#💭cal speaks

[calyaer]

your reader (or otherwise consumer) can tell when you truly love a project and put that love into it

that's why fanfiction is the best thing ever, because it's basically The way to create something you love, and fanfic readers can tell (another reason is because it allows you to create something without the external pressure of perfection, but that's besides the point.)

write what you like. if you truly love it and you're one in a million, then around 7.8 thousand others will truly love it, too.

"is this too cliche?" who cares? bro, write what you have fun writing. stuff your manuscript full of your favourite tropes. the same themes you love. all inspired by things you grew up with. do it all. go off. load. it. up. be freeeee

[inafieldofdaisies]

💭 I’m dying to know Cal’s thoughts about Cooper

now, this would be in an AU where Sabrina and Savannah aren't staying at the ranch after the start of the Reaping.

we're going Goldilocks-esc hehe (totally blame Calahan for this parallel), with a side of destruction of property and other things. 🤷‍♀�� NSFW, kinda?

"Another one, gorgeous.", Calahan called out to Mary May, who was at the far end of the bar, speaking to a customer. That night, he found himself over John Seed's general existence and stifling presence in the region on an new level. She didn't make him wait long as she refilled his drink again, then asked, "Should I just leave you the whole bottle?" "Fuck. Might be a good idea. Thank you." Minutes passed where he searched for tranquility at the bottom of the glass, but that never came, his desire to cause destruction didn't die down. The Spead Eagle was more full than usual, but people kept their distance from him, sensing his sour mood. Must be something about my face. Or more likely his bloody knuckles after he had gotten carried away with another capture party sent his way. The bell above the bar's door signaled the arrival of a new patron, but he didn't bother to turn around. "A toast to you fuckers. Hope you ain't too hot down there.", he muttered out loud and raised his glass. At that exact moment, the empty seat next to him finally became occupied. A cowboy hat was placed down on the bar next to his hand. "What are we celebratin'?", the newcomer asked, which made Calahan's eyes shift to him. "The death of more of John's men.", he replied as he took in the blond guy he hadn't seen around the Valley before. "I'd drink to that. With pleasure.", the stranger smirked as he lifted a finger to Mary May in a sign he wants a drink. While he waited, he reached out a hand to Hartley, "Cooper McCoy. Howdy, Deputy?" Calahan grunted, letting Cooper's hand hang in the air, as he found himself dreading anyone's company. After a beat, the man took the hint, giving up on the handshake, but still smiling as he concluded, "Someone ain't in the mood tonight, huh?" Hartley took another swig, paying more attention to the liquor as it slid down his throat than to his words, hoping the newcomer would give up on socializing soon. "How about we make things fun?", Cooper broke the silence again, clearly set on turning him into his drinking buddy for some reason, "I sure can use it, you look like it, too." What the hell. I'd bite. "What do you have in mind?" "We hit John's ranch, heard he would be away tonight… why not have his blood pressure raise up a little when he returns?", Cooper quirked an eyebrow. "You're speaking my language now.", Calahan smiled at the idea, at endless possibilities the plan presented.

"Shall we then?", Cooper didn't wait for a reply, instead he put his hat back on and grabbed the bottle left at the bar and strode outside. "I'm heading out, gorgeous.", Hartley announced, and Mary May gave him a nod paired with "Stay safe." As he passed through the door and was hit by the night air that sobered him up, his eyes found Cooper standing by a pickup truck. The second he saw him, he climbed in the driver's seat, and Calahan wasted no time before he got in as well. He laughed internally at the thought of how Sabrina would warn him about going places with strangers he'd just met, but in the times of a war with a cult, you had to learn to lean on people. He couldn't deny he had a good feeling about McCoy as the man sped off towards John's ranch. Minutes later, they were breaking the side door's window of the bastard's house and letting themselves in. It didn't take long before the first floor was completely trashed. A record truly. "We're just getting started, Deputy.", Cooper cheered as he threw Joseph's portrait in the fireplace while Calahan took a swig from the bottle of liquor before passing it to him. "I'm heading upstairs, have been dying for a proper, uninterrupted shower." Hartley took the stairs two at a time as he heard more sounds of destruction coming from the living room and dark laughter. He checked each door until he found John's bedroom, taking his sweet time to rummage through every drawer for anything of interest before emptying out whatever he could on the floor. The bastard's clothes ended in a huge pile at his feet.

