#(for ryn mention lol)

[essektheylyss]

You know, with the fact that Ryn went and got herself petrified within a day of finding out just how willing the Ruby Vanguard are to fuck a wizard up, I do think that, while the bar is very low, Essek (as he is during the course of the campaign) really does deserve some credit for never ending up in such a self-imposed pickle that he needed his allied party to show up and save him from himself. In fact, the only time the Nein directly felt the need to worry about him was when Caleb put him in danger without thinking through certain connections that would be made, and even then, that was more of Caleb feeling guilt-ridden about it than actual worrying.

And to be very clear, Essek absolutely was and still to this day in canon is in a massive, self-imposed pickle, but when it actually comes down to it, the Nein were pretty tangential and superfluous to navigating that, and he's predominantly doing the work himself.

#anyway justice for essek thelyss's wisdom score. 😔 #I do think it's higher than one would expect. #look at both caleb and percy. no shoddy wisdom scores there! still touch things that really should not be touched. #sometimes high intelligence just overrules the wisdom score and that's all there is to it. #like! essek would have just peaced if he was found out! #hilariously he even like. asks very little of the nein on behalf of the court in the course of being their handler. #they mostly do the most buckwild shit and he just teleports them around. #gave them a house and some pretty chill work through waccoh and then like. mostly let them bop around wherever lmao #barely asked questions about wtf they were up to #tbt when they were like 'yeah can you teleport us to a dragon in the middle of the arctic' and he was like 'you're insane but sure lol.' #this is not serious do not come whine to me about it. I do not wanna hear it. I have to go back to writing now I just had the thought. #critical role #essek thelyss #cr spoilers #(for ryn mention lol)

[queen-scribbles]

Extremely 👀👀👀 moment in tLBT: Ryn will use Pan’s nickname but still doggedly insists on Liefred for Red.

I wonder why >:3

#queen rambles #writer stuff #pan is VERY *EYES EMOJI* about this #red thinks it's odd but isn't reading deeper #tlbt #hee hee hee #yeah guess who just made an actual appearance rather than just being mentioned/off-screen #nobody ships ryn/red harder in-universe than pan and neon lol #so i gotta bring one of them in

[thepeculiarbird]

WIP questionnaire

Thanks @kaylinalexanderbooks

Rules: answer as few or as many as you'd like!

Tag : @raiden-makoto @sarandipitywrites @jaelink @aalinaaaaaa @lyutenw @buffythevampirelover @nettleandthorne @finxi-writes @arwenschepers @corruptedbread @whimsical-blood-fairy @unrepentantcheeseaddict @kidukami @ryns-ramblings @rowenas-my-fave-child @mysticstarlightduck

1. What was the first part of your wip that you created?

I'm not sure how i'm supposed to answer but by the person who tagged me answers, I think mine is the characters but only Madhi and Noe (Dan being a random pilot with no name back in 2019)

3. Who are your favourite characters you've made? Why?

I obviously love my main characters because I've wrote about them for so long and they're just the best. For the less important mcs, my fav would be Devyn because she's a really interesting character. She's so silly but at the same time she's going to have an important role later in the serie and I'm really excited to write about it.

6. Are there any animals in your story? Talk about them!

It's briefly mentionned once or twice but Dan and Alec have a cat, her name is Cloud because she's white/grey and looks like a cloud!

8. What part of your wip are you working on rn?

The last chapter of Draft 1, I'm not stuck but I'm currently busy this week and the next one so I won't work on it a lot. Hope I can finish it soon tho!

9. What aspects (tropes, maybe?) of your wip do you think will draw people in?

Just cult stuff I guess.

10. What are your hopes for your wip?

Publish it lol.

#writing #writing community #project lmotr #writers on tumblr #writeblr #writers #project dgkotr #don't get killed on the road #🍭 #📷 #🛹 #🖌️ #🎸 #☁️

[100hearteyes]

I loved this last episode of CR, but also have a couple of gripes with it and the overall arc. I can't overstate how epic the episode was and how much I love a BIG LOT of what's been done so far in C3, but I also need to rant about two or three things that have been bothering me lol

(ignore if you don't wanna read mild criticism)

First, Ludinus's plan with Vax relied on too many variables and probably's. Orym or no Orym, he assumed Keyleth would intervene in-person for sure at the end, therefore luring Vax out, which... Yeah, very very likely, but should you really hinge a huge master plan a thousand years in the making on 'very likely'? I wouldn't fuck with that many odds tbh.

Secondly, and this is an issue I've had with this campaign at large since the Ruidus plot really kicked off, I think the fact that Bells Hells were always clearly in over their heads in this was a bit of a turn off for me, or at least took me out of it a bit, because the whole thing felt too big, too soon for the campaign. Like, how do you follow this up? How do you justify another nearly two thirds or over a half of campaign? Because yeah, if C1 and C2 are anything to go by, we haven't even hit the halfway mark for Bells Hells. How do you keep the stakes high enough for people to care when you've had this monumental arc so soon when the characters aren't even level 10 and are so clearly out of their depth? This feels like endgame, but we aren't even halfway through. Mind you, I love this arc (despite the incessant lore dumps, some of which quite boring tbh) and thought 51 was epic. Legit cried when Vax showed up and then got my heart broken. Also wanted a lot more Beau and Caleb, though, and those rolls by Liam and Marisha taking them out so soon felt really unsatisfying tbh, even if they helped flesh out just how strong these villains are. I think that's part of the problem - Lvl20 Keyleth and Vax plus Lvl~18 (?) Caleb and Beau were no match for them, how could the Hells even make a difference besides delay the inevitable? So yeah, I think that's my main gripe: the disproportionate threat level, which also made it glaringly obvious from the beginning that there was no winning there - not completely. Not to mention that it somewhat strips players of their agency imo. Of course there were some bad rolls and bad decisions. The Imogen/Liliana persuasion check, Ashley - who is my favorite player and must be protected at all costs, mind you - was pretty much useless (it seems she thought they had more time, otherwise definitely wouldn't have skipped turn after turn after turn, especially considering Fearne had the potential to do great damage to the bad guys' plan - BIG roleplaying moment from Ashley by not going for the beacon, though. That was SO tempting, but she managed to stay true and not metagame), the Beau and Caleb rolls (Beau's above all, since she had advantage), Orym failing to destroy the backpack when he was THAT CLOSE, Marisha forgetting to check the scry ball sooner early on, their bad rolls which delayed the destruction of the power cores in the chambers (could have got to more of them had they done it faster), FCG breaking Ryn (a mix of bad roll and bad decision), Chetney spending all that time on a vain climb, etc. Like, again, yes, a lot of things could have gone differently, but I really think that the final outcome, whatever the iteration, was pretty much out of the players' hands.

