Personal blog. Alice. Early thirties. She/her. Ace-spec. Adventurer, vet tech, musher and fanfic writer under the handle A. E. Redacted.
Too nerdy to be a granola girl, too crunchy to be a fangirl.
I live in the woods with fifteen sled dogs, a greyhound and Upsy Your Sled Dog Friend.
things that were either confirmed or strongly implied to have been erased from society's memory in TAZ Balance:
things that Lucretia almost certainly forgot to erase from society's memory and most likely regretted immensely:
Image description: a tumblr reply from @fexiled reading "every time barry dies he remembers jorts again is like 'i can't believe she took that from me'". End description.
I live on the edge of a cellular dead zone.
How dead it is depends on the time of year. In the brutally cold subzero of midwinter, I can often get a pretty decent signal - enough to stream videos or watch YouTube sometimes.
In the Summer, though, it’s a good day if I can get a web page to load slower than the slowest dial-up. Most of the time I can’t load anything.
My theory, though I’ve never confirmed it, is that the Summer tourists who flock to the nearby town where I work overload the tower with the ambient draw of hundreds upon hundreds of cellular devices.
And I’m on call. I take a lot of call during the Summer, including some back-to-back, week-long shifts. I had to make some back-up contact arraignments in case my phone glitched out this weekend.
My phone really should have been replaced months ago. It’s been glitching badly for a long time now and I honestly expect it to self-destruct at any moment. I finally ordered a new phone. It was supposed to be here by last Friday but…well. When you live rurally, you learn patience in a big way and you find out fast that deliveries get here when they get here.
We don’t have big box stores in town. There’s exactly one local grocery store and it’s notoriously overpriced and no guarantee they’ll have what you want in stock.
I don’t have internet at home either. I used to but then it quit working and the company never followed up on my repeated calls reporting the outages, only giving me vague Night Vale-esque responses. We can’t send a technician, they told me. A facility is non-responsive.
The company did, however, continue to bill me for the services they were not providing and then threatened to turn off the internet connection I didn’t have when I did not send payment. To this day, I still regularly get letters from a collection agency about it.
I become limited to using the internet at my workplace or at the various coffee shops in town that have become my third spaces.
Summer here in the Northwoods is a warm explosion of life and greenery and it’s honestly nice to just be at home on my days off and focus on my little hobbies and interests without worrying about checking social media every five minutes or the ever-present fear of missing something.
I went swimming with the chaos gremlins where a river empties into one of the largest freshwater lakes in the world. I play with my dogs, I do constant kennel maintenance - the Summertime aspects of having a sled dog team. I dig in the garden, I wander through the woods. I found a bunch of pitcher plants blooming in the bog the other day.
If I miss something online, I miss something. It’s not the end of the world. The daylight hours are long and there is much to do.
Still, as a fanfic writer and someone with a social media circle, I do feel a weird disconnect this time of year when I’m not caught up on all the current memes and discussions and interests and hyperfixations of my online peeps.
I think about y’all a lot. I draft posts in my head that I never make. There’s a lot I don’t share. There’s a lot that I’d like to.
Work is wild. Shifts are long and relentless. I don’t always have the energy (or time) to write and edit. And I’m trying really hard to strike a work/life balance for the sake of my own mental health.
I’m starting to feel happy again. Truthfully I started feeling happy again at the end of Winter. But I was suspicious at first, terrified of slipping back into the bone-weary inertia that had plagued my brain since last Summer.
Not gonna’ lie - last Summer was a blur. Maybe some of my mental nosedive was me NOT taking time for myself and not striking a work/life balance.
But whatever the case, I’m still here. Maybe not as present as I have been, maybe not as present as I’d like to be. But I am determined to enjoy the fleeting Northwoods Summer while it lasts.
"Then they reached out their other hand in the opposite direction towards the planet, drifting, for once taking note of the force of gravity and, in spite of their fears, allowing it to pull them in."
such a visual scene, had to draw it:P but ive given up on random asteroids after messing with it for way too long
The Collector was still planted on the couch. They were still staring at the nightmare tonic.
a little bit more fanart, doing everything not to think about my exams
Anonymous asked:
You don’t own fanfics. They’re inherently public domain because they aren’t your IP. Agree or disagree with AI, there are no grounds for “protection” from AI because it isn’t your IP to begin with. That’s what you chose when you chose this medium
orlissa answered:
Oh dear.
Okay, you get an answer, because at least you took the effort to write your ask out properly, even if you are hiding behind the grey, sunglassed circle.
Do I, or any fanfic author for that matter, have any legal claims to our work? No, not really, no. (Although if someone took a fic, filed off the serial number–deleted the fandom specific elements–, and then had it published for financial gain, yeah, that would be a case.)
BUT
Disrepectfully,
Orlissa
(i can’t believe I have to say this)
Also this is not true. You do in fact have the copyright to the specific writing you did in a fic, because that's not how copyright law works. Like this is not a grey area.
People who write IP content for corporations give up their copyright on a contractual basis--the company wants writing they can sell about characters/settings they own without getting entangled in royalty obligations etc, so they hire people. Who sign contracts saying they don't own what they write as part of that job.
That's why you don't own Star Wars stuff you wrote for Disney; you specifically agreed not to own it.
Writing for IP you don't own leaves you in a position where you can't legally monetize it (without taking out the Owned parts ad rebranding), but it absolutely does not automatically cede or void copyright. That is super not a thing.
SUPER not a thing, I cannot say this enough.
Do not perform that kind of massive corporate overreach for them. Holy shit. Do they not own enough.
It’s fascinating that this misconception of copyright still exists. Haven’t we all seen the posts on here where authors beg fans to please not send them fanfic of their works? They’re not doing that because they feel like it, they do that because fans legally own their words and ideas, and an author who takes them even unintentionally can in fact end up in real legal trouble for taking something that’s not theirs. It doesn’t matter whether they own the canon.
MOONSHADOW CHAPTER 44
https://archiveofourown.org/works/40031166/chapters/120697717
Banner art by @cupcakeshakesnake
FULL FIC SYNOPSIS:
Between picking up the pieces in the wake of the Day Of Unity and its aftermath, reconnecting with Raine, helping King come to terms with his newfound identity and being there for Luz as she navigates a life split between the Boiling Isles and Connecticut, Eda Clawthorne has a lot on her plate.
Taking on another, seemingly-impossible project at this point, especially one that seems particularly ill-advised, is probably not the wisest decision. But then, Eda has never been one to take the easy path in life.
And she made a promise.
AKA - The one where Eda takes it upon herself to give The Collector a second chance, and faces the challenges that go along with it.
Canon-divergent after King's Tide.
The Collector just antagonizing Hunter, because why not, it's funny and not technically against the rules
tried to storyboard the chapter 17 but its such a dynamic scene i gave up after 40 panels haha
OMG it’s THIS scene! Poor Hunter but LMAO at The Collector’s shit-eating grin!
And you storyboarded part of it?!? *explodes*
Hunter had it comming:P I'm very glad you like it! i love your story:P been lowkey obsessing over it last few weeks haha
and sure, the boards migghht be kinda chaotic, i was mostly figuring out cameras so be prepared
ASSFGJKLASSFGJ THIS IS SO COOL THOUGH!
I don’t think I’ve ever had anyone storyboard something I’ve written, so this made my entire freaking week!
(And I’m so happy you’re enjoying the fic. Writing it has really been a labor of love!)
