#I have three in my brain rn that I basically just have to sit on until I get around to actually drawing them

[hopelesslyromanticshark]

hi bestie!!!!

so i was outside today and i just thought: “if a fly’s life span is only 3 days and frank were to turn into one, would he have to transform back into a human before his lifespan was over???”

which is really random but i was just thinking about asking frank a bunch of weird questions like that and him just being like: 🙃🤭 but also like: 😍😍

so i was wondering if you could write something like that because your writing is comparable to shakespeare (you’re so amazing omg)

love you!!

✮⋆˙ yes, i would still love you if you were a worm; frank zhang x reader blurb

content: frank zhang x reader blurb warning: none, complete softy vibes author's note: this was so silly of me. also PAUSE PAUSE aint no WAY youre comparing me to shakspeare rn THE VERY MAN THAT WROTE ROMEO AND JULIET WHICH THEN INFLUENCES GNOMEO AND JULIET AINT NO FUCKING WAY???? I COULD PISS MYSELF THAT'S SO CRAZY AND SO SWEET WHAT??? DO YALL REALLY THINK THIS??? THERES NO WAY- IM JUST A GIRL WITH A COMPUTER STOP RN-

"frank. question."

"yes, honey?"

"if a fly’s life span is only three days and you turn into one, would you die in three days orrrrrr?"

"i don't know and i also don't want to find out," frank laughed lightly, glancing over at you, your face scrunched up in thought. the two of you were supposed to be prepping strategies for the upcoming war games, but your brain was clearly eager to discourage this.

"hmm. i think you'd be able to live past the three days. because, like, you're not really a fly, you're still frank," you reasoned, nodding your head as you basically talked to yourself. frank hummed, his eyes returning to his war plans before you called out to him, once more drawing his attention.

"another question."

"shoot, princess."

"if you're a bee, right, and you use your stinger, would that mean game over orrrrr?" you questioned, spinning in your chair, your head leaned back but your face clear you were in thought.

"yeah, i would think so. i don't know and, again, don't want to risk my life proving your theories," frank shrugged, smiling as he drew chuckles from you. he then reached his hand out, stopping your chair from spinning more and causing you to look straight at him with your megawatt smile.

"now, can we-"

"you know, you'd make a cute worm," you teased, batting your eyelashes up at him with that smile that frank loved so much. he rolled his eyes once more, succumbing to your yapping as he set his pencil down.

"oh yeah?" he offered with raised brows and you nodded before gasping and sitting up in your seat with stars in your eyes; a look that frank could see himself falling in love with, a look he'd already fallen in love with.

"but what if i was a worm??? would you still lov-"

"yes, i would still love you if you were a worm. i'd love you no matter what."

"awwww, my big softie."

#postcards from covey ౨ৎ #all my love ౨ৎ #hoo #heroes of olympus x reader #frank zhang #frank zhang x reader

[cognitosclowns]

Genuinely thinking about getting tag teamed by Myc and Andre. Or Myc laying one of their tentacles on readers head, and reader just grabs it and starts playing with it, completely unaware that it’s actually an erroneous zone. They’re just messing with it and Myc is going through a very interesting time.

EEEHEHEHE >:) <3333 ok this is an old ask but the idea of getting Tag Teamed by Myc and Andre is WRACKING my brain rn. so. IM GONNA RUN W/ THAT <3333 TYSM TYSM TYSM-

NSFT!!! minors go away!! Possible tw for Drugs (Myc and his Weird Psychoactive Gunk)

GRGRKGKRKG,,,, options,,, choices,, hgrnurngunrnrugnrungung p e n i s

oh so they’re gonna corrupt you

THEY’RE GONNA CORRUPT YOU SO BAD!!!! WORSE THAN YOU EVER COULD HAVE POSSIBLY IMAGINED!!!

I feel like getting tag-teamed by them is almost inevitable if you’re getting w/ one of them. They’re sort of a package deal. Bare minimum, it’ll be suggested over coffee once or twice

it usually starts out as,, just one of them??

individually they are such GRABBY BASTARD SMDSND + they’re literally ready to fuck,, whenever.

this does mean that if one of them catches you two fucking, the other one will ABSOLUTELY JOIN IN <333 COME ON

HM LETS SEE

Handcuffs aren't necessary when one of your fuck buddies has 6 arms <3

TRULY IF YOU WANNA BE PINNED, MYC WILL HAVE NO TROUBLE. 

It’s easy for most people to forget, but his tentacles are strong. Rope strong. He could keep you pinned in any manner of positions for a senselessly long time without breaking a sweat.

You need your legs up, so that Andre can get that One Specific Angle that turns your brain into jelly? ‘Don’t worry babe, I’ve got ya covered’

OR EVEN. LIKE.

Two tentacles for the arms, two for the legs, two for any assorted holes that Andre may be incapable of filling <3 or even just if,, he wants to get you extra squirmy. You can take two, right?

It’s also super efficient bc. Yeah Andre fucks kinda sloppy, and has a tendency to accidentally move y’all around with his thrusting. (mm. you’ve accidentally bumped your skull on the headboard a few times MNSDMS)

SO!! It’s nice to have Myc there to,, keep you two stuck in place <3 

ALSO TANGENT BUT. Two things I feel like Myc would love is :

Stuffing one of his tentacles in there w/ his dick, along with some comment about how ‘maybe if his dick wasn’t so scrawny, I wouldn’t have to ;)’

Wrapping a tentacle or two around Andre’s hips, and fucking you for him. This is especially good when Andre starts losing energy <3 Myc can easy hold his wiry ass up, so he basically just uses him as a Very Loud, Giggling Dildo <333

ALSO THESE BOYS ARE INCAPABLE OF SHUTTING UP

Each individually is extremely vocal + chatty during sex. Both of them combined is torment (affectionate)

They’re absolutely shameless. Any comments that come to the surface will be said. 

Also don’t be surprised if they pull some ''Good-Cop-Bad-Cop'' shit, with one of them degrading you and the other praising you.

Laying against Andre's body, feeling his hands dig into your thighs to keep you still, while Myc tests the limit of just how stretchy human holes are?? Your poor cock-addled brain is gonna be absolutely flooded with their rambling.

It's all very 'Je-sus, aren't you an overachiever. Three deep and you're still lookin' for more, huh?'

'aww hehe, look at how well they’re doing!

'Aw, you're always spoiling em! If they can get a fourth one in, then maybe we can start talkin' about 'good' '

etc, etc, ad nauseum, carpet diem, you get the drill. They're little bastards who like the sound of their own voices MSNDMSNDMSN

OH AND ANDRE WILL,, 1000% JUST SIT BACK AND ENJOY THE VIEW  WHILE MYC HAS HIS FUN SMNSMDN

There’s something very stimulating to just,, having an outside view of the action. You and Myc being completely undone, while he’s able to be,, a Calm and Collected Outside Observer is EXTREMELY RARE FOR ANDRE SMNSMD

It’s definitely not an Always thing, just an Occasional thing.

Getting different angles?? talking back-and-forth w/ Myc, while his tentacles fuck you open like he’s drilling for oil? Absolute perfection.

He’s not always gonna be a Pair Of Needy Eyes In The Corner Of The Room, though, he does sometimes like getting closer to the action!!

LIKE I can totally see him sitting on the bed beside y’all while Myc has his fun. Just,, lazily kissing your cheek every once and a while, loosely jacking himself off. Maybe a bit of wisecracking <33 

granted, you don’t remember much of it bc. After the third tentacle your brain kinda goes a little squirmy, but the thought is sweet nonetheless <3

ADDITIONAL MISC STUFF??

Myc being into bukkake + Andre being a little freak (adoring) means that you will be coated in fluids of several origins. The bath afterwards is magical tho so it's worth it

OHO getting railed (anally) by Myc feels a bit like a Very Horny Colonoscopy. If you ask, those puppies will go deep. like,, deep deep. Like 'oh my god, it feels like you're in my throat' deep.

and,, yeah usually that wouldn't be all that pleasant, but the Delightful, Stimulating Properties that his tentacle goo evokes turns the experience Transcendental.

