

I posted 6 154 times in 2021

46 posts created (1%)

6108 posts reblogged (99%)

For every post I created, I reblogged 132.8 posts.

I added 6 908 tags in 2021

#discoveringmiraculousartist - 5222 posts

#misc - 687 posts

#ml s4 spoilers - 505 posts

#discoveringmiraculouswriters - 186 posts

#i need this to be canon - 61 posts

#lukanette - 60 posts

#fanfic material - 52 posts

#ml s4e18 - 48 posts

#ml analysis - 47 posts

#chouette! - 40 posts

Longest Tag: 74 characters

#i headcanon his name being renaud (or renault) like the european car brand

My Top Posts in 2021

Introducing

Tom&Sabine Bakery Idiots

Learn more about it under the cut.

Thanks for clicking!

So, once upon a time, I was working in retail and started a series of short comics about retail store idiots (Right here - it’s still online, but pretty much dead (or let’s say, on infinite hiatus)). After a short, but effective depression, I never found the motivation to continue even though I had plenty of ideas to share and characters to present. My job had become a nightmare and I didn’t want to rub salt in the wound, so I stopped, even if I liked that project.

Nowadays, I’m much more into the Miraculous fandom and I wanted to create something to bring smiles to people, even just a smirk, but to make something no one had done before (that I am aware of), but also, something I would be comfortable doing on a regular basis. So, I was talking to my sis @melyxan about my previous project, as to what I should do with it, if I should publish it on my second account where I barely have 10 followers, or here where my main account is dedicated to ML content only. So Mel, in her infinite wisdom (*cough*), told me “Why not make a RSI, T&S Bakery edition?”

See the full post

53 notes • Posted 2021-08-01 13:51:26 GMT

MariChat incorrect quotes compilation

So I found this incorrect quote generator and had too much fun with it. I own nothing about it. I’m just posting this for the lols and to give you a smile. MariChat has the best chaotic energy potential.

Marinette: Why are you drinking? Chat Noir: I drink when I'm depressed. Marinette: But you're always drinking? Chat Noir: *smug grin*

Marinette: *running towards Chat Noir with open arms* Chat Noir: *moves out of the way* Marinette: Hey, why'd you move?! Chat Noir: I thought you were going to attack me. Marinette: I was going to hug you! Chat Noir: Why would you hug me? Marinette: WHY WOULD I ATTACK YOU!?

Chat Noir: So you like cats? Marinette: Yeah. Chat Noir: *tries to impress them by slowly pushing a glass off the table*

Marinette: Where did you get that tomato soup? Chat Noir: It’s actually a bowl of ketchup I just microwaved. (aka my headcanon about Adrien’s cooking skills)

Chat Noir: Do you want some tea? Marinette: What are the options? Chat Noir: Yes or no.

Chat Noir: *coughs blood* Marinette: Don't die, Chat Noir! Chat Noir: Don't tell me what to do!

Chat Noir: Tomorrow's garbage day. Marinette: I can't believe they made a whole day dedicated to you.

Marinette: I assume you realize that this kind of idiocy will not be tolerated in this house. Chat Noir: Is there any kind of idiocy you would be more comfortable with?

Marinette: Hey, what’s the name of the guy who lives down the hall? Chat Noir: His cats' names are Walter and Rose. Marinette: That's not what I asked. Chat Noir: That is all the information I have.

Chat Noir: No, this is not a mess. You know what I consider a mess? Marinette: Your life? Chat Noir: I- well yes, but-

Marinette: Smart is attractive. Educate me on something I don't know! Chat Noir: The mouth of a jellyfish is also an anus. Marinette: Stop.

Marinette: Wow, that was quick thinking on that phony sacrifice stuff. Chat Noir: Oh, that was all real. Marinette: Wait, you were trying to help them kill us?! Chat Noir: If I’m gonna be sacrificed, I’m gonna do it right.

