#but man this was a good writing excersise!

[such-a-bitchh]

Hi @kolimachris thank you for another comission! Let's get to it, I think the idea is just so cool, and I had so much fun writing it that I wrote a bonus!

M6 As streamers (+ bonus at the end)

Okay but hear me out-

Minecraft

I'm so sorry

But he would be the type to play mc just to build the best estate ever

Like, huge ass house, pool, cows and fifteen axolotls

Also five cats

And a pig

Overall games where they can play with many people

His fav people to play with are propably Portia and Nadia (byt she doesen't play too often)

They have the best chemistry playing with Portia

Also genshin impact-

Him and Portia are like on AR 50

100% Hutao main

Not problematic at all

Likes to interact with his fans a lot

Likes talking with them a lot

When they play they propably talk about anything, but the game itself

ALL of his fans love Faust or are scared of her

No in betweens

Sometimes makes prank videos with Julian on Lucio

Everyone feels good watching his streams

Asra safe place for everyone 💖

Okay so... VR

Games in VR for her

Mainly because her fans tell her to

It is NOT because they want to see her more

Also some calm games

Hates horror games

Only plays them when Lucio plays too so she can laugh cause he's a pussy

Doesen't play much games tho

Most of her videos are her makeup storytimes

And morning/night routine

Also excersise videos

She's the healthy queen

Everyone asks her for advices

Has a lot of simps

Mostly she plays with Asra, Portia and Lucio

Sometimes covers, people think her voice's beutifull

She does not

But it really is

Keqing main

Mostly horror games with Lucio

Like, they hate eachother, they would do anything for the other one to die

Does everything for Lucio to die

"C'mon man let me sacrifice you"

Pacify and Phasmophobia with Portia, Lucio and Asra, sometimes Nadia

In 7 days to die he always dies first

Sometimes Lucio

Mostly at the same time

The forest was a very traumatic experience for him

Dad jokes at the beggining of every stream

Nadia loves doing makeup on him on his streams

Peopel love when he plays with Lucio, like, that's so fucking funny

Them trying to kill eachother in EVERY game they play

Get ready for singing sea shanties when he's bored

Wear earphones please

He screams every two seconds

Moans every ten seconds

Pretty sus if you ask me

SEA OF THIEVES

Like I'm sorry but-OMG

His fav game

Scared of Kraken so fucking bad

Propably has thallasophobia but plays it anyways (totally not me...)

When he sees Portia playing Genshin Impact he's always simping for Itto

Iike, simp no.1

Pretty much Tartaglia main tho 👀

Animal crossing.

Melts looking at every single one character

When Felyne's on the screen always runs for Pepi

Decorates her home like a pro

Just... so cute

Cottage core bitch

Everyone loves her aesthetic

Her room, her clothes

Just overall vibe

Also a safe place for everyone

Plays horror games for beef that's going on between Julian and Lucio

Asra and her are the best impostors in Among Us

The sims 4.

Likez always makes the most aesthetic buildings

The prettiest ones

An artist at this point

Genshin Impact of course

Klee main

Likes Xiao just because he reminds her of Julian

Her party contains- Klee as main dps, Xiangling as 2nd DPS, Barbara as a healer and Kazuha to burn everything, as a support

Completely not problematic

Loves her every fan

Scared of furries tho

Pepi camera on every Thursday

Doesen't play much games

Everyone always writes him compliments

Blushing mess

The only games he play are Mc, Genshin ('cause of Asra) and the ones with everyone, like Phasmophobia, Hello Neighbour, The Forest and Sea of Thieves

Actually enjoys SOT

Kraken his favourite-

In Mc he has a chicken farm in Asra's estate

Has a trained wolf called Inanna just like his dog in real life (I'm sorry it's modern setting so Inanna's a dog)

Not problenatic either

Everyone loves him

World's favourite human being

Razor main-

Hates fighting Boreas in Genshin tho-

People draw him a lot of fanarts which is adorable

He loves every each one of them

Streams.with.bare.chest.101

Simp magnes

Dies first in every single game

Everyone always wants to kill him

Makes memes of himself

Mervedes and Melchior camera

Always flexing how rich he is

His fans have hate a love relationship with him

Cheesy pick up lines spill from chat box

Scary telletubies game with Julian everyone's favourite

People love watching him getting killed by Portia

Also an Itto simp

Kaeya or Yae Miiko main

Both for obvious reasons

Because they're good?

No no

Cause they're hot

Simping for Kaeya from beggining of the game

Mostly plays horror games

But wait... he does play Episode (game for phone)

Always choosing the worst options

I'm sorry but-Yandere Simulator (I despise Yan Dev, but Lucio fits for the game so good I'm sorry)

Getting caugth every time he plays it tho

VERY problematic

But in a fun way

Starting dramas for laugh

Everyone who's not his fan hates him

Pretty reasonable, you know?

+ Bonus

M6 + Valerius in Among us and Genshin Impact

Genshin Impact

~Asra:

-mains: Hutao and Mona

-party: Hutao main DPS, Mona 2nd DPS, Qiqi as healer, Sucrose as a support

-fav activity: building characters

~Nadia:

-mains: Keqing, Jean

-party: Keqing main DPS, Jean support healer and 2nd dps, Ninnguang support, Amber support

-fav activity: side quests

~Julian:

-main: Childe ('cause he lost 50/50 on Itto to Mona)

-party: Childe main DPS, Baal support, Chongyun support, Zhongli 2nd DPS shield

-fav activity: dying

~Muriel:

-main: Razor

-party: Razor main DPS, Noelle for shield, Barbara healer, Itto 2nd DPS

-fav activity: colleting flowers

~Portia:

-mains: Xiangling, Klee

-party: Klee main DPS, Xiangling support, Kokomi healer, Yoimiya support (BUUURN)

-fav activity: beating the shit out of Bosses with Asra

~Lucio:

-mains: Kaeya, Yae Miiko

-party: Yae Miko main DPS, Kaeya support, Diona healer and shield, Xinyan shield and 2nd DPS

-fav activity: also dying

~Valerius:

-main: Diluc (hehe wine)

-party: Diluc main DPS, Diona 2nd DPS shield, Bennett support, Barbara healer

-fav activity: watching Julian and Lucio die

+Me:

-main: Jean

-party: Jean main DPS, Baal support, Xiao support, Kazuha 2nd DPS (it's weird I know but it works so xddd) sometimes switching Xiao for Kokomi tho

-fav activity: archon quests

Among Us

~Asra:

-as a crewmate: crew always winning cause he's doing all the tasks

-as an impostor: Lucio must die

~Nadia:

-as a crewmate: walking after everyone to protect them, got voted out first for it

-as an impostor: has no guts to kill anyone but Lucio

~Julian:

-as a crewmate: dies right after Lucio cause of his stupidity

-as an impostor: Gets voted out first after being caugth by EVERYONE while venting

~Muriel:

-as a crewnate: Lives the longest

-as an impostor: after killing Lucio he admits he's the impostor

~Portia:

-as a crewmate: Takes Shlerlock Holmes role and doesen't do her tasks at all

-as an impostor: she just wins after killing Lucio first

~Lucio:

-as a crewmate: dies first, if he's still alive to be part of voting, he gets voted out first

-as an impostor: gets voted out first even with totally no evidence

~Faust:

-as a crewmate: no one DARES to kill her

-as an impostor: ALWAYS wins for some reasom

#headcanon #julian devorak #the aracana game #the arcana #asra alnazar #asra and faust #julian x mc #julian x reader #asra x mc #asra x reader #genshin impact #among us #nadia x mc #nadia satrivana #nadia x reader #the arcana lucio #lucio morgasson #lucio x mc #portia x reader #portia x mc #portia devorak #portia x apprentice #pasha devorak #muriel x mc #muriel x reader #muriel #montag morgasson #consul valerius #valerius x reader #valerius x mc

[felix-ander]

Random Headcanons Pt.2

this time it's for the other characters. Once again there might be some character spoilers or some spoilers from certain routes. This is mostly shit I just kinda thought of

OnionThief

does the bunny ear method when tying shoes

when he is at his family's house he reads his siblings to sleep

feels extremely guilty if he buys anything for himself

"This money could have been put to better use"

he doesn't drink coffee bc he doesn't want to get addicted/dependent on it

actually impossible for him to not argue with NightOwl

"It is not my fault that he is wrong all the time😒"

was on the debate team in high-school

he really said "let me play devil's advocate🤓"

also was in coding club

despite being in computer science he owns and average computer that will get him by

Why spend 300$ when a 100$ one will do?

