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[ladylookslikeadude1]

Original Work

Hey guys! I appreciate everyone who said they were willing to read a few paragraphs of my original work I've been working on. Here's what I've got!

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I know my husband, as much as he would probably hate to admit it. So I know that something is off about the way he’s flaunting his little mistress around so openly. Staring at the lurid pictures of his hand dangerously high on her bare thigh, her skirt barely enough to cover what it needs to, I try to decide if I care enough to figure it out. 

My grandfather visibly startles when he comes into the kitchen. “Charlotte? What on earth are you doing here so early?”

I tap my nails on the kitchen table as I continue staring at the gossip rag in front of me. “Explain to me again how Alexander came to you and asked-no, begged-to marry me. In detail.”

“Why do you need to-” He cuts off with a strangled gasp as he steps close enough to see the ugly truth plastered across the front page. “Sweetheart.” 

He sounds devastated, and maybe I should be more sympathetic, but something is off. “It doesn’t make sense. I ignored it at first, because I’m fucking selfish and I had the man I’ve wanted half of my life. But he never acted like a man who was so besotted with me that he would have come to you and begged to marry me.” I finally manage to drag my gaze from the paper to my grandfather’s face, which is paler than I’ve ever seen. “In fact, he acted a lot like an animal caught in a trap, ready to gnaw its own limb off to escape.” I flick my fingers at the paper. “He knows I’d never stand for him cheating, so this is him gnawing off that limb. Ruining his reputation in a manner that is sure to get me to file for divorce.” 

“You can’t!” My grandfather blurts out quickly, before clamping his mouth shut. 

“No?”

He closes his eyes. “No.” He drops down into the seat across from me, exhaustion lining his face. “I just wanted to do something nice for you sweetheart. You’ve refused every gesture I’ve offered since you came back into my life. I just wanted to have something to offer you.” 

I sigh and reach out, clasping his hand in mine. I love this man, even if I’m entirely certain he’s about to infuriate me. “What did you do?”

[ladylookslikeadude1]

Personal Update

Hey all!

It's been a while, huh? I can't lie, ever since my mom passed I've been struggling a lot. I also moved back with my dad to take care of him, which means 3 days a week I'm commuting a total of 3-ish hours a day for work, and working from home the other two. And I've started classes online for a Bachelors in Business Admin, so I've been busy. But I'm working on a few things I'm planning on posting relatively soon on AO3. I'm also thinking about opening prompts for a weekend in the next month or so, so keep an eye out for that! Now. Because I am the worlds worst overachiever, I'm also working on an original story that I'd like to possibly get published. I'd like everyone's opinions. If I post the opening paragraphs here, would anyone be interested in reading them and letting me know if it sounds like something you'd read?

[charlesoberonn]

America has a weird relationship with cults where they’re terrified of small cults (or organizations they think are cults) but completely normalized massive cults that hurt many more people (eg: LDS Church, Jehovah’s Witnesses, the Amish, Scientology, most Megachurches)

[charlesoberonn]

To anybody asking if the Amish are a cult, the answer is yes, very much so.

They’re a high control group that isolate you from society. The cult decides how you dress, how you behave, who you marry and how. They control what you know, blocking all information from the outside world. They control how you feel and what you’re allowed to think with threats of both social and supernatural harm. They’re a cult.

[charlesoberonn]

The best method to determine if a group is a cult, in my opinion, is Steven Hassan’s (cult expert and former cult member himself) BITE model.

BITE stands for Behavior Control, Information Control, Thought Control, and Emotional Control.

The more points a group “scores” on the model, the more of a cult it is.

I think this model is the best one for several reasons:

It’s more nuanced than “cult” or “not cult” and doesn’t make false equivalences between groups

It’s versatile, applying to groups big and small, and cults of all kinds, religious, political, financial, etc.

It focuses on what’s important, which is what the cult does to its members, and those members’ experiences, and not on irrelevant details like how uncommon their doctrines are or whether they have a charismatic leader

[charlesoberonn]

This is a great example of Thought Control used by cults whenever they’re confronted with criticism.

[saxifraga-x-urbium]

#you might notice that there are a lot of similarities between cult techniques and those of abusive partners#and that is an important thing to be aware of

yah that goes in the post

[charlesoberonn]

The creator of the BITE Model considers abusive relationships to be two-person cults.

[forgotn1]

It’s important to note that almost every sect of evangelical christianity in the US today fails the BITE Model.

[ladylookslikeadude1]

Personal Update

Hey everyone. Sorry I've been MIA for a while. Unfortunately, my mother's health started going downhill in a spectacular fashion, leading to hospice care and her passing away in March. I'm just now getting back to some sort of normalcy, and I very much appreciate all of the messages asking me how I am. It'll be slow going posting-wise as I get back into the swing of things, especially since I'm moving to be closer to my family right now, but I am going to work on posting more.

[gingerly-writing]

Prompt #3490

“Which god do you pray to?”

“Why?”

“I want to know who I’m sending you back to.”

