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Updated Temporal, chapter 10.
In which everything begins to go very, very wrong.
Updated Temporal, chapter 10.
In which everything begins to go very, very wrong.
Just in time for the new year
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Temporal is finally updated. Chapter 5, Gehenna.
Seven fucking years. I hope this was worth the wait, lol. I’m going to post the rest of this series of Ao3 after I finished redoing it. Enigma is getting a full rewrite, as is Ice and Steel.
Happy New Year!
Temporal is finally updated. Chapter 5, Gehenna.
Seven fucking years. I hope this was worth the wait, lol. I’m going to post the rest of this series of Ao3 after I finished redoing it. Enigma is getting a full rewrite, as is Ice and Steel.
Happy New Year!
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So I finished Nano at 68,000 words. Not finished Temporal just yet, but I’m finally at the last fucking furlong.
If you wondered why I dropped out of DL fandom all those years back? This fic. This fucking fic. Yes, the lack of reviews was annoying and the earlier installments were pretty poorly written compared to what I was doing after I’d finished my Creative Writing degree. But-
This fic.
Holy fuck this fic.
You think I was horrible to Raistlin and Dalamar before? You ain’t seen nothing yet. Everyone is absolutely awful in this story, which the exception of Tasslehoff, who I liked a hell of a lot more on this read-through. Joke’s on him, because the characters I like? Go through hell. Seriously, although he’s not the main character, Tasslehoff’s part of the story is about one half morality pet, one half kick the dog on multiple character’s parts, and entirely Break the Cutie.
Seriously, I have a little epilogue lined up that is just fucking heartbeaking.
Characters that came off much, much worse in this re-read are mostly Caramon and Tanis.
Caramon because Raistlin had a sudden wake-up moment of ‘hang on, why did Caramon love hanging out with people who liked beating the snot out of me? Why was he so eager to make friends with kids who’d just stomped on me? There’s a connection there I’m not very comfortable with.’
(I know W&H did it to make Caramon seem more likable, but mostly it made him look like he liked keeping people around Raistlin who’d give him an excuse to be a savior)
(Also what the hell was with this series for showing the Kingpriest as being sort of pathetic and scared? Dude was burning people alive and massacring entire species. It’s like trying to humanise Hitler. I don’t care how he feels about it, I’m not feeling sorry for the fucker)
(Finally, the Gods are dicks in this one. I mean, I think they’re dicks in canon too, but it’s really fucking obvious in this one. Fuck those guys. I’m going full Discworld on their arses. Last Hero Discworld)
Tanis because… handing Kitiara to Lord Soth ftw. Like, there’s a middle ground between continuing to be hung up on your old girlfriend and handing her over to eternal undead shittiness. Tanis just got himself a forever ticket in my ‘not good at all wtf’s wrong with you’ book.
Maybe my Dalamar is way more sensitive to this after the whole Fistandantilus debacle, but holy shit the Majeres (and ust Matars) have a problem with attracting undead.
(Palin, if you meet any nice vampires, run for the fucking hills)
Anyway, finally. Fucking finally. After over sixty thousand words of everything getting progressively worse, Dalamar got his Big Damn Hero moment and we’re finally lurching towards a happy ending.
For Raistlin and Dalamar anyway.
Caramon won’t be getting one.
Tanis is getting an extended buttmonkey ending.
Crysania has had such a shitty time I don’t feel like putting her though worse.
Tasslehoff might eventually feel better.
Maybe.
After a few years.
I am so sorry.
So I finished Nano at 68,000 words. Not finished Temporal just yet, but I’m finally at the last fucking furlong.
If you wondered why I dropped out of DL fandom all those years back? This fic. This fucking fic. Yes, the lack of reviews was annoying and the earlier installments were pretty poorly written compared to what I was doing after I’d finished my Creative Writing degree. But-
This fic.
Holy fuck this fic.
You think I was horrible to Raistlin and Dalamar before? You ain’t seen nothing yet. Everyone is absolutely awful in this story, which the exception of Tasslehoff, who I liked a hell of a lot more on this read-through. Joke’s on him, because the characters I like? Go through hell. Seriously, although he’s not the main character, Tasslehoff’s part of the story is about one half morality pet, one half kick the dog on multiple character’s parts, and entirely Break the Cutie.
Seriously, I have a little epilogue lined up that is just fucking heartbeaking.
Characters that came off much, much worse in this re-read are mostly Caramon and Tanis.
