#universe-friday excerpts
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EXCERPT #2:
Hello. I hope somebody is listening.
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Anyway… God. Sorry for rambling, I never even asked how you are, old sport… who am I kidding? I barely know if I’m making any noise anymore. Why would I expect you to?
You know Leftley Square? I managed to find a free bench there the other day. It was nice to sit there for a while, weirdly enough.
I never dare to look up, though.
It’s starting to scare me more and more recently, how all these students are zombie-like. I swear they all look the same, their faces all blurry messes. Is it my vision going blurry or am I getting sick? Sick and tired of being here, probably. They wander around endlessly with fake smiles on their faces. Are they really that happy to be stuck here? Going to the same lectures over and over again? Are they even learning anything new anymore? I sure am, I’m the one who’s really studying here.
And in my research, I’ve become convinced those backpacks must be super-glued onto their backs. And yet, they don’t seem to complain!
And, as if by magic, the bags disappear - and often, a couple of layers of their clothes too - right when you start to hear those dreadful noises of EDM fill the City. They crawl from bar, to club, to bar, in and out of the same buildings where their lectures were that morning. Oh, but don’t worry, they’ll change back to those lovely lecture halls in the morning.
I’ve never actually… witnessed this for myself. It’s only what I’ve heard from some of my contacts. I typically try to avoid the streets during those hours… when I can, at least.
The music… Well, the bass is not exactly easy to sleep through, and I find myself wandering the different rooftops in the City. You’d be surprised at how many people keep their roof doors unlocked, old sport.
Despite being so far away, I still feel the bass rumbling in my feet. The same music each night… or, at least, they all sound the same to me.
Sometimes, if it’s really bad, I’ll give out from my hiding spot and visit that haunted telephone box on Tomsby Street. The boxes are soundproof, after all. Sure, there might be some ghouls screaming in your ears, but, at this rate, I’d rather it over the constant, awful music outside.
Those ghosts could probably make better music than the ones they play at those bars… and they don’t even have a sense of rhythm… they don’t even have a heartbeat anymore… Do you get it? Hah… I was never the best at jokes. I really am sorry.
I’m getting tired. Can you tell? [Sudden, but distant, noise of a miscellaneous bass-boosted beat begins to play] Shi… Is it really this time again? [Sighs] I’ll check back in with you later, old sport. I’ll tell the ghosts you say ‘hi’… It would be nice to hear someone say hi to me.
#aled last#frances janvier#osemanverse#radio silence#alice oseman#original work#universe city#universe city podcast#carys last#february friday#heartstopper#universe-friday excerpts
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just an anonymous little writer... who may as well just be aled last himself....
#aled last#alice oseman#osemanverse#radio silence#universe city#ask me anything#february friday#carys last#frances janvier#original fiction#universe-friday excerpts
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excerpt: general lore
She remembers it was cold. And dark. The deafening silence of eternity loomed around her, over her, threatening to swallow her whole- an extension of herself in this emptiness she was brought into. She was slow to wake and slower to rise from beneath the shroud of night, turning to face this way and that, straining to see an end to herself. This was, after all, the whole of her form…right? Infinite, dark, cold, and… Alone, no matter where she looked.
She wandered aimlessly for a time, unsure of where to go. In the same directions she’d started in, she supposed, until she grew bored and turned another. Hoping to find any semblance of something unlike herself. She drew her arms around her form- not infinite, then- more to feel and remember where she ended, and the void began than for any warmth. There were no others here; no other creatures, or strange beings, or emotions, or anything beyond the never-ending emptiness she’d been born into.
Time didn’t pass, as it yet to have means to, and so she continued to wander about in all directions until her feet ached. She didn’t know parts of her could ache, nor anything else about herself other than she was the only one of herself here. She sat herself on the ground, looking at the golden flecks formed like flower petals along her arms, thinking that it’d be nice to have another there with her. She found that though her mouth could move to wish it so, no sounds came out. Or perhaps they did, and the darkness had simply swallowed them as it had all else that came before.
The feathered tips of the petals’ edges grazed the tips of her fingers, drawing her attention. They shimmered and shone a bright color reminiscent of a lover’s sunset against the unruly night of her hands, which tried to devour them whole. She plucked one, brow furrowed at the small sting it caused, letting the iridescent golden blood flow as it pleased. Where it stained all that it touched, small buds began to grow, maturing into more flower-scales that spread further and further along her sides.
The petal gave, yielding to her fingertips as she smoothed, curved, carved, and pushed into it, plucking more and more petal-scales from herself until gold flowed freely down her sides and back. Another being, one made in her likeness, held her gaze as she withdrew, hands smeared honey grazing the statue’s waist. Two arms and two legs, a high cheeked and set skeletal face covered by a mask of the same golden scale, with four pointed ends adorned by chains, and two sets of eyes with which to see through to the end of all that there had been, was, and would ever be.
She stepped back and admired her company’s likeness, finding a certain lightheadedness in it, as if the air had been taken from her lungs. A sensation, not all together unpleasant, began to settle at the pit of her stomach, of someone finding what they hadn’t yet known they lost. Her fingertips lightly grazed the sculpture’s lips, trembling, afraid that she’d ruin them with a harsher touch. Where her fingers touched the statue’s lips yielded, fitting to the small nearly invisible grooves along them, giving them a textured look and feel. With her free hand she mirrored the motion on her own lips, feeling the same softness along them. She marbled at the sensation, gaze lingering over the beauty of the figure’s form.