Chat Noir: *Kicks the door open, looking panicked* Marinette: What did you do?! Chat Noir: NOBODY DIED! Marinette: WHAT KIND OF ANSWER IS THAT?!

Chat Noir: *is visibly upset* Marinette: Chat Noir, what happened? I haven't seen you like this since you found out candyland wasn't an actual country.

Marinette: Chat Noir, what is the ONE thing I asked you NOT to do tonight? Chat Noir: Raise the dead. Marinette: And what did you do? Chat Noir: Raise the dead.

Chat Noir, very tired: Can I sleep in your bed? Marinette: *half asleep* Chat Noir, this is a queen-sized bed. That means it’s for *gestures vaguely to herself* the Queen.

Chat Noir: Everybody shut up, I'm thinking. Marinette, patting him on the back: Well, don’t think too hard. I wouldn’t want you to hurt yourself.

Chat Noir: *on the phone* Hey Marinette, do you know my blood type? Marinette: Of course, it's B-. Chat Noir: Oh, I guessed wrong. Excuse me, nurse-!

Chat Noir: I know one person who finds me funny! Marinette: Okay, who?... and you can't say yourself! Chat Noir: Okay then I'm out.

Chat Noir: Are you an ‘arr’ pirate or a ‘yo ho ho’ pirate? Marinette: I’m a ‘I’m not paying $600 for photoshop’ pirate.

Chat Noir: Marinette, I screwed up, big time. Marinette: Chat Noir, given your daily life experiences, you’re gonna have to be more specific.

Chat Noir: Ah, Hello again. We really need to stop meeting like this. Marinette: Maybe we would, if you would sTOP BREAKING INTO MY F-ING HOUSE!!!

Marinette: I’ve invited you here because I crave the deadliest game... Chat Noir, nodding: Knife Monopoly. Marinette: I was actually going to play Russian roulette, but now I'm really interested in whatever knife Monopoly is.

Marinette: Isn’t a bit dangerous? Chat Noir: Marinette, please. We’ve in a lot of unexpected predicaments before and we always escape unhurt. Marinette: ... Chat Noir: Okay, we sometimes escape unhurt. Marinette: ... Chat Noir: Alright, we escaped unhurt once... Then we hurt ourselves in the way home.

Marinette: Sleep is the body’s best safety mechanism. Chat Noir: How so? Marinette: It keeps you from screwing up for 8 hours.

Chat Noir: Which is correct, seven and five IS thirteen, or seven and five ARE thirteen? Marinette: Neither. Because it’s twelve.

Marinette: What? I’m not aggressive! Chat Noir: Last Tuesday, you wacked me with a pair of crocs and stole my chocolate chips? Marinette: Survival of the fittest, b-tch

Chat Noir: Are you this rude to everyone? Marinette: Yup. Don’t think you’re special.

73 notes • Posted 2021-10-15 12:11:22 GMT

do u have any marionette and chatt fic recs? i want a sweet and playful read💛

Hey anon!

I rarely pay attention to the ships present in the fics I read, since they are the same people. From the top of my head, I can suggest you:

Double Jeu by kurohaha

My all time favorite. @tresity is also drawing a comic version of this fic, and there's a dub of this comic on Youtube (I could only find the first part though). The fic is on hiatus.

Were-Chat Noir by myself (because why not?)

Tbh, each chapter is more or less of a different side of the ship, but I like to think it's mostly Marichat. It's based on a dream I had where Adrien is a were-black lion, and were-creatures are a pretty much common thing.

Movie Night by @lyradaisical

Sweet one shot where Marinette and Chat Noir bond upon movie nights at the Dupain-Cheng's. Podfic version here.

Stress Relief by @galahadwilder

It’s purely marichat, for MATURE READERS, with smut and BDSM, but still a WIP

There's another one I'm currently reading that happens to be marichat, but I'm barely at the beginning. Keep this post around, Anon, since I'll probably update it.

