#🖋️ | story unfolding
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He wants to learn from her?! Oh, how wonderful! A wonderful recipe for disaster. Pun intended. It’s not that Cassi is a culinary jinx. The main concern that plagued her was that Thomas, as sweet as he is, would probably make the poor woman fumble and forget what she’s doing in the kitchen; Especially with the way he looks at her. How do people do that?! The look. Not just any look. THE look. The one that’s so simple, so casual, but can make the person on the receiving end melt like butter on a frying pan. Oh poor Cass, her brain just had a little bit of a lag processing this but it’s barely noticeable! Whew!
“Hey, we’ll see where we stand in comparison to each other then. Name the time and place, and I’m down.”
Back to the way he’s looking at her right now though, shall we? His careful gaze upon her makes her feel like the rest of the world is a blur. The only thing that’s clear is them. Actually, the world is like the static of a vinyl player that’s overshadowed by their intertwining melodies. A harmony of their presence. Not quite the same as each other yet they seem to fit together quite nicely, wouldn’t you think?
Oh. He’s talking. Tune in! One two three, Cassi to earth! Once she realizes Thomas is genuinely interested in her work, the summer breeze suddenly feels like a sigh of relief washing over her. That might just be Thomas’s presence though. Even if he’s the manager of some big artist, she didn’t feel as intimidated at the thought of showing him her art as she thought she’d be. Not right now at least. “Yeah! He uh, he always shows them off wherever he can. Actually, if you pop by the store while I’m working, I might have a little surprise for you. Aside from like, my uncle’s makeshift gallery of painted records. There’s one tha-”
Aaaand her babbling is cut off when he removes the leaf from her hair. As his hand was in her hair, hell, the moment he reached out to her, poor Cassi looked like a koi fish opening and closing its mouth slowly. Like she was stunned by his gesture. It’s in a cute way, not like she saw a cicada in his hair.
Oh wait. Nevermind. There is.
She doesn’t exactly want to reach forwards but she doesn’t want to freak him out. Oh boy. She also didn’t want to ruin the moment. Her hands are sweaty and it’s now only partially because of their proximity. How the hell is she gonna tell h-
She’s just. Staring at the cicada in his hair. Good luck Thomas. Cassi is not much of a bug person unless it’s the prettier ones. Butterflies, dragonflies, ladybugs, those are cool. Cicadas are…a hard pass. The most Cassi does is slowly, sloooowly lift a finger with the same stunned koi fish face, attempting to open her mouth to articulate his current predicament.
~ 🖋️ (I am SO sorry this is long. I do not apologize for the cicada though. A little hee hee hoo. A little jest. A little jingle jingle like a silly fool)
He blinks.
"Cass?"
He doesn't miss the little moments he catches her staring; not unaware of the way she zones out for a little bit between their exchange. And a small smile playing at his lips each time she does. It's endearing. He wants to know what she thinks about.
But... this time, it's different.
She looks more... shocked, than anything.
For a moment he's worried if he overstepped a boundary by being too close with her, but he follows her gaze to his hair. "Is... Something the matter? Something in my hair?" his brows furrow slightly, and he reaches up—
...Oh.
A wince at the touch, and he hurriedly flicks it out of his hair, not even bothering to look as it flies away. The telltale call in the distance—always louder than he'd have liked—is enough for him to know what it was.
"...Right. The wonders of being outdoors."
He gingerly shakes his hand, very visibly disturbed, before giving her a sheepish smile.
"I guess it's a good thing the leaf landed on you, instead of the cicada... I'd rather preserve the image of you now, without it. It's a lot prettier that way."
