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mxmollusca · 1 month

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for the "get to know your fic writer meme"! 4, 17, 46, 54! and if you have one that you REALLY want to answer but no one's asked it yet, this is your wild card to answer a question of your choosing 😌

4. Where do you find inspiration for new ideas?

Whatever I'm currently learning about worms its way into my writing. An Arm and a Leg and The Sticking Place are rooted in my love of cephalopods, and my philosophical interest in body neutrality and self-love through self-discovery. In Favor With Their Stars and The Ship of Theseus stem from my interests in AI, space exploration, engineering, humanism, bodies, neurodiversity, and personhood. Wave Hello to the Void is an ode to monstrosity, gender, the interrelationship between hyperfixation and passion, interconnectedness, and physics. A lot of my stories are seeded by poetry I read. I get a lot of inspiration from images, metaphor, and turns of phrase that make me reconsider how I view the world. I love the ways in which Rae Armantrout, Jane Wong, Maggie Nelson, and Robert Wood Lynn have made me reconsider my POV in particular.

17. What do you do when writing becomes difficult?

Body doubling and rubbering ducking with my betas. Most of my problems with writing come from being slow and struggling to initiate the task. With a buddy writing at the same time (Discord sprinties ftw), I am able to at least get something on the page, and having the cheerleader there to give some immediate feedback will usually be enough reinforcement to unstick me. Same works for my original writing, which is why I find having a writing group to be indispensable.

46. How would you describe your style?

Lyrical? Maybe a bit self-indulgent. I'll get a turn of phrase stuck in my head and sometimes I'll write a whole scene just so I can use it. But that's one of the great things about fanfiction---at the end of the day, I'm writing it for myself. I am going to write it in the way that feels best to me, and sometimes that way is floridly.

54. What's your favorite part of the fanfiction writing process?

I love the editing process. I love getting feedback and implementing it. I love seeing something from another perspective, making tweaks, and seeing the quality improve. I also love it when my betas yell at me in the comments. A well-timed 🔥 emoji does so much for my motivation.

get to know your fic writer challenge

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rattycattyfanfic · 4 months

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hi rattycatty i’m a huge fan of your lynnmanda series and i have a prompt!

my vision: Amanda on her knees, Lynn standing above her. Lynn sets a piece of Amanda’s hair on fire with her cigarette and won’t let her put it out until she says so, and she’s also not allowed to look away. Mandy is squirming and whimpering but Lynn just smiles

this is the reason why Amanda chops all her hair off again

hi!! thank you so much <33

i think. my brain is broken, bc somehow, lynn burning amanda's hair feels....a little more cruel than i'm comfortable with, but ashing in her mouth? burning her tongue? fine. hot. degrading. it's not exactly what you prompted, but.....have this? could fit in bark like a god universe, but like, could also not. whatever.

lynnmanda, rated m, short, unedited, dont hit me, etc

tws: smoking, degradation, dom/sub (without sex), sadomasochism, putting a cig out on someone's tongue!

Amanda smokes still, now and again. She sneaks out for secret smoke breaks when the chaos of her brain gets too much, when her skin begins to itch with the urge to hurt herself. She microdoses self-destruction, huddles up in her hoodie and indulges in the old habit of smoking, and then sheds her hoodie, hides it at the very bottom of the laundry basket, and sprays herself down with deodorant to mask the reek of tobacco. She knows how to hide her habits. She’s well-versed in the art of sneaky cigarette breaks.

Still, all her caution and wiliness can’t save her when she gets caught red-handed. Lynn finds her huddled out by the back fence where they put the bins out, cigarette between her shaking fingers, and she can’t do anything except blink owlishly.

“Those things’ll kill you,” Lynn murmurs, wrapped in her robe. The corners of her eyes crinkle with concern.

“Mhm,” Amanda hums. “I know,” she says, and pulls her hands up into her sleeves as if she can hide the smoke, pretend that she was never even here in the first place. “Lynn–”

“Give,” the doctor bites out between gritted teeth. She sticks a hand out, gestures for the cigarette. Amanda acquiesces, blinking. She knows Lynn had once smoked, wonders if she’s going to take a drag or if she’s going to throw it to the ground and stomp it out. It could go either way. Lynn always finds a way to surprise her, somehow.

