Your Bone Harp fanfic piece is beautiful and I was so thrilled to find it. Thank you so much for writing it!
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Your Bone Harp fanfic piece is beautiful and I was so thrilled to find it. Thank you so much for writing it!
Thank you! I'm glad you enjoyed it!

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Our earth is wounded. Her oceans and lakes are sick; Her rivers are like running sores; The air is filled with subtle poisons. And the oily smoke of countless hellish fires blackens the sun. Day has become night.
Fish are born deformed; birds fall lifeless from the sky. Forests and plains wither. Animals running in futile search for shelter and food Collapse and die.
Men and women, scattered from homeland, family,friends, Wander desolate and uncertain, scorched by a toxic sun, Prey to empty longings, strange diseases and sudden death.
Nor is night a cooling time of moonlit rest, But a fearful flame-lit void Of sirens, cries and murderous phantoms. In this desert of frightened, blind uncertainty, Some take refuge in the pursuit of power, of knowledge and technique; Some become manipulators of illusion and deceit; Some take refuge in realms of self-satisfied passion; And some build up a golden wall of simple wealth.
Men have become robots and zombies As they have made these hopes and fears Their ruthless demonic lords.
If goodness and bravery still dwell in this world As other than a flickering shadow on the edge of sleep, If wisdom and harmony still dwell in this world As other than a dream lost in an unopened book, They are hidden in out heartbeat. And it is from our hearts that we cry out. We cry out and out voices are the single voice of this wounded earth. Our cries are a great wind across the earth.
- Penik, Douglas J. The Warrior Song of King Gesar. Wisdom Publications, 1996.
fake relationship but its a king and his concubine that was once an amazing soldier but he couldn’t go up the ranks for whatever reason so the king was like listen. hear me out. you can be my strategy dude. u just gotta be okay w walking around shirtless a lot. and soldier dude is like man that’s an UPSIDE and yknow they end up falling in love
some idiot advisor: I can’t believe his majesty lets his boytoy attend these council meetings, it’s an insult to the noble institutions that uphold our nation, it’s an outrage—
a somewhat smarter advisor: you’re just mad bc he pointed out how dumb your naval attack strategy and no one laughed when you made a mean joke about him
Boytoy has gone from a top fighter who was well respected but in constant danger to wearing silks and eating grapes on daises. That fucked up rotator cuff was the best thing to ever happen to him
Bonus points: at least half the other concubines are experts in assorted fields, the monarch brings them to relevant meetings to both play up a reputation for frivolity, and make sure at least one person there doesn’t have an outside agenda.
my harem?
did you mean: my chief strategic advisors
The kingdom is an absolute monarchy but the harem has become a secret meritocracy. The nobles and official advisors kind of side-eye His Majesty because wow some of these consorts must have like…really good personalities. Kings of the past have had their own specific tastes of course; size, shape, age, color, et cetera. More than one ruler has interviewed consorts feet first and Ardwin the Adventurous’s obsession - God rest him - with snuffling armpits like a sow rooting for mushrooms is well known despite never being alluded to in polite company.
The worst part of it is that the new king takes at least part of his harem with him everywhere and it’s so embarrassing. The Counselors of War have never once met with His Divine Majesty without that hulking battle-scarred consort interrupting with muttered growls or scornful snorts. And the Ministers of Finance all flinch at the sight of that fox-faced one, rumored to have been rescued from the gallows because His Augustness took a fancy to his eyes or some such nonsense. General petition days are even worse, with practically the entire harem drifting in and out of the Grand Hall in turns, insouciant and smug like granary cats who know they’ve been given full run of the courtyards and barns.
It’s absolutely infuriating that the kingdom has never before known such a period of peace and prosperity under this ridiculous monarch.
Tag to this - the biggest secret is the Queen who runs the Kingdom’s spy network. It’s the envy of all the other Kingdoms around, and not a few nobles! Not ALL of the Kingdom’s Diplomats are spies. But many of their servants are. The Queen grew up as a neglected child, and she learned how servants are ignored, but who always know everything that goes on. Many of the spies are like the Queen - beautiful and seemingly vacuous. The sp[ies tend to have great fun, and also work closely with the Concubines
#everyone is furious when the king picks his bride #a minor princess! of a minor ally! she’s not even that pretty or smart or anything! #but at least when the king marries her he’ll have to get rid of his harem #or at the VERY LEAST stop FLAUNTING them everywhere #if nothing else her family will object to this insult to her honor
#BUT THEN
#somehow she’s befrIENDED THE CONCUBINES
#sometimes they follow HER around!! in public!!