#🖋️ | story unfolding#in your painting... (cassiopeia verse)#thomas | prose#best regards; (inbox)#[ HAHAHAHAHAHA i love you#[ everytime i look at this ask i laugh 😆
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🖋️ hello everyone ! my name is clarissa, i am 24 years old and i am a roleplayer looking for partners to write on discord. on this account you'll find my main posts requesting for ships, manips, ask memes and so on. i have some rules if you mean to interact that you can find underneath the cut. welcome to my blog, and it is a pleasure to meet ya !
olá pessoal ! meu nome é clarissa, tenho 24 anos e sou uma roleplayer procurando parceiros para escrever no discord. nesta conta você encontrará minhas postagens principais solicitando ships, manips, perguntas memes e assim por diante. eu tenho algumas regras se você pretende interagir e que você pode encontrar embaixo do corte. seja bem vindo ao meu blog, é um prazer conhecê-le!
ships - plot bunnies - a. memes - face claims - pinterest.
while roleplay is a hobby i prefer people who like to discuss ships and plot threads and don't take months to reply. i understand work and college and life, of course, and completely understand needing to step back and go into the real world to breathe, but i don't enjoy feeling abandoned by my partnets after 3-5 months without a single paragraph as a reply.
i'm not good �� in writing male characters in general but i'll try after we discuss it. i just can't make any promises.
no hate speech! none whatsoever, this is a safe space for lgbtq+ communities, ships, all of it.
you must use discord to write and use tupperbox to organize the muses. if you don’t know what tupperbox is, here’s a tutorial. i promise it is extremely easy and it lets us get into the muse much more. i always like creating servers and having the story unfold over there, it’s really fun.
having me as a partner means accepting to receive memes and songs and manips all the time <3 you’ve been warned.
english is not my mother language so mistakes might happen from time to time.
PORTUGUESE:
embora o roleplay seja um hobby, eu prefiro pessoas que gostam de discutir ships e plotar e não demoram meses para responder. eu entendo o trabalho, a faculdade e a vida, é claro, e entendo completamente a necessidade de dar um passo para trás e entrar no mundo real para respirar, mas eu não gosto de me sentir abandonada pelos meus parceiros depois de 3 a 5 meses sem um único parágrafo como uma resposta.
não sou bom em escrever personagens masculinos em geral, mas vou tentar depois de discutirmos sobre e isso surgir. mas sempre prefiro muses femininas ou não bináries.
nada de discurso de ódio! nenhum absolutamente, este é um espaço seguro para comunidades lgbtq + , ships, tudo isso.
você deve usar o discord para escrever e usar o tupperbox para organizar as musas. se você não sabe o que é tupperbox, aqui está um tutorial. eu prometo que é extremamente fácil e no s permite entrar no personagem muito mais. eu sempre gosto de criar servidores e fazer a história se desenrolar lá, é muito divertido.
ter eu como parceiro significa aceitar receber memes e músicas e manips o tempo todo <3 você foi avisado.
#pronouns: she/her.#discord: hocspoccus#available for writing partners only - let me know who you are.
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📣 Attention Bendy Fans and Aspiring Writers! 🖋️📚
Hello fellow Bendy enthusiasts!
Are you a die-hard Bendy and the Ink Machine fan? Have you read all the Bendy books, played every game, and watched every thrilling moment unfold? If so, I want YOU to join a group of talented fanfic authors!
About me:
(ahem)
Hello!
my name is Meg, and I am a teenage girl currently attending a trade school, and struggle with severe ADHD, Anxiety, and OCD and am currently taking medication for all of these. Unfortunately, not all of my symptoms have been able to be effectively treated— as I suffer from severe writers block and mental fatigue when actually trying to put my thoughts and ideas on a page. This unfortunately includes the fanfic I’m trying to write, which is why I need help.
I struggle with communication and have only one friend because of this, who is also part of the bendy community. I should note I am very socially anxious, and shy, but friendly (I think?) once I warm up.
My role in writing the story:
as of right now I have a vague outline skeleton of the plot of the story, and character backstory’s, but if I could write an entire story by myself I probably wouldn’t be here asking for help, if you would like to see ideas I have for the story as of right now, I’ve copied and pasted the outline in a server on my discord!
My requirements:
This project is nonprofit, as I do not have the means to pay you (unemployed), so please have that in mind
I’d feel more comfortable if my fellow writers were around the same age as me, for maturity reasons and such, but I will allow people up to 20 to join.
I’d also appreciate it if you have read all the books/own them, I’m currently on page 40 of the Lost ones myself.
