if your life is a story

Irene Koh has confirmed via Twitter that she has started line art for Book Three and the final installment of Turf Wars.

And that she will move onto other things once the book has been published.

While I’m sad to see her go, I’m sure she has a lot of her own stories that she’d like to tell. And I look forward to her bringing them to fruition.

All the best for your next adventures, Irene.

And thank you for bringing these characters to life through the stroke of your pen. And for giving us Korrasami shippers so much happiness.

The Hesitant Zones

“I want to ask you something.” Trench told her roommate. Not-Chad sat on his bed, contorted beyond human limits, his shining eyes (green and blue like stormy arctic sea, without pupils or irises) unblinking,producing sounds that should be impossible for any type of  mouth (or machine) to produce. He was holding flowers and cookies Joshua from second floor brought him, so she supposed that was cooing.

Chad was gone for half year already, which was honestly all well by Trench. He never cleaned the room, and always brought his loud, annoying friends over. She had no idea why he was taken, and didn’t care. Not-Chad was clean, great help with homework and even since he moved in, Joshua, who was one of best chemistry majors on whole campus ever started helping her with her projects- she thought he would bail out once he learnt what Not-Chad was, or Not-Chad would curse him, but changeling lavished in pathetic romantic wooing and Joshua stopped wearing iron, so Trench counted herself lucky.

“I guessed so. You brought me thirteen raspberry tarts yesterday.So what zones do you want to talk about?” Again, luck had rained upon her. Trench was forbidden major, as were many biologists, but smart one. She didn’t try to figure out how fae worked-she doubted something like that was even possible with magic. Instead, she gathered information about their world and customs, by giving fae treats in exchange for stories.

Fae saw nothing wrong with that. They got presents in exchange for talking about their favorite subject-themselves. They would talk, and Trench would separate pearls from useless chatting. Not-Chad happened to be quite talkative fae (some sort of shape shifting merman, she found out) who didn’t waste words on useless information. In exchange for cakes, he would tell her about structure of his universe, The Elsewhere itself. For sake of metaphor, and because she was marine biologist and he sea fae, they called different regions of Elsewhere zones.

“About hadopelagic, demersal and benthic.” Not-Chad froze, and turned towards her, his glamour flickering so she could see his toned chest, silver skin, gills and long  bioluminescent hair.

“What?”

“You heard me. Spit it out..”

“What are you talking about?”

“You said that Elsewhere is like ocean. That it has just as many zones. That each zone contains stronger powers, that each one is less defined and more deadly to lesser beings. But abyssopelagic zone isn’t bottom of ocean. There are three more. So what dwells there?” Mesopelagic and bathypelagic zones contained things that didn’t bow to Courts, creatures best described as sentient archetypes and natural personifications, godlike fae who could freeze and burn and shatter the whole world. Abyssopelagic zone contained True Royalty.

She couldn’t imagine what horrible, mad things existed beyond them. But she had to know.

“No.  All food in world wouldn’t be enough for such information. You could bring me everything edible in world and it wouldn’t be enough.” He wasn’t joking, Trench knew and paled. Fae considered many things edible. Cakes, infants, diamonds,dreams, radiation.

“What would be?”

“No.” He trembled as he whispered that word, too caught in imagining what he knew and wouldn’t give her. That information would bring her fame, and more importantly, save so many lives. If they knew more about fae, they could protect themselves better.

“You will tell me.” Not- Chad’s teeth became those of shark, and mist surrounded him as glow of his eyes intensified.

“YOU WILL NOT THREATEN ME, MORTAL.”

“Nor will you harm me, Innglu-Sakkan.” She spoke, and  Not-Chad fell on floor upon sound of his Name.

“How..”

“A birdie gave me that name for a price.” He snarled, his spit red like corals.

“ Sentry-Mary!” He spat out.

“Yes.” Trench confirmed with smile upon her face. “They gave me this sweet name in exchange for my hesitation. Such a bargain.” Fool, Not-Chad thought.Hesitation gives conscience, holds base instincts in check, brings terror and caution. It is child of fear and wisdom, and you need to lose both to lose hesitation. It saves lives. And souls.

“Now, if you don’t tell me what I need to know, I will have you kill your pretty boy toy.” Old Trench would have never demanded that. But Trench had no fear, no doubt anymore that she was right.

