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(Not that I've added any new ones, I just thought I could make one that was a bit neater than what I currently have. Plus I added pictures of them, if you wanna see what they look like!)
Feel free to read through these, and feel free to send me asks about them, be it questions about their story or personality, fic prompts, or anything!
Note: My stories about these characters, especially the stories about Meldie, are not necessarily written or posted in a chronological order (beyond what is explicitly stated in the story or the notes). They're by and large oneshots or series no more than few chapters long, which can be read in any order. (And it may be that sometimes, if it's convenient for me, I decide that an older oneshot takes place in the timeline later than something I've written more recently.)
Meldie:
Genre: fantasy (somewhere between high fantasy and sword and sorcery, vaguely D&D based)
Species: elf
Gender: woman (she/her pronouns)
Tag: #meldie
Brief backstory: Lauremeldo, now more commonly known as Meldie, was once a happy, naive young woman working as a bodyguard to an elven nobleman in her homeland. Then she was accused of involvement in crimes committed by the lord she served, and exiled as a traitor. Cast out of the only land she'd ever known with nothing but her weapons and her skills as a fighter, she was left wandering the world, finding whatever work she can to keep food in her mouth; mercenary, city guard, caravan guard, bodyguard, gladiator, a thug for criminal organizations, she's done it all. Partly because of her own broken heart and restless nature, partly for the grief known to most elves who live among the shorter-lived peoples, she never settles anywhere for more than at most ten years before starting to travel again.
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Anthony:
Genre: scifi
Species: human (this scifi verse does not have aliens)
Gender: man (he/him pronouns)
Tag: #anthony
Brief backstory: Anthony was born in a newly-established colony on a remote planet in the far reaches of the Thirteenth Sector. He was barely an adult when natural disasters nearly destroyed the colony, leading to a famine. The colony's motherland on Earth did nothing to help, and many people died. Anthony survived, but could not afterwards bear the way everything reminded him of what had been lost, and the first chance he got, he left the planet. Now, a few years later, he has acquired his own ship, the Starlady, and is working as a merchant (and smuggler, but the difference generally isn't huge in Outer Sectors), with most of his business being with various smaller colonies and other remote places that the larger merchant companies tend to overlook. He mostly sticks to Outer Sectors, but occasionally there is business that takes him to the Inner Sectors, or even to the Old Earth itself. It was on one such trip that he met Elias and took him on as a partner.
Elias:
Genre: scifi (same universe as Anthony)
Species: human
Gender: man (he/him pronouns)
Tag: #elias
Brief backstory: Elias was born and grew up on Old Earth, and although he always liked stories of space and of other distant worlds, he, like most people, never expected to get to see them. He ended up working as a mechanic, barkeep, musician, and general jack-of-all-trades at a truck (=small freighter ship) stop along one of the major routes between Earth's solar system and Alpha Centauri, and figured that was as far as he'd ever get. So when he met Anthony, who offered him work on the Starlady, he leaped at the chance and never looked back.
Okay because this came up in some online circles I'm in and I'm curious to get a bit more of a picture about the numbers
Is it rude to leave constructive criticism on a fanfic if the author didn't ask for it? Assume for the sake of the argument that the criticism is genuinely constructive and the comment is politely phrased.
Do you think it's rude to give unasked-for constructive criticism on a fanfic?
I mean, sudden collapses and fainting and crumpling are all fantastic, but what about the slower ones? When they realize they’re getting dizzy and faint and the pain hurts too much to stay standing?
They stumble back until they hit a wall but the friction isn’t enough to keep them upright and they begin a slow slide down, frozen in shock and pain.
They grab a railing to stay upright, but their hand trembles with the strain and their knees waver and all the determination in the world can’t keep them standing as they slip an inch lower with every breath.
They latch onto a piece of furniture, hoping to lean against it - and then their arms tremble and crumple and they grab something else and something else and something else until their hands are locked around a table leg and they’re crying on the floor.
They desperately grasp onto anyone who is willing to help, to support them, to offer a shoulder to lean on - only they’re heavy and the other person is unbalanced and they try their best to stay upright but it ends up being more of a graceless tumble than a controlled fall.
Gradual collapses. Slower, more desperate, more panicked. But they end up on the ground all the same.
Thinking about the impersonal nature of violence, rough hands and nameless uniforms, dragging and grasping at limbs, pushing, shoving, pinning down, striking with fists and batons and boots…
I'd love to see more desperate cuddles. Like, the moment when the touch-starved, puts up all their walls and won't let anyone in character finally lets the dam break and is clinging to the other character. Frantically feeling around, holding them as tight as possible, and holding back noises. Not in a freaky way, but in this way that they haven't had any real human connection in so long that they have to let out what they've been keeping bottled up
The unique type of guilt/shame which is "that mistake should have killed me" or "better people have died for making lesser mistakes". And yet somehow here they still are. Alive. Undeserving.
A possessed whumpee that is moving without preservation towards their life, becoming stronger than their muscles can handle, running longer than their legs can carry them, shifting and twitching erratically. Caretaker knows if they free whumpee from their possession, agony will await them.
I guess for me it's technically less about the severity of the hurt, and more about the narrative weight of it. But also I have a preference for action/adventure fantasy genre-wise, and in that (and a lot of other genres too i think), the injury or illness or such does need to be somewhat severe to have significant narrative impact. Like a minor headache or a couple small bruises... in the genres I prefer, characters aren't gonna stop the stuff they're doing or have to work around those, they're not something a story will focus attention to.
So like. I'm sure you *could* write a whump story around something relatively minor and nonsevere, but those aren't the stories i tend to seek out
but also like whump is such a vague term anyway, ask ten whumpers and you'll get ten different definitions, and it's been like that as long as i've been into whump (so like 8-ish years), so, y'know. who cares. if it's whump to you, then it is whump
An injured character who's managed to grit their teeth and bear it through the course of a painful wound tending with scarcely a sound but as soon as the ordeal is actually over they dissolve into quiet weeping of relief and released tension and lingering pain.
say it with me. you do not have to be working through something to like whump. you do not need to have trauma to enjoy hurting/seeing characters get hurt. your ocs do not have to be self-inserts or reveal deep and buried parts of your psyche
An ill or injured character is lagging farther and farther behind the group they're part of as their strength wanes so that when they do try to reach out for help and then finally collapse nobody else is aware until quite a ways on when they glance back and see a crumpled figure on the ground in their wake.
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