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Coming soon from Creative Emporium: the epic 'Rust Town', a full modular terrain system for tabletop gaming. Follow us on Instagram: @creative_emporium_scotland We are two sculptors and wargame terrain designers based in the Scottish Highlands, and 'Rust Town' is our first project
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A personal piece of advice for those out there!
Please, give yourself some grace about your writing. You're not obligated to have a story posted with an allotted time (even if you set a date! Life happens, mental happens, people aren't owed your creative effort).
And I want to especially stress this for my fellow creatives with multiple works in progress!
You're trying to juggle things, some might be more important than others, you might have more inspiration for one than another. None of this exceeds a single fact, though; you're only a person. You're not a machine, you aren't expected to churn out all three at an equal- and equally steady- pace.
Breathe, babes. You're okay, it's okay, you'll get it done when you get it done. An inch at a time is better than nothing at all, and yes, working on another project but not that one you're stressing about? That's still progress. Still an inch.
Better than overwhelming and overstressing yourself so much that you drop everything.
You got this.
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i’m sitting in a plane that’s just taken off. i think my ears should be popping from the change in altitude, but they’re not. we’re gaining height and the only thing i can think is i don’t want to go.
i’m on my way back to my internship, a quick respite in my home from the stress of life.
i don’t want to go back to the city. i hate living in the city.
we’re flying over a lake and i can pinpoint the exact place, just yesterday, i drove through on the way home from my best friends house.
i won’t get there until late. i’m still figuring out how i’m going to get back to my apartment, how i’m going to deal with the quiet emptiness.
i am realizing i am scared.
i don’t know what of.
i miss my home. i miss my family. i miss my friends. i miss the woods. i miss the river. i miss lying in bed at night and listening to the frogs sing and sing and sing. i miss the stars.
and now we’re flying through clouds and the plane is dropping and dipping and making my stomach lurch, a rollercoaster in the sky, and i love it, i love flying but i also can’t breathe with the weight of it all.
#poetry#reagan's emporium of thoughts#web weaving#spilled ink#writeblr#creative writing#writing community#writers of tumblr#poem of the night
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Dear People of Tumblr,
I don’t know if you heard the news when it dropped, but I left the sunny island of Clawland in the rearview mirror a few months ago and stepped into a role back here at Tumblr as Chief Officer of Merchandising and Physical Engineering. I’ve been sharing my wares over at my Emporium, and more importantly, you’ve been buying!
Things have been going so darn well that last night, I had plenty of time to reflect on how far I’ve come. No blockers in my way, KPIs going through the roof, everyone happy with their new mugs and pins and tshirts, and me at the head of it all… everything’s coming up Brick, right?
But one thing about merchandising is, well, it’s fun, and creative… but there isn’t much clicking. Brick Misses Clicks!
I thought about how dang popular my little crabby friends were on the dashboard when I was away. Spawning like crazy! There’s no denying it: you kids love those crabs. You’re even spending cold hard cash sending them to each other.
So, the question was: how to combine that kind of clicktastic feature you know and love, with something new? Something FRESH?
And then, it hit me!
🦀🐛🧀👻🐴🍪!!!!!!!!!!!!
So I hereby announce that I’m taking temporary leave of my position at the Emporium in order to jump teams and become Tumblr’s Chief Reactions Officer.
Beginning today, you’ll be able to SLAM those react buttons at the bottom of every Tumblr post to express your emotions. On the web at least. Not in the mobile apps. (I’m a budget whiz, but not that much of a whiz.)
And listen, this is short notice. I haven’t slept all night, putting this together, ever since the idea struck me while stargazing and reflecting on my life and choices. So the actual reactions available to use are limited for now. They were actually just the most recently used emojis in my phone.
But I just know you’ll love them anyway. Because they come from me, BRICK!
