I've been writing fanfiction since the '90s. While I do post in-progress snippets of fanfiction I am writing here (you can check the "my writing" tag for that) the main place to read my written work is on AO3.
In case of shenanigans here is the address: https://archiveofourown.org/users/SofiaDragon/works
I use my bookmarks as a collection of stories I have read and enjoyed enough not to lose. I also use the Recommended Stories feature, so if you want to see a list of fantastic stories, you can utilize the filter or just click here.
I reblog a lot of things that catch my attention, but mostly fandom stuff and current events. There are a lot of different fandoms I am interested in, and sometimes I'll go back to the stories that first got me interested in writing. From ACD's Sherlock Holmes and Star Trek to the latest MCU movie and Spy X Family or even Eminence in Shadow - I like a wide range of story types so long as the characters are well crafted. Give me someone who seems so real they can walk right off the page or a setting I can sink into, and I'm happy. If you like that sort of thing, pull up a chair and stay a while.
I do not blog about charity for spiritual reasons. That I do not reblog posts or answer asks about charity means nothing about what I do or do not support offline.
More personal stuff about who I am under the cut!
Autistic spectrum cis female demi-aromantic. US American, social-democrat, has been overseas but not as much as I'd like. Can vaguely understand tourist Japanese and Spanish with context to help, but only fluent in English.
I put a lot of worldbuilding in my writing with a dash of humor and dramatic irony. In IRL conversation I'm sarcastic and enjoy ethical and political debates - and I have the privilege of coming from a family where we don't take those disagreements personally and will happily "devil's advocate" a position just to prolong the discussion if the conversation is productive in finding the flaws in the political ideas we support. Especially on the internet, hot intellectual debate of serious issues without catching feelings is a rare commodity.
I studied world religion, psychology, and creative writing as an Early Childhood Education major for my first round in college. Then I had to go make money due to a family calamity, so I swapped to Small Business Management and learned about economics, politics, teaching adults, and bookkeeping. Eventually, I took a job at a small chocolate shop and learned how to make gourmet chocolates, because the high stress and long hours of my management job was actually killing me due to chronic medical issues.
I believe that most of the fan criticisms of series and movies come from a place of love, since we wouldn't care so much if we weren't invested. You will see posts tagged "critical" or "criticism" related to fandoms that I adore. That thing I said about intellectual debates? It absolutely applies here.
I also tag political posts. If you don't want to see commentary on real life drama when browsing please filter your tumblr - I highly recommend a side blog with "#politics" blocked if you don't like seeing that stuff when you are in fun fandom mode generally. Curate your experience.
I've had some mental health struggles related to my poor physical health (chronic illness sucks) and fertility problems stemming from a hormone imbalance caused by working in an office where my boss used testosterone cream irresponsibly, don't try me on gender dysphoria it isn't a trigger it's waving a flag in front a bull. I will give you the horns. I'm very strong on trans/genderqueer issues partly because I have experienced the distress of my body doing masculine things like growing a full beard against my will and partly because I have a cousin more than 20 years older than me who transitioned when I was a kid and is one of the most actualized and happy people I've ever known.
Nobody should be forced to use their body or perform their life in a certain way for the benefit of other people contrary to their nature or will. This also includes medical privacy and legalizing [while responsibly regulating] most drugs. You will see this theme in some of my stories and it colors all of them in the sense that my idea of what is morally correct includes that kind of freedom.
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A community to keep better track of the roleplay blogs
Hey, are you a Dr. Stone RP blog? Good news: I made a Tumblr community so we can actually organize this chaos a little better.
There are way too many blogs floating around, and my current method of finding people is basically "hope the algorithm does its job." Which, statistically speaking, is a terrible system.
So join if you want.
Ten billion percent more efficient than yelling into the void.
"So you're Phantom," one of the Gotham vigilantes spoke up in a dry manner.
"Why yes. Yes I am," Phantom puffed his chest out, feeling cocky.
"Then what does the D logo in your chest stand for?"
…Danny will forever cursed Sam for that stupid D logo on his chest because everytime he introduced himself to either a citizen or hero community, he had to explain the D logo (He's trying to have a secret identity)
God dammit Sam.
Later....
"Oh no. This is what I wore before I died. Ignore the logo please."
Gen confessing to Senku the night before the moon mission because even though it's a round trip, things can still go wrong, and he wouldn't be able to live with himself without telling Senku his true feelings.
Senku gently cradles Gen's face in his hands and promises he'll come back and then kisses him.
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The seed vs. leaf thing is probs right in most places. I just remembered the cola recipe had it in and was curious which translation they used. It turned out the translation went against mystikelh, so I couldn't pass up on posting it (・ω・)
The seed vs. leaf thing is probs right in most places. I just remembered the cola recipe had it in and was curious which translation they used. It turned out the translation went against mystikelh, so I couldn't pass up on posting it (・ω・)
The seed vs. leaf thing is probs right in most places. I just remembered the cola recipe had it in and was curious which translation they used. It turned out the translation went against mystikelh, so I couldn't pass up on posting it (・ω・)
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Senku does not believe it's him, it doesn't make sense that his father was "buried" like that with a Medusa in his hand. It's probably just an old man who was named after his father. How would he get a Medusa to use, and why like that? None of this makes sense! Byakuya has to bust out the "something nobody else knows" to prove it.
