#may or may not be keeping a log of my music experience in the tags lmaooo
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To/for all fanfic readers and writers, with lots of love ❤️:
Hey friends 💗 so, as many of you already know, a lot of fans (many of them fanfic writers) have been leaving tumblr lately and our community has been affected by a lot of negativity and stress for the compounding effects of multiple reasons. Though this is by no means the ONLY reason, fanfic writers have recently dealt with a lot of undue hate, unnecessary drama, and not enough appreciation.
Writers don’t only write for validation. HOWEVER, the experience and practice of writing comes with a lot of feelings of inadequacy and imposter syndrome. Moreover, writing is primarily a mode of connection. Al of art is. People who write, paint, make music, build stuff…we all do so as ways to express ourselves and connect with others. And getting to share what you write at the end of the writing process adds a layer of meaning to what you do that wouldn’t otherwise exist if you just saved it in a little folder somewhere on your device. So, when writers feel more stress and drama than appreciation, support, or any sign that the connection they reached out for has been made, it naturally makes us question what we do.
It pains me (and I know so may of my mutuals share this sentiment) to see so many talented and beautiful souls leave the fandom space because the culture of community and support that used to be here is no longer inclusive of everyone. It seems, these days, every time I log on, I’m seeing more and more mutuals saying that they’re going to leave, take a long break, or stop posting. I don’t know about you all, but I know I speak both, as a reader, and a writer, when I say that other people leaving is not good for them, for me, or for anyone who loves this fandom and this community.
What can we do about this?
Writers:
Hello my babies ❤️ I love you all. I see you all.
PLEASE OH PLEASE KEEP WRITING.
You’re doing amazing. You are the glue that holds this community together. You make art. Inspire conversations. Stir other people’s imaginations.
Art produces art. I started posting on here because I read the writing of other talented people on here that MADE ME want to start doing it.
Whether you write little blurbs, take request, writer multi-chapter, long, thousand + word fics, or just concepts; whether you write smut, fluff, angst….whatever it is that you do, you are valid. Important. Needed. Necessary.
When the inevitable “hiatus” occurs or even in between shows….who do you think this fandom depends on for keeping the energy alive? Writers.
Writing can be a lonely and self-loathing experience. We need each other. Reach out to other writers. Lift them up. Support them.
Share your work with one another. Discuss. Fangirl. Celebrate yourselves and each other. No, no, no ,no!! I heard that. I heard that sneaky voice in the back of your head telling you that you don’t have the right to call yourself a writer or to celebrate cuz you’re not even that good. FUCK THAT SHIT. YES YOU DO. YES YOU ARE.
Readers
Y’all are so so so special. ❤️ yes we write to entertain ourselves. Yes we do it cuz it’s fun. But when I tell you that there is no greater joy to me than reading y’all’s thoughts in the tags when you reblog, or seeing your comments or asks….literally means more to me than anything.
Do NOT let anyone make you feel bad or guilty about enjoying fanfiction.
If you like a fic, engage with it. Like, comment, reblog, reach out to the writer and let them know that you liked it.
Bonus points if you let them know WHAT you liked about it. I promise you, you’ll have that talented and slutty and sweet mf kicking screaming twirling their hair and smiling for the rest of the day if you tell them you enjoyed what they wrote.
You are never bothering us. We never get tired of your kindness. It’s never repetitive. It’s never meaningless. Any time that you say something, your comment will pop into our head when we next question whether or keep going or not.
Sooooo….what do we do about this?
I encourage you, whether you’re a new writer or a writer with a platform, please don’t stop because some childish killjoys with inferiority complexes wanna take your shine away. Post your work. Enjoy the unique pleasures of making art outside of the structures of capitalist consumption. Nobody is paying you for this. Nobody is estimating the value of your worth and trying to market your labor. Do you know how rare that is???
Writers support writers. Lift each other up. Share each others work. Give each other feedback. Remind each other of each others talent when you see someone starting to doubt themselves or haters getting under their skin.
Readers: like, COMMENT, FUCKIN REBLOG. it takes an extra second. It’s worth more than you know. Do it. It’s the least you can do for someone who has poured their heart and soul into something and delivered it to you on a silver platter.
Writers, readers, shitposters, fans a like: look out for one another. Take care of each other. Have each others backs. If you see a hateful comment, if you see someone trying to gate-keep, shame, or alienate anyone for any reason, CALL. THEM. OUT. Actions have consequences. If you’re so cowardly as to take yiu hate from one platform to another, you don’t have the write to make people feel like shit and ruin their hobby without consequences. You’ll be called on to answer for your bullshit.
There is no hierarchy within the fandom. You don’t get to tell someone how matty will feel about them as a fan and you don’t get to judge the way that someone participates in this fandom.
This month, a lot of your favorite authors will be posting October/ fall/ Halloween themed fics because of this. I think it’s the perfect time to revisit the way that we do reader and writer appreciation around here. I encourage you all to engage with fanfiction more personally and help make this fandom safe for everyone.
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I posted 1,649 times in 2022
That's 511 more posts than 2021!
104 posts created (6%)
1,545 posts reblogged (94%)
Blogs I reblogged the most:
@chasvchalilah
@dingdongyouarewrong
@bisexualkingdavid
@onetobeamup
@marzipanandminutiae
I tagged 1,527 of my posts in 2022
Only 7% of my posts had no tags
#nina's personal log - 183 posts
#ofmd - 108 posts
#dracula daily - 100 posts
#star trek ds9 - 91 posts
#goncharov - 66 posts
#wwdits - 61 posts
#unreality - 46 posts
#star trek tng - 40 posts
#fandom - 39 posts
#our flag means death - 31 posts
Longest Tag: 139 characters
#and there was this one illustration in the books of dorothy and ozma greeting each other with a kiss that i remember staring at for a while
My Top Posts in 2022:
#5
it's so funny when european fanartists are all "how do you expect me to know american race politics" when they get called out for whitewashing, like, dude, you're making art of characters of color from american media, american politics are going to be relevant
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#4
seen some posts getting worried that ofmd will become like hamilton in that people will start obsessing over and romanticizing historical slaveowners but i feel like that misses that most of ofmd is fictionalized. like most of the supporting cast of ofmd are fictional characters as well as characters of color who experience in-canon racism, meanwhile hamilton has zero characters of color - it's all historical white people played by poc. ofmd is a comedy with a million intentional historical accuracies simply for fun (e.g. blackbeard's goth outfit) while hamilton's surface inaccuracies are just the casting and music - it presents itself as serious historical fact in a way ofmd absolutely does not. enjoying a character in hamilton necessarily means grappling with a historical white person whereas even enjoying stede or blackbeard doesn't mean that because stede and blackbeard do things in ofmd that they didn't historically do and interact with people who didn't historically exist.
hamilton is a white history told by people of color, whereas ofmd takes a few historical figures and uses them as inspiration for a comedy show with a diverse cast. frankly, comparing a tv show with actual characters of color to hamilton, which despite its casting has zero characters of color, seems really bad-faith and smacks of trying to cancel tumblr's new fave rather than actually offer any analysis of it
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#3
between jonathan being like "i can't wait to meet my good friend dracula and ask him why the townspeople keep talking about vampires" and lucy being like "this guy stares at me really intensely and says i'm a fascinating psychological study, i think i'm in love <3", i think mina's type is "cannot spot red flags"
3,732 notes - Posted May 11, 2022
#2
tumblr did not undersell how funny it is to read dracula as a modern reader. jonathan's all like "why would i need a crucifix when going to visit The Castle of Count Dracula. i'm not even catholic"
28,509 notes - Posted May 5, 2022
My #1 post of 2022
it's always so fucking funny to me when terfs are like "how can you say trans women and women are the same thing! being born as a man makes you different!" because like. yes. trans women and cis women are different. so are black women and white women. and straight women and queer woman. and women from different countries and different socioeconomic statuses. there's diversity in the experience of womanhood? what a wild concept
59,012 notes - Posted July 9, 2022
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New switch added to mini program page
In the personal center of the WeChat beta version of the mini program, a new "Discover Mini Program Personalized Recommendations" switch option has been HE Tuber added.
The specific path is: WeChat bottom bar discovery-mini program-little man icon in the upper right corner-discover mini program personalized recommendations.
When this option is turned on, WeChat will recommend mini programs that may be of interest based on mini program usage records.
It should be reminded that this option is still in grayscale testing, so don’t be surprised if you don’t see it.
Xiaolei feels that it may be that the personalized push algorithm is not perfect yet, which is why this function has been tested repeatedly~
4. Watch ads and listen to VIP music for free
In July last year, after WeChat was updated to version 8.0.38, music, audio and recently played buttons were added to the drop-down mini program page.
After clicking the "Music" button, WeChat will jump to a page similar to a music APP, where we can listen to songs.
At that time, WeChat and QQ Music launched limited-time activities. After receiving the VIP song limited-time experience card, you can listen to VIP songs for free on WeChat.
In the latest internal beta version of WeChat for iOS 8.0.46, WeChat “Music” supports listening to VIP songs for free!
Important things to say three times: Currently only iOS, iOS, and iOS beta versions support it, and Android next door should be coming soon.
Well, at the top of the "Music" page on WeChat, a new column labeled "Watch ads and listen to the full version for free" has been added.
In the player interface, a line of labels "Watch ads and listen to the full version for free" will also appear under the progress bar .
After clicking on these tags, "for every 15 seconds of ads we watch," we "can listen to 30 minutes of VIP songs for free."
Maybe some friends think that only half an hour of listening time is not enough? WeChat has already figured it out for you.
No problem, WeChat provides the option to continue watching ads. As long as you keep watching ads, you can get additional free time.
Source: InternetDoes this wave of WeChat operations feel familiar? Yes, it’s a bit like QQ Music’s “free listening mode”.
For some friends who only like to listen to music lightly, there is one less music APP to install on their mobile phones.
5. Storage space cleaning supports more categories
WeChat chat history and various files occupy the internal storage space of the phone, which must be a big problem for small memory.
WeChat has also realized that in the past two years, the updated version has made some upgrades to "storage space" from time to time.
The previous storage space cleaning has already supported the cleaning of cache and chat records, and a new option has been added in the internal beta version.
It’s this “resource file and chat history of other accounts”.
This contains resource files required for running some functions of WeChat, as well as chat records of other accounts that have been logged in on the current device. We need to remind everyone that chat records of other accounts cannot be restored after cleaning, so you need to operate with caution!
Please follow Xiao Lei's instructions for the specific path: My - Settings - General - Storage Space - Resource Files and Chat Records of other accounts in the bottom bar of WeChat.
Xiaolei applauds this feature with both hands. After all, as the use of WeChat takes up more and more memory, it is time to have more cleaning options.
Xiaolei also hopes that WeChat can continue to subdivide the storage space cleaning options in the future, so as to take the “burden reduction” of mobile phones to a higher level.
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Clingy duo headcanons for my dear anon Stella and also for me and my sanity and everyone else who wants them. P sure like none of these are completely original but like. I put my own brain into this. (Also I am listening to my huge amalgamation playlist of like every song I’ve likes since like 6th grade on shuffle so the tone of this may or my not be all over the fucking place) It’s important to remember I’m not a writer and so this is gonna sound awkward as FUCK. So.
My VERY FAVORITE Clingy duo headcanon to ever exist is the idea that they are very physical in their affection. Sometimes it just bubbles up in my mind randomly and I just grin stupidly. So here’s this.
