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throughtrialbyfire · 1 month

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20 Questions for Writers

thank you so much to @wispstalk and @dirty-bosmer for tagging me!! <3

gonna tag @mareenavee @changelingsandothernonsense @thequeenofthewinter @skyrim-forever @trickstarbrave @oblivions-dawn @orfeoarte @gilgamish @totally-not-deacon @archangelsunited !! no pressure as always, and if i havent tagged you and you wanna do this, go ahead and say that i did, i'm tagging you in my mind <33

answering under the read more!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

five atm! but i'm planning on splitting my one-shot-as-chapters fic into individual fics. i think i'll have around 11, then, if i don't take out some.

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

99,173

3. What fandoms do you write for?

TES and CoD Zombies! though i don't write a lot for CoD Zombies, just when i get in a certain mood for it here and there. old special interest wont grant me a moments peace lmao

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

i only have five uploaded, but i'll put them here!

1. An Inner Sanctity - 41 2. If By Sun and Moon I Swore - 38 3. Cycle of the Serpent - 23 4. The Mark You Left - 15 5. Portraits Under Forgotten Suns - 2 (this is the one i'm gonna split up into their own fics :3)

5. Do you respond to comments?

yes!! i even carry on convos in the comments sometimes for the hell of it, i love interacting with ppl <33333333

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

i think the one-shot for the prompts "forgotten/devotion" for tesfest '23 about the shipwreck of the brinehammer, since the main character dies lmao

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

the one for the prompt "in bloom" from tesfest '23!! it was just a little fluff fic for my ocs athenath and ja'dato <3

8. Do you get hate on fics?

luckily no, the spaces i've found myself in these days are really positive :3 especially compared to when i wrote on FF.net in like 2009

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

none of it is published, but i do sometimes! it's a good way to flex my muscles (haha) in blending thought and action, balancing descriptors (how vivid is Too Much), and seeing how certain characters interact with each other in a vulnerable state. maybe i'll post some someday, idk. mostly i just do it for funsies, so idk what kind you'd classify any of mine.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

i havent in many years, so no, but that could chance if the mood strikes me

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

nope, but when i was writing for a different fandom in high school, my writing for a particular character wound up on ppls RP accounts as their versions backstory, as well.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

no, but if anyone wants to translate my fics, feel free!! just give me a heads-up!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic?

yep, on my old ao3, a good friend and i turned an RP into a fic! i enjoyed it immensely bc we wrote really well together!

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

idk, i just groove where the dynamics take me <3

15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

i hate to say it, but An Inner Sanctity needs a major overhaul that i don't have the energy for right now. when i started writing that fic, i didn't have a solid grasp on athenath's personality. now that i do, i'm gonna need to rewrite all the chapters i've had ready for it, and pivot the direction of the fic to get it where i wanted it to wind up eventually. i really do want to finish it, though.

16. What are your writing strengths?

i get a lot of compliments on my imagery/descriptions/atmosphere! i love describing shit, so i'm glad ppl enjoy reading those bits of my work <3 oh!! and character/narrative details. i wrote a ~180k word fic in my senior year of high school solely off my mental notes for it, and it still wasnt finished when i dropped it a year or so later due to Circumstances

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

biting off WAAAAAAAY more than i can chew!! i have so, so many things planned for CotS and who knows if those things will get picked up on by folks or even work later down the line. GAHH

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

if you can realistically do it, go for it. if i could fluently speak all the languages i've tried to teach myself, i'd probably include them in fics where they would fit!

19. First fandom you wrote for?

naruto, i was writing naruto fics on a defunct dress-up site when i was a kid AHAH.

20. Favorite fic you've written?

Cycle of the Serpent. theres seldom a time i'm not thinking about those elves. yes, i will admit with my whole chest that i'm a tad desperate for people to read it and interact with it, but i think if i could explain everything (without spoiling it obviously) i have planned for this fic and just how much is going on in the background of the details i throw in, the reasons certain characters behave the way they do, and the amount of time i've spent working on it (the doc for it is at roughly ~96k and we're not even at the Real beginning of the solitude arc) and the sheer amount of hours i've spent making sure details line up, you'd understand why i'm losing all my sanity daniel-amnesia-the-dark-descent style over this story. i started writing it as a for fun "no one's ever gonna see this" exercise that also helped me greatly in recovering from long covid brainfog, and i think even if one day i look back and think of it as "not the best thing i've ever written", it'll still be one of the most passion-driven things i've ever written, and i'm happy about that. <3

woof, what a ramble. if you made it to the end of this, thank you, and i hope you're having a good day!!

#bishop.txt #tag games

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tagedeszorns · 9 months

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Pre-Heresy Ahzek Ahriman.

For a long time I didn't really have the Thousand Sons in my focus of interest. On the one hand, because they remain quite pale in the Heresy books for the most part and I still have difficulties in assessing the power level of such focused psykers. Which makes them pretty much wild cards. I can't imagine that someone who can bend reality to create unquenchable fire or cook bodies in armour or completely destroy minds can be stopped by any "normal" warrior, no matter how good they are (I'll spare the joke about finding little mind to destroy with Lucius, though. Sorry, dearest Blorbo!). But the fact that it does happen (and quite possibly without the constant presence of Nul-Maidens) doesn't make the limitations of these abilities any more tangible to me, only more frustrating. The artificial limitations just feel to me like something that comes from the rules of the game rather than, say, the logic of the setting. So it's complicated, with me and the sorcerers.

And secondly, there are the most vocal fans of this Legion and especially its Primarch, which put me off a bit. Some of them are so vehement in their "Magnus never did anything wrong!" and in their very particular idea of the Legion that I didn't feel I could really dive in and make my own picture of the Thousand Sons.

On top of that, I don't really like the other poster boy of 40k Thousand Sons (yes, yes, I know, not anymore), Iskender Khayon. He's okay, but that's it for me. He's a pretty standard Dembski Bowden character and probably why he's only interesting to me as a vehicle for the Black Legion story. So again, no point of connection for the Fifteenth and its tragedy for me.

But now I'm lucky enough to be able to play with two very good Thousand Sons fans on my Fabius RP blog. Both have shown me independently that there is a lot of potential.

Which is why I looked for a reading order on the net and started following the 40k story of the Thousand Sons sorcerer I'm most interested in: the old Terran Ahzek Ahriman.

And, all I can say is: snagged by the monkeybrain from the first line! Chapeau, John French! I haven't read such a gripping 40k story since the Fabius novels. Books that you read late into the night "just one more chapter".

I'm still in the first of the three novels but already very, very enraptured.

Chaos is just my thing because Chaos Marines get to do a lot more than Loyalists. They're allowed to doubt, to falter, to dither and to fail. They are allowed to be small-minded and to be wrong in a big way. They can be mean. Petty. Bitchy. Very, very whiny. In other words: human. Exciting. Comprehensible.

I can imagine that writers with the right mindset (again, I'm crying hard after Josh Reynolds) find writing Chaos Marines a huge amount of fun and a release.

And as a reader, I notice that and enjoy it very much.

Of course, I also like books with Imperials. But it does seem to me that the Chaos books are more tailored to me and my tastes. More drama, more emotion, more pathos, more irony and sarcasm.

So here I am: having fun with Ahzek Ahriman.

Once again I follow the path of an outcast from his legion who feels the whole world is against him (he's right) and who, on the one hand, is plagued by doubts, on the other firmly convinced that he is doing the right thing and is on the right side.

Somehow I have it with the arrogant, self-righteous stubborn guys that nobody likes. No idea why.

It can't be me.

#warhammer #Thousand Sons #Chaos Space Marines #Chibi #Ahzek Ahriman #warhammer40k

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bees-whump-blog · 1 day

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@chrumblr-whumblr day five! Better late than never ig? The prompt was "forced to obey".

Fandom: Chrumblr RP

AU where Arrio is with the whump AU gang. AU-ception.

Arrio dodged as Peter rushed at him, barely making it out of the way before he could land a punch.

“Peter, snap out of it!” Arrio yelled, backing up to put space between them.

They were in fairly small room, windowless and completely made of cement, with one locked (he had checked) electric door and a camera in the top of each corner. Normally he would have taken out the cameras out with his fire, but he currently had more pressing matters. One in particular, that he needed to deal with.

“Peter, stop! It's me!” he exclaimed. “Not that I expect that to change anything," he added under his breath.

Peter glared at Arrio as he bore down on him, ducking under his extended elbow and throwing a leg out, knocking Arrio's feet out from under him.

Arrio rolled to the side before he could be pinned down, jumping back up to his feet and breathing heavily.

