yunessa
Yunessa, Bard by Trade
Just a bard by trade. Primarily Pathfinder: Wrath of the Righteous stuff mixed with my ooc. Story posted on A03 primarily.
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Posted a new chapter today. But man, I want to wash my hair, it feels grimy when I can't wash it. One more day.
I appreciate he ask that was sent my way. it was very kind and more distracting than the bandage was.
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reminder to worldbuilders: don't get caught up in things that aren't important to the story you're writing, like plot and characters! instead, try to focus on what readers actually care about: detailed plate tectonics
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"Why can't the freaks on AO3 just go and make a site for all the gross stuff and leave AO3 alone."
Because AO3 is that site. Because AO3 was that site long before you decided AO3 was better than the sites you bullied us off of before, and I can promise you if someone somehow comes up with a fanfic site you like better specifically for the 'gross stuff' you'll try to bully us off that too so you can benefit from it.
AO3's specific core purpose is to preserve fanfiction, yes, but it was also instigated as a host site for the fanfiction that kept getting yeeted off other platforms like Wattpad. Its designed to preserve all fanfiction, not just the fanfiction you, personally, think is 'allowed' to be written.
AO3 is the site for all the gross stuff the freaks make. We've been there just as long as you. We've been funding it just as long as you have. AO3 has specifically said you have a place here. The timeline was literally:
Wattpad/FF.net/LiveJournal purge fanfics > AO3 is born > The people who's fics got purged moved over to AO3 > AO3 gains popularity as the best functioning site > The people who pushed for the fics to be purged off Wattpad move to AO3 > The same people try to push for AO3 to purge fics.
AO3's source coding is open-access. You go make a polished, strict, rigid site where nothing 'icky' is allowed. You go make a site where you can control what is hosted. We already have our space.
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Your fave is problematic: OC edition
Ask me about one of my OCs and I’ll list out why they’re problematic.
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A Mournful tune.
"Ah." The elven bard pauses. The firelight reflects off their eyes in the night, revealing the red eyes of a predator. "Did you come for a song? This one took me a bit, I'll admit. Hold on..." They reach out for their lyre, taking a few minutes to start plucking away at the strings with their ear tilted downwards.
"Allright, you wanted a song, right? Here we go?" Their fingers moved smoothly over the lyre, plucking at the strings. The deep sounds of their lyre compliment the bard's voice as they began to sing in a sombre voice.
In the shadows cast by the dying sun, I sing my somber tale
For the memories I’ve lost, the loves that turned stale
The tattered remains of their memories linger in the quiet winter night
As I strum my lyre under the pale moonlight
Shreds of memories, these snippets of memory
The absence of what I was wanting to tear me apart at the seams
I sing for the ones I’ve lost, for those I cannot forget.
Their voices echo in my soul, an ember, a spark!
Keeping their memories alive
I hope they hear me when I sing their names
In this slow mournful melody, in this endless refrain
In the silence of the caves, I call out their names
Only to be met with echoes and pain
I sing for the ones I’ve lost, but I sing now for those I cannot forget
Their voices echo in my soul, an ember, a spark!
Keeping myself alive in the endless dark.
Out of my reach but never far, a handful of sparks to guide me
Their memories are like a tapestry, woven deep within me.
Their absence a voice, a never-ending stormy sea
I hold onto the sparks they left in my soul like a whispered prayer
Hoping that somehow they’ll all still be there.
I sing for what I’ve lost, but now I sing for what I cannot forget.
My companions, my friends, their voices echo in my soul, a melody of hope
I will give my heart, my soul, my everything
And still I don’t give enough
I sang for what I’ve lost, what my past self would regret
In this slow mournful melody, a gentle caress
But now I must go, to protect those little sparks inside me
That they may one day blaze into an eternal flame.
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Gonna start writing a new chapter this week. Stiff as can be but feeling like I'm doing nicely.
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Kind of a meta-question: I know Yunessa's past is kind of like a gaping maw of blankness at times thanks to their curse. Do you know what happened in the blank patches, or is it as unknown to you as it is to them, or is it somewhere in between?
If you do know some of what went on in the blank patches, what is your favorite story/trait/person/etc. that Yunessa has forgotten?