Thirdly, and I promise this is the last one, although I loved loved loved loved loved to see Beau and Caleb and Keyleth and Vax, I think the waters may be starting to murky a bit regarding the utilization of former PCs. Marisha hasn't rolled once for Keyleth (as far as we know) but rolled for Beau, even though Matt plays both. So Iike, what's the rule here? Why do Marisha and Liam's rolls only decide some characters' fates? Is it fair to hinge Beau and Caleb's success on the players' roles even though you're the one playing them now? Like, you could see the added tension to Liam and especially Marisha, knowing they each had not one but TWO characters' lives on their hands and couldn't even make decisions for one of them. I don't know that the added pressure is very fair to the players. And, again, why do it for Beau and Caleb and not every other character they've played that shows up? And is it fair to do it for one set of characters and not the other? We go back to the main question: what is the rule?

Anyway I guess I just needed to verbalize my thoughts about the few things I didn't like 😆

That said, I CAN'T WAIT to see what happens next and I really hope Fearne still gets to meet Beau eventually. My girl Ashley deserves it.

#critical role #cr spoilers #cr c3 spoilers #cr c3 #spoilers #my thoughts #critical role spoilers

[starlitangels]

More of my mythology brain goin' brr

Hades only mentions Zeus and Poseidon being his siblings, and not his other ( mythological) siblings, being Hera, Hestia, and Demeter.

Probably cus, Zeus was married to Hera, and Persephone was Zeus and Demeter's daughter. It would be a pile of spaghetti that is the mythologically accurate greek gods family tree.

Probably best that they aren't related.

Wait, so does that mean that Hermes, Artemis, Apollo, Athena, Ares, Hephaestus, Dionysius, literally 7% of ancient greece( yes i took that from somewhere) are our cousins?

Welp, late night thoughts with Ryn lol(?)

Yeah. He also says one of them is his sister but doesn't say whether it's Poseidon or Zeus.

Yeah Greek mythology is a mess. So is Norse, tbh

I don't think we're going to have that many cousins XD Whether fortunately or unfortunately is up to you, I suppose. The beauty of GB's storytelling is adding subtle references to the mythologies the names come from, but making his own stories with new frankly quite refreshing twists

#Good Boy Audios #answered #Ryn ♥️

[captainderyn]

Get To Know Me

Tagged by @tiredassmage, @elveny, and @anchanted-one thank you <3

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Share Your Wallpaper:

My current laptop background is the art of Ryn I commissioned from @sbeep

And my current phone lock screen is this really cool piece of the Normandy:

I won't share my home screen but its a picture of my partner and one of our cats <3

Last Song Listened To: It was either Bite Me by Avril Lavigne or Tantrum by Charlotte Sands, can't remember lol.

Last Movie: I thiiink it was John Wick 3? We've been watching the John Wick movies after my partner learned I'd never seen them.

Craving: More sleep. I don't need more sleep but I really want more sleep. Also been really wanting some pickles/salty stuff the last few days.

What are you wearing rn? PJs/lounge clothes still! Flannel pj pants, black sweatshirt, and fluffy white blanket.

How tall are you? 5'6!

Piercings: I have my ears pierced, which only happened over the summer lol. I'd love to maybe get another piercing in each ear but don't feel inclined enough to go do it yet.

Tattoos: I have one! It's on my inner left bicep and its Mt Washington/the presidential range of the White Mountains with the Orion constellation above the peak. It's got some personal meaning to it but also just liked the way it looked. In theory I want at least one more tattoo, I want to shards of Narsil somewhere on my body but I can't decide where (Well, it makes most sense in my brain to get it on my inner forearm but I don't know if I want it there).

Glasses/contacts: Neither!

Last Drink: Technically water but I'm going to go make myself some earl grey tea with a splash of coffee (its really good, saw it on MorganDrinksCoffee's youtube channel).

Last Show: Uhh...I think it was an episode of The Circle on Netflix over dinner Sunday night because it was a stressful weekend and we just needed something super chill and ridiculous to watch.

Last thing you ate: I got dinner at Culvers last night because I wanted a salted caramel milkshake lol. And their cheese curds (Thank you midwest/south for introducing me to Culvers)

Favorite Color: Kinda swings around between a deep plum purple and a burgundy color.

Current Obsession: Still teetering on the obsession edge of Cyberpunk 2077, though its not got as much of a choke hold on me as it has the last like...two months. Elden Ring is lurking in the background menacingly.

Unrelated Obsession: The Exiled Fleet series by JS Dewes has taken root once again because her new book Rubicon comes out today. So I've been consuming a lot of recorded interviews/con panels/ect in anticipation.

Any Pets: In this household: one menace tuxedo cat pulled from a dumpster in Texas (Blasto) and my poor cinnamon roll of an orange maine coon mix (Atlas).

Honorary mention is Zeke, the 120lbs golden german shepard mix that was a stray down here last summer and I fell in absolute love with but couldn't feasibly adopt, who now lives with my parents up in New England lol.

Do you have a crush on anyone? My partner :P Also fictional characters/OCs

Favorite Fictional Character: HMM way too many to count tbh. Aragorn is probably the longest running fictional character because hooo boy. Can I say female V from Cyberpunk? I think the voice acting for her was done phenomenally. But if I had to choose from not toeing the OC line, probably Adequin Rake from the Last Watch (Js Dewes).

