#Jberk Writes

[tlaragihai]

Tag some people you want to get to know better. Thank you, @forestdragoncat, for tagging me!

Three ships:

1) Vex'ahlia/Percy (Critical Role/The Legend of Vox Machina),

2) Emiris/Tristian (Emi is my baroness, from Pathfinder: Kingmaker)

3) Ahranis/Shellanrith/Simikh (the trio of my original kobold characters, they are npcs in our dnd game, and players will meet them someday. They are very much in love with each other :333)

First ship ever: i think it was Ikuto/Amu from Shugo Chara. At least I remember how I've tried to decide who of the two guys matches the main girl better, and i thought it was Ikuto. Shipper wars of my 11 years....

Last song: Star Sky by Two Steps from Hell

Last movie: animation movie, it is. Prince Vladimir, basically a historical fantasy about one of the most popular rulers of Kievan Rus. Dark magic/light magic, good songs and family drama are included.

Currently watching: The Legend of Vox Machina, season 2. And the TV series The Master and Margarita, based on Bulgakov's novel.

Currently reading: nothing, actually. Only internet discussions and blogs.

Currently consuming: macaroni and meat. Should have some tea, too.

Currenty craving: a long walk i have planned for tomorrow, bacon gyros, and waffles with ice cream :3. And some bravery to write a fic, finally. I am too much of a perfectionist.

Tagging @nerdfishgirl @neris-neris @jberk-ish

#fandom #ask game #my life

[jberkwritesshit]

A Modest Proposal for the Propagation of Deinonychus antirrhopus and Elimination of Sleep Deprivation in Our Youth

Sleep. We all bask in it’s sweet oblivion.

It and it alone is one of the few things we can say with certainty that the entirety of the human race experiences at some point or another. But across the world, from the cigarette-smoke laced streets of London, to the blaring heat of Los Angeles, we can see our young people languishing, shambling in a half-conscious state, dark bags hanging around their eyes, moving from one class or job to the other, with no solace that can be assured, no comfort can be given, and no rest until what can feel like an eternity to these pour souls.

They do not focus on their studies, nor their assigned task, and who could blame these Lethe-deprived people? For what do they do when night falls? They work, on the endless pile of homework and projects, the scale of which can seem to have no end. Or on the alternative, they party, late into the night, drinking alcohol with reckless abandon, so that when morning comes they haven’t even attempted the sweet release of REM sleep.

So it is in good faith I propose a new initiative to solve this problem plaguing our youth; local officials (or if necessary, private contractors), in conjunction with the United States Department of Education, should genetically engineer, alter, and subsequently release, live specimens of Deinonychus antirrhopus onto all school zones in the United States.

Naysayers may decry this bold initiative as ‘immoral,’ ‘insane’ or even ‘what in god’s name were you thinking?’ All of this I have heard, and I say to thee, how well can you engage in the hedonistic activities of youth when apex predators specifically designed to detect even the faintest trace of alcohol on young breath begin to stalk your home?

I say, how late could you stay up if a feathered reptilian had taken nest in your closet? Tucking you gently into your bed with a clawed hand as it waits for signs of weakness?

How many managers would assign their young, bright employees onto graveyard shifts if they knew that cold-blooded demons hunted the streets at night? If you were craving the sweet release of sleep in a cusp-of-dawn class, you would think twice about dozing off for a nap if the Teaching Assistant could bite through even the strongest of metals!

Though yes, there is, as in all things, risk. Some may be lost to the hunger of the beasts, but that will only serve to strengthen the resolve to stay awake in those who remain! All the while weeding out the weak and listless of our society.

With this program’s approval, we may begin at once to improve the overall morale and energy of our youth, so that society as a whole may be bettered.

(This proposal has been sponsored by the Institute for the Advancement of Dinosaur Rights)

#creative writing #dinasours #a modest proposal #Jberk Writes #writing #satire

[jberk-ish]

Earps and And The Ones They Love

A Wynonna Earp Secret Santa Gift (gratefully set up by @earpwaverly, thank you!) from me, your Local Everyday Bisexual, to you @meanderingmads. Hope you like it!

Merry Christmas!

If there was ever one beautiful constant in Wynonna’s life, it was Waverly.

For years, it seemed like the only thing that got her out of bed in the morning was the thought that Waverly would be worried, the only reason she drank anything other than beer was because Waverly would notice, the only thing that kept her eating was Waverly’s insistence to put a meal that wasn’t chips or whiskey, (she still drank the whiskey, of course, a concession to actually get her to eat).

Waverly, Waverly Waverly. Waverley was the reason Wynonna didn’t leave when shit hit the fan in the beginning; because she wouldn’t, not for all the pleading or persuasion the world could offer, and Wynonna couldn’t leave her again. Not twice.

And then Jolene came.

