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quensty · 3 years

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I’m glad you tagged yourself via me!!!! But I have a lot of questions.

Emergency fic for clout

a list of things regarding anthony j crowley

Steve?

Wouldn’t it be knife

Music wiki

omg!! thank you so much for adding that nice part to ur post in the first place!! it was very kind, especially because i love talking abt myself. anyway, AGAIN, this got a bit long.

“emergency fic for clout” i honestly had no idea what this was until i opened it and promptly laughed so hard i had to get a drink of water. i think i wrote this four years ago? it’s an aftg star wars au that i can’t believe i had the audacity to write considering i know jack shit abt star wars.

The air shifts, violent, making the floor beneath Andrew’s feet formless. As it pitches sharply to the right, he grabs hold of the control panel and shoots the Commander straight through his side.

Everything is silent except for the blaring of sirens until Kevin steps into view, face drawn pale and tight, and tells him, “Change of plan: there's someone we need on this ship.”

Nicky splutters from the data console, stilled from maneuvering wildly around looking for the right information to stare at Kevin. “What? Are you kidding me?” Even Aaron, from his place where he’s crouching over the dead bodies and looking for a working blaster, looks up with a sneer curling his lip.

Kevin doesn't look at them. He's staring straight at Andrew, who, under the perfumed fog clouding his mind, is not impressed. Andrew on the surface breaks into a sharp grin. “You heard what the Imp said. He’s alerted all stormtroopers of our location.”

“Not very fun company,” says Aaron. “Considering they want us dead.”

“Agreed,” says Nicky. “FOX almost has all the data downloaded. Two minutes tops.”

Andrew’s grin widens, showing all his teeth. He hasn't turned away from Kevin’s stare once. “You want to live?” It is not a question that needs an answer. “The answer is no.”

“We need a pilot.”

“I'm looking at one.”

“He's the best pilot in the outer worlds,” he insists, and if Andrew was anybody else, he might have been surprised. “We need him.”

“Oh?” Interested. “Who?”

“Nathaniel Wesninski.”

Silence rings out for a heartbeat, all of them stunned into silence. The ship alarm keeps blaring.

Andrew barks out a short laugh. “You mean the criminal,” he surmises.

A pause. “Yes.”

Andrew leans a shoulder against the control panel. Distantly, he can hear footsteps coming down the corridor, orders shouted by generals. Any second now, they’ll start firing at the iron gate Nicky has managed to lock down. How long it’ll hold is up is a roll of a dice.

Andrew says, “He’s more trouble than he’s worth.”

“We can't risk leaving him. If we don’t keep him, the Empire will.”

“Andrew,” Nicky says urgently. At his feet, FOX is beeping desperately, skittish. “We should really get moving.”

Blasters pound against the gate.

“That sounds fun,” he says, then goes, “Nicky, I want Nathaniel Wesninski’s cell number.”

“Andrew,” Nicky repeats, wide-eyed and incredulous, to which Andrew responds with, “Fifty seconds, Nicky, or you can find your own way back to Base.”

He pulls something from under his robes and, with a hiss, flicks on his lightsaber. “If we get captured,” he says, this time to Kevin, pointing the rumbling, static end of the lightsaber in his direction, “you can thank your Imperial renegade.”

pls excuse the shitty writing. the last edit was made in fucking 2018.

i was actually really excited about “a list of things regarding anthony j crowley” when i was writing it bc it really was going to be a fic written in the form of a list. which is much harder than it sounds. i still have this hope that i might finish it one day, but basically, i wanted to tell thee iconic 6k year slow burn thru crowley’s perspective. this is abt as far as i got.

1.) Crowley’s middle name is Jabez.

2.) He doesn’t think there’s anything wrong with that, either. It’s a perfectly good name, one he thinks anyone like them—of which there are few, perhaps none—should like. Anyway, it’s much better than the name Aziraphale thought up. For all his intelligence and rebelliousness, he still lacks imagination.

3.) This is what Crowley tells Aziraphale, anyway. The truth is that Crowley got piss drunk one week and changed his legal name to—well, it doesn’t really matter what.

4.) In spite of the story Aziraphale likes to tell—which, depending on how much Aziraphale has had to drink, have begun in the Garden, a gentlemen’s club, the bookshop’s grand opening, Golgotha, and Paris—Crowley met Aziraphale in Heaven.

5.) More accurately, Crowley had been slouched over the railing of one of heaven’s thousands of identical balconies and was only half-listening as a Seraphim beside him went on a tirade about the location of the newest temple. Crowley, bored out of his mind, mostly stared off into the middle distance wishing he was anywhere else.

6.) He still vividly remembers Heaven. All the calculating tones, the monotonous psalms, the never-ending polished marble. Despite the light, Heaven always felt cold.

7.) He spotted Aziraphale by complete accident. He hardly paid attention to the steady stream of angels making their way to and fro anymore, and he can’t say why Aziraphale caught his eye when not much did, in those days. Anyway, Aziraphale was so completely unremarkable in every way. He held his wings back the same way everyone else did, his halo perfectly balanced over his head; even his smile was familiar. He was, in all possible ways, a carbon copy of all the rest, but he wore his skin like an ill-fitting glove, as if he’d never quite mastered how to make it his own. Crowley was hooked on it.

8.) Crowley was so busy staring he didn’t notice the Seraphim gradually leaning into his space, awaiting a response to a question he hadn’t heard. She bristled when she noticed his wandering attention, so he took a stab in the dark and said yes, that was rather interesting. He watched Aziraphale walk uncomfortably between other angels and thought, Very, very interesting.

quick tangent, this was a real comment i had next to the third point

i already answered the “steve?” question, which u can find on this post!! it’s the first two excerpts of writing.

“wouldn’t it be knife” is blank salkfjasfj. i’m so sorry!! i think it was meant to be an abigail hobbs fic, but i haven’t actually figured out how i want it to go. in other news, i’m going into witness protection.

“music wiki” was actually meant to be a gift for my friend like ... five years ago. it’s a viktuuri musician au that i haven’t made any progress in bc ik nothing abt music. unfortunately, the writing is very bad and i can’t, in good conscience, force u to read it, but just know that all i have to show for half a decade of work is 359 words. truly awe-inspiring what i can accomplish when i put my mind to it.

#thanks again! this was so much fun!!#quen writes

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homestucky · 5 years

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Davekat fic recs?

hrrmm wow i will have to think. ill probs just check my bookmarks which means i probably wont be able to think of many one chapter fics off the top of my head since i dont tend to bookmark them. also some that havent been updated in yrs i wont put here bcaus thats just frustrating unless theyre rlly notable and may come back i may not link them

also disclaimer that while im not super into smut so its unlikely im gonna recommend just porn fics, some may have some sexy times incidentally i suppose. also a lot of them are dave centric/dave POV bcaus hes my BOY

M.C. Escher that’s my favourite MC by Unda (COMPLETE) is a wild ride and long but i recommend for sure, very well written n thought out. also check out the other fics in the series bcaus if i recall correctly there are some other shorter fics that unda wrote to give some background or develop characters. but theyre also really great even stand-alone! its finished now and i followed it the whole time :0. cw for child abuse and death

Within, Without by reinkist (COMPLETE) i actually read a long time ago so i dont remember it so well. i do remember thinking it was pretty great tho, so i do recommend it. i should probably go back for a reread some time. its just a really good meteor fic that explores everything you’d want it to, and does that well, u kno? its like the fic that u wanted to exist but couldnt find. but here it is!

Doc Scratch’s School for Supernaturally Gifted Adolescents by medical (UNFINISHED AND RECENTLY UPDATED)is great, its like a multichapter magic/superhero au thing. its fun and characters in it are rlly well developed, like, i do enjoy a davekat fic which has a good and significant rose characterisation in there too. but theres some serious plot goin in in here too…. very exciting.

To Be Taken Care Of by shitstuck (COMPLETE)is good, its god some deep convos about troll v human culture and stuff, some rosemary too. bit of body horror but if i can handle it its not too bad. i just reread it lol. the epilogue changes the tone of things a bit n id be interested to know other peoples thoughts on that ;_;

Don’t Forget the Sun by Weevilo707 is rlly good but sadly NOT COMPLETE AND HASNT BEEN UPDATED IN AGES :@!! hope the authors doin ok (EDIT: APPARENTLY the author is not planning on updating this one again, but i still think its a good read :^) )

Book Covers by turntechGeneticist717 (COMPLETE) is rlly great also!! big recommend. dave is lookin after a babby dirk as his big brother in college. i havent read it in a while but i remember when it was updating being like !!!!!!!!!!!Aaa!! also there are others in the series so take a look :)

The Truth is in the Eyes by AcrylicMist (COMPLETE)is like a rlly mythological/fantasy interpretation of canon post game which is very cool????? like the world is sort of medieval or something but w the gods n magicky stuff. rlly interesting. , very dope again havent read it in a while and am running out of steam for ranting about fics but!! yea its sweet w an intriguing plot

The Eurydice Suite by callmearcturus (COMPLETE) !!!!!!!!!!! i love this fic so much like its bonkers n i just. its like an inception sort of inspired au and i have NEVER watched inception but im just super into the concept. its just. a rlly amazing well written fic w perfect pacing and characterisation like the plot is like a beautiful spider web where time flicks back and forth yet makes perfect sense. theres such a sense of atmosphere. ive reread it so many times. also!!1111111 i love the dave in it, and i love the strilondes family relationsy stuff!! i also feel like it ties everything up rlly nicely despite having like all the main characters in it p much. hell yeaaaa. its my fav by this author whos an AMAZING writer like they just DROP U IN to the world with so much confidence and drop context and background in at a perfect pace so ur never confused but always intrigued. but often i find the atmosphere in their fics almost TOO intense u know?? like i feel like i wake up in a ditch after reading one like wh,,h who am i?? i hate using this word but the writing is weirdly like… “sensual” which i think means the writing is great, rlly strong atmosphere but im not always 100% able to handle it. this one does not make me feel so dazed and its just.. yess

The Lucky Ones by daniomalley (COMPLETE) is another one i followed as it came out. a cool spacey au. sorry i cant think of anything else to say aaaa

Off Court by levvan (ON HIATUS?) is great tho strong themes of abuse from the start. not that none of the above have that if i havent said so uhhhh yea be wary of the tags i guess. but yes.

three rounds and a sound by skitpost (UNFINISHED AND RECENTLY UPDATED) is rlly great, like a magic school au. very excited to see whats gonna happen next :0

We’re All Friends & Family Here (And Frankly, We’re Sick Of Your Shit) byLandOfMistAndSecrets (COMPLETE) is TECHNICALLY a dirkjake fic but it has very cute little pastiches of other characters and the DK ones are very cute and well characterised

An Alien and a DJ Walk into a Bar (and Accidentally Start a Relationship) by Kadaaver (APPEARS TO BE ON HIATUS) i was p into when it was still updating. theres not actually MUCH relationship stuff yet if i recall correctly but still. good. and i enjoy the characterisation of dave being p socially anxious.

turntechGodhead is offline by forestknifefight (UNFINISHED AND RECENTLY UPDATED) well relatively recently. i like this one a lot! theres some good beta kid friendship and some good karkat.

