#a list for nightdreamers
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on childhood and growing up
Noah Kahan The View Between Villages / Taylor Swift Never Grow Up / Kim Addonizio The Women; Wild Nights: New and Selected Poems / @/twinnedpeaks (on tumblr) / Taylor Swift You're On Your Own Kid / リリイ・シュシュのすべて All About Lily Chou-Chou (2001) dir. 岩井 俊二 Shunji Iwai / Martha Gellhorn in a letter to Hortenese Flexner and Wyncie King; Selected Letters of Martha Gellhorn / Richard Siken Birds Hover the Trampled Field; War of the Foxes / The Perks of Being a Wallflower (2013) dir. Stephen Chbosky / Katie Maria The Memory of a Memory / Lorde Secrets From a Girl (Who's Seen it All) / Keaton St. James A List for Nightdreamers
#purely based on vibes#and also a little melancholy#on childhood#on growing up#web weave#web weaving#poetry parallels#poetry compilations#noah kahan#the view between villages#taylor swift#never grow up#kim addonizo#wild nights#you're on your own kid#all about lily chou chou#shunji iwai#martha gellhorn#letters of martha gellhorn#richard siken#war of the foxes#the perks of being a wallflower#stephen chbosky#lorde#secrets from a girl#keaton st james#a list for nightdreamers#spilled thoughts#spilled feelings#spilled ink
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So uh. Anyways. Hi yes dusting off this account bc XIV twitter is actually genuinely unpleasant right now.
My name’s Scar and I need XIV folks to follow since it’s been years since I’ve used tumblr and my feed is more than a bit out of date. Just shoot me a like and I’ll see about following. (It will be from my main since this is a sideblog but I promise you will know it’s me.) I don’t f4f and I won’t unfollow if you do, so don’t let metrics scare you in regards to me.
I’m on Famfrit over in Primal. You’ll catch me on Scarlet Varlineau and occasionally on my Haurchefant’s Lust, (friend group made a 7 deadly Haurchefants FC don’t ask for more info bc not even I can explain why) Scarlet Nightdreamer, and Amarone Teaurelins alts.
I’m a mildly sweaty raider and will probably winge about raid progress here and there but I’m mostly here to make steady progress with friends.
I also achievement hunt and fish on the side. Be prepared for a LOT of fish posting bc I like to keep threads on Twitter whenever I catch another big fish I can cross off the list.
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your favorite content from them: "Little Samurai", "Nightdreams", "Tell Me of Forever"
"I've already said many times how much I love your fics, how many times I read my favourite, how much I admire you (in very long and detailed posts) but it's never enough! You make the most toe-curling, greatest piece of fanfiction ever written for NaruHina and I'm forever grateful to be able to read it because you decided to share it with the fandom ❤️"
your favorite content from them: catskin!!!
"the literal sunshine of the fandom!!!! mother, if you will. the loveliest person ever and it's extremely sweet of her to ignore my very obvious starstruck-ness every time we interact lol. one day i will reach the realness of your writing, one day. but considering that that day isn't today, i will write about how much i love your brain and its ideas instead 🤷♀️"
your favorite content from them: "Little Samurai", "Friend of Mine", "Undercover", "White Lilies"
"Thank you so much for all the contributions you have done for the NH community, especially with your fic recs! I have discovered a lot of wonderful stories through your rec lists and they also became the means for me to meet awesome people in the fanbase! :D"
your favorite content from them: Nightdreams
"I'm always stunned by your elegant way with words. And your smut! Top tier! You are a wonderful bed rock of the NaruHina community and I wanted to thank you for everything you contribute!"
your favorite content from them: Nightdreams
"I want to thank you for your sharing your fanfics, hard work and providing masterlists to the community"
LINKS: TUMBLR || AO3 @dayseternal-blog
#naruhina#nhmonth2023#nhmonth#naruhina month 2023#naruhina2023#nh fair creator spotlight#dayseternal blog
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Fic Author Self Rec! When you get this reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, or some snippets from upcoming WIPS. Let’s spread the self-love! Love ya and thank you for all you do!! 💖
:D my 5 favorite fics that I've written?? okay.
"It's No Secret" - Hinata returns to Konoha after 5 years studying abroad in the Moon Kingdom. She just wants to enjoy her last year of high school as a normal girl, but blossoming love forces her to confront her future. (Rated M). - My baby fish. A high school AU for which I was really trying all different kinds of things and making all kinds of mistakes, finding my writing style. As a fanfic writer newbie, I felt so free to do whatever I wanted! Every scene for me was gripping, and I was so immersed in the world I was trying to create. It has an original, lengthy plot that I still hope to finish one day!!! I love this fic just because it was so instrumental to helping me improve. It's definitely NOT my best work, but from the first chapter to the most recently published chapter, my growth in writing is so apparent. All of the comments I got on it, even the ones that criticized, were encouraging for me and I cherish those readers who've followed my fics since then 💞
"Nightdreams" - Naruto and Hinata find comfort in each other after the war. (Rated E). - The easiest multi-chapter fic to write. Ever. Since then, I've never had quite as much fun writing a fic (I think Catskin came close). Certainly never as easy a time. "Nightdreams" had its moments of growth for me for sure, though, like the mission chapter, the argument chapter, all of the smut! It had its challenges, but the story flowed so easily, from beginning to end. I think there were only a couple of small writer's blocks. Overall, "Nightdreams" easily takes fave #2 just because it was so fun, and I think readers can tell that I really enjoyed writing it.
"Awkward Jocks" - She knows that if he were to ever ask her out, she would accept in a heartbeat. After all, he's the star quarterback and basketball player. Plus, she's liked him since...forever. But when her home phone rings, and he's on the other line, she hangs up. (Rated G). - The sweet and funny love story based off of my ex-coworker's life...bittersweet now, don't remember if I shared on Tumblr why. But I wrote this fic full of my love for her, so it takes the spot for fave #3.
"About You" - A summer job at the Dole pineapple cannery, graveyard shift 10 PM to 6 AM. A long bus ride into and out of town. Two teens, shy beside each other. (Rated G). - One of my most personal fanfics, though many of them are super personal. This is possibly the MOST personal because it's slightly based off of my parents' stories, I set it on my home island, and I experimented with writing the dialogue in pidgin. The only reason it's not higher on my list is because I somehow feel like I didn't do as good a job on it as I would have liked. It's like, the cultural/historical details are not accurate enough for me. But this is definitely a fic I wrote for myself, and it's been a joy to see other people love it, too.
"Matcha" from "Shared Vows" - Naruto calls Hiashi "father" for the first time. (Rated T). - ooooh it was a toss-up between this one or "Finally Home" from "Shared Vows," but I decided on "Matcha" as my fave #5. I love how I framed this fic, its ending reversing the beginning, and I somehow managed to communicate exactly what I wanted to say about Naruto's new family. This fic gives me such feel-good vibes, and I'm so glad it captured the feelings I felt.
I know that my personal faves do not align with readers' personal faves. Except for maybe "Nightdreams" haha. That one is easy to love. I know people loved "White Lilies," "Friend of Mine," "Tell Me of Forevers," and "Undercover," ...those exhibit some of my best technical writing, so I'm glad readers recognized that effort! My personal faves have more sentimental value, I guess, so that's what makes them special to me.
#anon#nice anon#nice ask#ask game#fic author self rec#naruhina fanfic recs#because why not#about my writing
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Favorite Naruhina fics
While I’m not the most invested in the naruhina fandom on tumblr I do read a respectable amount of Naruhina fics and thought I could do a little masterpost of my faves for all you naruhina fics seekers out there.
Nightdreams by NarutoDays . Multi-Chapters. Rated M. Complete.
(my absolute fav of all naruhina fics, it catered to all my specific interests I just LOVE it). The author is on tumblr @dayseternal-blog.
(Common side effects) by Katarina-hime. Multi-Chapters. Rated M.
Really long but really good. This author truly knows how to depict growth.
Second Chances by enzhe Multi Chapters. Complete.
More Naruto centric than naruhina centric but the naruhina scenes are just *chef’s kiss*
A place in the sun by ihaveastorminme. Multi Chapters. Rated M.
The fic that made me say “hmm so this author has been in love before”. The depiction of the feelings is just so good. It’s my life greatest tragedy that it was left incomplete.
