#monimolimnion

[franzizka]

@monimolimnion i don’t even know what half those words mean help

@seratlantisite HFMFSNDVD that’s the reaction i always want people to have to me actually

[franzizka]

@monimolimnion i’m literally frantically googling how to adopt a fictional character

[daddywright]

badge 11 &4 :3c

💜💜💜 madi ily

4: What’s your favorite line of dialogue?

ooooh. i have two favorite scenes, haha:

“You thought I’d—here?” Phoenix squawks, fire crawling to the tips of his ears. He covers his neck with a scandalized hand, suddenly feeling like people had been ogling him in the nude. “And that I’d just—tell you?!”

Athena buries her face in her hands. “Ughhh, we just—I don’t know! Thought you were seeing somebody? You’ve never dated anyone while we were working here, maybe you’re always like this!”

"You mean shameless?” Phoenix says, and can’t help the disbelieving laugh that falls out of his mouth. Their weird hovering and whispering made so much more sense, now. They weren’t up to something, they were just nosy. And now he has ammunition to tease them for having dirty minds until the end of time. “Jeez, no wonder Apollo broke out the Pine-Sol.”

"Why won’t God let me die?” Apollo asks the ceiling.

AND

"I...it never seemed like the right time. We met again and you were... we weren't exactly friends, not the way we are now. Then you went abroad and I...then I wasn't... good for it, for a long time.” Wright’s expression sobers, and Miles recognizes that weight on his face, the burden that had nearly carved itself permanently into the man after years of hiding and pretending. These days it is a rare sight, but every once in a while, his eyes flicker, his face darkens, and Miles feels helpless, all over again. “Wrong time, wrong me, you know?"

Miles slowly reaches for the man's cheek, and Wright doesn’t move away. He's warm and smooth beneath his fingers, the act thrilling and novel. “You've never been wrong," he says quietly.

“Because I'm always Wright,” Wright replies, smile false, reaching for mirth in the pun and falling short. Pain dances distant in his eyes, and Miles wants to undo it, drive it away with his words, his hands, with the touch of his mouth. More than anything, he wishes he knew how to heal instead of punish that which was unjust. “I know.”

“I wanted you then, too,” Miles says softly. It wasn’t your badge that I loved.

The expression that crosses Wright’s face makes something inside him ache. “Can’t imagine why,” he says, voice layered with an easy self-deprecation that Miles loathes.

"I wasn’t uncomfortable yesterday,” he says, moved to a confession that will displace it. “I was...jealous.”

Wright’s eyes widen, shadows slipping away beneath surprise. “Wh—you were?”

Miles resists the urge to drop his gaze. “When I managed to gather myself after seeing... that thing on your neck—” Wright’s eyes gain a telltale twinkle and he resolutely ignores it—“my first coherent thought was that whoever your new lover was, they couldn’t possibly deserve you.”

Wright gapes at him, cheeks flooding lovely pink. “Miles,” he says, at a loss for words.

“I was going to ask Trucy about them this weekend,” he admits. “Because I wanted to determine if the relationship was serious.”

"And if it was?” Wright asks, visibly marvelling.

Miles winces, heat crawling up his collar. “I would have...adjusted accordingly.”

"Wouldn’t have tried to steal me away, then?” Wright teases, and Miles’s flush creeps to his cheeks and ears. A beat and Wright’s jaw sags.

"I— seriously?” he says. “Miles Edgeworth, you were going to seduce me?”

"Oh, be quiet,” Miles huffs, cheeks ablaze.

"No, really,” Phoenix continues, eyes starry, “I’m very interested, I want to be stolen—”

"Honestly,” Miles says, and he reaches forward, drags Phoenix in by the tie, and kisses him soundly. 

11: What do you like best about this fic?

hmmm. i really love writing aspec/demisexual miles, and the shenanigans in the background with the kids and klapollo was fun. and there are few things more rewarding than writing phoenix as dense as a brick wall when it comes to how other people feel about him. (that and this was my first real E nrmts fic so it was fun hehe)

[clarionglass]

6/7/8 for the ask game ples! ♡

timey my beloved! for this, thank you babe :)

6. what is your favourite sense to incorporate in your writing and why? this is such a curveball of a question and i love it! i mean, like you said when i asked you, sight is the main one. i love describing sight and emotion with slightly offbeat descriptors, it's the area i feel i can get most poetic in. but that said, thanks to this question i might try building up a bit more in other senses, probably touch and sound :D