Last Place Traveled: Not counting the city for work or like...~moving~ out here probably to the other side of Kentucky to visit in-laws before I moved out of state. Or maybe back home to NH over the summer? Depends on technicalities of "travel" lol.

Tagging: @greyias annnd....anyone else who sees this and is inclined to do it!

#tag games #captainderyn memes

[ryndicate]

꘏ Meet the Writer ꘏

I go by Soryn, or Ryn, whichever you prefer! Likes/asks/comments will come from my main @darlingsanzu only mooties may call my Rynnie ;3

Short summary of me

I'm in my mid 20s, I work full time, and I am one of the most infrequently social person you'll ever meet. Despite that I am a very excitable and soft person and I love chatting about anything, but especially anime :3 My ask box is wide open!<3 also it is physically painful for me to not use some kind of smiley face :) I love them :D I want people to know I'm smiling >:) (painfully addicted to emojis and the use of 'lol' cant help myself)

THings you absolutely must note:

If we chat enough for me to give you my discord, you'll find that very often it takes me several days upwards of weeks to respond. i sweAr im not ignoring you---my social battery is just sad and recharging.

IF YOU SEE ME active on discord ((especially for hours at a time) and I'm not responding to messages, I am definitely gaming with my man. We play games together as quality time, and we're never tired of each other.

Other stuff

Watching: TR s2, KnY (Swordsmith village arc)

Watched: I had to make a list it was too long

Reading: Blue Lock, TokRev, Jujutsu Kaisen, Jigokuraku

Read: was gonna make a list but it wasn't long enough for a link. Csm is the only one I'm caught up with, and AoT and Wotakoi are the only manga I've finished lol. I did read TR but i read it too fast and didnt really retain it.

Manhwa/Webtoon: Under the Oak Tree, Isnelda, Let's play, Lore Olympus, Fly Me to the Moon, Moonrise by the Cliff, Finding Camelia (god i cant wait for next season), The Tainted Half, Lady Devil, My Dear Maid & The Losing Streak and so so many more.

Playing: sons of the forest, stardew (again again but this time with mods), project zomboid (yes again)

My Calendar&lt;3

likes: Michael Kaiser, sugar and sweets!, vampires, purple, cats, old libraries, candles, Genma's senbon, writing, baking, pringles, binge reading/watching, thefatrat, 4am, Kakashi, obsessing with the same song for 3 days straight before looking for a new one—cycle repeat, comfort blankets, painting my nails 5 different colors, high fantasy and angst!

dislikes: Michael Kaiser, hot tea (i need my iceee), being in cars, making themes, loud storms & heavy wind, artificial banana, prunes, vanilla scents, yelling, spiders, jump scares, red/orange/yellow, cheese curds, pretzels, dresses, starwars (oop), sore throats, bright neons, repetitive noises

MY FANDOMS AND THEIR BABY GIRLS

Trigun

Vash, Knives, Wolfewood

Tokyo Revengers

Sanzu, Hanma, Chifuyu, Shinichiro, Imaushi, Mikey, Draken, Rindou, Mitsuya, Takemitchi

Soul Eater 

Stein, Akane, Soul Evans

Jujutsu Kaisen

Gojo, Megumi, Sukuna, Choso, Itadori, Yuuta, Inumaki, Nanami

Jigokuraku

Gabimaru, Tenza, Chobei, Shion

My Hero Academia 

Touya, Bakugou, Shinso, Izuku, Kirishima, Mirio, Natsuo, Enji,  Aizawa, Iida

Naruto 

Kakashi, Genma, Itachi, Shisui, Jiraiya, Obito, Yamato, Kisame, Hidan

Hunter x Hunter 

Hisoka, Illumi, Ging, Uvogin, Chrollo, Phinks, Neferpitou, Knuckle

Haikyuu

Iwaizumi, Oikawa, Hanamaki, Matsukawa, Kita, Suna, Aran, Atsumu, Osamu, Tendou

Chainsaw Man 

Kishibe, Aki, Angel Devil, Yoshida, Denji

Blue Lock 

Kaiser, Oliver, Lorenzo, Ness, Noa, Kunigami, Gagamaru, Reo, Nagi, Rin, Sae, Shidou

Bleach 

Daddy Kurosaki, Daddy Ishida, Gin, Ulquiorra, Renji, Kensei, Shunsui

Black Clover

Yami, Fuegoleon, Zara, Nozel

Attack on Titan 

Zeke, Eren, Reiner, Porco, Jean, Conny

Honorable Mentions

Akaza, Tengen, Hantengu Clones, Kogami, Captain Obi, Thorkell, Alucard, Hector, Nishio, Kaneki

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Since I will probably never going around changing the border colors on my oneshots I will leave this little homage here for colors come and gone

October - December 2022

December 2022 - February 2023

Current

#about me

[ultimate-queen-of-fandoms2]

hey

Sort of cracks moon theory

When I was watching c2 nd we were initially learning abt Cognouza and were unsure about what it was, I shared Jesters theory of "the eyes of nine city in the astral sea" potentially being that big god killing device

anyways, that wasn't it. We never learned what the God killing weapon of Aeor was.

What if its Ruidus? No one knows what it is after all, and it's unknown when it came into existence.

It also does not play a role with any major religion with exandria, so it's odd to be related to the betrayer gods as well. And it's taken to be a bad omen, and a god destroying weapon is a pretty bad omen.

Also, one more thing. Quoting this from the CR wiki page on Ruidus:

"Some worry that rare double eclipses, where Catha and Ruidus simultaneously overlap the sun, cause the Material Plane and other planes to calamitously intersect."

The wiki page also mentions that Ruidus "sometimes glows or flashes at seemingly random times."

Anyways, where else have we heard about odd planar disturbances with no apparent source? Planerider Ryn, or rather the notes that Jester read when the party took refuge in the Fire Plane

"I continue to find an aberration in my data pertaining to Exandria, a cyclical, months-long, slow surge in low-level magical interference that then recedes just as slowly. Something that tangles my readings and upsets my analysis. It is too faint to identify the arcane nature at source, but I worry if this pertains to to the shifting between the veils. It could be something very interesting. Something very frightening. Very wonderful. More tests are required."