Yours clickfully,
Brick Whartley
Chief Reactions Officer
Chief Officer of Merchandising and Physical Engineering (On Leave)
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15 fics with Harry pursuing unusual careers
I love the adrenaline and potential angst within the Auror partners trope as much as the next guy, but we can all agree that our mental health improves 10 times when we see Harry leaving the Ministry, embracing other possibilities and making his own destiny. This rec list hopes to celebrate those creative, disruptive, feel-good fics that are not afraid to come up with the most absurd positions and original job titles. They can be fun, smutty, depressing, hopeful or cathartic; there’s a little bit of everything in here and I’m hoping to bring some hidden gems into everyone’s radar, too. Happy readings!
Twisted Wizards by Enchanted_Jae (T, 3k)
Draco is just putting his life back together when Potter comes along and mucks it all up again. Job: storm chaser
The R. Correspondence by noeon (T, 7.5k)
While working on the Bagshot papers, Draco makes an important discovery for British Wizarding History. Now if only Harry can keep him alive long enough to enjoy it. Job: private security consultant
Per my last letter (I hope you choke on it) by @fluxweeed and @lastontheboat (T, 10k)
Or: the one where Harry has writer’s block and Malfoy isn’t helping. Job: writer
Home County, orphaned (G, 10k)
Harry is an architect and the reluctant part-owner of his own firm. Malfoy works at The Ministry but doesn’t actually have a proper job title even though what he does sounds as though it’s pretty important. Job: architect
A Working Title by mindabbles (E, 12k)
Another in the long line of absurd biographies finally drives Harry to a desperate act. How desperate he doesn't know until his ghost writer shows up at his door. Job: Daily Prophet columnist
An Improbable Bout of Summer Madness by acari (E, 16k)
Draco had planned a quiet, peaceful summer holiday with his son. The last thing he expected was to find Potter here, in Draco's little Cornish retreat. Making fudge in a shop? The idea was too ludicrous for words. Job: fudge shop owner
The Strongest Affinity by @eidheann (T, 17k)
Trouble finding a wand for Scorpius leads Harry and Draco to something they never imagined. Job: wandmaker
Phoenix Repair Services by carpemermaid (E, 20k)
Draco hires a suspiciously private wizarding handyman to fix his kitchen when he returns home to find it destroyed. He expects a middle-aged wizard with greying hair and a pudgy gut to show up. Instead, he gets Harry Potter—with a utility belt and a charming smile—who is more attractive than he has any right to be. Job: Handyman
The Snitch-Maker by Omi_Ohmy (T, 21k)
Draco is content with his Snitches, with the tap tap tap of his hammer, and the tiny gears and sharp scent of metal in his workshop - until one day Harry Potter appears, asking for help to solve a rash of Snitch-tampering in the Quidditch world. Job: QUABBLE official (Quidditch representative)
Silhouettes in Sunsets by Pie (T, 22k)
Draco Malfoy was a Gringotts accountant by day and a luthier by night, making musical instruments that sang the language of the player’s heart, language audible only to the ears of his soul mate. Harry Potter was a struggling quill pal to the children of war and the owner of Hedwig’s Owl Emporium on Diagon—haven for future pets, owls retired from services and orphaned chicks. Job: Owl Emporium owner
Better To Burn Than To Fade Away by Ren (E, 23k)
Harry Potter is a legend in the world of broomstick racing. He's won almost every cup, trophy, and bowl – except for the historical London-Nome which has been on hiatus for the past several years. Now the London-Nome is starting again, and Harry will do anything to pull off one last big win. Job: broomstick racer
Doing the Lambeth Walk by @blamebrampton (T, 26k)
There are only three traditional choices for the cashed-up hero after victory. Harry Potter is too young to settle down and provide the wizarding world with a happy ending, and has too acute a sense of humour to spiral downwards into a spectacular flame-out. That leaves a life of good works. Job: Owner of a Social Housing and Care Centre
All Roads by @korlaena (M, 36k)
Draco hates his job at the Prophet. He hates it even more when he’s assigned to write an article on Harry Potter, who left the country three years ago after their falling out. Draco doesn’t want to face the truth about himself, but he’s stuck between Harry and his duty, and he’s out of options. Job: Magizoologist
Whimsical by strawberryrose (T, 42k)
In which Draco is completely out of his depth (until he isn’t), Harry builds something improbable with the help of his friends, and everyone bonds over food. Job: amusement park owner
What Shall Not Be Unearthed by @iero0 (E, 49k)
At the northernmost point of Shetland, surrounded by pointed cliffs, towers the Ootsta Lighthouse on a small isle in the middle of the open sea. Little does Harry know that he's not the only new lighthouse keeper. Draco Malfoy is as obnoxious as he always was, with his posh tone of voice and his luxury yacht jumpers. Job: lighthouse keeper
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Hey there! So I heard that you doing requests so I decided to ask for one! It would be male reader x Rosie, where the reader is a psychotic murderer who's just in the hotel for the free room and is usually a nuisance, but when Rosie comes to visit one day he goes all silent and shy and she finds him super adorable so she keeps coming back. It can be head cannons and it would be romantic fluff.