extreme couponer

he uses scrapbooks to hold his coupons

buys his family's groceries

June

has a fuck ton of apple pens bc she loses them a lot

enjoys taking pictures of her food

when she bakes she adds a bit more sugar than the recipe says to add

she is pretty short

a big fan of wedge shoes

has one of those bicycles with a basket in the front

takes vitamins every morning

has an Instagram art page and does commissions sometimes

it has 5k followers and she still can't believe it

her favorite fruit is strawberries

she dips her strawberries in sugar

has had the same drawing tablet since grade 9 (I think its freshman in American)

she's trying to get a new one tho bc it has calibration issues

she has a switch

her favourite game on it is Fire Emblem Three Houses

SalociN

excersises with his wife

a really good gardener

super proud of the tomatoes he is growing

after he retired he joined a bowling team for a year

he wasn't very good but still found enjoyment in it

every Saturday his family has a game night

and every Sunday they have a movie night

super close to his kids

I imagine when his kids would come home from school and were like "Dad you will NOT believe what happened today" and he's like "I'm all ears"

he writes his wife love notes

when he visits first wifes grave he tells her everything that happened since the last time he was there

his wife Mara sometimes tags along

BIGLADY

big wine buyer

plans to get a wine cellar in the future

owns a cat themed calander

watches tik toks non stop

tried to make bread once but it was a disaster

wants to be a crafty person so bad but it just do not work out

she can play guitar and ukulele

also has a decently good voice

always keeps a hairbrush on her

she wore runners to her prom

she enjoys nature walks

she does stretches to start her day

hates avocados with a passion

she like actually becomes so angry when she gets something and they don't removed the avocados that she requested get removed

Two2

likes One Punch Man but only the first season

hates how the second butchered the arts syle

likes raspberry cream horns

wears mismatching socks

they like wearing bracelets

sometimes they make them for their sister

bought their sister a nice fluffy pair of earmuffs so she could block out their parents arguements

got a back brace they don't wear too often

use to work at an ice cream shop during the summer

They are not very drippy

they got a plain ass wardrobe

eats Flintstones chalk vitamins for fun

#blooming panic #two2 #bp onionthief #onionthief #blooming panic biglady #bp two2 #blooming panic june #bp june #blooming panic two2

[primofate]

I was rereading your volleyball au because it's literal gold, and i pictured a scenario that i wanted to send you. I love all the modern Au/volleyball content. It's epic and so well written

(Im sorry this came out so long and that was without all the members separate reactions 💀 )

I also switched between 2nd and 3rd person so...ignore that (i say putting it in bold)

_______

In a match the reader is attending, they're up in the stands tense but smiling, completely invested in the game.

The team is struggling despite how far they've come against someone with spikes real strong (like the episode of shiratorizawa vs Karasuno) and well a spike absolutely smashes it's way past the their 3 man block. Just barely skimming Thoma's hand.

The cut-shot the opponent squeezed out in that moment was impressive, you were stunned. The power and speed it had accumalated had you barely processing the instant in which Xiao had moved into the way of it.

His stance was immaculate, and the posture of his arms clearly showed how he was intending to bring it up for his teammates. However it still spins out of control, the power still being something he was adjusting to, heading into the audience smacking reader with a solid hit in the face.

There wasn't a moment to process or dodge. It was hit. Received. And then sent straight into your face. Naturally their eyes had followed the direction of the ball, and naturally after that their eyes had seen what could've given them a heart attack.

You've practically been punched. You had been knocked back, toppling onto your backside, and in that second you drag yourself up quickly to look at the team with a thumbs up and a smile.

Still in a state of shock, they kind of watch for a moment, some of the audience members staring as well, concerned and some amused. You only last a good 5 seconds before the reassuring smile you sent twitches and you squat behind the stand's barrier as the pain sets in.

Your friend is there alternating between the stares of the team and you doing breathing excersises to minimise the pain you're feeling. The horror Xiao felt on that day.

The team would never forget that expression on his face, and the way it contorted into something akin to hate. Seeing you back up and standing again, the team regrouped, Diluc giving Xiao a pat on the shoulder and Zhongli reassuring the libero with him.

"Don't mind. She's fine," Zhongli looks up at your startled expression, you'd noticed too, an expression you'd probably never see on Xiao again, "and you'll get the next one."

Fists clenched he took a long breath, ridding of whatever malice he expressed. Back to indifference, back to control.

The whistle blows and as Xiao readies himself, his fingers twitch, damn right he'll get the next one. He didn't know what he had hated more. The spiker, the spike itself, the fact that he failed to receive it?

No. The spiker did his job, so why couldn't Xiao do his. His job as a libero is to recieve, and he simply messed that simple thing up.

It wasn't as if he lost you on some battlefield, but the fact that you got hurt because of something like this had set a fire inside of him.

He hated it. He hated all of it.

____ this is an ask. It's too long ;-; ____

And blah blah blah, he got the next one up, not perfectly, but it was a breakthrough, and the point the team received at the end of that rally had boosted team morale. The stern look of determination he sent your way, and the returned smile of adoration was an exchange filled with such strong emotion.

EXCUSE ME???? If you are not a writing blog I am gunna be so mad, the way you described the volleyball scenes?!?!?! Bruh that's a talent (I, for one, suck at sports scenes and battle scenes so I tend to stray away from them hahahahha!)

Everyone say thank you to @micheya for the good food.

#xiao x reader #genshin volleyball au #genshin au #xiao au #xiao fluff #xiao angst

[diveronarpg]

Congratulations, KYLIE! You’ve been accepted for the role of BENVOLIO. Admin Julie: If I could, I’d wax poetry over the intricacies that came from reading your application for Bellamy. From the inherent bravery that comes from being kind in a world that eats kindness whole, to having to learn how to survive in that sort of environment, you’ve enraptured us with Bellamy’s conflict and narrative. Your writing sample captured an emotion note often seen in Verona: panic, terror, and worse, acceptance. The seven stages of grief, compounded into one man? It’s awe-inspiring and heartbreaking on one. We cannot wait to see where you’ll take him.  Please read over the checklist and send in your blog within 24 hours.

WELCOME TO THE MOB.

OUT OF CHARACTER

Alias | Kylie

Age | 25

Preferred Pronouns | she/her

Activity Level | 5-6, the holidays have been a busy time for me, but now that they are coming to a close my activity should only go up.

Timezone | mst

Triggers | already listed!

How did you find the rp?  | I am a member who loves it dearly.

Current/Past RP Accounts | @ronanivarsson @nickborisov

IN CHARACTER

Character | Bellamy Santo-Domingo, Benvolio

What drew you to this character? |

I was drawn to Bellamy because I was thinking about the idea of heroism in Verona, and came to the conclusion that he must surely be the closest thing that Verona has to a real “hero” or heroic figure–what could possibly be more admirable than advocating for peace in a city where it is universally acknowledged that peace, that goodness, cannot thrive? I began comparing him to classical heroes like Aneas, who was divinely tasked with building a new city from the ashes of an old one, who was able to maintain his epithet of pious even as his city burned and the blood of his people was spilled. Because of his relationships with Marcelo and with Roman, both Achilles figures in their own right, I compared him to Patroclus–in the same way that Patroclus put on the armor of Achilles and went out to fight the Trojans, Bellamy has learned to put on the same armor that Roman and Marcelo wear in order to better protect them.

These comparisons have merit–but I think it would be a mistake to allow Bellamy to be so easily defined. I think a lot of contradictions exist within him–his banner is peace, he has cried and cried for it until he has lost his voice, but I think he also holds a lot of anger in his heart. He is angry that he seems to be the only one who can see where all of the destruction will lead, he is angry that the people he loves are so willing to gamble with their lives, he is angry at the fact that none of this is what he would have chosen for himself. I also think he is both very self sacrificing, as all heroes must be, but also very selfish. He would willingly give his life for Marcelo or Roman, or if he thought his death would mean something in terms of bringing peace to Verona–but at the same time, I think he would also willingly leave it all and go back to wandering, to make that choice for himself and shed the uniform the Montagues handed to him and ordered him into.

I also just enjoyed all the potential that exists within him–what is the difference between the person he would like to be, the person that he sees himself as, and the person he has to be in order to survive in Verona? He is an Atlas, bearing the weight of an entire city on his shoulders, but surely even Atlas cried out in pain, began to curse the gods at some point? How much blood must he shed in his quest for peace? Will there come a point where he has to turn his back on the people that he loves, on the lives that they lead?

