#reblogging it here too for good measure haha

[salvadoerena]

hey! this is chance & here’s this week’s prompt. what websites or resources do you use while you write or develop a character/story? what do you think of them and would you recommend them?

OOOOO GOOD QUESTION!!

Funnily enough, tumblr is one of the main ones. My characters tend to develop from ye olde tumblr oc ask/rp blogs, so I got in the habit of reblogging a lot of funny posts tagging my characters. It still happens even if I'm not tagging them. For example if there's a post like "every friend group has the chihuahua, the yorkie, and the borzoi" or like, a picture of someone holding a giant mouse or something, in my head I go "haha, yeah Andy is tooootally a yorkie. Too much energy and slight diva tendencies" or "oh man giant versions of little things would be rad. is there a way I can worldbuild on that? more oxygen in grounded islands means bigger bugs?"

Sometimes, if I'm looking for inspiration regarding character designs/fashion references, I might go on picrew or pinterest and just look and see different styles people might have or mess around with doll makers. Usually picrew doesn't have what I'm looking for exactly, but it'll be something like "oh there's a fishnet top in this one. i think Mareilli would absolutely wear this" or "oh this is a fun hairstyle. i should give more of my characters long hair so they can do more updo's," you know? So if you're looking for character design/inspo, highly recommend!!

If you wanted my biggest website inspiration though, it's probably youtube. I spend a lot of time on there watching speedpaints/character designs/costume builds/etc and it's a HUUUUGE inspiration. A lot of dichotomies I make between Grounded/Aerin islands comes from listening to people like Bernadette Banner regarding like...okay so like she made a video re: the costuming choices in Game of Thrones and that REALLY sent me on a spiral into looking at what differences in fashion and textiles you would find in islands that...float...and have windstorms haha;;;

This turned out a lot longer than I thought it would so the rest is under the cut! (Please read under the cut there's some writing programs and editing services I recommended under there).

And I know everyone says this but seriously: consume as much media as possible. I cannot even BEGIN to tell you how much television, music, film, books, anime, manga, comics, podcasts, and video games have either driven me to better my writing or have inspired me to make certain creative choices.

A lot of things from Seraetia were heavily inspired by Black Sails, from things like costume design to obfuscating certain characters' motives to me deciding to go whole hog on including polyamory as an end-game relationship status for some characters. Reading The Locked Tomb series and the Percy Jackson and the Olympians (plus literally everything else in that series haha) really pushed me into forcing myself to work on my imagery and prose, while also forcing me to think about pacing and how/if I should write it as a saga or how arcs should work. Nonfiction stories and documentaries also help!! Though, I'm pretty biased as I'm more into animals and psychological research, but I have definitely referred to those things when thinking up like, units of measurement and cuisine and things.

Also do NOT underestimate the power of infodumping and word vomiting with friends. When I write out my acknowledgements, @okiedoki and @miscbeary are going to be front and center "Thank you guys so much for letting me speak nonsense for hours on end and just nodding along." Roleplay with friends!! Even silly little inconsequential things or alternate universes or iterations upon iterations will help you to flesh out your characters! I've come up with so much about James and he's gone through so much development because I would go "Haha what if he was in the modern world he'd probably own an iguana that would be funny. Why an iguana...? You know, it's probably because he likes to be seen as different, but also because he just thinks they're cool. They're dinosaur-like and he enjoys the fact that something so unconventional and kind of scary can love and be loved--OH MY GOD JAMES SEES HIMSELF AS A MONSTER AND USES THE IGUANA TO PROJECT AND TEACH HIMSELF HE'S WORTHY OF LOVE."

*cracks knuckles*

Now in terms of actual programs you can use to write stories!!

Google Docs tends to be my go-to, but ever since I discovered StimuWrite 2, I tend to switch between both. Since I do most of my writing at night, Gdocs is really harsh on my eyes (even with f.lux, blue light glasses, and darkreader), so I like that you can set a gentler background on StimuWrite. Even better, it makes my ADHD brain happy and actually stay on task bc there's so much stimulation in there lol The only downside is that it doesn't really save your work (there's an emergency back-up it creates, but it's only for the last couple of writing sessions I believe), so I'll use it to write out a bulk portion and then transfer it to Gdocs.

If you're planning on writing a serious novel and want something with a little bit more organizational prowess, I would go with Scrivener. It has a lot of bells and whistles that are actually pretty neat, like being able to save reference documents/photos and putting it in the same "container" as the actual writing passage. Honestly? It's a lot. But!! It includes a built-in tutorial that does a REALLY good job of going through everything, so highly highly HIGHLY recommend following it because it explains the features very well and I do quite like them! Unfortunately, it does cost $60, but it's a one-time purchase and genuinely very useful.

If you're more into screenwriting that novels and the like, cannot recommend FadeIn enough. We had to use that in my Creative Screenwriting class and it was SO easy to use and made exporting scripts SUCH a breeze. In fact, Welcome to Irth was entirely developed in FadeIn, haha.

If you're looking for more like, art resources I would go with things like Clip Studio Paint/Paint Tool SAI. I used to use FireAlpaca like a decade ago, and I really enjoyed it! Can't say how well it's held up, though. PureRef is great too!! It helps you keep track of your reference images, and you can set it to "float" on top of other programs.

FINALLY LAST BUT NOT LEAST!!!

If you're looking for an editing service, please please PLEASE look into RoseLark Publishing. I had the privilege of working with them this past summer getting a Manuscript Assessment and I'm so glad I did. They're very professional and are great at communicating their timelines and everything! They might still be accepting editing assessment applications at this time, but you can shoot them an e-mail on their contact page!

Anyways, I am going to stop myself here or I will literally not shut up. Thank you for asking!! I looooooove love talking about my writing and apparently about the writing process as well, lol.

#digital-chance #ask #long post #writing #writing ref

[chloeseyeliner]

List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who liked or reblogged something from you! Get to know your mutuals, followers and all the wonderful people on here! 💖

hey!

i have been meaning to answer this for a day or two, but i've been sick, so i was kind of out of it (once again), haha. sorry.

here are five (more) things that make me happy, not necessarily in a preference order:

being able to go to the supermarket- although it can be somewhat of a struggle mentally and overwhelming sometimes- and buy ingredients to cook a meal (bonus points if i am cooking for someone else- i am not the best, but i am trying, haha. i really like having someone close to me there to taste the food or the dessert, though, not to see their reaction but to know that they are fed and- if we are both lucky, haha- happy they ate whatever they ate). i recognise it is, unfortunately, a huge privilenge to have nowadays and i cherish it.

exquisite cinematography in films or shows. i am nowhere near an expert in the field, but, in most cases, i truly adore the landscapes, the close-ups, everything, even the smallest of details in the background- anne with an e and young royals are a perfect, in my humble opinion, example of what i am trying to say here. especially the, if i am correct, symbolism behind... ah. it makes me extremely happy.

the glint in someone's eyes when you compliment them. i, unfortunately, haven't done that in quite a while, ever since i moved to college i believe, because my social skills have been very limited for the past year and a half (new, bigger city, people i don't know and don't feel comfotable around and all that jazz), haha. but i get so happy when people get happy being complimented- of course, in a reasonable and kind manner and with measure and deep consideration beforehand, because we do not support creepy behaviour in this blog, no, no. a great example i can think of is my- huge, embarrassing- crush back in high school and the way her eyes lit up when i told her her knitted jacket looked like it was made for her, because it matched her personality somehow, "if she allowed me to say so".

reenacting scenes from books or movies and shows when i am alone. it's refreshing. it's happiness in a small room, four walls and me. it's nectar for the soul. what else is there to say?

the smell of grass. although as a kid i used to get (??) allergies (??) from smelling the grass and the flowers too much in the pre-school playground during spring time, i believe, i still feel happy to know that it's rained by just nostagically smelling the grass, in spite of a runny nose, tears and maybe some follow-up sinusitis (yes, i am kind of stupid, haha, what's new?).

that's all! i hope-

you know what; we both know i rumbled on and on again and this turned out to be longer than intended. i shall not hide anymore. lol.

have a good day/night, dear mutual!

💗

#sorry for any mistakes #english is not my first language #ask #asks

[jalebi-weds-bluetooth]

Hiieeeeeee! Okay first of all the sorting of your blog is SO AMAZING I swear you're gonna get an avalanche of random likes and reblogs from me (and many others) since you've made it extremely easy for us to stalk your blog now :D It must have taken so much time and efforts you're amazing!!! And second I have a random question which I felt was suited for an ask so here goes. I was thinking about it (and i did a little research too lol) and for the crimes Shyam committed I don't think he's getting more than 12-15 years in jail (MAX). And that's me being generous and assuming Shashi communicated the attempted murder to Arnav who then used his resources to ensure that's added to Shyam's crime list. Because max punishment for attempted murder is 10 + max punishment for killing a foetus is 5 and even if you add the kidnapping and other random stuff it doesn't amount to more than 20 years total and usually you're allowed to serve at least some of it concurrently than consequently unless you're like a brutal serial killer or something and anyway considering good behaviour they let you usually get a few years off at the end. Shyam seems slimy and manipulative enough to swing that. Lol sorry for the legal deep dive but my actual question is - let's assume 10-15 yrs after the events of the show Shyam is released, what do you think he will do? I know in a soap opera world this is a great set up for like Return of the Villain type of storyline but from a more...realistic perspective, do you think his obsession and hatred would have increased, and he would pursue revenge? Or just stay away from the Raizadas for the rest of his life? Would he be a threat to them? Okay sorry for the long ask and thanks :)

Hello sweetie,

Haha I'm glad you're loving the sorting! I also have my main navigation pinned (so it's the first post anyone sees) and it should make things easier in general.

Also, thank you for the love.

So your question is, once Shyam's time at prison is over (considering he went there for 15 years counting all his crimes) would he come back and get revenge?

My question to you is - would Shyam even be successful? As an ex convict there's already going a lot of eyes on Shyam and his movements will be tracked. I'm pretty sure there are solid trespassing orders where Shyam cannot live in the same city as any Raizada, Gupta, near associate of the Raizadas and Guptas (Arnav is that influential to get strict trespassing orders).

Shyam will not have any money to do anything. Not to hire any stalkers, any goons, anything. He might go to Dadi again (but even over there there would be trespassing orders).

Shyam is vengeful. But his chances at succeeding in anything is close to zero. When he had no restrictions, he struggled to succeed. With restrictions in place - it's pretty impossible.

I'm sure Khushi, Anjali, Shashi and Arnav would be pretty anxious when Shyam is released from jail and they'll take every measure possible to actually protect the family.

Anjali's child also died - so Shyam has no right nor connection to the Raizadas/Guptas. Since we also never knew what Shyam's motivations are - we also don't know what extend he'd go to.

I do feel the family will feel ultimate peace at Shyam's death.

Best,

JWB

#ask #herelivesahobbit #about shyam #dude played around with scorpio #we have to give him a lot of credit #to think he'd have a plan #that has more Than 1 percent working chances #dude shat when he was on level 1 #of the duping raizadas and Guptas game #what would he be able to do at level 100

[theelf-online]

I posted 8,105 times in 2022

That's 5,307 more posts than 2021!

13 posts created (0%)

8,092 posts reblogged (100%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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@ranboocore

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I tagged 882 of my posts in 2022

#blockmen - 462 posts

#osha violation - 93 posts

#homestuck (/neg) - 11 posts

#actually blockwomen - 10 posts

#me - 8 posts

#original post - 7 posts

#ok to reblog - 5 posts

#minecraft - 5 posts

#minecraft texture pack - 4 posts

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Longest Tag: 139 characters

#also its proven sex education helps prevent csa because it gives people the knowledge to recognize it and i think thats extremely important

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

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#4

Hi! I’m @cosmic0artist and you wrote sweet tags on my miraculous ladybug redesign of Adrien that made me very happy so thank you haha! I never post here anymore but your lil comment means a lot :3

Aww this is so sweet! Absolutely made my day, thank you.

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#3

Shitty Rice Pudding

I want to have a place to send people when they ask about how I make the shitty rice pudding. Literally the only reason, I am not a chef clearly. It tastes like horchata so that's a bonus too. If you leave out the cornstarch it's still very good but it's basically rice in hot milk so... cereal?

Old Rice from the fridge (a bowlful, the measurements are very unspecific), Milk, usually enough to cover most of the rice but not completely, if you have it Heavy Whipping Cream, some Honey depending on how sweet you want it, Vanilla Extract, a bit of Cinnamon, and a very small spoonful of Cornstarch.

Add the rice and honey and if there's cream the cream to it, if not, just a bit of the milk and put it in the microwave for 30 seconds to melt the honey if it's solid and also warm the rice up to de-clump it.

After that just declump, the back of a spoon works great. Mix it together, add cinnamon, vanilla extract, and the rest of the milk, toss it back in the microwave for like a minute (both the times might depend on your microwave, make sure you watch it so the milk doesn't like, bubble over and make a mess)

Add cornstarch, mix very well, you don't want clumps lol, then put it back in for 30 seconds (again, watch to make sure it doesn't bubble over)

After you take it out mix again and let it cool to an edible temperature, it'll probably be too hot when it first comes out, it'll solidify a bit as it cools.

Enjoy.

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#2

Ya boi finally got a cane! Finally got around to going to the medical supply store and it was way easier than I was expecting. My anxiety was definitely making it seem worse than it was, it was literally just in and out. Other than being new to using it and uncoordinated, it made a huge difference on the way back home.

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My #1 post of 2022

Tired of the antisemitic caricatures in Minecraft?

It's well known the villagers, illagers, and witches in Minecraft are stuck with an incredibly antisemitic design that despite hope, will probably never be changed. I've looked for a resource pack that only changed those elements (keeping the base game look), and was non-optifine friendly, but found none, so I made my own.

So I introduce Antisemitism Begone!

(Version 1.19 but should work for all versions that include the redesigned villagers) It's far from a perfect solution, but it satisfies my main personal annoyances (I am Jewish myself), and I'm certainly open to any improvements that can be made.

Unfortunately, there's many things I wish I could change but am unsure how (such as re-naming the golems to constructs, or changing how the Ominous Banner looks), but my knowledge only goes so far, and I'm pretty clueless when it comes to these things. So for now it's only visual elements that are changed. If I figure out how to do these things in the future I will certainly update it.

(Edit as of 10/9/22) I have figured out how to change the name from Golems to Constructs. Currently supported languages are English (US/UK), Spanish (Spain/Mexico) and German.

Below the Read More are Images of changes (ID in alt text) and a list of changes made.

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[leviathans-watching]

asking them for their coat pt 2

includes: levi, asmo, satan, barbatos, simeon, solomon x/& gn!reader (no pronouns mentioned)

wc: .6k | rated g | m.list | pt 1

a/n: here's the rest of the characters! i hope this measures up. it's still hot where i live, but i'm already in a fall mood haha. my inbox is open to chat, request, or leave feedback, so stop by!!

reblogs are much appreciated!!