Astronomy in Reverse by PunkZucchini, sicklekind (ON HIATUS>??????) cute + features BIGKAT is i recall correctly

Bring You Down by acedavestrider (COMPLETE) idk what to say about this but thats not a criticism. its just a legit cute fic that is good for the heart. human au, earth n whatever. karkat is a student nurse!! yeaa! thats kind of incidental but i like it

Survival of the Richest by ireallyloveicecream (HIATUS???) theres not a lot of it but im so intrigued. some kind of a fae/magic fairy folk kinda thing

Californian Son by LivTC (COMPLETE BUT THERES MORE IN THE SERIES WHICH I HOPE WILL CONTINUE TO BE UPDATED ETC ETC) !! ok this one is kind of sexy n angsty and daves a REAL DICK in it but it rlly well written and i rlly wanna know more jijhihihu

First Contact by yesfir (UNFINISHED AND RECENTLY UPDATED) !! its au but like idk scifi, humans having to make a deal with/coexist with trolls. space colonies!! this one is great… good character development and plot… does that great thing of pacing the revelations of the plot rlly gradually so ur like ! somethings happening here and i must know more!!!

Feathered by AlloftheFandom (UNFINISHED, RECENTLY UPDATED) this ones exciting :3 karkat has only just been introduced to it. its like a magicky world w a bit of mild body horror so far. some good strilondes also… has anyone noticed that i need strilonde family relations in a fic i love….

Soulmates by egossweetheart (UNFINISHED (fairly..?) RECENTLY UPDATED) this is a souleater au which i dont know a lot about??? but its cool, i am suitably intrigued. bit of body horror. idk as always check the tags. idek why im bothering to specify that. anyways,

Vladimir and Estragon Cope with Their Trauma by Volo (UNFINISHED RECENTLY UPDATED ETC) afterlife au. so yea TW death. im into it tho

The Importance of Being Karkat by choicescarfsylveon (UNFINISHED RECENTLY UPDATED ETC) karkat has a radioshow, dave is kind of a dick. some parts of that change. i wont spoil which. theres something deeper goin on too…….. mysterios….

anyways here are some fics that i think are cool. sorry it took ages i just wanted to give it a good effort ukno?? its not an exhaustive list but its what i found. thanks to all these authors and hey, while we’re at it, all fanfic authors!! good work and i hope u all know how appreciated it is. anyways i have a headache so i guess ill finish this up. peace!

#davekat #dave strider #karkat vantas #homestuck #fanfiction #dave #karkat #ask #long post

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fo4companionsreactions · 6 years

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So, the time is finally upon us, I present to you... the Fallout 4 Companions Dating Headcanon Mega Post, featuring at least 20 per romance-able companion, by yours truly.

Ft X6 because he needs more love

Enjoy!

Cait: (Post Vault 95)

Once comfortable, lots of flirty banter and teasing of the other person

Asking Sole’s opinion on certain things, a lot of “Hey you think this’ll be any good?”

Confiding in her significant other, more so than any other person

Lot’s of drinking together, often leading to heated make out sessions

Cait gradually becoming more comfortable with herself with Sole’s love and support

Gradually letting down her barriers and letting Sole in more

Wandering around their repaired sanctuary house in a baggy t-shirt and shorts, only around Sole. She dare not do it unless only Sole is there.

Occasionally forgetting and eating Sole’s food by mistake then feeling extremely guilty with Sole comforting her

Getting angry when she finds any hint of drugs around the place, fearing Sole might be doing them behind her back.

On some nights snuggling right up to Sole and holding them tight, especially in storms

Sometimes asking if Sole still loves her, just for reassurance

collecting and modding weapons together

Sleeping sprawled out on the bed until late morning because Sole doesn’t want to disturb her

Sleeping curled up in a ball waiting for Sole to come to bed

Only truly sleeping well knowing Sole is near

Humming more frequently when around Sole, losing herself in her personal piece of heaven

Getting extremely jealous of anyone showing to or receiving Sole’s attention

Being very hesitant the first time she and Sole had sex, in case they’re just using her again

With Sole she begins to enjoy making love and develop a healthy sex life with her partner, both of them safe and trusting of the other

Putting her entire heart and being into this and hoping for the life of her it works out

Often small, lights little touches every now and again just to remind herself and Sole

Has a piece of Sole’s clothing wrapped around her wrist wraps to remind her of them

Cait will often run her hand through Sole’s hair when in bed

Whenever they embrace both arms are wrapped around Sole tightly, one of the rare times she lets down her defences

Curie: (Synth Body)

1. Curie always checking in with Sole to make sure they’re healthy both mentally and physically

2. Cute compliments between the two every day, both parties being red as a tato

3. Curie becoming more used to and enjoying the small aspects of being in a relationship, the small physical gestures, the impromptu “I love you” and the surprise kiss or two

4. Being the tiniest spoon when she and Sole snuggle in bed

5. Always asking Sole about how life was before the war

6. Always making sure Sole is eating healthily and is not falling ill

7. Sole being able to hold her up, with Curies legs wrapped around their waist when they hug

8. Curie always going a little quiet when Sole is off travelling, she is desperately hoping they come back okay

9. Sole often bringing back a bouquet of fresh flowers and an array of specimens for Curie to admire and study

10. Sole always bringing back any science and medical related material they find on their adventures

11. Curie wanting to try the dates and couples activities she’s read about in magazines and books from before the war

12. Sometimes not being able to keep her eyes shut when she and Sole kiss, wanting to see her lover

13. Being extremely anxious the first time they made love, to the point of hyperventilating

14. Curie being open to most things in terms of the bedroom as long as they’re safe for both parties

15. Really sensual and intimate sex

16. Curie often being the sub under Sole’s command

17. Being like a church mouse and silent when she and Sole make love, should anyone be able to hear them

18. Light delicate touches on the other

19. Sleeping wrapped up in each other

20. Taking walks around sanctuary together, mainly at sunset so Sole can show her the natural beauty of the world she yearns to see

21. Curie propping herself up on her tip toes to be able to kiss her lover

22. Sole being Curie’s lab assistant when she needs them

Danse: (Post Blind Betrayal)

1. Sole sneaking peaks at Danse while he works, either on his power armour or around the settlement

2. Sole giving Danse a gentle pat on the ass whenever they walk past him

3. Tight prolonged hugs when they can

4. Danse hogs the blankets

5. When out on adventures Danse insists on cooking rations

6. Couples power armour

7. A couple that trains hard together, plays hard together *wink wink*

8. Takes up the entire bed but has Sole wrapped up in his arms

9. During the winter Danse is the perfect sleeping partner

10. Always checks on Sole’s gear and kit to make sure it’ll keep his lover alive

11. Totally denies it but loves when Sole places their hand on his chest when the snuggle in bed

12. Danse slowly opening up to the others, with Sole’s help

13. Danse, the biggest of all spoons

14. Danse often waits until Sole falls asleep first, as if he was guarding them

15. Adopts Dogmeat like one of his own, often having him on the bed with he and Sole

16. Becomes a figure Shaun looks up to, but doubts if he is the right person for that

17. Often works himself into a panic thinking he’ll lose Sole, to which they quickly assure him they’re going nowhere

18. Goes hunting with Sole, often turning the trip into a mini holiday away together

19. Admits to Sole, behind closed doors that they’re the only thing keeping him alive

20. He’s they walked into his life and are now a huge part of his new life

Deacon:

1. Deacon having trouble looking Sole in the eye but learning to overcome this anxiety with time

2. Being more like best friends that happen to be romantic rather than a couple

3. Couples disguises

4. Cosplaying as each other to fool others

5. Matching Death Bunny tattoos

6. Loud snoring from Deacon

7. Really giggly sex

8. Sole wearing the glasses during sex

9. Deacon getting Sole their own personal pair of sunglasses

10. “Sneaky Deeks” wink wink

11. Carpet matches the drapes

12. Really good role-play

13. Deacon, a master with both words and his tongue, if you know what I mean

14. “Are you lying again?” “No… maybe… a little… yes”

15. Mac N’ Cheese baby

16. Deacon sleeps face down sprawled out, pushing Sole almost off the bed

17. Wakes up in the middle of the night with random stuff to talk about to Sole

18. “Snuggle monster”

19. Deacon’s cum face makes Sole HOWL with laughter

20. When he and Sole are together, Deacon will often take his shades off to make the time he and Sole share, more intimate

Gage:

1. Sole procuring a better patch for Gage, one that doesn’t rub against his skin so harshly

2. When they drink they drink together and alone, no one else may join them

3. Sole slowly trying to integrate Gage into the group with the other companions

4. Gage being very nervous when he and Sole are intimate, him not knowing what it’s really like to be loved by another

5. Gage never really getting used to hearing the words “I love you”

6. Gage getting jealous and somewhat suspicious of anyone hanging around with Sole for long periods of time

7. Running Nuka World as a fierce duo

8. Gage growing out his hair overtime as he becomes more comfortable, Sole can even run their fingers through it

9. Spreading the reach of the Nuka World gangs wherever they go

10. Sometimes escaping to Far Harbour together to get away from the Commonwealth

11. Splitting everything 50/50

12. Gage being in sever denial that someone loves him like Sole

13. Over time slowly opening up and becoming more open with Sole

14. Finally feeling safe in Sole’s embrace

15. Finally feeling like they both belong somewhere

16. Gage gifting Sole their own personal Handmade Rifle

17. Decides to run away with Sole and leave Nuka World behind

18. Being very protective of Sole

19. At first kept space between each other when sleeping, over time getting closer and building trust

20. Tries to cook for Sole, surprisingly makes a mean Iguana bits

Hancock:

1. Actually cuts down on the drugs, Sole means more to him

2. Sole wears the frock coat as pjamas

3. Like a spider monkey, clings to Sole at night under the covers

4. Hancock is, to no surprise the small spoon

5. Really big fan of oral

6. Fahrenheit constantly snooping on them, sometimes catching them in the act

7. Hancock suffers nightmares, Sole will often sit up and comfort him in the event

8. Anyone dares look at Sole the wrong way, Hancock will fuck them up

9. Overprotective smol hubby

10. Can’t cook but tries his best

11. Invites the rest of the gang for a Sleepover, only Curie turns up with some sugar bombs

12. A man who enjoys a good scotch, Sole being more of a bourbon person

13. Sole can give Hancock a piggy back

14. Roleplay…

15. Hancock gets turned on when Sole does the Shroud voice

16. Finally feels like he has something to stick around for

17. A couple that gets high together, stays together

18. More like best friends, but also lovers, the best of both worlds

19. Self declared mayor of Sole’s pants

20. Kinky… but romantic

MacCready:

1. Plenty of hypothetical’s about the wedding that’ll come one day

2. Sole wanting to meet Duncan

3. Both partners honing their sharpshooting skills in friendly competition, the one who hits the least accurately buys the rounds

4. Plenty of discussion over which calibre is best, which scopes, attachments, trigger groupings and every conceivable topic of firearms

5. Running “little games” in order to get the most caps possible out of a job they take on

6. Having a rule that one of them must always be able to get the other home on a night out at the Third Rail or Dugout Inn

