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maryoliverdotcom · 11 months

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A Shade Darker Than Red: Chapter 1

I was young and the sky was on fire.

I stood on top of the slide, balancing precariously on the edge of the steel plate. One more step and I would come sliding down. I knelt to the ground, my knees almost burning up at the touch of the steel-laden mount.

I let go of the railing and giggled as the slide took me wherever it wanted to, this time, into Papa’s arms—except it didn’t. Wait, what was happening again?

Everything came back to me as I tumbled to the ground, a gash appearing on my left knee. Oh, right. Papa had gone, and the colour had gone with him.

Blood spilled over the sides and I brushed it off with my thumb. It was red—and I was mesmerised. Wasn’t red such a beautiful colour?

It didn’t hurt, really. Not more than the gaping hole in my chest, one that mimicked my face as I realised it was not Papa’s arms I had fallen into, but the branches of a recently-felled tree—one that I didn’t know the name of. One that Papa had said he would tell me about.

I felt horrible for thinking of him all the time.

I didn’t know why. I didn’t know why a lot of things happened. Like, why was everything red? It felt like looking out of tinted glasses, like that time when I was three, with glass lodged in my throat. Why was everything on fire? Because it’s the sunset, Maa had said.

But didn’t Papa say it’s because the sky hates me and the fire is simply taking its time to burn me?

I was five, and the sky was on fire, but it wasn’t supposed to be.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a girl, not much older than me, running towards the slide, right where I sat, cradling my knee. I blinked away the tears in my eyes.

New friend, went my five-year-old brain.

“Hi,” I said, as the girl scrutinised my wound.

At my simple greeting, she looked at me like I was the stupidest thing she’d ever seen. I had raised my hand to wave at her, but it dropped of its own accord when she kissed the wound, warm lips on cold skin. Why did everything stop being red?

“Mumma does that when I get hurt,” she explained. “She also said she’ll give you Savlon.”

She gestured towards a woman walking towards us with a grin on her face and a bottle of Savlon in her hand.

“Hello, beta,” she said, kneeling and taking my leg in her hands. “Fell off the slide?”

I nodded. The red had engulfed the corner of my eyes, and it was spreading again.

“Is your mumma here?”

I shook my head. “Office.”

She considered it for a moment. “Tell her I gave you Savlon, okay, beta? My name is Sudha auntie. I live down the block with Parvati. Say hi, Parvati.”

The little girl, apparently called Parvati, grinned at me. “Hi,” she said, her crooked canines showing. She looked like she was Princess Jasmine.

I nodded as Sudha auntie smeared the medicine all over my gash. Maa would freak out when she’d come home. More red.

I glanced at my newfound friend. “Parvati,” I said, rolling the word on my tongue. It sits perfectly in the crevice of my throat, like I was born to speak it. “Paro.” A little bit of colour, now.

Paro smiled.

The sky was on fire and I was five years old.

@the-unhinged-fanwinggg @manujanolavu @alhad-si-simran @nirmohi-premika @vellibandi @trashmeowcan @avani-amulya @chanda-chamke-cham-cham if you want to be tagged or removed from the taglist, please let me know<3

this is my first fic so um, please be kind? constructive criticism is appreciated, though<3

tsoa references if you squint

#a shade darker than red chapter 1 #gaylord writes

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manwhoredennis · 11 months

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something something mac and dennis at a gay club

#nobody say shit about the paper i'm supposed to be writing #i'm begging you #hgdhjsagdf yeah idk i just wanted to give these gaylords some fresh slutty fits #iasip art #iasip #dennis reynolds #iasip fanart #macdennis #mac macdonald #dennis reynolds fanart #it's always sunny in philadelphia #mac mcdonald fanart

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yagynaseni · 8 months

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DUDE THAT MAHARANI POST IS ABOUT A SERIES I'M CURRENTLY WRITING YOU JUSY GAVE ME AN AMAZING IDEA ILY

WAIT WHAAATTTTT YOU. ARE. WRITING. A. SERIES.?!?! WHAT- IM STALKING YOUR ACC PLS DONT MIND ME

#also im a fangirl #if i get ideas ill come to scream in yo inbox okay?#i have ideas but im a dummy when it comes to words #gaylord makes my head spin with their writing

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themanwhomaygobydan · 1 year

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I was walking to my house in the suburbs, ready to greet my wife and kids with my fedora, suit, coat, and shoes the color of a distinct brown leather when I see from the corner of my eye a group of youths approaching me. I knew to be calm, younglings like them were at the time of their lives where they love and crave attention and just did things to get reactions out of people. One of the boys had approached me, in his ragged clothes. With a smile on his face he asked me "Hello sir, have you watched Gaylords Say No?" I had not, so I replied without better judgement "No." the youths burst into laughter as I had realized what I just said. They had emasculated me with clever wordplay and had subsequently made this an attack on my heterosexuality. I sunk my head in shame and walked to my home, the suitcase on my left arm feeling heavier than my entire house, hoping everyone involved would forget this as the laughter of the boys filled my ears.

#gaylords #say #no #humor #writing #shame #bad wordplay

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inverttheory · 2 years

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feels a kinship with the american midwest .i dunno much about it but in my mind it's like the american equivalent of the prairies .

