#zomsaurus

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@carnasnow

Shoot, we had one in Montreal not too long ago too- is it earthquakes season or smt?

@zomsaurus

I've been in bc for what....6 years now and y'all have gotten an earthquake before me

@attichoney4u

Omg! Earthquakes also happened in the place where I live two days ago! Fortunately, noone was injured and nothing bad happened! Are u ok?

Sounds like the tectonic plates are just unhappy with 3/4 of us and we are going to have to do something to appease them

but yeah i didn’t notice it at all where i was lol i’m totally fine, I didn’t find out until like two days after it had happened haha

[akumastrife]

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babe thank you so much

✨What's a fic you've posted you wish you could breathe life into again and have people talking about it? (or simply a fic you wish got more credit)

No Price Too Great; No Distance Too Far the rarepair raven cycle medieval au I wrote for a bigbang (my first and last)! Its 40k, all the things I like to write, with a bunch of flowery metaphors and 97% just yearning okay. It was a lot of work, a lot of love, but unfortunately seems to be too self-indulgent to be a fandom hit.

🌈is there a fic that you worked *really fucking hard on* that no one would ever know? maybe a scene/theme you struggled with?

The Coral Isle Alliance, the teen wolf Scott/Danny fantasy kingdom au. I struggled with it because originally I wanted it to be 8 chapters, and a sweeping epic of found family, slow burn, and dreamy aesthetics. But... It sat in my drafts for over a year and I got overwhelmed when I didn't have all the story figured out. There was definitely a mental block that I think in part was because already I knew deep down it was only for me and very few people were even going to read it.

So I took everything I had already written and crunched it down into a one shot, and tbh that was all it needed to be.

🌻what makes you want to give up on writing? what makes you keep going?

lack of engagement definitely makes my desire to write fic very low, and i've been struggling with that for several years now. I enjoy fic and enjoy rarepairs/tropes that I know I'll have to write myself to have, and there's many fics started on my computer. But engagement has deceased so much across fandom in the last 6-7 years and tbh the effort I know I'll end up putting into it to not really get any feedback? It's bleak man. Makes it harder and harder to justify the time when I have original novels I want to write for publication as well.

But I keep writing, and I keep thinking of new aus and fic I probably will never write because I enjoy the creativity of fandom and I have a lot of feelings about characters I don't know what to do with otherwise. Fandom was pivotal for my adolescence, and definitely shaped the way I engage with art. I want to contribute to it, it's just how I am.



🎀give yourself a compliment about your own writing

I feel like I'm really honing my ability to weave emotional impact into the narrative! I can't draw the moment of anguish on a characters face, but I'm gonna try to convey it in a paragraph anyway!

🎉how often do you celebrate completing & posting a work? how often do you give yourself the credit/validation that you seek from others when you post? (if you don't, you should!)

Oh. Oh, well, I.. don't, i guess? I suppose posting is the reward, as in, the relief of having finished something (something I struggle with.)

How do you all celebrate a posted fic? Clearly I need ideas! =3

🍭why did you start writing?

I've always had the ideas, even before fanfic. And it was never enough to have them, and think about them, there's always been that desire to write them down, flesh them out, truly play around in them. I've been an avid reader since I learned how, and I guess there was always a part of me that liked it so much I wanted to participate.



🎙️which one of your fics would you like someone to make a pod-fic of?

Thematically, I think 'dust devils on the horizon' (Joy cowboy au) would translate really well with the right narrator.

💌share something with us about an up-and-coming work (WIP) that has you excited!

Yes it's true, i'm rewriting (for the 4th time) a KH fic I started 13 years ago that I want to actually finish this time. I'm posting chapters as I finish them, instead of waiting for all of it to be finished so I don't lose motivation but boy its hard.

When i write fic, which is rarer these days, its for me, or whatever my friends want to read.

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zomsaurus replied to your post: Fic Author Tag Game

the boy from new york is easily one of my fav fics ever!!!! ive reread it so many times because of how good it is!

Hey thank you so much! :D

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superhero max please!

Just answered!