➳ levi blushes, carefully unwinding his jacket from around himself. “you sure you want my coat?” he asks, hesitantly holding it. you’re sure, and you tell him as much, taking the coat from him. levi watches you pull your arms through the sleeves, the material soft, and hopes you don’t change your mind and take it off. you in his clothes is something that always gets to him, as it’s pretty much a physical representation of his relationship with you, a beacon screaming ‘this human knows leviathan’. drawing the hood up over your head, you remark on how nice his jacket is, and levi practically stumbles over himself as he tells you you can borrow it any time.

➳ satan pulls his arm out of the sleeve, handing it over before the words are been fully out of your mouth. he had noticed you were cold, of course, and was about ready to force you to wear it even if you didn’t ask. “here. i hope it helps,” he says, holding it up so you can shrug it on. “it’s pretty chilly today.” you wear it normally, of course, too cold to imitate his one-armed look, even if it was only in jest, and are grateful for how warm it is. satan runs hot, you’ve noticed, and it makes you sigh in contentment as you stop feeling like your fingers are going to freeze.

➳ asmo brightens. “of course you can borrow it! here, take it!” he watches gleefully as you slide on his coat, thinking about how #cute you look. you wearing his clothes always sends a thrill down his spine. “do you want my scarf too?” he doesn’t wait for a reply, unwinding it from around his neck, gently pulling you closer to him. he likes how you trust him to place it perfectly, staying still as he wraps it around you. while he had been wearing it as an accessory, he makes sure the main function of your style is warmth, though it still looks cute. “looks perfect!” he says once he finishes, though he’s not just remarking on the scarf.

➳ barbatos huffs a quiet laugh, already prepared to give you his coat. he had suggested you wear one, aware of the chill that permeated the air, but you had declined, leading him to know you would then ask to wear his instead. “yes, you may borrow it. this is why i said you should’ve brought one, you know.” you don’t reply to his scolding, just hugging yourself around his coat. “maybe next time you'll listen,” he teases gently, knowing you probably wouldn’t. but that was okay. he didn’t mind helping you, whether it was lending you his coat or otherwise, and though he’d never admit it, he found your stubbornness a little endearing.

➳ simeon deftly unties the cloak’s strings, passing it over to you. “it’s pretty warm so i hope it helps.” you wrap it around yourself, shoulders loosening instantly, but struggle a little with tying around your neck. “may i?” simeon offers, taking the strings from you and knotting them, adjusting the fabric so it drapes over both shoulders evenly. “does that feel better?" he asks, feeling accomplished when you nod. ”good.“ he smiles warmly, the sight of it perhaps doing more to you then the cloak. "i’m glad."

➳ solomon whines a little but doesn’t mean it. “my coat? but i’ll be cold too!” he’s just teasing of course, and hands his cloak over easily, letting you put it on. “i wish it were a little bugger,” he muses, “then we could share it, almost like a blanket.” the idea is appealing, and he wonders how much bigger the new one would have to be, mind already coming up with a pattern. you hold it open for him anyway, and solomon chuckles a little, wasting no time placing himself close to you, the fabric barely wrapping his shoulder. his exposed side it cold, but the side that’s pressed against you isn’t, and he knows it’s worth it.

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[ill-skillsgard]

Faust x Faith - No Looking Back

Warning: 18+ smut, public sex, violence, blood, arson, implied death, mentions of non-consensual touching (nothing explicit and no r-words used,) mentions of stalking, unconsciousness, anti-religious themes, strong language.

Note: Hey, hey. I’ve wanted to write this for a while, but haven’t had much time. This isn’t based on any requests—just something I feel needs to happen to move the universe along. After this, I’ll be basing future FxF stuff off drabble requests instead of going story-heavy for a bit. Likes, comments and reblogs are suuuper ‘ppreciated!

Summary: - Not based on Lords of Chaos. I use Faust!Valter’s likeness only as inspiration - 3.6K words -

Faust makes good on his word to protect Faith, taking drastic measures to assure her assailant never bothers her again.

Read more Faust x Faith here [x]

Thin raindrops pattered the man's leather jacket as he walked through the streets with his hood drawn up and his eyes low. For two days, the drizzle persisted and melted the black snowbanks into slush. Though the dismal atmosphere kept most inside, Sven had good reason to travel across town on foot. The promise of a girl's company waited at the end of his route, and he put off his regular nightly routine of masturbating to fetish porn for—what he hoped was—the real thing.

He glanced at his cracked phone screen every few minutes to check in with her, making sure she hadn't changed her mind, that she was serious. From the earnestness of her messages and the speed at which she replied to his questions, he determined she meant what she said about wanting to meet. Finally, his luck was turning. He’d show that miserable bastard Faust who was the better man.

- What abt ur bf? Lol

- What about him? Not here, is he?

- Thought u were a good girl.

- Haha, not really. Are you close?

- Ya. Y r we meeting at this random place?

- I need you to promise you won't tell a soul. If you can prove that to me, maybe we can keep meeting up.

- Lol ok. I PROMISE I won't say a word😉

- Thank you. Hurry, please. It's cold out!

- Be there in 5. I'll let u wear my jacket altho idk might not need it😉

- Hehe omgosh. You're making me blush.

- I'll make u do way more then blush baby. Just wait.

Sven lengthened his strides and turned the corner onto a hill leading toward the industrial area of town. Down the slope, he walked past several warehouses and legions of trucks parked inside barbed-wire fencing. It was a peculiar site to meet up, but his rendezvous insisted on a place nobody would think to look.

Betting his night would take an erotic turn, Sven popped a piece of gum in his mouth and chewed away the cigarette taste. He was seconds away from the spot she chose to meet, and his chest constricted with excitement. His boots crunched over gravel and garbage as he walked down a narrow alley between two faceless buildings. There was an open lot at the end of the lane, where he assumed she was waiting. As he made his way through the dimly lit alley, he whistled to make his presence known. The shrill tune reverberated off an overflowing dumpster to his left, and as he stepped to clear the reeking trash receptacle, something hard and blunt swung out at eye-level and flattened him to the ground.

Dazed and blinded from the sudden strike, he tried moving his mouth, but only a bubble of blood popped from his lips. A piercing stream of sound filled his ears as the edges of his vision turned dark. A large black figure came into view above, haloed by the soggy grey sky in the deepening veil. The featureless shadow chuckled deeply before a heavy boot's tread put out his lights.

~*~

Several hours passed before Sven's eyelids shuddered. By then, his assailant had had plenty of time to tie him to a wooden chair and organize his instruments of punishment. A headache blistered through the man's skull, throbbing in his eye sockets until he gained enough consciousness to open them. When he saw the person who had knocked him out, his throat closed and the gasp ripping through came out high-pitched.

"Faust... Please... Don't—" Sven hiccoughed. "Don't do this. I'm sorry. I'm SORRY!"

Faust, who had been facing the doorway at the end of a long red runner, turned toward Sven, holding a hammer's handle in one hand while cradling the head in the other. A malicious smirk peeked out from a curtain of black hair. He took a step forward, the clomp of his leather boots echoing through the church. Each step made a menacing sound that bit down on Sven's nerves and rattled his sensitive skull.

"What are you apologizing for?"

"I know you hate me, but please, don't hurt me. I swear I'll never talk to her again!"

Faust approached, flashing the obsidian hammerhead. He tossed the tool in his grip and stuck his hand into his pocket, producing several five-inch nails.

"No! God, no, please! Faust! Don't do this!"

The black-haired giant stopped to admire the curve of the hammer’s prongs. Sven looked around the empty church and saw a jerrycan taking up space in a nearby pew. He immediately started struggling against the jute rope binding his wrists and ankles to the chair as Faust drew nearer, smile uncoiling.

"I already gave you the chance to never talk to her again. Remember?"

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

"Sorry means fuck all to me. You should know that. The only reason you left the campsite with your dick intact is because of the witnesses," Faust said, then spun around with his arms out, showcasing their solitude. "Now, it's just you and me."

"Please don't," Sven muttered through swollen lips. "Fuck, I'll do anything!"

"There's nothing you can do. Nothing a sorry sack of human waste can provide this world to make me change my mind."

"SHE LIED!"

Faust jingled the nails in his jacket, reminding Sven who held the weapon.

"Whatever she told you... It's not true! I was at the party, but I didn't do anything to her!" Sven's voice cracked.

"Oh... So you didn't follow her into my bedroom?"

"No! I talked to her for a minute, and that's all. That's all, I swear, Faust. Don't kill me."

The stomp of boots neared the altar where Sven struggled in the chair. He twisted to loosen the rope and slipped one hand out. Faust grabbed his wrist and pinned it to the arm of the chair, readying a nail between his lips as he gripped the hammer. Sven let out a scream, stifled instantly by the hammerhead. Faust wedged the metal between his teeth and hissed.

"Shut the fuck up, or I'll use this to smash your teeth out like a goddamn window. Understand me?"

Sven nodded and quaked as Faust placed the tip of the nail against the soft, flat part of his forearm.

"Stay still. If I fuck up and hit the Radial or Ulnar artery... You could bleed out before I'm done. Gotta get it right between the bones." Faust slapped the pale skin to reveal blue veins. He pressed the nail’s tip in place and rose the hammer above his head, bringing it down and stopping short of the head as Sven shrieked.

Faust cackled. "Jesus Christ, dude. Did you really think I was gonna nail you to a chair?"

Sven groaned, relieved and moist with cold sweat. "Faust, I'm serious. Please, man. You gotta believe me."

His dark laughter continued, bouncing off the high ceilings, the wooden pews and polished floors. As Sven let out his own nervous chuckle, Faust brought the hammer down in one swift pull, then slapped his hand over Sven's gaping mouth to stifle the screams. Howling, Sven rattled his head back and forth as a searing bolt of pain tore through his right arm, crackling in his shoulder where it burned and burned.

Faust tore his phone out of his back pocket and brought up a video, slamming the screen into Sven's face. The video of him grabbing Faith in his room while he was states away watching the live feed from the camera he'd set up on the desk.

"I knew these little cameras would come in handy. See? I know what you did, you stupid fuck. And you know what else? I would have just beat the shit out of you had I not stopped by your place before our little meeting."

Sven whined, tears pouring from his eyes in steady streams.

"Oh, yeah. That's right. I went into your room... Saw some interesting things on your computer. At first, I thought it was just standard fucking creep shit. Snuff porn, torture... Teen girls. None of that surprised me... Until I dug around and found your little stalker file buried in your folders. You didn't even encrypt it. How fucking stupid are you?"

"I'm sorry," Sven shook.

"Why are you apologizing to me?"

"I'm sorry for touching her. I should have left her alone."

"What'd you think was gonna happen? That she wouldn't tell me? Or that I wouldn't believe her? And now I know you've been following Faith around, taking pictures of her, you fucking predator. And what about those other women, huh? You sorry about them, too?"

"Yes! I'm sorry. I know I have problems! I'm trying to get help. Please, Faust. If you let me go, I promise I'll do it. I'll get better. I haven’t hurt anyone!"

Faust shook his head slowly, grunting in refusal. "No. I meant what I said when I told you I'd crucify you if you went near Faith again. I'm doing the world a favour."

Sven hung his head and bled from the grievous wound pinning him to the chair, shuddering weakly from his injuries. Faust would never relent. He'd witnessed the drummer's cold disdain, the malignant hatred living inside that made him turn to the dark with open arms. Faust wasn't an actor. He pledged himself to the darkness with unyielding conviction, never one to take such things lightly. This realization depleted Sven's will to reason with the man.

Faust gripped another thick nail and drove it through Sven's left arm, smiling as blood dripped from the wood onto the church altar. The violent yelps filled Faust with morbid delight as he pressed the bloodied hammer under his victim's chin and raised his face.

"You're gonna die tonight, Sven."

"What makes you better than me? You'll be a murderer," Sven stuttered. "You hurt people, too."

"You and I are not the same. Don't ever compare yourself to me. You're a coward, and I warned you. Tread on what's mine, and I'll destroy you. That's what I said."

"All this over a girl? Are you fucking crazy!?"

Faust stooped to one knee, looking up at Sven as though the insult had cut him. Faust's brows arched, bottom lip jutting outward as he studied Sven, who closed his eyes. Then, Faust rose to his feet, leather stretching from the motion. Faust tapped his chin, smiled, and leaned over to whisper, "yes... Totally fucking crazy."

With a powerful kick to the chest, Faust sent the chair and Sven toppling backward. He then unzipped his pants, pulled out his manhood and giggled as he emptied his bladder on the weeping man. While Sven cried and moaned, Faust closed his zipper, whistling merrily. He left Sven on his back and snatched the jerrycan from the pew, taking slow, calculated steps while twisting off the cap and dousing the altar in gasoline.

As the gas trickled, Sven's desperation mounted. He could not flail, so he screamed. Faust gently reminded him what he'd do to Sven's teeth if he carried on shouting. The pinned man blubbered and begged, but Faust ignored his pleas. Inside his head, all Faust heard was the sound of flames rushing into a circle around Sven, crackling over the carpet and up the old church's wooden beams. By the time the roof caught fire, Faust had planned on being long gone.

"Please, Faust... You'll regret this! I know you're a serious person, but this is too far. You won't be able to live with yourself!"

"Wrong. I couldn't live with myself knowing I let a vulture like you walk this planet freely." Faust poured a trail down the floor runner, far away from the altar. He tossed the can aside and looked up at the Catholic saints' stained-glass portrayals and Jesus at the center of it all, staring down with sad eyes. Faust took a book of matches from his pocket and ripped one from the bunch, running its tip across the ignitor strip until a small flame burst to life. Faust flicked the match to the ground without a second thought, and the flame ate up the gasoline trail swiftly. The church was illuminated, and the colourful glass windows came to life. Faust raised his eyes to the forlorn Jesus and leered while the fire spread.

He did not stay to admire his work or revel in the cries of a man burning alive. Faust fled before the fire consumed the church, not once looking back or wondering if his victim had somehow escaped. He trudged through puddles of slush, hair swinging in the wind, white shadows of breath leaving his mouth.

It was time to get back to finish the tour. But he had one more stop to make.

~*~

Faith left the mall after helping close the book store. She received small smiles and nods from the mall staff as they locked doors and unfolded security gates. Some of the people she had spoken to before, and some she had only seen in passing. Though she returned their pleasantries, inside Faith was fretting. She tried not to worry about her boyfriend or ask where he was under strict orders to go about her day as usual.

She stepped into the evening air as the sun sank, taking the blue from the sky along for the descent. Wisps of white cloud stretched across the pink and violet above. Faith took in a deep breath and walked to the bus stop situated between a movie theatre and a dollar store. She popped her earbuds in and turned on a song that reminded her of Faust; one he wouldn’t like. His music taste had no room for the upbeat indie rock she enjoyed. Still, she smiled when the lyrics reminded her of him.

The scent of cigarette smoke caught her attention, and she looked around, finding no culprit. She wondered where the smell came from if nobody was around but soon forgot when the city bus appeared in the distance. It had to make a long trek around the parking lot before it pulled up at the movie theatre. Faith readied her bus card to scan as another cloud of smoke enveloped her senses.