Consolation Price by mysterious intentions. Multi Chapters.
Once again a tragedy it’s incomplete but it’s really good and I love it.
One small step by Shawny Wong. Multi-Chapters.
Been a long long time since I’ve read it but I just remember that I loved it to bits.
Sleepless Nights by flowerslut. Multi Chapters. Complete.
So tender. So lovely.
Heart Shaped sticky notes by the point
Fluffy and just plain adorable.
#naruhina#fic recs#naruto#I mean there are tons of other fics that I loved#but these one#top tier#the best of the best#the cream of the crop#I did this list because I'm currently reading common side effets#and it just gets better and better and better#and I mean it's already so good how much better can it possibly get ?#the beginning can be a little hard but you have to give this fic a chance#and I'm still reeling from nightdreams which I read a few weeks ago#I've already read it 3 more times since lmaoo#I'm OBSESSED with it#the depiction of naruto's feelings here#his unability to understand his own feelings#his love for hinata#it's all so good#so fucking good#it's a fine line to depict naruto as having difficulty understanding reationship and feelings#and portraying him as plain dumb#but this fic just hits the nail#it's really like one of my fav ever#to choose to focus on naruto's point of view like that while the reader knows how hinata feels#and to read how naruto perceives her actions v how the reader knows what her action means#I love it#just love it#anyway good reading#jess speaks
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MINGIRNS MASTERLIST !
INFORMATION;
here you will find information about my writing, such as the genres i write and some information to keep in mind when reading my work.
[s] smut
[f] fluff
[a] angst
[sug] suggestive
[c] crack
most of the things i write will be gender!neutral readers unless stated otherwise. i also don’t write any specific bodily details, to keep the reader neutral and for your imagination.
FICS;
ATEEZ
hongjoong
+ close enough [s]
seonghwa
+ hands all over pt. 1, holding you in places my sight can’t reach pt. 2 [s], [a]
+ sweet touch [s]
yunho
+ high voltage when we kiss [s], [f], [c]
+ hard to disguise as nothing at all pt. 1, feel like losing control pt.2 [s], [a]
+ fantasy [sug] ft. mingi
+ after dark [s], [a], [f]
+ want some more [s]
+ short of breath, short of time [a]
san
+ the way you taste [s]
+ pretty and slow [s]
mingi
+ you won’t be alone (i’ll carry you home) [a], [f]
+ affection [s]
+ fantasy [sug] ft. yunho
+ echo it loud [s], [a], [f]
+ only lovers alive [a], [s], [f]
wooyoung
+ nightdreams [a]
STRAY KIDS
bang chan
+ there’s nothing i wouldn’t do (for you) [s], [f]
lee know
+ trust a feeling that stays [s], [a], [f]
+ heavenly [s]
jisung
+ pretty, cute, feisty [s]
SCENARIOS;
ATEEZ
+ titles [s]
+ giving you head [s]
+ things about you that turn them on [s]
+ verbal [s]
TAG DIRECTORY;
here i will list some tags that you can use as a directory for finding something particular.
general tags for asks/reblogs:
# [💌] mail
# [✉️] mail
# [📖] recs
# [☎️] anon
# [☎️] tagged
my textpost tag:
# [☄️] speaks
tags for my writing:
# [🗒] mine
# [🗒] atz fics
# [🗒] atz scenarios
# [🗒] atz drabbles
# [🗒] skz fics
# [🗒] skz scenarios
# [🗒] skz drabbles
ateez works:
# [📎] hongjoong
# [📎] seonghwa
# [📎] yunho
# [📎] yeosang
# [📎] san
# [📎] mingi
# [📎] wooyoung
# [📎] jongho
stray kids works:
# [📎] bangchan
# [📎] lee know
# [📎] jisung
other tags:
+ all sub!ateez
+ all sub!skz
+ all dom!reader
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What naruhina fics do you think are a must read? *-*
Oof I'm bad with asks but let me try. (If you look at my favorites list on my FF page you'll see more/most of them!) Some of these I probably haven't read in a long time but I feel like I really liked them!!
Komorebi by Dizzydodo (Ongoing)
Summary: Hinata had always known she would marry a stranger, but she woke up married to the wrong one: a nine-tailed fox that claims they are destined for each other. Hinata proposes a bargain: If he can convince her of it by the first day of Autumn, then she will take her place as his bride. If not, he must return her to her family and release her from her vows.
She didn't expect him to be so persuasive.
Beast Tamers by @mavda (ongoing)
Summary: Mythical beasts roamed the world, all-powerful and terrifying, and the beast tamers sealed them withing themselves. Revered, feared or hated, a beast tamer will never have a normal life, and now Naruto Uzumaki is facing the start of his adult life: choosing a wife.
By his father's beseeching, Naruto is now seeking a wife from the Hyuuga clan, in hopes of extending his life somehow. Nobody expects him to be a real husband, to be a real father, but if Naruto is forced to start a family he will be damned if he disappoints.
My Name on Your Lips by @katarinahime (multi chap, complete)
Summary: Hinata calls Naruto a plethora of different names, some he enjoys more than others.
Sparks by Tenneyshoes (one shot series, complete)
Summary: Sparks are tiny glimpses of the Will of Fire. In Konoha, these sparks can be seen everywhere. Some burn brighter than others, but each is unique. In Konoha, Naruto and his precious people must keep those sparks burning as they move toward the future together and as individuals.
Jealousy by Generalissimo (one shot)
Summary: "Papa, did you ever like someone before Mama?" Before Sasuke could answer, Sakura slapped a hand on her knee and chuckled in good humor. "Oh, Sarada. Don't you know? Before I came along, your father was incapable of-" "Hinata Hyuga." The answer was instantaneous. The reactions even more so. One-shot. NH SS
The Good Left Undone by Stars.Are.Metaphors (multichap, complete)
Summary: 'To marry into the Otsutsuki family is to aid the Hyūga,' her father explained solemnly.
In Another Life by theGeneralissimo (multichap, complete, warning: not a happy ending)
Summary: In which Naruto listens to his mother's advice and marries a girl like her. And lives to regret it. Post-war AU.
Point of No Return by Rose1541 (Multichap, complete?)
Summary: Naruto, Sasuke, and Sakura are a loathed and feared group of SS – rank criminals for their vigilantism and in secret; carry out dirty work for the Kages. Hinata recalls her past with Naruto as they slip further into the point of no return.
If tomorrow never comes by Stars.Are.Metaphors (Oneshot)
Summary: The world has been at war for two years and it seems as though Konoha may be the only village still standing tall. In the early afternoon of another precarious day, a girl with pale, lavender eyes is stolen.
Two Can Play by NaniMok (Oneshot)
Summary: AU Fluff - His red eyes were fixed on the couple sitting in the restaurant. One corner of his lips lifted into a smirk before he muttered, "Two can play at that game."
Figuring It Out by max.tmy (one shot)
Summary: Uzumaki Naruto is in love. And there are several people who figure it out before him.
Firestorm by MissWorded (Two shot)
Summary: Uzumaki Naruto had, just a few scant minutes ago, royally screwed up his life. NaruHina.
The Hokages Secret Closet by eternalshiva (one shot)
Summary: An escape route, turned secret closet with a hobby for history in the Hokage's office, tells the tale of the Hokages through its life-time.
Nightdreams by @dayseternal-blog (Multi chap, complete)
Summary: Friends with benefits - Naruto and Hinata find comfort in each other after the war.
White Lilies by @dayseternal-blog (multi chap, complete)
Summary: A Hanahaki AU -She knit a red scarf for him. She never gave it to him. Days turned into months, months turned into too late.Naruto starts dating. Hinata decides to move on.A sickness takes root in the heart.
When the Devil Picks Up a Stray by callmesenorita (Multi-chapter, Complete)
Summary: Hinata, an Omega, questions buried feelings when she decides to help a childhood friend who has adopted a new persona under the name Menma. Although their attraction s instant he is no longer the Naruto she once knew, and soon enough Hinata is thrust into a dangerous yakuza conspiracy.
Tsukuyomi Boyfriend by PepcornPress (one shot)
Summary: Takes place before 'The LAST' movie. Over a year has passed since the great Shinobi War, and people are finally starting to open up about their Infinite Tsukuyomi Illusions.