“His roommate is very embittered knight. Hates your people. And so gullible. But big iron mace. I will just need to sob, and order you not to properly defend yourself, and I won’t even need to order you to keep your mouth shut. You could spill all beans and she wouldn’t believe you. Your friends won’t protect you because you broke Treaty.”

Fool, he thought. Giving names of their rivals to humans was discouraged and frowned upon, but not forbidden. Sentry-mary would keep quiet, but once word got out that he was gone, they would connect dots and go to Court. Trench and Joshua’s knight would be nothing but petals on wind.

“How do I know you won’t get rid of me either way?”

“You don’t. But I have no need to dispose of you. You are far more useful as source of information. Now free.’‘ 

’'This information won’t come free. There are laws even power of Name cannot overrule. You need to give up something to know about Great Ones.”

“Very well. What?” She said with frown. Old Trench would have considered it.

“There is somebody I want to protect.They are my… ..” He spoke some word her ears couldn’t process. He sometimes did that, when word couldn’t be explained by any human language. “ That child is very dear to me. Promise me they will always have place withing your family, as equal as yours.” You will be gone, forgotten by world, and creature of myth and dream will take your place, and none will know.

“That is all? I accept. Now speak.” Old Trench would have understood, would have gotten meaning of words.

“There are indeed three more zones, or layers as some call them.‘He cried as he spoke. Whisper released power that rattled Trench’s bones and echoed across all fae in world. Silence deeper than that of space filled room, and all light was extinguished, and Trench could feel water pour down her throat as hundred fae rattled door and windows ( it wasn’t salt and iron that stopped them. None may interrupt until information about Royalty was given out. After…). had Trench still any hesitation left, ounce of fear and wisdom, her heart would have been filled with such dread that it would have given out (yet she could feel shadow of horror, but ignored it).

’'They too are inhabited by the Great Ones. they aren’t nobles as you know that word, or we for that matter. They are  enormous, and unreal, and too powerful for your reality to contain. They play no games and fear  no charm. They are predators, and like ocean, they take what they want when they want how they want.  They swim and devour, and only beware of those  who are bigger, stronger than they. All of us bow to them, and only time they join with each other is when they form packs to tear stronger foe to pieces.

But for sake of metaphor, think of it like this. Abyssal zone is for princes, and archdukes, and despots. Hadal is for high kings,devarajas and pharaohs. The demersal zone is for emperors, tsars and great chiefs.” His kinsmen break through, army of shadow too many of them to fit in room yet they all do.

“And benthic? What creatures dwell there?” Trench asks, uncaring of cold fingers that grasp her limbs.

“A creature, or perhaps the creature. You have your God. We have our Queen, the Queen of Queens, She Who Dreams.”  He says as strong jaws bite down on his shoulders.

“What does she dream?” Trench asks, not even noticing claws that rip beneath her ribs (but she notices alien, uncaring light streaming in through window, stronger than that of Sun, and her blood knows fear again).

“Stars and oceans. Life and death. Destiny and desire. You and me.” Changeling speaks as shadows devour him.

“She dreams everything.”

x

Title: Stargaze With Me 

Character(s): Negan and Reader
Summary: You decide to surprise Negan after your big decision causes a rift between you two. 
Word Count: 3,487
Warning: Fluff/bit of angst…
Author’s Note: This idea has been looming in my mind ever since I watched Extant and realized just how much I loved the scene where Molly and JD are stargazing by the fire and just talking about life. I contemplated on what character to do this with, but I finally decided with Negan because the dude needs some time to just get away from the persona he’s built for himself, right? Also, huge thanks to @thebestnegananonthereis for inspiring me even further! You’re awesome, and your portrayal of Negan is so. Spot. On. You’re great!<3 

Originally posted by avecxplaisir

Your relationship with Negan started with being a new addition to his harem of his wives. It seemed like the right decision to make. You had constantly been on the run since the world ended, so Negan proposed an offer that you couldn’t refuse. You were tired of running. You wanted someone else to take care of you for once and while Negan seemed the unlikely choice, you had no other option to choose from.

At first, it started with playful flirting that soon turned into lingering glances in areas that strangers shouldn’t look. However, every time you noticed Negan step into the room, your heart immediately picked up. It had taken him about a month before asking you to become his wife, and you had never agreed so quickly than you did in that moment.

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I would like to thank @leaalda for making these amazing banners.

This is an effort to spread the word about all fan fiction writers in our little fandom. If you would like to be featured or nominate a writer, please contact me. Please reblog this post if you can and check out some of @juggydunes work!


