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franciskirkland · 6 months

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Alright to start this ask off I'm just gonna say my interactions w/ you have genuenly been one of the funniest ive had in a long ass time. I've read ur recent post and I empathyse a lot. You seem incredibly funny and genuine. Idk your situation and your background and even your age, but I think you can and are pulling through. Things will get better even if you dont actively want them to. Im not saying this in a vague hope to make the situation you are in better. Im telling you, as a person who from the age of 14 went from therapist to therapist, somehow been on meds that dont fuckin exist yet in croatia, someone who feels trapped in the very /country/ she lives in with no means of escape, someone who is "waiting" for things to finally financially/academicaly/politicaly be better so that I can make something of my life. As it did for me, you will feel joy again in what you do, in what you have, and in what you can achieve. I think it's ok to be down, its ok to feel like "if a bus hit me tomorrow i wouldnt protest" but the thing about people is we adapt rather quickly. So putting yourself out there, going to places you are scared to and believe yourself to be an outcast from is exactly what gets you to meet people and see things that youll remember forever. And after a while the outcast will stop coming to these places, the person there will be someone who belongs. Apathy is a way of saying "fine whatever i dont even care anymore" but youll see how much you care.

I started getting ok after a full decade of *trying* and what I've always found is that for me the saying "don't take anything seriously" is no.1 rule. I get worked up, anxious and overwhelmed with so much so many times.

You may have problems with people at work with friends and whomever, but the main thing you gotta remember is *you cant change anyone but yourself*

And its not a change of personality, hair color, interests, its how much something will get to you, how willing are you to give something up thats not working out and how you will percieve something.

I have no doubt that you know all of this crap but i guess i wanted to say all of that just bc there is no greater pain for me than when i see someone feel like i did regardless of the reason or situation.

Keep on truckin and doing what u love even if its mpregfrance posting. I will always be here to send you to liking-france-jail, mwah <3

hello my sweaty angle <3 i'm sorry i'm just replying to this now. i had to sleep on it because your thoughtfulness deserves a sincere reply.

first of all - thank you, from the bottom of my heart, for being so kind, sweet and insightful and offering your support.

the fact that you would take the precious time out of your day to write this out for me is, in a word, unbelievable. i really appreciate you checking in, it's an incredibly caring thing to do. to be honest i'm a little overwhelmed by the magnitude of this unexpected message and i wish i knew how better to express my appreciation.

i really do love to hear that i made you laugh. i live to shitpost. i've always prided myself on my sense of humor and sometimes i feel as if it's slipping away, so it's reliving to hear i've still got it.

unfortunately i still haven't had the strength to eat. i'm heading to work in a bit. things are pretty rough right now, but when have they not been? obviously my present circumstances aren't the root cause of all my problems. in fact my life has improved since moving here.

extensive bianca lore and vulnerability under the cut, apologies in advance.

basically, in so few words, my current situation is that i'm nearly 25 and have nothing to show for it. i've lived in different cities across the US, had great jobs, apartments, friends, roommates, relationships, etc. i have done a lot of living in a short amount of time. but then, in retrospect, it feels like it stopped.

about 3 years ago i was in a very bad place mentally due to the isolation of the pandemic, and i met my husband online. in early 2022 i gave up everything, saved over $10k for the visa and moving costs, and relocated from the US to australia to live with him. our relationship itself has improved from how it used to be, but since the beginning we've had seemingly endless bad luck and financial setbacks.

last year, not long after our (very disappointing) wedding, i suffered a devastating miscarriage. ruptured ectopic, massive internal bleeding, required emergency surgery etc. not only was that traumatic emotionally, but i wasn't eligible for healthcare at the time bc of my immigration status, so we're still paying off the medical bill.

we share a house with my mother in law who is a domineering, emotionally incestuous single mom and an emotionally abusive narcissist. i don't throw that term around lightly, as so many people do these days, but i honestly believe she's devoid of empathy. she's admitted that she dislikes me and thinks i'm stupid because i don't talk much, and goes out of her way to make me feel unwelcome.

so i'm stuck in an area that feels, to me, like the middle of nowhere. i'm not homesick, i love this country. it's just that i'm not used to suburbs. i feel most comfortable in a city where there's people and places and things, neon lights and background noise and stuff to do.

i'd would be happy to live anywhere as long as it's not with her. it honestly feels like a prison sometimes. that sounds dramatic but she's cultivating an unbelievably hostile environment that causes me to feel on edge whenever she's around.

needless to say we need to move, desperately. it's our #1 priority. more than anything else i want a place of our own and eventually a family. we've been actively househunting for the better part of a year, but the rental market is catastrophically bad right now. it's not even about the money, since we're both working we can afford a decent place. it's just that it's so competitive. every showing i've attended, there's been like 30 other prospective tenants. we've been turned down from every apartment we've applied for.

on top of our living situation i have complex health issues that are just getting worse. my energy is zapped. trying to balance work work and housework leaves me with almost no free time to write.

this barely scratches the surface of why I Am The Way That I Am™. i'm not saying any of this to evoke sympathy or brag about 'having it hard'. simply trying to explain. my upbringing was abusive and dysfunctional in a number of ways. i just barely graduated high school. i never had traditional opportunities, i was raised in a way where there's basically no assumption/expectation that you'll ever be successful or fulfilled. i'm diagnosed with ADHD, PTSD and bipolar 2 - haven't been able to get my proper meds in australia. i've been addicted to hard drugs and alcohol. i'm not pleasant to be around. i will probably always look like and act like the lower class, white trash girl that i am. i have spent my entire life in survival mode.

i'm always in the midst of some identity crisis or running away from something. so yeah, i've been hurt and downtrodden. i've also experienced the beautiful side of life from time to time. i've gained a breadth of knowledge and met incredible individuals who introduced me to new perspectives and i'm forever grateful for them. with the way i've lived, i'm very lucky to not be dead or incarcerated right now.

ok, pity party's over. for real this time.

you're pretty much describing exactly how i feel. you know the struggle. the part about waiting to live my life; that's precisely where i'm at. i don't necessarily have a desire to fit in, i just want to get away into somewhere that i can adjust better to.

my isolation is partially due to a lack of energy but also i don't seek out interaction because i'm afraid no one else can understand me. not because i believe i'm too 'complex' or 'damaged' to be understood. that's a load of self-pitying bullshit. it's just scary to be truly seen. or vulnerable. or genuine. bc the results of such openness are unpredictable and uncomfortable.

it's hard, but i know i have to find it within myself to take that push. what's holding me back right now is mainly my material conditions, circumstances out of my direct control. i have no doubt i'll feel at least 50% better when i stop living with this woman.

i certainly have no problem with starting over if something doesn't work for me. contrary to what i might've described, i believe i'm pretty well adjusted, self aware and rational. as is obvious i don't take many things that seriously lmao. i went from caring wayyy too much about everything, being overly emotional and sensitive, to going entirely with the flow and accepting what i can't control or predict.

also i am well aware that you can't change people, that's never been my goal lmao i've never needed someone to tell me that <3

tl;dr, thank you. so much. this really uplifted and inspired me meli, thank you so much for being so thoughtful and compassionate.

it sounds like you're also stuck between a rock and a hard place in your own environment, and i'm sorry to hear that. it's a wretched feeling but i believe you you will thrive no matter the setting, because in all seriousness, you're incredibly talented. i hope you know you should follow your dreams. hell, it looks like you already are and you're giving us the privilege of witnessing it. your art is stunning, the passion and care you put into your work is obvious. your matthew is absolutely beautiful - like his maman.

from a rabidly devoted france woobifier to the designated france hater, i'm only going to say this once but you are validated in your distaste. i understand. you gotta admit though, he is a MILF.

if one thing is certain i will never stop frussyposting. in fact right now i am thinking about france hetalia big fat juicy boobies mmmm milky squishy. i'm giving her a teensy tiny little slut waist and childbearing hips. i would give him a brazilian butt lift but he doesn't even need it!!!

if that is a crime then lock me up. please. strap on the handcuffs and throw me in the crate for naughty little freaks teeheehee >:3

be careful tho. if you keep sending me gay ass love letters like this they're gonna start shipping toxic yuri melianca even harder <3

#this made my day #this ask gave me bottom emoji eyes!!!#DM me if you want babe #ask and ye shall receive #tw vent

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no-shxme · 3 months

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hi, my friend has just sent me and so they were alone and it has forever changed my brain chemistry. i am foaming at the mouth your writing is absolutely to die for and you have cursed me with inspiration. you are so talented and i would like to know how you do it, if that's alright. i really hope that you get the recognition you deserve because holy crap i dont think ive read a fic that does things to me like this in YEARS, you are a blessing to this world

omG thanks so much geeez this is so nice of you 😭 it makes my week whenever someone tells me they liked my stuff im so glad you liked it. i will admit that im not so proud of 'astaa' anymore, mainly because it's just one of my oldest posted fics and i think i've improved since then, and looking back there are things that i would do differently. that being said, i'm flattered you like it so much. i remember i wrote that fic just entering the league fandom and,, i dunno i just vomited all over my google doc. since you read astaa and liked it i'm gonna shyly recommend one of my other fics, 'everything that went wrong over the summer' its also rhaayn (and pretty old) but it's also one that i'm more confident in fdlskljdksfa (no pressure tho ofc like, read whatever you want yk)

also, i'm not sure if you're being serious about wanting to know 'how i do it.' (im bad at reading jokes sorry!!) but i do use a lot of tips and tricks and strategies for all my writing so if that's something that actually interests you i can get into the process a lil bit. i dont mind sharing i just type a lot so im always like: does anyone actually want this fsadkljladfs

thanks sm for such a sweet ask ;W; i saw it at work and i had to take a minute cause it was so nice

#shx answer #astaa #SO NICE OF YOU THANK YOU #REALLY LIKE. I GO BACK AND reread comments and asks whenever i feel bad about my writing.#which is often 💀#it means the world to me

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pink-gladioli · 1 year

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I need to write this because I need to get it out of my system and idk maybe after this ill stop lurking and start posting crap

this is a very rough draft of how i would re write the first ep of nexo knights prometed by @spicyicymeloncat s post talking about creating said re write. this is not a fully fleshed out story or even a good draft, it is simply me putting my ideas into text format. sorry in adanvance to anyone thinking this might be full fic or something of value, its just the keyboard smash of my thoughts.

So heres my shitty rendition of the first episode Okay first episode starts off following the main 5 including jestro in their 7th year at the academy (in this version there are 10 years of classes, and the first years are 10 yr olds) in the middle of a tournament battle. They end up losing cause jestro tripped or something and then Lance starts complaining about how this is their 3rd lost in a row and that jestro needs to start improving (in my mind he only really participates in the tournaments because his parents force him to, but it hurts his pride to lose). Clay of course starts defending jestro saying that he just needs more time to improve while jestro kinda just stands in the back looking embarrassed. Clay talks about how they have to better learn how to work as a team or something dumb like that and lance being the little bitch he is takes this personally. However, macy calms them both down before the situation escalates. then bells rings as lance and aarron are the first to leave and while axl follows them he gives jestro a pat on the back saying he did good and not to worry about it (I want axl to be more than just the one that eats a lot so hes very kind in my mind au). clay, macy, and jestro leave soon after and walk to some kind of ap class. On the way clay tries to comfort jestro after their loss (I want their friendship to be expaned upon more [it wont happen in the first episode, in my mind its mainly done by flashbacks. Think like zukos childhood is only talked about briefly or partly shown in flashbacks]) macy only butting in to mention that lance was being rude (macy for the most part is going to be similar to her show counterpart but im going to try to make her more mature because shes a bit whiny in the show imo). Once they make it class clay and macy say their goodbyes because jestro didn’t get the grades to make it into any type of ap classes so he kinda just roams the halls (the teachers don’t really like him, so they never took the time to properly fix his schedule). After a while he makes it to merloks library and merlok asks if he wants to practice some magic since he knows jestro doesn’t have classes. Jestro agrees and he start practicing a levitation spell on some pens with a wand merlok gave him. he struggles to control the pen, it either staying on the desk or flies up hirer then what he intended. Merlok doesn’t get mad though (mentor figure OoO more likely than you think) and just say that he should take a break and ask him about how his time as the royal jester is going. They talk for a bit before merlok has to leave to get something, but he says that he’ll be back. Jestro is just sitting there when he hears something (ya know who it is it’s your favorite necromancer) telling him to move closer to the book that is clearly sealed away before a magical barrier at the back of the room.