If Peter had been any normal person with fighting skills, they might have been evenly matched. But even without his webshooters, as he was now, he still had enhanced speed and strength. That, plus the fact that Arrio wanted to avoid injuring him if he could, and that Peter, in his current state, had no such qualms, Arrio wasn't quite sure how he was managing to hold his own. Or how much longer he could keep it up, for that matter.

“Peter, knock it off! Come on, I know you find my face punchable even under normal circumstances, but you need to stop! You can't let them control you! You're stronger than that!"

Peter didn't respond, just like he hadn't since he'd entered the room. His lack of snarky comments had been what tipped Arrio off to something being wrong even before Peter resorted to violence. The lack of verbal assault was almost more concerning than the physical attack.

Peter darted forward, pinning Arrio against the back wall, and Arrio kicked him in the stomach as old instincts kicked in, knowing he couldn't take much more of this.

He really wished they wouldn't.

Peter made a grab for Arrio's throat, but before he could make contact, Arrio took Peter's wrist in his hand and bit. His teeth sank into Peter's hand and his opponent yelped, making his first sound since he'd entered the room, as the disgusting taste of blood filled Arrio's mouth, almost making him gag.

Peter smashed his other fist against the side of Arrio's head, but he only bit down harder, scratching at Peter's face and neck and any other exposed skin he could get his hands on as he was hit again and again.

Peter quickly seemed to realize that his current tactic wasn't working, and instead grabbed a handful of Arrio's hair, slamming his head back against the wall. Arrio locked his jaw against the exploding pain as his brain rattled and the room started spinning. But as his head connected with the cement again and again, he let go, falling limp. But Peter wasn't done yet. He continued the motion, over and over, as Arrio choked out a strangled cry of pain.

"Peter," he begged, voice raspy and broken.

Peter still didn't give any sign that he'd heard him, but without warning, he let go, allowing Arrio to fall to the floor, dazed and in pain, unmoving. Then Peter stood up and walked to the opposite corner, where he promptly crumpled to the floor like a puppet whose strings had been cut.

The door opened, and the two men who'd brought him to the room walked in, grinning from ear to ear.

“Oh, excellent performance, you two!” one exclaimed with a little clap. “That last bit where you panicked and went feral? Absolutely wonderful! I don't know why we didn't do this sooner!”

“What did you do to him?” Arrio growled, watching Peter's limp form out of the corner of his eye, and the second man shook his head sadly. “I think next time we might have to use him instead of his friend. Looks like he still hasn't learned his lesson.”

The first man nodded in agreement.

“I'm afraid so. He needs to see how lucky he was to be on the receiving end. So ungrateful.” He rolled his sleeves up, stepping forward. “Oh well. Time to get him back to the others. I'm sure they're worried.”

The two walked up and picked Arrio up by his arms, dragging him out the door and through the halls, and aside from a pitiful attempt to shove them off at first, he didn't fight. He allowed himself to be brought back to the room that held the others as the world spun, not even attempting to get his legs under him. Even if he could, he doubted they'd hold his weight once the men let go.

They brought him back to the room and dragged him to the back corner before releasing him, and he collapsed with a grunt. Then they left, leaving him alone with the others.

"Arrio!" Nia gasped, as she and Dick appeared at his side, Raoul just behind them.

He tried to speak, but the words came out all jumbled together.

"Easy, kid, it's okay. Take your time."

"They got Peter," he slurred, careful to make his words more intelligible. "They got Peter."

Raoul's eyes widened as Dick gently helped Arrio sit up. He pulled his knees up to his chest as the room spun, and he leaned heavily against Dick to keep from falling over again. Dick wrapped an arm around his shoulders, careful not to hurt him any more than he already was.

"Where is he? And what did they do to you?" he asked, his gentle tone not hiding the horror in his voice.

"It wasn't them." Then he shook his head, but immediately stopped when the murderous pain made him regret it. "I mean, it was. But they made Peter. They made us fight. They were controlling him. And they didn't need wires." He hugged himself, and Dick squeezed his shoulders tighter as he shuddered. "He wasn't Peter. It was like he wasn't even in there." He buried his face in his arms, knowing he was acting like a little kid and not caring.

Dick winced.

"We'll get him back, Arrio. We'll find a way."

Arrio didn't respond, just leaned against him even more. Dick turned toward him a little and put a careful hand to his face, lifting it to get a better view.

"You bite your tongue?" he asked, seeing the blood crusted around the edges of Arrio's mouth.

"No, I- I bit him. He had me pinned and I didn't know what to do, he's faster and stronger and my instincts just kind of- took over." His voice wavered, and his eyes burned as he held back tears.

"Hey, it's okay."

"I- I was scared. I've fought Peter more than once and I've never been scared of him. But realizing that he wasn't holding back, it- I don't know, I didn't know what to do. He could have killed me. I couldn't stop him."

Dick didn't know what to do except wrap his other arm around Arrio as well, drawing him into a firm hug. He wasn't sure what he expected, but he was almost surprised when Arrio not only didn't protest, but leaned into him completely.

"I'm sorry," Dick said quietly. "I'm so sorry."

Nia moved to sit on Arrio's other side and wormed her way under his arm, and she thought she heard a watery laugh from him, but it just as easily could have been a sob. Raoul sat next to Dick, putting a hand on his shoulder, and the group stayed like that for a while, until they heard a noise outside the room. They all stiffened as the heavy door swung open, and there stood the three men, and... Peter.

"Aww, isn't this an adorable scene! Enjoy your little reunion, everyone!" one of them exclaimed cheerfully, before pushing Peter inside and closing the door.

Arrio immediately shrugged Dick's arms off of him and shoved himself to his feet, using Dick's shoulder as support as his head screamed murder and the ground swayed beneath him. He tried to raise his fists, but had to put one back on Dick to steady himself.

"Arrio," Dick warned quietly, but Arrio wasn't sure even he knew what he was warning against.

But Peter just raised his hands slightly, and Arrio could see that they were shaking.

"It- it's just me this time. They- They're not- y'know. I swear. It's just me."

Arrio wasn't sure what to do, but Nia slowly got up and walked over to Peter, wrapping him in a hug. He froze for a moment before returning the gesture, sagging a bit before Nia pulled away and took his hand, leading him to the back wall. The middle, not the corner Dick and Arrio were in. Arrio was grateful.

Dick softly took Arrio's wrist and pulled him back down to the floor, and he didn't resist. He sank back down to the floor beside him, but didn't relax, even when Dick put his arm back around him.

"Hey. It's okay," Dick breathed to him, so lightly the others wouldn't be able to hear, and Arrio realized he was shaking.

"Sorry," he muttered.

"... Arrio?" Peter said softly, and Arrio tensed even more. "I- I'm sorry. I couldn't stop. I should have been able to, but I couldn't, and that's my fault, and I- I'm so sorry." He was crying now, and a lump grew in Arrio's throat as he listened. "I'm so sorry."

Arrio steeled himself. He wasn't Peter's biggest fan, but he also had to tell the truth. It wouldn't be fair to him to stay angry.

"... It's not your fault, Peter. You couldn't stop it. And it's not because you're weak, or a failure, it's because they're psychopathic control freaks hell-bent on making us suffer, and they've perfected the ways to do it. And that's not on you. It's on them, and only them. Okay?"

Peter just sniffed for a moment, apparently in shock, but eventually he nodded.

"Okay," he whispered. "Okay. I just- I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry."

Arrio swallowed the lump in his throat and almost nodded as well, before realizing that probably wouldn't go over well with his head injury.

"I know. Me too." He hugged himself again, hating how the taste of iron lingered in his mouth. "... How's your hand?"

"... It's fine. Nothing I don't deserve."

"Peter."

"Right. Sorry. It hurts, but I'll live.”

“... Sorry about that,” Arrio said. “I mean, not that I did it. But that I had to. That… I don't know, it must have sucked.”

He was surprised to hear Peter laugh.

“Yeah. Yeah, it did suck. Probably equally for both of us though, all things considered.”

“Yeah, fair enough,” Arrio agreed with a wry smile. “So… no hard feelings?”

He couldn't see Peter, but he could hear the smile on his face when he spoke.

“Yeah. We're good.”

#bea writes #chrumblr whumblr 2024

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skell3 · 6 months

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Jan Kilbride Fairchild musings

Because I've been writing him more lately and wanted to put this down somewhere. These are just personal headcanons for RP stuff, really.

• Jan grew up with parents who didn't really plan or want a child, so they provided only the 'necessary'; no need for birthday parties or Christmas, with the 'You already have toys, buy whatever else you want with your allowance'

• While quite smart, his is Very Blond and can be dense about feelings and emotional stuff (mostly directed at him/his own). If someone's crushing on him, they're going to have to tell him directly or show him how they feel.