Maybe that something is the moon? Who knows ahshdhdgd

Taking my tinfoil hat off now lol

#critical role #critical role theory #cr theory #cr c3 theory #i wanna know more about the moon and the planes matthew #let us meet planerider ryn plsssss

[starryingenue]

More like poetic and not pathetic! 💕

omg kyra i know this is you and i love you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! for all of you who don’t know, kyra is the love of my life, the light of my life, my wife, my fiancée, my whole world, and most importantly my bro. she’s my best friend and if anything happened to her i would kill everyone in this room and then myself

psssssssst go follow her she’s @flourescent-bubbles

#lol office reference even though i’ve never watched it #ryn replies #anon #but i know who it is!!!!! #k #mobile is being a bitch and mentions won’t work

[garfinkelstingle]

i chose you | draco malfoy

pairing: draco malfoy x fem!reader (also mentioned past!theodore nott x reader, past!george weasley x reader and past!oc x reader)

warnings: none? at least i don’t think so lol. first time i didn’t use any swear words ha. kinda angst but with a very fluffly ending though!!

word count: 2.1k

summary: inspired by “pierre” by ryn weaver; reader has tried to find someone else to love, someone whom she wasn’t so afraid to lose, but in the end she always kept coming back to draco

a/n: hi!!!! yes!!!! so sorry i havent posted in literal ages but school is a pain and my bio exam is coming up and with all the stress i just havent been able to sit down and actually write :( but i got this idea last night and just had to put it down!!! not my best work but i’m happy with it nonetheless and hope u will be too <3 ALSO OMG WHAT I CANT BELIEVE THERES MORE THAN A HUNDRED PEOPLE FOLLOWING THIS BLOG AND READING MY STUFF ??? that is nothing if not absolutely wild

masterlist

She was currently in her seventh year, which meant that she had somehow managed to break the hearts of a total of three guys in the last three years. That had to be some kind of record.

The funny thing about all of this, though, was that through all of it her heart had remained untouched because the person it belonged to, who had every right to rip it into a million shreds, didn’t.

At first there had been Theodore Nott. It had made sense for the two of them to get together. They were both pureblood Slytherins, knowing each other from when they were children and would attend the same boring events their parents were adamant on throwing and dancing the night away in some hidden corner and laughing at the adults who got too drunk and started making fools of themselves.

It had been exactly the kind of relationship one was to except from two fifteen year old teenagers who had been friends since long before they even knew that there was such a thing as kissing with tongue: Messy and childish, with unnecessary fights breaking out all the time, her screaming at him to just give her space and let her breathe and him being jealous of the time she was spending with Draco Malfoy, time she should be spending with him, her boyfriend, instead.

Every time they fought they would ignore each other for a day or two and then just pretend like nothing happened, with him being just as clingy and her spending just as much time with Draco as she had before.

He had told her he loved her by Christmas and she had broken up with him less then three minutes later.

After that came George Weasley. Things were different with him. He was older than Theodore had been, and she was, too. She could see herself falling in love with him in another life, a life that didn’t have a certain platinum-haired boy in it.

She had wanted to try, had wanted to believe that maybe things could work out. For a while, they did. George made her happy, happier than anyone around her expected.

It was an odd match, truly, with him being goofy and sarcastic, trying to take life as lightly as possible and her being the embodiment of the Slytherin house, cold and hard and as closed off as one could be. But George tried with everything he could to make her laugh, told her the corniest jokes and used the cheesiest pick-up lines on her and for the first time in her life she had felt giddy. Being with him had brought out a side in her that nobody else had before, not even Draco, one where she would giggle when she found something funny, no matter how silly it was, and one where she would snort with laughter whenever her boyfriends twin made a remark about how he truly felt sorry that George had gotten all the ugly genes, not caring how embarrassing it might be.

She had prayed, every night, that she would wake up the next morning and be in love with him, the same way she had prayed that he would wake up and decide not to tell her he was. Because she knew he was, by the way his gaze lingered a little longer on her than usual, his eyes softening and mouth turning into a smile sweeter than honey. All she wanted was to slap that look off his face because she didn’t want this to end, not now, not ever, but she couldn’t lie to him, not like that, not when he didn’t deserve it, when all she wanted to do was love him. Maybe he knows, she thought. Maybe that’s why he hasn’t said it yet. Maybe he never will and we can just pretend forever and this happiness never has to end. Maybe, maybe, maybe.

But like expected, it didn’t last. She had cried that day harder than she ever had before. Not because her heart broke, because of course it didn’t. How could it when it was being held so tightly by someone else, someone who just wasn’t George? But seeing him hurt, watching his heart break, made her feel a sadness she never had before. A part of her had wanted for him to scream at her, to tell her that she was a terrible person and that he hated her, something, anything, to make her think that she had done the right thing, that she hadn’t just thrown away something good and right. Instead he smiled at her the saddest smile she had ever seen and pressed a kiss to her temple and told her “It’s alright” and Merlin did she hate him right now because why did he have to be so good?

She had vowed herself to stop at that, to not ever go through anything like that ever again and to never, ever, put anyone through that, either.

Then Pierre came and it’s like she had forgotten everything that had ever happened.

He was an exchange student from Durmstrang who was supposed to spend the first half of their seventh year with them and for some reason, she believed that he might be the one. Believed that Pierre, with his crooked nose and broken English, might be the one who might actually make her forget Draco, who might manage to take her icy little heart from him and melt it and make it his. A part of her believed that Pierre might actually be the very first person to break it and even though it should’ve, it didn’t scare her.

They had spent every waking moment together, aware that their time together would be short. He had told her that he loved her and held her tight when she told him that she couldn’t say it back, telling her that it was okay, that as long as she was by his side, he had everything he needed. It would’ve made so much sense had it been him.

He was funny and charming, rich and beautiful, kind and caring. And yet every time she looked at him she only noticed all the things that he wasn’t, compared to Draco.

And now here she was at the Astronomy Tower, thinking of no one else but the Slytherin boy, moments after breaking up with Pierre, someone who could’ve been it, someone who had to be it, because no matter how much she wanted it, he just never would be.