#and you know i'm a prairie girl first and foremost . we live and die in cowboy country etc #when i wrote that short story for crewri last semester i set it in iowa to thinly veil that it was a story about me .#girls who only know how to write about themselves make some noise #just kidding .#i can write about other stuff .#but not as well .#lol #okay sorry i'm posting on tumblr to avoid finishing this gaylord project .

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rehfan · 1 month

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*opens calculator app* 😂 Wait so you were nearly the same age as the kids in Stranger Things in the RL 1980s? I'm so curious, do you have any pet peeves or things you chuckle about when it comes to the younger generation writing about experiences they've never had? Example, I'm in my early 30s so it's funny to me when I can clearly tell someone is currently in their early 20s by the way they write conversing on a landline phone. Like, not judging anyone or their writing. But it's amusing to be able to tell they grew up with mobile phones and wifi as the norm and I am really curious if you have that about the way my or any other younger generation writes certain things.

I was nearly the same age as the Party, yes. In 1986 I was actually 12 - which puts me in 7th grade/beginning of 8th - so I was more Erica’s age.

I had a Trapper Keeper. (Several actually.) I had leg warmers (red - given to me as a present) but I only wore them once because they felt stupid. My VERY FIRST CRUSH was on a senior student the next year (our school was a Jr/Sr High School so everyone from grades 7-12 were all in one building) and he looked JUST LIKE EDDIE. Not exaggerating. So when I saw the beginning of Season 4… I kind of lost my mind a little.

My “Eddie”:

When I finally got to high school (1988-89) I looked just like Eddie. Denim jacket with the buttons and pins, wild curly brown hair, all that.

I’m the chick circled in red talking with my friends:

So when I read fic written by younger people, I do tend to fact check them in my head. For instance: CDs were not a widespread thing until the 90’s y’all. (Google is your friend.) And most people of means had a set of encyclopedia in their homes, but they tended to only buy ONE set. Once outdated, there was no replacing them because they were EXPENSIVE. So going to the library for research was a thing. A BIG thing. There was no internet, of course, so that’s all we had. That, and our parents and teachers. That’s all we had to go for information about EVERYTHING — including sex.

Remember too: this is also 1986 and that’s the beginning of the height of the HIV/AIDS crisis. Gay men were dying in droves. No one knew the cause, but most figured that if it was relegated to only the gay male community then… *collective society shrug*. The insidious illness also added to the intended insult of being called “gay” or a “gaylord” at that time. Effeminate males were ostracized, treated as “other”, and even beaten and killed. It was dangerous to be Out - but it was also dangerous to exist. It was (for the most part, and to my limited understanding) a hidden-away hookup culture by necessity with an even darker underbelly because having sex could be a death sentence. Most all the Steddie stuff I’ve read set in that time tends to ignore these undertones - including homosexual characters practicing unprotected sex.

But if a writer is only smut-focused when writing their fic, I can see why that choice was made.

And even the Duffers kinda fucked up. In Season 4 Ep 1, the song that played (“Do You Want To Play”) when Dustin and Mike are tearing around the school looking for an extra to fill in for Lucas for D&D, that song (by Extreme) didn’t come out until 1988. I know - I owned that album. On cassette tape. Bought it when it came out.

So all in all, no one’s perfect and all these stories are based around a small town experiencing supernatural craziness, so I’m willing to give it all a pass.

Go write your fic, kids. And if you want An Old to 80’s-pick your fic, my ask is always open.

#fanfic #writing #personal #fandom #stranger things #eddie munson #joe quinn #joseph quinn #joe keery #steve harrington #steddie

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pluralthey · 8 months

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is there a good place to start if we want to learn about idletry? im very interested in the story and all the bits and pieces revealed so far but i dont know if youve like, stated the basics both about the characters-in-story and how you’re releasing the comic

hi there. unfortunately, idletry became a passion project very abruptly and many details were added very quickly without regard for how long the project would take. once i did realize how large the project was, i decided that i would not even kid myself on the idea of holding in spoilers for the next 5 years, and those two factors combined make the information available very chaotic and slapdash -- somewhat intentionally.

i don't even have the comics tagged separately for easier access among the idletry content -- although, i could go back and give them a separate tag.

i can summarize the story and say that it's about a funny little talking honey badger/tasmanian devil named jessie gaylord who has for the last 10 years of her life been on heavy psychiatric medication in an attempt to mitigate a pervasive delusion that the world is a fictional story. she also has a notorious aggressive streak. these medications work primarily by leaving her so tired that she sleeps most of the time.

the story begins when her medical team has run out of typical medications to try, and they must order an older, more aggressive type of drug which is not commonly used anymore, and has a lengthier process to manufacturing and approving the drug. during this time, she is not on any medication, and she becomes more urgently fixated on convincing people that the delusion is true.

she ends up attempting to contact the writer, who is referred to as God, and she receives a response. she immediately attempts to write the story herself, and she's granted the ability to do anything within the story so long as she can write it out. (the intricacies and limitations of this power have been elaborated upon in a bunch of fragmentary posts, so i won't try to condense it here)

at the end of the first act, she kills the first writer and becomes the new God of her world. the rest of the story is about what she does after acquiring omnipotence, and it heavily features a character named fate -- or shiloh, as jessie calls her -- with whom she enters an intimate relationship.