She does neither. Amanda hands the cigarette over, and Lynn takes it, pushes her gently down to her knees, down onto the rough of damp concrete paving slabs. “I want you around as long as possible,” Lynn says, soft, kind, toying idly with the cigarette between her fingers. Amanda gazes up, curious, scolded, willing to lose the brief rush of nicotine for the thrill of whatever is about to happen here.

The doctor places her fingers gently against the girl’s lower lip, pressing down. Soft in her silk gown and cotton pyjamas, but domineering all the same, commanding Amanda’s attention. “Open.”

Amanda does. She parts her pink lips dumbly, her irritation over her interrupted smoke break fading fast, replaced with curious excitement. Lynn nods, pleased, and then hooks her fingers into her mouth, holding her open, wide. Amanda tries very hard not to drool down her chin and fails seconds later, saliva welling up and spilling over onto Lynn’s waiting fingers.

“I don’t like the thought of losing you,” the doctor whispers. She eyes the cigarette, turns it over in her grip with a thoughtful look. “Especially not to fucking cigarettes. Dying of emphysema or lung cancer after all the shit we’ve survived.”

Amanda whines, tries to mumble a smart response, but she can’t with Lynn’s fingers in her mouth. She manages a muffled groan, wordless and pathetic, and then gives up. She curls a hand into a fist against the crotch of her cargo pants, pulsing hotly.

“So pretty,” the doctor says to herself, cocking her head. And then she brings the cigarette closer, so it hovers an inch away from the girl’s mouth, and taps it once with her finger. The burnt end falls away, hot ash crumbling against Amanda’s tongue, bitter and burning. “I want you to quit.”

It tastes fucking foul. Amanda jumps at the unexpected burn, her tongue twitching in her open mouth. She successfully curls her tongue and shakes the ash away, can’t spit with her mouth open but allows it to drool out around the corners of her mouth, disgusting and glistening. Lynn ashes the cigarette off once again into her mouth, and then presses the red hot tip against her wet tongue. It burns, sharp and stinging, and Amanda winces, jumps, whines. Her hips rock up into her fist.

“Say it. Tell me you’ll quit,” Lynn growls, dark eyes shining in the grey winter daylight. She holds the cigarette staunch against her tongue, watching it smoulder against the soft vulnerability of her mouth, her pink tongue.

“I’ll–” Amanda mumbles, and then gives up. She bites down on the fingers in her mouth and wrenches herself free. “I’ll quit,” she manages the second time around, without fingers in her mouth. “I’ll fucking quit, fine.” She spits angrily, a mouthful of saliva and ash landing on Lynn’s pretty garden paving.

Lynn pulls the cigarette away and discards it quickly, throwing the dead stub down into the gravel between the paving slabs. “Good,” she says sweetly. “Thank you,” she says, and sounds genuinely relieved. She strokes through dark hair tenderly, pushing a stray hair back between Amanda’s ear, and nods. “That’s all I wanted.”

Amanda nods, head down, her mouth still full of the bitter taste of burnt tobacco and ash. Her heart thuds, not unpleasantly, and then Lynn is helping her up off the ground before her knees begin to ache. She kisses her, swiping her tongue over the sensitive burn left behind by the ash, soothing where she’d hurt, always tender after their moments of violence.

When she pulls away, she whispers, “I’ll help. Nicotine patches, gum, whatever you need. But I want you around, ok? I don’t want to lose you, Mandy, not now, not ever.”

Amanda nods again, blinking, and feels oddly touched. “Ok. Ok, sure,” she agrees, and thinks of Lynn picking up patches for her, helping wean her off nicotine. Maybe if she’d had someone like Lynn around when she was younger, she wouldn’t have fallen so far. Would’ve, should’ve, could’ve, whatever. It doesn’t matter now. She nods, peers up at Lynn in her robe, soft with concern, and promises, “I’ll quit.”