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People in the discords really are torturing themselves so here’s a list of actually fucking good standalone Doctor Who books, this is by no means exhaustive:
- The Scarlet Empress by Paul Magrs
The best of Eight, Sam, and Iris, a quest across a magical planet, a sexy spirit queen, and a book whose very plot is about the joys of stories and storytelling.
- Vampire Science by Jon Blum and Kate Orman
Y’all know this one already.
- The Year of Intelligent Tigers by Kate Orman
The best of Eight, Fitz, and Anji, a culture based on music, Eight’s cute composer boyfriend Karl, the best hurt/comfort author you will ever find.
- The City of the Dead by Lloyd Rose
Gay, gay, and good grief, more gay, fun with water spirits, a New Orleans story done right, and darkly funny.
- The Blue Angel by Paul Magrs
Also gay, also good, picture a mashup of an eight/fitz domestic AU and Star Trek, and make it even better than what you’re thinking.
- Cold Fusion by Lance Parkin
Cool Lore, Five and Seven shenanigans, Patience!! “And I turned around, and they were all wearing eyepatches.” Not to mention Roz and Chris Cwej teaming up with Adric, Tegan, and Nyssa.
- The Infinity Doctors by Lance Parkin
A love letter to Doctor Who.
- Short Trips: The Muses
Teach Me Ballroom Dancing made me cry in the best way, not every story is 10/10 but many of them are beyond good.
- Fallen Gods by Jon Blum and Kate Orman
Just read it, please.
- Nightdreamers by Tom Arden
A fun story with Three and Jo and a silly scifi outer space retelling of A Midsummer Night’s Dream, aka the best Shakespeare play don’t @ me.
- Twelve Angels Weeping by Dave Rudden
All fantastic short stories, probably has already been read by a lot of people but it’s still good and I would recommend!
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Hmm
Could you tell us which naruhina fanfics are ur all time faves?
!!! I love sharing my fave fics X)) this is gonna be long list sooo :D
The Substitute by wasabisugar - Hinata has a new English teacher, turns out he's in his early 20's, oh and he's hot. ongoing teacher x student au, no creepy age gap. hot, responsible, education-oriented, college student Naruto.
Study Buddy by calamity heart - Naruto and Hinata are study buddies in college. During one study session in Naruto's dorm, things... escalate quickly. college au, short, smutty, sweet
It's No Secret by @dayseternal-blog - Hinata comes back to her old high school and sees a familiar face. highschool au,
Serentiy Prayer by @katarinahime - While on the airport, Hinata Otsutsuki crosses path with Naruto Namikaze. Modern au, tw Graphic lemons and graphic violence, mild substance abuse, slight angst. I reread this fic every chance i get. I will wait for an update until my deathbed.
The Delicacy of Growth by @utsus - Hinata starts teaching her own class and teaches the kids the value of patience. canonverse aftet the war
Secret Lovers by @quirrrky - collection of one shots of Naruhina blank period. I recommend reading this before The Last. Their little interactions in this story helps tie everything that happened in the movie<3
Salvage by @waterrolls - What if The Last movie never happened? How would Hinata and Naruto fall in love? This was the story that got me hooked into fanfiction X)))
Engaged or whatever by yuhikoi- a day in the life of Hinata Hyuga modern au.
Put on your warpaint by @borzbois hey young blood, doesn't it feel like our time is running out? tattoo artist/art student au
Made in heights by @utsus - Secret Agent Hinata Hyuga goes undercover Spy au
Tale of Two Ninjas by magmawrites- a series of one shots different aus
Night walk by @nekomamoru - At the end of their date. pointless fluff. one shot
Ramen with a smile by @mysterious-crimson-lotus - Where Hinata's a civilian like in the original concept, and works at Ichiraku
White Lillies by @dayseternal-blog -Naruto starts dating. Hinata decides to move on. A sickness takes root in the heart. Hanahaki au
Love is in the air by @vegebulsoup -After discovering many of her friends in the flight crew were engaging in casual sex, Hinata wonders if she could ever be bold enough to approach a certain handsome, blonde pilot. modern au
With you in the future by @chloelapomme - Back at Konoha from their moon mission, Naruto and Hinata learn to know each other, how to live with each other, how to solves problems together, and how to start a family. With their past behind them, their future is right before them.
Nightdreams by @dayseternal-blog -Naruto and Hinata find comfort in each other after the war. FWB. Canonverse. Blank Period
happy reading 😊😊😊
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Put On Your Raincoats #39 | 9 Lives of a Wet Pussy (Ferrara, 1976)
To be perfectly honest, the best thing about 9 Lives of Wet Pussy is its title. While it may cause one to blush when saying it out loud or even typing it out (speaking for myself here, despite my consumption of these movies I'm actually a bit of a prude in real life), there's no denying it's a great title for a porno movie. I've seen it listed sometimes as 9 Lives of a Wet Pussycat, and that last syllable is a cowardly half measure. (The original intended title before the producers forced a change was Nothing Sacred, which gives the movie too much credit for any transgressive qualities it might have, and is also not nearly as good. Sometimes the money men are right.) This is also notable for being the feature film directorial debut of Abel Ferrara, who is joined by his recurring collaborators Nicholas St. John (who wrote the screenplay and plays a chauffeur) and Joe Delia, as well as Francis Delia (who would go on to direct Nightdreams, one of my favourites in the genre) as director of photography.
The movie itself is executed with a certain amount of style and has a great, eclectic soundtrack by Joe Delia and some nifty sound design, but rarely achieves the dreamlike quality it seems to be aiming for, and doesn't feel a whole lot like Ferrara's better known (and better) work. In that sense, it invites comparisons with The Violation of Claudia, the surprisingly elegant directorial debut of William Lustig, another director best known for grimy, pre-clean-up violence-filled hellhole New York movies (Maniac, Vigilante). I think Lustig's movie is quite a bit better, as it has a nicely sympathetic Sharon Mitchell performance at the centre, seems a bit more inspired in the conception of its sex scenes, and has an actual narrative and character arc holding it together. Here, the movie is basically a string of sex scenes recounted by the heroine (played by Ferrara's girlfriend at the time, Pauline LaMonde, who has no other credits on IMDb) to her jealous lesbian friend through some extremely descriptive letters. If there's supposed to be some sort of tension or narrative momentum here, I must have missed it, although I suppose if I was getting unsolicited stories of sexual encounters via snail mail from my friends, I'd be pretty annoyed too.
I was indifferent to most of the sex scenes, but I want to bring two of them up, and not positively. There's one especially ugly scene involving the heroine's black girlfriend, a Nigerian princess, introduced disparagingly by the lesbian friend, is raped in a stairwell. I understand that '70s pornos can have a tenuous relationship with the idea of consent even outside the roughie genre, but I was a bit disquieted that the movie reserved its most demeaning treatment for the most prominent black character. The other one is a scene featuring Ferrara himself, who claims he had to step in front of the camera after the original actor apparently couldn't perform. (The scene is shot in way where it's unclear if it's really him in the more explicit footage.) Ferrara plays the Polish immigrant great grandfather of the heroine, desperately trying to hide his thick Noo Yawk accent and ending up with some weird Brando imitation in the process. Likely realizing his performance was lacking credibility, Ferrara wisely spends the rest of the scene unconscious while the heroine's grandmother and her sister take advantage of him. Incest is another trope in Golden Age porn that I find bafflingly widespread, but this is definitely the funniest example I've seen.
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BELATED WRITER ASK. 9, 18, 23. ❤️
BELATED WRITER ANSWER! ❤️
9) what, if anything, do you do for inspiration
To blatantly steal the first part of your answer, I talk to my awesome friends about Supernatural (or insert fandom here). I read poetry and novels and fics and the news. I read interesting studies that catch my attention online, and look up old news articles from small-town local papers. I hit the “random article” button on Wikipedia and let myself go down a research rabbit hole. I watch TV and movies and take note of what works and what doesn’t. I listen to music and curate playlists that Feel Right. I collect visuals I want to emulate. In a non-pandemic year, I people watch in public, and when I have the ability to drive myself there, I spend time alone in nature or near a body of water—water really does the trick for me. Daydreams, nightdreams, nightmares, shower thoughts. I meditate and do the five-senses mindfulness exercise.