Thanks for the ask!

Ask me anything, my inbox is empty

76 notes • Posted 2021-06-13 00:00:34 GMT

Some aged-up training session I suck at backgrounds. Sorry.

Thanks for 500 followers, guys! You don’t know how much this means to me.

If you like, REBLOG, don’t repost!

106 notes • Posted 2021-03-05 15:25:54 GMT

@ladyblargh ! I made a thing! I hope you like the thing :)

I may work a little more on the thing if I feel confident enough to do so

119 notes • Posted 2021-05-27 01:35:26 GMT

Get your Tumblr 2021 Year in Review →

#my 2021 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review #misc

2 notes · View notes

kitorin · 3 years

Note

heya!! may I please request a vision and regular matchup please :0? (very very curious to see how you format your matchups hehe-) anyways, this will be based on me in real life,, just letting you know <3! (blogs are mentioned in this ask, and all the ones mentioned are my friends and mutuals to please follow them ;____;)

---

vision ~ :

my past has not been dark, I've had a happy life! my main goal in life is to ensure the success of my friends and family, because they deserve the best. I don't have many unique traits,, and the only thing I can think of that makes me, "me", is my long hair. my late grandmother had long hair, and my hair reminds me of her <3! I've also been told my eyes are very beautiful,, they're blue and shiny!! one thing I live by is the quote, "if you see someone without a smile, give them yours <3" for personality traits, I'm generally sensitive and very emotional, and (I asked my friends for this part) Benevolent, altruistic, and very creative are traits of mine (according to @scorpius-major), and according to @mikachuchu I'm chaotic, friendly, and soft.

---

regular ~ :

if possible, a female and a male ;__;? for hobbies, I love to draw!! I'm absobultey terrible at it, but enjoy it nonetheless! I love making mood boards and "themes", as well as (obviously-) writing <3!! I love and have a strong passion for my followers and mutuals, and they mean the world to me <3!! video games are super fun as well, and I HEAVILY enjoy reading manga and watching anime! sleeping and eating are amazing as well because, well, yea-! I don't really look for anything in a partner, and I can handle pretty much any trait! I always want to see the best in people, and I'm willing to look past any negative traits as long as they show me their good ones <3!! like I mentioned above, my friends describe me as chaotic, friendly, soft, benevolent, creative, and altrustic <3!

---

I'm sorry if this is to much,, feel free to ignore this <3!!

Hi Yumpty! I'm really sorry about how overdue this was ;-;

I assign you a hydro vision

Many people say that hydro users are gifted for the pursuit of mastery, this isn't incorrect, however I see another link.

All hydro users' goals have some sort of connection to protecting someone/something or to do something for another's sake.

Mona doesn't charge people for getting an astrology reading (Is that the term??), as she believes everyone deserves to know the truth, as she seeks for the truth of the world

Xingqiu wants to revive the Guhua Clan and it's arts (This one's pretty simple)

Barbara wants to support others and Jean (and surpass her), as well as make others smile

Childe I'm not sure how he got his vision (apparently he doesn't have a vision story??", but I'm gonna guess it has some connection with protecting his family and hiding his true identity for Teucer's sake

I see this connection through your goal of making sure your family and friends are successful. (And a hydro vision would match your eyes as well-)

matchups. (These are modern AU)

I pair you with Albedo

He'd find your determination to draw praiseworthy, even though you're not amazing at it. Since he's an artist as well he'd spend plenty of time drawing with you and giving you tips on how to improve. Albedo would illustrate your writing, and your book(s) if you do end up writing one. I do think he craves a bit more chaos in his life, as he probably spends most of his time studying with Sucrose who's more on the reserved side. I can see him being into making mood boards and layouts as well with photos of you two together. You'd both learn a lot, you'd help teach Albedo more about emotions while Albedo would teach you many things; whether it's drawing or anything academical

I pair you with Amber

I think she'd match your energy really well, and like you she does her best to make others smile. Amber definitely does value her sleep, and she loves eating as well (She's more of a "Live to eat" kind of person) She'd be into anime as well, I can see her being into happier anime rather than the dark and sad ones (Though she wouldn't mind watching them with you). When it comes to games she's fond of them as well, I see her being into Animal Crossing. Your relationship is overall very affectionate and can get chaotic at times.

