Tag: iotwcs

It’s Halloween talk to me about IOTWCS ❤ for the fic ask 5, 6, and 14 or one out of those

oh geeze HI wow straight for the throat, ok let’s do this

5: What part was hardest to write?
breaking out of the titanic exhibit and the luxor itself. i went through a couple different versions – like one was the group using B*’s ridiculous weaponized prosthetic to blow up the wall of the resort and slide down the glass pyramid like a terrible magic act. but i had already used that trick (the exploding leg), and soul with the open-faced-sandwich chest wound didn’t really help the suspension of disbelief. eventually i was just like, well, maka’s dying and she’s been influenced by harvar, so i guess she’s just gonna go Rambo. which was way simpler and had more meaning, besides.  ..t..theoretically anyway

6: What makes this fic special or different from all your other fics?
i don’t really know?? it’s been received spectacularly by the fandom as well as by people who have never seen the series, and that concept is, sincerely, beyond my comprehension. iotwcs is also the fic Boy of Sleep learned about my fandom alias, and he ended up being my biggest supporter in writing, so that’s p special to me

14: Is there anything you wanted readers to learn from reading this fic?
man ok so like, honestly? while writing it i had no idea what i was trying to learn. it just itched at me the whole time. but by the end of it, i found out where i had been going the whole time, which i guess is something kind of like… despite having  no tangible worth or any kind of logical weight, hope in adversity is what defines us as human beings – like, it’s the common denominator, and potentially the strongest motivator, no matter how weird or obnoxious or lost or tormented we are. at least that’s what i’d like to think, anyway. i like stories about people who try. somethin, somethin, courage, etc~

thank you bb

Hey, I’ve been rereading your fics and I can’t get over how much I love IOTWCS. It is such a unique take on zombies (which are pretty overrated imo) and I wish there were more. Great job!

aaa thank you very much!

i didn’t write it, but @monkkeyslut wrote a prequel to iotwcs called ‘i stayed in the darkness with you’ for resbang one year, centered around tsu and b* and it is BADASS. i would recommend that if you haven’t done so yet. you can find it here: HONK

i’ve done a little tooling around in the universe post-iotwcs, and hopefully i’ll post it someday haha

thanks again

bluetaillizard:

Again from 2015. Pages from the comic I was doing based off MarshofSleep’s fanfic If Only Tonight We Could Sleep. (found here –>https://www.fanfiction.net/s/9317762/1/If-Only-Tonight-We-Could-Sleep

I had started it and then my mind got distracted. I figured I’d upload it here too. I have it posted on my old DA account too. I actually still like how this all turned out. If I were to continue it though, I would probably re draw the first few. Maybe…

*Totally Hoping you remember this* o-o

https://bluetaillizard.tumblr.com/tagged/iotwcs

Hi. Just wanted to share this really quick and then run.

I know this is like 2 years old and it’s probably been forgotten, but I thought you would want to see it.

Sorry I kind abandoned this idea, I’ve been really busy and developing my own stories, but I have been mulling over adding to this again.

dude there’s no way i could have forgotten this hahaha

no worries, i will 100% support doing your own thing! but man, if you ever add to it again be sure to let me know! i love it so much ❤

a review of If Only Tonight We Could Sleep that makes me incoherently emotional

This- I don’t want to call it fic. This story, this creation, is so loudly itself. You know? So distinct. So compact. Everything written in it belongs to it. Realistically, I know it’s fanfiction but. IOTWCS is so IOTWCS. And it’s so distinctly Marsh of Sleep. It seems effortless, like it emerged from the marsh brain intact. I’m not belittling the work you put into it. It’s like when a seasoned gymnast slides into the cleanest split ever and you’re like, I could do that, that looks easy, effortless.

Many, many spoilers ahead.

I love it. The action, the PTSD, the self-destructive tendencies everyone has. The destructive tendencies everyone has. “Your PTSD is showing”. Iconic.

And, to be honest, though contradictory, I hate romance. I love human relationships and I love love and lust and attraction. But, romance is dumb as a genre like it’s generally done. In IOTWCS, what you would call romance, for lack of a better widely recognized term, is excellent.

I love how they eat. How the subject of food is handled. Eating is a vital part of every human’s life and the way people go about basic nutrition in a world helps so much in establishing it. It’s dumb, but, spaghetti o’s and pickle juice and fucking tang are part of what makes this such a complete palpable world.

There are so many callbacks to things previously established.

“Soul” followed by “Speaking”. “Soul, name, not object”. “I took mountain dew as my mistress”. I get up in the morning and make coffee and as I’m trying to convince myself to wake up, my brain instead provides me with ‘I took mountain dew as my mistress’ sometimes. Thanks. Baller. Maka gets handed the gun that killed the old crone as a weapon. IOTWCS is a perfect weave.

