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@bluejadedragon
Introducing Me :)
Hello!
I'm a writer who started on ao3, but am now on tumblr!
I tend to lurk, but I'll try to post what will probably be WIPs and snippets.
Feel free to message asking questions! My anxiety might make it take time, but I will always try to respond.
My main fandom is Multiverse Tales by Popcross Studios on youtube, but I do know other stuff!
:D
““When I was about 20 years old, I met an old pastor’s wife who told me that when she was young and had her first child, she didn’t believe in striking children, although spanking kids with a switch pulled from a tree was standard punishment at the time. But one day, when her son was four or five, he did something that she felt warranted a spanking–the first in his life. She told him that he would have to go outside himself and find a switch for her to hit him with. The boy was gone a long time. And when he came back in, he was crying. He said to her, “Mama, I couldn’t find a switch, but here’s a rock that you can throw at me.” All of a sudden the mother understood how the situation felt from the child’s point of view: that if my mother wants to hurt me, then it makes no difference what she does it with; she might as well do it with a stone. And the mother took the boy into her lap and they both cried. Then she laid the rock on a shelf in the kitchen to remind herself forever: never violence. And that is something I think everyone should keep in mind. Because if violence begins in the nursery one can raise children into violence.””
— Astrid Lindgren, author of Pippi Longstocking, 1978 Peace Prize Acceptance Speech (via jillymomcraftypants)
In 1978, when she received the Peace Prize of the German Book Trade, Lindgren spoke against corporal punishment of children in a speech entitled Never Violence! After that, she teamed up with scientists, journalists and politicians to promote non-violent upbringing. In 1979, a law was introduced in Sweden prohibiting violence against children in response to her demands. Until then there was no such law anywhere in the world.
What a legacy. We’re so lucky to have had her.
hyperfixating on a fictional woman who went underdeveloped in canon is literally FUN and the 80-90% of fandom people who only do the same for background character men have no idea of the degree to which they are fucking missing out
no tumblr i have faith that this post will be found by the enlightened 10-20 percent
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hour 1 of thinking about an underdeveloped woman: idk it would've been nice if she had more screentime
hour 100 of thinking about an underdeveloped woman: ok but despite having only eight lines of dialogue she is literally THE most interesting nuanced and tragic character in the entire series and these writers had no idea what they even had. how is no one else seeing this it's literally so objectively obvious
Made A Lost To The Stars Playlist
Wanted to share (: Feel free to comment songs you think'd fit.
@bluejadedragon :D
the "sharp gang are fucking terrifying" thread is giving me brain rot so here's a strength tier list
I might do a full powerscale on them later, I'm not sure tho
As one of the people who started that thread you are very welcome! I'm so glad more people are realising how utterly BROKEN Astra is 😁
Reblog if you write fanfic and would be totally down with your followers coming into you askbox and talking to you about your fic
Aaaaah, the little bunnies! They're so cute! I love them!!!!!! You're so talented- Astra's grass hair and Alexis' gold accessories in her tail and Sterling's lil' fluffball tail are all so adorable!!! TYSM :DDDDDDDD
More Sneak Peaks to WIPS (because I haven't finished any and I really need to)
1. Mermay? Sharpagne? More likely than you'd think.
His eyes snapped up, his first thought being another employee had found him and was going to start harassing him. Nobody was running up the beach though, instead a frothing disturbance a few hundred metres away drew his gaze. With a furrowed brow, he fixed his bookmark before leaving his book on the rock, standing to approach the racket.
An angry snarl threatened to escape as his closer inspection revealed something trapped in a discarded fishing net. It was large, and shimmering bluish scales shone as a thick tail smacked against the bank, distressed trills filling the air above the splashing. Champagne sighed quietly, approaching slowly as he called out.
“Easy there, buddy, you’re gonna get hurt if you keep thrashing like that.”
To his disappointment, that only seemed to make the creature more distressed, the trills cutting off as the tail slammed painfully against the sand and rope. Champagne winced as he noted a small trickle of red spilling between iridescent scales. If they kept this up, they could get seriously hurt- a severed fin or worse.
“Easy there, easy, let’s get that off you, ey?”
He reached forward, grabbing the net and pulling slightly to get the creature fully onto the wet sand dividing the beach and ocean. He tugged a tattered cover off the old net with a wrinkled nose, turning back to continue freeing the creature before freezing.
Blue-green eyes that matched the shimmering tail stared back at him.