#matchup

1 note · View note

solacefruit · 4 years

Note

Hi Grey, I struggle a lot with world building and I think it's easiest for me to learn by example. I was wondering if you had any books or series you'd recommend that you thought did particularly well in the world building department or that you found inspiring. I'm trying to start building a list of things to read, could be any genre

Hello there and thank you for your patience! I’ll be honest, this one’s a challenge to answer, but I’ll do my best. I’ll put it all under a read-more, because I’m going to talk a lot about why I feel these books are good places for thinking about world-building.

Northern Lights, by Philip Pullman. (fantasy)

This one comes up a lot when I’m making recommendations and that’s because I love it. For me, it was deeply formative in many ways, and especially when it came to world-building, because Pullman uses a style of world-building which really clicks for me--which is basically throwing your reader into a world and not explaining much at all, leaving many things gestured at but never explicitly said. Things just happen, things just are, and the reader has to keep up. There’s a lot that goes unsaid in this book, and it means you as a reader have to start thinking and “solving” the gaps in the world yourself. There’s room for speculation and I thrive in that environment, and lean on it heavily in my own work.

A great example of that comes in the first chapter of the novel, on the fifth page and then again on the seventh:

“As Lyra held her breath she saw the servant’s daemon (a dog, like almost all servants’ daemons) trot in and sit quietly at his feet...” - page five. “... and said something to his daemon. He was a servant, so she was a dog; but a superior servant, so a superior dog. In fact, she had the form of a red setter.” - page seven.

That’s good oblique storytelling, because you are told so much and simultaneously so little. From these two tiny pieces, you now know that:

servants usually have dog-shaped daemons

some daemons, even within a family, are “better” than others

daemons mean something about their person

But these pieces tell you enough that you can now speculate and question the world as you read on. Things like:

why do servants have dog daemons?

what makes a red setter daemon better than another dog daemon?

what does a dog daemon mean?

what is the hierarchical system of daemons, who is better than whom?

are people sorted because of their daemons, or do the daemons reflect where the person is sorted to after the fact?

what do other daemons mean?

are these meanings innate or cultural?

The book itself will directly answer maybe one or two questions, hint at a few others, and leave many completely unresolved. But that’s not bad world-building. For me, that’s the kind of world-building I love best. The book can now say, “this person’s daemon is a butterfly,” and you will be primed to read symbolism and significance into that, even in moments where the book itself doesn’t give you any. You’re a participant in creating the world as you read. A little goes a long way.

The Discworld novels, by Terry Pratchett. (fantasy, comedy) If you’re trying to pick a first book, start here.

And now for something completely different. Pratchett’s Discworld is an absurdist world, created to satirise fantasy tropes and play as the stage for social and political commentary. What makes Discworld so interesting as a place to learn about world-building is that it is a world that doesn’t take chronology or “consistency” or “authenticity” seriously. Where a lot of fantasy writers will stress over making sure every detail lines up, and their fans will often get very upset if they find anything “inconsistent” or “incorrect”, Pratchett’s world entirely rejects that way of doing things. Pratchett commented:

“[S]ometimes I even forget [...] where things are ... I don’t think [...] even the most rabid fan expects complete consistency within Discworld, because in Ankh-Morpork you have what is apparently a Renaissance city, but with elements of early Victorian England, and the medieval world is still hanging on. It’s in a permanent state of turmoil, which is very interesting for the author.” (quoted in Hills, Guilty of Literature).

