#(( do I need to tag this as anything else >:Tc ))

[the-elder-polls]

hear ye, hear ye

courtesy of that poll from yesterday, i've decided to make every friday a tes content sharing day, "tcs" for short. this post will contain the information you'll need about it, how to participate, and so forth.

(for anyone who IS NOT interested in it and is only here for the polls, please blacklist #tcs fridays. everything will be tagged under that. i will also suggest blacklisting #salem chatter, which is my tag for any non-poll posts to begin with.)

◈ info

what can i share? literally anything so long as it's yours. art, fic, collages, animations, information about your characters, whatever! if it's yours, you can share it. the only restriction here is nsft content--i have nothing against it, i just won't be sharing it here. (nonsexual nudity is fine.)

how can i share? tag me in it, send it to me in an ask, OR reblog the following post with it! i will do my best to make sure i help share everything, though if i miss something, please just politely let me know. (if you want to make sure you get the right following post to reblog, the title of it will be orange and say "tcs fridays".)

anything else i should know? 1. be nice to others or i will block you. that's it. just be nice. 2. please try not to submit the same thing multiple times. 3. do not share content that is not yours to share. you'll be blocked.

aaaaand that's it. go ham, y'all.

[the-letterbox-archives]

file (1)6-50-0180: questionnaire

thank you @ominous-feychild and @drchenquill for the tags! coming back to the classic oc questionnaires, this time with the brand new dumaresq kids, from the dumaresq poems!

q1. “what would you do if you watched a starving child steal something expensive without anyone else noticing?”

alistair

“Hmm, what if we took them in? I mean, we were like them once, and nobody helped us.”

willow

“I don’t have the heart to get them in trouble. I’ll let them do whatever they need to.”

eira

“What would you want me to do? Report them? Kill them? No. They don’t deserve that.”

austine

“It would make for a happy ending if they got away, don’t you think?”

theophania

“I would help them. Suffering like that… it isn’t right.”

q2. “if you could go back in time and say anything to your younger self, what would you say?”

alistair

“There are people who love you. And they’ll save you. Don’t think you’re alone, okay?”

willow

“You’ll be okay. You can… you can rely on others and be independent too, you don’t have to choose.”

eira

“The only way out is through. Keep digging.”

austine

“At least your pain will make good stories.”

theophania

“Thank you. Thank you for trying.”

q3. “what would you sell your soul for?”

alistair

“To help my siblings, if they needed it.”

willow

“An end to my grief, I think.”

eira

“I wouldn’t. Don’t care what they offer. I belong to me.”

austine

“For the drama! So long as it doesn’t hurt anyone, of course.”

theophania

“A good night’s sleep.”

q4. “are you good with rejection?”

alistair

“I’d like to think so, but… I hate it.”

willow

“Not really. I miss people too much.”

eira

“... Sure.”

austine

“Haha, oh, I wish!”

theophania

“Yes, through immense trial and error.”

q5. “what is your biggest regret?”

alistair

“Being selfish…”

willow

“Letting losses get in the way of my happiness. I ruined a lot of my life stuck in grief, and I still somewhat am.”

eira

“Giving up.”

austine

“Is not leading a picturesque fairy tale life a regret? Heh, maybe…”

theophania

“I have many, many biggest regrets.”

q6. “would you say you have changed? if so, for better or worse?”

alistair

“I’m trying to, at least.”

willow

“Yeah, yeah I have. I hope it’s for the better.”

eira

“I don’t want to change. Not about to bother thinking about it.”

austine

“Every day is a better day! Therefore, I am getting better every day!”

theophania

“Yes, I’ve changed. For better or worse, that isn’t for me to say.”

i can't think of any questions, so feel free to use any of the ones here, or come up with your own!

tagging @introchasingstars, @honeybewrites, @paeliae-occasionally, @the-golden-comet,

@noxxytocin, @moltenwrites, @tc-doherty, @the-ellia-west, @theverumproject,

@thecrazyalchemist, @laylathewordwitch, @dragonedged-if, @leitereads, @autism-purgatory,

@gioiaalbanoart, @fenmere, @leahnardo-da-veggie, @melpomene-grey,

@yourpenpaldee, @corinneglass, @agirlandherquill, @willtheweaver, @nczaversnick,

@davycoquette, @glassfrogforest, @princeofhags, @wyked-ao3, @fantasy-things-and-such, + open tag!

[elliebean714]

Odd Two Out

Alex Chen x GN!Reader With Powers

Fluff, Comfort

During-Game

Uh, so this was a request but the persons account is gone so I can't tag them but uhh here? Have a good time? Btw the way i wrote this made reader one of the love interests in the game. LIS TC SPOLERS AHEAD CHO CHOO!!

Chapter One

You met her in the Black Lantern on her first day, she was 'training' to be a waitress there, you were doing some work on your laptop. You were so busy, you didn't even notice she was beside you until...

"Hey! Can I get you anything?" A sweet voice asks curiously. You tear your eyes from the laptop to tell her your order, but as you make eye contact with her, your breath hitched.

Looking back at you is one of the prettiest girls you've ever seen. Smiling brighter than anyone you've ever seen in Haven.

"Hi, uhh..." You try to think of something romantic to say to her but your mind goes blank. You feel your face get hotter as you read her thoughts.

They're pretty cute.

Well that's a confidence booster.

"Sorry, are you new here?" You ask curiously. There has to be some reason you've never seen this girl before.

"Oh! Yeah! I'm Alex, Gabes sister." She answers happily.

"Oh that's you? Awesome! Gabe wouldn't shut up about you since you told him you'd be coming. It's nice to put a face to the name, especially such a pretty one." You say flirtatiously. Playfully laughing when she gives you that same look of a deer in headlights that you had, you tell her your name as she sits in the chair opposite you.

Okay Alex, don't fuck this up.

"So Alex, where were you before here?" You ask her.

"Uh, Oragon. Not that interesting." She laughs nervously. "What about you?"

"Haven Springs. Born and raised. And hey, Stephs from Oragon, Arcadia Bay, I think. She's pretty hot right?" You tease.

"Oh, yeah, I've got my eye on someone else though." She admits.

"Yeah, me too." You wink at her. She blushes bright red. "So, you're single?"

Alex nods bashfully.

"Cool." You smile to yourself.

"I gotta get back to work, but I'd love to get to know you better." She says nervously. You nod quickly before scribbling your number on a napkin.

"Call me." You blow her a kiss as she walks away blushing.

~~

"So, meet anyone else whilst I was away dealing with my battle scar?" Gabe asks whilst taking a sip from his beer can.

"Yeah! I met Charlotte, she's cool, Duckie, Pike. And Y/N, they're pretty... nice, pretty nice..." Alex responds bashfully.

"Yeah, and?" Gabe teases.

Alex grabs the napkin from her back pocket and waves it around. "I got their number."

"Hell yeah sis! Been here two hours and already got yourself a partner? Good job!" Gabe laughs excited for his baby sister.

"Yeah, totally." Alex rolls her eyes sarcastically, "But, there's something, weird, about them. Something I relate too, in a way, even though I have no idea what it is, yet."

Chapter Two

Haven felt empty, lifeless. Since Gabe passed the entire town was quiet and somber. Alex was angry at Typhon, she knew they had something to do with his death and wanted to investigate to find the truth but she'd need help, you decided to text her so you could chat in the ice-cream parlor.

hey-

im in the avalanche if you want to talk-

no pressure though-

-i'll stop by

You felt butterflies in your stomach at her response, you hadn't seen her in a while and had missed her. You had a few minutes before she would enter the building and sit in the booth opposite you.

They look beautiful today

"How've you been Alex?" You ask softly.

"Surviving." She answers somberly. "I know Typhon is responsible." She gains energy.

And I'm going to prove it

"I believe you. And want to help." You tell her. "He was my best friend, and Typhon is the worst company ever. I hate that they run this town, but if we prove this, we could get them out."

Pretty and smart, but... what if they get hurt?

"Yeah, you're right. But, Typhon is dangerous, are you sure?" She asks cautiously.

"Never been more sure of anything. I want to help you Alex." You answer confidently.

"Thanks." She smiles greatfully, "I gotta go check in on Eleanor but, I'll see you around?"

"Yeah, of course."

~~

The bridge of flowers looked beautiful that night. Everyone crowded around Alex who was giving an emotional speech about Gabe. Ryan was holding a large lit lantern beside her, she ended her speech by letting the lantern fly over the river. Everyone stared in awe at the lantern, you placed a hand on Alex's shoulder.

"That was beautiful Alex." You pull her into a comforting embrace. "I'm so proud of you."

"Thanks Y/N. That means a lot." She smiles tearfully.

Chapter Three

"You too?" You ask surprised.

"What?" All eyes turn to you.

"Uhhh... I can read minds..." you explain.

Since when?

Two friends with super powers?

That's what it was! Of course!

"Uh, since forever? Yeah, you've got two friends with super powers. And I felt something was up with you too." You answered their questions.