#lynnmanda #shotgunshipping #amanda young #lynn denlon #saw #prompt #drabble #rated m #2024 #romance #angst #asks #anon #answered

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drwilfredwaterson · 1 month

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2013: Male: 62,280 Forcible Sex Offenders with 58,981 Female Forcible Sex Victims 2013: Male: 5,396 Nonforcible Sex Offenders with 5,511 Female Nonforcible Sex Victims 2013: Male: 67,676 Total Sex Offenders with 64,492 Total Female Sex Victims

2014: Male: 62,393 Forcible Sex Offenders with 59,875 Female Forcible Sex Victims 2014: Male: 4,804 Nonforcible Sex Offenders with 4,888 Female Nonforcible Sex Victims 2014: Male: 67,197 Total Sex Offenders with 64,763 Total Female Sex Victims

2015: Male: 66,545 Forcible Sex Offenders with 64,202 Female Forcible Sex Victims 2015: Male: 4,712 Nonforcible Sex Offenders with 4,836 Female Nonforcible Sex Victims 2015: Male: 71,257 Total Sex Offenders with 69,038 Total Female Sex Victims

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2018: Male: 91,838 Total Sex Offenders with 91,219 Total Female Sex Victims

2019: Male: 105,030 Total Sex Offenders with 104,720 Total Female Sex Victims

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Published: February 23, 2021 (54th day) Duration: 2:51 (171 seconds) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c1VPmCA2s_w c1VPmCA2s_w (1, 2) cVPmCAsw accmpsvw 1+3+3+30+60+90+700+900=1787. 1787+1+2=1790. 1790+171=1961. 1961+54=2015.

Strong's Concordance #2015 haphak: to turn, overturn, overthrow, change, transform, be perverse, make a bed, retire, tumble, to the contrary Original Word: הָפַךְ

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saturn-xvoid · 1 year

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Basically all my TMC Aus/headcanons!! Please lemme know yours if you have I lobe them so much 😭

Anyways, Let’s get started!!

COLORGUARD AU!

Fav tosses:

Mark = Strip toss

Cesar = single half 45, catch behind back

Jonah: Pop toss

Adam: Lasso

Least fav tosses:

Mark = Silk double, spin underneath it

Cesar = Silk toss

Jonah = 45

Adam = Any toss where he has to do jazz splits on the floor

VOLLEYBALL AU!

Mark = Outside hitter

Adam = Setter

Jonah = Middle blocker

Cesar = Libero

Sarah = Opposite hitter

Joel (mystifying oracle) = Defense specialist

Evelin = Manager or Setter

Thatcher, Dave, Ruth = Coaches

HANDBALL AU!

Evelin = Goalie

Cesar = Pivot

Adam = Left wing

Sarah = Right wing

Mark = Left back

Jonah = Right back

Thatcher, Dave, Ruth = Coaches

FAVORITE COLOR:

(Self indulgent tbh)

Mark: Blue

Cesar: Red

Jonah: Orange

Adam: Black

Sarah: Green

Evelin: Purple

I imagine that if Mark was getting injured by something and Cesar (or anyone really) was near, he wouldn’t call Cesar for help in fear of Cesar getting hurt by the thing as well.

Adam would just yell and cuss which is what normally alerts Jonah that he needs help.

Cesar would call Marks name but that’s it, he wouldn’t ask Mark to help him, just for him to come over.

Jonah would ask anyone and everyone for help when getting hurt but back then (MY AU) he never did because of TRAUMA.

HTTYD AU:

Cesar = Night fury

Adam = Monstrous nightmare

Mark = Cesar’s rider (that sounds weird but it’s not i swear)

Jonah = Adams rider (once again not weird leave me alone)

(I also have a fanfic of this btw so lemme know if ya want me to link that ;))

WEAPONS OF CHOICE:

Mark = Gun

Cesar = Spiky bat

Adam = Knife or anything sharp

Jonah = Axe

PRONOUNS ?? IDK MIGHT CHANGE:

Mark = He/him

Cesar = He/they

Jonah = All pronouns

Adam = He/it (Possibly xe/xer too)

Sarah = She/her

Evelin = She/he/they

Dave = All pronouns

Ruth = She/her

Thatcher = He/they

CUPHEAD AU!:

Mark = Mugman

Cesar = Cuphead

Jonah = Dice

Adam = Devil

Sarah = Mrs. Chalice

PUSS IN BOOTS AU:

Mark = Kitty softpaws

Cesar = Puss

Sarah = Perrito

Jonah = Baby bear

Adam = Goldie

Six = Papa bear

Lynn Murray = Mama bear

SOUTH PARK AU!:

Mark = Stan

Cesar = Kyle

Jonah = Kenny

Adam = Cartman

A tmc au where everyone lives and no one dies (Like Unwound Wounds by SoundlessNoise on ao3) but Jonah has an alternate attached to him.