The way you handled PTSD is amazing. How Maka holds on to what Harv told her about looking behind colors and lets it become a significant part of her, because she’s rebuilding herself and she needs to do it right. She repeats the phrases she hears and holds onto them like a lifeline. She puts the words of this world’s residents into her mouth to make her belong (you need to eat food from the spirit world, or else you disappear). She is slowly finding her place behind generators but she is still lost. She mimics and simultaneously pays homage to the people who have managed to establish themselves and stayed in the fucked up reality she sees.

“There aren’t enough bullets in the world for The Strip”. Lifeline, fixed point, anchor.

“Biker gang crazy bitch”. Accusation, insult, but still an instruction. Be fearless.

She decides to live. And then she decides to save the world. And that’s also because of Soul. And they become one tangled mess and one entity, and they become a team, so much more than just being crutches through their respective fucking serious PTSD. Fuck.

And then, the Strip. You know what? It took me two? three? weeks to get past the point where Soul gets his torso split in two by Ragnarok. I knew good times were ahead but I remembered what I had to go through to get to them. I remembered well the run through Vegas, the thanks and whispers and prayers to the silent radio. Maka convinces me she will die. And I don’t want her to. The moment when Sid is gone and Black Star loses that leftover semblance of innocence he may have left is unbearable. I was afraid to read all of that again. Fucking hell.

Soul and Maka in this kill me. They kill me as they are individually and as they are as partners. Maka shoves her poison hand deeper into the mouth of the walker that dared bite. She defines her Harvey-bestowed luck as Soul’s existence and its continuing. He tells her to wait for him. Again. I cry.

Shadowstag is a real actual tangible entity that you have created and I am tragically in love with this story in its entirety.

Maka says she’s so glad she met Soul. I’m so glad they met in IOTWCS, you know? I love IOTWCS. I can’t believe.

Every word I read has me in awe. I know you won’t believe me, or think I’m exaggerating, but I’m not. Your writing in this is captivating from start to finish. Thank you for everything. Thank you for Maka’s courage and for Soul’s fucking faith in her. Thank you for Black Star’s insane leadership, for ShadowStag, for Harvey. Thank you for, despite what I’m about to say being over the top cheesy, reminding me/ proving to me that the way I’m particularly inclined to feel the love feelings also occurs elsewhere. Maka and Soul in this are in love the way I believe love to be.

Have I said thank you? Thank you. I feel so lucky that I get to read what you write. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, even though it doesn’t reflect a fraction of the gratitude I feel. I’m so glad I wandered into the same fandom that you are in. 

– @ahshesgone

I just read your soul eater zombie apocalypse au and I am crying. There are tears falling into my phone rn. How dare you be so talented how dare u right such a tense and ultimately perfect ending to a magnificent story HOW DAR

I JUST NOW SAW YOUR REVIEWS

I’m glad you made it to the end. I’m v sorry about harvey. thank you for reviewing, thank you for this ask, thank you for the praise, please imagine me screaming for the next 10 hours

iotwcs + 3, 5, 11, 15

What’s your favorite line of narration?

ahhh, toss up between ‘He’s stolen fire and brought the clay of her heart to life’ or ‘At the bottom of Pandora’s urn is Maka’

What part was hardest to write? 

the escape from the luxor. i rewrote it twice– one version had completely wrong exhibits inside the hotel because lol outdated information, and the other included using B*’s exploding prosthesis to bust through the pyramid and had maka sliding down the side of it like every vegas stunt you’ve ever seen. i couldn’t get all the puzzle pieces to fit well enough to warrant that cliche, and thank god because it makes me cringe now

What do you like best about this fic? 

you mean apart from how ridiculously well it’s been received despite my having zero expectations??? probably black*star. i really got to play around with his character in this story and it brought me so much joy.

What did you learn from writing this fic?

ahah shit uh, well?? i learned about the hierarchy of angels, greek mythology, and how to stab someone to death. also probably more information than i ever wanted to know about deep cycle batteries. 

i also learned sometimes there’s a story in you even when you didn’t expect one to be there. i mean the fic came from a one-word prompt for a porn week. i just didn’t want there to be another smut story about screaming during sex, so…clearly the answer was ….zombies?? i don’t even -like- zombie stories. Weird Shit Happened, and now it’s an Inkitt winner and real people pay real monies to print a hard copy of it. i just– i’m as confused as you are

i learned that you can write a fanfiction that somehow stretches beyond the fandom and is able to touch people who have no context or knowledge of the source content. and enjoy it. i just don’t understand

….iotwcs is also how Boy of Sleep found out i write fic and began supporting me, and so it is the story that i learned he is the best boy i will ever, ever have.