"Holy shit!" Steph exclaimed.

"Yeah..." Alex smiled "This is so cool!"

After the excitement from the power reveals subsided Ryan spoke up, bringing the attention to the reason you were all at the lantern.

"So, any sign of Diane today?"

"You said she was afraid of something around Gabes death. If she's covering for Typhon, there might be proof." Steph continued.

"She was here yesterday. She might come by today. You three start working on a plan." Alex answered "I gotta finish my shift."

Alex walked away, you, Steph and Ryan worked on a plan. Eventually, the plan became whoever was the hottest would distract Diane whilst someone else stole her laptop. You weren't a massive fan of the idea but you agreed nonetheless. Your curiosity got the better of you, you desperately wanted to confirm how Alex thought of you and this might be your only chance.

A few minutes later, Diane walked in, carrying her laptop in her bag.

"Welcome! I'll be with you in a minute!" Alex called out as she walked past her. She quickly made her way towards you.

"So, what's the plan guys?" Alex asked.

"Well, we've got three plans, but we're still workshoping them." Ryan responded.

Steph described the plan, Ryan told her his version, you told her yours.

"Come on, it's perfect. You just need to pick who's the hottest distraction." Steph added, looking at her doubtful gaze.

"Y/N." Alex smiled. You felt your heart skip a beat at her choice, your cheeks flush, butterflies in your stomach. "Sweetheart telepath? It's a no brainer. Sorry you two." She winked at you and left to talk to Diane.

~~

Alex went to speak with Charlotte after the LARP whilst you, Steph and Ryan waited in her apartment. When she arrived, something was off, you could feel it.

"Hey." You waved.

"Hi." She smiled nervously. "Please tell me the USB has all of Typhons secrets?"

"Yeah, uh... we found a recording of Gabes call..." Steph answered cautiously.

"Oh." Alex took a deep breath "I should probably listen to that."

She sat on the couch beside you and played the recording. You could see the anger rising in her, you'd never seen her like this before.

"They just... ignored him. That's so fucked." Ryan sighed angrily. You can feel Alex getting angrier.

"You know it's bad when Mac turns out to be the good guy." Steph remarks.

"It doesn't matter, he's dead!" Alex explodes, picking up Steph's 'foosball champion' whisky bottle and hurling it towards a wall, smashing it instantly. Once Alex regains control, everyone stands in silence.

"Fuck this." Steph whispers before storming out of the apartment, Ryan follows after her. You turn to leave with them but Alex grabs your wrist, looking tearfully into your eyes.

Please don't leave me alone

Chapter Four

You'd never had anyone to give a rose. You never felt like you needed to. Until she came along.

~~

Earlier that evening you helped her piece together the mystery using the information found on Diane's USB, she came to the conclusion that Typhon was burying something in their old mining site.

Almost immediately Alex called Pike to tell him that she'd found something. He told her to meet him later that night. She hung up and moved to her drawer get dressed for the festival, forgetting you were there, once she picked her outfit, she began to undress, taking her shirt off first.

"Uhh, Alex?" You teased, unable to control the red of your cheeks.

She yelped in surprise, quickly grabbing her shirt to cover herself, making you both laugh hysterically.

"Oh shit I forgot you were there!" She says, still in a laughing fit.

"Well I wouldn't want you to be lonely." You smirk flirtatiously before taking your shirt off. The bright red of her face quickly becomes your favourite colour.

Oh my God they're gorgeous

"You're gorgeous too Alex."

Ekk! Stop reading my thoughts!

She blushed harder.

"But it's true, Alex." You step closer to her until you're barely inches from her "You're stunning." You lift a hand to play with the longer side of her hair, smiling softly, eyes trailing down her perfect face towards her lips.

"How's it goin, kind Haven listeners?" Stephs dj booth interupts.

You jump apart, both blushing uncontrollably.

She's got some bad timing

"Yeah she does." You smile bashfully.

"Well uh, I'm gonna get dressed for the festival. Do you want to go home to change or..." She trails off.

"Or?" You inquire further.

Wear my clothes?

You simply smile in response before leaving to raid her drawer for something that you look nice in.

~~

Alex and you arrived at the festival together, it felt nice having her beside you. Your mind kept wondering back to her top less in the apartment. How close you were to kissing her, the events replayed in your mind over and over, making your smile brighter and brighter every time it did.

When she left to speak with Ryan and Steph you took your chance to get a rose to give to her, taking your time to find the rose that felt like 'Alex Chen'.

The perfect one, looked exactly like the rest of them, but it felt more. You could tell. It was Alex.

She spent most of the evening walking around town, chatting with other Haven residents and helping them however she could. It was beautiful to watch, how simply being herself helped countless people, how her presence brightened everyone's day, how her smile was stained into your memory. She was magnificent. In every sense of the word.

You were so distracted watching her from your spot by the fireplace that you didn't notice Jedd coming to sit beside you.

"You know, Alex always works better when you visit the lantern. The rest of the time she just stares at the door hoping you'll walk in." He laughs.

You turn your head to look at him in surprise, "There's no way that's true." You smile bashfully, subtly averting your gaze back towards the fire.

"Naw it is, I should hire you to sit in all day. That'd probably be a good business decision." He answers, you smile, letting your eyes drift back to Alex, your smile growing brighter when you see her walking towards the roses.

You get butterflies in your stomach when she approaches you.

"I think I'll leave you two to it." Jedd chuckles under his breath as he walks away leaving you both alone.

"Hey." Alex smiles.

"Hey yourself." You smile back.

"I, uh, wanted to give you this." She hands you her rose.

You'd never had anyone to give a rose. You never felt like you needed to. Until she came along.

"I wanted to give you this." You hand her your rose.

"I'm greatful Y/N. I'm so glad you're in my life." She says with watery eyes.

"I'm lucky to have met you Alex. Can we meet later? Maybe on the rooftop?"

She doesn't say anything, only bites her lip to hide a bashful smile and nods.

I'd love to.

~~

Alex was magnificent on stage, with her guitar and beautiful voice. It was like she was the centre of the universe, not just yours.

You were sitting on her roof overlooking Haven with the rose she blessed you with, patiently waiting for her to arrive. Fortunately, you didn't have to wait too long.

"Hey!" Her cheerful voice calls from behind you. A smile grows as you greet her.

Then you just talk. About nothing in particular, whatever came to mind. Alex was so easy to talk to, the only other person like you.

I love spending time with you.

You thought, felt. Knowing she'd hear you.

I love spending time with you too.

She thought back. Knowing you'd hear her.

"Can I kiss you?" You ask, "No interruptions this time." You add on playfully.

"Please." She laughed as you lent in to kiss her.

Her heavenly scent intoxicated you, the softness of her lips, the desire for her that plagued you now finally had a release as you poured all of you into the kiss.

Next thing you know is that Alex went to talk to Pike. And no-one has seen her since.

Chapter Five

Steph, Ryan and you spent the entire night trying to get in contact with her to no avail. No response to any text, not even read a single one, not answered any calls. The three of you posted about her apparent disappearance on MYBLOCK in an attempt to get more information.

Unfortunately still nothing new. But at least more people would be on the lookout and trying to find her.

Whilst you would've rather spent all day looking for her, you had to attend the council meeting with Typhon, although you did spend the majority of the time on your phone trying to reach Alex. The entire time with still no reply.

It was near the end of the meeting, when Diane called for a vote, that Alex entered. Seemingly on the brink of death. When you tried to call for help she just told you she was fine and continued walking towards the centre of the room, where Diane and Jed stood.

She revealed that Typhon was lying to everyone, and so was Jed. Then explained that she was in the mines all night and that Jed allowed seven men to drown, and that in trying to cover it up he'd killed Gabe, and Alex.

Once she was finished speaking, you and Steph voiced your support of her,she was greatful for that, Duckie sided against her, Eleanor supported her, Charlotte refused to get involved, Pike supported her but Ryan was furious she'd accused his father of such things.

Steph started yelling at him, your attention remained on Alex, but hers on Jed.

~~

The next few minutes were incredible, watching her so elegantly break down over a decade of built up guilt and regret. Watching a man of stoicism turn to a mess of aching sobs was ethereal.

The next few weeks were hectic, with Typhon being slowly shut down, reporters from all over came to Haven to speak with Alex, to see the bar where it all happened, to be nuisances, all the locals thought.

You hadn't seen Alex in those weeks, you didn't think anyone had. Aside from the medical staff that tended to her wounds. So today you were at her door ready to confess some things.

It didn't take long for you to gain the courage to knock on the door, which was a little surprising considering up until now the idea of talking to her made you pretty nervous, what if it was too early and she wasn't ready to talk? But actually being there you knew you just had to do it. If she told you to leave you would, you just had to know for sure.

"Hey, Y/N." Alex greeted as she opened the door.

"Hey Alex. If you want me to leave, please tell me and I will. I just wanted to tell you some things." You started, entering the apartment.

"Yeah? What's up?" She asked closing the door behind you.