Without thinking she closed the distance between them, kissing the figure fully on the leaps; longing for company and wishing her companion would move and be as she was. She pulled back and blinked, surprised, as the figure began to tremble and quiver under her touch, moving all its own to reciprocate the kiss it’d been dealt. Its fingers cupped her cheek, the gold film peeling from them and replacing the cold of their touch with- … warmth?
The film began to fall from the rest of the sculpture, swept away into the darkness as a fine powder that dusted the inky black far away with stars. The being that emerged was bright and warm, and the most beautiful creature she had or would see. They fell into her arms laughing, unused to their legs, bringing with them sound to the world and color to her cheeks.
#ink’s scribbles#ink’s writing#writeblr#fantasy writeblr#writing#fantasy writing#writers on tumblr#writing wip#world build friday#world building lore#writing excerpt#basically all the worlds exist because of lesbians#because the very first lesbian was alone and wanted another#which is a beautiful way to start a universe isn't it?#with love at its center#everything in the world exists as a direct consequence of one's love for another#*chefs kiss*#overworld lore
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Excerpt from this story from Science Friday:
Flint Hills rancher Daniel Mushrush estimates that his family has killed maybe 10,000 trees in the past three years.
It’s a start. But many more trees still need to fall for the Mushrushes to save this 15,000 acres of rare tallgrass prairie.
Whenever other work on the property can wait, Daniel and his brother, Chris, don helmets and earplugs, grab their tools and pick up where they left off.
“It’s a lot of old-fashioned chainsaw work,” Daniel Mushrush said. “Walking rocky ridges and cutting down trees.”
The Mushrush family is beating back a juggernaut unleashed by humans — a Green Glacier of trees and shrubs grinding slowly across the Great Plains and burying some of the most threatened habitat on the planet.
This blanket of shrublands and dense juniper woods gobbling up grassland leads to wildfires with towering flames that dwarf those generated in prairie fires.
It also eats into ranchers’ livelihoods. It smothers habitat for grassland birds, prairie fish and other critters that evolved for a world that’s disappearing. It dries up streams and creeks. New research even finds that, across much of the Great Plains, the advent of trees actually makes climate change worse.
Now a federal initiative equips landowners like Mushrush with the latest science and strategies for saving rangeland, and money to help with the work.
Satellite imagery and a better understanding of how trees and shrubs spread could help landowners replace a losing game of whack-a-mole with a more systematic course.
Mushrush calls the approach, promoted by the Natural Resources Conservation Service’s Great Plains Grassland Initiative with guidance from the University of Nebraska-Lincoln, a morale builder.
“It works,” the third-generation rancher said. “We’re still overwhelmed with how to do this on 15,000 acres — but we have a plan.”
Each time he thinks about the Manhattan area, which is much more infested with juniper woods and seas of sumac, wild plum and dogwood thickets, he feels the threat creeping toward his home in Chase County.
“If a coral reef is worth saving, if some pristine mountain stream is worth saving, then so are the Flint Hills,” he said. “It’s not easy work, but it’s worthy work.”
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Masterpost for Bill "Goldilocks" Cipher fic
If you're new here, this is one of those fics where Bill comes back in a human body and is imprisoned in the Mystery Shack until the Pines & friends can figure out how to kill him (which they won't, because this is also a "Bill's redeemed through the power of improbable friendship" fic). The "Goldilocks" is because the Pines need a code name other than "Bill Cipher" to call their prisoner, and Bill liked Mabel's suggestion best.
For all my fic, art, doodles, upcoming scene excerpts, and posts about characterization & plot plans, see my #bill goldilocks cipher tag.
New chapter every Friday!
For just the fic itself, here are all the current chapters:
⛓️ 1. Bill returns, in a bedsheet toga.
⛓️ 2. Bill tries to murder the Stans and Soos (with time travel).
⛓️ 3. Dipper and Mabel save the day (with time travel).
⛓️ 4. A tense evening as the Pines prepare to get rid of Bill.
⛓️ 5. Plot twist: the Pines physically can't get rid of Bill.
⛓️ 6. The gang goes to a diner at 3 a.m. for hostage negotiations.
⛓️ 7. "How'd Bill get here" flashback; plus, entering his new prison.
💇♀️ 8. Bill gives himself a haircut and depression.
💇♀️ 9. Bill & Ford grudgingly have a sincere conversation; regret it.
💇♀️ 10. The kids decide Bill won't ruin their summer. Also: Pacifica!
🧚 11. Mabel gives Bill the most beautiful makeover ever. (It's not.)
🧚 12. Pacifica advertises Harry's Hairy Fairy Formula. Bill wants it.
🧚 13. Pacifica refuses to share; the twins discover its side effects.
🧚 14. Mabel wins Bill's eternal friendship with arts & crafts.
💭 15. Bill, Ford, and Dipper have nightmares that are Bill's fault.
💎 16. Ford has a fun day with Mabel but everything goes wrong.
💎 17. The day goes right again thanks to healthy communication.
🐿️ 18. Mabel's Guide To Local Animals, co-starring Bill Cipher.
🧊 19. Wendy snoops into the weird things happening in the shack.
🧊 20. Wendy meets the weird thing (it's Bill).
🎂 21. Stan & Ford's birthday party! Bill gives evil gifts.
💭 22. Bill "helps" Dipper's nightmares; no one knows his motive.
👁️ 23. Bill's ex is back in town and nobody's happy about it.
👁️ 24. Everyone's even less happy to learn Bill has a sex life.