What is a future plot idea you have in mind for the character? |

DEATH DOESN’T DISCRIMINATE BETWEEN THE SINNERS AND THE SAINTS | I’m very interested in Bellamy’s relationship with the violence of the Montagues–he is a character that is defined by his goodness, by his desire for peace over violence, but I don’t think that makes him a soft character necessarily. I would love to investigate how far both he and his convictions could be pushed, where his point of no-return might be. Would he kill for them? Would he be willing to torture someone? If he is willing, how does he justify it in his mind? Is it a case of some blood being necessary in the quest to bring peace to Verona? How would he handle it if Roman or Marcelo specifically asked him to commit an act of violence in their name? Is there a point where he would consider himself too far gone, too far lost, too much of a sinner?  

IF THERE’S A REASON I’M STILL ALIVE | One of the things that really interests me is the relationships that Bellamy has with Roman and Marcelo. He came back to Verona because his mother asked, because he felt a sense of familial obligation, yes—but he also came back because he was worried about his brothers. They are the reason he stays, the reason he wants peace in this city—he wants to see them grow old, see them have faith in something other than the blood. I would love to investigate how far he’s willing to go for them, what kind of situations does he have to bail them out of? Would there ever come a point where he would decide that he’s more dedicated to his cause than to the two of them? Is there any resentment between them because of Bellamy’s dedication to peace, to opposing the organization that brought the three of them together?

THERE ARE THINGS THAT THE HOMILIES AND HYMNS WON’T TEACH YOU | I’m very interested in Bellamy’s job as a police officer, especially since it isn’t a job that he picked for himself—I was very interested in the phrasing in his biography, in the use of the word “posing” when talking about his position as a law enforcement officer. Does he feel like he’s wearing a costume, when he wears that uniform? How dedicated is he to the work? He wants to help people, but can he balance that with doing the bidding of the Montagues? What would he have chosen for himself instead? How does he interact with the other officers who are Capulets?

Are you comfortable with killing off your character? | Yes, if his death really meant something–but I’m also kind of attached to him suffering the same fate as his namesake, of being the only one left alive with the carnage of the very thing he had fought so hard to prevent.

IN DEPTH

He drops his keys three times before he manages to stop his hands from shaking. It takes another three attempts before he’s able to unlock the door to his apartment, three heavy footed and stumbling steps before he is inside and able to collapse his weight against the wall of the entryway, before he is able to slide to the floor and hide his face behind his hands without the fear of being seen.

Because if anyone saw him right now, there would surely be more questions about Bellamy Santo-Domingo, more doubts about the soft hearted boy who surely doesn’t have the same stomach for blood, the same singular eye fixed on his own divinely appointed destiny, that his friends have. He’s certain that’s why Damiano had asked it of him, had filtered it down through Pandora who had said it as though it was just another task, another meaningless item to be efficiently checked off a list. If Bellamy could kill some no-name dealer who thought himself brave enough to sell on Don Montague’s territory, then there could be no more questioning his loyalty—to his family and to the Montagues as a whole. He would finally be equal to Roman, to Marcelo—an unquestioned part of the future that the two of them would build.

And he had almost done it, hadn’t he? He’d had the man dead to rights in the darkness of an abandoned warehouse, had the cold steel of his standard issue pistol pressed against the man’s temple–he’d even allowed him to say one last prayer to his God, though the words had been half choked out through sobs, and had fallen on ears both unqualified and unworthy to hear them. All that remained was to pull the trigger, to force his fingers into applying the specific amount of pressure that would end the man’s life.

His hands had been suprisingly steady then, the muscles of his jaw had been clenched but unwavering, his eyes had been cold and unfeeling–the very model of a soldato, someone that Damiano Montague could have been proud to call family, something like a son. He could have done it, he could have left the man to bleed out onto the cement and dedicated himself to finding the bottom of as many bottles as it took to render the memory of it nothing but haze and the aftertaste of copper. He would have been fine, in the same way that everyone in Verona is only ever fine–in the same way that anyone who has ever taken another life can never be good again.

In that moment, Bellamy Santo-Domingo made the radical decision to be something other than fine for the rest of his life. He lowered the gun.

He told the man to get out of Verona, that the next person who came for him would not be in possession of the same kindness.

It was then that his hands had started shaking.

Bellamy was certain that Damiano had meant the whole excersise as a test of his loyalty, to the Montague cause, to the actions that would be nessecary if they were going to win the war he was waging against Cosimo Capulet. He had meant to see if Bellamy could be hardened, if the soul of the poet could be worn away by a continually crashing sea of blood and made into a new and more useful shape. It was why he had merely nodded when Pandora had issued the command, instead of challenging her as he normally did. He had wanted answers to the same questions, and tonight he had received them.

On the floor of his apartment, Bellamy Santo-Domingo sobs into his hands. He sobs in a way that is anthetical to the very foundations that Verona is built on–he sobs unashamedly, as a howling prayer of thanks to God, not because he is overcome with tragedy. He sobs because the heart that beats inside of his chest, that stubbornly hopes and cries for something better for the people that he loves, is not so easily vanquished. He sobs because above all else, in spite of the war raging outside of his window, he has remained loyal to that hope, to the idea that peace is possible. He knows the metric by which he will be measured now, and it is not the number of lives that he takes in the name of Montague, it is not the amount of cruelty that he inflicts–it will be the number of lives that he saves, the world that he builds for the people that he loves.

There is no blood to wash off of his hands, to stain the porcelain of the bathroom sink rust colored for weeks on end. There is only sleep to be had, a new day to be lived beginning to be visible over the horizion. There is a war to be waged, and he will need the rest if he is to continue to stand between the two sides underneath his own banner, if his voice and the strength of his words is to fly between bullets and knife blades until both can be set down. He wipes at his eyes and gets to his feet, and Bellamy Santo-Domingo laughs. He cannot wait to begin.

Extras: pinterest board x

#accepted: benvolio #accepted

[scarabskin]

Hey! Now that Kinktober is over and I have enjoyed it all, I wonder what you thought of it? Did you enjoy it? :D also what was your favourite fics to write? And which ones did you think turned out the best? And once again, thanks for blessing us with some smut for this fandom, as well as amazing fics in general!

Sorry for the late answer!! Was a little burnt out after October!

I really enjoyed it! 😍❤️ it was a good excersise for me and I look forward to making more for next year! The idea of managing to write 30k+ words in a month is crazy! I am glad I got to write for Red Rising!

For the ones I enjoyed to write the most, I would say:

Bad Genes

Public Affairs

A Drinking Man

Needy

I would say those were real fun to write, especially since I adore Tactus(obviously😍) and his inner headspace, as well as Sevro’s and Victra’s personalities together! Also I really love when powerful people beg, so Needy was a lot of fun!

Those I think turned out the best are:

puppy dog at play

A Drinking Man

Breakfast

Loving Your Body

Happy Birthday

Wet Love

I suppose the theme here is mostly loving relationships 😂❤️ I love fluffy smut so much and I think it shows in my writing! I’m also better at that rather than the more steamy stuff, so that’s probably why they turned out better in my opinion!

And thank you so much for the ask! 🙏❤️ That’s such a nice way to compliment an author! This really made my day anon! Have a wonderful day my friend! 😭😍❤️

[eveninglottie]

How do you get into the head of one of your of characters? Do you ever do writing excersises to get a feel for what they would do? Do they ever fight with you in situations, wanting to do something completely unscripted, how do you do it man. Tell me your witchy ways.

So I wish I had a good answer for this, but honestly? I don’t know. I assume you’re asking me specifically about fic here, since that’s what I have most of my experience in (besides a bunch of unfinished original projects lol). It helps to have a good idea of what you like about the character before you start writing. It’s one thing to fill out a huge character questionnaire and know everything about your characters before you start writing, but this has never really worked for me. Like worldbuilding, I have a hard time working on something if I’m not interested. I start with one or two things I love about the characters, and build from there. I’ll do my ocs (and oc-adjacents) for example. 

With Roslyn, I wanted to explore the idea of a woman being told her entire life that she was a monster, and finding power in that, and her conflict with faith and trust in herself. A person who was entirely shaped by the forces around her, and how she eventually comes to break those forces and become her own person.

With Bella, I wanted to examine the idea of legacy and being an outsider. Living in an idyllic place and feeling as if you were trapped, and wanting more than what everyone told you you should want. The ring being a magnification of issues she already had. Also just... I wanted to write a woman who took no shit and was kind of hard to deal with. 

It can also help if you start with canon characters and you imagine them in very specific images or motifs. For A Sordid Affair, I had an image of Vex and Percy meeting on a black and white roof, with the city spread out behind them and smoke curling between them. It was a very noir-esque moment, so I kind of built around that for the fic. For All The Stars, I have a very clear picture of where I want them to end up, which I will not divulge because spoilers, but I had that moment in my head which made me want to write the rest of the fic. I’ve also got an idea for an au for them, with one specific “what-if” in mind, namely what if Keith was the one who got captured on Kerberos instead of Shiro.

