roseveare

Hi! I wrote a fanfiction. (7 years after the last post on here...)

TITLE: Out of the Ruins
AUTHOR: roseveare
RATING: PG-13
LENGTH: ~9,500 words
SUMMARY: After the battle with the monster association, Sekingar's B team seek to reconnect. Some alcohol and chaos may be involved.
NOTES: OK, so SEKINGAR. I had decided that One Punch Man was not for me. It has too many overpowered characters and massive fights I can't muster any feeling about. But I happened to flick through Vol 25 in my library volunteer duty a few weeks ago, and this led to a bit of an obsessive binge and some abuse of my free book reservation privileges. Aside from his one moment in the action, Sekingar is a character who is seldom the focus, whose story is told half the time in side panels and the background of other panels: a Hero Association official wearing a suit on the battlefield who failed once upon a time and accepted a desk job but so clearly still wants to be a hero himself, and the way that fact shines through his efforts to save and extract the scrappy team he's responsible for putting into this nightmare in the first place, while all the overpowered beings duke it out around them, is absolutely my sort of thing.
I don't know if there is space for this to happen in canon, but just imagine it's there, because all I wanted was to see these guys get together and congratulate each other on being alive at the end of it all. Hopefully there aren't too many unintentional canon gaffs. but I don't entirely understand the geography of the world set-up and I suspect I'm treating the hero system more like MHA than I should. I would also have to say that this was a whole lot of characters to juggle, so forgive me if a few of them only appear briefly.

( rubbish fic title is rubbish )

I can't give you a link to read on AO3. :/

kattahj you would probably like this character but whether you could be bothered to read the source material to appreciate the like 2% of it he is in is in doubt...

NANO COMPLETE! I CAN'T BE BOTHERED TO POST A GRAPHIC!!! 11!!1!

I finished book 6 (and final) of my original fantasy series. Half of it's not typed yet, but that's the next job. I did write approx 81,500 words this November, as well as finish the novel (at 20 to midnight). The whole book, which I started for last year's nano, is around 150k.

I... may actually be close to having an edited version of Book 1 of the original fantasy series that tracks as a novel.

Pondering the fics I have on the to-edit pile and in drafts at the moment. I haven't, at this point, finished a story in about 6 months. Both the ones I wrote at the end of last year were coloured by my RL situation. I do wonder how obvious it was that White Noise was about my depression at losing everyone at once, although I also really like that fic and found writing it very comforting. But the other one was dross because I was supposed to be writing something non-miserable, and everything I write in the immediate future is going to be coloured by the same things. It isn't going to hurt the original novel about death and resurrection of my main character (though that's still untouched since Nano) and it's not going to hurt House of Mara #3, which I've picked at in recent weeks, but there were things I'd planned to do that were intended to be more cheerful and I don't know when I'll be in a place where it's possible to reach that kind of tone again in writing. In fact, it might be better to go the cathartic route as in White Noise and get to some darker places if I decide to write, and ditch planned ideas for the time being.

At the moment, though, nothing much is happening at all. I think the next move is to try and edit something to post, but it's only a case of picking at it in tiny bursts, right now, because my concentration and impetus are shot. Getting back into fandom would probably be better for me than not, though, given the amount of time I'm spending alone.

In practice, I'm equally likely to start something like massive podfic readings of things I never planned to podfic (Great Stores, Great Choices, case in point) and then abandon it, instead of focusing. Argh. Nothing's really working at the moment; the family I have left are busy being dysfunctional and deliberately isolating themselves, my social options seem to cost money that I need to be saving to spend on a house that needs roof repairs and a new central heating system. I've started spending a lot of time reading fiction books again, which I hadn't really done for a few years now, but I'm not altogether sure that it's healthy in the context, above fandom pursuits which at least have the interactive element. Though it doesn't really help that LJ's fandom component seems to have combusted.

Meh, I say. Meh.

Just fixed a bloody stupid error toward the end of Risen two and a half years on from posting the damn fic, where Wade's knife disappeared/got ignored completely by Nathan when he dropped it in the naked-fight-in-the-shower scene. Hate finding these gaffs.

5000 words on NaNo this afternoon! Fingers crossed things continue this way...

The Troubled Tales 2016 Haven fanfiction exchange collection is live!