If you do want to join me, please have an example of your writing on hand (bendy fanfic if available)
Accurate Knowledge of history, ww2, America during ww2, etc
Able to accurately depict grief, etc
Background about the story
My fanfic takes place from 1943 to 1945
The main character, Sylvia is (unknowingly) the daughter of a famous retired Hollywood actress and an popular musician, Sylvia has two older brothers, who, along with their father, was drafted into ww2. Sylvie is the 3rd child and only daughter of the Young family— she has two younger brothers, who are twins.
Sylvia meets Joey when he takes a wrong turn on a street, and comes across her selling her painting and sketches on the sidewalk, eventually the two get to talking, and Joey offers her a job, which she accepts, and the rest of the story details her journey through the studio.
Warnings about the story : this fanfic will (probably) have period typical homophobia and racism, curses, harmful ideals, gore, body horror, torture, casualty’s of war, suicides, car wrecks, mental abuse, manipulation, exploitation, mentions of past abuse, character deaths, BRUTAL character deaths, and other warnings to be added.
How I currently imagine handling credit:
I’m think about having the people who worked on a certain chapter put their initials/names in either the bottom of the page, the top corner, or anywhere else I can think of, if you would like to suggest a different method please reach out to me
If you would like to join me, you can reach me (or join my discord server) on these platforms:
Discord server link:
My fanfic email:
Why did I add these themes? Because I feel like that if they weren’t mentioned, it kinda feels like we’re ignoring/erasing the past, and that is a major injustice to those who suffered because of these beliefs during this time.
(i should note that I myself do not support these “Ideals” and am part of the LGBTQ community myself (Asexual).)
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₊ ⊹ 🖋️ what is the sort of story you would write, if you were an author? ⊹ ₊
"consider me boring, but i find history rather captivating," she responds, leaning back comfortably in her chair. "i like reading about history, be it within the magical realm or the human world. it would be cool to be the one who jotting down present events as they unfold before you and turning perspectives into stories, knowing generations after will be reading it and wondering how amazing or boring the world used to be."
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🎶🖋️ Where stories unfold amidst tech and tranquility! Get an insider's look at Ace Digital Productions' spellbinding narrative craft.✒️📖
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A young girl woke up on New Year's morning in her room, still filled with the decorations from the previous night's party, in the gentle brightness of dawn. Her bedroom walls were painted a beautiful picture of promise by the first rays of sunlight that came streaming in through her window.
She felt a sense of anticipation boiling inside her, her eyes gleaming like the stars that had welcomed the dawn of the new year. She could not help but dream of love, like a song waiting to be composed, as the year 2024 unfolded before her like an unfinished chapter. She curled up by the window with a warm cup of coffee in the still minutes before the world came to a full stop. The outside world appeared to hold its breath, as though the natural world itself stopped to observe a hopeful soul's dreams. She closed her eyes and uttered her hopes to the cosmos in a low voice, pleading for love to enter her life in the upcoming year.
She imagined strolls under the stars, laughter with someone who understood her, and the warmth of friendship that has no bounds. She felt as though the pages of 2024 would have the enthralling story of a love that would tint her universe with hues of tenderness and joy. Her heart beats to the rhythm of possibilities. She silently vowed as time passed to welcome the unexpected and to allow love to find her amid the commonplace experiences and amazing journeys that lay ahead. The sounds of the midnight parties may have died away, but somewhere inside her, the song of hope continued, a soft reminder that the voyage into the new year promised the beautiful serenade of love.
She entered 2024 prepared to embrace the enchantment of love that the cosmos had written in the stars specifically for her, her heart full of hope.
penned by: Yrucrezia, 2024 🖋️
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"Whispers of the Soul: Embracing the Spiritual Essence of Silence, Pain, and Individual Stories"
क्या खूब कहा है किसी ने..🖋️
किसी की खामोशी
उसकी क़मजोरी नहीं
किसी बड़े दर्द की
निशानी है...
और युं ही चुप नहीं
रेहता कोई
सबकी अपनी _ अपनी
कहानी होती है.।
English Translation
Someone has beautifully said...🖋️
"Someone's silence is not their weakness; it's a sign of their strength. The presence of profound pain is a testament to a significant story. And just as no one remains perpetually quiet, everyone has their own unique narrative."