1. First things first, if someone wanted to read your stories where can they find them.

I mostly use AO3 for my stories. 

2. Tell us a little about yourself.

My name is Camila, I’m 22 years old. I love art in all its forms and I sing/act in real life as a hobby (Cross my fingers it turns into an actual job). I’m a cat person and I co-moderate Blueandgoldoffice with Jandy (@jandjsalmon). Best way to describe me could be “Small and feisty with a side of fries”. And by feisty I mean passionate and a bookworm loner.

3. What do you never leave home without?

My wristwatch and my good luck necklace.

4. Are you an early bird or a night owl?

I once read a post that said “I’m neither, I’m a perpetually exhausted pigeon.”

5. If you could live in any fictional world which one would you choose and why?

OH. OH… I’m torn between Harry Potter and the world from “A Court Of Thorns and Roses” by Sara J Maas.

6. Who is the most famous person you’ve ever met.

Ha. No one. I suppose people from my country? Does seeing Hayley Williams from afar count?

7. What are some of your favorite movies/TV?

Okay… top 5? Sense8, Sherlock BBC, Teen wolf, Parks and Rec and now… Riverdale.

8. What are some of your favorite bands/musicians?

My current favorite is Twenty One Pilots but my first all-time-favorite was Paramore.

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indigo: z.. i’m not gonna take it, you know that right?

zia: .. why not?

indigo: w-what?..

zia: why wouldn’t you take it.. its the opportunity of a life time.. not that i’m not pissed but like.. it’s not your fault.. and you’re like the biggest science geek i know. i only wanted this to make dad proud.. y-you actually want this.. and the only reason you didn’t go after it was b-because you knew i wanted it.. 

indigo: zia i’m not gonna take this from you-

zia: don’t be stupid. you’re taking it. you’ve done so much for me.. you deserve this. 

Anyone who is not encouraging your truth, your dreams, your evolution, your rebirth, your short comings, helping you pull out the best version of yourself, who isn’t sharpening you, encouraging you, calling you out on your shit out of love, calling you back, championing your story, wishing only your best for you not theirs, but also keeping shit light, making you laugh, reminding you to not take yourself and life so seriously, looks at their own shit and owns it, should not be in your life. History alone doesn’t make a friendship. Choose wisely who you surround yourself with. It will change or not change, everything.

anonymous asked:

How can you be so positive? I mean, i'm hurt, i can't stop thinking negative. How the hell can you be so positive about Destiel? Have this trust on the writers ? And Jensen, Jared and Misha? Did they changed your life like they changed mine withtout even knowing me?

I feel like I know stories well and in my opinion at THIS point (past 11x11) it makes NO sense to not carry through with canon Destiel. Story wise it is the only logical outcome.

The actors I think are cool and everything but it’s the story that gets me really intrigued and obsessed to this point (and Misha lbr, he’s our shining star of goodness and ethics and is a sunbeam in this sometimes shit tip of a world).

There is a small, very small, minute part of me that feels that perhaps they still may not follow through on canon Destiel due to socio-political reasons that I can’t affect and that would be totally shit and a step back for humanity and our culture but STORY wise it’s literally like writing Pride and Prejudice and them not getting together at the end, it’s like writing Lord of the Rings and Aragorn and Samwise just being the backdrop or Saruman winning. It makes NO sense to what they’ve built so far and the EFFORT they’ve gone to building it ROMANTICALLY not fraternally.

Given how they’ve now taken the story they HAD and made it even stronger, built it so much, it just doesn’t make sense that they would do that and then back out.

It’s logic and having read a shit load of books and seen a shit load of TV and movies so I recognise what they’re doing, that pushes me to feel that it is endgame.

Fan-fiction Writers Appreciation Day

Since it’s Fanfiction Writers Appreciation Day and i’m constantly amazed by how good at writing they are (like seriously why aren’t they authors) i thought i would mention a few whose writing literally makes me feel all kinds of emotions, even ones i didn’t know existed tbh.

@jungk0oksthighs - your writing is honestly so good like don’t doubt yourself. Tomorrow, Red Skies (just saying oh my shit who saw that ending coming) and to be honest literally all of your writing is amazing and i’m honestly grateful you write because damn you good.

@jungkxook - I think the first fic of yours i read was arranged love and i’m not even ashamed to say ever since I’m pretty sure i’ve literally read everything in your masterlist. Hiraeth killed me on every single level and your writing continues to like every day.