• Smart, and by secondary school he realized how his parents were compared to those of the others at school. He compromised with some things, enjoying friend's birthdays and wishing happy holidays to people but never got into participating. To the point that, as an adult, he just took on the holiday hours and spent any vacation time at his home.

• As he got older, some of the most simple of affections had drawn him in. He's got some questionable exes that not only taught him some life lessons, but he would rather not talk about them. His first love is space, after all, so he can move on and hope for something better.

• In this AU, he became an avatar of the Vast and eventually was tucked into the Fairchild fold by Simon. His particulars have to do with gravity and space, with fears like falling/floating into the sky and not having anything close enough to grab on to. He also could instill the feeling of insignificance to the universe at how small and not even a breath to the things out there so much larger than them. He's still a baby avatar and learning what he can do, what works best for him, and how to bend his version of Sky Blue- The Void- to suit his needs.

• Growing up with an interest in science, it was a primary school teacher that got him into space. Since then, his allowance has gone into books, magazines and even his first little telescope. He did get a bunch of glow in the dark stars to stick on his ceiling but his parents refused to allow him to do that, so he stuck them to his school things and had them until they fell off.

• Jan would make a great housewife, keeping things clean and tidy and also a decent cook. It helped up on the Daedalus and would be perfect for having roommates (Maybe Manuela and Carter). He's chatty, however, and a bouncing golden retriever of a man who also cries pretty easily, so someone would probably need to help care for him emotionally.

• After the events of the Daedalus, Jan has hearing aids for both ears and a difficulty walking at times. Like he can never quite get used to normal gravity anymore, even as he can control his own. When he's super 'hungry' and hadn't taken on enough fear, he feels heavy and can't move as easily. It started a little before he became an avatar, but intensified after and he has to watch where he's going.

• Without his hearing aids in, Jans brain fills in the sound void with the sound of the Titan. Though it's just a memory of the noise, the Titan essentially sings him to sleep or comforts him when he has to have his hearing aids out for loud things or when it rains.

• Along with the gravity issue, he gets lost in staring up at the stars a little too easily. Sometimes he can be found somewhere up high just stargazing and totally not paying attention at all to his surroundings. This has gotten him in trouble a few times, but others he's had Mike Crew or Manuela to hang out with him and enjoy them too.

Space man. Man space man. Vastard Jan my baby boy. Gertrude did not get her hands on this one, nor should she ever. She might find it difficult to because he keeps close company with a lot of people who would protect him.

#jan Kilbride #jan fairchild #tma #tma fan content #roleplay musings #the magnus archives fanwork #tma multiverse

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phoenix-flamed · 2 months

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Meet The Mun!

ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘɪᴄᴋ ᴜᴘ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛ ᴍᴜꜱᴇ(ꜱ) ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ?

Well... To be honest, I don't entirely know. I decided to play the XVI demo when it came out, and at first I was like, "oh no he's hot but he's so dead" when Elwin first showed up. But as soon as the throne room scene started, and he told Clive, "Alright, you can stop licking my boots. Your mother isn't here," I had this intense feeling of, "I need to RP as him." The inspiration just... struck me so unbelievably hard, and I haven't had that happen since like, 2014? Somewhere around there? So I made this blog, the same day, and now here we are!

ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ?

Hmm. There are a few subjects that I absolutely won't write, like sexual abuse, CSA, and relations between adults and minors. (Which is one of many reasons why I'm still glaring daggers at XVI's Ultimania book for their listed ages of characters like Anabella and Hanna.) As a general rule of thumb, if it's an intense subject other than those listed above, I'd like to talk and plan it out first, so that all parties are okay with it and no one gets shocking/dark content sprung on them unexpectedly.

ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ?

Heeheehee. Horror, actually -- most specifically, psychological horror. The last fandom before this one that I was hardcore devoted to was for Amnesia: A Machine for Pigs. As much as I love angst, fluff, drama, silliness, adventure, fighting(although I am super, super rusty with this one), etc., horror is the sort of dark content that I love. Give me brutality and torture, give me gore, give me body horror, give me psychological terror. Give me the fucked up and the disturbing, and you'll have me doing the M. Bison "Yes! YES!" thing.

ʜᴏᴡ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴜᴘ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴꜱ?

Inspiration, mostly. I try and twist ideas around so that they're at least vaguely plausible in canon, but really it's a matter of inspiration -- if an idea jumps out at me and really resonates with me regarding my muse, then it gets mulled over until it's fleshed out enough to be written as a headcanon.

ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ɪɴ ꜱɪʟᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴏʀ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘʟᴀʏ ᴍᴜꜱɪᴄ?

Definitely play music. To be honest, I listen to music most of the time as it is, when I'm not talking with people. (And even then, sometimes when I'm on vc, I have music playing very quietly in the background.) It's not an inspiration thing, or anything like that; it's just that music is what keeps me focused. Grounded, I guess, so that my brain doesn't float away and get distracted by 100 different things while running in another 100 different directions all at the same time. It acts as a sort of tether to keep me on track!

ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘʟᴀɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʀᴇᴘʟɪᴇꜱ ᴏʀ ᴡɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇᴍ?

It depends. Sometimes, inspiration smacks me upside the head with a brick for writing a particular reply. Other times, I have bits and pieces of ideas for various parts of the reply, but I have to sit with it for a while and map it out in my head first, if that makes sense? Then I can actually physically write it out, reread it over and over, and make adjustments as necessary. But much of that is also because I have the awful tendency to overthink constantly...

ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ꜱʜɪᴘᴘɪɴɢ?

Yes! As long as there's chemistry between the two muses, definitely. My favorite thing is when characters grow closer over time, and love grows that way -- but I'm not at all opposed to jumping head-first into the deep end if the chemistry is good enough and the muses just... naturally click.

ᴡʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀʟɪᴀꜱ/ɴᴀᴍᴇ?

Vonny! (Thanks, Von Leon, for inspiring my nickname, you depressed sadsack.)

ᴀɢᴇ?

34, going on 35!

ʙɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ?

June 29th. :D

ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ(ꜱ)?

Burgundy, various shades of blue, lavender!

ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ꜱᴏɴɢ(ꜱ)?

I'm predictable; I listen to mostly video game soundtracks, especially Final Fantasy ones. I also really love Miracle of Sound and Aviators, with an actual example of a favorite-favorite song being Aviator's "Blood and Snow". There's also so many others... But we'll be here all night if I name off all of my favorite songs.

ʟᴀꜱᴛ ᴍᴏᴠɪᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜᴇᴅ?

I started watching the remake of "All Quiet On The Western Front", ... but then got distracted. I should finish it...

ʟᴀꜱᴛ ꜱʜᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜᴇᴅ?

Uh. Well, technically, the last show I watched was the first episode of The Last Czars... Yet another thing I meant to watch more of, but got distracted. Aside from that, I've been watching a bunch of Jack Patillo and Matt Bragg streams, if those count?

ʟᴀꜱᴛ ꜱᴏɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪꜱᴛᴇɴᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ?

Miracle of Sound feat. Aviators, "Let There Be Fire"!

ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ꜰᴏᴏᴅ?

I ... don't actually know. Pepperoni pizza, I suppose?

ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ꜱᴇᴀꜱᴏɴ?

It used to be winter because of snow, but now it's summer or fall. I like summer because of the sunshine and hotter temperatures, but hate the storms that come with it. I like fall because while it's cooler, there are significantly less storms... (Can you tell I'm terrified of storms?)

ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ᴛᴜᴍʙʟʀ ʙᴇꜱᴛ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ?

There are a few! In addition to one of my RL partners, I won't name any names but some of these friends have also been there for me through some serious bullshit. I'm eternally grateful to have met all of them -- and to have them in my life. I just hope they know who they are, if they see this!

Tagged By: @origami-assassin and @lastflowerpetal -- thank you both!!

Tagging: Everyone who sees this and hasn't already done it! Consider yourself tagged!!!

#Out of the Flames #Thank you two again for the tags! :D This was fun to fill out!

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dreamingofmuses · 4 months

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New Year's Resolutions: RP Edition

Howdy all, Ash here. I've been having a think while with family this week, and I've decided I'm going to implement some new 'resolutions' to try and help make writing in 2024 be way more successful than in 2023. This will include things from the running of blogs to jobs I really want to get finished. I'm putting them under a read-more to keep the dash nice and clean.

I will say, this has taken me an hour to write up, and I'd recommend you doing likewise if you think there's little ways you want to improve.