(HOLY FUCK WHY AM I SO BAD AT DIALOUGE. GOOD STORIES HAVE DIOLOUGE AND I HUST FUCKING CANT)
I think maybe Tommy and Tubbo had met before this time?But idk so lets pretend not k-
(irl headcanon) When Tommy and Tubbo met for the first time, the hugged. Just a long hug. It was nice. They had known each other for YEARS, and were finally meeting in person. It was weird, seeing each other in person. Very awkward at first. But then Tubbo smiled his smile, the smile of Tommy’s best friend/ Tommy is put at ease, and practically lifted Tubbo up when he enveloped him in a hug.
(Jesus fuck, am I not a good writer this is so awkward um anyways)
Before Tommy asked Tubbo if he could stream on his computer, “for the vlog!”, they just talked. Tommy met Teagan and Lani, which was slightly awkward, and Tubbo ushered him into his room. They talked. Just about anything they would talk about normally. It was still weird at first, but as they slipped into the rhythm of their normal conversations, it felt the same. They were the same people.
(What even happened to physical affection lmao its harder to write it into irl ill do more when i say my shit for dsmp!clingyduo)
After Tommy kicked Tubbo’s PC and accidentally fucked up his stream, he felt terrible. He didn’t mean to fucking KICK Tubbo’s computer! He hadn’t wanted to make his first impression on Tubbo’s parents ‘the kid who broke their kid’s computer’! But the computer was fine. Tommy kept apologizing while they were trying to get it to turn on, worried about what Tubbo would think of him.
But of course, Tubbo is very very nice and forgiving and understanding. He put his hand on Tommy’s shoulder.
“Hey- Tommy,” he said, snapping Tommy out of his panicked spiral. “It’s fine! Why don’t we go to the beach or something? For the content?” He adds, nudging Tommy with a grin on his face. Tommy lets a relieved smile spread across his face as he grabs his phone, “Sure, big man.”
damn. that was bad. i cant write dialouge for the life of me. isnt this supposed to be headcanons? why dont i just write them like, i dunno, headcanons? anyway. dsmp time. maybe there wi;; actually be physical affection involved??? i really meant to write in shit i wanted but it didnt make sense like narrative wise
i dunno what the family dynamic is going to be? so i’ll vary. also cant fucking do bullet points on browser. fucking tumblr. anyways
the idea that tommy just found tubbo. playing in the park, in a box by the side of the road, chasing bees in a feild. he saw him and went ‘that boy looks like someone i want to go through EVERYTHING with. i want him.’ and just takes him as his own.
they are like 6 or something because baby duo awwwwwwe
“THIS BOY,” he grabs the boy in question’s hand, “IS WITH ME NOW.” He turns to beam at him and introduces himself. “HI! I’m Tommy!” Without missing a beat, the other boy introduces himself right back. “Hello! I’m Tubbo!”
He appeared to accept his fate as Tommy’s new best friend as he unlaced their fingers and went back to chasing around the bees. (I guess I took the idea of a field and ran w/ it lmao) Tommy furrowed his brow, trying to figure out why Tubbo wasn’t scared. Wilbur taught him to never provoke the bees, they could hurt him if he wasn’t careful. Normally he’s happy to jump into danger but he always listens to Wilbur when he’s serious. (hahahhaha sneaked some v sweet big bro wilbur into this)
“TUBBO?” Tommy yelled, “What are you doing?”
Tubbo ran back over, smiling. “Playing with the bees! I love bees.”
“But... can’t they sting you, with they asses? Aren’t you worried?”
Tubbo smiled, grabbing Tommy’s hand again. “They never sting me!” He giggled, dragging Tommy through the field. “Come on!”
Despite his former skepticism, Tommy lightened up and ran with Tubbo, as Wilbur, who had been giving slight supervision, grew worried. Eventually he was satisfied and got back to his book.
Tommy and Tubbo finally ran out of breath and tried to catch breaths through their fits of giggles. Tommy released Tubbo’s hand and INSATANTLY got stung by a bee. FUCK WAIT IN SATAN LY I FUCKING CANT SHDGJDBSBGD anyway
INSATANLYSHGF
As soon as Tommy released Tubbo’s hand a bee landed on him and just drove that pointed ass into his arm. “WHAT THE FUCK?!?????!?!?!???!?!!!?!??!?!” He yelled before bursting into tears.
Wilbur, suddenly alert as fuck, sprints over with his long-ass legs and bends down to comfort Tommy, only to find him buried in the arms of another little boy. The one he had been running with a minute ago. Tommy sobbed into the boy’s shirt and yelled, “WHAT THE FUCK! I THOUGHT YOU SAID THEY WOULDN’T STING!”
“I said they never stung ME before. I don’t know why they stung you. Does it hurt that badly?” Tubbo replied as Tommy hugged him tighter.
(the pov really said ---------------^^^^^^^^^^^^^--------, the ^ being a weird-ass change. we didnt need a singular paragraph from wilbur’s pov but oh well)
Wilbur kneeled down, “Oh come on, Tommy. It doesn’t hurt that bad. You’re just a fucking dramatic little bitch. Come on.” Wilbur grinned out an apology to Tubbo as he reached out to grab Tommy to try and get him home and composed.
Tommy ducked away, holding on to Tubbo tightly, and Tubbo giggled again and smiled up at Wilbur. “Can I come?”
“YEAH!” Tommy jumped up in excitement, “I WANT TUBBO TO COME WITH ME!”
Wilbur looked around, not seeing anyone who appeared to be in charge of Tubbo. It looked like he wasn’t going to be able to get Tommy to budge without bringing Tubbo along. He sighed.
Tommy and Tubbo linked arms and sang and they walked home. Tommy forgot almost instantly that he was ever stung, much to Wilbur’s annoyance.
adbhvejw they are so sweet. glad i figured out to write link halfway through. maybe its easier to write babyinnit and babybo. idk. anyway sorry this took so FUCKING long and here it is
#its so hard to write fluff when apex predator suddenly comes in#on*#may or may not be keeping a log of my music experience in the tags lmaooo#your sister was right... damn#WHAT A SWITCH LMAOOOO#ohh choke#good good song#still much angst#i dont really have many fluffy songs on this playlist#do i#i do not lmao#its either musical or fnaf or something else#idk man#to smile while you suffocate and die~#dude#right hand manhjfkds#man this sing used to be my favorite in hamilton#its still good#WHY DO I USE THE WORD AWKWARD SO MUCHHSDGFH#INCOMINGGGG#dude that like... noise#after the word incoming#that used to be the ONLY reason right hand man was my favorite#its just such a good fucking little noise#though the rest of the song is still pog as fuck#how th FUCK do you spell rythm#im gonna look it up#rhythm fucking unnessicary h#fucking h goddamn it#fucking newsies overture
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✠💗 Hello lovely people! I recently (re)hit my 500 follower milestone and I've decided to celebrate with my first creator event/celebration 💗✠
It's been over a year since I officially joined spnblr and I've never felt so excited to actually log onto this site, every single one of you that makes something genuinely brightens my day (and sometimes makes me feel a little insane). Thank you to everyone who has welcomed me in and made it such an enjoyable experience :,) xxx
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I'll be running my mini-event on the 1st - 3rd of April, I want to use it to encourage people to support their favourite creators and to create something themselves. If you don't feel able to contribute by making something then use my ask box to shine a spotlight on your favourite creators! 💗
I'll be tracking anything you want to be seen/shared on the tag #pinkcadillaccas500
Any kind of content is welcome! That includes but is not limited to photo edits/gifs/art/writing/amvs, and you don't have to stick to the prompts, they are just suggestions that align with the sort of thing I usually post but even if you're just making unrelated content feel free to participate! Especially if you make anything Cas or Springsteen/pink/floralnatural related <3
✠Prompts✠
Day 1: angels/demons/uncanny
Day 2: pink/favourite character/floral
Day 3: Kripke-era/music/favourite episode
✠Rules✠
Use the tag #pinkcadillaccas500 so I can see all of your work :)
NSFW content is allowed but please tag with either nsfw warnings or minors dni to keep everyone safe
Strictly no w/*ncest or hateful content
You don't have to follow me or know my blog well to take part! This is going to be a space for sharing and celebrating any content regardless <3
Hopefully, some of you will want to join in! I'll reblog this post regularly and keep it as my pinned to revisit if you need :)
Al xoxo
Tag list for people who may be interested/mutuals:
@procrastinatingbisexual
@emeraldcas
@ilikethesickness
@profoundcastiel
@floral-cas
@destiel-is-canon-i-guess
#I'm really loving being a part of creation on this site so fingers crossed this doesn't flop!#if you don't want to be tagged please just lmk I've been quite reserved so hopefully it's all good!#spn event#spn content creator event#supernatural content creator#pinkcadillaccas500
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Find the Word Tag Game
Tagged By: @spacetimewraithwrites over here like 5 years ago, I'm so behind
My words: time, terrible, turn, thought, thirsty, ticket
Tagging: Leaving this as an open tag because I'm fighting a killer headache and I need to make a list of people who like to be tagged. If you see this and wanna be tagged, you're it!
Your Words: Brow, Trade, Spit, Grin, & Fast
Time & Thought
“I’ve got him! I’ve got him over here!”
“What happened?” Ives heard himself say, unable to feel the movements of his body.
“You’re gonna be okay. Okay? I’m gonna take you home.” It felt like it had been years since he’d seen Ryker, centuries even. Some part of Ives memory thought he was dead, blaming it on being corrupted, unsure when the last time he’d been online.
“Ives, I need you hold steady. Okay? I’m going to help you get up, but you may have some trouble standing.” He tried to nod and agree. “We’re going to get it fixed. You’re going to be okay.”
Fixed? He tried to say, regulator skipping as he watched Ryker glance down.
“You’re gonna be okay.”
Terrible
They descended into a thrumming well, flickering lasers and strobes breaking the dark in accompaniment to the bass. Beau had to adjust the rate of his regulator to keep his TLN moving against the thrum of music. The weight of it in the air caused static to dance at the edges of his HUD.
Visuals beyond the light show was terrible to none. A table here or there, the rest packed with bodies. There was barely room to deviate from the rhythm of the crowd, nevertheless venture into the tide. A hand pressed at the small of his back, glancing over to Garnet who stepped a bit closer. Beau had no idea how Humans could use their electromagnetic senses in such a frenzy, but, somehow, Garnet was aware of his apprehension.
Turn(ed)
“Mikki and Midland, you’re with me. We’re going to see if we can meet up with Garnet, or if he has the location of either of the boys, we’ll go from there. Remember, we need to do the least amount of damage as possible.” He turned to look at Valetta.
She kissed her teeth, rolling her eyes, “okay, fine.”
Thirsty
They paused as the waitress came back over, setting down a mug of coffee, two waters, and a bowl with wrapped crackers.
“There you go, cowboys. Food will be right out.”
“Thank you, I’m so thirsty,” Garnet reached for the coffee, drawing back as Beau swatted his hand. “The fuck?”
“Drink the water first. You’re dehydrated.”
“C’mon, Beau, I’m dying here.”
“Because you’re dehydrated. And your meal isn’t going to help any.” He slid the mug farther from Garnet, exchanging it with a glass of water. Garnet showed how tired he was, giving in and taking the glass.