Faith whirled around, and there he was, all black and leather, white teeth clutching the filter of a cigarette. Faust smiled, his words bolting from his mouth as she clamped her arms around him and crushed her face into his chest. The leather and musk brought tears to her eyes. She ripped out her earbuds and tried not to weep.

He hushed her, lifted her off the ground and retreated into the shadowed alley between the theatre and the store. By the time the bus pulled up, Faust had pressed her against the brick wall behind the building.

"Faust. Oh my gosh, where have you been? I was so worried," Faith gasped.

"Sh, don't ask questions, baby." Faust smothered her mouth, holding her thighs around his waist.

"Mm—I love you. Oh my God. I can’t believe you’re here! I love you so freaking much."

"I know you do," Faust breathed against her lips. "I love you, too, babe."

"Tell me where you've been!"

Faust shook his head and kissed her neck instead. She raked her fingers through his hair, knocking his hood down so she could see him unobstructed.

"Told you... Don't ask... Mmkay?... Stop asking... Just let me... Mm—fuck!"

Faith pulled his pelvis inward with her thighs, rubbing against his crotch and the heavy bullet belt wrapped around his hips. In their cloud of lust, Faust pushed his black jeans down just enough to free his erection.

"Fuck, I love your little skirts. Makes it so easy," Faust murmured.

The thought of Faust showing up disquieted her, but his lips on her skin and his desire thwarted these anxieties for a while. She set aside her questions, happy to have him in her arms again and overcome by arousal. When he stretched her panties aside and pushed into her, they both froze in expressions of excruciating ecstasy. Faust tilted his head back and closed his eyes, and Faith clutched his shoulders, already writhing from the intense fulfillment between her legs.

Just as she thought Faust might drop her, he bent his knees and hoisted her higher up on the wall. In his arms, she weighed close to nothing. She missed feeling tiny against him.

"Miss my cock?" He growled in her ear.

"Yes, baby. Oh my gosh, of course, I missed it. I missed my big man."

"Yeah? Fuck, I miss my little pussy," Faust breathed. "Mm, show me those gorgeous tits."

Faith unbuttoned her work polo and stretched the collar down around her breasts for Faust to bury his face. Though there wasn't an abundance of flesh to lose himself in, Faust shivered from the first taste of her nipples. With muted groans of pleasure, he rammed into her until Faith could no longer contain her cries, unaccustomed to his girth. Faust absorbed her whimpers with his mouth, coaxing her tongue until she only hummed.

He felt ferocious from the last twenty-four hours. If he could make Faith scream without drawing attention, Faust would have slammed her into the wall and fucked her until she shredded her vocal cords. He had to keep a low profile. Even visiting Faith was a considerable risk, but one he relished taking as she clamped her thighs and rutted against him.

He supported her ass in both hands and shifted off the wall to fuck her standing up. While he took her this way, she wrapped her arms around his neck and whimpered, whispering, "yes, fuck my pussy hard, big boy. Oh, I love that big cock inside me."

Faust unhooked and held her out so he could watch her breasts jiggle with every bounce. "You still taking your birth control? I'm gonna fucking bust so hard inside you, baby."

"Yeah. Yeah, baby, do it. Fill my pussy, please. I want your cum."

Her dirty talk and sweet sobs for his cock pushed him over the edge. He cradled her head as he pushed her against the wall and throbbed between her legs until empty. Faust pulled out and immediately turned her around and bent her over to watch globs of fresh cum dripping from her wet slit. He used one finger to push some of it back inside and had her suck off the rest. Afterward, he pulled up his pants and compressed her against the wall, one hand over her mouth while the other worked her clit in gentle circles. Faust didn't stop until she squealed and shuddered against him, muffled in his jacket and writhing from the manual orgasm.

When Faith calmed down, he released her and stepped away, pulling a cigarette from the squished pack in his jacket pocket. The lighter's flame created an orange halo around his face and promptly died. He smoked like nothing had happened while she fixed her skirt, buttoned her polo and zipped up her coat.

Faith smiled up at her lover, the night blotting out most of his features.

"I'm so glad you're home," she said.

"Not for long," Faust exhaled.

Her heart quivered. "Wait, what?"

"I gotta go back."

"When?"

"Tonight."

"What? No! But... You just got back," said Faith.

Faust shrugged, his leather jacket speaking for him. The evening matured, consuming the details of her hurt expression until the streetlamps along the road came to life.

"Why did you come here?"

Faust took one last long haul off his cigarette and flicked it down the alleyway. "Listen to me, Faith... You need to quit asking questions. I'm serious. The more questions you ask, the worse it'll be. And you and I did not see each other tonight. As far as you know, I'm on tour. Understand?"

"Yes," Faith said to appease him.

"I want to stay, trust me. But I can't. You know why. All the answers you want, you already have. Don't keep bugging, don't mention it ever again."

"I want to go with you," she whispered.

"No. You stay. Go to your classes, go to work, go visit your parents. Everything normal. And I don't want you moping around either. You put on that pretty smile, and you pretend for me. I'll call you in a couple of weeks before the last show and arrange a way for you to get there."

"What do you mean you’ll call in couple of weeks?" Faith whined. “What about goodnights?”

"I don't have a phone anymore."

"Why—? Oh, um... Okay. I understand."

Faust gathered the girl up in his arms and kissed the top of her head. "Good girl. I love you, and I miss you."

"I love you, too."

He tipped her face up and sensed tears forming in her eyes. Faust shook his head. "No crying. We'll see each other very soon. Just a couple more weeks."

"I know," she sighed.

"I love you more than anything, Faith. Now, go catch your bus. Should be here in a few minutes."

"But what about you?"

"Don't worry about me. I'm on tour. I'm not even here," he explained.

Faust kissed her again, smoothed his hands over her shoulders and turned her to face the bus stop. He urged her along. "No looking back. Hop on the bus and go do your schoolwork."

"Okay," she said, determined to make him proud. Faith walked out of the shadows and into the lamplight hovering over the depot. Across the lot, the city bus pulled in, and though she longed to turn around to see Faust watching over her, she kept her eyes forward and waited. When the bus pulled up, and the doors drew back, she stepped onto the platform and smiled at the driver as she scanned her pass. Faith took a seat in the back and put in her earbuds. She searched through a list of bands and selected the only one whose logo was illegible. As she pressed play, she listened to the immediate assault of the drums, their constant and violent beat. Faith smiled—warm in her chest and between her legs.

#faust x faith #valter skarsgård smut #valter skarsgård fanfiction #valter skarsgard fanfiction #Valter Skarsgard imagine

[earlgreymon]

#digiweek2021: a story 12 hours away 🕵️‍♀️

if you follow me long enough, you know i changed my profile picture very often. yet as i built the digiweek page and realised that we both use characters outside adventure as profile picture (jenrya being from tamers and izumi from frontier), i tried to keep it that way so that our participants know that we are embracing all the digimon series and not just one.

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hi, this is sky.

so apparently, i didn't pass out.

there's a lot of things i want to tell you about Digiweek; about what happened before it actually started, about what happened during the week itself. note that this will be more like a VERY LONG rambling and appreciation to some people that's been very helpful to me. and yes, despite the picture above, this will be from my own point of view, not sam's (@tangledupblue​​).

more stories, bloopers, things that caused quite a ruckus, and screenshots this way!

on your mark,

the idea of this event came up after i constantly nagged about wanting to have a general otp event. you know i'm a die-hard multishipper and not all of my ships have their own event because they're either crack or minor ships. considering i'm old too tired to involve in every single otp weeks, i thought it would be nice to have an event where i can show some love to my favourite pairs at once.

when i found out about an event called digiotpweek existed, i really wanted to participate. hell, i was willing to help to organise the event since i currently have more free time after graduating and returning to my home country. i tried to mention them a few times in my post, expressing my interest and hoping that i'd get a response, but i didn't.

i came to lynn (@dutchforstrangers​​) who happened to participate digiotpweek a few years ago and also wanted to join should there is a similar event as we wait for the taiora week to come. was thinking about creating a new similar event, but it felt like stealing because we didn't actually ask digiotpweek for permission to use their idea.

our discussion somehow ended up with: how about creating a similar digimon event, but a more general one without specifically referring to pairings so that everyone who loves digimon can participate?

i started to think about the idea more seriously. it'd be a perfect opportunity too especially odaiba memorial day was coming in a few months. one of the biggest drives for me was when someone reblogged my graphics with a tag saying they were quite shock (in a good way) to find a post about digimon in year 2021.

i was like, "hey, we're here! we're pretty much alive!!"

but honestly, i was in doubt at first. i'm a new player here; i just literally made this earlgreymon blog last year thanks to lockdown. although i had some experiences organising online events (such as secret santa challenge in a roleplay forum i participated), tumblr is a different league and tbh it's a pretty scary place haha! when i organised an online event, it was with and for the people i've known previously and speak the same language. i could imagine a tumblr-based event would be more diverse in terms of participants.

yet again, i've been here almost a year and the people in digimon fandom has been very supportive :") so i thought to give it a try, but first i have to measure the hype because what's the point of concepting a whole event but no one wants to participate??

i began with conducting an interest check here. again, thank you so much to all of you who had filled the form!! i couldn't give you the whole result, but here's the part i thought would be interesting to share:

we have 23 participants in total and there's one (1) person who did not follow adventure. i was like confused and amazed (in a good way) at the same time. it's also interesting to note that any other universe outside adventure didn't even get 50%.

during this survey, i took a mental note that digimon is not only about anime: it's also about video games and even comic books. so that's why when i received this one input, i knew i actually had a very strong stance. yet again, when they said they wanted to drop out of the event, i couldn't help but feel disappointed in myself HAHAHA. sorry guys, i'm bad at handling rejection, especially i have a tendency as a people pleaser. but i consistently told myself that i will never make everyone happy.

anyway. i knew i cannot make everyone happy, but i can learn. and since i only watched adventure, 02, tamers, and frontier (a bit of watching savers and once played rumble arena quite religiously), i have to reach out to someone so i could make prompts that were applicable to all universe. the only person i knew playing digimon games was simon (@v-dramon​​) so i asked him a few questions before actually writing down the prompts.

in terms of conducting a tumblr event, i decided to reach ayushi (@ashandpikachu​​) who was the person behind tri week 2020 and gen (@animegenork​​) who is the captain of the takari week. the questions were more technical because i was unfamiliar with tumblr ecosystem (e.g. should i make a sideblog? should it be a separate account?).

and finally, i knew i have to search for a comrade to have some opinion about stuff. i preferred to search for someone who lived in a different timezone because i realised i'm in a very odd timezone compare to other people in digimon fandom. i was about to ask lynn, but i was too shy and afraid i was going to meddle with her time (sorry lynn, i really hope you're not offended >///<).

so what i did was.... passively waiting for someone to come and volunteer. i was a total chicken, i know.

but someone did come. one fine day, sam messaged me saying that she'd be willing to help. i thought about her being in the american side of the world, and i said, "perfect. let's get to it."

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get set,

the original google docs for digiweek! yay!

when sam joined in, i actually had set out the general concept of the event already. i had assigned some prompts to certain days, taking some ideas from the survey as consideration. i had also written down some narration to elaborate the prompts further to sam, in addition to serve a personal note to myself because i'm a very forgetful person.

these narrations eventually became the prompt walkthrough that we had posted before the event because we thought like it would help the participants to brainstorm :D

i was also taking a peek at some of the digimon events such as tri week and the otp weeks. i was more comfortable with general/one-word prompt model, but i was also interested in questions format (like digimon 30 days challenge and 02 appreciation challenge, credit to respective owners) because i felt like questions can be adopted more easily by someone who doesn't want to make fanart/fanfic. as you know, we ended up using both formats and i should say it's a pretty good call.

i was quite firm to keep this event as general as possible. that was why we regretfully had to strike some prompt ideas like "crest" and "odaiba" because these terms are very, very adventure-centric. however, i myself also proposed some weird prompts myself which made sam frowned in confusion lmao.

for example, on day 4, the original prompt was "evil" HAHAHA. this was because i wanted the antagonist to obtain more spotlight (a.k.a. THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE THE DAY TO WORSHIP ETEMON-SAMA) for the sake of diversity. sam proposed to change it with "heaven/hell" or "day/night" so it would emphasise more on two contrasting things, but we finally settled on dark/light. also, originally, "home" should be on day 6 and "dream" should be on day 7 before we switched them.

we wrapped up things quite quickly. with the help of ayushi, we managed to adopt tri week's rules so we could focus on other things. i started to build the digiweek blog, we also discussed the timeline, and finally we launched the digiweek blog on june 20th! woohoo!!

while i queued some announcements, sam mostly handled the askbox. we also tried to actually work on our submissions, but not because we had the headstart advantage (trust us, we were also slacking off with our own submissions). we needed to make sure that it was doable to make seven contents in one month (although of course we did not expect all the participants to constantly submit something every single day) because if we weren't able to do it ourselves, it was possible other participants would also struggle.

we were very excited to receive some positive responses, and the amount of reblogs was amazing! of course we also saw those who said that they couldn’t make it due to some stuffs, and yes we’re sad. i’m trying my best as #SkyFromMarketing to persuade some people to still join, especially people that i enjoy their contents so much. i didn’t know if eri (@himetsundere​​​) would be busy or not during digiweek, but look: i need at least one (1) mimato content on digiweek and i knew she wouldn’t disappoint 🤡 i also acknowledged that noct (@sorasfishing​​​) was very busy with rl, but we managed to find some way for her so that she could still participate—and gurl, look at those fabulous makeups...

we also giddily discussed how to answer every time there's a question came to our askbox. however, it wasn't all rainbows because we did face some questions that made us feel uncomfortable.

one time, we received a question from anon asking why we prohibited incest. we had a VERY long discussion about this, but after some careful thought, we decided not to answer this because:

we stand firm with the rules. we both have siblings and we are uncomfortable with this. with incest, there was also a huge possibility of non-consensual age gap relationship content which is also a red flag.

it's not like we necessarily prohibited you to write/draw about incest; we just won't reblog it.

since it was asked anonymously, we weren't sure if the question was pure out of curiosity or just trolling us. we did not want to take the risk by starting controversy even before the event started. no offense to the anon who actually asked this question, but if you really wonder why we actually prohibited it, above is our reasons.

unfortunately, not long after we decided so, sam received another anonymous question on her personal blog; now asking whether age gap is allowed on digiweek. that was where we decided to turn off anonymous questions momentarily. at least if anyone wants to question our stance on this, the best way is to come forward without hiding behind anonymous.

i personally felt that this was appalling. look: there are two mods in digiweek, but when it comes to this event, we are one. we’re in the same boat. when my co-mod received a personal offence because of digiweek, you’re offending me too. i won’t take the whole credit for digiweek because sam and i worked equally hard for this. 

to avoid some bias, i turned off the option to let everyone see who's the person behind a post or a reblog on digiweek although if your ‘keep reading’ turns into some spanish words that was obviously reblogged by sam. we also worked in a shift that we kept private (we hinted it once, but we never exactly tell you our shift, right? ;p) because again, i believe you didn’t have to know who’s reblogging your submission. 

now that we finished with the event, i think we could share it, huh?

