Well, it seems someone's been busy... much busier than I have been- Legode Rydrion, the blue-skinned-druid.(Hey, I don't know if you remember me, but I'm the mun of blue-skinned-druid. Then again I don't know if you're the same Artemis-mun I'm thinking of or a different one. so, if you're a different one... erm,, Hi?)
The assassin shrugged. “Never a dull moment,” he replies dryly.
[[ Heya! Nah, it’s still me, and yeah, I remember! ^_^ Hope you’ve been well! The RP scene has died down significantly here, which is a shame though. :c ]]
askwinstormandmarkless answered your question “YOU KNOW its occurred to me (frequently) i like Barely know/talk to...”
Goes ok, so far my day has consisted of trying to update my digific blog's info pages and my fave mon? Tied between Beezlemon, Gankoomon, Mervamon and Tokomon.
goodluck on updating that fic!! bet its gonna be a really great next/new chapter hell yea B) YOOO GANKOOMON LOOKS SO COOL THO cant wait for cyber sleuth lmao
Oh hi, I saw your list of FanFic writers, and well... I have a Digific too. Okay, it's really more of a crossover between Digimon and Marvel Avengers Assemble (the cartoon, not the movie.), but it mainly focuses on the Digital World while the side material posted between chapters is usually more related to the Human/Real world side of things and what's been going on there. Anyway, I was wondering two things: What are your thoughts on crossovers and would you read other people's fics?
Hey! I love crossovers, although admittedly, it can be hard to draw an audience with them. It’s hard enough within one fandom to write a coupling and genre that people respond to; when you add a second fandom, your audience shrinks a second time, because people need to like both shows. Still, as an author, they’re a lot of fun, and I enjoy them!
Of course I read fanfiction, but it has to suit my tastes. I like Digimon stories focusing on the 01 cast, and I have pairings that I like and ones that I avoid. My favorite genre is comedy, and I avoid angst. I’ve never watched the cartoon you’re referencing, so I wouldn’t be interested in that, unfortunately.
If you want a certain author to read your story, your best bet is to become a regular reader and reviewer with them first, to establish a relationship. However, it’s important to know their tastes before you put the effort in :) (My opinion, though, is that if you enjoy the story, it’s only fair to leave some sort of indication of such with the author, however short). If someone only writes Digimon Tamers stories, for example, I’m not going to read them, because I’ve never seen a single episode.
But my only requirement to be on my list of digimon fanfic writers is to have an active digimon fanfic, so I can certainly add you if you’d like! Happy writing :D Thanks for your message :)
From Pietro at deerinthemirror: "Listen, they're beautiful, no?"
“If you like that sort of thing.” Comes the strained answer. He doesn't turn to face the person speaking to him. He usually doesn't bother speaking to townspeople. He’s certainly not going to start now.
So I drove out to work and discovered that they did have someone else rostered on and didn't need me. Huzzah for an unexpected and much-needed evening off!
And for writing little drabbles...
askwinstormandmarkless said: … Rabbits?
maybethings said: …Goats.
loquaciousquark said: I was going to say “the inevitability of change in a critical requirement of life” but the other answers seem to be a little less existential. ;) How about Safiya?
So here is Safiya, with something about the inevitability of change, and a very little bit about rabbits and goats, because I couldn't think of anything to write about them.
It is always interesting, addressing a class for the first time. Who watches her, eager to learn? Who watches the other students, and how? Are they wary or open? Have they already found themselves a clique, or are they solitary? She knows the Academy well enough to predict which ones will survive, and for how long. The tall boy in the corner, hunched over his books and refusing to meet her eye... unless someone takes him under their protection, as her mother did for Master Djafi when they were young, he will not make it more than a year. The girl in the front row tries to mask her ambition behind a pleasant expression; that will serve her well once she’s practiced it more. Safiya raises one of her eyebrows at the direct stare of another boy. When he’s older, she thinks, he will challenge one of the masters. Perhaps even her.
But there is time before that, and perhaps she will be wrong about her students one of these days. Safiya turns, Kaji fluttering behind one shoulder, and regards them more openly. They quieten under her gaze.
“Good morning,” she wishes them, and waits for the ragged chorus of “Good morning, Mistress Safiya.” Over the years, they will return her greetings many times, but they will never drift closer to unison. For all their cliques and their shared order, Red Wizards are individualistic creatures.
“Tell me,” she says, leaning against her desk, “what is life?”
There is the usual silence as everyone avoids her gaze, afraid of giving the wrong answer, drawing attention, speaking up.
She waits them out.
The one in the front says “Power,” with no nerves or clearing of her throat.
“Exactly the answer I would expect from a Red Wizard of Thay,” Safiya says, and the girl looks very proud of herself – at least until Safiya adds, “Who can give me an answer that’s a little less obvious and a little more original?”
Silence again.
“Survival,” mutters another girl.
“That’s not original,” the first retorts, and then the class starts to come alive. Safiya settles back against her desk and observes.
“Death,” one offers, and “That’s just a bad paradox,” says another. “What about continuance?”
“Life?” “Tautology!”
“Effort.”
“Competition.”
"Pain."
The words are bandied around the room. “Look, the characteristics of life are reproduction, metabolism, excretion-“
“Oh, so the meaning of life is-“
“She wasn’t asking about the meaning-“
When she thinks they’ve talked themselves out, she takes control of the classroom again, with one word. “Change.”
Then she elaborates. “Life is change. Living creatures can change themselves as they grow or develop; their very process of living changes the world around them. You are changing now, and you are affecting change. What is the motto carved into the gates of the Academy?”
“Nothing is immutable,” they mutter, the ones who remember.
“Nothing,” Safiya repeats. “What is living will change on its own, and you may guide those changes. What does not live may be changed by your life. Students...” she smiles now, a calculated softening, “only grasp this, and all the mysteries of the school of Transmutation will clarify themselves for you. Are you ready to begin?”
They nod – some eagerly still, some awed, some unimpressed by her rhetoric, others bored already.
Had she ever been that young?
“Excellent,” she tells them, and says a few words to Kaji. Her familiar flaps away, returning with one of the Academy’s gnolls, who has a brown rabbit in a cage. Safiya takes the cage, dismisses the servitor, and turns back to her class. “Now, say I wished to change this beast into... hm, a goat. What spell would you recommend, and what are the potential complications of that approach? Are their similarities – mammals with systems for regurgitation and redigestion – greater than their differences?”
In three hours, Safiya will leave the Academy.
In two days, her mother will be dead.
In less than a month, Safiya will learn the truth.
Life is change, she’s told classes for years. Now she experiences it.