Ticket
“Whoa. What’s he running? Sixty? Sixty-five?”
“I’m reading sixty-five point two. Extremely accurate, sir.” Beau congratulated as Ryker pulled them onto the road, sirens wailing.
“Comes with experience. Can you log that with the tag number when we get up to it?”
“I already have the plates. The owner is Al Doomer, forty-two years old, married to Kathy Doomer; accountant. Insurance and registration are up to date. He has one infraction from five years ago for a rolling stop at a stop sign. His last speeding ticket was… twenty years ago.”
Ryker slowly turned to him, frowning. “You already found all that?”
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Bublé would be so offended right now.
hi my loves! so this is a christmas piece since the holiday is only a few days away and, idk, i guess i just felt like doing something christmas-y while i could. it’s basically just some very soft joonie content, wrapping presents and singing and...yeah. a dream. anyways, merry christmas to all of you who celebrate!!
tags: @ahgasearmyfan, @hoseokayy
genre: fluff
word count: 1.8k
“Babe, where’d you put the tape?” You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion, sitting up on your knees and placing your hands on the soft carpet, slowly crawling in search of the roll.
“Huh?” Namjoon poked his head out the doorway of the kitchen, a bottle of wine in one hand and a glass clutched in the other.
You smiled at the man’s appearance, bare skin glowing and comfortably dressed in his favorite pajama set as he lifted his forearm to his forehead to swipe strands of dark hair away from his eyes.
“I can’t find the tape.” You repeated, Namjoon frowning in confusion before trading the glass off to tuck underneath his opposite arm, hand patting his pocket and slipping in to produce the small item with a triumphant smile.
“Why-”
“I don’t even know.” He cut you off with a small grin, both of you giggling as you stood to walk toward his outstretched arm, hand reached toward your approaching frame.
Slipping the piece of plastic between your fingers, he brushed his appendages against your own, making you smile at the subtle action as your hand went up to cup his face.
His golden skin was glowing underneath the lights from your Christmas tree, his dark eyes sparkling down at you as he shyly watched you fawn over him.
His cheeks were a soft hue of pink, the hot skin evident of the alcohol he’d consumed while sitting by the fire with you for the last few hours.
“Your cheeks are all flushed. You’re so cute.” You cooed at him, Namjoon’s cheeks darkening even more at your words as a bashful smile curled his lips up, hand coming up to hide it while he tried to recover from your compliment.
“I don’t know how you’re not used to me calling you cute by now. I do it every day, baby.” You chuckled, Namjoon scoffing as he leaned his forehead against yours.
“You still give me all the butterflies.” He mumbled against your lips with a soft grin, connecting your lips in a swift kiss before wrinkling his nose against the tip of your own.
“Good. That’s my job.” You ran a hand through his hair, pushing it back from his forehead and smiling at the soft satisfied sigh coming from him at the action.
“Are we almost done wrapping?” He inquired softly, you humming positively as you slightly turned back to glance at the large stack of wrapped presents for your combined families.
“We’re getting there. It’s getting late, though, so we can take a break and do the rest tomorrow if you’re getting tired.” You proposed, Namjoon briefly pondering the idea before shaking his head.
“We only have a couple left, may as well get it done tonight. I was on my way to pour more wine, anyway.” He gestured to the glass he’d shifted back to his hand, you nodding and meeting his plump bottom lip with a soft peck before backing away to return to the work in the living room once again.
Watching you walk away in an oversized sweatshirt and one of his many pairs of gray sweatpants, the apples of his cheeks strained with his happy smile, reluctantly dragging his eyes away from you to turn back into the kitchen to retrieve the wine glass you'd been sipping from earlier.
“Do you want more, babe?” He called out, his eyes focused on the ceiling as he waited for an answer from you.
“Is that even a question?” You responded, smiling at the sound of your boyfriend laughing from behind you as you retreated to the living room.
Noticing that the fire had dimmed, you cursed as you stumbled over the roll of wrapping paper you’d conveniently placed in the middle of the carpet, luckily catching yourself before you fell flat on your face.
Quickly recovering, you approached the fireplace, grabbing ahold of the iron poker previously leaned against the wall to adjust the burning logs, nodding in satisfaction when you successfully reignited the flame.
“Oh, bub, I could’ve done that.” Namjoon pouted from behind you, already feeling guilty about you taking over the present wrapping duties as he had made all his presents resemble lumpy sacks of coal earlier in the afternoon from his lack of experience.
“You think I’d trust you with fire?” You asked incredulously, proud of the reaction you got as he let out a “hmph” of disapproval.
“Ouch.” He put his hand over his heart, a small smirk on his face as he shook his head at your teasing.
“Only kidding, baby. But, my mission is to keep this house standing.” You shrugged, Namjoon pursing his lips with an eventual nod as he bent his knees to land on the ground, groaning in the process.
“Mission successful, then.” He sat down beside you, crossing his legs underneath him as he handed a glass over to you with a sigh.
“I like our tree this year.” Namjoon observed as his eyes focused on the garland looped around the tall pine, his eyes sparkling with the reflection of the lights lining the branches.
“Hm. Me, too.” You glanced back over at him, lifting your wine glass to your lips and swallowing the tart liquid as Namjoon hummed in thought.
“It was so much fun.” He grinned, looking back at you as you scooted closer to him so that your shoulders nudged against each other.
You both smiled at the memory of Namjoon lifting you onto his shoulders so that you could better reach the top of the tree, adamant that you be the one to put the star on despite him having the height to easily do so himself.
It was the first time in years that both of your lives were slow enough to be together through all the festivities of the holidays, and it felt amazing to finally be able to take in all of the moments of it together instead of only a few before one of you had to take off for a work commitment.
Doing even the simplest things with Namjoon throughout the traditions in the month made your heart happy; something that made you even more aware of just how much the man meant to you.
Spreading your legs out in front of you as you set your wine glass down onto the floor, careful to place it out of the way so that it couldn’t get kicked over onto the rug, you pulled a package between your legs, grabbing a roll of wrapping paper to continue hiding the presents from view.
Tasking your boyfriend with curling the ribbons on the presents you’d successfully wrapped, the two of you worked in silence other than soft humming from your throats and the crackling of the fire; occasional mishaps with one of the name tags making you both giggle.
“We need to get more in the mood.” Namjoon spoke up, discarding the scissors in his hand with a toss to the ground as he reached over for your phone.
Swiping up to unlock it, he eagerly navigated to your music library, switching onto a holiday playlist and smiling at you as the first notes of “It’s Beginning To Look A Lot Like Christmas” began pouring out through your speakers.
Having figured out that your boyfriend wasn’t too great at wrapping presents earlier in the evening, (for god sake, the man couldn’t stop ripping the paper), he’d happily let you take over, opting to watch as you properly folded the paper over the various packages bought for your family.
That pattern continued now as you sat with him, his long legs spread on either side of your body, arms locked around your torso as his chin rested on your shoulder, lightly swaying you both to the music.
His eyes peeked over your shoulder, first to watch what your hands were doing, but gradually shifting to watch your face as you bit your lip in concentration.
You giggled slightly at the tickle of his breaths puffing out from his nose onto your neck, Namjoon chuckling before leaning back a bit to relieve you of the feeling.
You felt incredibly at peace as the sound of Michael Buble’s honeyed voice came from the speakers, the man behind you quiet as he mindlessly played with your hair before you heard a dramatic inhale from his chest, causing you to raise your eyebrows in curiosity at the sound.
You snorted as Namjoon began singing horribly off-key to the Christmas tune, covering your mouth with your palm as you leaned forward to double over in your laughter.
“And the thing that'll make 'em ring is the carol that you sing,” His voice cracked on the last word, making you laugh even harder as you clutched your pained stomach.
“What? What’s so funny?” He asked, feigning confusion as he lightly laughed along with you.
“Bublé would be so offended right now.” You sighed as you wiped tears from your cheeks, giggles still escaping as they bubbled up in your throat.
Pushing the remaining unwrapped gifts away from your legs in defeat, you stretched your back out to lay your head down on Namjoon’s thighs as he continued to exaggerate his vocals for your benefit.
You continued giggling as he held notes longer than necessary, his voice wavering and breath running out as he definitely wasn’t using the right placement to do so.
As the instrumentals faded out and the next song began, he looked down at you, the smile on your face making his heart flutter.
“What is it, hm? You don’t like my holiday spirit?” He asked teasingly, classic dimpled grin beaming down at you as the paths of tears down your cheeks were illuminated by the firelight glowing over you.
He gently caressed the wetness of your cheeks with his thumbs, pad of his finger swiping the soft skin underneath your eye as you hummed in reply.
“Mm, maybe you should stick to pouring the wine.” You bit back a smile as Namjoon’s smiling face turned into one of offense, scrunching his nose up to further emphasize his dislike of what you’d just said.
“Wow, someone’s getting a lump of coal.” He muttered, feigned annoyance on his face breaking with the smile your laugh gave him once again.
“And someone’s getting mintcho in their stocking.” You returned, Namjoon’s face twisting in a disgusted grimace as you smirked at his never-ending hatred of the chocolate.
“Santa would never do that to me. He loves me.” He smiled, you giggling with a nod as you stared up at the man, eyes tracing his features as he did the same to you.
”You are very lovable, Joon.” You agreed with a poke of your pointer finger to his dimple, features scrunching at the sudden touch as a small smile graced his face.
“I love you.” He said softly, brushing your hair back with his fingers and making you hum in appreciation.
“Oh? Am I lovable, too, then?” You teased him, Joon ducking his head in laughter before lifting it to look at you again.
“The most lovable.” He confirmed with a nod, both of you smiling as you leaned into each other, lips joining in a tender kiss as the fire crackled beside you.
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I’m back!
So, I kinda quit using this blog a while back. There are some notes about it in my old pinned post and probably on my fanfics, lol, but basically, I felt overwhelmed by fandom and everything going on irl and I crashed. I just withdrew from like, everything. I still logged in on Tumblr but I just liked things to later view them with the boyfriend or laugh at them again myself.
Honestly, it’s not that fun, just doing that, and not really that fair to people who put effort into their posts like art, music, writing, etc., or even just people who are very passionate about a subject and may want it to reach others that are the same. Because I know I’m like that!
But anyway, this is going to be my new pinned post. So! (More under the cut, please keep reading!)
About Me
You can call me Prowess, I’m a FtM transmasc (he/him please)! I use this space to elevate my personal works, such as art or writing, while also occasionally posting about topics I am passionate about. I realized I was trans in 2020 at the age of 19 years old, in the midst of a pandemic and college fallout, so as you can imagine, I’m still riding the rollercoaster of emotions that come with that. I’m also ADHD... so expect some posts about those sort of things.
But that is hardly the focus! I am big on art and writing. While I am mostly obsessed with Pokemon, I am a lover of stories, and so generally, I love most fiction, even the really bad stuff. Along with my Pokemon stuff, you can expect posts involving ARK: Survival Evolved, The Tales of Miraculous Ladybug & Cat Noir, animated movies (Luca, Toy Story, Spirit - you name it, I probably love it), and plenty of other stuff.
