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    In which I frantically back up as much of my old tumblr meta as I can find, which has the side effect of making a space for me to put any future meta I may write.

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    We just want to live. //RWBY shortfic collection.

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    Blue Exorcist oneshots of varying tone and genre.

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    Various works done for Tucker Appreciation Week over on Tumblr. As you may have guessed from the name, these are going to revolve around Tucker. ...no, wait, don't go yet!

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    Fics, art and assorted fan stuff originally made for Ectober Week 2014 over on my tumblr.
    For those curious: http://bibliomatsuri.tumblr.com/tagged/ectober14

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  1. Rec 21

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    Lan Wangji brought two things back from the Burial Mounds: Wen Yuan, and the strange, almost sentient vine that led him to the child and would not untangle itself from him. Uprooted, it too survived the journey back to Gusu, and was left in the capable hands of two cultivators eager to study such an unusual plant.

    But that's in the past. And Jin Ling thinks that Sizhui and the other Lan disciples are far, far too calm about the fact that Jingyi started growing roots.

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    27 May 2020

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    The Burial Mounds no longer swarmed with corpses. They were barren, dead, and empty—all but for the space around the entrance to the cave, which swarmed with vibrant green. Literally swarmed. The vines didn’t just sit there, like a plant ought to, but writhed about, shivering in something akin to excitement as the Lans and Jin Ling stepped into view. Jin Ling hesitated, but all the Lan disciples kept on, calm and straight, as if this wasn’t the thing that had just devoured—or tried to devour, if Sizhui had been telling the truth—their friend.

    Well, if they kept going, Jin Ling had to, too.

    Then one of the vines stretched out, coiled itself around Sizhui’s waist, and pulled him out of the safety of the group. Sizhui didn’t cry out, he...laughed?

    perfect
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    "Congratulations, you're an honorary member of Team Seven."

    She didn't say it every loop. Despite not remembering things, Shikako only brought it out when Shino learned something new and disturbing. It didn't occur to Shino the first time she said this, but after hearing her say it for the first time for the fifth time, Shino understood.

    "That is less of a statement of honor and more of a statement of sympathy."

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    25 May 2020

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    It was one (disturbing) thing to have a trust password for time travel in general. It was another (terrifying) thing that she had multiple passwords that seemed to have nothing in common to denote different kinds of time travel.

    Half friendship and studying, half Shino wondering what the fuck is Shikako's life even.

    And without fail, every time, Shino realizing that he didn't want to know.

  3. Rec 14

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    In Ukiyoe Town, there is a guardian.

    “Grandma, why do you always leave snacks out in the kitchen?”
    “It’s an offering for an old friend, my dear.”

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    20 May 2020

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    It’s foggy. The moon’s gentle shine half obscured by the clouds. The little sakura in the garden is swaying lightly. They had only moved the sapling from its pot last year, but the sakura tree is already producing flowers. Grandma says the tree is blessed.

    Yui's grandma has some very strange old friends.
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    Izuku doesn't know why the day keeps resetting. He doesn't know why he's trapped on campus, or why there's no phone reception, or why Aizawa and Shinsou keep losing their memories of the Saturdays they've already lived, while Izuku remains constantly, painfully aware.

    But he does know this: Aizawa and Shinsou keep dying, over and over again, in more brutal and creative ways. And it's his job to save them.

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    18 May 2020

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    “You don’t have your provisional license,” Izuku says.

    Shinsou shakes him off. “I don’t care. I’m not going to just stand here while Aizawa-sensei runs into danger.”

    “That’s not what I meant—”

    Shinsou darts after Aizawa before Izuku can finish. His white shopping bags glow in the dim alleyway. Izuku shoves his own bags further up his arms and sprints after him.

    He finds Aizawa crouched over a woman. She’s not moving. Shinsou is stood a few metres back, breathing hard.

    “Don’t look,” Aizawa instructs, pulling his fingers away from her neck. He must have been checking for a pulse.

    There are no signs of an attack. No blood. No visible injuries. Just a thin layer of dust covering the entire alleyway, so fine it’s almost translucent. It shimmers under the fading sun.

    Shinsou steps forward. “Is she ...”

    “I said don’t look,” Aizawa says.

    Nightmare scenarios on loop, as told by a kid who /really/ could use therapy.
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    How does the aspect system work as a tool for descriptive narrative analysis? I'm so glad you asked.

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    15 May 2020

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    Let’s start with some basal understandings of my approach, here. I’m not affiliated with anyone, including but not limited to Sigmund Freud, Carl Jung, Andrew Hussie, and Dirk Strider. I am a biochemist who read the comic last year and liked it a lot. I did not nor will I ever write Homestuck.

    But I really, really like Homestuck, and my absolute metric for the success of any explanatory interpretation of Homestuck is ‘does it help me enjoy Homestuck more, whether through interesting lines of inquiry or large-scale resolution of narrative and metanarrative themes’. Thinking about Homestuck, in any sense of that phrase, is something I enjoy for its own sake. By writing this essay, I presuppose that this is something that you, reading this essay, also care about and enjoy. If there is one thing I guarantee through this essay, it is… ten to thirty minutes of thinking Potentially New Thoughts about Homestuck. Some of you read really fucking quickly.

    Does anyone remember infinitywhale's classpect masterpost? No? Or bladekindEyewear's aspect duality theory? I know it's been a /while/ since those were posted, but they've been central to my understanding of how the fuck does classpect even work for like ...5 years, maybe 7? They're pretty much what got me started on deep-dive analyzing Homestuck.

    This essay, though *points to the top of this bookmark* /this/ essay goes into how and why the classpects matter to the narrative. It takes the 'axes of reality' as heavily-implied-to-outright-stated in the webcomic itself, and looks at why exactly they are a necessary part of the original work. It's not a definitive explanation. None of these are, really. The nature of Homestuck as an originally-reader-interactive, perennially-expansive, and increasingly-self-referential work - or even set of works, if we're looking at expanded and dubious canon - makes any one single Right and True answer to ...literally any / all of the questions raised in the text impossible to play ever figure out. Everybody's answers are going to be different, because everybody thinks differently from anybody other than said person(s).

    And that's /part/ of the point, here. Well, it's part of one of the points. Many points. For a relatively-short-in-wordcount meta essay, this does a great job of examining classpect theory (mostly the aspect part) throughout the /entire text/. Homestuck is a big-ass comic, yo. This is some impressive idea-smithing.