Jolene, who inserted herself into their lives like she belonged there all along, Jolene who brought out the worst in all of them, Jolene who nearly ripped Waverly away from her, away from Nicole.

And no matter how many times she told herself it was Jolene, not her, she couldn’t forget the look on Waverly’s face when she So Wynonna, with that famous Earp judgement of hers, slipped from Waverly’s arms in the night, (she watched, as Waverly withered at the loss of heat, before her arms found   and traded Waverly and Nicole’s warm bed for the freezing cold of the barn, with nothing to protect her from the elements but a thin tank-top and a bottle of whiskey.

This is what you deserve, Earp, this is what you’ve always deserved.

Maybe it would be better for everyone if she just froze here? Come morning, no more Wynonna, no more Heir, just a frozen corpse in a barn…

Waverly would…

Yeah yeah, Waverly would this, Waverly would that, Waverly was always blind to her flaws, she’d never just let her go, like what was best for her.

Without her, Waverly would get out of this shit-pit, move somewhere warm with Nicole where neither of them had to worry about demons or curses or whatever bullshit this town threw at them next.

Without her, Waverly could have a life; a real life, even, not the life she had scraping by here.

Worthless, alone, murderer... the words repeated, spiraled in her mind, too much for the drink to chase away….

Monster, selfish parasite, eating away at Waverly’s life…

No better than demon...

Trapped in her particular brand of hell, Wynonna barely even noticed the sudden warmth that pressed up against her, or the soft voice that dried her tears and lulled her some semblance of peace.

“She’s worried about you, you know.” Wynonna buried her face further in those silk pajamas as Nicole’s soothing voice broke through the static and noise.

“She’s really worried, Wy, hell I’d be worried she’ll pace her way through the floor with all her pacing.”

Wynonna managed a half-sob, half-laugh at the mental image of Waverly wearing through the floorboards. But the reality came crashing back, that she was causing her more pain just by being there.

“She’s better off without me… you’re both better off without me. Just leave me here, Haughstuff, I’m no fucking help to anyone… never have, never will.”

She managed one last sip before Nicole swiped her bottle away, leaving her grasping at air, weakly.

“That’s enough of that, you know Jack Daniels never did you any favors,” Nicole said as she took a swig herself.

Grimacing for a moment before returning to the task at hand Nicole took Wynonna’s head in her hands, “Wy, look at me, look at me,” she said, forcing her eyes away from anywhere fucking else and towards Nicole’s own face.

“I’m not going to let you stay here, so you better listen… Waverly loves you, she’s loved you for as long as she’s been alive… and I love her, which means there is not a chance that I’m gonna be leavin’ you here to freeze, understand?”

Why the hell Nicole was even still here eluded her, she was there, she heard all the things Wynonna had said about Waverly, she shouldn’t be trying so hard, there shouldn’t even have been an attempt. “I said those things… I said those things and I liked it, it felt good! Jolene with her fucking baked good fucked with my head, but I liked saying those things! I don’t deserve her, I don’t deserve you, I don’t deserve anything but THIS!”

Nicole only tightened her grip on Wynonna’s skull, forcing her to refrain from falling to the ground like a disconnected marionette.

“Wynonna Earp, Wynonna Freakin’ Earp, you beautiful idiot, you don’t even know how wrong you are,” she started, pulling Wynonna closer so she’d have no room to wiggle away, “Waverly loves you, more than you want her to; hell, even I love you, even if you can be an idiot some-- no, most of the time.”

“But I need you to know, Waverly needs you in her life, she’s better off with you in her life. You know how she dealt with the last time you left her? She did Champ of all people!” Wynonna allowed herself another laugh at that, but only because Champ was a fucking moron. “So it doesn’t matter if you felt good saying it, you love Waverly, you know it, I know it, and most importantly, Waverly knows it. So get your top-shelf ass back in there and calm our girl down.”

Wynonna’s only acknowledgement of Nicole was a small nod and a ‘help me up’, both of which Nicole took as a good sign.

Out into the snow, Nicole propped up Wynonna’s shivering frame.

“So, you really think my ass is top shelf?”

“I already told you I love you, don’t push your luck.”

Waverly, all in all, was not having the best of nights.

She remembers falling asleep with two girls around her, not one, she specifically counted two. Now, one was missing, and Nicole had gone looking, which meant she was down exactly one-hundred percent of the girls she had started with.

Which was a huge freakin’ problem, pardon her french.

No matter what she did to calm herself, the same scenarios came up in her head: Wynonna was kidnapped, Jolene is back somehow, Wynonna is leaving again, Wynonna went for a midnight bender and didn’t tell her; Wynonna this and Wynonna that, the horrible ways Wynonna could be laying in a ditch, eviscerated somewhere haunted her every pacing step.

And of course, not ten minutes later (which to her felt like ten years), Wynonna and Nicole walked through the door with all of their limbs attached.