🧿 25. Mabel and Bill make friendship bracelets! :)
🧿 26. The Pines take Bill to the mall. He wears terrible things.
🧿 27. Bill breaks Mabel's heart (and panics to fix it).
🏳️🌈 28. Bill talks his way into going with Wendy to Rainbow Club.
🎃 29. Bill contacts the Henchmaniacs on Summerween morning.
🎃 30. Costume making. Mabel pries into Bill's past, with crayons.
🎃 31. The Trickster's pals trick-or-treat; and Bill terrifies Dipper.
🪮 32. Dipper & Mabel make a poppet to control Bill.
🦷 33. Stan takes Bill to the dentist. In handcuffs.
🦷 34. Dentist & tooth fairy attack. Stan & Bill are still handcuffed.
🦷 35. Bill & Stan reach a painful understanding and stop the fairy.
🛁 36. Anime night; and Mabel makes Bill do community service.
🛁 37. Bill plots escape and runs into Wendy. Dipper panics.
🛁 38. Bill has the worst and stupidest day of his afterlife.
🌅 39. A cultist finds Bill; Bill tries to re-recruit Ford.
🚙 40. Gideon broadcasts car commercials; invokes Bill's wrath.
🚙 41. Bill apologizes for bullying Gideon. lol no he blackmails him.
🌕 42. Bill tells Dipper secrets of the universe; predicts an eclipse.
🌖 43. Gravity is disappearing; Ford and Fiddleford investigate.
🌗 44. Ford & Dipper drag Bill hiking; Bill faces his death.
🌘 45. Ford demands answers Bill can't give as totality looms.
🌑 46. Totality. Bill decides whether Ford lives or dies.
🌒 47. Bill feels rotten but finally explains the eclipse.
🌓 48. Bill has a complete mental breakdown.
🌔 49. The gang limps home. (Plus: a second dimensional eclipse.)
💿 50. Bill finally processes that mental breakdown.
💿 51. Dipper and Mabel try to remember the Axolotl's poem.
📖 52. The gang reads Flatworld. Bill isn't thrilled.
COMING SOON:
53. Mabel tries to get Bill to talk about his home world.
This fic will start crossposting to Ao3 after The Book Of Bill comes out, because I have my fingers crossed that I'll be able to make it TBOB-compatible with light edits but won't know til then. Until then, read it here!
This post was last updated May 24, 2024! If you're seeing this post as a reblog and it's been a while since then, check back on the original post to see if more's been added!
#bill cipher#human bill cipher#gravity falls#gravity falls fic#about my writing#my writing#bill goldilocks cipher#reference
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Fanfic Friday: WIP Version
I am working on a WIP that is giving me a bit of trouble, and so I thought for Fanfic Friday I would put my tentative description out into the universe to hold me accountable and keep me focused. So here goes!
Title: The Prisoner in Cellblock A
Summary: What if Uriel and Ligur were assigned to Earth instead of Aziraphale and Crowley? What if Adam Young was Adam Dowling? What if, after Hell's victory during Armageddon, Angels were hunted and essentially eradicated from the universe? What if Crowley, Hell's Grand Inquisitor, got a suspicious letter one day from Lord Beelzebub, demanding he come to them immediately for an urgent assignment?
Excerpt: Still eyeing the cells behind Crowley, Eric leaned in closer and whispered, “Hastur found him.”
Crowley shook his head. Eric’s shiftiness was annoying. “Found who?”
“The one who killed Ligur. Crowley, Hastur's finally captured the last Angel.”
#good omens#good omens 2#yes my obsession with Adam Young continues#aziraphale#crowley#ineffable husbands#good omens fanfiction#fanfiction#fanfic friday#current wip#doing this to keep me motivated and accountable
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Help! I was Reborn as Robin's Father!
Chapter 1
ao3
Fandom: Batman
Wordcount: 2400
Summary:
I was just an ordinary university student until I got in a car accident and woke up as Jack Drake! Now I've got to figure out how to be a dad to Robin and also how to survive my inevitable death. I'm sure I'll figure it out. I hope.
Hey, remember that time I mention writing a Jack Drake self-insert isekai fic? Well I wrote the first chapter back in february and then it proceeded to rot in my drafts while I was at school until now. Not sure if I'll continue this, but I do have ideas and this chapter was fun to write. This isn't one of my priorities though.
Excerpt:
It was a Thursday when my life suddenly derailed. Garfield may rail against Mondays, but let me tell you, Thursdays are the really rough ones. On Mondays you can still be optimistic about the week spread out before you. By the time you’ve gotten to Thursday, though, you’re worn out and ready for it to be Friday, only it’s not, so instead you suffer. Also, Thursdays are my long days, so that doesn’t help either.
This particular Thursday was pouring and miserable. I would much rather be curled up in a cozy corner with a warm cup of tea and a good book, but instead I was driving down the freeway before the sun was even up because I had an 8am class I needed to get to. I hated commuting. Sure, it was cheaper than living on campus, but it was an absolute pain, especially in times like this when everyone forgot how to drive.
I was mentally cursing the US’ lack of public transportation options that meant I had to do my own driving, when suddenly the car in front of me spun out of control. I slammed on my brakes, but with all the rain coming down, I found myself losing control as well. Shit, shit, shit. God, help me—
Suddenly, everything came to an abrupt stop. There was a crash, a flash of pain, and everything went black.
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My head was fuzzy. There was a… beeping? Some sort of noise in the distance. Was it my alarm? Was I late for school? There was also… a voice? Maybe? I couldn’t make out who was talking or what they were saying.