18) were there any works you read that affected you so much that it influenced your writing style? what were they?
Not consciously, but I think it’s impossible to read good writing and not have it influence you in some way. There’s a post that goes around from time to time where the writer talks about how they are a patchwork of all the people they’ve loved—they make ramen the way their friend showed them when they were a kid, and they love certain movies because people they care about loved them first, and so on. I think writing is kind of the same.
Every story that affects me in some way, however small, becomes a part of the way I write. So I guess my answer is just… all of them. Eek.
23) any obscure life experiences that you feel have helped your writing?
So, this is probably going to make me sound like a real weirdo and/or enormous wanker, but I think that ship already sailed a while a go. So here goes: for a while in my early twenties, I wrote anonymous letters and left them for people to find on the train.
Sometimes it was poetry or a story, sometimes just a one-sided conversation or a series of observations about the other people on the train, or a long list of questions for the person who found it to answer. Sometimes it was written in code, with the key to the cipher on the inside of the envelope.
I’d write “a letter for you” on the outside, slip it into the gap beside the seat, and leave it behind.
I had an email address that I included in every letter for people to respond to—a hotmail address I can’t remember, long-since lost to the ravages of time—and sometimes people would write back. I left substantially more letters than I received responses to, but there were still enough replies that I kept doing it for a long time.
When people responded to the long lists of questions (which ranged from what’s the best movie you’ve seen this year? to describe what love feels like to you? to have you ever seen a ghost? to write me a haiku about pickles) it was like having a secret window into another person’s head.
The anonymity meant that most people responded with a level of honesty that is generally uncommon for anyone but close friends. A lot of them almost seemed to treat it like therapy, venting to a faceless stranger. It taught me a lot about the different ways that people think, and particularly people who I otherwise wouldn’t have an opportunity to get to know that well.
I also always included some version of this question: what compelled you to open this letter, and what were you expecting to find?
The range of responses was wide and fascinating, and I don’t think that anything else has ever helped me to write characters more. Because I think about it pretty much anytime I’m writing. If this character saw an envelope in a public place, would they pick it up? Would they leave it there? Would they open it immediately, or take it home and avoid it for a week like that one man who emailed and confessed that he’d worried that it was somehow crime related? If they found one of the coded letters, would they be excited about it? Freaked out? Would they pass it around the office like that woman who said she worked for the bank and needed something to make the day less dull? What would they do, and how would they answer the question, and what would that tell me about them?
So I often think about the answers people wrote, the poems they sent, the few emails that just contained photos of random landmarks. Incredibly, I never received a dick pic. It’s only just occurring to me now how surprising that is.
There was a person who responded with a code of their own, though I’ve forgotten what it translated to. Actually I think there may have been a couple who did this. It was a long time ago.
There was another one who found a particularly depressed letter that I’d left, and emailed back a series of ISBNs. When I looked them up, the book titles put together spelled out a sentence, though I only remember two of them: [It’s A Lovely Day Tomorrow] [Dogs Everywhere]
There was a man who had been a doctor somewhere in South East Asia, then immigrated to Australia to be near his kids, and found himself unable to get anything but minimum wage work. There was a woman who had been so personally offended that I’d criticised The Da Vinci Code in the letter she’d found that she didn’t bother responding to anything else I’d written. There was someone who emailed to say “this is psycho” and nothing else. Oh well.
So. Yeah.
That’s probably the most obscure thing I can think of that has affected me as a writer. It just opened my brain up, I guess. Helped me to understand a bit more about how different people approach things, how they react to things. I try to hold onto that when I’m writing to make my characters feel more real. More flesh-and-bone than a collection of tropes and personality traits, so that they react to things, hate things, love things. Make choices that surprise me, and push against the story when it doesn't go their way.
[the get to know your writer ask meme]
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My apologies Ma'am, I've asked almost everyone about their Top 5 NH fanfics; please, proceed 🥸
I was feeling so left out, thank you
I know I’m missing some, this is just off the top of my head
Engaged or whatever by @Yuhikoi on ff.net complete
Naruto and Hinata are just engaged but a slip up from Hinata’s past waltzes back in threatening to ruin their literally perfect relationship. Literally I love everything about this story.
Medicated by @szajnie on AO3 in-progress
I honestly cannot begin to describe to y’all how magical it was to read a different perspective of a story I was writing. It was beautiful and made it seem real, to read the the consequences of Naruto’s actions coming from someone else. Love love love love
Guilded Butterflies by @kid crisis on ff.net in-progress
I really love fucked up situations. I love them even more when they’re not real, so reading about it doesn’t give me any guilt. Hinata is in a fucked up situation and Naruto is the sweetest man ever trying to rescue her.
I want you to cry by @Yuhikoi on ff.net in-progress
I already said, I love fucked up shit. If you can’t handle that, do not read this. Naruto is a serial killer, going down his list of women on his agenda of murder. Hinata is an extremely abused lost soul that starts to fixate on him.
Nightdreams by @NarutoDays(Days8) A03 on ff.net complete
Friends with benefits, some questionable consent with a happy ending.
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@heartreveals | TWITTER CALL.
❝ he approached me, practically GIDDY, and he asked me for them ! ❞ she is referring to the two books anya holds in her hands, shakespeare comedies originally from the akrhosimova library.
the matchmaker had grown fond of both dmitry and anya, and had happily obliged when the latter had asked for her copies of much ado and midsummer. ( it wasn’t as if marya HERSELF was going to read them. ) dmitry’s act had been endearing, and with time, the grand dame had allowed him, and anya by extension, to keep them. now, she speaks cheekily, tapping one of the plays with a crimson nail.
❝ - i had an inkling they were for you, anya. ❞
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Hi Days! Would you happen to know of any hurt/comfort maybe slight angst(heavy emphasis on the slight) but with a happy ending, married nh fics or oneshots?? I’ve been in one of those moods lately lol. Please and thank you very much!
hurt/comfort fics...I feel like there are very few hurt fics that actually have comfort, too. It can't be a hurt/comfort fic without ending in a sizable amount of comfort, right? A pet peeve I have is when writers tag their fic as hurt/comfort, but there is NO comfort. like, what.
Also, it's been awhile since you sent this, so you're probably not in the mood anymore for these fics 😅, but here you go:
Hurt/Comfort NaruHina (Emphasis on Very Little Angst)
Chapter 22 from "Between the Trees" by @utsus - Rated G, Canon-Compliant, One-shot. Prompt: (You get to choose the POV) I like the sound of your heartbeat; your pulse is pushing against me. I'm good when you are around.
Chapter 27 from "Between the Trees" by utsus - Rated G, Canon-Compatible, One-shot. Prompt: I leave the POV to you but this sound like Naruto to me: You keep me warm in your bloodstream. You keep me calm when you breathe in.
Chapter 33 from "Between the Trees" by utsus - Rated T, Canon-Divergent, One-shot. Prompt: ...a combination of both or you decide: "It was you the whole time." / "It's three in the morning."
"Caged AU" from "Tales of Two Ninjas" by @magmawrites - Rated M, Post-Apocalyptic (?) AU, One-shot. The only world he remembered were the walls that surround him. Torture and experimentation. Silence and submission. Until he gained a cell mate.
"Call Her Mine" by @peppercornpress - Rated G, Canon-Divergent, One-shot. Post-war NaruHina one-shot. Naruto is NOT oblivious in this.
"January - Toward the Future/Vision" from "Still Falling for You" by @chloelapomme - Rated M, Royalty AU, One-shot. Sick of a unknown disease which paralyse his body little by little, the second prince of Uzushio, Naruto Uzumaki, has lost interest in life until the day a pretty street-dancer makes her entrance in his bedroom and gives him hope to have the future he wants to have.
"Someone to Lean On" by @myaekingheart - Rated T, Canon-Compatible, One-shot. Naruto looks after an ailing Hinata in the immediate aftermath of the war.
"but heartache pales in comparison to love" by datteba - Rated G but tw for mentions of miscarriage, Canon-Divergent, One-shot. Naruto comes to certain life-changing realizations when Hinata falls sick.