Rosie x m!reader
Type: one-shot, headcanons
Relationship: romantic
Tags: fluff
Warnings: mentions blood and murder
You, just like all the other sinners in the Pride ring, were here for a reason. Or, reasons. For some it was an ice cream stolen when they were 5, for others - alcohol and robbery.
For you, though?
Murder.
Lots of it.
You've always been quie a creative person when it came to death, your own didn't change it. It just meant you could get more creative and stop hiding it.
Your first years in hell (or has it been centuries) were pretty much the same: kill, cause chaos, annoy some overlords, kill and so on. It was becoming a little too repetitive. So, when you heard about Hazbin hotel, you decided to check it out. It seemed quite an easy deal: you show some of your less bloody qualities and you get to stay there for free. Sounds like a dream, right?
Well, not completely. Charlie's sweeter than sugar meetings and not being allowed to torture whoever you liked there didn't seem very nice. But a big plus, besides free housing, was that you managed to befriend Alastor, or at least become a close acquaintance.
Was it a big surprise? To other residents, probably. To you, however? No way. Both of you could be described as psycophats, curses, menaces and every other "compliment". But your bloody styles still had some differences. While Alastor was more formal and quite careful, even a little elegant in his own twisted way, you were more unpredictable and chaotic.
It wasn't just with murder. You quickly git a reputation for pulling some unexpected pranks. Let's just say, you're a master at giving others heart attacks.
One day Alastor thought it would be interesting to show his best friend Rosie the hotel. And that's what resulted in our current situation: you were so bewitched from the moment you saw the elegant cannibal that you walked into a wall so hard you got a nose bleed (and who can blame you?)
When Rosie sees it, she asks if you're alright and wipes the blood off your face. You can't do anything besides letting her and admiring her up close. Her dark eyes, her neat elegant hair, her perfect smile...
Your thoughts may be beautiful, but from the side you looked like an entranced zombie staring at Rosie with a slightly opened mouth. 'Now, we don't want you to choke on a fly' she says before gently closing your mouth with her hand, while a gentle smile adorned her face.
That made you shut down completely. Usually you would make a comeback or bite off the hand, but now you were nothing like that. Who knew that someone could bring down a murderous psychopath to his knees with just a smile and a few words?
Even when you were covered in blood and unable to say anything, she couldn't help but think 'Cutie~'
She wouldn't mind getting to know you closer, what a bloody pleasure ❤️
She quickly gets interested in you, but it takes more time for her to actually develop romantic feelings
You quickly intrigue her, especially how someone as bloody and murderous like you can be so adorable and romantic
You two give off Morticia and Gomez vibes, you can fight me on this
She sometimes teases you for blushing and/or stuttering around her. She can't help but find you adorable
You two would develop a tradition of meeting up in the Cannibal Town for some tea and snacks
Since both of you can get quite bloody, she would invite you to her Emporium to try out some body parts. Definitely learns your favourites
Someone: why are you two together?
Rosie: he makes me laugh
Reader, covered in blood: •⩊•🔪
A/N: The photos aren't mine, found them on Pinterest
Thanks for your request, I had fun with it😊✨
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Science Can Be Cool
There was no denying it. Professor Johnson was an extremely attractive man. After graduating with his master's degree, he came directly to your school to teach chemistry. While you despised science, you loved to watch your 26-year-old teacher. His shirt was always tight around his chest and biceps and his pants always fit him just right, showing off his ass and a sizable bulge. Whenever he was teaching about titration or the periodic table or whatever, you were never looking at the whiteboard, you were always looking at him.
