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thelostseasons said: the thesaurus.com comment is so consistent with my response to the same question I’m a little disconcerted
4. Favorite authors? Do they influence your writing?
Answered here! c:
5. A roleplaying pet peeve?
SPECIAL SNOWFLAKE WRITING. No, that does not mean characters who are special snowflakes, it means muns who seem to feel the desperate need to assert their individuality by excessive use of thesaurus.com, and who string together completely nonsensical over-embellished metaphors, incorrect word-usage, and grammatically preposterous purple prose to express simple ideas.
"She smiled at the insolent man" becomes "Plumes of rouge curl back, relinquishing tepid pearls, orbs affixed upon the shrew contempt, reliving comments of bitter taste."
AND DON’T EVEN PRETEND I’M EXAGGERATING. THIS WRITING EXISTS. I’m all for exploring different styles and taking chances, but goddamn does it burn my biscuit when this sort of airy-fairy linguistically incorrect bullshit gets replicated and then praised as beautiful lyricisim.
Stream of consciousness and the bending of literary norms has it’s place and can be wonderful — just look at the brilliant Ken Kesey or William Faulker. Likewise, opulent language has it’s place and can be wonderful — just look at the brilliant Oscar Wilde. But people just pounding their head against a thesaurus and seeing which words leave a bruise does NOT A MAGICAL LYRICAL ARTIST MAKE…
Thank you mysterious ‘nonners. ALL Y’ALL OTHERS ARE COMING TOO; IT’S JUST THAT WORK MAKES ME REALLY SLOW AND I’M TRYING TO DO THESE IN ORDER.
Any tricks for writing? For example, do you listen to music? Write standing up? Write best at night?
I recently wrote some praise for Remy’s writing style as being very character-focused. I, on the other hand, think of myself as a very situational writer. My best posts always happen when I thoroughly explore the surroundings — the location, the set, the mood, the atmosphere. This makes it a lot easier for me to imagine how my character must feel in the midst of it, and what memories or emotions such a setting might trigger. Armed with these tools, I then simply allow my character to be affected by the scene that I have set up. It makes my posts flow a lot more smoothly.
What do you wish would change in the RP world? What is something you like about it?
Something I wish would change in the RP world: TRIGGER MANIA! [ insert enormous collective gasp from the rp comminuty here ] Okay, I know I’m essentially breaking the rule of “never discuss religion, politics, or trigger warnings,” and that I may get some flack for this, but I’m going to be honest and say it anyway.
Look. I’m not against the USE of trigger warnings, per say. Naturally, if going through the relatively minor trouble of adding an extra tag to a post saves someone a nervous breakdown, of course I want to do it. And likewise, I grant you that some things — graphic descriptions of sex, gore, etc — should certainly be tagged or hidden under read mores. It’s just common courtesy. However I’m extremely tired of watching people have completely in-character and valid dialogue that might include something like “Fuck, all this damn rain’s makin’ me suicidal,” and then having people show up saying, “You know, you should really not talk about that so casually. ;;; You should definitely TW that, that could be really harmful!!” The mindset that has developed around TW-culture, if you will, seems often to imply that people need to walk on pins and needles around darker issues, and that whoever needs the trigger warnings in order not to be psychologically disturbed should be treated as “the norm,” and others are wrong and careless unless they trigger warning every post that even mentions a controversial term.
Again, I’m not saying that people’s psychological issues are invalid, NOR THAT TRIGGER WARNINGS SHOULDN’T BE USED. However, we’re all writers here, and every time you choose to read a post, you are taking exactly the same risk as you are when opening a book in the library. Now it may be that the mere mention of a certain word sends a person into psychological anguish, it may be that they have a completely valid, tragic, and/or heartrending reason for this, and yes we do want to protect them, but also if a person cannot open a library book and read the word ‘abuse’ without suffering a break down, that is an issue that must be sorted out in their life, not tiptoed around by others. Yes, roleplaying is a fun forum in which we all want to be comfortable, and yes, there are times when excessive graphic material or offensive material needs to be checked and labeled — like ratings at a movie; not everyone can stomach a slasher flick! — and yes, trigger warnings are good and helpful, but the stigma that becomes generated around them, that one should avoid or soften one’s work and avoid edgy topics because “it could be harmful to someone out there” bothers me. Unless we’re all just treating roleplaying like kids playing pretend on a playground (in which case we are seriously all severely arrested developmentally), we have to treat ourselves as writers; and writers should be encouraged to explore whatever the hell they want in their writing, down to the darkest of facets — albeit with discretion.