I’ve never had characters fight me, exactly, but I have had them change, for sure. Sometimes that happens over the course of a fic (like anyone who read Ascendant back in its early days might not recognize Roslyn, as she’s actually a lot more controlled and less volatile than she was in her first incarnation), sometimes that happens between outlining and writing the first chapter. Bella sort of just plopped out of my head onto the page, fully formed, so that was kind of great. For Where Wilder Hearts Roam, I had the benefit of writing a huge amount of that fic before anyone else saw it, so I could go back and flesh out her and Thorin as I learned who they were. 

Again, I tend to write intuitively, meaning that I don’t really have any fucking idea what I’m doing most of the time. I write a lot, and I write fast (when I can write) so I sort of hope it all works out in the end. I know that this means my fics are long and rambly, which is not everyone’s cup of tea, but it helps me because I feel like I’m telling myself the story as I’m writing. Of course this also means that when something’s not working, I don’t really know how to fix it and just kind of let it sit there until I feel good enough to post it. 

If you’re looking for ways to get into writing on a per-day basis, I would say my go to is music. Music helps me a lot. I have started planning out all my fics with songs, and for everything I’ve written after Wilder Hearts, I’ve had a rough outline in songs to draw from to help me get into the heads of the characters I’m writing. I tend to look for mood or keywords in the songs, and sometimes the songs help me flesh characters out in ways that I wasn’t expecting. It’s happened a few times that I’ll hear a song, and then a moment will unfurl in my head that wasn’t there before. If I’m stuck, I go back to the playlist and jump around until something clicks and I can keep writing. I don’t do writing exercises or anything like that, because I have a hard time writing for practice. If I’m writing, I want to use it, even if it sucks. I don’t like wasting words (which is hilarious considering how long my fics are), so I don’t really do warm ups. Another reason why I can’t do prompts. It has to fit within a larger story, or I just don’t care. I can sustain it for a while, but if I’m not building to anything, I don’t really see the point? (This is the problem I’m having with my Andromeda fic right now, actually. Saskia as a character is compelling to me, but everything else I could ditch and I wouldn’t really care.)

Like I said, I don’t have a ton of advice for you dude, because I legitimately have no idea what I’m doing. I’m still learning, and I’m still figuring out what my “process” is. Mostly I just find characters that stick with me, and go from there. I make them important to me, and I daydream about them enough until where they feel real. I hope this helps?

You’ve also caught me at a weird time, because not only am I in kind of a crazy headspace right now, I don’t feel super great about what I’m writing. I feel a little like I’m faking it until I feel good again. But this was really sweet of you, and I appreciate you thinking I have any kind of secret powers. It’s just maladaptive daydreaming my dude. Just find some songs that you like and make characters out of them and then listen to those songs on repeat until you make yourself cry. 

#anonymous #seriously this is really sweet and if any of this doesn't make sense feel free to message me again and I'll try to make it clearer <3 #writing advice

[franchement-francais]

Astuces pour ceux qui veulent apprendre une nouvelle langue cette année//tips for those starting a new language this year

((Avertissement- Je ne suis pas experte mais j'offre des astuces qui ont marché pour moi))

-Commencez avec une base solide de vocabulaire avant de faire beaucoup d'exercises grammaticals, sinon vous pourriez devenir perdu.

-mais….. n'evitez pas la grammaire non plus ! La seule façon j'ai trouvé pour apprendre les temps de verbes et les aspets grammaticals est d'accepter que c'est un defi et que l'apprentissage d'une langue exige des efforts !! Répétez jusqu'à ce que vous compreniez.

-mais….. ca n'a pas à être une corvée bien sûr ! J'adore regarder youtube en français, écouter des podcasts et lire des blogs sur tumblr.

-trouvez votre source de l'inspiration, la pépite de passion dans le ventre qui vous inspire.

-Si vous allez utiliser Tumblr pour apprendre, ça ne sert à rien d'écrire dans votre langue maternal !! ecrivez toujours dans votre langue cible dès que vous pouvez. Même si c'est seulement une phrase, il faut excersiser ce que vous avez appris.

English

((Disclaimer- I am no expert, all I’m doing is telling you what has worked for me))

- start with building a solid base of vocabulary before diving into grammar. I had the time of my life pointing at objects and shouting the french equivalent for them when I started learning, my family excommunicated me but its fine. This will lead naturally toward more complex forms of expression.

- but don’t avoid tricky grammar completely! the only way to learn a language is to buckle down and accept that it is difficult and requires effort. I learned grammar and verb tenses by good old fashioned drilling.

-but of course it doesn’t have to be a chore, I love watching videos and podcasts in french, and reading different blogs on tumblr and elsewhere on the internet. If you want my recs send me a message baby

- find your source of inspiration, the writhing, festering nodule of passion that lives deep within you and exploit it for all its worth.

-write in your target language! its useless to only write in your mother language to talk about your language learning. even if its one sentence, you’re actively exercising what you have learned. You can do like I do and find ask prompts and answer them daily, esp if you love to talk about yourself like I do, plus it will inspire you to write.

Et rappelez-vous, c’est bien de faire des erreurs :)

everyone makes mistakes man, you’re not so hot

these tips are a bit lame apologies I just wrote it to practice my french you see????? no more english ever first and last time

#langblr #francais #french

[aetherschreiber]

Fic: Hedge Knight (notes)

So there you are! Thanks for reading! I'm under no delusions that this is going to get a lot of attention, being as the fandom is tiny at this point. So please be aware that any feedback you can give is precious as gold and will be greatly treasured.

This was the result of a very old plot bunny of about twenty years of age. So, older than most acutal bunnies. Back in the day, it was not very clearly worked out, which is probably why it didn't get written until now. This actually bears very little resemblance to the original plot bunny, since 20 years ago I was a silly fifteen-year-old girl without a clue. My historical nerding and ability to do research is what finally really brought this thing to light. It just didn't have a chance, back in the day.

And, while working on this, it bred some other plot bunnies that I might try to nuture in the future. Not sure, yet. We'll see if they come together.

Now, excuse me while I nerd this out...

Because I'm a huge nerd, I went digging around in Irish mythology for some stuff. I've made a few assumptions on stuff that was never clearly established in the show itself, so I thought I would make a few notes here.

Regarding Emain Macha...

The show never gave a name for the village that was in the shadow of Kells Castle. I wanted to have one and the Ulster Cycle calls the town that Conchobar mac Nessa rules from Emain Macha. Plus, I liked the story of the way the town got its name. So I stole it and ran like Macha in the horse race. Nothing too ground-breaking here.

I went and got down and nerdy with the characters's names and some side-stories, too. It's always kind of bothered me that none of them had full, period style names (because, like I said, I'm a nerd). Deirdre and Conchobar would certainly have had something more than just a given name, as would Ivar. Rohan and Angus are somewhat more open to interpretation, so I put my own spin on it. Plus, I'm in the SCA, so I just couldn't help myself while digging through medieval Irish names.

Regarding the name Rohan Draganta Ban Ui Meith Macha...

The conceit of Rohan's clan name is that he is descended from the war goddess Macha. This distinction would have come from his father's side of the family, ostensibly a Kellsman. Draganta I threw in there as a sort of "middle name" because it would have been in there somewhere, but I'm just not sure how it would have been lenited, since as far as I can tell it's not actually an Irish name.

When you get right down to it, Rohan is basically CuChullain, who was not born with that name and only was called that after defeating a giant hound (see Tash Hound of Temra, and may other references throughout the show). As a young boy, since no one in the village knew anything about his epic destiny, he was called by the villagers of Emain Macha "Rohan Ban" meaning "Rohan the fair" because of his hair. The moniker stuck, even after he finds out his identity as the Warrior Draganta.

Regarding the name Deirdre inghean Conchobair Ui Rudhraighe...

There isn't a whole lot here that needs to be explained. This is a straight up lineage type of a name. It basically says that she's Conchobar's daughter, who is in turn a male descendant of a man named Rudraige. This clan name is derived from a high-king of Ireland, Rudraige, whose son was a king of Ulster (or in this context, Kells). I never actually got around to actually using the name in the fic, but it's here in the notes for completeness' sake.

In my head, Deirdre's mother was named Eithne. She was killed by Maeve when Deirdre was a little girl. Don't know why that's relevant. But there you are.

The show pretty much tossed out the actual Irish mythology of Deirdre and Conchobar. Trust me, this is a good thing. The Conchobar of myth was a real creeper and what he did to the Deirdre of myth was unsettling and I'm pretty sure illegal in modern life (and no, I don't just mean killing her husband; that's DEFINITELY illegal). So I pretty much tossed out anything of the names of the characters from myth and more or less treated them as new characters with their own backstories.