Your entire torso feels kinda,, tingly and sensitive and full?? every time he shifts, it feels like he’s hitting alllll the spots you need at once. He says its something about the psychoactive properties, but you’re too fucked out to really care <3

he’s also super gentle - even if his tendrils are super slick and blunt, he doesn’t want to accidentally hurt you. He’s a jerk, sure, but he’s not an asshole.

[and,, yeah those are definitely the times Andre takes a bit more of a back-seat role. Lots of praise n' giggling. He just lays back and runs his hands along your body, maybe even against your stomach-intestine area to enjoy the way Mycs tendrils make your stomach bulge]

Was possessed by the spirit of Tentacle Porn (tm) SMDNSMDN I COULD GO ON ABOUT THESE TWO FOR CENTURIES, BUT I'LL LEAVE THIS HERE <333 MWAH THIS WAS SO FUN, THANK YOU SO DEARLY!!!

#*gestures have this* #GOD I FORGET HOW WEIRD ANSWERING ASKS FEELS AFTER NOT DOING IT IN A WHILE SMDNS #ik I promised to be insufferable </3 but I was shy so you get my insufferability (???) now MSNDMASNDM #nsft #minors dni #myc #andre lee #magic myc #andre lee x reader #magic myc x reader #inside job #inside job x reader #NSABDSNBDNASBD #*hannibal lecter voice* hello anise #anise if u read this. haha loser get tentacled. #GOD AND YOU KNOW ANDRE WOULD MAKE SOME DUMB JOKE LIKE 'aww the baby's kicking!' when mycs tendrils bulge your stomach #downside of it would also be. ur gonna be LEAKING FLUID FOR DAYSSS SMDNSMDN. THE MESS IS SO RIDICULOUS

[shanardo13]

Obikin College au - RA/Don! Obi-Wan/First Year! Anakin - Part Two

Okay guys, I already thought of more because I’m unhinged and insane and this has been on my brain all day 👹

Link to Part One

Link to Part Three

Whenever they party together, Anakin makes Obi-Wan go shot for shot with him. He wants to get him drunk because Obi-Wan is an affectionate cuddly drunk and Anakin wants those cuddles.

“Have I ever told you how good of a friend you are Anakin? I’m glad you spent your Friday’s bullying me in the lobby” Obi-Wan murmurs, arms around Anakin, nuzzling into his neck.

Anakin, playing with his hair. “Me too, Obi-Wan. Me too”

They all play drinking games together.

Never have I ever:

“Never have I ever done anything sexual in a public place.” Padmé offers and Obi-Wan takes a shot.

“OBI, YOU DOG!!!” Anakin shrieks. I’m not thinking about it, I’m not thinking about it.

“Never have I ever had a crush on somebody in the room.” Ahsoka glares challengingly at Anakin.

Anakin turns to the side and quickly does a shot. Thankfully Obi-Wan isn’t paying attention.

Truth or Dare:

“Anakin, Truth or Dare?”

“Truth.”

“What’s your ideal partner?” Curse his blasted friends, they knew what they were doing.

He basically describes Obi-Wan. Still oblivious, Obi-Wan doesn’t catch on.

“They sound like a dream!” Obi-Wan giggles and raises his cup as a toast.

“Oh, they are.” Anakin stares at him.

“Truth or Dare, Obi-Wan?”

“Dare.”

“Give the most attractive person in the room a kiss on the cheek.” 

No hesitation, Obi-Wan plants a sloppy and drunken kiss to Anakin’s cheek.

Anakin flushes a deep red. I’m okay. I’m not screaming. Everything is normal. Nothing to see here. Don’t even worry. I’m not sweating. Are you sweating? 

Spin the bottle:

Rex spins the bottle and it lands on Obi-Wan. Traitor! Traitor! Don’t even think about it!! Anakin’s mind screams.

But it’s part of the game, and so the two crawl forward to the centre of the circle and share a quick peck.

Anakin sits, pouting and glaring at Rex with his arms crossed over his chest. When the two pull away, Anakin makes eye contact with Rex and drags his index finger over his throat to mimic a beheading.

Padmé, watching Anakin nervously. “Okay, how about we play a different game?”

These events usually take place in Anakin’s room. Afterwards, Obi-Wan usually spends the night. The first time it happened, everyone had fallen asleep in his room, scattered in various positions on the floor while Obi-Wan and Anakin cozied up together on the bed.

After this, Anakin had a chat with his friends.

“Okay guys, next time we hang out, you have to leave at the end.”

“Why? You want to be alone with lover boy?” 

“As a matter of fact, yes.”

So this becomes the norm. One by one, his friends filter out after their hangouts, leaving Obi-Wan and Anakin alone.

“I can leave too, y’know?”

“No! It’s okay! I don’t mind if you stay!” For the love of God, please don’t go, I want desperately for you to do the spooning thing, I need it, please.

“Okay.”

More texts are shared:

Anakin: what r u doing?

Obi-Wan: just finishing a class hbu?

Anakin: oooh fun, learn anything good?

Anakin: I’m just studying in the library rn.

He doesn’t get a text back right away and it puts him on edge - it makes him worry Obi-Wan is upset with him.

But no less than ten minutes later, Obi-Wan shows up at the library with a coffee just how Anakin likes it and a strawberry danish - his favourite. Anakin is amazed, seeing as he only mentioned this once in a passing conversation. 

His group of friends often spend afternoons together, getting lunch after classes. Obi-Wan is invited and makes it when he can, but his schedule usually doesn’t align.

“When are you going to say something to him?”

“I don’t know guys, he doesn’t even like me. I’d rather keep going the way things are than face rejection. Ignorance is bliss and all that.” 

They all stare at him dumbfounded.

“What??”

“Anakin, anyone with eyes can see that he likes you.” 

“No he doesn’t! Stop!”

Okay, this is my update for now!! Again, I will update later! 

Lemme know if you have any thoughts! Thank you for reading

#obikin #aniobi #obi wan kenobi #anakin skywalker #obikin rp #star wars #padme amidala #obi wan and anakin #ahsoka tano #captain rex #modern au #obikin modern au #alternate universe #college au #uni au #shannons silly ideas #ewan mcgregor #hayden christensen #obi wan x anakin

[mommyclaws]

Random but im drawing rn so it's on the brain. In my rewrites/Aus, (specifically my Tiger mentors Firepaw one) I've always liked to have Rusty join Thunderclan three moons earlier. He's just a bit too small to really start training so the spare time is used for development and characterization of more minor characters, relationships, and just generally make things a bit more interesting.

Likeee. Longpaw is old enough to be a warrior at this point, but Darkstripe is strict and keeps failing him on his all his assessments. So when Rusty is about to be apprenticed, he gets pissed about not getting his ceremony and it's the main reason he picks a fight with him, ultimately loosing and being stuck as an appretice even longer. So early Longpaw/tail is like this highschool bully character who's forced to sit at the lunch table with the protagonist and his friends lmao.

I also want Rusty is be absolutely spoiled by the queens/perma queens at the time. Most kits are really eager to get out of the nursery, but since he was sepreated from his mother when he was adopted by his twolegs, he's like.... woaw free moms... and it's basically his favorite place in camp. Frostfur, Brindleface, and Speckletail, absolutely adore him. Especially Goldenflower. I think they just rlly click and she's the one who looks after him most. Bc...... man I just Iove Goldenflower and too much of her story goes unsaid.

If Firepaw is close to her, it could be used as an opportunity for a bit more insight into Tiger/Golden's relationship. (Firepaw could have been been the REASON they got together. Tiger is mentoring him, so he and Goldenflower interact often and start a relationship...] Swiftpaw's death would be more impactful. Fireheart's relationship with Bramble and Tawny would be more complex and maybe even familial on some level.

