#gonna queue this for once or twice as well

[delirious-donna]

I haven’t done this for ages but I’m in the mood. I’m opening my asks for hq thirsts. Doesn’t matter who for, I’ll answer them to the best of my abilities. Wanna talk about kinks? Scenarios? Love languages? I’m down for it all!

I’ll answer any I get tomorrow (let’s hope it doesn’t flop 😭)

#whispers into the void #hq thirsts #asks open #please come thirst with me 🥺 #gonna queue this for once or twice as well

[turcott3]

homesick

trevor zegras and platonic jamie drysdale x fem! reader

warnings?: sad af tbh!, angst, cursing but ofc fluff

masterlist

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“what?” you spoke into the phone.

“he picked up the phone and they told him he was going to philly in the morning. no warning or anything. completely blindsided.” trevor explains to you.

“i cannot believe that, is he okay?” you ask.

“he’s shocked, we all are.”

“i bet. i’m so sorry trevor.” you say trying to comfort your boyfriend.

“it’s okay, i just wish it wasn’t so sudden.”

“well, tell jamie i wish him the best and that ill miss making breakfast with him every morning.”

“you can call him, that feels too personal don’t wanna invade.” he forces a laugh.

“okay ill call him tomorrow. get back to your friends babe, try to have a good night okay?”

“okay i will, love you y/n.”

“love you trev, bye.”

“bye.” he hangs up. you sat staring off into space. your mind spinning uncontrollably. they just shipped off your boyfriends best friend. scratch that, your best friend, besides trevor of course. you turn on the tv to whatever was on distracting yourself from the thoughts invading your mind, clouding the good day you had. finally, you allow yourself to cry, knowing your last goodbye to jamie was truly your last and that he wouldn’t be returning.

“what the fuck.” you say crying more, wishing someone was around you could talk to. you say for hours lost in your thoughts, watching tv without paying any attention. at this point it was late enough so you took yourself to bed, heart heavy at the thought of having to call jamie in the morning. though falling asleep was easy, waking up was the worst feeling in the world. you picked up your phone quickly, scrolling through your contacts to find jamie’s name, hitting call. the phone only rang twice before he picked up.

“hello?” he says, voice sounding weak.

“hey jimmy, how are you feeling?”

“i’m okay, i’m in philly now. i’m getting ready to head to the rink. i’m a little nervous but i talked to cam and he reassured me.”

“good i’m glad, im gonna miss you so much jamie.”

“i miss you too y/n, gonna miss our early morning breakfast making.” he laughs softly, a bittersweet smile spreading on my face.

“yeah, yeah ill really miss that too. singing ‘unwritten’ will never be the same without you.”

“damn you’re right, listening to that song will never hit like it did when we were making pancakes every morning.”

“i’m gonna miss that so much, well i don’t wanna keep you for too long. call me if you need anything okay? i know this is gonna be tough.”

“i will, thank you y/n.”

“of course, bye jamie.”

“bye.” he says before hanging up. your heart sank at his tone but could sense his hopefullness that they wouldn’t give up on him like anaheim had.

-

you say on the couch, watching trevor play with a heavy heart. you could practically smell it through the tv. you’d spoken to him briefly but he avoided the topic of jamie, it was still a touchy subject for him. next thing you know, trevor falls, hitting the boards awkwardly.

“fuck.” you say, watching him unable to get up without assistance, your heart breaking all over again. the trainer escorted him to the locker room, the pit in your stomach growing larger.

“please be okay, please be okay.” you say sighing.

“trevor zegras will not return to tonight’s game.” you hear the commentators say, you sigh shutting your eyes, waiting for the phone to ring and almost on queue it begins.

“y/n?”

“trevor are you okay? what’s going on?”

“i don’t know i just fell and i did something and then i couldn’t skate off the ice and i-“

“trevor stop, slow down. take a breath honey. you’re gonna make yourself sick.” you say stopping him.

“i don’t know what to do y/n.”

“do you want me to come to nashville?”

“no no you don’t need to, i think i may just come back to anaheim if i can’t play next game.”

“call me as soon as you know.” you say biting your nails.

“i promise i will, ill call you once they evaluate me.”

“okay, love you trevor.”

“love you too, bye.” he says and you hang up, slamming your phone down on the couch tears instantly spilling from your eyes, your hands instantly covering your face.

“i can’t fucking do this.” you cry, trying to catch your breath as your phone begins to ring, jamie’s name coming into the screen.

“hello?” you say weakly.

“i saw what happened and i wanted to check up on you. how you holding up?”

“i’m a fucking mess jamie.” you say sobbing.

“oh y/n, i’m so sorry. i wish i could be there with you.” he says apologetically.

“it’s okay, everything’s gonna be okay.” you say out loud to yourself.

“do you have any updates?” he asks.

“no he said he would call me after he gets evaluated.” you say sniffling.

“okay, do you want me to stay on the phone until then? i can facetime you, that’s better than nothing.”

“yes, please do.” you say and he presses the facetime button, you picking up immediately.

“sorry i look awful right now,” you say wiping your nose.

“hey no, don’t worry. you’re going through a lot right now.”

you stayed on the phone with jamie for the next two hours, appreciating him spending time on the phone with you instead of getting to know his new city.

“jamie i gotta go. z is calling, i’ll text you with updates.”

“okay, goodnight y/n.”

“goodnight jamie.” you say hanging up and picking up trevor’s call.

“so?” you ask.

“can you pick me up from the airport in the morning?” he asks, your heart sinking into your stomach.

“yes i can.”

“thank you baby, i’m so sorry about all of this.”

“it’s okay. are you okay?”

“i’m not playing, won’t know what’s wrong until i come home and go see team doc.”

“okay okay, what time?” you ask.

“7 am, cali time.”

“jesus thats in,” you look at the time, “11 hours.”

“i’m sorry for the short notice, i didn’t think this would happen.”

“it’s okay no worries at all okay? i’ll see you tomorrow morning.”

“okay, i love you.” he says

“i love you too, bye trevor.” you say hanging up. texting jamie about picking him up in the morning. with the early wake up time, you take yourself to bed and crash instantly. the sadness had exhausted you. it seems like just as you went to sleep your alarm was already going off. you groaned at the sound, sliding your shoes on and heading out the door without caring for your appearance. feeling selfish for being this down when it’s not even happening to you. your drive to the airport was smooth, trevor texting you that he’d landed a few minutes ago as you pull into the airport arrival lane, him waiting patiently with his foot in a boot. you stop and get out of the car to hug him, crying instantly.

“hey hey i’m here now, let’s go home okay?” he says holding you tightly. you put his things in the car and drive off, back to your apartment. the car ride was completely silent as you gathered your composure. once you arrive you help him bring his stuff in and help him into bed.

“did you sleep?” you ask laying down next to him.

“no.” he says looking over at you, looking beat down.

“get some sleep baby.” you say pulling yourself to his side, combing your fingers through his hair.

“i can’t sleep y/n,” he said, his voice breaking, “god damnit.” he says breaking down in tears, your hands catching his face as he looked down.

“talk to me trevor, get it out.”

“well for starters, it was my 200th game and i didn’t even make it through the first period and my best friend got traded across the country all within 24 hours. life couldn’t possibly get any worse. this is the lowest i have ever felt.” he explained, getting everything off his chest.

“i know it’s hard honey, i’ve cried about 50 times in the last 24 hours. my heart is broken for you. all i can do is be here for you and listen and i feel like that’s still not even enough.”

“it is enough, it’s just a tough time right now. for both of us it seems.” he giggles, placing a hand around my waist.

“well i love you, i’m here for you baby. don’t hold back anything you’re feeling, not until you’re better. it sucks that jamie is gone but we still have each other! i know that’s not like the greatest but it’s something.”