It had always been and always would be Draco.

Draco, who had been her closest friend from the moment the pair of them stepped on the Hogwarts Express for the very first time.

Draco, who had been her first kiss and first of everything else, who had taken up all the time before and after and in-between her boyfriends.

Draco, who has always been the person Y/N could run to whenever something or someone was bothering her, who would listen and give advice whenever he knew she needed some, who would rub soothing circles on her back and hold her while she cried.

Draco, who had told her he loved her and whom she loved back.

Draco, who had stayed by her side even after she had told him that she couldn’t be with him, not when it meant that she might lose him.

Draco, who was coming up the stairs now after hearing the news that Pierre, too, was nothing but history.

“It’s never going to work with any of them, you know?”

Of course she did. How could it possibly work when she was never fully in, when her heart would always and forever belong to someone else?

“It doesn’t hurt to try, does it?” she told him, turning her head to the side once he joined her at the railing, looking out at the beautiful night sky. He looked so exhausted and she couldn’t blame him, not when she knew that it was partially her fault. Maybe even mainly.

Exhaling, he carefully cupped her face with both hands, as if she was as delicate as porcelain and he was afraid that he might break her. “Every time I see you with someone, anyone, else, all I can think is how wrong it is because you should be with me. We both know that that’s where you belong, Y/N.” And he was right, really, truly, right.

He was the one and only person she belonged with, the only person she could ever imagine herself belonging with. Because at the end of the day, it didn’t matter how well she fitted with Theodore, or how happy George made her, or how perfect Pierre seemed to be.

None of them would ever be Draco. None of them would ever know the right thing to say when she was upset. None of them would ever know that her favourite Bertie Bott’s Every Flavour Bean was, in fact, mint, even though she insisted that it was watermelon, simply because the fresh taste reminded her of him, the way everything else always seemed to.

None of them would ever understand how there was not a single soul more important and valuable to her than Draco, who knew all of her deepest and darkest secrets and still chose to stay by her side, someone who was so irreplaceable that the mere thought of maybe, someday, somehow losing him was just not something she even dared to think of.

That had been the reason why she told him that she couldn’t be with him all those years ago. Not because she didn’t want to, but because she knew herself. She knew she was a screw-up, knew that she would eventually find a way to push him away, to make him see that he could do so much better than her. That had never been something she worried about with anyone else, because she knew that none of it mattered anyways. She could lose every single person around her without giving it a second thought because as long as she had Draco, everything would be alright.

But losing him? That’s not something she would ever be okay with.

Seemingly having read her mind, he lowered his head until their foreheads were touching, still softly cradling her face in his hands, the cool material of his rings on her cheeks sending a small shiver down her spine.

“You’re not going to lose me, Y/N. Not ever.” he reassured her, giving her a quick peck on the lips.

Tears began streaming down her face and she wasn’t even sure why. Was it because she was touched by his words? Or because she so desperately wanted them to be true but knew that they might not be, that that might not be a promise Draco could keep? Or maybe the fact that she broke up with her boyfriend finally caught up with her, even though she was highly suspicious of that being the case.

“You can’t know that for sure.” she whispered, grasping his wrists and holding on for dear life. “What if you realise that you have to? That you can’t stay?”

Wiping the tears off her face, he gave her a sad smile. “Do you know how much it hurt to watch you with them? All of them? Wishing that it would be me, knowing that it should be? I could have left, could have told you that it was too much, that I was done, but I knew, I always knew, that at the end of the day, eventually, you’d choose me because I chose you. I chose you that very first day on the train and I’ve been choosing you every day since.”

Wrapping her arms around his neck she pulled him in for a passionate kiss that was equal parts messy and hungry, the taste of her salty tears mixing with the fresh taste of the breath-mints that were almost as much a part of him as she was.

There would never be a day where she wouldn’t be terrified of losing him, but pulling away she looked him in the eyes and said the one thing she had heard far too many times by far too many people and never had the guts to say back.

“I love you, too.”

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[dallonm-archive]

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july writing update

Hi friends! This writing update is me pretending I did Camp Nano and didn't kinda give up a week in! I had a proper goal and everything, but a lot of things got in the way that I'm not gonna talk about here because I already ranted about it in another update I'm drafting rn. Lets just say it's Disability Pride Month and being not neurotypical or able bodied in writing communities and their inherent focus on productivity is Hard.

But I did get some writing done and wanted to do a little Camp wrap up post regardless. And I'm doing it now because I'm cancelling the last week of July for some rest/self care and I do not want to think about writing for that time and if I write a tumblr post about July Nano being over my brain will think it's actually over <3 I will probably do updates like these for most months tho! Depends on how much I write lol! This one is not too long (by my standards) and has some Revelations, Revelations, Life Cycle of Massive Stars, Nocturne for the Holy and a new wip idea 👁️

excerpts under the cut!

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I'm also editing this in to say I only just realised that July is my writeblr birthday month and that is very weird to me! A year and a couple days ago I impulsively turned an old blog into a place to document writing for me and ended up meeting people who now mean the world to me and my writing blossoming in a way I never thought it would. And the funny part is it doesn't feel like it's been a year, ever since I joined it's just felt like life has Always been this way and I cannot fathom that it hasn't. I'm sappy bc it's 4am lol but ultimately the friends I made (you know who you are) and the community I found is what retaught me the value of writing and helped me unlearn toxic ideas and whilst the last year was tough I wish I could tell July 2020 Dallon (who did not realise he was Dallon yet </3) what July 2021 would look like.

revelations, revelations ;

Oh the absolute state of affairs with this book rn. Nothing bad but I don't know when I'm gonna update y'all because sometimes I do not know where to start when talking about this wip lol! Currently on a break with it (but also my thesis work is on late 20th century queer lit/history rn so am ever really free of RR? <3) but had a lot of fun with it at the end of June/start of July. Anyway here's Dorothy finally revealing more of herself to me after a year. Dorothy as a character is like, I truly believe she is capable of killing a man but the story she is in just does not allow that so I am trying to grow her unhinged side a little bit in other ways bc I know she has it in her but I also really cannot deal with the plot repercussions of her actually killing a man! I'm sorry Dotty but this'll have to do!