@jungblue - I just wanna quickly say that stories never make me cry, like it’s a very rare occurrence yet future hearts managed to make me. Honestly its one of the cutest, saddest, most frustrating fics I’ve ever read but i won’t lie i’m not complaining. And omg The Purge, don’t even get me started on The Purge.

@minsvga - Inked = killed me, philophobia = slaughtered me. Like tbh i have no idea how i’m even writing this. You’re acc too good at writing. There’s not much more i can say considering i’m dead.

@bts-for-life - I had no idea before i read to the moon and back that i wanted like gang/mafia bts to be a thing but my lord i do. Like i’m too up for it. Who knew that someone’s writing could make me want to go all gangy purely on the off chance that bts will have given up their music careers and decided the gang life is the only one for them. Basically what i’m tryna say is thanks ;)

@inktae - I just wanna say Blue Orchids, Written on the Sky and First Light (along with all the rest of your writing) are the bomb.com. Like you just have a way with words, that i can’t even really describe but all i know is it’s brilliant. Please don’t stop writing, i’m not sure what i’d do.

@jungkookfortunekookies - It’s not often that a fic makes me laugh but roommates made me chuckle many a time. It’s also rare to find a light hearted fan fic that i can just read anytime because its acc all nice and jolly. Even truth or dare made me laugh like it’s just so good. I’m so glad i found your writing and tbh just thinking about these fics is brightening my mood, like they genuinely just make me happy.

Sorry I’ve written an essay but i just wanna say thank you one more time and fan-fiction writers should get so much more credit than they do xx 

  • hinata: I'm so much happier now that I'm dead. Technically missing nin. Soon to be presumed dead. Gone. And my lazy lying shitting oblivious husband will go to prison for my murder. Naruto Uzumaki took my pride and my dignity and my hope and my money. He took and took from me until I no longer existed. That's murder. Let the punishment fit the crime. To fake a convincing murder you have to have discipline. You befriend a local idiot. Harvest the details of her hundrum life and cram her with stories about your husband's violent temper. Secretly create some money troubles: credit cards, perhaps online gambling. With the help of the unwitting, bump up your life insurance. Purchase getaway car. Craigslist. Generic. Cheap. Pay cash. You need to package yourself so that people will truly mourn your loss. And Konoha loves pregnant women. As if it's so hard to spread your legs. You know what's hard? Faking a pregnancy. First, drain your toilet. Invite pregnant idiot into your home and ply her with lemonade. Steal pregnant idiot's urine. Voilà! A pregnancy is now part of your legal medical record. Happy Anniversary. Wait for your clueless husband to start his day. Off he goes... and the clock is ticking. Meticulously stage your crime scene with just enough mistakes to raise the specter of doubt. You need to bleed. A lot. A lot, a lot. The head wound kind of bleed. A crime scene kind of bleed. You need to clean; poorly, like he would. Clean and bleed, bleed and clean. And leave a Little something behind: a fire in July? And because you're you, you don't stop there. You need a diary. Mínimum three hundred entries on the Naruto and Hinata story. Start with the fairy-tale early days: those are true, and they're crucial. You want Naruto and Hinata to be likable. After that, you invent. The spending, the abuse, the fear, the threat of violence. And Naruto thought he was the hokage… burn it, just the right amount. Make sure the cops will find it. Finally, honor tradition with a very special treasure hunt. And if I get everything right, the world will hate Naruto for killing his beautiful, pregnant wife. And after all the outrage, when I'm ready, I'll go out on the water with a handful of pills and a pocket full of stones. And when they find my body, they'll know: Naruto Uzumaki dumped his beloved like garbage, and she floated past all the other abused, unwanted, inconvenient women. Then Naruto will die too. Naruto and Hinata will be gone, but then we never really existed. Naruto loved a girl I was pretending to be. "Cool girl". Men always use that, don't they? As their defining compliment: "She's a cool girl". Cool girl is hot. Cool girl is game. Cool girl is fun. Cool girl never gets angry at her man. She only smiles in a chagrined, loving manner. And then presents her mouth for fucking. She likes what he likes, so evidently he's a vinyl hipster who loves fetish Manga. If he likes girls gone wild, she's a mall babe who talks for football and endures buffalo wings at Hooters. When I met Naruto Uzumaki I knew he wanted "Cool girl". And for him, I'll admit: I was willing to try. I wax-stripped my pussy raw. I drank canned beer watching Icha-Icha movies. I ate cold ramen and remained a size two. I blew him, semi-regularly. I lived in the moment. I was fucking game. I can't say I didn't enjoy some of it. Naruto teased out in me things I didn't know existed. A lightness, a humor, an ease. But I made him smarter. Sharper. I inspired him to rise to my level. I forged the man of my dreams. We were happy pretending to be other people. We were the happiest couple we knew. And what's the point of being together if you're not the happiest? But Naruto got lazy. He became someone I did not agree to marry. He actually expected me to love him unconditionally. Then he dragged me, penniless, to the navel of this great country and found himself a newer, younger, bouncier cool guy. You think I'd let him destroy me and end up happier than ever? No fucking way. He doesn't get to win. My cute, charming, salt-of-the-earth Konoha guy. He needed to learn. Grown-ups work for things. Grown-ups pay. Grown-ups suffer consequences.
Fanfic Writers Appreciation Post