“Blindsided” by grxcefully - Rated G, Modern AU, Multi-chapter, Ongoing. Hinata cannot see. She is blind. But the light is often in contrast to the dark, and she has always seen the light in Uzumaki Naruto.
“Chapter 8” from “Lives of Konoha’s Couples!” by Satoorihoya - Rated T, Canon-Compliant, One-shot. Prompt: You know, it’s okay to cry.
“You love like you’ve always been lonely” by @linisen - Rated E, Modern AU, Multi-chapter, Complete. After being raped at a party, Hinata gets pregnant. Scared, she runs away, leaving everything she knows behind. (summary is angsty, but this is actually very fluffy).
and my own hurt/comfort fics!
"Tell Me of Forevers" - Rated T, High School AU, Two-shot. Prompt: “Who did this to you?”
“Nightdreams” - Rated E, Canon-Divergent, Multi-chapter, Complete. Naruto and Hinata find comfort in each other after the war.
Married NaruHina Fics 💖
copy-pasting from a previous ask. List below the cut.
No Explicit Smut:
“Distractions” by starryknightskies - Rated G, Canon-Compliant, Short One-shot. Tumblr prompt: Naruhina pining with Naruto missing his wife while at work. Meetings have always been boring, until a pretty girl catches Naruto’s eye.
Chapter 7 from “Postscripts” by @waterrolls - Rated G, Canon-Compliant, Short One-shot. Prompt: I don’t know if you can consider this as an idea for a drabble but feel free to share what you think in whatever form you’d like… We know that in the Boruto series we’re already in the arc where Kawaki is staying with the Uzumakis. Prior to Naruto bringing him home though, how do you think the conversation went between Naruto and Hinata about having the boy stay with them? Surely he didn’t just bring him to their house without informing his wife ahead (I imagine that the convo took place while Kawaki was still in the hospital).
Chapter 14 from “Postscripts” by waterrolls - Rated G, Canon-Compliant, Short One-shot. Prompt: Drabble request! They try to kidnap Bolt and Himawari, but their parents are actually the strongest couple out there.
“Hair/Haircut” from “Orange and Lavender” by ReadingBennie - Rated G, Canon-Compliant, Short One-shot. She was fed up. Hinata loved her husband and her children dearly. But this was the last straw.
“In Between Drinks” by peppercornpress - Rated M to be safe, Canon-Compliant, One-shot. Lord Seventh invites his buddies out to drink since Sasuke is back in the village.
“Yesterday” from “With You in the Future” by chloelapomme - Rated G, Canon-Compliant, One-shot. Remember the past to better move towards your future. Written for NaruHina week 2019 - Day 7
“Tous les Matins du Monde” by Imanga - Rated T, Canon-Compliant, One-shot. Naruto wakes up in bed on the morning of the Rinne Festival…
“The Last Stand” from “The Little Joys and Sorrows of Everydayness” by Imanga - Rated T, Canon-Compliant (?), One-shot. In a desperate attempt to get themselves out of an uncomfortable situation, Naruto and Hinata risk it all. Written for the NaruHina Week 2021 Tumblr prompt: “Battle Couple”
“Give Me Your Hand” from “The Little Joys and Sorrows of Everydayness” by Imanga - Rated M, Canon-Compliant, One-shot. Same sentence, five different situations. Written for the NaruHina Week 2021 Tumblr prompt: “Hand”
“Day 7″ from “A Love Story Like Never Before” by @journalsofagoddess - Rated G, Canon-Compliant, One-shot. Prompt: Dancing
“Day 17″ from “A Love Story Like Never Before” by journalsofagoddess - Rated G, Canon-Compliant, One-shot. Prompt: DIY Project / Home Improvement.
“Pretty Pretty Prankster” by @alabasterink-blog - Rated T, Canon-Compliant, One-shot. Hinata was beautiful and, unfortunately, the rest of the world agreed.
“the body he loves” by @cherryjutsu - Rated M for nakedness, Canon-Compliant, One-shot. It’s okay to be imperfect, because that makes you perfect and that’s perfect.
“Late Night” by cherryjutsu - Rated G, Canon-Compliant, Short One-shot. Prompt: Late night <3
“Nightmare” from “Walking Beside You” by @spyder-m - Rated M for a little inappropriate petting, Canon-Compliant, One-shot. Naruto and Hinata are finally able to have some alone time. Unfortunately, they’re interrupted by an untimely bad dream.
“Bento” from “Walking Beside You” by spyder-m - Rated G, Canon-Compliant, One-shot. As he ate, Naruto was reminded fondly of the first time Hinata had ever shared her cooking with him.
With the super smutty:
“Lord Hokage” by EroPrincess - Rated E, Canon-Compliant, Series of one-shots. Naruto loves it when Hinata screams out “Lord Hokage” during their lovemaking.
“A Late Night Visit” by LittlePeach27 - Rated E, Canon-Compliant, One-shot. Hinata visits Naruto late one night for dinner in his office but they don’t do much eating.
“Fun at work” by @carny-writings - Rated E, Canon-Compliant (lol), One-shot. She walks to the door and silently puts the lock-up seal. That seal is usually only used for important meetings… but right now, it was going to be used for a more personal matter.
Here’s the ones that I’ve written:
“Shared Vows” - Rated E, Canon-Compliant, Series of one-shots. A series of one-shots concerning the highs, lows, and in-betweens of their romance, not in any chronological order.
“In Between Drinks NH” - Rated E, Canon-Compliant, One-shot. Sasuke is back in the village, and Lord Seventh gathered everyone for drinks to celebrate!
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[ Fanar ] - [The Carriage of Life ]
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"Three days yet by foot. We probably should have taken a carriage. This road is a fair bit less scenic than most we've put behind us."
I took a puff from my pipe, eyes set far out into the fields for even in that vastness, I knew precisely where to look.
"Unless horse and carriage were to leap out from behind a boulder, we'd best grow accustomed to walking."
Gili strode ahead of me, darting behind a roadside stone. "It could happen. A carriage, that is. It could? Could it not? More perplexing things have happened." She yelled, skipping to the next largest rock and peering behind it. "No horse here!"
It had became something of a game. A way to pass the time on such a walk. We had long-since exhausted the easy conversations. "Things that were and those yet to be." We had discussed those at-length. We neared Blackmore, but would not stray that far south just yet. Our path was to be a more direct one. The lights of Whiterun could be seen on the horizon on those darker nights. As fireflies over distant fields, signs above, ever honest, or the freckles on her then wind-whipped cheeks. It was just a matter of closing the distance.
The day we left town, Gili took it upon herself to part with some of her hair. I offered to trim it for her, but she is as thickheaded as ever. With one wrong snip of her scissors, half of her hair was gone in an instant. What remained hung off to one side, nearly covering an eye. Distracting at times, I'm certain, but it fit her. This style was something of a rebellious look. Not quite the image she had wished to project. She often worried that Mother and Father would disapprove of her in one way or another, her new hairstyle being another worry to add to the list. Each day brought about another worry. At times I wondered if I should have kept our destination a secret. We had discussed it earlier that morning in fact. "They are good folk, as good as they come. Once they see that you are likewise good company, they will welcome you with open arms. Father will be easy to win over, just be yourself. He is a man of Mara, a family man despite his work. You will see a great deal of me in him. Mother will be difficult. We can only hope that she will be too busy with Fiolette to give you much ire. Though, if she were to turn her wrath on you, I could do little to help. Especially if Fannah has visited or been in touch lately. Fannah thinks you to be a witch. That you've bewitched me and that this journey is some complex nefarious plot." I let out a hearty chuckle then shut my eyes as warm memories flowed over me. "They certainly have a..." I stopped myself to have another draw of the elves ears. "Most peculiar view of women." I burst out, half between a cough and a laugh. Far from a new topic, this. She knew to expect interrogation, harsh words, perhaps harsher looks. But I assured her, she would warm up to her. She had my word on that.