(cw for groping/a man being creepy as hell, death/funeral mention, drug mention, drowning imagery kinda)

There’s too much to tell Felix. That his sister lives on the fringe of Castro and has attended three funerals since September; that it’s January 11th and she’s already attended one this year. That his sister drives through sunsets and imagines parties: the amber dusk, warm mosaic tiles, platters of Greek salad skewers and shrimp tostadas, and sometimes Jolie joins her and they share a blunt on the hill. That his sister bought an aquamarine body-length dress for six bucks in a thrift store sale bin, so when her and Jolie broke up for the second time, she waltzed into a sunset party, locked arms with a CEO’s son and gave him a fake number and plucked strawberries out of champagne and blended so well nobody noticed when she left. That during the summer of ’83, his sister walked a neighbour’s Golden Retriever on Wednesdays, and on the sixth Wednesday he gave her a wad of tens with one hand and palmed the back of her neck with the other, so she walked his dog to the beach and stole another hundred from his wallet. That his sister bombed an interview for a Nursing school and didn’t get home until night and missed their monthly call, and Jolie heard the phone ring and didn’t take a message, so his sister snuck into the CEO’s son’s villa and floated in the centre of their heated pool like a cloud. A pause, a breath, an Opheliean threat.

life cycle of massive stars ;

Switched to LCOMS this month because I was burnt out with RR and it made such the difference! I really love working on two novels at once because it keeps me consistently creative but also both of these books are so different so its always refreshing to bounce back into one from another. I have a whole update in the drafts rn for this so keeping this part brief but still love this book, still the best thing that has ever happened to me, me and this book will have a glorious summer wedding etc etc. These excerpts are from chapters that summarise the first semester of each character's first year and have to say it. has been Very Fun to get into the mindset of Freshers Melodrama. Here's Junie having a crisis and an unhealthy relationship with her hetero flatmate :( (alcohol cw for both excerpts)

In October you are drinking double espresso and trying to breathe normally in lectures and you are trying to figure out your favourite colour because Fleur asked and you stumbled out an answer (Purple, I think. Violet? Lavender? Indigo?) and it didn’t match hers (I like yellow. I like sunlight). You buy mugs from IKEA to paint you paint cats and fireworks and constellations and moon phases and daisies. You try to scratch paint stains off your desk. You do laundry at 2am. In October you colour code your notes with pastel highlighters. You go to the library at 3am. You paint your nails sunlight and hate it. You finish an essay that’s due in December. You knock on Fleur’s door at 8am so she makes her 9am. You wear off the shoulder tops and you let a girl dab glitter on your collarbones and you are watching Fleur kiss a boy from the neighbouring hall. You bite your sunlight nails. You break the handle off your IKEA constellation mug. You leave your keys in a lecture hall and stand at the reception for forty minutes waiting for them to realise that the keys on the desk have the moon chain you mentioned - or, you are waiting to say it yourself. You are watching the rain trail down your window. In October you get a halo headband tangled in your hair you are sipping a vampire themed cocktail that tastes like acetone you rip your heels off and you go home early and do laundry at 2am and you are waiting for the courage to tell Fleur you don’t like clubbing - or, you are waiting for her to ask where you are. In October you are many things / a good student a dancer a painter an angel a big sister an alarm clock you are nocturnal and a lucid dreamer and confused about your sexuality / and it’s still October but it’s not because it’s November now and you are still Junie but not because you don’t know who Junie is. It’s November, it’s September October November December. It’s 2016 2017 2018 2019. You are fragments and you don’t know if you are a kaleidoscope or shattered glass.

And here's first year Tomas being like I Moved Countries For University And All I Got Was Homesickness And A Crush On My Flatmate And Resurging Autistic Symptoms And This Lousy T Shirt (cw: vomit mention, injection mention, parental death mention)

Kristen is seven months younger and five inches taller than you. He’s the last flatmate you met and the only one you talk to beyond kitchen greetings and passive aggressive texts about dirty dishes. He is too quiet and too loud and not the type of person you befriend. The first night, he lost Ring of Fire and downed the concoction of Echo Falls, Dark Fruits, Jack Daniels and coke, vodka and lemonade alongside a cigarette and said he’d let God figure out the rest. He held your hair back when you threw up amaretto and held onto your knee when you first self-injected testosterone. He taught you Yorkshire dialect and you pretended to understand the Yorkshire dialect. He told you he got diagnosed at four and you told him you didn’t get past the first assessment but sometimes you flick the bathroom light on and it’s fire: the orange on the orange towel is louder, the white on the white tiles are louder, the colours and light and sink and showerhead are prickly and all you can do is blink and breathe until it fizzles out. You reminded him to take his meds and asked if you were weak for wanting to drop out and hop on the first Eurostar to Rotterdam. He reminded you to take off your binder and asked if he was robotic for not grieving his mother. You spent inky nights on the kitchen floor, counting the dead flies in the lights and scooping crumbly coconut ice cream out of a maker you got for half price in TK Maxx. You spent dusk-dusted afternoons at the global street food markets, at the vegan markets. Spent student loans on raspberry lemonade in recycled cups, veggie burgers in beetroot buns, got him hooked on poffertjes and advocaat and could’ve cried when the vendor spoke to you in Dutch. Sometimes you didn’t buy anything. Just liked hovering at stalls ambered with fairy lights, writing down Etsy stores on your notes app; just liked Kristen’s impulse to trek forty minutes into the city for a market he didn’t know existed until five minutes before; just liked how he always invited only you, cancelling your other plans last minute, the feeling of being ambushed; just liked how he stopped to take photos of dogs and the sunset; just liked how he looked haloed under lampposts waiting for Ubers, golden on golden.