I also like the idea of if Redtail was initially going to mentor Firepaw..... so we're a bit more attached to him before his death and some foreshadowing because it's pretty clear that he and Tigerclaw have history and don't get along...

#warrior cats #txt #Mentor Tiger AU #istg ill post more about this its the only AU that im using pretty consistently in rewrites lmao #long post #infodump tag

[sprout-fics]

I just wanted to drop in and say, I really love your work. Like, a lot. Like I don’t even think I get tired of reading it. We can see you put A LOT of effort into your work and that alone brings me joy. You, plus three other authors are basically the only ones that have fed me during this long hyper fixation with COD which has probably lasted around a year or so. I get so immersed with the characters and I enjoy people giving actual thought instead of just writing whatever will get them attention. And tbh the fandom isn’t as abundant as it was before, and now I can only really find smut (which I don’t mind cuz I feel that some pieces of smut allows us to see into the characters more which I love cuz I feel like during sex you can see the depths of them and how they act and why they have certain dynamics— but atp most of the smut feels like pure brain rot but I digress) and your stories really help me enjoy the characters. Going back and reading and analyzing the characters plus your ocs is so much fun! The research you do to make it so believable and i know, you know this much because you said you literally study it (which to me that’s so cool 😭 ) and it really makes me think about the characters a lot. I swear every time you post feels like a reward, like it doesn’t have to be a fic but just a thought you had of your oc or the characters you write for. It’s always a joy seeing a post by you. But please do take care! You’re not a typing machine to be overwhelmed with these stories and you are certainly not getting payed for these. You do them for your own enjoyment and I hope you keep doing them because YOU want to.

So I will finish this blabbering session by saying thank you very much for your stories! Now they are pretty much engraved in my brain (I swear I feel like I memorized most of the lines of your stories) and I will never forget the care and effort you put into them! 👍🏻

ps- sorry for errors it’s literally so late rn

This has been sitting in my inbox for so long because I can't stop looking at it. I've read this a dozen times and I tear up every single time. This means more to me than I can ever say.

I have an incredible amount of doubt about my own writing. It's a fatal flaw that I am constantly comparing myself to others and wondering why the stories I have so much passion for don't get as much interaction as them. Yet I also know that I went through a long period of writing only the stories others wanted to see, and not the stories I was invested in, and it led to horrible burnout and anxiety- to the point where it fed into my depression.

There's still days I feel like that, but I'm trying very very hard to focus on writing the stories I enjoy, on writing them when I feel like it, and not treating myself like a content machine. I'm proud of my writing. I know there are things I can improve, but I'm proud of the things I create, and hearing this is something I cannot express enough gratitude for.

Thank you. Many hugs <3

#rainy day tag #words of encouragement

[orchidyoonkook]

Life, Book, and Writing Update (long):

Hey guys, just writing a little long overdue letter to let you know whats been going on in my life and why I haven't been as active, so lets dive in.

Firstly, my job. My job has been hell on wheels from the middle of May and continuing on until now. I have been semi-actively looking for a new one the entire time this has been happening, with little to no luck which sucks (job market is HELLA insane where I live rn), but it is what it is. My job wont give me hours and therefore I am not getting money and so I'm really stressed because in order to live and have a roof over my head I basically sit in my house all day stressing over many things such as:

The next life update; Moving. I'm moving! After three years in my very first apartment I'm moving with my partner into a nice new place with a friend (the only way we could afford too). But that has also been extremely stressful as it was something that was quite literally decided down to the minute and we were worried we weren't going to get a place on time but we managed with 4 days to spare. This last week has been helping our friend pack and move and unpack and try and figure out who's keeping what and what's going where and more brain vomit I won't bore you with. But that's been.... a lot on my plate in my irl. Taking up most of my thoughts.

Which brings me to why I haven't been updating my writing frequently. My writing is different from other folks on here in the sense that writing isn't an outlet for me. I don't do it to destress or to get my feelings out or any of that jazz. My writing is because I enjoy telling stories, and for me I have to be in the mindset to write otherwise I can stare at the page all day and get zero done. All the words jumble kind of like that one scene from percy jackson (movie) and it's a mess. That's what's been happening these past few months of editing. I'll get a couple paragraphs in and then it's like my brain goes into tv static. I hate it, but every little bit of progress is progress.

And lastly, the book: The pre-order was Not a scam, Not fake. Very VERY much a real thing. I have the paper with me and everything. I haven't taken your info and done anything with it, I super duper pinky swear promise. It is sitting securly where I asked you to give it to me, has not been touched or tampered with, and I will be working on making them so so soon to get out to you wonderful humans who wanted them. Once moving is done and I have a printer again with ink that works it's my number 1 TO-DO.

If you have signed up, you WILL get your book. I promise. I have a wonderful human who I met on here who can vouch for me too, she's met me irl and knows I'm a real human with the best intentions, just a little busy, brainfogged and battered from all of it.

If you have ANY questions about it please PLEASE feel free to reach out and ask. I will be 1000% transparent with everything.

But yeah, that's the gist of it, personal family drama and life aside. I'm trying my best, and nothing has been forgotten. I will be completing everything, in time. I promise.

I hope that's okay.

I love you,

Yoon <3

#personal #yoons ramblings #updates

[nefkyo]

Writing In The Sand

a c!TNTduo/quackbur fic (and my first official fanfic ever) where c!Wilbur meets c!Quackity before the ending of their S1 lore, but things don't go according to plan. At all.

I don't know how tagging works, but this fic contains:

Spoilers for c!Quackity's an c!Wilbur lore finale, mentions of alcohol, hungover antics, miscommunication?, I don't have it in me to write smut rn but there is pre-marital kissing, fluff but also angst, I'm still not sure if I want a sad or happy ending so don't count on it, a single mention of c!Tommy's lore and overall a lot of flashbacks

Chapter 1 (1/?)

Wilbur stirs awake, head bobbed to the side, horrible weights crushing the sides of his temples. He shifts onto a bed that is too luscious to recognize as his own. The velvet blankets underneath him are too light to be the ones you'd use in a warm house in the middle of the snow.

He didn't go home. He stayed. Fuck.

He sits up on his elbows and pinches his eyebrows, and realizes his glasses are missing. He snaps his head around, feeling the bedsheets in the relative darkness. The only light seems to be coming from curtains that were left a single clumsy ray of light filter in the room. Which was huge. As was the bed. And the window. Fuuuuck.

His fingers wrapped around something new. They were definitely not his glasses. It was something light and nimble, soft but not as much as the stuffing of a pillow, and it seemed to move on its own. Whatever it was attached to also shifted and made an almost human noise that resembled a grumble of discomfort, and Wilbur realized he was holding Quackity's tail. And his other hand was resting clumsily on a wing.

Quackity. Quackity was sleeping next to him.

FFFUUUUUUUCK.

He basically leapt off the bed. His heart and his brain were running two, maybe three marathons at once. What his he doing there? What is he doing here? And what now, should he wake him up? No, he couldn't. Not yet, at least. For some reason, he felt he needed to see him first. Was it out of spite? Out of pride? ...Affection?

Flashes of images from the night before were already seeping in. Sand being strangely cold in his fist. A pile of empty glasses, ice melting slowly inside. Elaborate drinks and straight vodka. Quackity's eyes glinting up at him before both tastes blend in his mouth.

As he staggered towards the drawn curtains, he bumped into his own shoes. He also realized the lower half of his body was still clothed, socks included. He checked his pockets and sure enough, his glasses were tucked in there, miraculously intact. He opened the temple tips and placed them on his head.

He peeked out behind the curtain. He wasn't afraid of heights, his father basically uprooted the fear out of him, but holy shit they were high up. He could see all of Las Nevadas from there. The sky over the sandy hills and still dormant city was grey. It must've been midday already.