As soon as jestro gets to book, monstrox does the classic acting like hes not alive then going ‘boo’. This of course scares the crap out of jestro because imagen you start hearing a voice, thinking your going crazy, then this book behind a barrier fucking jumps scares you. Monstrox starts calming jestro saying some bs that hes one of merloks old friends before he and merlok got into a big fight and he cursed him to be a book filled with the worst kind of monsters for the rest of eternity. Jestro of course after hearing this is scared of monstrox (or the BOM or whatever you wanna call this man, book?) but mr necromancer over here starts telling his super sad 100% real backstory about how he was a screw up just like jestro and when he finally got good at something, that something being magic, he was shunned by the other wizards for not doing it the ‘right way’ (no it was because you were killing people ya crusty old textbook). Jestro despite sympathizing with him is still hesitant to listen to him so monstrox tells him that he can release him whenever he wants and that he’ll help him become respect and loved by his peer by taking over the kingdom. Monstrox then goes to ‘sleep’ as soon as merlok returns, jestro doesn’t say anything because a part of him is seriously considering siding with the BOM so he continues with his lessons with merlok. Do a montoage of the next couple of days of lance and some other students giving jestro shit until one day after lance was extra rude jestro is like ‘fine im going back to that crusty musty textbook and turning to the dark side’. Jestro, after merlok had finished his teaching and left the libary, manages to get monstrox out of his prison and into a bag (he also steals a staff idk how to incorporate that into this terrible story so far). On his way he ends up running into some 9th years that stars bullying him, this gets rid of his doubts that maybe he shouldn’t do this, and that he should just give people a second chance to learn the error of their ways and gives them some vague ass threat. Monstrox, who can hear everything, does that ‘oh ho ho now these mf are just re-enforing all the toxic ideas I placed in this boy’s head’ smirk and stays quiet for the rest of the walk.

Cue transition to an empty classroom as jestro takes out monstrox and places him on a desk, monstrox asks if hes ready to do this. Jestro gives a very ‘omg this moment is so emotional’ yes. While this is happening merlok returns to his library because his old ass forgot his pen or smt and realizes jestro (who usually stays in there until his next class starts) isn’t there and theres noting in the barrier prison thing monstrox was in. he of course goes running down the halls trying to find both of them, but before he can get far he gets stuck in a crowd of students as the bell rings. In the middle of the crowd theres clay and macy looking for jestro clay saying its odd that he wasn’t outside their classroom waiting for them like he usually is while Aaron, lance, and axl are just trying to get to their next class. Clay and macy run into merlok and ask him if hes jestro and merlok not wanting to say that ‘oh yeah know just looking for the wizard serial killer that has actually been alive for the last 100 years in my library that just so happen magically escaped’ just says that hes also looking for jestro and the form a small group while looking for jestro. on their way they pass aaron, axl, and lance looking confused af to why merlok is running like a track star followed by a confused clay and macy. Aaron looking for an excuse to skip class also follows them which prompts axl and lance to go off running trying to follow him.

Now theres a very scared and worried 300 something year old wizard being followed by five teenagers running down the halls of the one of the most prestige’s schools in the kingdom looking for a jester, and in merloks case a necromancer. Meanwhile jestro is opening up monstrox to the first page after the table of context and trying to figure out what hes supposed to do. Monstrox is like ‘have you never summoned the dead? Dam this is going to be more work than I thought’ and just tells him to read aloud the text at the top of the page and to wave his staff around. As soon as jestro reads out the ancient text with all the confidence of a mouse stuck in a piece of Rigatoni, the bookkeeper and either burny or sparks (it doesn’t matter which just one of them big guys) appears in front of him and causes jestro to scream in fear (the bookkeeper is harmless ik but he doesn’t know that). As soon as jestro realizes ‘oh taking over the kingdom mean pulling out monsters that could possibly kill every student in this school’ clay, macy and the gang (merlok is looking in a different classroom rn) burst in. Clay and macy thinking jestro is in danger immediately try attacking the monster but as you can imagen, they aren’t doing much damage, while lance runs out the room screaming for merlok to save them with his awesome wizard powers (aaron and axl also join the fight). Cue fight scene, jestro being like ‘oh no don’t hurt them they’re my friends’ and ‘I didn’t mean for this to happen’, the BOM being like ‘they aren’t your friends, they never did anything to help you’, blah blah.

Then right about when the monster is going to give the final blow to clay, lance comes rushing in with merlok and merlok does some wizard spell think sending a beam of gold flying out from his staff hitting everyone in that room and sending jestro and the BOM flying out of the window (this is the part when the main 5 get infused with some plot magic, hence why theyre the only who can use the nexo powers, shoutout to @spicyicymeloncat for mentioning this idea. They’re the ones that came up with most of the original ideas like the knights still being in school, them being hit with the magic rays, jestro being merloks appretince, and so many more cool headcaons that you need to check out like pls they’re amazing). Okay the screen goes black for a sec and then boom macy is the first to come out of the rubble (hc: her parents had fancy pants train her for any possible terrorist attacks, revolutions, or crimes against the crown) and immediately starts looking for clay. Hes mostly fine and the others start waking up as well but then clay starts looking for merlok and picking up pieces of rubble. Then after moving a very large piece of celling, he finds merlok laying there dead. 0o0 *gasp* this will totally not be fixed by the next episode and episode one ends there

is this crappy, yes i know

but this is just a very rough outline of how i would make the first ep, chapter, or part go and thats it, noting of substance

realisticly if i were to rewirte the whole story (which i might do in the same half-meme-half-writing style that this post was made in) i would make jestros turn to the darkside much longer, probaly taking in universe around half a year. that would also give me more time to expand upone each of the main 5 personalties and their reasons for becoming a knight. like just imagen instead of it being just a few seconds like described in the text, it would be months of jestros ecperince at the academy and finally taking up the BOM on his sugestion, not fully undertsanding the impact his actions could have on the kingdom until he gets his army of monsters.

again i wrote this because i wanted to get these ideas out of my mind and onto a word document and im sorry to this starved fandom that i wasn't able to provide a full story or even chapater of a show i know dam well could have been much more than just a ploy to sell legos.

again most of the actually good ideas come from @spicyicymeloncat and their post talking about a nexo knights re write. I guess this kinda my addtion to that post. if anyone that stubbles across this for some reason wants to use this a guide for a fanfic or any other type of fandom content be my guest! credit me ig?? idk how to do this ive never really posted anything before this

bye

#nexo knights #lego nexo knights #nexo knights rewrite #sorry again if anyone thought this was a full fic or smt #this is kinda just word vomit #jestro #clay moorington #macy halbert #axl #aaron fox #lance richmond #merlok #monstrox #i am cringe but i am free

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geckosliktheireyes · 1 year

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.. So my irl bestie has made the risky promise of- "if you write fanfic, ill write fanfic" so here i am, posting this shit, to spite her, its an au ive been working on bc i feel like the universes fit together- heres some of my ideas.

Lumera- a world renound sword maker, shes made legendary swords that have defeated dragons to fleets of armies. Famous for her craft she lives on a large estate in Lythos, a small town of peaceful people in the earth nation, a non bender,. Though with her fighting techniques youd never tell the difference.

Vander- a friend of Lady Lumera, secretive, and strict, a metal bender

Alear- raised within the walls of her mothers villa and workshop, she took up a severe intrest in martial arts, quite practiced in it she frequents to Dojo on Lythos to her be trained, by Vander of course, a long time friend of Lady Lumera, a non bender who is soon plunged into her responsibilies and the pressure of being the Avatar

Clanne- the boy is a water bender- a.. Clumsy one at that- though hes one of Alears cloest friends- he keeps all sorts of secrets hes been sworn into by Vander

Framme- Alears other friend, a girl who may rival Alear in her martial arts abilities, a water bender who can only use it for healing abilities, though she doesn't seem to bothered by that, she happens to be a loud mouth, and is very upset by what her brother and Vander aren't letting her know.

Alfred- prince of the earth kingdom, and frail in his own way, though if you mention that youll be subjected in tagging along with his job through the nearby mountain range, he never met Alear until they met in a china shop, Celine wanted new china for her tea parties,, and Alear didn't quite know how she ended up there, but lets just say they didn't leave with any china, nothing was left in one piece

Ivy- princess of the southern water tribe, reluctant as her father dives into the possibilitys with dead bodies, water bending, and war. Shes caught in quite the mess, unsure of what side she should be on, not wanting to leave her poor kid sister behind with people who manipulate the long dead.

Diamant- prince of the fire nation, he met Alear while camping with his father and brother. The "avatar" had gotten caught in Alcryst's hunting trap, which was quite a hilarious fiasco of his yelled apologies and offers of everything he owned as a "sorry" , he decides to try to teach Alear fire bending which they soon realize is easier said than done.

Timerra- a powerful air bending monk, known for.. Being the chillest around really, she finds the "avatar" amusing, and is also quite suspicious of if this girl is really capable of anything other than tripping over her own sword and completing others to no end.

Idk if this is crap or not i havent shown anything ive written publicly since 2014 💀

Heres a lil snippet of the first chapter, so yall can see what my writings like and if its worth reading or anything. Im a newbie definitely, and.. Very wordy but my irl bestie said she'll be my beta reader and editor for me! So hopefully that will improve if she gets the time to do so.

"Alear knew something was off the moment her mother informed her it was time to forge a sword of her own. Lumera was a master in the crafting of blades of all sorts, but never seemed too worried about teaching Alear the details of her work. Alear was alright with it, she had her own talents, such as her martial arts, that she was always working on, Lumera understood her child walked a different path than her own. Which. Is why it confused Alear so when her mother became adamant she needed a sword of the finest silver and the sharpest blade as soon as possible. And even more confused she became when her mother told her she would forge the sword to make it the closest to her liking. It was a nerve wracking process which made Alear appreciate her mothers work to no end..however LIberation was done in due time. The silver and gold sword felt heavy in her hands, but.. a sort of comforting weight , one she knew would help protect her shall it ever need too. Lumera gave a soft chortling laugh.

‘’My child you are not supposed to hold it in such a way- your lucky your have gloves ‘lest you cut yourself!’’ She took Alears confused and clumsy hands, showing her the proper way to handle the blade.

‘’Oh.. I still don't understand why I need a sword- much less one of silver and meteorite metals! I think this sword is better than even the blades you use!’’ She exclaimed…feeling the grief for Lumeras financial state. ‘’I don't see the issue? The daughter of a sword master should have something to show for her lineage.’’ She gave her child a bright smile, her light blue hair tied back into a regal bun, as she reached into a wooden crate by her side and pulled from it a steel sword with a blue leather hilt, the blade having been dulled of course but Alear sure as hell didn't know that. As her face convulsed into an expression of panic and confusion. Her mother lunged at her, swords clashing as Alear defended her face from a slash , in a less than graceful manner." soyeah. Uhm we'll see if i write it- lemme know how my writing is.

And heres a drawing of the main cast's designs, hope i combined ATLA with ENGAGE nicley and this isnt just a total cringe fest ill look back on as i tremble in terror of the memory in passing years.

Also engage dlc looking tasty

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starshipsofstarlord · 3 years

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Hey!!! I'm so glad you liked the blurb night idea :) 💞 Can I request a blurb with Peter bumping into the reader while she's kinda lost at times square and he's dressed as spiderman so he tries to flirt with you, but it makes you laugh instead?

I loved the idea hun, thankyou sm for helping me with this idea xxx

“You’re a guy?��

Pairing | Peter Parker x reader

Summary | based on the request

Warnings | mentions of crime, brief mention of death and drugs, mention of sex

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Quick link to my masterlist, if you’re interested in reading more of my crap 😬

“And there was this girl. She was really pretty, but-“ May quirked her head at her nephew, hardly understanding his blabber as he sped through his words like he was racing verbally against a cheetah, though, she was manage to uncover that particular sentence.

