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âi can fix himâ âi can make him worseâ well you know what?? i can project onto him
Sins Of The Past - Part 10
Notes: This chapter is a continuation of Tibbe's pov. It was one very long chapter so I split it into two parts for easier readability. It's OC-centric but covers some important info plot-wise. Otherwise, enjoy!!
OCs Julian and Vivienne Blake belong to my friend @roxynmae (hope I'm doing them justice). Also Italian translations done by her as well!!
CW: cursing, mild recreational drug use, suggestive content
After a long day in the forest and an even longer flight back to Bridgehead aboard the Scorpion gunship, Tibbe was bursting with energy, more so than he had been that morning.
He strode down the long corridors of the SciOps floors in the operations centre with Julian striding ahead. His hand pressed protectively against his vest pocket that contained the mushrooms. âWow, big moment. Finally get to meet this wifey of yours. Does my hair look okay?â
Julian spun around on his heel, walking backwards and smiling. His green eyes traced over Tibbe from his shaggy curls down to his mud-stained boots. âDonât worry, itâs not your hair sheâll be looking at.âÂ
Where the corridor intersected with another, Tibbe knocked into another moving body. Instinctively, both his hands clamped over the pocket containing his mushrooms. He staggered to the side, readying to say something unkind and unwarranted until he saw it was Eden who walked into him. âAmoâ, you scared the shit out of me.â
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Sins Of The Past - Part 9
Notes: This chapter was originally 10k words long, so I split it into two for easier readability. Been a while since I updated, really wanted to get this one right. It's OC-centric but covers some important info plot-wise. You might wanna go back and re-read chapters 14-16 and the end of chapter 13 to refresh your memory if needed. Otherwise, enjoy!!
CW: cursing, mild recreational drug use, suggestive content
Sunlight warmed Tibbeâs striped skin, stirring him from a long nightâs rest. Awakening, he stretched his arm across the bed in a pointless search. The space next to him was empty.
It had been since the moment heâd been decanted. His palm inched across the mattress dampened from his sweat, smoothing over the rumpled sheets. Wanting to touch skin, flesh, warmth, and finding nothing but air in their place.
The pillow he rested his head on smothered his face. He inhaled the polyester scent, burying his nose into the soft material. He grumbled into the cotton at the lemon-scented product that had been to clean it.
He groaned, fingers dragging along the mattress back to him. Rolling over onto his back, hands over his toned abdomen, he stared up at the ceiling.
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the concept of the admirers of knights giving them tokens or "favors" to show their love before a tournament or battle has me so fucked up today. like it's such a small gesture but it speaks volumes. i cannot be there in body next to you in the dust and blood and pain to share your victory or defeat, your suffering or your celebration, because honor and duty and social convention requires that i be elsewhere, so wear me over your heart so that my own might go with you. i cannot keep you safe but if you wear my love perhaps the world and its people will be kinder to one it knows has another waiting for it to rejoin them. nobody else might even know who the ribbon tied to your arm or flower tucked in your breastplate belongs to unless they saw us exchange it, but you and i know. and they will know that we exist. they will know that our love exists.
tired of hearing that wanting a man to save you is sexist. maybe i just want some prettyboy in armour to do all the work while i lay back and watch, did you ever think about that?
Reasons to keep writing:
it brings you joy
somebody has to take care of the characters
you have a lesson to teach
it gets you through everyday life
there's people excited for the next chapter
to provide hope for yourself and others
if you don't tell the story, no one else will
it's a way of expressing yourself / what you go through
to make yourself and others feel less alone
people adore your writing
your characters would miss you if you left
nobody can take your place / write your stories for you
to leave something behind to be remembered by
to release your emotions
to inspire other people
Announcement
A quick announcement from me, a disappointing one for those who have excitedly followed along with my stories in the Avatar fandom. After some upsetting experiences with plagiarism, I wonât be posting any more works in the Avatar fandom on Tumblr or AO3.
This is because my one shot âStolen Laughsâ about Spider and Quaritch was plagiarised by another person on Tumblr. My original ideas and writing were copied word for word, butchered, then reposted by someone else. This person knows who they are, and has been called out by my friends and followers in this community.
What made it worse is after this person was rightfully called out, instead of doing the responsible, respectful thing by apologising and deleting my stolen work (and stolen works from other creators they plagiarised) they decided to harass me on Tumblr by sending me anons and messages and deflecting the blame.
I, and other creators in this fandom are the victims, but this person has wrongfully painted themselves out to be the innocent person. They hurt me and others deeply by stealing art and writing that take a lot of time, energy, and creativity to make.
Then, they wanted ME to forgive them for stealing said writing, and asked me to stop telling people to be mad at them. I did not make the call out post or ask my friends to send them polite messages to take down the stolen works from their blog. But I am so, so grateful to my friends for standing by me and supporting me through this difficult time. Itâs very appreciated.
