#( misc ) short stories

[way-of-forfeit]

🔪Butcher Vanity - COTL AU Short

[Princely] Howdy! This is my first post here on tumblr and it's an animation about my lamb because I have no chill... Anyway-- Welcome to my blog about me loving my edgy version of the lamb!

I can't promise consistent updates, but I will def dump my COTL brainrot here I swearr..... For now, have my reference of my Lamb!

[Youtube Description Below!]

Inspired by ‪@/DDAK_BOK‬'s short, ‪@/vanelily‬'s song, and Cult of the Lamb. I took the formula of the videos and did my own sprinkles with my AU version of The Lamb!

[Characters] The Lamb - Fenrir (Belongs to Me)

[Song/Original Animation] BUTCHER VANITY / Yi Xi

[Inspired Animation] BUTCHER VANITY

[Content Inspiration] Cult Of The Lamb by Massive Monster, AU/Rewrite (Way Of Forfeit) by Me!

[aroaceleovaldez]

new TSATS prediction based entirely off the interview from the UK Rick Riordan newsletter

[icewindandboringhorror]

finally finished all of one character's entire quests/optional dialogue/questions/etc.... 100,000 words... .... aughhh

[crowns-of-violets-and-roses]

@st-just

[misc-obeyme]

Yay thank you!! OMG I am too scared to finish this fic but at the same time I like the concept so uhh- here it goes ;v;

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‘How daunting would it be to confess your feelings?’ That, Satan wondered.

He grabbed a quill and then dipped it in ink, as a small sigh escaped from the demon’s lips. The parchment was clean and fresh, tinted with a slight brownish shade and drowned in coffee overnight. 

It was by some hellish miracle how the stacks of books didn't dare tumble, even when he sat with a loud ‘thud’ on the plush plum armchair. Centuries worth of knowledge tossed aside to make room for pen work: a modified easel tilted forty-five degrees welcoming the peek of the moonlight from his bedside window. The canvas being traded for an oakwood slab. The ink pot on a smaller, more isolated rounded table right beside it.

Reflected in his emerald eyes was the determination he so wished to express in mere words. ‘Was it possible?’  He’d give it a shot. 

The blonde started off simple. ‘To my dearest human,’

Satan first heard of this idea in the books he's read. The romantic love interest pouring their hearts out in a simple manuscript. There was no time for elaborate edits or grandiose phrases, as the raw emotion conveyed in every sentence entices the Main Protagonist to halt; take in each syllable in cursive, and then finally cue on to return the feelings of said love interest. In most cases, it felt embarrassing, or so as “cheesy” of a romance a few words can get.

Each glide of the quill was guided by rhythmic loops. The mildly pungent smell of the ink mixed with the old decaying aroma of books collecting dust. For a moment, Satan nearly wrote how their smell of lavender-induced coffee hung itself in the wind when—

Scratch that.

It was only the first sentence. Only the first couple words but it’s down reduced to a jumbled mess tossed to the floor. Satan's grip on the quill tightened, his arm tensing up under his sage green turtleneck sleeve. Closing his eyes, taking a deep breath. ‘Focus.’

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really short as I still have to fix the rest of this story, but here it is!! It's an okay start though I'm not sure about it..

Let me know what you think!! ^^

-🎹

What are you afraid of, 🎹 anon? Why would you be scared to finish this?

It's really good! Not only do I like the concept, but I really like the dark academia vibes it has going on, which are perfect for Satan. I loved the description of the paper and the scent of the lavender coffee and the loops of the writing-

I felt like I was really there with all those images in my mind! And Satan's frustration at what he wrote, his thoughts about romance and cheesiness, really giving us a glimpse into his mind!

I think you should keep going! I know sometimes we think what we're writing isn't good or maybe that we can't do our idea justice. But I promise you that is the inner critic and it always tells lies. You can do it, I believe in you! I can tell just from this that you've got what it takes!

[tenrose]

Guess who's currently installing the new dragon age ? 🥰

[destinyandcoins]

fuck anyone who tries to sneer at needing background music or an audio book or whatever to concentrate. human beings have been using storytelling and music to pass the time while they Accomplish A Task for literally all of human history, and it is in fact one of the distinguishing traits of humanity that allowed us to get this far.

sorry if I need to listen to a podcast while plugging these numbers into a spreadsheet, linda, it's just that the hunk of soft tissue firing millions of electrical impulses a minute to animate my entire body can't distinguish between this tedious task and the slow mind numbing process of chipping a rock into the desired tool that I need to more efficiently hunt or make fire and allow me to evolve from survival to a conscious appreciation for life and the wonders of imagination

[tfemmevaandwriter]

Welcome to the Blog!