Boredom begat boredom, the long road tiring and draining. Sore soles and pained souls, with every step, I felt my tone grew more annoyed and hers more desperate for stimulation. She never stops talking. At times, quiet can do a man good. I can see why Father would set aside time for mead or the lake. Idle-chatter and stress do not play well with budding relationships. Rather than have one of us eventually lose our temper, I elected that we surrender to the road. A serious campsite would be fine medicine. We set up camp at the nearest opportunity, a Nordic ruin, or what was left of one. No interior to speak of but flat stone floors would do plenty. The following two days were spent in camp. We found much time to mend body and soul, and time aside to write. It was good to put quill to paper and get some of this off of my chest. The result became a letter to Fannah. As much distaste as I may seem to have for Gili on paper, in truth, I do love her. Most dearly. I would have her no other way.
The next night, we were beset upon by the most terrible of storms. The heavens would glow like the broad of day for but a moment, then crash into blackest night. I feared the wind might carry Gili away if not for the urgency with which her fingers dug into my cloak and about my arm. She looked to my grimacing face as the sharp beads pelted my jaw and brow, hair drenched and dripping beneath a hood long darkened by the downpour. She would find no solace there, so my cloak and embrace would have to suffice. My hood did little more than dull the wet arrows as they came swift and many from all directions. The road was likened to a warzone with us in the crossfire.
The flashes of lightning silhouetted a high house, a manor just off the road. These were empty lands, naught more than fields barren and unkempt road. A house was a welcome sight, be it owned or abandoned. I envisioned a porch or awning above the doorway, the mere thought of it made me smile. If it were abandoned, we would make it our own until the storm passed. Lay out a bedroll and enjoy our time while the world above poured itself dry. If it were owned by unsavory folk, even the briefest respite under an awning would have done well to soothe our troubles. Best yet, I envisioned us met with the open arms of some kind strangers, an elderly couple. An old Nord lady, clutching at her shawl, lurching around the barely-opened door, extending a rusted lantern to illuminate our downtrodden faces. The relief on those faces as she welcomed us inside to warm ourselves by the fire and partake of a meal far past dinner-time. At the dinner table we would meet her husband, a Dunmer noble, a face untouched by his years but obviously of similar age to his mate. The table was long with many chairs. They would regale us of their sire, little ones come and gone and of their adventures in places and ages long since passed. Gili and I would sit together, my arm across her shoulder, listening to their tales until the coming morn. I shook myself from my thoughts, only to find Gili peaking at me from beneath her hood. She nodded, acknowledging my daydreaming or nightdreaming as it were and nestled against my chest. Knowing her as I do, we likely shared that dream. The amulet of Mara around her neck jingled loudly as we quickened our pace.
In an hour's time, we came upon the once-majestic outline of our shelter to-be. Rotted and disheveled, a shade of what it may once have been. I cleared my throat and stepped up to the door, a hand curling into a loose fist. It rose then fell upon the door softly as Gili brought about some light. Far too soft, given the intensity of the storm. "Louder." She urged with her palm on my back. My fist rose again, this time coming down much harder. The door boomed and splintered, echoing through what lay beyond it.
"Hello?" I called out.
"I know it is dreadfully late, but this storm. It came out of nowhere and nearly blew us away." Gili added, with hardened voice.
Aside from the storm and our sighs, we were met with silence. Again, harder still, a fist met the door. With that, the bolt gave way, allowing the door to roll open. It squealed on hinges long since oiled as a cloud of dust struck our faces. Inside, a long dark abyss.
"Is there anyone inside?"
No reply. Wind howled through the doorway, slicing at our exposed faces and hands. The house snored like a long-slumbered beast. "We're coming inside." Once inside, we tried to fasten the door behind us but the lock had crumbled from the impact. Gili held it shut by light of palm then inched a small table in front of it to keep the storm out.
"Well, either our hosts are sound sleepers, or the house is to be ours." she mumbled, following me into the unknown.
Hastily, we cleared each room, settling into a comfortable bedroom once all was deemed safe. A fireplace, some wine. There will of course be no written record of our private time, it was intended to be ours and ours alone but someone felt otherwise. In the midst of it all, a peculiar sound caught my long ears. I grew still, listening. Eyes scouting the room between hush breaths. On the other side of the door, boards bowed under the strain of someone or something. I rose and eased my way over, wrapping a sheet around my bareness. Taking sword, my crimson eyes seared through the slit of the door, scanning low to high. Without moment's notice, I drove the sword through the door to it's hilt. A curdled cry, like that of a dying animal, it shrieked then bolted down the hall. The sword groaned sickly as I pulled it from it's splintered sheathe, blackened blood clinging to the edge. "Vampire", I whispered, taking Gili by the hand. We burst through the door, sliding to a stop in the slickness behind it.
The path of upturned tables and clutter lead through halls we had already cleared, with a blood trail ending at the opening to a once-lit room. The monster had snuffed out the candles. I pointed to a candle, my voice but a notion in the air. "Berne." In the mists and moonlight beaming through those stained glass windows, we could make out a figure just head and above and to our right, a shuffling high along the cathedral wall. The hiss of a beast on the attack. Before Gili could turn toward the sound, I had already smote it with fire. A cloaked figure howled and fell to the floor, writhing as another stirred at our backs. I spun, giving it unto the flames likewise. As they passed, the hall fell silent but for the pains of the now lone figure.
"I apologize for your comrades, but I know what you are. Berne. By holding to the shadows, they left me no choice. I could not risk it. But you. You may have intruded on our intimacies, but you have yet made no move. Am I assume that you are to be civil? " I lowered my sword and quelled the warmth in my palm.
The monster fidgeted just out of the light but said naught. It turned to face us slowly. A flowing dark robe, a thin and tall man. Beneath his hood, two hot coals surrounded by pitch black paint. Paint flowed like waterfalls from his eye sockets, down his cheeks and out from his mouth like bile. Where paint lied not, his skin was as old milk, leaning toward the green hue of decay, he clutched at his wound and stared on. Black lips firmly shut.
Gili brushed past me. "Is this your home? You have surely heard this storm and I pray that you had not the misfortune of being caught out in it. We came inside to take shelter from it, not to disturb you and your ilk."
Putting myself between her and the Berne, I began again.
"Regardless, I am in no mood to fight further." I sighed, leaning against a nearby pew.
"Must you feed or perish tonight? Look to your clan." I gestured toward those that still sizzled in the dark.
"Can there be no third option? What if we come to an agreement. You let us be, we let you be. Tend to your wound, perhaps speak with us, if you are capable. I have need of information and perhaps you have what I seek. Come morn, we part ways. I ask only that you remember the mercy we would give you, and to give it in return in the future. Seek cure for that which ails you. It is an offer few would extend." In the soft moonglow, a smile raced across my cheeks, eyes shut to envision the words.
"I see a future in which we may again cross paths. A bright summer day. I with my wife, children in tow. I introduce you to little ones as an acquaintance from some near-forgotten night. Friends. Living Man and living Mer sharing a handshake, with warm palms under warm skies. This life will be but a nightmare eagerly forgotten. This could very-well be. Can you see it so clearly as I?"
"Thank you", the cloaked figure groaned.
"Ah, I feared you too far gone for speech. Honor my words, friend. Tell me, what brings three Berne to Skyrim?"
The monster trudged over to one of his fallen companions, kneeling before it as he spoke. His voice was deep, Cyrodyllic, with the accent of native Dunmer. It was obvious that he had not spoken in common tongue for quite some time. Centuries perhaps.
"There is no place for ours in Morrowind. Others make public their takings and if they find one of us, we are taken as well. Blame falls on ours. Every street, every home, every eye seeks ours. Suspicious," he hissed the word. "Suspicious glances and suspicious thoughts. We were chased from our homes and now we go hungry." The word "hungry" trailed off, the depths from which he pulled the word gave truth to it.
"And why so far west, if I may?"
"They are here too. It is hard to seek prey as prey."
"Yours have been growing in number as of late. I came across a band of Aundae some weeks ago. In Solitude itself no less. A regrettable meeting. A couple, I assumed. I slew them, then laid them together under Mara. I thought it the right thing to do." Pausing, I peered down to my feet in condolence.
"Regrettable" the Berne whispered, turning his attention to the other comrade.
"Who are these others?" I chimed in.
"They are as us, but not of us. They are like..." He paused, seemingly searching for the proper term. "Dwemeri, but in our skin. Brass bones."
"We came across one of those. You speak true, friend." I hesitated, unsure how much I should share with a stranger. Grandfather was always careful to speak of him, as though mere mention could bring him back.
