The baseline level of weirdness around here is high enough that an author secretly roleplaying a schizoid voodoo personification of death and rum didn't register as unusual to me.
The best, and only, kind of masturbatory!
Indeed. The original wording was going to be either "self-indulgent" or "masturbatory" - somehow it ended up being both. Corrected.
The baseline level of weirdness around here is high enough that an author secretly roleplaying a schizoid voodoo personification of death and rum didn't register as unusual to me.
I have no idea what's going on, I don't read extra authorial posts or omakes.The baseline level of weirdness around here is high enough that an author secretly roleplaying a schizoid voodoo personification of death and rum didn't register as unusual to me.
Honestly, that stuff I'm totally cool with you not explaining (I actually would not have minded you keeping the master power a surprise at this point, for example).Oh, here's some more hidden stuff that's been going on just out of sight behind the scenes. Most of you should have figured out by now that Taylor has some sort of master power associated with her eyes, or vision, or locking gaze with someone, right?
Well, what's happening here is that her connection to the Baron is opening her victim up to the knowledge of ultimate reality. It's an existential crisis power. Then that victim's attitude towards her changes based on the character's attitude toward death. Since she represents death, their feelings about their own inevitable demise get transferred to her.
Sophia is ultimately a coward. Her power lets her run away. She triggered after being made into a victim, which is why she has the predator/prey thing. But she's never actually fixed the problems in her psyche, just plastered over them with bullshit. Taylor ripped off the plaster, and Sophia had nothing left to fight with. That's why she just froze.
Piggot gets angry at death. She becomes enraged, disgusted, contemptuous. This is why she thinks of Taylor as an S-class threat without a good reason.
Danny shuts down. He becomes depressed and listless and unable to function. This is why he is silent and just goes along with shit for the first part of the story. Things don't start to change for him until he triggers.
I've planned out a bunch of similar reactions for most of the other characters in the fic, but I'm not going to explain them all.
Leave me some few mysteries at least.
Eh, I'm just going to echo Vyrexuviel: this was a first attempt, and it was a pretty good first try.I wouldn't worry about it too much. The only people who were really catching on were the ones who were directly interacting with me a fair amount. There were a bunch of pretty big thematic hints that I dropped in the middle of pretty low rated comments. I'm pretty sure I know the exact comment that clued in Dancingrage.
In hindsight I should have known the joke would fall relatively flat. It was only going to be funny to the handful of people who were paying close attention already anyway. I should never have threadmarked it. It would have flown under the radar to most, but been caught by those who would have gotten it.
Those of you who enjoyed it, I'm glad. Those of you who didn't, I'm sorry. And that's going to be my final word on the matter for the time being.
Note that this wasn't a jab at ack--I love Recoil! His threads just have the most active discussion of any story I could think of at 1 am.None of them.
It happened in Amelia by @TanaNari but I've never actually written a TaylorxAmy SFW pairing.
Okay, here it is. I don't have any reason to hide what was going on any more.
The story of Bourbon Street is about Taylor becoming possessed by Baron Samedi, who, while being the Loa of death and resurrection, also represents a threat to the established order, and the breakdown of social structure. He's a figure of fun and partying and being irresponsible. He's the part of the human psyche that looks at death and says, ok, nothing I can do about it, let's have a party.
In the story, Taylor gets crazier and crazier. Her power is fucking with her head. She is having a hard time keeping herself sane.
In the story that's surrounding the story, the character of me, the author of the thread, is obviously playing a little game with everyone where he's pretending to speak as the baron. What's going on behind the scenes, but still in character, is that he's slowly losing it. He's becoming obsessed by the story he's writing, being taken over more and more by the Baron, until he gives in and throws in the towel.
Then, because the Baron is not satisfied with the Bourbon Street story ending where it did, he hops bodies. Because one of the things that loa do is possess willing people. They get some benefits, such as better luck or health or inspiration, and the loa get to live it up in their physical bodies, and enjoy the physical world. That's part of why Samedi loves to drink and smoke and fuck and swear. Because a lot of the time, he can't.
This dichotomy is represented in the lower level story by Taylor's popping back and forth to the street. In the street, she's Taylor, she's herself, but everything is muted. Colors, tastes, everything.