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go,

i am a perfectionist. sam has her own ocd. that’s why we quickly agreed on one thing.

spreadsheet. we have to keep the track of the submissions with a spreadsheet. this might sounded extreme, but the spreadsheet was actually helpful to know which submission has been reblogged and by whom it was reblogged. the spreadsheet also let us know if we had reached 100th submission and so on.

yellow is sam, pink is me. takari forever.

in addition, the spreadsheet helps because we worked with a shift, so every time we started a shift, we could just take a look at spreadsheet and see how far our comrade had come. it is interesting to note that the time difference between jakarta (gmt+7) and mexico city (gmt-5) is 12 hours, so we actually always have the same time and the difference is only on am/pm. if it’s 10pm in jakarta, it’s 10am in mexico city. this is where we’re relieved i’m no longer live in australia because imagine the extreme time difference...

we always begin our shift at 7am our respective local time, which means i started my shift at 12am gmt and sam started her shift at 12pm gmt. it’s easy to mark the shift change because that’s when we both always post our own submission. so if you see me posting a submission on earlgreymon every 12am gmt, that was when sam ended her shift by putting my submission on digiweek’s queue and vice versa.

the funny thing is i’m an early bird, so i was always on my best period as i started my shift. however, sam is a night owl, so she always started her shift as a zombie. that’s how this meme show up lmao.

also, we always started to reblog contents for the new day at 7am gmt. we carefully chose this because as per our knowledge, the westernmost participant is in PST, so we tried to wait for our digipals in PST to actually enter the same day. the beginning of a new day will always be marked with digiweek reblogging my submission (except on day 1 and day 7) because i was always the first to submit my content lol. #leadingbyexample #lifeofGMT+

nevertheless, timing wasn’t a big issue. our biggest hell was tagging. 

we understand that there’s a lot of naming variation in digimon. fusion and xros wars. jyou, jou, and joe. taiyama, taito, and yamachi. again, as perfectionists, we were trying our best to put some attention to detail, so we decided to put up a system for our tagging:

we’ll put tags in order of #digimon, #digiweek2021, #day [...], #universe, #characters, #relationship, #[@/submitter], #typeofcontent

and yes, all lowercase

we’ll use the japanese name on digimon fandom wikia, but for human characters, we will also look up fanfiction.net

we won’t use pair names and replace them with ao3′s relationship tagging

i won’t even bother to explain how we would decide if a post should be tagged as a certain universe and relationship because until this very day, i’m still hella confused...

but anyway, the event went on. on our first day, we were too excited so we reblogged everything AT ONCE lmaoooo. realising the traffic was so dense, we tried to reblog stuffs every 20 minutes or so.

the event itself went pretty well. mods didn’t have many differences for the whole week. usually, our problems were how we should tag a reblog (again), whether a content violated our rules, and if a content should be given a trigger warning. for these reasons, some posts will be reblogged quite late because we had to wait for one another to wake up first. once, sanni (@seventeenlovesthree​​) posted a taishiro fanart that we thought is in a borderline due to age-gap romance. and yes, we are very sensitive to this topic due to the questions we received previously as i have told you above. i sincerely apologise for the inconvenience, sanni :(

the heaviest argument would be on day 4 when someone posted a political content. tell you the truth, i was veryyyy uncomfortable because i didn’t thought someone will put a political issue on an animanga/game-related event. but sam convinced me that it is a peaceful protest and it was more of a cultural stuff. i was quite adamant about my stance not reblogging this, but she managed to change my mind even with some precautions i wanted to be fulfilled lmao thanks for tolerating me.

on to the bright side, WE DIDN’T THINK THAT THE AMOUNT OF SUBMISSIONS WOULD SKYROCKET TO MORE THAN 300!! like i had predict that it wouldn’t be more than 100, but we broke that record on third day and that was crazy!! people, are you ok?????

not gonna lie, i am SUPER OVERWHELMED. sometimes i would go crazy and made hilarious mistake. as you know, i’m not that attached to tri, so characters like daigo and maki aren’t really familiar to me. when i had to tag maki, i almost really tagged her as kappa maki because i didn’t know her name.

the worst part was when i reblogged jill’s (@sunnquy-lavendrr​​​) submission, which was a taishiro submission. i SWEAR TO GOD i thought i have tagged #koushiro/taichi in the post, but jill sent a message saying that i forgot to tag em. when i checked, apparently i was tagging them with #KOUSHIRO/IZUMI LMAOOOOOOO.

aaaandddd finally.... we didn’t expect that the range of the content was very diverse. we received not only fanfics and fanarts, but also makeups, cover song, poems, and especially your raw, beautiful stories of you and digimon. we’re so happy that you share the story with us :)

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finish line,

digiweek 2021 is over. we will still accept late submissions, even though maybe we’re not going as responsive as the week itself. there’ll be some housekeeping to do but... yeah, this crazy week has basically ended.

i’m not sure whether we will have another digiweek for now. that really depends on the post-event survey. and even if we have another one, there’s no guarantee i can become the mod again. i have a history of going m.i.a. from tumblr last year and history might repeat itself. but hey, if i’m not the mod, sam is still here. and even if sam cannot become a mod again, we’re always welcome if you want to adopt the event and keep the digimon spirit going!! do reach us out or if we both really, really going m.i.a. from tumblr, go and try your luck by reaching out @/pyokoromochi on twitter or even email me at [email protected].

now, firstly, i want to apologise if i have made some mistakes during the event, whether it’s deliberate or not. this event is far from perfect, i know. i am sorry if i have ever offended you and i shall learn from the experience itself.

i want to thank every single participants that i cannot mention one by one. not only those who participate in the actual week, but for those who had filled the interest check and stay with us until the very end. thanks for all the inputs and your enthusiasm.

i want to thank lynn, because if i didn’t talk to her at the first place, we wouldn’t even have the event :) you’re rock, lynn. sorry for not be able to help with the taiora discord, but i hope it’s gonna be thriving and excited to see more taiora content woohoo.

lastly, thank you to sam. i understand if you want to choke me sometimes and probably scream “this will be easier if you speak spanish!” 🤣🤣🤣 thanks for volunteering to this tedious job, but i couldn’t ask for a better partner. we’ve talked a lot during these couple of months, even some talks outside digimon itself. thanks for always supporting me and having my back. te quiero mucho, mi amigo!

thanks if you’re reading until the very end. stay safe and merry like a butterfly wherever you are, my digipals <3

#munpost #digiweek2021

[zegumi]

the moon is beautiful, isn't it?

fluff-ish I sfw I oneshot | gn

600+ words

it was way past your curfew and you definitely weren't meant to be this far from your house this late. your parents weren't home and nobody checked upon you, so who cares.

the reason why you were near the city centre on a friday night, alone? who knows.

you were in the park just above the river, head resting on the cold green grass. the chilly air swiping right under your nose, but you didn't care, as long you’re breathing, right?

the night sky looked clear tonight. you didn't know the faintest thing about the stars but they always look so beautiful to you, you liked the idea of a possibility, worlds beyond stars.

maybe there was a world where the man you love, loves you back.

you pulled your arms out of your zip-up and took it off, folding it and placing it behind your head, so you could get a better view of the sky. you closed your eyes for a second and a few more to admire the atmosphere. how could a world so wild hold so much peace?

you wished you could stay in this moment for an eternity, allowing the winds to sweep you away, taking you on adventures with the clouds, and making promises with the stars. you felt the hair on your arm stand up, but you didn't care. you liked the way the wind blew announcing its presence, the way the moonlight lit up your face, smiling on you from above.

your peaceful aura was interrupted by footsteps heading your way, you frantically searched for your keys.

"if you're gonna kill me at least make it quick and painless"

"if i was to kill you i would've done it by now"

you turned your head to confirm that the voice you heard wasn't just an illusion of your mind.

"tsukishima? what are you doing here"

"i could say the same for you" he giggled

he was so cute when he did that. he should smile more often, he has the nicest teeth and his face lights up and his eyes start beam-

'"Hellooo? I'm still here. I mean I could go if I’m a bother"

"no it's fine, stay, just let me think for a while"

he nodded his head and sat in the empty space beside you, close but far enough not to make it awkward. 'nows the time' you told yourself, it's perfect just like the movies, him you and the moon. you turned your head to watch him as he looked up at the sky. lost in your thoughts lover boy?

"a cookie for your thoughts"

"huh?, um well isn't it a penny" he chuckled

"well i haven't got a penny... or a cookie for that matter, you know what forget it"

you mentally dug your head underground, why were you so awkward when it came to talking to the people you wanted to talk to the most.

"no, it's cool actually"

You guys lay still for a few seconds but it felt like years flew by, him by your side laying together in silence. he consumed all your thoughts, every moment spent with him replayed itself like a movie, over and over and over again.

"y/n?"

"mmhm"

he came closer and placed his hand on your chin, slowly turning it to get a good look at your face. you guys were placed like that for longer than time could measure, you felt as though you were floating through space. he let you go and went back to his original positioning with both of his hands placed behind his head.

your hands were physically shaking as you patted down the place his hands were lingering on just a few seconds before. you tried to calm yourself down trying to create a legible sentence.

"I like you"

haha cliff hanger bc i didn't know what else to write. might do a part 2 might not although ill try my best to. I could’ve done better but my brain has given up bc I’ve been working on this for too long.

reblogs are very much appreciated <3

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[fieryanmitsu]

An Innocent Interruption | A3! (Itaru/Izumi) | 18+, NSFW

I HAVE A MILLION OTHER THINGS I SHOULD BE WRITING, BUT I DID THIS INSTEAD.  🤣 This is directly inspired by this post and this post from the hilarious @mankai-onlyfans account and is my take on the hints being dropped by those posts, haha. There’s also an interrogation a continuation of these two posts on the 18+ @mankai-afterhours​ account if you’re curious how the rest of the shenanigans went, haha!

Thanks again for letting me write this @mankai-onlyfans and for putting this genius idea into my head! 😂

AN INNOCENT INTERRUPTION

CHARACTERS: Itaru, Izumi, Muku (don’t worry, the NSFW parts don’t involve him at all)

PAIRINGS: Itaru/Izumi

Masterpost for my other fanfiction: here

AO3: Link in my Blog Menu

CONTENT WARNING: 18+ rating, NSFW, contains smut/explicit sexual descriptions and situations

Izumi buried her face into her arms, letting out another gasp as she felt Itaru’s fingers pull out of her slowly before sinking back in.

“So naughty, Izumi. You’re sucking up three fingers like it’s nothing,” Itaru chuckled from his position kneeling behind her.

Normally, words like that would make her embarrassed, but, right at that moment, Izumi didn’t care – she was much too focused on how amazing his fingers felt. She moaned again, fists gripping the bedsheets underneath her, as she pushed her hips towards Itaru, desperate to feel more of him inside her as he started to withdraw again.

“You’re seriously dripping wet,” Itaru remarked, pulling his fingers out after a few more long thrusts.

Izumi couldn’t see him from her position, but she could hear the salaryman licking his fingers with noises of appreciation.

“I-Itaru,” she gasped, distressingly aware of his absence. “D-Don’t stop.”

“Don’t stop what?”

“You know what!” the brunette snapped, twisting around to pout at him over her shoulder. “P-Put it back in.”

“My fingers, you mean?” he drawled, a fingertip circling the opening of her pussy lightly before letting the very tip of it press inside. “Or do you want something bigger?”

Izumi let out a breath and moved herself backwards again, sighing with satisfaction as she felt him sink inside her.

“S-Something bigger,” she replied, still pumping herself against his finger. “Please, I need it so badly.”

“Well, you know I can never say ‘no’ to you,” Itaru responded with a breathy chuckle. “Hold on.”

Izumi felt him shift behind her and then heard the tell-tale sound of a condom wrapper ripping and the pop of a bottle lid. A moment later, she felt his hands on her waist.

“Lean forward a bit more,” Itaru instructed.

The young woman shifted on her bed, positioning her pillow under her chest to make herself more comfortable, and canted her upper body forward. Then, she drew her legs closer to her chest and spread her knees open wide, lifting her butt as high as she could.

Izumi held her breath in anticipation. Then, a moment later, she felt the tip of Itaru’s cock press against her, sliding against her wet lips a few times before he finally pressed firmly against her opening. She couldn’t help letting out a moan – louder than she’d intended – as he slowly and steadily pushed himself into her.

“Fuck,” Itaru swore quietly, his swear devolving into a groan as he fully sheathed himself in her.

Izumi gasped and groaned with each of Itaru’s thrusts, forgetting entirely that she should keep her voice down. Behind her, Itaru panted as he pumped into her, his fingers gripping her hips tightly. Her mattress creaked beneath them as she began to meet his thrusts with her own movements. She could feel tension building up in the pit of her stomach and—

KNOCK! KNOCK!

They froze. Had they imagined it? It was well past one o’clock in the morning - everyone should be asleep, or at least in their rooms.

“D-Director? Your lights are on – are you awake?” came a muffled voice from the other side of the door.

They had left one of her lamps on and she saw that the light reached the doorframe.

“It-It’s Muku!” Izumi whispered, her heart rate quickening as she recognized the middle schooler’s voice.

“Pretend you’re asleep,” Itaru whispered back.

“B-But, what if something’s wrong – why would he be here in the middle of the night?”

“D-Director?” Muku’s voice came again.

As Izumi’s mind raced with how she should respond, she felt Itaru shift behind her and then felt him thrust his cock into her again. Deep.

“FUCK!” she swore out loud as she simultaneously managed to slam down a moan.

“I-Izumi?! Are you okay?!” Muku cried in alarm from the other side of the door.

“I-I’m fine! I-I just stubbed my toe! G-Give me a minute!” she blurted out.

Izumi immediately whipped herself around to glare at the man behind her.

“You idiot!! What are you doing?!” she hissed, not amused by his silent snickering.

“Sorry,” he mouthed back, not looking apologetic at all.

Izumi rolled her eyes and huffed in exasperation before she crawled off of her bed and rummaged through their pile of discarded clothes on the floor.

“Did you see my panties?” she asked quietly, fumbling her pajama top on.

“No idea,” Itaru responded, reclining back onto her bed. She didn’t have to look at him to know he was staring at her ass.

With a sigh, she pulled her pajama pants on without bothering with her underwear – she needed to answer the door before Muku got even more suspicious. She then picked up her blanket, which had half fallen off the bed and threw it over Itaru.

“And stay hidden! Don’t you dare let Muku see you!” she threatened quietly.

“Yes, dear,” he responded, shooting her a cheeky smile before pulling the blanket over his head.

Then, she swiped her phone off her desk, tossing it into her pocket, and turned off the lamp – just for good measure – before she carefully opened her door.