The alternate isn’t visible to anyone but Jonah and it doesn’t turn Jonah into an alternate, instead it tells jonah to… ya know… commit die. Jonah doesn’t give in and he debates telling the boys but the alternate convinced him not to.

Maybe have the boys find out??

Sorry I like Jonah angst LMAO

ORCHESTRA AU!:

Mark = Violin

Cesar = Viola

Jonah = Violin

Adam = Cello

UNDERTALE/MOMMACQ AU!:

Mark = Geno sans

Cesar = Ink sans

Jonah = Fresh sans

Adam = Error sans

TMNT AU!:

Mark = Donnie

Cesar = Leo

Jonah = Mikey

Adam = Raph

Sarah = Usagi

Evelin = April

Jonah is a juggalo fr.

Dave Lee reminds me of the do the flop guy.

SECURITY BREACH AU!:

Mark = Gregory

Cesar = Glamrock Freddy

Jonah = Sun

Adam = Moon

Sarah = Roxanne

Evelin = Chica

Thatcher = Monty

Ruth = Vanny

Dave = DJ music man

FAVORITE MOVIES:

Jonah = Moana

DESCENDANTS AU!:

Mark = Mal

Cesar = Evie

Jonah = Carlos

Adam = Jay

#Lemme know if you have headcanons/aus to add i wanna hear em >:]#the mandela catalogue #mandela catalogue #adam murray #jonah marshall #cesar torres #mark heathcliff #tmc #tmc headcanon #tmc au

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proxylynn · 1 year

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"There was an old woman who lived in a shoe. She had so many children, she didn't know what to do. She gave them some broth without any bread; Then whipped them all soundly and put them to bed.” {There was a young girl who lived in that shoe. Whipped no matter what and hadn’t a clue. She vanished one day, leaving all in dismay; Swearing the Old Woman would eventually pay.}

[Okay, so I rather like where my head went with this...even though I once again make myself into a character with a fucked up history, seriously why do I do that?! Now to put down everything I have off the top of my head.

In Childhood Lynn was an incredibly shy and timid kid. She’d flinch at fast movement, raised voices, and would constantly apologize even for things she didn’t do. The Old Woman wasn’t great with kids, she mostly saw them as tiny servants, and the kids would be mistreated in many terrible ways. Malnutrition and beatings were a normal occurrence in the Shoe House. Her only safety was sneaking out to scavenge in the village. Traveling wagons were a usual thing to be seen. It’s easy money provided you have something to sell or have a talent others want to see...or you have magic of some kind. One of these wagons was “Horner’s Pies”, run by a couple of dejected bakers and their son, Little Jack Horner, which they used to advertise with his rhyme. Granted their pies were good and likely could sell on their own, but when competing with others who had magic or used it in some way, it was near impossible. Such rejection only made their son into a jealous brat who’d throw fits and run off in a tantrum. It would be in one of these fits they’d meet for the first time and he took a quick liking to the slightly bigger girl cowering from his envious rage. Basically, he would terrify her until he calmed down and she would just take it due to fear and this sad feeling of enjoyment for being interacted with. With his calming down came innocent questions like “Why are you such a scaredy-cat ?” and from her came not-so-innocent answers like “I’m sorry! I’ll do better next time! I promise!”. Wagons usually stayed at most a week depending on income before moving on, and in that short time, the two formed a weird routine. He’d get mad and vent on her, she’d take it and enjoy being around him once he was calm, he’d chat her up and she’d tell him back her troubles, and he’d end the interaction with backhanded advice. “If I were you, I wouldn't take that. You’re not a dog. Stop rolling over and bite back! Or don’t. It’s up to you. It’s no skin off my nose if something bad happens to you. It’s your life. Your choice.” It wouldn’t be long after that they would part ways and she’d end up running away after a particularly violent night.