So, when the Baron gets fed up with me being unable or unwilling to continue the story, he pops on over to Seylerius and continues it anyway.
Oh, another important thing is that Baron Samedi is a psychopomp- that is, a god specializing in helping ferry mortals around from one plane of existence to another. He's all about breaking barriers, smashing through taboos. If any god could jump between fiction and reality, it'd be a god like the Baron.
I hope that helps.
Well, you've been on the other side of that experience a few times. I still remember your attempt at pretending to be the worst fanfic writer the world's ever known.I suppose. Now I know what it's like to have a joke explained to me after completely missing its existence.
For what it's worth, I enjoyed it. As a lover of both comedy *and* performance arts. It works as the former, it works as the latter, and it works well together. Execution could use some work, but the times execution doesn't need work can be counted on one hand.Those of you who enjoyed it, I'm glad. Those of you who didn't, I'm sorry. And that's going to be my final word on the matter for the time being.
This, a billion times over. Every artist, without exception, fails far more often than not. The good ones are the ones who fail, fail again, fail some more, and keep going until they've failed so many times that all that remains is success. The great ones are the ones who kept failing even after that point.I can either accept it, learn from it, and move on, or I can step back where it's safe.
Safety fuckin sucks.
Because getting your neck broken by a pro wrestler sucks. So I hear.
Thanks. This is really helpful. Most of the people who didn't care for my experiment were real nice about it, but it still hurts to try something that was beautiful in your head and see it fail to live up to your expectations. I was a little rattled last night.This, a billion times over. Every artist, without exception, fails far more often than not. The good ones are the ones who fail, fail again, fail some more, and keep going until they've failed so many times that all that remains is success. The great ones are the ones who kept failing even after that point.
Take risks. Get hurt. Grow strong.
Just... know when to step back. Learn from Andy Kaufman.
You do realize that he staged getting his neck broken... Right? The only reason why he wore a neck brace afterwards was to ham it up even more.Because getting your neck broken by a pro wrestler sucks. So I hear.
That still needs a sequel...Well, you've been on the other side of that experience a few times. I still remember your attempt at pretending to be the worst fanfic writer the world's ever known.
The first couple of chapters made me laugh out loud. Any story that can do that is worth reading, IMO.
I kind of didn't get the meta stuff until it was explained to me, but while I've done meta, I tend to be a fairly straightforward writer. And even not getting the meta stuff, I am really enjoying the story, a lot.
Are you saying that wrestling is fake?!? LIAR!!!You do realize that he staged getting his neck broken... Right? The only reason why he wore a neck brace afterwards was to ham it up even more.
Love Amelia, by the way. Quite an achievement. Made me feel all kinds of feelings and shit.
God knows I dealt with enough of them. And by "dealt with" I mean "tell to fuck off until they stop throwing their hissy fit and leave". Turns out, if you're stubborn enough, it does work.(and frankly, there's a certain element of SB commenters who exemplify the sort of nerd who obnoxiously demands comforting tropes and is actively hostile to anything outside their comfort zone. Imagining their usernames as XxVoidCowboyxX makes this clearer.)
Well, seems we know Coil's weakness. If he dies in one timeline, that timeline already shuts down. Which means he actually DOES split timelines, and it isn't just a Thinker ability. Which means every time he shuts down a timeline that Coil kills himself, now if only he'd kill himself and let it stick. Can't believe I said that.I shut down the ti...
I shut down the time...
I shut do...
Oh fuck me.
It's been two years dude. Why you gotta get our hopes up?Well, seems we know Coil's weakness. If he dies in one timeline, that timeline already shuts down. Which means he actually DOES split timelines, and it isn't just a Thinker ability. Which means every time he shuts down a timeline that Coil kills himself, now if only he'd kill himself and let it stick. Can't believe I said that.
I've said it before, and I'll say it here too. If you don't want to be disappointed by things like this, change your watch status so you only receive notifications to OP posts only.
I did. But that doesn't show shorter posts that may announce an incoming chapter or someone else offering to adopt the fic.I've said it before, and I'll say it here too. If you don't want to be disappointed by things like this, change your watch status so you only receive notifications to OP posts only.