she has a happy loving family composed of a father named adam, a mother named evelyn, and an older sister named emily. there is a later minor subplot about a cult following who worships her after she becomes God, and this cult is initially organized by an ant called samanthuel -- or samwich, as jessie calls them. these are usually the other characters i mention and i am too lazy to link them right now

the comic itself is currently being written. the script stands at around 51,000 words at the time of writing this as i work on the second act. after it's written, i will let it simmer for a few months and then write a second draft to start to relieve the story of its bloat. depending on its length at that point, i will either need to write a third draft, or i will start drawing the comic.

chances are, during the second draft, i will start to thumbnail or sketch scenes which receive little to no editing, as i know they will likely remain relatively unchanged even through multiple drafts.

the sketch strips are to tide me and an eager audience over in the meantime, but they've sort of dried up as i focus all of my attention on finishing the first draft and taking care of a puppy that was kind of just forced onto me.

i've made a couple of full-length comics before and they have taken years. it is, unfortunately, just the nature of the process. for idletry, i plan to self-publish the comic. i've never published something in print before, so that is the most daunting part for me.

the plan at the moment is to crowdfund this, but, to be frank with you, i no longer pay rent, and i care very much about having this comic as a printed book. i have no issue with paying the cost of printing out of my own pocket by the time it's done and am even anticipating that outcome ahead of time, despite having a pretty reliable audience by now.

i'm on the fence about releasing a digital book version, as i very much want to retain digital color versions of the pages that are more vibrant, but due to the explicit adult content of the story, i don't want it to be free-access.

tl;dr: it's about a lesbian incel with anger issues who's given omnipotence.

i'm still working on the story because i want it to be good.

i'm planning on printing it as a physical comic book once it's done.

#idletry #not art #ask #asks #as a frame of reference your average actual words-on-paper novel is 60k words

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factual-fantasy · 4 months

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26 ASKSKSS💖✨💖✨💖

@lathan-chillyfilm

The other Power-ups work differently to the Fire/Ice flowers..

Any power-ups that transform the bros bodies usually expend energy by just keeping them transformed. And even if the bros don't actively use that power, it'll eventually just drain itself away.

For example, the super shroom. Making Mario grow big and keeping him big consumes power. If he ate a super shroom and just stood there, eventually he would shrink back to normal. Running around. jumping, punching, that activity would make it drain faster though.

Same goes for the Super bell, mini mushroom, mega mushroom, super leaf, double cherry,,, etc. Just keeping the bros transformed consumes power. The fire/ice flowers don't transform the bros though. Mario and Luigi's bodies stay the same, they just become outlets to expel the flowers power. And if they don't use it.. well.. its gonna stay stored up in their bodies. And eventually freeze/burn them to death..

The only odd case when it comes to Power-ups is the 1-Up mushroom. It stores itself in the host's body, and doesn't effect the host or release its power unless it needs too. Mario could touch a 1-Up, and then 15 years later he dies and that's when the 1-Up will release its power. All though those 15 years Mario would have had 0 side effects from having it in his body. Its as if it didn't exist at all..

Its always possible I'll return to them! :00 As we've seen XDD

Hmm,, I haven't really thought too much about them other than the stuff I already talked about in the OG post..

But I was thinking that the imp species could have all these wacky and bizarre shapes at the end of their tails that dont really make sense..? Jevil's tail being this odd T/Y shape is actually rather bland/common. But other than that,, I cant really think of any other developments to their species <:/ Sorry! Thank you for taking interest though! :DD

@mason-gaylord

:DD thank you! I wish the same for you! :]]]

Oh man.. scary is what it looks like.

I can see them all just living on the octopod. Traveling around the ocean in hopes of finding livable waters. All grieving over the loss of their families.. I cant imagine the pain they'd suffer, the hardships they'd face.. and what they'd have to do to survive..

@kaiserdarken

Freddy is his best fweind <:'}

@the-cactus-taco

I have not played it actually.. is it any good? :0 Those Mallow and Geno characters sound neat! :)

(Also there was an OG one??)

Oof, my Gravity Falls era? What an unfortunate time to find me-

None the less I'm happy you stuck around! :DD It means the world to me, thank you so much!! 💖💖

XD I REALLY AM EVERYWHERE-

@rubydraft

WAAAAHHDGGB THANK YOU MUCHCH!!!!! 💖💖😭✨💖😭💖💖

Thank you so much! I'm flattered to hear it! :DD

Grillby did.. :(

@tallchest13-blog

DUUUUDE I HAVE A BIG SWORD TOO!! WE COULD BE BIG SWORD BUDDIES!! >>:0000✨⚔✨

:DD Well thank YOU for leaving me a kind comment! Very much appreciated! :}} 💖

If any of the three Octodads were to experience a hallucination, it would probably be either Natquik or Calico Jack. But since I'm going through a re-write of Natquik's backstory and I don't actually know how traumatizing his re-write will be... I'm gonna say that Calico Jack is most likely to have one.