(Names revealed early, because I opened the collection on my phone at a Halloween party last night and something appears to have Gone Amiss, even if 'anonymous' is still checked on the archive and so I am not sure... how... It must be a Trouble.)

Spent most of yesterday post-driving lesson being majorly pissed off about said lesson and instructor. Woke up still feeling pissed off. JFC, with everything else that is going on in my life, I don't need this to be a source of shit as well.

She spent ten minutes at the start telling me about her personal circumstances -- she's pregnant and looking to finish working by February -- and trying to ditch me, basically. She's already declaring I won't be ready by then, after THREE lessons, and trying to push the idea that I should switch to her replacement she's arranging sooner rather than later. I thought later made more sense, since then I could get all the basics down first rather than interrupt things when I'm just getting familiar with them.

Retrospectively I'm pretty sure she wants rid now and just doesn't want to teach me. I'm pretty sure it makes no sense to push switching at the current time for my sake.

So, ten minutes wasted already. She drove us to a very nearby estate, not like the places that have been a good ten minutes out on previous occasions. She has always included this time, and the time to do her notes at the end, in the hour that I'm paying for.

We went through the processes of turning corners and junctions in her book, which took a few more minutes. More than was necessary, tbh, because she insists on me echoing back basic fucking obvious information and treating me like a child rather than someone with a competent intellect. Then we put in some time doing turns. Went fine.

Then, she stops me EIGHTEEN minutes before the end of the hour, and says we're going back. We haven't done junctions yet, which we covered at the start of the lesson in the book. I am very much wtf what is happening and puzzled about this and although I don't say anything, I would think visibly surprised that we are wrapping up now.

It takes ~5 minutes or less to drive back to my place, where she sits to do her little dissection in her workbook, which consists as always of telling me where I was shit at things in the same breath as sideways comments on my confidence and suggesting in various ways that I'm a slow learner. All of which she sits and waits for me to agree with before she'll move the discussion onward, in a way that really winds me up.

I said that I didn't feel I did very much this week, compared to say last week. I questioned why we hadn't done junctions. She gets all defensive and starts going on about too many cars being parked by the side of the road, so that I'd find it difficult at my level of skill. In various back and forth she comes out with something about "well, we can drive on the big roads next week if you like" -- which is blatant taunting/mockery knowing that I don't want to do that, aren't ready to do that, and is clearly only meant for me to have to say no and take me down a peg. Then despite having said that the reason we didn't do junctions was a physical one, she leaves off on "well, we can only progress as quickly as you can learn" -- yet AGAIN giving me sideways shit about calling me slow.

Cue me spending the rest of the day in a rage because I'm paying £24/hour to someone who doesn't give me an hour of their time -- probably about 45 minutes this week, if it hadn't been for the Great Debate -- and mostly returns that in belittlements while simultaneously implying that my lack of confidence is the biggest problem.

I'm pretty much at the conclusion she wants rid of me and wants me to go to her replacement. And for me? Fine, she's won. This is bullshit. I'm sick and tired of her. The actual physical instruction part while I'm driving, I'm very comfortable with and loath to switch, but it's not worth it for the shit I get in the dissection of the lesson at the end, her lack of support and confidence and respect for me, and the fact that she isn't even giving me the fucking hour I'm paying for.

I somehow managed to stumble through setting up and promoting Troubled Tales despite the things going on in my personal life. I have a few thousand words written on the opening for fics for that and the darkfic exchange, and I've signed up for Spook Me to write another instalment of the Audrey/Duke/Nathan series. I don't know if things will resume as before with fandom, but I'm still picking away at it. I had to default on Rare Pair, but will hopefully finish that (projected to be quite long) fic at a later time.

I've made it through the weekend that would have been the annual major holiday I spent going around places with dad (Heritage Open Days), the days I'd booked off work well in advance to do that. I have a driving lesson today. :/

I'm really tired of people telling me how terrible things are as if that is in any way a helpful thing to say when I am the one who is living inside it and has to try and make something of this situation and reinstate some sort of actual life. (Do not reply to this post with any variation of 'But it is terrible' as the person I expressed this sentiment to IRL did yesterday. I mean, for fuck's sake. Basically: things are difficult enough without that kind of exterior negative reinforcement from people who have far less emotional involvement in the situation. I'm not looking to hold it against people who mean well but when I literally just said 'Don't'...)

Haven's fanfiction exchange has returned! Signups until 31st August.