This is also nearing creative nonfiction because Sheffield truly is a haven for just. vegan markets and cafes lol! I experimented with veganism there and never struggled to find something and at this point I call myself a fake vegan because it's too easy to be vegan in Sheffield and too difficult to be vegan in my actual hometown. And the global street food markets!!! SO GOOD! I miss pre pandemic days

nocturne for the holy ;

Giving her a little shout out because she does exist actually! I've figured out a really good system for working on two novels at a time, so my plan is maybe to start properly on this after I finish either RR or LCOMS. Idk I got 3 novels to pick from haha oops! I did do some free drafting back in April though and found it recently and I Like It! And I edited it so it counts as Something I Did This Month :) Also have decided that I loathe this working title <3 Okay see you with an update for this novel in like a year, sorry for the absolute zero context for this excerpt hehe

The morning I was due back, I hadn’t yet decided that this would be my last visit. I wandered between rooms like an overstayed guest, like I didn’t know which crockery lived in which cabinet and which bedroom had the best view of the overlapped hills. Dad would wake for his run in an hour, plastered to his twenty-year-old routine. Mum would pretend to be asleep until breakfast. Until then, it was myself and the house, hazed by sleepy sunrise. Downstairs. The peeling paisley wallpaper in the lounge, the lilies in the middle of the kitchen table, the vases of candy floss pink peonies wilting on every windowsill, the desolate double swing-set in the garden. The mist-clogged mornings. I stood outside in my dressing-gown until my fingertips felt numb. Upstairs. The sage coloured bathroom. The bathtub I’d laze in with my clothes on and no water because it was the quietest room in the house. The dusty dance trophies on the top of my wardrobe. Wine-flushed Jeanette in my teenage bedroom. The stale grey mum painted my teenage bedroom after I moved out. Minus their room, I stalked the layout of the house three times before settling back into bed - teenage Nora’s bed. Nora who cared for peonies and pushed her brother on the swing set and flung her ceramic ballerina at the wall and jogged with her father and collected wine bottles and acorns and kisses from girls who were supposed to visit for dance practice. Before I left, I’d have cycled each room another three times. And in every room he was there, hovered in the corner like black mould.

love this update bc it's like i've got my third person, my second person, my first person! collecting all the POVs like chaos emeralds :)

eulogy for our burnings ;

-looks away-

girl help I did it AGAIN!!!! Apparently Camp Nano is just the perfect time for me to get novel ideas. I made this post specifically to talk a bit about this because I have no idea when I'll draft it but it's certainly not soon. This is not me trying to doubt my own skill but I feel like I am not in the place I'd like to be as a writer to tackle this project with the zest it needs, however I am v excited by the prospect of it! Don't know how I feel about the working title bc I'm like "that doesn't sound right but I don't know enough about this wip to dispute it" but the only purpose my working titles serve is to sound pretty lol! But here's the tea:

1991, UK.

2nd person present + past. Very flexible form. I can't decipher how yet but I'm feeling interviews, newspaper articles, receipts, grocery store lists weaved with actual narrative, that kinda vibe.

Best summary is we follow our nameless narrator, a stealth trans man, as he becomes unhealthily obsessed with a man who "hires" him to photograph the buildings he burns

Very,,, isolated? Minimal settings, minimal characters, minimal prose etc. Almost claustrophobic

There's basically only two characters and they are probably the most morally deplorable, indefensible characters I've created which just means most of you are gonna LOVE this /lh I do too I do too

Only comp title I can give is it has the vibes/tone of Boy Parts by Eliza Clark (just with none of the nsfw content lol if you've read the book you know what I'm talking about) (also that book is great for morally deplorable women protagonists but omg look up the content warnings because it caught me off guard! enjoyed it tho gave it 4 stars)

The pinterest board is the best visualisation of the Vibes also follow me on pinterest lol

And that's all I've got today! A bigger Life Cycle of Massive Stars update coming in the next few weeks. Might do a proper intro post for Eulogy For Our Burnings but idk!!! It's a surprise :) Thank you for reading this far!

#also i have LOTS to catch up on so if u tagged me in anything im gonna do a big queue of rb's soon! #promise im not ignoring anybody! #just barely functioning <3 #atlastracking #writing update #revelations revelations #life cycle of massive stars #nocturne for the holy #eulogy for our burnings

[samplewriting]

Last Line Tag

I was tagged by the wonderful @zmlorenz about a month ago! Better late than never lol. And this is from Prince of Petals.

“All the higher-ranked members of the court know each other well. And I know all of the members of the court,” the Jotunn said.

“Is that one of your jobs?” Bellaia said. Tabitha being high ranked made sense to her. She learned very powerful magic under the ice lord. Not to mention she got to travel all over Ikiamund without having to come back to court. 

He chuckled. “Yes, seamstress it is.”

Bellaia turned back to her drawing, and she took out white paint to make little stars all over the dark blue of the night sky. 

I will tag @mel-writes-with-her-dragons and @ryns-ramblings and anyone else who wants to jump in!

#last line tag #prince of petals #my writing #fantasy writing

[starlitangels]

Hemloo Starr, if you were in the redactedverse, what empowered race would you be?

Hemloo Ryn! 😁

This is such a charged question for someone as indecisive as me XD

On the one hand, I've always had a thing for lightning and fire so an Electro Energetic or Fire Elemental would be dope I've already decided that my husband is a Fire Elemental (the man is a total pyro and also generates body heat like a furnace)

On the other hand, I love the concept of Dreamwalking and I've had vivid dreams that I can usually remember in remarkably fine detail since... pretty much as long as I can remember. So to be able to actually control those wacky, vivid dreams and build them from the ground up and just play in my extensive imagination all night? That would be incredible. I'd have to be very careful, though, or I'd probably fall prey to that thing Elliott mentioned about how some Dreamwalkers spend most of their time asleep in their own world...

I took a quiz once that said I'd be a Stealth. And while I am a socially anxious person who absolutely would use invisibility to avoid social situations, I never quite felt like it would... actually fit me.

TBH, despite how much I write for the Shaw pack and the Pups AU, I actually don't really want to be a shifter. One of my BFFs would love it though.

All of this is to say, I'd probably be a Freelancer with a couple preferences (Dreamwalking, Fire, Electric).

