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#FediAsk - I'm searching for a tool to maintain my #homepage of mostly #fanfic (= looong texts that should be easily readable on diff screens & printable with a few images in them).
I hope for a #FOSS #tool that has to work with #Linux and with #noAI & is easy to use - as this is something that I have to do entirely on the side.
I looked at HUGO so far, but it appears rather daunting (or I didn't find the right tutorial yet).
Any suggestions - either for a different tool or a good tutorial? :-) -
@eliasulrich I love
https://marginalia-search.com/
It still finds lots of fandom sites and blogs that are actually readable! Esp. in the niche topics that get buried elsewhere. :)
Heh, it even found my ancient fanfics along with my most recent research paper. ❤️
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#WritersCoffeeClub 9/8: International Literacy Day! Share a moment when a reading of your work surprised you.
I'll share a story of mine. It's one of my absolute favorite things I've ever written, and ironically, it's only fanfiction. It features an original character, another Van Helsing member of the family with Peter Cushing as the face-claim. Dracula, of course, will always be my dear Christopher Lee. Hammer Horror will *foever* have my entire heart.
Anyway, I'm *incredibly* proud of this story and the way it turned out. My vocabulary, sentence structure, the near-Victorian vibe from it all... I just *adore* this story. It doesn't take place in the Victorian or Edward period, of course, it's the 70s, but that gothic feeling is more than present. I just love this one so much. I was impressed with myself for once, and I was so proud of the final, finished product. I've turned it into an ongoing series for my readers.
The name of the story is "The Cycle Begins Again," and here's the quick synopsis.
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Professor Clarence Booth has a rather unexpected visitor one afternoon and the course of his entire life will change because of it.
(This piece takes place directly after Dracula A.D. 1972 and The Satanic Rites of Dracula. Keep that in mind. The Author's Note is also very important.)
It's here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/72364911
#WritingCommunity #WritersOfMastodon #Dracula #PeterCushing #ChristopherLee #Fanfic #Fanfiction #AO3 #ArchiveOfOurOwn
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#WritersCoffeeClub 9/8: International Literacy Day! Share a moment when a reading of your work surprised you.
I'll share a story of mine. It's one of my absolute favorite things I've ever written, and ironically, it's only fanfiction. It features an original character, another Van Helsing member of the family with Peter Cushing as the face-claim. Dracula, of course, will always be my dear Christopher Lee. Hammer Horror will *foever* have my entire heart.
Anyway, I'm *incredibly* proud of this story and the way it turned out. My vocabulary, sentence structure, the near-Victorian vibe from it all... I just *adore* this story. It doesn't take place in the Victorian or Edward period, of course, it's the 70s, but that gothic feeling is more than present. I just love this one so much. I was impressed with myself for once, and I was so proud of the final, finished product. I've turned it into an ongoing series for my readers.
The name of the story is "The Cycle Begins Again," and here's the quick synopsis.
⬇️
Professor Clarence Booth has a rather unexpected visitor one afternoon and the course of his entire life will change because of it.
(This piece takes place directly after Dracula A.D. 1972 and The Satanic Rites of Dracula. Keep that in mind. The Author's Note is also very important.)
It's here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/72364911
#WritingCommunity #WritersOfMastodon #Dracula #PeterCushing #ChristopherLee #Fanfic #Fanfiction #AO3 #ArchiveOfOurOwn
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#WritersCoffeeClub 9/8: International Literacy Day! Share a moment when a reading of your work surprised you.
I'll share a story of mine. It's one of my absolute favorite things I've ever written, and ironically, it's only fanfiction. It features an original character, another Van Helsing member of the family with Peter Cushing as the face-claim. Dracula, of course, will always be my dear Christopher Lee. Hammer Horror will *foever* have my entire heart.
Anyway, I'm *incredibly* proud of this story and the way it turned out. My vocabulary, sentence structure, the near-Victorian vibe from it all... I just *adore* this story. It doesn't take place in the Victorian or Edward period, of course, it's the 70s, but that gothic feeling is more than present. I just love this one so much. I was impressed with myself for once, and I was so proud of the final, finished product. I've turned it into an ongoing series for my readers.
The name of the story is "The Cycle Begins Again," and here's the quick synopsis.
⬇️
Professor Clarence Booth has a rather unexpected visitor one afternoon and the course of his entire life will change because of it.
(This piece takes place directly after Dracula A.D. 1972 and The Satanic Rites of Dracula. Keep that in mind. The Author's Note is also very important.)
