#I am so ridiculously excited for this

[bi-disastersoup]

Triteleia Amare

My flowershop AU is finally live! The first chapter went up, and I am so incredibly excited.

Read it here or check below the cut for a short preview!

If East Aldenard was anything, it was a small but vibrant town. And while it couldn’t claim to have much in the way of a distinguishable culture, what it did have was a Main Street of the sort that had existed long before there were cars to drive down it. The sort that some of the proud, older shops on the strip – the ones that had been there since the beginning, or near enough about – might have on display a black-and-white sketch of the street in the olden days.

In some parts and in some ways, it was an old town, and old fashioned in many respects.

That was probably the only reason the Rosewood Stalls had managed to stay in business as long as it had, in an era of silk flowers and online delivery. R’alma Crissen – sole proprietor of the Stalls – had learned the ins and outs of doing business in an old-fashioned town over the few short years since the little flower shop had opened, and had earned himself a decent reputation as a result.

The key, he had learned, was service rendered. Anyone could buy up silk flowers from a craft store, or even from a wholesale vendor. But there were so few who actually knew how to arrange them, at least in a town as small as Aldenard. And those online delivery services weren’t in the habit of including such amenities with their orders, either.

Throw in the fact that R’alma refused to offer his arrangement services without an actual order placed with the Stalls, and the little flower shop had managed to stay afloat quite nicely – if just barely some months.

There were circumstances where he tended to lose business, of course. Most notably, last-minute orders around the popular holidays would often walk out or hang up once they realized that he didn’t actually offer delivery himself. He couldn’t afford to have the extra help on hand to spare, and so he was running the shop by himself. As it was, he was already forced to close down completely twice a week just to keep himself from going mad from overwork.

But the loyal regulars and the occasional larger wedding or funeral order did a lot to make up for the lost business, so he honestly couldn’t complain.

So it was that fateful day in spring was a quiet one – well past the Valentine’s rush, but still early in the season. He’d slept in a bit by accident, but had still managed to open the shop at a reasonable time that morning. A fortune which he owed to the fact that his apartment was right there on the second floor. How many mornings he had stumbled down the flight of stairs outside the back door, hair mussed and coffee mug in hand, fumbling keys as he lost track of which was which, he had lost count.

Now that the initial panic of being late had passed, however, the drag of a peaceful Saturday morning was beginning to set in. Sunlight streamed in through the window panels along the top of the door, casting the array of displayed flowers in a splash of vibrant color, and gleaming off of the polished dark wood paneling of the walls and shelving. There was plenty of bustle on the busy street outside, but so far none of it had trickled into the shop as of yet.

He was out in front of the counter, adjusting some of the arrangements, when the door finally opened, ringing the small bell hanging over the frame. It had a pleasantly musical tone to it, and held a charming appeal to his customers with more old-fashioned sensibilities. Not only that, he found it singularly useful for the times he was in the back when someone wandered in.

He could never have guessed that sound would, on this particular day, mark the end of his quiet, uneventful life in this small town...

(Keep reading here!)

[kotaki]

Infinity Nikki outfit display.

[fantasyismyonlyrealescape]

HAPPY FRIDAY NIGHT SMACKDOWN DAY TO ALL WHO CELEBRATE.

JIMMY AND ROMAN ARE SET TO APPEAR TONIGHT.

IT'S GOING TO BE UCEYYY ALL UP IN GREENVILLE.

[idlesuperstar]

current sexual orientation: tweedy, warm, intelligent, wry, ping-pong playing, whisky-drinking, poetry-quoting, motorbike-racing, gloriously red-headed here-on-earth-I-am-your-defending-counsel Doctor Frank Reeves [Roger Livesey: A Matter of Life And Death, Powell & Pressburger, 1946]

[onlyrainbowshipstbh]

The Peaceful Property crew via gmmtv’s Insta!

[moonchild-in-blue]

Australian Rituals / Teeth of God Tour Bingo

Alroighte gwois, let's hear your predictions for the upcoming rituals. I *might* make another bingo (like on Wembley) - even if I don't, let's get them all in one place cus I think it's funny.

If you have something specifically for the Teeth of God Tour (because they are headliners and can do Cooler™ Fancier™ stuff) do specify. Same for strictly Australian Rituals. Some stuff may happen earlier (like when they debuted TMBTE and the new Espera masks), others may only happen on the Tour, so let's just put them all here and see what happens 😗✌️

Please reblog/put on the replies your predictions!! Whether serious or silly, please share!