From the window, he spots the lavish bar he found Quackity in some ridiculous time at night. He hadn't drank anything yet, just kept picking at a plate of olives with a toothpick. Which he threatened him with as he sat down two seats away from him.

He turned around, hand slowly pulling back the curtain just enough. And he looked out in awe.

Quackity was barely more dressed than him, resting on his side. His right arm was drooped over his head, on which he was shocked not to find the infamous beanie. He spotted it on the floor, right below his flabby left hand. And his wings, oh my god, his wings were splayed out, hanging with some sort of grace over his body. It almost seemed his left wing was shielding him from the light like a veil of protection.

He now remembers the dancing. They were enough drinks and chatter in that Quackity had stopped holding everything like it could double as a weapon, and had decided to take him to the lounges a few steps from the bar, holding a bottle of gin and two glasses in the same hand. The whole place was empty except for the two of them, and they sat on these velvet couches next to a jukebox. "You want to pick something? Go ahead." Quackity asked him, sat on the couch in front of him. "Hm, I dunno." he replied, realizing he'd been staring at it. "It feels kind of weird to look at music discs that hold no meaning for the first time in a while, doesn't it?" he chuckled, and strangely enough, Quackity did as well. He stood up and picked a disc himself. He doesn't remember what the song was, maybe he was more focused on watching Quackity miraculously untense. It was gradual enough you couldn't tell he was very into it at first, but at some point he just let loose. It reminded him of Niki's birthday party, except there was no party to entertain. It was just the two of them. He remembers Quackity pulling him in to dance as well, and the song shifting to something softer that brought his hands to his waist, and Quackity's on his shoulders. It was intimate. It was pretty.

Wilbur snapped out of it, realizing he might've woken up if he kept shining light on him. A thought he hoped his hungover mind would've repressed for just one more minute. "Today is the day." he whispered to himself. He sighed and let go of the curtain.

Guided by what he had memorized of his surroundings he came across his sweater, discarded carelessly on a chair, then his shirt at the foot of the bed. Both reeked of alcohol, but so did he, and it's not like he knew his way around wherever he was enough to find a washing machine. He did, however, find the bathroom.

He squinted his eyes at the flash of the light above, and barely cared to notice how immaculate the whole place was. He held onto the marble bowl of the sink with both hands and looked in the mirror: saying he looked more dead than he already was would've been an understatement. He washed himself up as best as he could and drank so, so much tap water.

As he was about to close the door, he noticed a 'Do Not Disturb' sign hanging on the doorknob. He looked up and noticed a golden plate with the number 801. He was in the hotel! And it was as expensive as it looked from the outside, judging by the tidiness and faint smell of cologne permeating the hall. Wilbur prayed he had any money left in his coat, wherever he'd lost it, and also to find a spare key downstairs when the door ungracefully slipped out of his grip and locked him out. (Quackity definitely had the original somewhere on his person, but the chances of waking him up were too high.)

He took the elevator down to the ground floor ("holy shit, it goes up to 17?!") and reached an immense reception. Initially, he was surprised to see people already awake, until he noticed they were all employees. All smiling, dressed in pristine uniforms, carrying serviette trays, luggage and cleaning products. Not an actual customer in sight. It only came to him as he was reaching the front desk that he was also the only human in sight. Behind the desk was something green and slick, shaped like a man with a wide smile, who immediately met his eyes and greeted him with a half-screamed "Good afternoon, Wilbur Soot from L'Manberg!", almost giving him a heart attack.

Now he remembers why he was never the one to order anything at the bar. Because the bartender - who looked exactly like the receptionist, by the way - was a tall slimey abomination who only responded to Quackity's requests. When he asked about it, Quackity said something about "an experiment" and being short on staff. And people in Las Nevadas in general. He does remember Quackity drunkenly telling one "And start listening to the customers too, goddamn it! He's been here this whole time and I had to order and do everything for both!"

"Y-Yes, uhm, good afternoon." Wilbur answered, clearing his throat as he glanced up at the huge metal clock. Sure enough, it was 12:39 PM. "Lunch will be served in approximately 21 minutes, Mr. Soot." the receptionist said without even looking at the clock. "N-no... That's not what I was looking for..." "Well, what can we do for you, Mr. Soot?" he responded without missing a beat. Wilbur placed his hands on the mahogany counter, which he could almost see his own reflection in, and tentatively asked "See, I seem to have lost my coat somewhere... It's a brown--" "Ah! Not to worry Mr. Soot, it's right here!" the receptionist exclaimed again. And without ever breaking eye contact, he reached in a compartment underneath the counter and pulled out his jacket, neatly folded inside a plastic wrapping and, even more surprisingly, clean. "You dropped it as you and Quackity from Las Nevadas were making your way up the stairs!"

"We took the stairs?" he asked mindlessly as he discretely checked his coat's pockets (no, not a sign of cash).

"Sure did! As you came in last night, you said you needed to steady your legs because you couldn't feel them, so Mr Quackity from Las Nevadas helped you walk until you reached the 3rd floor, where you shouted 'I am NOT walking up 7 more bloody flights of stairs, Big Q!' and finally took the elevator!"

Wilbur didn't know if he was cringing at the receptionist's horrible impression of a British accent or his retelling of his drunk antics. "...Right, uhm... So, I also came down to ask--" "Would you like some water and aspirins? Still on Mr. Quackity's tab, not to worry!" the man whispered with a ridiculously forced wink, probably an attempt to be friendly. So he's paying for everything and NOTHING, since he owns the place. Wilbur nodded, and as the receptionist finally broke eye contact with him to reach into the mini fridge behind him, he asked "Do you also have, uhm... A spare room key?" and watched in horror as the receptionist completely turned his head to face him like an owl. "Of course! Room 801, was it? I have it right here!"

After the nearly traumatic experience at the reception, Wilbur rushed back to the room and opened the door carefully. More light was seeping into the room by the minute. Quackity was now sleeping on his back, almost completely splayed on the bed. Again, Wilbur had to tell himself to focus. He poured himself a glass of water with an aspirin from the expensive bottle, then placed another with the same fizzling medicine on Quackity's nightstand. He scavenged for the man's missing clothing pieces and folded them as best as he could, sometimes looking back at him. He didn't have much time, but he still decided to leave a note. He consistently cursed himself under his breath as he struggled to write coherent sentences on the back of a hotel visiting card. He settled on the message and put it against the glass.

Alright, time to go.

He glanced down at Quackity. His relaxed face, with his lips slightly ajar. And his hair, a complete mess. He remembers running his hands through it. Very silky.

Start moving. You have to go.

And a vision came to him, of how they helped unbutton each other's shirts and traced lines over the scars and stitches. And how how beautiful it was that someone who had just as much history on his body knew exactly how to touch them, caress them, kiss them. And--

He wouldn't want you to stay anyway.

Someone knocked at the door. Wilbur rushed to open it, and sure enough, it was another one of those slimy things, this time in a ridiculous maid outfit. "Good afternoon, Wilbur Soot from L'Manberg! I am here to clean the room!" the maid announced way too loudly, and Wilbur shushed it. "Mr Quackity is still sleeping. Let him wake up on his own." he whispered, and the maid simply answered "Okay Mr Soot." with a surprisingly soft voice. Wilbur closed the door behind them slowly. Knowing he had no reason to open it again left a bitter taste in his mouth. The maid asked "Where are you going by yourself, Mr Soot?", to which he simply responded "Home" before disappearing down the stairs.