I was tired. I was really tired. I felt like my body was made of lead. Like I’d used too many blankets and was having one of those dreams where I was trapped and couldn’t move. Opening my eyes sounded like a truly monumental task, and I didn’t want to go to school anyway, so I didn’t and let myself sink back into sleep.
The next time I drifted towards consciousness, it was quieter. There was still that beeping itching away at me, but nothing else. Barely conscious, I felt fuzzy and separate from my body. My hand though—I could feel the barest sensation of another hand in mine. As soon as I had finally put that together, the hand was gone. I wanted it back. Was it my mother’s? I tried to call out to her but I couldn’t speak and soon I fell back asleep.
When I finally managed to wake up, it was bright and I couldn’t see. Eventually though, my eyes adjusted. Mama wasn’t there. I was lying in a hospital bed. I felt tired and weak and could barely move. There was a nurse in the room with me. She brightened when she saw I was awake.
“Mr Drake!” she said. “You’re awake!”
Keep reading on ao3!
#dc#bats + birds + affiliated#my fic#havendance writes#jack drake#tim drake#tim tag#carthago delenda est
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excerpts of the wips to make it easy for y'all to choose:
three words said through a million more
Kara ended the call and turned to grab her suit, instantly freezing at the sight that met her. Memories of the night before started coming back to her at the sight of one Lena Luthor rubbing sleepily at the corner of her eye.
Kara had invited Lena over for a movie night, arguing that it was a Friday and Lena didn't need to go into L-Corp early (or at all) the next day so they could marathon a trilogy before she went home. They'd ordered from Kara's favorite Chinese takeout place and Lena had brought dessert before they'd sat down and watched the Terminator movies, Kara's own pick of the week after her friend had shared how she'd never watched a "robot movie" before. Suffice to say, Lena did not go home.
2. hanahaki au
The first time Lena thought Kara might be able to love her back was when Maggie had arrested her.
While she was used to false accusations and surname-biased condemnation, she was not used to anyone standing up for her.
Lena’s spent her entire life having to fight for herself. From the moment she left Ireland to the day she lost Lex, Lena’s learned the hard way to never rely on anyone but herself.
Even when Kara seemed like she was fishing for answers, she’d stopped all her grilling just to defend Lena’s integrity.
It’s one of the things Lena first learned to appreciate about Kara—how she was willing to set aside tough conversations and disagreements to put their friendship first. To put Lena first.
She’s never had anyone put her first.
3. soulmate au
In the darkness and difficulty of being raised in the Luthor household, there were very few things Lena could rely on.
She had her wits. Her brain was one of the few things she could always trust. It’s why she worked so hard on keeping her thoughts sharp and ready—always waiting for the next problem she’d need to fix or person she’d need to impress (or not disappoint, in Lillian’s case).
She had Lex. Her brother loved her. He was a constant in the ever-changing sea of Lena’s life. She knew that if there was ever a problem she couldn’t solve, Lex would be there to teach her or encourage her to keep trying. She never had to impress Lex because he always reminded her that someday, she could be the best of them.
And when those two things didn’t help, well, she had her soul mark.
The two little promises wrapped comfortingly around her right hip.
Promises of a future where she wasn’t lonely or used. A future with someone who’d stand beside her and protect her from all the darkness being a Luthor has let into her life.
Two promises she swore to return once she finally met her soulmate.
4. ph uni au
Alex called her stupid.
More accurately, she called her a bobong baby bakla. And though Kara argued that she was actually using a great deal of scientific method in her approach, Alex didn't care. All her sister found both amusing and furstrating was the lengths Kara's decided to go through to find her "mystery girl." A woman who wasn't even really a mystery! Kara knew her name was Lena, she was an international student from the USA, her ID showed that she was from DLSU, and she was leaving campus on a Friday. That narrows down her search by quite a bit, thank you very much, Alex! Now, she just needed to put her deduction skills to use and see if she could find her.
bobong baby bakla = stupid baby gay
#supercorp#lena luthor#kara danvers#my writing#queer bread writes#polls for my writing#maus was right i need to decide this weekkkkk 😭#for my sanity and for anything to move forward
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[CN] Victor’s Carbon Pen and Glass Bead Event (Day 6)
⌚ This post contains detailed spoilers for content yet to be released on the global server! ⌚
✦ thursday || friday || saturday || sunday || monday || tuesday || wednesday
【High School Affiliated to Loveland University Second Year (Section 1) Semester Schedule - Tuesday】
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[MATH]:
Beginning with the morning self-study session, Old Gao naturally walks into the classroom, naturally hands out an impromptu quiz, and naturally starts grading the papers.
“Where’s Empress Dowager Hu? Has Old Gao ‘usurped the throne’?”
Victor remains as immovable as a mountain. After coming up with a tentative answer to the questions in his heart, he immediately takes out the exercise books for the other subjects–– realizing that if he doesn’t start now, he won’t have any opportunity to write throughout the day.
“Our Vic seems to be working hard. He’s even expanding into other subjects in the morning math study session.”
Old Gao unfolds the exam papers with a bright smile, “Children, your homeroom teacher is on leave today, so you’re all mine.”
“And of course, the evening self-study session also belongs to me.”
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[MATH]:
Observing Old Gao’s extraordinarily casual explanation of the complex question and his naturally upturned lips, Victor very cautiously and deliberately marks this question—
There’s an 80% chance it will appear in the end-of-month exam.