Although I'm not sure what would cause it.. mayyybe an encounter with a creature in the everglades could remind him of a traumatizing experience he had..? And that panic could result in hallucinations? I actually know very little about how hallucinations work so its hard to say what would exactly trigger one to occur.. <:(

I have plans for them to encounter a lot of Kwazii's monsters in someway. :0

Wow, only my second? Man. I feel like I've done more style updates/redesigns than that. <XD I guess its only two-

(Also I'm glad you like them! :DD Thank you! )

@tanileaf

XD I'm glad you like them and the Queen! Thank you so much! :}}

@pinkbomb08

Well thank YOU for sticking around and sending me a nice message! Merry Christmas and a happy new year to you as well! :}}}

@kautar-21

MERRY LATE CHRISTMAS! :DDD Thank you so much! :}}

Also sorry, I don't take requests! But you just reminded me that I should probably go buy that book-

@flutehammer

Oooo that's interesting :0 I imagine that Barnacles would look like one of the Freddy's. As for the others I'm not sure! :o I know there was a FNAF fan game that had a cat and penguin animatronic though. Five nights at candy's was it.?

(Also thank you! Same to you! :D )

I don't know if its necessarily pain..? More like.. a panic attack maybe?

When they're separated, their systems are flooded with commands to seek out the other. And if they cant find th.em or reach them? Well.. those commands will get overwhelming.

But that doesn't mean that you cant do maintenance on them. My idea was that there's a simple procedure where you take both of them to parts and service, put one aside and put one on the work bench.. and then shut them both down at the same time. Then when the work is done, reactivate both of them and return them to their room. Easy!

As for why they designed them like this? The main idea I had was that having this A.I. meant that they would naturally follow each other around in a way that seemed natural. Fazbear entertainment really wanted their animatronics to seem life like, but they also don't want Fred and Spring to ever separate. They want them to always be in the same room for photo shoots and meet and greets.

This A.I. means that if Spring is talking to a guest and a kid tried to lead Fred by the hand to another room.. Fred would stop at the doorway and redirect himself and the kid back into the room. "Lets play here instead!" "My friends Spring Bonnie is here, lets play here instead!" Meanwhile Springs conversation remains uninterrupted. This in turn makes them seem more life like and also prevents them from seperating.

Its not very strong reasoning but its all I've got to be honest <XDD

Also as for Spring loosing Fred..? It would be impossible for him to function without Fred. If they scrapped one, they'd have to scrap the other..

Oh! No no, not Horrortale Papyrus. This Papyrus is one I made myself! :00

Do you mean help wanted 2? :0 If so I'm not sure yet.. I'm watching Markiplier's playthrough and he hasn't finished the game yet..

Also Sun is still the same old Sun as far as I've seen.. He's not my favorite animatronic personality wise.. <XD But I guess he's alright

@hexyz09

XD tbh with how insane the FNAF lore is getting now? I wouldn't be fazed if they came out with a storyline about falling into a different world through a closet-

@beryl-shade

I've made a couple doodles/drawings of Caine and he doesn't have the wind up hat thing.. But now that you mention it, that kind'a sound like this gals version of Caine :00

#my response #fnaf security breach #super mario bros #undertale #deltarune #seam and jevil #seam deltarune #jevil #octonauts #octodads

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bitbrumal · 5 months

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BLOG REOPENING

hewwo hewwo fellas & fuckos. winks with both eyes. i'm possibly going to slide in around here throughout the holiday season bc the writing itch be itching, so i'll provide an update on the muse list & the dynamics / threads i'd like to keep ( if y'all are also down ) from before my break.

if you would like this post if you're ( still / again / whatever ) interested in writing with me, i'd really appreciate it ! it'd let me know where to get started again ❤ i'm mainly looking for threads over meme replies, although the threads don't have to be lengthy or involved per se. inbox things just aren't doing it for me.

MUSES

UNDER RECONSIDERATION : KHIONIYA / TSARITSA ( open to all )

I wanna keep her, but I've gotta rewrite her. I've been going on pure wishfulfilment MommyTM vibes, but we need a bit more canon accuracy lmfao. Goddess/Archon of Love, yes, but I ought not ignore that she has become like a reversed tarot card :joy:

SCRAPPED : ALHAITHAM

I should be feeling this criminally autistic nerd, but I'm not. Maybe I will some day. I'm leaving him be for right now.

SCRAPPED : CAPITANO

't isn't happening. i'm not... doing what i wanna be doing with him & i also don't care so fwhoop that one's going.

ADDED : WRIOTHESLEY

No-one's surprised. Daddy came home with the milk the moment I called for him, & uh. As soon as I actually fucking play the Fontaine quests I'm sure I'll pick him up. ( I accidentally spoilered myself on his tragicTM backstory & on god this man is a king. ) ( If I fall sideways into neuvilette instead nobody laugh at me. )

KEPT : DOTTORE ( semi-selectively open to all - he's picky & that limits my options ) REGRATOR ( for select fatui threads unless smth Happens ) TARTAGLIA ( open to all ) KAEYA ( open to all ) DILUC ( open to all )

THREADS & DYNAMICS

Obviously I understand if we're not on the same page about carrying on where we left off, no hard feelings. We can start over, pick something new, slap new muses together, or do nothing it all. Issal GucciTM.