Introduction:
The profound statement "क्या खूब कहा है किसी ने..🖋️ किसी की खामोशी उसकी क़मजोरी नहीं, किसी बड़े दर्द की निशानी है... और युं ही चुप नहीं रेहता कोई, सबकी अपनी _ अपनी कहानी होती है.।" invites us to delve into the spiritual dimensions of silence, pain, and the unique stories that unfold in the quietude of every individual's existence.
The Deeper Meaning of Silence:
In the spiritual context, silence is not merely the absence of sound but a profound language of the soul. The saying beautifully asserts that someone's silence is not a sign of weakness but a nuanced expression of their inner strength. It prompts us to move beyond surface interpretations and recognize the depth within the quietude, where profound thoughts, emotions, and spiritual insights often reside.
Silence, in spirituality, becomes a sacred space for introspection, meditation, and communion with the divine. It is the language through which the soul communicates with the universe, transcending the limitations of words. This concept aligns with various spiritual traditions that emphasize the significance of silent contemplation as a pathway to self-discovery and connection with higher realms of consciousness.
Pain as a Signpost on the Spiritual Journey:
The saying introduces the idea that significant pain serves as a visible signpost on one's spiritual journey. Rather than viewing pain solely as a negative force, it invites us to perceive it as a poignant indicator of transformation and growth. Pain, in this context, becomes a teacher, guiding individuals towards deeper self-understanding and spiritual evolution.
In many spiritual philosophies, pain is seen as a catalyst for awakening. It is through confronting and transcending pain that individuals gain insights into the impermanence of worldly attachments and the eternal nature of the soul. The saying encourages us to embrace pain as an integral part of the spiritual path, understanding that it often leads to profound healing and spiritual awakening.
The Symphony of Stories in Silence:
The profound assertion that no one remains truly silent, that everyone has their own story, emphasizes the uniqueness of individual journeys. In the spiritual tapestry of existence, each person's silence resonates with their personal narrative, experiences, and spiritual insights. It underscores the idea that every individual is a living story, continuously evolving and contributing to the grand symphony of life.
Silence becomes a canvas on which the diverse stories of humanity unfold. Each person's experiences, joys, sorrows, and spiritual realizations are embedded within their moments of quiet contemplation. This concept aligns with the spiritual principle that every soul is on a unique journey of self-discovery and that the silence within is a sacred space for writing the chapters of one's spiritual narrative.
The Transformative Power of Expression:
While the saying highlights the significance of silence, it equally underscores that no one remains perpetually quiet. This implies that everyone eventually finds a mode of expression for their innermost thoughts and emotions. In the spiritual context, this expression could manifest through art, words, actions, or even silent gestures that convey profound spiritual insights.
The transformative power of expression is evident in various spiritual practices, such as sacred art, poetry, and rituals. The act of giving voice to inner experiences becomes a cathartic process, allowing individuals to share their spiritual realizations with the world. This creative expression becomes a means of connecting with others, fostering collective understanding, and contributing to the shared spiritual tapestry of humanity.
Conclusion:
In the intricate realm of spiritual exploration, the saying "क्या खूब कहा है किसी ने..🖋️ किसी की खामोशी उसकी क़मजोरी नहीं, किसी बड़े दर्द की निशानी है... और युं ही चुप नहीं रेहता कोई, सबकी अपनी _ अपनी कहानी होती है.।" unfolds as an invitation to explore the profound spiritual dimensions within silence, pain, and the individual stories that shape our existence. From the depth of silence emerges the strength of the soul, and within the tapestry of pain, there lies a transformative signpost on the spiritual journey. As we navigate the symphony of stories in silence, we discover the transformative power of expression and the interconnected threads of individual narratives woven into the fabric of universal consciousness.
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📚✨ Discovering Literary Wonders with Writer Helen Huang 🖋️🌟
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Getting over the initial shock of Thomas saying her name and hearing it a second time is enough to cause a flutter of concern within herself. Does she actually hate her full name, or just the incident that comes to mind when it’s said? Maybe not now, but one day she might be comfy with hearing her full name. Take that with a grain of salt.