“S-Sorry about that Muku. I… I was just, er, doing some exercises so couldn’t answer right away,” Izumi said with a chuckle as she surreptitiously stepped into the hallway and casually closed the door behind her.

“Ahhh – I’m sorry for interrupting you! So that’s why your face is so red – I was worried for a second that maybe you were sick, too,” Muku responded, clutching a hand to his chest in relief.

“N-Nope! I’m totally okay!” she practically squeaked in response. “Wait, hold on. Too? Is someone sick?”

“Uhh, well, it’s me,” the pink-haired boy stammered. “M-My stomach isn’t feeling good and I kinda threw up earlier and I still feel really nauseous…”

“You’re feeling sick?” Izumi asked, her voice softening with concern. “Did you take your temperature yet? What about medicine?”

“I-I wanted to get some medicine, but I couldn’t find the right one… I-I was going to try waking up Kazu to help me, but then I saw your light was on, so I thought I’d ask you first.”

“Okay, c’mon, let’s go down to the kitchen. I’ll take your temperature and go find the medicine for you – we just stocked up, so it should be there somewhere.”

“Th-Thanks, Izumi,” Muku replied with a wobbly smile. “Sorry I startled you earlier and made you stub your toe.”

“D-Don’t worry about that! It wasn’t your fault, at all,” Izumi responded with a forced smile, gently ruffling Muku’s hair. She was going to have words with Itaru later.

While Muku took his medication – the poor boy was running a slight fever, as well – the young woman began boiling some water to make him ginger tea. As she tossed the slices of ginger into the roiling pot, she felt her phone buzz in her pocket. Taking it out, she saw that she had received a message from Itaru.

‘Oops. Found your panties. I was sitting on them.’

As if for good measure, he had attached a photo of said panties.

She felt her eyebrow twitch.

Oh, Itaru was really going to get it once she got back to her room.

I HAVE NOTHING TO SAY FOR MYSELF, HAHAHA. 😂 

 I hope you all enjoyed this silly little piece. Feel free to leave a comment and any reblogs are always appreciated!!

-Anmitsu

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[yoonia]

❥ Content Creator Year in Review

☞ tagged by @yeoldontknow, @chillingkoo, @inkedtae, @onherwings, @moononthejoon, @kpopfanfictrash (my precious, talented bubs. I love you! Happy almost New Year!) and retagged by @flurrys-creativity @jimlingss 

⇀ first creation and most recent creation of 2020: I kicked off 2020 with the release of Carousel Epilogue (Yoongi). That was a defining moment for me because it truly felt like I was ending one specific era to start another. Which was true, by the way, because Carousel had marked the rise of my blog at one point and it had been a part of my long journey in writing fanfiction that releasing that epilogue and ending the series then had become a true turning point for me and my blog. My most recent creation was Blurred Lines (Seokjin, ongoing). I never meant this one to be a series, but somewhere in the middle of writing it, I felt like the story needed to progress in small paces to build up the momentum. I have always had a hard time writing for Seokjin, seeing the actual person himself has multiple layers that we tend to misidentify him with the persona he normally shows us in public. I simply wanted to show that part of him in this story, while creating a new persona for Seokjin that I’ve had in mind since way back then when I wrote Hazy. 

⇀ one of your favourite creations from 2020: I’ve mentioned a few favourites a while ago, but the one that sticks to me the most personally was Spotless Minds (Hoseok). I wrote this based on my favourite movie, Eternal Sunshine of The Spotless Minds, taking the original idea of introducing two characters who erased a part of their past but giving it a more in-depth backstory compared to the movie itself. I still added a few elements that you may find from the movie but written here differently: the beach house, the waiting room, the stages where Hoseok was slowly losing his memory, and I added a few things that may help readers who haven't watched the movie to understand the aspects of the story a bit better without having to go back and watch the movie first. What pleases me most about this fic was the writing style that I used then — the sequences of the scenes, the back and forth between the timeline to reveal all the twists and turns — and then putting them all together. It was just fun creating this one.

⇀ a creation you’re really proud of: Oh, this one is the hardest to decide. I can’t choose between We Are All Dreamers (Jungkook) and Never Falling (Jimin). WAAD was a bit challenging to me. I love soulmate aus and I believe I had gotten stuck on this story right in the middle of it until I decided to add Jungkook’s pov in it to help with the story’s progression. I’m proud of how it came to be (and I can’t wait to share the continuing story for it) and how I’d gotten through the process of writing it. NF took me quite a while to finish, but I love every single thing about it. The story building, the tension, the momentum, and I think the characters I created in this story have become the pairing that I have grown to care the most this year aside from Strip!Jimin and his OC.  

⇀ a creation that took you forever: The Half-Lycan (Taehyung) and Of Bears and Bonds (Seokjin). Both stories took a while to work on due to their part in the Shifters series, which required me to take my time in planning and working things together to make sure that the story and the timeline would line up perfectly with its origin story, Blood Moon Rising. THL was actually planned to be posted on Tae’s birthday last year, but it took me 6 months to finish. OBB was planned to be posted immediately as both stories correlated between each other, but then things happened and what was planned to be an extremely long one-shot had ended up becoming a trilogy (the original word count was 69k words lol). 

⇀ a creation from 2020 that received the most notes: The Half-Lycan, I think? I know it went over 2k notes while the others remain somewhere around 1k or less lol Idk man, I don’t keep up with notes. I’m grateful for all the feedback, the reblogs, and the comments, so I remember those the most compared to the numbers. 

⇀ a creation you think deserved more notes: Ravished by Two (Namjoon, Seokjin), Spotless Minds (Hoseok), Red Series (Yoongi). Seriously, I love writing for Hyung line, but they don’t get enough love from everyone :( I must add Bed & Boyfriend(s) (Taehyung, Yoonkook) too because I worked hard on that one and I need it to get some more love lol

⇀ a new fandom you joined and a creation you made for it: I’m starting to get into Stray Kidz and Ateez more lately. I haven’t made any creation for them aside from adding Wooyoung (Ateez) as a side character in Spotless Minds haha I did write Simon Says for Simon Dominic though. 

⇀ a creation you made that breaks your heart: Slow and Steady (Jungkook) took the front seat on this one. I’ve fallen in love with the original idea when it was sent to me for a commission. I knew it would cause a lot of heartbreak and it did spark some reactions from my readers that I enjoyed reading through once the fic was up. I just didn’t think it would hurt ME in the process as well :/

⇀ a ‘simple’ creation that you really love: Let’s see… Pay By Play (Jungkook), Red Lipstick (Yoongi, from the Red Series), the drabbles I’ve made this year for Carousel and The Stand-In. Can I really call these ‘simple’ tho? Hahaha 

⇀ a creation that was inspired by another one: Strip! (Jimin) was a spin-off for Bad For You. Though I had originally started this series since October the year before, I still have to mention this one because I only began working on the final chapter after I was done with Carousel at the beginning of the year. The Half-Lycan was actually inspired by its drabbles. I’d never intended to expand Blood Moon Rising’s universe into the series you are seeing now, but when I was writing Rapture during NaNoWriMo 2019, I began to imagine Taehyung and his wolf pack to become a part of Jimin’s story. Since I was already planning to introduce the members as a pack in BMR in future chapters, I decided to link the two universes together and have Taehyung from Rapture to have his own story before I get to introduce the others. This decision was what had led me to create the entire Shifter series universe. 

⇀ a favourite creation created by someone else: umm...I haven’t had a chance to actually read a lot of fanfics this year as I have gotten into original stories more and the year has been crazy busy. The ones that I’ve read and shared are listed in my side blog, @diaficrecs. But here are a few that I’ve read but haven’t gotten a chance to write down my comment or feedback on and they are now sitting on my rec blog’s draft until the day I can get my thoughts together T^T — Inner Needs by @avveh, Divine Intervention by @opaljm, Third Wheeling by @untaemedqueen, Molotov Cocktail by @yeoldontknow, Aphrodite in War by @jungblue, Always Trust In Pixie Dust by @readyplayerhobi, daechwita by @ironicarmy, and I have to mention the one I’ve been re-reading the most, When You Watch by @gardentulips 

⇀ some of your favorite content creators from the year: aside from the beautiful people mentioned above, here are my beloved, talented friends — @jamaisjoons @suqakoo @softyoongiionly @randombtsprincessa @hungline @guktro @underthejoon @gukslut @gukyi @floralseokjin @ladyartemesia @baebae-goodnight @hobidreams

⇀ and for good measure, another couple more creations of yours that you love: omg I don’t think I can mention them one by one so let me just drop my masterlist here, here, and here :) 

⇀ tagging: everyone mentioned above who hasn’t done this yet...and if you don’t see your name here, feel free to do this if you want to and add me so I can add new stuff on my to-read-list :)) 

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[antihero-writings]

In the Temple of Dust 

Fandom: The Legend of Zelda (Breath of the Wild)

Character Focus: Link

Summary: After Link completes all the shrines, even though he's stronger than he's ever been...he still isn't sure he can be the hero everyone expects him to be. So some old friends try to cheer him up. Or...maybe they're more than just friends.

Notes: I've been playing Breath of the Wild for the first time lately, so when Tale Foundry's prompt this week ended up being "In the City of Dust" that's immediately where my mind went to, haha! I had to get the BotW fic idea out of my system first. I've also wanted to write a BotW fic since starting, and I thought this would be the perfect opportunity! 

This was also a bit inspired by a couple youtube videos: Zeltik's video on the Forgotten Temple potentially being Skyloft, and the Deathly Loneliness Attacks amv.

Please note that I have a very limited knowledge of the Zelda series as a whole (and I have actually not reached this point in my game yet)...so please forgive me if there were any inaccuracies! I tried my best, and I hope it was cool!

I hope you enjoy it! If you do, please consider reblogging, and/or leaving a comment!!

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In the Temple of Dust 

The hero took a look behind him at the crumbling columns and moss covered stones, the tree breaking out of the wall, and the now destroyed guardians lying among the ruins like the rest, a great sigh of this place, the last things alive silenced.

This whole place felt like a memory, long buried. What once must have been a grand temple now home to skeletons and monsters…and sometimes creatures that were both

He wished he remembered.

He turned forward and made his way to the foot of the goddess, where three chests sat waiting.

As his steps sounded, he heard the faint notes of music. Something like an ocarina. He looked around for the lone player, but there was nothing, no ghosts nor memory. Just, imagination or hallucination.

Did he know this place somewhere, sometime? Now it was nothing more than forgotten; forgotten by more than him alone, enough that that was a part of its name.

The goddess smiled down upon him from her place on high, the statue here taller than any of the others he’d seen, like the people who once lived here were closer to her than anyone else.

He bowed his head to say an extra thanks for good measure.

As he knelt down before the chests, and reached out to open one, his throat held his heart.

This was it. This was the reward of more than a hundred shrines worth of work. The worth of the weight of the world. Surely this would be far more than an ordinary weapon or arrow. This would be the treasure of ages.

It clicked, and he raised the lid. Sitting in the belly of the treasure chest was a green tunic.

He paused a moment to look at it quizzically, before gently reaching in and pulling it out, observing the craftsmanship, the design…trying not to feel disappointed. He wouldn’t have thought the armor of ages would be so plain. But he shouldn’t judge it for looks alone. Surely it was very valuable.

He lay it across his leg and moved on to the next chest. This was a pair of pants to go with the tunic, and the final, a hat, something like a nightcap.

Before he let disappointment overtake him, he decided to put them on. Surely he’d feel something when he did—stronger maybe? They had to be special, important, powerful. They couldn’t be anything less.

But when he put them on, he didn’t feel any stronger, any braver, any better equipped for life’s trials.

He looked at his reflection in a rusty shield in a last ditch attempt to unearth some sort of memory from his subconscious, but only more memoryless mind remained.

The echo of a hero. That’s what he always saw. Echo of a voice laid to rest a hundred years ago. A simple green tunic, without any special abilities, wouldn’t change that.

His face twisted as he groaned, pulling his sword from his back, and swinging it angrily at the air before shoving it into the ground, the sword that seals the darkness merely a stake in the mud, a monument to a lost cause.

He thought this sword would prove his worth, to others as well as himself. When that didn’t work, he thought completing all the shrines would give him answers, make him feel like the hero they all said he was. And though he was stronger than ever, it seemed the emptiness was deeper than that.

He sat on the edge of the staircase.

“Aren’t heroes supposed to have some special powers or something?” he scoffed to the empty air, leaning back against the staircase. “Or at least a sidekick? A memory to their name?” a pause. “I’m sorry I just...” A whisper: “I don’t know if I can save Hyrule after all.”

“What are you talking about?” He started at the sound of a child’s laugh…though the voice sounded oddly distant.

As he reached for the sword he found the speaker was resting his arms casually on the sword. He was indeed a child, but one that looked…oddly similar to himself. Not to mention, well…half transparent.

“You’ve had many powers over the centuries. ” He almost jumped as he saw another version of himself.

“I could control the wind! ” Another raised his hand, this one a child too, even younger than the first.

“I could walk on walls, and between worlds.” If he wasn’t mistaken, it was the painting on the far wall that spoke—he was sure it hadn’t been there before.

“I could become whatever I wanted to be, through the power of putting on a mask, ” said one leaning against the shrine, hiding his face.

“I could control time, ” said the original speaker.

“But that doesn’t make you a hero.” A wolf with strange markings walked in silently, and spoke seemingly with his thoughts.

“Can’t…Can’t you take me back to her then?” the hero asked the ghost of the first speaker. “Before all this started?”

He’d seen more than one ghost before—they even gave power to him. He knew there were enough strange things about this world to be all too fazed by this sight. Besides, perhaps it was just a dream after all. Best enjoy it while it lasts, rather than waste time being freaked out.

The child smiled. “Time was my game. This... ” he backed up, lifting his hands to gesture around him. “This is yours. ”

“What is?”

“Why this world, of course! ”

“It’s so wide, ” the shadowed one spoke.

“You’re freer than you’ve ever been,” said the wolf

“I guess…”

“What’s wrong? ”

“I mean, sure I’ve defeated monsters, and helped some people, and succeeded at the trials but—! What’s that matter if I don’t remember anything? I just…I don’t feel like the hero they all want me to be.”

“Do you think any of us felt like a hero? All we did was go around defeating monsters. ”

“And go on adventures! ” The wind one said, and they chuckled in reply.

“Did you ever consider that maybe being a hero was about more than that?” the time one spoke. “About something in here?" He touched his heart, (though the hero couldn’t feel his fingers).

“And he doesn’t mean the spirit orbs!” the wind one called, and the others laughed.

“You already have it in you.” He held out the sword to him. “I promise.”

“...Does…” He took the sword, observing his reflection in the metal. “Does it have to be this lonely?

“What are you talking about?”

Another version walked out, one who perhaps looked more like himself than the rest, and for a brief moment this place was a city in the clouds. This one’s eyes flicked briefly to the sword before saying,

“You’ve never been alone.”

Link looked around at all the ghosts, seemingly of his past selves, who all smiled in turn, and finally noticed they were all wearing the green tunic. The same one he got from the chests, now placed on his own.