There’s something very liberated and fluid in how Discworld forms, because it’s such a committed pastiche, but it doesn’t at all (at least, for me) undercut believing in the characters or story. I adore Discworld and its characters. I think it’s very valuable to read if you’re in fantasy writing (or speculative fiction in general), because it’s easy to fall into thinking that unless you make everything Perfect and Realistic and Consistent, your world-building isn’t good.

Something else about Discworld worth noting is that, despite being absurd and fluid, it is also grounded in the real. Pratchett’s world is in turmoil, but it includes sewer systems, passages of trade and commerce, and a pervasive sense of the civic life happening and living outside of the plot-line: it’s not just a diorama to be walked through, but a place where people exist and do mundane things and have everyday needs. I personally find it fascinating that the story manages to exist sort of balancing at oppositional ends of the “realism” spectrum at all times, but I think that’s also the key to why it is so successful at what it does.

(Side note: Matt Hills’ chapter in Guilty of Literature is a great read if you want to know more!)

Ancillary Justice, by Ann Leckie (science fiction)

I’m not a big reader of science fiction, because my heart is with fantasy, always. But this series was super interesting and I can recommend it, especially if science fiction is more your flavour! It’s been a while since I’ve read it, so I can’t give the same amount of detail as I’ve done above, but it was thoughtful and intriguing and I loved the ways this trilogy defamiliarised and refamiliarised ideas through the world and characters.

“The Ones who Walk Away from Omelas,” by Ursula K. Le Guin. (short story)

It’s only four pages long, but it’s haunting. I’ve put this story on the list because I feel like Ursula K. Le Guin belongs in many conversations about world-building; her work, in her time, was often radical--and remains so, in many cases. She didn’t flinch away from making her worlds alien, not in the sense of writing about space and people out among the stars (which admittedly she did also do!), but truly questioning and challenging cultural and societal norms and creating new ones, even (and especially) when they were uncomfortable to the status quo.

To me, that’s a core part of good world-building. You can just recreate the world we live in, with all the biases we’re raised to have, with the beliefs and expectations of conduct we have, with all the same bigotry--or you can push yourself to pull it all apart and pick from it the pieces you want to play with. You can push things to their extreme limits, or erase them entirely, or just... slide things a little to the left and make the whole world slightly off. Being able to be flexible in your thinking is vital for making vivid, interesting worlds, and Ursula K. Le Guin's work is a place you can start exploring that kind of thing if you’re unfamiliar with it.

For instance, in her novel Left Hand of Darkness, there is only one pronoun (a theme you’ll notice in Ancillary Justice) and the people of the planet Gethin change sex regularly. In her collection of short stories, “The Birthday of the World and Other Stories,” she writes about sedoretu, a four-way marriage she invents, as well as exploring gender, religion, culture, and society. Any of these are worth taking a look at, if you’re feeling a little boxed in.

However, despite saying all this: I don’t really enjoy her writing! I don’t have fun reading Le Guin’s work in practice; it doesn’t mesh with me beyond my delight at the conceptual elements she discusses. I often feel about reading her work like how kids think about medicine: tastes kind of awful, but it’s good for you. I’m grateful to her for paving the way, but I don’t read her work for fun.

The Girl Who Circumnavigated Fairyland in a Ship of her Own Making, by Catherynne M. Valente.

I’m throwing this one in the ring for a few reasons. One is that I am heavily indebted to nonsense; I grew up on Dr Seuss, Roald Dahl, Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland + Alice Through the Looking-glass, Edward Gorey, A. A. Milne, H. R. Pufnstuf, and a little later, A Series of Unfortunate Events and Discworld. This book feels representative of that big love, and taps into what I love about nonsense.