Regarding the name Angus Dubh o Cumhaill...

Angus effectively equates to Conall Cernach, the best friend of CuChullain.

In my fic, he is a descendant of Cailte mac Ronain, nephew of the last king of the Fianna, through his son Oisin. In actual Irsh myth, Conall and Cailte were not related (in fact, one is from the Ulster Cycle and the other from the Fenian Cycle and here I've even reversed their time periods), but a relating of the two characters is used for story purposes, because what the hell? The show didn't care about that stuff, either.

All of this was on his mother's side of the family. His mother's brother, Cet mac Magach, was told by a druid that the baby would one day kill his uncle. Cet was afraid of this and tried to kill Angus shortly after he was born. This is based on the story of Conall and Cet from Irish myth, but around there is where the similarities end and artistic licence takes over. When Cet did not succeed, he fled to Temra. Angus' mother and father then left him with an old lady named Brighde in Emain Macha to hide him from any further attempts on his life by Cet. This is why he was basically brought up as a street urchin along side Rohan.

The old lady gave him the moniker Dubh because of his dark hair. But Angus never really liked it, so he didn't perpetuate it after Brighde died. The fact that Cet refers to him as such is the result of a very old rumor finally making its way to Cet after many years.

The story Angus tells of besting the soldier Anluan is based on the Tale of Mac Da Tho's Pig. In that, Conall wins the debate by casually tossing Anluan's freshly-severed head to Cet. I uh... toned it down, just a smidge.

Conall kind of has a history of severing heads. I pretty much left that out. It didn't exactly say "Angus" to me...

Regarding the name Ivar ibn Idris Adar as-Salar...

No, you didn't miss this name, either. Again, never got around to using it in the fic. But it was a fun excersise.

The idea for Ivar is that he is a prince in pre-Muslim Syria. He is the son of Idris, a prince, of the clan Salar. In that culture, the title of Prince has a different connotation. Ivar's father is not necessarily a king and Ivar will not necessarily succeed him. In fact, given that it was his task to guard the silver chalice, and that he was sent to retrieve it, and that he was free to pledge help to Rohan and Kells, it seems likely that he is a younger son of a local prince, under a sultan, and not likely to inherit.

Random note, Ivar is NOT a Syrian name and is most likely a derivation of the Scandanavian name Ivor. Why the show didn't go ahead and find an actual name of the type of heritage that Ivar was clearly supposed to have, I really don't know and I was rather disappointed to learn. But Ivar isn't terribly glaring in its ethic displacement, so I ran with it and chose a name sort of like it for his father in order to help it fit in.

Finally, in reference to the title of the fic...

Yes, I am aware that the term "hedge knight" first showed up in the Song of Ice and Fire series. However, that wasn't what inspired the title of this fic. Rather it was a fantastic song I heard around a campfire in the SCA. I know the bard in question as Lady Cobflaith (she's a really awesome person with a lot of talent!). The song itself has very little to do with the plot of the fic at all, but it did introduce me to the idea of a penniless knight and the idea that someone who might not seem to others to be worthy can do great things, even if only in the eyes of the few or the one.

Oh, and one more note. Mace fighting is weird and hard to write. A sword girl like me, who depends on keeping covered and breaking tempos, can't wrap her head around a weapon that works with a rhythm and leaves parts of the wielder open to thrust attacks at regular intervals. So, those bits probably kind of sucked and I'm sorry.

Sláinte!

#fanfic #fanfiction #mystic knights of tir na nog #nerdy writer's notes

[arc-17]

Ficlet snippet. Input needed

Okey folks specifically @hollyashton , @stephschoices and @misha726author , who I consider some of the most amazing writers out there and who’s work inspired me to join the fandom here. Had a question. Been working on a journal if you will for my MC Sienna in Endless Summer. Now at one point I did do as an excersise since my writing had gotten rusty, more of a story but heavily transcribed from the amazing talent at Pixelberry’s work. Basically just editing work I guess. Anyway, like your thoughts on all this and or should I stick with the journal? (To see the Journal so far check the #Endless Journal or #fanfiction tags on my writing blog @shadowrebel-17 ’s page)

Anyway, here is a snippet from one of my fav parts of the series. The plane ride. Especially when she meets Jake. Followed by the same scene, in Journal form. Please please compare and give me feedback! Sorry its kinda long.

…..

She works her way farther forward, leaning into the open doorway to the cockpit, thinking to her self about the trip so far. ‘Definitely a better way to fly then with an airline ‘

The pilot lay back in his seat, combat boots up on the panel, hands folded on his lap.

Sienna cleared her throat. “Excuse me, it’s Jake right?” weren’t we supposed to have landed by now…?”

Nothing…

“Wait?! You’re asleep!?” she says in shock.

“Hrn?” he jolts awake, then blinking he turns, shifting in his seat. Eyes meeting hers.

‘Ohmygod… he was in that dream too…’ she stares a moment lost in thought.

“Listen, Princess, don’tcha know its rude to wake someone who’s taking a nap?” he drawls out with a southern twang in slight annoyance.

“Princess?” she blinks.

“What can I say?” he smiles “I give nicknames to people who annoy me”

“In that case I’m calling you Aragorn” she retorts with a smirk.

He blinks. Startled by her quick comeback. “Aragorn? I… don’t know what you’re talking about.” He briefly runs a couple fingertips over the week old stubble on his face.

She nods, indicating his features and the unkempt surfer hair.

“You know, Lord of the Rings?”

“Never heard of it” he deadpans but the smile tugging at the edge of his mouth breaks the façade.

“you’re a bad liar…” she grins knowingly.

“…fine” he smiles. His opinion of her going up visibly.

“Call me Aragorn. I like it. That man was a bad-ass. Anyway relax, we ain’t landin’ ‘till—“ he turns back towards the control panel. Then pauses.

“The hell? That time ain’t right.. and that ain’t right either!” he says giving the instruments a few hard whacks.

Sienna’s grip on the doorframe tightens a little more. ‘Maybe I should have called him Han Solo…’

“You sure you know what you’re doing…?” she says glancing around the cockpit, suddenly feeling like she was in that ‘piece of junk’ as Luke Skywalker had called it.

“Princess if you knew half the things I’ve survived you’d bet on me to get you through anyth—“

Out of nowhere sudden severe turbulence shakes the plane, throwing Sienna against the cockpit wall hard. She winces, gasping in shock and pain as she attempts to get her footing back, hands gripping the co-pilot’s seat in a vice grip. Watching out the windscreen as the sky grows quickly black, the darkest storm clouds she’s ever seen rushing towards them.

“Aww that’s just great! that stormfront’s moving in quick!” Jake mutters, Jockeying the controls as he shuts the auto pilot down and resumes manual control, slowing the plane down just slightly as all the dials are swinging every which way. Alert tones sounding off and red lights flicking on.

“Get your ass in a seat, hear? And tell the others to buckle up!” he grits out.

“But….” She starts to say, a tremble in her voice.

“Now princess!” he barks with the air of command.

Her muscles respond almost on their own accord quickly taking her from cockpit and back to the main cabin, the close walls the only thing keeping her up as the plane rocks violently. Fellow passengers yelling amidst the chaos.

“Oh I am reaaally regretting that Airport Chipotle!” a big guy groans out. “Don’t puke bro! If you puke, I’m gonna puke!” the foot ball player next to him yelps.

“Where the hell this storm come from, it was a clear day!” another blond girl, growls angrily.

“It happens okay? This is totally normal!” Jake the pilot yells out of the cockpit to the others.

“Yyyeah sure… THAT looks normal!” another person points out the window.

Orange and yellow balls of electricity and lightning coalesce from the sky, exploding around them in bright showers of sparks and bolts.

Sienna’s eye’s go wide as she grips a seat near Sean and another girl.

“It looks like ball lightning…” says one of the students who had been quiet to this point, a very petite girl in an orange sweater says in a mixture of awe and fear. Adjusting her glasses as they tried to fall off ��But I’ve never seen anything quite like this!”

“This is all wrong! I cant die here surrounded by these morons!” the pale Aleister wails, gripping his arm rests for dear life.

“Everyone just breathe! We’re going to get through this!” Sean Gayle’s voice booms out above the others, looking to the red-headed girl in the seat in front of him.

“Oh god oh god oh god…” she whimpers beside where Sienna had paused.

CRracKoOm!

Blisteringly loud thunder deafens everyone, white light shocking the plane as lightning strikes, sparks and a few curses swirling in the cockpit.

The jet like whine of the turbines outside the plane rise before stuttering then fade to nothing. The propeller blades slowing to windmill uselessly in the air.

“Welp, engines just lost power.” Jake says in a collected focused tone above the din. More alarms wailing in the cockpit. “Bringin’ her in manually. Everybody hold on!”

