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grogusmum · 11 days

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For the ask game: 🍊🍑🍍

My sweet jennibean! You gave me this ages ago, and I've just been all go go go getting ready for the house going on the market and just couldn't do anything that really took the thinking of thoughts... anyway, I'm sorry. I said, "Play with me and then, like, fell asleep or something!

Boy oh boy this got long (because of the second question)

lemme put the rest under the cut

🍊 Who’s a character you don’t write for that often, but keep meaning to write for more? (They’re so interesting! But maybe you have trouble pinning them down, or keep getting distracted by another blorbo…)

Hmmm, well, I've only written a little something for Jack, Joel, and Dieter, and I definitely have more ideas for them.

Jack is the one I feel like I've tried a couple of times and didn't get very far. I really would like to expand the idea of the linked imagine.

🍑 If you could make a connection between your favorite character and another work you care about (whether a crossover/fusion or a wonderfully “pretentious” literary reference) what would it be? How would it work? It's funny that you chose this question, because I was just talking to. Adira about a and old YA book I loved growing I'd love to AU or Crossover or something.

I might slightly misinterpreting it, but I don't care because I wanna talk about this, lol!!

Anyway, growing up in the late Mesozoic, there was a YA series (that would never be considered YA today), which is more like a collection of supernatural stories with high-school age protagonists usually girls, there is usually some love interest in the mix, and uh oh a ghost! Or a possessed doll! Or in this instance a cursed deck of tarot cards.

In the story Bonnie goes to visit her gran in Boston (what?) and goes up to the attic to revisit where she used to play Pirate when she lived with her, the games involved and old sea chest, which she discovers has a false bottom, and it is a pack of ancient looking tarot cards wrapped in leather and next is what looks like a human finger bone. She becomes obsessed by them and sneaks them out of her grans attic and brings them home, so starts the story... my thought is instead of a teen Bonnie or perhaps reader is an adult who is helping clean out her grans house or inherits it and with the same backstory, etc. finds the cards in the attic and so on. I am trying to decide the Pedro Boy piece, I am thinking that maybe different P boys will be the different cards, the Fool, the Magician etc and one will be her partner...anyway I'm going to reread the book and see what's what (I'm a little scared I won't like as much as I did)

🍍 What kind of AUs do you like? Are there any AUs you hate or just generally have beef with?

Oh I love a good AU, i have a pretty open mind, if it's well done, I am in!!

I don't really have hatred or beef, but maybe there are some standard ones I don't know about or aren't thinking of because they aren't prevalent in my little corner of the Pedro Fandom... there are some I'm not interested in generally speaking, like "in college" for example.

#late ask games answered #sorry jennibean

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noelleai · 1 year

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Noelle had a bad feeling in her stomach, but she ignored it and continued to walk down the hall with Kris at her side. They were supposed to be going over their history project together after school today; they'd been assigned one last month but hadn't gotten around to it until now. It wasn't due yet, so it didn't really matter how far behind she was...but she still felt guilty. She was usually very good about getting her work done early, even when she did procrastinate sometimes (like right now), but this time she just kept putting off working on hers because of other obligations: helping Toriel cook dinner, taking care of Berdly's house plants while he went away for a few days, visiting Rudy in the hospital, etc., all of which took up most of her free time these past couple weeks. She knew she should have prioritized doing her homework before anything else instead of wasting more hours watching TV or playing video games or whatever. But no, Noelle couldn't bring herself to do that. Not only that, she also wanted to spend as much time with Kris as possible during his short visit here; there would never be another chance like this again. So she put aside everything and spent every waking moment with Kris whenever she could.

And so they continued walking down the hall. As they passed by some students who were heading into class, Kris whispered to Noelle, "So uhm...what do you wanna talk about?"

Noelle turned around to look at Kris and said, "I don't know." They had already discussed their project together several times over the phone last night; it was basically finished except for a little bit left to type out. The whole thing was supposed to take them less than an hour anyway...so why was she so nervous? It was just a stupid history project! What was wrong with her?! Noelle felt her heart beating faster and her hands getting sweaty; her mouth went dry. Why did she feel like this? This wasn't normal for her; it didn't usually happen when talking with someone unless something bad was going on. Maybe she just needed a drink of water or a bathroom break. She started looking around desperately but saw nothing in sight that might help her calm down enough to think clearly again. She sighed and looked back up at Kris again, who seemed confused as well. "You're not sure what we should talk about?" Kris asked, sounding slightly alarmed now. "Is this your first time having to do this kind of assignment?"