“you know, you are the best girlfriend ever.” he smiles weakly, pulling you onto his lap and wiping the few tears that left your eyes.

“i just feel terrible about all of this.” you say to him.

“there’s nothing you could’ve done, it’s okay.” he says hugging you to his chest.

“this was not on my 2024 bingo card.” you sniffled, laughing lightly.

“it wasn’t on mine either but here we are.” he says hugging onto me tightly. you stayed on his chest until you felt yourself grow tired, eyes getting heavier by the second. not a word was said as you drifted off to sleep. trevor stayed awake, holding onto you as it was the only thing keeping him from falling apart.

“i love you more than you’ll ever know.” he whispers into your hair, kissing your head sweetly as his hands rubbed your back gently.

-

when you woke up and rolled off of the boy who was fast asleep, trying not to wake him up. you grabbed your phone off the charger and walked into the kitchen, opening your phone to a missed call from jamie about 20 minutes ago. you click on the notification to call him back and he picks up instantly.

“hello?” he says.

“yes jamie hi, what’s up?”

“do you have a minute?”

“yeah i just got up, are you okay?”

“yeah i think it’s all starting to process now and i’m so emotional. like i just up and left my home with my two best friends. how can i just live like this so suddenly? i made breakfast and it wasn’t even good.” he explains, his voice wavering.

“oh jamie,” you say, “it’s gonna be okay. i promise it will be. they love you.”

“i’m sure ill get used to it soon it’s just such an unexpected change, i don’t know what i’m doing.” he says sending you through all of your emotions at once.

“i understand, even though we aren’t physically there we are always here for you jam. we love you so so much.”

“i love you guys too.”

“i’m also about to make breakfast for the first time without you, i don’t really know how to feel.” you laugh realizing what you had walked into the kitchen to do.

“well i’ll let you go so you can perfect your pancakes as always. bye y/n.”

“bye jam.” you say hanging up the phone and bringing out all the ingredients. you do your typical routine, humming ‘unwritten’, your favorite song. suddenly a wall of emotions hit you and tears begin to fall without warning.

“our breakfast song.” you say to yourself, recalling that you and jamie had sang this together every morning.

“smells good.” trevor says walking out of the room, your back fortunately facing away from him.

“thank you.” you force out, sounding mostly normal.

“pancakes?” he asks.

“yep.” you reply flipping the last one. you plate it and turn around, revealing your red and puffy face to your boyfriend.

“woah,” he says getting up off the bar stool and rounding the counter, “what’s going on?”

“trevor im so tired.” you cry and he wraps you in his arms.

“i know i know.” he says holding you tightly.

“i feel so empty, ive been here for you, for jamie, for everyone and no one has sat and listened to me. im so tired.” you cry even more into his chest.

“i didn’t know you felt that way, im so sorry if you felt like you couldn’t talk to me baby.”

“it’s okay, it’s a rough time for you i didn’t wanna push too hard but i can’t say i wasn’t upset.”

“don’t dismiss your own feelings just because i’m going through something. we’re in this together.” he says pulling away slightly, brushing strands of hair from your face.

“okay.” you say, your sobs finally subsiding.

“i love you.” he says kissing your gently on the forehead.

“i love you too trev.” you say smiling at the gesture, wrapping yourself back in his embrace.

-

#trevor zegras #trevor zegras x reader #trevor zegras x y/n #jamie drysdale #jamie drysdale x reader #anaheim ducks #mason mctavish #turcs’ talk #turcs <3 #duck duo

[beelsbignaturals]

HoL and their preferred cuddling styles?

AN: omg posting twice a day look at me go! I WAS gonna queue this but I have no patience sometimes. Also lmk if anyone is interested in a part two with the undateables!

😴SNUGGLY DEMONS💗

Lucifer wants to be the little spoon so damn bad but would rather die than admit it. Please just hold him. If you can ignore his grumbles of "Honestly, MC, I am not a child!" One of two things will happen. Either you let go, to which Luci will respond with an indignant. "I didn't say you could stop." Or if you are a little more persistent, after a small huff, Lucifer will relax in your arms. Regardless, you will have an all-powerful demon melting into your embrace by the end of it. He also enjoys when you plop yourself down on his lap while he deals with another never-ending mountain of paperwork. Don't worry, he's happy to work around you if you just promise to stay. It makes the long hours much more tolerable. 

Mammon loves resting his head on you, using your body as a pillow. Doesn't matter if it's your chest, thighs, stomach, or shoulder. You are the great Mammon's personal headrest. That is your sole purpose in life. Why does he like it so much? Well, aside from the fact it usually leads to your hands gently massaging his scalp, it also means he only has to tilt his head just a little to press a quick kiss to your skin. If you do the same, laying your head against him while watching a movie or just in general, Mammon will probably freeze for a moment before his hands find themselves in your hair. 

Leviathan is way too embarrassed and also just overwhelmed by physical contact at first. If you want any hope of something that resembles cuddling before you have managed to convince Levi you're not pretending to be into him as a joke, you will need to initiate. Try linking your arm through his while he is playing on his NintenDevil Switch. He'll short-circuit but recover when you say you just want to watch him play. He can only handle so much tactile stimulation before he taps out and needs to lay in the dark for 1-3 business days to recharge so please just… when he shakes you off without blushing and stuttering that's your cue to listen. Once Levi is comfortable enough with you to sleep in either your room or his bedtub, you become his replacement body pillow. Sometimes, he will subconsciously wrap his tail around you in his sleep.

Satan tends to sit in strange positions while reading so honestly, just… wherever you can fit. Find a way to squeeze into his arms without blocking the book, and you're golden. He's upside-down with his legs over the back of the couch? Lay your head on his stomach. Sitting like some sort of contortionist? Wrap your arms around him from behind. Sitting like a normal person for once? That is an invitation, my friend! It's his way of saying, "Get over here and cuddle me now or else." He tends to stay up late reading so… if you are the type to cuddle at night, I will pray for your poor spine.

Asmodeus loves you, but he needs space. Beauty sleep is important! If you share a bed, he wants to hold your hand to feel close to you, but he has to lay on his back so his overnight mask can do its thing without making a mess. You will just need to get by with entwining your fingers with his as you both drift off. He's happy to cuddle up with you any other time, though! If you are lounging anywhere, your lap is fair game for the Avatar of Lust. He can and will sit on your lap regardless of the situation. It's his favorite spot, after all. 

For practical reasons, Beelzebub prefers to cuddle you in a way that, when he inevitably gets up for a midnight snack, it won't disturb you too much. But if it won't bother you too much, he loves it when you lay on his chest. He will even go the extra mile and carry you along for his late night kitchen raids. He's strong enough that he can hold you in one arm and his food in the other. Also! Cuddling so that his arms are wrapped around you and you are curled up against him, facing the demon. For the love of all that is good in this world! Just let the man hold you! Beel is just a giant teddy bear. Like the one from ikea. Feel free to initiate cuddles any time, any place. Just watch out for an annoyed Belphie who is not impressed you took his spot as Beel's favorite cuddle buddy.

Belphegor moves around so much in his sleep. The ONLY way to stop this is to fully lay your entire weight on top of him. Like a living, breathing weighted blanket. Careful though, he might get so used to your presence that he will demand you join him because he's just oh so tired but he can't sleep without you sprawled out, completely crushing the demon underneath you. Alas, sometimes your efforts are for naught, and in the middle of the night, sloth incarnate has completely flipped the two of you. And… somehow, he's also upside-down? It's rather hard to sleep with a kneecap digging into your ribs. The picture you managed to get of Belphie hugging your legs like a teddy bear is totally worth it.

#om! shall we date #obey me #obey me mc #obey me x reader #shrimp writes #obey me fanfic #obey me lucifer x reader #obey me mammon x reader #obey me levi x reader #obey me headcanons #obey me satan x reader #obey me asmo x reader #obey me beel x reader #obey me belphie x reader

[snoopyana]

awkward.