#mcyt #dsmp #dsmp lore #c!wilbur lore finale #c!quackity #c!quackbur #c!tntduo #las nevadas finale #it's the first time I write official fanfiction so bare with me #fanfiction #tntduo #tntblr #tntduo fanfic #WITS writing in the sand #nefkyo can write

[clawbehavior]

Hello, I hope you are having a lovely day/night 💞🌷🏵️🍵

For the ao3 wrapped:

11,12,15,18

omg these asks led me on a trip down memory lane and made me so excited for my biggest WIP (which has also been a pain in my ass), so tysm for sending them anon ❤️❤️🙏

11. What work took you the longest to write?

hands down 'everything everywhere all at once', my modern au where gaon drops out of law school when his parents die and falls for their private money lender, kyh, against his better instincts. here's the funny thing: i intended to complete in one one week with 3 chapters published in 3 days!! i started it in January 2023, nearly a year ago. 

i love this story so much. i wanted to write a gentle kyh for gaon so badly, but that's difficult to do for canon unless i wrote them post-canon. so i made an angsty au. this story was also my first true foray into FF writing on a03 years and years after i had put content creation aside, and the story ended up becoming a gateway to a totally new side of TDJ fandom. people share so many beautiful ideas about the lawful family in their story comments that fic writing feels like a rich conversation. so many times i have written gahan one way to read somebody's thoughts in the comments and go ahhhh i didn't even think of that. hearing people's perspectives has been such a rewarding and crucial piece of writing bc i am a person who works best when sounding ideas off another. 

12. How many WIP’s do you have in your docs for next year?

straight for the heart, lmao. i have three, all 95 per cent ready for publication, in that the story is fully written out and the dialogue is completely polished in some areas but i am missing a key part that's critical for bringing the story together. it's too clunky basically. 

for example, when i was writing 'i hope you are lonely' the sex tape fic, i had everything written except a single scene: i couldn't figure out how gaon publicly responded to the tape. this was a crucial part of the story because his emotion would set the tone for how comfortable he felt expressing sexual desire for yohan and thus the progression of their relationship. was he hurt and afraid? angry and sexually frustrated? wanting revenge or to move on? and how did all those emotions shape what he asked yohan for, a man who would give him whatever he wanted. so this nearly complete draft was sitting in my GD for weeks until a reader asked me when i was updating and while i was typing out everything above just how i wrote it for you some part of my brain suddenly woke up and came up with a solution. i published the fic the next day. 

all this to say that the 3 stories i have lined up for publication are experiencing the same thing. basically polished except for oooooone thing. i need to tease out what a character feels about a specific event to successfully build the tension until it ratchets up to unbearable levels and needs to be released right the fuck now, i.e. theyre going to talk about it or fuck it out or whatever. but until that piece comes to me....these fics remain in the drafts. who knows tho, maybe after this a03 wrapped my ADHD brain will pop back in and do it's darned job. 

15. What WIP are you taking into next year with you?

all of them! i don't publish a multi chap unless i have the ending written. otherwise it stays a oneshot. rn i am excited for i hope you are lonely, elevator troubles, and everything everywhere all at once.

18. The character that gave you the most trouble writing this year?

isaac! i actually didn't realize this until you asked me in concrete terms, so thanks for helping me articulate the writing block i am having. it's the kang isaac in my money lender au. he does something that has significant consequences but needs plausible deniability for the story to work. i can't nail down why he does it tho. he meddles, and he's foolish and he causes trouble but not vindictively or deliberately. his heart is in the right place, but how do i write him without overly abusing the trope of the good guy who bumbled his way into something wrong? now that i'm asking myself this specific question, i may come up with an answer. 

thinking through this was loads of fun and a perfect way to spend lunch break pfft. you have yourself a good weekend 🎉🎉🥳🎉🎊🎉🥳

#the devil judge #bts with the writer #am writing #my fic ideas #anon ask #send me asks

[froggyworlds]

currently rotating three separate aus in my brain rn, but for now I’m gonna talk about Musical Chairs because it has next to nothing to do with music or chairs, I just like metaphors 

basically, it’s a role swap au, like the characters are swapping “chairs” and also CHEATING AT THE GAME. CESAR YOU CAN’T SIT IN TWO SEATS, STOP IT

tag any of this as ship and I will make 100% certain that your favorite character is killed off in the most emotionally-damaging way possible

spoilers for Vol.2 and brief mention of suicide under the cut

in the AU, the main focus is the fact that Mark and Cesar swap with Adam and Jonah. it’s not an exact swap yet since I still haven’t decided whether Mark or Cesar take Adam’s role as a sleeper agent (they both kinda fit for different reasons, namely Mark’s encounter with 6 when he was little but also Cesar being replaced by an alternate in canon), but whatever

Evelin and Sarah swap, leaving Eve to mourn Adam’s death and Sarah to partially renounce Mark for one reason or another (I’m sure there are quite a few)

Ruth and Thatcher swap with Dave and Evelin, pretty self-exclamitory

6 and Gabriel swap places. their personalities (at least, what we know of them) work perfectly with their roles in canon, so I’d love to see what things go terribly wrong when Gabe is changing diapers and 6 is in charge of organizing the alternate uprising

I was thinking of maybe swapping Johnny the cat and Stanley, but honestly I’m not sure? not much changes if I do either way so for now, just assume their places in the story haven’t been... altered [ba dum tsk. no one laughs]

the alternate that replaced Cesar actually takes the messenger/Preacher’s role, since... do I seriously have to explain myself on this one is it not enough to just trust me just this once /lh

so!! the AU starts out like. similar to canon honestly, but diverges pretty quickly

Adam calls Jonah, says he needs him to come over and feed his cat while he takes his mom in the hospital, but right off the bat Jonah starts freaking out because. this is Jonah we're talking about 

"WHAT?! she just- passed out?? like, totally randomly??? Adam, why are you so calm about this????"  "dude, I'm taking her to the hospital. just feed [insert cat name here] while I'm gone, it's not that big of a deal."  "IT IS THAT BIG OF A DEAL, MAN! YOUR MOM JUST PASSED OUT FOR APPARENTLY NO REASON RIGHT AFTER YOU HEARD HER SCREAMING!! what if it was an alternate? listen, I am not going over to your house, sorry. your cat will just have to starve."  "come on, it's fine."  "I'm allergic to cats! also, your house is fucking CREEPY! also, you literally heard your mom screaming and then found her passed out. big fat NOPE from me, call Eve or something instead."  "I tried calling her already. I didn't see anything before I left, okay? please?"  "ughhh... I can't fucking believe I'm agreeing to this... if I die, you're paying for my whole funeral, alright? I want a super fancy gravestone, something all-" "okay, okay, sure. just come over."  "fine."

(the cat's name is either Luci or Applesauce, I haven't decided yet. this is not important to the plot at all I just thought you should know)

so,,years later, Sarah and her brother, Mark, take an interest in the paranormal because they're a coupla' little nerds™️. Cesar joins the newly-formed Mandela Paranormal Club, it's quickly redubbed the MPS, Mandela Paranormal Society (the name is different because they never moved out of Mandela County, since Mark never shot himself), and just like that, we have our main cast 

Cesar and Mark make a... chaotic duo, to... say the least. on their own, they're not too bad, but when paired together they're prone to reckless, dangerous decisions that could ultimately lead to one or both of them getting killed,, wink wink

Cesar isn't scared of much, and always overestimates his abilities in a situation in hopes of impressing others. this kid has,,,he has issues, yeah, uh. he isn't scared of traditional things, like the dark, spiders, etc. etc., and doesn't startle easily, but he's terrified of alternates even if he claims that he isn't. 

Mark, on the other hand, is,, pretty timid, actually, probably has anxiety, etc. etc. very easy to scare the pants off of, but absolutely enthralled by paranormal stuff. he's wary of alternates, but harbors a morbid curiosity towards them. 