[ladylookslikeadude1]

Hey all, I've found that Say You Want Me has been reposted without my permission on at least fanfiction.net. If you guys see it anywhere, please let me know and/or report it, because I haven't authorized anyone to repost any of my fics.

[notdeadjack]

I highly appreciate the “happy ending” tag on angst fics, dark fics, etc. Its existence increases the probability of me reading by a significant amount

but some people are like “why even read those fics if you already know how they’re gonna end?”

Well, it’s kinda like going on a roller-coaster. I wanna experience the ride. The ups and the downs, the twists and turns. But I also wanna know that at the end, it’ll come to a safe stop and I’ll be able to get off of it completely unharmed

[stil-lindigo]

scorched earth.

a comic about a princess who died in a fire.

(this is a sequel to bite of winter, a comic about Snow and what became of her after her death.)

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creative notes:

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all my other comics

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[assigned-boyking-at-birth]

One of them will have to get finished eventually, right???

[grogusmum]

[fromdarzaitoleeza]

Alanis Morissette, Sorry to Myself/Haruki Murakami,1084

[notbecauseofvictories]

Can you tell me why Frodo is so important in lotr? Why can't someone else, anyone else, carry the ring to mordor?

but someone else could.

that’s the whole point of frodo—there is nothing special about him, he’s a hobbit, he’s short and likes stories, smokes pipeweed and makes mischief, he’s a young man like other young men, except for the singularly important fact that he is the one who volunteers. there is this terrible thing that must be done, the magnitude of which no one fully understands and can never understand before it is done, but frodo says me and frodo says I will.

(when boromir is thinking of how he can use the ring to defend gondor, when aragorn is thinking of how it brought down proud isildur, when elrond is holding council and gandalf is thinking of how twisted he would become, if he ever dared—)

but then there’s frodo, who desires nothing except what he has already left behind him, and says, I will take the Ring.

it is an offer made out of absolute innocence, utter sincerity. It is made without knowing what it will make of him—and frodo loses everything to the ring, he loses peace and himself and the shire, he loses the ability to be in the world. It’s cruel, the ring is cruel, it searches out every weakness you have and feeds on it, drinks you dry and fills you with its poison instead, the ring is so cruel.

and frodo picks it up willingly. for no other reason except that it has to be done.

(the ring warps boromir into a hopeless grasping dead thing, the power of the palantir turns denethor into an old man, jealous and suspicious, it bends even saruman, once the proudest of the istari, into a mechanised warlord, sitting in his fortress and bent over his perverse creations—all the best of intentions, laid waste)

but there’s a reason gollum exists in the narrative, which is to show—well, to show what frodo might have been. because even as frodo grows mistrustful and wearied, as the burden of this ring grows heavier and heavier, he is never gollum. he is gentle to gollum. he is afraid—god frodo is so afraid for 2/3 of these books he is so tired and afraid, but he keeps moving, he walks though it would pull him into the ground, because he asked for this, he said he would.

someone else could have carried the ring to mordor, I suppose. the idea of a martyr is not dependent on the particular flesh and blood person dying for some greater purpose. but such a thing has to be chosen, lifted onto your shoulders for the right reason, the truest reasons, and followed into the dark, though it would see you burnt through and bled out.

I will take the Ring, though I do not know the way.

[mushfromnewsies]

y'know say what you want about tumblr (and I have), but this is still probably the simplest and most powerful distillation of the heart of the Lord of the Rings I’ve ever read. I think back to it all the time

[writing-prompt-s]

In hell, people can choose what happens to them. They can choose literally ANYTHING. Naturally, many people try to exploit this by going for luxuries and pampering, but the devil ALWAYS has ways to torture those fools…

[caffeinewitchcraft]

“So I can choose anything,” you say. The devil in front of you explained that there wouldn’t be any physical contract. This room made verbal ones just as binding. “Anything at all?”

“You could even choose to be alive again,” the devil confirms. Their form shivers around the edges as if caught in a heat mirage. You blink and they’re sitting across from you again, hands folded on the table between you, solid as can be. You still can’t make out any of their features. “Riches, good food, intimacy, anything.”

“I guess it’d be silly to choose torture,” you say slowly.

“If you’re really contrite you can,” the devil says. They don’t seem as excited by the idea for some reason. They wiggle their fingers. “Some souls choose that in order to atone. They seem to think I’m lying when I say there’s no atonement to be had here. You’re in Hell, kid. No getting out of this one.”

Kid. You rub a hand over your mouth to wipe away the smile before it forms. “I think I understand. How long do I have to decide?”

“As long as you want,” the devil says. They rest their chin in their hand. “I have an endless concept of time. I don’t mind waiting.” 

You bet they don’t. You chew your cheek. “What’s the longest it’s taken someone to decide?”

“Three months,” the devil says. They make a point of looking at the bare walls, the lack of windows, the endless grey of the perfectly laid tiles that make up the floor. There’s no light source in the room and, therefore, no shadow. There is nothing but grey. “They weren’t entirely sane by then though.”