Byakuya, age 80-something but feeling spry thanks to being freshly revived: Before I adopted you, your name was Gaku, but I always thought that naming a kid Study was one of several inexcusable ridiculous choices my best friend made, and I wasn't going to force you to live with that mistake.
Old man pushes the kids aside to get to the radio: Xeno is that you? It's Byakuya. Stop being so dramatic. We'll do a pot luck dinner tomorrow night, what do you have besides the corn? I'll tell you we've got plenty of seafood including sushi grade tuna, sodas including coke, and I know how you are without caffeine so we'll make a big pot of tea. Come on, speak up man, at 83 I don't have time for your dramatic pauses.
Xeno is stuck between offended at Byakuya still being far too familiar with him and tempted to accept the offer of a pot luck dinner as a trap to capture them all more efficiently.
"They've got coke?" Stanley's voice from the encrypted raido interrupts him, he clicks his microphone over to the other channel, Byakuya carrying on in his right ear. "He means Coca-Cola?"
"Yes." Xeno sighs, considering his best friend's sweet tooth. "What is your assessment?"
"Primitive weapons, fancy bartender, and there's a little girl that just came on deck with cotton candy."
"An ambush..."
"If he's your friend from work like he says he is, we can just invite them to stay the winter in exchange for pulling their own weight. Hell, given that half of them are in rags I don't know why they'd want to leave."
"You want the candy."
"That's not the only reason."
"You want the candy and the seafood."
"And the labor, and to capture all their assets using as few bullets as possible. We already lost a plane, and maybe they got lucky or maybe their rags are a fashion statement. They put up a fight we'll put it down."
Xeno clicked his mic back to the open frequency, interrupting Byakuya's description of an office birthday party thrown for Xeno hat had been mostly tollerable."
"Must you always be so effervescent? Though yes, the vanilla latte cupcakes were exellent." There had been benefits to being counted among the man's friends, and his uncanny ability to select perfectly appropriate gifts was attached to several good memories.
"Xeno! It is you! Senku's with me, of course." [Gen is currently having a mental breakdown very quietly in the background, assuming there is a sniper looking down sights. He's right but Stan is daydreaming about surf 'n turf.]
"I'm making arrangements for you to dock at the castle for the night, and we can spend tomorrow working out he finer details. Approximately what are the dimensions you need?"
Senku does not believe it's him, it doesn't make sense that his father was "buried" like that with a Medusa in his hand. It's probably just an old man who was named after his father. How would he get a Medusa to use, and why like that? None of this makes sense! Byakuya has to bust out the "something nobody else knows" to prove it.
Byakuya, age 80-something but feeling spry thanks to being freshly revived: Before I adopted you, your name was Gaku, but I always thought that naming a kid Study was one of several inexcusable ridiculous choices my best friend made, and I wasn't going to force you to live with that mistake.
Old man pushes the kids aside to get to the radio: Xeno is that you? It's Byakuya. Stop being so dramatic. We'll do a pot luck dinner tomorrow night, what do you have besides the corn? I'll tell you we've got plenty of seafood including sushi grade tuna, sodas including coke, and I know how you are without caffeine so we'll make a big pot of tea. Come on, speak up man, at 83 I don't have time for your dramatic pauses.
Xeno is stuck between offended at Byakuya still being far too familiar with him and tempted to accept the offer of a pot luck dinner as a trap to capture them all more efficiently.
"They've got coke?" Stanley's voice from the encrypted raido interrupts him, he clicks his microphone over to the other channel, Byakuya carrying on in his right ear. "He means Coca-Cola?"
"Yes." Xeno sighs, considering his best friend's sweet tooth. "What is your assessment?"
"Primitive weapons, fancy bartender, and there's a little girl that just came on deck with cotton candy."
"An ambush..."
"If he's your friend from work like he says he is, we can just invite them to stay the winter in exchange for pulling their own weight. Hell, given that half of them are in rags I don't know why they'd want to leave."
"You want the candy."
"That's not the only reason."
"You want the candy and the seafood."
"And the labor, and to capture all their assets using as few bullets as possible. We already lost a plane, and maybe they got lucky or maybe their rags are a fashion statement. They put up a fight we'll put it down."
Xeno clicked his mic back to the open frequency, interrupting Byakuya's description of an office birthday party thrown for Xeno hat had been mostly tollerable."
"Must you always be so effervescent? Though yes, the vanilla latte cupcakes were exellent." There had been benefits to being counted among the man's friends, and his uncanny ability to select perfectly appropriate gifts was attached to several good memories.
"Xeno! It is you! Senku's with me, of course." [Gen is currently having a mental breakdown very quietly in the background, assuming there is a sniper looking down sights. He's right but Stan is daydreaming about surf 'n turf.]
"I'm making arrangements for you to dock at the castle for the night, and we can spend tomorrow working out he finer details. Approximately what are the dimensions you need?"
Xeno trying to convince him it's bait, Stan halfway to saying he doesn't care if it is he wants whoever it is that has the skill to make those to live a long happy life within a mile of their castle.
