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Thank you for the love, friendo. Tell your best peeps that I exist and direct them to something I’ve done that they might like. Word of mouth is how indie folks get to have actual income.
Stay tuned to internutter (dot) org for updates on what passes for my life - not mandatory, it’s just that I own the URL and I know nothing’s going to be fucked up THERE unless something happens to the servers. In fact, all my followers who love my stories should probably bookmark that site. Just in case.
Thanks for making one of my worst mornings worth waking up in.
It’s slightly more stressful now that the facility for posting a straight link to my pro stuff is off the board. Likewise, letting people know that I have a Patreon and Ko-fi. [Check internutter (dot) org for details!]
I might gradually slide over to Pillowfort ‘cause at least there, I can link offsite without getting expunged from the tags/communities/whatever.
I’m not giving up on Tumblr until they give up on me. It’s just that they’re getting less and less important as a means of distributing my works and knowledge thereof.
I have nine of these things. NINE! I’m taking screen shots in case Tumblr implodes and I have to port on over to AO3 and Pillowfort (yeah, I’m on there).
That said, there’s no such thing as a bad idea and I absolutely LOVE writing these minifics even though it takes time away from the larger fanfics I’m working on…
So, briefly, yes. It’s going to take me a while to get to yours [nine in the queue plus any that might pop up on AO3. My time and wrist strength are limited] so patience is appreciated. I’d link you to my Ko-fi and Patreon, but apparently that means this post won’t show up in tags even if I use the redirect stopgap.
Sigh.
You can find all that stuff on my hub site internutter (dot) org. With zero percent of the aggro you find here.
Well, if you chance by FЯEE KATZ then you’ll know that Taako straight up adopted seven children of an indiscriminate mother. Mostly because he’s a big softie and doesn’t want any living thing to exist with nothing and no-one.
In rough order of naming:
Weepo - “scrambled-egg” calico with no clear pattern. Does a very good Taako impersonation with her purring. Settles next to a person as a sign of affection. Most likely to bring in live prey.
Blitz - Mostly grey, white spats and a tail spot. Grows up to become undisputed Fluffiest Cat in the house. Foot-stalker, pen-chaser, and most likely to bring you dead vermin with an air of unbounded pride in himself.
Socks - Black cat with white socks (knee-high) and a tail spot. Has a blaze on their chest. Cruise-by smudger [they walk close past you and lean on the way through] and most likely to bring in random objects [I hunted you this leaf/clothes peg/bit of string be proud of me]. Perches on ankles/feet and complains when the perch-ee moves.
Caleb - Ginger with white blaze, tail spot, and tum. Fucking loves Angus [don’t we all] and will partially occupy any random Angus body part while our boy reads. [partially occupying is a cat thing where they sit their front or their rear on a thing, never the whole body] Places paw politely on books as a request for scritches. Preys on vermin, eats the evidence.
Neapolitan - Calico with definite stripes, though her ginger has a mackerel pattern. Second-fluffiest cat in the house and complete cuddle slut. Anybody’s friend for pets and love.
Asshole - That one cat who acts out for attention. Mostly white with a brown ‘hat’, saddle, socks, and tail spot. Machiavellian plotter and serial objet d’art destroyer. Most likely to eat the houseplants. May deign to sit on Taako’s lap (and then fart). Frequent attitude of, “Ladies and Gentlemen, I proudly present to you… my ass!”
Lord Specklemont Gripthigh Esq. - Mackerel tabby in hues of greyish-brown. Very fancy lad, sits properly or loaf-forms. Never sprawls. Asks permission to occupy a lap by gently tapping an unoccupied thigh with a front paw. If he kills anything, he’s polite enough to not mention it. Doesn’t participate in the 5PM Cat Cyclone, but actually uses the 2kGP exercise wheel that Taako purchased when they were all kittens. Nicknamed “Specky”, but glares at you if you use it in his presence.
This is going to be tricky for you and the rest of my readers. The ask is being answered a few [five days at current count] days before I get to the fic prompt that is part two. So… thanks in advance for your patience in this matter.