LIKE I NEVER LEFT LOL :

I'd love to pick back up where I left off with @galactia, on any & all muses, their dynamics, & also threads c:

The same goes for @bunnyshot, although I see you haven't been online in ages! Regardless, if we're ever on the timeline at the same time again you know I am down to clown. This includes your other muses.

@torrentide HOMIE. HOMIE. HOMIE. HOME BREWSKI. i am down for everything from before & more, idc what.

If @greedbent is still down to clown, I'd love to carry on with what we were brainstorming in the DMs.

Same to you, @howthesleeplesswander!! I see you writing in another fandom on the dash atm, so I get it if you're not in the vibes for what we were brainstorming in the DMs, but I'm still hype to write with you if the mood strikes you. Lmk if you're down :thumbsup: ❤

@xiielians You know idek wtf you're doing right now bc much as the dramatic chinese gaylords captivate me, I haven't indulged in the fandom + I'm waiting patiently on that novel of yours with eyes peeled—but if you wanna play with anything ( whether I know the fandom/char or not ), I'm sure I'll be game!!

@ncrthlandbank I'd love to continue what we were doing with vlad & alyos ❤ if you're down! The thread where regrator terrorizes vlad is one of my alltime faves & still lives rent-free in my head :weary: it's the only time i did him any type of justice & your no-longer-non-playable-characters are awesome.

REBOOT :

Here go all of my moots with who i never fully settled anything ( dynamic / muse / thread-wise ), but was vaguely interacting with on the dash here & there... I am down to clown with all of you, I'd love to start something be it serious or silly. Whether you wanna continue vaguely doing things here & there or you wanna plot something out, idgaf I am so down to clown i am . the whole circus. vamos lmao.

#ooc ✦ we don't leave room for jesus.#makes eyes at the dash hella aggressively #if you'd like this to lmk ur down to clown i'd appreciate it !

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bonnieisaway · 3 months

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i need i need someone to write a fic or SOMETHING about the ten minutes between in season 3 when thirteen held the medicine out to seven and said "take them off," and then in the next scene he's in his casual clothes. and i don't mean anything smutty or anything. i don't think that'd fit there. i just mean if i don't even get to mildly grasp the raw romantic tension fuck it the raw tension PERIOD during that i am going to fucking DIE. i'm going to explode okay? you can't tell me that these two gaylords, already sufficently down the fuck bad enough for eachother, okay, didn't either have the most tender and/or raw tension filled moment while thirteen bandaged

THIS PART OF HIS FUCKING BODY

THIS SCENE STARTS ONLY WHEN HE'S PUTTING HIS CLOTHES BACK ON BECAUSE THE DIRECTORS HATE ME PERSONALLY.

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maryoliverdotcom · 8 months

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Virah—Chapter 2

“The Padshah Begum-ji wishes to hear you sing,” a tall, sunburnt man finally announced. “You may enter. Guards, remove your spears—stand at ease.” The guards let their spears fall to their sides, a stoic expression coating their faces.

Qameer drew in a shaky breath. Om namah Shivay, om namah Shivay, om namah Shivay. Victory to Lord Shiva. Cautiously, she stepped into the durbar. She had originally planned to walk in long, sure strides, but right now, she could only focus on not collapsing onto the carpet.

The Padshah Begum was nowhere to be seen. Qameer almost let her shoulders relax—here, take note of the word almost. The relief was gone as quick as its arrival when she caught sight of the courtiers seated on both sides of the carpet, passionate, lustful eyes boring deep into her skull. A man leaned over and whispered something in his friend’s ear.

Qameer rolled her eyes.

Without warning, a trumpet sounded thrice, followed by a conch. The courtiers stood up, and so did Qameer. She steeled her heart, her grip on the scroll of poetry tightening with each passing second. Om namah Shivay, om namah Shivay, om namah Shivay.

Qameer set her jaw as the Begum entered, her previous nervousness forgotten. There is no place for fear in a poet’s mind. Only truth, and truth only.

Om namah Shivay.

x—x

“Remove the veil,” a sharp voice cut through the silence. “There will be no need for it.”

“But Begum-ji, a woman—”

Her Majesty raised her hand, cutting him off. “I am Padshah Begum. There will be no further discussion regarding this matter.” She raised her chin, looking down at him. “Remove the veil.”

The man’s face remained unchanged as he lifted the purdah in one, swift motion. “Jo agya, Padshah Begum-ji.”

A pause, and then the familiar sounds of the trumpet, followed by the conch. The Begum walked into the durbar, brisk footsteps echoing throughout the room. She took a seat on the Peacock Throne and raised a hand, at which the courtiers sat down. Qameer followed suit, mistrustful of the strength of her knees.

“Mehfil shuru ki jaaye,” the Begum declared, catching Qameer's eye. Her voice was rich and deep, exactly how Qameer had thought a queen’s voice to be. The courtiers briefly paused their daily gossip, turning to look at Qameer with both boredom and amusement.