“and i know it’s all wrong and i should stop…but i can’t.”

in which haechan meets you in a gamstop, letting his impatience get the back of him after dropping you off at home. who knew how awkward it would be when you find him?

lee donghyuck. smut

today was slow, like every other day. the occasional nerd coming in to ask you a few questions about some obscure game. watching people shop in the mall, chin resting in your hands, the silence started to consume your mind. reaching for your phone, the bell on the door chimed — your hand returned to the counter. “welcome to gamestop!” your own customer service voice finally getting on your nerves. “hi..i’d like to make an exchange.”

looking at him, it was a slight surprise. most of the men that stepped foot in here were..well.. — gross. but he looked clean. thick rimmed glasses taking up his face, covering the tanned skin around his eyes. jet black hair that was a little messy, lips parted just enough to see his two top teeth peeking out. tilting your head up to make eye contact, you smiled.

“of course, what do you have with you today?” leaning on the counter, the male laid down the three game cases that he held. “just these.” he barely spoke above a whisper, which you barely caught. grabbing the games, you did the usual inspection. “and these work just fine?” you questioned him, placing the game cds back into their respective cases. he mumbled under his breath, eyes darting across the store. looking back at him, your eyebrows knitting and a sincere expression plastered on your face. “can you repeat that? i didn’t quite understand!” he turned back to you, nodding. “yeah, they work just fine. i only ever played them twice.”

after a few questions and a little bargaining, he stuffed the money into his hoodie pocket. “if you don’t mind, i’m gonna look around a little.” he walked deeper into the shop as you placed the cases onto the counter behind you. watching as he browsed, you couldn’t help but notice how tense he was. even being tense the whole interaction. it was kinda cute, a nice change of pace from the usual cocky nerds that walked in and out those doors.

while he minded his own, your eyes gazed at the clock, realizing your coworker was running late. it was almost time for you to clock out and he usually appeared 5 minutes early. mark barged into the store, looking a little tired. “sorry, traffic.” he huffed out before coming around the counter. “it’s all good lee, not like i was dying to get outta here.” you patted his back making room for the man to slip past to the back. “and i think imma stay a little longer, there’s a costumer i wanna ring up.” your eyes lingering on hyuck as he grabbed something from off the shelves. mark followed your eyes, landing on the male. “oo, don’t go asking for his number though.” shooting the blonde a nasty side eye, hyuck shuffled back to the counter. “i’d like these please.”

for the next few days, the same tan man came in. asking for your opinions on games, what you recommended, etc etc. with his frequent appearance, it dawned on you that his name was never once mentioned. realizing this as you leaned up on the checkout counter while waiting for him today. you didn’t know his name but you spoke to him like he was your long lost friend. just on queue, he walked through the double doors. welcoming him like every other day, he greeted you back. “hi yn” of course he knew your name, it was pinned on your shirt. but you wished his own was also pinned onto his. shuffling behind the counter, you slid out to actually start working. restocking and dusting off shelves.

during the usual game talk, you finally asked. “so, what’s your name?” you questioned while cleaning off a particularly dusty shelf, he usually just followed you around the store to talk and watch you. “oh its haechan. or hyuck.. or donghyuck. whatever you choose.” wiping off the boxed items, you nodded. “hyuck, i like how that sounds.” feeling his cheeks get a little warm, he started fiddling with his fingers to try and distract from it — your sentence repeated itself in his mind. “thank you.” he whispered, continuing to follow you as you ventured into the store. the way he trailed behind you, someone would have mistaken him as a trainee.

his visits soon ventured out of the store — but never too far. hyuck would wait for you to get off, and he’d take you to lunch at the nearest restaurant. paying out of pocket each time. the lunches would consist of him listening to you talk and then drop you off at your apartment — you offering for him to come inside since it was late and him politely(and quietly) declining before running off to his vehicle.

tonight he sat parked in the far end of your parking lot, his hands making quick work at his belt. pulling out his painfully erect dick. he couldn’t help but get hard after every meeting or hangout session with you. spitting into his palm, hyuck was quick to start stroking himself.

couldn’t even wait until he got home.

whines filling the car as his head hit the back of the driver seat, while his hand made rounds on his dick. inevitably leading to his failure in realizing you getting closer to his car. running through the lot to see if he had left in hopes on retrieving your phone — the phone seated on his passenger seat. he had learned to finish quick, but tonight, he wasn’t quite quick enough. your palm rubbing the fog off the driver side window to see if he was in the vehicle. as your nail tapped the glass, the sight in front of you caused your finger to pause midtap — leading to his hand stopping mid stroke. hyuck didn’t look up, but he knew who was there.

awk-waaaaard.

note -uhhhh, so the day i’m posting this(february 14th) is my birthday!! i planned on posting this yesterday but i decided why not wait? now look at me, posting this late at night because i wanted to be turnt for my 20th birthday. but i hope yall enjoyed and had a great valentines. hugs and kisses!!

#luvyujun #kpop #kpop smut #nct #nct 127 #haechan #nct dream #nct smut #smut #hyuck #nct hyuck #lee dong hyuck #lee donghyuck #nct donghyuck #fanfic

[klausysworld]

GUUUUUUYS I SAW JOSEPH TODAY

MET HIM

HAD MY PHOTO TAKEN WITH HIM.

He was very lovely

I was mostly speechless and just gawking(?) at him.

You do not get long at all, literally walk in get photo leave.

I think you may get longer for an autograph? Not sure, couldn’t afford both if I’m honest.

So anyway

If you ask for a hug you get it, he is warm and smells great

Yes he is as hot in real life-sculpted by angels if not gods.

I managed to see him through the curtain before i went in, the realisation that he was actually real was crazy-definitely did not cry.

I did just go look at him while he was signing autographs, the security people get mad when you take photos from afar but like…

Yeah so, what’re they gonna do?

Um

It was boiling in there (could’ve just been because Joseph was there though tbh)

Theres so much stuff you can buy, people make really great art of all the tvd characters.

You can also get frames for you photo and stuff which are quite nice and cost like £20.

The actual photo was like £95 with ticket protection and stuff, autographs were the same and you have to buy actual entry tickets as well.

He alternated between autographs and photos each hour or so. I would recommend just queuing asap but don’t panic because the queues do go down quite fast.

Um if you wave at him he does that little Klaus finger wave

This^^

And yeah…could have passed out.

Personally the money was 100% worth it even though it was a small interaction i am definitely going to remember this forever actually so in love with him.

He called me ‘love’ twice and ‘sweetheart’ once in the time span of like 10 seconds??

^Thank you @klaustopia and @twelfthmortalofcrimsonpalace for immediately being excited and making me laugh 🤍🤍

If there’s anything anyone would like to know just askk 😊

#klaus mikaelson #the originals #joseph morgan #comic con #liverpool #comic con liverpool #Joseph morgan comic con #photoshoot #love him #i cried #love everything and one #the vampire diaries #joseph and rue day #rue day

[hunsa-jars]

man

Heyy things are pretty busy and exhausting right now, but I promise I'm trying to be brave about it

Might pop up here tomorrow

Or the day after tomorrow- this week sometime, or I'll go bonkers

Gonna queue this because I really shouldn't be distracting myself more than I already do nhdfdh

Haghhhh I miss you all, I'll be back

(uhh life update under the cut? to the folks who are curious, kinda wanted to mention these at some point anyways)

OI HI TO THE PEOPLE WHO STAYED HOW'S IT GOING

Remember that I said that my phone might be still alive after all? Well.. yeah, no, that was a false alarm, it really did kick the bucket. Temporarily using my sister's old phone until I get a new one this Christmas

And because I'm the way I am, I refuse to change anything about it- like I can't stand the idea of getting used/attached to it when I know in a couple of weeks I'm gonna give it back, so..