“Whoa, slow down kiddo.” His aunt laughed lightly, bracing her shoulders on his arms as he caught his overexcited breath. “How about you start from the beginning, and take a breath?” May had much practice with calming the boy down, she sincerely remembered how that night his parents had dropped him off, how worried he had been for them not to return. And they didn’t.

Peter bobbed his head in a eager nod, doing as he was recommended by his legal guardian, puffing the air in through his cheeks, as he inhaled and exhaled normally through his nose.“I was out patrolling the city, checking out for any bad guys, and then, I saw her...” her, the girl that had captured his attention, and distracted him from his friendly neighbourhood duties. She was much like a magnet, pulling his north face into her axis spinning world, distracting him from the things that he was actually meant to be ensuring did not happen on his watch.

“Weren’t you supposed to be patrolling?” The elder of the two quirked a brow, earning a splutter of a response from the teenager under her roof. She wasn’t a strict guardian concerning his heroic antics, though, she made sure to keep him on track for his own sake. Peter had quite the tendency to become overrun with stress from the amounts of responsibilities that he took on, and him being only young did not help the situation.

“I’m getting to that!” He was fast to defend himself, huffing his chest in as he prepared to tell May his story, from the beginning. It was quite the tale, he’d say, combined with the embarrassment of his own presence entangled in the random and friendly interaction that he had felt promiscuously lulled to create.

Queens, it was new to you. There were so many streets, filled to the brim with people that seemed to know where they were going. Unlike them, you didn’t, in fact, you’d go as far to admit that you were lost. Lost in a place that was known for the chaos that wrapped it off with a tarnished bow, and made the collateral practically fashion within its various newspapers that rounded every corner to divulge their companies’ obscure theories.

A panicked look struck your eyes, as you turned, shaking your head and pressing through the mass of citizens and finding an empty lot, scrolling through your phone, diverting your attention quickly towards google maps. It was the only thing that you could think of, it’d be a shame if you were to disturb one of the many passersby from their clearly packed schedule; you did not need that, nor berating them on your conscience.

“You lost or something?” A voice asked, making your shoulders jump as a figure, twisted in the colours red and blue, with a seam of black fell from the roofs above. Your heart rate imploded, more so when you realised who the mask wearing vigilante was. The wearer, although unknown, was infamous for the successions of saving lives that they had participated in, including defending the galaxy against outside threats.

It was Spiderman, the neighbourhood dubbed avenger, that tried their utmost to return stolen or lost bikes to their rightful owners, and protected banks from armed and overnight robberies. There was known to be something different about this particular hero, they were young and clearly had time to improve their skill set, for they were quite the clutz, and spoke significantly more to those he faced off against than what was necessary.

But this one hero, stood out amongst the rest. Not only was their suit designed by Stark technology, as you had written about in a work article, but it was far more concealing, and not to mention restricting, for the person beneath the red concoction to wear. Yes, you were in town for a new job, specifically to delve into the details that regards the world of heroes, and exploit all possible angles to how they deserved as much recognition for their stunts, as the president received for his noble speeches.

“I-“ you paused, think back over what you were preparing to say. It was without a doubt, that you had not expected the vigilante to appear in your spectacle gaze the first time that you stepped foot on the premises that he roamed, and protected. But here the spider enthusiast was, leaping down to stand beside you, burdening you with more knowledge that you could use, such as the person beneath was not as tall as you had expected, and there was definitely no way you could see their true eyes through the shallow white cases that covered them.

That was something you could write about, and make various descriptive theories about. ‘Seeing in white vision, sparked by the purity that glazed their unknown signature irises, Spider-Man halts all with the sparing of their true self. They may have reasons for shielding their eyes, much like Daredevil, not needing to see when they are overcome with various other senses that convulse their body into attentiveness,” -no, that sounded absolutely terrible.

And not to mention, if you spread that horrid writing about, Murdoc would be ashamed of ever deciding to get your aid in uncovering the route of the villainous underworld, that had take over Hell’s Kitchen and turned it into their own ring for drugs and more. The battle of New York had many repercussions, that being one, another influencing you into the career choice of being said reporter that you now proclaimed yourself as.

“Yeah, I am.” You responded with the company of a smile, and Peter swore he could feel his heart convulse beneath his suit. It’s pace was vaguely rapid, disheartening him from thinking of any more to say, he was practically speechless. “I’m looking for New York Times, you ever heard of it?” Yes, he most definitely had, it was the average run of the mill newspaper company, though, he did not know that you intended to change that into something much more.

“Funnily enough I have.” He scratched the back of his head, his arm subconsciously flexing as he did so, feeling like he had failed as your eyes remained focused on the wideness of his suit’s intense eyes. “It’s about three blocks from here, I could take you there if you want, I have nothing more to do.” From his proclamation you quirked a brow, crossing your arms amusedly.

“Don’t you have a city to watch over?” You asked, watching as Spider-Man’s false eyes widened, and he visibly panicked, realising that you had been right. “I’ll find my way, I’ve been to New York, many a time, Queens is bound to be a piece of cake. Also, a map is always handy.” A shrug rippled off your shoulders, Peter watching and walking closer as he thought of something more to add to the initial acquainting conversation.

“I’m Spider-Man.” Inwardly, and beneath his mask, Peter cringed noting how his voice rose, and it could be perceived as boasting. That though was definitely not his intent in the slightest, but he worried of how it may have come across to you. He wasn’t sure how you may have read it as, but a swarm of relief filled his lungs as he watched the corner of your eyes crinkle up, humoured by the tone of his that had significantly heightened. “Im a guy by the way.”

He felt the need to state that, especially considering people’s perceptions in the past. But instantly after saying it, he was regretful, through, he had to admit, he enjoyed listening to you laugh, it was like a melody that he wanted to listen to until the end of time. “You’re a guy?” You released a dramatic gasp, aiding your phoney response. “Yeah, no. I completely thought that you were a girl.” Sarcasm, he had well gotten used to frequency of it thanks to Mr Stark, who... well, he wasn’t around any more.

“You’re funny.” He smiled, shaking his head whence he realised that you could not see his hidden expression. “I don’t know, maybe, would you like to go to coffee with me, if you have time before you have to get to the news place? I mean, I don’t drink that much coffee, I get told that if I have too much caffeine that I get a little hyper, but I mean, I’m trying to ask you out and I have a really bad track record of-“

“Sure.” You spoke, ignoring the map that had finally loaded onto the screen of your phone. It was to your luck that you weren’t required to make your presence known at the business until tomorrow, and there was always time to kill, so you thought screw it, and decided to find it so that you didn’t get lost the approaching day. “Are you going to be wearing that, or you know, take it off?” You pointed at him, making peter surprised.

“It’s not that kind of date.” He quickly responded. “I meant just for a drink, not to hook up in the back of an a- oh, you meant the suit, didn’t you.” With a roll of your eyes, you nodded, pursing your lips together, as Peter felt the rain of relief once more. “Oh, that’s good, not that I wouldn’t want to, you’re gorgeous, that just wasn’t my intent and I’m rambling again, aren’t I?”

“Basically.” You wrinkled your nose, with a laugh, the way you scrunched it up was adorable to Peter. “So I’ll meet you here in two hours, I’ll let you finish up your duties, and change into something that doesn’t make you look you’re wearing a thong, because I can tell you from experience that those things are not comfortable. That good for you Spidey?”

“That works.” He spoke, trying his best to contain his overflowing excitement, biting his lip to do so. “That definitely works.”

“Hi.” The familiar voice of Spider-Man spoke, and you turned around, watching as a young man, not much different in age from yourself rounded the corner. He was clothed in a blue and white chequered flannel, and grey jeans, and you had to say, that whilst the amazing Spider-Man was quite the sight, this was something else.

“Oh, I was waiting for a girl actually.” You informed him, clearly messing with him, as you walked closer, a stretching smile pinning up the corners of your lips. “But I guess you’ll do webslinger.” He could feel his heart racing, but he walked closer, watching as you eyed him, a stranger met with the sight of a vigilante unmasked. “Where to, red and blue?”

“There’s this really good place on main, they sell the best sandwiches. And trust me, once you buy from there, you won’t stop...” the two of you began to walk away together, and towards Peter’s secret destination, where the two of you learnt the others real name.

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Here’s a little something for ya:

Ingo, wanting to not feel tired, eats a crap load of vitamin B gummies, not know one of its major “upsides.”

Improved hearing.

Cue that plan horribly blowing up in his face (metaphorically and possibly literally).

Sorry this has been in my box for what feels like forever. Im struggling with getting anything of value out of my brain on this lol. I dont have a lot on it but i do have a get key points i had planned for writing the lil snippet. Just couldnt get the motivation to write it so heres those key points

First and most important. Dont eat a lot of gummys ok yall if you do go crazy on them calling poison control is gonna be in your future. OD on vitamin B is gonna make you very sick. Though idk if its the same thing, i think this comes from the fact to Vitamin b12 helped some people with tinnitus? Idk

Ok on to sningo

So Emmet and Ingo always took vitamin gummys because shit i just spilled my fucking lunch they didnt like real pills. I imagine Ingo didnt mind the solid pills but Emmet hated him. So they both switched to gummys.

Ingo has to be sneaky about his which means figuring out how to get up on the counter quietly and figuring out how to open the bottle. Which probably isnt that hard. I mean i can open a pill bottle with my teeth and this is just a over the counter vitamin bottle. Those dont have the child locks. If i can do it he can do it.

Now heres where Ingo fucks up. He takes the amount he used to tame to stay up. Which is like waaayyy to much for his body weight. So normally he would get super sick and yes poison control should be contacted asap but we are gonna ignore most of that for now. I just want to go with hearing +4

Oh they live in the city. The cars dont stop just because its late. Its quite a lot on the regular for Ingo now his hearing has that buff he has to wait out.

So here we are now. In the apartment Emmet typing away and Ingo flinching at every keystroke. Normally Ingo hangs out jn the room with Emmet but tonight somethings off. Emet noticed Ingo isnt sitting quite as close or maybe Emmet noticed Ingo holding his head in his paws. Calling out to him caused hos brother to flinch. But Ingo quickly shakes it off and acts as if hes going to bed. Emmet, much quieter, said he would be along soon.

Ingo still plauged with his too heighten hearing cant get the headache to go away. Every sound sets a stab of pain to his head. He retreats to the closet hoping the extra door and clothing with help muffle the sound. It does a little.

Emmet is sus and when he finds Ingo isnt in bed he calls out. A whimper from the closet. Oh yea be quite. Emmet fletches at the sound the door made since another whimper came in response. Oh Ingo is there huddled up, grasping his ?ear?ears? Idk we gotta talk about that later.

Emmet doesnt know whats going on but he knows its sound related. He goes and closes the curtains, they do sctually help muffle sound I swear, and he closes the bedroom door. The only thing is to wait for it to work its way out of Ingos system after all. Emmet doesnt know much of whats going on just that Ingo is sensitive to sound right now. So he just sits there with Ingo as they wait it out.

Ingo letter tells Emmet what happened to which Emmet scolds him which totally not laughing.

Ok i was watching tv while writing this oneso i kinda lost my train of thought a lot sorry if this makes no sense. I just feel like i have held this ask as long as i can.