I’m late to the party, but when am I not? 

Just wanting to throw a quick “thank you” out to some of the amazing writers I follow, because you guys bring such life and vibrancy to my dash and your fandoms, and I respect you all so much for everything you offer. 

Some of you write often, some only on occasion. Some of you have written recently, and some not for a while. Some of you are tackling huge, intricately woven fics that are practically novels in their own right, and some of you work short and sweet, sharing paragraphs that reach out and grab anyone who tries to scroll past. 

But know this: no matter how often or how much you write, each piece, each snippet of a story, each in-character reply, each piece of world-building or character development you share is truly a gift, and I thank you all for every single word you put out there. 

Sharing your writing takes courage. It takes resilience. It takes effort and research and willpower, and sometimes? Sometimes, it just takes. But please, keep writing. Keep creating. 

The world needs more words, and those words include your own.

@chaitea09 @thedosian-cabbage @lavellanlove @ananjoart @sunshinemage @magicrobins @loonyloopy @thetreeofyggdrasil @ephemereon @sayallfiend @caden-shok @assassin-yuki @ir-atisha @bladeverbena @vyrantium @maharielofficial @kiwi-xeet @princeofmorley

I am certain I forgot to include a tonne of people (and for that I deeply apologise), but thank you all for everything you do, love, keep, and share <3

V Waiting for His Route

When you get so desperate for the V Route to come out that you bring your blog out of the abyss 

- V wasn’t sure what to do with himself when he woke up back in the game space, no soft bed below him, only the feeling of floating. 

- He only remembered snippets of his life in the game space before the creators had suddenly thrown him into the game. Those memories had faded as he lived the story. They faded until he could hardly remember that he had sprung into the world a fully grown man molded by so many different hands, ready to fall into an all-consuming love.  

- The warmth that cut through his sleep several nights later wasn’t anything like the warmth of the sun he missed so dearly. That warmth was diffused but all encompassing, something he had approached from the game space with a soft draw at first and then clung onto until the pins and needles he had felt in his hands from gripping disappeared. 

-This sharp and sudden heat was more forceful and yet … he trusted it. A hand telling him, “take it, I’m getting you out of here”

- This wasn’t his sun - his Rika - that was for sure, but he wasn’t sure yet if that was a bad thing.

- As he approached the origin of the heat he heard a distant yet clear voice call to him - one of the game makers, he knew. He had heard their whisperings occasionally, something about getting him ready but admittedly he couldn’t find himself to care much until the warmth returned to his world.

- “They’ve been waiting for you, you know. Patiently. Give them a chance, V”

- As he continued forward the heat slowly worked his way into the core of his body and worked through his limbs. A moment later, a gust of wind blew at his clothes and he felt a hardwood floor materialized below his feet. 

- Another moment and he heard the unmistakable ringtone of an incoming call.

- Without thinking he picked up.

- The voice of the MC rang even clearer than that of the game maker just a second early.

- “I’m so glad I could finally catch you on the phone! Do you have a moment to talk?”

Fanfic Writer Appreciation

I know that I’m going to miss someone no matter how hard I try to remember everyone…

Thank you for sharing your amazing work with the rest of us. Thank you for giving us stories to read sometimes during difficult times in our life. Thank you for being awesome and sharing your brilliance with the rest of us. Tagging in no order because my computer is being weird and slow. If I have missed you, I am sorry!!!