Another reason is that it’s a good example of what I think of as delightful lawlessness in storytelling. It feels--as respectfully and lovingly as I can say this--like a game of mad libs turned into a book, because of how free and wild it is with what is allowed to happen. I think it’s very difficult to do something like this well, but I also think it’s a great place to play around when you’re first beginning to get to grips on world-building. Spin a wheel of options and go, “okay, so there’s a manticore in the basement, what now?” Make up reasons for things on the spot as a game for yourself. Ask and answer questions, just for fun! “Why is there a manticore there?” “It got in through the magic portal.” “Where’s the magic portal?” “It’s an old picture of the protagonist’s grandmother.” “Why is it a portal?” “The grandmother is secretly a witch and the ex-queen of a fantasy land.” “Why is the manticore here?” “Come to retrieve the queen, but accidentally takes the protagonist by mistake.” “Why does the manticore want the queen?” “Extreme Trivia Night at the Castle has really sucked lately. Also she misses her.” And just like that, you’ve got the start of a wacky but not impossible-to-tell story.

My final suggestion isn’t a book, but a podcast!

Be The Serpent (a podcast of extremely deep literary merit).

A fortnightly podcast by three charming writers who discuss a different theme or topic each episode (using a couple of texts as reference material), and will also make media recommendations. I love listening to it and it’s a great place to think about writing, both as a reader and as a writer. I don’t have a lot of writing friends myself, unfortunately, so it’s honestly so valuable to me to be able to hear them discuss their process and ideas on topics I care about.

I hope this helps! Best of luck to you, and please feel free to write in if you have any other questions.

#reply #advice #world-building #book recommendation #tumblr automatically put my reply under a read-more and i can't undo it?? what on EARTH is going wrong with this website

8 notes · View notes

ts-hogwarts-au · 4 years

Text

This AU (at least what I'll be doing with the blog) will be mostly writing, incorrect quotes, one-shots, and drabbles. Also haven't decided on doing everything platonic/general, or doing ships so I don't know.

Please send asks, headcannons, or incorrect quotes, or almost anything (swf, of course, so everyone can enjoy my blog. And no anon hate.) Thanks, wizards and witches!

~Niran

•••••••••

To avoid any information getting jumbled up later on, I have compiled a list of things that I thought were the most important about the AU, so with no further introduction, enjoy!

•••••••••

Headmaster: Professor Astor

Head of Ravenclaw: Professor Shepherd

Head of Slytherin: Professor Storme

Head of Hufflepuff: Professor Valentine

Head of Gryffindor: Professor Loughty

------------------------------------------------------------

• Patton Trench

•Patton is orginally from Wexford, Ireland, Giving him a soft tone but strong accent in his voice. If he gets fed up enough, he does curse but it's either in his native language, or in such a strong accent that you can't decipher what he said.

•He doesn't have a very good relationship with his parents, so he become the friend to help out with family problems, also seeming to fit in with the position because he's the oldest in the group. He's the dad/therapist friend, he feels good about helping other people, but always brushes his problems off with a "I'm ok, I'd rather you not worry about me" and a smile.

•At school his favorite subject is Care of Magical Creatures. He doesn't play Quidditch like a couple of the other's, but makes sure to go to every game to support either his house's team, or one, if not both of his friends in different houses.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

• Logan Hawkes

•Logan is from a town named Islington which is found in North London. That being said he has a surprisingly posh accent, that everyone who is able to, makes fun of. He knows it's all in good fun so he doesn't make too big of a deal of it.

•He is labeled the "babysitter" of the group. He has to break up stupid arguments, make sure nobody is doing anything idiotic, and willingly helps everybody else with their homework, or anything else they need to keep up (whether or not said person is willing to be helped).

•His favorite subject is Muggle Art. It's an extracurricular class that he was prompted to join by Professor Shepherd. He's been a prefect for two years, and is now the current Head Boy for Ravenclaw.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

• Virgil Spinster

• Virgil is from North Dakota. He just has an american accent and has decided to copy everyone else's accent (mockingly) because he hates his own standard accent with all of his heart.