While I have too many older posts to go through and try to sort out the unclean tags, going forward, I am going to use these sort of tags: subject (whatever the post is about, for example, Pokemon), characters depicted, media (whether it’s art, writing, animation, or a mix), and any warnings that may need to go with it (for example, cussing when stronger language is involved, or racism if racism is getting discussed, etc). Memes or one-off posts will likely be tagged with simply “memes.” While this is pretty true for most any blog, this is so you know if you need to block certain tags! For example, if you hate Miraculous Ladybug, you’d just blacklist ‘Miraculous.’
I will also reblog a lot of posts asking for help or boosting awareness. I will try not to inundate the blog with these, but as I will likely have to make a post asking for help at some point myself due to unfortunate irl circumstances, I want to pay it forward in advance. These will be tagged with simply “help needed!”
Below are some projects I’m working on + what you can expect from this blog.
Pokemon Retold
By far, my biggest project to date, is Pokemon Retold.
This is an expansive written anthology of all the pokemon mainline games as far as generation 8. Red, Heart of Gold, Omega Ruby, Platinum, Black, Black 2, Y, Ultra Sun, and Sword are all intended to get rewritten and posted on both my FanFiction.Net and Archive of Our Own accounts. I may also post some chapters here, but I admit Tumblr makes that difficult sometimes.
These stories are very personal to me, as I started writing them when I was struggling in college with undiagnosed ADHD, and felt like my life was falling apart and I was alone. I started writing a retelling of Sword, but the more I wrote, the more disappointed in it I felt, so I started writing Black instead and scrapped Sword altogether.
I’ve had some rough road since, but Black is complete, Black 2 is also complete, and Ultra Sun is (mostly) complete (but with plans to be heavily altered), while Red is underway!
WARNING: These stories can get DARK, and I would rather my readers be over 18. They are not dark with the intent to squick out or upset people, however; they are dark with the intention of exploring thoughts and ideas I find too difficult to think about directly. There are more personalized warnings at the beginnings of each story. With that out of the way, please just try and move on if you find yourself disliking a specific story or part of a story of mine... If you want to give constructive criticism, you are more than welcome, but tearing into me and my writing just because you didn’t like something helps nobody. Keep in mind I write these for fun and as a form of self-therapy throughout some of the worst years of my life.
Furthermore, I edit them a lot. And I do mean a lot. My FFN profile acts as a “changelog” for what has changed in the stories over the course of the time they’ve been posted.
Pokemon Retold posts are tagged “Retold.”
My FFN Profile
My AO3 Profile
Pokemon Retold: Black has been added to TVTropes! I honestly don’t even care that this person digs into it a couple of times, I was so incredibly flattered they took the time to do that at all. (But be warned the page does have some spoilers!) I have no idea if you enjoyed the story or not upon reading over that page, kind stranger lol, but I really appreciate that you took the time to do that nonetheless! <3
Creatively Destructive
This incredibly well-titled story is an idea I have for a retelling of Miraculous Ladybug. I know, I know - absolutely never been done before /s
While I know there has got to be a thousand retellings of this show by now, based on just how.... terrible, the writing is, I want to try anyway. Because I genuinely love the premise of the show! I’m just constantly disappointed by how it seems to never go anywhere with its plot or characters.
So, Creatively Destructive will be a fanfic, and when I have more information on it, I’ll post it under the tag “creatively destructive.”
Roleplays
Me and my boyfriend love to RP a lot. From Monster Hunter to Pokemon, we do a lot of different stories. Sometimes, I really get inspired by what we come up together and I want to share it with others! Be it quick art based on a scene from the RP or a quick rundown of what occurred in an RP, you can catch these in the ‘Prow RP’ tags.
Currently, we are having a lot of fun with an RP based on the Hoenn pokemon games that I am sure I’ll be posting about!
I may also be open to RPs with others in the future :> Don’t be offended that I’m not open to them already... I’m just a very easily overstimulated person.
The Ballad of the ARK
ARK: Survival Evolved is a lot of things. It’s an amazing concept, an open-world game where you befriend dinos and fight alongside tribemates against other tribes, or work together to survive the hostile environment. But the true tragedy of this game goes so much deeper than that, and I want to explore that in writing, starting with my story, my experience, and then graduating to where I think the issue primarily stems from.
This strange memoir will be posted under the tags of “Ballad of ARK.”
Commissions
I hope to take commissions for art and writing in the future!
However, I need to figure out the parameters of what I’m willing to draw (and what I can feasibly draw), as well as what I can promise when it comes to writing, not to mention pricing.
That’s not to say I’m not open to ideas though! Feel free to message me/send me asks anyway and we’ll see if we can work something out. :)
Although I am not in a financial disaster just yet, I feel like I am not far from one. This is why I hope to try to build on commissions in the future. I know they will never support me, but I would still like to try to be useful and helpful to some. I currently live with my grandmother, having left my abusive home with my father, and although she generously allows me to live with her for the low cost of merely helping with some electricity and my own food, I struggle to remain abovewater financially due to difficulty finding work (thanks to issues with ADHD and physical problems following a bout with COVID in early January 2021).
If you would like to help anyway, feel free to subscribe to my Patreon, or make a one-time payment via PayPal. I promise no matter what or how much it is, your generosity is greatly appreciated!! <3
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(Note that my Patreon is... very outdated and needs to be updated. I will do that soon!)
#new day new me!#undeadprowess#I will be changing my url#pokemon retold#retold#pin#creatively destructive#prow rps#ballad of ark#commissions#sketch#art#rb pls! :)#pokemon#pokemon trainer brendan#brendan#pokemon trainer brix#more info on those last tags soon lol
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17. a teasing / sensual kiss for Serena! (or any pairing you might prefer!) :3
random kiss prompts
okay I know you sent this to me months ago, and I’m sorry it took me so long. Writing has been rough in 2021, but hopefully I’ll get it together soon!
This is the first thing I’ve been able to write in weeks, and it’s a bit jumbled and I’m not even sure if it makes sense, but I’m posting it anyway because progress!
This would take place after chapter 5 of Just another liability
Tempered
pairing: Mason/f!oc (Serena Willis)
warnings: lightly nsft and vague mention of past abuse and cursing
words: 1.5k
I always liked sitting by water. Even when I was young, I’d often wander out to the nearest creek or stream and just let the melody of the water sooth me. It had been one of the hardest adjustments when I’d moved away. I couldn’t find the solitude I was used to. There were always barking dogs and screaming children. I couldn’t hear the music of the water.
I’d missed it. A fucking lot. There were recordings and shit I could listen to, but it wasn’t the same. It wasn’t same when I couldn’t dip my fingers in the water and feel the pull of the current. It wasn’t the same when I couldn’t throw in a leaf or a twig and watch it disappear, and pretend I could go with it.
Wayhaven is more like home. It’s not hard to find a spot around its banks where I can pretend, I’m the only person for miles. I might actually be.
It’s a good place to watch the sunset; the colors reflecting off the waters and painting the whole horizon in watercolors. It’s a good place to just be. To let the lap of the lake on its banks and the chorus of birds quiet all the swirling thoughts in my mind.
It’s his cigarette that gives him away. The acrid smell of smoke interrupting my otherwise idyllic afternoon. I turn to the source and see Mason stepping out from the dim underbrush. He tosses his cigarette to the ground and grinds it under his boot.
“You better pick that up.” I tell him before turning back to the vista.
“Or what?” he asks with a smirk in his voice.
I tap my finger against my bottom lip as I try and think of a fitting punishment. From his tone I can tell what type of answer he wants. At this point it doesn’t take much for Mason to get what he wants from me. Mostly because it’s what I want to. I would have thought the sexual tension would fizzle and die once we actually started to mess around, but if anything, it feels stronger than before.
I’m sure our conversation will descend into innuendo soon enough, but I’ll try to keep it PG at least at little longer. It may feel like no one is around for miles, but we are still in a public place; a fact I’m sure I will conveniently forget the second Mason touches me. It is also fun just to mess with him, “I can think of a few new artists Farah might like. Really intense stuff, lots of bass.”
He only grumbles in response, but from the corner of my eye I see him bend down to pick the butt our of the dirt.
The log rocks a little as he sits next to me. I glance over as he settles into place, his long legs stretched out in front of him and his shoulder brushing against mine. Golden light bathes his features and I can’t look away. I should be used to it by now, but I’m not. A light breeze rustles his hair. I have to suppress the urge to reach out and tuck the strands back into place. Sure, I’d seen him naked and undone, but this feels too intimate, a tenderness that hasn’t been present in our exchanges before. I don’t know what would be the worse outcome, if he would stop me and pull away or if he would let me.
“I thought you came out here to watch the sunset, sweetheart. If you wanted to stare at me, we could go back to the warehouse and I’ll give you the full view.”
Warmth blooms in my cheeks at being caught staring. “I’m not actually here for the sunset,” I say as if that is some sort of defense.
“Its about the water and the quiet more than it’s about the sunset.” I begin to explain. “It’s something I used to do when I was younger. Everything felt a little easier after I’d sat by the water for a while.”
He nods, “I get it.”
I thought he might. I figure he goes out to sit on the roof for much the same reason I got to sit by the water.
“Though maybe I should stop. It’s actually how I got stuck here. I was hiking out to sit by the river, and then there was a light, and everything went diagonal.”
“So, are you out here hoping to find a way home?” he asks his voice soft. Softer than I’m used to and it causes a twinge in my chest, the same one that’s been happening more and more. The same one I’ve been trying to ignore.
“Oh, I couldn’t do that. Adam would miss me too much.” I make a joke because of course I do. It’s better to make a joke about it that to let myself wonder if he would miss me.
He doesn’t laugh. Not that I really expected him to. Only a tiny sliver of sun still hangs over the horizon. I should probably head back to the Warehouse if I don’t want to be stumbling in the dark. I shift my weight as a I get ready to stand.
“Do you miss it?” Mason asks and I know he means home.
“Less than I thought I would.” I saw with a shrug as I rise from the log. The things I miss I lost long before I passed through the portal, or they never really existed at all.
I can feel his eyes on me, studying me, and I wonder if he is putting his interrogation skills to use. It’s not a lie, but it’s not the full truth either. It’s hard to miss a place where I always felt alone and unwanted. Being here, being in Wayhaven is the happiest I can remember being in a long time. And that terrifies me.
Whatever he sees he seems to be satisfied, or at least he doesn’t push the issue. If it was a few months ago I would say it was just indifference, that he doesn’t care about anything but his smokes and chasing tail, but I’m not so sure anymore. It would be easier to put him in that box. Yet, his silence never feels dismissive, but rather accepting. I guess that must be easier when you effectively a walking lie detector.
“I should head back to the warehouse before it gets too dark,” I say as I rise from the log.
“Don’t worry I won’t let any monsters get you,” Mason says with a toothy smirk.
I just roll my eyes. I half want to make a joke about the irony of a vampire saying that, but the vamp jokes got old a month ago. Little pieces of bark have dislodged from the log and now cover my backside, and I begin to brush it away.
“You missed a spot,” Mason has his hand outstretched but waiting.
I’m sure it’s just an excuse to grab my ass, so I slap his hand away. “I’m not going to fall for that.”
“You’ve fallen for less,” he says with a shrug.
“Don’t remind me.”
Then he is standing, so close that only a breath separates us and I can feel the heat rolling of his body. Between that and the scent of smoke I feel like I’m standing too close to a bonfire, and if I don’t move back soon it’ll consume me. I don’t care.
“Oh?” he asks, his voice gruff and sending a shiver down my spine. “Are you sure you don’t want me to remind you?”