"I'll start with, you were so badass at that council meeting. It was probably the most incredible thing I'd ever seen. You know everytime I think of you I think you can't possibly get better and then I see you again and I'm proven wrong. Every single time. I want you to prove me wrong everyday Alex. So I don't care how, where or when but I want to be with you. I feel something strong with you, Alex, stronger than I've ever felt before, for anyone or anything. I want to try this, us..." You step forward slowly taking her hands in yours, "But only if you do too. If you don't want this just tell me. It's okay, I just want honesty."

I just want you to be happy.

Good thing you make me happy then, right?

What I Write~

Games

TWD

Requests Always Open📸

~Elliebean714

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[pinespittinink]

🪐 find the word 🪐

I was tagged byyyyyy @awritingcaitlin

Taken from TGGT! My words were cheer, answer, gape, quick, and sleep.

🔎 CHEER 🔎

I draw swiftly back to the stage as the massive curtains part again, revealing the entire assembled cast, from every dancer and dainty chorus girl to Austedosia and Franio Magorica at centerstage. They bow deeply, the audience cheering louder than ever, throwing flowers like rice at a wedding. Austedosia—Ariel, I remember—stoops to pick up a bouquet of lilies and enormous roses, the silk ribbons tied around the stems trailing down to the floor. She raises a hand to the audience as Franio Magorica blows a kiss, and Travis puts his fingers to his lips and whistles for his boyfriend, clapping with his hands above his head.

🔎 ANSWER 🔎

Percival makes a contemplative noise, deep in his barrel chest. “She thought her voice cracked during the finale.”

Another minute passes before I ask, “Did it?”

Percival looks back at me again. “Does it matter?”

Chastised into silence, I stare at his back. The answer offers itself to me, a clear and evident no, but with a moment’s contemplation, I understand the chorus girl’s upset. What artist does not strive for perfectionism in their work? I notice restitched seams and uneven hems, fits too loose or too tight, a sewing job done by myself that I might wish to reattempt a thousand times. I have witnessed Marian paint over entire canvases larger than herself and put them aside in frustration, whatever vision she had, unable to be depicted as she wished, despite her prowess and the praise of a layman. How different could it be as a performer—a missed step, a shorn, sour note? Even if no one else minds or even notices, the fault lives in the self-awareness of the action itself. A bit of rot and inadequacy.

🔎 GAPE 🔎

“Morgan?”

I whirl around violently, stumbling over my own ankles away from the ring. Ariel stands at the edge of the nearest wing, one hand falling gracefully down to his side. His hair is gathered back behind his shoulders, that rich dark blonde doused like gold held underwater.

His eyes gleam, pink as pearls, as taffeta flowers.

“What are you doing?” Ariel asks, their voice low and inquisitive. They tilt their head to the side, considering me and the portal. I gape at them, hands still and empty at my sides.

🔎 QUICK 🔎

“You never rest, do you?” Christina remarks, sipping a glass of sherry.

I cast her a look, my mouth twitching in light exasperation. She returns it pointedly, resplendent in her day dress. It’s mere hours before the show, but Christina has always been a quick dresser.

“I do what I need to,” I say as Clementine bustles past me, rushing into the costume nook for a pair of slippers. I set Yesuel’s finale ribbons aside just as the crew member named Harry appears from the wings, beelining toward us. He’s dressed in his black stagehand clothes, sweat damp at his temples.

“We’re holding off,” Harry tells us. “Julia’s gone into labor.”

🔎 SLEEP 🔎

“What brought you to the city, Morgan?” he asks, lazy gaze flicking to mine.

“Opportunity,” I reply, for lack of anything more. My head feels rather muddled. “What about you?”

“Oh, I’ve always been here,” Zachary says easily. “I’m a rigger up there.” He points up and behind us at the height of the curtains. “The others joke that I live and sleep on the catwalks, but that’s only half-true. But please—” Zachary’s mouth curls into a smile, his head tilted on the stage floor “—what opportunity did you come seeking here?”

tagging: @cherrybombfangirlwrites @monstrousfreedom @theskeletonprior @bloodlessheirbyjacques @tc-doherty @kashacreates @magic-is-something-we-create

your words are: pant, absolute, rigid, & tremor

[hibiscusbiue]

Intro!! <3

my name is Blue or Dee, i’m a minor (please treat me as such) and I draw & write (sometimes)!! My tiktok (was) @/biueshell, but it’s currently inactive (due to the algorithm. booo. algorithm. gross.) & my instagram is @/hibiscusbiue !!

i enjoy & draw TMNT content & spider-man (all things spiderman. but you will see a lot of usm & insomniac) but i do post anything, because this is my art account and it is going to get a Little Different.

Boundaries

tc*st, prosh*p, nsfw blogs LEAVE ME ALONE. i will block you!!! this includes if you follow, like or reblog any content that relates to these three things!! you’re disgusting!!!!

im a minor, please treat me as such and do not sexualize anything i draw. i’m not comfortable with that time of engagement on my content. this includes leaving sexual comments under my art, reblogging w sexual comments, or reposting with sexual content. i’m not comfy with that

other then the above, i’m okay with reposts! you just need to CREDIT ME when you do. same goes for using my art as icons or banners, or anything else idk just make sure you credit me plealselelelelee

Extra

my tags you can find my content under are #blue-sketches, #blue-talks & #blue-asks. my snake-turtles content is #snurtles & my original iteration is under #tmnt-monster-city.

ART ARCHIVE for people who don’t want to waste time sifting through my reblogs

MARVEL/SPIDER-MAN SIDEBLOG for those of you that only followed me for turtle content here, there will be all my marvel and spdierman fixation content over there :)

DANNY PHANTOM for all things DP that i draw and think about

[thegoddesswater]

Author Questionnaire

tagged by @tc-doherty - Thanks, Lano!

How long have you had your writing tumblr/writeblr? a fast and loose estimate is fine!

I've had a separate blog for one of my projects since 2017, but was never all that active on it and haven't done anything with that since 2020. My main account, which is this one (aka a general bit of everything), I think I've had it since 2011.

What led you to create it?

THIS account? It was one of those "all my friends are on this tumblr thing and it seems fun" situations. My other account? I dunno, it seemed like a good idea at the time, but I didn't stick with it. I keep thinking that I should maybe go back to using it or something, but I don't have the real drive to currently.

What’s your favourite thing about the writeblr community?

This is an odd question, since I feel like I'm very on the fringes of the writeblr community and don't necessarily interact with it a ton, but I definitely like how encouraging everyone is to each other. It's nice to see.

What’s one thing you’d like your mutuals to know about you?

I don't want them to know anything about me I kid! I kid! I don't actually think I'm all that interesting, though.

I like to talk about my projects and love chatting about my characters. I'm also always down to give my perspective on writing-related questions you've ever got them. Not saying I've got the 'right' answer, but I can be a sounding board if anyone needs one. I think I'm pretty chill, and I'm open to interactions.

Also (unrelated to writing) I can summon deer. Except, apparently, during heatwaves.

Is there anything you’d like to see more of on your dash?

Not really. I am very laissez-faire about my dash and I'm hardly gonna tell people what I wish they'd be posting more of.

Which wips or writing projects are you noodling about, lately?

Mostly Miadhachain Legacy, Heart of a Warrior, Run Runaway, and Blood of Sages at the moment. Those four are pretty much on a random rotation through my brain right now. Talentless/Wild Card is always lurking right beneath the surface though.

How long have you been working on them?

ML and Heart of a Warrior are definitely my longest running projects. I started HoaW back in 2005, plugged away at it for a few years and then left it on the back-burner to boil dry for a decade+ hiatus. ML had a similar trajectory, only there were more external forces there that made me shelve that one for a while. Run, Runaway was a 2010s project which (again) was put on hiatus due to lack of interest. (Also, I was mid-degree and I had one of my creative writing profs pretty much call me a talent-less, unoriginal hack so… lots of writing projects stalled around then.) Blood of Sages is new. Like November 2023 new. And it's just something that I'm tinkering with more than a full blown story at the moment. Talentless/Wild Card is another thing that's been around since the late 2000s/early 2010s. Unlike ML and HoaW, it's been getting tinkered with semi-consistently since.

Do you remember what inspired them/what got you started?

HoaW, RR, and BoS are all fanfics for the same fandom. HoaW was my first foray into Fanfiction and I had no idea what I was doing, I just wanted to be included. Which is my way of saying I have no idea anymore what exactly inspired me to write that particular story. RR was a weird situation where I'd created a fan OC and my best friend (at the time) absolutely hated him, and said I should never write with him again. So, naturally I decided to write a story centred on him out of sheer spite. The fact that internet strangers seemed to enjoy it only spurred me on (until the aforementioned prof mentioned above). BoS was born from the circumstances of tumbling back into my old fandom, discovering the most ridiculous crackship that made my brain light up in the best way, and seeing someone else's AU and going "Okay, but what do I get if I take this weird pairing + that premise?" The answer is “More than the odd oneshot I’d planned for it to be.”