The shouting grew louder as everyone starts to panic after that. Clinging on to the seat, frozen in place Sienna glances back, looking for Diego and spots instead, one person who’s not panicking.

A girl with her dark hair in a tight ponytail and a long scar across her eye sits alone in the back of the plane. Her face silent and unfazed.

Staring, not remembering meeting her yet Sienna is suddenly shook as a hand pulls on her shoulder, Lila, the tour guide trying to get her attention. “Sienna! Safety first! Please find a seat!”

Sienna quickly looks down and takes the seat beside her, the plane lurching up the seat to meet her as she tumbles in, fumbling with her belt.

Next to her a girl sits still as a statue, face drawn tight. Skin pale as she doesn’t turn, face forward as she clings to the arms of the seat.

“Just Breathe, it’ll pass.” Sienna says, trying to channel the courage she’s seen in the pilot, Sean behind them, and even the spooky girl in the back.

“This can’t happen… not yet… it’s too soon…” she manages out. Her chest rising and falling shallowly, not breathing well. Cold sweat making her long red hair cling to her face and neck.

Biting her lip, Sienna gets an idea then smiles, “hey, why couldn’t the melons get married?”

“wha… what? I.. have no idea?” she stammers. Looking over at her for the first time.

“Because they Cantaloupe!” Sienna grins in a cheeky fashion. She stares back at her blankly for several long moments before speaking “Because… they can’t elope! That is the dumbest joke I’ve ever heard.” She attempts it stifle a giggle, but fails breaking out into the most infectious laughter Sienna had ever heard. ‘mission accomplished’ Sienna smiled to herself.

“Are you positively mad? This isn’t the time for jokes!” Aleister snarls.

Sienna is about to give a sharp retort when the girl interrupts “no, this is the perfect time for jokes!” she smiles back at Sienna sweetly, taking her hand, color returning to her face as she is breathing normal again, the din seeming to fade for the moment around them.

“I’m Quinn.”

“Sienna.”

Outside the blasts of wind, lightning and energy is reaching a fevered pitch.

“I think we’re almost out… hold on!” Jake grits out. Knuckles white as he works the yoke hard, trying to hold course, feathering the blades to stop them from spinning.

An eternally long moment later they break out into a clear dazzling blue sky.

“whohooooo! We’re alive!” the big fellow, Raj bellows out, fist pumping the air as other cheers and applause or signs of relief fill the air.

“Sienna look… there it is!” Quinn says looking out the window.

“Get a good look now cause we’re coming in fast” Jake calls back. “Welcome to La Huerta!”

Outside seeming to rise mythically out of the sea is a large island covered in rich emerald green life, glistening streams and long beaches, dominated by a massive mountain volcano in the center, a column of white steam rising into the air.

“La Huerta Tower this King Air X-ray Charlie Delta Mike Kilo requesting emergency priority to land!”

Jake waits several long moments with no response as he maneuvers the gliding craft towards the airport.

“Carlos! Pick up you lazy bastard. It’s Jake!”

Nothing…

“Ignoring me won’t make me forget the hundred bucks you owe me. Like it or not we’re coming in.”

A while later, smooth as glass the plane sails into the airport. Landing roughly on the dirt runway and coasting fast Jake jigs it into the empty hanger then stops.

If anyone had been a pilot they would have noticed the remarkable skill that took with out power but alas for Jake. No one seems to have cared at this point. “Meh” he mutters. Unhooking his headset and shutting down the systems.

One by one the passengers descend the stairs and into the warm tropical sunshine.

…..

And now same scene in the Journal.

……

So after that we noticed that the flight was taking longer than expected so I went up to check what was up with our pilot.

On the way met some of the other ten winners talking with our tour guide, Lila. Who might I add is… ok remember “tour guide Barbie” from Toy Story 2? Yeah that’s her. Perky and sunny as a Pina Colada. Great… now I want one.

Ok so anyway I go to ask the pilot and….. he’s totally asleep. Yep. Feet on dash, head on chest. And probably I would have flipped out if… if it wasn’t for the fact that I got distracted by the fact that HE was the beach-boy soldier in my dream earlier. Yep. Well… that and the fact of that southern drawl, blue eyes and that smile…

Oh yeah and apparently he gives nicknames to people that annoy him. So I’m “Princess”

Honesty, I… kinda like it. And because he seriously looks the part of a scruffy ranger I called him Aragorn.

Yeah and I may have a crush on him too… did I mention those eyes? He’s like, part Han Solo, part Aragorn, part Colonel Jack O’Neill from SG-1.

Anyway, right after that things got… scary like, frickin’ terrifying.

This big, black storm front hits, and throws me into a wall. And its bad. Like fire ball lightning and deafening thunder, Armageddon like bad.

I kinda got the sequence of things a little jumbled in my memory, honestly for the first half of it I just clung to a seat in shock, taking it all in ‘till Lila shook me out of it and helped me to a seat.

Somewhere in there the plane got hit and the engines died, people screaming and all that. All but one. There’s this girl with us, with a blue hoodie and she’s got a scar across one eye and has these dark eyes. There’s something off about her not like… bad just… she wasn’t afraid. if anything she looked… determined.

So yeah pretty much beside her it was Jake, he’s the pilot and Sean that kept their wits about them. The girl in the seat next to me, she… she looked worse then me at this point. About to have a panic attack. I cracked a joke like, a bad one, you know. The Cantaloupe one. Yeaaah… hey I did pretty good for short notice!

Anyway, I think it helped. Cause, like she laughed and started breathing again. And let me tell you… that laugh. Her grin. Okay yeah we helped eachother keep our nerves. She held my hand tight as did I in return.

Oh her name is Quinn and you have got to me her. Bright, bubbly, long sweeping red hair… looks like a Disney princess. And just as easy to be with.

Okay fine I like her too. A lot. Do I sound desperate?

Like… three people I’ve just met and I wanna spend more time with them? Maybe it’s the air here. Magical.

Okay I digressed. So somewhere after that Jake breaks us out of that storm and its as brilliant blue as it was before. Like… almost never happened. Except for the engines still being dead as you and I after that party Kaitlyn and her roomies threw last semester.

Honestly? Jake is one hellova damn good pilot. Like Tom Hanks in the movie Sully good.

He, without engines, got us on the ground AND parked in a hanger, coasting through it all. No one answered at the tower though. Which was spooky and it gets weirder later on.

But he got us down in one piece, and Oh My god this island is STUNNING! Green as an emerald gem from the air, caught a glimpse of crystal rivers and waterfalls on the way in and this big ol’ smoking volcano in the middle.

**** Feed back please! Thanks all!

#choices #choices stories you play #endless summer #@shadowrebel-17 #endless journal

[unechienandalusia]

I was tagged by @whitedeadflower (thank you💖) to do this so yeah…apologies for being really boring…

Rules: answer all the questions and tag 15 people

5 things you’ll find in my bag: -multiple body sprays/lip balms -pens -lighters -old train/cinema tickets -an unopened can of Dr Pepper

5 things you’ll find in my bedroom: -makeup and skincare products e v e r y w h e r e -vinyls + cds -tubes of water colour or acrylic paint -posters -miscellaneous rocks and gems

5 things I’ve always wanted to do: -go back to Berlin -go to japan -take a Roadtrip around England -adopt another cat -write a book

5 things that make me happy: -long car rides -reading a good book -listening to my records -movie marathons -my favourite food

5 things I’m currently into: -face masks -game of thrones -heavy excersise -80s movies -collecting music memorabilia 5 things on my to-do list: -nothing -I -don’t -plan -anything I tag: @sleepygyllenhaal @mulkduds @skeletoncomplex @bowiepop @vcnusinfurs @luciferpls @circusqoth @graceful-swan-of-never @nodisc0 @my-man-syd @a-vision-of-dead-desire @crucifix-kisses @the-blood-is-love @manicstreetpissbaby @b-l-e-d-z-o-m-b-i-e

[elbiotipo]

The Force Awakens: The Crappy Apartment Block AU:

In which our heroes move to a rundown aparment block with poor plumbing and noisy old neighbors:

Rey is an archeology student who just moved in because it was close to college and it was cheap. She collects and sells vintage stuff and electronics, and so she knows to repair a lot of things; a very appreciated skill on an apartment block that seems stuck together with duct tape and bubble gum. Rey seems to be a bit of a loner, and being from a small desert town she's not used to life in the city, but once she's convinced you're trustworthy, Rey's actually fun, even hilarious, to have around. Nobody's quite sure what was her life before moving in (only that it was quite hard) so it's better to have her on her good side too. It was (and still is) hard to leave from home, so she's happy that her new neighbors seem to be good people. Most of them.