So yeah, I don't want to go through the procedures of logging into everything, including Tumblr

I've been avoiding going here anyway, so technically it helps :''')

My attention span is so awful you guys, so mad at myself 24/7 for always looking for excuses to not do my studying routine

Speaking of studying, this is the last week of uni for this year!

BUT exam period is starting next week and I have like 3 exams before Christmas, so fun

Uhhhh remember the board game I mentioned making? Teacher loved it and wants to display it for the university's open day. Pretty glad, worked hard on that thing (even tho it could have been better)

Gonna show you guys once I get it back

Uhhhh did my best with my recorder, my hands were shaking, but the teacher could tell I was only messing up because I was nervous as balls, and not because I didn't know the songs, thank god

My grandma is doing well! Well.. better. We keep her company. My cousins come to visit us twice a week now, so no silent Saturdays or Sundays

FINALLY figured out how to use emulators, so between studying for the January exams and relative visits, I'm gonna finally play Animal Crossing and Earthbound properly (I think I've mentioned using online emulators before, but those distorted the music so much I just couldn't continue with it)

Also was anybody going to tell me that OFF is free?

And Yume Nikki?? On Steam?????? Hello??

Umm also! My little brother sat down with me last Saturday and made me watch Murder Drones (he's hyperfixating and wanted to pass it onto me, spoilers: IT WORKED)

Oh my goodness... that show................................. Plan for another flooding

What else, uh- we're on season 2 of AOT, it's insane, it makes me insane, I wish I could say more without going unhinged

I... i think that's all

To the people who've been tagging me the past few days I SEE YOU ALL, THANK YOU FOR THINKING OF ME, I'LL GET TO IT

Well

See you guys later this week, hopefully, please take care

#random squeak #i swear that i loved queue #<- new queue tag #yes i finally decided on one #this ended up being scheduled btw but still wanted keep the tag

[sweetest-honeybee]

I'm going to be starting my very first commissions soon! I am very excited but do you have any tips on what I should and shouldn't do?

Oh that’s very exciting! Hmm I have a post somewhere but I’ll just answer anyways 😂 This is gonna be insanely long

- Don’t be disappointed if you don’t get a huge amount of people asking at first. It’s all about drawing people in and growing an audience! If you don’t have an audience yet, it’s always worth it to market and advertise pretty well. Multiple social medias, using common tags, promoting in say, is discord server if you’re in one or something, all that jazz

- Pricing is very difficult and it’ll fluctuate and change over time. You’re not gonna get it down first try, and they’ll change with your workflow and what you realize you can and can’t do/handle! Personally, I took the amount of time I take on each canvas and estimated some average times (I.e. a rendered bust takes me 1.5-2 hours) and multiplied that by ah, $30 I think at first? And then doubled my prices later down the road

- Additionally however, pricing in such a way that you make good money for your time is important but, and I can’t stress this enough, PLEASE consider the people you’re advertising your work to and who follows you, what communities you’re in, etc. For myself, I’ve recently began to aim for higher quality clients who can pay more all at once and so I can get more money with less commissions stacked in my queue. Thus why my lowest price is still quite high. If you want more frequent clients, most often it’s best to keep your prices relatively low but still good value for you. Again, it’s all about finding that balance and figuring out your workflow

- Speaking of workflow, there’s no one right way to do commissions. Your process is your own and from my experience, I’ve gone through a bunch of different processes with different people! Haha, I’ve even signed a contract once to really seal the deal on the terms and conditions. Make it your own! Be as professional as you feel the need to or not. Do whatever makes you comfortable as long as it’s not at the expense of the client, of course

- You may or may not be contacted by spam bots and other accounts about your work. Believe me, it’ll happen once or twice that you might be scammed if you’re not careful (it’s happened to me twice) but if I could say, it’s usually accounts with names that don’t match their icons, using little/terrible punctuation and very automated repsonses, requesting work that’s not what you do usually, requesting work of family members/pets, offering very large sums of money, whatever else. Just be safe!

- Hmmm what else….

- Make sure you have plenty of examples of your work and the style of art/coloring that you’re advertising. If you’re offering something new, just get like 3-4 examples in and have a consistent process before having people pay money for it. I love my current rendering style but I had to wait til I had a few to know how I wanted to go about offering it as a new coloring style and how it’s different from what I would typically do

- Some clients are definitely rude and pester. It’s okay to put your foot down and say you’re not comfortable working with them. Personally, I offer up other artists if that’s the case (within reason, I don’t send rude people generally but sometimes clients get frustrated with you because you’re not the kind of artists they’ll end up wanting to work with) or if I’m just not able to do a commission because it’s, for example, out of my skill level or something. Always good to send people to artists who are open for work

- I’m actually learning this myself but if you’re working with someone who’s well known (I.e. I worked with good ol Xisumavoid), having T&Cs is useful for those larger clients. Xisuma actually gave me his terms and conditions to fill out in the invoices so if the client has that as well, it works that way too! And again, if you have questions or you’re uncomfortable by someone else’s T&Cs, say that! Believe me, they’ll work with you if they truly intend to use your work (bless that man, he was so kind and transparent about the whole process)

- Of courses you are just starting out but you never know!

That’s pretty much he main stuff. Just make sure it’s seen and clear, you’re valued and understand your value, and that everything you’ll be doing is all up to you. If you have artists friends (or myself) that you’d ever need input from, give them (or me) a holler! This is all just me, other artists have more or different ways they’d suggest going about things so if you don’t agreed with anything I’ve said, that’s alright 😌

[lemmetreatya]

Hello hello hello! I hope your day/night has been good so far <3 I'm here to request Giorno with black!Reader (preferably female!) who asks him what kind of girls he likes and a casually describes her if that's ok? 🤭

Never Would Have Thought — Giorno x fem!black reader

contains: use of alcohol

this request was so cute omg!! i hope i did it justice!! (also to those who sent a request, yes i have seen it and yes i will get to it!! things are just going really slow rn bc i wanna write these well and i have a lot of work to do but i WILL get to them 🫶🏾)

part 2

“Since when did you pregame?”

A light smile etched it’s way onto your lips as you watched Giorno take a swig of your bottled drink, his actions as dainty as ever. You’re not sure why, but the way the alcohol easily slipped down his throat and the way his adam’s apple bobbled with each gulp, entranced you.

“I never ‘didn’t’ pregame, just never felt like doing it. ” He rasped once the bottle was free from his lips.

Wiping his free hand over his mouth, Giorno signalled the bottle in your direction. He leaned back onto your bed and propped himself up, the slacks of the furniture creaking along with his movements.

Your smile was light.

“Well, it’s a nice change. I’m not sure if this party's gonna be any good so at least I know someone’s gonna be turnt with me.”

Taking the bottle from him, you took a drink of your own. It was now Giorno’s turn to be inquisitive as his sky blue eyes watched the way your mouth clasped the rim, your thick glossy lips in the same place his just were. An ‘indirect kiss’, as Mista would say.

Actually, speaking of the guy…

“Whens Guido getting here?” Giorno asked, his eyes now focused on your bedroom walls as yours were now focused on him.

With a quick expression of remembrance you lowered the bottle from your mouth. Some of it splashing onto your chin.

“Oh, yeah! He said he’s gonna be running a bit late coz’ his car needs a jumpstart.” You picked up your phone that sat besides you on your bed, unlocking the device and opening up the chat messages between you and Mista.

Giorno deeply wanted to groan at Mista’s negligence to invest in another car, especially since he was supposed to be your ride to the party tonight. With the amount of money he spent trying to fix the one he had, he’d do better off selling it for scrap parts and buying a much newer and much mote reliable model.