7. Mac often waking up to see Sole covering their head with a pillow because of his snoring

8. Counting caps together

9. Mac teaching Sole a thing or two about sharp shooting

10. Reading comics together

11. Going on the hunt for all editions of Grognak

12. Playing games on Sole’s Pipboy while Sole sleeps

13. Sole waking up with Mac sprawled all over them, the bed, the room and all furniture

14. Arguments about whether wood, bakerlite or ABS make the best rifle stocks

15. Slowly, overtime “liberating” all the goods from Hubris comics and transporting them to Sanctuary

16. Really loud sex

17. Mac is the sub

18. Kinky fuckers, really kinky

19. Argue often but have really good makeup sex

20. “I’m the best shot”, “No I’m the best shot” over and over

Nick:

1. Nick being the most, gentle gentleman possible

2. Sole getting him a new trench coat to replace the old torn one

3. Nicks eyes being like Sole’s personal night lights

4. On cold nights Nick giving Sole his trench coat to keep them warm

5. Late night coffee stints trying to crack capers together

6. Talking through the issues of the pre-war era together late at night while the others sleep soundly

7. The two sitting on top of the roof of the agency on summer nights with a whiskey and a pack of smokes

8. Discussing high literature together

9. Sole listening in awe of Nick’s hours of philosophical ramblings

10. Solving mysteries like an apocalyptic, noir Scooby Doo

11. For Christmas Sole gets Nick a 44. Revolver to replace his pipe revolver

12. Nick always manages to leave a rose on Sole’s pillow

13. Sole dressing Nick in the Silver Shroud costume whenever possible

14. Nick will sometimes read to Shaun when he has trouble sleeping

15. Nick is christened “Grandad” by Shaun

16. The man knows his fine wine and whiskey

17. Often gives Ellie the night off so he and Sole can be alone together

18. Nick… can… cook, my god can he cook

19. Tends to teach Shaun about literature, poetry, philosophy and morals of right and wrong

20. The most charming man to walk the earth

Piper:

Lots of cute dates to get some noodles

Midnight snacks with Sole on sugar bombs and sweet rolls

Asking Sole to pick up any printing supplies they find on their adventures

Light finger tip touches and eskimo kisses when alone together

Pushing Sole out of the bed at night, on accident of course, from spreading her limbs like a starfish

Running her hand along Sole’s chest while cuddling together in bed

Religiously making sure the door is locked when they’re alone together

Reading together

Always inquiring with Sole about life before the war, the people, the places, the food and politics

Piper wearing Blue’s vault suit as pjamas

Sharing her stash of sweet roll and other snacks with Sole

Wearing Sole’s clothes when she has a lay day

Swapping an item of clothing when they travel apart, Sole often taking her press hat as a token

Sole and piper gathering reading material on their travels wherever they can

Piper lightly snoring when in a deep sleep and getting flustered about it with Sole, with Sole saying they actually think it’s cute

Piper curled up like a ball in bed with Sole’s arm wrapped around her, their hand often running through her hair

Piper asking Sole’s opinion on her newest articles

Getting intensely jealous of Sole being around Cait

Piper acting like a giant nerd around Sole when alone together

Going the reddest red when Sole compliments her even slightly

Tight, prolonged hugs and hand holding

Preston:

1. “Babe”

2. Lazy Sundays at Sanctuary together

3. Sole and Preston having their own small garden patch that they both tend to

4. Preston having Sturges help him fix up Sole’s house as a surprise for his lover

5. Both pairing up their boots in the corner of the room when they go to bed

6. Sole gets to wear Preston’s hat during sex

7. When Sole is around Preston’s laser musket is always… fully charged

8. Preston is a really good cook

9. For a present, Preston gave sole a little teddy bear wearing a little hat similar to his so Sole always has something to hold on to when they are apart

10. Total lightweights

11. Sole building a hand guard mod for Preston’s rifle to stop him burning his hand

12. During the winter, Preston gathers more blankets to keep he and Sole warm, as well as a small fireplace in the corner of the room

13. Spooning for days

14. Because of the gloves, Preston has really softs hands and a gentle, but firm touch

15. The two get the gang round and have a meal with them every so often

16. The man will not turn down a hug and is always ready to give one

17. Admits that down the line a child wouldn’t be ruled out

18. Sole is thrilled that Preston treat’s Shaun like his own son

19. Preston being the typical shy guy but a real sweetheart

20. Really gentle but firm hugs with a lil smooch

X6-88:

1. Extremely protective of Sole

2. Matching sunglasses and death stares

3. When in private, X6 allows himself to smile in Sole’s company

4. Takes Sole a good 10 minutes to take off, all of X6’s weapons when trying to get intimate

5. Machine in the streets, animal in the sheets

6. Sole is the only person that X6 wont strangle when asked about his feelings

7. Training and sparring together

8. Definitely the tall, dark and handsome lover

9. X6 having a meltdown over the intelligence of some of the characters they come across while in the commonwealth

10. When sleeping, sleeps perfectly straight on his back with his arms crossed like a mummy

11. A game or two of “What’s under the trench-coat”

12. Watching over Shaun like a hawk, as per Father’s wishes

13. Over time Sole breaking down the tough persona and bringing X6 closer into the group

14. Sole and X6 becoming the ultimate sarcastic duo

15. Still believes MacCready is an idiot

16. Sole has found X6 staying out late drinking with Cait and Gage, much to their surprise that he can hold his drink

17. Reluctantly is the big spoon, but secretly is into it

18. Sole has to remind him that when they hug, not to use a death grip on them

19. Midnight feasts consisting of 86% snacky cakes

20. Actually a really good kisser

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zekethegm · 6 years

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Fun with Lovecraftian things part 4: Romance

So this is happening. Also part 4 will be in a couple parts so I guess this is 4.1? Apparently what I am doing is called a slow burn so hope you like those.

Also I have to post from mobile because of a crasht desktop so I can't slap a Read More in here. Ill try and come back and edit it sometime.

Kate sets her phone aside and turns on her voice recording app. “The idol arrived this morning. It is currently 1:05 pm, I hope they were careful with this thing.” She reaches slowly into the crate and grips the base of the golden idol, she begins to lift it out very carefully, coaching herself to be cautious as she raised it.

“Ah, hell!” she exclaims releasing the idol into the crate with a thud as she withdraws her hand, shaking it out. “Did no one check for nails inside? Ow, damn when was my last tetanus shot.” Kate looks at the back of her hand and uses a nearby paper towel to contain the bleeding. As she tends to her wounds her eyes notice speckles of blood on the work table and her face goes white in fear.

“No, no, no. Pleeeease.” She peers into the crate pre-emptively wincing at the sight she expects to see. Blood on the crate, on the packing materials and yet, strangely, none on the idol. Kate breaths a deep sigh of relief and thinks no further about it, she is more than willing to accept her good luck.

After bandaging her hand she deletes her first recording and starts over. “The idol arrived this morning, it is currently 1:20 pm. Here we go.” She grips the golden sculpture by its base and pulls it out onto the worktable. While not particularly tall it is solid and heavy. “Alright this idol is believed to be from the lost religious practises of the Tuttoke people. The entire thing is solid gold, the base seems to be an organic shape, clearly the image was more important than its pedestal. This is a depiction of Pl’thad’grthain as evidenced by the four arms and mass of tentacles in place of legs. The head is a rather exact hexagonal prism shape with the hexagonal faces as the top and bottom of the head. It is unclear if this is deliberate or if this sculpture is unfinished.”

Kate sits back in her chair and marvels at the statue. She leans in towards it and rubs her thumb across the blank face of the head. “What were you all about?” She whispers, half to herself, half to the statue.

“Your sacrifice has gained my attention, mortal.” A voice says.

Kate nearly falls out of her chair. “What? Who? You scared the hell out of me!”

“Repeat your question unto me and receive my words, mortal.” The voice seems to wrap around her brain and squeeze.

With every word a dark shadow wraps itself around her mind, she places her head in her hands and grips tightly. “Agh! Please stop. Whoever is doing this, it really hurts.”

A hum seems to hang in the air as the voice returns. “Amateur! Do you not guard yourself against the great powers?”

The force of the first word pulls Kate from her chair to the floor, she squirms and groans on the clean, white tile. “Just. Stop.” She ekes out.

The idol slides off the table, seemingly of it’s own will and lands upright beside her. “Lay my image down and draw what you see on your body. Do so quickly with any ink you have or carve it into your flesh if you must.”

Kate pushes the idol over and scrambles for a pen in her pocket. A strange pattern, a mass of triangles and parabolas cluster at the base of the idol. She copies it quickly onto her forearm and immediately she feels relief, as though a snake had uncoiled itself from her very sanity. She slowly rises to her knees and then up onto her chair with some effort.

“Now.” The voice returns, “What is it you desire of me?”

Kate blinks around the room, confused and unsure of anything. “I just want you to go away.” She pleads.

There is silence for a moment. “You called me here to cast me away?” The voice seems quieter now, less authoritative.

Kate shakes her head, holding it with one hand. “I didn’t call you. I feel like I would remember that.”

“Your blood.” It replies. “It called to me as it dripped onto my image.”

Kate looks at the bandage on the back of her hand and things suddenly begin to make sense while also becoming increasingly bizarre. “That was an accident.”

“Oh.” The air becomes deathly still. Though her desk fan is on there seems to be no breeze. “Then my presence is unwanted.”

“Yes. Very much so. Please. Go.” Kate says, the throbbing in her head completely subsiding.

The statue rights itself from its position on the floor. “Perform the ritual once more, with the sigil now and true intention I assure you that you will be satisfied with the results.”

“No, I’m not cutting my hand a second time, I didn’t even want to do it the first time.” Kate says.

“Then I will leave you be. Before I go, you must know that you have the most magnificent presence.” It states.

Kate gives a confused look to nothing in particular. “What? Thank you? Never heard that one before.”

“Then you have been robbed of your due honor. Your presence is the greatest art the cosmos has ever seen. Stars have died and painted the void with their death throes and they wither in comparison to your impression on reality.” The voice responds with no small amount of enthusiasm.

“Wow. Ok. Who are you exactly?” Kate asks, visually scanning the room for speaker systems and cameras.

“I am Pl’thad’grthain. You gave of your blood and asked my question and I heard you.” It says.

Kate flops back against her chair and stares slack jawed at the idol. “No.”

“Yes.”

“You are the god of the Tuttoke people? I-I’m talking to a god?”

“I have been called many things by many beings. God is among them, yes. The Tuttoke were a devoted gathering of humans, I enjoyed their worship greatly.

Kate looks to her phone and sees that it is still recording. “Tell me everything. What happened when you first showed up? What is on my arm? What is presence? And also the complete history of the lost Tuttoke people. Where did they go?”

The atmosphere almost seems to vibrate as a low chuckle comes from inside Kate’s own thoughts but also from the very air. “I am a thing outside of your time and matter, I obey only the laws of physics which convenience me and even now I do not speak your tongue but the very words of reality. It is your brain which orders the energies of my will into your words. By that nature my speech is destructive to both mind and body, the sigil allows my weaker devotees to survive a conversation.”