Caramon because Raistlin had a sudden wake-up moment of ‘hang on, why did Caramon love hanging out with people who liked beating the snot out of me? Why was he so eager to make friends with kids who’d just stomped on me? There’s a connection there I’m not very comfortable with.’
(I know W&H did it to make Caramon seem more likable, but mostly it made him look like he liked keeping people around Raistlin who’d give him an excuse to be a savior)
(Also what the hell was with this series for showing the Kingpriest as being sort of pathetic and scared? Dude was burning people alive and massacring entire species. It’s like trying to humanise Hitler. I don’t care how he feels about it, I’m not feeling sorry for the fucker)
(Finally, the Gods are dicks in this one. I mean, I think they’re dicks in canon too, but it’s really fucking obvious in this one. Fuck those guys. I’m going full Discworld on their arses. Last Hero Discworld)
Tanis because… handing Kitiara to Lord Soth ftw. Like, there’s a middle ground between continuing to be hung up on your old girlfriend and handing her over to eternal undead shittiness. Tanis just got himself a forever ticket in my ‘not good at all wtf’s wrong with you’ book.
Maybe my Dalamar is way more sensitive to this after the whole Fistandantilus debacle, but holy shit the Majeres (and ust Matars) have a problem with attracting undead.
(Palin, if you meet any nice vampires, run for the fucking hills)
Anyway, finally. Fucking finally. After over sixty thousand words of everything getting progressively worse, Dalamar got his Big Damn Hero moment and we’re finally lurching towards a happy ending.
For Raistlin and Dalamar anyway.
Caramon won’t be getting one.
Tanis is getting an extended buttmonkey ending.
Crysania has had such a shitty time I don’t feel like putting her though worse.
Tasslehoff might eventually feel better.
Maybe.
After a few years.
I am so sorry.
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Yes, I am, Nuitari help me. I’m over 50,000 words in and just starting Test of the Twins.So far Raistlin has been fighting tooth and nail not to go into the portal. Caramon is deluded and maybe more evil than expected, Crysania is operating in her own little world and Tasslehoff is staring in horror as these three people he likes are becoming more and more horrible to each other. Also the gods are dicks and Dalamar is the lone sane person in this story and if that’s not depressing, I don’t know what is.
Not far now, at least. There will be hugs and happy endings. Eventually.
Yes, I am, Nuitari help me. I’m over 50,000 words in and just starting Test of the Twins.So far Raistlin has been fighting tooth and nail not to go into the portal. Caramon is deluded and maybe more evil than expected, Crysania is operating in her own little world and Tasslehoff is staring in horror as these three people he likes are becoming more and more horrible to each other. Also the gods are dicks and Dalamar is the lone sane person in this story and if that’s not depressing, I don’t know what is.
Not far now, at least. There will be hugs and happy endings. Eventually.
I forgot how fun writing Rasitlin was
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Then the door opened again, and in walked a dream come true.
Raistlin’s mouth dropped open, the crystal rod fell from his nerveless fingers and rolled under the bed. He stared at the figure in the doorway, unable to speak, unable to think around the raw, glorious realisation that filled his mind like the rising sun.
“Raist?” Caramon’s voice seemed to come from another plane entirely. “You okay?”
The ideal, the image of wonder, looked back at him in concern. “I think you broke him, Caramon.”
“Raist?” A hand grabbed his shoulder and Raistlin pulled free impatiently. Stepped forward to the figure of perfection, perfection from its green, curly toed shoes to its bobbing topknot.
Oh thank you. Thank you Par-Salian you old bastard. Thank you for being such a phenomenal moron you sent a kender back in time.
Then the door opened again, and in walked a dream come true.
Raistlin’s mouth dropped open, the crystal rod fell from his nerveless fingers and rolled under the bed. He stared at the figure in the doorway, unable to speak, unable to think around the raw, glorious realisation that filled his mind like the rising sun.
“Raist?” Caramon’s voice seemed to come from another plane entirely. “You okay?”
The ideal, the image of wonder, looked back at him in concern. “I think you broke him, Caramon.”
“Raist?” A hand grabbed his shoulder and Raistlin pulled free impatiently. Stepped forward to the figure of perfection, perfection from its green, curly toed shoes to its bobbing topknot.
Oh thank you. Thank you Par-Salian you old bastard. Thank you for being such a phenomenal moron you sent a kender back in time.