Should I burn them? Or throw them over the balcony? Nah. Focus. Shower first.

He marched over to the bathroom, eyeing the crimson bathrobe that hung on the door with disgust. For him, it was another symbol of John's hypocrisy. Living his best life while we're all fighting to stay alive. He striped off his clothes, jumping in the shower, reveling in the quiet and the feeling of the hot water against his tense muscles as it finally washed away the blood from his most recent fight. When he exited the stall, he grabbed the robe and put it on, then picked up his clothes on his way out. When he returned to the bedroom, Hartley found Cooper lounging at the edge of John's bed. "What are you up to, Goldilocks?" "It got boring without ya.", Cooper chuckled as his blue eyes ran over his body, "Damn, even his robe has their goddamned symbol?" "Yeah.", Calahan muttered as he lit a cigarette and made a move to grab the bottle from Cooper's outstretched hand, but the man had other ideas. He discarded it on the bed and rose up, coming closer to Hartley. His gaze was glued to his as he snatched the cigarette from his lips and took a generous pull from it. "Stealing my nicotine now, Cooper?", Calahan teased. "Want me to return it, Deputy?" Before he could remark anything about the strange suggestion, Cooper clashed his lips to his, blowing the smoke into his mouth before backing away with a satisfied smirk and passing back the cigarette. Now, that's a surprise. They stood with barely any distance between them, facing each other while Hartley smoked, Cooper's gaze darkening more and more as the cigarette shortened. "Up for some more fun?", he muttered as Calahan put it out finally, tossing the bud on the ground for John to find. His partner in crime's face revealed nothing of what he had in mind. "I'm listening." "Maybe we try that bed of his? Get rid of your bad mood completely… Been told I'm good at that." When Hartley didn't reply right away, uncertainty flashed in Cooper's eyes for a brief second. "Taking the Goldilocks role seriously, I see.", Calahan uttered out as his hand tangled in his blond locks, pulling him closer as he added, "Sounds like a plan." Their lips met in an actual kiss this time while Cooper's fingers undid the belt of the bathrobe and slipped underneath the material as Hartley asked, "You gonna put that hat back on for me or?"

Prompt: Send 💭 to hear my OCs most recent thought about your OC.

[socially-awkward-skeleton]

💭🤍

Kit entered the Spread Eagle, her eyes darting amongst its patrons, everyone seemed to be celebrating something though she wasnt sure there was much to celebrate with a cult still running around.

She stood at the bar, quiet, taking the time to listen to others rather than to speak herself. She'd never been much for social situations as is, and banter with most people even less so.

Mary May served beers to the crowd, including a younger man with blue eyes, whispy facial hair and a smirk like he'd won the lottery.

When Kit finally got the chance to order for herself, it was like a cold front hit the entire bar.

"Hey Kit, you met the hero of the hour? This here's Calahan."

Mary May smiled at the younger man as icy eyes scanned over him, surveying him.

The shit eating grin finally made sense.

"What'd he do?"

"Brought me back my daddy's Widowmaker."

A red eyebrow arched, hardly impressed by the feat he'd enacted against the cult. "That's it?"

Calahan turned his head to look at Kit, doing his best to keep smiling despite the less than friendly response he'd received from the stranger.

"That absolutely is not fucking it. You're looking at the Deputy the cult won't shut up about."

She looked him up and down, unimpressed with his bravado. "The Resistance is recruiting kids now, huh?" She asked, giving Mary May a side-eyed glance.

Mary May ignored her and continued to tend bar.

"Word of advice, kid." Kit turned to Cal while grabbing her beer from the counter. "If you're going to be a soldier, you gotta look at the bigger picture. One truck doesn't mean shit."