Senku does not believe it's him, it doesn't make sense that his father was "buried" like that with a Medusa in his hand. It's probably just an old man who was named after his father. How would he get a Medusa to use, and why like that? None of this makes sense! Byakuya has to bust out the "something nobody else knows" to prove it.
Byakuya, age 80-something but feeling spry thanks to being freshly revived: Before I adopted you, your name was Gaku, but I always thought that naming a kid Study was one of several inexcusable ridiculous choices my best friend made, and I wasn't going to force you to live with that mistake.
Old man pushes the kids aside to get to the radio: Xeno is that you? It's Byakuya. Stop being so dramatic. We'll do a pot luck dinner tomorrow night, what do you have besides the corn? I'll tell you we've got plenty of seafood including sushi grade tuna, sodas including coke, and I know how you are without caffeine so we'll make a big pot of tea. Come on, speak up man, at 83 I don't have time for your dramatic pauses.
Xeno is stuck between offended at Byakuya still being far too familiar with him and tempted to accept the offer of a pot luck dinner as a trap to capture them all more efficiently.
"They've got coke?" Stanley's voice from the encrypted raido interrupts him, he clicks his microphone over to the other channel, Byakuya carrying on in his right ear. "He means Coca-Cola?"
"Yes." Xeno sighs, considering his best friend's sweet tooth. "What is your assessment?"
"Primitive weapons, fancy bartender, and there's a little girl that just came on deck with cotton candy."
"An ambush..."
"If he's your friend from work like he says he is, we can just invite them to stay the winter in exchange for pulling their own weight. Hell, given that half of them are in rags I don't know why they'd want to leave."
"You want the candy."
"That's not the only reason."
"You want the candy and the seafood."
"And the labor, and to capture all their assets using as few bullets as possible. We already lost a plane, and maybe they got lucky or maybe their rags are a fashion statement. They put up a fight we'll put it down."
Xeno clicked his mic back to the open frequency, interrupting Byakuya's description of an office birthday party thrown for Xeno hat had been mostly tollerable."
"Must you always be so effervescent? Though yes, the vanilla latte cupcakes were exellent." There had been benefits to being counted among the man's friends, and his uncanny ability to select perfectly appropriate gifts was attached to several good memories.
"Xeno! It is you! Senku's with me, of course." [Gen is currently having a mental breakdown very quietly in the background, assuming there is a sniper looking down sights. He's right but Stan is daydreaming about surf 'n turf.]
"I'm making arrangements for you to dock at the castle for the night, and we can spend tomorrow working out he finer details. Approximately what are the dimensions you need?"
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Senku does not believe it's him, it doesn't make sense that his father was "buried" like that with a Medusa in his hand. It's probably just an old man who was named after his father. How would he get a Medusa to use, and why like that? None of this makes sense! Byakuya has to bust out the "something nobody else knows" to prove it.
Byakuya, age 80-something but feeling spry thanks to being freshly revived: Before I adopted you, your name was Gaku, but I always thought that naming a kid Study was one of several inexcusable ridiculous choices my best friend made, and I wasn't going to force you to live with that mistake.
Old man pushes the kids aside to get to the radio: Xeno is that you? It's Byakuya. Stop being so dramatic. We'll do a pot luck dinner tomorrow night, what do you have besides the corn? I'll tell you we've got plenty of seafood including sushi grade tuna, sodas including coke, and I know how you are without caffeine so we'll make a big pot of tea. Come on, speak up man, at 83 I don't have time for your dramatic pauses.
I'm not as good at worst case scenarios as I am at happy endings. If Xeno catches Stan licking his lips at the thought of how delicious the wind smelled off the boat plus Byakuya's continued babbling about meals that are not 30% cow and 30% corn...
Stan: Man, I hope they brought the whole tea tree.
Xeno: Teatree oil is toxic, you mean the leaves off a camellia sinensis bush.
Stan: We can always lock them into their bedrooms and make them surrender after dinner...
Senku does not believe it's him, it doesn't make sense that his father was "buried" like that with a Medusa in his hand. It's probably just an old man who was named after his father. How would he get a Medusa to use, and why like that? None of this makes sense! Byakuya has to bust out the "something nobody else knows" to prove it.
Byakuya, age 80-something but feeling spry thanks to being freshly revived: Before I adopted you, your name was Gaku, but I always thought that naming a kid Study was one of several inexcusable ridiculous choices my best friend made, and I wasn't going to force you to live with that mistake.
Old man pushes the kids aside to get to the radio: Xeno is that you? It's Byakuya. Stop being so dramatic. We'll do a pot luck dinner tomorrow night, what do you have besides the corn? I'll tell you we've got plenty of seafood including sushi grade tuna, sodas including coke, and I know how you are without caffeine so we'll make a big pot of tea. Come on, speak up man, at 83 I don't have time for your dramatic pauses.
For the pot luck! You can't only have sides and they need to have ballanced meal options, after all.
I reblogged a best case scenario, but in any world where Xeno agrees to the pot luck Gen is having a heart attack sure somebody he's come to cherish is about to get shot.
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