“Now go kick Ganon’s butt!” The wind one put a fist in the air.

More laughter, even a few cheers, and Link smiled, rubbing the back of his neck as he replied.

“Well…I suppose I can at least try.”

The world breathed, and he shut his eyes against the wind. When he opened them again, they were gone.

The scene was a strange one to be sure, and he’d never profess to understand it. He still wasn’t quite sure he’d ever feel like the hero they all expected him to be. But as Link picked up the Master Sword, and walked back out in the world, the words of ghosts and lost memory ringing real in his head, he felt, at the very least, more like a hero than he did yesterday.

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~78. “Just please be my best friend right now, and not the person I confessed my love to~

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When Adam’s seven years old his first grade teacher asks him why he never has a lunch. He tells her he forgets to get up early enough to make it. Three weeks after that she asks him where he got that nasty bruise on his left arm. He tells her he had wiped out on his bicycle. Two months after that she keeps him inside for recess and asks him to join her and Principle Jenkins for a little while. Adam didn’t mind, he never could make a friend as easily as the others— too distant and too reserved and too withdrawn for the lot of them.  But then they start asking about Adam’s home life and parents and whether he needs help or not, all rinsing hands topped off by tense smiles that don’t touch their eyes.

Adam stays aloof— doesn’t bother to  panic. He’s been trained by his mother for countless years on how to reply to these sort of probing questions. Has long mastered the owlish blink to his eyes, and diffident smile to his lips. Knows exactly what to do so that they could pretend that there’s nothing out of the ordinary. He knows full and well  that none of them actually want to tackle this conversation, and knows that it’s pointless because he’s a Parrish, this is  all there is. 

This’s  all there ever will be.

He doesn’t tell either of his parents about the meeting, is too afraid of their reactions. Besides he doesn’t see much of a point when only a week later they’re packing up and leaving this small town  in the dust just to settle in another with the same pasted grins and eyes that slide off from truths that are too ugly to confront.

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On Adam’s first day of classes in Henrietta elementary  he comes to the conclusion  that not everything is stuck being  the exact same when a boy with cornflower eyes and dark curls pads up to him and tells him that he’s Adam’s assigned buddy.

“What’s a buddy?” Adam asks, pinning him with  a one eyed squint, totally incredulous.

“’S someone who shows you round the classroom and playground.” the other boy  answers with an imperious tilt to his head. “Duh.”

“I Don’t need a buddy,” Adam glares at him. He doesn’t yell because Robert yells and Adam hates it when he yells.

“Who peed in your cereal?” The other boy, Ronan Lynch, asks sourly, indignant hands on his hips.

“I don’t need a buddy,” Adam only reiterates, spindly arms wrapped tight against his chest, his jaw set and stance rigid.

“Fine!” Ronan huffs with an emphatic stomping to his foot for good measure. “Hope you get lost with all the big kids then!”

“Fine!”

Later that afternoon, during free time, a blonde boy Adam doesn’t even recognize  gleefully shoves his gross ball of slime into Adam’s face with an emphatic gusto. Adam only escapes the situation when Ronan storms over towards them to interrupt.

“Get lost Tad.”

“Can’t hog the new kid Ronan!”

“Uh-huh! Mis Sanchez made me his buddy.”

“Oh,” Tad  only pouts, totally put out, before ambling off with his aforementioned  ball of slime.

“Uh, ah thank you.” Adam says, wide eyed as he stares at a still moody looking Ronan.

“Wasn’t to help you! Me and Noah need someone to play trains with us, now c’mon.” 

He pivots around, marching towards the back of the room,  and Adam is only sorta shocked that he actually follows suit.

.-

Adam isn’t sure how, but impossibly— remarkably— Ronan Lynch never quite leaves his orbit for the rest of that year, or any of the ones that follow.

He isn’t sure if they’re friends, has never had a friend before, which might be sorta embarrassing considering he’s in the fourth grade now. But in Adam’s defense no one else really caught his attention, certainly not keeping it for as long as Ronan has somehow done.

If Adam’s forced to think about it, he thinks that they are. 

They sit besides each other for class every day, and Adam isn’t even annoyed when Ronan pulls funny faces his way instead of listening along. Yesterday for kickball Ronan chose Adam first, even before Gansey or Noah, and Adam has only ever liked adventuring outdoors with Ronan, even if it meant scraped knees and dirt on his pants that he shakes off the best he could before going back home to the trailer park. 

But even still, it couldn’t hurt to ask him, right? It’s a simple question that calls for a simple answer. It’s just to double check that Adam’s not just some leach grabbing for anything he can.

Robert hates it when Adam asks questions, tries teaching him to stop being so god damn nosey about everyone’s business. Adam’s never seen it like that. Question yield answers, and answers usually make someone smarter, so without questions the world would just be stumbling around, utterly ignorant to everything. He much prefers how his first grade teacher had called him inquisitive, it makes Adam feel smart, proper, like he isn’t just annoying everyone, more like there’s a purpose to it.

That said, Adam knows that he’s inquisitive as all get out, so he doesn’t even think twice before asking Ronan point blank the following day at recess if they’re friends or not.

Ronan scrunches his nose at him, lips curled morosely.

“Stop being a weirdo and come play four square  with us.”

Adam reasons that’s as much of an affirmation as he’s gonna get, and decides to only shrug before following him  to play along.

.-

The first time Adam goes to Ronan’s house for a school project, it’s a sunny autumn afternoon, and they’re fresh faced sixth graders. It’s the last  year before embarking on the looming threat of junior high— A practice trial of sloppy make out parties and getting buzzed off cheap wine coolers swiped from someone’s parent’s licker cabinet— Gansey’s determined to make it the best year yet, and of course Ronan enthusiastically agrees because he and Gansey are really brothers in all but blood, so of course he’s going to entertain all of Gansey’s grandest of whims. And Noah always loves a good tie.

Adam still thinks it’s miraculous that they’ve adopted him into their little, mismatched brotherhood. That just as often Gansey looks at Ronan for a joke, he glances to Adam to ask a question with a furrow between his brows. And Noah says that Adam’s the only one who could keep up with him on a skateboard, even if his is a pathetic hunk of plastic he had bought for a quarter at a nearby thrift shop. And Ronan— 

Well Ronan’s a different beast entirely. 

He’s loud and abrasive and yells when he’s feeling to passionately and curses like a sailor even before they’ve hit teen hood. On paper he’s the precise sort of boy Adam never wanted to entangle himself with, the sort of boy that might’ve scared him in another universe. In a universe that Ronan wasn’t his assigned buddy on that fateful day, and a universe where Adam didn’t see how he doted on his brother a year behind them in school, and how he always fed the birds outdoors with bread from his lunch, and how he sometimes looks at Adam with such caution and care that it makes him blush.

No, Adam hates the thought of that world, and he refuses to think on it for any longer. 

“C’mon ’s just a bit further of a walk,” Ronan tells Adam with a slight tug on where he’s got a hand encircled around Adam’s smaller wrist. 

The first thing Adam thinks of when he finally sees the mythic Barns is that it’s a castle from a storybook.

It’s all sprawling fields filled with daisies and a large, but cozy looking house that’s got the backdrop of such blue, blue skies behind it. There are even vines that snake up its entrance, a rosebuds that accent the doorway.

The inside is much of the same, a managed mess with coats slung on the sofa and family portraits hanging on the walls, and the scent of fresh baked cookies wafting in the air. 

It’s a home, loving and lived in and ringing out with warmth. 

There’s a pang to Adam’s heart. He’s never felt the chasms that divide his and Ronan’s lives so acutely.

“Love,” a low, melodic voice crows from what must be the kitchen. He recognizes it to belonging to Ronan’s mother, the golden and beautiful Aurora.”Is that you?”

“Yeah Ma!” Ronan shouts back, crass as ever and making it so Adam winces back. “Adam’s here too, we’ve got a biology project to do.”

“Oh how splendid,” Aurora says with genuine mirth as she steps into the living room, splattered in flower and glowing with pure delight.

“Sorry for the intrusion ma’am,” Adam mumbles even though his own mother cuffs him on the back the head every time he does so. 

“Nonsense,” she admonishes with no real heat, just fond exasperation. “Now Adam darling, how does quesadillas sound for dinner?”

Adam pulls his bottom lip between his teeth, feeling his cheeks flush as he averts his gaze. “I won’t stay for dinner ma’am, I don’t wanna be a bother.”

“Course you’re staying for dinner dummy.”

“Ronan, language,” Aurora chides, but the reproach sounds more like a formality than anything else. “Adam sweetheart we have more than enough to go around, you’re more than welcome to stay. In fact you’re the only friend of Ronan’s that hasn’t come around for a meal, and I know Niall would love to get to know you along with me.”

Adam feels his cheeks heat even brighter. He knows that she didn’t mean anything by the fact that they have more than enough to go around. It definitely wasn’t intended as any sorta dig, it’s just the way wealthier folks speaks. They’ve never needed to want for anything. Besides, it would be awful of him to stay here and eat their surely amazing food when he knows there’s a three day old meatloaf that his parents would be heating up tonight.

“I should ask my Ma.” Adam says mildly, a sneaky out. He’s sure his parents won’t let him stay past dinner time, and at least this way he won’t inadvertently insult Aurora.

“We’ll make her say yes,” Ronan squawks, indignant at the thought otherwise. Because of course he is, with the parents he got, Ronan probably can’t even fathom eating leftovers or being made to finish all the household chores or being ignored up until either of his parents feel like a good yelling. “Ma, I know he’s skinny but trust me he eats like a freaking maniac. I don’t even know where he stores it!”

“I’ll make so many you boys won’t know what to do with yourselves,” Aurora chortles, and Adam isn’t sure if he imagines the soft, sympathetic look she tosses his way or not, but prefers not to marinate on it. “Adam there’s a phone in the kitchen, you can call your folks from there.”

Shockingly, his mom says that Adam can stay.

“Your dad’s at a poker night, so come back before he does and don’t forget to walk Luanne’s dog tomorrow morning or else the doe’s coming from your pocket.” 

Adam’s so stunned he doesn’t even have it inside of him to remind his mother that he doesn’t have a scent to his name.

The rest of that afternoon is spent roaming Ronan’s truly massive backyard, and playing a game that Matthew’s made up using a kickball, a spoon, and two eggs from the chicken coop. Later on Declan helps them with their diorama, and he and Ronan are allowed to eat in his room while watching an old black and white movie in the small television he keeps atop a shelf cluttered with about a thousand other nicknacks and broken toys. 

And it’s wonderful.

.-

“He’s just such a prick.”

Adam doesn’t have to ask who Ronan’s talking about.

He’s working beneath an old Ford truck in the small auto repair shop that he somehow finessed getting a job inside of even though he’s only fifteen and a sophomore and frankly, always fucking exhausted.

It’s become the norm for Ronan to ditch Gansey and Noah and join Adam in the dingy, rundown garage on his work nights, mostly just to keep him company. Sometimes he’l bring over homework and read the chapter for whichever class they’ve got the next day, and sometimes they just chat and listen to the old rock station playing from the speakers. But tonight’s one of those rare nights when Ronan is well and properly pissed, so he’s just slamming a bouncy ball against the wall over and over again while ranting about Declan, and Declan’s stupid new internship on the hill, and his stupid new girlfriend, (The third fucking Ashley in a row! Can you believe that!) And has now moved to berating Declan’s slicked back hair and clothes and his know-it-all attitude.

“He’s just such a— A—“

“Prick,” Adam says, snarky as all get out as he slides from under the car and moves to dry his hands from the oil that’s leaked onto him. “You’ve said— Like a thousand fucking times.”

Ronan pouts, arms crossed against his chest. “Well I don’t lie Parrish.”

The corner of Adam’s mouth quirks up reluctantly. “But you do pout, quite moodily too.”

“Oh piss off,” he hisses venomously, flipping him the bird for good measure.

Adam only rolls his eyes at his friend’s antics. 

“Is this really because you think Declan’s a prat, or ’s it cause he’s moving out for a whole semester.”

Ronan glares at him with the ferocity of a thousand suns, and a weaker man might’ve shuttered back. But as it is, Adam is not a weaker man, and besides— He’s been on the receiving end of that look, and a thousand other even more menacing ones a countless number of times, it’s part and parcel of being Ronan’s best friend.

“You bite your whore tongue Parrish.”

Adam laughs, appreciates that even when he’s bone weary, Ronan can always do that. Make him feel lighter and dazzling and  smile like they were still kids and things sucked, but they just sucked a little less.

“You’re gonna miss’m.”

“I said shut! it!”

“Ronan loves his older brother, oh this is good! I can’t wait to tell Gans!”

“I will punch your lights out you little runt!”

“Oo, big words from a big man.” Adam waggles his brows, unimpressed. 

“You don’t know the people I know Parrish, I can get you offed with a snap of my finger!” Ronan says, laughter glittering in his pale eyes. The same color of the blue sky that first day Adam visited the Barns.

“Hah,” Adam snorts, finishing up closing shop for the night. “You know me, who’s a workaholic. Gansey, who’s too busy getting off to old dead kings to care about any sorta espionage mission. And Noah, who’s stoned about 98.5% of the time and built like a twig. You’ve got nothing.”

“I feel like I should be affronted on Noah’s behalf,” Ronan notes contemplatively.

“Oy, can you think on this great moral dilemma on the way to the McDonald’s drive through? I just got paid this morning and have been craving their fries from the dollar menu.”

“Oh fine you heathen,” Ronan huffs, acting oh so bereft. “Who gives a shit about my problems when your stomach is obviously much more important.”

Adam tsks as they meander to Niall’s old BMW that Ronan begged to keep, declining to buy a entirely new vehicle like Declan had gotten for his fifteenth.

“Oh and this provisional license means that I can’t have you in, so if any coppers cruise by just duck down like you’re giving me some road head, yeah?”

It’s Adam’s turn to glare at him. “Keep it up and I’ll have to tell Aurora bout your potty mouth you delinquent.”

Ronan’s smile goes sharp at that, like something very lethal and very dangerous. Adam pretends it doesn’t go straight to his gut. 

“Naughty Parrish. And here I was all prepared to save you like a damsel if the coppers actually did stop us.”

Adam scoffs. “Please, that’s not a favor to me, you’re so thirsty to get arrested, it’s pathetic.”

“Well a pretty little thing like you wouldn’t last a day in the slammer,” Ronan goads,  pulling the car into gear.

“You’re an idiot, and a prick.” Adam tells him bluntly.

“Tell me something I don’t know beautiful.”

Adam rolls his eyes so hard that he’s afraid he might’ve sprained something.

“Fine, you’re lip piercing makes you look like a douche.”

“But it’s so bad ass though!”

“Yeah, to like ten year old white boys in the suburbs.”

Ronan clutches his fist to his chest, feigning distress. “Parrish you’ve wounded me, I’m bleeding out! A curse to you and your family! And your family’s cow too!”

“Eyes on the Road maniac.” Adam scolds, trying his damndest not to let his mirth show.