The redhead slipped away silently to one of the tables in the far corner, sitting alone. Sipping on her beer, she looked back up at the bar and the party that continued.

How the hell did a guy who is friends with Hurk jr. become a cop?

[calyaer]

I have too many of them

I'm literally drowning in paper

Send help

Writers!!!

Reblog with a fun fact about your book!!!

[calyaer]

Now that nano's over I can't seem to find any motivation to write. I think because all of the writing events that I've made plans to go to are in January onwards... probably because of the holidays being in December. Like, I have ideas, but putting those ideas on paper just seems quite daunting.

Perhaps this is a time where I should try to make writing a habit? I'm not sure.

[calyaer]

those vibes when you find people who will listen to you when you ramble, no matter how niche the topic <3

those vibes when you find people who have the same interests as you do <3

those vibes when you find people who will unconditionally support and encourage you whenever you pursue a new hobby <3

those vibes when you and your people just sit there talking about your interests <3

[calyaer]

me: is physically attracted to women and falls in love with multiple women (real and fictional)

also me: what no i'm totally gay (mlm) there's no way i could be bi huh what are you talking about

a couple of days ago, i was gushing about a classmate of mine to my cousin and she was like "you sound like you have a crush" and i was like "wait NO don't make me question my sexuality!!!" by the next night, i came to terms with the fact that i was bisexual and came out of the closet again to my cousin. it went well :)

i actually prefer the term omnisexual for myself since, to me, it encompasses the non-binary nature of my sexuality, but i'll be using both omni and bi since bisexual is more recognizable. aka the same thing i did when i identified as pan lol

[calyaer]

currently going through and tagging all of my posts... its a lot harder than I'd expected it'd be. 170 is a lot lol 😭😭

[calyaer]

I'm sick of negativity getting pushed by the algorithms. I want to see cute puppies and kitties, and peoples' art and writing, and positivity posts; that's what I come on social media for. But nope! The internet's just like, "get blasted by news of yet another bad thing that you can't do anything about, fucker!"

[calyaer]

i am going to die of mysterious causes.

[calyaer]

Working on titling Project Monarch ^^; usually the perfect title comes to me quite easily, but right now it's skillfully evading me

[calyaer]

i adjusted my filters in a vain attempt to avoid triggering content while i'm on tumblr

...now literally every post by my one of my mutuals is filtered and it is so annoying 😭😭

[calyaer]

While responding to the last post, I came up with a couple of fun facts that I have a desperate urge to share, so here we are :)

Curse of the Vagabond (CoTV) and Children of Solthea (CoS) used to be the same story... but when I aged up the CoTV characters to make them late 30s-early 40s (ish), I realised that it didn't make much sense for a 17 year old girl to be the one helping them find their identities.

Blaze, Zale, and Brylee (from CoTV) used to be siblings. Now, Brylee is just a close friend of Blaze's. (Camilla and Mikaela also used to be their cousins.

Triad of Amaranthine, Tales of the Two-Headed Phoenix, Curse of the Vagabond, and Children of Solthea are all technically one series and are interconnected. Triad of Amaranthine takes place a couple hundred years before the reign of Aevitas, Tales of the Two-Headed Phoenix takes place while she is just starting to take over, and Curse of the Vagabond takes place five-ish years before Children of Solthea does.

Tales of the Two-Headed Phoenix and Curse of the Vagabond share parallels: The main character of both series specializes in fire magic; both stories take place during the rise of a new God; the main character of both stories ends up with an injury that changes his life; both stories deal with themes of family, particularly losing them; and both stories deal with themes of reincarnation, either metaphorical or literal.

[calyaer]

me: I'll be more active now!

also me: dies for another year

anyway i'm back <3 with news!

look at me go, this was my progress for april ^^ almost doubled my original goal for camp

have i not properly written in 4 days because i pushed myself so much? maaaybe. do i regret it? nah

[calyaer]

there are so many things i want to do

but i don't actually want to do them. i want them all to be done now >:(