Noelle shook her head slowly as she took another deep breath, trying to relax herself again. "N-no," she said, "it's fine, I'm good."

Kris smiled reassuringly at her, then continued, "Then let me ask you: do you have any questions about the project?"

"Uhh...yeah...I mean...I guess..." Noelle said hesitatingly, still feeling uneasy. Then suddenly an idea popped into her mind and she blurted out excitedly, "Do you know anything about the Delta Rune?!" She immediately regretted saying it; it was such a random question! But it was too late; it had already come out. Now there was no way for either one of them to take it back without seeming rude or weird. And the look on Kris' face told Noelle that they probably weren't going to be able to backtrack and pretend that it never happened. So now here they were, standing in front of each other with awkward silence all around while Kris tried to think of a polite response to that stupid thing that just came out of her mouth.

And so Kris finally gave up on trying to act cool in this situation (which is actually really hard to do) and instead started stammering nervously like Noelle did before when talking to new people: "Uh...uhh...well...um...the...delta rune? I don't...I mean...I'm not sure what you mean by that..."

Noelle felt herself start getting even more flustered as she realized how dumb she must have sounded. She quickly turned away from Kris and looked down at the ground again, trying desperately to compose herself. "Oh...I'm sorry," Noelle said quietly. "I didn't mean to say anything weird..."

Kris took a step towards her then stopped himself, unsure if he should approach anymore. He thought about walking past her but decided against it; she might need some space right now. Instead, Kris just stood there awkwardly until Noelle slowly raised her head, still looking nervous. She had a look of concern on her face now and was clearly worried about making things worse for them both with her last comment; it made him feel bad about being so blunt earlier on. But there wasn't much else they could do now except try their best not to make each other uncomfortable any further than this point in time already has been. So Kris simply nodded at her reassuringly and smiled warmly before saying, "It's okay." Then he walked off in the direction of his next class while Noelle continued down the hall alone with no idea what to do or think. { TYPE: Short-form story * M2 }

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stellamancer · 2 years

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HELLOOOO 3, 9, 10, 32? (I hope this isn't too many q's LOL I would ask you the whole list if I could 💀)

LMAOOO no it's not maooo it's great! for procrastinating!

3. What is your writing ritual and why is it cursed?

First I think it's hilarious because I think I asked you this one too lmao. Okay, first version of the ritual is I get off of work and tell myself 'oh i get off at a decent time I should write today' and I'll get home, get changed, maybe eat and then usually I'll take a nap for anywhere from two to three hours. I'll wake up again and then open the chromebook on the bed. Then I'll open twitter and tumblr and finally around 8 or 9 at night I'll open the word doc and try to write some words.

The second version of this, when I'm off work, I'll tell myself I'll write all day but instead I'm in the computer room watching videos and on twitter or I'm in the bedroom watching, idk, Deku vs Kacchan Part 2 for the 500th time. Or playing fucking Nier Re:incarnation. Either way, I don't start writing until 8 or 9pm.

It's all cursed because more time is spent on prepping for the writing than.... actually writing lmao.

9. Do you believe in ghosts? This isn’t about writing I just wanna know

Hmm. I'm on the fence, I guess. They might exist. I think the world is more fun thinking that they might exist LMAOO.

10. Has a piece of writing ever “haunted” you? Has your own writing haunted you? What does that mean to you?

I feel like 'haunting' comes in two forms, one in written line and the other in scenes but both are the kind that keep coming back to you, like you can't stop thinking about them. But also like... Idk 'haunting' feels like a more serious connotation... Like it's hard to feel 'haunted' by some hilarious kind of scene, you know?

Anyway, I want to say yes, I've been haunted by some writing but I can't really think of anything specific at the moment... At least not in the sense that I've described here LMAO.

32. What is a line from a poem/novel/fanfic etc that you return to from time and time again? How did you find it? What does it mean to you?

I FEEL LIKE THIS IS JUST LIKE THE LAST QUESTION LMAO....

I had to think really hard about this one and I'm just gonna post the whole poem here since it's not that long:

Please do not deplore yourself. Even if the world does not forgive you, I will forgive you.

Please do not deplore yourself. Even if you do not forgive the world, I will forgive you.

So please tell me. What will it take for you, to forgive me?

Uh. I found it from over exposure to Higurashi LMAOO. Um. I don't think there's any deeper meaning. I just think it's neat LMAO.