7. what is your favourite sentence/paragraph? read it to us! (asker can choose what fic) okay so. the perennial fave is good old "spit in his tea Martin" from we should ride this wave to shore, on pure laugh value but! for favourite paragraph... i'm gonna go this one, from crowned by an overture bold and beyond: "...so I was surprised that Jonathan had even noticed. Jonathan--Jon--who smoked as if he was trying to give himself lung cancer. Whose favourite type of tea was strong English Breakfast, but would try every blend at least once, and despised coffee with a passion. Who was never ostentatious in his appearance, but was fastidious in every respect, with pressed shirts and carefully-tied hair and long fingers and well-kept nails, and always carried a small bottle of hand sanitiser in his trouser pocket, just in case. Who wrote with a script like calligraphy, perfectly suited to the flourishes of a fountain pen, but without exception wrote with the plain black ballpoint he kept in his top pocket. Who drank white wine over red as a general preference, but liked a dry Cabernet Franc best of all, and would never touch Chardonnay. Who I once noticed stoop to more closely watch a stray cat that regarded us from the shadows of an alleyway one autumn evening, his eyes uncharacteristically gentle as he observed the wary creature from a polite distance. Who was prickly and grouchy and still the quickest to respond the second he thought I was in trouble, down in the catacombs.

I had forgotten, it seemed, that when I was observing someone so closely, I was also being observed in turn." i'm also going to be a self-indulgent binch and drop a couple of lines from the very very in-progress sections of that same fic because i love em, your honour: "In that barren, starlit field we whirled and we sang and we screamed, throats sandpapered bloody by an unconfined laughter that was as large and as weighty as the world entire. [...] The ritual we had attempted to mimic had long since become a mockery of its sombre self. Whatever dread gods the ancients had once sacrificed to were abandoned, passed over in favour of a pain-bound togetherness we clutched at with greedy hands."

8. if you got a computer virus that deleted all your fics but had just enough time to save one before they were wiped out, which fic would you pick and why? hhhhhhh what a question,,,,,, is this to save one that i'm working on, or save one from getting wiped off the internet entirely? if the latter, then "we should ride this wave to shore", the chatfic, because it's just been a joy to write and i sometimes read it back (because i'm that sort of person) and the sheer stupidity of it makes me happy! and seems to have made a bunch of other people happy too, which i wasn't expecting! but if i'm saving a document i'm actively working on, and isn't saved somewhere else on the internet, then unific. "crowned by an overture bold and beyond". because there's a bunch of working and planning and notes in that doc, and a very specific feel that i'd want to save, bc it's very hard to recapture. that one's the passion project :)

[clarionglass]

tagged in this meme by my beloved gremlin and perpetual doc lurker, @monimolimnion ​, who knows exactly all the horrible things i have named my writing docs and has 100% tagged me to name and shame em

THE RULES: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Anyone can send me an ask afterwards (or a comment in this post) with a title that most intrigues/interests you, and I’ll post a little snippet of it or tell you something about it if it’s an art piece!

i have. oh boy i have a bunch of wips, organised in my gdrive by fandom. i’m also gonna pepper in a couple of completed works (marked by a [X]) because the doc titles are a Lot :’))) feel free to shoot me an ask about any of these! i’m sure people will recognise the posted ones lol

tma: tma gc fic where they’re alL ALIVE AND HAPPY GDI [X] lonelyeyes side fic non-laggy doc so i can write on my phone in bed (technically [X] because i just use it to write chapters of chatfic without it lagging) tma uni pretension tma hustle au god help me tma chatfic dnd sequel concert 2 electric boogaloo tma locked tomb au someone stop me pls

good omens: Magpie (provisionally-titled Good Omens fic) good orchestra In the Demonic Style, a Good Omens Mandy AU

other: please @bbc pick up our spy comedy i promise you it’ll pull in the ratings (britcom) sbs part 1 (and parts 2, 3 and 4; doctor who) witness and reward (doctor who) Digging Ever Deeper [X] (britcom)

editing for the Second time because once i posted too early (ctrl+enter instead of shift+enter my detested) and the second time i realise i forgot to tag other people!! anyone who sees this on your dash is free to take this as a tag, i’m far too shy to tag other writers unprompted lol

[oxenfurt-archives]

name: Tales of Dŵrwedd

pairing: Original Witcher Characters [F/F] wordcount/chapters: 11/? chapters, 37k additional tags: OC-driven, Eventual F/F, Canon-Typical Violence, Combined Game/Book/TTRPG Canon, written as a meandering series of short stories with one long through-line, mostly set ~10 years before TW3 summary:

“Amazing things can happen when you say please and happen to have a sword in your hand.”

While Geralt of Rivia walks his own Path, another Witcher is roaming the Northern Realms. Freshly arrived in Novigrad, Wynne of the Griffin School is trying to absolve herself of a tricky curse, recieved a decade ago on an ill-fated contract. She needs help to lift the magical snare, and the help of a mage, to boot - which is exactly the kind of person Wynne wants to avoid, let alone trust with her innermost secrets. Unfortunately, she’s run out of other options…

Read it on AO3!

[oxenfurt-archives]

can i humbly submit my oc fic for y'all to reblog?

Yes, please do! Submissions are always open 😊

[faithloveandstardust]

monimolimnion : The lower, dense stratum of a meromictic lake (one with permanently stratified layers) that does not mix with the waters above.

https://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/monimolimnion