I know what happened to Yunessa in the blank patches. I always keep it a bit loose in case I need it to be changed. But I have a story. Thank you for the ask @offsidekineticist
In the northernmost regions of Kyonin, bordering Razmiran and Sevenarches there is a cottage at the very edges of the elven forest. A lovely cottage overseeing a field of fragrant purple irises. Laying on the cottage's porch was an old dog with hair more white than brown. The do watched the field or irises as it listened to the conversation inside. Their master had moved many times since the dog had been born and this place was perhaps the quietest home of all.
"- why would you even go there. Your parents are worried enough-"
"It's like the world has risks? By the Gods, next you'll be the one telling me to stay and focus on having children." Their master left the inside of the cottage. Pitch black eyes lightening as they spotted their elderly dog. "Look at you! My baby!"
The dog rolled over as their master kneeled by it, scratching it gently. "Did you sleep well friend?" The old dog responded by wiggling its stubby tail with great enthusiasm.
"Oh, is that so?" Their master smiled as they rose up. "Do you mind escorting him back to town?" Master's visitor scowled as he walked outside. "I won't be gone long, promise."
Master's visitor bickered with their friend as the old dog stretched. It was a friendly light bickering touched by worry the dog didn't share. When Master clicked their tongue the old dog walked over to the friend, ready to escort him back home.
"Good girl, eh?" Their master kneeled in front of them. "Allright. You be good. I won't be long Yunessa." They kissed the top of the dog's head. "My precious girl."
"You love the dog to much." The friend grumped.
"Because nothing in this world loves me like she does."
When the two parted, the dog walked back home on its own with no fear- there were plenty of spells on the collar itwore to keep it safe from potential dangers. When it arrived home, the dog went to rest on its bed and wait.
It waited until morning when the birds woke and gentle rains thundered in the sky.
It waited the next day, leaving only to hunt and feed itself.
It waited the next day and the day after that, knowing their owner would return to them.
Days became a week. The friend returned to search for their Master, moving in the cabin and around the forest. The friend tried to coax the dog to come with it.
The dog refused. it would wait.
And it did wait. Until all their fur was white and the cabin went from well kept to derelict. The dog would remain curled up on its porch bed, waiting for their master.
In a cabin in the woods lays a stone marker. Now covered in moss and butterflies as the dog still waits for its owner to return. It bears the dog's name with a inscription of how loved it was.
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I'm going into surgery on Tuesday. My surgeon does this sort of thing often so I'm not worried about it at all. However after surgery it'll be a rough few days for me (Gotta follow all the instructions to heal up!) , so I'd appreciate any distractions.
Any sort of asks /what ifs/ scenarios/IC thing/ any distraction to spam my inbox - anything at all- would be helpful and I'd really appreciate it. Please and thank you friends.
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So today I got a rather unkind comment on AO3 (one could call it hate), but I believe it to be a bot for several reasons:
Guest account, but username attached
Said username exists but person is unlikely to be reading Tolkien fic (according to their Tumblr and AO3, they are in other fandoms)
Two grammatically correct sentences
Super generic text that could apply to any fic:
"I've seen better fanfiction written by a toddler. Get it together!"
I'm curious, did anyone else get comments like this? Let me know.
And to those who have gotten rude comments and are now worried/upset: Maybe it was just a bot too. Either way: You're awesome for putting your writing out there for others to enjoy and you don't deserve to get rude comments for it. If you want feel free to message me to compare cases and discuss details :)
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in much more interesting news, today at work I got to explore an abandoned 500-year-old castle, seized by the state because of the owner's massive tax evasion
we spent an hour and half going all over the grounds, I'd never felt so #urbex
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I'm going into surgery on Tuesday. My surgeon does this sort of thing often so I'm not worried about it at all. However after surgery it'll be a rough few days for me (Gotta follow all the instructions to heal up!) , so I'd appreciate any distractions.
Any sort of asks /what ifs/ scenarios/IC thing/ any distraction to spam my inbox - anything at all- would be helpful and I'd really appreciate it. Please and thank you friends.
#please#even if I haven't posted or reblogged that OC ask/scenario post#I would love the distraction#And I would appreciate it.#and thank you
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🌹 Elena & Dance Fever 🌹
Because I've been listing to Florence + the Machine non stop and they have amazing album covers 🌹
Roses<3 so red and green are her colours, and roses her flowers, but i swapped the night sky and moon for daylight and a sun, to reflect Elenas aspirations & her more joy seeking attitude- and similar with the plants, still roses, but now dethorned and protecting her as well as reaching out and for the skys.
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I have three commissions I'm waiting on and I am being patient. But I am excited for them. Super excited. ;';
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