(the two push each other in the worst possible directions, it's so awful it's funny)

this, of course, is when they receive a call from a lady about her cat. smh,, it's the old Murray house, but they don't know that because Eve is Sarah's friend, not theirs', and... Eve doesn't like talking about it either way

Mark's in it for the curiosity aspect, Cesar's in it for the $1500, but they're both in. so when they reach the house, both of them go inside. here’s the thing: Mark doesn't want to go in without Cesar, but he still really wants to check this place out, so he. resorts to some very minor emotional manipulation. peer pressure. as one does

and Cesar, determined to prove that he's not a chicken, goes in with Mark and they agree to collectively check the footage later

the first night doesn't go too badly, they find the locked door like in canon, awkwardly call out to a cat ghost, y'know, usual stuff. Cesar is really put off by the vibe of the place- he feels like he's being watched, like there's something wrong. Mark doesn't notice anything different between this and anything else, but anything else is still pretty scary to him and he still jumps at every noise. 

at one point they see a spider and Mark has a full-on panic attack (I'm giving him every common phobia known to man /hj) and Cesar just. scoops it up and puts it outside. Mark is horrified.

“WITH YOUR BARE HANDS???!!" "...yeah??"

they check the footage the next day, and nothing’s wrong with it really. Cesar suggests the plan Jonah had in canon: they skip out, then show up again on the third day to collect their $500 a night for three nights

but before Mark can respond, the duo hears a scream from the house. Cesar’s... last memory of his mother was of her scream, so he understandably wants to get out of there as soon as humanly possible, but Mark’s suddenly having none of it, deadset on staying until they can figure out what’s going on 

“it’s definitely bigger than a ghost cat.” “...no kidding...”

they go in together again, and Mark discovers the door to the basement unlocked. he kinda,, wanders away from Cesar without really alerting the other boy of their new course of action, and Cesar doesn’t notice him until the door to the basement is suddenly swinging shut again 

“MARK!” 

he jostles the handle, tries to break the door down, etc. etc. ...nothing works. Mark sorta just. stands near the top of the stairs, just like. frozen for a good few minutes 

“it’s locked on your side, see if you can open it!” 

“Mark, are you still there?” 

“open the door, Mark.” 

“this isn’t funny, hermano.”

“...Mark?”

and then it opens again with a click and Cesar nearly falls on top of him and sends both of them tumbling down the stairs. luckily, he rights himself at the last second and they both hurry down together, to the room illuminated by the ghostly bluish glow of the television screen 

aaand that’s where I’m pausing. will return with more musical chairs later ig but it’s 1 am and I need to stop staying up so late

#tw suicide #the mandela catalogue #mark heathcliff #cesar torres #adam murray #jonah marshall #evelin miller #sarah heathcliff #ruth weaver #thatcher davis #dave lee #the intruder #6 tmc #gabriel tmc #mythic's aus #mythic's musings

[thehackneypony]

i'm trying to move my horses to a boarding facility, and besides the challenge of finding some place with 4 spots available, the thought of transitioning leaky cup to full-care boarding really stresses me out. the current barn i'm leasing does not have a ring, nor are the owners open to allowing me to set up a round-pen in the field— which, given how much money i've just spent on chalk's undersaddle training (while also attempting leaky's training), is Not Ideal for continued upkeep/progression. staying with my trainer rn is unaffordable, and there aren't any full barns currently for lease within my price range. with me, leaky cup can get emotional but is relatively responsive to leading & yeilding cues— the issue, mainly, is his Stranger Danger and boundaries; he tends to reset with people he doesn't know, and while i've socialized him very lightly with strangers, none of them were horse-savy enough for prolonged or safe handling. i'm not entirely comfortable introducing these issues to a boarding barn that might not have staff trained to handle it (which, part of wanting to board him in the first place is to get him used to it). i can't afford to put him up with my trainer for training board, even just for a bootcamp, because it would reach well into the 1,300s (per month) without even adding board for the other three. in my area, at least, training board easily creeps into the thousands and there are very few people i'd trust with My Baby. there is one field-board facility well over an hour away that caters specifically to young horses (weanling to 3yos), but the distance would make it hard for daily visits and having him at a different facility from everyone else would complicate things. i've had them seperated before when i couldn't find capacity for everyone at the same barn, but it was... oof. i'm okay sending him off for training with someone i trust, even if its far, because he'll have handling, someone to challenge his brain, and i genuinely think having a professional fix/edit some of my first-time-unhandled horse training boo-boos would be nice— but i don't want to let him sit in a field. like... ik i'm hard on myself, but i feel like he's already being under-handled nowadays because i can only manage like 20 mins of re-enforcing basic yielding and leading groundwork a day due to work/ having to divide my time between him, chalk, and yoyo (and barn upkeep). i haven't had the energy to try tackling some of his trimming issues, given my own chronic fatigue and mental health issues, and i have no idea if he'll even load on a trailer. his weight would also benefit from restricted pasture and more exercise. my budget is admittedly tight, but i can manage all of them on field board if its reasonable— but that wouldn't be the ideal, especially not for leaky, and i'm struggling to work through my anxiety to find viable solutions. its frustrating for sure, but mostly because my lease will be up by the end of next month and if i can't figure this out by then i'd have to renew for another full year (which i... really don't want given a lot of the issues i have with this barn). as is, i have to give 30 days notice before i move, so i have to figure out what i want in... 4 days lmao (i've been stewing on this for A While my dudes).

#personal #just... venting a little #im just not sure i can afford to put leaky up for training board. but it feels like my only option? #i dont live in a place with cheap full-care board. let alone training board. #even if i dont. how would i go about safely transitioning him to a boarding environment? i dont feel like hes ready but im also paranoid AF #im just... very stressed #what if a boarding faciliy refuses him?? one place wouldnt take bugsy bc of his size #tbd?

[psychewritesbs]

Heyyyyy,

So about the 'love in the time of cholera' post. I did read it in English back in 2017 and i started ' thousand years of solitude ' around that time too and somehow lost the book and never bothered to buy another. And then i read something else by Marquez ( of love and other demons) and i have tried to study Spanish ( which hasn't been great because all i could manage was a tourist level knowledge). what i wanted to ask is how can i study spanish so that I'll be able to read spanish literature???

YO! WHAT is UP?

ok so... first, you're read about as much Hispanic literature as I have and I was raised in México. I feel a bit ashamed bahaha. I grew up south of the border with the US so my parents forced me to learn English by only buying media in English. It paid off because I've never been popular but whenever there was an English test, everyone wanted to sit behind me.

Second, that's a loaded question. mmmmm so... you're probably in the same situation as me with Japanese.

For context, I studied Japanese in a formal setting in college for about 2 years, and then took private group lessons more recently sometime around 2018 for about a year.

So part of my recommendation involves hiring private lessons. It's really one of the best ways to get personalized feedback. I wish there was something like that where I live rn but, alas, such is life.

Anyways, I'll elaborate under the cut...

Get your brain used to the language

Watch anime without subtitles or listen to podcasts

What I've done with Japanese is that I sometimes turn subtitles off when watching anime. This mostly works if I've seen the show or movie enough times to where I know what the dialogue is about. So like, I literally watch You Name (which I've only seen about three hundred million times), in Japanese without English subtitles and I can ALMOST understand the movie in its entirety. You'll be surprised by how much you do understand.

That said, you can actually watch jjk in Spanish! I think that to prepare for season 2 I'm going to watch season 1 in Spanish just because why not 🤣. Spanish dubs are always fun and I've always much preferred them over English dubs.

The dub Crunchyroll uses seems to have Mexican actors so the accent and should be pretty neutral. They most likely also avoid highly Mexicanized slang. So no need to worry, Megumi won't be saying "wey, no mames" every 5 words like I do.

Another thing I started doing but haven't done lately is that I found a podcast, spoken entirely in beginner-friendly Japanese, for Japanese learners. I am sure there's something similar in Spanish. Again, the point is to get your brain used to the language.

Pick up a children's book in Spanish and start reading

Why children's book? Because the vocabulary and grammar will be much simpler and accessible. You can gradually move up to more complex works as you see fit.

I have a Japanese manga magazine that I translate as I read.

Another benefit of this is that it gets you used to how language is used in its native form.

For example, if you read a children's book, you'd be learning Spanish as a child would, as opposed to learning text-book Spanish.