Miadhachain Legacy is a bit of a rats' nest as far as where that started. Originally, it was essentially an RP turned convoluted novel series between myself and a friend. It's mutated a lot since then.

Talentless/Wild Card was originally a satirical fantasy about a hapless knight who accidentally-ed his way through an adventure and sort of rescued the wrong princess. Other than some character names and concepts, very little of that original version exists in it now.

How much time, in your best estimation, do you spend thinking about them?

Like per day? Multiple hours. Usually while I'm supposed to do be doing something else.

When someone asks the dreaded, “what do you write about,” question, what do you usually say?

"I've got some sci-fi and fantasy that I'm working on at the moment." And then I elaborate if people want to know more. ...Why is there the expectation to treat this like it is the worst question to be asked?

Name any characters you created. side characters, protagonists, antagonists, characters who’ve never been written, the first original abomination you ever pulled from your ass; whomever you’d like!

...how much time have you got, friend? ML alone used to have over 100 named characters and Talentless/Wild Card have a cast to rival that. Enjoy a random smattering of folks instead.

Karn is the oldest character I have that I still write with, and Ripp is a close second.

Zaria is the newest character of ML, having been created to replace her old version, once named Kaen. Her counterpart, Adair, is still getting used to the change, honestly.

Cyri is a minor side character who has been giving me a case of brain weasels lately.

Aerun is someone that I am itching to work with but hasn't fed me any kind of a plot yet, so I don't know what to do with him. …He might be a smuggler…a pirate? I dunno.

Who’s the most unhinged?

Define "unhinged." I mean, probably Valen is the most, but unhinged how?

Voltain and Marmaduke are both pretty bizarre, in completely opposite ways and I'm just realizing now that those two could be read as foils to each other

General Vancil is out of touch with reality

Sleepshine is extremely normal in personality, but unhinged as a concept - he's a talking tortoise the size of...about an SUV. And I love him. Fight me.

Valen is…well, unfortunately, Valen. Poor guy's got a lot going on and some days he's holding himself together with nothing but dental floss and used scotch tape.

Who comes the most naturally for you to write?

Lots of my older characters come pretty easily to me. Maggie and Adair are both very familiar for me. Even if I leave them alone for a while, they're really easy for me to get right back into right mind for. That said, I think Marmaduke deserves some kind of special recognition for the fact that there were years where I could write him on autopilot.

Do you ever cringe at them?

I mean, sometimes, but also no?? Like, sure "Here's a character I created when I was 14 and he's a super cool assassin and in a gang and totally awesome, but also burdened with heaps of trauma" SOUNDS cringey when put like that. But have you considered that I adore him anyway??

How much control do you feel you have over your characters? do they ever “write themselves,” refuse to cooperate, or do things you didn’t expect? to what degree? are some less cooperative than others?

My characters can all be wilful little shits at times, and I'm mostly okay with that.

I'm always going to think of Rhys as the least cooperative character, though, mostly because he was the first one that just straight up refused to go where I tried to tell him to. He was supposed to end up with this girl, and inherit his mother's shady political empire, and otherwise be fairly unremarkable. Instead of that, he made a dramatic exit from the closet and ran off to get married to the quarterback of his high school football team - whom his girlfriend had kind-of been cheating on him with.

Do you enjoy people asking questions about your characters? and do you have a preferred means of receiving said questions? for example, as asks, as replies, as reblogs, as tag notes, as comments on ao3, etc.

Absolutely! I'm totally cool with folks asking however they feel comfortable, assuming that they're ever so inclined to ask. I love chatting about my characters.

What makes you want to follow another writeblr account? do you follow ‘em as you see ‘em, or take time scoping out the blog to make sure you align with its content? do you follow based on wips, or vibes?

Just kinda vibes, I think. Like I said above, I'm on the fringes of the writeblr community, so there's no hard and fast rule for who I follow and who I don't.

What makes you decide against following?

Please see above.

Do you interact with non-mutuals often?

Not really. I'm not opposed to it, I just don't do it much. I don't necessarily directly interact a ton with most of my mutuals either. Sometimes if I'm scoping a writblr and they've got a recent ask game going, I'll drop them some asks for fun.

Do your mutuals’ characters occupy space in your noodle?

...sort of? But considering the ones that I am considering for this answer were dropped into Talentless/Wild Card so long ago that they feel like they were always there, I don't think that's quite what this means.

[valflame]

really ridiculously detailed character stats.

FULL NAME: Arvis Fjalar Velthomer. NICKNAME(S): Emperor of Flame, Duke, Commander. AGE: The game/manga show him from the age of around 6/7 to somewhere in his mid/late 40s up to his death so it ranges. He’s in his early/mid 20s for most of the game so I normally play him as either at that point or prior to the game’s start, when he’s 19/20. MYERS-BRIGGS TYPE: infj. BIRTH DATE: January 14th. ETHNICITY: Jugdrali (Norwegian/Icelandic). PLACE OF BIRTH: The Duchy of Velthomer, Kingdom of Grannvale, Jugdral. GENDER IDENTITY: Male. PREFERRED PRONOUN(S): He/Him. SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Bisexual. RELIGION: Maerist. OCCUPATION: Duke of Velthomer, commander of the Weissritter, head of the Roten Ritter, right hand to the king His Majesty King Azmur Heim of Grannvale. Becomes Emperor of Grannvale later in his 20′s onward until death. FACE CLAIM: Canon.

Relationships

PARENTS: Victor Fjalar Velthomer and Cigyun of the Spirit Forest. Father is the infamous former Duke of Velthomer, renowned for his cruelty and his promiscuity. Mother is a secret descendant of Saint Maera, made infamous for her extramarital affair with Prince Kurth. Both are dead. SIBLINGS: Azelle Fjalar Velthomer and Deirdre of the Spirit Forest. Both are roughly seven years younger than him, and both are half siblings. Only grew up with Azelle; no-one knew about Deirdre. SIGNIFICANT OTHER(S): As part of the plot he marries... Deirdre. Also had a one night stand at some point in his teens with his right hand man general Aida that culminated in a bastard child, but that was more a one time mistake than her being an actual ‘significant other’. CHILDREN: Julia, Julius, Saias. Julia and Julius are twins by his wife Deirdre, Saias is the aforementioned bastard and elder half-brother to the twins. LEVEL OF SEXUAL EXPERIENCE: Enough. STORY OF FIRST KISS: Who even knows.  A SOCIAL PERSON? As much as a politician has to be. HOW DO THEY THINK OTHERS PERCEIVE THEM? Intelligent, calculating, quiet. Capable. A man willing to go the lengths nobody else is willing to go to to make sure progress is made. HOW DO OTHERS ACTUALLY PERCEIVE THEM? As a child he’s seen as cold and iron-fisted, but frighteningly talented and capable. Violent, too emotional. As an adult he’s still cold and intimidatingly talented, but he’s seen as more distant and lonely. Troubled. His public adores him before everything falls through the ground by gen2 of the game but that gets him as far as being known for being kind and admirable despite still being cold and aloof. Come gen2 he’s seen as a wicked and traitorous oppressor.

Physical Traits

EYE COLOR(S): Bright red. HAIR COLOR(S): Bright red. HEIGHT: 6′2″ (188 cm) WEIGHT: 162 lbs ( 73.5 kg) BODY BUILD: Lean, defined muscle. Understandably fit despite being a mage owing to his military position. GLASSES? CONTACTS? No. STYLE OF DRESS/TYPICAL OUTFITS: Ornamental military dress, mage robes. Has this weird aesthetic going where he’ll dress in uniform but he’ll still have his special level of Extra™ incorporated so you wind up with a croptop military jacket with epaulettes, robes gilded in gold accents with cleavage windows, military boots with prominent heels, etc. JEWELRY? TATTOOS? PIERCINGS? Recover Ring on his ring finger on his right hand, occasional earrings. Wears clothing with gold, gems and jewelry typically incorporated in. Not a tattoo, but his Mark of Fjalar is on his chest on top of his heart. If minor blood carriers also develop marks then his Mark of Loptyr is on his back, right on the other side of his heart opposite to his Fjalar brand. ATHLETIC? He commands the royal guard, he better be athletic. HOW DO THEY WALK: Chin up, chest out, shoulders back. Confidently. HOW DO THEY SMELL LIKE: Smoke and perfume. WHAT’S THEIR POSTURE LIKE? Straight, confident.

Phobias and Diseases

PHOBIA(S): Fear of burning alive. Fear of abandonment. MENTAL DISEASE(S): I literally never feel comfortable diagnosing fictional characters with anything because I’m not a psychologist or anyone trained in psychology but if I have to for the sake of the meme like, severe depression, general anxiety, he seems to me to hit every tic for bpd. PHYSICAL DISEASE(S): Does having Loptyrian blood count as a disease because it’s Pretty Dang Bad. Otherwise nothing. WHEN WAS THIS DIAGNOSED? N/A.

