Rose Lalonde: Super High-school Level Novelist
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crack plotbunny: Dave becomes convinced that Rose has Alexandria’s Genesis.
Rose may or may not have encouraged this belief.
While everyone else is drawing update art, I’m in my own little corner wondering how many times Dave has kicked himself for saying this stuff.
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If you haven’t bought the latest edition of Rolling Stones magazine you are missing out like never before.
For the first time since the beginning of my writing career, I have chosen to appear on a periodical that is pop culture rather than writing related, and I don’t regret that decision for a second.
[This is by waywardking and is the companion for this piece.]
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Aradia/Rose? [Any quad] Or Aradia<>Tavros??
A childhood full of trollish ghosts has done almost nothing to prepare Aradia for the voices of dead Horrorterrors. But even triumphant in godhood, she’s still as much the rustblooded medium she ever was, and she tries not to let the others see when the voices of dead things beyond her understanding batter at the back of her optical settings and scream in her auditory canals and twist, strangling, around her hindbrain until she feels more animal than troll.
And somehow, even when Aradia avoids the group, wandering the dreambubbles on her own, pleading some mysterious agenda of her own… well, it’s hard to hide things from a seer and a fellow goddess. When the screams are worst, Rose has a way of finding her, of talking her back to herself. And it’s not so very bad to have the human girl see her like this, Aradia realizes: Rose has, at one point, had the horrorterrors crowd out her own thoughts, too.
And the collection is unanoned, so I get to preen a little! It was a Very Virgo New Year from me.
- For ChloroformFish I wrote Blessed Among Women, a look at the Dolorosa’s early life with appearances by the Handmaid and a handful of vaguely defined OCs, in two acts and a scriptural passage shamelessly cribbed from the Gospel of Luke. Or, as I explained it to my bemused family members who wanted to know what I was working on over Thanksgiving, “It’s basically the Annunciation if the Angel Gabriel was a foul-mouthed time-traveling demon who was seriously pissed off at Mary for not knowing what’s going on.” I should write some more ancestorfic some time; this was a lot of fun and the headcanons and plotbunnies just kind of breed, producing terrifying weaponized narrative lagomorphs. Or something. The title, of course, comes from Luke 1:28, And having come in, the angel said to her, “Rejoice, highly favored one, the Lord is with you; blessed are you among women!” (although it might be noted that in the fic the Handmaid is not nearly so complementary).
- For DHume I wrote Without no Seam nor Needlework. For the record, I now feel that a line from Scarborough Fair is an unnecessarily pretentious title for a fic that’s basically 3k words of awkward giggly first-time Rosemary sex with minor non-porny appearances by some of the other meteor kids, but hey, it’s not the first time I’ve given something an unnecessarily pretentious title and it probably won’t be the last. Speaking of unnecessarily pretentious, if you can figure out why Rose gets less vocal as she gets more aroused, you get bragging rights, assuming you want to brag about understanding my smutty headcanons, which you probably don’t.
i want roxy to walk into a room where rose and kanaya are making out and roxy is dressed up as rose’s mom and rose is like uh i can explain
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