Champagne swallowed thickly. A mer. He was freeing a- a mer. Okay. Wow.
“Hi there.” He said softly, reaching to slowly start untangling the rope from around the large blue-green tail. The mer didn’t respond, watching him intently with wide, wide eyes, hands curling into sand, body tense.
2. Losing Ourselves on the Interstate
The kid fell asleep sometime before the border cross into Pennsylvania. Benny didn’t mind, happy to let the kid rest as long as they needed. The dark bags under their eyes certainly suggested they needed it. They blinked awake as Benny turned off to a pit stop. He didn’t plan to stay long, a few hours of sleep maybe, but the look in the kid’s eyes as they stopped at a slightly shabby carpark made him hesitate.
“Hey, Astra? Do you want to keep moving? We don’t have to stay.” Look, don’t judge, he tries, okay? He never claimed to be the best when it came to people, but even he could tell something was off with the kid.
“No.” They breathed. Their eyes were fixed on the wildflowers growing by the toilet block.
“You sure?”
“Yes.” The bite is back, but it has no real heat to it. “Bathroom.”
And then they’re gone, disappeared into the dark. Benny let out a soft sigh, then grabbed his favoured green blanket, climbed into the back and curled up to catch a few hours of shut eye. With the van off, the sounds of wildlife drifted through the metal plating to reach his ears. Tiredly, he rolled over, pillowed his head on his arm, and sunk into the depth of sleep.
A door opening caused him to stir in his sleep, but a quiet, “you can keep sleeping” stopped him from waking completely.
It was only when the sun began to rise nearly six hours after he initially fell asleep that Benny properly woke. With a grunt, he pushed himself up and into the front seat. He kicked the door open, stepped out and stretched, watching the sky transform as he leaned against the van’s front. He glanced over as Astra rounded the bonnet to sit above the number plate. In their hand was a thermos that they offered Benny.
“Coffee.” They said by way of explanation at Benny’s odd look. It was decent coffee. Once he was feeling more awake, Benny hopped back into his seat and warmed up the engine.
“Come on kid. Let's go get some real breakfast.”
Astra nodded.
“Can we pick up some crickets from a pet store too?”
Benny frowned and turned to ask before pausing. His gaze flicked from the creature on his dash to the kid next to him.
“Where did you get that.” He asked flatly. Astra scooped the critter up and placed it in a small container.
“Behind the toilets. I don’t know how long they were there for. I don’t know if they’ll live, but they were an abandoned pet. Have to be. Leachie’s aren’t native here. And this one’s just a baby.”
Benny elected not to question the seemingly random reptile trivia, instead sighing and not trying too hard to hide his smirk. “Alright kid. Let’s get all three of us fed up, ‘ey?” Astra looked up at him with something like hope in their eyes, before looking down at the critter -leachie- with a small smile.
“Yeah.”
3. Sneak Peak to Chapter 11 of LttS
Jake muttered his goodbyes, mind a mess he was trying to clean as he kicked off the side of the building. The other’s had gotten used to his odd form of travel, only offering calls to be careful now instead of the shocked gasps he’d heard the first time they’d seen him fly. The wind whipped his hair about his face and he closed his eyes, imagining his worries being blown off his back. Unfortunately, it was this relaxation that allowed him to pick up on the sounds of yelping.
His eyes snapped open and he was diving before he could think, goop covering his eyes to protect against the wind. He barely had time to process where he was going before he found his target.
He felt his blood boil.
“HEY!” He yelled, dust flicking around him and condensing in his goo as he landed, skin pricking with anger. The group jumped before turning on him.The ringmaster glared at him, but Jake wasn’t looking at him. Instead, he was staring daggers into the teen a few steps behind the leader. A very familiar teen who he’d seen only a few weeks ago in a dark alley.
“What do you think you’re-” “Two options.” Jake cut off, voice pitched low and dangerous. “Either you can step away from that fine woman there, or I can make you.”
He grinned at that, all teeth and no spark, before flicking a small orb to land straight between the leader’s eyes. “So, what’ll it be?”
The group charged.
- - - - - - -
Annie was beginning to wonder if her new friend was the cause of her series of unfortunate events.
Release of the WIPs that I may or may not continue. (:
1. Angel From Manhattan
Sterling jolted awake in the middle of the night, something startling him awake. He looked around frantically, then to his window as a loud thunk echoed through his room. Across the room, Alexis stirred, muttering into her blankets.