Overall Running of Blogs

I'm going to experiment a new approach to running the blogs. For this, I'm going to put all active blogs to low-medium activity. In other words, even if I am personally lurking on mobile, I won't be constantly writing things if I'm not able to. (Work is just about to get super busy and I'm anticipating chaos)

A queue/schedule function will be used for all blogs. I intend to dedicate one weekday evening to working without interruption on replies. Taking commutes to the city and family visits into account, this is looking to be a Thursday, which is the only day I am neither travelling to the city nor have a guaranteed family visit. Of course, this may fluctuate, but that's what I'm hoping to work with, assuming those things stay as they are.

However! What all this means is that I am going to tentatively take skullandbowties off hiatus. With that blog being quiet, it should be possible to juggle it better now. Plus, it's officially off-season so the demand for him from new blogs ought to be low. I'm very smart :D

I also plan to update all pinned posts. I am aware some of them are marking a vacation from months ago.

Individual Blog Maintenance

Create "New Here?" posts to add to the pinned posts/info tags. This is going to be a very quick crash course on what to expect from the blog, especially where some characters might diverge from fanon expectations.

FINISH. WILF'S. BIO. It's not actually relevant to anything being written on the blog itself at present, but I really want to flesh out his character and show that he was stuck in stories for years, decades even! The doc has the word count to 4,888 at this precise moment. This is a mix of summary and brainstorm. Since it's getting a 'little' out of hand, I intend to have a 'tldr' at the start that people can read, and then longer versions if they're curious to get the full story. Maybe even have it that they can jump to particular parts but... I'll cross that bridge when I get to it.

Likewise, Noah's version of Space needs to be finished. This one is going to be a summary, but it's a case of making sure the pieces are in place sufficiently to have parts match canon Space, but also make it clear that there is a lot of differences between canon and what he went through, with his plot entirely spiralling away for 'Part 2'. This is at 5,794 words, and the ending has yet to be ironed out...

(I am going to stop creating needlessly long-winded projects for myself that realistically add nothing of value to my blogs. These two projects are exhausting...)

Theauthorlives is returning to a very small multimuse. Any muses that aren't ones I genuinely enjoy writing are being fully archived, unless they are muses that get no traction but I want to keep the possibility open. Details of that will be shared when I do this.

Redo some muse icons (not all of them!). Though the selection I have for particular sets is a lot, I still feel like I'm missing some expressions or poses. I would like to remake one batch of icons for three characters, and finish iconning a third. Replies seem to be shifting toward iconless, but I like them for asks or IC commentaries.

OOC/Mun Related stuff

Following matters that have happened both online and IRL, I've decided to take a step back from actively engaging with people. My focus will be people that I have been in good communication with for the last twelve months (as well as people I don't talk to frequently but am on friendly terms with) rather than people I feel I have to 'chase' after. Saying that, I'm going to try and not let past experiences meddle with anything in with new writing partners - whether these are brand new to the community or people I've not had the chance to properly interact with prior to this. Just be aware that I might not be super outgoing at first. (This is where setting limits and boundaries is good practice, everyone! Don't sell yourself short, and don't spread yourself out too thinly!)

Which is where I now say I want to send even more asks! Not just memes or sentence starters, but general questions about headcanons or muse opinions. I want to get people thinking more.

My stance on Discord still stands, in that it's solely for OOC stuff, but I'm not giving it out to everyone. However, I have been in two group servers that have little-to-no connection with writing rp threads in them. I would hope that I can fully regain my sense of comfort using Discord as a whole.

Art related

Despite socially stepping back, I still want to keep some semblance of 'community' where my blogs are active so people don't feel isolated. For instance, I want to do something that encourages invasions of ask boxes. That was good fun to watch as the chaos began to spread, and when people are good-humoured to go along with my silly ideas.

I want to have one huge art-related event at some point this year. I'm not entirely what or how to do it, but I think it would be a great excuse to practice something. Portraits, comics, something like that. I'll have a think. (For those who remember, the water gun event was supposed to have an art conclusion but plans for that fell through.)

I want to try and upload drawn responses to heythereneighbor once a week if I can. Obviously, this is depending on how busy it is.

I'd also like to try doodling more on other blogs? But I'm not sure if this is even something people want to see anymore. People might prefer I focus on writing if I have free time instead of doodles or little comics.

... the writing blog. I need to do stuff with that in general. Whoops.

Finally, I want to do what I can to the best of my abilities on a particular day. I've always told people over the years that real life comes before rp, and I still stand by that. Whether I'm around or not every day isn't the end of the world. The communities I write in are a lot slower paced than they were when I started, which is great! I need to remind myself that I don't need to be writing just because I have a bit of free time.

#(but some of these won't be starting this week because my work week is a little jumbled up)#(one tldr is that I intend to have one day a week for writing that should hopefully be a Thursday #but not Thursday of this week because I'm commuting to work and have personal stuff on as well)#(aaaand now I sleep. Have to catch a bus in the morning.)

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lifesver · 5 months

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𝘒𝘕𝘖𝘞𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘠𝘖𝘜𝘙 𝘗𝘈𝘙𝘛𝘕𝘌𝘙 𝘞𝘌𝘓𝘓 𝘊𝘈𝘕 𝘗𝘖𝘛𝘌𝘕𝘛𝘐𝘈𝘓𝘓𝘠 𝘔𝘈𝘒𝘌 𝘞𝘙𝘐𝘛𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘛𝘖𝘎𝘌𝘛𝘏𝘌𝘙 𝘈 𝘓𝘖𝘛 𝘌𝘈𝘚𝘐𝘌𝘙.

NAME : kels

PRONOUNS : she/they/he

PREFERENCE OF COMMUNICATION : ims on here are fine, im kind of bad at discord until i know people better, but i prefer to talk to my pals on discord obvi

NAME OF MUSE(S) : leland mckinney, tommy jarvis, jake park are most recent. but we were also out here for a long while w richie tozier and five hargreeves.

EXPERIENCE / HOW LONG ( MONTHS / YEARS? ) : oh god uh........... it really goes back to something like 2013? like i started in oc rp groups on and off mostly, i think i didn't get into actual tumblr rpc until maybe 2018? and w leland well we have been out here since last may agjsdk

BEST EXPERIENCE : honestly like... as much as i sometimes still get embarrassed trying to explain [scare chord] Tumblr Roleplay to people outside of this particular circle, it's been such a large part of my enjoyment online for years and years. i've met some really close friends here, i've done some of my best writing here. and a lot of it is just the ability to bounce off my friends and their huge brain ideas. collaborative writing, to me, is just so much more fun than doing it alone. i really like taking one character and getting just way too deep into who they are, i like learning and picking things up from the variety of other writers on here. improving my writing from reading what my super talented friends do... and in particular this last year has been probably??? one of my most positive rpc experiences in a long while. having people jump into the tcsm rpc, making new friends, and putting together just completely off the shits wild aus and whatever. idk! my creative brain loves to go stupid mode in the paint. and besties we have written some good fucking horror narrative on this stupid website.

and also i'm cringe and i'm free (:

RP PET PEEVES / DEALBREAKERS : i'm kind of just chilling like i really am very much non-confrontational in this space because it's... for fun. it's just imaginary internet collaborative writing hobby. mainly i just don't need passive aggression of any kind. i believe that you kind of get back what you put in on this kind of space, so make it comfortable for yourself, be kind to others, and understanding as often as you can be. if people aren't hurting anyone, let them vibe in their own space. not everyone has endless time anymore for rp, so don't make it weird or take it personally when people take time to get back to you about plots, or if they never get time. soft and hardblock as you need to to make your space chill for You it's just never that deep

MUSE PREFERENCES FLUFF, ANGST OR SMUT : we like a bit of everything in this house (except anything remotely usfw goes to usfw shadow realm blog). like be serious i am always in the horror rpc for the angst and suffering and exploration of trauma but that needs to be balanced out by fluff and gentle vibes. [loudly into the megaphone] its about LOVE and HORROR-

PLOTS OR MEMES : i like both! i think it's easiest to get things rolling with just whatever memes thrown my way and vice versa. i love plotting stuff out, but sometimes that takes a bit of existing in each others rpc space for a while. so i can be sort of slow w building dynamics, but i do like to!

LONG OR SHORT REPLIES : i don't mind either, it's kind of refreshing to switch between the two, more rapid fire stuff is nice esp to start with, though i am known to be insane in the reply lengths for some prompts once stuff is plotted out.