#the king and queen are s h a r i n g t h e h a r e m
#never has the court been so furious and scandalized all at once #it’s a genuine shock to all of them when ten years later no one has even once tried to overthrow the royal family #(they’re wrong there have been no less than thirty attempted coups twelve of which nearly succeeded) #(but the harem and the spy network are VERY good at their jobs)
The queen entering the castle
IS MOON DAY!!! MOOOOON DAY!!!! THE DAY OF MOOOOON! HAPPY MOON DAY 🌝 (we landed on the moon today in 1969)
AO3 writers! Why do you NOT respond to comments on your work?
Respinding doubles the number of comments, which can look like stat cheating
I don't want to foster a parasocial relationship with my readers
I feel bad: they offer great feedback and all I can come up with is "Thanks"
I don't have time
I never check my AO3 email
Some other reason
I always respond to comments actually!
I never get comments
I don't post fanfic on AO3
Bald etc etc
Yes there's a typo in the first option but I am not redoing the whole thing

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D/s and Emotional Needs
This post is basically a transcript of a speech I give to newbies to the D/s scene all the time IRL. I figured it might be useful not only to people curious about kink IRL but also to smut writers here on the smut writing website.
For the purposes of this post, I am sending specific physical acts out of the room. Right now they don't matter, because you can meet an emotional need through any number of physical acts. So when I say that there are many ways to dom and many ways to sub, I am not referring to many kinds of physical acts. I mean that there are many emotional needs that doms and subs bring to scenes, and those can change the scene more than the choice of physical acts that will occur in that scene.
I say this to newbies to the scene because they tend to have a narrow view of the motivations and needs that bring people to D/s, biased by both the newbie's own preferences and the depictions of D/s they've seen in media. The same is true of people who write kink fic. Kink fic is very biased to a narrow subset of the wide range of emotional needs that people might bring to this kind of play.
It's really important to understand this in D/s IRL because a mismatch or miscommunication about these needs can lead to a bad scene. For example, let's take the approaches of sub-as-beloved-pet and sub-as-object. If a dom treats a sub as a beloved pet when what they really want is to be treated like an object, then a sub who went into a scene needing to be ignored, or at the very least the illusion of being ignored and disregarded, is suddenly in the spotlight of a lot of intense attention and affection. Again, I will note that both of these scenes could potentially involve the same physical acts, just approached differently. Let's say it's a service submission scene where the sub is naked and cleaning the room for the dom. Sub-as-beloved-pet would get frequent praise and lots of patiently repeated instructions, while sub-as-object would get one detailed instruction at the beginning and no reinforcement except a punishment if they get part of the instruction wrong.
I'm going to go through a bunch of different styles of dom and sub, with the emotional needs that underlie them. This list is not exhaustive. I'm sure there's more I haven't thought of or encountered, so feel free to reblog with additions. It may also be a bit dom-biased because I'm a dom, but I think that might be for the best, because the emotional needs of doms are generally less understood than those of subs.
Various consensual kinks discussed below. Kinkshamers in the notes will be blocked with extreme prejudice.
What was the MAIN driving premise/basis/trope of the first fic you ever wrote, or remember writing?
Alternate Universe (Coffee Shop, Highschool/University, Superhero, etc.)
Canon Divergence (SEPARATE and distinct from Alternate Universe. "...What if.")
Fix-It Fic (These characters will be happy OR ELSE)
Romance/Shipping (Smacking barbie dolls together. Enrichment. NSFW included.)
Hurt/Comfort/OR ALSO No Comfort (Includes Whump/Sickfic.)
Self Insert/Original Character Placement (Gods bravest soldiers)
Crossover (My personal favorite! Fandom crossed with fandom.)
Continuation Fic (Original work canonically ended, but I didn't hear no bell.)
Elaborate in the tags, maybe even link your fic if you're able to! I like seeing what people's driving force to write fic is, because it always seems to be different depending on who you ask.
i've had the sketch sitting around since the end of inktober, since it's the last scene of hote, and finally finished it today (but with graphite instead of ink...) so here you go
A Lich Lord covered his head with rags and disguised himself as a cleric, then joined the heroes' party. His reasoning? He was bored and wanted to see the world without instilling fear.
There's an adventurer's code, is the thing. Not any of the official ones. Something more subtle.
You see—people who pick up this trade aren't quite normal. Normal people stay home and become the miller or the baker and raise a bunch of kids. Adventurers are almost defined by being a little different.
Like, take Lissar, our swordswoman. Big, buff, drinks a lot, what you would expect mostly. Doesn't talk about her family. Skittish about the full moons. Turns out that she got a bad spell for her gender-fixing and ended up with a nasty case of avolitional lycanthropy, which means that her girlfriend has to use a restraining collar whenever there's enough moonlight. (And no, I don't know if they do anything else with it, I have a firm policy that I don't hear anything that happens in other people's tents, even when I do. So don't ask. I also don't get the human gender thing at all. Sounds strange for a dwarf to say, but I almost think that the elves and their twelve-gender system make more sense, at least they're dividing people up based on actual traits that they have rather than vague physical generalizations that are sometimes dead wrong anyway.)