[weird questions for writers]

#ask games #mao tag #i feel like i didn't answer those last two properly #i will have to think on them more LMAOOOOOO

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sinditia · 2 years

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hello friends! so uh for context i had a bit of a panic attack earlier today. i'm fine now, just trying to find my equilibrium. and to distract myself from the residual chest tightness and all that stuff i'm kinda wanting to ramble about my current hyperfixation which is fragrances. they really are something that makes me happy but i'll do that under the cut to avoid clutter. but uh, feel free to read (its gonna be a little incoherent and all over the place though), interact and all that if you're into it too. god knows i need the distraction and i'd love to talk about this stuff with people. anyways.

idk whether to curse The Perfume Guy on youtube or not because he's singlehandedly convinced me to add like half a dozen perfumes to my to-buy list. i've been trying to slow down my spending a little bc i've already accumulated quite a collection already during last year's black friday. so rn i think i'll try to limit myself to buying one bottle a month unless there's like a big sale on then i might do a haul.

but yeah men's fragrances are where it's at right now with me (super not into the whole gendered marketing of fragrance though). particularly looking for things with notes of vetiver, oud, amber, etc. i bought a shit-ton of samplers from tom ford and jo malone and while my nose is still very much an amateur, i think i have a pretty good idea of what i like and don't like.

scent is such an interesting thing though like. for me it's easy to figure out what i like. but when it comes to things i dislike, it's not so much about "oh, i don't like so-and-so notes" but more like, "i don't like this unless it's paired up with this." it's not as simple as having a particular note/accord that you like because it's almost always a combination of things and how they work together.

like for instance, i fuckin love perfumes with a citrus top and woody base. but i don't like it if the woods are something sharp like oakmoss or patchouli, unless it's also balanced out with an earthier type wood like vetiver or oud or sandalwood or something. or rose notes. i don't like rose scents in itself or paired up with fruits or other florals. but rose with something like oud is fuckin amazing.

and about oud. apparently according to The Perfume Guy, the ouds i have are like "western" ouds that are kind of, smoother and richer or something. and that there's also the less "synthetic"(?) ouds that are more musky and animalic? apparently these types of ouds can be found in middle eastern fragrances but idk where to start even looking for them. i'm super-intrigued because i enjoy oud a lot and i do have an appreciation for animalic accords though it might not be something i wanna use everyday.

and that's another thing i love about fragrances. there are some scents that smell wonderful and i love wearing it and it's just super pleasant to go about your day and catch a whiff of it now and then. but then there are those InterestingTM scents, where it's like. it's an experience. like fancy food at an expensive restaurant. like it's delicious. it's great to have once in a while. but not really something you'd have everyday because it'd be too rich and wouldn't settle well in your stomach. some perfumes are like that and for those i'm happy to have like a 10ml bottle bc while i love smelling it, i don't necessarily love wearing it, if that makes sense.

because like. i don't just wear fragrances, like to go out. every evening after i do my skincare and massage my face and wind down for the day, i just like to sit at my vanity and smell stuff. it makes me happy. something about that sensory stimulation is very calming to me. and i always wear perfume to bed because i like drifting off to sleep while breathing in an interesting scent.

anywayss. yes this is somewhat of an aimless, unstructured babble but i just really love fragrances ok lol. just this couple of minutes of typing this down has helped a lot in kind of. idk. its just filling my head with happy things. i've had a bit of a weird day and this is my coping mechanism.

#marsha rambles #and i mean REALLY rambles

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xpao-bearx · 3 years

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Part 1 HERE

NOTE: OMG I really wasn't expecting for the previous first part of Heavenly Sins to blow up as it did, but I just wanted to give a huuuge THANK YOU to all of you amazing folks!! 🥰🥰🥰 Your support truly means so fooken much to trashy ol' meh and y'all are the reason I am writing this story series in the first place :')

I do have my ideas, but I still don't know much yet of what to do or even how long (or short) this story will get. So, if you would continue to give me your mindblowing support, it would seriously mean the W O R L D.

I do, however, very much enjoy writing Negan in particular so far. He's one of my absolute fave characters ever and JEFFREY DEAN FUCKIN' MORGAN NEED I SAY MOAR?!? 🥵💕💕

But this second part will be focusing a bit more on our beloved sheriff Ricky boi! Of course, Daryl will also get some much deserved love and attention tho I think he will appear in the story a lil later on.

Also, if you ever feel compelled, you are more than welcome to take some inspo from this story and make your own imagines and such! I'd love to see 'em, so please tag me 😁

P.S. There won't always be long ass notes like this, only if I wanna say something or bring up whatever is important. Also, if you wanna be tagged on any new/future story parts, then just tell moi and I will dedicate the latest one to the people who wanted to be tagged!