Qameer swallowed what seemed like bile. Om namah Shivay, om namah Shivay, om namah Shivay.

Maa’s face flashed in her mind. There is no place for fear in a poet’s heart.

Baba, reading her Rumi’s poetry. Only truth, and truth only.

Ma, teaching her how to write. Om namah Shivay.

Hafiz. Om namah Shivay.

Rudaki. Om namah Shivay.

Qameer drew in a deep breath, closing her eyes. She would have no need for the scroll.

“Ae ri sakhi…”

Not a single courtier dared speak as Qameer’s voice cut through the silence of the durbar. “Ae ri sakhi, mai anga anga aaj rang daal du, apne jee se prem rang kaise mai utaar du?”

The Begum’s eyes were fixated on Qameer—her eyes lined with kajal, a bindi placed right between her eyebrows on dark skin. The scroll of poetry dangling loosely from her fingers as she sang, her raised hand and furrowed eyebrows. Her eyes kept returning to her lips, which almost seemed to bend the air to her will. “Ae ri sakhi…”

“Tere bina kahi bhi na vyaakul mann laage—” thunder rumbled lowly in the sky— “birhan sur taal saaj, aaj tere aage…”

Qameer’s voice rivaled that of the thunder, reverberating throughout the durbar as the sky tried to match her poetry with a low rumble. “Nainan ko chain nahin, raina raina jaage—” Qameer opened her eyes briefly. A slight smile tugged at the corners of her lips, as if challenging the raging sky. “Ek pal mai toot jaaye saas ke yeh dhaage—” a flash of lightning streaked across the sky, casting a brilliant glow on Qameer for a split second— “tu jo mooh pher sakhi, deha-praan tyaage…”

The rain kept pounding onto the streets of Aurangabaad, and Qameer kept singing. “Pal bhar tu dekh mujhe, zindagi guzaar du—”

The Begum found herself closing her eyes as she leaned back into her throne. “Ae ri sakhi…”

“Meri sakhi, mai anga anga aaj rang daal du—apne jee se prem rang kaise mai utaar du?”

Qameer’s hand slowly dropped to her side as she drew in a shaky breath, her voice accompanied by the music of thunder. “Ae ri sakhi…”

Om namah Shivay. “Ae ri sakhi…”

A crash of lightning, rattling the window.

Om namah Shivay. “Ae ri sakhi…”

A low hum. The windowpane had cracked.

Om namah Shivay.

A flash of lightning, enveloping her body. She opened her eyes.

The Begum was standing, a small smile playing on her lips as she clapped, slowly, and the entirety of the durbar joined in. The servants rushed towards the windowpane.

Qameer raised her hand in aadaab.

The Begum smiled. “Tasleem.”

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the poetry is inspired by (basically copy-pasted from) the song virah from bandish bandits :)

thank you shre didi @raat-baaki for helping with the dialogue! <3

#virah chapter 2 #gaylord writes #i'm so scared omg. currently going through writer's block i'm so sorry

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a-sneaky-bagginses · 21 days

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Did you ever call your teachers by their first name? If you work in education, do you let the students call you by your first name?

The nibblings were discussing what students would call me if I was a teacher yesterday and it reminded me. When I used to be a substitute I never bothered to introduce myself or write my name on the board, literally just never thought of it. One class I had a girl raise her hand and ask what my name was so I automatically gave her my first name and after a few seconds added my last. There was dead silence in the 8th grade classroom for a good 30 seconds to a minute before she burst out with "we can call you by your first name!?" I was like yeah sure. You would probably not believe how absolutely excited this made the students, I heard my name more times over that class period than I hear it in a year lol. The next school year I was at the high school and hear my name and turn around and it's the girl from that class and she yells Hi then turns to her friends see I told you I wasn't lying!

*Asks are for fun, no pressure to answer quickly or at all.*

That's so funny xD The first name teachers are always the cool ones! Sadly, I never got the cool ones. I did have this one physics teacher who no one knew the first name of because for some reason and because we were teenagers and menaces we pestered him about it. He told us if we all got above a C he'd tell us at the end of the year (even though we'd try to guess it, like every day). Turns out his name was Godfrey (all year everyone was hoping for Gaylord, we were sorely disappointed)

#asks #non fandom

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vitalconviction · 4 months

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genesis for the ask meme :3

Sexuality Headcanon:

gay queer generally unlabelled, to the shock of no one who actually knows him personally but more shocking to people who only hear him out of context speaking in what's essentially gayer riddles than the riddler himself has put out

Gender Headcanon:

honestly, i like him being either ftm or just generally male adjacent with more masculine inclinations, he finds power in the manipulation of the imagery of what a 'man' is and so he runs with it. im personally flexible with this so im applying that back onto genesis as someone flexible with something like gender. this dude spends his time dissecting a centuries old unfinished text writing dissertations on it, he could without a doubt dissect the notions of gender along the way because of how gender is something potent in literature and poetry--linking it back to what it means to be a hero in a story about a female goddess where the modern depiction of heros is abundantly male

A ship I have with said character:

sephesis, strifesodos, valenstrifesodos, gentseng, genvin, GSC + Vincent too, if I feel like he's too lonely and start MISSING MY BOY!