And me, I'm an absolutely normal dwarf, you think. Why would I go adventuring. Well, you may have noticed the odd-colored left eye, but you might also want to look at the things I do—the petty magics and the prestidigitation—and wonder exactly why a dwarf, scion of a decent family in a well-run cavern, would pick up what are essentially thieves skills—
And then you would want to mind your own business. Because that's the code. Everyone has some odd wrinkles in their backstory, it happens. It'll probably come out at the worst possible moment, too. But you don't pry.
So when dude shows up with a bandaged face telling us to call him Brother Healhand and using a bizarre mix of slang that spreads across the last three hundred years, if not more—we knew perfectly well that something was up, and we didn't ask.
Which works up until he ended up commanding, not turning, a full legion of the Smoke King's undead forces. That gets…hard to ignore.
"Hast thou a notion what I should do with these fuckers?" Brother Healhand asked me, sitting pensively on a rock. His bandages were disarranged enough that I could see glowing eyes, and the crystal on the end of his staff was a rather disturbing eldritch greenish purple rather than its usual soft white. I don't think I'm supposed to be able to see that color. I looked at the army of obedient zombies instead.
"Did you do the same ritual as the Smoke King?" Probably not what I should lead with.
"The blood rite of immortality?" Becoming a lich has a body count. A large one. That's why decent people don't do it. Brother Healhand looked away. "People change."
Can't argue with that. I've changed some myself.
For one thing, I'm talking to an undead rather than dying in a futile attack. That's a change. Dwarves have opinions about things that don't stay dead. (Except the Star-Jeweled King, who I think may actually be dead, but people hope he isn't—although even there, there's a kind of relief in the fact that he hasn't woken up, because that would be the Big One, the War at the End of the World, and we all know we're not all getting through that one.)
"You going to stand with us against the Smoke King?"
"Even had I not changed," Brother Healhand said promptly. "My kind are territorial and combative. And the Smoke King is just plain crass."
The enemy of my enemy is not my ally, necessarily, but he's still a guy you'd rather have around than not. So long as you keep an eye on him. "And these guys—"
"Spread the word not, I pray," Brother Healhand said, "but mindless undead have always slightly—bothered me. Nature abhors a vacuum. I feel that Things creep into the gap where the soul was. Which can lead to—unpleasantness."
And these zombies were old. "Do you think we can safely use them to fight the Smoke King's other legions?"
Brother Healhand was quiet for a moment. "I abhor the notion of being the distraction. However. Thou canst picture it, no? Another lich approaches, raises his banner, hails the Smoke King in his lair and threatens him with his own minions, telling him to come on if he thinks he's hard enough. Hardly a challenge any lich could or would ignore. Meanwhile a small team, slipping through the tunnels beneath the mountain— it could be done. Perhaps. The odds are not good but when have they ever been?"
I thought about it.
It might be the best chance we were going to get.
"No heroic last stands," I said. "You distract him and you get out of there, get it? We want to see you again when we get out."
Brother Healhand gave me a wry look. Which is difficult with eldritch glowing eyes. "I did not come to this state by loving the notion of death. I'll be there, with bells on. I would have thy promise of the same."
It occurred to me that given Brother Healhand's age—whatever it was—there might be significance in the fact that about a month ago, he switched to calling us all thou. I think most of us wrote it off as, oh, he talks like that. Maybe not.
"With bells on," I promised.
the fact that we are firmly in a time where conservatives are like "the actual founding fathers, who were slaveowners, were not racist enough for my taste" is wild

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Rules: tagger gives a word, then for each letter of that word you share a sentence/excerpt from your wips that start with that letter.
I was tagged by @nemainofthewater and my word is Angst.
The next word is peanut. I'm tagging @adragonsfriend and @nimblermortal and anyone who wants it.
And then. Sayo Mdang stepped forwards with his hands out.
- Cliopher Mdang, who is definitely, 100% not Cliopher Mdang, chapter 12
Not all of the apples had lasted as well as the one she’d cut up, even if they hadn’t actually started to rot. Some of the tests she would need to do again where the pair of apples under the same conditions had survive differently. But overall . . . she had expected this to be harder. Once she had noted down how the apples fared, Euphemia went off and found a purified basket to carry all of the apples that she considered fit for the Lord Emperor.
- From my affectionately called Fuck Scurvy fic, for HOTE
Gone and happy, he hopes.
- From the notes of a new fic I'm writing called Gone Out Swimming, for HOTE
She will not be able to hold Lordship of Zunidh, and you are no longer so young as you once were.
- also from Gone Out Swimming
The magic of the tower was old and worn and frayed, enough so that it was no longer able to draw upon the wild magic just beyond the border to sustain itself. What was left was unmistakable. Given the power of a Marwn’s life and death, Euphemia almost thought that perhaps the tower had never been used. Almost thought - except she’d found the bones.