• He's the friend who "accidentally" sleeps in, causing himself to eat late, and end up skipping class entirely. His usually gets the stuff from whatever class he dipped from from Logan, who is both the bane of his existence, and an absolute savior. He learns begrudgingly and with most things he does not particularly care about doing anything over the bare minimum he needs to pass.

• Virgil's favorite extracurricular subject is Ghoul Studies, while his favorite thing to do is playing quidditch. He is a chaser for the hufflepuff team, he's got a reputation for being good at dodging because he is very aware of his surroundings at all time.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

• Janus Adler

• Janus is a selective mute the cause of that being loved about you won't come save me you're going to don't call me crazy you love me but you won't come save me an accident that caused a vocal disorder. He uses sign language (ASL - American Sign Language) which has resulted in the rest of the group having to learn ASL (signing and understanding) to be able to communicate with him. He doesn't physically talk to anyone but Logan, seeing he's the least judgmental or opinionized about the raspiness of Janus' voice. He likes to share his thoughts about lessons they had together that day and loves to talk about philosophy. Together they always have nice, and calm conversations.

• He were graced with the lable of "the fed up friend". Since he usually relies on his expressions to convey what he feels. He are very, very, expressionate, to the point that Virgil has what he calls "the encyclopedia of Janus' expressions" just to make it easier for everybody else.

• His favorite class, along with Patton, is Care of Magical Creatures. He always takes a liking to the bigger creatures, always seeming curious about a new one.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

• Roman Bishop

• The Bishop twins are from the urban town of Glasgow, Scotland. They both have slight Scottish accents, that makes them interesting to listen to, but nothing strong enough to make what they say unintelligible. They're both so competitive, so anything they do results in either them both being upset, or one continuously bragging about it for the next week and a half.

• Less of a planned chaotic vibe, and more of a instantaneous and daring one. They're very much the one who has most definitely broken the most bones, and completed the most dangerous dares. They are why the group doesn't play Truth or Dare for that exact reason. They learn just to be able to keep their position as gryffindor's head chaser.

• Honestly, they spends most of their time listening to the frog choir when they're not at quidditch practice. They are yes, gryffindor's head chaser which did not gain them any bragging rights, except for when gryffindor wins games.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

• Remus Bishop

• (Repeating) The Bishop twins are from the urban town of Glasgow, Scotland. They both have slight Scottish accents, that make them interesting to listen to, but nothing strong enough to make what they say unintelligible. They're both so competitive, so anything they do results in either them both being upset, or one continuously bragging about it for the next week and a half.

• Less of a instantaneous and daring vibe, and more of a planned chaotic. The twins had gotten most things banned for the group, thanks to either Logan or Patton. Remus, on the other hand, brought friendly prank wars to the group. They weren't allowed to hurt each other, and they had to clean up the mess, but by the end Remus claimed bragging rights.

• Their favorite subject is potions because e x p l o s i o n s. They have a very mad-scientist aura in that class just because it's a class based around trial and error. They're also the ravenclaw head chaser which makes games that are ravenclaw vs. gryffindor so very fun.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Semi-important things:

•The encyclopedia of Janus' expressions: it is a black and white leather notebook Virgil was supposed to use for Charms. This thing is brought out in almost every conversation, because for the group there is no in between with absolute idiocy or a genius idea, and the magical notebook is the only way they know Janus' opinion.

• "Being crow": It's a phrase for when Virgil's being an asshole and needs to dial it back some.

• Posture stick: A stick that Janus uses to correct the Bishop twins' postures while using binders (usually just him, tapping them with it from across the room or something). Janus is not going to let them get away with that after all he taught them about how to bind safely >:(

--More may be added--

#hogwarts #au list #character info #logan sanders #patton sanders #virgil sanders #deceit sanders #remus sanders #roman sanders #it's an au #please send asks #or headcanons #i just love them #so much #i wanna talk #to people

2 notes · View notes