#sneasel ingo #transfer error au #sneasel ingo au #liz answers

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readingaccountability · 3 years

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return of the thief - megan whalen turner

my playlist

final thoughts:

hoooly crap what a perfect final book. literally i cant think of anything that would have improved it!! easy 10/10.

i love pheris so much. having an explicitly autistic main character was something ive been looking for in books, and so to have him in this final book was such a treat. i would do anything for him. hes such a great pov character, and his journey from hiding how smart he is, to betraying eugenides, to bonding with him and working together with him 🥺 it felt so genuine and earned and was absolutely wonderful. at the same time, his hiding also allowed him to be a perfect narrator, since nobody else would have witnessed all these details and small moments! mwt writes disability so well i think, from pheris to kamets eyesight to gens hand, because its never their whole existence, but also isnt forgotten, and is always plot relevant in ways that put them in a situation where they wouldnt be otherwise! very great and inventive, and always a bit surprising! it just feels so organic, yknow?

i really enjoyed all the intrigue in the first half, and watching pheris establish himself at court, particularly when he interacts with relius!!! (and oh my god the relius/teleus reveal was SO SWEET, thank god the ending made it clear that they get to reunite post-book!!) ugh literally just the whole book was perfection.

the plot was so gripping. i read the whole second part in one shot on a day off, and was glad for it- if id tried to pause more often it would have been torture lol. the prophecies had me expecting him to 'fall' in some clever and heartbreaking way the whole climax of the book, on the edge of my seat waiting for the clarity that these books always unveil all at once. and good god did it deliver!!! the whole part where they were in the mede camp i was losing my mind.

actually while i was reading and got to The Quote (it will be so!!) it hit me like a truck what first got these books on my radar. i had seen the AMAZING graphic of that quote by @monstress

and literally, sans context, i thought it was the coolest shit id ever seen in my life, and just knew i had to read the books!! (so thank you very much for that :D because i love these books so much) i saw the graphic so long ago that id forgotten about it (literally my copy of the thief sat on my shelf for like three months or so) but when i got to the quote i had chills as i remembered what had gotten me to read these in the first place. it was honestly the perfect way to wrap up my experience!

and the ending being happy... was NOT expecting that and im so soft over it. the dancing scene at the end had me tearing up, and aaaaaaaa they had twins 🥺🥺 gonna be thinking about that for the rest of forever, thanks!! what an experience. probably going to reread these books soon so i can reexperience them knowing the contexts, i want to see how many plot bread crumbs i can spot now that i know whats coming haha

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pinkykitten · 5 years

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i am shy

Avatar The Last Airbender

Sokka x shy! female reader

Warning: shynessssssssssss

Specifics: fluff, comedy, romance, one-shot, race neutral reader

People: sokka, katara, aang, toph

Words: 1,271

Requested: By anon Hello! At first: You have the most talented writing Style i've ever read! Really the way you describe the feelings of the Persons are so unique - I'm in Love ♡~♡ When I look at your Story's, looks mine like a Kindergarten Child has write it's first Story lol😂 You've said you want Request, so here am I: How about a ATLA Sokka x Shy Reader ? ( I miss your ATLA One Shots) Thank's for reading Dear♡

Authors Note: first off thank you again dear for your lovely comment it means the world to me when you guys say such sweet things about me or my writing. but remember fam to practice, i still practice cuz ur girl still needs to improve. if you practice read a lot u will become successful and have faith in urself, dont belittle ur work and dont give up. also if u guys would like to send me some of ur work through the submit button or wherever else i would love to read them and see where i could help out what i love that type of stuff advice. also with this story i didnt rlly know how to end it so im sorry.

As you walked around town you enjoyed all the different things. The food, items, the people, but most importantly you liked the clothes. Unfortunately, you were too shy to converse with anyone, just watching from afar the way humans interacted. Whenever you felt you had to speak to a stranger your heart started to pound furiously.

You were willing to leave the busy atmosphere when the rest of your friends arrived.

“Hey y/n,” Aang said, putting his hands behind his head, clearly relaxed and having a break day.

You only waved as the rest said their hellos. Growing up you wondered if you were always liked this. Life just changes a person and to your knowledge it changed you for the worse.

Sokka could point out when you were about to curl up and shy away but when you were with Sokka things were different. You felt free to be yourself, to express yourself wholeheartedly. Sometimes you would catch yourself leaning further and further away from shyness and just having a fun time.

“H-h-hi Sokka,” you said almost as a whisper. Sokka smiled knowing you were trying your hardest. He motioned over to you and placed an arm around your back. You almost had a heart attack! Sokka knew about your shyness yet he chose to do that, in public! Your eyes shot wide open as you walked awkwardly in that position.

You all scanned the area, hitting all the stores. Eating whatever, doing whatever until your group ended at the store you really wanted to go in.

“I hate dressing up,” Toph complained and Sokka glared at her as he turned his head.

“Really? I love all the outfits and dresses, like look at that one,” Katara pointed to a pink dress with beautiful beading. Aang looked at the attire and then at Katara and nearly almost fainted at the image he processed in his head.

“Man down!” Sokka shouted as he caught Aang.

“Y/n do you want to go here?” Katara asked as she hooked her arm with yours. You looked again to the ground and shrugged. You hated when you did that. Katara was your friend, she actually cared for you and she was one of the few people who were there for you during tough times.

“You know you can always tell me.”

You bit your lip, “you’re ri-right, I can tell you. If you want to go here I am fine with that. Its up to you.”

Katara didn’t know if to take your answer as a yes or no. Sokka saw though your face, the way you smiled and the way your eyes lit up when you saw the store in view. He knew that you wanted to go.

“C’mon y/n, why don’t me and you go together.”

Katara snorted a laugh, covering her face.

“What? You don’t think I can last in a clothing shop?” Whined Sokka as he flailed his arms around.

“I’m sorry Sokka its just, I would never think you were the one to want to go into a store badly.”

Sokka looked at you and could see you were giggling but covering your smile with your hand. “Well if y/n wants to go, which I know she does, then I will sacrifice my man hood and go.”

Toph scoffed and muttered, “you mean your boy hood?”

“C’mon,” Sokka grabbed onto your hand and guided you in.

“Have fun you two,” Aang shouted.

Sokka stood in the middle of the store, pathetically. He didn’t think this far through. Sweat was practically dripping down his face and back.

“Why am I so sweaty?” He thought as he wiped his forehead. Was it because he was with you? AND YOU BOTH WERE STILL HOLDING HANDS!

Sokka let his hand unlace with yours so quick you thought there was a bug or something. “Sorry, I forgot to-”

Without a word you took his hand and laced it with yours again. Sokka knew this was tough for you and yet you did it. He almost died as you did that. “Oh...okay.”

“Le-lets look over here,” you took him to the dresses and picked out a few that you absolutely adored. Sokka stared at you lovingly the whole time and even offered to hold your outfits. “I am going to try them on now.”

“Sure!” Sokka followed you and sat on the chair in front of the changing room. The other women gave him a look of disgust as he was sitting where girls change, but oh well anything for you.

The first dress you tried on was orange. You looked at your reflection as you twirled.

“What do you think? Can I see?”

“...I hate it,” you gave a gloom face in the mirror.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah but I want to see it...still,” Sokka persisted.

You froze up and tried to find a way out. You were too shy, but shy for what? To show him the outfit? You had no clue.

“Y/n I’ll still think you look beautiful even if you wore a dumpling sack.”

He left the decision open for you, if you wanted to show him you knew how. Time passed by and Sokka thought you changed your mind but you quickly opened the door. In his eyes you looked like a goddess.

“Y-y/n you look-”

“Terrible...I hate this color on me. Onto the next.” You closed the door softly as Sokka waited again.

Next you tried on a dark green dress, you liked the color but not the style of the dress. “This one makes me look like a-”

“Yes?”

You swallowed and prepared for the shyness, “a...booger.”

You could hear Sokka laughing outside and you giggled yourself. You loved to make not just anyone laugh but Sokka. You opened the door and awkwardly posed for him.

“A booger, hah! You are the most prettiest booger if you ask me! Now if Katara wore that, she would definitely look like a disgusting, moldy booger.”

You shook your head and chuckled, “your poor sister. I’m going to try on this last one.”

You poured a silky dark blue dress onto your body. It fit perfectly, snug but not too much. The color was captivating, there were some beading on the top only but the rest fell down like a waterfall. It reminded you of where Sokka was from. Feeling less shy you opened the door swiftly. “What do you think about this one Sokka?”

Sokka almost chocked in seeing you like that. “Y/n, you look-” He was captivated by your beauty. You looked almost unreal to him. What made the dress more special it reminded him of a dress his mother used to wear. “Y/n,” he stood up and leaned against the door frame, only a few inches away from you. “Y/n, you look so beautiful.”

You almost exploded! He was so close and his ice blue eyes were closing and he was leaning closer. You wanted to so badly kiss him back, kiss him until your lips fell off but you were too shy. You backed away but Sokka held onto you and crashed his lips onto yours. You shrieked but then you placed your hands on his hair, deepening the kiss. Sokka kissed you like his life depended on it, that he needed your kisses for air.

You two separated and he breathed harshly with you. He realized that you were again shy and profusely started apologizing.

You placed a finger against his lips and for once said a sentence without a whisper, “its okay Sokka. That was the best moment in my life. I’ve always wanted to kiss you.”

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succubused · 4 years

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I feel like with art there's constantly a demand for me to be improving so that i could meet some higher standard. I don't really feel too happy creating art because of that fact and it's been like this well before the quarantine started. I just was planning on going into an art uni and i wanted to compose my portfolio and i feel like my works aren't good enough and at this point i have so little energy to try and improve idk this all sounds really pathetic i'm sorry

no it doesn’t sound pathetic, i understand. i can’t really fix it for you because i have trouble creating sometimes too but all i can say is that stretches like this don’t change the nature of the work or change who you are at the core of it...i know its shitty difficult to do but i think you should just try drawing or painting without any intention of showing it to anyone or improving or even being particularly good just like...try and focus on the act of creating and how that feels not the art itself or your expectations for yourself. i write completely disjointed outlines and scenes that i think are crap when im having problems and they are not hidden gems they are bad and only a couple people have ever seen them but they help me get going again so it was worth it in the end

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greymuse · 4 years

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Witchy QnA

1. Are you solitary or in a coven?

Solitary!

2. Do you consider yourself Wiccan, Pagan, witch, or other?

Witch, or Enchantress if I wanna sound fancy

3. What is your zodiac sign?

Leo sun, Aquarius moon, Leo rising

4. Do you have a Patron God/dess?

Nope

5. Do you work with a Pantheon?

Nope

6. Do you use tarot, palmistry, or any other kind of divination?

Tarot sometimes

7. What are some of your favorite herbs to use in your practice? (if any)

Im just starting to get into more physical items. I was raised to do most things mentally.

8. How would you define your craft?

Im not sure? Green but a lil eclectic

9. Do you curse? If not, do you accept others who do?

I dont think of it as cursing. More so protection from certain people.

10. How long have you been practicing?

I found out about what I was already doing as being Witchcraft a couple months ago. But Ive been using Tarot, using kitchen Witch spells, as “prayers” as spells since I can remember

11. Do you currently or have you ever had any familiars?

Nope. I hope to have one soon though

12. Do you believe in Karma or Reincarnation?

Absolutely believe in karma. Reincarnation, possibly. Its definitely something I think about

13. Do you have a magical name?

Nope.

14. Are you “out of the broom closet”?

My whole moms side practices casually, so I mean I guess? But I havent referred to myself as a Witch or something like that.

15. What was the last spell you performed?

I enchanted a ring I got. Also, a money spell that worked but uhh its definitely showing me that I need to work harder.

16. Would you consider yourself knowledgeable?

Im pretty decent. Most of what I look up is common knowledge to me

17. Do you write your own spells?

I havent yet, but I also dont do many spells verbally. I more so visually manifest

18. Do you have a book of shadows? If so, how is it written and/or set up?

I do, Its just a plain lil notebook, I have just some basic reference sheet type things in it.

19. Do you worship nature?

Absolutely

20. What is your favorite gemstone?

rose quartz. or tigers eye

21. Do you use feathers, claws, fur, pelt, skeletons/bones, or any other animal body part for magical work?

I dont particularly enjoy using animal/ human materials. I use natural things, like dirt and water.

22. Do you have an altar?

Not so much a physical Altar, but my bed is definitely my safe space and I can clear my mind here the easiest.

23. What is your preferred element?

Water, but fire always make me wide eyed and curious. definitely curious. but its destructive potential scares me.

24. Do you consider yourself an Alchemist?

Not art all haha

25. Are you any other type of magical practitioner besides a witch?

Im not sure!

26. What got you interested in witchcraft?

realizing that I had been practicing for my whole life and I hadnt known before

27. Have you ever performed a spell or ritual with the company of anyone who was not a witch?

yeah, with my mom and her mom. I just didnt know at the time. We do protection spells often.

28. Have you ever used ouija?

yup! with my mom and her mom. Its just a family thing we do every time we all get together. I grew up thinking it was completely normal.