"I thought them to be of Assut, or rather, leftovers of his plights. Perhaps imitations of it? Mingling Dwemeri machinations with illusion was his craft. Though that all ended some time ago as far as I know. My grandfather had many a dealing with him. Do you know the name?"
The thing fell hush, pondering deeply.
"No."
Not of Assut. An imitator then. Certainly Grandfather will know more. Knowing him, I doubt he has sat idle these long years. If Assut still lives, I can be certain that he knows his whereabouts by now. My thoughts turned to the owners of this manor.
"Did you kill the owners of this fine house or were you likewise uninvited guests?"
"I do not kill. I feed on cattle, not kill. I have not killed since before. Before this life." He gestured to his still-bleeding chest as he spoke. "My brothers, they found this place and sent for the rest. We were to stay here. They may have killed the owners. I do not know. They cannot speak as I."
"Could not, speak as I." The Berne corrected himself.
The conversation slowed to a crawl. The three of us sat in near-silence, Gili traced her fingers through my hair as she often does, coming to rest upon my chiseled brow. At once her fingers stopped, suspicious. "Is something the matter?"
She fired off with one of her spur of the moment questions. "Do Dunmer men always have such a brow? Or is it because of your father? Not the ridge, yours is not too noticeable. But the sheer size of it. You have a massive forehead. Muscular, bulbous even. I have not had many dealing with your kind, much less had them at my fingertips. So I am genuinely curious." As the words left her mouth, she recoiled. I suppose she thought I would be offended by her choice of words, though no harm was done. I was well accustomed and enamored by to her to-the-point word choice.
"Hmm."
I drew long of mind, eyes shut, lost to all but myself. The good, the bad. I swam through the waters of my life in search of a related story. Finding the words, I spoke loudly enough that our guest could hear.
"In days long past, as golden days lay at my back heel and new horizons at my toes. As twins grew into their own. Near-mirrored forms twisted by the peculiarities of this world The fairer side of the coin, my sister, she grew into her beauties, elegant and graceful as the night. But I? I tumbled awkwardly into lanky ruggedness. Adulthood is rough on Dunmer men. As children, we are much alike in face and form. Our brows are light, though heavier than you would see on a Nord child, certainly. But as boys become men, our features diverge so heavily. The blood of my Father and Grandfather made my awkward years a bit more awkward in comparison, I am sure, as I so swiftly grew muscular and bold featured. Forested, top to bottom. The body of a true Nord. I shed my childhood like a cocoon. Sparring had left me lean but toned. My face long, chin and brow more prominent. The jaws and nose of my Father, as though you had molded the likeness by hand."
Her question answered, I saw fit to stop there, but my thoughts would not yield.
"We had lived a sheltered life, Fannah and I. Though we had traveled with our parents on many occasions and received an education fit for kings or queens, we were kept well out of danger. Blind to the more interesting parts of the world. Now for an ordinary Dunmer, he might be content to stay at home, enjoy childhood until it's true end, until work, love, or power finds him and whisks him away. But a Dunmer with Nord blood burning strong in his veins, it was not for me. I left home at twelve or perhaps thirteen. At first, visits were quite common. I would spend more time at home than on the road, but over time, I came to crave that road. Every second spent idle felt as though I was wasting away. In those days the bulk of my journeys lead to simple odd jobs, being of use in whatever way that I could. Be that farm work, errands, courier work, or things even more mundane. Then, as now, I rarely take pay unless forced upon me. A warm meal and place to sleep for the night, those are just rewards. A man's coin is his own, I will not deprive him of it. One thing lead to another and I became something of a local monster hunter. Not a full fledged mercenary or bountyman by any means, but I felled many a troll or intruding sabrecat. I knew of my fathers trade and saw that as my likely conclusion, my path was his. This was in the budding days of Fannah's devotion of Mara. She would often accompany me and could more than hold her own as well. The benefits of being a Snakestone did not fall to me alone. She is every bit as capable as I, just in a smaller, feistier package."
My grin slowly crumbled away, leaving a solemn frown.
"By sixteen, I had killed my first man. A Bosmer bandit. I did not take it well. At times I wake to the sounds of the battle, some seven or eight years later. For a time, I carried his hammer with me. It felt right. When my sword heft him nearly in twain, there was no thought of justice, no thought of success. I felt as though I had failed him. There should always be another option. I grieved for him. For a family he could have had or left behind, for a life he could have had if he had been on a different path. I should not have been the one to give finality to his situation. I found tht in all aspects of life, there is a lesson to be learned. If I need kill, I had best take something from it. Let that life not go in waste. If I was more persuasive, perhaps I could have talked him down. Made him atone for his ill deeds, face prison and come out a better man. I am no perfect man, nor would I ever claim to be, but I am aware of my deeds and their consequences. The what-ifs. He was the first, but he was not the last. I have tried to do things the right way but still, there is a line of ghosts at my back. Two more added this very night. They are with me. But this is not the story for today."
With the final word, I settled back against Gili's bosom and began the actual tale.
"I see myself in Dawnstar, as a painting behind my eyes. Fall of the same year I believe. Near sunset, I sought refuge from a dreadful storm. With the passing of this great storm, a beast rose from the northern waters and slowly crept upshore. A Grahl. Washed up from the northern lands I presumed. Be in in search of food or new territory, it had chosen a poor path. Cries from the shore had shaken me from a daydream. I stepped outside just in time to see the haggard form pierce the waves. It stood five men tall with tusks like spears, no, like masts. From matted white hair dripped ocean brine and foam, and from his three-clawed hands came death for any that may cross him. The fishermen fled and lawmen shuffled about in fear. With little hesitation, I darted up the hill and stared down at it. Palms aglow, I loosed a single fireball. The impact knocked him clear off of his feet and with a mighty splash he fell back-first into the tide. As he rose, angered but unharmed, his claws gave chase. Slicing the sand as my sword so did to his flesh. At the end of my lunge, the blade carved out a chunk of his thumb. It cut true and he bled into the foam. On scurrying feet I rounded his back, leaping as I lobbed another fireball at his feet. He roared and looked down at me as though I were an ant to be crushed. A bellowing cry shook the shoreline but I had no fear. He moved clumsily through the soft clay just off shore, his weight was too much for it I imagined. Seeing this, I fled into the waves myself, with a steady stream of flames ensuring that he would give chase. And so he did, and in doing so, lodged himself in the soft clay. Dodging a blow, I took hold of his gnarled fingers and hoisted myself atop them. Darting from muscle to muscle, gripping his white fur to steady myself, I moved ever higher. Until I could see a many-veined neck beneath that dripping beard. With each beat of his gargantuan heart, his neck pulsated. I had found my target. I drove the sword into the hump of his back, sending him reeling. His hulking mass fell back, exposing his engorged neck. At once I leapt from atop his back, mind racing, my perception of time came to a halt. I recall my breath, the beat of my heart dwarfed by the beat of his. The crash of waves. I found footing atop his breast and with precision, made my cut. With a torrent of blue blood, he tumbled into the mud, throwing me clear onto the shoreline. There was no cheering crowd, no boons, no feeling of greatness. I stood just off to the side, warming my hands by magick as blue blood trickled down my brow and fell from my hair. Wiping it away, I think this was the first time that I took notice of how my face had changed. This is the moment that had wormed it's way into my mind. I looked into that pearly water. Peering deep and long into my reflection, taking note of my features. As my face had grown long, forehead bulbous, the eyes were the same. In my eyes, I was the same boy that once cowered from levitating rats or mudcrabs. Now a man, felling mountains in the name of greater good. I again felt great regret in what I had done. The world is without one Grahl, and in it's place, perhaps tens of people are yet still living. Most would consider that a worthwhile trade. But the world is still without that Grahl. It continues on giving it not a thought. As it is to continue on without these two." I gestured to the fallen Berne. "As it would continue on without you." An ashen finger darted toward our guest. "As it would continue on without I, or mine. Not every life lost is taken, but in situations like these, it falls upon each of us to decide who stays on this carriage and who shall disembark early.
"If I had been more knowledgeable of Grahl back then, perhaps I could have lead it away. They have their likes or dislikes as do we all. For every beast there is a working lure. And by all of the gods above, he is a heavy beast. Now that you've been introduced to him, perhaps the both of you could help me carry him?