Again, I’m not saying that trigger warnings are bad or that they shouldn’t be used, I’m not encouraging indiscretion, and I’m not pointing fingers. But I am saying that the excessive attention to padding our posts can create somewhat creatively-stifling and unrealistic limitations, and that writers SHOULD NOT feel as though they’re being “harmful” if they explore darker subjects.
Not to mention that if you passed highschool English, you have most likely read about almost any trigger subject already, short of scenes of excessively graphic nature.
As for something I really like about the roleplaying world, ah, how do I put this? I think that roleplaying is very important to our generation, at least in America. We’re living in a time that is seeing education raped and savaged, schools defunded, classes cut, and tuitions raised. I actually think roleplaying is a very good way of filling in the steadily widening gaps in education — teaching ourselves a very viable, usable, practical skill: writing. I am always glad to see people improving and exploring new writing venues, influencing each other, and attempting to better their own skills. And I’m right there with you!
Thanks man! I’m glad you like it!
2. What do you like about your writing? What do you think you could improve?
I think I think I do a pretty good job with rhythm/flow and atmosphere in my posts, and I like to think I’m pretty good at writing dialogue. However! I know I have to work on my consistency — not only in terms of just plain responding in am timely manner, but in terms of baseline quality. Sometimes I overthink my writing, which generally causes it to suffer.
4. Favorite authors or novels? Do they influence your writing?
In my opinion, one of the best ways to learn how to write is to read. I think what we read is the biggest influence on our writing. As something of a bibliophile myself, I read A LOT, and if I were to list all my favorite novels, it would take forever, but I’d like to think that my favorite authors have extended their reach into my writing— Faulkner, Dostoevsky, Bradbury, Raymond Chandler, and the Ancient Greek playwrights amongst others. I also know I owe a great deal of my writing to my intensive study of acting Shakespeare, which requires a very exacting study of characterization-through-text.
Do you have any eccentric writing habits?
Besides muttering dialogue under my breath at times (sometimes it’s easier to tell if something sounds right or not if you actually hear it!) and sort of subtly assuming facial expressions that correspond to whatever tone I’m writing, I think by far my oddest writing habit is this weird… walking thing I do when I’m on a roll.
Whenever I’m feeling extremely confident or “into” my writing, I get up, and either briskly walk or jog across the room to the window and look out. I have no idea why, and half the time I barely even realize I’m doing it— it’s a completely unconscious compulsion! I never even really take a good look outside!
Since I’m at work and unable to comfortably address most of my remaining headcanon memes (or use proper HTML), I’m throwing together a quick mun-related one of my own!
1. Do you find your writing style shifting, depending on what character you play? Or do you think you have a distinctive style or “voice” as a writer that shines through every character?
2. What do you like about your writing? What do you think you need to improve?
3. Any tricks to good writing? For example, do you listen to music? Write standing up? Write best at night?
4. Favorite authors or novels? Do you think they influence you writing style?
5. A role playing pet peeve?
6. What do you wish would change in the RP world? What is something you like about it?
7. Do you have any eccentric writing habits?
There was a light knock and a soft yell, as loud as her voice would allow, but finding no response, Sera decided it was probably best to let herself in. The key gave a satisfying click and she slowly opened the door, peeking from the corner of the frame, "Gajeel? Are you here?" Fingers felt for a switch, pressing it to reveal the layout of the room.
The Iron Dragon might have developed some sort of strange obsession with capturing Santa, rigging the whole of his apartment with various metal traps- his favorite contraptions complete with sharp, intimidating jaws and store bought cookies set as the lure. Luckily (or unluckily) they were set for a man the size of a bear and not a little mouse like her. Though even without that, Gajeel’s place could run a fair fight against the Tribe bases that she had experienced back in the Junkyard. One false move and she would be done for.
Being extremely careful to maneuver around the worst of the traps, her light steps were even more hesitant than usual. She had been too anxious to keep time, but maybe fifteen minutes later, an exhale of a breath she didn’t know she was holding announced her success. Reaching over to her bag, she pulled out an assortment of Christmas cookie cutters. Though their intended use was currently being overlooked, she thought there would be no better substitute to the standard holiday treats for the metal eating slayer. A small bonus that she managed to find them in different ‘flavors’.