29. Do you consider yourself a psychic?

My mom says I used to be. I used to dream about natural disasters before they happened as a kid. I dont think im too good anymore. just empathetic.

30. Do you have a spirit guide? If so, what is it?

I dont think I do. If anything, I do feel a feminine energy? dark (like a shadow, not negative) and watery is the best way I can describe it. But its not a human entity. Just energy.

31. What is something you wish someone had told you when you first started?

That not everyone believes what you do. And its totally okay! Just maybe dont loudly announce your Ouija board antics with your science teacher in middle school.

32. Do you celebrate the Sabbats? If so which one is your favorite?

I havent before, but im going to try to this year

33. Would you ever teach witchcraft to your children?

Absolutely. I want my son to grow up the same way I did around magick. Itll be normal for him.

34. Do you meditate?

Sometimes! its definitely something im trying to do more often.

35. What is your favorite season?

Fall and Spring! Theres so much change

36. What is your favorite type of magick to preform?

Im not sure yet! Ive only just started branching out and actually considering what ive been doing all my life as magick.

37. How do you incorporate your spirituality into your daily life?

Daily affirmations/ protection spells, I manifest me and my sons happiness and safety every day.

38. What is your favorite witchy movie?

I dont think Ive seen any haha

39. What is your favorite witchy book, both fiction and non-fiction. Why?

The Darkest Powers books by Kelly Armstrong. More supernatural (vampires, werewolves, stuff like that) but I loved it growing up.

40. What is the first spell you ever preformed? Successful or not.

Knowingly, a protection spell from someone who had hurt me

41. What’s the craziest witchcraft-related thing that’s happened to you?

Im not sure! I can see auras if i really focus and can tune into someone, so maybe when i saw a family member with a pure black aura? That was freaky

42. What is your favourite type of candle to use?

I dont use candles! Bonfires or fires in fireplaces usually, to burn a paper if needed. Again, I dont trust myself with fire very much.

43. What is your favorite witchy tool?

My crystals and my tarot. They all have vibrations. Everything does but especially those, because im so connected to them

44. Do you or have you ever made your own witchy tools?

I want to! Havent yet

45. Have you ever worked with any magical creatures such as the fea or spirits?

Spirits, yes. I can call on family that Ive known in person for protection. Been doing that as long as i can remember

46. Do you practice color magic?

I used to! i dont really anymore.

47. Do you or have you ever had a witchy teacher or mentor of any kind?

My mom, aunt, and grandma!

48. What is your preferred way of shopping for witchcraft supplies?

Dollar store, thrift store, antique stores (though im always hesitant to use something that belonged to someone else. If there isnt a close emotional attachment, there wont be any noticeable vibrations.

49. Do you believe in predestination or fate?

I think theres a general way that things can happen. More like a decide your fate book. There are multiple options, it just depends on what you choose.

50. What do you do to reconnect when you are feeling out of touch with your practice?

Meditate, or go to the lake.

51. Have you ever had any supernatural experiences?

ohhhh boy. I got stories.

52. What is your biggest witchy pet peeve?

People thinking theyre better bc they have a crap ton of materials, thinking im less than because I visualize easier than with material items.

53. Do you like incense? If so what’s your favorite scent?

I do, I just cant very often. I have a child and very smell sensitive people livingg with me

54. Do you keep a dream journal of any kind?

I rarely ever remember a dream, so no

55. What has been your biggest witchcraft disaster?

Im not sure ive had one yet

56. What has been your biggest witchcraft success?

I havent seen who i dont want to see since protecting myself

57. What in your practice do you do that you may feel silly or embarrassed about?

Everything, haha. I think thats why I enjoy visualizing instead of rituals or verbal stuff.

58. Do you believe that you can be an atheist, Christian, Muslim or some other faith and still be a witch too?

Absolutely!

59. Do you ever feel insecure, unsure or even scared of spell work?

yes, I feel like it //can be// kinda like a genie in a bottle type thing. Itll work, but not without a price.

60. Do you ever hold yourself to a standard in your witchcraft that you feel you may never obtain?

Nope

61. What is something witch related that you want right now?

A cauldron to mix and burn things in haha

62. What is your rune of choice?

I dont know yet! Runes are something Im looking into

63. What is your tarot card of choice?

My birth card, the Tower.

64. Do you use essential oils? If so what is your favorite?

I love lemon and eucalyptus

65. Have you ever taken any kind of witchcraft or pagan courses?

nope!

66. Do you wear pagan jewelry in public?

Nope

67. Have you ever been discriminated against because of your faith or being a witch?

No one that would feel that way knows anything about it

68. Do you read or subscribe to any pagan magazines?

nope

69. Do you think it’s important to know the history of paganism and witchcraft?

Yes. Its like knowing world history and us history, We need to learn from the past.

70. What are your favorite things about being a witch?

I feel powerful, and connected and accepted by nature.

71. What are your least favorite things about being a witch?

having to tiptoe around things around certain people

72. Do you listen to any pagan music? If so who is your favorite singer/band?

Nope! ill have to look into it

73. Do you celebrate the Esbbats? If so, how?

I havent fully figured out what i want to do for the moon cycles yet, but I definitely want to. the moon and water are so closely related

74. Do you ever work skyclad?

No, but i mean.. maybe one day?

75. Do you think witchcraft has improved your life? If so, how?

I feel like i have more control of how im able to use my emotions and feelings

76. Where do you draw inspiration from for your practice?

The energy i talked about before.. It gets more intense and stronger sometimes, and i know i need to put more time and effort into my practice

77. Do you believe in ‘fantasy’ creatures? (Unicorns, fairies, elves, gnomes, ghosts, etc)

no, but i do believe in energy. not ghosts per say but definitely energy

78. What’s your favorite sigil/symbol?

I try to make most of them myself. I have one for protection while driving that i use for me and my boyfriend a lot. And one for the safety of my son.

79. Do you use blood magick in your practice? Why or why not?

Not as of right now. I did bleed onto my tarot cards on accident though..

80. Could you ever be in a relationship with someone who doesn’t support your practice?

Theres a difference between “doesnt understand and doesnt care to” and “fully doest support and refuses to let you practice safely”. I dont mind the first, but wouldnt stay with the second.

81. In what area or subject would you most like your craft to grow?

Reading auras, and tarot. Also just connecting with nature more

82. What’s your favorite candle scent? Do you use it in your practice?

I love fall scents! but no, i dont really use candles

83. Do you have a pre-ritual ritual? (I.e. Something you do before rituals to prepare yourself for them). If so what is it?

Meditate and protect

84. What real life witch most inspires your practice?

My mom honestly lmao. i dont think she views herself as a full witch though.And my aunt

85. What is your favorite method of communicating with deity?

I dont worship dieties. But i like to just be in natural and connect emotionally, nonverbally to this energy Im somehow connected with.

86. How do you like to organize all your witchy items and ingredients?

In this lil wooden box my mom gave me for my birthday to hold the tarot cards my grandma gave me haha.

87. Do you have any witches in your family that you know of?

my mom. aunt, and grandma. I know my grandpas grandma was a voodoo witch too.

88. How have you created your path? What is unique about it?

I havent seen much about nonverbal, mostly mental witchcraft. So i guess thats one unique thing.

89. Do you feel you have any natural gifts or affinities (premonitions, hearing spirits, etc.) that led you toward the craft? If so what are they?

A couple things. Feeling vibrations, the connection to nature, auras, growing up surrounded by it.

90. Do you believe you can initiate yourself or do you have to be initiated by another witch or coven?

I believe you can initiate yourself. I dont feel the need for someone elses validation is i know my connection with nature is real

91. When you first started out in your path what was the first thing or things you bought?

crystals, lmao

92. What is the most spiritual or magickal place you’ve been?

The southern oregon coast. honestly everywhere in oregon feels so alive and vibrating so heavily with energy. The water and the lush greenery is perfection.

93. What’s one piece of advice you’d give someone who is searching for their matron and patron deities?

I have no idea, I dont follow a deity

94. What techniques do you use to ‘get in the zone’ for meditation?

quiet, listen to music i like and that help calm me, slightly cool, a breeze is good. the sound of real water flowing from a lake or ocean. recordings of water dont help me. sometimes white noise if theres too much noise

95. Did visualization come easily to you or did you have to practice at it?

visualization is the easiest thing for me. ive always daydreamed so heavily that itll be like im dreaming with my eyes totally open and tracking.

96. Do you prefer day or night? Why?

early mornings, right as the sun is coming up.

97. What do you think is the best time and place to do spell work?

I like doing spell work before bed, when the moon is bright enough to light up what im doing

98. How did you feel when you cast your first circle? Did you stumble or did it go smoothly?

I dont know if it counts as casting a circle? but i visualize a swirling white ball of energy, starting out like a strawberry size in my hands, and every time i breath in, it gets bigger. Its a protection circle. i learned to do it at like?? 3 years old?

99. Do you believe witchcraft gets easier with time and practice?

Yup!

100. Do you believe in many gods or one God with many faces?

If i had to guess, id say multiple gods/ goddesses. one entity shouldnt have that much power imo.

101. Do you eat meat, eggs and dairy?

Ive been trying to go vegetarian, and i eat minimal eggs and dairy.

102. What is your favorite color and why?

dark, smokey colors. grey, black, dark muted purples, navy, smoky pink.

103. What is the one question you get asked most by non-practitioners or non-pagans? How do you usually respond?

I dont have many people im even slightly into that stuff, let alone a witch. So usually just “how do i cleanse my house? i think its haunted” type stuff

104. Which of your five senses would you say is your strongest?

Feel, haha, physically and emotionally.

105. What is a pagan or witchcraft rule that you preach but don’t practice?

Always properly cleanse new materials, haha

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sideshowdaffy · 7 years

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Chase

Blood runs down David's legs and pools around his feet. One hand is splayed against a wall to support himself, the other clasping the jagged wound on his lower abdomen. He gasps weakly trying to catch his breath. He had just ran for what felt like eternity to save his own life. For all he knew, his pursuer could still be hot on his tail. There was no way at this point that David would be able to escape. After so much blood loss and exertion, he could hardly move.

David could no longer stand even. He falls to the floor and into the gory puddle he created. It's still warm, seeping through his clothes and caking his skin. This was it. He was going to die. Oddly, the thought comforted him. Every day was hell in this world. Separating from Jack had only made it worse. He didn't regret that though. His godfather was the very reason this gruesome place existed to begin with. It made David sick just thinking about how blind he had been. If he had known what Jack was capable of, perhaps he could have prevented all this.

And then again, maybe not. Jack seemed incredibly determined to do whatever it was he was trying to do. Surely if David had interfered with his plans, Jack would have killed him. He was honestly surprised he made it this far when he clearly was in opposition with the man. Did he hold back because David was family? That couldn't be it. After all, he had no problem murdering his wife. Why was he alive then? What purpose could his life possibly serve for Jack?

Dwelling on this now was utterly pointless he realizes. Soon, he will be dead and nothing will matter. Sofia and the others could hopefully find a way out of this nightmare. As unlikely as survival for them was, he held onto the idea that they would nonetheless. At the very least, he hoped they wouldn't be as reckless as he had been. Really, he was such an idiot for approaching that thing earlier. Looking back, his fatal injury was entirely avoidable.

It was his curiosity that screwed him over. He was searching for food at the time when he heard two people arguing. Or so he had thought. The closer he got to the origin of the voices, the more he felt something wasn't quite right. And yet despite his wariness, David had to investigate. He was stubborn that way. When he was near enough, the speaking began to sound familiar. There was a posh, crisp cadence to it, definitely belonging to the Daggert twins.

This was where any sane person would turn back. But David ignored common sense and continued on until he reached a safe spot to eavesdrop from. He crouched low behind a pile of debris, listening to the pair bicker. Unfortunately, it was too unintelligible to make out what they were saying. All he could discern was that one sounded enthusiastic, while the other was irate. Peering around the detritus, David sees either Victor or Irving huddled in a corner, hands covering their face.

That was what did it for him. A warning like a blaring siren fired off in his head and he started to panic. He frantically scanned the area for the second twin, but came up empty. If he couldn't see both of them, there was a chance the other brother would notice him first and not take kindly to being spied on.