It was even more annoying because Giorno’s warned him plenty times that the unreliability of the car was an impediment to everyone, especially Giorno himself because he currently had his license suspended (don’t ask).

However, part of him was grateful for Mista’s inability to listen to others and seek wise guidance because if Mista was going to take forever to get here, it meant that in the mean time, Giorno would get to spend ‘forever’ with you.

“Dang, that sucks.” The Joestar eyed the way some of the alcohol droplets darkened spots into your shirt. “What should we do in the mean time then?”

Locking and then discarding your phone, you wiped at all the spilled liquid that splattered your clothes and face. For his own sanity, Giorno had to glance away. Even though you were comfortable with each other, he couldn’t promise that he wouldn’t ogle your innocent reveal of deeper cleavage.

Shrugging, you passed the bottle back to the blonde.

“Dunno.” When Giorno received the drink from you, you took that as your queue to flop down onto your bed. However, after not even three seconds of rest, you sat back up.

“Actually, can I ask you a question?”

“You just did.”

With a roll of your eyes, you dismissed his predictable comment.

“God, you’re so corny.”

Giorno wanted to laugh freely, but his mouth was still full of alcohol (and the distant taste of artificial cherry lip gloss), and so he had to laugh with his mouth closed. You slightly pushed him to the side in reaction, your contact light as he swayed twice.

“No, I’m being for real. Like, I’m curious about something.” You piped.

Whilst he was gulping back what was already in his mouth, you wondered how you were going to phrase your question. Since Giorno was quite reserved you didn’t want to ask him anything that would make him uncomfortable or pry in a direction he didn’t deem fit. However, with undiluted alcohol now running through both of your blood streams you think now would be the best of times to ask.

“What’s your type?”

At the stating of your question Giorno covered his mouth with his fist. As his eyes stared at you with hooded austere, he made sure to swallow the rest of his drink and place the bottle down before properly replying.

“My type? As in girls?” He queried.

“Or guys. I see the way you look at Mister Mista sometimes, I can’t just presume.”

The blonde blinked at you twice before breaking out into a short yet loud guffaw. He was able to laugh properly now and for that he was grateful. He always seemed to find you so amusing.

“I…Please.”

With an easy yet questionable smile, you answered back.

“What’s so funny, I’m being serious!”

“I know you are.” Waving his hand, Giorno was quick to console your presumptions. “But no, that’s not the case.”

You nodded in clarification, understanding where he was coming from but you still wanted an answer. Looking over at the guy, you allowed your giddy emotions of anticipation to decorate your face.

“Okay, so?” You cheesed. This was something you definitely wanted to know now.

“My type.” He thought aloud.

Giorno has an idea of what his type is.

In fact, he was very aware of who he wanted and why he liked them. All that left for him to do was contemplate if now was the time for him to be wholly honest.

Either way, Giorno doesn’t think you’d appreciate him telling you the answer so easily. He knows you were always up for a tease and so he pretended to hum in thought.

“My type is… girls that wear cherry lipgloss.”

The pupils of your eyes rolled upwards into your head as a loud and low groan bellowed out from your mouth.

“Giooornoo, that ain’t a type. Anyone can wear cherry lipgloss, the hell? I can wear cherry lipgloss. In fact I’m wearing some right now.”

“Really?” He teased.

You moved closer towards him and smacked your lips in his direction so that he could smell the whaft of your gloss. The alcohol playing Tomb Raider within Giorno’s veins made it easier for him to lean right in and take a intruding smell. God, his nose was so close to your lips that any closer would warrant that he’d be smelling NK Cherry gloss for the rest of the night.

“Oh right. So you are.” He breathed once he pulled back.

Like he didn’t already know that.

“Your type. Tell it to me.” You pried.

Laying backwards onto your bed, Giorno folded his hands together as he looked up at your ceiling. However a spark of anxiety clicked on within his chest as his eyes anxiously focused on the adolescent glow stars that stuck above him.

Part of him wondered if he should be genuinely honest with you now because yeah, he wants to tell you the truth, but the conscious part of him was holding back. It’s not like he wouldn’t say anything — Giorno’s already decided that he was going to tell you — he just hopes he doesn’t regret his decision.

“I like when a girls inquisitive about my interests and the things I like.” He said.

Before you could even register it, a soft sigh left your mouth.

You joined Giorno in lying down properly on your bed. Momentarily closing your eyes you gathered your thoughts before turning your head in your friend’s direction, your cheek squashed against your duvet.

“Giogio. You know, you’re great — Great, great, great guy — but I’ll be straight with you and tell you that was kinda lame.”

You brought a friendly hand over to lay on his chest, shaking him as he lay next to you. A warm smile made it’s way onto the blonde’s face as he let himself be shaken by you. He realises then, in his mind, that he likes it when you touch him.

You stopped shaking the man once he had laid his hand on top of yours, his nimble individual limbs easily finding your own and clasping between the slots of your fingers.

From that alone, your breath hitched in your throat.

The both of you usually held hands. Well, not usually, but it was normal for you to hold each other in close vicinity. And you never thought anything wildly of it; because Giorno was your good friend (right?) and these actions never meant anything more than that (right?!).

So right now, concerning that Giorno was giving you a look you’d never seen him give you before, all you could do was speculate that this was the effects of alcohol and that there was nothing ulterior behind his behaviour.

“C’mon man, gimme something solid.” You softly churned, smile warm and pupils doey.

Cerulean eyes stared back at you with intrigue but you didn’t know how to receive his approach. But once you felt Giorno’s thumb endearingly rub at your skin, you knew he was finally going to be serious with you.

“I like girls that pregame with me on top of their bed whilst we wait for our other friend to get here so he can drive us to dead parties.” He humbly mumbled.

Embarrassingly, it took you awhile to catch the hint Giorno was throwing you, eyebrows profusely furrowed with mild confusion. But it’s when you finally caught on, that your eyes widened with shock.

“Wait, oh…You—Giorno.”

The blonde held his tongue from replying straight away. More so because his heart was hammering against his chest, and he’s so sure you could hear it too, but even more so because he wanted to know your immediate reply.

But despite the confession, you felt oddly calm. A part of you knew you were supposed to feel a certain way because you’re really good friend had just revealed to you that you were his ideal type.

Or did he?

Knowing how much of a tease Giorno could be, you wondered if it was just that he was baiting you with.

Pouting, you questioned his casual confession.

“You better not just be saying that as a joke.” You unsurely asked.

Shaking his head, the blonde assured you else wise. You didn’t miss how his hands clasped onto yours tighter.

“No, I give you my word. I meant what I said. You’re genuinely my ideal type.” He muttered the last part.

Breathing heavily out of your nose you had to close your eyes for a second. You hadn’t planned or readied yourself for a confession tonight. Hell, you’d prepared for a rubbish party — not for one of your greatest friends to tell you… this.

A long whine made it’s way out of your throat as you covered your eyes with your other arm.

“Giogio, why didn’t you say something sooner, man? Why is it only now that I’ve asked you your type that you confess this to me?”

Despite your whine, the Joestar knew you were doing anything but.

Giorno gave you a pleasant smile as he raised your joined hands to his lips, giving the partnership an impromptu kiss on your side. Your skin flickered with the aftertouch of his kiss once he dropped your hands back onto his chest.

“How else was I going to tell you? Blurt it out in a raw confession in front of everyone we know? You don’t like that typa stuff.”

With a face of denial you removed your arm from your eyes as you hummed sarcastically.

“Uhm. How do you know that’s not what I’d want?”

“Because I know you.” He instantly quipped.

“Because you know me?”

“Mhm.”

All you could do was sigh humorously. Maybe the alcohol was getting to your head because how was this happening right now and how were you so casual about it?!

“Giorno, you’re so silly.” You cutely cooed as a giggle unapprovingly trickled out of your mouth.