He was everything you wanted to be in life: smart, attractive, and charismatic. All of the girls (and some of the boys, you included) in your class had a massive crush on him. And who wouldn’t? He was incredible. You wished you could be like him.
It was Friday afternoon and Professor Johnson’s class was your last of the day. You had spent the rest of the day just anticipating another wonderful day of staring at this beautiful man, daydreaming about what he looked like under those tight clothes. After another pleasurable class of ogling and admiration, Professor Johnson explained and assigned a new project due Monday. Everyone in the class had to make an “aqueous solution” and bring it in to present on Monday. Although you spent most of the time staring at his big ass and arms, Professor Johnson was a good teacher, and you had learned that basically, he just wanted you to dissolve something and bring it in. Easy enough!
As you left school, you decided to get the project over with and took a slightly different route to get home, taking you past some of the shops on Main Street. You thought about maybe getting some sugar to dissolve, but that would be too easy and everyone would do it. Maybe you could get some artificial sweetener like Splenda or Equal and talk about how it dissolved differently than regular sugar. That would be creative! Maybe Professor Johnson would think you were smart. Your body shuddered at the thought of him patting you on the back and saying “Good job.”
Splenda it is. Walking down the street, looking at the stores, you paused. There was a sign you didn’t recognize. Aunt Sally’s Mystical Emporium. Glancing at your watch, you saw that you had plenty of time before dinner, so you decided to take a step in. Maybe there was something interesting here you could use for the project. As you opened the door, you heard the chime of the bell above to alert the attendant of your arrival. Glancing around, you saw aisles and aisles of shelves adorned with random objects, bottles, and clothes. Following the velvet carpet, you found the counter, where the woman behind was already staring at you. She was old, probably in her late 80s. She had this strange grin on her face, exposing her yellowed teeth.
“What can I help you with?” She croaked.
Taken aback slightly at the harshness of her voice, you explained.
“I need something to dissolve in water for a school project. Something really cool.”
Her grin widened, exposing more of her yellow teeth. Without saying a word, she lifted her gaunt hand and motioned for you to follow her. Stepping from behind the counter, she began to move at an alarming pace for a woman her age through the maze of aisles and shelves. Struggling to keep up, you found yourself breaking into a sprint. She stayed composed though. How was she moving so goddamn fast?
Suddenly she stopped. You nearly tripped over yourself trying to stop in time to not trample her. You panted, trying to catch your breath as she slowly reached onto one of the shelves, pulling off a small clear vial of white powder. Holding it out to you, she said “This is magic. It will grant your deepest wish.”
Oh, so she was insane.
Before you could even open your mouth to say you weren’t interested in some fake powder, the old woman interjected. “I can sense you have a wish in your heart, so for you, it is free.” Her face contorted into that awful grin again. So uncomfortable around this strange woman, you mumbled a thanks, grabbed the vial, and made your way rapidly toward the exit. You felt her gaze follow you until you had pushed open the door, the bell once again chiming, and turned the corner.
Finally, out of sight of the woman, you had a chance to breathe. What the hell was that?! This weird woman gave you some fake powder for free? Overwhelmed, you decided to head home for the night. You would deal with the project later. Once you arrived home, you put the weird vial on your nightstand, took a shower, ate dinner, played some video games, and went to bed. The rest of the weekend, you played some more video games, ate some more, and slept. It was a very relaxing weekend, all things considered.