There is a part of me that wants to be petulant, to tease and coax, but then his hand is on my lower back, and our bodies are pressed together. It’s still not close enough.
“Well, a refresher wouldn’t hurt.”
The words are hardly out of my mouth before his lips are on mine. Kissing Mason is always an all-consuming experience. I am used to how quickly my body responds to his attentions, like a spark to tinder.
But today he holds back, never quiet breaking the kiss he pulls back. His lips move over mine slower and more deliberately than I can remember. This is no flash bang, no explosion of leaping flames, but rather a slow stoking. A building heat until I feel like I have been placed in a furnace, and I am melting.
When he pulls back, I can still feel the ghost of the kiss dancing over my nerves.
“Should I continue? Or was that enough of a reminder?”
“We both already know the answer.”
“Still like to hear you say it, sweetheart.”
And I do.
tagging (let me know if you would like to be added or removed 💜): @lord-king-saint, @lilyoffandoms, @tracing-freckled-constellations, @vienocalledmebuddy, @whippedforethanfreakingramsey, @utterlyinevitable
#thank you!#ask#prompts#random kiss prompts#the wayhaven chronicles#twc mason#elmshore#lovelieswrites#just another liability#oc: serena willis
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it’s too goddamn cold&snowy here right now so i dove back into my summer-y-est fic <3
Made A Garden (chapter 4)
[ch 1] [ch 2] [ch 3] [ao3]
Fandom: The Penumbra Podcast
Relationship: Lord Arum/Rilla
Characters: Rilla, Lord Arum, Rilla’s Parents, The Keep
Additional Tags: Second Citadel, Alternate Universe - Childhood Friends, (categorized as ‘other’ bc arum is nonbinary when i write him bye), Lizard Kissin’ Tuesday, POV Alternating, canon typical Arum ignoring feelings, edited to feature my Rilla’s Two Dads theory
Fic Summary: Rilla’s parents take her out when they do field work. She’s a smart kid, and she knows how not to get in trouble when they’re caught up with their experiments and research. This time, they’ve taken her to an enormous, beautiful swamp, and their theory is that the monstrous presence in this place should be entirely dormant- which is why Rilla is so surprised, when she meets a monster for herself.
Chapter Summary: A conversation, an argument, and an interruption.
Notes: Please appreciate these children. Please. I care them................ also idk if this needs warning for, really, but i guess chapter warning for an adult Being An Asshole to a child? yeah.
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"Why did you decide to start actually talking to me?" Rilla asks, laying lazily back on the thick trunk of a fallen tree, her hand draped to trail fingers in the slow-moving water beneath it.
Arum looks away from her, sinking his face further into the water for a long moment before he rises enough to answer.
"Well..." he says slowly, "when I determined that you and your... kin posed nothing of a threat-"
"Which I told you the first time we met," she interrupts in a chirp, and Arum scowls up at her until she laughs. His snout twitches then, a tell she's beginning to suspect means that he's burying a laugh of his own, and then the monster sighs.
"Which I needed to have proven, for the safety of my lands and my own self," he amends, hissing. "I decided that you should have an eye kept on you."
"And..." Rilla tilts her head back, her long braid rolling off the log enough that the end dips into the water beneath her. "You decided to do that yourself?"
Arum raises an eyebrow. "Who else would?"
She shrugs, her shoulder pressing against the bark beneath her. "Mm, I dunno? I just figured- you're the Lord of this place, right?"
"I am," he says, stiff and proud.
"So, I figured you'd, like, have someone else you could send, if you wanted to keep an eye on us?"
Arum growls, though he looks more sullen than angry at the assumption. "Perhaps I simply didn't want to risk any of my subjects in the effort, just in case I was wrong about you."
"In case..." she trails off, and then she blinks. "So, what, you'd risk yourself, first?"
"I can take care of myself," he snaps, his frill flaring quick enough to splash a little halo of water around his face for a moment, rippling across the surface of the pond. "And- and a good ruler is concerned for his subjects before himself, anyway. That is my entire purpose."
Rilla tilts her head a bit more, trying to get a better look at the vague purple blush coloring the webbing of his frill. "Huh," she says, and then his words sink in a bit more. "But- if you got yourself hurt-"
"I can take care of myself," he spits again, and she frowns.
"But if," she insists, "if something bad happened, who would take care of the swamp, then?"
Arum scowls up at her, and then he ducks his head beneath the water entirely. For a second she thinks that he's just going to disappear again, and she sits up, the wet tip of her braid flicking water along her arm, but then Arum reemerges a few feet down the log. He flings himself out of the water like a salmon, then pulls himself onto the log ahead in front of her, easy and oddly elegant.
"You," he growls, glaring at her with his claws digging into the bark, "ask altogether too many questions."
"Is... is that an observation?" she asks slowly, "or do you- do you want me to-"
He exhales an exaggerated huff, then sits back on the log and lets his tail drape over the side. "You may do whatever you want," he says, not for the first time, "so long as you understand that I may do the same. Meaning that I will not answer, if I don't feel like doing so."
Rilla pulls one of her legs up, hugging her knee against her chest and letting her other leg dangle. "Yeah," she says, and then she grins. "Yeah, you've kinda made that pretty obvious by now."
"Good," he mutters, and then he flicks his tail in the water, splashing her leg.
She laughs again, surprised, and Arum's snout twitches.
"Okay," she says. "Okay, mister secrets, I'm totally and completely informed that you're not gonna answer anything you don't want to, but you have to know that I'm still not gonna stop asking." She grins, and the monster frowns at her, and then sighs in an exaggerated way and looks off towards the edge of the pond instead. "So unless you're gonna tell me to stop-"
"I rule my swamp, Amaryllis. Obviously I do not rule you. As I said, you may-"
"Do whatever I want," she parrots, bouncing her head back and forth. "You don't ask questions basically at all, do you?"
"If you wished to tell me about yourself, you would," Arum answers with a shrug, and then- he smirks. Rilla doesn't think she's seen that particular look on his face before, actually. "In fact," he continues, "you have. I don't need to ask, Amaryllis. You are perfectly content to share the bland details of humanity without any prodding whatsoever."
"Humans aren't bland," Rilla says. "Just because you're bored all the time doesn't make everything else boring, it just means you aren't looking hard enough."
"Tell me something interesting, then," he says, leaning his head back and draping himself dramatically across the log, and for half a second he almost reminds her of Marc. She buries a laugh at the idea of the two of them meeting - Tal would get along with Arum better, she thinks - and thoughtfully drums her fingers off her chin.
"What sorts of things do you actually like?" she asks. "I'll be less likely to bore you if I know that much, at least."
The monster rumbles in his chest without opening his eyes, then makes a humming noise. "Blade combat," he says simply. "Music. Pollinators. Translations and ciphers. Questions within questions."
Rilla purses her lips for a moment. "Questions?"
"Indeed."
"So- wait. No, no- we just talked about this. You don't like questions."
Arum glances up at her, then, his mouth curling into a frown. "I think I know better than you do, what I like."
"If you liked questions, you wouldn't get so annoyed at me when I asked them."
"I don't dislike your questions," he says, sitting up again. "I dislike that you assume that all of them will be answered. A decent question will only lead to further questions, and trying to neatly tie anything to a single, simple solution will only reduce a thing from its true nature to a caricature of itself."
"If you can never find the answers, then how are any of the questions useful?"
"It's not about usefulness," he says. "It's about understanding, both the nature of inquiry itself and your own small place in the infinite."
Rilla frowns hard. "Those were a bunch of big words that mostly seemed to mean basically nothing."
Arum blinks, then gives a shocked, incredulous laugh. "How- how dare-"
"Even if a question leads to a bigger question, a bigger question is still an answer, Arum. Knowing that you don't know enough is still an answer. That's just- that's all just dumb semantics."
Arum sputters for a moment, then narrows his eyes. "I would say, I think, that the argument that a question is an answer is far more a matter of dumb semantics than the assertion that not all questions have answers, Amaryllis. You simply do not know what you're talking about."
"If you're not even trying to get to the bottom of the questions you ask, then maybe you're the one who doesn't know what you're talking about," Rilla says, and Arum scowls again, more viciously this time. "I think it's better to actually know things, instead of just- making everything even more confusing. Isn't the world already confusing enough?"
"Maybe for creatures as petty and small-minded as humans," Arum growls low, but as he opens his mouth to continue-
There's a noise. Unexpected, and out of place enough that it takes Rilla a moment to recognize it.
A small whinny, not all that far off.
When Rilla meets Arum's eyes again she knows he heard it too. He looks exactly as scared as she feels.
"Hide," she hisses, and Arum's wide eyes go wider.
"You hide," he snarls, slipping off the log and back into the water. "It could be anyone, you don't know-"
"Horse could mean knight," Rilla snaps, and Arum's frill flattens against his neck. "Just hide and-"
The brush at the edge of the pond rustles, and Rilla hears Arum gasp before he slips beneath the surface entirely, and Rilla holds her breath as she turns to see whatever pushes through the foliage at the edge of the pond.
Rilla doesn't think she's ever been less happy to be correct, before. The knight frowns down at her from beneath his helmet and atop his sandy-brown horse, and Rilla tries to lean into her surprise so the guilt hopefully won't show.
"Oh!" she says, pressing a hand to her chest as she scrambles to stand on the log. "Oh, I- you scared me! I didn't hear you, and-"
The knight narrows his eyes, and Rilla realizes that his hand is resting on the pommel of his sword as his gaze sweeps suspiciously across the shore.
"What is a little girl like you doing out in the wilds all by yourself?" the knight says slowly, and Rilla-
Rilla isn't the best at reading people, but something about the way his mouth curls, the way his eyes stay suspiciously narrowed, something tells her that his tone is less concerned for her, and more concerned by her.
"Oh," she says, and she tries to smile. "Well, I'm not by myself," she says. "My parents are- they're not far."
"Hm," the knight says, and then he swings himself down out of the saddle.
Rilla takes the moment to glance down, and- and she has to hold herself very very still to keep from flinching when she realizes that Arum is still in the water beneath her. She was certain that he'd be- completely gone by now, safe and away and- and she widens her eyes at him quickly while the knight is still busy with the horse, and she jerks her head to the side, trying to tell him- get out of here, obviously, get away-
But Arum glares up at her, his violet eyes furious, and then he jerks his own snout towards the knight.
"Who were you talking to?"
Rilla jolts, wobbling on the log before she regains her footing.
"Wh-what? I- I don't know what you're-"
"I heard voices. Who were you talking to?" the knight repeats, his hand still on his pommel even after dismounting.
His eyes are icy and sharp and unsettling, and Rilla decides that she's really, really glad that she's out in the middle of the pond, instead of on the shore with him.
"I-" Rilla pauses, then lowers her eyes, shuffling her feet as if embarrassed. "I was talking to myself," she says quietly. "I know I shouldn't-"
"You were shouting at yourself?" the knight drawls, dubious, and Rilla tries to smile. If it comes out awkward- well, that'll work too, right?
"Y-yeah. I was- I was making up an argument? I- I'm not good at- at arguing for real, so I like to- to practice? Sometimes? When I'm on my own?"
"Well," the knight mutters, looking away, "I believe you're not good at talking, at least."
