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Icefire Studios

@icefirestudios000

Just your average person who is way too obsessed with niche shows/movies. Fanfic writer and amateur fanartist. She/They.

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Hello! I'm Icefire Studios, but you can just call me Icefire. I'm typically a fic writer who mainly lurks in fandoms and occasionally tries my hand at making fanart. I have a couple of side blogs, @dwampyverse-content and @dragon-nerd-0005 being my main ones.

My AO3 handle is also Icefire_Studios. I typically write for the Milo Murphy's Law fandom, but have been trying to spread my wings into my other fandoms, such as the rest of the Dwampyverse, The Owls of Ga'Hoole, and How to Train Your Dragon. All of my fic stuff is going to be linked here to make it easier for me, so I have to do less searching.

On to the lists!

others to be added as they're created

YEAH MIKU, ROAST THAT SH*T UP GURL!(⁠ ͝⁠°⁠ ͜⁠ʖ͡⁠°⁠)⁠ᕤ🔥🔥🔥🔥💪🏼💪🏼💪🏼💪🏼

me, a fool: alright i have a little scenario in my head but i don’t really want to make it into a comic so ill just kinda jot it down real quick. just a short conversation between two characters

me, still a fool, walking out of my notes app several thousand words later covered in blood: I Have Written A Character Study

Standing in a checkout line, when an older man asks me about my Goncharov t-shirt. I say "It's a movie, " when the person behind me chimes in, "Oh, yes, Scorsese."

The original gentleman goes on to tell me about the author Goncharov, his favorite of his novels, and a famous character from one of the novels. The three of us discuss whether the main character in the movie is intentionally named after the author, referencing that character, or whether it just sounded good to the film maker. We discuss how steeped the movie is in symbology.

Two of us are having a very different conversation than the third.

  • Laika, saint of the cosmos, and of one-way trips
  • Togo, saint of medicine, and of work without acknowledgement
  • Guinefort, saint of loyalty, and of innocent death

these enamel pins are up for pre-order at greerstothers.shop

i cant stop editing nancy comics. and also ive never edited a bunch of someone else's comics before in my entire life.

Ok I love this???

"baptise me in hot dog water"

Hot dog water - there's a Tumblr post out there I've seen saying hot dog water is the opposite of holy water, due to the fact that a single drop of it will contaminate what it touches. I assume this was partly inspired by this allusion but who knows for sure.

Also the the idea of holy water as inhuman and cleaning vs hot dog water as the remains of feeding someone - often a child - and entirely human. It may be dirty and I do not want it on me but God hot dog water has some memories. You will not wash away my sins. They're mine. Also, anyone can make hot dog water but holy water is refined, restricted (yes anyone can make it in an emergency but lay people are restricted from it)

"you and I both know"

Unlike baptism for babies, this one is done between two people who are both aware of what is happening. The one receiving the baptism gives the orders about what they want to happen. The giver and receiver are portrayed as equals. They are equally aware of their humanity.

"the holy stuff won't take"

Ooof heartbreaking, amazing line. Raises so many questions. What does it mean when the water "takes"? What has the receiver done that makes them unfit for holy water? Or, what has the holy water done that makes it to weak to help, to be a part of your life?

The poem as a whole - I love the lack of capitalization. It adds a sort of intimacy to the poem, and the statement from the speaker. The high words "baptise" and "holy" being offset by "take" and "hot dog". Also "hot dog water" vs "holy stuff." The cadence! I would lick it.

I love the serious analysis, and I think I find it persuasive.

This also sheds a lot of light on some plot points in Scooby Doo! Mystery Incorporated.

Not to turn this into another house full of chintz, but I'mma fuck this poem on the floor.

Meter

There are two readings of the poem's meter that I immediately identify, the first is how I'd want to read it, and the second is how a normal person would probably read it, but both make the same point.

In my interpretation (left), the first line is four wholely irregular feet: an iamb into a dibrach into two trochees; The second line is two trouches into a hanging stressed syllable; And the third line is three iambs.

In the more normal interpretation(right), the first line and second line are six trochees all together plus that hanging syllable in 'knowing' which transitions the poem to iambic trimeter.

And look at the interesting result of that laid bare:

In English poetry there's a tradition, all other things being equal, that iambs are considered the sophisticated foot with trochees often being contrasted as the vulgar or common foot.

The vulgar in specificity "hot dog water" is put in trochee, while the respectably vague "the holy stuff" is afforded iambs. Without the poet having thought of the stress things the pattern actively, this incapulation of the English poetic tradition is astounding. Especially when you consider the

Chiasmus

Chiasmus is a figure of rhetorical construction, in which two pairs of ideas are laid across each other, A B B A. It's one of the more popular figures of rhetoric and if you're looking for it you'll see it everywhere.

In the most literal sense, it's about repetition; but, you can apply it more liberally to ideas, thoughts, or in this case, parts of speech:

The nouns and verb pairs in the first and third lines crossover each other. They are in chiasmus. Structurally, the inversion makes the poem feel more solid, while still furthering emphasizing the contrast between the idea of hot dog water and the holy stuff.

Opening with a command and closing with a result.

I just want to say something

And yall don't have to listen yall can just tune me out but I need to get this off my chest.

No one taught me to write. I have never once read a book on how to write. I possess a high school level understanding of the English Language and Grammar. I didn't even take that course in college. And I am by no means an amazing writer. I am a tortured soul who finds happiness in my little blurbos.

However, what I did do an insane amount of in my youth was read. And like so much variation. I have read everything from Tolkien to King to YA Fantasy to The Art of War.

Look if you want to attend writing workshops and read every book on 'How to...' under the sun and follow every writing blog awesome.

But I think being a good writer takes very little in my honest opinion.

1. You have to write. A LOT. And write what you enjoy

2. You have to be bored. Boredom breeds creativity. Why do you think you have such awesome ideas in the shower? Put social media and YouTube down. Go touch some grass.

3. Read. Read read read. You find your favorite style there. You find your own voice among others

4. Be happy. Yeah I know that's easy to say but I mean it. And while I am my harshest critic I am also my biggest fan. I love the stories that live in my head. And the ones I type out and share. I reread my work all the time and go 'damn bitch you brilliant'

in my minecraft server there's a 1/5000 chance of a skeleton running across your screen at any given moment, and sometimes it really scares me

I often forget that writing doesn't have to be all encompassing.

There are certainly times that I can lock in. That I can lose an entire day in a world of my creation.

But that will not be every day.

I need to push through those days that all I add is a single page.

A few sentences.

Even just a handful of words.

Progress is what counts.

And progress is progress is progress.

I need everyone to know that my old neighbor (probably) died or (possibly) went to someplace with permanent medical care because she was a million years old, and she was replaced by (another) old man of similar age and haleness whose children put him into this house to be closer to them. This is significant because the previous neighbor lady hated me AND my birds, and the new guy is delighted by them and comes over to visit Bug.

Today I got to meet his daughter and he insisted she meet Bug too, so after foot dips, I walked them out to the pens. I called for Bug several times, but she did not appear. I don't blame her. it's cold and rainy out. So I went in to find her, and she was absolutely not budging at all. Nestled up with mantis on their heated perch, inside their curtained-off, decorated, insulated coop. I did end up letting the daughter walk through to come see her and give her a little pat, because I want to get along with my neighbors and want them to like the birds (much easier all around if everyone likes the birds).

But like imagine it's the dead of winter in Michigan, and your elderly father insists that his new neighbor has peacocks and you go to see them thinking maybe they're turkeys, or like, one random peacock like some farms have, and instead this is what you find

and you're allowed to pet them

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