Hurriedly, Sterling opened the window and looked out. Through the dark of night, he could just make out a figure standing on a patch of grass below his window. He climbed out, hurrying down the old brick wall, grateful for their apartment being only on the second floor. As soon as his feet hit the ground, a warm hand wrapped around his and pulled him around.
“Angel?”
The woman in front of him was staring into his eyes, her once blue eyes glowing a soft orange. Frowning, Sterling pulled his hand from hers.
“Hey!”
“Sorry.” Angel shook her head, then stepped back, walking toward the street. Confused by her lack of conversation, Sterling followed her, eyes darting.
Something was off.
“What’s wrong?”
Angel halted by a motorbike. It was beautiful, dark and sleek. Definitely not something she could afford.
“I’m getting out of the city.”
2. Big Hive, Small World
The sun was falling toward the horizon, shadows being cast below the hive. Workers flew around the city’s exterior, coming and going with frantic movements. Sterling just sat on top of the city’s domed roof, his wings flat behind him. A soft pattering of footsteps drew his attention to Alexis, who was climbing up to meet him.
She lifted her body over the final crest, pushing herself to sit next to Sterling. His gaze fell back to the horizon as she quietly sat beside him. Her wings buzzed softly, a release of pent up energy she probably didn’t even realise she was doing.
“Do you wanna talk about it?” She opened cautiously. Sterling sighed, pulling his legs up to his chest.
“What’s there to talk about?” Alexis gave him that look.
“You and I both know.” He sighed again.
“Fine. Tomorrow, we're placed somewhere in the hive to complete our apprenticeships. Hopefully, I’ll end up somewhere in the smithing industry. You’ll become a guard.” “That’s not confirmed. And you know damn well that’s not what we need to talk about.” Sterling scrunched up his nose, then sighed in defeat as Alexis continued to watch him.
“I’m terrified, Lexi. Is that what you want to hear? Tomorrow is the last day of safety. Tomorrow is the last day I’m a part of a cohort, and from then on I won’t have you, or Matron Murdock, or any of our cohort to protect me. If anyone else finds out I’m a drone, at best I’ll be exiled, at worst executed. My very existence as a defective drone is classified as treason, because Queen forbid I ever pass my ‘faulty’ genes on.” He sighed into his hands.
“I don’t want to lose you. I don’t want to spend the rest of my life trapped pretending to be someone I’m not. And I know you feel the same, because if anyone finds out you’re secretly a princess, we’re both dead. I mean, two criminals in one cohort? Our entire family would be executed for hiding us. So yeah, I’m terrified.”
Alexis listened quietly, letting him get his frustrations out.
“I love this colony, I love my family, but it doesn’t matter.” “It does though, Sterling!” Alexis finally spoke.
“Change starts small. If we’re here, there have to have been others- have to be others!” “Yeah…”
“I mean it. We’ll be okay.” Sterling smiled.
“You should be inspirational more often.” Alexis laughed.
“Shut up. Feeling better?” “Yeah, a little.” Sterling replied honestly, his gaze returning to the warm sunset that filled the sky with a burning glow.
“Good.” Alexis dropped her head onto his shoulder. “I love you, you idiot.”
“I love you too.”
3. Hide-and-Trauma
(CW for referenced alcoholism and child abuse)
It was just a stupid game.
A stupid game of hide-and-seek. Something they’d all played.
The thrill of scurrying through the halls of the House of Freedom, seeking out an adequate hiding space was something they’d done on so many free days. Laughing as they play, letting themselves be kids for a little while, their studies forgotten. It was simple and silly and all it took was one miscalculation.
Ana knew she was running low on time, but they were playing without abilities and so she was trying to find somewhere she wouldn’t immediately be found. But she was too slow and her heart pounded as she heard feet fast approaching.
Somewhere, beyond the rush of blood in her ears, she knew it was one of her friends- who was seeking this time? But her heartbeat was loud and strong and painful and suddenly she wasn’t just playing a game. Not just running from a friend who would just grin and help her out of her hiding space when they found her, who would wink and offer her one of their favourite snacks if she told them where the others were. Not just a friend who she’d laugh with and shrug off, not just a friend.
Instead the adrenaline shoved her back into her past, before she had any powers and only had her mind and small frame to avoid danger, and her mother had just gotten home and she was coming up the stairs and no, no no no tonight was a bad night she needed to run she needed to hide maybe if it was hard to find her she’d just give up-
Instincts took over and she was climbing up the stone pillars, forcing herself into the small gap between one of the turrets and the roof, shoving her hands over her mouth and nose to muffle all sounds she made and she tucked herself fully into the shadows, ducking her face into her chest to hide the pale sphere of her face and stars above please don’t look up don’t look up don’t look up!