Rilla swallows, ducking her head, and-
And in the water beneath her, Arum rolls his eyes hard enough to make a little ripple on the surface above him, and then he makes a face as if he's gagging on a piece of rotten fruit. Rilla presses her lips together tight, choking down an almost overpowering urge to laugh.
"Your parents," the knight says, and Rilla's eyes flick back up from the water to his sullen, stubborn face instead. "They let you wander around in monster-infested wilderness all by yourself, then?"
"They- um. I mean- this place is pretty safe, and- and they aren't far."
"That's what you said before,"
"Do-" Rilla swallows. "Do you want me to- to call them? I can- I have a whistle, I can-"
The knight seems to consider this, looking her up and down as if checking for weapons and then scanning his eyes around the shore again quickly, and then he adjusts his stance, his frame tensing before he nods. "I think you had better, little girl. Go on, whistle for them."
Does he think that I'm a monster? Rilla thinks, feeling maybe just the littlest bit panicked, and then she raises her hand to her neck to lift the whistle.
They have a whole system, Rilla and her parents, for the emergency whistle. There's a call for monster, there's a call for injured, a call for someone else injured, a call for not-an-emergency-but-you'll-really-wanna-see-this-right-now-it's-cool, a call for I'm lost, among others. Rilla doesn't use any of those right now, though, because her parents don't think about magic and medicine exactly the same way that the King does, so-
Rilla lifts the whistle to her lips, and she gives the call that means that she's spotted a knight nearby.
The knight tenses further, as if he's fully expecting to be swarmed or something, and when nothing immediately jumps to attack him he glares at Rilla again. She- barely manages to fake a smile, certain that she must just look like she's showing teeth at this point, but it takes less than a minute for her dad to come bolting out of the underbrush on the far side of the pond.
"Rilla- Rilla what's wrong?" he says in a rush, and he's always been a better actor than Rilla or her papa. When he swings his eyes across the pond and 'notices' the knight, the flash of surprise on his face looks entirely genuine. "Oh- oh, I'm so sorry, Sir-"
"Sir Caradoc," he says, his expression bemused (surprised, Rilla thinks, that she was telling the truth) despite his flat, toneless voice. "The Dauntless."
"An honor," her dad says, smiling sharply, "and what a surprise to meet a knight this far from the Citadel! What- Rilla, why did you..."
He trails off, his sharp on her own, and Rilla manages a weak smile of her own. "He- he was- worried? That I was out here all on my own, so- so I wanted- I wanted to show him that I was- that you were here, if I was got in trouble."
Her dad exhales, something like a sigh, and then he nods and turns his attention back to Sir Caradoc. "Well, I'm glad nothing's wrong, at the least. Thank you so much for looking out for my daughter out here, Sir Caradoc. Please- would you come back to camp with us? I'm sure you're out here on important business, but the least we could do is get a hot meal in you before you've gotta be on your way, right?"
Caradoc raises an eyebrow, but after a moment his lip turns up into a very slight smile, and he nods.
"It'd be a pleasant change of pace," he says. "Been weeks since I've had a meal I didn't cook myself, and I'll admit I'm not as good with a ladle as I am with my sword."
Her dad's smile goes wider and more forced at the reminder of the weapon, but he laughs lightly anyway. "Great! Rilla, c'mon back to shore, now. We might not be home, but we've got company to look out for, yeah?"
Rilla nods, plastering on a smile that she hopes looks as honest as her dad's, and then she- she aims herself so she won't land right on top of Arum, and she hops into the water.
When she's under the surface she cracks her eyes open, and Arum is- closer than she expects. His eyes are narrowed and bright, even through the murk of the water, and when she makes a vague get out of here motion with her hands, he scowls even harder, and then he reaches out and grips one of her wrists. He flicks his eyes towards the surface, then back towards Rilla, and he squeezes lightly before he lets her go again, retreating further down into the muddy detritus at the bottom of the pond.
Rilla gives him one more glance (she can barely see him, obviously he knows exactly how to blend in), and then she kicks her way back to the surface, and then over to the edge of the water where her dad can reach down and lift her back out.
Her dad keeps hold of her hand when she's back on shore, and he squeezes soothingly as Sir Caradoc leads his horse around the pond to join them, trampling through the brush with authoritative carelessness.
"We'll be fine," her dad says under his breath, before the knight will be able to hear them again, and Rilla nods.
She already knew that, actually. She knows they'll be fine, because her papa is clever and her dad is confident and charismatic. She knows they'll be fine because her dad is holding her hand.
As Sir Caradoc comes closer, batting aside a hanging branch and wearing his bland, professional smile, Rilla thinks about Arum's hand, too. She thinks about the odd texture of his scales against her skin, the way he frowned when he squeezed her wrist, the intensity of his eyes under the water.
Rilla is pretty sure - pretty sure - that what he actually meant to say with that little squeeze was be careful.
Pretty good advice, Rilla thinks, if the coldness in Sir Caradoc's eyes above that smile is anything to go by.
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A Thousand Years...
Chapter 1
Heart beats fast. Colors and promises. How to be brave. How can I love when I’m afraid to fall. But watching you stand alone. All of my doubt suddenly goes away somehow…..
Summary: A soulmate’s purpose is to shake you up, tear apart your ego a little bit, show your obstacles and addictions, break your heart open so new light can get in, make you so desperate and out of control that you have to transform your life, then introduce you to your spiritual master. – Elizabeth Gilbert, Eat, Pray, Love
A new town, a new job, and a new life, one that you didn’t even expect……
Pairing: Reader x OFC Crystal, Reader x OFC Jessie Jensen Ackles x Reader.
Word Count: 1842
Warnings will include… Smut, language, unrequited/ requited love, cheating, and possibly more. This is gonna be a slow burn y’all!! This is brand new, so I will add to it as I know. Chapters will have warnings of their own if need be….
A/N: So my little cousin was watching breaking dawn in the living room, and I was folding clothes in the guest room… When the credits rolled and this song started, this fic hit me right in the face… I couldn’t escape it.. I don’t know yet how many chapters it will be! But If you want to be tagged let me know!! As always all mistakes are mine!! Feedback is gold!! Hope you guys enjoy this one!!
Fic Based on the Song A Thousand Years, by Christina Perri
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Austin, Texas. A city that seemed to have a life force of its own. Full of art, culture, music, and people of all verities. There was very little that people didn’t love about this place once you visited it. It draws you in and keeps you there. Holding you like a giant magnet and never letting you go. Like it had its own invisible pull.
Well, that’s what it did for you anyway.
And what better place to start life over than right here in Austin, Texas.
If there ever was a place in your mind you could start fresh, make something different of yourself, it was here; and if there was ever a place you could hide from you past it was here too.
Pulling the last shirt out of your bag and folding it before placing it in your dresser, you take a deep breath and look around at your new apartment. It was small, only a studio apartment, but that’s all you could afford right now. Besides, it was a start. There was a waiting list to get into most of the places like this in Austin, and you were lucky enough to know the manager of this apartment complex. She was actually your sister-in-law.
Sure, it was cheating, but you always loved your brother and his wife; and when your life fell apart back home they were the ones that suggested you move here.
Shoving the memories down of a failed engagement, and a promise of love that was obviously a lie, you make your way from your bedroom to your kitchen. You put on a small pot of coffee and sitting down with your laptop at the bar, letting out a sigh as you looked around your small space.
There was no point in dwelling on the past, only the future mattered now, or at least that what you kept telling yourself.
You had been avoiding every type of social media and most relatives since Justin left you standing at the altar. You just didn’t want to talk about it anymore. It was humiliating enough to be the bride that apparently no one really wanted, and reliving it over and over again every time someone wanted to discuss it wasn’t something you wanted to do. That was one of the main reasons why you left your home town when you were invited to live out here.
Crystal and your brother Jessie were the only people you knew in Austin. There were no high school classmates you had a danger of running into at the local supermarket, there were no “almost in-laws” living up the street from you. There were no ex fiances that you could run into at random moments in this town. No one knew you, no one knew your past, and no one would ever know if you had your way about it.
You left all that behind when you got in your car and drove to Austin, not looking back, and burying that part of you deep, deep down; never to be dug up by anyone else again.
You were just about to log onto the resume builder to start working on your resume when you heard a pounding on the door. That could only be one of two people, so you didn’t bother getting up to answer the door.
“It’s open!” you yell in the direction of the front door, not even bothering to look up when the door opened and Crystal flounced into the apartment, dropping her purse down on the bar next to you before flopping down on the vacant bar stool.
“So, you get yourself settled okay?” she asked, looking around your apartment like she’d never seen one before even though she works for the apartment complex and looks at the same damn floor plan every day.
“Yup,” you mumble, popping the P at the end. Not bothering to look up from your computer as you did.
You were a little aggravated that your brother and his wife and insisted on paying your rent up three months ahead for you, giving you a “jump-start” while you look for a job around here that could support you.
“You are still annoyed with me for paying the rent up aren’t you?” She ask, a smirk on her tinted lips. She was always one to apply the makeup heavy, and when she was at work she laid it on pretty thick.
“Yup,” you said again, hopeful she’d just drop the subject so that you could concentrate.
You’d been working for a local bar while you were still in your hometown, and so far that’s the only “job” experience you had. So you were basically just staring at your resume, with your past employer's information on it, and nothing else…
Maybe this was going to be a little harder than you thought it was going to be.
Crystal looked over your shoulder at your laptop screen, reading over your last employment information.
“So...got any idea what you want to do now that you’re here in Austin?” she asks you, stating the question like you might bight her head off if she caught you in the wrong mood.
Maybe you had been a little touchy lately, but you’d been through a lot, and your trust in people was pretty much nonexistent at this point.
The one person you let yourself trust, the one person you thought you were going to spend the rest of your life with, had let you down in one of the most humiliating ways possible, and it was going to take a lot to get past that. Even though you didn’t even want to admit it to yourself, you were pretty hung up on what happened to you. It wasn’t even “hurt” at this point, you were angry with Justin, and with most of the male population in general.
“Not a damn clue,” you admitted, running your hand through your hair and getting up to fix your cup of coffee, walking away from the most pathetic work experience list that you’d ever seen in your life on a resume for a moment before you started to cry again.
So much for a fresh start.
You were going to starve to death before you could find a damn job with a list of work experiences like the one you had, or at least that’s what the little sarcastic voice in your head retorted to you before laughing maliciously.
“Look there are a lot of bars and things around here in Austin. My suggestion is go with what you know. It may not be exactly the change you were looking for, but it will keep you in food and clothes while you look for something different that will let you start out on a training level.”
You pass her a cut of coffee across the small island bar in the middle of your kitchen before setting back down with a defeated huff, staring at your computer like if you stared at it long enough, you could will it to change it to suit you better.
Sighing defeatedly you exit out of the resume builder and start googling local bars you could walk around downtown to and see if they need a bartender. Thankfully you had just renewed your liquor license before you moved here, so at least you had that working for you.
“It’s not all bad you know, you get to meet all kinds of people in Austin working at a bar. Musicians, artists, hell we even got a few famous actors that live around here! You never know, mister right might walk right into one of those places and sweep you right off your feet,” she said, giving you an elbow to the ribs. You grimaced at her from the top of your coffee cup.
“I’m not looking for Mr. Right or Mr. Anyone for that matter. I’ve had enough of dating, relationships, and men right now to last me a lifetime,” you retort a little more sadistically than you probably actually intended.