It's here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/72364911
#WritingCommunity #WritersOfMastodon #Dracula #PeterCushing #ChristopherLee #Fanfic #Fanfiction #AO3 #ArchiveOfOurOwn
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#WritersCoffeeClub 9/8: International Literacy Day! Share a moment when a reading of your work surprised you.
I'll share a story of mine. It's one of my absolute favorite things I've ever written, and ironically, it's only fanfiction. It features an original character, another Van Helsing member of the family with Peter Cushing as the face-claim. Dracula, of course, will always be my dear Christopher Lee. Hammer Horror will *foever* have my entire heart.
Anyway, I'm *incredibly* proud of this story and the way it turned out. My vocabulary, sentence structure, the near-Victorian vibe from it all... I just *adore* this story. It doesn't take place in the Victorian or Edward period, of course, it's the 70s, but that gothic feeling is more than present. I just love this one so much. I was impressed with myself for once, and I was so proud of the final, finished product. I've turned it into an ongoing series for my readers.
The name of the story is "The Cycle Begins Again," and here's the quick synopsis.
⬇️
Professor Clarence Booth has a rather unexpected visitor one afternoon and the course of his entire life will change because of it.
(This piece takes place directly after Dracula A.D. 1972 and The Satanic Rites of Dracula. Keep that in mind. The Author's Note is also very important.)
It's here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/72364911
#WritingCommunity #WritersOfMastodon #Dracula #PeterCushing #ChristopherLee #Fanfic #Fanfiction #AO3 #ArchiveOfOurOwn
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#WritersCoffeeClub 9/8: International Literacy Day! Share a moment when a reading of your work surprised you.
I'll share a story of mine. It's one of my absolute favorite things I've ever written, and ironically, it's only fanfiction. It features an original character, another Van Helsing member of the family with Peter Cushing as the face-claim. Dracula, of course, will always be my dear Christopher Lee. Hammer Horror will *foever* have my entire heart.
Anyway, I'm *incredibly* proud of this story and the way it turned out. My vocabulary, sentence structure, the near-Victorian vibe from it all... I just *adore* this story. It doesn't take place in the Victorian or Edward period, of course, it's the 70s, but that gothic feeling is more than present. I just love this one so much. I was impressed with myself for once, and I was so proud of the final, finished product. I've turned it into an ongoing series for my readers.
The name of the story is "The Cycle Begins Again," and here's the quick synopsis.
⬇️
Professor Clarence Booth has a rather unexpected visitor one afternoon and the course of his entire life will change because of it.
(This piece takes place directly after Dracula A.D. 1972 and The Satanic Rites of Dracula. Keep that in mind. The Author's Note is also very important.)
It's here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/72364911
#WritingCommunity #WritersOfMastodon #Dracula #PeterCushing #ChristopherLee #Fanfic #Fanfiction #AO3 #ArchiveOfOurOwn
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you ever cry from writing lore
https://docs.google.com/document/d/1VAEoHu4dBkmajMckW95GWjdt_Lt7DrlBNPW30kHJnx8/edit?tab=t.3qwd5ky4va8v
the tw is there for a reason, please keep it in mind while reading, especially on the fam trauma tab
#heathers #heatherchander #heatherduke #heathermcnamara #veronicasawyer #jasondean #kurtkelly #heathersmusical #heathersthemusical #clinicalpsychology #lorewriting #aumaking #fanfiction #fanfic -
Weena: A #TimeTravelingGhost Side Story (Part 2)
#FanFic #HGWells #TheTimeMachine
#Wss366 Shell #TimeTravelAuthors Whatever[Note: this is a side story, with the original Hurburth not our protag.]
Weena froze in the baneful glare of the Mourloks. This is how it always ended! At night, the filthy creatures would enter the “kinlair” and by morning, individuals pushed to the edges of the society would have disappeared. With the Golden God in the sky, no one noticed or cared. Darkness was in the future.
“No!” she almost shouted. Hurburth had never huddled shivering, a hollow #shell, during the Godless Time, and neither would she!
She shook her partner, but he only moaned. He was so tired from the struggle yesterday that she couldn’t wake him, no matter how hard she tried.
The rancid stench of the Deep Spawn grew stronger. She could see the creature’s pale faces; their thin, pallid hands were already reaching out.
With a swift motion, she threw a branch into the fire, where the leaves burst into flames. But that would only hold them off for a moment, she thought. She wouldn’t let Hurberth die. He’d saved her from the flood when no one else would.
She jumped up, waving her arms to call attention to herself. Then she fled into the woods, the Mourlok on her heels.
[FINIS]
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Weena: A #TimeTravelingGhost Side Story (Part 2)
#FanFic #HGWells #TheTimeMachine
#Wss366 Shell #TimeTravelAuthors Whatever[Note: this is a side story, with the original Hurburth not our protag.]
