?

Log in

dramatorama
12 July 2025 @ 03:23 am
Hi! I'm dramatorama. I write here about fanfiction, and that in turn is pretty exclusively about Final Fantasy 7/8 and Young Wizards.I'm reluctantly in the UK and mostly spend my time deciding what I want to do with my life.

I got into FF8 fanfic around 2002 and for a long time that was the only fic I really read. I wrote a little (now thankfully long gone from the internet). I took a long, long break from fandom (or maybe I just didn't realise how much I'd missed it till I came back), returned for a little while in 2007/8, then again in 2011, and here I am, hopefully for reals this time in 2015.

I'm usually interested in short-medium fic challenges, prompts, exchanges, and so on - it kind of sucks only being able to get into a couple of teeny tiny fandoms, so I'm kind of indiscriminate in what I'll sign up for. Want me to write you something? Fire away. New Final Fantasy buddies are always welcome!

I play a lot of FFXIV and World of Warcraft; I used to play FFXI an AWFUL lot, and if you are going to write me the Naja Salaheem/Abquhbah fic that I have been dreaming of for nine long years now? Please, be my guest, no need to ask first, I will love you forever.



BUT WHERE ELSE CAN I FIND DRAMATORAMA?! I hear you scream.


Online, of course! Here is where you can find me:

Tumblr!

☆Fanfiction.net (since 2002! I deserve some kind of medal.) I tend to only post more polished/cohesive things here, as well as stuff that I have a definite plan for. Abandonfic sucks!

☆Dreamwidth (mostly to read communities and take part in prompts/challenges, I don't really post there)

☆AO3 (I post most of my new fics here, mostly short bits and various prompt fills.)
 
 
dramatorama
10 January 2017 @ 12:01 am
She flicked her gaze dispassionately from the bare walls to the neatly made bed to the drawn curtains. Squinted in the morning half-light, and coughed. He moved in a blur.



... Can't write much. PC's melted. Very depressed. Single again. Doing some longhand fic. But things are tough.
 
 
dramatorama
25 May 2016 @ 06:14 pm
Still around. Mostly writing That One FF7 AU, FF8, and bad poetry.

Haven't had internet since January - hence the long and creepy silence. Life's better, still has shitty parts, but it's better. Doing some much-needed NaNo prep, yeah, i know it's 5 months away. I got to 17k in 2015 before my dad got a UTI and got really confused and needed me there every day after work to check up on him. Then sometime around November 20th came the severe sinus infection, then after THAT the episode of depression that lasted right through into February, when i promptly got sinusitis again.

Truly the winter of my discontent? Hur hur. On the bright side, things are better now. Summer's nearly here, and it's lovely - I've been to a couple of festivals already, and have some more crewing stuff lined up for July. Things could be a lot worse, i have a full time job, lots of volunteering and crewing opportunities, a safe place to live, people to hang out with, and I'm dating again, (argh) (nah it's OK, really! I found someone to date who's awkward than i am!) I just want to get back to the writing, and i feel like I'm finally in a place where i can do that.

3 cheers.
 
 
dramatorama
17 November 2015 @ 07:15 pm
This test is a beast. I did not get a passing mark (80%) partly because the way the questions were ordered and constructed confused me, and partly because I hold firmly to the belief that 'websites' is a word. The very last question, however, illustrates 'may' and 'might' extremely well.

http://www.sfep.org.uk/pub/train/self_test/index.asp
 
 
dramatorama
17 November 2015 @ 06:06 pm
I can't use the phrase "up close" any more because it's giving me Rose Madder flashbacks. THANKS, Stephen King.
 
 
 
dramatorama
17 November 2015 @ 05:49 pm
- My debit card.
- The strap of my handbag.
- Two pens. TWO. (Good pens. Pilot pens.)
- The vegetable drawer in the fridge.
- Scrivener. (It'll export, but none of the texts seem to want to be edited)
- OpenOffice. (That's what I get for not updating it since 2010)
- My work phone. (Not my fault.)
- My work peripherals. (My fault. Coffee.)
- The front door. (It was on the outs, anyway, there was already a carpenter coming to fix it.)
- My brain. I need to get some sleep, I'm only at 20k words for Nano and I want to get 5k more out before I go to bed. This can't end well.
 
 
dramatorama
03 November 2015 @ 08:01 pm
When "may" is used incorrectly in fiction written in the past tense. "May" is a verb and it has conjunctions; the simple past tense equivalent is might. The only time it's appropriate is when your narrator is switching to (or commenting from) the present or future tense and the uncertainty has still not been resolved. We all mess up our tenses sometimes - I'm guilty - but this is too common to be anything but hella irritating. 

Wrong: Lara Croft stared at the bearded man for a long moment across the bar. She may have had doubts about his credentials, but that wouldn't stop her from hiring him to get the job done. She'd do anything to get to the Mysterious Spooky Ancient Temple, even if it involved dealing with a repugnant alcoholic with an infuriatingly vague recollection of the co-ordinates and an unwarranted sense of self-importance. (Past tense - might is used as a contrast to the "but" later in the sentence, as she definitely had doubts since this is in a close 3rd person from her PoV, so "may" is doubly inappropriate as there is no uncertainty.)

Right-ish: He may have been searching for gold, jewels, or ancient mysteries, but no one will ever know for sure, because he travelled to rural Tibet in the cruel winter of 1992 and was never seen again. (May is ok because the uncertainty continues to the present. Might is also acceptable as the events being described are not recent.) 

Right: Concern is growing for John Smith, an elderly man who disappeared from hospital in the early hours of last night. Mr Smith was last seen on CCTV entering Victoria tube station at 6am this morning; police are making enquiries door-to-door in Brixton. His family think he may have been heading there as he had links to the area in the 1990s. (Uncertainty + present tense / recent past tense) 

Another right: "I just thank my lucky stars for my puncture repair kit. I might not have survived without it." (The uncertainty has been resolved - he lived - so "might" is correct.)

Present/future: "I may not survive a day at Coachella without shades and sunscreen, so look for me passed out underneath a parasol somewhere." 

Another right: Bill checked the glove compartment of his car for his phone. The stakeout would be long and boring, so he might as well pass the time by playing Candy Crush. (Past tense, therefore might.)

I can't believe I care this much tbh. It's a little depressing. I MAY regret this in the morning.
 
 
dramatorama
25 October 2015 @ 11:25 pm
People being dicks: thank you so much, you are my reason to live.
 
 
dramatorama
13 October 2015 @ 12:18 pm
I'm ill in bed & somehow thought this was a good time to start plotting things out for nanowrimo. My head's in a state, downloaded scrivener & confused myself to bits.
 
 
dramatorama
12 October 2015 @ 03:17 am
Posted a story on ao3 for Vincent's birthday (a day early, but I'm ill and have to work tomorrow; I'll be too wrecked this week to get online ).


Grounding on AO3: Vincent/Yuffie, explicit

I want to remind myself that not everything I write is horrible and I don't need to fall over myself apologizing for being a dirty, dirty shipper who uses too many adjectives. I wrote Vincent as a bit of a dick in this story because tbf, he is a bit of a heartless, thoughtless dick: he's self-obsessed, and spends most of his time ruminating. I already feel a little bit sad that I wrote this mostly from his PoV, because he doesn't come out of it too well - I went into it with the premise that Yuffie knew exactly what she wanted, but that Vincent, for whatever reason, can't just let himself be happy, he has to piss on everyone's chips.