Finn has recently moved to the block, too. He's a war veteran with a lot of bad memories. He often can't sleep because of bad dreams (and noisy neighbors). Since he left the military, he isn't quite sure of what to do with his life, unacostummed to the lack of strict schedules. Despite this, he's an absolute ray of sunshine to be around; he's funny and witty and always eager to help. Unfortunately he is very vocal with his complaints about the neighbors and the general state of the building. That proves to be an excellent ice breaker at least... Currently he's working at the local grocery store, but he's been hanging more with Rey and Poe. Since he had a very sheltered childhood, he's always up to try new things, with often hilarious results.

Poe works as a flight instructor, so everybody wonders why does he rents such a cheap apartment. He actually uses it only to sleep, since he's always doing something; when he's not flying he's volunteering with Leia, working out at the gym, hanging out with his 'squad' (he always calls them that) and looking absolutely flawless. As you might've guessed, Poe's a fun guy to be around, and lately he's been taking out Finn and Rey to get to know the town and loosen up a little; hell, maybe teach them to fly. His pet, Bibi is an extremely cute and friendly orange kitty, who wanders the apartments meowing until he has his cuddles. Needless to say, everybody loves him. (The cat. But Poe too.)

Kylo lives with Hux next door to Rey. He′s basically an NEET who writes bad poetry, listens to obscure (and terrible) metal music and plays League of Legends all night long... without headphones. Even if he had them, the swearing when he ragequits a game is just as annoying. The rest of the building know virtually all of Kylo's personal problems (and he has a lot of them...) thanks to his loud, long rants. Much to the dissapointment of his parents, he's also an edgelord who collects fake Nazi memorabilia (and doesn't even realize they're fake). Hux, meanwhile, thinks of himself as a very cultured, sophisticated ubermensch, but he's actually a pretentious asshole who goes into racist rants and hears the same operas over and over. At least they pay rent. Well, Hux does.

Phasma wakes up at 4:00 AM to start her daily workout (incidentally, waking up most of the building). She has so much excersise equipment, it's a wonder she has space to sleep at all, especially with how TALL she is. She's the kind of gal who will laugh at your face if you have trouble lifting weights. Phasma is the manager of the grocery store where Finn works, and she's always nagging him and the other employees about the smallest details; God help you if you take an extra minute on your break. Nobody's quite sure why she hangs out with jokers like Kylo and Hux, but they go way back.

Snoke is a creepy old guy who sells weed to Kylo and Hux. Lives in a sewer, probably.

Threepio is a very polite and kind old man, even if he often complains about the tiniest things. He's always well dressed, and it seems he was the butler of Leia a long, long time ago. He lives alone with Artoo, a cute Chihuahua-something mix who changes between 'good boy' and 'barking nightmare' within seconds. Threepio spends his retirement walking Artoo and talking to Leia and whoever stops to listen, overwhelming you with endless stories and 'interesting' facts, plus his personal opinions on the state of the building. Chatting with him gets tiring soon, but he means well.

Leia comes from a very rich family (according to Poe), but you wouldn't know looking at her. She once travelled around the world with Han and Luke helping people in countless adventures. Even today, still volunteers to everything; soup kitchens, animal shelters, awareness marathons; you name it and she's there (and Poe too, most probably). She's sarcastic, badass, takes shit from nobody and is everybody's grandma. Of course, she's also Kylo's mother. She lives directly upstairs from him, so she often comes downstairs to kick Kylo's door and lecture him. He's not her only source of stress, since she also often clashes with her ex-husband...

...Han, who lives with his best friend Chewie and has a small courier service a couple blocks down (said courier service is only the two of them and an old van with faded flame decals). He comes every so and then to the apartments to (unsucessfully) talk to Leia and (also unsucessfully) try to get some sense into Kylo's head. Han isn't a bad guy, but he's a mess who still lives in the past, and he often gets in monetary trouble. Chewie is a BIG hairy guy with a very thick accent (nobody's quite sure where he came from), who is Han's friend since time inmemmorial. Despite this, Chewie has his own life; when he's not with Han, he's spending time with his girlfriend Maz, a strange new-age hippie lady who owns a hipster bar in an old building downtown.

Luke is the owner of the whole complex, but he's never around. He only occassionally appears to collect rent. The older tennants are old friends, but the new ones know little about him, except that he's Leia's brother. Rey, Poe and Finn amuse themselves with theories about the True Nature of The Luke.

#sw #star wars #tfa #long post #au #I was bored okay #this turned out longer that I expected #oh well enjoy #cosas mias #my writing

[andreaazur-blog]

#bringingwritingtolife  tried to put it myself in different decades, so here we go

1600: My name is Andrea, i was born in a wealthy family. I consider myself clever and well educated. I had studies in different things like painting, music, literature, however nothing of that matter because the only path for me is marriying with a rich man that also comes from a good family. If i do not achieve this, i would be embarrass all my family.

1800: My name is Andrea again, the name repeats over the centuries. That does not have to much sense, but this excersise either.

I come from a wealthy family again, i like to assist a politic meetings and write. Sadly there is no future for me like a writer, people do not be interest in the opinion of a woman. For this reason i start to publish my material under a pseudonym.

2000: The challenge still. Now i am owner of my time and my dessitions. I studied what i decided and have a work related with, also i can go whatever i decided too. It seems like everything is better now, but still are people who think if you do not have a husbant at specific age, you are a failure like it was in 1800, or men that only respect the opinion of other men.

I keep with my century and my decade, but the challenge goes on. I do not think about how would be in the futurw, because is not for shure we would have one.

[nyamiriver-blog]

Tonights ramble.

In the Norwegian Prime minister NewYears Speach she uttered that we need more children in Norway. And for me, as the thinker I am, I've gone trough my fair share, no shame, just this is my life, and I've become wiser and softer from doing inner work, and being in so much damn pain that I had to search out in the world for answers, and from my pure intention to actually heal all this ancestoral trauma and guilt and patterns.. Has led me into meeting awesome people from all over the world, learned about meditation, the wisdom of ancient China, Qi Gong, Herbal medicine, sound and color theraphy, learned about psycology and how we can re-program our mind and basically change the blueprint of where to take our own lives..

Im sitting here now, learning from the Universe that I neeeeed to be more confident and take my power back, not sit at the sidelines of life, observing others and thinking I NEED others to live my life and have a life.. Being co-dependant to the degree that I oversee my intuition, EVEN after all Ive learned about how intuitive and intune we can be... Just beacuse I have been traumatised to the degree that I have MANY triggers troughout the day, so I cant sometimes even see my own essence, because the motions around me, sends me into so much erroneous emotion and fears... So on a good day, Im going to the gym, having fun, cause Im wierd like that, I NEED to laugh to enjoy working out, and in the current mindset of me, and correct me if Ive interpreted this wrong, I dont feel like I can go to the Gym when its people there, cause you might think I dont know what the hell Im doing and also think Im too damn goofy.. The gym cuture has become so serious, like, you have to run to impress, lift to impress and do the reps like we've read in the fitness guides.. But I CANT DO THAT, I need it to be more playful.. Like if I want to do 40 reps one time, and then 3 reps of different excersises, I want to be able to do that without anyone judging me back into insecurity, by sending me wierd looks, therefore I am at the gym late at night, which controlles my flow every day, because sometimes I am energetic at 10 am, or 1.45 pm, but since I have to work out so seriously at those times, It kills my enthusiasm. And this is not something I can change, because this is my honest to God truth.. I am this person, that does not fit into this society and at the same time, am not wanting to endure judgements just because Im a wierdo. So rant end, I'll keep working out late at night in the winter, and go into the forest every summer insted of hanging around other homo sapiens. So for me, what I know for sure, if you have issues, and feel co-dependant on people that are not good for you, you will be unhappy and you will not reach your potential, in my opinion, if you are going to make it, you have to move into an apartment alone, be with yourself for at least a year, and not to netflix and chill, sit like I do now, write out your thoughts in a thread like this, feeeeel your body, breathe.. close your eyes, move your upper body, maybe strech and just look at the cealing or even better the sky.. and stay with yourself.. So much of who we are these days are diluted and molded by what we think others need us to be, or by not having enough time to figure out what we mean before we agree in a conversation with our closest people.. The less grounded I am, and the less aware I am, the more of a leaf blowing in the wind I am..

So if you are like me, loosing friends and alienating people because you have issues, its a good thing to lose them for a while, even if society in based on "popularity contests", by trying out not being populair and spending time alone, you most likely will find more of what you need to be happy for the rest of your time in this human suit.

I feel like I should not end here, beacuse what lead me to start writing was a thought of Erna Solberg and a horse transport wagon I saw today..