“Oh come on, Y/N! There’s nothing wrong with having someone to have a little fun with. You’re a young, attractive woman. Don’t count off all men just because of one asshole. You will be surprised by the men out there that would give their left arm to have a chance with you. You sell yourself too short,” she chided, watching your reaction closely.
Shrugging, your roll your eyes dramatically as your brother burst through the door, not even bothering to knock.
“What’s up, ladies?” Jessie said, sitting down a few boxes of pizza on the bar in front of you.
“Dinner is served! I thought I’d be nice and pick up dinner for you girls tonight since Chris has to work late and you’re just getting settled,” he said, leaning against the bar, looking over your computer at your computer before you slammed it closed.
“My hero,” you said with a sneer.
Crystal snickered at you before opening the pizza box and grabbing a slice. “Dear God. Pizza and coffee for supper. I feel like I’m in college all over again.”
“Fuck, at this point I wish I’d have gone to college. I’m never going to find a job here that’s not slinging drinks for a bunch of drunk men at all hours of the night,” you grumble, grabbing a slice of your own.
“So that’s up with the list of local watering holes you had pulled up there? Here I was thinking you just wanted to get tossed,” he said sarcastically.
“No jackass, it’s just the only job I’m qualified for,” you growl, shooting him the finger and causing a coughing fit from Crystal who was laughing hysterically next to you.
“Well, you know if you are not interested in the whole bar scene anymore there’s a fairly new brewery that has opened up in Dripping Springs, Texas. One of our local celebrities and his family opened it up. They might be looking for someone. It is out in the country, it closes fairly early, usually it’s shut down by like 11 at night. It’s a bar, but it’s not a bar. Hell, you might even like it. Live music, trivia nights, I think it’d be a good thing for you,” he said, walking around you grabbing a glass and feeling it with water before returning back to the opposite side of the bar.
Rubbing your face with your free hand and taking a deep breath you tried to decide what to do. It didn’t sound that bad, but could things actually work out like you were supposed to? Could things actually go that right, or would it be just something that you got your hopes up for again and got let down?
Jessie could see your internal battle, reaching across the bar he grabbed your shoulder and made you look at him.
“I’ll tell you what, both Chris and I have tomorrow off, let’s drive out there and see if they’re looking for anyone to hire. Either way, it might be fun. You deserve to have a little fun after everything that you’ve been through. Let’s just go have a good family day.”
“Okay, okay fine!” you said, leaning back and crossing your arms over your chest. “We’ll go check it out.”
Deep down inside there was a twinge of nerves you hadn’t felt in a very long time, and you didn’t know what to make of it, but you knew that if this worked out it could be the change you were looking for.
Could you really be that lucky?
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2020
Uh oh, it’s time for the cranky smol one to get sappy af. Prepare yourselves. Because yeah, I’m gonna get sappy.
This past year has been… To put it bluntly, it was one hell of a ride. I moved from state to state after spending the past two years taking care of my mother, I lost important people in my life (some through my own stupidity, others simply because they showed their true colors) and I lost a pet that for 13 years roughly, was a huge part of my life. I rescued a cat. I feel like this past year taught me a lot but the most important thing that it taught me was to be thankful for who/what I have in my life, because I might not always have these things/people.
Since there’s a loooot, holy shit so much.. I’ll put a read more.
REGRETS:
First of all, to the one person I’m no longer speaking to/following on here. I just know that you were a blessing in my life while you were around. I know we couldn’t ever really be close friends like we were before everything played out, but I truly hope the best things in life happen to you. You’re a good person, always know that. I hope you’re happier now and I hope that you eventually find and embrace your own inner truth without anxiety or fear.
Secondly, there were a few people who I misjudged/let go of this past year that maybe I wish I hadn’t. If any of you are reading this, I’m so so so so sorry. I don’t know what made me do it, but I know that I just… Felt like I wasn’t as good as any of you and like I never really fit in, so rather than make you all keep dealing with me, I did what I thought was best and cut the cord. I really wish I hadn’t and I know it’s probably way too late, but I really am sorry. You were great people and I really do miss our talks and stuff. I just felt like I was in the way, so I took myself out. Anxiety is a real bitch and while that’s not an excuse for me just going silent / blocking you guys, it’s the simplest truth. I was in a bad place for a while there and in my own head too much. I’m better now, but I’m fairly sure that it’s too little & too late. So, once again, I’m so so so sorry.
NEW FRIENDS:
Oh god, where to start? I made so many new friends this year on this blue hell-site. So many. And I’m thankful for every single one of you even if I somehow miss your name. On that note,I’m sorry in advance if I do and I mean nothing by it. Also, these are in absolutely no certain order. If I tried to go alphabetically, I’d probably wind up messing it up.
@xladyxfatex I am so, so, so, so glad you sent me that meme and we started to talk. It has been so much fun rp’ing again, and I’m really enjoying getting to know you better. I love our rp and you’re such a sweet person. I can’t wait to see where this year takes us.
@writtingrose you are an amazing writer and you’re a down to earth and sweet person. I was moved by your Beautiful To Me series (it’s plus size reader, you guys MUST go read it.) and I’m so glad I reached out. I can’t wait to start our rp, if you’re still down for it. I love reading your writing and I can’t wait to get to know you better.
@komaniac I absolutely love your love for Kevin. I really don’t get to talk to you often, but I’ll see your Kevin posts and I’m like sitting on my side of the computer screen silently nodding. Your Kevin content is always making me smile. I love you for that, never change.
@rampagewriting… I can’t remember which of us reached out first, but girl. I am so so glad we’re friends. You’re an amazing and strong person and I love all your fics. I love opening our DM and yelling about things with you, whether it’s Zak Bagans ( we deffo need to go ghost hunting one day, tbh) or any of our other favorites. I’m so glad we’re friends and I hope that we get to be even better friends during 2020.
@the-ville-idiot Wren, I love you. Seriously, I love you. You’re always so bubbly and happy and like… I legit enjoy our random conversations. We have a lot in common.
@doedreamss Ashley, I mean Doe. You’re such a sweetheart and I wish I had half the life experiences you have. I love you. I enjoy talking to you about certain cowboys and certain bad boys. I love your writing, I wish I wrote more like you did, tbh. I hope you never change and I hope we stay friends. If you ever need to talk or want to talk, you’re always welcome in my DM’s.
@robwiethoff I LOVE LOVE YOUR LOVE FOR HANGMAN. I aspire to love something/someone as much, tbh. I know I’m probably annoying af, but honestly, I enjoy talking to you. I hope to get to know you better, you’re a sweetheart. I love reading your writing / hearing your ideas and honestly, just.. I send you hugs.
@adamcolesteeth I’ve really enjoyed talking to you and I genuinely thank you for the random fake fic title prompts, because I’ve really had a blast doing them. I loved your Christmas Luchasaurus fic, it was so much fun to read.
@hardcorewwetrash we may not like the same football teams, ( roll damn tide, lol) but I honestly love to read your posts. You’re a real person and the world needs more of those. You speak your mind. I honestly wish I could just do that sometimes. It’s been so fun talking to you / seeing your posts on the dash.
@country-believethat-gallowaywwe AHHHH. I LOVE THE TALKS WE HAVE ABOUT DREW. Also, thanks for all the picture inspiration you send me that one time I really, really, really needed it. I think you’re a sweetheart and I hope to get to know you better / have more talks in the future.
@twdeadfanfic I love your fics, first of all. You’re an amazing writer and you blow me away with each new one you post. I know we don’t get to talk often, but I enjoy talking to you.
@heel-rollins you are a sweetheart. I love talking to you and I wish we got to talk more, tbh.
@hamstxr I love your posts, they always make me smile. I wish we get to talk more and you seem like a really sweet person.
@kittysilver86 Kitty, I love you. You’re a positive and sweet person and your writing is so good and so fluffy yet dirty, I love it. I love Ava as a character and I love these little universes you make up. Your posts always make me smile and honestly, I just wanna hug you. I really enjoy being friends with you even though we don’t get to talk often.
@schizoauthoress You’re a really kind person. I really enjoy your posts on my dash and I love the talks we’ve had there. If you ever wanna talk my DM’s are always open. You seem really down to earth and really open and I love that. I hope to get to know you better this year.
@vonschweetz Von, I am so proud of you. You’ve been through a lot and you went above and beyond to rise out of it all and you’re thriving now. You’re a huge inspiration and you’re so freaking sweet that like.. If anyone ever tried to hurt you, I’d probably give them these hands. I love talking to you, I love looking at your edits and I really, really, really love your fics. You always make me smile.
OLD FRIENDS:
@helluvawriter you’re a kind person and I love you so much. You’re a really amazing writer and you’re always so down to earth. You were the first friend I made in the wrestling fandom way back when and even though we don’t get to talk much anymore, I love you and I love our talks when we do. You’re an amazing mother. I hope if I ever get to be a mom, I’m like you. I’m so glad we’re friends.
@andie01 holy shit.. You’re so much fun to talk to. I love that you’re as blunt as me and that we can just DM back and forth about total randomness. I love Beasts, it’s one of my favorite fanfictions of all time. I love you so much. Like.. you’re an inspiration to me and i don’t think you realize that. I’m so glad we’re friends.
@wrestlingismyguiltypleasure First of all, you’re an amazing mother. And I am so happy for you and your little family! I love talking to you, even if we don’t get to talk that much anymore, I enjoy our talks when we do. You’re going to get me to write Alpha!Ethan Carter III yet, I promise. It’s coming. You inspire me and I love the random things you send me to look at. I’m so glad we’re friends.
@kayah16 I wish I was half as creative as you. I love reading your one shots and I love you. You’re a really amazing and kind person and honestly, the world could use more of that. There are so many times I’m having an absolute shit day and I log on and you’ve sent me a recipe or tagged me in something that makes me smile. I wish I could hug you. I hope I can help you as much as you’ve helped me. If you ever need me, I’m here. I’m so glad we’re friends.
@missjenniferb I love the random thirst tags and the dm’s at 1 am, they always make me smile. I love that you tag me in Bucky things now, because that’s kinda how I got so deep into him. I blame you for that. I really have so much fun talking to you because it’s like… the lengths of our dirty minds combined, and i live for that. You always make me smile, I just hope I make you smile too. I’m so glad we’re friends.
@heelsamizayn you’re also another person I started to talk to way back when and honestly, I really, really, really love you. You’re a sweet and blunt person who isn’t afraid to say what she thinks. I love talking to you, whether it be about any of our thirsts or whatever we’re writing or random stuff that irritates us both during the day. I’m so glad we’re friends.
@bo0kitten I really love our talks. We like a lot of the same bands, and you always have these well thought out opinions / facts on things. I love seeing you on my dash and I really wish we got to talk more often. I’m so glad we’re friends.
@chasingeverybreakingwave BB you really didn’t think I was going to forget you.. Noooo. Never. I love talking to you and I love your posts / live blogs. You dragged me kicking and screaming into Jimmy Havoc and I love you for it. You’ve also gotten me into music that I hadn’t ever heard before too. Never change, bb! I’m so glad we’re friends.
@calwitch MOM HI! I love you. And I will totally let you adopt me. You’re kinda stuck with me now. I love your posts and you never fail to encourage me when I need it most. You’re a sweet person and totally down to earth and open. Some of your comments on my fic posts have given me that little nudge when I needed it most and I can’t thank you enough for that. You’re an awesome and fun person and I love that you don’t hold back on anything. I’m so glad we’re friends.