Adult Lynn is everything her younger self never thought she’d be. Strong, confident, and capable of making people fear her. She still holds a softer nature deep down but it is not for just anyone to see. Roaming the lands taught her many skills. Most of which were less than lawful. It was during an attempted robbery of the Muffin Man that her future path would be set in stone as the humble baker mistook her for being a thug of Big Jack’s. From there, she followed any info to find him, which wasn’t all that hard. Over the years the former little poor boy had become a massive wealthy man, possessing a mansion and a thriving baked goods enterprise. Seems his family found success in a less magically populated area and business expanded from there. But as she would later learn, pies weren’t the only means of financial gain for the Jack Horner Pie Co. Jack’s jealousy for magic carried over into his adulthood and now that he had the means, he was able to indulge in taking anything magical for himself. From magical artifacts to icons of various fantastical stories, he would possess them all in a twisted collection, dominating the one thing that mocked him the most growing up. But it was never enough to fill this unhappy void in him. With each new item came a bitter victory that was like salt in a fresh wound. These trinkets were nothing to him now. Yet there was still one thing that might do the trick...If only he could get his hands on that damn map! She wasn’t sure what to expect when she wandered in. Certainly wasn’t expecting to be held at sword-point and then dragged before the man himself. This reunion was awkward, mainly because he didn’t recognize her nor cared, and her newfound sass didn’t help matters when she’d quip back when he’d make some callous remark. Only when his temper flared and his voice roared did her former anxiety trigger. The familiar sight stirred something in him, nothing good mind you, but it was enough to recall her and he humor her by offering her the chance to apply for a job. Needless to say, she still proves to be a very good source of entertainment for him and they even do their venting routine once more. Her loyalty is unquestionable even if their “friendship” very much is. Hell, it’s obviously toxic. But as long as he continues to acknowledge her in any way, she’ll continue to be his good obedient girl and see to it he finds his happiness.]

#puss in boots the last wish oc #puss in boots: the last wish oc #jack horner #big jack horner #self insert #Little Lynn #op art

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tialinffxiv · 8 months

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Bluey Tee

Name: Bluey Tee Race: Midlander Hyur Gender: male Age: unknown Name day: unknown Height: 182cm Class: Dark Knight, Black Mage

Information: (highlight what apply)

disorganized / organized / in between close-minded / open-minded / in between cautious / reckless / in between patient / impatient / in between outspoken / reserved / in between leader / follower / in between sympathetic / unsympathetic / in between optimistic / pessimistic / in between hardworking / lazy / in between cultured / uncultured / in between loyal / disloyal / in between faithful / unfaithful / in between

ABILITIES

COMBAT SKILLS – excellent / good / moderate / poor / none LITERACY SKILLS – excellent / good / moderate / poor / none ARTISTIC SKILLS – excellent / good / moderate / poor / none TECHNICAL SKILLS – excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

HABITS

Drinking Alcohol : never / sometimes / frequently / to excess. Smoking : trying to quit / never / sometimes / frequently / to excess. Indulgent Food : never / sometimes / frequently / to excess. Splurge Spending : never / sometimes / frequently / to excess. Gambling : never / sometimes / frequently / to excess ~~ ~~ ~~ Formerly an ancient and powerful fire demon- sealed while going through yet another circle of death and rebirth, forced by his previous masters. Summoned by accident by Tia- at first was ready to kill the person who called him, as he failed to hold control over him. However, he sensed something strangely familiar in Tia and instead decided to "borrow" his flesh and use it to wander around this new world and find what's this all about. Eventually after several events, including mostly Tia's brother- Lynn, they got seperated and Bluey created a new vessel for himself, sacrificing most of his power in the process. Now living as a mortal, married to Lynn. About his name: This name was given to him by Lynn, brother of Tia. He liked the Miqo'te, so decided that name from him will be the best choice. As his memories remain clouded and faded, he fails to recall most of his previous names and forms- as he was taking various ones each time he was summoned after rebirth. About his abilities: Despite losing most of his powers, still able to cast his blue flames- which are getting stronger as time passes and he's slowly regenerating his former strenght. He's also very sensitive to aether and can tell people apart by the "smell" of it, as he calls it. Various facts: -one of the forms from past he can remember was a giant wolf and he takes a lot traits from it: for example growling a lot; -doesn't like sweets and loves black coffee, which doesn't have much effect on him anyway, so he drinks a lot of it every day and gets very grumpy when he cannot get any; -he's very warm- his fire aether doesn't go so great with new, mortal body of his, so he's easy to overheat when he's using his powers too much.

#ffxiv #ff14 #ffxiv oc

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donutdollie · 3 months

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𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐅𝐈𝐂 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒

WHAT DOES YOUR MUSE SMELL LIKE ? depends on in what part of her life, but it could be sweat, wool, coffee, motor oil, and doughnuts; old paper and fabric, and hints of vanilla and musk; or like grass and trees and ink, or the cold clean scent of snow.