Weena froze in the baneful glare of the Mourloks. This is how it always ended! At night, the filthy creatures would enter the “kinlair” and by morning, individuals pushed to the edges of the society would have disappeared. With the Golden God in the sky, no one noticed or cared. Darkness was in the future.
“No!” she almost shouted. Hurburth had never huddled shivering, a hollow #shell, during the Godless Time, and neither would she!
She shook her partner, but he only moaned. He was so tired from the struggle yesterday that she couldn’t wake him, no matter how hard she tried.
The rancid stench of the Deep Spawn grew stronger. She could see the creature’s pale faces; their thin, pallid hands were already reaching out.
With a swift motion, she threw a branch into the fire, where the leaves burst into flames. But that would only hold them off for a moment, she thought. She wouldn’t let Hurberth die. He’d saved her from the flood when no one else would.
She jumped up, waving her arms to call attention to herself. Then she fled into the woods, the Mourlok on her heels.
[FINIS]
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Weena: A #TimeTravelingGhost Side Story (Part 2)
#FanFic #HGWells #TheTimeMachine
#Wss366 Shell #TimeTravelAuthors Whatever[Note: this is a side story, with the original Hurburth not our protag.]
Weena froze in the baneful glare of the Mourloks. This is how it always ended! At night, the filthy creatures would enter the “kinlair” and by morning, individuals pushed to the edges of the society would have disappeared. With the Golden God in the sky, no one noticed or cared. Darkness was in the future.
“No!” she almost shouted. Hurburth had never huddled shivering, a hollow #shell, during the Godless Time, and neither would she!
She shook her partner, but he only moaned. He was so tired from the struggle yesterday that she couldn’t wake him, no matter how hard she tried.
The rancid stench of the Deep Spawn grew stronger. She could see the creature’s pale faces; their thin, pallid hands were already reaching out.
With a swift motion, she threw a branch into the fire, where the leaves burst into flames. But that would only hold them off for a moment, she thought. She wouldn’t let Hurberth die. He’d saved her from the flood when no one else would.
She jumped up, waving her arms to call attention to herself. Then she fled into the woods, the Mourlok on her heels.
[FINIS]
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Weena: A #TimeTravelingGhost Side Story (Part 2)
#FanFic #HGWells #TheTimeMachine
#Wss366 Shell #TimeTravelAuthors Whatever[Note: this is a side story, with the original Hurburth not our protag.]
Weena froze in the baneful glare of the Mourloks. This is how it always ended! At night, the filthy creatures would enter the “kinlair” and by morning, individuals pushed to the edges of the society would have disappeared. With the Golden God in the sky, no one noticed or cared. Darkness was in the future.
“No!” she almost shouted. Hurburth had never huddled shivering, a hollow #shell, during the Godless Time, and neither would she!
She shook her partner, but he only moaned. He was so tired from the struggle yesterday that she couldn’t wake him, no matter how hard she tried.
The rancid stench of the Deep Spawn grew stronger. She could see the creature’s pale faces; their thin, pallid hands were already reaching out.
With a swift motion, she threw a branch into the fire, where the leaves burst into flames. But that would only hold them off for a moment, she thought. She wouldn’t let Hurberth die. He’d saved her from the flood when no one else would.
She jumped up, waving her arms to call attention to herself. Then she fled into the woods, the Mourlok on her heels.
[FINIS]
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Weena: A #TimeTravelingGhost Side Story (Part 2)
#FanFic #HGWells #TheTimeMachine
#Wss366 Shell #TimeTravelAuthors Whatever[Note: this is a side story, with the original Hurburth not our protag.]
Weena froze in the baneful glare of the Mourloks. This is how it always ended! At night, the filthy creatures would enter the “kinlair” and by morning, individuals pushed to the edges of the society would have disappeared. With the Golden God in the sky, no one noticed or cared. Darkness was in the future.
“No!” she almost shouted. Hurburth had never huddled shivering, a hollow #shell, during the Godless Time, and neither would she!
She shook her partner, but he only moaned. He was so tired from the struggle yesterday that she couldn’t wake him, no matter how hard she tried.
The rancid stench of the Deep Spawn grew stronger. She could see the creature’s pale faces; their thin, pallid hands were already reaching out.
With a swift motion, she threw a branch into the fire, where the leaves burst into flames. But that would only hold them off for a moment, she thought. She wouldn’t let Hurberth die. He’d saved her from the flood when no one else would.
She jumped up, waving her arms to call attention to herself. Then she fled into the woods, the Mourlok on her heels.
[FINIS]
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