DEDICATED TO: The wonderful @buttercandy16 💖

"Heavenly Sins"

Part 2

After your little spiel, you haven't spoken to Negan since then. But on the way home after church, you passed by his house and found him tinkering away on his motorcycle (which you previously learned he interestingly named Lucille) in the garage. Not being able to help yourself, you paused in your tracks and just curiously watched him for a while.

His leather jacket was off, revealing a plain white t-shirt. The shirt was quite tight, and you noted how it perfectly hugged the taut muscles of his chest. Your eyes then slowly trailed to his toned arms, adorned by tattoos you wished you had a better look at. He stopped briefly, placing his tools down before grabbing the hem of his shirt and wiping the sweat on his forehead.

You didn't even think twice as your eyes dropped, hyperfocused on his abs. He wasn't the buffest guy out there, but he was lean and fit and--to put it bluntly--hot. A part of you screamed bloody murder to get a grip on yourself, to just turn your stiff body around and proceed on home. But another part completely squashed down those protests without even a fight; as if your pathetic excuse of a resolve wasn't even meant in the first place.

"Take a goddamn picture, darlin'. It'll last longer."

Your head snapped up, meeting the tantalizing hazel stare of Negan. His lips were curled in a smug smirk, and nevermore in your entire life have you wanted to both slap and kiss someone so badly.

But you only clicked your tongue, shooting him a sharp glare before (at last!) turning and walking away as you hid your blush. In the distance, his amused chuckle begrudgingly sounded like the sweetest fucking music to your ears.

♡♡♡

You woke up at 7:05 a.m. like you typically did the next morning, Monday. It was the dawn of a new week, and while most people dreaded it you actually didn't mind it so much. You had your job to thank for that.

Sure, it wasn't always easy, but it was worth it in the end. You loved teaching and spending time with the children, and you were even more ecstatic since you knew Judith was going to be at the daycare.

As you finished eating breakfast and preparing for the day, you grabbed your bag then went out the door. You opted to walk again today, the weather far too beautiful to miss plus the daycare really wasn't that far away.

Eventually arriving at your destination, you approached the daycare building's doors with a little spring in your step. Once inside, a young woman with her blonde hair high in a ponytail smiled and waved.

"Hi, Y/N! Goodmorning!" Beth Greene greeted energetically.

"Morning, Beth." You chuckled, the girl's radiant smile infectious. You've known Beth for some time now, especially since the Greenes were one of the oldest families in Alexandria and they were well respected. But you got along best with Beth, you thought she was the friendliest and she was also the latest hire of the daycare.

Stashing your bag away in your personal locker, you fixed yourself up a bit before getting your nametag and sticking it on your top. Looking up at the wall clock, you read that it was 7:50 a.m. Perfect, just in time for the kids' drop-offs.

You waited outside with Beth and the rest of the daycare workers, until finally the parents started rolling in. It was the usual; some of the children were wailing, snot snivelling down their nose as their embarrassed parents tried to tug them away from clinging onto their legs. You could only offer a sympathetic smile as you tried to help, while other children were much more relaxed and didn't even spare a second glance at their parents as they were dropped off.

"Well, that's about all of them." Beth piped up.

"Wait, we're still waiting for Judith." You said, searching for the toddler. "Rick said she'd be here."

Beth checked her watch, her brows creasing a little in worry. "That's odd. Sheriff Grimes is never late when he's dropping Judith off."

Just as she said that, there was a honk that disrupted the peace. You and Beth both spotted a crying Judith being held by Lori, the woman appearing utterly exhausted before her eyes locked with yours and didn't waste another second dashing towards you.

"Please don't run when you're holding Judith. Also, no honking is allowed on the premises." It was hard for you to keep the malice out of your voice, but you mentally gave yourself a pat on the back since you miraculously managed to not make it sound the worst it could get.

Lori raised a brow at you, but only handed Judith over to you. Judith immediately quieted down when she saw it was you, you cooing gently at her as she giggled and snuggled up comfortably against your chest.

"Rick will be picking her up later." Was all Lori said, pressing a quick peck on Judith's curly little head before parting ways. As Lori rushed back to the car, you saw Shane in the driver's seat shamelessly attack her neck with fervent kisses and you couldn't restrain an eyeroll.

"Fucking bitch..." You grumbled.