She thought that alone was too small a gift and was rather excited about what would accompany it. Unfolding the paper in her pocket was a poster that she placed in full view, resting it on top of the pile so he wouldn’t accidentally miss it. In exchange for a few favors, she had managed to get Gajeel the lead act in the show, something she knew he had been wanting for quite some time. Taking a step back to make sure everything was set perfectly, she tripped against a wire setting off a trap.
Before she knew it, she was surrounded by ropes crudely but tightly forming a diamond shaped pattern. Hanging several feet off the ground, the net swung back and forth, gradually losing its momentum. Breathlessly, she sank back down into the net, drawing up her knees to her chest. It occurred to her that she could be here for the entire night or until someone noticed she was missing. "A-Ah…Gajeel’s going to get mad at me, isn’t he? I probably should have called first…"
♤ cooking headcanon
Two eggs cracked into a greased pan, trailing foaming strings of sticky whites, and a thick cut of ham slapped down beside them. Gajeel handles the hot cookware with brusque surety, even as the yolks break and harden. Coughing on smoke he takes as a necessary part of the process. And though he frowns as the grease pops and begins to burn, it does not deter him, though the scent tickles his nose.
When he is done, the eggs sit ringed in black charcoal, and the ham has curled like puckered fabric. He shuffles the pan from the stove to the ruined table where it hisses as it melts the varnish, adding another ash-black blot, and Gajeel sits with knife and fork, skewers an egg and stuffs it ingloriously into his mouth. Above him, the pungent smoke seeps quietly into the walls and ceiling.
Seeing as how Gajeel’s diet consists mostly of metal, Gajeel’s culinary skills are very limited, and generally result in dishes comparable to charred shoe-leather. Luckily, that’s exactly the way he likes them: either egregiously overcooked, or flat out burnt. He likes the sensation of having to chew hard and work his jaw to enjoy a meal.
Since he very seldom entertains guests, and even more seldomly entertains proper manners, he has a tendency to eat directly from the cookware, instead of transferring his food to a plate (sometimes getting carried away and eating the cookware as well), and uses his knife and fork almost interchangeably — not hesitating to skewer and eat off the end of his knife it it happens to be more handy.
☄ modern au headcanon
It’s cold as all goddamn hell, and the bowling alley’s fifty-cent-a-pop jukebox 80’s rock, audible even on the street, doesn’t put him in a better mood. Crouched on the curb, he wastes a match on a half-smoked cigarette fished from the dry gutter and nurses a swelling eye with nerve-numbing nicotine. He’s sick of getting muscled around, but last night was better than the night before. You should see the other guys.
He stands and rolls his shoulders. The cigarette tastes foul, but it keeps his hands busy and his mouth shut. He has the unfortunate habit of sneering at cops. Walking into the city, the music becomes fainter, the lyrics fade into the general buzz of sound. Those singers, they knew how to hit it rich, keep themselves in the black on nothing but fantasy and show; a webwork of false promise and poetry, about high times and sweet nothings and long nights you don’t want to end. But his world hadn’t included any tan girls on porches with the wind in their hair.
He stubs the cigarette, and jogs across the street, hands stuffed in pockets. He can’t hear the music anymore.
Modern AU!Gajeel has taken a few different forms in various settings I’ve RP’d him in, but seeing as I like the idea utilized in his canon portrayal (dark past, eventual redemption), his past/personal history often finds him on the street, without much means or a home. This background leaves him with an uncanny sense of navigation. Short cuts, alternate routes, and unorthodox detours through back-yards or across fire escapes and rooftops are his specialty. He can tell you where you can get a free meal, or where the cops hang out.
In most modern AU plotlines which utilize this background, his fortunes change — generally, first leading to involvement with crime, then eventually getting in off the streets, working either as a mechanic or a body piercer and eventually trying to distance himself from the illegal world — though we all know that’s easier said than done.
He dresses in baggy clothes, with minimal leather and metal accessories (never fine metals, mind you — pewter is good enough), drinks alone or attracts bar-brawls, enjoys metal concerts (and can be counted on to be at the front of the wall of death), and lives in a one-room cheap apartment, where he feeds stray cats on the fire-escape.