“Let’s just stick to Cass for now. I’m just used to it is all!” She reassures the guy to let him know he didn’t do anything wrong. Thomas is a good golden retriever. Woof.
Damn. The sandwiches were a hit! Cool! “When I’m not stuck at work, yeah! Sometimes I toss on an old vinyl and cook up a storm. Just gotta make sure I can flip it over in time.” Cass lets out a laugh. It’s like the warm and fuzzy butterflies she felt were the ones making the sound with the flaps of their wings.
“How about you? Are you a Guy Fieri in disguise?”
Smooth, Cass. Don’t worry. Maybe he’ll take her to flavour town!
~ 🖋️(We're back besties <3)
"Then, Cass, it is," he nods in acknowledgement, allowing himself to relax a little more in his presence. "I think the nickname suits you, actually, if I may," he gestures to her vaguely with a laugh. "You seem like a bubbly person. Something tells me you're the type I need to be around more often."
Another bite of the sandwich as he pauses, considering her question. "Hmm. Me? I'm not sure if you'd consider me a particularly good chef... I suppose I get by? I tend to, ah... eat out more often. There isn't always time to cook for myself."
"Tell me about you, though. A records shop, huh?"
#🖋️ | story unfolding#[ i MISSED YOU#in your painting... (cassiopeia verse)#best regards; (inbox)#thomas | prose
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F, H, P, and R for the fanfic asks 🖋️
F: Share a snippet from one of your favorite dialogue scenes you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.
“I still think it’s strange you’re seeing the same man your brother dated not a month ago. That just seems bizarre. I have to admit I’m curious how Andrey feels about it.” Peter gives him a withering look, one he’s gotten used to accompanying words of condescension. It strikes him then that Andrey might not even know about the two of them. The look makes him feel all sheepish, but he’s not the one with a secret to hide. He puffs his chest out, ready for the inevitable. “I guess you’re going to tell me I don’t get it?”
“I’m going to tell you it’s none of your business,” Peter corrects. His tone is remarkably polite, considering the invasion of privacy. In his place, Artemy doubts he’d be so civil. Peter eyes turn from Artemy back to his drawing, appraising it. It only looks half-finished, but he sets it aside all the same. He’s not expecting the other man to continue, but Peter surprises him. “We both see the impossible. We want to bring it to life.” Artemy watches as he reaches a hand under his desk, and pulls out a full bottle of twyrine. He tips his head, and sees a few empties lined up under the desk. When he stands back up, Peter has the cork on the table, and the head of the bottle to his lips. “There’s nothing more for you to understand.”
this is from a conversation artemy & peter have in honey & venom, and i was just. really happy with how that scene turned out. i feel like people make artemy so flawless when they write him most of the time, so i wanted to give him something. and this is what it turned into. i had a friend with more experience read over the scene and that was the first time i had someone do. i guess a sensitivity read? although i didn't explicitly ask for it. it's something i'd be interested in doing more in the future if i can get my social anxiety to work with me.
H: How would you describe your style?
ugh i'm really not good at describing myself. i feel like my style...vacillates between being very dry and straight-forward and being very purple and flowery. i work really hard on making it meet somewhere in the middle. i think the best word to describe my style is introspective.
P: Are you what George R. R. Martin would call an “architect” or a “gardener”? (How much do you plan in advance, versus letting the story unfold as you go?)
answered :)
R: Are there any writers (fanfic or otherwise) you consider an influence?
i feel like i get influenced by everything i read in some way or another. i'm trying to get back into the habit of reading more so that i can play around with my style more. and i don't want to hurt anyone by not naming them here but i will say there are some fics that jump to mind that i'd like to write more like going forward... stuff by carefulfleshgnawer and plaugedboar and crostiina. i'm reading a fic right now by zentashadoe that's making me think a lot about how i write about mental health. as for non-fic - like i said, i feel influenced by pretty much everything i've read. last intentional mimicry in my style was probably stephen king (for playing around with text when i was reading carrie and the shining) and specifically the creature's passages in frankenstein. although i haven't read that in a long while. and a little bit of tolkien's style when i was reading fellowship :)
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@ahogedetective asked: 🖋️ : Do you find dialogue harder than prose or vice versa? How much? Are they about the same? (and!) 💫 : Have you noticed any large stylistic changes between your writing from when you first started vs how you write now?