The Joestar couldn’t help but to watch over you with a joy that he knows he hadn’t felt before. Maybe you did have a point; why did it take so long for him to confess to you?

A part of him felt ashamed that it was you who had to spark that journey in him. He hadn’t even cared that you were yet to confess back — and he wouldn’t force that of you; you had no obligation to feel the same way. But there was something churning at Giorno’s chest, nudging at his heart that assured him that wasn’t something he had to worry about.

All he wanted to do right now was embask in this moment with you, pregame or not.

“Maybe.” He mumbled. Your eyes were very pretty. Also, since when did your face get this close? “But you like em’ silly.”

Laughing again, you couldn’t help but to watch Giorno’s face with full intent of communicating a speechless message.

Squeezing his hand, you huffed aloud.

“Shit, you really do know me.”

(Sixteen minutes later, Mista arrives at your front door in a bounty of condolences, apologising profusely for his tardiness.

It then took him seven more minutes to notice how the two of you were intimately holding hands and staring enchantedly into each other’s eyes.)

#giorno x y/n #giorno x reader #giorno x black reader #giorno giovanna #jojo x reader #jojo's bizarre adventure #jojos bizarre adventure #jjba part 5 #golden wind

[normallyxstranger]

PSA RE: New Activity & Blog Changes

//Hey guys. Please take a few minutes to read this update.

I'm not back yet, but I might be slowly getting back into being active. Expect things to happen at a snail's pace, though, since my family is in the process of moving and cleaning out clutter.

I want to write again with people here. I miss it.

However, there's gonna be a few changes in how I'm doing things. Here we go:

I'm dropping ALL threads. I've been on a long hiatus. Most of my threads no longer appeal to me, or I've lost inspiration so I want a clean-ish slate. What does this mean? Well, if we RPed before and our characters had some sort of dynamic, those dynamics will remain. We can start new things, or return to previous thread plots or ideas.

If this is something that upsets you, then I sincerely apologize. I gotta do for myself. It is what it is.

As for these new threads, I am going to TRY to keep track of them. Maybe with a thread tracker, maybe in some other way. To keep from being overwhelmed, I might limit how many threads I take on. I haven't made any definite decision on that.

I will do memes only with Meme Monday, and I will send memes to others, but I may be pickier with which ones I continue as threads. The Character Spotlight will return and I'll try to update it once or twice a month when active.

These are the big changes coming to the blog but expect to see smaller changes too--like in formatting, graphics, queues, posts, reblogs, etc.

Exciting times, y'all.

You can find me on Discord anytime at frsoutherland.

If you've seen this and read through it, please leave a comment or a like.

Thank you.

Write On, F.R.

#ooc; write on #update #psa #psa; personal

[bomberqueen17]

alive

i am alive, i promise, sorry it’s been all queue of late

i made 28 quarts of chicken stock today-- well, packaged it-- actually i made it too, we’d cut the chickens up yesterday and stuck the stock pot in the walk-in cooler overnight but today i put the water in and plonked it on the stove, an enormous stock pot, and simmered it all day while we cut up the rest of the chickens. (yesterday’s chickens we cut up were for sausage, today’s were for sale as parts.) tomorrow we’re ostensibly making the sausage, we’ll see how that goes.

since CSA is over, Farmsister was available to help us today-- but just like last time she helped us, mostly what we needed her to do was to take everything out of the upright freezer in the commercial kitchen and find other places for it to go, which was a heroic undertaking and took her like two hours. it was a lot. she had to restock the farm store just to make room. so it was good, things are beautifully restocked, everything is organized and beautiful, but like, good lord, at what cost.

anyway i just stuck 28 quarts of chicken stock in there so tomorrow we’re gonna have to ask her to do it again, but i believe in her.

i have done like. zero writing this week. lots of 10+ hour days of work, so. oh the insulation in my cabin has been great though. i know it’s november now so i should expect it to be chilly but it’s been like-- warmish during the days mostly, and then in the evening it’s fine and i have actually woken up too hot and sweating twice in the last few days because i was still wearing pajamas and dressing my bed like i expected it to be in the mid-40s in the room where i’m sleeping and... well it’s not.

there’s a mouse making so much fucking noise though, and i haven’t been sleeping well because the fucker like, pitter-patters around the room while i’m trying to sleep. he’s louder because he has to rustle in through the insulation. the roof edging isn’t on properly yet so i cant’ exclude him. so a side project is that i’ve had cayenne steeping in water most of the week, and today i set it up with coffee filters and rubber bands over the mouths of jars, and filtered it into a spray bottle, and i’ve just sprayed cayenne water all along the bottom of the insulation where he’s been coming in. (I know because i can hear him and also see him.) so we’ll see how much noise he makes tonight. i don’t know that cayenne will actually deter him.

anyway i’m gonna have my queue post this tomorrow morning so idk, i’ll hopefully know by then. but i’m so tired, using the queue gives me a minute to proofread and then if i wake up in the middle of the night like “i used that word wrong” i have time to look again when i wake up.

i have so many writing projects underway and no time to work on them. i spent a bunch of time today while i was packaging cold dead raw meat thinking about various projects. it was a nice escape.

here is a surprise snippet from a background bit i’m working on, going slightly back in time to before Ciri re-established the Upper Aedirn Free State, featuring a new OC i’m going to make room for-- a very elderly elf named Faerveren who has aged out of the concept of gender, to give us some unexpected backstory.

Faerveren leaned in the doorway, giving the dh’oine who had so rudely knocked a once-over. He was tall, handsome, self-assured, though he looked a little tired and travel-worn, and the haughty arrogance of his expression was covering a bit of uncertainty. 

“I’m looking for Caerulia Fitzhugh,” he said. 

“I bet you are,” Faerveren said. “Since she lives here.” Faerveren xerself hadn’t lived here terribly long. The Fitzhughs had kindly offered xer a place to stay after xe had come to them injured and ill after the battle for the city. Many elves had needed treatment, but only Faerveren had merited the permanent invitation. Perhaps because the Fitzhughs could appreciate xer age. It was restful, being among others with a similar perspective on the passage of time. 

Faerveren watched the dh’oine’s expression go through disbelief into indignance, and relented slightly. “Are you here on behalf of someone who is sick?”

“No,” he said, frowning, “I need her help.” His frown deepened. “I believe it is not a matter that your kind could understand, elder brother.” He used an Aen Seidhe term, showing that he wasn’t entirely ignorant. 

“Ah,” Faerveren said, “I’m no one’s brother. But I see, you are not the dh’oine you look.” Neither were the Fitzhughs. This was vampire business, then. Another of the reasons Faerveren had been invited to stay was likely the complete lack of reaction xe’d had to the revelation that both Fitzhughs were bruxae. But Faerveren’s people had lived in peace with higher vampires, never their prey and never their antagonists, so it hadn’t been alarming to figure it out. It wasn’t as though they were particularly secretive about it. They tended not to shift or fly where anyone could see them, but Caerulia had a habit of gliding around without touching the ground because of an old foot injury, and nobody seemed to notice. The dwarves of Vergen were singularly unconcerned about vampires as well. 

“No,” the man said. “Can you tell her, Dettlaff is here? She knows me, though it has been years since we spoke.”

Faerveren sighed. “Perhaps you should come in and sit down,” xe said.

#snippet post #my writing #about the author #farm life

[cazort]

Ugh. Awful day. Six months ago my wife and I bought a washing machine and chose to buy a Speed Queen, which was much more expensive than most other brands, because it had a top-notch reputation and long warranty and we just didn't want to have to deal with breakdowns. This was a tough choice that we did not make lightly. Buying a house was a huge financial burden and my finances are now tighter than they've been in years, and the amount of money at stake matters. We were hoping to buy stability and leave us with one fewer thing to worry about during a stressful life transition.