@markostuntthesehoes I absolutely adore you and I love your writing. I love our talks, the things we’ve bounced back and forth over DM’s. You’ve gotten me to really appreciate people that I wasn’t sure about before talking to you. Your posts always make me smile and you’re an absolute gem. I’m so glad we’re friends.
#putting this on my writing blog bc some of you lovelies don't follow my personal and I wanna make sure everyone sees this#if I forgot you please don't think that means I don't like you bc I love all of you#I just have the memory of an actual goldfish#2020 thoughts#if you wanna get to know me better my dm's and my asks are open always#just not on anon bc nope fuck anon
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8 Tips for remote working
Millions of people are going to experience work from home(WFH) and social distancing themselves from others due to the Covid-19. Work from home blurs the line between work and life. We used to define them easily but now they are just mixing. Stay away from the colleague brings freedom and loneliness at the same time. It’s a brand new experience for many people. We picked up 8 tips along the way.
1. Set up a comfortable workspace.
Your Home is your office now! A clean and tidy workspace will dramatically improve your productivity. Hide electrical wires and charges will provide instant feedback for the desk cleanness. Prepare storage boxes for paper, files and pen to keep the workspace organized and you will never confuse where to find your important file for tomorrow’s meeting.
Inspiroy H950P user: @dankstudio
Cleaning one time and hope workspace stay organized forever is just a dream, so don’t forget to clean regularly.
KAMVAS Pro 22 user: @johan_wynen⠀
2. Choose a handy tool
A handy tool is crucial for productivity. Huion’s audiences are mostly artist. During their office work, they already get acquaint with pen tablet and pen pen display. These tools already like the extension of artists’ body.
Actually for the students and teachers who start distance education recently, a pen tablet or pen display will be a perfect substitute for pen and paper. E-learning is trending in nowadays, a pen tablet like Inspiroy Ink H320M is a perfect choice for the future distance education.
3. It’s all about self-control
Set boundaries between work and life. Don’t blend them because we are now working in the place we live. There’s TV at home, family members may come in and out of your room, plus the temptation of social media especially now there is no supervisor is watching over your shoulder?
Do whatever you need to do to stay on task. Turn off the TV, close the door and tag a “do not disturb” sign on the door, put your phone in airplane mode and log off your social media account.
It’s all about self-control to stay on task.
4. Hold your own working time
For the people who live by themselves, the only concern is how to deal with loneliness and distribute my time. If you live with your family or you have roommates, you may have to deal with the following situation: your mom is asking you to do some laundry or your roommate is chatting with you about the last episode of GoT.
Work from home doesn’t mean not working at all. Tell your family that you’re unavailable for certain periods each day and better work in a room with a door you can close
5. Make a schedule
You will start to realize how many chores are crowded together when spending all day at home: unwashed dishes, messy clothes on the floor, the lunch you always forget. Normally you will clean these up at the weekend, but now it just becomes an endless distraction. Develop a schedule for different tasks and stick with it.
6. Change your clothes
Accidentally show up in a video conference with your cozy pyjamas brings an awkward moment. You don’t need to wear a business formal dress code when work from home, but at least swap from last night’s pyjamas to a simple T-shirt will make you feel like you are actually at work.
7. Music is your new colleagues
With no colleagues around, music will become your new coworker. People feel less alone when turn on the music. No headphone required—just let the music flow around the room. If you find music is a distraction for you, you can try some background white noise, it can help you concentrate while working.
8. Make yourself a proper meal
It's a good chance to learn how to cook and make yourself some proper meal. A lunch break is also good for your productivity and efficiency. Keep the nutrition balance in mind. For the mental workers, it’s necessary to have some carbohydrate.
9.Stay safe and wash your hand!
Here is the instruction of how to wash your hand from US CDC:
1. Wet your hands with clean, running water (warm or cold), turn off the tap, and apply soap.
2. Lather your hands by rubbing them together with the soap. Lather the backs of your hands, between your fingers, and under your nails.
3. Scrub your hands for at least 20 seconds. Need a timer? Hum the “Happy Birthday” song from beginning to end twice.
4. Rinse your hands well under clean, running water.
5. Dry your hands using a clean towel or air dry them.
Singing the birthday song twice is the right amount of time to wash your hands. If you don't want to sing the birthday song, it is also good to recite Macbeth's monologue.
Credit: @yassa_m
#remote work#home office#drawing#online conference#online meeting#quarantine time#stayathome#drawingtablet#tablet#music#setup#officecom-setup#hand tools#hand washing#eat#sleep
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Penpaling Chapter 1
October, 2017.
“Mom! Did I get any letters yet?” You asked, opening the front door.
“No honey. Sorry.” You murmured an ‘ok’. It was a long day so you made yourself a cup of tea before retiring to your room.
You’ve been waiting for letters to arrive for almost a month. At least one would have arrived by then. You were recently intrigued with penpal letters by watching YouTube videos on them. One month ago you logged onto your Tumblr account and made an infinite amount of posts requesting penpals. You even went out to buy stationery, stickers and everything you can imagine to decorate them and make them look pretty. So far you’ve sent but not yet received.
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“Oi Felix, you coming or not?” Chan settled himself on the chair of his studio as he stared at Felix who was playing on his phone. He eventually sat beside his friend and started at the computer screen.
“Are we really doing this?”
“Sure, why not?”
Tumblr, a magical and equally scary place that is the home of many fangirls. At least that’s the side they saw. After their first tumblr experience, Felix and Chan liked to go on Tumblr and see if there were any fans watching their survival show and hopefully rooting for them to debut. There were a lot. One day, Chan logged onto his account and began to randomly read posts. He encountered a post called “Penpals?”. He was intrigued.
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“Penpals?”
Hello! My name is Arizona, I am 20 years old and I am looking for a penpal…
Tags: penpal, kpop penpal, kpop
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Bang Chan was definitely intrigued by this. He never had a penpal before and what better than someone who didn’t know and never will know who he is. So, he did it. He messaged that person and made sure she knew that he was a safe person to write to. He didn’t want her to give her address to random strangers. But wait, is it just a letter? He looked for ideas and decided on sending her a care package with a few Korean things like snacks, face masks and some cute stationary for her to keep. This was probably the only time he was going to send it anyway. Before he sent it, he made sure to put a fake name on his dorm address. From her tumblr page he knew that she had no idea who they were. She was more into RnB and older generations.
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Arizona dozed off in her music history class, as always. “Why do I need a degree?” She thought. It’s just a piece of paper and a lot of debt. Eventually, her class finished and she did what she does every single Friday, look for her best friend Nick, sit in their local coffee shop, start their homework and plan their next week. They did that, every single Friday.
“Any luck yet” Nick asked as edited his class notes.
“Yeah! I got one from Australia on Monday and one from Tennessee on Wednesday!” Arizona was ecstatic when she saw the letters in her mailbox. She read them twice and she put the letters and everything in a beautiful velvet box her mother used to have. The tea she received from her Aussie penpal? She drank it.
“I really don’t know how you do it”.
“Do what?”
“Have the patience to write letters and decorate them”. She laughed.
“You just have to be into it. Just like you’re into English, unlike me”.
After a good 2 hours they both headed home. Arizona left her bag in the living room and headed over to the kitchen to help her mother make dinner.
“Honey, did you order anything?” Her mother asked.
“Not that I know of. Why?” Her mother, Clara, nodded her head towards the kitchen table where a box sat. It was a decent sized box. Did she order something? She sat down at the table and examined the box. It did come from Asia for sure because of the mailing information but she was sure she didn’t order anything. Maybe she accidentally clicked order on yesstyle the last time she was on the site. She looked at the sender’s name: Bang Jin Ho. Who was that? Then she remembered the conversation she had with someone from South Korea on Tumblr. ‘Oh shit!’ She thought.
“Mom, I’ll be right back!” She grabbed the box and ran to her room. Her heart was beating fast. She didn’t think he would send her something, maybe a letter, but a big box? She jumped on her bed and began to open it. AGH! She couldn’t. She was too excited.
‘Breathe Arizona. Breathe.’ She took a deep breath and finally opened the box. Shocked is a small word for what she felt.
‘’Did I order a Korean subscription box?” She said out loud. A letter in a blue envelope was the first thing she noticed but, she wanted to save the letter for last so she set it aside.
The first thing she saw was a couple of face masks, Korean face masks. Let me say this again. Korean face masks. Do you know how much these cost online + shipping or in the store? Like 5 dollars each! Anyway she was extremely surprised, there was also a box of.. tea? She obviously couldn’t read Korean. There were two packets of dried seaweed. ‘Oh! I have to try that.’ There was also a mug…. Arizona almost fainted. It was a pink mug that said Girls Generation. Her favorite gg’s! There are more things?! ‘How much money did he spend?’ She thought. There were 3 packs of ramen with different flavors and level of spiciness and oh my lord… so much stationary. ‘Did he buy the whole store?’
Her hands dropped onto her lap as she stared towards the wall. He did this for her. Shipping must have been expensive as hell. She suddenly felt bad. What if he was in a tight spot and needed the money? Did she seem very eager to know about his culture? Oh no. What is he was a sugar daddy?! She didn’t want one! She shook the image out of her head to keep focusing on her task. There were two things left; a pair of bamboo chopsticks and a beautiful bookmark with a golden temple which she immediately put in the book she was currently reading.
She was touched, extremely touched. She put everything back with care and grabbed the letter. Her name was written in neat handwriting.
Dear Arizona, I have to be really honest with you. I’ve never really written a letter before, much less a handwritten on. So you’re the lucky first. I hope this package doesn’t have any problems getting to you. I also hope you liked everything in it. As you may know, I am from South Korea! These are some things from here that I really hope you like. The tea that is inside is Yuja-cha tea, you just stir it in hot water. I know you like SNSD so I included the mug. Oh! I wish I could’ve sent you Soju but I don’t think customs would’ve liked that and I know the legal age in America is 21.
As you also know, my name is Jinho. I am 20 years old and I love music and dancing. I grew up in Australia but moved to Korea because of my dad’s job. I am new to the whole penpaling thing so I really don’t know what else to write about. I do want to recommend you some songs. I know you don’t listen to a lot of newer kpop but here are the songs that I personally like:
Likey by Twice
Be Lazy by Day 6
You Are by Got7
Matryoshka by 3racha (they are soundcloud rappers. I recently discovered them and they’re really good)
I think I’ll end this here. I live in a rented house with a couple of my friends and we are going out to dinner as a group and they are being extremely noisy and I should get ready. I uh, should go. Bye! I hope you have a lovely day and days until you hear from me again. That is if I hear from you again. It was nice writing to you! Bye!
Jinho.
Arizona was smiling ear to ear. Again, she really didn’t expect this gesture. She made a mental note to write down a list in order to send him a few things and to pick up a few more shifts at work. Shipping will be expensive as hell but it’s the least she could do.
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Hey guys this is chapter 1. It’s not that great so I hope you like it. I don’t know how many chapters it will be but I do know that it’s going to be a quick and short story.
#stray kids imagine#stray kids imagines#imagines#bang chan#stray kids#bang chan imagine#bang chan imagines#i suck at writing but here it is#penpaling#australia#south korea#america#united states#kpop#kpop imagine#requests open#bang chris#chris bang#christopher bang
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