Who is also the Mom Friend™ and would absolutely also have to learn a lot of healing. My friends are reckless

My Protagonist Syndrome™, though because I've never felt like the main character in my own life and very much would like to, makes me want to be a Seer so I can do any magic at a specialist level XD I've already got anxiety, Seeing the future would actually probably help me in that regard lol

Sooo... long story short too late, I would like to be a Seer, but I'd probably actually be a Freelancer!

What about you, Ryn and anyone who wants to chat?

#this was the best thing to wake up to #thank you Ryn! #about me #answered #Redacted ASMR

[captainderyn]

While I would be most enthusiastic about romancing Raenor, Ryn would be a really close second.

Raenor over here like ^^^ no but VERY good choices if I do say so myself lol 100/10 they would both have GREAT romance paths.

I mean who can say no to a handsome elf lad who wants nothing more than to write melodies and ballads about your love and support you to the very end? How beautiful that someone who has lived for hundreds of years has not become so apathetic to the world that he cannot still find wonder and beauty enough to love.

Not to mention our beloved Ryn, who will give her heart so fully to you that you’ll tell her to at least keep part of it for herself, that she cannot give herself so fully. And who makes it her mission to protect your back every step of the way and who’s unfailing loyalty is now yours so use it well ;—;

#oc: Raenor #oc: Ryn Shepard #yes yes compelling stories compelling characters I’ll say what I’m thinking bout Raenor and Ryn are hot af lmaooo #thank you for the ask!!

[cyberpunkobsession]

A Cyberpunk Sim: The Story of Ryn Echo

This is “Bubblegum” Ryn Echo, a resident of South Sector C that is also known as the ghetto sector where gangs run the streets. Bubblegum is a nickname or code name given to Ryn because of her sweet charm and signature pink hair. She grew up here with her little sister Em. Their parents are out of the picture so Ryn always had to take care of and protect her little sister. It’s hard to get around the area without running into gang related activities. It was the norm for the both of them to live in that lifestyle and to be acquaintances with certain (dangerous) people.

Ryn sort of grew up knowing an older man named JT, she always knew that he was drug dealer but was always nice to her when they would see each other. They would talk and hang out for a bit while she was coming home after working at a gear shop. One night she decided to speak with him about her little sister and needing money for a better life. She mentions that the both of them have been training and know how to program. JT tells her that he knows some people that could give her a lot of money for being a programmer. She takes up the offer and before she knew it, she would get herself involved with the most dangerous gang that would screw her entire life forever.

Some time later, Ryn gets a message to meet up with JT it the downtown nightclub area and meet the people he talked to her about before.

She meets up with JT and is excited to meet the people and what will await her in getting a job as a programmer. But she looks over and immediately notices that these people are trouble and isn’t so sure about it anymore. JT assures her that there’s nothing wrong and tells her that they just want her to hack into the clubs system and steal its money. She rolled her eyes and knew that this wasn’t going to be as good as she thought. “You called me to come here just so that I can hack into something? I’ve already done this dozens of times. This is shit work.” He tells her that, ”No, this is different I promise you that you’ll get a lot of money out of this.” She sighs and thinks well she needs the money and since she’s been hacking and it’s not that big of a deal to her, she decides to do it anyways.

She decides to head over to the area that they want her to hack. She’s used to this happening to her, she grew up hacking into things to get money her whole life. She does what she has to do in order to survive with her sister. 

The group of people lead her into the club’s office room where it looks like they gained access to, how they did it? She knows that she can’t ask questions if she’s ordered to hack into something. She sits and tries to hack into the system. Eventually she does it with ease and that earned them a lot of money. To her surprise, she was given a lot of it too. But the group of people started to order her around with more aggression like as if- and then she realizes that she has just entered into a gang. 

How it works here is that if you’re able to hack into things, that is on a gangs first to do list to find. Hackers are in desperate need by gangs since everything is run on technology. She became their hacker through an initiation trick. Once you’re in, you can’t get out. 

Ryn struggled to sleep knowing what has happened to her, she can’t tell her sister so she can protect her. This is the last thing that she wanted, was to be in a gang but they tricked her into doing it. She knows that JT didn’t intend this to be a malicious stunt, he didn’t know either. These people specifically targeted her just because of her reputation on the streets as being a good hacker. 

Ryn wakes up and thinks to herself that she has to do what they ask or they’ll make her. Gangs will do anything to get hackers to do their work and she knows they already claimed her as theirs. They also know that if they bribe her enough, she’ll do it for the money because,”I’m a good for nothing Sector C rat. It’s the only thing that people like me can do anyways.” Which is true to an extent but she always knew to stay away from being in a gang.

Later on, she gets sent a message to do another job of hacking. In the message it says, “Hello Bubblegum, 

is it okay if I call you that? Lol, when I saw you for the first time I thought that your hair looked like candy. Can you come over to the nightclub area again and hack into the system? We’ll pay you big rewards. You did such a great job last time and we’ve taken a huge liking to you. If not then we might have to replace you with someone who understands better including JT for sending us dead weight. 

See you there!” 

Ryn gets to the downtown nightclub area and decides to go in and get a drink since she doesn’t see anyone there yet.

People walked into the bar and Ryn noticed that it was the gang members she saw the first time. She also noticed a man in a hoodie hiding in fear from what looks like he got hit by the woman in front of him. Someone else from the group turned to Ryn and said hello and asked to follow them into a room.

They order her to start hacking and she does and knows to do it fast and right or else she probably end up like that other guy. She successfully hacks and gets them money. This time she didn’t get any, goes to show that the whole job thing really was a scam. 

Two months pass...

It’s been two months of Ryn hacking into various places all over the city. She’s been getting barely any money from it but she knows that she has to keep following orders. One night after hacking into a club’s deposit she decided to get a drink at a bar next door where Bubblegum spots a good looking bartender where she of course starts to flirt. Ryn learned that her name is Oilna Drake and she showed some interest but was at the end of her shift for the night. Ryn says as she walks out that, “I know that I’ll see you soon,” in her usual flirty charming way. 

To be continued...

#sims4 #simstory #simblr #new simblr #cyberpunk #cyberpunk2077