Mine are:

One of the Vessels (Vessel or ivy OR Espera!!!!) singing onstage with Oli

Kangaroo/koala headbands / Aussie Explorer hat

EUCLID (more for Teeth of God but wouldn't be surprised if earlier)

The Apparition (PLEASE)

The Summoning pushups will return

Older song throwback (please please Sugar or Jaws. TNDNBTG for ToG)

Outfit change for the Vessels (only cus i think Australia is quite hot now innit? poor iv will MELT in that jacket)

NEW VESSEL JEWELLERY

This one I'm not super confident/keen on BUT new Vessel mask with Antlers (more likely on ToG but who knows)

[twist-shout-and-shells]

They're gonna do the Inquisitor as dirty in Veilguard as they did Hawke in Inquisition, huh?

[jadecantcreate]

blasts you with sona concept art

[amethystina]

Hi ˚˖𓍢ִ໋🦢˚

I hope you are doing well and feeling better ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა

I would like to ask the following questions from the Fan Fic Writer Asks that you recently relogged:

7. How many ideas for fics do you have right now?

8. What project(s) are you currently working on?

19. Give us a small teaser from one of your WIPs.

22. Do you know how your fic will end before you start writing?

25. Have you ever upset yourself with your own writing?

I apologize for being greedy 😅

May you have a happy new year ‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

Hi there! I'm exhausted and a little wonky, admittedly, but I'm hanging in there 😊

7. How many ideas for fics do you have right now?

Please don't ask me that 🤣 I have so many. Like, WIPs are one thing, but ideas? I literally can't count them because they keep slithering around at the back of my mind, steadily growing or, sometimes, fading in favour of other ideas.

But, if I'm to give a rough estimate, I'd say I have around 70 ideas percolating away right now. Not at the same time or with the same intensity, but there are a lot of them. Though, to be fair, very few of them will ever see the light of day because I can usually tell when an idea is worth writing or not and therefore try not to entertain them all. But that doesn't automatically mean that they leave me alone, you know? So I have to carry them around for however long it takes before they fade.

Which, I shit you not, can be years.

My ideas are as stubborn as I am, in other words.

8. What project(s) are you currently working on?

While I have a lot of WIPs, I would say that I'm currently working on three projects with a bit more vigour. And those are:

Who Holds the Devil - Does this even need an introduction at this point? The long-as-fuck Devil Judge fanfic that won't leave me — or anyone else — alone. I love it. But god knows when it'll be finished. I'm hoping to be able to post a new chapter in a not-too-distant future.

A New Dawn (Begins With Us) - A Black Knight fic I'm hoping to finish during 2025 because there are only four chapters left and that's, like, 40k. I can bang that out in two weeks if I am at the top of my game. Unfortunately, I'm not at the top of my game, but still. It's doable and I'm going to do it.

Will You Tell (If They Ask About Me) - A Losers oneshot that I dug up from the WIP graveyard because I really like it and I miss Cougar and Jensen. Should hopefully not be too difficult to finish.

19. Give us a small teaser from one of your WIPs.

Here's a snippet from the aforementioned Losers fic Will You Tell (If They Ask About Me). I don't know if there's an actual audience for it anymore, but I'm just really excited about it so yeah. That's what you're getting 😆

___

Jake exhaled and closed his eyes. He felt pleasantly lethargic, tired, and perhaps a little sore, but blissfully happy all the same. Lying there in Carlos's bed, listening to him breathe, was a much better end to his night than Jake had dared hope for. He was definitely going to appreciate it to the fullest.

"Let me know when you're ready to go again," Jake mumbled. "It might cost me the last couple of brain cells I have left, but I want a repeat performance."

The laugh that bubbled out of Carlos was both fond and a little startled, as if he hadn't expected to laugh but was too endeared not to. His hand wandered from Jake's shoulder, burying in his hair instead, and Jake eagerly raised his head when Carlos twisted to give him a deep, enthusiastic kiss.

"You are—"

"Insatiable?" Jake suggested, grinning against Carlos's lips.

Carlos smiled, too, his other hand rising to run reverently along Jake's jaw. Without his permission, Jake felt his heart skip a beat.

"Wonderful." It looked like Carlos meant it. "Absolutely wonderful."

22. Do you know how your fic will end before you start writing?

Nine times out of ten, yes. I don't always know the journey there or the exact details of the ending, but I always know what point I want to reach before I start. That said, I'm not against certain things changing as I go along and, more than once, I've tweaked the events of the ending because I ended up exploring something in the middle that I then had to tie into the ending.