Intellect

LEVEL OF EDUCATION: Really high, via private tutoring. LEVEL OF SELF-ESTEEM: Simultaneously both really high and pretty low. For the most part it’s pretty hecking high; he sees himself as above most others in most things. GIFTS/TALENTS: He’s a genius with literal holy blood and an unparalleled aptitude for fire magic. Anybody with major holy blood is a demigod. SHORTCOMINGS: Overwhelmingly obsessed with the end goal, and willing to sacrifice basically anything and everything to get there. STYLE OF SPEECH: Formal, flippant. He genuinely cares for equality but has a habit of talking people down when he’s talking to himself, which is often. “LEFT BRAIN” OR “RIGHT BRAIN” THINKER: Left. ARTISTIC? He’s alright. He learnt how to paint in court. MATHEMATICAL? Good at mathematics. Better at reading. MAKES DECISIONS BASED MOSTLY ON EMOTIONS, OR ON LOGIC? Emotions, but emotions he ruminates over and conducts long-winded plans about for months. MOST SENSITIVE ABOUT/VULNERABLE TO: Criticism. Having his secrets found out. Getting called out. Getting his image besmirched. OPTIMIST OR PESSIMIST? Optimist. EXTROVERT OR INTROVERT? Introvert with a muted craving for human contact.

Details/Quirks

NIGHT OWL OR EARLY BIRD? Night owl. LIGHT OR HEAVY SLEEPER? Heavy sleeper. FAVORITE FOOD: Sweet tarts, sweet custards. LEAST FAVORITE FOOD: Vegetables. Any vegetables. COFFEE OR TEA? Tea. CRUNCHY OR SMOOTH PEANUT BUTTER? Crunchy. LEFTY OR RIGHTY? Righty. FAVORITE COLOR? Silver. CUSSER? He tries not to because it goes against his prissy nobleman aesthetic, but if you push him far enough he’ll let one or two slip. SMOKER? DRINKER? DRUG USER? Drinks on occasion. PETS? No. Probably had a cat at one point that ran away and soiled his trust in any other pets.

tagged by: @hikaup!! thank you very much >BV tagging: ANYBODY WHO WANTS TO DO IT ☆ JUST SAY PIGEON TAGGED YOU ☆☆☆

[bookofloptyr-blog]

So I found that someone had provided translations for some of the FE4 novel HERE and of course I’d been reading through it

and hecking

As of late, there have been reports of small animals being killed in the villages around the Belhalla region. While it wasn’t uncommon for small animals to be killed or stolen in these parts, what seemed absurd was how the corpses littered around all seemed to have been sucked dry of their blood. First dogs, then lambs…the assaulted animals were getting bigger in size. And finally, a year after these incidents began, a two-year-old girl fell victim. Autumn had already come, but the house’s windows were left open as it was a warm night. It is thought that the culprit broke into the house from there.

The next morning, the mother entered her child’s room and let out and agonising scream upon learning of her daughter’s death. What appeared to be canine marks could be found on the girl’s neck, and not a drop of blood remained in her corpse.

+

He (Manfroy) came again, the night after I killed the kitten…or was it the following night? When I recounted my killing of the kitten to him, he seemed delighted.

“How did the blood taste, if I may ask, Lord Julius?”

I replied that it was delicious, to which he responded with a small cackle. He told me that I did the right thing.

“Your body requires a good supply of blood. From here on, I shall assist you whenever you are in need of blood.”

I told him that I could do it myself. Just watch, even a dog will be no match for me.

“But Lord Julius. If you kill several more cats and dogs within the compound, you will surely fall under suspicion.  So the next time you crave for blood, let us take it outside the palace.”

is... is julius straight up a vampire what is this sMH

[westywrites]

Find the Word tag

Thanks @tc-doherty for tagging me to find the words: worry, permanent, fold, chase, and request.

I checked for all of these words in Cypress Ascending, but only one was in there. So once again, I'm posting excerpts from The Corvine book one, Essence of Stars.

Worry

Cambridge watched Lennox as he walked with his head down. He kicked at stones and hummed softly to himself. The shop was clearly important to him, and he’d had to leave it behind. She couldn’t get the raven’s warning out of her mind. It said they weren’t safe. She should’ve told the others, but she didn’t want them to worry. Everyone was so worried. Water coursed under the bridge and the morning light showed the filth inside. She sighed and pulled at the uncomfortable bonnet. They just had to make it onto the canal boat and then they’d be free. They’d go to the country where everything was clean, and there was no one to bother them. Everything would work itself out. That’s why Lennox had done this after all, to get them to freedom. She looked at her gloved hands. Having to hide herself didn’t feel like freedom. 

Permanent

“Whether or not you realize it, every time you use your power, some part of you crosses that barrier. Whether or not you realize it, every time, some part of you doesn’t cross back.”

Silence reigned. All that was left was the crackling fire and [Avenir's] ragged breath.

“Every time, some part of you dies. Maybe, it’s your brain, and you slowly lose your mind.” She looked at Lennox. “Maybe, it’s your body, and you slowly lose the ability to move, to feel anything.” She turned to Ivory. “Maybe, it’s your voice, and one day you’ll have used your power so much that you can’t speak at all. Or maybe, like Cambridge, it’s something new and impossible, and we can’t know what will happen.”

“But the effects fade…?” Lennox’s fingers dug into his thighs. 

Good, he should be uncomfortable.

Helio spoke up, voice and face solemn, "in extreme circumstances, the damage will become permanent. But under normal use, it is only a mild inconvenience."

Fold

Settling down with rough blankets on the hard floor, the others had already changed into nightclothes. Cambridge stood in the closet, gloved hands wrapped in the folds of her skirt. She pulled at the fabric, dreaming of a world where it was more than a costume. To take it off would be to break the illusion. To take it off would mean seeing what’s underneath. She shivered.

Chase

“Lennox.” Cambridge’s voice and the cold air together chased the stars out of his vision. 

He snapped back to reality and took stock of the crowd in front of him. Supervisors, workers, and children alike stared up at the factory. Flames danced in their eyes. A cry passed through the crowd as a window shattered, throwing glass over their heads. 

And, funny enough, I couldn't find request in Essence of Stars/The Corvine in general, but it was the one I found in Cypress Ascending!

God-touched fulfilled the missions given to them by the god they served. Simple as that. When Eadim had appeared before her, Solace hadn’t expected to spend the rest of her days travelling between small towns and smaller towns to ease the pain of the sick and dying. All in all, it was not a bad mission. She served a purpose. And people adored her. As the name she chose for herself suggested, the god of Old Age had granted her the power to give solace to those who needed it. She was happy to serve any of the Sphaera, let alone a god as well-respected as the Fourth Stage. But after years of doing it, her mission had become dreadfully boring. At times, she considered requesting an audience with Eadim just to ask him to give her a new one. 

I think I will tag @muddshadow @emilyoracle and @leonajasmin-writeblr to find the words: world, land, ocean/sea, and city/town! Only if you want to, no pressure at all.

Also, anyone else who sees this, consider it an open tag! I'd love to see excerpts of everyone's wips ☺

[italiangothicwriteblr]

Ship Song Tag Game!

Tagged by @pinespittinink! Thanks for the tag!!

Rules: List the songs you associate most with your ships. (These are probably gonna be 90% Taylor Swift sorry guys. She has a song for every relationship dynamic under the sun.)

Novellia and Livia: You Are In Love by Taylor Swift

You two are dancing in a snowglobe round and round

And he keeps a picture of you in his office downtown

And you understand now why they lost their minds and fought the wars

And why I spent my whole life trying to put it into words

Niccolo and Enrico: Forever Winter by Taylor Swift

He says he doesn't believe anything much he hears these days He says, "Why fall in love, just so you can watch it go away?" He spends most of his nights wishing it was how it used to be He spends most of his flights getting pulled down by gravity

(The whole song is SO THEM! Like listening to it will give you a deep understanding of their relationship)

Giacomo and Martino: Daylight by Taylor Swift

I've been sleeping so long in a 20-year dark night And now I see daylight, I only see daylight

Luck of the draw only draws the unlucky And so I became the butt of the joke I wounded the good and I trusted the wicked Clearing the air, I breathed in the smoke

Orianna and Isabella: Don’t Blame Me by Taylor Swift

For you, I would cross the line I would waste my time I would lose my mind They say, "She's gone too far this time"

Don't blame me, love made me crazy If it doesn't, you ain't doin' it right

Saturnino and Ottavio: Cowboy Like Me by Taylor Swift

Never thought I'd meet you here It could be love We could be the way forward And I know I'll pay for it

And the skeletons in both our closets Plotted hard to fuck this up

Calpurnia and Polyxena: King of My Heart by Taylor Swift

Is the end of all the endings? My broken bones are mending With all these nights we're spending Up on the roof with a school girl crush Drinking beer out of plastic cups Say you fancy me, not fancy stuff Baby, all at once, this is enough

Giuseppe and Arnoldo: Just a Dream by Carrie Underwood

Baby, why'd you leave me, why'd you have to go I was counting on forever, now I'll never know I can't even breathe It's like I'm looking from a distance, Standing in the background Everybody's saying, he's not coming home now, This can't be happening to me This is just a dream

Attilio and Leonora: Like My Father by Jax

I need a man who's patient and kind Gets out of the car and holds the door I wanna slow dance in the living room like We're 18 at senior prom and grow Old with someone who makes me feel youngI need a man who loves me like My father loves my mom

Bonus: Not a ship (like REALLY REALLY NOT A SHIP) but I’ve been thinking about it:

Giacomo and Basilio: I Say No from Heathers

Don't say a word You speak and I cave in You'll twist the truth again And drill deep down beneath my skin You said you'd change And I believed in you But you're still using me To justify the harm you doThis is it Hit the brake Call it all my mistake Long as you let me go You need help I can't provide I'm not Bonnie, you're not Clyde No pressure tagging: @cherrybombfangirlwrites @evethenovicewriter @theprissythumbelina @tc-doherty @memento-morri-writes and anyone else who wants to do this!