“Now.” Kate’s computer screen begins frantically flashing images and pulling up foreign websites. “Presence is something difficult for your kind to comprehend, you do not possess the organs to witness it. It is as though you had no eyes, the realm of light would be lost to you. Presence is a form which every object has. This form is the impression of that object upon space and time, it encompasses past, present and future as well as all opportunities missed and yet to come. Each thing has a unique presence, like a sculpture they are of varying sizes, colours, shapes, textures and so much more.”

“And mine looks good?” Kate asks.

“As your blood called to me, my attention was turned toward you. From my realm outside of all things I looked upon your presence first and I was stunned. By your time I should have answered immediately after your blood hit my image but I was captivated and delayed.” The voice replies.

Kate blushes a little. “Wow.” She was not without attention from men but they never seemed particularly interesting. Strange and unbelievable as it was, she very much enjoyed the idea of stopping a god in its tracks with her beauty. She cleared her throat. “Now about the Tuttoke.”

“They gave themselves to me. A disease surged across the lands and so they all called to me and asked that I would take them before their bodies were wracked with illness. So I did. Every last one and all their belongings were taken to a place beyond light and time. There they became a part of my ceaseless creating and recreating, living eternally in some form or another.” It says.

Kate envisions the final hours of the Tuttoke and starts wording the introduction to her thesis on their history. She leans back in her chair, tipping the front legs just off the ground. “Tell me more.”

“Not yet.” The voice replies. While the words have come from all directions of the room they have been gradually coming together. Now the voice seems to be coming from directly in front of her, as though they were perched upon her worktable. “Tell me about you.”

Kate falls backwards out of her chair.

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P.S: I'm Mated With The Cursed Alpha!

Chapter Five

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The stars were shining so bright and beautiful across the majestic night sky. It was the perfect night, soiled it by such a terrible situation.

I stood still in his firm hold, not wanting to pull myself away to cause me more pain than I already was in.

Seven years...he waited seven years? For what?

I trembled like a helpless prey, with tears wetting my face as I held onto my hair.

“P-plea-se...” I grunted, sniffing my teary, runny nose as he growled possessively, pulling me closer. “I-I beg you... If it’s anything you want...you can get access from my mother.”

“I don’t need access to what’s already mines.” He said sternly, with so much testosterone raging through him.

“What’s his?” Sarah said confusedly to me through our mind link. “What could he possibly be referring to?”

“Sia, you do know you’ve trespassed?” An older, more mature voice said to him, but with the position he has me in, I couldn’t see who it was.

There was a long pause between them until the silence was broken by a sharp gasp.

“Sia...could it be?” The man added shockingly. “Are you sure?”

“As deep as my cursed marks are on my body... I know I’m sure!” He replied.

Instantly, my chest rose and fall as I started to hyperventilate and panic. What on earth were they referring to? What was he so sure about? It was driving me crazy!

The guards finally arrive on the scene with a few reinforcements.

They step back slightly in complete shock of what was taking place and stared terrifyingly at the strange man.

“Lady Joel...” Kylo, the second head guard in command said to me in a sorrowful tone. Brave enough like he always was, he took a few steps towards me.“Everything’s going to be alright... Everyone let’s calm down...take it easy.”

He stopped dead in his tracks when a vicious growl rippled his way.

His grip got, even more, tighter and I whimpered aloud.

“Owww!” I cried aloud, taking uneasy breaths. “I-It hurts! H-he’s hurting me, Kylo.”

He looked at me, so eager to come to my rescue, like the brave warrior wolf he was, but for the first time, Kylo was hesitant and it somewhat petrified me.

This man...whoever he is, was definitely someone not to be reckoned with.

Though I couldn’t see his face, I could tell by Kylo and the other guard’s frightening expression, he was giving them the most sinister, bloodthirsty death stare.

“N-not to worry, Lady Joel, you’re Mom is on her way as fast as she can.” Shelia, the female guard said nervously.

As soon as Mom was mentioned, I wanted to just drop dead on sight. I know I had it coming for me, especially being seen in such an embarrassing situation.

“Don’t worry, Jo-ey,” Sarah said facing me with her eyes glancing between me and his devouring, glowing green eyes through the boarders. “I’m right here beside you... everything will be ok.”

“S-Sarah...h-he won’t let go...” I said to her terrifyingly through our mind link with so many mixed emotions running through me.

“I know...” She replied glancing up at him, “Jo’, he hasn’t taken his eyes off you yet...I think it’s deeper than it seems.”

“What else could it possibly be, Sarah!” I panicked, on the brink of losing my composure. “I want to get out of his hold! It’s freaking killing me!”

A low growl rippled through his lips as he stared between us. It was like he knew we were talking ill about him.

He tugged me closer to him, brushing Sarah off slightly. “I said to piss off!” He said, anger and possessiveness lacing his deep, husky voice.

“NO! You big bully!” She exclaimed.

We all were stunned for a moment. Me, the guards, even he hesitated to reply. I didn’t know Sarah had it in her to snapped back at someone so vicious and dangerous as him.

“Why don’t you just leave us the hell alone!” She continued to rant.

“Us?” He stated. I could feel his grip tightening slightly with irritation. “Does it look like I’m bothering you?”

“Yes!” She replied, standing her ground. “You’re hurting my best friend. You mess with her... you mess with me!”

Silence took over the atmosphere. Nothing but the calm breeze rattling the leaves on the trees were heard.

“LET HER GO!” She screamed to the top of her lungs.

“You better step the fuck off, before I jump over this damn border and rip out that ranting little mouth of yours!” He tensed, feeling his body heat radiating down on me.

“Oh yeah, I’d like to see you try!” She replied.

“Ma’am it’s not wise to provoke a hungry black wolf.” The older voice said behind me. “The results could be very detrimental!”

“Shut it, Grandpa!” She snapped.

Instantly Kylo stepped forward and snatched Sarah back before she starts something she definitely couldn’t finish.

“Come now, Sarah.” He said sternly as she fought in his hold. “Calm down, Alpha Denise is making her way as fast as she can.”

“P-plea-se, my head hurts s-so bad,” I gasped quietly enough for him to hear me, “you’re grip is too strong.”

I waited for him to respond, instead, I got nothing but a tense growl and I tighter grip. Until I felt it started to loosen gradually and my hand was taken in his.

I thanked the moon goddess it wasn’t my injured hand.

He released his grip and I eventually stumbled forward feeling a light-headed sensation coming over me.

I turned around my hair in a huge fuzzy mess, staring up at that intense light-green, hooded eyes staring down at me.

“Joel are you ok!” Sarah shouted from behind Kylo and the other guards, guarding her.

“Y-yes...I-I guess...” I said utterly unsure.

I was quite boggled that he actually let go of my hair after I told him how much pain he was causing.

For someone so vicious, so demanding and cruel, he actually complied. Which was so strange. And why is he staring at me like I did something to him?

I haven’t noticed it before, but his lashes were so long, it shaded over his green eyes as they danced wildly in the moonlight. He had a full head of long, straight hair. It was black as the night sky and so silky, blowing gently crossed his face perfect structured face.

I couldn’t believe I was actually thinking this way towards him...but he was so handsome and masculine. My eyes glanced over his full lips. His cupid’s bow was so defined, curving almost perfectly.

Then there was his board, muscular torso with a deep claw mark above his right breast.

He was the perfect man every girl dreamt of having...every girl except for me--I convinced myself-- I have Jackson. He’s the only man I’ve ever dreamt about and will be the only man as well.

I stared at his large hand clutched almost too easily around my small wrist. I definitely couldn’t escape from him.

Though I was headstrong and positive, I couldn’t help but—

He sucked his bottom lip, wetting it, and swallowed loudly. I watched in slow motion as his sharp Adam’s apple grazed up and down his throat.

I was so close...so close to—

A deep, lascivious growl emerged from his throat and I clenched... HARD! My core was pulsing like wildfire and I couldn’t control the sensation.

All I could of do was hold my head down in shame and just let nature take its course. I didn’t like it one bit, but when a man like that looks the way he does and is staring down at you like fresh meat, one could let it happen.

If Jackson knows I’m aroused for another man and other than him... I would be so broken and devasted.

I break for a moment and looked up in his face and for the first time for the night, his face had turned all soft. His muscles weren’t as tensed like it was a few minutes ago and his grasped on my wrist has loosened slightly, but his eyes...those eyes were still intense as they travel over every inch of my face.

If I was a weak-minded girl, I would have definitely fallen for such a dreamy face, despite how he treated me and Sarah...

BUT THIS WAS WRONG!

His face immediately tensed back up and his grip tightened as I tried to fight and pull away from him again.

I felt so disgusted just thinking about it, I couldn’t help wanting to free myself out of his hold and run somewhere and cry for everything that transpired tonight. And yet more is still to come.

He growled, tugging my arm, pulling my body onto the border. “Stop fighting me!” He said sternly. His tone of voice was mixed with anger and hurt from my rejection.

What was wrong with the guy. Why was he like this? One second he’s the calmest, gentlest thing and with just one wrong move he snaps into a raging bull.

In the distance heading towards us was mom’s white wolf came running towards us and her beta, Jimmy carrying someone on his back. It was Jiraya. The wisest man in the land.

As she stepped on the scene, the only person she had her eyes on was me. If disappointment, rage, and embarrassment were a person it would be her, without a doubt.

She shifted into her human and stood next to Kylo, asking him all that taken place. I could feel her staring. They were so strong and daunting, and there was no way of escaping.

I just wanted the moon goddess to take me out of my misery. This was too much a small, inexperienced teenage wolf like me could handle, but yet again, this was all my fault.

After Kylo had given her his report, she strutted over towards us...and got right down to business, not caring to ask how I feel or if I was alright.

But I knew her too well. When she’s like that, I know she was furious and would explode on me on sight for my negligence and disobedience, but as the perfectionist she was, she wouldn’t let it happen.

“Darius, the cursed Alpha.” She said to him calmly, slying her eyes at me.“We’ve yet again crossed paths and somehow, you have my rebellious daughter confined.”

The older voice I heard earlier reappeared as an older, slim build man with grey hair and a subtle ball plate, stepped from behind him.

“I speak to him.” He said. “I am Sethi. The uncle of Alpha Darius’s and also his close advisor.”

Mom looked between them than at me, raising a sharp, you’re-going-to-get-it-later, brow at me.

“I’m sure you do know the treaty of the land, stating the consequences of crossing other’s territory.” Mom said, and for a split second, a sigh of relief came over me. “You’re on my turf, restraining my daughter!”

“We never said we do not know the treaty of the land and the treason if broken.” Old man Sethi said. “But, the treaty also informs us that if one’s property is on foreign soil, he or she has their rights to overstep any boundaries to retrieve what’s rightfully theirs.”

What’s rightfully theirs? What the hell does Mom have that he wants so badly? And I’m the one who’s stuck between all this mess!

Again, there was this awkward silence and I could feel my heart beating out of my chest waiting for Mom to respond.

Come on Mom...say something!

“Perhaps we can settle this in a more private matter,” Mom said. “If it’s land, money, or cattle... I would be obliged to reconsider.”