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Special card arrived in time for special birthday today :3 Mew and Luke for @zomsaurus

Psychic types amirite

[akumastrife]

jercy cowboy au pls im thirsty

Jason had never seen the ocean. Heard of it, sure, by wealthy travelers and some of the older folk in their glory days. But he’d never been that far in… any direction, really. Even if he caught himself gazing at the horizon with so much longing in his bones he thought he might crumble under it. People talked about the ocean as a thing of ease and power at once; how the sunlight sparkled and shone off the rippling surface bluer than any glass work a craftsman could manage; how the spray of it was cold and salty and unending in its rhythms. A person could measure the day by the constant ebb and flow just as well as the sun, and lose themselves in the watching of it.

Jason believed it, but then, he didn’t think these people had ever seen Percy’s ocean blues twinkle and dance at him.

“Dust cloud on the edge of town,” Reyna said, clipped and unhappy. She leaned in the open doorway, arms crossed, mouth pursed.

That meant horses. That meant trouble.

Jason swallowed and stood from his desk in the corner of the sheriff’s office, fastening his holster belt more secure. He shouldn’t wish for trouble. They didn’t need it, and New Rome didn’t deserve it.

But trouble usually meant Percy, and that was a sort that Jason should’ve minded a hell of a lot more than he did. Even if, as far as trouble went, Percy was the best sort. He and his posse liked to cause ruckus, but they didn’t hurt nobody, and more often than not they ran off anyone who truly meant New Rome harm.

That’s what he told himself anyway, leaning against the railing of the porch as he watched the group of riders approach, hollerin’ and whooping the whole way. He wrestled back a twitch in his lips Reyna would smack him for if she saw.

They were a wild thing, racing hard and hiding none of their delight in living free and however they pleased. There was a small, secret part of Jason that envied that. But he had his town, and his responsibilities, and his life. He couldn’t just go off without a thought for anyone else.

That’s what he told himself, over and over, as the patchwork collection of horses drew nearer. They didn’t stop until they crowded in front of the sheriff’s office, calling out to townsfolk, their horses antsy and shifting constantly.

Percy Jackson only had eyes for Jason; nudging Blackjack to the railing, those pretty blues crinkled in mirth. Percy tugged off a glove and twisted a finger in the top of his bandanna—just as bright, just as blue, just as obnoxious, even streaked in dust—and pulled it down to grin crooked up at him. With Jason’s lean, they were almost eye level.

That didn’t stop him from looking at Percy’s mouth.

“Deputy Grace,” Percy said, tipping his hat. Blackjack whickered and flicked his head out to nip at the gray shoulder of Jason’s own horse, mirroring his master’s playful goading. Tempest was a lot easier, and flicked ears toward him, nipping back.

“Jackson,” Jason said, carefully.

Reyna snorted from behind him, the porch creaking under her boots. “What business do your lot have in town today?”

Percy put up his hands in mock surrender, squeezing his knees to maneuver his horse to face her so expertly that it seemed they were one being. It made Jason’s mouth dry. “Nothin’ untoward, I promise you that, my good lady. Some dry goods. A visit to Leo, when we’ve got a couple of thrown shoes. A good time in Big D’s saloon, if you care to join.”

“I do not,” Reyna said coolly.

Percy’s smile pulled up brighter. “Thought I’d offer just the same, plenty of tales we could tell, of out there in the plains. Maybe you could spare some of your fine employees, in any case,” and again shifted his eyes to Jason.

Jason swallowed, didn’t smile, even if he gave himself away glancing back to Reyna. Loyalties torn and whipped all in one, and damned Jackson knew it. “I better keep an eye on them, Sheriff,” Jason said. He straightened, hooking thumbs through his belt-loops and fixing Percy with a stern stare he knew Percy didn’t believe for a moment.

“We won’t keep him long, fair Sheriff,” Piper said, pretty as her painted horse, and blew Reyna a kiss.

Aha.

Reyna’s mouth twisted even unhappier, eyes hard, and pushed away from the door to tramp down the porch and off into town on foot. Her hand never left her gun, but Jason smiled to himself because he knew Reyna best, and when she was relenting.

When he looked back, Percy’s smile was even wider, catching Jason off guard. But Percy’s eyes were trained on his mouth, having caught that smile all for himself.

Jason colored, tipping the brim of his hat down like that was supposed to hide anything.

“Suppose I better escort you,” Jason mumbled. “Make sure you’re going where you claim.”

“Oh, absolutely. Who knows what trouble I could find on my way.”

Jason could think of a few things, all including shadowy alleys and quiet little nooks behind buildings.

Jason had never seen the ocean, but looking down at Percy now, he didn’t think he needed to. He doubted it’d compare, anyway.

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