BEST TIME TO WRITE : i'm a morning person it's very cringe

ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S) : idk if much really? but i do bring a sort of idiot jock(joth) energy to the function at times. i def project on him on the emotions side i think. and truly whoever i write at a given time reflects a bit on me bc hyperfixation go brrr

TAGGED BY : did steal this from tsari thank u legend TAGGING : hands u it

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txttletale · 2 years

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Sorry if your inbox is already full of rpg asks, but what systems would you recommend that are better for facilitating good rp and memorable rp moments? To be clear this isn't a defensive dnd player thing, its just been a long while since i played rpgs and longer still since i played dnd but i've been wanting to get back into it with some better systems

oh boy! rubs my hands together. i'm going to mostly focus on systems that i think are pretty good for new players (ie, that are relatively rules-simple and provide an entry point to a lot of concepts):

dream askew is a diceless gmless game about living in and maintaining a queer commune in the post apocalypse. instead of rolling dice, difficult actions are performed by passing tokens back and forth--you earn these by doing things that get you into trouble, so it creates a nice little story economy that encourages you to create and get out of conflict

masks is a game about being teen superheroes. it's pbta (powered by the apocalypse, meaning that it's loosely based on the rules of the more complex apocalypse world)--its rules are really tailored around zooming in on the emotional stakes of superhero stories, as opposed to the more cool-cape-fight-oriented ruleset of something like mutants & masterminds

trophy is a dark, grim little game about dying horribly. you can play trophy dark for a horror experience of spiralling towards certain doom, or trophy gold for a bleak game about trying to survive against insurmountable odds.

if you're willing to get a little more complex with it, some of my other recommendations for narrative-heavy play are:

blades in the dark, about being a master heist crew in a haunted gaslamp fantasy city. blades' flashback mechanic lets you skip all the tedious minutae of play and skip right to all the good bits, which i love. probably my favourite rpg i've ever played

chuubo's marvelous wish-granting engine, a weird little thing with strong influence from studio ghibli. you primarily gain xp from making your fellow players feel a particular emotion, which is lovely. a bit fiddly to Actually Play but it delights me nonetheless.

apocalypse world itself, a classic, a little janky and bloated in places, but a fantastic game with a punk edge that lends itself to any apocalyptic narrative. the one that started the whole pbta craze and turned the ttrpg sphere on its head. indisputable

#ttrpg #rpg #roleplaying #tabletop #ask

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crowley-fe11 · 4 months

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Possible Lost RP (RoleChat)

You, Crowley, are connected to Probably Ed or Crowley Your partner selected the Roleplay server. Please keep the chat clean. Your partner has a starter. Type /starter or tap here to see it.

Your common tags are ineffable husbands

Crowley: /starter

Probably Ed or Crowley: ((Ineffable Husbands -- Most certainly Canon Divergence whenever s3 hits; 2 days to Christmas and Aziraphale has been gone since that day in the bookshop; narrative direction is Crowley as the Vessel for the second coming of Christ as a miraculous birth)) For once, snow was falling on London. A white Christmas. Just hideous. Crowley was furious at the whole world. He didn’t do anything. He walked around heavy, sometimes drunk and sometimes painfully sober. Shax’s new status meant that Crowley regained his flat, but he tended to haunt it now rather than live in it. His plants had grown too comfortable and their leaves turned brown and fell to the floor. The Bentley still got driven, but even she had become tired - the radio silent, the gears stiff. Crowley himself had managed to keep it together on the physical surface of his form, but look beyond the clothing and the coiffed hair and he was falling apart in much the same way. Nina called it depression, something Crowley had ignored. He didn’t go to Whickber Street much, but sometimes it was like he was being pulled in by his own temptations. He went to the coffee shop and felt a brief moment of happiness at how Nina and Maggie were now tentatively seeing one another, then angry at humanity for trying to spark joy in him. He doused it with bitter espresso and Nina chose to ignore how the blue sky outside her shop turned a dark grey and rumbled with thunder. On this particular day -- just two days from Christmas now, Crowley was in the park. He was sat on his usual bench under a miserable black sky, watching the ducks eat bread some tyrannical toddler was throwing into the pond. He’d have put a stop to that right away if he’d had the energy, but now he just watched the ducks clear every part of the loaf. There was a brief moment when he thought about tripping up the child’s mother, glued to the screen of her phone, so she fell into the pond but then the little brat started screaming that he was bored and the two sped along and left the ducks with the consequences. Snow was starting to gently fall and Crowley only found it more miserable. He glared at the ducks.

Crowley: As much as Aziraphale tried to push back on the next Great Plan, he couldn't find any way out of it. Though before he knew it- before he could prevent Crowley getting caught up in everything, it was too late. And now he had a job to do, just as Gabriel had before him. It'd been his first time back on earth since he'd left the shop, and he soon found himself bundled up and heading toward the bench he and Crowley usually shared. He could see the red headed demon there, and he drew in a deep breath as he drew closer. "Hello, Crowley," he greeted softly, knowing he'd have to tread lightly.

Probably Ed or Crowley: Crowley had been planning to get up and leave the park. There was a pub nearby he tended to haunt. Good spot for drinking -- no one paid him any attention, no one cared. The bartender happily plied him with drinks -- even let him have a whole bottle if he paid up in advance. Alcohol and sleep were the only ways to really numb the feelings that kept bubbling to the surface, and Crowley /hated/ the feelings. Aziraphale had abandoned him for some grand master plan up in Heaven... for some effort to be accepted and fit in or whatever tosh the angel had been thinking. He fucking /hated/ it. All of it. What was the point of any of it if Aziraphale wasn't here? But hearing the angel's voice so suddenly, feeling Aziraphale's presence when he hadn't been prepared... it was somehow even worse. Crowley scowled and immediately got to his feet. "Aziraphale." And then he turned to leave, trudging through the dusting of snow along the path that would lead back to the entrance. Back to the street. Toward the pub. Escape.

Crowley: Aziraphale shook his head and sighed to himself when Crowley started to storm off. "Please, you're going to want to hear this," the angel called after him as he followed, trying to keep up with the demon's longer stride. "I mean, at least a heads up. A warning, news, whatever you'd might want to call it." It was unavoidable, after all, and Crowley needed to know. Or they at least had to figure out a way out of this, if they could even move past things and work together on this. "Things are afoot again, and I don't know how to stop it."

Probably Ed or Crowley: "Planning the end of the world again?" Crowley replied, his tone icy. He paused for just a moment to glance over his shoulder. Mistake. Mistake. /Mistake/. Aziraphale was wearing the awful, boring gray and white suit that pegged him as an Archangel of Heaven. Practically a uniform. It made something in his chest clench to see the angel in such sterile colors. Fuck. "I'm not saving you this time, Aziraphale." He took a breath (technically unnecessary, but it made him feel better) and kept storming toward the entrance to St. James's Park. He used the angel's name, refusing to call Aziraphale by the old, sweet pet name /Angel/. That was a relic of a warmer, kinder time. Aziraphale no longer deserved that name.

Crowley: Aziraphale knew there was no good way to have this conversation, but the cold response was heart-wrenching in its own way. The angel furrowed his brows as he tried to shove those feelings aside and focus on what mattered. After all, it seemed Heaven just wanted a puppet to oversee their plans, not any actual change. "I've been trying to do that for you, Crowley. You've already been written into this one, and I couldn't stop it."

Probably Ed or Crowley: /You've already been written into this one./ Crowley did not like the sound of that. The Archangels were fucking nefarious. Could give any of the Dukes of Hell a run for their money with all their machinations. He kept walking, hurrying his pace. Whatever Aziraphale was going to try to tell him probably merited a healthy dram of whiskey. "Write me /out/ of it," the demon hissed as they reached the entrance to the park. Snow fell at a gentle pace on the high street. It muffled sound in a way that Crowley found imminently appealing, but just now he didn't like the idea of not being able to hear footsteps. Whatever Aziraphale was trying to tell him might involve the sudden appearance of /other/ angels and Crowley really did not want to have to deal with that. He stormed across the street, beelining directly to the favored pub.

Crowley: "You think I haven't already tried to?" Aziraphale replied as he fought to keep pace. As Crowley's choice of escape got more evident, his heart sank even further. Why did it need to be this way? It was probably best he be transparent, and before the other reached the pub. "Please, this is the Second Coming we're talking about." At least he hoped getting more specific would at least get the demon to listen. "You've been chosen."