"Uh-oh. Bad!" Judith giggled again, clapping her hands gleefully.

"Right, right. Bad. Don't copy me, okay?" You laughed, completely forgetting about your aggravation as you rubbed your nose with Judith's and went inside.

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The rest of the day rolled along splendidly. No one threw a tantrum and for the most part, all the kids properly shared the wide assortment of toys and even did their activities orderly and on time. So, you decided to indulge them with a small yet much sought after reward.

Painting.

When it comes down to children, painting can be utter chaos. But you figured since they were being so good, you'd allow it. At the daycare you worked in, painting was quite a rare occurrence and that only solidified how much the kids adored it.

Once the materials were set out, it was a dizzying flurry of excited hands grabbing anything it could latch on to. As the kids went about doing their creative business, you found Judith all alone sitting in the corner playing around with some blocks.

"Whatcha doin' there, Judi?" You asked, sweetly calling out her nickname. "You don't wanna paint?"

"I wanna, but not with papers." She replied, shaking her head.

"Oh? Then where do you wanna paint?"

"I wanna paint on faces, but no one wants me to!"

"If that's the case, then I'd be more than happy to let you paint my face." You smiled.

"Really?!" Judith's whole face lit up, jumping up and wrapping her tiny arms around you as tightly as she could. "Thank youuu!"

You chuckled, ruffling her hair and watching as she happily gathered some paint and brushes.

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It was finally the end of a long day, and your face felt a bit itchy from the paint Judith put on you. But it didn't matter; as long as the little girl was happy, it was the best damn day ever.

You were holding Judith's hand as you waited outside for Rick to pick her up, and once he came up with his car Judith beamed.

"Daddy!"

"Hello, sweetheart. Did you have a nice day?" His face looked tired, his greying beard making him appear slightly older than he really was, but his smile was genuine as he carried Judith in his strong arms.

"The bestest! Y/N lemme paint her face!"

"She did, huh? What did you pai--oh my god."

You bursted into laughter at his reaction, flashing him a toothy grin. "In the words of Judi: You're a pretty tiger! Grr!"

"Now that you mention it, I can see it." Rick joined in your laughter, nodding his head. "Looks like we've got a talented lil artist in our hands!"

"Daddy, I wanna paint your face next! You can be daddy tiger and Y/N can be mommy!" Judith proclaimed.

You and Rick flushed pink at the same exact time, but Rick was quick to clear his throat and change the topic. "A-Anyways, Y/N, how 'bout me and the kids give you a ride? Thank you for today, by the way."

"No problem, and sure! Thanks so much."

As you settled in the passenger's seat, two hands covered your eyes from behind. "Guess who~?"

"Hmm..." You hummed, making a show of thinking. "Are you an elf?"

"No!" The hands were removed, Carl popping his head out from the backseat to look at you as he laughed. "It's me!"

"Oh, sorry! You're just so short, I thought you were an elf." You teased good naturedly.

Carl huffed, sticking his tongue out at you. "Y'know, in a few years, I'll be way taller than you!"

Once Rick was done buckling Judith into her carseat, he took his place in the driver's seat and drove out of the premises. You just talked about anything that came to mind: work, the weather, Alexandria's local shops, etc. To anyone else, maybe it seemed like regular boring conversation. But speaking with Rick was truly one of the highlights of any of your days. He was extremely easy to talk to, and he never failed to cheer you up. And it was obvious Rick was the same. He was allowed to simply be himself around you; to loosen up, momentarily forget about the stress and sometimes even the woes that came along with being the town's upstanding sheriff.

As you were nearing your home, Carl decided to cut in.

"Y/N, can we stay at your house? It's been a while since we had a sleepover." Carl asked, his baby blue eyes identical to Rick's alight with hope.

It wouldn't be the first time Rick and the kids would be staying over. You were very close to the Grimes family, sometimes even almost considering them as your own. You didn't mind it. Since you lived alone, it can get pretty lonely. And having people around surely brightened up the house and made you keep your sanity.

"I don't mind, but you gotta ask your dad." You chuckled.

Carl turned to Rick, pouting and giving his best puppy dog eyes. Rick rolled his eyes, but couldn't suppress an inkling of a smile.

"Yeah, yeah. But let me drop you and Judith off with Y/N first. I'll be back, I just need to get some extra clothes and essentials."

"YAY!" Carl cheered, Judith following suit as they both raised their arms and hollered.

"You're so whipped for them." You laughed, shaking your head as you looked at Rick.

"I ain't denying that." He sighed dramatically, grinning.

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