When you woke up on Monday morning to get ready for school, you had barely put your pants on before you realized that you had forgotten all about the project. Professor Johnson was going to be so angry at you. You couldn't disappoint him. The thought of him shaking his head at you, or god forbid yelling at you... no. You had to figure something out. Scrambling around your room to find something to dissolve in your water bottle, you rediscovered the weird white powder. It was all you had, and honestly, it had a story behind it. Biting the bullet, you headed to the bathroom to fill your water bottle. Pouring the white powder into your bottle, you closed the lid and shook it aggressively, trying to get the powder to dissolve more quickly. As you opened the lid and looked inside, you were astounded. It was clear! The powder dissolved! As you lifted the bottle closer to your face to inspect further, your nose was enraptured by a strange, sweet smell. It was like caramel and flowers and cotton candy and every single fruit all at once. It smelled so good. This powder was incredible. You thought for a moment: maybe it tasted as good as it smelled. You lifted the bottle to your lips, and as soon as the liquid entered your mouth, your chest was filled with a raging pain.
Oh my god, the old crazy woman had poisoned you. Dropping the bottle into the still-running sink, you panicked. Your throat tightened and you couldn’t scream for help. You grabbed your phone, trying to call 911, but your vision blurred. Stumbling blindly, you slipped backward on the mat and landed flat on your back, your phone still in hand, knocking the wind out of you. In shock and still panicking, the pain abated, but the blurriness remained. Taking deep breaths, trying to calm yourself, you slowly lifted yourself off of the ground, clutching your phone, still ready to call 911 for help. You reached around on the counter and finally found a pair of glasses you assumed were your dad’s. Placing them on your face, you were astounded.
In the mirror, looking back at you, was Professor Johnson. The firm pecs, the bulging biceps, the washboard abs. All of it. He was right in front of you. Fuck, he was even hotter underneath those clothes. No longer were you scared, you were aroused. You had wished to become your hot professor, and here you were! Taking out your phone, you took your first (of many) hot selfies in his hot body.
As you took this picture, you saw your dick swelling up in your pants, which stretched with your new thick legs in them. You were always curious about what Professor Johnson was packing. Heading back into your room, you went to your mirror, slowly lowered your pants, and tossed them to the side, exposing your underwear which strained at the pressure coming from within.
Staring at yourself in the mirror, you admired every crevice of your new body. Your feet had grown several sizes pushing your socks to their limit. Your calves had grown and stretched the socks even more. Your thighs were monstrous, covered in veins and leading up to your monstrous dick, which was barely confined within your underwear. Your ass had grown massive and muscular, with the backside of your underpants riding up between your cheeks. Your arms had become enormous: your hands were meaty, your forearms had become covered in thick veins, and your biceps swelled like mountains, barely covering the forest of armpit hair you now had. Your stomach was covered by a thick set of washboard abs, leading up to your pecs which jutted forward from your body like a shelf. You matched your own gaze. Your face was a replica of Professor Johnson’s. You had his manly facial hair and sharp features. You had gotten everything you wished for. You snapped another picture. You were going to love your new body.
Dressing in your loosest clothing, as you now needed a whole new wardrobe, you grabbed your water bottle and left your house, and began the walk to school, ready to show Professor Johnson your aqueous solution and explain how much you loved chemistry.
#male tf#male transformation#muscle transformation#muscle tf#tf#transformation#gay transformation#transform
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Vox x Reader who’s apart of Alastor’s little friend group? Like they regularly join in on Alastor and Rosie’s gossip sessions, tea parties, and such
okay I lied about not posting today because I felt a lil guilty, this one is super duper short I'm so sorry I forgot how to write vox outside a radiosilence context 😭🙏
this one's also just rlly boring I've failed you anon the creative juices are just not there today ☹️
cw: brief illusions to former radiosilence because I'm sick in the head and they're all that remains, vox insecurity issues, this is more of a blurb than anything
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It's Nice To Have A Friend (Vox x Alastor's Friend! Reader)
When pursuing a relationship with the Technology Demon, you had anticipated all of his, let’s just say, pathetic attempts of trying to undermine and defeat your good friend, Alastor.
You were constantly talking his ear off about how sweet Alastor was, and how much of a gentleman he was towards you and Rosie. Frankly he was a little sick of it, known for his spouts of jealousy of the Radio Demon.
"I know you two had your qualms in the past, Vox." You sighed, giving him a small kiss. "I do scold him every time he gets ahead of himself regarding you. I'll defend you throughout the seven rings and back, even if that means standing up against the 'big, scary' Radio Demon, okay?" You smiled.