My tale finished, I searched his hooded face for a sign that I had struck a cord, though found none. We spent the better part of the next hour diving from one subject to another. It was pleasant conversation, considering the guest. Shortly before morning, we retreated to our room to reconvene and find some rest before the long road. With sunrise, we found the house empty. Our acquaintance had fled, taken his fallen with him, and held true to his word.
"May he find his way."
I was quiet the next few days. Lost in thought as is to be expected of me. Gili probed for answers and feelings but received little reply. I felt sorry for her, to see her try so hard, only to be met by this wall. I found peace in my pipe, mind and in our closeness, as one-sided as it were. Quiet days make for boring days and no amount of endless chatter on her part could sway the mood. Before long, roadside rocks again became the center of attention.
To our left, she spotted a large boulder. "The game continues", she mouthed the words. With amber eye glued to the far edge of it as we made our way past, the sudden neigh of the horse startled her. Behind the stone sat a horse and carriage, as though she had willed them into existence. "Oh ello there." A voice beckoned from its backside. A little man stepped into view and tossed an overflowing sack of mushrooms into the back. "I never thought to bump into anybody else out here. Where ya heading?"
With rested feet, the following day passed quickly and as I put this quill to paper, the family homestead has came into view. As majestic a sight as ever. We near the end of this ride, with another to soon begin. My thoughts collected, I opened up. With but minutes left on the road, I gave Gili a brief lesson on the varieties of vampire and how best to deal with each. How one could likely discern the clan within seconds as they all behave differently. I spoke more of my Grandfather and of Assut. Of stories that Grandfather had told Fannah and I, and of where and how we met him. How as a boy, my extended family was scattered across Skryim and Morrowind. How under the grace of Mara, acquaintances from long forgotten days were rejoined in the end. Of the paths that brought us together, and of our long journey home.
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Jabber’s Muse List
;; I sincerely apologize to everyone for the length of this list.
A
Aaravos
Ace
Adam
Adrien
Aizawa
Ajali
Ajax
Akabane
Akira
Akisu
Aljunn
Altair
Amani
Amon
Anchor
Angus
Anik
Anubis
Aoba
Apollo
Arno
Arqaedyn
Arsene
Arsene Lupin (OC)
Artimaes
Artix
Asra
Asra (OC)
Asra Fisher
Asta
Astaroth
Aurelio
Avel
Averin
Avos
Aym
Azir
Azkhal
Azra-Khal
Azriel
B
Bael
Bagheera
Bakugou
Balthasar
Balto
Ban
Banzai
Barik
Baron
Barrel
Bartleby
Batty
Beast
Beetle
Beta
Black Jack
Black Joker
Blitz
Blood
Boris
Bow
Bowser
Branch
Break
Buer
Bunnymund
C
Callum
Campbell
Canterbury
Capper
Cassius
Catra
Chardonnay
Charlie
Cherry
Chester
Chouza
Chris Blackford
Chrono
Chuuya
Colte
Conn
Connor
Creek
Cress
Crowley
Cryptic
Cysero
D
Daisuke
Daniel
Dante
Dante Ignatius
Dante Kronos
Dante Rhodes
Darien
Dark
Dark Law
Dark Pit
Darrow
Data
David
Dazai
Deaikil
Decim
Delta
Devil
Devon
Dhambi
Digit
Docks
Dodger
Double Trouble
Dr. Facilier
Drake
Drossel
Duststorm
E
E
Ed
Elias
Elijah
Elliot
Emmett
Envy
Envy (OC)
Eravi
Etienne
Ezio
Ezra
F
Fai
Falkor
Fallon
Fangtooth
Felix
Felix Agreste
Fengari
Fenris
Ferio
Festus
Finn
Fox
G
Gage
Gajeel
Ganta
Gareki
Garrett
Garry
Gavin
Gawl
Gideon
Gil
Gilvein
Ginji
Ginko
Ginti
Gintoki
Giza
Gizmo
Glitch
Gojyo
Goku
Gourry
Gowland
Graham
Gray
Gray Ringmarc
Griffin
Grillby
Guy
Guy Cecil
Guy Diamond
H
Hades
Hak
Hans
Hapsun
Harper
Haruka
Hatari
Hatch
Hatsuharu
Hawke
Hector “Striker” Marques
Hibiki
Hikae
Hiro
Hiruko
Hisago
Hook
Hunk
I
Ibal
Ikuto
Impey
Indivar
Inuyasha
Isaac
Isaac Vivre
Isaiah
Isandro
Izaya
Izmael
Izo
Izrael
J
Jabber Quill
Jace
Jack
Jade Moonfeather
James
Jasper
Jasper Taigan
Jay
Jellal
Jericho
Jester Ring
Johnny
Joker
Judal
Julius
Jumba
Justin
Jyugo
K
Kade
Kaelan
Kagura
Kai
Kale
Kaminari
Kanda
Karkat
Karma
Kasi
Kaspar
Katsuo
Kaushal
Kavit
Kazuki
Keidynn
Keith
Keturi
Khazroq
Khireus
Ki
Kifo
Kirishima
Kizami
Klarth
Klein
Koda
Koro-sensei
Krampus
Kratos
Krin
Kuhani
Kuiba
Kuro
Kurogane
Kutal
Kweli
Kyle
Kyo
L
Lavi
Law
Lawrence
Lawson
Leon
Leonardo
Leraje
Li
Lily
Lincoln
Link
Lion-O
Lionheart
Lock
Loki
Lokus
Lucas DuSauvage
Lucian
Lucien
Luka
Luke Ainsworth
Luke fon Fabre
Lyric
M
Mad King
Mael
Majestic
Makoto
Marco
Marius
Marquis
Marshall Lee
Mason
Masquerade
Maverick
Max
Maximus
Mercury
Merlot
Merrick
Messiah
Micah
Midnight Star
Mifune
Mikasi
Mikhael
Mist Flare
Mitsuhide
Mitsuru
Mizani
Mkali
Mogar
Momotaro
Monty
Morgan
Morgana
Musashi
Mushra
Muta
Myles
Mzungu
N
N
Nagi
Naro
Nathaniel
Natsu
Nguvu
Nico
Nico (OC)
Nicolae
Nicu
Nightdream
Nikolae
Nils
Nirav
Nix
Njozi
Nod
Nora
O
Obi
Oga
Ojiro
Oriander
Orion
Orpheus
Orson
Orson Gibbs
Oseru
Oz
Ozpin
P
Pax
Peter Pan
Peter White
Phalanx (Pax)
Philip
Pips
Pit
Q
Qivral
Quinn
Quirin
Qwan
R
Rafiki
Rai
Raimundo
Raitou
Rajan
Rampo
Ravenblade
Remus
Remy
Ren
Rin
Rin Okumura
Rishi
Rivan
Rivaren
Robin
Rock
Roman
Roy
Roy G. Biv
Runaan
Rusty
Ryo
Ryuji
Ryuma
S
Sage
Sago
Samon
Sanji
Saru
Sasha
Satan
Scar
Scissor
Senji
Sesshomaru
Sharrkan
Shere Khan
Shetani
Shin-Ah
Shiro
Shizuo
Shock
Shockwave
Sigma
Silence
Skek
SkekMal
Soren
Soul
Staz
Stein
Sting
Stormblade
Sugino
Sumu
Sun
Sunny Pine
Surefire Arrow
Syaoran
Syuro
T
Taigus
Tatizo
Tempest
Terra
Thompson
Thor
Timber
Tink
Titan
Titus
Tjarron
Tobias
Todoroki
Tokiya
Tokoyami
Train
Travis
Tyrian
Tzekhal
U
U-1146/White Blood Cell
Ueki
Undertaker
Uno
Uno (White Dragon)
Uriel
Utsuho
V
Valiance
Varian
Venture
Vheildar
W
Watanuki
Wesley
Weston
White Joker
Wit
Wizardmon
X
Xander
Xavier
Xelloss
Y
Yamato
Yogi
Yosuke
Yudar
Yuliy
Yuri
Z
Zack
Zeik
Zelgadiss
Zen
Zevran
Zigisu
Zuko
Zwei
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