I am A.H Marttinen, a queer voice actor, writer, and artist. This post will serve as a guide as to what to expect on this blog. This blog is a professional account for me, meaning this is where I keep projects I'm working on, finished projects, answers to asks, etc. Aka, this is my portfolio and community Q&A. If you wanna see memes and randomness check out my other blog @readmypaws

Rules:

This is a very queer-friendly, so homophobia, transphobia, etc. won't be tolerated

Some of my works and voice acting can at times be nsfw, as such, if you are a minor dni! I know some of y'all still will considering I was a teenager once with unrestricted internet access, but please do not interact on my posts.

As a mixed-indigenous woman, all forms of racism, nationalism, genocide denial, misogyny, etc. won't be tolerated!

To sum up the rules: Play nice, don't be hateful, and don't interact if you are a minor.

Topics will be sorted by tags so here are the various tags:

#ahmarttinen is for writing and comics, as well as general stuff

#throudrolafssun is for "The Story of Throudr Olafssun"

#misc is for various short stories

#ahanswers is for Q&A responses

#ahprojects is for project announcements

My works thusfar:

The Story of Throudr Olafssun (ongoing)

The Story of Aksi and Hoimri (completed)

[seyemvertisepra]

You'd been meeting in that abandoned and desiccated fishing lodge on the north part of the island, where the ĺights from the city started to fade into the distance. Everything inside had long been stripped bare, but moonlight poured in from the damaged ceiling, and if you looked up, you could see the stars. The magnificent, endless stars.

One of you would bring a blanket, the other would bring snacks; cigars and booze on the special occasions you could sneak them by your fathers. You were both far too young to be ruining your bodies already. But the need to cope with the horrors of this life would take you eventually, just as it took everyone.

He especially loved his cigars; your lungs could never hack more than a few puffs, but they were a symbol for him, something that elevated a relatively small and slight man to full masculine glory. Years later, you'd always go back to that image of him; your secret lover, cigar between his lips, cloaked in a cape made from a moonbeam. His snorting laugh and his smile were like the only kind things you'd ever known.

Substances aside, there was nothing elicit about these meetings. In the beginning, he let you take off his shirt and touch him; you'd even gotten as far as being inside him with just one. But something about that frightened you. Your body frightened you. So you'd told him you weren't ready, that you didn't know when you'd be ready, and he was fine with that.

So instead, you'd lay side by side, and when he filled the space between your arms, you felt your heartsrate first quicken with excitement and then fall into rhythm with his. You buried your face in his crest, smelling his afterbath powder scented like the aromatic pine forests of the inner island mixed with lingering cigar smoke.

That moment where love seemed eternal would slip through your hands like every happy moment of your life; you would leave him because your fathers said so and marry the girl they had picked for you. You would break his hearts, like a tyrant, like a monster, and years later, he would be in your arms again, a dying man held by a dying man.

[divorcedyaoi]

hi guise

I’m kind of spiralling tbh and it’s been hard. I’m coming to terms w the fact I’m 1. Struggling with addiction 2. A loser 3. Need help. I’m researching therapists and stuff and may need to be hospitalized actually but we don’t have insurance till July so that may take some time. I’ve only been getting worse these past few years and I have grown way too complacent.

[pennyserenade]

my english class is actually so lovely this is crazy

[fithragaer]

Weird Tales is still publishing??

[desperatepleasures]

fully thought there were 18 kkm novels bc the site that hosts them lists 18 but then I scrolled down and for vol18 it just lists the title and says "not published"

[crowns-of-violets-and-roses]

I don't get the appeal of livereads where a first time reader comments line by line (or close to) as they read along. It seems like it inevitably just gets bogged down in minutiae and besides I can't imagine it makes for a good reading experience

[misc-obeyme]

Arsenios's story is at exactly 25k words right now. 🙃

I'm sorry, I should be keeping this nonsense to myself but I was just surprised it was such a perfect round number.

Anyway, that's it, that's all I had to say. Good night.

[tenrose]

Not me having a breakdown past midnight because I have to go back to work Monday and I don't want to.