Well a few days ago, it broke after 6 months, which is irritating enough, but the company has been hellish to deal with. They keep over-promising and under-delivering. Tuesday they said a local service company would reach out to schedule an appointment within 48 hours. Over 72 hours went by with no call. I called again today and the system said the wait time was 1 hour 6 minutes. This is literally the longest wait time I have ever had from any company. I put my number in the queue and they called me back...1 hour 50 minutes later.

The rep was barely helpful. She did not seem to understand the gravity or magnitude of the situation and spoke as if what happened to me was business-as-usual, rather than a rare, once-in-a-blue moon occurence that the company wanted to bend over backwards to fix. She tried calling the contractor and couldn't reach them. She did switch the ticket to a different contractor, who called me back later that afternoon, so now I have an appointment set up for next Thursday.

But I'm upset. I'm upset that I paid over twice the price for what I thought would be a premium product unlikely to break, and with a commitment to outstanding service, and instead I got a company that provides the longest hold times I have ever seen in my life, repeatedly makes promises it fails to deliver on, and reps that have no authority to escalate the issue or do anything to right the situation.

And I still don't know what is going to happen on Thursday. Will the contractor show up? Will they be able to fix it then and there, or will I have to wait days or weeks for a replacement part? Am I going to need to drag our laundry to the laundromat and incur additional costs doing so?

I have already filed a BBB complaint. I would like a partial rebate of the price I paid, because the value I have received is not worth what I paid for. I also am talking about my experience online.

Speed Queen has a top-tier reputation. They are a brand mainly used by laundromats, supposedly made to handle a heavy volume of use and last for many years. But the way they have treated me as a customer makes me feel like I've been cheated and would have done better buying a cheaper brand available at any box store.

I'm a reasonable person. I don't expect top-tier service if I buy a cheap, low-end product. I can even forgive mediocre service. But paying premium prices and then getting unspeakably bad service is just unconscionable to me.

If they had told me it might take a week to get contacted, I would be annoyed but it wouldn't be as bad as saying I would expect a call in a certain time frame and then have that call not come. And I might feel better if they did what most companies do, which is to at least apologize profusely and tell me they are really concerned with what is going on and escalate the situation. Like earlier this week I called my bank about something they messed up and the woman was like "Yeah you are right, the interface is actually really bad. I get why you are upset. We really need to improve that."

Like sometimes that's literally all it takes. Someone saying "Wow, we really messed up. I'm really sorry that sucks so much."

But no I didn't even get that.

And of course if this happens to me I'm gonna talk about it everywhere. So right now I am warning people about Speed Queen. They may have an amazing reputation but my experience with them so far has been awful.

#speed queen #washer #washing machine #home appliances #customer service

[motherofkittens94]

Ah gee I went to see hozier yesterday and yeah I enjoyed it the music was good but I had such a strange experience right first off this lady pulled me out the queue and put me to the front im used to this part happening and I'm usually kinda glad like yes that’s the one single disability perk right, queue jumping

but also this lady was making me hold her hand which was a bit much like you dont need to do that I can walk but yeah my disability is noticeable i guess and people think theyre doing good but anyway she let me go in ahead and yeah that was great but then I guess she was telling the whole staff about me or something because like literally every other ten minutes some new staff member would corner me ask if I was okay or why I was alone or if was I lost or if I needed help I would say I'm okay not lost im by myself I can manage but then some other person would come later and ask me again if i was okay and if I wanted help and Its like again??

eventually they moved me to the raised platform which is not what i booked ok but fine it is a better view there from thanks but I dont see why people felt the need to be checking me so much i wasnt drunk i wasnt injured i wasn't upset i was not doing anything out of the ordinary nothing that anybody else wasn't also or less even i mean there were very drunk people there and they weren't being asked if they were okay

I mean asking once fine nice even

twice ?understandable but like seven /eight times? Frickin weird leave me alone already I can manage

Like I feel I should be grateful they were helping me and it sort of was and you may think oh but everyone wanted to assist you wouldnt you perfer that? surely worse things could've happened instead you got better treatment thats good right?

Yeah maybe but you know it was going on so often it made me feel self conscious like clearly I was coming off as not normal and /or vulnerable somehow or maybe they didnt believe i was as old as i said i was or idk but i didn't ask for help and didn't really need it either I just wanted to have fun listen to music relax be a regular person like everybody else there

It would've been fine- if i had asked for help - I didn't

Also afterwards they didn't even let me leave until it was nearly empty and then they all waving at me like goodbye sweetie goodbye _like embarrassing how am i ever gonna come back here now after this

and then they made two guys walk with me all down the street because i was going home by myself ive done this same journey a billion times i know what im doing

so anyway thats not even the end of it because next I take the train back and get off my stop someone in the train gets off to ask I'm okay and if I know where to go like yes I'm going home then as I go up the hill this lady is following me annnd then she asks im okay and if i need help as well!

what do you think I'm doing!

like what the hell is wrong with me tonight that nobody thinks I'm okay? I don't know what you think is wrong whats the matter with me huh? I can't work out what I did that made everyone so concerned except just being there

I was by myself fair- i guess if someone was with me all this wouldn't have happened and yeah im a loser and i go to events by myself sometimes so what? its not illegal though is it im twenty eight not bloody five i literally live there I don't need help walking around im not lost I dont need you to pretend to befriend me I did not need help

Maybe i took this all the wrong way because yeah they wanted to help but it felt like every single person was singling me out and letting me know they think I'm strange and that I cant cope

Uncomfortable!

This is what i get for trying to do normal gal activities I guess

#me im an adult and can do things alone #the whole stupid city :umm sweetie no you cant you need assistance y #i dont know if im overreacting or making it a big deal #but did i need this no #shouldve made a drinking game out of how many times i was asked if was i okay #i dont know what to feel about this really #am i unreasonable for this or #was i supposed to enjoy getting special treatment #ugh #personal stuff #shut up bethan

[willalove75]

Two fics from me in one day?! Whaaaaaat?!

Truthfully I forgot I posted one already bc after I posted it I went straight into writing the second one and finished it much faster than I expected to, but oh well! You're welcome everyone😉

All jokes aside I did want to say I'm going to try and queue up some posts if I can get a few extras done, but my very best friend in the whole world (like this girl has been my best friend for over 20 years, I'm obsessed with her) is getting married and her bachelorette party is this coming weekend!

So I'll be traveling and celebrating from Thursday-Sunday and unless I can get a few things queued to fill the space, there's gonna be a lull in my posts! So let's say that's the real reason why I posted twice today😅😅

Usually work is quite boring (which is why I have so much time to write tbh) but it might pick up this week since I'll be out for two days. It's my goal to post once a day this week before I go but realistically I would like to get at least 2 posts out before I leave for the weekend.

So I'm not abandoning my fics, ya girl is just gonna be busyyy (s/o to the 6 weddings I have coming up this year🎉😅😂)

ALSO I MEANT TO MAKE A POST ABOUT THIS LIKE YESTERDAY BUT I REACHED 200 FOLLOWERS?!?!?! HELLO????

Guys I made this blog LESS THAN TWO MONTHS AGO. June 10th will be two months since I started this!!!! I'm averaging 100 followers a month?! That's INSANE.

Ik 200 followers isn't "a lot" in the grand scheme of social media, but 200 people liked my stories enough to follow me so they can see more of what I write?! Shut the fuck up that's insane

I say this every time so I'm sorry that I sound like a broken record but thank you all SO MUCH for all of your support and love.

Never, ever in a million years did I think any of this could happen to me. I never thought I'd get the courage to start writing fics and even more than that, if I did find the courage, I NEVER thought I would have so many amazing people consistently sharing/liking/reblogging/interacting/genuinely enjoying what I've written.

