the soul of a poet & delusions of grandeur

Olivia, she/her, a sideblog for @elebee for when I get a strong fandom trigger-finger or the urge to make some art & publish it online == "The sun set beyond the sea, so says the poet—and when a poet mentions a sea, we have to accept it. No harm in letting a poet describe his vision, no need to question his geography." - R.K. Narayan == "I made this letter so long only because I didn't have the time to make it shorter." - Blaise Pascal

[elebeewrites]

Welcome, one and all, to my home away from home!

It is I, Olivia!

This is my little hut for my more fandom-heavy activities. If I want to spam fandom-heavy reblogs, I'll do it here!

And, more importantly, this will be the premier home of my fanfiction and fanart (expect more of the former than the latter)

Link to my main account

Link to my AO3

[elebeewrites]

The King of Kings visits often, for some reason. Peace has been secured, but he seems to always have an excuse to come by. He smiles, yes, but it never quite reaches his eye. There isn't much mail to deliver these days -- almost everyone lives in the shadow of the banner of the Kingdom of Nothing -- but Gilbert flies. They fly and fly and fly, circles around the sky like a vulture. They fly like someone afraid of the ground.

Hey, does anyone remember that the King of Kings sent Gilbert to try and broker a peace between the three kingdoms on punishment of death? Does anyone remember that the three kingdoms were told that only one kingdom could win and that peace was never an option? Just a fun thing to think about :)

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how it feels for an old special interest to briefly take you over

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

“I thought you didn’t wanna be accused of nepotism,” Tangle said with a teasing little grin, attempting to cut through the tense atmosphere little by little. “I don’t want you to die!” Jewel shouted now, raw, tears rolling down her cheeks fat and eager. “It’s—it’s always been my job to keep you safe, to get you out of whatever mess you’re in. And—and—you wind up in all this and I just leave you all alone with a man who wanted you dead! How am I supposed to—supposed to recover from that, or forgive myself, or whatever?!” Tangle leaped up from the armrest, ran over to her bestie, held her close, fought the tears that she felt welling up behind her eyes at seeing her friend like this. “Hey, hey…” she murmured, lullaby-like quality. “I’m—I’m sorry,” she repeated again, before looking around the room. “Let’s get the best sleepover ever started, OK?”

New chapter of my fic -- previously published as "In Your Hands And Just Outta Reach Somehow" -- is finally out!

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Whisper knows that she has a crush on Tangle, and that's a problem. The long dark shadow of her past meant that she could only push people away for their safety, but now those ghosts have been finally put to rest and there's no more excuses—the issue is, though, that she only knows how to let people worm their way into her heart, not how to ask them out. Tangle, meanwhile, doesn't even realize she has a crush on Whisper. Someone help that girl out, it's embarrassing.

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

After the end of everything, D33RFAC3 has to deal with the repercussions of his quest for self-actualization. Kaiko Yoen has to learn what D33RFAC3's quest for self-actualization means, exactly. Or: Two war machines try and figure out who they are now that the war is over.

[matto424]

i missed you reblogging my fanart monday morning i'm so sorry lmaooo (i realize now i can't use the alt blog i used to actually. post the Willow fanart to send an ask but shhhhh ignore that). i haven't had the time to sit down to watch your entire VOD for the series but watching the Willow espionage missions was genuinely such such a treat.

like the fact that you were out of earshot for the entirety of Purple Kingdom's discussions about the Gold Kingdom's base, and only wandered into earshot once they started talking about Gold's makeshift "floating island" is so funny. like poor Matto was God's most least favorite that day.

also as a nosey person who loves putting way too much effort into a bit. i am dying to know Willow's whole imagined deal. i don't know if it's weird to come out and ask for the information this way, maybe you'll have it saved on the backburner for a trillion years. whatever the case may be i will gladly be an ear on this beautiful tale of a Very Real Bard Who's Very Real. if i were in your shoes i would have evaporated into a fine mist.

Legit the infiltration bit is so funny in retrospect because like... everything that could've racheted up my anxiety did. Like I legit thought they all knew about our floating island from that point on and somehow didn't process the fact my own team was talking on the radio with em.

Now as far as Willow goes, their fake half assed backstory is rife with tropes and cliches that would let me bullshit my way out of anything so it's a bit basic but here goes.

Willow is from a kingdom on another continent up north past the world border (all bullshit, needed a location no one could verify existed) where citizens in their 20s are encouraged to travel the world in search of beauty in both the natural world and in surrounding kingdoms (excuses to pop up wherever, whenever, needed an excuse incase folks showed up to Green when I was there, or if I risked going to Gold afterwards, which probably wouldn't have ended well)

Willow specifically hails from the fictional town of Valia up in the frigid mountains of the Millennium Wastes towards the north tip of the equally fake kingdom of Arcadia, because I'm a sucker for thinly veiled references to media I like. The cold weather location was, of course, all an elongated excuse to show up in multiple layers of clothes and wear a huge scarf to cover up my robot bits, although I completely forgot to give em gloves but no one seemed to notice cause minecraft skins are so low detail anyway. (It's funny because, like... I think very few people clocked I was in a crop top hoodie for days 1-2, and the green coat I wore for the rest of the smp was like... a really baggy army jacket with a pan pride pin on it, i need to draw refs of all 3 outfits tbh)

The bard aspect was partly an excuse to move from place to place, and partly because people kept calling me a bard in character, the backstory reason was Willow grew up loving being able to share whatever creative spark they had, and naturally that led to them becoming a bard! The title "Bard of the Winds" was a lofty title I made up to seem more skilled and notable, but in backstory, it was a title given to Willow by Arcadian nobility to have em be an emmisary of the Winds that supposedly protect the kingdom from outward threats. Basically, a bard that goes where the wind goes. (Also, an accidental scrungecraft reference I rolled with after it was pointed out to me by a friend I workshopped some stuff with)

And I think that's that! Any oddities or strange behavior would be bullshited until folks believed me, like how I originally planned to speak but was smartly told not to cause it'd be obvious, so I instead used signs to communicate. I figured "cursed to not speak by a warlock" made sense as an excuse, but honestly? I could've just said I was mute. That's like just a normal thing and way easier to explain.

Oh! Also, Willow uses any pronouns! I figured I'd mention that, but I'm also predictable and make a good chunk of my characters genderfluid for that sweet, sweet self indulgent gender representation.

TLDR cause I went a lil nuts:

I bullshited fantasy tropes and basically wrote in character fanfiction of an active warzone without telling anyone.

[elebeewrites]

Under blue moon I saw you, So soon you'll take me, Up in your arms, too late to beg you, Or cancel it though I know it must be

The killing time... --- Fanart for the Royal Royale SMP! "Willow" played by Matto424 played by Matto424

[creativepromptsforwriting]

Every writer has that one story that they don't even intend to write down anymore, but that is forever stuck in their brain.