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[SPORTS]:
Strange Tales of Loveland High School Five (V):
Upon the completion of the weekly one-kilometer fitness test, the running track would give rise to peculiar species contorted in various poses.
Pale and gasping for air, they would be in desperate need of water. Yet, among them would be rare individuals with handsome and exquisite appearances who would continue to carry themselves with grace.
“Whew, still alive.”
The next second, Victor’s face turns slightly pale. He notices the PE teacher bringing out the sit-and-reach apparatus.
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[PHYSICS]:
After enduring an exceptionally dreadful “knowledge oppression,” Victor decides to broadcast some relaxing content during today’s lunchtime radio session.
In harmony with the melodious Symphony No. 41 in C Major, he begins reading excerpts from the Homeric epics.
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[CHEMISTRY]:
“A and B might have an innate tendency to react when brought together, although the time for their reaction differs. C and D will never yield any results no matter how long they’re together, and E needs to be catalyzed to have any connection with F.
Many things in the world are like this, and in reality, human connections follow the same principle. You require a significant amount of destiny to have that serendipity with someone.”
Hearing the teacher say this, Victor’s mind is filled with a distant silhouette.
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[CHINESE]:
“Sir Vic, do you really think the world will end in 2012?”
“What do you think the apocalypse would look like?”
Victor doesn’t say anything. He simply reaches into his desk and takes out a math book in a very natural manner.
Amidst a chorus of agonized groans, that man walks in once again.
If the apocalypse were to happen, it would probably be a day filled with eight consecutive math classes.
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[ENGLISH]:
A comforting listening test.
Brother Ying, in a rare feat, has managed to secure the computer lab, so he assigns something practical for everyone to do.
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[BIOLOGY]:
The power that erupts from silence should not be underestimated.
— After the teacher’s first burst of anger, the biology class has a 100% attendance rate.
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✧ next stop: Wednesday
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#HHHHH “SERENDIPITY” HHHH REMEMBERING THE VERY FIRST THING HE TELLS YOU ABOUT WHEN YOU START THE GAME AS A NEW PLAYER😭#haha i kid you not when i tell you THE ENTIRE SCHOOL GUSHES OVER HOW HANDSOME THIS LITTLE GUY IS -you’ll find out tomorrow what i mean lol-#I MEAN WHO COULD BLAME THEM AKSJSJSDGFG LITERAL PERFECTION IN ONE PACKAGE FROM LOOKS DOWN TO THE SKILLS 🫠🫠#also why are these teachers such bully LOL like literal evil aksjsjsdgfg ( ≧Д≦)#mlqc victor#mlqc li zeyan#mlqc#mr love victor#mr love queen's choice#李泽言#恋与制作人#love and producer#mlqc cn#mlqc spoilers#mlqc translations
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waiting for us by sunflowersfield
waiting for us
by sunflowersfield
T, 3k, Wangxian
Summary: Wei Ying is in the middle of cooking dinner when Lan Zhan walks into the apartment on Friday night. As soon as the door opens, Wei Ying drops his knife onto the counter with a clatter, abandoning his recipe so that he can throw his arms around Lan Zhan and pull him close.
“You’re here!” he exclaims, grinning when he feels Lan Zhan’s arms curl around his waist.
“I am here,” Lan Zhan replies in his steady, calming voice, and Wei Ying’s smile grows wider.
Or: Wei Ying and Lan Zhan attend different colleges, but they spend every weekend together.
Kay's comments: This story is just so soft and full of fluff and goodness! Absolutely lovely. In which Lan Zhan and Wei Ying are childhood friends that now go to different universities but still visit each other every weekend. I really loved Wei Ying's view on falling in love and his slow and gentle realization.
Excerpt: “I know I say it every time you’re here. But I can’t imagine this sofa bed is very comfortable. You know you can just sleep in my bed, right?”
“I do not wish to crowd you,” Lan Zhan responds, and he seems to realize, at that moment, that he is still gripping Wei Ying’s hand.
He lets go.
Wei Ying frowns. He doesn’t know how to explain that it would be impossible for Lan Zhan to crowd him. Even when he embraces Lan Zhan, it still feels as though he is too far away. He doesn’t know how to describe the emptiness that he feels as he tries to fall asleep in his own bed, knowing that Lan Zhan is fast asleep in the next room.
It is very late, and he does not have the words, so he pats Lan Zhan on the arm and says goodnight.
For now, that will have to be enough.
pov wei wuxian, modern setting, modern no powers, college/university, childhood friends, falling in love, mutual pining, developing relationship, sharing a bed, neurodiversity, friends to lovers, getting together, happy ending, long-distance friendship, first kiss, domestic fluff, short & sweet
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(Please REBLOG as a signal boost for this hard-working author if you like – or think others might like – this story.
#Wangxian Fic Rec#The Untamed#Wangxian#MDZS#Kay's Rec#October 2023#waiting for us#sunflowersfield#Teen#short fic <15k#pov wei wuxian#modern setting#modern no powers#college/university#childhood friends#falling in love#mutual pining#developing relationship#sharing a bed#neurodiversity#friends to lovers#getting together#happy ending#long-distance friendship#first kiss#domestic fluff#short & sweet
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Writing Patterns (Tag Game)
Rules: list the first line of your last 10 (posted) fics and see if there's a pattern!
