#kima talks

[kimageddon]

Anniversary

Today marks the two year anniversary of my fic, A Prince of Dathomir. Not from when I posted, but from when I began writing.

It's funny, this used to be the anniversary between myself and my abusive partner. Today is the deadline for me to file court papers against him too.

Two years ago I got a silly little idea in my head. I planned out numerous chapters and storylines, and though I didn't have a solid idea for chapter length, formula and how I wanted to write it... I just started.

Two years, 110 chapters and 360 000 words later... here we are. I am in the process of using that momentum of my fic to also write a book alongside this as well as take art commissions and try to create an art shop.

Yet I still feel like I do nothing. Funny how that goes.

But I am grateful to APOD. To everyone who has read this monumental fic. To everyone who has left feedback. Especially to everyone that is still reading it. To those that created fan art! There was even a fanfic ...of my own fic!

I didn't expect it to get the positive response it has but... I'm thrilled. I only hope my secondary story will garner the same love.

Before APOD, I would start a project, a hobby, a story, and I would do it for a while, maybe even a few months... then I would stop. My motivation would dry up and I wouldn't continue.

So far with this story, it has not happened. I'm still going. It's increasingly hard lately, but I am still going. I want to keep going. Even when I get distracted and sad and upset.

Because I can read my own story and be like "Wow, I'm invested!"

That's never happened to me before.

So I guess what I am trying to say is, thank you. This is a special day for me.

Happy 2nd Anniversary to A Prince of Dathomir

[kimageddon]

Concerning Request - User Warning

Some of you may already know, but I posted a request I received a few weeks ago and since doing so I have learned about the person who made said request.

I learned he asked the exact same request of three others, friends of mine and was overly pushy and manipulative. He accused me of 'tattling' when he discovered I went to one of my friends for advice on writing for the unusual piece. I said nothing inflammatory but he accused me of doing so. When I did not apologise and asked him to point out what I did wrong, he backtracked so quickly.

I had thought that it was nerves, that he wasn't sure if I would judge him for his request. I did not.

What I do mind however is the pushy, manipulating, gaslighting and intimidation he used on my friends to get what he wants. "How far into the story are you?" "When will it be ready?" sending message after message. He does not RB the requests, the only feedback is "I liked it" and that's it. He has harassed my friends for more stories immediately afterwards with no gratitude for the already written fic. I could handle my own interaction, but once I learned how uncomfortable he made THREE other friends of mine, I had to say something.

My advice is, that if you get contacted by a user named @ wisedelusiontiger then ignore it.

If you have been contacted by him or someone else in a similar fashion, please RB and add your story. You don't deserve to be made uncomfortable by someone asking you for a favour.

[kimageddon]

So there were some conversations earlier and I felt the need to explain my writing style. I shall now share with you all because I am self-important like that.

I have found that I think very visually, like movies and pictures and then I have to think of the words to describe it. I also, from having done film and TV courses, was taught to "show don't tell". I like this aspect in films and TV. So I have tried to take this stance with my writing.

"How can you show not tell when it's all words?" I hear noone asking. Well, it's all about the delivery.

For example:

"Time to pay up." The bounty hunter said. He hated this man, but he had to be here.

"Half now, half when the job is done." He replied.

Instead of saying he hates him, I would try to say something like:

"Time to pay up." The bounty hunter grunted. His eyes narrowed and his lip curled. The hunters voice was like sandpaper to his ears, the very air around them was repulsive. His skin crawled and the heat that burned in him the moment the hunter opened his putrid mouth... It was an effort not to gut him where he stood. We're it not for the circumstances of the situation, he would not be here.

"Half now, half when the job is done." He snarled, his eyes filled with distaste.

This is just my opinion, and I am not perfect in this practice, but I definitely prefer the latter. It gives a sense of the character, and I believe that identifying with the character, whoever it is, is important. This is the way I am trying to write my stories, I want my readers to feel something.

Anyway that's my 2c. I'd love to know your thoughts or techniques you use.

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[kimageddon]

2026 Goals

So I have had a lot of stuff happen for me recently and I have been wanting to put together a list of goals for the future in order to have measurable point of reference. Will it keep me accountable? Who knows.

Living with a disability means that not everything can be achievable. What might look good on paper may be too great an ask if one also has to contend with everyday activities that drain energy rapidly.

That being said, I want to live my life, not just exist. Even in this world of uncertainty and unfairness, i want to make something that might hopefully make at least one person smile. Make one day a little brighter.

I can't really do anything integral to survival. There's no guarantee of a need for what I offer. Especially when it seems to be popular just to type in a prompt and have what you want spat out at you in seconds. But I will try my best regardless.

I have a variety of goals, though they are ongoing and not just a "new year's resolution". I want to do more. Whether I can maintain this, we will see.