Probably Ed or Crowley: The Second Coming. Of /course/ this was about the Second Coming. Aziraphale had stepped into Gabriel's shoes. Crowley had witnessed the argument of the Archangels. He knew what they were trying to plan. He was vaguely aware of how eager Hell was for the challenge in it all. They /all/ wanted the big fight envisioned in the Second Coming, the Rapture, and the ensuing Apocalypse. "I've been chosen for /what/ exactly?" The demon turned to give Aziraphale as withering and irritated a look as he could muster. He didn't want to deal with any of this and he hated that Aziraphale was a willing agent of the End. Crowley shook his head and tugged the door open to the pub. He knew the angel would follow. Crowley gestured at the bartender as he crossed the dimly lit room. /Whiskey. A double/, the gesture said. He had been here often enough that his regular order was well known by the few employees that maintained the bar. He stalked to his familiar corner booth and sagged down into one of the seats.

Crowley: Aziraphale decided to follow him into the pub sliding into the seat across from the other, determining just how to phrase this to the other. Crowley seemed to respond best to just putting it bluntly, but this also required somewhat of a delicate touch. He drew in a deep breath, fidgeting with his hands as he looked at the demon across from him. "Well, they've decided to go with the same sort of entrance as last time, miraculous birth and all," he explained briefly, his heart pounding. "And you've.. been chosen as the Vessel."

Probably Ed or Crowley: Crowley did his very best to /not/ look at the angel when Aziraphale slid into the seat across from him. He looked at the table, the wall, the bar. Where exactly was that drink? But when the angel started to speak, it was hard to not bring his attention back to the angel's face. Crowley stared at him. "The Vessel," he echoed, face blank. He looked up, grateful as the bartender came over with his drink. Thank fuck. The bartender looked to Aziraphale, as if trying to gauge whether he needed a drink too. Crowley sighed and leaned forward a little, elbow sliding onto the table. "Get him the same." Then Crowley took a long gulp of whiskey. His eyes closed as he hissed. "Chosen by /whom/ exactly? And... look... fucking /unchoose/ me. It's stupid. Why would a demon be the 'Vessel'?"

Crowley: Aziraphale was secretly grateful that Crowley ordered something for him as well. It'd been so long since he'd had anything to drink, and after these long months, he could certainly use one. He gave the server a small smile before turning his attention back to the demon across from him. "I've been overruled at every turn. There's no way I can stop this, and certainly not at this point," he explained, exasperation behind his eyes. "Something about redemption, I suppose?" He answered. He'd like to think if Crowley had accepted his offer, that maybe he would've avoided all this, but there was no guarantee that was the case.

Probably Ed or Crowley: The demon hunched forward and laughed. "Redemption?" He felt like he was slowly losing his mind. After months and months of alternating between drunkenness and sleep, Aziraphale was /here/ in front of him and trying to tell him something utterly absurd. "I'm not a Vessel." Crowley reached for his drink and took an exaggerated swig to emphasize his point. "Just tell them 'no', because I'm not bringing about the end of the world in any way and I'm /definitely/ not going to do /that/..." It was hard to even say the words. Carry a Christ-kid. A pregnancy. An Immaculate Conception. Whatever the right words might be... they echoed like absurdities in his head. They made him feel just a little crazy.

Crowley: "Crowley, it's going to happen," Aziraphale mentioned, desperation beginning to break through in his tone. The server had very fortunate timing, and his drink was soon brought over, and the angel look a good long drink from the low-ball glass before putting it down. "In all seriousness, this is going to happen, and I can't find a way around it. I have been ever since I stepped into this role, but I don't truly have a voice, and I don't have any power over what's to come."

Probably Ed or Crowley: Crowley glared at the angel from across the slim, aged wooden table. "I am /not/ doing it," he hissed. The demon punctuated his insistent statement with a long swig of whiskey. Then he gestured at the bartender for another. This first glass was /not/ going to be enough. "So you've worked out that you're a fucking pawn. A fucking figurehead. Grand. Good for you, Angel." The demon suddenly quieted. He hated how he had immediately slid back into the comfortable nickname for Aziraphale. He wasn't going to do that again. "I hope it was all worth it." Crowley hesitated only a moment before knocking back the rest of his drink. "I'm not going to be pregnant. Not going to carry a ticking time bomb for humanity. That's insane. Completely insane."

Crowley: Aziraphale sighed. He knew Crowley didn't have a choice, but he hadn't really expected much different. He certainly deserved the harsh words. "Not a minute goes by that I don't regret the choice I made," he admitted softly. "I genuinely thought I could make things better. That I could make heaven worthy of you, regardless of whether you're there or not. But I know I still hurt you in the process and left all we had together behind, and that's what I regret most of all." He met Crowley's gaze, or at least tried to with his dark glasses covering them. "I've missed you terribly."

Probably Ed or Crowley: "Good," the demon replied, leaning forward as his eyebrow arched. "/Good/." He wanted the angel to regret the choice. He wanted Aziraphale to go back in time and take it back. He wanted the angel to /see/ the desperation he had felt. Crowley knocked back the remainder of his glass of whiskey and hissed, eyes closing for a moment. "Make Heaven worthy of me? Fuck that. Fuck all of it. That's crazy... Aziraphale, you shouldn't have gone in the first place! That's insane. Completely." And he looked away. Crowley just couldn't look at the angel. It made him feel jittery and a little insane. He watched as the bartender returned with another drink and handed off a tenner to the man in gratitude. "You miss me. Great. Grand. Good for you. Now go put the Christ kid in some idiot's belly. Have fun. Annunciation day. Go for it."

Crowley: Aziraphale shook his head. "I know, it was a ridiculous idea. But I remember the angel you were, and you never deserved what was dealt to you," he told the other fighting the tears that started to blur the corners of his vision, though he fought them back as best he could. "But they've got a close eye on me right now, and I really can't waiver, as much as I agree that this can't be going forward at all, not with anyone." He took another drink from his glass, finding some semblance of comfort in it, even if current company didn't want to offer any. Not that he was deserving anyway. He should have listened, after all, but they'd still have a similar issue to worry about. "I need some sort of work around..."

Probably Ed or Crowley: That stopped Crowley up short. No. He /hadn't/ deserved the unceremonious Fall. He had only asked questions! Questions! And down he had tumbled for it. And now God was just /fine/ with him as the Vessel? That seemed ludicrous. He snorted and took a sip from his fresh glass. "A work around. Right. What exactly is the plan, Aziraphale? When is the Annunciation supposed to happen? I mean, when is the..." Oh, fuck. What was even the right terminology for this? "When is /fertilization/ meant to happen? We can walk the high street and find five willing idiots."

Crowley: "Finding someone else willing is all well and good, but that's not in the plan," Aziraphale told him. "It's supposed to happen any day. The message will to come to you in a dream- or vision, if you happen to be awake- and then it will be done." If anything, things were in motion already, and it seemed unavoidable so far. "There are already failsafes in place to ensure the pregnancy goes forward safely, so it's not as if we can easily just abort. I'm not sure what else can be done at this point."

Probably Ed or Crowley: Crowley hunched forward, elbows resting on the table. His jaw dropped as Aziraphale ran through a quick explanation of the process. "So. You're saying that I could actively try to /abort/ the fetus and God would just... prevent it. That's... this is torture. Aziraphale. That's fucked up. I'm not doing it." There was apparently no choice in the matter, so it didn't really matter that he was objecting... but Crowley was going to protest as loudly as he could anyway. He was done being an instrument of Her will.

Crowley: "Unless you can think of a way to get around it, but I'm out of ideas," Aziraphale mentioned. "Though I agree. It's extraordinarily fucked up. Makes you even wonder if She has a hand in things anymore," he mentioned. He knew a comment like that could land him in a great deal of trouble, but he knew the most he could accomplish would be to give Crowley a warning of what's to come, even if there wasn't anything they could do to stop it.

Probably Ed or Crowley: The demon's eyes widened, though Aziraphale couldn't see them. The angel had /actually/ said 'fuck'. It was a rare thing -- not completely out of the realm of possibility and it had certainly happened before, but it was beautiful in its rarity. He loved to hear the angel curse. This moment was a bit clouded though by the whole... situation. His fingers tapped against the glass of whiskey. "You're here to tell me I'm going to be up the duff with God's spawn and there's nothing you can do about it. A grand Annunciation in the style of Gabriel. Now what?"

Crowley: "The only thing I can think of is to try to ward it off somehow, but I'm not even certain that it would buy us much time. Or even work for that matter," Aziraphale mentioned with a shake of his head. "I figure if anything, you might have an idea of what we could try? If there's anything powerful that could keep you out of Heaven's reach." It could all be in vain, but he supposed if there was even a grain of hope to be had, maybe it was worth a shot.