Ronan buys himself half the menu and pays for Adam’s happy meal under the guise that it would be too difficult to have separate orders. But he conspicuously doesn’t ask for the receipt, and Adam tempts down the flicker that wants to fight him on it.

They end up on a cliff overlooking town, devouring their food in a sickeningly short amount of time before lying back on Ronan’s car, staring up at the constellations while the radio plays an acoustic  song about love and slow dancing  and Adam is too busy staring at the infinitesimal space that’s dividing their pinkies on the glass to pay attention to anything else.

“You— Erm, you have nice hands.” More than a bit surprised, Adam flinches back and quirks a brow at him in question. “They’re, erm rough, and you’ve got long fingers,” Ronan explains, his face going bright red and his bottom lip worried between his teeth.

“Is that right?” Adam asks, a slow smile gracing his lips as he gazes over at Ronan’s sharp profile being kissed by starlight.

“It is,” Ronan says, giving one, quick nod and not daring to look over at Adam quite yet. And God, he’s such a mess.

Tentative, Adam links their pinkies together and tilts his head so that he’s resting it on Ronan’s shoulder, hearing it when Ronan lets out the breath he seems to have been holding in for quite a while now.

“Right,” he says in a near whisper. 

“Is this good?” Adam asks, only teasing him slightly.

“This is fucking fantastic Parrish.”

“You know that I—“

“I hoped as much,” Ronan admits, a bit flushed.

“But everything’s just so crazy right now,” Adam continues to explain, focussing on the velvet skyline and the full moon pouring over the pair of them.

“Your folks,” Ronan surmises, his jaw set and his open fist  clenched so tight that his knuckles go white.

“Ro— Just please be my best friend right now, and not the person I confessed my love too. Please.”

“Course Adam, of course,” Ronan says worriedly, hurrying to collect him into his arms. “Whatever you want, whatever you need. I’m here.”

Adam’s entire body goes relaxed, and he puts a gentle hand over Ronan’s heart. “This, this’s all I want.”

The smile Ronan gives him in turn is blinding.

.-

Adam’s mother tells him early on— tipsy and slurring as she puts him to bed after one of Robert’s moods— not to expect much from this world, this life. She tells him not to get his hopes up with the folly of making it big one day. Of leaving the dust and brimstone that molded him in the first place, tells him it’s a wasted effort.

“You’re not better than us Adam,” she says his name like she meant something else entirely. 

She says his name like she means plague, like she means ruin, like she means tragic.   She says his name like she sees all the twinkling possibilities she once dreamt of touching slowly collapse right in front of her, like it was his fault that she’s fettered to a life composed of cold silences and loveless touches and being stuck existing in the underbelly of society. Like it’s his fault the light in her eyes fractured day by day until it shattered permanently. 

“The teachers don’t know what they’re talking bout, think you’re just some quiet, bookish kid.” She continues to bellow, tiny fists knotted in the material of the threadbare blanket he’s wrapped within. Adam feels nauseous at the scent of beer masking her hot breath. “They don’t know how much of a pain in the ass you are! How you just keep revving your father on for the fun of it! How you’re a fucking disappointment.”

Adam apologizes because he thinks that’s his only option. His mother snarls like she can’t stand to look at him for any longer. And nothing changes because nothing ever does. 

But now, sitting in Ronan’s beloved BMW— bloody and battered and barely conscious— Adam thinks he can maybe, finally escape it.

.-

The next time he opens his eyes he’s in an abrasively  white hospital room, and he can’t hear out his left ear, and everything aches. But Ronan’s besides him, and that makes everything bearable.

“I hate them,” is the first thing Ronan says when he realizes Adam’s awake and has already pressed the button for the nurse to come in.

“I’m not going back,” Adam tells him, more convicted than he’s ever felt before.

Ronan squeezes his hand in silent thanks and it’s the first time Adam notices that Ronan’s broken three knuckles from the impact against Robert’s face, and he’s surprised that he’s only worried that Ronan’s hurt himself.

.-

Them falling into their relationship was one of the more natural changes in Adam’s life. He hadn’t realized how gradual, how fated their romance actually was. How it’s been building for nearing on a decade.

How Ronan had always chosen Adam first since childhood— through it all. How Ronan is one of the only people Adam has always trusted implicitly. How jealous Ronan had been freshman year when Adam took Blue to homecoming and how relieved he became when Blue and Gansey began going out later that year.

Adam knows that he and Ronan aren’t some sort of soulmate love story, that they can get on each other’s nerves and have fights and disagreements too. But that makes it just the more real, makes it something solid and tangible and something Adam can’t imagine living without.

But the night his Harvard acceptance letter comes is only three months after Niall’s death after a drunk driver had hit him on the slippery January streets. Ronan’s already decided to stay home after graduation to watch out for his Ma and to keep the farm going.

“I can go somewhere closer by,” Adam tells Ronan that night, tangled in one another and Adam’s  threadbare sheets in St Agnus, his hearing ear against Ronan’s chest and the pair of them shirtless and clinging onto each other like they needed the closeness to breathe.

“Don’t be stupid Parrish,” Ronan says in a excruciatingly soft cadence, one of his fingers tracing small hearts down Adam’s spine. “You’re gonna go off and be brilliant, and I’ll be here when you get back.”

“Promise?” Adam asks lowly, his voice thick with emotion and his own hands beginning to tremble.

“I’d wait for you for forever and a day.” Ronan tells him with such conviction that Adam’s left speechless, only tilts his had upwards so he could capture Ronan’s mouth and snog him nice and thorough.

“God I love you.” And it’s the first time Adam’s said as much with so many words, but he’s not afraid, not anymore.

“I love you too Parrish.”

.-

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[seijorhi]

hey rhi :) I think that you might've already answered something similar to this but I can't find it TT I've been a big fan of yandere/dark content stuff for forever and I want to try writing some, and I'm thinking about starting my own blog in the next year or so once life calms down a bit. Do you have any tips or tricks to share? Your blog is wonderful and such a joy to read (not to mention really organized!!), and I'd love to hear your advice :) sorry again if you've already done this !

Hiya bby!

I think I have answered something similar but I can’t find it either so 🤷‍♀️ I’m probably not the best person to ask because I’m a little inconsistent haha, but hopefully something here helps?

Don’t be afraid to reach out to other writers! It doesn’t happen often but I love being tagged in fics and stuff - and most writers on tumblr (or at least the ones I know of) are usually super happy to check out new blogs and content so long as you’re nice about it

I think there are a few discord writing servers I’ve seen going around that have like monthly collabs and things. I am a shy little gremlin and so I don’t interact too much on big discord servers but it’s a great way to interact with other writers and with the ones that have the collabs, build up a bit of a following

Opening requests is a great way to gain a following, however I highly recommend having a list of rules and characters/fandoms you’ll write for in place before you do that, but pease don’t forget that it’s your blog, you should write the content you want to write and at the end of the day you don’t owe strangers on the internet anything

Write consistently - I don’t mean that you have to post every day (and setting targets like that can be a super quick way to suck the fun out of your writing and burn out quickly) but even if it’s a few sentences a day, just write :)

Try and keep to a rough schedule - I realise that I’m being incredibly hypocritical here, but especially when you’re starting out it’s good to have a guide for what you’ll post when, though please don’t do what I do which is consistently overestimating how much writing can be achieved in a short amount of time and then forgoing sleep in order to ‘catch up’

I want to stress this again; you don’t have to post content every day. Some writers will write smaller ficlets and drabbles - like 500-ish words and post them more frequently, other writers might take a few weeks between posts but then drop 15k+ masterpieces, there’s no hard and fast rule. I for one can’t write headcanons, but for some blogs that’s a quick way for them to smash out content - figure out what works for you. I aim to have one ‘proper’ fic out a week and in between some shorter drabbles and concepts.

Interact with your followers! I think we all get a little worried about spamming people’s dashes with asks and stuff, but i love my anons (and my moots!) and I think it makes it fun :)

Create a masterlist early, figure out your tw tags - and tags in general - so there’s consistency, and purely for the sake of making things easier for your followers, it’s good to create a navigation post with links that you can pin

Also, it goes without saying but please for the love of god tag your content 👀

And the biggest one - try not to obsess over notes. It so, so easy to start comparing yourself to other writers or thinking that a fic has ‘failed’ because it doesn’t have the notes that your other ones do, and it’s never going to do you any good. I know that it’s really the only measure we have over whether or not our content is appreciated but your notes are not a reflection of how good of a writer you are. I think especially with dark content a lot of people aren’t comfortable reblogging/liking content that’s ‘taboo’ so you end up with a lot of silent readers or a really skewed likes to reblog ratio. Depending on time zones and a whole range of other factors sometimes certain fics just take off while others don’t. Certain characters are more popular, so you have a higher chance of more people seeing it or whatever, sometimes tumblr’s tagging systems fucks up and your fics don’t appear - just don’t obsess over the numbers because it won’t do anything but make you feel like shit

It takes time to build a following, so please don’t get disheartened - the first haikyuu fic I posted got 2 notes in the first 24 hours that I posted it, which felt like a gut punch, and I think it took a few days for my first fic to get any at all. Buti was also coming out of the blue with a fresh blog that no one knew about so there’s that haha. Have fun with it, write because you want to and you love the characters

#BD rambles #like a lot #ask #anon

[that-house]

Hey so I hit 100 followers today!

Buckle up, this is gonna be a LOOOONG post.

I quite honestly expected it (while my ego is a little smaller than my jokes make it out to be it is definitely present), I didn’t expect it to happen so fast.

It’s not an insane milestone, plenty of people have 100 followers. A hefty portion of my followers are bigger than me. But it’s still important to me. Knowing that there’s 100 people out there who enjoy my shit makes me happy.

First and foremost the credit quite honestly has to go to ahegao George Washington. No, I’m not joking. Until I posted on r/tumblr about my desire to draw that, I had 0 followers. I jumped to like 10 overnight, which was awesome. And then those new followers helped me spread my posts and get more attention.

Secondly I’d like to shoutout @imaverysadgirl and @themeaninglessjumble. You two were my first real tumblr frens. You were the first of my followers to really interact with me. Ember, I’m super happy you’re alive to see me hit 100 followers. Jumble (I don’t know your name unless I forgot it), your art and creations are great and you deserve way more attention.

To all the rest of you, you guys are great, too. Every new follower makes me happy. I’d say I don’t deserve you all, but my colossal ego says I do. Regardless, being nemesi and getting called out for being horny on main and sending and receiving asks has made this last month or so great.

Finally, for all the shit it gets, and for all the shit it pulls, [tumblr] really is pretty dope. I got to meet you all, and it’s actively making me a better person by exposing me to groups of people I’d rarely interact with in real life.

Why does it feel like I’m saying goodbye? I’m not, don’t worry. I plan to stay, and neither death nor pain shall drive me from this hellsite. I’m just saying thanks.

Now with the thanks out of the way, I want to talk about myself a little. Just the stuff that I’ve always wanted to say and never quite gathered my thoughts and found the time to talk about.

You’re gonna get to know me so well! This is like a mini autobiography!

First off, my mental health. This is something I don’t talk about much on this blog, mostly because it doesn’t need much talking about. I’m doing pretty well, to be honest. I have a smattering of anxiety and I’m maybe a little too introverted for my own good, but I’m not suffering from depression and the only time I ever even remotely considered suicide was when I just really really didn’t want to go to French class. COVID has been great for me, since I don’t have to see people. I suppose I’m not a great person to talk to if you’re struggling with depression or suicidal thoughts, seeing as I can’t personally relate, but I’m still always here for you guys if you need me. Just because I haven’t lived through your experiences doesn’t mean I can’t try to help.

Next up I want to talk about my sexuality. This one’s a bit of a mystery. For the past 16 years of my life I’ve considered myself 100% straight. But lately (let’s be honest, following the release of Spirit Blossom Thresh) I’ve been wondering if I might be bi. How many times can I joke about wanting to smash sexy boys before it’s not really a joke anymore? And if I am, a lot of things would suddenly make a lot of sense. But every time I think I have it figured out it suddenly feels like I have no clue what’s going on. Regardless, my sexuality has honestly never been a massive part of my identity (though I’m definitely not asexual, my friends can attest I’m far too horny for that). I have no clue if I’m bi and for now it’s kind of a fun little adventure!

I guess I’ll talk about school and stuff now. Believe it or not, I’m kinda smart. I’m taking a shitton of AP courses this year. But I simultaneously feel like it’s too much and not enough. I’m smart, but I’m not a great student. Compared to my dad, who graduated college with a 3.98 GPA (and his only B being in History of Canada as an American) and now has a super well-paying government STEM job that he loves, I feel like even if I work my ass off I’ll never quite measure up. And my parents have had super high expectations of me, and it’s only recently that they’ve started to accept that I might get some B’s here and there. I’m worried about all the homework this year. I’m a year ahead in Math but I don’t feel good enough at math to be taking AP calculus junior year. I’m worried I’m going to get like a C. But for the most part school is alright, too. That’s sort of the trend in my life. Everything’s alright.

Time to talk about my love life! I have no love life! I’ve been single for 17 years and probably stand no chance of changing that until at least college! Haha I’m so alone! But I can live with it. Growing up an only child with a few friends means that I’m pretty good at functioning without a ton of social interaction, and, while I’d like a partner someday, I’m not desperate. I can wait until I find someone. Pretty much my goal is not to die alone.

Onto sports maybe? I played soccer for most of my life, and was always the worst player on the select team. I was too good for the normal team and not good enough for the select team (kinda like math). Soccer was really toxic, especially when you’re the worst player on a team of high school jock drug addict boys. So I quit, and started playing frisbee! It’s a lot better. The people are nicer! But my first season never happened because of COVID and now I’m in my Junior year and haven’t played much frisbee! So I kinda suck! But I’m physically fit and that’s good enough for me! On my own time I bike and run to stay in shape.

Are you still with me? Now I’m gonna talk about my hobbies and things!

I’ve been playing video games for a long time. I kinda suck at them to be totally honest. I probably have below-average reaction time, and my parents only let me play 15 minutes a day for most of my childhood, so I have a lot less practice than most of my friends. I’m pretty slick with Swain in LoL tho.

This next part is borderline shameless self-promotion, but since the Kickstarter isn’t live yet I guess it doesn’t count. I’m making a tabletop role playing game! I’ve been working on it for the past few years. My goal is to launch the Kickstarter prior to my college applications, because that’ll look sexy as fuck to potential colleges. It’s a post-apocalyptic sci-fi game where you play as supersoldiers trying to reconquer the wastelands of Earth for humanity. I’ll do a big post on it when I launch the Kickstarter, and I guess that’ll also be a full name reveal (kinda spooky since my full name is ENTIRELY unique and one-of-a-kind. More ego boost lmao).

And finally I want to talk about my art and writing. I’ll start with my drawing, and finish off with my writing, since that’s what I’d most like to be known for on here (but that’ll never happen because my caveman brain shitposts are too funny).