As is always with luume headcannon - @interstellarvagabond should verify or deny my accuracy.
Any Elf who already has sensory issues would fucking HATE luume, IMHO. I’m pretty sure the painful experiences would be dulled, since luume exists to perpetuate the species, but unpleasant ones are another story. I imagine that sort of thing would be the same level of annoying as a mosquito in the dark. Awareness plus fixation plus an inability to do anything much about it.
Symptoms of luume usually read as ‘inebriated’ to the uninitiated, and the Elven brain in question is sorting the world into one of three ways to deal with it [fight, fuck, or feed]. This leads me into thinking that a luume-addled Elf would attempt to fix whatever was annoying at the time [eg: irritating clothes? Get naked. Too cold? Burrow in somewhere warm]. This might also lead to cycling activities when the need to find a mate conflicts with the unpleasant overstimulation.
An Elf triggered by loud noises wouldn’t call/yowl to try and find a mate, for instance. One triggered by cold would never go out in the snow.
It depends how deep into Cave-Elf your character goes. One might, for instance, tear the fuck out of any scratchy blankets they find while another would focus on gathering up all the soft cotton materials so they could get comfy.
I hope this has been helpful, and may the air never harm you again.
I haven’t got to any prompts I can’t handle, yet. I presume if someone sent me something squicky [eg: paedophilic content is on my no-no list. Will not write that bullshit] the response is most likely to be a stern telling-off, if I don’t just delete the prompt.
It takes me an hour or two to write a story for a prompt. I usually turn on Critical Role (I’m catching up with Season 1) so I have a specific thing to zone out with between spates of inspiration. I am prone to wiki walks and just plain forgetting what I’m supposed to be doing, and Critical Role helps me stay in one place. Mental Junebugging if you will.
[For those of you not familiar with the concept - Junebugging is what the ADHD set do to unfuck portions of their habitat. They set a mental tether to one specific area and that’s their return point. I’m just doing that with editing windows. I don’t have ADHD, I just do a remarkable impersonation of it]
Thanks for the love, friendo. Be sure to visit internutter.org and look in on all the other projects I have going. You’ll soon see that I can’t not write. Hopefully something I do for other interests will interest you.
I just made the tiniest squeep noise. Thank you, friendo. I honestly don’t know how to feel about this, but… it’s somewhere between
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And
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Some days, it’s hard to find the time to make a story, and most days I wonder if I’ve done the right thing with it. It’s always a pleasure to write them, though.
Comments like this make it all worthwhile.
Do tell your friends I exist. I’m trying to make a living out of this writing lark when I’m not writing absolute reams of fanfic. Who knows? Maybe someone out there will like my horseshit enough to want to publish my pro stuff. I can only get to them through word of mouth, so… any help there is greatly appreciated.
Reblogs go further than likes. We all know this. On the off chance that I’ve written something your friends will like - share it around. At them. Give them links via your preferred avenue of communication.
[I am way past due to do today’s flash fiction, but I so rarely get fan mail I had to answer. Apologies to the folks waiting for today’s story, I love you all]
Love and hugs :D
Oooh, I could go on for ages about this. I shall attempt to keep it succinct.
[Obligatory disclaimer: my headcannons are not your headcannons, I do not intend to offend anyone anywhere ever, if you see any of these characters differently, then that’s fine by me]
First up, the big one: There is only one White person in all of TAZ: Balance, and that is John Hunger. Pick a Hollywood Chris™, dye their hair black, and sharpen their features a little. Maybe a touch of grey at the temples, but that’s pretty much it. A black-and-white character with black-and-white views.
The rest is under a cut [apologies to everyone reading this on mobile. I tried not to go on for years, but… I rolled a one] because FUCK, I went on for a millennia down here.
I was planning that anyway. It’s just going to be written five days hence. Thank you for your patience in waiting for your story.
I have not seen that yet, but I’m obviously going to have to write faster.
I swear. Every time I write something cool, someone else invents it. So much for me thinking the immunoflu was decades away.