Follow accounts on social media by Spanish-speaking content creators or language instructors

I follow a couple of Japanese private tutors on Instagram like this one and a couple of accounts that use content to promo their work. That way, as I'm doing the endless mindless social media scroll, I can at least do something productive.

Use language learning apps

This one is a simple one. It's pretty basic but they are helpful. The point is to practice. This is a good way to get the basic grammar rules and vocabulary going.

Hire a tutor or enroll in private lessons

Ok I simply can't emphasize this enough. I really would take private group Japanese lessons in person again if there was such a thing where I currently live.

But there's also online tutors. What I like about having a proper teacher is that they can help correct grammatical or vocabulary errors. You should be able to find someone by doing a google search for private language tutors.

Another thing that hiring someone does is that it creates structure, accountability for you to actually sit down and study AND it creates a habit of it.

Which brings me to my next point...

DON'T BE LIKE ME!

I've literally shared what I do to study Japanese, but like I actually don't do it consistently enough for anything to stick for longer than 5 minutes.

Looooooool epic fail.

You want to be as consistent as possible which is defo not one of my strengths. So don't be lazy like me.

This is a long-term project so you are defo in it for the long run if you decide to go through with it. I feel like Márquez uses big words but Laura Esquivel's use of language is very simple and you might be able to understand her if you take the time to just sit down and translate at least a paragraph at a time.

頑張って！

Keep me updated / mantenme al tanto!

#ask the mental gymnastics anime girl

[thirstyforred]

i should be packing rn but instead, im sitting there reading ocelhira fics as if my life depends on it and bc at the end of the day I'm a basic bitch with the main fandom being witcher, I'm sitting there wondering onto which ship i could translate this energy the bb's crazy blondes have, like 'we hate each other so much we spent 9 years working together, building something so when our boyfriend wakes up he can just do what he does the best without worrying about anything, and has a place to sleep and warm meal whenever he comes back, we hate each other but we made it work, and we're good at it, and we made out a bunch" but obviously nothing comes to mind immediately, like yeah there's a bunch of love-hate's but ig they lack this unhingeness of trying to claim that the effort is for the benefit of 3rd party (one that might not even be there to appreciate it), bc when you get down to it that's what makes ocelhira work IMO, but anyway, then i remembered how much i like to spin that wet rot in my head, and already I'm not gonna lie that it didn't try to put usami/ogata into roderick's relation with albrecht, my oc, so especially since it's just for my own entertainment, i might as well just go all in and at some point write more about that one guy everyone hates from game they haven't played and oc developed just to annoy him, and also like thinking about it, you could kinda see some similarities between usao and ocelhira, and somehow mgs guys seem more hinged in this particular comparison

anyway it makes sense, bc flaming roses are fanatical, and are this half-knighthood/military, half-drug cartel in the first place, and jda likes to use his people, but doesn't actually give a fuck, and I know I'm just on that msg brain fever, but don't tell me the parallels aren't there, and of course, Broderick and Albrecht would do their damnest to give him everything, maybe if rod didn't die stupid, killed by geralt but was able to return to vizima as a fucking fail, but also without blowing his cover, and then instead of siegfied taking over the order it's the two of them, right and left hand, the guy that speaks nobility and knighthood (and nilfgaardia, and doesn't care with whom he sleeps if it for a good reason), and the guy how is the closest they have to prieast actually (and mage, and alchemist, and crack head, which the last one is actually the most beneficial, could you believe), they take over the operation, they compartmentalize it, they slowly and smartly move it out of the hot zone that is temeria, maybe to redania, or straight up back to novigrad, they make sure that their story checks out, they make sure that jda's image is favorable

albrecht is more of a man of cloth than he gives himself credit for, funnily he believes in the second coming of their fantasy jesus, Broderick claims he doesn't care, but even faint hope always proved to be a good carrot for him (tho he will admit that stick can sometimes be just enough as well, prove it's in the right hands), they lie to and the work together, they hate it (working, each other, not lying and schemeing), and it takes some time, years, two or three, or four, six, and well there's already magic in this world...

#if caranthir can break out of the afterlife just out of spite and annoyance #why wouldn't jda have his second coming?? #in my world? more likely than you think #my writing

[actual-sleeping-beauty]

Hello, winter anon here!!

Yes watch the wilds!!! Even though it got cancelled :/. I will never get over that.

Red is such a great album!!! I love it so much. Fearless has a special place in my heart as well because I listened to it at a young age. Omg you became a fan during lover era that’s lovely!!! The lover era had such a nice aesthetic. I understand why you became more of a fan during folklore and evermore era, they were such beautiful exquisite albums! Sitting alone while listening to lover must be so nice and beautiful, I love that!!

I became a fan when I was in elementary school during the debut album. I fell in liver with her story telling in her songs and lyricism.

I’m glad your finals are done!! Yay!! How many finals did you take and for which classes if you don’t mind sharing?

A caffeine headache!!! Nooo I’m sorry that must feel awful. It’s nice that you are donating blood though!! Do you donate every year or just once in a while? (You don’t have to answer if that’s too personal, I understand).

when debut came out i was almost four... i am feeling so tiny rn.

so i had one in my comparative politics class, which everyone told me would be the hardest 200 level polysci class i took, and i thought it was cake. i only needed a 70% to get an a in the class and i've gotten a 98 and 99 on the first two tests so feeling pretty good about that. then the same day i had one in my islamic art and architecture class, and i think i did well enough on that. i also had one for my arabic class that was basically just write three paragraphs about random stuff (future career, fav trip) and the hardest part was def coming up with stuff to talk about, not the arabic. in my other classes i had projects!

so funny story, i did not successfully donate today bc my pulse was... wait for it... 120 bpm and i only got it down to 115 bpm after sitting for like ten minutes breathing deeply... so that was annoying. i try to donate every two or three months, but sometimes that gets messed up by my screwy brain (they basically always have to take my pulse more than once) or international travel (i couldn't donate for a year after i came back from peru bc i was in an area that has a risk of malaria). i try to do it bc i'm O+ and we've basically been in a blood shortage since the pandemic started, and my family donates (my grandmother donated over five GALLONS in her lifetime!!) but if they decide to change the regulations and let queer men donate i might stop bc it's just such an awful experience for me. there's only so many times you can have the red cross workers look at you with pity bc you're so wound up.

#winter anon 2022

[charmspoint]

19 & 25 for the ask game uwu

19) when it comes to more complicated narratives, how do you keep track of outlines, characters, development, timeline, ect.?

Very good question considering rn I'm working on Gang AU which will not only span 5 works but also three different povs and numerous character dynamics

The answer is really: Notes

I have notes on my phone dedicated to p much every WIP I'm working on and any time i think of anything i just slap it down in my notes. Dialog, monolog, setting, scenes, character bits, anything. Then I basically just spill everything into a word document like its a lego bucket and play around until coherent narrative comes out.

For Gang au specifically I've also been meaning to do a document just for listing every character involved and what their deal is but I haven't gotten to that yet ;;; I'm not the sibling who inherited joy of organization sadly.

But also like

A lot of it is just in my brain hvghvh.

Like notes help me ground moment to moment bits and pieces but the longer i stay with a narrative (and i have been on gang au for almost a year) the more its just rooted in my brain the way it is. Sometimes when my friends are in the mood to be victimized i'll sit down and just exposit on certain characters psychology which helps it go from thoughts -> concepts and if im being smart about it ill copy paste it into a doc for safe keeping but if i Ranted about something i usually remember more or less the gist.

And then of course when editing time comes i put a lot of blood and sweat and tears into editing things that didn't end up making sense, that were too rushed, that should have been introduced sooner etc etc.

But honestly even then I don't think i ever dealt with THAT complex of a narrative, like Gang au isnt complex because of its plot its 'complex' because a lot of people have opinions and interactions with each other and i tend to be good at remembering how one person feels about the other. If it had like super twisting plot i would probably die.