If we need more kids in the world, for the economy and for "taking care of us when we are old and scony", then shouldnt we at least make it a friendly place to want to come into?

Shouldnt humans that has found a mate, and that want to reproduce, at least have a psycology screening and a "are you capable of being a teacher and a loving example" tests? 

We have so much family stuff to deal with before we are ready to make new humans, and so many dont even think about this stuff, they just raise more hurt adults and it goes on and on.. 

We are not even taking care of our animals, our nature, our school teachings are from the stone age, our money system is not working anymore, our medical systems and hostpitals arent working, our mental health institutions are not working, the food game is weak... Even though I love the way everything is changing sloooowly, for me its too slow.. when we have all the info to make huge changes now, by embracing that what we have been doing for 2000 years IS NOT WORKING.

So in my opinion, Im adopting, because the kid is allready here, and I am knowlegable enough to help that kid out on navigating this world, but lets be honest, Im 31 yo, and I have a huge issue with finding and trusting a man, so will that be good for the kid? To just have one parent? Because from where Im standing, even though I was lucky to be born in a household that gave me the basic needs and a earth spot that has peace, the wars in our home and what I had to stand in alone, has not only broken me down to the core of my being, it has also put a life on hold and Ive ruined many parts of people on my way to this place because of that.. From a loving, trustworthy, happy, curious and capable human baby, came a broken, sad, spiteful, hateful and self destructive middle child, into drug abuse and sexual promiscous teen, into a mentally ill young adult, into a confused and shut down adult who tends to just wanna spend time alone with my youtube people, because there I can choose to be around people who I love and learn from, but its very lonely and one sided.. Cause to them Im just another subscriber who comments to feel connected, but to me, Im a valuable human being doing her best with what she has been given..

So for whoever reads this, I hope you find your people, your happiness and uncondtional self love and follow and share your bliss! <3 

#ramles emotional thoughts beinghonest lonely bpd wisdom change hasthtaglol

[2smolbeans]

Yandere and angst mixed in one fic

Thanks for the request!! It's not really a fic but a thought based on that.Thouughhh the qualilty is kinda ehhh..lol- it was still fun to think and write though!:

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Yandere Angst Scenario

Tags: implied bullying, sadism, yandere goes from cruel to a desperate individual, darling had feelings for the yan but then lost them, mentioned ex partner, angst.

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Imagine a yandere who absolutely despises you but desperately clings onto you. They need you but at the same time berate you for the littlest of things. They say they love you but never fail to make you cry. They claim that you have them wrapped around your thumb but can easily ruin your life just by muttering a few words into someone's ear. You try to get away, but they always follow.

There's been multiple times where they've come into your workplace, only to slowly turn everyone against you. Passive glances, total silence, uncomfortable deadpanned stares. You've never felt so alone whenever they were in your life. You'd be all alone, and they would always be surrounded by others- smiling and passing by you without any acknowledgment. There was one time at a company celebration where everyone was supposed to be at a bar drinking together. Everyone sat at a table together, and you sat there alone, watching them. When you prepared to leave, you recalled them paying their farewells. You smiled, thinking it was for you, but only to realise in embarrassment that it was for the newbie who stood up after you made your way to the door. You remembered how empty you felt when you got home, no tears to be shed - but just that suffocating acceptance.

The worst part is, this person, the reason why your social life has always been in the dumps - was the person you were so in love with. It's funny how that works. Shouldn't you hate them? You can't bring yourself to though..It seemed so long ago, but there was one point that the two of you were in good terms. Were you friends? You weren't so sure. The memories were so distant, but the feelings were still there. Why did you like them again?

That didn't matter anymore. It didn't help that they were with someone you knew closesly only to hurt you out of spite. So what was the point in all this? The gossiping, the microaggressions, the dread. You've tried confronting them about it, only for them to feign innocence and make you feel stupid at the end.

"You think I'm the reason why your social life is shit? Seriously? How old are you?"

"Take a look in the mirror. Maybe that's why no one talks to you."

"Your desperation is so obvious and pathetic. It drives people away. So stop seeking validation from others and love yourself, kay?"

"Now sorry, I'm busy. I have someone to meet. Unlike you."

So this person that you love so much, that for some awful reason- seek validation from, crushes you in the most heartwrenching way. And when it comes to this person, they don't pay any mind to you. They like how you're underneath them. They adore how you seek validation from them in the most subtle of ways (even though its not really to them personally), and they find you laughable. You knew that for sure - they've told you so many times.

So, did they love you? Surprisingly, yes. In their own twisted way, this is how they loved you. So they break your heart over and over again. Eventually, though, you move on. You find new friends, workplaces, and lover.. Of course it would happen, nothing lasts forever. They let you have your fun of course- but begin to get tired of it. So they take it away all over again. Your friends..And of course, that lover.

So there you are, angry with tears as you stand outside their apartment. Banging on the door as you call out their name. They answer, and they stare at you- smiling as they tilt their head to the side mockingly, asking you whats wrong. You yell, scream, and sob as you show them the messages you're now ex sent you. How they framed you for cheating on them..With them.

"What the fuck is wrong with you? What the actual FUCK is wrong with you. I never fucked you, I never- EVER will. So why did you say that- why, WHY?! Wasn't it enough when you made my life at the office a living hell? Isn't it enough?!"

"Oh, you came. That was quick. Do you wanna come in? Or do you wanna continue making a scene out here? Your choice."

"A-Are you even listening?"

"In or out?"

So you go inside..And you just sit there on their couch crying. You think for a moment they have some remorse as they stare at you with empathy as they sit beside you, placing a hand on your shoulder..But..

"Oh hun..I just love seeing you cry. That's it. It's not over pure love or some complicated shit. It just turns me on seeing you all pathetic."

"I need you by my side. You're the only one who could ever feel so..Alive like this. Maybe I do love you. Who knows?"

"Maybe we could find out..I'm sorry you have to suffer like this..But..I mean what else is there to say pft?"

"I know I'm being selfish. So just bare with me alright?"

"I think I love you. I don't want you being with anyone else. At the same time..I want you crying because of me. Then that shows me how much I matter to you"

"You don't cry over a nobody..So I'm somebody to you"

"Don't you see why that's special? It's stupid...So huh, maybe I am in love with you."

"....I love you. I think? That's why I'm doing all this.."

Laughing bitterly, you just stare in disbelief as you shove them and leave.

"There’s something fucking wrong with you. Get help."

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Years later they would get softer as they realised how much you really mean to them. How much love you actually deserved, how dumb they were to use you in a way that was cruel. Sure even now they had sadistic urges, but they could've acted on them in other ways. God it's embarrassing thinking about it! Looking back on their cruelty like it was some middleschool cringe and not ruining someones well being- they often think about you and the ways they could bring you back.

They messed up, and the day you left and never returned made them realise it.

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"Hey, it's me-"

"Who the fuck are you? H-How did you get in?! Why are you in my house-"

"Look..I wanted to say sorry. 5 years ago I never realised how much you really meant to me, and I took that for-"

"I don't care go away. I'm calling the cops-"

"Says who? Try it, the service is dead."

"What..?"

"Look. I know you must've been pissed for the shit I pulled back then..But I changed! The day you left, I realised that-"

"Oh my god..It's you.."

"Yeah.. I know it's been a while.."

"Wasn't making my life miserable back then enough? Or not? You took a lot from me back then, what more could you want now?"

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"So now you're sorry? You're only sorry cause I left. I'm never loving you, I never will."

"Well you don't know that.."

"Ohhh trust me. I know so."

"We'll see about that."

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"Honey..Look stop struggling. I know back then I must've really hurt you, but it's going to be different now okay? I love you. I mean it. And I don't care how far I have to go to show that to you"

"I know you love me. You loved me before..So I know you'll love me again. I'm not the same as I was before, I promise!"

"Give me another chance..I promise I'll make you happy"

"So stop struggling, or I'll twist that pretty leg of yours."

"Aww..Sorry hun. Didn't mean to slap you that hard but- I think I kind of like this look on you.."

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A/N: So I tried to go for a sadistic yandere being cruel to their darling who had feelings for them but then went too far...Only for their darling to no longer like them due to the heart break!

#Ugh I tried lol #but man this was a good writing excersise! #thanks again for the request! #yandere tsundere #yandere male #male yandere #yandere female oc #yandere female oc x reader #yandere female x reader #yandere imagines #male yandere x reader #female yandere x reader #yandere x reader #yandere x darling #yandere angst #yandere prompt #yandere scenario #yandere headcanons #yandere oc #yandere ceo #female yandere #yandere blurb #yandere concept #yandere ocs #yandere oc x reader #2smolbeans ramble