:D
Hide-And-Trauma has now been posted in full on ao3!
Link to Breath of Air (new name) is here : https://archiveofourown.org/works/53097652
Reblog if you write fanfic and would be totally down with your followers coming into you askbox and talking to you about your fic
Heck yeah.
#luigi after developing amnesia being interrogated by toads
i had an idea
Comic #2 of this series can be found here
Release of the WIPs that I may or may not continue. (:
1. Angel From Manhattan
Sterling jolted awake in the middle of the night, something startling him awake. He looked around frantically, then to his window as a loud thunk echoed through his room. Across the room, Alexis stirred, muttering into her blankets.
Hurriedly, Sterling opened the window and looked out. Through the dark of night, he could just make out a figure standing on a patch of grass below his window. He climbed out, hurrying down the old brick wall, grateful for their apartment being only on the second floor. As soon as his feet hit the ground, a warm hand wrapped around his and pulled him around.
“Angel?”
The woman in front of him was staring into his eyes, her once blue eyes glowing a soft orange. Frowning, Sterling pulled his hand from hers.
“Hey!”
“Sorry.” Angel shook her head, then stepped back, walking toward the street. Confused by her lack of conversation, Sterling followed her, eyes darting.
Something was off.
“What’s wrong?”
Angel halted by a motorbike. It was beautiful, dark and sleek. Definitely not something she could afford.
“I’m getting out of the city.”
2. Big Hive, Small World
The sun was falling toward the horizon, shadows being cast below the hive. Workers flew around the city’s exterior, coming and going with frantic movements. Sterling just sat on top of the city’s domed roof, his wings flat behind him. A soft pattering of footsteps drew his attention to Alexis, who was climbing up to meet him.
She lifted her body over the final crest, pushing herself to sit next to Sterling. His gaze fell back to the horizon as she quietly sat beside him. Her wings buzzed softly, a release of pent up energy she probably didn’t even realise she was doing.
“Do you wanna talk about it?” She opened cautiously. Sterling sighed, pulling his legs up to his chest.
“What’s there to talk about?” Alexis gave him that look.
“You and I both know.” He sighed again.
“Fine. Tomorrow, we're placed somewhere in the hive to complete our apprenticeships. Hopefully, I’ll end up somewhere in the smithing industry. You’ll become a guard.” “That’s not confirmed. And you know damn well that’s not what we need to talk about.” Sterling scrunched up his nose, then sighed in defeat as Alexis continued to watch him.
“I’m terrified, Lexi. Is that what you want to hear? Tomorrow is the last day of safety. Tomorrow is the last day I’m a part of a cohort, and from then on I won’t have you, or Matron Murdock, or any of our cohort to protect me. If anyone else finds out I’m a drone, at best I’ll be exiled, at worst executed. My very existence as a defective drone is classified as treason, because Queen forbid I ever pass my ‘faulty’ genes on.” He sighed into his hands.
“I don’t want to lose you. I don’t want to spend the rest of my life trapped pretending to be someone I’m not. And I know you feel the same, because if anyone finds out you’re secretly a princess, we’re both dead. I mean, two criminals in one cohort? Our entire family would be executed for hiding us. So yeah, I’m terrified.”
Alexis listened quietly, letting him get his frustrations out.
“I love this colony, I love my family, but it doesn’t matter.” “It does though, Sterling!” Alexis finally spoke.
“Change starts small. If we’re here, there have to have been others- have to be others!” “Yeah…”
“I mean it. We’ll be okay.” Sterling smiled.
“You should be inspirational more often.” Alexis laughed.
“Shut up. Feeling better?” “Yeah, a little.” Sterling replied honestly, his gaze returning to the warm sunset that filled the sky with a burning glow.
“Good.” Alexis dropped her head onto his shoulder. “I love you, you idiot.”
“I love you too.”
3. Hide-and-Trauma
(CW for referenced alcoholism and child abuse)
It was just a stupid game.
A stupid game of hide-and-seek. Something they’d all played.
The thrill of scurrying through the halls of the House of Freedom, seeking out an adequate hiding space was something they’d done on so many free days. Laughing as they play, letting themselves be kids for a little while, their studies forgotten. It was simple and silly and all it took was one miscalculation.