I think he's almost versatile in how he could theorhetically romance anyone, but it's himself who stands in the way of that. If anyone could actually make him get out his own way, even if just a slight moment, I think these are the people who could.

A BROTP I have with said character:

gengeal, angenesis -- They're literally like. they fufill a brother dynamic to me. That's what I mean by broship. Of course people have made the (increasingly likely) argument that they actually are brothers on a semi-real-world-impossible scale, but I don't even care about the biology. Truly and fully they have such a strange dysfunctional relationship that is founded on both love and a resentment on some level. It's really strange and provoking. I think their bond is something like siblings raised to go against each other but despite everything still try to love one another. Of course an added romantic element would further complicate this and I fucking love interpersonal strife and drama so I'm not completely turning away from the idea of it, but it isn't my favourite ship inclination. I also love the idea of them horrifyingly finding out they're somewhere like 0.7% related to each other in some way but that's just my personal LOL session fuel (holdover from being in the dc fandom half my life and adoring all the batships HAHAHA)

A NOTP I have with said character:

eeh sometimes gengeal? Otherwise, mostly cis women characters because I just. I can't see him going for a non gender queer or GNC person, he is baked in queerness and so are his tastes! cant take the gay out of the gaylord LOL

A random headcanon:

His birthday has to be on a new years celebration day or start of a season change for me! For example, he could be born January 1st, literally a genesis i.e. start of the new year! That or he's born March 21 as the start of spring and the start of a new season.

I also like to use Tibetan influences in his crafting, reasoning being Banora is partially inspired by Tibet with the fruit and all, alongside Ryukyuan (Gackt W for once) + Minnan :D

Also, as for the aforementioned ships, he's very inclined towards neurodivergent people as well clearly LOL all his love interests are so off the walls non-neurotypicals it makes my heart sing and swell with pride

General Opinion over said character:

This guy are sick!!!!!! His designs gorgeous and I love his motifs, I don't get why people don't like him other than just not liking such obviously autistic people in media LOL like he's always been so endearing to me! I won't ever stop defending this dude

#ff7 #genesis rhapsodos #ask meme #YAAAAY #lobe you hal for sending me an ask #im outing the anon #thats my guy right there #kisses him straight on the lips

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thesixthplaneteer · 7 months

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OC-tober day 2 - New OC

My newest character I'd call an OC is Ralph, the love interest and coterie-mate to my wife's character Khloe in the VTM game I'm STing for, The Poisoned Peach. Ralph is a spiced up self insert and has been a blast to play.

A factoid about him is his full name is Randolph Gaylord King IV. He's a thin blood but has the clan curse of his Nosferatu sire. My goal when playing him is to be the coolest and dorkiest guy in the room. I wanted to write something focused on just the boy but also wouldn't be any spoilers for my wife, so here is his embrace! I hope you enjoy!

The warm summer night air blew hard, causing him to stumble as he drunkenly tried to navigate a city he’d never been to before. Ralph took a deep breath and tried to focus on his phone which had directions to his hotel on it, but his head was swimming and his vision blurred. “Fuckin’ Marta ass,” He half slurred and grumbled out loud. “Last train at midnight ass.” He switched to his Instagram to check how posts from earlier in the night were doing.

There were several posts of him posing with other Instagram celebrities, nearly all he could not remember the names of. The more popular people he’d posed with got his own posts better hits, as he thought they would. Annoyingly, the pic he took of someone taking his prosthetic foot wasn’t doing well. It was an embarrassing situation he’d hoped to monetize but obviously it wasn’t as interesting as the barely concealed female presenting nipples in his other pictures.

He soon looked up and realized he had no idea where he was. “Fuuuuuuck.” He let out in frustration as he quickly looked back to his phone, pulling up the directions again... just to see that he’d overshot his hotel by over a mile somehow. “Fuck two electric boogaloo. Fuck it, I’ll Uber-loo.” Grumbling in resignation, he tried to find the app.

He opened his eyes after what felt like a long blink. His head throbbed and it felt like there was a knife twisting in his stomach. He choked on the smell of shit and piss that saturated the air. He blinked to clear his vision but the room was dark. His blood ran cold as the years of military training started to kick in. He kept silent and slowly felt around to get an idea of where he might be. His prosthetic was gone, there was a slimy substance on most surfaces, he could hear rats squeak and scurry. He prayed he was wrong, but he put the clues together and figured he was in the sewer.

Pulling himself up against the wall, he gripped at his stomach as the twisting pain persisted. Like an insane hunger he’d never experienced before. “The fuck!?” He mumbled as he felt a sharp stab suddenly in his belly, the source directly from his own fingers. He rubbed at their tips, and felt that his nails had become extended and pointed. “What the fuck!?” His heart started to pound in his chest, and he struggled to hold back panic.

He didn’t have much more time to his own thoughts, as suddenly a light flashed on. It wasn’t a particularly bright bulb, but in the pitch black of the room, it may as well have been the sun. He blinked rapidly to combat the trauma to his eyes and clear his vision. He couldn’t see anyone, but his fear of being in the sewer was confirmed.