Vox felt his heart swell at that, he always had an inferiority complex when it came to Alastor. Sure Vox currently held immense power, he could hypnotise the entire city into his doing, they trust him. But Alastor was always held in such high regard , harnessing more power than he could ever imagine.
So, you being all buddy-buddy with Alastor, it frequently struck a nerve with the technology demon.
“I.. Uh. Thanks Y/N.. So does this mean you're not going..?” He grinned nervously, testing his luck, causing you to roll your eyes, flicking his screen lightly.
“Of course I'm still going, they're my friends, Vox.”
Vox knew he couldn't control who you were friends with — even if he really wanted to — so with a kiss and a hug, he bid you farewell for the day.
If it wasn't for his ‘mastermind’ persona, the attention whore of an overlord would be clinging to you like ivy to a long abandoned, yet regal building, like a child to their mother. Vox was incredibly touch and attention starved, you spending all the hours in a day with him still isn't enough to satiate and heal the old wounds left behind from your friend, his mortal enemy, Alastor.
Tea time with Rosie and Alastor was always splendid, chatting about what's been going on in your lives in the past fortnight since you saw each other last, delectable flaky pastries, and of course tea which always seemed to warm you down to your core. It was a breath of fresh air whenever you had these meetings, the stress of being in the Vee’s section of the city long gone as you're in the comforting aura of Rosie's Emporium.
Sometimes it shocked you with how revered the two overlords which sat around you were, they were consistently a delight to be around, how anyone could get on their bad side was shocking.. Well besides your lover, Vox.
Satan knows how many times you've heard that story from both parties.
But you weren't stupid, you knew Vox had eyes everywhere around the city, Rosie's Emporium was no exception. It was a sixth sense being able to feel his gaze upon you. You were unsure if Vox knew that you knew, but you didn't care. Vox knew you were safe, and you knew he was, too. It's all swell in your mind.
But all is well, you assure Vox of that constantly, relaying all the tea spilt over the course of your meetings to him, even if it's something as mundane as Vaggie's failure to create the hotel’s advertisement.
In a way, it gave peace of mind towards Vox, giving him a semblance of what his friendship with Alastor used to be like.
You hoped one day you could be a quartet rather than a trio, but you knew those days were far.
#hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel x reader#hh x reader#vox#hazbin hotel vox#hh vox#vox x reader#vox x you#vox x yn#blitzor0de0
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Freedom, truth, justice, reasonably priced love, and a hard boiled egg. Edit: From Discworld Emporium (I'm nowhere near creative enough to make this!)
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For folks that ever want a whimsical Nevermoor-esque family-friendly movie, watch Mr Magorium’s Wonder Emporium. It’s a movie from my childhood that I swear must have some sort of influence on the series. The premise is basically if the Deucalion was a toy store that had a Grand Sulk when the owner announces that he’s dying. There’s also a slight connection between music and imagination and creativity!
#need to ask jessica townsend abt it during a q&a someday ngl lol#nevermoor#nevermoor in the wild#non art#I miss 2000s fantasy / family films that were shot on film with minimal cgi and physical sets….. a lost art form 😔#sorry I left this in my drafts and then forgot to ever post it
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I do want some tumblr merch, but do you ship to europe? Or are the shipping costs too high?
The Emporium ships all over the world (we've shipped to over 53 different countries so far). Shipping costs are tricky. If you're ordering a $5 patch, it might not make much sense as the shipping would be more than the item. But it's when you order multiple things that the magic happens.
If you ship 1 thing or 10 the cost is basically the same. So while it seems high when you aren't ordering much, it makes much more sense with larger orders.
Ask your friends, neighbors, bosses, pets, ex-girlfriends or delivery drivers if they want to go in on a tumblr group order. If you split the shipping costs a few ways it will be practically nothing.
The dream is to build the merch business up enough to justify investing in a few different fulfillment centers around the world but until then we'll just have to get creative :) .