Probably Ed or Crowley: Aziraphale looked genuinely dejected -- like he was actually trying to suggest solutions and as if he actually hadn't been the one to suggest a demon as the Vessel. That didn't really improve matters, but Crowley appreciated the notion that it at least hadn't been /Aziraphale/ nominating him for the job. "I could go back to Hell..." Crowley hissed and took another gulp of whiskey. He could stay in Hell for the rest of time to keep God from doing this to him -- She wouldn't want Her child born in Hell, after all -- but Crowley also didn't want to be there. And he couldn't just make it a year-long sojourn. God was as immortal as he was. She could wait him out. "I could go to... the Wolfhead Nebula or... some place in space. an't exactly have a kid born in the vacuum of space."

Crowley: Aziraphale mulled over the options Crowley gave him as he sipped from his glass. Hell was an undesirable, but realistically sound option. Though it would only delay the inevitable, and that in and of itself could put an early start to the War if Heaven sent anyone to extract him when they grew impatient. And space had a similar issue, where someone might put a stop to his escape. "Let's keep thinking," he mentioned. "Your flat is technically Hell's, right? Could that potentially be fortified any further?"

Probably Ed or Crowley: As annoyed and angry and hurt as he was, Crowley kind of appreciated that the angel was brainstorming solutions. Aziraphale had a focused, thinking expression on his face and Crowley could tell that he was actually trying. It made him feel at least a little better. Not a /lot/ better, but a little. And it put a temporary hold on all the hurt feelings swelling up in his chest. "It's not an embassy like the bookshop. Doesn't work that way. I could fight off angels with Hellfire, but that's kind of it. But you said the Annunciation would be in a dream. Not... it's not going to be some arsehole like Gabriel."

Crowley: Aziraphale shook his head. "No. If anything, this is the closest you'd get to an Annunciation in the classic form. If anything, it's sort of a Pre-Annunciation, in a way," he mentioned, though he could still see the pain in Crowley's expression. "I am sorry about all of this. I wouldn't wish it on anyone," he added as he looked across at the demon. "But I'm here for you, no matter what happens. However you want me to be there."

Probably Ed or Crowley: At least it wasn't Gabriel. There was that. Then again, Gabriel was off in the stars somewhere with Beelzebub, so of course it wasn't Gabriel. But it /was/ Aziraphale... and that was worse somehow. He looked down at his drink. "Yeah, well. Fine. There isn't really much you can do, is there?" And fuck. Crowley wasn't sure he even wanted to be here in the pub anymore. They shouldn't be talking about this where humans might overhear. He downed the remainder of his glass and then snapped his fingers. They were both suddenly in his flat. The space was darkened, curtains blocking out all the sunlight. Crowley immediately headed to the kitchen to seek out a bottle of something. It wasn't hard to find his way through the darkness. These last six months, the demon had embraced darkness.

Crowley: "I'm afraid not," Aziraphale mentioned just as the other miracled them to his flat. The change in venue wasn't a bad idea in the slightest, though it was clear how much the last several months had affected Crowley, even at the core. His plants, while they grew, they weren't as lavish as the demon always kept them, and the amount of darkness that overtook the room from the blackout curtains was on a whole other level from what he'd seen before. "I suppose... Oh, that's probably not the best of ideas either..."

Probably Ed or Crowley: "Not a lot of good options," the demon muttered, grabbing the bottle and a pair of glasses. He navigated his way around the kitchen island in the darkness, beelining to his kitchen table. The demon settled in his favorite throne chair, hunching forward to pour overly generous glasses of scotch. "Sit and drink or get out." He pushed one of the glasses toward a chair opposite him before taking a sip from his own. The burn just wasn't quite enough. It scratched an itch, yes, but it didn't save him from the angel's return, nor did it save him from the apparent future that lay in wait.

Crowley: Aziraphale listened and stepped toward the seat that was offered to him, sitting down across from the demon before picking up the glass. "The only solid defence I can think of is this: You can't exactly get pregnant if you already are," Aziraphale told him. "It's the idea that many humans take advantage of for contraception, is that they use hormonal supplements to trick their bodies into thinking they're already with child. I just don't know how else you do that with beings like us..."

Probably Ed or Crowley: Crowley snorted. "Can't get pregnant if I'm already pregnant. That isn't helpful at all." He wasn't exactly trying to get pregnant in the first place and God was omnipotent. If She willed it, he would be carrying Her spawn. Wasn't that how it worked? "You playing matchmaker now, Aziraphale? Trying to get me set up with some human in defiance of God?" Or, worse, with a demon. He suspected there were plenty willing down there in Hell. Demons were all about the visceral sins. They liked pleasure and pain and all the rest.

Crowley: "Well," Aziraphale started his heart pounding as he considered the whole idea. "If you would prefer me to play matchmaker, I can." How on earth was he supposed to bring it up? How he'd never forgotten just how perfect Crowley's lips felt against his own. How he would give anything to have that again, to make up for the way he pushed him away afterward. "Or, we even could," Aziraphale mentioned, wondering what Crowley's thoughts might be, though he was fully prepared for that to be thrown back in his face.

Probably Ed or Crowley: The demon's head snapped up in the darkness of the room, trying to study the angel's face. "We could /what/, exactly?" Crowley was pretty sure he knew what Aziraphale was trying to say, but he wanted the angel to say it directly. He wanted the opportunity to shoot Aziraphale down /directly/ and make it hurt. For six months, Crowley had harbored pain, anger, and resentment. There had been no way to assuage those feelings. They just clung to him day in and day out. Alcohol helped. Sleep helped. Being awake and sober was just... hard. Now was his chance to shout and rail against Aziraphale's choices. "Say it."

Crowley: "Look, I know I'm the last person you'd ever want to turn to, but just hear me out," Aziraphale told him. "Heaven doesn't have anyone physically doing the Annunciation. That means when it's attempted, it won't happen. And more importantly, if someone comes to check on you, make sure it's been done, they'd sense the child is of heavenly origin, so it would look like it worked." For once, it seemed like it could be the right call, at least to put the biggest stall to the Second Coming that he could. "I know I hurt you before, and this is such a twisted situation, but I want more than anything to make up for the decisions I've made, Crowley. You.. You mean the world to me, and I love you. Hence I wanted to make Heaven be a better place, and why I wanted you there with me. It was selfish of me to try to make that decision for you, but I want to make this right, if you'd be willing."

Probably Ed or Crowley: The demon huffed. He stared. He scowled. A shocking array of emotions crossed his features as he tried to process Aziraphale's suggestion. Despite his insistence, the angel wasn't saying it outright. Aziraphale was talking /around/ it rather than propositioning him directly. Crowley decided that was exactly what this was. The angel was propositioning him. Aziraphale's little plan was to put Heavenly spawn in his belly before God could do it. Trick the circle of Archangels who might actually check with a fetus of divine enough energy to pass as the Christ kid. It would be clever if it didn't just /hurt/. Crowley knocked back the remainder of his glass of whiskey, then hunched forward to grab the bottle again. "Your plan is to knock me up before God can." It wasn't a question.

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#ineffable husbands #ineffable husbands rp #rolechat #rolechat rp #mpreg #second coming #though is it really mpreg yet?#I would love to pick this back up if you're out there!!#lost rp

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aroace-poly-show · 6 months

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hi im new to the party 1. what does hw stand for 2. tell me everything im invested in this now

HEHEHEHEHEEHHE

so!! hw stands for hollow ☆ wonderland!! its the name of my n25 and wxs unit swap :3 hollow ☆ wonderland is the nightcord-ified wxs side of it!!

^ here’s a post with a pretty basic summary for them!! though i’ve made some more progress since then so i have some more details about a theoretical main story if you wanna ask about that :)

if you don’t wanna read all that though, the tldr is that they do online music videos like kikuo’s songs such as welcome to the star inn, and so you became the moon, etc. tsukasa (hoshi) is the main lyricist, emu (koki) is the artist, nene (kurage) is the composer, and rui (tako) is the animator and eventual co lyricist!!

my main story ideas have definitely progressed since that post but they’re still not like. entirely concrete. i’m getting there!! it’s just been taking a but fjabjdha and but i do want to write a fic for them. i have a side one on the way rn actually, just waiting for a friend of mine to beta it :) but feel free to ask about what i have so far!!

the gist of it though is that similar to n25 they all have that desire to disappear and are kinda on their last hopes atm. and except for tsukasa, they’ve all given up theater. tsukasa gets to be the one to get them all to give it another chance, boom they start to branch out into being an online theater troupe and posting videos of their shows. they’re my beloved horribly sad clowns who love each other so much <3

^ long ass post about hw ruinene if you’re interested. i have thought about them the most. they make me ill /pos

they are so so dear to me. i have 50ish screenshots of dms of me rambling about them. i’m unwell.

also i have an rp blog @hw-rui-official if you wanna bother this sad sad cat. or rather his friends aka the rest of hw. i have a silly takeover arc going on right now.