I may not always comment, like, or reblog but I do read! I get behind a lot more often than I use to and try to remember. I’ll work on doing a better job since you all deserve recognition for what you do.

@angelkurenai @atc74 @babypieandwhiskey @badsongwinchester @ellen-reincarnated1967 @thegreatficmaster @tankcupcakes @d-s-winchester @iwantthedean @just-a-touch-of-sass-and-fandoms @paintrider13-blog @just-another-busy-fangirl @impala-dreamer @imadeangirl-butimsamcurious @kittenofdoomage @ilostmyshoe-79 @leatherwhiskeycoffeeplaid @sdavid09 @thing-you-do-with-that-thing @percywinchester27 @sis-tafics @kayteonline @nichelle-my-belle  @torn-and-frayed @jotink78 @bringmesomepie56 @frenchybell @megansescape @winsister91 @manawhaat @kas-not-cas @roxy-davenport @mrswhozeewhatsis @blacktithe7

“When you drop a glass or a plate to the ground, it makes a loud crashing sound. When a window shatters, a table leg breaks, or when a picture falls off the wall, it makes a noise. But as for your heart, when that breaks, it’s completely silent. You would think that for something so important, it would make the loudest noise in the whole world, or even have some sort of ceremonious sound like the gong of a symbol or the ringing of a bell. But it’s silent and you almost wish there was a noise to distract you from the pain.”

- Cecelia Ahern, If You Could See Me Now

Appreciation Post

Last one and half year has been very rough for me, I went through a lot of life changing experiences, that at times left me scattered and broken. But Reylo and Reylo fan fics played a major role in making my life a little less unbearable. And I wanted to thank all the fic writers for this.

For the sake of keeping this post short let me just mention few people who made my days a little brighter.

@kylorenvevo (because you are the best fic writer I know, we are so blessed to have you in Reylo) and @dustoftheancients because your world building is phenomenal.

@gwendy85 you are my favorite because you broke my heart to millions of pieces with your story and I still can’t help but love you.

@perrydowning for writing “he knows” that got me through some very rough times.

@i-live-in-the-moon because you were my escape when I had no where to go.

@reylorobyn2011 because you replaced my need for escape.

Thank you ladies. 😘

anonymous asked:

Heey can you recommend me some real good amd angsty yoongi jimin or jungkook fics pleeaz🐷love u btw😘

The only angsty fics I can think of are:
http://archiveofourown.org/works/6743698
http://archiveofourown.org/works/9629165
http://archiveofourown.org/works/5166029
http://archiveofourown.org/works/10414068
http://archiveofourown.org/works/9465413
http://archiveofourown.org/series/700584
http://archiveofourown.org/works/9479462
http://archiveofourown.org/works/10584411
[i had to lmfao]
http://archiveofourown.org/works/10453011
[i hate this one but love it with such a passion. i seriously teared up just copying the link. it fucks your life up - you wanted angst? thIS story fucking invented angst.]

Fanfiction pet peeve - Caucasian Newborn eye colors

It’s so little but it bugs me so much.

Caucasian newborns have blue eyes. Full stop. No debate, no artistic license. A newborn baby, regardless of how important eye color is to your story is always born with blue eyes. Color will develop naturally and slowly over the next several months. But throughout infancy, babies’ eyes are BLUE.

And as an aunt who has eagerly watched my nieces and nephew’s eyes change color during their first year of life, this throws me out of a story so quickly and slams me right into the thought of “When was the last time this writer even saw a baby?”

My nieces have blue eyes but their eyes still changed shade, lightening from the truer blue of an infant to a more blue-grey with green in them. My nephew has brown eyes. They were blue for several months before they started darkening when he was about four months old. I have heterochromatic eyes. The brown and green did not show up in my infant pictures, they showed up sometime between then and when I turned one.

Newborns and infants have blue eyes.

Eyes are one of the last organs to develop full functionality. Just like other baby animals, they’re not finished and are fairly useless immediately after birth. Because everything an infant needs is within easy reach or easily summoned by crying, they’re not a priority for mammals. Eye color? Pigment? Even lower on priorities.

I mean for god’s sake. Baby-blue is a specific color. It’s a natural color. It’s the color of babies’ eyes!