I have a link here to my Patreon for a more in-depth look into my goals and my thoughts on this, as well as some of the art I have been working on.

News & Updates | Kimageddon's Kreationz

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Most of the article is free to read, though I will highlight that my commissions have reopened for the new year and I am offering 20% discount for all commissions and a 40% discount for all Patreon members.

In the future, I will be offering more discounts and even draw suggestions from patreon members - character, place, creature etc. Those will be for members only and if you wish to vote and see the result (maybe I will draw your character!) then head over.

So, that's what I am up to this year, or at least planning to do. Hopefully there will be some progress.

I'm still writing, I'm still drawing, but I hope to share more with you guys more often. I will also be changing up my tumblr page soon, when I have a moment. It will likely be simplified and focus more on art than writing as the feedback for my fics didn't feel worth the effort I was putting in. I will still be updating, but there will be a bit of a change happening there.

Either way, happy new year, I hope you are all doing well and I will see you soon!

[kimageddon]

I don't know if this is just me, but do you read X reader fics as actually yourself? I just imagine a character for the purposes of the fic. Like a reader character, not me.

Descriptors like fitted dresses or certain dialogue or even the love interest carrying the reader.

None of that applies to me.

So I just imagine a reader character or sometimes one of my own characters.

Does anyone else do this ? Or am I strange?

[kimageddon]

So the ever-wonderful @the-chains-are-the-easy-part sent me a angsty lovely little blurb idea, based on the song Left Outside Alone by Anastacia.

SPOILERS FOR A PRINCE OF DATHOMIR - CHAPTERS 51 & 52 - SIGNAL BELOW THE CUT

So this is a reflection of the events on Lotho Minor that happens in chapter 51 and 52 in my fic series, where Zaiya has arrived to find Maul after she recieved his distress signal.

This was what I was sent:

“Left broken, empty and in despair Wanna breathe, can't find air Thought you were sent from up above But you and me, we never had love So much more I have to say Help me find a way”

“And I wonder if you know, how it really feels To be left outside alone, when it's cold out here Well, maybe you should know, just how it feels To be left outside alone To be left outside alone”

And Maul is frustrated, angered cause she tries to comfort him but (for what he knows) she hadn’t been what he went through, she would never understand the pain and suffering of being discarded and forgotten

“I tell you, all my life I've been waiting For you to bring a fairytale my way Been living in a fantasy without meaning It's not okay, I don't feel safe”

And she had promised for a fairytale, to travel the galaxy together and see the stars, be free, but he lived in the fantasy of become a sith lord and rule that very same galaxy but at this point he just think it was all nonesense, it meant nothing to him comparing to the dream of living with her all those adventures, and all the missed chance make him feel so sad and desprate and he doesn’t feel safe because of everything and because of Sidious

I personally love this, the whole idea, the reflection and the vibe of it because it's exactly where I was going with it. This indeed sums it up. But let's dive into it, shall we?

Maul is alone with his madness, jumping at every sound, both wanting his Master to come for him, and terrified that he will. Then she arrives. So long he was dreaming of her, of the promises they made, the adventures they wanted, the fairytale they painted together.

He is filled with regret, with pain, with longing for things to go back to how they were. Wishing he had taken her hand back then in the hangar. Gone with her and walked away from the Sith. Madness eats at him, haunts and hurts -- burns and boils in his blood. So many voices speak to him. That of his Master as he imagines the old man, that of the child he once was, that of his own despair.

He has been there so long he has forgotten so much. Then she returns. She is whole - so he thinks - she came here, she could leave. But is it real? Can he trust this? Is it safe to believe it this time? Or is it just another trick of his mind?

How could she know his pain? She walked into his labyrinth just fine. She is not mad, not tormented - so he thinks. How could she understand? He was not the same as he once was. She will abandon him too. She will fade away.

Then he sees her scar. Her face marred as it was in last memory of her. A reminder of his failure. Of his fear. He sees her eye. He sees how gaunt she is.

Maybe... just maybe... she does understand.

[kimageddon]

Just out of curiousity... how many of you read my fic/s? I'm not sure if people like to read it or if perhaps posting fics should be done on other sites instead?

I don't get much in the way of feedback/comments/likes/RBs here so I wanted to know if it's worth still posting it here.

FYI - I'm not complaining just curious about whether anyone actually sees it.

[kimageddon]

So, it's official.

I had to fork out a lot of money for it, but I was tested for autism and according to this very wordy report. I am in fact autistic. This is a massive relief, while I am an adult now, it has not been easy for me growing up. Either people called me weird or stupid and I found making friends very very difficult.

This has been a relief as I said. I'm not stupid, I just think differently. It's nice to know for sure.