-Also from Fuck Scurvy
We’ve waited a year to reblog this. Happy Bread Anniversary!
Because it’s important to celebrate the little victories in life.
No, no, no!
This is April 19 on the Julian Calendar.
The real bread day is on April 7th
Double cloth pick up for class! It’s genuinely irritating how obnoxious this is to set up and weave because the result is SO pretty. I drafted this up for a different class last semester (which is also posted on my page) and I’m hoping to get at least two full dragons if not more.
Dragons in Chinese culture are forces of good.
Dragons in The Journey to the West are forces of good but also invite demons - such as the Bull Demon King - to their underwater parties.
Cang Qiong Mountain Sect is a very important place and the fact that their peak lords have a tradition of ascending as one means that they are effectively a baby-god-producing factory and thus the peak lords and their heirs would get invited to parties because of diplomacy.
Mobei-Jun genuinely thinks he has been courting Airplane for a long time.
What I'm saying is Airplane is damned lucky to have never gotten caught at a party when he - according to CQMS - wasn't supposed to be there.
Additionally:
These events can be happening simultaneously.
Or Airplane might accidentally be getting a reputation as party-exploders because it just. keeps. happening.
Mobei-Jun's just annoyed his beloved's acquaintences and family keep ruining their dates.
Of course, just because Yue Qingyuan, Shen Qingqiu, and Shang Qinghua come from the peaks most likely to go to parties diplomatically doesn't mean those are the only peak lords/peak heirs invited to parties...
(Strictly speaking Prince is Wangzi 王子, not just Wang 王 which is king, but Wang is - if I understand correctly - an acceptable term when you've got an emperor or ruling parent outranking you. Let me know if I've got that wrong, and my apologies if so.)m
Speaking of consequences, the Lord of An Ding Peak and Shizun to Shang Qinghua is having a time.
#consider: sqh being invited to the same party both by cqms and mbj and playing collateral <- prev tags
Excellent contribution!
Look, it's not Qingge's fault he got involved in this. He was just innocently hunting some demons who were causing havoc and followed one of them in. He didn't even know it was a party.
#Several generations of previous anding lords foaming at the mouth thinking of all the Good Trade they'll get when head disciple shang scores#Cheer us sqh maybe you can spin this to look non-traitorous#(meanwhile mbj was already planning the wedding) <- prev tags
The thing about Airplane when he runs into people he knows at parties he's supposedly not at/supposed to be at, is that he never makes things easier for himself:
Unrelatedly: the reblogs have made a necklace!
Hey, @many-eyed-monster , this inspired me. 😅
It's important to remember that while Airplane is an anxious coward, he's also a trolling millennial obnoxious piece of shite (affectionate).
For demons, beating each other up is flirting, so...
You know what I'm with that one other reblogger this should be a 500K crack fic on ao3. Right now. Stat.
on another note:
that sqh and sj mutually assured destruction is hilarious.
What prev said: #Circling back to the mutually assured destruction#Wouldn't it be funny then if sj started dragging sqh on his shady missions#Bc apparently sqh Always has an excuse to be there?#Need to infiltrate a cluster of demonic cultivators? They're actually trading partners for the sect and sqh needs to check on them#Unusual monster activity at a town? The mayor has invited sqh to his daughter's wedding bc he set up the caravan that let him pay her dowry#Middle of the southern demonic court?#Tlj is actually so delighted about sqh and mbj's relationship (and sqh's trail of chaos and bodies) that he personally invited him#Sqh managed to hold off news from reaching the sect by being cunning unrecognizable and making sad eyes arpunf mbj for a week#Truly sj would hate it so so much but he'd also Know it's a useful strategic advantage#Which makes him hate it more#Sqh on his end is increasingly stressed about all the attention#How can one fade into the bg while this chaos goes on!#Really he's lucky he's so good at taking care of things quietly or sj would have five times the amount of dirt he has on him
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who was the very first fandom you wrote for?
star trek
sherlock holmes
doctor who
supernatural
harry potter
star wars
tolkien
lord of the rings
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Would you be afraid
Yes, city
Yes, country
No, city
No, country
When I was in undergrad I was working on my thesis as a photo student and every other Friday I would leave Chicago at 6pm after my internship and drive 7 hours to eastern Kentucky where I would shoot for the weekend. The last two hours of the drive were basically this.
The scariest part of this video is all the deer that are lurking on the side of the road waiting to run out in front of, or perhaps straight into, your car.
I think what I love most about mythology is that the “Trickster God/Spirit” is an archetypical character found in almost every body of folklore. It’s like “Oh, here’s our God of the Sun, our God of the Sea, our God of Fertility, and our God of Being A Wretched Little Gremlin Who Causes Problems On Purpose”