[bostarsky]

First Lines Meme

Rules: List the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have less than 20, just list them all!). See if there are any patterns. Choose your favorite opening line. Then tag 10 of your favorite authors!

I was tagged by @tc-lp and since I don’t really interact that much on tumblr consider yourself tagged if you’re a writer, I don’t know y’all’s blog names😂

1. Werewolf 2: Electric Bogaloo (Kylux, 5k)

“To Hux there’s nothing quite like the rush he gets from walking Kylo down the street.”

2. Should Have Locked the Door (Clydeland, 377 words)

“Usually Clyde would never consider doing something as risky as having sex on the living room couch, but by the time that thought ocurs to him Stensland is already balls deep and the only thought on his mind is how danged good it feels.”

3. Fuck You and Your Poodle (Kylux, 3600 words)

“Hux considers himself a man of particular tastes, his family line holds prestige and his bank is impressive to say the least.”

4. At This Point I’m Praying FOR That Dick (Kylux, 3600 words)

“Ben never meant for it to go this far, whatever this thing he has with Hux is, it should have ended the day he was excommunicated.”

5. God Did NOT Save Me From That Dick (Kylux, 3400 words)

“As dreadful and humiliating an experience as it was, Ben felt no surprise at being put under a magnifying glass by his peers.”

6. The Little Dumbass (Kylux, 22800 words)

“His mother always tells him not to stray too close to where the land dwellers are, but Kylo is curious and confident in his ability to defend himself should he need it.”

7. Who Says Petty Crime Doesn’t Pay? (Kylux, 1200 words)

“A wet nose bumps into Kylo’s shin, a few sniffs following in quick succession, then a reedy little meow.”

8. God Save Me From This Dick (Kylux, 2200 words)

“After that sweltering afternoon in Hux’s house, Ben has been praying for forgiveness.”

9. Charity Work (Kylux, 1900 words)

“It can be discouraging to have countless doors slammed in his face, but Ben is sure in his faith and knows eventually there will be a door that remains open.”

10. Fido, Fishnets, and Body Parts (Kylux, 500 words)

“It didn’t take Hux long to find out that Kylo’s sense of style and his career affects every aspect of his life.”

11. Between a Cock and a Hard Place (Kylux, 3500 words)

““Do you EVER think anything through!” Hux screams at him from about two inches away, spittle spraying Kylo’s face.”

12. Fill me Like a Creampuff (Kylux, 1900 words)

“There are many pros to having a roommate, pros that enable Kylo to live somewhere decent at all.”

13. Oh, To be a Flower in Clyde Logan’s Hair (Clydeland, 500 words)

“Clyde knows about the ongoing challenge amongst his patrons, it’s hard not to when every night he’s bombarded with any number of bad jokes and dumb things from the internet that he doesn’t understand.”

14. The Sound of Rain (Kylux, 1200 words)

“This isn’t exactly what he had in mind when Hux asked him if he wanted to come over so they could get rid of their sexual tension once and for all.”

15. Pink Cadillac (Clydeland, 5600 words)

“Ever since puberty hit and Clyde grew a whole foot in a couple of years, he’s been very aware of his size.”

16. It’s Raining Men (Kylux, 3400 words)

““Hey, Kylo! We’ve got a call for a cat stuck up a tree.””

17. Hook, Line, and Sinker (Clydeland, 850 words)

“When he’d met Stensland Clyde had thought he was odd for a human.”

18. Idiots, Idiots Everywhere (Kylux, 570 words)

““You should kiss Hux.””

19. When Nature Calls (Kylux, 700 words)

“It had started out well enough but Hux should have know that stubbing his toe this morning had been a foreshadowing of more bad luck to come.”

20. Butt I Wanted a Pillow (Kylux, 1670 words)

“The room is immaculate, Hux will give them that much, being that he’s in Las Vegas he almost expected there to be a little ziplock bag of cocaine on the pillow instead of the neatly wrapped chocolate.”

And there we go, all of these, and many more, can be found on my ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/users/BoStarsky/pseuds/BoStarsky/works I chose to stick to my last 20 Kylux and adjacent stories that I wrote on my own just for the sake of consistency. Honestly I still love all of these cause I did write most of them for myself more than anyone else, I just like sharing with the fandom.

As for a favourite opening line I’m not really sure, mostly cause my memory is shit more than anything else. I’ve read so many good fics in this fandom over the years that I’m not sure if I could choose just one anyway.

[the-letterbox-archives]

archival file 370210-234[4] (tag game)

part 4! thank you @drchenquill and @gioiaalbanoart for the questions! this time i'm using sissy, yaromyr, and eleanor blackwood for the questions!

q1. “would you consider yourself different?”

sissy

“Yes, yes! Have you ever seen someone quite like me, like me?”

yaromyr

“Everyone has scars, as well as I. I believe it is those scars that unite us. So no, I don’t consider myself, nor anyone, different.”

eleanor

“Yeah. I’d say so. So’s the rest of my family.”

q2. “how far would you go to save a loved one?”

sissy

“I suppose if I had a loved one, yes, yes. If not, would I really love them? Would I really?”

yaromyr

“I would sacrifice myself, my wealth, my country, and everything else I have to offer. I would pray to any god who will listen. I would do anything.”

eleanor

“Not far. But they wouldn’t either.”

q3. “would you team up with your worst enemy if it was the only option?”

sissy

“No, no. Never! Not unless I really really had to, but I would never really really need to!”

yaromyr

“I hope that I haven’t inspired enemies, but as a ruler I suppose it is inevitable. I would make temporary amends with them should I need to.”

eleanor

“I can figure it out myself.”

q4. “what is the worst insult you can give?”

sissy

“Everything I say to the owl is my worst insult! Everything I say!”

yaromyr

“I suppose it would be an insult to someone’s honour.”

eleanor

“Three things. Money, family, and actions.”

q5. “what is the nicest thing anyone could say to you?”

sissy

“Nobody’s ever said anything nice to me, nobody. So I couldn’t say, couldn’t say!”

yaromyr

“I find that actions speak louder than words… But a simple ‘I love you’ goes a long way.”

eleanor

“... That they like me.”

q6. “are you a jealous person?”

sissy

“I would never, I would never! I don’t have anyone to be jealous over! Hah… yes, yes…”

yaromyr

“No, I don’t believe I am.”

eleanor

“Maybe.”

np tagging @introchasingstars, @honeybewrites, @paeliae-occasionally, @ominous-feychild, @the-golden-comet,

@noxxytocin, @moltenwrites, @tc-doherty, @the-ellia-west, @theverumproject,

@thecrazyalchemist, @laylathewordwitch, @dragonedged-if, @leitereads, @autism-purgatory,

@fenmere, @leahnardo-da-veggie, @melpomene-grey,

@yourpenpaldee, @corinneglass, @agirlandherquill, @willtheweaver, @nczaversnick,

@davycoquette, @glassfrogforest, @princeofhags, @wyked-ao3, @fantasy-things-and-such, + open tag!

[rookieforlife]

Don't you think it's too much all the hate casey and players are getting because of Christen?

Because of what again? leave Christen out of it. I have no idea if they’re getting hate, I don’t keep up with preath fans and united fans. I can only speak for myself and I personally don’t hate Casey or the players, she seems like a good person, and the players are good. Some people need to learn to separate. Having a football opinion is not hating, I think her plans suck, but that’s a football opinion. I do hate the club though because... rivalry and banter exist 💡 that’s why you have Tobin saying MaNcHesTeR iS rEd. And I’m gonna keep saying United is shit hahaha. If they’re getting hate... well I’d ignore them. When they were talking shit about Christen I chose not to check her tag on twitter. I think there are too many sides on this... old united fans who dislike Christen but because Tobin being as extra as she is kissed the crest, they think TC have to stay forever and “the other american” will be Tobin’s cheerleader, then... new United fans (they will forget about the club as soon as they’re gone) who are Preath fans and idealize everything and they probably don’t really care about football, I mean... they are happy watching Press on the bench and create a whole story of a 2 sec. smile, but you know leadership, team moms and yada yada, and then Christen Press fans who are frustrated as fuck because they’re not giving her enough time and a proper plan to do anything, like me :) lol honestly I can’t wait until she’s back home or goes somewhere else. I miss watching her play.