David forced himself to calm down, pretending he couldn't feel the frantic drumming of his heartbeat, and considered his options. Waiting it out could work, but only if they left through the fire exit next to them. There was a possibility they would choose to leave the room from David's side instead, in which case he would be seen for sure. However, this accounted solely for the single Daggert he could see in the room, without regard to the twin he couldn't see. There was no helping that. All he could do was pray that the brothers would go together.

Before David could decide on the best course of action though, the decision was taken from him. He had shifted slightly in discomfort from squatting for so long when his knee bumped into the mass of rubble that was his hide out. A small chunk of brick tumbled off the side and landed with a loud thud on the floor. David held his breath in fear and watched as the hunched over doppelganger jerked their head up to stare straight at him.

He stared back and flinched at what he saw. Whether it was Irving or Victor, he couldn't tell. What he could ascertain was that something horribly wrong had happened to them. A giant suture weaved a twisted path down the middle of their face, lips curved into a smile on the left and a grimace on the right. Fresh bruises were littered across the grinning half while the scowling side was free of any blemishes. Normally well groomed, their hair was now disheveled and clothes dirty and torn.

It took all of three seconds for David to take that in and recognize the severity of the situation he was in.

Two more for him to stand up and bolt from the room.

And another two to hear the revving up of a buzzsaw.

That was when time sped up to a tense blur.

David wildly sprinted through a maze of several hallways and doors. His sides began to ache from the strain, but he didn't dare slow his pace. Each step he took was accompanied by many more trailing after him. The racket of a power tool carving up anything in its way made him hurry along quicker.

He glimpsed back at his stalker. Like a rabid animal, drool dripped from the aberration's mouth as it continued to chase him. David whipped his head back around and refocused his efforts to evade the demented twin. Except he hadn't been paying much attention to where he was going, nearly colliding into a wall. He quickly skidded to a halt.

It was a dead end.

“Well, well... what have we here?”

David jumped a little at the words, not expecting the thing to talk to him. He hesitantly turned so he could face the maniac. It cruelly smirked when he met their eyes.

“Ah, I thought it was you”. Watching it speak was like seeing an amateur ventriloquist perform, making it all the more disturbing. “Jack's favorite...hmm, must be nice”.

They stepped closer until David's back hit the wall behind him.

“I mean, it IS his fault we exist...stuck here forever”, it dragged a finger along David's chest and stopped at where his heart would be, “But you, you're special. You aren't fucked like the rest of us. You mean something to him”.

“I don't know if you noticed, but Jack isn't with me. I left him”, David seethed, shoving the thing's hand off him, “So, if you're gonna kill me-” He doesn't get a chance to finish his retort. Raw pain spread throughout his midsection, wholly interrupting what he was going to say. David blinked then glanced down at the dark crimson stain blooming on his white shirt. Gawking, he clutched his waist in disbelief. He has to narrowly dodge another strike from the buzzsaw before pushing his assailant away and breaking into a mad dash.

A mix of shock and terror numbed any agony David might have felt from the deep laceration. He would have been grateful for this if he were conscious of anything other than remaining alive. The awareness he did experience was fleeting as his mind drifted in and out of reality; he desperately tried to survive one moment, then relived playing hide-and-seek with Jack when he was little in the next.

Eventually he stumbled upon an open ventilation shaft and wedged himself inside. David waited a beat for the twin(s) to run by, but they never did. Maybe they lost him. Even so, he wasn't about to stay there and find out.

He crawled out the other side of the vent then immediately winced. The industrial-sized kitchen was much brighter than the dim corridors he had grown accustomed to, causing him to squint in order to see.

This is when he became cognizant of all the blood virtually spilling from his body.

And this is where he was now, ironically dying in a place containing what he sought to begin with.

Hunger was nothing compared to the current torture he suffered. It truly was a blessing to have not felt it earlier as it was the worst trauma he has ever endured. David accepts his fate, figuring he shouldn't linger over the past anymore.

What's done is done.

A distraction is needed, so he settles for counting the rotted tiles on the ceiling. He makes it up to thirteen when the creaking of a door cuts his tally short. David curses his lack of precaution. Of course in his present state it made sense that he'd neglect to check the room for other entrances. But if he was going to die, he wanted to do so alone on his own terms, damn it.

He grits his teeth in anticipation and keeps an eye on the quivering door knob ten feet from him. It appeared that whoever was trying to get inside was having trouble opening the door. Which is strange, David thinks, since the thing hunting him could simply hack their way through.

There is a sudden bang and the wood encircling the handle of the door splinters. The explosive noise startles David so much he involuntarily bites his tongue.

“Fuck”, he hisses quietly, the swear befitting the affliction as well as the circumstance.

His sore tongue is all but forgotten when the destroyed entryway swings open, revealing the last person he wants to see:

Jack.

Fuck, David mentally reiterates, not him. Anyone but him.

“David?”

He refuses to acknowledge him by closing his eyes and not responding. An intense desire to disappear consumes him.

“Holy shit, Davie. What the bloody hell happened to ya?”, Jack asks with blatant worry. He holsters his gun before approaching him and stooping down to access the damage. His customary smile is replaced with a frown when he finds the source of the bleeding.

“Leave me alone”, David croaks. He can feel his cheeks burn with embarrassment. This reminded him far too much of how Jack would react when he hurt himself as a kid. He wasn't a child anymore and he didn't need Jack's concern nor help.

“No can do, precious”, he pokes at David's gash which earns him a whimper followed by a pitiful attempt to push him away. Jack laughs, amused by the resistance. “If you keep struggling like that, you'll only bleed out faster...and we don't want that, now do we?”

“I don't care”.

Jack rolls his eyes. David could be so difficult sometimes. “Look, you ain't dying on my watch, so if you're gonna make this hard for me, I'll have to knock ya out”.

David glares at Jack. He didn't like the idea of being unconscious and at the mercy of his godfather. There really wasn't much of a choice. “Fine”, he relaxes, letting his body go limp, “I'll behave myself”.

The sarcastic quip makes Jack chuckle. He loved it when David got smart with him. “That's a good boy”, he praises, knowing it will do nothing but irk David. Jack is rewarded with a dirty look from the sulky teenager. He beams from ear to ear in return. “Okay then, let's have a look-see”.

Suddenly, there are fingers in David's lesion, digging around inside him. The unexpected sensation of being scissored open is nauseating. Bile rises in his throat, but he holds it back. “What are you-”, David gasps and swallows, “doing?”

“I've gotta see how bad it is, don't I?”, Jack replies, as if it's the most obvious thing in the world. The man could feign not being a sadist all he wants, but there was no denying he derives some sick pleasure from hurting David. And, if he was completely honest, David believes he deserves it. This is why he doesn't bother to protest any further. “Ah, fuck. It's worse than I thought”.

The abrupt removal of Jack's fingers leaves David feeling empty. A small part of him misses their presence and he hates himself for how fucked up that is. “H-how bad is it?”

“Well...”, Jack runs a blood soaked hand through his hair, collecting his thoughts, “to put it bluntly, stitches won't do shit”.

“Oh”. So that was it then. David was done for. He isn't an expert on emergency medical treatment, but he knows there isn't much else they could do unless they went to a hospital. Finding one in this place was certainly possible, although without a doctor it was useless. “Why not?”

To illustrate a point, Jack picks up a glass from one of the counters and hurls it at the floor. The cup shatters on impact.“Imagine trying to fix this with cheap glue”, he gathers up a handful of shards, sifting the fragments between his fingers, “Sure, you could piece it back together, but-”

“For fuck's sake, Jack, I don't need a clever analogy”, David interjects. The excessive and overtly impulsive demonstration had irritated him. He could not fathom why Jack was choosing to be showy at a time like this. “Give it to me straight”.

“Aww, you're no fun...”, Jack pouts. He lets the broken glass fall from his palm. There are pinpricks of blood where the sharp bits pierced his skin. “Alright, princess, I'll humor you”. His expression becomes serious. “Stitching you up would take too long and by then you'd be dead. Luckily, I know of another way to stop the bleeding”.

“And that is?”

“I'm not gonna lie, Davie. You won't like it”.

“Jack-”

“I have to cauterize the wound”.

David frowns in confusion. “Ca-tuh-what-now?”

“Really?”, Jack quirks a brow, “With all those books you read, I'm surprised you don't know that word. I'm a little disappointed, actually...”

“Do I look like a fucking dictionary to you, Jack?!”, David fumes. His patience for the older man is wearing dangerously thin.

“Whoa, take it easy, tiger! I was only messin' with ya”, Jack can't help but crack a smile and snicker a little at David's expense. “Anyway, all you need to know is that it'll hurt like hell”.

David sighs. Their conversation will drag on forever if he keeps asking questions. Jack would continue to make a game of it by beating around the bush until David bled to death. He has to put an end to this. “Whatever, just do it already”.

“Aye aye, captain!”, Jack mock salutes. He swiftly pivots around on his heel to face the many cabinets and drawers and begins rummaging through them at random. Muttering to himself as he roots, the clattering of bottles can soon be heard and Jack pulls out one containing a clear alcohol. “You're gonna need this”, he smirks, tapping the bottle with his index finger. Jack makes to throw it at David to catch before thinking better of it and handing it to him instead.

“Why?”, David asks, examining the bottle in his left hand, while his right continues to try and stem the flow of the blood from his injury. He was a little stunned that Jack hadn't made him a makeshift tourniquet or something, but he knew enough to know he needed to put pressure on it. Now realizing he should have been more specific with his question, lest Jack ramble on again, David amends his prior inquiry. “Nevermind, just- do I drink it or what?”

“Geez, you're joking, right? Duh, you drink it, silly. If you wanna dull the pain, that is”, Jack returns to his search, his back to David, “Of course, we'll need some for disinfectant as well, so don't drink the whole thing, kiddo”.

David's stomach clenches and that queasy feeling from earlier comes back. Jack knows all too well that David hates the taste of alcohol, yet here he is offering that as the only option. He supposes the place didn't have a first aid kit though and any pain reliever pills won't be as fast acting. His reflection in the bottle stares back at him with disgust as he shakily uncorks it and downs a hefty portion of the liquor in haste.

Instantly coughing and sputtering, David tries not to gag at the foul flavor, giving himself a second to breath before drinking some more. He puts the alcohol down and wipes the remnants from his mouth. Jack stares at him with wide eyes. “What?”, David snaps, although it comes out more like a muted slur. His head starts to swim and the room around him is spinning topsy-turvy.

“Fuck, Davie, you didn't need to drink that much!”, Jack laughs uncontrollably, the situation too funny for him to contain it. Even with everything whirling about in a dizzying way, David could still tell that Jack was currently holding a rather large knife; a glowing red-hot one at that.

“Jack, what-”, he can't speak any further, a fresh wave of nausea hitting him. He closes his eyes tight and wills it to pass. Vomiting now would only make this predicament worse. When he opens them, David finds Jack kneeling at his side with the sharp blade.

“Don't get the wrong idea, sweetheart. I ain't gonna stab ya”, Jack cackles a bit at the thought then remembers he forgot something, “Ah, crap. Hold this, will you?”. He gives the knife to David whom attempts to hold it upright until his arm weakly falls to the floor. Jack notices and promptly fixes the position of the knife so it won't burn David, tutting as he does so in mock annoyance. He then retrieves a handkerchief from his vest and douses it with liquor. The smell of it makes David wrinkle his nose and back away in revulsion. “Come on, I told you we'd use this as disinfectant, didn't I? Stop being a baby”. Jack grabs him by his shirt and pulls him forward, gently removing David's own hand from his wound. The hand comes away sticky and wet with blood.

David braces himself, clutching Jack's shoulders and gritting his teeth. “Do it”, he murmurs, head bowed down. Complying to the request, Jack wipes the wound thoroughly with the damp cloth, causing David to groan and tighten his grip on the older man.

“There we go, that wasn't so bad, was it?”, Jack smiles and ruffles David's hair affectionately, “Now for the best- er, I mean the worst part. Ya ready, kid?” David reluctantly nods. Jack reclaims the knife from David's grasp. “Oh yeah, ya might wanna bite down on this”, he says, giving David a few seconds to do so with the wooden spoon he hands him. Then, without any real warning, he lowers the heated kitchen utensil and presses it flush against David's injury.