Itâs incredibly disheartening to see that this person is antagonising the creators they have stolen works from and wonât accept responsibility by admitting their blame and righting their wrongs. This could have easily been fixed by an apology and deleting the stolen content and refraining from reposting stolen works again. But no, they chose not to do that.
I know this because the original account who stole my writing actually blocked me instead of apologising, and as mentioned above, chose to send my anonymous messages to harass me into making me feel guilty for their faults.
For the people waiting for the next chapters of âLive And Let Dieâ, I am sorry but I wonât be continuing the story or writing any new works in the Avatar fandom. Otherwise, I am done sharing my work here. English is not my first language. I put a lot of hard work, time, and effort into writing something good and improving myself as a writer.
I wonât be going anywhere and Iâm still writing because Iâm passionate about it and not going to let this experience put me off what Iâm passionate about. In the future though, I wonât be posting any Avatar related works on my blog.
Iâm very excited for the next thing I will be creating, only the future will tell what that is, and for those of you who have supported me as a friend and as a creator, I cannot wait to show you what it is.
Thank you for reading and understandingâ¤ď¸
Everyone!!!
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Is full of plagiarized stories and stolen art work. Please do not support them in anyway. We all know how hard it is to have origional works/content and then to see someone else taking credit for other people's works makes me so angry.
I recognize a lot of the stolen stories and artwork and know for a fact they are not this person's origional works. This shit don't fly. It is wrong and this person should be ashamed.
Okay, I thought we all were mature enough to realise that plagiarising other peopleâs work is not okay, but here we are đ
Some time ago my friend @roxynmae had posted a one-shot about Spider and Quaritch called âStolen laughsâ. An incredibly sweet, well written work that explores their family relationship and building bond. A VERY good read!
âŚbut turns out someone, namely this user, decided to fully plagiarise it, as well as steal an artwork that was drawn by someone else. That is not the only instance of theft however, as they also had stolen this artwork and reposted it claiming itâs theirs. đ
@womanqueen2005 this is theft yâknow đś people are putting real effort and time into these works, so donât you think they deserve to have their dignity respected?
sorry dude canât hang out Iâm making up scenarios in my head. sorry no itâs gonna take up all my time.
You taste as good as you look, sweetheart.
Part 1: Clipped Wings
Notes: A Lyle Wainfleet x OC (Eden) one shot set in a high fantasy au. It's written as a standalone and a prequel to a long fanfic (if and when I choose to write it). Have fun reading, it's basically 4k words of Lyle being a bit of a bastard and my recom OC being reintroduced in a fun way.
CW: depictions of violence, some cursing, and check the tags and author note on AO3
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Lyle was guided by a single, steadfast belief. A belief passed down from elders to children; ingrained in the minds and hearts who followed the way of the Great Flame.Â
He believed one day the world would end in fire. Flames, burnished gold with hints of amber like his eyes, spreading like molten steel, streaming down the desired path cast by a bladesmith. Flames with sharp fingers curling and pulling at the air around them; breathing smoke into the air as though attempting to snuff out the light.Â
Flames like the kind that swayed, tugged in a slow-moving dance by the high winds, stirring the campfire and the meal of hunted meats they had sat down to cook in the midday sun. Lyle crouched by the pyre the others had erected. He stared through the flames into something more. A future, perhaps.Â
Thinking of that bright, burning future left him twisting his features into a disgusted look. If the world burned, all life died with it. All purpose. The purpose, at least, that guided him more than his lingering imagination. That purpose was to hunt. To sink his blades like teeth into something bigger than himself; to split skulls and bones between his rough-hewn hands as if they were branches fallen from a tree.Â
Lyle was decorated by his exploits, his victories. One of his favoured long daggers had been fashioned from the gnarled tooth extracted from a thanator. Another blade, the curved, sharpened claw taken from a mountain banshee. His songcord was embellished with ornaments denoting each and every kill. Not all of them animals.Â
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A single ao3 comment contains the power to resurrect a man from the grave
How do you know if someone on Tumblr blocked you?
You canât see the blog
*Reclines in an armchair and reads fanfiction like a man from the 1950s would read a newspaper after work*
me, sternly, to a blank google doc: i have written hundreds of thousands of words over the course of my life. you wonât defeat me.
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What does it mean if someone wants an invite on ao3? Is that bad? Is that like...code for something?
Whatâs wrong itâs not them wanting an AO3 invite, itâs the fact that they literally left this comment under a fan fic. They used a space where people share their feedback to the author to literally complain about something unrelated to the story. They could have tweeted this, wrote a post on Tumblr, but they chose to go in a comment section of a fanfic. Iâm sorry but I found it very disheartening and rude. They also need to learn how to be patient, AO3 had to deal with that whole horrible situation a couple days ago and itâs understandable that they are taking their time before turning invites on again. Complaining under peopleâs comment section is not the way to go.