“What the hell do you take me for?” Alpha Darius said growling lowly. “I don’t want your Land, Money, or Cattle! I’ve got mines in abundance!”

“Than what is it you want?” Mom asked confusedly.

He glanced down and me, eyes hard. I looked around at his pack as their eyes glowed vibrantly in the shadowy background.

I could feel his grip tightening on my wrist as Sethi speak out.

“I’m thrill to inform you, Alpha Darius has finally reached a milestone in his life,” Sethi said as a small smirk curled on his wrinkled face.

Milestone? W-what milestone?!

“And what do me, my pack, and my daughter has to do with that?” Mom asked, placing her feet firmly on the ground.

“It has a lot to do with it, but most importantly, your daughter,” Sethi replied.

“M-me?” I said taking deep breaths. “I don’t know what he’s talking about, Mom! I swear! I-I SWEAR!”

My lungs felt like it was going to burst as I breathed in and out sharply. There were so many mixed signals getting thrown about and still, I remained clueless.

Mom sigh. A frail look of disappointment and disbelief came over her face.

“Spill it!” She said, refusing to look me in the face.

“Spill what! I shouted trying to pull out of his grip. “Spill what Mom?”

“Miss Joel,” Sethi said, wishing that I never asked. “You’re the Alpha’s prize mated.”

I felt my breath and my consciousness gradually leaving my body. This wasn’t real! This has to be a joke! Please! Please tell me this is a horrible dream.

My body started to shake out of my control as my eyes glance up at him.

The thrill was all over his face and his eyes danced with excitement, smiling menacingly down at me.

Mate! I’m his... Mate?

“Yes...you belong to me...” He seethed. “Every bit of you, flaws and all, is mine... You’re all mine!”

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What are the bravest things that you did?

1. Beat clinical depression- It was the lowest and darkest period of my life. I am SO proud of myself for not giving up, but instead had made a difficult decision to seek professional help after excessive deliberation, stubbornness, apathy, and lack of motivation (and nihilism, dammit). Yeah of course at present there would still be days when I would be upset or stressed about something, but they are nothing compared to what I had been through. (And sometimes I realize that those things just occurred during *those days in that time of the month*—you know what I mean haha). Thus, I always tell myself that if I could get beat my depression into a pulp, I could always get over my *monthly existential crises*. It was also after that dark chapter of my life that I joined a community committed to help people who are going through various difficulties in life (e.g. depression, anxiety, abuse, terminal illness, grief, etc). The stigma for mental health conditions are appalling even coming from professionals, and the discrimination these people experience could make their situations worse and make it harder for them to recover, thus, it was something that I truly want to advocate for. It was an absolutely rewarding feeling to know that I can help those people who are usually ignored and/or lack the courage to tell someone of their troubles, so they seek a somewhat unconventional support. Uhm yeah I’m lighting up the mood here, but I don’t need to elaborate how *dark* that chapter of my life was because I don’t want to look back. Instead, I look forward to all the great opportunities life has in store for me. I only need the courage to seize them.

2. Performed in a crowd (..in a foreign land)- As I was in the process of recovering, I decided to stay with my cousin, Akiko, in Ginza to get away from my normal environment and routine; kinda like my way to “revive” my natural enthusiasm in life. She loooooooves to perform in Harajuku, which if you are familiar with, is one of the havens for performers in Tokyo. One time she invited me to her band’s performances and had successfully persuaded me to sing in front of a crowd. This might be something trivial for someone who lives their life in the stage, but I am not like that. I had to pluck up my courage and face my fears. It really was a “dividing and conquering” moment for me because I finally realized that indeed, I am gradually recovering. And from that point in time, not only had I come out of my shell by performing in front of an audience (as I am NOT a singer at all), but for me it was also the moment when I made a conscious decision that I would always try to overcome and leave my irrational fears in the past. I was inspired to do my best to not be easily overwhelmed by people and the external world ever again. I was, in that moment, fearless and had embraced the beauty of the realization that I need not be afraid because I am a survivor.

(Hmm. I don’t really know if anyone else would be interested to read this aside from theyoungnova. What I’ve written under the line is a bit personal, so you might just want to ignore this post if you’re not comfortable to read drama™. And mate, it’s just embarrassingly long..)

3. Stood up to take control of my life- I’ve spent majority of my life submitting to the demands of an extremely toxic and abusive parent. I was pressured—to the point of being literally threatened—to pursue something she wants for me, and not what I want for myself. Eventually, I had “negotiated” something but I was still forced to yield to her initial demand. She never cared for what I want and had my dream completely dismissed because according to her “It would not be lucrative. It was impractical. I would be a shock-absorber. It would be emotionally draining blah blah blah”. I was always forced to comply and had always felt as if I was “regulated” to conform into their wishes, otherwise the consequences would be detrimental––traumatic, even. I didn’t have a voice. But then, recovering from depression was really the defining moment of my life because I learned that I need to stand up, take a risk and control my life. I know it looks completely absurd for someone to be almost in their late twenties, yet still somehow be “controlled” in their major life decisions. But guess what, you’re lucky you’ve never met my mum. I never was and never will be a defiant daughter, in spite of all the traumatizing things she did, but nowadays it’s like I stealthily make my plans unbeknownst to them. *diabolical laughter* She’s a tad better™ now, but you know.. whatevs. I also have a very supportive partner, my favourite brother, wonderful (but maniacal at times) bestfriends and my dad’s support, so I’m a step closer to my “calling in life”. Yeah I know that sounds cheesy haha

(Hmm. I’m still contemplating if I should edit something because what I just shared was something very personal to me. And I don’t want to be a sob story here.)

4. Said goodbye to someone I greatly admired- Last year, I was truly humbled by the chance to get to know perhaps the smartest person I’ve ever met: my long-lost uncle. (My mum’s family has a lot of drama™ I tellsssss you haha) He was the most accomplished real polymath AND polyglot I’ve ever met. But what made me admire him the most was his various interests and expertise in different disciplines, and his drive to continue learning (and he was so into conspiracy theories, the occult and esoterica as well BAHAHA). He had hundreds of books in his library (and those were just in his home in SG); he rarely read fiction—this person was truly passionate to learn, educate himself and master his craft. He was the first older person that I’ve met who hadn’t shrugged off at my inquisitiveness, my quirkiness, my incessant questions, but instead had attentively listened to my ramblings. He told me to never stop questioning things, and to always probe and seek answers for my curiosities. Sadly, he was terminally ill and he passed away a few months after :( But I know that the time you spend with someone is irrelevant to the bond you’ve built with them. I would always treasure our intelligent conversations because I’d learned so much from him.

I recall having this convo with my mum shortly after he died, and how she told me that my uncle’s life was really sad because he was estranged from them. He never married and had only reunited with his family when he’s already ill. I disagreed with her because for me, he truly was a testament that you could be extremely successful even if you hadn’t conformed to society’s definition of “what a truly lived life is”. (For instance, why is it that marriage seems to be the culmination of one’s happiness? EH?). Yes, he was successful™ on the very essence of society’s definition of what success™ is: financially stable, accumulated material possessions, etc. But for me he was successful not because of his riches, but because he chased his dreams, he explored what is out there in the world, and he never stopped learning. He didn’t have to have this classic Machiavellian conviction, nor had the need to trample anybody to reach his zenith. I seriously still couldn’t figure out how he managed to accomplish so SO much, had the time to travel around the world, and had read countless of books in his life. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, “It doesn’t matter what success means to you as long as you are genuinely happy about your life, you are productive in your own way and you are continually improving yourself, you are touching other people’s lives, and more importantly, you are doing these things to achieve your personal goals and not just to impress other people. Do what you want to do with your life because success–more than anything else–is about personal contentment.” Yes, I was heartbroken when I had to say goodbye to him, but I was even more dedicated to chase my dreams because he inspired me to.

5. Skydive- My first (of I hope many) skydiving experience was in North London Skydiving Centre and it was one of the most exhilarating moments of my life. I have this fear of heights and I’m not an adrenaline junkie, but I’m always up for anything exciting and adventurous, so I was very glad that I was able to experience it. I can’t wait to do it again in somewhere more dangerous xD

#asks #answered #theyoungnova #get to know the blogger

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rantingchoices · 6 years

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Racism in fandom

I’ve had this is my drafts for a long time now. This is something I’ve been really dragging my feet on posting because honestly real life is absolute shit when it comes to this and I come on tumblr/fandom/stories/media to escape for a little while, but since it appears we are at that moment I feel it’s important for me to say.

A little on my background. I’m a WOC, Latina specifically and as some know there is a lot of racism in our community. From what I’ve read this is a problem in a lot of minority communities too so I grew up in a systematically racist society and thrown on that was stuff from my own community. Now this wasn’t racism on the level of violence or slurs. It was more subtle, but intensely embedded into our life.

I remember as a child being jealous of my best friend because her skin was white and mine was brown. I remember wearing sweaters in the summer so I wouldn’t get darker. I remember scrubbing at my skin raw in the shower and crying. All of these things before I was 10 years old. Two years ago during a Christmas trip my grandmother told me I wasn’t as pretty as my sister only because she was lighter than me. It was not said with any ill intention, simply as a fact.

Now I don't assume people are racist. If I go on someone's profile and see they have all white LI's I don't automatically think they are racist. Do I have a passing thought? Does it make me uncomfortable? Given the state of the the usa at the moment, given what I’ve seen in fandom in my over a decade of being in it, and given that I’ve seen slurs being thrown at Sean three times specifically in this fandom now, sometimes it does. I think there was a post that conveyed it well and it got some pushback, but honestly yes that is my reaction sometimes when I see a profile with all white LI's. An uncomfortable laugh because is this person the type that makes me uncomfortable in my day to day life? Is this the anon who was sending slurs?

However, would I ever send hate based on this one thought? Of course NOT. I will never support anon hate and in any case I feel those who send it are mostly trolls trying to stir up things.

I don’t want people to feel bad for stanning their love interest whoever that may be, they shouldn’t. When people make these posts I think a lot of the time they are trying to find solidarity, not in tearing people down, but in recognizing that there is a greater problem in media/society. EDIT: As I said before this has been in my drafts for a while and since writing it, I have seen people take things too far. I do not support a white liam hate blog, even though I feel general character hate blogs are fine(I wouldn’t do them, but that’s what block is for) that one is going too far in my opinion.

I’m not white, but I am privileged in another way. I am straight. Tumblr makes a lot of jokes about “straights”, “Heteros” and more things like “The Straights are at it again” when something problematic happens in a show usually. In fact I saw a post that has been going around a lot something like ‘gay culture is head canons of characters you don’t like as straight’. I’m not saying it can’t sting for a second, but then I take a step back and think about the world we live in and I don’t take offense to any of it.

I have never felt attacked or shamed for being straight despite seeing more of these posts than I can count, because I KNOW they aren’t attacking me or my sexuality. They are against a society that has and continues to dismiss and ridicule and take away their basic human rights. They feel a solidarity in these posts in one of the few places that allows it. I have no problem supporting that because I know straight people-I know I hold a privilege in everyday life they do not. I do not have to worry if I want to hold my boyfriend’s hand in public, I don’t have to think if it’s safe enough to kiss him. I do not have to live in a world where people assume my sexuality wrong and who might not even listen if I correct them. I am not hated for my sexuality. I cannot understand these struggles. All I can do is try to understand as best I can, learn, listen, and offer my support.