#hollow ☆ wonderland #i love talking about them

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dont say sorry we love the paragraphs!! tbh i cant stand a lot of md fanfics because of how they characterize uzi in particular, they just do not do her depth justice. and you're so right about the narration too. its so subtle but a lot of great fics go above and beyond to take narration from just describing the world to actually representing a characters perspective- literally and figuratively. hostile takeover is a masterclass in it tbh. its actually inspired me to try and get into writing for md because you need to be the content you want to see in the world ig- im starting with rp rn though because i find that to be the easiest way to get into a characters head, ya know? also your dollxn piece made me physically ill (positive). im shipping them now but exclusively in the way your fanart is framing it (also great song choice listening to it and staring at the art really sent me) - juzi anon

I think a good narration is like, an unspoken art when it comes to writing. I LOVE fics that make a point to have the characters thoughts be a part of the narration; It speaks volumes to how that person write the character themself and can even make for some really impactful dialog thats not even spoken. I think the biggest strength of Hostile Takeover (from the chapters I've read!) is its ability to make a character's narration show the subtle, unseen things about the characters themselves. (Which is why I love J's chapters so much, J puts up such a large persona that being able to read the thoughts she actually has is so!!! arugh!!!!!)

Also: I'm glad to see you taking an inspiration for writing, I've honestly thought many a time to force myself into writing fics just because theres so many ideas I have that I do not have the time or skill to illustrate lol. I actually started posting artwork because I wanted to see more fanart for my own rarepair!!! And I can understand the whole roleplaying thing (I haven't roleplayed canon characters since my.. *shudders* MMO days /j) I grew up on roleplaying and still do on occasion! (OCs I mean haha) I think its a great stepping stone to writing full blown chapters and stuff, all about practice or whatever!!

oh and: I'm glad you liked that piece lmao. N x Doll is one of those ships I thought about for 2 seconds and went "wait no I get it.". I've honestly thought about making more art of it just because its left such a impact on my skull. (ITs... the only enemies to lovers you could HAVE with N canonically w/o messing w/ his character and i am OBSESSED)

#oh and I wasn't expecting anyone to actually listen to the full sONG sdkljfklsdjfskdf #I appreciate you understanding the vision and I also maybe apologize for those lyrics being alot more suggestive then the art made it seem #its the only song I've got thats about like killing eachother freaky style tho so its the only correct vibe tune I've got skdjfklsdjf #I do NOT apologize for roping you into the NxDoll ship tho. I love those freaks!!!#also idk I'm glad you liked my portrayal of them #being told that is really cool to me jsdhfsdf so thnx ^^#asks #anon #juzi anon #also when i posted that art i took a week off due to burnout and now when I look at my tumblr for you page I see alot more nxdoll #did I miss something or.

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cosmic-hoboandthehighlander · 7 months

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20 questions for fic writers

Thanks for tagging me @daddygrandpaandthebeaver yesterday and thanks for the tag today from @babsvibes

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

46, about to be 47

2. What’s your total word count?

236,929

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Bob’s Burgers

I am slowly working on some WWDITS fic as well, but so far nothing has been posted.

I used to write for HP and my work can still be found on ao3.

4. Top 5 fics by kudos

Not counting my co-written fics (because I feel like that doesn’t count since I didn’t write all of it and one of them is a posted RP)

Take a Walk With Me

I Like That Sweater On You

Now I’ve Got It, Do I Want It?

That Over-Hyped Corporate Holiday

Gawky

Just for fun, since all my top fics are HP (I wrote for that fandom longer) I here’s my top Bob’s Burgers fics by kudos!

Wrong

Where You Belong

This Never Happened

Love, Your Sailor

Rainy Day

5. Do you respond to comments?

I try to respond to every single one! I really really appreciate the support from the people who read my fics and a lot of them tend to be mutuals here on tumblr, so it’s nice to know that the people I interact with pretty much daily are enjoying what I put out.

6. What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Never Wanna Say Goodbye

For how much angst I love to write, I hate unhappy endings. This one is ambiguous, I’d say it’s the angstiest ending, even if it’s not the angstiest fic I’ve written. I think.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Never Too Old for a Bedtime Story

In a Lifetime

Probably. I don’t know, my opinion changes a lot. If you would have asked me months ago, I would have had a different answer. These two have endings that make me happy personally, so I choose these.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Yes. Unfortunately this was common while I was part of the HP fandom and one of the reasons I stopped writing and updating several of my fics. I usually delete the worst ones before they even get posted because I have comment moderation on all of the HP fics left on ao3 now. The people in that fandom seem to be very particular about their fics. I don’t want to start discourse or create drama, but I will say that I realized that, especially after TikTok and the marauders fandom exploded, my fics had to meet some kind of invisible standard in order to be considered “good” (aka atyd standard) and it feels as if readers come to expect your work to read like a published for profit book you can buy at Barnes and Noble. Considering you’re not paying me to write fanfiction and I do it not as a career but as a hobby in my limited free time, I don’t think that’s a very fair expectation.

I have never once gotten a hate comment on a single one of my Bob’s Burgers fics though.

9. Do you write smut?

Yes! As an ace person who is generally sex-repulsed when it comes to their own body, this is mostly how I experience it. I know it’s not always everybody’s favorite thing, so I don’t write it into every fic, but my characters do tend to be very sexual (For personal reasons I don’t want to get into my past, though I do want to make it clear that I am not ace because of it, I don’t want anybody thinking trauma leads to asexuality) but I do enjoy both writing and reading a good smut scene.

10. Do you write crossovers?

Not typically. I can’t never figure out how to do it write. Sometimes I’ll write fic based in the universe of another fandom, but I wouldn’t consider that a crossover.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not to my knowledge

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yes, back in my HP days my best fandom friend and I co-wrote a series of Snupin fics based on songs from the Lumineers. Another one was an rp from discord that me and my rp partner at the time posted. Other than that, no I have not.

14. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

Tedmort

Obviously, since I am the (unofficial) tedmort CEO, what did you expect? 😉

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you will?

The Lupin-Snape Family Shitshow (title not permanent)

There is no real title for this because I affectionally have been calling it that since I started writing back in 2021. I wanted as much written as possible before I began posting to ao3, so that’s 77k already written for this mamma jamma! This is a Snupin fic in which Snape and Lupin became best friends after the war, married other people, and ended up cheating on their partners and falling in love.

I doubt I’ll ever finish it, even though I am still very interested in it and really love what I’ve written so far. Unfortunately, I don’t know how well the fandom would accept it (due to the ships and themes of infidelity) and I do not write for the HP fandom any longer. I haven’t even opened this fic since March 2022.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I think I write dialogue fairly well. I come up with some good, interesting ideas even if they don’t get posted. Im good at one shots and the one scene sort of thing - I’m a decent short form writer.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I struggle with connecting the dots between scene a lot, which is why I write a lot of one shots and drabbles. Those are the scenes I wanted to write and if I connect them together, I could make an entire story but I struggle with writing the parts that go in between.

Which is also why I have a hard time finishing longer works because I’ll write the “good stuff” first and struggle with making it into a coherent story that makes sense.

Another weakness is my adhd brain losing interest after I’ve posted a few chapters of a fic and then suddenly never feeling motivated to continue again.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language?

I use google translate because most of the languages I use, I don’t have fandom friends who speak it (to my knowledge?) which can be really tricky and can make things sound off to people who do speak that language.

I can only read, write, and speak in English, unfortunately, so on occasion I’ll write words or phrases into English sentences but not full dialogue.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Twilight, though I only posted one fic in 2009 to Fanfiction.net

Followed by Glee, which is when I actually started writing fanfiction for realsies. Up until that point, I had mostly written original fiction and never posted online.

20. Favorite fic you’ve ever written?

If you asked me before I joined the burger fandom…it would have been this one: That over-hyped Corporate Holiday And this awful crack fic that I still adore, years later for whatever reason: Dicked Down in Divination Feat. Severus Snape

But in all serious, this question was really hard. Maybe this isn’t the best work I’ve ever done and maybe I didn’t take ages to perfect it, but it makes me happy. It’s so sweet and I still adore the idea of mortuary student Mort and Navy sailor Teddy meeting in their twenties.

Love, Your Sailor

I’m not tagging anyone because most of the people I’d tag have already been tagged! But if you weren’t please do this I want to see all of your answers!!

#caboose fic #caboose writes #this was so much fun but took some time!#sorry for those of you who don’t like hp there’s a lot in there cuz I just switched fandoms sorry #long post

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