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Teacher Crush Would You Rather

Made by @baeby-tc 

1. Be your tc’s age or have your tc be your age?

I would overwhelmingly prefer if M was my age. Less responsibilities and such things. I also feel that this is the age when you spend much more time with your friends regularly, so I definitely would want her to be my age.

2. Have a summer fling with your tc, but never speak again afterwards or be in a long distance relationship with your tc for years, but never be able to meet in person?

Uff, this is a question that I’ve never seen before. I think I would rather be in a long distance relationship with her. I mean, if we were to hypothetically find ourselves in a relationship after I graduate, it would have to be long distance anyway. I think the sentiment is more important than the short-term gratification.

 3. Spend the day with your tc or pull an all nighter with your tc?

While human nature tends to get things kind of frisky as the night wears on...I would rather spend the day with her. Both of us value our sleep and usually go to sleep at a completely normal time. 

 4. Accidentally confess your feelings to your tc while drunk or never confess your feelings to your tc?

I like to think of myself as an honest person, so it would kill me to never tell her. If I accidentally confess, then I don’t have to spend time planning it or feel any anxiety while doing it. It sounds like an ideal situation to me.

 5. Have your tc find out about your tcc blog and read every single post or relive your most embarrassing moment with your tc?

Oh my god, this is a difficult one. I think I would actually rather have her read my blog. Maybe she’ll find it funny. Reliving embarrassment is something that I’m glad I can’t imagine, as it sounds more painful than any sort of embarrassment I’ve experienced.

6. Go to a fancy restaurant with your tc or have a picnic with your tc?

I’m a sucker for a cute picnic! 

7. Fly out of the country with your tc or drive/cycle cross country with your tc?

I would want to fly out of the country! That would be quite memorable. I’m actually supposed to do this next year, if things line up. I have my fingers crossed.

 8. Go to the movies with your tc or go to the museum with your tc?

I’m not a huge movie person. I have a terrible attention span, unless my brain is occupied with an action, which I guess is why I perform but don’t watch. Museums are super fun, and I’m a history person. Oh, M is as well! Museum all the way.

 9. Never speak to your tc again, but still being able to see them out and about or never see your tc’s face again, but still be able to call (not video call, only phone call), text and email them?

Half of the time I’m near her, see her, or am going somewhere I know she’s going to be at, I am planning out what I’m going to say to her. One of the things that hurts the most is when we see each other and she doesn’t say anything to me. I just can’t handle it. I have to have communication, so I’ll definitely go with the latter option here.

10. Completely forgetting about your tc (they’re strangers to you) or feel as though your tc was some kind of ultra-realistic dream (you’re not sure whether it actually happened or you just dreamt it)?

I enjoy holding on to memories, and M is definitely a huge part of my high school memories. I would rather feel as if I dreamt about her. After all, I have remarkably vivid and realistic dreams anyway, so that works out well.

11. In a movie where your tc is the protagonist, be cast as the love interest or the antagonist?

What do you mean, I’m already both. ;)

12. Confess your feelings in a letter or in person?

I think I would do it in person so that I could see her reaction. More than once, I’ve given her a letter and run away, so I need to...not do that again lol.

13. Get drunk with your tc or get high with your tc? 

I’d rather get drunk. I hate the idea of smoking, and I already know that she drinks.

14. Having to social distance with everyone but your tc for a year or having to social distance with your tc but no one else for a year?

I can deal with social distancing with everyone except for M. Social distancing has taught me that being less touchy (not touchy at all) is actually not that bad. I’m enjoying it. Don’t touch me.

15. Get the chance to go through all of your tc’s photo albums or get the chance to visit your tc’s childhood home, current place and every school they’ve ever attended?

I was originally going to say I would visit all those places, as they’re more substantial than just photos. However, photos are literally moments in time that have been frozen. Photos tell individual stories, so I think I would rather look at those. 

16. Share a dorm with your tc for a month or be handcuffed to your tc for 24h? 

I’d rather share a dorm with her for a month. Being handcuffed to her means being right next to her. For an entire day. I’d probably spend half of the day passing out.

17. Date someone with your tc’s face/physical appearance but someone else’s personality or date someone with a different face but your tc’s personality?

I would date someone with a different face but the same personality. If I were to date someone with the same appearance I think I would just get super confused!

18. Relive all of your favorite moments with your tc or have one of your dreams with your tc come to life?

I’d rather have one of my dreams about her actually happen. If you know...you know.

19. Attend your tc’s wedding with someone else or move across the world from your tc and having to say goodbye? 

There’s a little part of me that secretly wants to move to a faraway country, so I’ll go with that one. That way, I won’t just have to say goodbye to M, but to everyone. One of the places I want to go to is a place she loves...so maybe she’ll be compelled to visit if I were to move there.

20. Listen your tc’s playlist with them or go on a movie marathon of their favorite movies with them? 

Go on a movie marathon! She recommended me a bunch of shows and movies I still haven’t gotten around to watching.

This was super fun! @tccinematicuniverse tagged me, and I think @sunomegatc and @whats-the-story-tc should do this if y’all aren’t busy.

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I talked about it briefly HERE before, but I figured it’d be useful to make a headcanon post on the people Arvis has close ties with prior to the start of FE4 since they do plenty in shaping his character and he doesn’t have many ties smh

PRINCE KURTH: The current prince to the throne. Arvis feels exceedingly warmly towards him ( as in, he isn’t chilly at all towards Kurth despite coming off as icy to most other people, which for him is a testament to how much he likes him ) and is a known avid supporter of the prince. Most of his fondness for the older man comes from the fact that Kurth had been in his eyes a very close friend of his mother’s and had kept her happy and given her much-needed support when she was still dealing with her tumultuous marriage to Victor; in reality Kurth and Cigyun had been involved in an extramarital affair. The affair was what led to Victor’s suicide and Cigyun’s disappearance and what orphaned Arvis; in his early years as duke Kurth went out of his way to quietly manipulate the political landscape of Grannvale to leave the duchy of Velthomer in ever-favourable conditions without Arvis knowing to support the child duke and watched out for him, but he did at least notice how the prince can’t seem to look him in the eye properly ever since the Velthomer family disaster. He assumes Kurth is just still mourning his ‘dear friend’ Cigyun’s disappearance as much as he still mourns his missing mother, and not that the guilt from ruining his life has culminated in him trying to both support and avoid him at the same time.

KING AZMUR: The current king of the Kingdom of Grannvale, and Kurth’s father.

He took to looking after Arvis in a more hands-on way than Kurth did after he lost his parents and made him his right-hand, both as a means of instructing him on the ins and outs of court life and the dance of medieval politics since his actual father did diddly squat to educate his son on any of it before killing himself. When he got older ( as in, at some point in his teens because age makes no hecking sense when it comes to him ) Azmur also appointed him as head of Belhalla’s royal guard and gave him additional quarters in the royal castle for an office and sleeping quarters while dealing with the royal knights. Azmur is one of the people Arvis feels most fondly towards since he sees him as a sort of surrogate father; Azmur is also probably the person he feels worst about lying to come the events of FE4, since at that point he’s sick and dying and Arvis is the one tending to him in his poor health. For most of what he does he’s either being manipulated via blackmail or he’s doing what he actually thinks is ‘for the good of the people’, but not telling Azmur the truth about everything going on is to him far more emotionally difficult than, say, the act of killing Sigurd and his entire army.

AZELLE: Arvis’ younger half-brother. Duke Victor had countless mistresses and plenty of illegitimate children by his mistresses that he couldn’t care less about because Victor only cares for alcohol and sleeping around, but the circumstances surrounding Azelle’s birth were different than most; Victor got drunk and forced himself on Cigyun’s favourite handmaid, and when news broke that the maid had gotten pregnant he attempted to banish her instead of keeping her in court like he did his girlfriends and their children. Cigyun flew into hysterics and defended her handmaid demanding that she be allowed to stay. After Victor and Cigyun were out of the picture the writer’s notes discuss how Arvis banished every one of his father’s concubines and their children but kept Azelle and his mother close and saw them as his own family, and that she looked after him like a surrogate mother. After she passed away from an unnamed disease some ten years later Arvis wasn’t seen with another woman again ( he infamously accepted no women into Velthomer court under his rule, going so far as to bar any female maids from his service, even; with him there were only ever male servants and butlers ), but Azelle kept close. He tells Sigurd in the prologue that Azelle ‘means the world to him’ despite not sharing the same mother as him and entrusts him to take care of him, and vocally wishes that he and Azelle got along better.