Seriously I am so goddamn grateful for every single one of you THANK YOU SO MUCH YOU GUYS ARE THE ACTUAL BEST💕💕

#hannah waddingham #rebecca welton #willalove75 #ted lasso #lady dimitrescu #alcina dimitrescu #rebecca welton fanfic #lady dimitrescu fanfic

[killerandhealerqueen]

Tag Game: Reveal Your Blogging Style

Tagged by @gabrielokun (Thank you!)

different blogs for different interests OR all-in-one blog

All or nothing, baby (also I just don’t have time to create another blog, it’s all fandom anyways)

default theme OR custom theme

one username till death OR change username according to mood/obsession

I’ve only changed my username maybe once or twice, but now that I have this one, I’m not fucking changing it

round avatar OR square avatar

Square just looks better, at least with the icons that I use

personal avatar OR fandom related avatar

It’s always going to be fandom.  Forever and always

thematic consistency between header image and avatar OR who gives a fuck

I like them to be from the same fandom, preferably

reblog without tags OR reblog with tags

Depends.  Most times I try to do both

category tags only OR personal commentary in tags

Both.  Most times I will do personal commentary, especially if I’m passionate about a gifset

like+reblog OR only reblog

Most times it’s like and reblog, sometimes it’s just reblog

replies allowed on posts OR replies switched off

I like talking to people in my replies but on god if you’re rude, you’re getting blocked or deleted

askbox open OR askbox closed

Always open (unless grad school gets busy and I need to focus but even then, I can’t keep it closed for more than like a day)

anons allowed OR anons blocked

Anons are allowed, unless you’re gonna be a little shit.  But most times, those asks just get deleted

respond to every mention in replies OR be a hermit

I do my best to respond

a quiet observer and enjoyer OR initiate conversation with an unknown blogger

I like to get to know people

send ask OR send message on chat OR converse with people in replies

All of the above

blog from computer/laptop OR blog from phone 

I mainly blog from my laptop but I scroll through tumblr and sometimes reblog at night on my phone

personal posts OR fandom posts only

I do both

have a well organised filled queue OR post intermittently and make it everybody else's problem OR post daily like it's a 9 to 5

We post daily, y’all (also I just don’t see the point of a queue function if I’m on tumblr all the time)

likes and following displayed on blog OR likes and following hidden

Tagging: @kpopfantasywriter @fourth-quartet @jungwons-crayola @eyesof-kkomi @hils79 @humanlighthouse @nineninepetals @marulo @marutmm @psychic-waffles @evil-moonlight @pi-erd @mkayswritings and anyone else who wants to play

#tag game

[strcngergirls]

KNOWING YOUR PARTNER WELL CAN POTENTIALLY MAKE WRITING TOGETHER A LOT EASIER. ( REPOST DO NOT REBLOG ! )

○  name: Elfie

○  pronouns: She/Her

○  preference of communication: Discord / IMs

○   name of muse(s): so many, too many... my masterlist of all that i currently write and/or are open to writing again is here (warning: its long and stinky)

○   platforms you’ve used: myspace (yikes), tumblr, facebook ( another yikes), & discord !

○   best experience: I’ve been so so so lucky in that I’ve met so many amazing people that I have created such cool characters and stories with as well as created lovely friendships that I cherish so so much & am still writing with some over a decade later! I was lucky enough to have ships with @paramcur​ that went through so much character developments and struggles(ic and ooc lmao) and created so many cool threads and storylines that i’m so grateful for & i’ll never be able to thank her enough for uwu ily deokseok forever

○    rp pet peeves / dealbreakers: a pet peeve is def godmodding & metagaming, but it doesnt happen as much as it used to in circa 2011. I’ve only really had it happen once or twice but it’s just... grrrr. As for dealbreakers, ooc drama and bullying is a hard no for me. I’ve been bullied out of rpgs and had people I love and adore be bullied off the site for mistakes they made in the past. People forget that this is supposed to be a fun and creative outlet and instead let their petty childish grudges get the best of them and it’s sad that no one is allowed to learn from their mistakes and it always just turns into a witch hunt

○    fluff, angst, or smut: I do have to say I prefer angst & fluff over smut, esp since most of my muses have horror elements interwoven in them in some shape or form. I’ve written smut (shivers) in the past but when it comes to the hankypanky for my muses i tend to prefer fade to black or just alluding to it. i’m asexual so personally its hard for me to have muse for smutty things but its just a personal preference so that we are all comfy and i’m not giving you half-assed replies!

○    plots or memes: I love both!! But if I had to pick one, I’d say memes honestly. I love improv and rolling with the punches, since it’s a.) fun and b.) a good exercise for getting into muse mindset. I love brainstorming plots though, so both are entirely welcome!

○    best time to write: my answer’s gonna be confusing but i usually write at night, in bed on mobile and then format, queue, and/or post them in the mornings when I can proofread & fluff as necessary. but the bare bones of most replies are done at nighttime when i’m half asleep lol

○    are you like your muse(s): yes and no. some muses have a lot more elements of me than others, but I would honestly say there are parts of me in every muse I write. Even the ones that are nothing like me, I use people and experiences I’ve had to try and make them more believable! Since I write so many different types of characters I really try hard to make sure they’re each distinctive and not just copy & paste muses

tagged by: @talesfromthevoiid​ ♥

tagging: @familybyerstm​ @creelsclocks​ @firstcurse​ @alwaysrevvedup​ @de2thletter​ @paramcur​ & whoever wants to do it ! 

#000. ━━ ooc ♡ ramblings. #its rare that i talk about myself so here ya go lmao #sorry for tagging u meg ily

[frogsandfries]

I've really struggled with the graphic novel this issue. I've really struggled to get any sort of queue built up, and I'm like two-thirds of the way through the issue. My latest update went live today and I don't have any new frames colored for this entire week. Then I've been completely goofing around with this QR code--I could actually barely work on it today because I had a migraine. I could have gotten at least half another update colored, but I've been trying to get more lettering done.

I'm actually hoping to attach the QR code to my backpack and maybe get just the tiniest bit of free advertising, since I take my backpack almost everywhere. So I'm hoping cross-stitching this new QR code isn't entirely a waste of time.

Then I also wanted to work on this mostly stupid, but also very practical, sketchbook carrier. Admittedly, I should have something like this for my purposes, but it just seems dumb to put my time into. But my sketchbooks should have extra support for as often as I find myself carrying them around everywhere when we go out.

Anyway, I'm hugely looking forward to getting this issue done and posted on Amazon. I can't wait for my next hiatus so I don't have to worry about posting new content for a minute. I'm going to do the Saturday script first and spend the rest of my six weeks coloring and lettering like a maniac. Yeah yeah, I know I haven't even finished volume one and I'm already trying to script for volume two??

Here's the thing: One thing at a time.

Once the script is done, even if it gets done in little chunks, then I don't have to devote anymore time to it, and I can spend more of my hiatuses on coloring and lineworking. Once the lineworking is done, then there remains only coloring.

I mean, really this project is going to take ages and ages, easily years even if I could just work on the graphic novel as my full-time job. But if I script one day each time I have a hiatus, and I take a hiatus about every 150 frames, the script will be done very, very quickly. I'll also have tons and tons of time, since each day is easily several hundred frames, to work out what's happening in the places I haven't had the freedom to really focus my attention.

Anyway, I'm gonna get some sleep. I'm gonna finish this QR code project tomorrow, and I'm going to ink this chunk of lineworks because the end of the year is rolling up rapidly and I deserve credit. I do this silly thing twice a year where I make a note of what frame I'm up to in coloring and inking. It's really interesting and gratifying to see the numbers and have a real idea of how well I'm actually doing.

I didn't even end up having time to work on my art book today. That's another really cool way to keep track of my progress.