WHAT DO YOUR MUSE’S HANDS FEEL LIKE ? her hands are mostly soft, but not without callouses. they appear where a pen has rubbed or a needle poked, or where she's clutched a hockey stick. and there are even a scar or two from slicing or burning her hands on hot, broken engines or with boiling oil from frying doughnuts.

WHAT DOES YOUR MUSE USUALLY EAT IN A DAY ? if she's mostly seated, studying or writing, she tends to eat less than more active days, and it tends to be slow grazing on random things rather than full meals. but she does find herself ravenous on the days where she's constantly moving, eating not only three square meals but often a snack or two if she has time.

DOES YOUR MUSE HAVE A GOOD SINGING VOICE ? she's no vera lynn, but yes, she does. it's almost expected that the girls might end up singing for the boys, and she does enjoy it. her vibrato is actually really well controlled and she finds it easy to mimic to some success other singers' styles.

DOES YOUR MUSE HAVE ANY BAD HABITS OR NERVOUS TICKS ? isolating herself. but in all honesty, she doesn't have many bad habits, having had to be very disciplined at a young age. over indulging in alcohol on occasion, usually for a reason, is another... she does have a few nervous ticks, but the most prominent is tapping her thigh rhythmically.

WHAT DOES YOUR MUSE USUALLY LOOK LIKE / WEAR ? her uniform suits her very well, and the clean, tailored but feminine details bleed into her 'civilian' wear as well. she wears solids more than prints, and plenty of jewel and earth tones. often has her hair curled and light makeup done as well. she enjoys at least the perception of looking put together.

IS YOUR MUSE AFFECTIONATE ? HOW SO ? for someone who finds it so hard to truly trust others, she's actually very affectionate. ( this irony is one she is very self aware about as well. ) she will easily reach out to touch another to reassure or comfort whether or not she knows them, and those closer to her can expect the occasional hug. as someone who is naturally very cold, with family or intimate, trusted partners, she'd be curled up against their side in a heartbeat.

WHAT POSITION DOES YOUR MUSE SLEEP IN ? on her side, usually slightly curled, more often hugging her pillow than putting her head on it.

COULD YOU HEAR YOUR MUSE IN THE HALLWAY FROM ANOTHER ROOM ? if she's excited, absolutely, but otherwise, she tends to be moderate in volume... and walks very quietly.

tagged : @debelltio ( thanks for this! ) tagging : @arc-77 , @vuulpecula , @becomelions , @strawpolls , @cavalrylad , + anyone else who hasn't done it yet.

#hc » what we've seen and heard could make an excellent book

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lynne-monstr · 2 years

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Writer’s Month Day 26: Time Travel

The King’s Avatar, Wei Chen & Yu Wenzhou, gen

Follow-up to the S10 Wei Chen finds himself back in S2 ficlet

The last reserve player steps forward.

Yu Wenzhou is nearly unrecognizable compared to the man he’s going to become. Wei Chen can’t quite put his finger on it, aside from the itch in the back of his brain. It isn’t the narrower set of his shoulders or the big, clunky glasses he hides behind. It isn’t even the youthfulness of his face, still with a layer of baby fat on his cheeks.

It’s the attitude, Wei Chen realizes, as Yu Wenzhou gingerly takes his seat. The Yu Wenzhou of the future wears his quiet confidence with ease. He’s the eye in the storm that is Blue Rain, a steady yet unassuming pillar of strength. Nobody who didn’t know him beforehand would ever guess how desperately he clawed his way forward to get there.

Wei Chen still remembers the rush of bitterness the first time he saw Blue Rain’s new captain on camera. The fans fawned over him, the very same fans who threw Wei Chen away like nothing the moment he started slowing down.

But that was a lifetime ago. Or maybe a lifetime to come. Wei Chen’s always been shit at philosophy.

“I’d like a match,” Yu Wenzhou says, as respectful as ever.

And there it is, the hunger lurking behind Yu Wenzhou’s perpetually mild expression. How the fuck did Wei Chen miss it all those years ago? A goddamned walking contradiction is what this kid is.

Around them, several of the trainees scoff, though they cut it short when Wei Chen shoots them a sharp glare.