All the ‘where-have-you-been’ and ‘I was so worried’ and every other angry tell-off she had planned left her mind as soon as she saw the two of them together, instead opting for wrapping her arms the cold-to-the-touch form of Wynonna, who did the last thing Waverly expected among all her possibilities.

Wynonna started to cry.

“I’m so sorry, babygirl,” Wynonna said in-between sobs, “I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t… I couldn’t… I wish…”

“Shhhshhh, it’s okay Wynonna, it’s all going to be okay.” Waverly interrupted, giving no room for any unneeded apologies, “it’s going to be okay, you hear me? It’s going to be okay; I love you, nothing is ever going to change that…”

And in that moment, wrapped in Waverly’s arms, she could believe it. Wynonna could believe that for once, she didn’t have to be anywhere but here.

#wynonnaearpsecretsanta #wynonna earp #waverly earp #nicole haught #wayhaught #wynhaught #it took me waaay too long to write this #Jberk Writes Again and is Generally Met with Confusion

[kidspawn]

Tagged By: @3rdgymbros~ thanks, bb <3

Tagging: @starry-ryuu @eglantine-puffett @trick-played-on-god @nikiforoov @akaakeiji @akutahaha @ohpeech @ramblingredrose @pizzapopolis @thatbungoustray @jberk-ish

Nickname — Jay, Strawberry, Peach, Mom, Baby Bi

Zodiac Signs — Aries, Year of the Horse

Height — 5″6 (170 cm)

Hogwarts House — Hufflepuff

Last Thing I Googled — ... Natsu Dragneel

Favourite Musicians —  Taylor Swift, Halsey, Troye Sivan, Hayley Kiyoko, Shawn Mendes, Carly Rae Jepsen

Song Stuck In My Head — The Pokemon Theme  

Following — 87  

Followers — 400 (thank you all so so so much~)

Do You Get Asks — Yes, and I’m really bad at answering them 

Amount of Sleep — 6 hours, usually?

Lucky Number — 7!

What Are You Wearing — Ghostbusters tanktop, spandex shorts, and fox socks! (I just woke up fhcjsnx)

Dream Job — Anything that means I can help people. Most likely, I want to be a therapist or a counselor. 

Dream Trip — Greece!!

Instrument — The triangle - I find I am quite adept at it. 

Languages — English, Spanish, a little bit of Japanese. 

Favourite Song — Currently: “Me!” by Taylor Swift ft Brendon Urie

Random Fact — If I’m not writing, I’m drawing. If I’m not drawing, I’m catching Pokemon. 

Aesthetic — Pastels, Flowers, Femme, WLW, Positivity (especially towards mental health.)

#about me #tag game

[thesexierscientist]

pasafarianministriesofnightvale

[ ♛ ] send me a url and i'll tell you the following;

my opinion on;

character in general: Absolute mad lad. Gyke is pretty great. how they play them: As an OC, there are no preset criteria. However Gyke is brilliant as a character and Jberk writes her well. the mun: Jberk is odd and someone I’m proud to be acquainted with ooc.

do i;

follow them: Yes! rp with them: Not yet. want to rp with them: I think so. ship their character with mine: No

what is my;

overall opinion:

I think we’re friends? It’s hard to tell. Anyway, pasafarianministries is great and amazing and their writing is always interesting and the characters on their blog seem pretty distinct.

**Note: Mun’s answer are all to be completely honest. Don’t send url if you don’t want brutal honesty.

@pasafarianministriesofnightvale

#pasafarianministriesofnightvale #Anonymous

[jberk-ish]

A MERRY SATURNALIA FESTIVE TO YE ALL THIS FINE NIGHT! AND A HAPPY TWENTYGAYTEEN! SPONSORED AND SET UP BY THE WONDERFUL @nootvanlis I HAVE MADE... SOME TRASH. Okay, so it’s not THAT bad, anyhow, my very patient giftie is....

@notalk-justthought !!!

I do apologize for badgering you with all those questions, and for just being terrible, but I hope you enjoy! I had quite the time writing this, it feels good to get back on the Fanfiction game. I posted it earlier this morning on Archive of our Own. Here’s the link! (A Christmas Without Homicide)

#Carmilla #Carmilla Secret Santa 2017 #Jberk Writes Again and is Generally Met with Confusion #nootvanlis #it took me way too long to come up with that title

[jberk-ish]

Word Count Tracker Start:

Inspired by my dear sister @ouyangdan​, I’m gonna be doing this word counter for the work I do, here’s to hoping it makes me actual work.

Sante Francisci Salesii, protegas me, et enutries me spiritus omni distractione purgatus

#Jberk Writes Again and is Generally Met with Confusion #I don't even remember that tag but apparently I've used it #writing #writing inspiration #word count