Thanks for the tag @goddammitjim ! I can't remember when I've last done something like this but hopefully I've created at least 10 new fics since then
"Ben silently watches Cody read." - Feast, my 2nd edwardian wlw codywan
"Cody’s hands are sweating inside his gloves." - Tending Towards Silence, a sombre cody retrospective
" . . . Thus [the Clone Soldier Facility Language] is arguably a pidgin, despite its novel morphology and phonology formulated under isolated conditions." - Abstand and Ausbau, an in-universe media fic for an unelaborated xmen au codywan
"[Typed blue header text: Writing Module.] [In pencil:] Today me and fives and rRex got to punch the big bags [Evidence 03.53.11] to see if we are strong now and I moved it 3 inchs!" - Tunneling, the sequel-ish to Abstand and Ausbau xmen au with a confusing piece of annotated in-universe media at the beginning that tripped me up while doing this tag game
"Ovens these days are such untrustworthy things." - Milk, Sugar, Cocoa, a The Old Guard codywan where they make brownies
"One day, a swan-maiden lands on an imprisoned isle." - Monday: Fairy Tale/Mythology, a wlw codywan au for @order63
"Excerpt from elle.com/culture/celebrities, Aug, 2022. The perfect phrase to describe Cody Fett and Obi-Wan Kenobi as a couple is ‘stage presence’." - Tuesday: Arts Professions, a wlw codywan au for Order 63 with stage actress obi-wan and glam rocker cody that also has in-universe media why do I do this to myself
"Cody understands why they call it a snowstorm, when your TV is full of white noise, an endless, blurry white and grey." - Wednesday: Alt Prompt Snowstorm, a wlw codywan au for Order 63, there's a video store
"They’ve been sharing the lodge for the past couple days, a perfect example of genial skiing sports relations." - Thursday: Sports, a wlw codywan au for Order 63, with wintersports
"In Florence, they share a suite that looks out over the high, sharp tower of the Santa Croce Basilica, but the view that truly arrests Ben is the one from the top staircase window." - Friday: Historical, a wlw codywan au for Order 63, and we're back where this list started with edwardian ladies!
Patterns? I think my first lines have gotten shorter over the years maybe, and there's a lot of in-universe media excerpts cluttering up the place lol. I like finding characters mid-way through actions just as much as I like describing a setting, apparently!
I'm not sure who's been tagged, so I'll go with @cabezadeperro and @lttrsfrmlnrrgby and @elwenyere and @adiduck ? I'm sure I'm crossing over into lore's tagged people now so mwah goodnight <3
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EXCERPT #1:
Hello. I hope somebody is listening.
I’ve had a tough week. Not like I compare the days anymore, as I did when I first found myself in the City; writing, describing, counting all the horrors I saw each day, how this one cyborg was particularly resilient… These interactions have become monotonous for me now.
Something that is forever changing around here, however… The air. Besides its dreadful quality from day one, the metallic dust clusters more and more everyday, making particular spots worse than others. You never realise you may be walking through a bad spot until you suddenly start coughing, almost wishing you had listened to your parents and brought that old inhaler with you. I truly think my asthma might be coming back. The only guidance for your guaranteed escape is the blinding, bright lights of the City’s street lamps and advertisements…
I keep wishing that one of these days, I’ll follow a light and it will lead me to you, February. You truly do shine brighter than the others.
[...]
But, February, I’m scared I’m losing sight of you. The lights, the air… I see one less star in the night sky as each day passes. I almost hope its pollution worsening my view, because if not, the exploded stars must have finally finished travelling to earth, and I’m caught up to the present.
I don’t like it.
I’ve decided I will forever live in the past, where you are February, and maybe, one day, we will see each other again. If I remain in the present, who knows what will come of the sky. I witness its losses of its sparkle the longer I am here.
How do I know, February, that you are still with me? How do I know you haven’t left? It would be nice to hear from you. When we last saw each other, you shone so bright. Would you burn as bright in the sky in Universe City? You never did like the City either. I only wish to get out just as you did.
Perhaps I was right. Perhaps you already have exploded. I would’ve expected you to shine forever. Or perhaps the City has destroyed our contact too. My contact. It was almost parasocial. Voyeuristic. Though I do wonder if you were ever looking for me too.
Is it too ambitious? To hope you still see me? To hope you still care? To hope you never left me in the first place? Perhaps I am too ambitious, perhaps I shouldn’t get ahead of myself. But I could only wish to fly too close to the sun.
Because maybe I’d get a glimpse of you, February, in my final seconds.
[…]
#radio silence#osemanverse#alice oseman#universe city#aled last#february friday#universe-friday#universe city podcast#carys last#frances janvier#heartstopper#universe city excerpt#original work#daniel jun#radio silence book
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THIS IS A @universe-friday PSA:
thalia is NOT nor inspired by a pre-existing osemanverse character!
#seeing too many theories and after last night's excerpt i feel like i have to clarify finally#like guys#we both read the same thing right?#well i wrote it but still#i would love to bring in a character aled creates inspired by another person#at some point#actually i DEFINITELY will#but i swear i am not trying to allude to any character with thalia right now#i think people should go over their universe city facts...#what kind of characters DOES aled create?#maybe... other than.... sidekicks...#and there will be a lot more where that came from!#anyway this isn't to tell anyone off#but just to make it clear before it becomes problematic . thank you#aled last#alice oseman#radio silence#universe city#osemanverse#february friday#carys last#frances janvier#ask me anything#original fiction#heartstopper#hstv#aled and frances#daniel jun#friday answers post#universe friday
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Do A Flip, chapter 6 excerpt: at last (i)
Whoever decided that dancing should be on the phys ed curriculum obviously hated ten-year-olds. Maybe they were attacked by a group of ten-year-olds once, and swore they’d get their revenge. Or maybe they were just born evil. Both options seem equally likely.