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Fun timelapse showing some different permutations of Rust Town
#youtube#tabletop wargaming#wargaming#wargamingterrain#fantasybattle#tabletop terrain#tabletop skirmish#fantasywargaming#timelapse#wargaming setup#rusttown#rust town#creative emporium
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Writing fanfiction like you're trying to haggle prices with the punctuation vendor "okay, if I get rid of the comma here am I allowed to put it here? what if i get rid of this period and put a semicolon instead? c'mon work with me here 😭"
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the light outside my apartment here started flickering. each time it turns on, it makes a clicking noise that reminds me of one of those clickers used to train dogs. the light reminds me of the bulbs in the hospital, always flickering a few times when they're just turned on, accompanied by a humming sound that drives me crazy.
i've made myself a hiding spot in the spare room. pulled the mattress down beneath the bed, put a spare blanket up on the frame. it's become my saving grace this week.
i ran out of tortillas yesterday. i thought about doordashing some, so i could make more quesadillas, but decided against it. the fee alone was nearly a third of what i would've gotten. it didn't seem worth it to me.
i've had more panic attacks this week than i have in two years. something about trauma, and triggers, and vulnerability. it was just a five letter word, but it's a wound that hasn't healed over yet.
i think about falling in love with life. i think about what it means to be alive. i think about what makes it worth living. i'm not sure i've found the answer.
i woke up two nights ago, at 04:17, my body telling me it's time to be awake. i walked through the living room, the blue lights from the building next to me lighting up the space. and there, through the window, was a star. at least i think it was a star.
i thought about staying awake, then, and starting work under its light. i decided against it.
insert something here about summer, and nights ending late and mornings starting early, and the exhaustion never really going away no matter how much you sleep.
#reagan's emporium of thoughts#poetry#web weaving#spilled ink#night#stars#summer#writeblr#creative writing
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Obsessed with an OC? Full to the brim with brainrot you don't know how to deal with? Enduring the agonies over an under-appreciated an unromanceable canon character? Look no further than The Skeleton Prior's OC x Canon Emporium, where the fic writes itself...
You just have to hire a dead guy.
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If you're looking for a longer work, feel free shoot me an email at [email protected] and we'll chat. Words are what I do.
Familiar Fandoms: Baldur's Gate 3, D&D, Dragon Age, The Elder Scrolls (most familiar before The Elder Scrolls Online), JJK, The Locked Tomb, Fate/Grand Order, Demon Slayer, Castlevania, Arcane
Niche Fandoms: Alchemy of Souls, Jupiter Ascending, Claymore, Til the End of the Moon, Pacific Rim
Don't see your fandom on the list? Shoot me a message! This list is far from exhaustive. My interests are pretty broad, and I'm always looking for something new to love. Honestly if I can get through all of it in a matter of days, I'll probably check it out, so don't be shy.
I don't accept graphic NSFW requests, non-con, or underage. If in doubt, just check in with me first. If it's not my jive, I'll simply tell you no, and we'll both go on enjoying our freaky little lives.
Questions? You can reach me at [email protected].
#bg3#bg3 tav#my oc#original characters#oc x canon#The Prior's Commissions#I'm still doing Tav Tales but I thought I should broaden my horizons a bit
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Clarity tagged me and I haven't done this in a while.
RULES: look back on your work, both past and present, finished and unfinished. what are five to ten narrative elements or tropes that continuously pop up in your work?
Here are some things I don't think I've said yet!
Dimensions/portals (Train Story, Dimension Story, Portal Story, Ghost Story, Void Story, Thief Story)
Just Some Guy aka fell into the plot (Summon Story, Emporium Story, Guild Story, Space Story, Ghost Story, City Story)
It's the real world except I won't admit that it is (Youth Story, City Story, Summer Story, Death Story, Apocalypse Story)
No plot, just vibes aka there IS a story, but it's lowkey (Youth Story, Train Story, Thief Story, Anxiety Story, Death Story, Summer Story, Magick Story)
Worldbuilding required to achieve next level (draft) (Rain Story, Guild Story, Mercenary Story, Summon Story)
@ambiguouspuzuma @midnight-and-his-melodiverse @sleepy-night-child @incandescent-creativity @thetruearchmagos or anybody!
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