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[modordracena]

If a character (in a high stress situation with minimal information) makes a different decision than you would (a viewer with no stress and more information) —

That is not a plot hole. Thank you.

[strawberisapphic]

everyone has a ship thats just: theyre perfect. they hate each other. theyre married. they havent spoken in 15 years. they have date nights three times a week. theyre divorced. theyre pining, its unrequited. its requited. theyre starcrossed. theyre meant to be. theyre doomed by the narrative. they love each other. theyve never held hands. they wont stop making out at parties. they cant look each other in the eye

[headcanonheadcase-deactivated20]

There is nothing more precious to me as a writer than the comments left on AO3. Whenever I get that email notification, I wonder what kind of comment was left. To have a little fun, I'm going to sort the typical comments into a few different categories and share my reactions to them as a writer.

If you feel I missed a comment type, please let me know. I'm curious to learn what other classifications you think exist (positive comment types only please - let's not make this negative). Also, if you wanted to tag yourself, I'd love you know what type of commenter you think you are.

The Polite Conversationalist - Your comment confirms that you read and enjoyed the fic or chapter. You offer praise for the author's efforts and encouragement for them to continue. - If this is you, please know that I'm imagining us holding a book club together. I brought us snacks.

The All Caps Reaction - You left the most unhinged comment. - You were screaming as you read it? I was screaming as I wrote it. Let's be friends.

The How Dare You - The angst is real. And painful. And I'm sorry but the story needed it. - This is a compliment of the highest order and I'm so glad you left it.

The Conspiracy Theorist - You are so invested that you are trying to figure out what comes next. - I'm so excited to read your ideas. They let me know the story tracks for you. And I'm either smiling because you guessed right and I'm excited for you to read what comes next, or I'm grinning because I know the plot twist is going to blow your mind.

The Catch-Up - You haven't commented in a while and are letting me know you are catching up. - I'm so glad you are back! I missed you. I know life gets busy and it means a lot to me that you took the time to read my story.

The Giggle - You laughed at my jokes and let me know. - Did we just become best friends? I'm already making you a bracelet.

The Callout - You found my favorite line in the chapter or fic. - I love you so much. You just made my day, my week, my month. Seriously, all the love for the reader. xoxo

[anonymousdandelion]

The Constant - You leave identical short comments (or very similar variations) on every fic. "Lovely!" "Aww" "Extra kudos!" "💖💖💖" When I see your username in my inbox I know exactly what I can look forward to, and I'm never disappointed. The knowledge that you keep coming back makes my day each time, and somehow that single word or emoji or keysmash never fails to manage to be new and exciting.

[rayshippouuchiha]

one of the best time-loop tropes is when the MC goes full feral to the point that it's like "I'm not trapped in this time-loop, y'all are trapped in this time-loop with me"

[caffeinewitchcraft]

Fate and Mercy and Dead Girls

Summary: Sometimes, when things go very wrong, the Chosen One gets a wish. That’s where Danielle comes in. (Tagged with Blood, violence, child death)

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Danielle is cursed.

This battlefield is nice. It’s early afternoon and the breeze that comes from the forest to the east is sweet. The fighting has only just begun and the scent of blood is still hovering at the edge of her senses. It hasn’t erased the taste of the dead girl’s last meal – bread sweetened with honey – yet. She’s used to storm clouds the size of mountains roiling overhead, the electric sting of lightning against her skin, the crash of blades against armor and arrows against shields. The sun is warm and honey-sweet against her cheek and there’s no fighting going on right now. There’s only the low murmur of voices from all around and some muffled sobbing.

If she weren’t waking up in the body of a dead girl, she’d call it picnic weather.

Time to pay attention.

“—Chosen One is dead,” a man says. His voice matches the weather more than the situation. Calm. Even. Gentle. A wave lapping at the shore before the tsunami. She can feel his aura undulating through the ground, dark and demanding. Demon King? Mad Emperor? Dark Lord? One of those types. He projects his words over the renewed sobbing. “Do you see your folly now, honorable knights? The wasted months of defiance? You were never going to defeat my army even with years and seven fabled soldiers at your mercy rather than the one. Here, the day of your final rebellion, your Hero lies dead after only one volley.”

Hero. Danielle is cursed, she shouldn’t be feeling pity for anyone but herself. But there it is, the familiar bile in the back of her throat, the prickling of her eyes, the tightening in her chest. This dead girl was their Hero. They made her their Chosen One. From the feel of it, they didn’t school in her magic or train her in swordsmanship. Her muscles are burning from death, yes, but also from overexertion.

What do you want? Danielle asks. All of the right systems are under her control now. The ground is cold against her back, the girl’s tiny curls a tickle against her face. The air is sweet underneath the scent of a dying blow and she can hear the conversations around her clearly. The Dark Lord is still gloating, giving the knights their time to mourn and his own forces time to ready the next attack. Sweetheart, what do you want?

The girl’s soul shudders. I-I’m not dead?

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