Diego has his phys ed last on a Friday, which is normally awesome, because it means he ends the week playing capture the flag or soccer. Today was a betrayal of mammoth proportions, and he might never recover.
He complains almost the whole walk from school to the apartment, which is maybe a little whiny of him, but he figures he’s earned it, after tripping over his own feet and being forced to awkwardly hold hands with eight different people.
“It’s the worst,” he tells Ava. “And I’m the worst at it. Do you know how bad that is? I’m the most embarrassing person at the most embarrassing thing.”
Ava grimaces sympathetically. “Yikes. At least it’s only for a few weeks, though, right? Then you’ll be onto a new unit.”
“Weeks, Ava. That’s forever. I fell over. And everyone saw.”
It’s not like Ava doesn’t fall over — more often than he does, really — but Ava can just laugh it off. And while Diego doesn’t mind accidentally doing dumb stuff around Ava or Beatrice, it’s another thing entirely to do something dumb in front of his whole class. Laughing it off is simply not an option.
“Do you think Mother Superion would write me a sick note to get out of it?”
Ava pats him on the shoulder. “Not in a million years, bud.”
Diego groans.
“Maybe we can help you practice, though? I missed that unit — I can only do cool dancing. But Beatrice was made to do all that fancy shit when she was growing up. She could totally teach both of us if we ask nicely.”
He doesn’t want to practice, or ever dance again for as long as he lives.
He also doesn’t want to fall over in public for a second time, though, so he nods.
An hour later, when Beatrice gets back from university, they push the couch and beanbag to the side and clear an area in the living room.
“I used to really hate dancing too,” Beatrice admits, after he sighs a bit tragically at the prospect of trying again.
“You did?”
Even now, it’s rare for Beatrice to mention her childhood; he hardly knows anything about what she was like at his age, and it’s impossible to picture — he can’t imagine Beatrice as being any different than she is.
But that’s not true, really, is it? Beatrice is very Beatrice, but she’s still changed so much since he met her.
“Every second of it,” she says. “I didn’t like having to be that close to people I didn’t know, and I always felt like everyone was looking at me and waiting for me to mess it up.”
The only thing he’s ever seen Beatrice actually mess up is hot chocolate, and that’s because they have differing opinions about how much chocolate powder is required.
“Did you ever mess up?” he asks.
“Lots. But it was okay,” she promises. “And it got easier once I stopped thinking of it as a performance and started thinking of it more as a pattern. It’s like aikido that way. They’re just different kinds of movement.”
Diego stands on one side of Beatrice and Ava stands on the other and together they slowly step through the footwork for the dance he has to do for class. It’s much less stressful without his teacher and his classmates there.
Plus, he’s better than Ava at it, so that doesn’t hurt.
They run it through a bunch of times, until it feels like it’s slid from the front of his mind to the back, and he doesn’t have to whisper-count or struggle to remember what comes next.
“There you go,” Beatrice says. “You’ve got it.”
He preens, pleased with himself, and flops onto the couch. That’s more than enough learning for one day, especially now that he’s good at it.
It leaves him watching Ava struggle, until eventually Beatrice adjusts her approach, and switches around so Ava is in front of her. She sets Ava’s hands on her shoulders.
“Just like a mirror,” Beatrice tells her.
Ava improves almost suspiciously quickly, her smile bright as she moves when Beatrice moves.
It’s kind of pretty, actually; the patterns Beatrice was talking about are easier to see from the outside. They’re not particularly smooth, but both of them are laughing, and he supposes that being smooth isn’t the point.
“Why did you have to learn dancing?” he asks.
“My mother wanted me to,” Beatrice says. “She felt it would — she was hoping it would make me more — well, it was important to her, so I went. I haven’t done this kind of dancing in a long time.”
“How long?”
“Years and years.” Another step, another step, another step: a new pattern. “It’s nice to try it again.”
Ava spins herself in a twirl that is definitely not part of the dance, but Beatrice goes along with it anyway before gently pulling her back in.
#ok so the whole chapter got longer and now it's not going to be up until probably tomorrow#but i did promise sunday night so here is a little slice from the chapter#despite allegedly being half a chapter it is now over 10k#sunsafewriting#avatrice#avatrice fanfic#avatrice fic#beatrice x ava
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Have you ever listened to welcome to nightvale? Oseman mentions it as being an inspiration for radio silence (the podcast), but nightvale is a bit more action heavy. Would radio silence have been even cooler if Aled added an epic action scene with febuary friday?
admittedly i have only listened to the pilot … it freaked me out a lot more than i expected!! i’m not good with horror and i know it’s not… HORROR horror but even like atmospheric horror can get me
but i did really enjoy it nevertheless, and i could absolutely hear the similarities between that and universe city
and HAH hm i know universe city had guest speakers particularly toulouse/frances, and probably could’ve had something like that
maybe not february (carys) since radio isn’t actually in touch with them, and instead just leaves letters for them at the end of excerpts.
there is so much of radio silence that we don’t get to see (which is why i adore @universe-friday so much peace n love) so who knows aled could’ve written one or even a few in! he seems like he would have fun with that honestly
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I'm a HUGE fan of Stardew Valley, but the inclusivity is a little.. Lacking. I took it upon myself (as a cure for boredom) to doodle up a few diverse NPCs for the Stardew Valley world.
For the next few posts I will be making and explaining (in depth) my NPCs and how they fit into the universe.
First up is Shay Roe!