Roleplayer Ask meme - Still Accepting!
🖋️ : Do you find dialogue harder than prose or vice versa? How much? Are they about the same?
For Sonia specifically, dialogue is just about the same as prose for me. Where the difficulty comes in is usually the thread and/or the mun I’m writing with: if our writing styles click and we’re able to easily converse OOC, then I usually have no trouble writing, or at least knowing where a thread is going to go. I can get tired sometimes getting it onto the page, especially if it’s a longer reply with NPCs, but it’s not necessarily harder, just strenuous.
Where it gets harder is when I’m writing with someone I don’t have as much writing chemistry with, or it’s hard to get a read on their muse, or I’m not sure what they want out of a thread/interaction, or the reply I’ve gotten back doesn’t move the thread forward at all and I’m having to come up with new ways to move the plot/interaction along. Then both dialogue and prose are difficult (and I yell at my computer, distract myself from writing, etc).
tl;dr - It’s less about the type of writing and more about the mun’s writing style, muse, and specific thread/interaction.
💫 : Have you noticed any large stylistic changes between your writing from when you first started vs how you write now?
Oh goodness, absolutely. When I first started, everything was in chat boxes or IMs. Actions were written in :: :: or * *. And none of it was in a para style: everything was one-liners or very short single paragraphs, for the most part.
RP, in the places where I was roleplaying, was a relatively new thing. Not to say it hadn’t been going on in message boards, chats, ICQ, email, etc. before, but I got in on RP from the ground up on most places I was writing it, save for tumblr. I took a massive break during my university years (and glad I did! I’d gotten so burnt out by the end of high school), that by the time I graduated, I’d missed the Facebook/Myspace era of RP entirely. I also missed the beginnings of tumblr as I was more involved in trying to build my career and get into my local cosplay community. Tumblr has been the only instance where I came to RP a bit later, but I also came to the RPC a lot older than plenty of other muns I’ve written with and seen on dash, too.
Now, I aim for longer paragraphs. I like a literary style, I like multi-layered plots and muses and the various twists and turns that can happen in a thread or series of interactions with a character. To that end, at least with this specific muse, I’m far less interested in anything that unfolded in-game and most Hope’s Peak Academy-based stories (barring crossovers and OC muses, which can shake up the world quite a bit): I like exploring Sonia’s world beyond that. What happens after the canon leaves off, what happens in a Non-Despair verse after graduation, historical-based threads, etc. Anything and everything that broadens the Danganronpa world beyond what the games give us or suggest exists.
Not that those plots are bad at all. When I was younger and first starting to RP, I liked to keep to more canon settings and plots with my canon muses (and OCs for canon verses). I was excited by that and more comfortable writing that. But at this point in my writing, I like to push way beyond what canon gives us. I have with pretty much any muse I’ve written in the past 5-8 years or so.
#more-than-a-princess answered#more-than-a-princess musings#(Roleplayer Ask meme)#ahogedetective#(Thank you for the asks!)
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*Well this is fine. Totally fine. Actually, wait, THOMAS is fine. Gotta keep her head in the game! A sheepish laugh flutters from her red lips as the young woman replies,* “I can say the same to you! You look great!”
*Great??? GREAT??? She might as well high five him and call him ‘champ.’ Honestly, nothing she said was bad. The poor woman is just a wild overthinker. Now to try and keep moving things forward to avoid further embarrassment!*
“Getting here wasn’t an issue! Besides, even if I had trouble on the way here, it’d be worth it.”
*Before she can continue, she feels something cold on her chest. That’s when her cheeks match the hue of her lipstick. Her brain lags harder than a new computer running windows 11 (excuse anons vendetta). She left her name tag from work on her shirt. Her name reads out ‘Cassiopeia’ with the ‘iopeia’ somewhat scratched out with a sharpie. In their texts she told Thomas that her name was Cass, but didn’t let on about the rest.*
*What do the kids say? Oh. Oh balls.*
~ 🖋️ [Emerged from my sewers but I can’t send Cass’s sketches as anon. I can send a preview in DMs, orrrr I can finish and polish them then just. Slither out of the anon skin.]