UPDATE: I’ve been informed/reminded by @silvergryphon that this only applies to Caucasian infants. In other ethnicities where light colored eyes are rare to pretty unheard of, newborns are often born with dark eyes. I’m pretty sure, however, that if the character in question has light eyes as an adult, they’ll have blue eyes as an infant. Because you can only add pigment for eye colors as you get older, you can’t take it away. And eye pigmentation goes this way, least to most: red/albino (no pigment) ->blue -> grey/green -> brown -> black. Thank you for reading my little rant.

anonymous asked:

You and tlbodine make it sound like your life has been crazy but you don't tell any weird stories here

Well, all I can say is that I’ve told anecdotes and gotten nothing but disbelieving stares and gaping jaws in response. 

@tlbodine so which “Insert Noun Here” Incident should I tell?

Fantabi fic master list

In a City (series)

In a City, Reconstructed — 97,515 words, Gradence w/ a side of NewTina UST

There’s a stain on the wall in the Goldsteins’ apartment. It wasn’t there the day before, and it’s getting bigger.

In the City Built Inside Your Heart — 9,335 words, Gradence, WIP

Today is a good day, Credence thinks. This morning, he saw a witch. This afternoon, he has plans to meet with a sodomite. (A collection of stories taking place in the same universe as “In a City, Reconstructed,” focusing mostly on the romance between Credence Barebone and Percival Graves.)

The Stripper AU (series)

I like the way your body moving (I like the way you spread confusion) — 18,079 words, Gradence w/ a side of minor Crewt

While attending a faith conference with his family, Credence Barebone finds an opportunity to leave behind his small, ordinary life and indulge the fantasies he’s always carried inside his head — if only for a few hours.

I like the way my heart is blooming (on and on, you’ll never be mine) — 68,262 words, Gradence w/ a side of NewTina and JaQueenie

After a wild time at the strip club with Mr. Graves, the best night of Credence’s life quickly turns into the worst when he tries to return to his family. If he doesn’t go home to New York, where will he go? Will he ever see Mr. Graves again?

Would you ever take a chance with me? (Would you ever?) — 17,498 words, Gradence, WIP

Just as Credence feels settled into something like a routine with his found family in Atlanta, his sisters arrive in the city. Also what exactly is his relationship with bartender/strip club owner/general hottie Mr. Graves?

One shots

Birds of a Feather — 1,699 words, Gradence

“Years ago, I wouldn’t have ever thought that pigeons were magical,” Credence says. “No one’s supposed to think they’re magical,” Percival tells him. “It would completely defeat the purpose.” (The magical pigeons fic.)

The spirit in the flesh — 902 words, Credence-centric gen

The beaten child learns quickly not to speak out of turn, or at all. To make of his body a smaller thing, to make of his soul something smaller still. Unto this child appeareth a shade.

Velvet — 5,107 words, Gradence

A few months after Percival Graves’ return to society, the New York Ghost prints a simple announcement of his marriage. Hardly any scandal could overshadow the work of Gellert Grindelwald, and so the witches and wizards of the Eastern Seaboard glance at the name — something Greek, a woman — and shrug. (trans feminine!Credence fic)

By Blood or Marriage — 4,241 words, Gradence

When the Obscurial Credence Barebone is captured months after his supposed death, Percival Graves makes an impulsive choice to spare him from a second execution — by marrying him.

Memory — 2,175 words, Gradence if you squint

In 1946, Credence Barebone looks into his pensieve.

PWPs

Reverie in skin and hands — 3,569 words, Gradence

He’s still mostly dressed, they had only gotten their jackets off when Credence had found the courage to ask for the thing he’s been thinking of for weeks. He’s been shaking a little ever since Percival said, “Anything for you, Credence, anything you want.”

There’s nothing wrong with me (loving you) — 14,475 words, Gradence

When Credence — who has been living with the Goldsteins for six months now — learns that Mr. Graves feels ill, he does whatever he can to make sure the man is… comfortable. (alpha!Graves/omega!Credence)

Small pleasures — 3,447 words, Gradence

A collection of short, explicit, and unrelated Gradence fics based on requests received on tumblr. Includes: Marks on skin, clothes sharing, hair pulling, getting caught in a storm.

Prompts fics & Tumblr exclusives

“I love you” prompts w/ Salome

“I love you” prompt w/ Gradence

The Supernatural AU — Don’t Blame Your Daughter

The Kill Bill AU 

Soulmate AU part 1

Soulmate AU part 2

Ballet dancer!Credence and gangster!Graves

Android Credence (Sci Fi/Cyberpunk AU)

Black Swan AU — Dancer!Credence and instructor!Graves

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