So while I know the general idea of what I want, I keep it loose enough that I can change it as I go along. I would feel too hindered if I didn't. The one time I did try to plan it in detail to the very end was my first fanfic The Thunder Moon Chronicles because that's what I was told that I should do. But I found that around 60% of the last instalment had to be altered compared to my original plan, simply because the story had evolved in a way I couldn't predict when I first structured it.

That's not to say that I ever lost track or control of it — I am very much in control the entire time I write — but rather that new and better ideas kept popping up as I was writing it and I wasn't stupid enough to discard them just because they weren't in my original plan. Sometimes, the story just has to be allowed to evolve, otherwise it might feel stilted or stagnate (or at least that's the case for me).

25. Have you ever upset yourself with your own writing?

Oh, for sure. I've almost written myself straight into a panic attack a couple of times because I get so into it. I have a tendency to try and picture the emotions myself as I write them in order to better convey them and that can get a bit risky — especially with panic attacks. I've had them since I was fifteen so they're easy for me to trip into on accident.

I have also cried once or twice when I write because I, again, sink into the emotions a little too much. But it is, in all honesty, surprisingly rare considering how emotional some of my fics are. But that could be because I don't cry easily.

The most memorable occurrence by far, however, is Until Death Do Us Unite, especially the yet-unwritten bonus chapter. Because Jong Woo is so unstable, I become a little unstable when I write him or ponder his emotions too much. If I try to imagine how detached and unmoored he must feel when he's having his episodes, I end up feeling very unmoored myself. So I'm currently not allowed to think too much about it because it's so distressing 🤣

But if we mean upset as in "angry at my writing" or "upset it doesn't go my way" or even "I'm so upset with these characters" then no, not really. I can get annoyed if I have to do rewrites and certainly be displeased about the actions of some characters, but the writing process itself doesn't upset me.

Thank you so much for the ask! And it's okay to be greedy, don't worry 😉

Happy New Year to you too! 💜

Fanfic Writer Asks

[shortbreadly]

it’s that time again! my predictions for episode six of helluva boss! once again some of these are very obvious and some are quite far-fetched.

i’ll put a blank template under the cut for anyone who wants to make their own :)

[itspileofgoodthings]

I know I’m always talking about teaching David Copperfield but I wanna talk about teaching David Copperfield. I can’t really explain it but it’s like opening a casket full of honey and wine and sweet things to students who are very used to trash.

[clippy]

[girlivealwaysbean]

pata hai last kuch din i was very busy with my project kyunki final dena tha and binding karni thi etc to wo karwayi then i went to the bookfair bekaar tha then parso submit karne jaa rahi to subah accident hogaya (bhai ki bike skid hogayi and we fell down) and now i have a big ass blue bruise on my upper thigh and my parents don't even know lmao and kal ek science conference thi to i had to sit in an auditorium for 6 hours listening to accomplished people speak. that's what you missed now your turn

omg i knew everything in this except for the accident cause i stalk your blog vigorously everyday are you okay!!!!!!!!!! did you get tetanus shots!!!!!!!!!! also on your upper thigh oh no that's where future jiju is supposed to write MINE na as per our beloved song guilty as sin?

[an-inky-fingered-lass]

Let Me Speak: A Character Study

(A story of life, love, and hope; of sorrow, struggle, and rebuilding after loss. A story of everything a life can be, and all the ways it matters. A character study of Melinda May, and the parts of her story they didn’t tell.)

. . .

PART ONE

At the age of six years old, Melinda Qiaolian May knew two things:

One—regardless of the cheerful ribbing from her father about children and the things they would understand when they were older, she would not, at any point in her life, enjoy coffee. (This assertion stood the test of time, as it turned out, a fact Melinda maintained with righteous dignity throughout her life).

Two—she was not afraid of heights. 

There were other things she knew, of course, and things she was very much afraid of. But — there are priorities. As she grew older, Melinda liked to keep a count of all the things that didn’t scare her, and practiced leaning into the way those certainties weighed steady on her spine when shadows stretched strangely in the night. 

Continue reading on ao3.

[sysig]

Pepper scared the shit out of me by hiding in his molt-hammock for A Literal Week and I thought for sure he’d moltstalled but no he was just in there getting swole

[dent-de-leon]

Rolling on the floor contemplating many Kingsley headcannons while we’re waiting to see if he comes back. I can’t believe we might see him for the first time after he’s had 7 whole years to build a life and rediscover himself again—