“Then a match you’ll get,” he says, faking a lightness he doesn’t feel. His mind is still spinning. He has a plan but is it the right thing to do?

The only way to find out is to grasp the bull by the balls and go for it.

“Wait,” he says, stopping Yu Wenzhou before he can slot his account card into the card reader. A Warlock, Wei Chen remembers. How could he forget? He used to have nightmares about that Warlock with the ridiculous hair. Or maybe the dreams were about its terrifying operator. Wei Chen admits to nothing.

“Hey, no. Don’t get up.” Wei Chen waves his hand when he sees Yu Wenzhou start to move. “Stay there, just…sit for a moment. I have an idea.” Awkwardness hangs heavy in the air. Yu Wenzhou looks more than a little spooked at the turn of events. Wei Chen grins, a sad attempt to smooth it over. “What do you say we change things up a bit, huh kid?”

It’s like putting a bandaid on a gusher, but somehow it works. The blank expression on Yu Wenzhou’s face gives way to a small smile. “Yes, Captain.”

“Good, great. Okay.” Wei Chen snaps his his fingers a few times. “Shijing, give me Heat Seeker.” He holds out his hand for the card.

Nothing happens.

Fang Shijing doesn’t give him Heat Seeker. He’s too busy staring.

The few scattered pros on the main roster stare too. They’ve been around long enough to recognize Fang Shijing’s collection of pro-level accounts. As a Free Player, the only way he can practice the team’s classes is if he has backup avatars of his own. And this particular backup account is Fang Shijing’s Warlock.

A burst of laughter escapes Wei Chen even as his heart gallops against his chest. This is it, this is the moment when everything changes. Fuck, Wei Chen really hopes he isn’t about to fuck this up.

“Heat Seeker.” Fang Shijing speaks the words one syllable at a time, like he’s tasting them on his tongue. His eye flick over at Yu Wenzhou. “You think it would fit him?”

He leans back in his seat and gives his best shit-eating grin. He doubts it fools Fang Shijing, who has always been able to tell when he’s scared out of his mind.

The last time he was in this position, he got beat so badly he slipped out the back door without even a word of goodbye. Maybe if he wasn’t such a raging dickbag, he could bring himself to go through it again, to move through the motions that doomed him last time. But the thought of reliving those moments makes nausea claw up his throat. Even if he could stomach it, the part of his brain that has always belonged to Blue Rain screams at him that it wouldn’t be right. Would Yu Wenzhou’s victory still be a victory if Wei Chen walked into it willingly? Or would it merely be a farce?

Admittedly, Wei Chen doesn’t actually know what Yu Wenzhou would choose. Their relationship is still new, still healing from old wounds. Most of their recent visits have been spent tiptoeing around each other while Huang Shaotian pouts at them in the background. But even so, Wei Chen is pretty confident that Yu Wenzhou would hate the thought of a victory that wasn’t real. A pale shadow of what could have been.

The only option to try something completely different, and hope for the best.

“Card’s not for him,” Wei Chen says. “It’s for me.” And with that, he reaches into his jacket pocket and takes out Swoksaar.

And fuck it, he’s always been a bit of a showman. Being an asshole is part of his charm. Slowly, deliberately, he reaches out with Swoksaar’s card, past his own monitor and towards Yu Wenzhou.

The murmuring from the trainees and players swells to a fever pitch. Huang Shaotian’s sputtered noises of disbelief cut through the noise.

Wei Chen bites down on the fond smile trying to break free. That brat is in for the shock of his life and Wei Chen plans to enjoy every moment. He doesn’t know what comes next, but he’s been given a clean slate and he’d be an idiot to pass this opportunity by.

Leaning back in his chair, he wiggles the card between his fingers. “What do you think, Yu Wenzhou. Wanna try Swoksaar?”

#WritersMonth2022 #the king's avatar #tka fanfic #wei chen #yu wenzhou #lynne writes fic #i've been looking forward to todays prompt ever since i got the idea #have i mentioned my goal for this month is to be ridiculously self indulgent

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vanillabeenflower · 11 months

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Lynn Slate Stimboard

~self-indulgent OC stimboard~

center art belongs to me

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mxanigel · 1 year

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WIP Wednesday

Thank you for the tags @anderstrevelyan and @poetikat <3 <3 <3

No pressure tagging @spindleweedss @mxkelsifer @islanddryad @sheplaysrpgs @agaycabbage @cassandra-pentughasst @deedeemactir @ltcmdrashleywilliams @druckkugelschreiber and anyone else who'd like to share writing snippets/art updates from their WIPs! Never hesitate to tag me so I'm sure to catch your posts~ ^_^

Today's snippet comes from the self-indulgent conclusion to Lynn Shepard's Citadel DLC fic in which she and Garrus create memories together that belong to them alone.