The pain is instantaneous and excruciating. Nothing he experienced beforehand could even come close to what he feels now. It was like someone was gutting him with a burning torch, his skin sizzling from the heat. He spits the wooden spoon out and cries, burying his face in Jack's chest. When the knife is taken away and Jack whispers soothingly, he isn't even aware of it, the world going dark as he blacks out.

#my writing #original story #original characters #blood #gore #fatal injury #cauterization #swearing #alcohol #this is also on ao3 and fictionpress #i know its crap but im working on improving my writing #not like anyone is even gonna read this #but please let me know if i need to tag something triggering #id really hate to upset anyone #i put most of this under a read more though so hopefully that's warning enough #enjoy #psychological horror

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septnautical · 5 years

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Meet the Authors: Juri!

1) What's your name?

Juri was the nickname I was gifted on here. My full username is JurassicRaptorCat. Im also known as TJ!

2) Who are you?

The co-author of Sepnautical. Uuuh. I'm just a blogger here on Tumblr stumbling her way through fandoms.

3) How did Septnautical start?

From pain. No seriously I was getting ready for kidney stone surgery cause one had blocked up my kidney and Huffle drew Jackie as a reaper and I flipping loved it so I messaged her asking what the other boys would be and we both plotted and planned from there. If you saw those beginning notes of Septnautical you'd be astounded at how much has changed. Huffle only found out later that I was high as a kite off of painkillers from surgery. It was an entertaining conversation.

4) Who's your favorite Septnautical boy?

Crap. Um. I LOVE THEM ALL! I think I would have to maybe choose Schneep in the end. He’s such a perfect boy in this AU.

5) What was your favorite story to write?

Sound of Silence by far was my favorite story to write. Just gah! I'm sorry Jamie but your pain was needed. And with one of my favorite creatures in Septnautical to! I listened to Crabsquid sounds on repeat the entire time I wrote that story. Trust me it was a trip.

6) What is your favored genre to write?

I actually kinda prefer adventure stories. I don't know but something about writing that is the best to me. Of course fluff is a close second. Helps balance out Huffle with her angst.

7) What are some strengths of yours in writing?

Hm I'd have to say some strengths I have are speaking sections. They're something I've always struggled with and beginning of 2018 I decided I was gonna work to improve them. I feel like I've come a long way in terms of that.

8) What are some weaknesses?

Definitely scene building. I really need to work on that and having characters convey emotion without outright saying it. It's a long road to improvement but heck if I did it my speaking scenes I can do it for this!

9) How has Sepnautical impacted you?

I've met so many great people! I dabbled in puzzles. Its helped my writing and creativity! It's slightly helping with my phobia of the ocean. Yeah that's a thing...the co-author of Septnautical has a major fear of the ocean….

But I’m really proud of how far this blog has come! It’s like a huge milestone for both Huffle and I. Like look at our little baby blog all grown up and holding a whump ton of angst in it! I couldn’t be prouder!

10) Any hints for us about upcoming projects for Sepnautical?

We have a whole new arc for the boys planned out so keep an eye out! I'm also gonna dust off and eventually bring back Breakwater once I figure out a better plot for it. Poor thing didn’t get enough love from me that it deserved but I have some ideas for it to bring it back better than ever! Huffle and I are talking about a few other smaller projects in the works so expect lots of lovely things in the future!

#juri #huffleart #q&a #jurassicraptorcat #meet the authors

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yuissamidare · 5 years

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@codes i think i may have put this on my artblog but... Here

i guess ill start w ichi bc i always forget about him somehow like i always come up short when im making lists and im like 'oh wait shit yeah that guy’ bc im stupid n i only think of fishing trio + choro. I’m an Idiot. idk i never thought too hard on ichi bc i so rarely think about him but he looks so high its really funny i said this on main but he looks like my friend when he decided to try a weed gummy bear then started babbling about hentai then watched to watch porn with me but got mad all the intro scenes are a billion years long and started ranting about the industry but now that i think about it he looks like someone who used to send me weird shit when he was high like bad pick up lines about body parts i wish i didnt have

and thats so funny that its Ichimatsu who looks like that but also proof that hes high. but anyway!! hes really cute and im mad hes boutta ruin my reputation for my complete and utter lack of care and interest in him no matter what im mad. my friend gwyn said 'Sp lubing us up for the fuckening that is the reason why Ichi is sad in present day’ im really curious at the change like if hes trying a fake it till you make it type thing bc really emotionally exhausted or if hes just genuinely having a good time or hes puttin on a front since like. nails who stand get hammered down right??? just gotta do your best n Never Relax n i can relate to all that. but uhhh old hcs i guess

in kun ichi was the most serious! really smart but just as bad w school as the rest of them apparently but!! yeah so id think that!! ichis that guy who participates in class discussion constantly and is always willing to debate the readings, but turns in sloppy papers with typos and no a coherency or stucture or anything. he’s A+ in participation but has an average of 60% on most of the written assignments with points knocked bc of lateness then more bc its A Mess. you could ask about the prompts for one of his papers, he could babble about his position on it complete with paragraphs and footnotes but like the day before its due hes playing rpgs and watching horror movies.

his classmates think hes so smart n so intimidating. the family knows hes a hot mess. the teachers tell him he has a lot of potential but they don’t think hes applying himself. all are right. also he doesnt cheat or let people cheat off of him since hes always been about rules and boundaries and Rightness n he n jyushi were the only ones who Minded Themselves in kun

uhh jyushi!! let me talk about schoolwork again bc yeah i love jyushi so so so so much and thinking of him in a school environment is so weird i thought about it a lot n i thought about it him in kun n san and Woah!! i really really love delinquent jyushi, bc when i saw that i was like 'huh! that fits actually!!’ i love that like him and choro flip flopped completely from what i thought. his school must be so cold theyre too cheap to afford heating in the winter and in summer the acs Blast. he was so Shy and quiet and he cried and he liked to sing so i always thought that when he participated in chorus festivals hes always like right in front!! he hums a lot in class and also moves around alot bc he actually like school and people like primary trio are the types that make friends often. i wasnt supposed to talk about this yet whoops.

unlike ichi who relatively neat despite everything but has shit notes, jyushis notes are amazing and understandable and utterly illegible.

theyre covered in doodles, arrows and lines leading every which way, different colors but not like color coded n theyre not in order by date, but he opens to a random page every time yet somehow always seems to know where to find each lesson. he writes footnotes and caveats and corrections and criticisms of the teachers and random thoughts and just smears ink everywhere. sometimes his notes are on a completely different subject. the notebook itself is a horrifying mess, the front and back covers both covered in drawings and designs and falling apart, random papers shoved between the pages, coming apart at the seams, covered in stains of unknown origin. assignments are full of emoticons and informal language, and they always manage to make his teachers feel like hes smarter than they are (most likely). he does his projects the minute theyre assigned, and is finished a minute later so can talk to his friends. he loved school.

sophie told me once about how she thought was Like That was bc one of his main concerns is that he thought he had nothing that made him Jyushi n in kun she said he might have been the one who was the most concerned about having a distinctive personality and i talked about how that sorta carried over san and how he always blended in bc of how gentle and soft and push-overy he was. he was actually the and most gullible and weakest in kun so i was like :0 when i saw that and intentionally did stuff like only carry 14 yen in his pockets to be quirky but it always sorta fell flat and he was still invisible so i was like hmmmmm. and i can see how he couldve toughened up and thinking of this now!! i love that. oh im so happy. this is so much better than i ever couldve imagined ever.

totty…. i do not think he was very popular or good at school. i think he’s very decent at schoolwork but he never put much effort into it. just copies whats on the board but if the class runs out of allotted lesson time n he couldnt finish his work he just didnt do it like cram schools a pain in the ass. if he put effort hed be a star student but he just craps out whatever since hes was the laziest!! oh but something i noticed was that him and jyushi would play together often since sometime he felt overwhelmed by karamatsu a lot. also hes the money thief and scammer its great kun todo is so good. he gets shy and flustered easy too!!

but uhh yeah!! depending on the day im always like 'zaimoku love each other so much they are best friends and the perfect other halves!!’ then im like 'these mofos hate each other what the fuck is this trainwreck’ did you see their shitty small talk in the horse episode. what was that. like they are genuinely trying to communicate and are pretty easy with each other but they have nothing to say. its like when youre having a boring day at school and theres nothing to talk about with an acquaintance so you just look at the walls and go 'have you ever noticed how stupid these posters are’ then you both start reading posters aloud but you both know its not that funny and youre just doing it to waste time but you still enjoy their company you just dont want silence. thats their relationship. and i think they are just very similar in very different ways and like. the key things that make them both similar and different and the same fuck them up (like suiriku!! theyre both really similar even if it doesn’t seem like it at first which is why their compatibility in the relationship chart was so low in s1, but i saw a lot of improvement in both of their behaviours and their communication and honestly. s2 was worth it for that sophie was so happy to see her faves get along) like sometimes when you look in the mirror all the things you see are the things you dont like about yourself instead of what makes you wonderful and unique. also i didnt mean to talk about this but i guess i am.

but yeah. totty is bitter n resentful at kara during hs n karas more confused and upset at tottys behaviour in their twenties n thats bc like i said. theyre dumb. karamatsu!! i think was actually pretty popular in highschool n had a good amount of friends - i genuinely think theatre kids are well liked bc i literally know everyone in my department and im friends w a good amount of people and im not even That extroverted. my actual extrovert friends know everyone in the school by name and everyone in my department is so nice even though theres a lot of bitchiness and drama its not as bad as w other humanities studies (jesus christ humanity students outside of theatre are a hot mess.)

uh yeah n that ultimately makes totty feel a bit… betrayed? karamatsu is his partner! theyre supposed to be there for eachother! kara’s the first one to branch out, get friends etc etc and todomatsus left behind bc hes always the one playimg follow the leader and he breaks out of that once they graduate - he grows up resenting karamatsu slightly though he still cares. but this time Hes the one cancelling plans to hang out with friends instead. my friend katie put it best when, in response to me telling them this, they sent me:

'kara: totty you have so many friends now. We barely see you anymore.

totty, applying chapstick: well, I learned it from the best.’

when i told them about it. but at the time gwyn and i were babbling about possibilities and different storylines and how theres a possiblity the movie might break down into three manageable plotlines n she gave zaimoku 'popularity’ and this was me throwing out ideas but honestly. Good. (aha, the end of this scenario ended up with todo throwing hands and shoulder checking someone outside a window and then getting removed from the premise n hanging with atsushi all night after) why am i on this. shit what happened here.

uhh but yeah totty is Def someone with learned behaviours rather than being a natural extrovert honestly just look at him hes an introverted mess masquerading as a decent human being and i know full well how people like that are bc some of them have been my best friends for years n seein the new hs promos solidifies that fact bc look at him. Crybaby. He is Miniscule. A Child.

then its 'delinquent who looks like an honour student’ choro. i never studied him until sophie started liking choro n since i love sophie i wanted to take an interest in him too. n i started to think very hard about him! then gwyn planted this in me n its taken root and im just never not gonna think its great. yall see his shitty gokudo impression what a bossy lil shit. he pulled a whip on kara once and it was mad funny but also Gwyns Big Evidence for him just being the absolute worst not like a casually skips class type but a Choro was a legit a bully and really mean n sabatoged other classmates to make him look like he was 100% That Bitch. maybe not him being Mean and cruel but just an asshole who bums around, is something i really like that one a lot its been one of my faves since gwyn n i started talking about it but i just!! have a ton of other things too!!

hes a lot like karamatsu in that theyre both stupid and weird and embarrassing and they put on airs but they also!! dont try!! they talk so big and such high goals n expectations and they dont do shit bc they have so much hubris but i always talk about them bc suiriku is sophies Beloved so ill like. Not. but he acts like he’s better than all of them n forces the role of the straight man on himself because he wants to be seen as the responible, level headed one even if hes just. So Much.

i think the movies calling back to how touchy feely and clingy he was in kun and adding on to how jyushis a delinquent and kara… Is Like That he’ll be around them the most bc jyushi might either be really protective or push him away and then they do something to mend their relationship later on or hell cling to kara and they just. grow apart. sticking to my hc until the end bitches. oh.