Now I have always considered myself liberal so of course I thought since I was liberal and a minority I couldn’t behave racist. I have always supported and voted for equality. Of course I never thought anything bad against any race, but one day years ago my friend asked me an innocent question. Why did I never have any crushes on black men? I always considered it a preference of mine, for the most part I liked white men. There were many things I told myself. I harbored no ill will towards any race being the prominent one and I believed in equality. Still it bugged me in the back of my mind. Her question remained.

I made a conscious choice to analyze myself whenever I found myself in a situation. Why was I making the choices I was? I read and informed myself about the issues facing black Americans and minorities in general. It wasn’t as easy as I was suddenly not behaving racist, it was gradual, it’s not something you can force overnight. It honestly felt like I had been blindfolded and was finally starting to see for the first time. That pale skin that was always so lovingly described in the novels I read, the movies that propped up even the most basic white man as idealized.

I'm not saying white people aren't attractive or don't deserve to be stanned(I mean I stan Chris Evans myself soo), but I wasn't, media wasn't-isn’t, being fair to POC. Society is definitely a beast of a force and so many people aren’t even aware enough to ask the question. Because racism is embed into society we have to actively fight against it. It doesn’t make you a bad person by itself, but you have to recognize it.

I give a lot of benefit to people because Choices is a liberal game, so I assume if you like to play it you're already baseline a decent person? If every single one of your love interests are white I don't assume you are racist, but if I don't know you then it might make me uncomfortable. Again I'm NOT going to send you any hate, because that is never an option.

I actually DO think it's possible that it just so happened to line up perfectly that all the men that impressed you happened to be white, that it didn't have anything to do with racism. That you would stan them even if they were brown or black. I think it's possible, but do I think that it's possible for as many times as I've seen it in this fandom? Honestly no I don't, again though I'm not going to assume it's you who is racist. I have more things to worry about in real life and I don't need that added burden. I do think it's an important and personal question to ask yourself though. In the privacy of your own thoughts with no judgement. I've been through it and I'm grateful that my friend asked me.

So now I ask you, why don’t you find men from another race as attractive? Do you lean towards white men? And for the ones you do like do you gush or provide as much excitement as those who are white? I don't want anyone to take this as an attack or trying to shame you or saying you have to be 50/50 or something weird like that. This goes beyond Choices. If you truly aren't then there is nothing to feel bad about and I’m sorry if I did that. It's definitely not my intention. I just want to ask the question like someone did for me many years ago. I can’t know if you are racist in this subtle way, only you can truly know the answer and if it makes you uncomfortable maybe it’s time to take a closer look.

#playchoices #play choices #choices stories you play #endless summer #tw racism #fandom racism #internalized racism #a warning if you are going to use slurs I will block you #you can block anons too so that won't save you #also reverse racism doesn't exist please stop #what you're looking for is prejudice #people can be prejudice against white people but they can't be racist

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Hello friends and fans!

Welcome to my 46th newsletter – October 2020!

On A Personal Note

September was a fairly quiet, uneventful month… actually, no… who am I kidding? There were a few things that made September an interesting and busy month! Aside from the editing work I’ve been doing on the sideline, I also had to undertake the Herculean task of migrating my website from WordPress.com’s hosting to a new home. The newly migrated site is pretty much sorted out now, but if you find any glitches, like broken links or missing images etc. please do let me know! I also added a ecommerce functionality to the site – now that I’m able to use plugins – and visitors can buy eBooks direct from the shop page now without having to go to other online shops – isn’t that nice? 🙂

On the social side, I had a brilliant email interview with fellow South African author Simon Corn this past month, you can read that from the link further along!

Further afield, I indulged my love for woodworking this past few weeks, and finally got round to building that bookshelf I longed for to complete the feel of the ‘study’ corner of our lounge! As you can see in the photo, it’s in the corner (which makes it stronger – a must to hold all that weight haha) and it’s filled with an array of some of my favorite books – fiction and non-fiction! Our Star Wars collection of memorabilia fills the gaps quite nicely too! The shelf above the window is home to the bulk of my collection of antique telephones, and beneath the shelf – on a cupboard you can barely see in the photo – are two antique typewriters, a 1939 Remington, and a 1952 Olivetti, both in good working order!

This year’s almost over – and with the entirety of the last week of September being taken up by my website migration, I’m looking at the remainder of 2020 a little bleary-eyed! I still have some work left in the writing department for this year – aside from the editing projects I’m doing for clients – and as always, I’ll keep you posted on my progress!

Moving on, let’s take a look at the usual list of goodies!

Art

I also indulge in painting from time to time – and no, I don’t mean walls! The following paintings are in my portfolio:

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2017_Human Nature A4 acrylic canvas

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20200705_The Awakening A2 acrylic canvas

20200712 The Earth Wept 40x40cm acrylic canvas

You can read more about my art projects on the Art page.

What do you think of them? Feel free to let me know!

Music

Yes – I also make music from time to time!

A selection of music tracks I made using eJay and other similar apps between 1999 – 2008 are available on my YouTube channel.

You can read more on the Music page on my website!

Activism

For those of you interested in my activism-related posts and activities, you can follow them at “Sour Grapes: The Fruit Of Ignorance“.

Current Writing Projects

For the past few weeks, I’ve been dividing my time between performing editing and formatting work for Moon Books Publishing, and writing new material for Galaxii Book 4, which I haven’t formally named just yet! Operating under the working title of “Dreams of Innocence” – from an old draft I’d worked on a long time ago and which set the background foundation of this otherwise entirely new story – this book will once again be looking at the Corsair menace.

Set a short time after the collapse of the Corsair home world Meradinis, the story focuses on the starship I.S.S. Munray – a ship crewed by ill-disciplined misfits barely one step away from court-martial and dismissal, filled with bitterness, resentment and axes to grind with anyone in authority – and the Captain’s the worst of the lot! His career has soured and he ‘works the system’ to get himself removed from command and assigned to an easy desk job at a starbase – but the powers that be have other plans…

A new Captain is assigned in place of the malingering Captain Polluk – a young, ambitious up-and-coming and capable officer – and Sonia LaBelle is the literal new broom! She manages to overcome all the obstacles in her path; a ship in a poor state of repair, an uncooperative senior staff, negative hopeless crewmembers – in time to meet the deadline set by Vice-Admiral Beens.

Meanwhile, a couple of extremely dangerous high profile Corsair convicts escape from an isolated, virtually escape-proof prison complex, which sets the cat among the pigeons! The Munray is diverted from a routine space patrol to pursue the escaped Corsairs, an exercise which will push the already strained interpersonal relations among the crew – and between the crew and its new Captain – to the limit!

At least, that’s more or less the broad overview of the fourth book in the Galaxii series! I’m quite excited about it, since I haven’t really worked on that series since I last revised all the titles back in 2018! Book 4 doesn’t feature any of the characters of the previous books (at least not as yet) but I might still be looking at drawing in one or two later, I’ll see how the story progresses and where it takes me!

Editing

I recently completed editing “Avenging Aranis” by UK writer Steve McElhenny – a sci-fi tale for Moon Books – and the first part of a trilogy! Currently I’m editing “The Darkness Within Me”, a dark fantasy novel by South African author Anya Louw, also for Moon Books.

I’ve also recently started offering my editing services on a freelance basis to interested parties. More about that here.

Marketing – The Dreaded “M” Word!

Portfolio 2020!

I thought it would be nice if I could produce a neat, organized catalog of all my books that interested parties could download and browse – a free, distributable and shareable catalog, and so I created “Portfolio 2020!” – a listing of all my currently available titles!

Portfolio is more than that though, because it also contains a biography as well as synopses for most of my titles – and I have a plan to update it regularly, perhaps on an annual basis! Portfolio 2020 is available as a free download from my website.

Videos

I’ve nothing new to show you here this time, but feel free to browse through the videos on my YouTube video channel!

Sales

Sales for September have been holding a constant trend, with figures for 2020 indicating that I’ve already doubled the total for 2019! Things have been slow in progressing, but at least they’ve been consistent, with a gradual improvements across the board – accompanied by an increase in distribution as well as with the addition of external marketing on the part of my publisher, Moon Books Publishing, who’ve been doing their own marketing of my titles! That tells me things will get better!

Additionally, having migrated my website to a new hosting service (where I can actually install plugins!!!) I’ve installed ecommerce and set up direct purchasing options for interested visitors, so I’ll let you know how that goes next time!

Publishing

These are the books I’ve released so far this year!

Between January and September 2020 I released eight new titles! Of these, two – “Duck Blind” and “The Next Room” have been replaced by one combined title, “Mirror, Mirror” which includes both of them. Of course, this reduces my count back to 30 again – but when you already have 30 or so books to your name, what’s one here or there?

New Releases:

I’ve nothing new to show you here this time!

Audiobooks

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“Malice” (2020)

On September 11, 2020, “Malice!” was released as an audiobook, narrated by Michelle Innes!

“Malice!” is a collection of my horror tales. Read more about the book.

Details:

Published: June 25, 2019, audiobook September 11, 2020.

Words: 21770

Pages: (6×9 Paperback)

Duration: 02:10min (audiobook narrated by Michelle Innes)

Book Trailer Video:

Buy now: eBook Paperback Audiobook

Coming Soon

In the meantime, here’s a look at the covers for hot new audiobooks currently in the pipeline:

Stay tuned for updates!

Reviews

You can see all my previous reviews here.

Currently Available Titles

I now have 30 unique titles available in 4 series (not including books I’ve been the editor for, and my 16 free promotional items)! My books are available in three different formats: EBooks, Paperbacks and Audiobooks. Click the links or images below to view titles available in these formats.

Communication

Below are links to a few of my most recent posts and articles since my last newsletter:

Now You Can Buy EBooks Direct From Christina Engela Dot Com!

The Last Post! Please Subscribe To My New Website! 🙂

New Website For Christina Engela Dot Com!

New Release: “Malice!” – The Audiobook!

Indie Copy Editing Services Offered!

Another Round At The Crow Bar #45 September 2020

If you want to see more articles, just click on the category links below:

Elements of Horror

FAQ Answered

Fun Facts

LGBT Heroes

The Tech Side

Secret Weapons of the Resistance

Writing Advice

Guest Writers

Newsletters

Interactions

Fan Mail, Reader Reviews & Honorable Mentions

I have the following awesome items to show you this month!

I found this share of one of my articles “A Treatise On The Psychic Abilities Of The Common House Fly” on Odd Mag from February 02, 2020.

“Christina Engela is an excellent editor. She helped me open my mind to a different perspective, to see my work through the eyes of the reader. Most importantly she taught me more about writing than any teacher in my entire 12 years of education! I’d rate her at 100 out of 10!” – Anya Louw, author of “The Darkness Within Me” and “Normanwood” (Aug 28, 2020).