Ana knew she was running low on time, but they were playing without abilities and so she was trying to find somewhere she wouldn’t immediately be found. But she was too slow and her heart pounded as she heard feet fast approaching.
Somewhere, beyond the rush of blood in her ears, she knew it was one of her friends- who was seeking this time? But her heartbeat was loud and strong and painful and suddenly she wasn’t just playing a game. Not just running from a friend who would just grin and help her out of her hiding space when they found her, who would wink and offer her one of their favourite snacks if she told them where the others were. Not just a friend who she’d laugh with and shrug off, not just a friend.
Instead the adrenaline shoved her back into her past, before she had any powers and only had her mind and small frame to avoid danger, and her mother had just gotten home and she was coming up the stairs and no, no no no tonight was a bad night she needed to run she needed to hide maybe if it was hard to find her she’d just give up-
Instincts took over and she was climbing up the stone pillars, forcing herself into the small gap between one of the turrets and the roof, shoving her hands over her mouth and nose to muffle all sounds she made and she tucked herself fully into the shadows, ducking her face into her chest to hide the pale sphere of her face and stars above please don’t look up don’t look up don’t look up!
:D
*inhale* UUUUUUWWAAAAA THIS MASSIVE LABOR OF LOVE (AND A LITTLE PAIN NGL) IS FINALLY FINISHED
Lost to the Stars and Other Works Update
Lost to the Stars is going on hiatus.
I don't know how long for, probably only a few months or so (until the new year), but I have been struggling with getting good quality chapters out every week. Because of this, I've decided to put it on hold for a bit until I can get a backlog ready to start posting more frequently. I hope you all understand.
I am not going to stop writing though! In fact, I have a few ideas that have been brimming that I haven't had the energy to write while worrying about LttS, so I'm excited to work on those! Below the cut I've included a poll, but really I just want to gauge interest on what other sorts of stories you all want to see! If there's more than one, please comment too!
I really truely appreciate when people read, comment and leave kudos, it means so much. So, to keep my content at a level I'm happy while also still keeping it fun for me, this is what I've planned. I hope my next stories will still pique your interests!
ARE YOU THE ONE WHO WROTE HERE WE GO AGAIN?!?!? IF YOU ARE NOT DIRECT ME TO WHOMST DID. IF YOU ARE I AM GOING TO KILL U AND MAIM YOU AND SHOVE A METAL ROD INTO YOUR ABDOMEN AND THERE WILL BE NO SOUNDSTRIKE TO HEAL YOU /pos /j /lh HOW DARE YOU LOOSE SUCH PAIN AND SUFFERING ONTO THE WORLD WHJAFKLDFFFBHJSFNJWHNJEFKODHNJKFNIOSHNUIO jokes aside THANK U???? only popcross fic i could find and it was amazing tysm if you arent the person who wrote it then uhh send this to the person who did? fairly sure it was u tho so thanx :3
OH MY GOD YOUR MESSAGES HAVE SHOWN UP IN MY INBOX @moonpizzal0l! THEY'RE FROM LIKE MONTHS AGO BUT ALSO-
@bluejadedragon
GYA! AH. HI. HELLO. YOU ARE VERY EXCITED.
Thank you so much though that means so much to me! Also Therum was the inspiration, so you can go maim them too /j !
@moonpizzal0l
Too many ‘normal’ people in g/t stories I think.
Give me a germaphobe human that loses their mind finding out a borrower has committed the ultimate sin (walked on their counter)
Give me deaf borrower who thinks their being quiet while borrowing, and the human just plays along, pretending they don’t hear all the noise they’re making
Give me autistic giant who holds a human captive simply so they have someone to infodump to
Give me human with visual and auditory hallucinations that just thinks the little guy they’ve seen running around their house is a hallucination
This isn’t even mostly about representation, I just think applying these to the g/t dynamic makes an even more interesting dynamic
Medieval AU - "My Lord Prompt"
Champagne is a lord, and Benny is a lordless knight who roams and fights for money. Somehow he ends up working for Champagne (maybe helps protect his people accidentally??), and they work together. The only thing is, Benny never calls Champagne 'my lord', always the less formal 'sir', to. tease him. Until...
"SHARP!" Champagne was by his side in an instant, Vasilia covering his back. The lord stared at the blood running from the knight's shoulder in shock. "Why..." He whispered, hand moving to stem the flow. The knight looked at him and gave him that infuriating grin. "Well, it is my duty to protect you, after all." His grin softened, his eyes staring into Champagne's soul. "My lord."