for choro… personally!! i thought hed be a slacker instead of a delinquent but not in the way totty slacked - totty was lazy n knew the work but didnt want to put in effort but choro just. Doesnt. choro has so much energy all the time and choro Can Not deal with school situations. bc like… you always hear people say that studying is meant to be done at the desk, silently, no distractions what so ever!! focus on notes and nothing else!! ise a highlighter but dont use it too much!! make your notes legible but you only have five minutes before the board gets erased!! review!!! look at your notes or youll die! take breaks bit dont take too long and honestly. listen. kun choro wouldnt be able to stand that shit and id think hed just think he was doing it The Wrong Way n he just wasnt meant to do it.

he doesnt like quiet classrooms!! he cant study like that and hell get distracted. he cant sit still n thats why totoko broke up w him in the beer ad and why hes just Everywhere in kun!! hes understimulated and its just Ugh! you know??? he’ll fidget w his pens until he breaks them or hum or tap his foot and annoy everyone or leave for the bathroom at least three times a class just to get up and move.

eventually he just. gives up even though hes super smart he like, stops caring bc if you dont care to understand material then you wont have to read and read and reread and rereread something to get it! classes just make everything uncomphrehensible and makes any idea he may have sublimate into nothing. but he can work on the trains and the buses! he needs something kenetic to get him moving and trains n shit always have enough going on to work with, just like with home!! chorochoro motherfuckers. he works much better moving forward, ironic as that is. he feels sorta set apart from every thing like hes behind some big plane of glass doing everything wrong and being all set apart from everything. eventually he takes to acting like a real fussy mom to avoid his own problems and help everyone else out even though hes annoying and even when he graduates but it gets Worse bc then figures out how much!!! he fucked up!! then he kicks himself into high gear n still cant do shit. ahh.

its illegal for me to talk about choukei bc i talk about them so much and im always being annoying n typing stupid essays about them bc theyre… my faves.. But this is so long…

it actually makes me super happy that he kara acne he still can be really fighty and he cries and he still does stupid impulsive shit for others and even though hes really sweet and caring is still an utter monster and fucking mess of a person. love him. i always like to think his shittymatsu nickname came from iyami n it just morphed from there bc in 66 you can hear iyami calling him specifically garbage. ive always been glad they kept his sewing hobby too. ahh, actually from what i see hes pretty similarities to kun so i wonder when he decided to air out that teremity. idk what to say about him that i havent in tottys section. he just Feels like someone who had a good support group and nice friends bc of how hes able to move in the world. kara feels like some whos doing their growing up in their twenties bc highschool came easy to them and now theyre just really struggling with the real world. like i shouldve expected softboy hs kara and i appreciate him very much!! i talk about choukei a lot bc they were the first characters that spoke so i immediately attached myself to them n i talk about karamatsu Specifically but im not sure i ever mentioned how much i appreciated how smart and cautious hes proved himself to be time and time again, like how hes the only one to point out totokos fish shtick aint doing her favours or how he was the first one to notice osos irritation n how you can pick out his voice warning jyushi to calm down in the bg of 24 or how in the comedian episode he was ready to take Notes from iyami and a lot of other small things!!

i would think hes actually a bit more serious n calm in hs and san is him amping up traits that drew people to him in hs and it backfiring on kara spectacularly - kara is always gauging people and their reactions and acting in a way he believes will get something positive, but at the same time is utterly oblivious when it comes to actually Getting them n i talked about the girls on the bridge but this is also prevalent with ichi who kara just. Doesnt Get and can not figure out how to maneuver their relationship. like oso, kara is and elder brother!! and elder brothers have an image theyre supposed to uphold, but while kara acts the part he doesnt do the shit a big brother does and shrugs that responsibility off on oso until oso fucks up until s2, where they share the role more evenly and his relationship with ichi improves but this is another essay entirely. what im trying to get with that is that hyperfocus on what other people think of him, but his complete disregard when it comes to their actual reaction and instead what he wants their reactions to be would also greatly impact him transtioning from a teen to an adult im sorry im getting sloppy now

osomatsu… i really adore him too much and i understand how totty felt in their episode bc i also lent my phone to a friend who needed to desperately jack it before meeting new people n i talk about him a whole lot too. hes mean and an asshole and garbage n i know a lot of people find him plain n boring but idk. i dont think thats the case hes a really complexed n nuanced character n hes literally has always been way back from kun n thats expected from a main character but… hes always been mean n dumb n sly and he can get so pathetically vunerable and thats literally!! him. hes a normal dude nothing wrong with that n it can be real refreshing. n i suppose im so fond of fishing trio+choro bc they remind me of my friends. but yeah even if hes 'plain’ i dont see why thats a bad thing. n this they always have the most interesting body language like despite kara being So Much his body language was always closed off n singled him out as everything But exuberant and bright, and osos quirks like how he stands on his toes a lot had always been so cute… its relaxed and open n screams Talk To Me!!!!

ahh but i always end up thinking oso was. oso??? theres not much to say that i havent before but i do think that he was a lot more like he was in episode 2 when ranting to chibita about having shitty brothers and then actively Chose to be a good brother even if he wasnt a good person and be a stable rock and be someone they could all come back to at the end of the day. and hes good at math im never letting this die.

#now im sleepy fmxbfbc #mbbbaf #i didnt talk about oso much im ao tired

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Hey,really out of the blue,sorry,but do you have any tips how to keep drawing when im never even remotely happy with what i draw?I get the urge to draw something all the time but when i have a pencil in hand and a paper in front of me i just freeze,i get so terrified because i know its not gonna come out the way i want it to so i just dont,i dont draw anymore even though i want to,and i want to improve my art and do things but i just cant get over the wall. Sorry to bother, feel free to ignore

// So the first thing to remember is that you are DEFINITELY not the only one.Art is hard, especially when you're not happy with what you're doing. I feel that way a LOT. Another thing to keep in mind is that a bad drawing never killed anyone.Sometimes you have to make a schedule for yourself... one you get past those first couple of hurdles of thinking "this sucks," it becomes a lot easier.I'm not saying you have to be proud of everything you do. In fact, it's the complete opposite. For every good drawing you do, there will be about 100 fuck ups. There's this strange expectation we put on ourselves that everything we do has to be good, and honestly it's an unrealistic expectation.What you CAN do, however, is just get into the habit of forcing yourself to do it... even if it's just a few doodles a week.What I do is I have specific characters I'll doodle as a warmup... they're my go-to guys. Kid, Killer, Heat, and Wire are four of them... But I also have my own character, Muffler, that I'll use.These become go-tos for trying out new things or getting back into the swing of drawing. They're characters/things/whatever that you eventually feel comfortable enough drawing from memory and can draw anywhere.The biggest thing is creating a no-judgement zone for yourself. If you don't feel comfortable drawing, you won't. Simple as that. Once you allow yourself to mess up, or make some bad drawings, it becomes more like second nature. Every drawing you make is a step towards bettering your skill. Think of it as a tool, not a finished product. If you get frustrated, don't tear out the page and throw it away or scribble it out. Turn the page or go to a blank area and start again. Allow each drawing to breathe and exist, even if it looks like crap to you. You never know if it might spark an idea at a later point in time, and even if it doesn't, it becomes a record of how far you've progressed... and trust me, you want those.I understand how difficult letting go of that judgement can be. It's similar to writing- just allow yourself to vomit images onto a page first. Don't go into anything thinking, "This is the end-all-be-all, and will be a completed image." Life doesn't really work that way. I'll sometimes redraw sketches for asks three times before I finally go, "fuck it- good enough."The finished pieces will come later, and chances are you won't even recognize it when it's a solid work of art until like... a week after you force yourself to be done with it... especially because, as artists, we're forced to stare at the damn thing until we drive ourselves crazy.Learning when to call something done was also really difficult for me. What I started doing was, once I got to a point where I would make changes and then immediately erase them/try to fix them, I called it done. I'll leave you with something my mentor told me about a year ago:Art for me is not a passion. I don't LOVE making art. In fact, most of the time I'll look at something I've done and go, "wow this is garbage."Art is an addiction. I don't do it because I like it... I do it because I HAVE to. If I go too long without drawing, I feel physically (and mentally) ill. I get depressed and restless. It's these times when it's even harder to pick it back up again. Sometimes I wish I could be content working at a computer for a company. Unfortunately, that's just not how my brain is programmed.But sometimes you just get the strength to push through that block, and you will make some pretty incredible stuff eventually. It just a lot of mental gymnastics and a WHOLE lot of understanding and allowing yourself to make those 100 bad drawings before you make that one good one.You'll get there, I promise. It sometimes just takes looking at things from a different perspective.

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GO ARA Korean dramas fan review

caution: i am a hideous writer, its a clumsy English so please do understand in your own way

I spend almost a 2 weeks to know her better, from March 23 up to now Tuesday April 16. Why?

I saw her on Facebook, in a video link shared by another fan. It was a scene from “Miss Hammurabi” where Judge Im Bareum met his first love after 10 years. Guess who? *spoiler haha

I thought back then “she’s beautiful” but i didn't care because another thought said “if you continue to be curious about Korean dramas again you will loose your mind AGAIN” and so i did.

Yes I did. I did listen to my second thought.

I ignored “Miss Hammurabi” but my mind controlled my hand, get a pen and write in memo pad to remind myself to watch this TV series no matter how long it takes.

Months and months came but i didn't get the opportunity to see this show until i was cleaning my stuff and that reminder was on my garbage. I almost throw that small paper and read it. It was still written there. ( #dramatic)

I need to convince myself to watch this drama so i made a few research about Ms. Ara. She looks different when she was young. I was wondering if she had a plastic surgery? Her transformation was really good.

I don’t know where to start after i saw all the info about her. It seems all dramas are interesting. The truth is my eyes focus only on her hazel eyes. How beautiful that face of her with those two window of the soul.

I realized “why not begin with Miss Hammurabi?” (2018)

rate: 8 out 10

acting: she tried her best but her facial mannerism are always there

chemistry with L oppa: rational, calm haha

writer: nice idea to share some true stories about what was it like to be a Judge

Opinion: The adaption was OK. I love her character look (with eye glass), playing piano, reading books, acting smart, wildly fearless, a loving heart and pointing out that she’s a human too (She has her weaknesses).

Reply 1994 (2013)

rate: 9/10

acting: I think Na jeung has traits which was very similar to Ms. Ara. She played it so well like she wasn't acting anymore. It was natural.

writer: 90′s are not so new, the thing about the story was, it has consistency and sense of direction.

Opinion: what make this unique was that the production did, making it so real as much as possible like having the old materials they come up with. I love the friendship. I love the Love stories. I love trash oppa and how he take care of na jeung. I love the whole family in that shinchon boarding house.

The Magician Movie 2015

rate: 8/10

acting: the character was a sad type of person. She was a princess with a tragic life . I think she has to work on her mannerisms specifically her facial expressions.

chemistry with yoo seung ho: OK, it was cute

writer/ production: good.

You're all surrounded 2014

rate: 7/10

acting: She needs improvement(like separation of her personality with her roles). She has to choose her projects wisely.

chemistry with lee seung-gi: strange, it was lacking something.

writer/ production: its not harsh to speak the truth, its a crap

Phantom detective 2016

rate: 7/10

acting: I like her dress and make ups and being the boss. That’s all.

Hwarang 2016

rate: 6/10

acting: same scenario

chemistry with park seo-joon: why don’t they kiss properly?

writer/production: another crap.

comment: this show is full gorgeous men. I love their hairdo.

Black 2017

rate: 8/10

acting: she needs to be aware of herself.

chemistry with Mr. Song Seung-heon: mild

writer: It wasn't develop that much. I didn't expect joon is the grim reaper 444 that means the story has something to say.

production: it was ok.

last word

I envy her for having handsome partners. Based from my observation she is a conservative type of women from the way she dressed herself up. I think shes hilarious. She loves crazy hell of dancing.

As I said she has to change something. Take Villain roles, a real comedy, or something really serious type of character like a politician, a business class women, or an elegant one. May be a woman having an affair haha. I Love her new character in Haechi.

#go ara #Actress #korean drama #philippines #fan #english #language

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