“I recently had the pleasure of an editorial experience with Ms. Engela. As an entry level author and with some trepidation, I submitted work to Ms. Engela for editing, uncertain of what to expect from the process. Ms. Engela read and corrected my work. Her approach is professional, encouraging yet precisely on point. There was not ever a need to query the work she did on my script. I was also particularly impressed with her turn around time. I would strongly recommend her editorial services and I look forward to a time when I can work with her again.” – Cedar J. Lockheart, author of “Skinwalker” (Aug 28, 2020).

“In running Moon Books Publishing I know the value of a good proofreader and editor. Christina is a proven author who has released over 30 books, so she knows the ins and outs of writing. I’ve discovered that not only is she witty, bright and verbose in her writing, but she is also meticulous and professional in her proofreading and editing skills. You won’t find a more professional proofreader and editor than Christina. That is why I will ALWAYS choose her to handle proofreading and editing at Moon Books Publishing.” – Brandon Mullins, publisher, CEO Moon Books Publishing (Aug 29, 2020).

A fantastic, swashbuckle through space. “While Fantasy is my primary love in literature, I have always enjoyed a good science fiction yarn and when this one came to me via the narrator I figured it may just satisfy an itch I’d been having of late.

Sheesh, where to start with this book? Simply put, it has everything! There’s adventure, space battles, fistfights, pirates and, of course. romance.

The story revolves around Mykl, ex-combat pilot turned down-on-his-luck cargo captain who begins the book afloat in space after most of his crew, for reasons unknown, mutiny and fly off in the ships sole shuttle. Shortly afterwards the starships drive explodes, killing his two remaining crew and leaving him marooned in deep space with no hope of survival. That is, until a ship full of marines rescues him from certain death only to then get into a battle with a ship full of space pirates, Mykl has to rely on his military training to survive and capture the dreaded Blackhart!

It’s only now that things really start to get bad when his military contract is reactivated and he’s tasked with a critical, possibly suicidal mission into enemy territory.

Every primary character in the book, from Mykl to Ripley and Blackhart himself are extremely well fleshed out, interesting and fantastically voiced by Nigel Peever, each given a real sense of identity and more than a little snark. In addition to the reading, there is the addition of sound effects and some incidental music which is just enough to add atmosphere without distracting from the reading like often can happen with this in audiobooks.

There’s so much in this story that I could talk about but I don’t want to spoil anything but do strongly suggest that, if you like Buck Rogers, Firefly or Pirate stories you give this book a go as I thoroughly enjoyed everything it had to offer.” – Ryan Pascal review “Blachart” Audible UK, August 29, 2020.

“Christina performed a fantastic editing service for my novel. I was blown away by the pace she worked at, her accuracy, and the improvements she made. It would be no understatement to say she went above and beyond what I expected and was incredible value for the more than reasonable cost for her services. I look forward to using Christina again in the future as I know I’ll be in safe hands.” – Steve McElhenny, author of “Avenging Aranis” (Sept 07, 2020).

“Blachart. A good read. Well written good story line. Well narrated. All in all a good listen.” – Richard Davis, Audible UK, “Blachart”, September 09, 2020.

Spotted on the internets… Brandon Mullins of Moon Books Publishing made and shared this awesome meme to market my audiobooks:

Quotefancy shared a quote by me, found on September 22:

I display my Fan Mail, Reviews & Compliments with pride, gratitude and humility. You’re always welcome to have a look.

Hate Mail & Horrible Mentions

I’m rather proud of my hate mail, and you can review my collection here – but be forewarned, don’t do it while eating or drinking, or you might choke while laughing!

Apparently I’m unhinged and need help? LMAO… Oh, won’t someone please help me?

Interviews

A Moment With Christina Engela – I had an interview with Simon Corn on his author blog – it went live on September 28.

All my interviews are linked to from this page. If you would like to do an interview with me about my work, please do get in touch!

In Closing

Well, that’s all for this time, folks! 🙂

Thanks again for all your support, friendship and interaction!

Feel free to email or message me via Facebook, Twitter or LinkedIn if you have any comments or questions!

Until next time, keep reading!

Cheers! 🙂

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If you would like to know more about Christina Engela and her writing, please feel free to browse her website.

If you’d like to send Christina Engela a question about her life as a writer or transactivist, please send an email to [email protected] or use the Contact form.

Show your appreciation for Christina’s work!

Another Round At The Crow Bar #46 October 2020 Hello friends and fans! Welcome to my 46th newsletter - October 2020!

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Surprise!

Pairing: Frank Adler/ OFC

Rating: G

Warnings: Fluffy/ Tickles and more fluffy! Okay so maybe more fluffy than normal?

Summary: You had a surprise for Frank when he has come home from work!

Okay too @always-an-evans-addict It may not be want you want or after, it’s not smutty but the best I can do right now as this was spur of the moment kind of thing? You have been asking for something like this for 2 weeks maybe 3? No one answered I didn’t as at the time was stressing with anxiety and work, and knowing you have been down a bit lately and wanting to make you squee and aww I thought I would write this little short fic thing to make you smile, sigh, and aww. And the darn thing went longer than intended. Oh well so here you go with a Frank FIC!!! muas and you are bloody not trash you here me! *points at you* ALSO YES I DO KNOW IT NEED’S LIKE MASSIVE AMOUNTS OF EDITING BUT I JUST CAN’T BE STUFFED OR BOTHERED TO PUT OUT A POST ASKING FOR SOMEONE TO EDIT IT! I‘M LAZY!

You were cooking dinner in the kitchen waiting for Mary and Frank to come home. The noise in the kitchen from the banging of pans, and the sound of a knife slicing through vegetables, and meat, humming away to the song coming through the radio. The sound of Frank’s truck parking out the front of their apartment. Glancing up at the noise of the truck being turned off, doors slamming. Looking out the window and seeing them both walking towards the house you couldn’t help but grin turning back to you’re cooking still smiling.

As they got closer to the house you could hear them chatting away, with the occasional laugh from Frank and giggling from Mary. They had both been through alot, When Frank met you, it started out as friends and gradually worked it’s way into something else and more. By the time he’d worked up the courage to ask for a date the feelings between you both had grown. That was two years ago now and you’d gone from there to moving in together to now being engaged, which you still couldn’t believe that happened but the joy still hadn’t worn off. Mary had been voicing her opinion of the both of you marrying so she could have an Aunt but to also have cousins to play with as she quoted “I’m not getting any younger Frank!”.

With you reminiscing about the last two years, seeming to forget that Frank and Mary had just entered the house, Frank asking Mary to go and start her homework, while he went to wash his hands, once done he moved into the kitchen to greet you, assuming you had heard him, approaching from behind grinning for ear to ear, he grabbed you from behind on the hips and moved his hands up to your waist.

Feeling hands grabbing your waist, was a shock to the system made you scream and swear you’re head off in fright. Jerking of your body made you turn around in shock, lightly hitting him on the chest and arms. “ mg what are you trying to do to me? Scare me or something! Really Frank you scared the life out of me”. Chuckling and laughing at the reaction he got. “I didn’t know you weren’t paying attention! honestly, I just assumed you heard us come home?”. Leaning against the counter hand still against against your chest, heart still racing. “Oh I noticed, I..was just remembering how we met and got together till now!”. Eyes cast down, your feet scuffing against the floor. Glancing up seeing Frank looking at you like a loon with his goofy smile, shaking his head “Only you” gazes locked on each smiling at each other his face moving closer to your’s. As you face turned up to receive his kiss.

Not paying attention to his hands as they gripped your hips, pulling you closer , while the passion you had for each other got more intense. Your hands that you placed on his arms moved up to cradle Frank’s face feeling his scruffy beard that you adored on your fingers. As you both got even more passionate tongues tangling together for dominance, Frank moved his hands from your hips to your waist, his left hand moving to the known tickle spot he loved to touch in these moments as his fingers moved to the side of your belly. A full body jerk, and squeal which you let out as you pulled you mouth and face from his. Eyes wide in shock you said “No, no I have no time for this dinner need to get done and in the oven!” Pulling your body away from his trying to turn back you the cooking. Frank wasn't going to give up so easily he loved to tickle you till you couldn’t talk.

Taking his chance again his hands going to you sides, fingers moving up to near where your arms and shoulders meet, going for the other spot you had your armpits and sides. Hearing you squeal and jerk again shouting “no’s and stop it” while giggling in laughter, taking steps closer to you wrapping his arms around you, his hands tickling you all over your tummy, his face moving to your neck. His mouth grazing your neck and shoulder. His tickling you and the feeling of his beard making your body jerk and twitch. Giggling and laughing together brought out Mary from doing her homework, from all the ruckus and noise.

Seeing the both of you giggling and laughing in the kitchen made her grin and smile at the happiness of the two of you. The infectious laughter making her laugh as well, turning to One-Eyed Fred smiling “See I told you they were good together!”, glancing back one last time at her Uncle and future Aunt and smiling as they both moved and chased each other in the little kitchen. Nodding her head she turned back to her homework for that night to be done. “Soon Fred we’ll be one big happy family and then I’ll have some cousins to spoil” giving him a pat and scratch on his head while he was purring away on her bed went back to her work, humming along happily.

As Frank caught you and hugged you tight, dropping kisses all over your neck, shoulders and cheeks, you were squirming in his arms laughing and squealing telling him you give! He gave you relief by stopping, both of you out of breath. Leaning against still trembling, turning in his arms giving him another kiss on the cheek, then turning back to dinner you had been cooking. Kissing you head, making his way to his little work table he had where he fixed parts for the boast he repaired at the dock. Both of you discussing their day’s while both working. Mentioning that you had felt sick in the morning after he and Mary left had him worried as normally you didn’t get sick that often but this past week you had been feeling off, feeling so ill that you couldn’t get out of bed. He asked if you had gone to the doctor like you said you would? Telling him you did and she had heard back from the doctor on what was wrong.

Placing dinner in the oven and setting the timer for 35 minutes from now till dinner was ready. Wiping your hands on the tea towel hanging on the oven door and walking over to him and leaning against his back as he was putting some parts together with his once clean hands, your arms around his neck, giving his head a kiss. Moving your head so it was side by side with his, mouth next to his ear as you whispered what the doctor told you that day. As the words left your lips and entered his ear, traveling like lightening to his brain. Where it swirled and swirled around till it registered with him on what you were saying. As you pulled away to see his reaction slightly with a nervous smile thinking maybe you should have waited till you were both in bed, moving from behind to sit opposite him but as you moved your arms to retreat. His hand grabbed yours turning back to him and with a questioning look.

Eyes locking he say’s “You’re sure?, you’re absolutely sure?”, nodding your head, getting the courage to say “Yes, I’m only 4 weeks along, won’t be showing much yet but have been given a referral for a obstetrician for ongoing care”. With a smirk that turned into a grin Frank’s face exploded from shock into extreme joy, jumping up in joy and hands grabbing your waist lifting you high, for a short twirl releasing that might not be good for you he stopped.