So I’ve been doodling for a long time. I briefly got formal art training but sacrificing my Saturday mornings to draw what someone else wanted me to make so that I could make better stuff in the future didn’t appeal to my 8-year-old brain. I draw in the margins of worksheets. I draw on random sheets of paper. Recently my parents bought me a drawing tablet, and I’ve been trying to improve at digital art. I’d say I’m getting better, but I don’t practice nearly enough. All in all my art serves its purpose. It makes people laugh and can sometimes creep people out. It’ll never go in a museum, and I’ll never make money off of it but whatever.

And finally, my writing.

How can I talk about writing without talking about reading? I’ve likely read more books than both my parents combined, and if not, it’s close (and my mom is a prolific reader too). I have three bookshelves in my room and books on every surface. You can’t follow me for long without seeing a post ranting about my latest read. I love to read and I read incredibly fast. Reading spurred my love of English class, which in turn helped me write.

And finally, we get to writing in and of itself. I’ve been writing stories since I was a little kid. I’d like to think I’ve improved a fair bit. I’m still no novelist, but I consider myself a fairly adept short story writer.

But I suppose where my writing really stems from is my bed. Every night while I’m lying in bed, I tell myself stories until I fall asleep. I work on a story until it’s done or until I get bored of it. Along the way, in the shower, on my bike, I build the world of the story, crafting the plot. Sometimes the stories are elaborate fanfictions of my latest reads. That’s probably how they started. Often, they’re unique worlds all of their own. My current writing posts are about the City of Mammon, but my current story in my head is about some vampires who hunt other vampires in Victorian England.

And now we get into the process of writing. It’s fun! I sit myself down with an idea in my head, and use all the fancy words I picked up from my books to convey the vibes I want. I honestly wouldn’t be a great writing teacher. It’s just a skill that comes naturally to me as a result of what I’ve been doing with my free time my whole life. And it’s beautiful. And every time someone compliments my writing or reblogs it, I love writing just a little bit more.

Well I guess this is it. The 100 follower special. I wonder how many of you guys will take the time out of your day to read this. Hopefully a lot!

James (or That House) signing off for the night!

<3 thanks guys

#100 followers special

[percywinchester27]

@caughtaghostsomehow​ I’m just going to put it all underneath the keep reading, picking things from all of those reblogs cause why not!

Part 27: 

I understand why Max trusts Sam so much... Even after he initially failed him, he still kept his promise later on and he's been keeping it since.

The scene when Sam finds Max in the cell... Oh man.. I was angry at first, just like Sam but then my heart broke for this little boy. Sam and him needed each other. I think they may be soulmates.. The universe destined them to help each other out.

Yep. The reason why Sam is just so insanely careful about Max is because he how what it feels like to almost lose him. And the prison scene changed a lot since it was conceived. But I knew I wanted Max to start out as a physical kid and then grow out of it. He and Sam really were destined.

I'm so glad we got to see how Jody found out about the whole situation and I just love her more after finding out that she helped with the adoption (by the way, I love how thorough your research is 🧡).

I knew Dean would never give up on his brother but it just made me really emotional when he kept calling and Sam finally picked up and the first words out of Dean's mouth were "are you alright?". It got to me for some reason...

I thought it was logical to go to her for a lot of reasons- cause she is a legal writings professor, a close friend AND has experience with adoption as a single parent in the very same state. 

Awww... all the Dean parts get me. ALL of them. Especially here because they are so far and in-between in this story.

But Sam wanted his wife to trust him the same way. Unconditionally. He wanted her to trust him with fixing their life, dealing with their loss and grief and wanted her to trust him with rebuilding their life from before the accident.

This is you using my braincells by the way. Cause later on, someone points this EXACT same thing to the reader

I know I've said this before but it just keeps coming back to this in my head, she knew things couldn't be fixed because as much as she probably trusted Sam with her life, she understands that some things just aren't in anyone's control... And Sam wanted her to believe he could mend the wounds all by himself... It's sad and frustrating but I can't wait for them to have this conversation

I know you’ve read part 30 already and you know they touch on this very very briefly but they don’t really resolve this. It gets addressed specifically eventually. His ‘i could fix us’ vs. her ‘I knew you couldn’t.’ Does such for them though.

Chapter 28

Why do I have a bad feeling about that party?

Because. Same. Braincells. Lol.

I really wanted for someone to say that and Sam certainly needed to hear it and I'm so glad it was Chase who opened his eyes about this. He's absolutely right too, let the woman speak for her damn self instead of assuming how she feels.

Chase was me! Yelling at all these characters for not fucking listening to me haha... remember how I told you that people were suspicious of Chase? Yeah, after this chapter, everyone’s kinda adopted him. 

My emotions have been all over the place lately anyway but reading how Sam needed to compose himself before speaking about his son's death... I swear I don't have tears in my eyes while typing this- that was hard to read.

I'm glad Max knows... I don't know how much of it he understands but he's a clever boy, I'm sure he has at least a little bit better of an idea why this situation is so delicate.

Awww I’m so sorry I made you cry :/ But, well... Sam doesn’t grieve his son’s death the way the reader does. He’s always been more stoic. Besides, he had to deal with two griefs back then not just one... but I am sure it still hurts too much. 

I’ve left it to everyone’s imagination how much Max understands. He knows the concept of death for sure.... but his birth father had orgies at his house. We can all only hope that Max is completely shielded from that since he was using to hiding in closets when there were strangers in the house.

I was surprised by his question too but Sam's response was so... Loving. My heart can't take this.. He's such a great father...

Yep. I mean how else could he have reassured Max? His no lying policy is a great way to raise a child tbh. My sister does that with my nephew. That’s how I know.

Chapter 29

I really like Maddie, she's a genuinely sweet person, I love how helpful she tries to be and that she honestly wants her friend to be happy. I wonder what exactly went wrong during that party for her to look so dejected...

Maddie is nice. I was hellbent on making all of Sam’s canon Exes nice in this series. Cause I’ve had enough of reading the evil ex and current gf pitted against each other trope (Though I’ve never written it myself. Maybe I should and see for myself why it is so alluring lol.) I don’t know, maybe it was little a double prank thingy? Throw the reader in the water and be as mean to Madison as you can?

I really fucking hope that Brad gets what he deserves and that is to be kicked in the balls. Ever fucking heard the word boundary? Consent? I hate people like him with a burning passion and that whole situation infuriated and scared me in equal measure.

Yeah. That asshole needs to go down! His endgame has changed more than anyone elses in the story lol.

The fact that all of it came back to her the instant she hit the water made me sob. She wanted to protect her baby but there was no one there... I just- oh fuck.

Kay that part was HARD to write. All of it. Poor reader!

Was Sam the one to pull her out? If so then I don't even want to think about what would happen if he wasn't there, if they haven't made plans...

The way she started crying for their baby when she found her breath again made me cry even more... I don't know why I feel such a strong connection to this story and characters but I don't want them to ever feel pain like that again. It's heartbreaking 💔

Yeah that was Sam... I mean the pool was visible and all that. I mean of course you know. You read the next chapter. Why am I being a dumbass :/ 

Something had to trigger her trauma. It wasn’t going to come out on its own and And Sam loves her too much to force her to grieve. He barely held it together when she did grieve so well...

PS.: I'm really sorry you experienced drowning, it's a horrible thing to go through. I don't do pools- or really, any body of water, either. There's just something about the idea of drowning that unsettles me more than I can express.

Yeahh... God bless that lifeguard. Seriously. He’s the only one who noticed that I wasn’t coming up. It was night time and the pool was pretty dark so. I am so sorry that you don’t like pools, either. It’s terrifying.

Chapter 30

Firstly, Ria, you’re TOO GOOD to me, seriously! The fact that I could have you speechless is about the biggest complement you could’ve given me.

If you can call it that and at first when she asked him about the ring, I was surprised but my heart just sunk. I don't think either of them were in the right, I don't think they were both wrong either... I don't believe I'm good enough with problem solving to know what advice I'd give them but I do know that I have never experienced a feeling more cathartic than this one when reading. Twenty nine chapters leading to this moment... All the questions and pining and heartbreak. .. And sure, there's so much more they could say and there's so much more you talk about and figure out but as of right now... This is the beginning of the rest of their lives.

So, I think what she meant to ask was why did he just not give up on her, but she was tired and spontaneous and the ring question just tumbled out instead. I tried so hard for all their conversations to sound spontaneous and not rehearsed you know? Where they ended up touching on every aspect of the past? Cause that wouldn’t happen. It just wouldn’t. 

And THANK YOU for saying that. I swear to God, this chapter wouldn’t have made that impact if it hadn’t had a backing of 29 chapters. It would have royally fallen flat. Everyone was invested in the story by now and I was counting on it.

I didn't like how Sam got angry at first because I put myself in her shoes but the truth is, someone needed to get angry about something. One of them had to feel some type of overwhelming emotion to get here and it just so happened that it started with pain and landed on anger.

This is and SPN finale type of dilemma though. Like for the writers, they had to Kill of Dean first cause only Sam had the slight ability to move on. Sam way, I didn’t think the reader would have ever gotten angry first. She is so burdened by her own guilt (undeserved tbh) but she wouldn’t just lash out first. Sam had been angry at the start of the series and absolutely livid in their time apart. I just thought it would be easier for him to get mad first. Not defending his choices or whatever, just why I chose to make that decision as a writer. I would have been plenty mad a reader, too.

But the way they got angry wasn't a bad thing, their anger was based in how much they care about each other. Like the anger I would feel when one of my dogs ran just a little too far from me and a car was coming - took like fifteen fucking years off my ife istg. But I wasn't angry and screaming at them to make them feel bad, I was angry because I was so fucking scared that they would get hurt. The anger wasn't based in resentment, it was based in love. It's the same here and you can see it.

Jesus, I’m so sorry that happened with one of your dogs. Seriously. That sounds scary AF. I’m glad your dogs are okay.

Their anger isn’t destructive. It just isn’t. That much I’m pretty sure of. They’ve dealt with so much shit, and truly love each too much to actually hurt one another with words at this point. And it’s a good 10 chapters of journey where they deal with one issue after another to effing solve it like adults and not teenagers in throes of passion. I was like, nope! Not doing the passionate way. These two don’t get to be smart enough to get into Stanford and then be dumb like that and scream and yell and be jealous or irrational. It added a few chapters, but if I can be patient, so can be everyone else :P

The story she told about the cactus was not only a brilliant way to show her mindset and how people saw her over the years but also so fucking heartbreaking. On one hand you have this coworker who saw her and thought, "that person needs something low maintenance if they can care for something at all" and on the other - you've got this woman who tries her best to nurture this plant and help it grow and it ends up dying anyway.

That cactus one is inspired by real life event. And it seriously broke my heart to go through. Hoping each day that the last pod might live through :/ Like you said her co-worker wasn’t being mean, but it sucks that the cactus died anyway :(

Girl, you made my morning today. I woke up to your love and I just... you had me speechless. That chapter took a lot out of our branicells and I rewrote it so many times just to get it right for it to be respectful, vulnerable and cathartic at the same time. 

But may I ask you, WHY YOU WERE UP TILL 5:30 in the morning to read it? I have a timestamp thingy going for me, okay? I knew what time it was over there! And you gave yourself a migraine crying? OMG! I am so so sorry :/ Gosh. If I knew, you were going to binge it straight, I’d have warned you!

Seriously, Ria! Thank you seems like a small phrase. I will tell you this, I love you! So much!

#Ana replies #Ana loves Ria #seriously you make my work look nicer and more deep than it is #sincerely humbled by this #can't word the gratitude right #q

[missmeltycat]

Cooking With The Crazy Viking Lady

OK, so I have been asked in a few messages to compile a master post containing some of my food and recipe content. So this will be it. I will add on as much as I can.

Notes:

Some are gluten free and some are vegetarian/vegan friendly. If they are not, why to try replacing some ingredients? Have fun with your cooking!

Measurements are not always listed, as I tend to cook by taste and smell rather than actual measurements. But in some I’ve tried my best, haha.

These recipes are either of my own creation, or passed down through the generations. Please do not republish without my permission (Reblogging this post is absolutely fine, but copying and claiming is not), or use them for monetary gain by stealing and selling in cookbooks. I am posting these to offer them for people to use in their own lives for their own enjoyment and their families.

Meals

Herring and Butternut Squash Pie

A lovely fish pie with a warming taste!

Honeyed Lavender Chicken

Ancient recipe passed down.

Soutzoukakia

A childhood favourite of mine!

Rachel’s Scandinavian-adapted/Inspired Soup

A good stock-based soup with cream. (Vegetarian/Vegan friendly when using veg stock!)

Chicken Madras with Mushrooms and Rice

Not traditional by any means, but yummy regardless!

Chicken Curry with Boiled Rice

Not too hot, not too mild. Add extra heat to suit your taste!

Spiced Turkey Leg Mince Ragu with Multigrain Tagliatelle

Nice and spicy!

Chicken Cream Stew (With Video)

A classic Nordic stew.

Herring on Toast with Russian Mustard

A storecupboard thing!

Jerk Chicken (With Video)

Spicy, spicy!

Braised Ox Cheek

Meaty goodness!

Spinach and Parmesan Pasta

Very simple, but a great little meal.

Thai Style Curry

A simple Thai style curry. Fragrant and yummy!

Thai Inspired Red Curry Soup

Another soup, this time inspired by the food of Thailand.

Spinach Soup

With potatoes! (Vegetarian/Vegan friendly when using veg stock!)

The Not-Macaroni-But-Actually-Penne-Mac-N-Cheese

Any pasta works well with this!

Sides

Lemon Roast Potatoes

A gorgeous zesty side!

Essential Ingredients

Basic Puff Pastry Recipe

I use puff pastry a lot, so here’s a basic recipe for you!

Leftovers

Have some leftover meat of veg you want to use up? Check out these recipes. (Feel free to message me with your leftover ingredients list and I can help you make something from them!) ANY OF THE ABOVE RECIPES CAN ALSO BE MADE WITH LEFTOVERS!

Sausage Casserole

Leftover sausage? Or just sausage that needs using up? Try this one!

Guinea Fowl Pie

This can be made using ANY bird, but I had leftover Guinea Fowl to use.

Spicy Leftovers Soup

Leftover hot wings? Not a problem!

Spicy Leftovers Soup Mk II

Letfover peri-peri in this one!

Turkey Carrot and Corriander Leftovers Soup

I had a bunch of turkey that I had from a deli counter carved right from the bone left over and some carrot and corriander soup that needed using. Worked a treat!

Leftovers Soup with Roast Potatoes and Stuffing Balls

Leftover chicken is super useful!

Tomato and Parmesan Leftovers Soup

Vegetarian/Vegan friendly when using veg stock instead of chicken!

Desserts

Ancient Roman Tiropatina

An egg custard dessert from Roman times!

Gluten Free Tundra Cake

Sturdy chocolate cake!

Creme Caramel (Flan)

Creamy goodness!

Frasier Cake

Strawberries and alcohol. AHEM!

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