“Who’s there?” He choked out. There appeared to be no one, but someone had to have turned the light on.

“Oh poor Randolph. So scared when not surrounded by your bimbos and himbos.” A voice like grinding stones said from seemingly nowhere.

Ralph spun and looked around. He saw no one, even the rats were silent now.

“What did you do to me!?” Ralph yelled out, feeling a white hot anger rise within him.

“I made you one of us! One of the normies. I ripped you down from your pristine pedestal and humbled you. Now you’ll know the same pain me and my brethren have felt all our lives!”

Ralph turned to now see a creature standing where there was nothing before. Dark, beady eyes peered out from beneath a hood. Its skin was mottled gray, its teeth crooked and jagged. Its wicked smile was so wide it seemed like his lips would split. It held a mirror in its hand and raised it above its own head to meet Ralph’s gaze.

A cold numbness went through Ralph's body as he saw what he knew was him, but refused to believe it. His eyes were black and amber, his nose upturned and bat-like. His hair was just wisps of what was. His skin was splotchy. His nails were black and grown out like claws.

The creature beyond his own reflection was smiling and speaking. Making grand hand gestures. But all Ralph could hear was the beating of his own heart in his ears. All he could feel was the desire to drain the creature dry. The thought of opening its throat and drinking from it like a fountain. Ralph’s eyes darted down to the floor as the creature spoke to him. He keyed in on a broken brick in the path between him and it. When the creature turned and its eyes were not on him, he made his move.

“You’re stricken, so stupid, you can’t even speak-”

The final words he heard as his body lurched forward. He leapt and pushed off the ground with his hands like a feral beast. The creature’s eyes and his own met before the first blow was struck. All of that confidence was gone. Fear was on its face, soon followed by brick. The first strike was hard and threw the creature off balance, the mirror it held falling and breaking on the concrete. It sputtered out something but Ralph was quick to keep pressing the advantage, slamming the brick into its face again, bringing it to the ground. It was like hitting a sand bag. The contact was solid but it was obviously not doing the amount of damage he expected. Still, he was unrelenting. He was on top of the creature before it could get up. It tried to throw him off, and was almost successful, the scrawny frame of the creature hid its strength well. Whether through pure rage or muscle, Ralph stayed on top and beat the creature until the brick crumbled to dust.

“Get him off me!” The creature cried out in panic.

Ralph didn’t take the time to register the cry for help. He started to go in with fists where the brick failed. But his arm was stopped, an iron grip on his wrist catching him mid-swing. He tried to spin and punch the sudden second attacker, but they grabbed his other hand as well. This one was bigger and more monstrous than the other. A cleft lip revealed teeth befitting a cryptid rotting within its mouth. Its eyes were a bright red that almost shined. There was no nose on its face, not even nostrils. Its ears were elongated and several inches of lobe hung down from them.

The fight left Ralph as he realized he wasn’t walking away from this. He went limp in the new creature’s grasp. Somehow, it was able to speak clearly through the cleft lips and monstrous teeth.

“The kid is a shit and what he did wasn’t right. But I can’t let you kill him. That’s for someone else to decide.” His voice was soothing and warm. “Name’s Jorge.”

#vtm #vtm oc #vampire the masquerade #duskborn #thin blood #nosferatu #clan nosferatu #bweirdoctober #oc-tober #vamily #world of darkness #my baby boy #Ralph

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gynandromorph · 1 year

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Shiloh: Jessie, this story has a title, doesn't it?

Jessie: uuuhhh. I mean, I'm the one writing it, so I would choose what it's called, I guess

Shiloh: what would you call it?

Jessie: Gaylord probably. I think it gets everything out of the way up front: the lord, the gay, and mmmeeeee babey

Shiloh: I think I would call it idolatry... Because it mea-

Jessie: that's such a stupid name, Shiloh. It sounds like it's about a false god. Exactly why I'm flying the plane here

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iforimaginary · 30 days

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I think the only true rite of passage -the peak of one’s journey through maturity- is reading ‘Coraline’ in a Year 5 (Grade 6 for any of my American readers) English class and having a juvenile laugh with your mates around the table because the name of the poor sod who wrote the book is just so ridiculous.

“I mean Neil Gaiman! Ha! Gay-man… hell, that surname could almost hold a candle to the infamous Gaylord! This lad must only write books about gays!” [It is 2017, anything and everything concerning homosexuality is deeply hilarious to tweens at this time of the decade]

Eventually though, through the trying efforts of your teacher, your 11 year old selves move on and you grow to forget about this Neil guy almost entirely.

Its only in your mid-to-late teens that you rediscover this mysterious man and a highly cinematic dolly-zoom envelopes you and your room, filled to the brim with pop-culture paraphernalia, the sinking realisation dawning as you press the ‘off’ button on the TV remote after finishing the 3rd adaptation of this man’s work concerning far-from-straight typically biblical figures…

“Oh god…” you mutter to yourself in pure bewilderment “Neil Gaiman does only write books about gays!”

#ramblings of imaginary #rites of passage #lighthearted prose #comedic retellings #neil gaiman #good omens #lucifer #the sandman #im having conflicting feelings about the legitimate possibility of this reaching neil

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