Smiling through tears of joy and happiness. Eyes shining bright tears running down his cheeks, cradling your face between his hands, thumbs stroking your face his forehead gently touching yours, “I have never been more happy then I have been since you walked into my life, nor did I think that in meeting you would give me so much joy and happiness. You have just given me the most wonderful gift, you have ever given me, I love you, I love you so much”. Laughing with joy, giving him a smooch, which turned into a deep kiss, pulling back and letting out chuckles before touching noses you asked “So who’s telling Mary and Roberta?”.

A bark of laughter was his reply before he touched noses again “How about we tell them together over dinner? I’ll get Mary to run over and invite her to dinner and then once dinner is finished we can tell them both then sound like a plan?”. Nodding your head letting out a groan head falling onto his shoulder “You know what will happen now? She’ll want us to move out and get a house, to have more room for not only us but for the baby! Future babies and Mary!” Shaking his head “ She would! No escaping it now we’ll have too!”. Both sighing with the thought of house hunting. Pulling away from each other, kissing each other one last time before you moved back into the kitchen and he turned back to his part’s that need fixing, every now and then glancing up at you in the kitchen feeling the love, joy at not only you being in his life but how you made him and Mary plus there three cat’s feel like home no matter where you were. Smirking once more and Mary and Roberta’s reactions after dinner made him chuckle again.

You know’s maybe he would have to take pictures of the event tonight for the “Kodak moment” to look back upon with joy and excitement! Turning back to his work, they would fix themselves, body trembling in excitement and wonder on what the future would bring. Being honest looking up once more he realised he already knew!

The End. Maybe?

Tagging: @magellan-88 @always-an-evans-addict @ilovethings-somuch @bolontiku @ryverpenrad um not sure who else to tag? also not sure of anyone else seen this yet?? So yeah! If I didn’t tag you I’m sorry I drew a blank and hoping your friends that are tag might share it with you!?

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7 essay tips for an amazing TMA

Creating a high-grade Tutor Marked Assignment (TMA) that you can be proud of is not an easy task. When I first started with the Open University I was guilty of making some basic errors before I accepted the fact that I was going wrong and it was time I formed a clear idea of the fundamentals components that make up a successful TMA essay. I’m sure that you love the hyperbolic title of this post. Seven tips towards an “amazing” TMA. Not an average one or a good one, or even an excellent one, these tips will hopefully lead you to an amazing end product. Seriously though, I have written about these nuggets because I believe they are very important.

Each TMA is different and the questions will demand a specific approach, argument or research point but these 7 hacks are applicable to 99% of the TMAs you will attempt during your studies. I didn’t start off as a Grade A star student and my early endeavours with the Open University were difficult as I struggled to find my groove. But gradually my marks and confidence improved as I worked out strategies to help me tackle each assignment. Here are some of the basics I learned:

1) Get started and keep working

Procrastination can be an absolute killer. When there’s a tough TMA to be completed we can suddenly find ourselves grouting the bathroom tiles or cleaning out behind the washing machine and generally doing anything and everything to avoid getting down and dirty with an impending essay. Sitting in front of the computer with a blank Microsoft Word document open, cursor blinking furiously back at us can be intimidating. Don’t let it be – just write. Scribble down your name, the essay title, thoughts on the essay, initial ideas, anything related that comes into your head. This “freewriting” can help loosen you up and remove the curse of the blank page. Hey presto the document isn’t blank anymore and you’ve started your essay!

2) Read the Question and Answer it

You’ll be surprised how often this is overlooked. Each question needs an answer and no matter how well you write, how well you research or argue your case the question needs an answer. Some TMAs get no answer and just end up as a ramble (oops, you should see my earlier attempts!) some are just regurgitated ideas and information on a page while others might answer a question but, sadly, not the question. First things first, read the question. Then, if need be, scrawl down a rough answer and later use bullet points to elaborate on it. Be explicit about what you’re attempting if you have to but make sure the question is answered.

4) Nail your argument and conclude

Following on a bit from number two here but answering the question and producing a strong conclusion or summation of the main points are interlinked. Of course there will be a few bits in the middle to worry about but coming to a conclusion is extremely important as is making an overall case for your argument. Don’t forget to also take into account counter arguments to show you are comparing and contrasting viewpoints and balancing the TMA.

5) Give it a thorough edit

Make sure you have adhered to any style guides or especially the accompanying notes and cut out any irrelevant material or chunks of filler that do not add to the argument or flow. Check paragraphs are well structured, balanced and hold together in the greater context of the TMA, i.e. by furthering the argument, adding an element, explaining it and wrapping it up before moving on.

Proofreading your document is a must, to catch all of those niggly typos, punctuation drops, spelling mistakes, citation errors and other things that you will find within. Everybody approaches things differently but I prefer to write everything down, assemble it into some sort of order and edit at the end rather than going along. Editing constantly and finely while the TMA is in progress could stifle or halt that progression.

6) Do your best and don’t plagiarise

It goes without saying that passing off somebody else’s work as your own is a big no-no. Plagiarising is not only an unethical practise but it could likely see you not only getting stripped of marks but kicked off a course altogether. Taking on board concepts and ideas and trying to present them in our own words can be a tough task but it is wholly necessary. The easy nature of cut and paste on a computer can make it extremely tempting to grab a chunk of text and put it in to the essay but it is not worth it.

7) Embrace feedback and learn from it

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You’re welcome Sarah. Thanks for reading!

Thank you for writing this. I’m on my first module and today I received my tma05 grade which was 63% and I feel so disappointed:( I’ve been ill with glandular fever the past 6months, so studying has been really difficult and maybe I’ve not been dedicated enough. I feel my grades have just gradually decreased throughout this first module and I feel like giving up but I know I can’t. X

Thanks so much for your feedback Chrissy! Great to hear it is helping out 🙂

but how do I set it out? like the layout?

Yes, use the layout as a guide but ask your tutor for further advice if needed.

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What are the bravest things that you did?

1. Beat clinical depression- It was the lowest and darkest moment of my life. I am SO proud of myself for not giving up, but instead had made a difficult decision to seek professional help after excessive deliberation, stubbornness, apathy, and lack of motivation (and nihilism, dammit). Yeah of course at present there would still be days when I would be upset or stressed about something, but they are nothing compared to what I had been through. (And sometimes I realize that those things just occurred during *those days in that time of the month*—you know what I mean haha). Thus, I always tell myself that if I could get beat my depression into a pulp, I could always get over my *monthly existential crises*. It was also after that dark chapter of my life that I joined a community committed to help people who are going through various difficulties in life (e.g. depression, anxiety, abuse, terminal illness, grief, etc). The stigma for mental health conditions are appalling even coming from professionals, and the discrimination these people experience could make their situations worse and make it harder for them to recover, thus, it was something that I truly want to advocate for. Hence, it was an absolutely rewarding feeling to know that I can help those people who are usually ignored and/or lack the courage to tell someone of their troubles, thus, they seek a somewhat unconventional support. So yeah I’m lighting up the mood here, but I don’t need to elaborate how *dark* that chapter of my life was because I don’t want to look back. Instead, I look forward to all the great opportunities life has in store for me. I only need the courage to seize them.

(Hmm. I don’t really know if anyone else would be interested to read this aside from theyoungnova. What is written under the line is a bit personal, so you might just want to ignore this post if you’re not comfortable to read drama™. And mate, it’s just embarrassingly long..)

3. Stood up to take control of my life- I’ve spent majority of my life submitting to an extremely toxic and abusive parent’s demands. I was pressured—to the point of being literally threatened—to pursue something she wants for me, and not what I want for myself. Eventually, I had “negotiated” something but I was still forced to yield to her initial demand. She never cared for what I want and had my dream completely dismissed because according to her “It would not be lucrative. It was impractical. I would be a shock-absorber. It would be emotionally draining blah blah blah”. I was always forced to comply and had always felt as if I was “regulated” to conform into their wishes, otherwise the consequences would be detrimental––traumatic, even. I didn’t have a voice. But then, recovering from depression was really the defining moment of my life because I learned that I need to stand up, take a risk and control my life. I know it looks completely absurd for someone to be almost in their late twenties, yet still somehow be “controlled” in their major life decisions. But guess what, you’re lucky you’ve never met my mum. I never was and never will be a defiant daughter, in spite of all the traumatizing things she did, but nowadays it’s like I stealthily make my plans unbeknownst to them. *diabolical laughter* She’s a tad better™ now, but you know.. whatevs. I also have a very supportive partner, my favourite brother, wonderful (but maniacal at times) bestfriends and my dad’s support, so I’m a step closer to my “calling in life”. Yeah I know that sounds cheesy haha

(Hmm. I’m still contemplating if I should edit something because what I just shared was something very personal to me. And I don’t want to be a sob story here.)

4. Said goodbye to someone I greatly admired- Last year, I was truly humbled by the chance to get to know perhaps the smartest person I’ve ever met: my long-lost uncle. (My mum’s family has a lot of drama™ I tellsssss you haha) He was the most accomplished real polymath AND polyglot I’ve ever met. But what made me admire him the most was his various interests and expertise in different disciplines, and his drive to continue learning (He was so into conspiracy theories, the occult and esoterica as well BAHAHA). He had hundreds of books in his library (and those were just his in his home in SG); he rarely read fiction—this person was truly passionate to learn, educate himself and master his craft. He was the first older person that I’ve met who hadn’t shrugged off at my inquisitiveness, my quirkiness, my incessant questions, but instead had attentively listened to my ramblings. He told me to never stop questioning things, and to always probe and seek answers for my curiosities. Sadly, he was terminally ill and he passed away a few months after :( But I know that the time you spend with someone is irrelevant to the bond you’ve built with them. I would always treasure our intelligent conversations because I’d learned so much from him.

I recall having this convo with my mum shortly after he died, and how she told me that my uncle’s life was really sad because he was estranged from them. He never married and had only reunited with his family when he’s already ill. I disagreed with her because for me, he truly was a testament that you could be extremely successful even if you hadn’t conformed to society’s definition of “what a truly lived life is”. (For instance, why is it that marriage seems to be the culmination of one’s happiness? EH?). Yes, he was successful™ on the very essence of society’s definition of what success™ is: financially stable, accumulated material possessions, etc. But for me he was successful not because of his riches, but because he chased his dreams, he explored what is out there in the world, and he never stopped learning. He didn’t have to have this classic Machiavellian conviction, nor didn’t have the need to trample anybody to reach his zenith. I seriously still couldn’t figure out how he managed to accomplish so SO much, had the time to travel around the world, and had read countless of books in his life. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, “It doesn’t matter what success means to you as long as you are genuinely happy about your life, you are productive in your own way and you are continually improving yourself, you are touching other people’s lives, and more importantly, you are doing these things to achieve your personal goals and not just to impress other people. Do what you want to do with your life because success––more than anything else–is about personal contentment.” Yes, I was heartbroken when I had to say goodbye to him, but I was even more dedicated to chase my dreams because he inspired me to.

5. Skydive- My first (of I hope many) skydiving experience was in North London Skydiving Centre and it was one of the most exhilarating moments of my life. I have this fear of heights and I’m not an adrenaline junkie, but I’m always up for anything exciting and adventurous, so I was so glad that I was able to experience it. I can’t wait to do it again in somewhere more dangerous xD

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