AIDA: Aida is Arvis’ closest confidant and his right-hand man. She is the sole exception to his strict ‘no women’ rule; among the Roten Ritter she’s earned herself the nickname of being his shadow as he constantly seems to go out of his way to stick himself next to her if they happen to ever be in the same building together. She leads Velthomer’s fire mages beneath him, but more than that she is his dearest friend --- even if he still can’t tell even her everything Aida knows more of his secrets than anyone else. He goes so far as to tell her of his ploy against Sigurd, so he trusts her enough/she’s loyal enough to go along with his schemes when seemingly nobody else is aware of what’s really going on, but he still can’t tell her about his heritage or the true reason he allows himself to answer to Manfroy. She gets to see a much less curated side to him behind closed doors; theirs is the sort of relationship where he slouches in his seat as soon as a door is closed and they’re the only two around and he starts to actually make smalltalk and want to chit-chat instead of just delving right into business. When he was younger they had an illegitimate child together; Saias is a tricky topic mostly because the courts love to talk and they would immediately latch onto anything remotely as juicy as news of a first-born bastard being conceived by anyone with Major Holy Blood, but other than that he sees her as perhaps his least problematic relationship. He adores her.

                      ... Platonically.

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fanfic tag game

I was tagged by @waitingforthestarstofall - this will be a good distraction from rage (SO MUCH RAGE) Thanks!

Questions:

Ao3 Name: IceQueen1 (same on FFN)

Fandoms: Oh damn. Umm...written for: Agents of SHIELD, and the 100 which I actively avoid now, even if those were some of my favorite works; Lucifer, Constantine, Supernatural, Magnum PI 2018, Deception, Common Law, Daredevil, Iron Fist, Merlin, MCU-ish, Doctor Who. Unpublished: Prodigal Son and Outer Banks and one crossover with MacGyver 2016. 

Number of fics: Well...depends on how you count. Posted or with every intention of posting - 56, though some of those are from when I was like 14 (it shows, but I like them and they’re valuable learning tool). Unpublished and snippets here and there...::nervous laugh:: 109?

1. Fic you spent the most time on: Toss up between  Wrong Side of Heaven,  Damnatio Memoriae (which has given me the worst case of imposter syndrome I kind of cry every time I look at it), and  Running Up That Hill

2. Fic you spent the least time on:  Catalyst - literally wrote it on an illegal lunch break on a computer that wasn’t mine and posted it on a government computer. 

3. Longest Fic: Huh. Apparently not Damnatio, but  Running Up That Hill, at an impressive 104k words in the Agents of SHIELD fandom. 

4. Shortest Fic:  Promises to the Dead in Supernatural fandom. 

5. Most hits: Even without combining from FFN and AO3 - Damnatio Memoriae

6. Most kudos: Damnatio Memoriae

7. Most comment threads: Damnatio Memoriae (see a trend?)

8. Fave Fic you wrote: This is like picking favorite pets. Um, actually, despite the headaches they’ve given me, Damnatio ties with  Left Behind. Both unfinished (Left Behind because I got so pissed at the 100 I stopped watching), and Damnatio because I have nightmares about it, but I think I like my writing in those two the most. Very close third is Wrong Side. 

9. Fic you want to rewrite/expand on:  Remedy or  Cecidit Angelus

10. Share a bit of your WIP or share a story idea that you’re planning:

You need to know the answer to this is 9. Possibly more. But there’s part of Damnatio: 

Lucifer looked…haggard. Tired in a way she’s never seen him before, dark shadows under even darker eyes, his normally immaculate appearance disheveled as if he’d been on a bender since the last time she saw him. He didn’t stand up straight, slightly hunched over and cockeyed, though that could just as easily be because he was standing on loose sand. It could also be from the handle of scotch held loosely in one hand, more than two thirds empty. His five o’clock shadow was more like like 12 o’clock, and his hair free of product ruffled in the breeze. “You rang?” he asked, one corner of his mouth twitching as if he meant to smile as his own joke but couldn’t be bothered with the effort. He swayed on his feet before righting himself. “I was wondering how long it would take you to try this.” Chloe could smell the alcohol on him ten feet away, even in the breeze coming off the ocean. “What happened to you?” Lucifer laughed at that. It was high pitched, bordering on manic, and he scrubbed a hand over his face, his fingers scraping along the rough stubble on his cheeks. “I…I don’t know how to answer that, Detective.” He held up the scotch, violently shaking it back and forth. “To quote a younger sibling of mine - ‘I found a liquor store, and I drank it’.”

An unnamed Outer Banks fic: 

JJ scoffed at that, wincing as the sudden movement jostled his ribs. “Yeah. An adult. The last thing I need right now is an adult.” He seemed to consider that for a moment. “Though…I guess there are a couple things I could need less. A snake bite. Or a jellyfish sting. Or a missing leg. Or -” “Dammit kid,” Shoupe interrupted, not caring where the list was headed. “This isn’t a game. You can’t do this on your own, you’re barely sixteen. You can���t take care of yourself at sixteen, and if this isn’t proof enough of that, I don’t know what is. You need an adult -” JJ’s electric blue eyes narrowed as he stared at him, lower bloodied lip pinched between his teeth. “Yeah? You mean the like adults who looked the other way for eight years when I came to school with black eyes and broken bones and the same clothes for weeks on end? Or the adult who gave me those black eyes and broken bones? Or do you mean the adult who killed my best friend? Or the adult who aided and abetted said adult who killed my best friend? Or the adult who tried to rob us at gunpoint. Or maybe you mean the adults who stole money from a crime scene to ‘dip their beak’? Those adults? Are those the fucking adults you mean, Shoupe? ‘Cause if not, I have no idea what the fuck you’re talking about. I’ll take my chances. From where I’m sitting, I’m not doing any worse.” Shoupe ran an appraising eye over the kid. “I doubt that.” “The bar is pretty fucking low, Sheriff.” “You came here though, didn’t you?” JJ glared at him before turning away a muttering, “Don’t read too much into it. Robbing the CVS would’ve been a little hard to do without a getaway car.” Shoupe didn’t miss the way the kid avoided mentioning the long, ragged looking cut down the front of his left leg. “And none of your friends have first aid kits?” JJ steadfastly ignored him, ignored the way that his leg was beginning to bounce against the ceramic of the tub side as he dabbed ineffectively at the blood. “Hmm?” JJ bit his lip, whether from his less than gentle ministrations or to keep from snapping back, Shoupe couldn’t tell. Probably a toss up. “Nothing you want to say for yourself?” With a snarl, JJ whirled on him. “I can’t go to them, okay? I can’t drag them into this shit with me. Pope already lost his ticket out of here, and Kie -” he didn’t finish the thought, but there was something hard and broken in his voice as it suddenly wavered. “This is on me. I did this. So I deal with this. And I don’t drag them down with me. No one else drowns because of me.” And there it was. JJ Maybanks and John B Routledge were thicker than thieves and where one was, the other wasn’t far behind, and it’d been that way ever since Shoupe joined the Kildare Sheriff’s Department. Hell, half his calls were responding to something they’d done - a particularly memorable one being an impromptu fireworks display inside the gym when Fourth of July was rained out. What happened when one half of you was suddenly gone?

And Bad Things

The dog bit down, hard, on Rick’s forearm, teeth sinking into skin and muscle until they hit bone, the dog violently shaking its head as Rick tried to pry the dog loose with his other hand, still caught in the rifle strap. He could still hear gunfire, could still hear the lieutenant yelling at the man, but what he could hear louder than anything else was the sound of the power drill and the kid screaming in agony.  

And Wrong Side

Rick tried not to think about the disaster that was his first mission as Thomas’s Overwatch. He hadn’t had much in the way of experience with SEALs, not firsthand. Marines and Navy rarely overreached during missions and centuries long tradition of hating each other kept most at arms length from each other, even back on base. Rick had plenty of experience keeping people away from him even before the Marines, but Thomas didn’t seem to take the hint. It hadn’t helped that Nuzo and TC hit it off almost instantly, and TC was less opposed to being friends with the walking ray of sunshine that was Thomas Magnum, which just made Rick all the more determined to hate the guy. It wasn’t until after their haywire mission that’d gone to Hell six ways from Sunday that Rick finally understood Thomas Sullivan Magnum. That his relaxed and affable nature wasn’t an act, and that he would bend over backwards to help anyone - anyone - regardless of whether or not he was supposed to. That he never bothered with anyone’s past, and never offered his own, because as far as he was concerned, here and now was all that mattered. That for seeming generally oblivious, the younger man missed nothing. And for all that easy going ‘rain is just another kind of good weather’ attitude, it hid a seriously terrifying alter ego.

And there’s another Prodigal Son (or two), I don’’t even want to count how many other Magnum’s, Lucifer, or random things that catch my attention because that is HOW I ROLL. 

Anyway. 

Tagging: @dragonnan, @beguilewritesstuff, @buckky, @itsjustdg, @21forestglades, @aliathewriter and whoever else wants to play, because Tumblr is being dumb and won’t let me tag anyone else (also, don’t feel obligated if you are tagged and don’t want to - I’m just hella nosy about sneak peeks)