Shay is a 36 year old trans woman who is predominantly post-transition and very comfortable in her own skin; as an NPC she isn't seen until you have finished / only if you finish the Jumino quests, where she appears at your doorstep, mentioning the Juminos told her you were a friend of the forest so she just had to meet you. Her house, however, cannot be found unless you pass through the treeline during the flower dance, where you will find her cabin; if you find her this way before completing the Jumino quests you will unlock a scene of her struggling to piece together a few slabs of runic text, if you offer to help her this is also a way to unlock her as a villager!
Shay is a translator for the arcane, having the ability to speak Dwarf, Jumino, Shadow creature and Runic (such as the runes seen in the caves!); she works closely with Gunther and he usually refers to her as his 'right hand woman'.
Villagers she seems close with are Rasmodeus, who she claims to have had an 'on-and-off' relationship with, Caroline who she lovingly teases, recalling her wedding where Pierre got so nervous he fainted. Her closest friend by far is Jodie, who she recalls staying with when she first came to the valley; at her four heart event (or around there) if you enter Jodie's house she can be found inside, looking at baby photos of Sam, she explains she is his god mother, as she is the god mother to Vincent too and explains she can recall when most of the younger members of the valley came into the world, or when they first crossed paths.
Shay is a bachelorette but is quite difficult to take beyond friendship; she expresses that she is often too busy with work for relationships, but as you progress with her she will start to take time for herself and put more effort into seeing you.
Trivia:
Shay loves / likes - Fried Calamari, Topaz, Amethyst, all artisanal goods except from all types of honey (which she hates!), Star fruit, ancient fruit, Autumn Bounty, Salad, Truffle Oil / Truffles in general and all forged metal bars (copper, iron, gold, iridium, radioactive etc. Rarer the mineral, the more she loves it)
Shay Hates / Dislikes - Prismatic Shard, diamond, Weeds, Joja Cola, All Trash, Rotten Plants, All Bait, Magnet, Sap, Fish, Seaweed, All Algae, Hay, Sea Urchin, Bug Meat, Snail, Slime, Oil of Garlic, Strange Bun, Void Mayonnaise, ALL flowers except Poppy, both Pink and Chocolate cakes and Frozen Tears.
Upon discovering her house and looking inside, a note can be seen on her coffee table; it is a snippet from a news paper, suggesting that a 14 year old Mason Roe is missing. The excerpt is dated from the first year of gameplay.
Shay can be found -
Monday - Walking around town from 8:30am onwards, returns home at 12 midnight.
Tuesday - Joins the girls (and Harvey) for their workout class, she stands beside Harvey and can be seen cheering him on. Returns home after the class.
Wednesday - Visits Marnie at 8:30am, if you walk pas the pair together speech bubbles read 'Really, with the mayor?' and 'Under a bush???'. Returns home when Marnie closes.
Thursday - Visits pub, can be found drinking wine and eating an autumn bounty. Returns home at 12 midnight.
Friday - Enters pub at 12 noon, sits on the table shared by elliott and co; can be found drinking wine and gossiping.
Saturday - Visits Krobus in the sewers, can be found talking to him and gossiping. Returns home at midnight.
Sunday - Visits the Dwarf in the caves, can be found talking to her and gossiping. Returns home at midnight.
Heart events
2 Hearts - Shay appears at your doorstep after you have completed the Jumino quests, proclaiming how cool it is to finally see the community centre back how it used to be when she was a kid; she walks you there and talks to a yellow Jumino, where she translates that the Juminos are very pleased with you and that they'll now be able to help you (a nod to the Junimo huts you can buy /earn)
4 Hearts - Shay is found sat on Jodie's sofa, looking through a book of photos; she notices you and starts to gush about having lived with Jodie while she was pregnant with Sam and how she is Sam and Vincent's god mother. She explains how she's seen all the younger characters in the village grow up, admitting that she worries about the Mulners, despite her animosity with George (the reason they are 'enemies' isnt clear at this point).
5 Hearts - Shay invites you to stay at her's for the night, suggesting you join her for a pamper day as your farm seems to have you stressed; when you get there, you can view a film exclusive to befriending her and, if you agree you like the film, you can receive an exclusive film poster! she puts a face mask on you and you chill, enjoying jasmine tea and a film.
6 Hearts - Shay can be found talking to Evelyn outside of her house when George wheels out; the tension between George and Shay turns to arguing, George admits that he doesn't like her because he thinks she's a witch, that's why she's so close to Rasmodeus, but she denies it. You have to choose a side, whoever's side you DO NOT choose you lose a heart with. If you choose Shay's side she takes you back to the woods and admits that George isn't the only one who is cruel to her, that Kent didn't like how close Jodie and Shay had got so kicked her out and that she has been yelled at by willy a few times for washing herself in the river (she cannot get running water where she lives). she admits you are one of the few people she trusts, and that you're her best friend, that she knows she can rely on you
8 Hearts - At her 8 heart event, Shay can be found trying to pick a dress to wear to whatever celebration is coming up (dress options customised to the event coming up closest to this event!); she'll ask you to choose a dress and jokingly offer you one, if you accept you will be put in a dress and dance with her in the forest clearing outside of her house. Once you stop dancing she will become flustered and try to laugh it off, you can now ask her out!
#stardew valley#stardew valley oc#stardew oc#sdv oc#sdv npc oc#stardew valley npc#oc art#oc artwork#oc artist#original character#digital art#my art#artists on tumblr#lore drop#lore dump#world building#oc writing#oc info
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