25) copy/paste a few sentences or a short paragraph that you’re particularly proud of

I just think this line is funni

He felt sickly and frail like a new born fawn if that new born fawn had been drugged stupid in its mother’s womb.

ask game

#salamechecad #ask game #answered #thats a really long way to say i havent written anything complicated enough to require an already built process hhj #gang au is like #im testing things out on it i guess #who knows maybe after im done chewing that bone ill be able to tackle complex projects more reliably

[ice-sculptures]

do you have any wips ur working on?? or an idea you would love to write?? 👀

hi hi april!!! i currently have three active WIPs:

buck meets the diazes — the WIP i've made the most progress on recently, a currently untitled fic that's sitting at 10k rn and keeps getting longer and longer. i really wanted to write something about family and growth and acceptance and healing, and this fic just flowed straight from my brain to my docs. it's my current passion project and i'm so excited to work on it more once my finals are over :)

the long way down — i actually don't know how to explain this one without it sounding convoluted af, but the basic premise is that every night, eddie keeps having the same recurring dream in which he and buck are together and every morning he keeps waking up to realize that it's not real and as it keeps happening again and again, he finds himself slowly going insane because he finds it hard to tell what's real and what isn't, and he starts acting off and eventually buck notices and figures out what's going on.

angsty pining fic — i don't have a title for this one either but trust that it's chock full of heartbreak and sadness and filled with a good healthy dose of jealous!eddie. it's my take on the classic 'not actually unrequited love' trope, and i'm so excited to make these two fight cry and hurt each other both with and without meaning to 🙏🏼 it's going to be so delicious and i can't wait to get back into it!!

i have a few other ideas floating around that i'm probably never going to write but if i could write anything, i would love to write a future fic!! married girldads buddie lives rent free in my mind and i would love to write something set 15+ years in the future :)

sleepover weekend!!

#answered #loserdiaz

[yutafrita]

hi! I hope you aren’t busy and if you are it’s okay- you don’t have to answer this !!

I hope you’re doing well !!

I just wanted to come and vent to you because I don’t think I have anyone to vent to about this situation rn and I felt comfy enough to tell you.

I’m a college student in freshman year. Survived the long years of basic school and have finally entered my freshman year let alone in a prestigious university.

My plans were to initially take a gap year to find myself, get a job to save up some money and to explore myself creatively but my parents persuaded me to go straight to college because i shouldn’t graduate after my peers ( which just sounds ridiculous now that I’m thinking of it )

So I applied for college, and I got into the school of my dreams, and my parents dreams and my relatives dreams.

I felt a bit on top of the world in some ways, and I say in some ways because I didn’t exactly get the major I wanted to do so I have to take a long cut which means that statement my parents told me would be useless in a sense because I AM going to graduate after everybody now.

So I get settled in for university and I’m feeling out of place and like a sock in water. At first people say I’ll eventually ease into it because this is how freshman year starts off, but I haven’t reached the stage of comfort or joy or happiness yet.

I find myself terribly homesick and filled with so much regret I feel as though it’s eating me up. I miss writing, I miss drawing, I miss crocheting— I just miss feeding my creative side and expressing myself in those ways. ( I had to ditch all of that in senior year to do well lol )

I feel like I’m in a slight identity battle too—which just tops it all off.

I wanna drop out so badly but I can’t do it. Everyone knows I’m in that university, everyone has these expectations of me and everyone is watching me.

My parents have spend a crap ton of money starting me off in uni and which makes it even more difficult. I can already see their disappointed faces, my parents expressing their grave disappointment and hurt.

But I just feel like I can’t do it anymore, it’s been three months and I’m so sure that this feeling won’t disappear.

The thought of spending 5 years focused solely on education and just a mince of creative expression drives me mad. Its something that I feel would wake me up in the night, drenched in a thin layer of cold sweat.

I feel like I’d be throwing the best side of my life away.

It already feels like that because I barely have time to do the things I want to do and to evolve in those hobbies.

I’ve always leaned more onto my creative side than my academic side, it’s what makes ME happy but not my parents.

The only reason I chose to law in the first place was because my dad didn’t think being a chief editor of a magazine firm would be a stellar job.

Despite molding the law degree into a certain type of law I’d enjoy, I still can’t help but feel as though I’m still dancing to my parents tune, and trying to convince myself that I’m not.

I think I’m really stuck in between a rock and a really hard place rn 💀

I really don’t know what to do.

Hi! First- thank you for feeling comfortable enough to share this with me. I can tell you've really been goin' through it, so already taking a step into my ask box means you've really done 75% of the thinking you need. You're doing great! Now, let's sit.

It really would be the easy thing for me to say "follow your heart- do what you want!" but frankly, that would be such privileged horse shit for me to say. My parents are immigrants, I grew up poor- the idea of simply "following your heart" was never practical for me. We have to survive and more than just our hearts.

However (this is a BIG however) as soul crushing as it is to accept the kind of society we live in, I believe that we can strike a balance between our hearts and our brain. SO, your family is pushing you into law, but you are passionate about working at a magazine firm- let's go from here.

While there are definitely a lot of idiots in law school and practicing law, it's generally not an easy process to go through, and I don't think you should go through the trauma of higher education like that if it's not for something you're passionate about. So, since you specifically mentioned you loved writing, I assume it's specifically journalism you have the passion for. Going to a prestigious university [you mentioned uni so I'm going to assume you're European if that's okay? I say this because I know I know a lot about education in the states but now over there I'm sorry :((( ] is really amazing- I need you to know that you have worked hard, and how you feel does not throw away your hard work in the past. It's really easy for me to be like "oh in ten years it won't matter!" because what you're feeling now is still heavy and that advice is so unhelpful. I do want to ask- is it the school of your dreams, really? Like, really really. When you think of your dream school, is it really this one? It's okay if it's not.

Am I being helpful? Sorry- It's almost midnight here. I'm trying to not project primarily because what you said resonated really deeply with how I felt in high school to sometimes even now. Give me a sec. While I was applying to colleges I can't even begin to tell you how often my mom tried to talk me out out majoring in psychology (funny enough my parents REALLY wanted me to be a lawyer) but, between you and me, I actually wanted to apply for an English degree. And, I decided not to for two reasons.

One, because oh my god writing as a career is so fucking stressful. Holy shit. It's so hard. Constantly grinding and wishing and praying for someone to give you a chance- hoping that one literary agent will give you a chance? I could not. Like I said- I grew up poor, the financial trauma I have would have been exasperated by my undiagnosed mental illnesses and... yeah. Two, because I genuinely was interested in helping people so- boom. Psychology.

Okay now, my point.

Your parents seem to love you- this is great. The truth is- sometimes, you'll have to disappoint them because you aren't them. If you are going to be your own person- whether it be switching majors, taking next semester off, switching universities, something has to give- and none of these things would be your parents choice. This will make them disappointed, but here's the good part- they will get it. Maybe not now, maybe in a week, or maybe in thirty years, they'll get over it. And if they don't... well, you'll be over it. You're growing up. Growing up is fucking painful sometimes. It's also lonely sometimes.

I can't tell you what to do, but you know what you have to do. Society tries to tell us that our jobs define us and should be our whole lives- that's some crazy ass bullshit. Fuck. That. Pick a career that you are pleased with, makes you feel good, and gives you time to do what you love. You know what you will regret most if you are already able to articulate and tell me all of this. So- listen to your brain, but check in with your heart! Your feelings matter- you matter. And- don't be afraid to drop a message to me, but if you're feeling shy please give me an update even as an anon! I hope that this helps even in just a reminder that your feelings and thoughts matter.

I wanted to link you to the concept of big-fish-tiny-pool which I'm sure you know of but if not, here ya go. You aren't alone! I know it may seem like that, but I hope you can find comfort in you not being completely solo on this mission :)

#nat talks!