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Garrus fidgets as he awaits Lynn’s arrival at the Dark Star Lounge bar. This first date do-over was his idea, something he proposed en route to the Citadel for shore leave. Sure, he arranged their shooting competition on top of the Presidium, but that wasn’t a proper date according to human customs given the guns and still-apparent damage from the attempted Cerberus coup. He wants something more romantic, something that might sweep Lynn off her feet, make her feel as special as he believes her to be.

His idea, yet he’s inexplicably nervous. He watched a lot of vids. Talked to some humans about what ‘dating’ entails, though Joker and Vega weren’t particularly helpful. Even practiced with EDI. But what if he does something wrong? Commander Shepard is a well-known figure; if he embarrasses her—

A flash of white out the corner of his eye reveals Lynn’s entrance. Spirits, she’s beautiful. That suit accentuates her curves in all the right places, an appeal magnified because she’s comfortable in it: head held high, shoulders squared, a smile playing on her lips, almost no evidence in her gait of her recent injuries. She scans the room until their eyes meet; her faint smile transforms into what he’s learned is a mischievous grin. She confidently approaches him, barely dodging a female turian whose presence he hadn’t noticed until just now, someone who would’ve readily caught his attention before he fell in love with the most incredible human in the galaxy.

“Hello, stranger. Come here often?” Lynn asks, her tone playful.

#WIP Wednesday #fic: Shore leave? In this economy?#Lynn Shepard #Garrus Vakarian #Shakarian

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bigskydreaming · 1 year

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For no particular reason (okay I was musing on the Bobby Drake & Kyle Rayner parallels again) I’ve been going through my head thinking of other Marvel & DC characters who could make for interesting team-ups due to parallels and common ground.

Dick Grayson and Kate Pryde - perfectionist child prodigies constantly struggling against burn out due to how long they’ve been embedded in the superhero life, weighed down by the expectations of others, and pushing back against how others perceive them due to their desire to shape themselves according to their own self-perceptions.

Starfire and Monet - complicated (to say the least) family entanglements, supervillain sibling who simultaneously is the cause of some of their greatest trauma but also claims to hate them for what they perceive as harm done to them, often seen as stoic, cryptic and/or aloof due to how they carry themselves, refuse to be shamed for what others describe as overly aggressive or violent tendencies.

Garth and Rictor - elementals with extremely dysfunctional relationships with their surrogate father figures, Arthur & Cable, who they both respect and resent for opportunities and skills they’ve given them as well as the costs they paid in the process, both distinguishing themselves and stepping away/out of their respective mentors’ shadows by delving into the magic traditions that overlap with their base powersets and finding a new and stronger sense of identity in the process.

Joey Wilson and Rogue - both children of supervillains whose upbringing reflects and was greatly impacted by their parents’ ideologies and villain status, who have frequently struggled with their conflicting feelings about their parents, face mistrust from other heroes due to said connections and/or reluctant feelings of attachment to them, both have powers that additionally garner mistrust from even close allies and that they at times resent, as well as both dealing with issues of identity and self-worth that stem from the possessive and/or appropriative nature of their powers.

Currently musing on the parallels between Grant Emerson (Damage) and Tabitha Smith (Boom-Boom), Wanda & Pietro and Jenny-Lynn Hayden (Jade) & Todd Rice (Obsidian), and Raven and Illyana, among others.

And of course, the duo of beloved faves who sparked all this, Bobby Drake and Kyle Rayner:

Both extremely overpowered and hyper-conscious of this, often falling back on deliberately immature or frat boy-esque behavior in attempts to stay approachable and feel grounded despite their awareness of the almost god-like levels of their power and perspectives. Dreamers and artists whose greater preference is to use their powers to indulge their creativity but who ultimately just have to find ways to use their superheroics as an outlet for said creativity as their focus and commitment to said superheroics consumes most of their lives and they have little time left over for anything else.

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