Hey, are you... alright? Mm... Nervous, perhaps? Please, be at ease with me, Miss Cass...
*His voice trails off, and he spots the little nametag on her shirt.*
Cassiopeia? Is that your full name? It's very beautiful.
#in your painting... (cassiopeia verse)#🖋️ | story unfolding#[ ooh!! you're very free to do as you wish!! dms are always open <33#[ i thiiiinkk you should be able to dm me? ;o#[ whatever youre comfy with anon!#thomas | prose#best regards; (inbox)
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*The days leading up to the date seem to drag on. One day feels like a week. Two days feels like a year. The call from Thomas happened to catch her while she was on her break from work that evening. It was revealed she works at a music store, which is pretty cool! A woman of many interests? A creative soul? A catch for sure. Aside from the rather loud sneeze of her manager in the background, the call went well. They confirmed the date and time as well as what to bring.*
*The day comes. It’s show time, you simps. She stands in front of the mirror and studies her appearance. Good enough. It’s a nice day so she walks to the park with her backpack ready. It’s not a fancy picnic basket but we ball. On her way, she does wonder if he’ll be early or late. Or on time. Or will she get stood up?*
*No. She’s a catch! That’s a possibility though. A slim possibility. If it happens, then she’ll have to accept her fate as a sad jingling fool with some grace. But let’s stay optimistic! Each step she makes to the spot they agreed upon makes her heart beat a bit faster.*
~ 🖋️
[*KICKS DOWN THE DOOR* I MADE SOME SKETCHES OF HER which I’ll eventually share. I decided upon a name too, but I’ll reveal it in the next reply. Cackling like Stitch when he crash lands on earth.]
*Thomas was always respectful of time, and had just set down the picnic blanket as he caught sight of her.*
Ah, looks like you made it! You look lovely, by the way. I hope your way here wasn't tiring, or anything?
#🖋️ | story unfolding#in your painting... (cassiopeia verse)#[ OOOHHH color ME intrigued!!!!!!#[a name and a sketch? 👀 waits patiently in my seat 👀👀
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Haha, Vincent has definitely been my favourite painter for a long time. He set a standard, a goal for me; To be able to capture my emotions, even ones as dark as heartache, and channel them into the most vivid hues for others to fall in love with and find hope in!
I shall geek out more about Vincent on our date though. Noon on Saturday works! You can also call me instead of texting. Your voice is the sweetest treat to my ears~
*Not wanting to be too imposing yet flirty enough, she gives him a playful wink and blows a kiss before heading off. Her words are certainly food for thought, hm?*
~ 🖋️
[Fighting the part of me wanting to give this character a name bc I feel my writing is a bit redundant. Hnghrgrgrrgh I need to cook the brain soup.]
I think that's a great standard to follow. The beauty of art lies in the rawness of the emotion it conveys, after all—color me impressed! Not many think so deeply about the work they do.
*He chuckles, waving her off.*
Is my voice really so pleasant to listen to? Alright, noon, Saturday. Got it. I'll call you, then.
#🖋️ | story unfolding#in your painting... (cassiopeia verse)#[ you're all good!!!#[ i will patiently wait for potential braindumps 👁#[ your writing is Pretty!!! don't worry about it at all!! <3#best regards; (inbox)
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A picnic date it is! Oh, and the cherry blossoms will be blooming soon! Perfect!
I have some work to get to but I shall see you uh…we didn’t set a day or time for the date. Got any days free?
*She takes out a small sketchbook with the Starry Night on the cover, writes her name and number on a sheet, draws a small bird beside it, and then tears out the page to give it to Thomas. Cute!*
~ 🖋️
*Thomas takes note of the notebook cover and smiles.*
Starry Night, huh? You have good taste, Miss.
I should have the weekend free. Shall we meet at the park at noontime? I'll text you?
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