#I haven’t posted THIS BEAST in awhile. love her. she’s still awful and the best ���️

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Look at her in her little outfit and not paying rent

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HIII haven’t seen me in awhile, I had to get surgery doneeeeee. But I just saw the new mitsuri heandcannons and 👌🤩 beautiful.

well 8 have a new request, can you do when mitsuri shows off her INHUMAN strength? Also just to clarify, mitsuri does not gain much s weight at all because it mostly gets turned into protein cells….?… idk I forgot but she is just insecure because of what others might think of her.

SPOILERS: so mitsuri has the strength/ if not more than I a demon from that Uni. So her strength is about more than human. For me I think still lower of an adeptis but still INCREDIBLY strong for a human. Cuz during the final battle she rips off the arm of Muzan, the demon king which I think is almost/same strength of an adeptis???… idk

Hello!!! Welcome back! I hope you're doing well after your surgery and making sure to rest! Im sorry it's taken me awhile to get to your request but I will do my best to make it worth the wait!

P.s You didn't mention which characters you wanted to I just went with the characters that were in the past one! Hope that's alright <3

─⊰⁠⊹ฺ🍂𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤⊰⁠⊹ฺ🍂

{༻~Mitsuri strengths~༺}

CW: Fluffy! Slight fighting mentioned! Reader is described as very strong! Established relationships with the characters!

Also in case you'd like to read my other demon slayer works they are all tagged in the linked post:

Here for more!

(Includes: Diluc, Lyney, Albedo, and Wanderer!)

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𑁍༄Diluc:

"Watch out they are-" Dilucs words of warning would ring in your ear for only a second before the lawlchurl dashed at you, anyone else would have screamed in terror, maybe ran, but you stood still, taking the beast by the horns the second it got close enough. The giant thing was no match for you and within seconds you'd taken it down, standing ontop of it victoriously while your boyfriend stared at you in disbelief.

"Diluc-"

"You're beyond even my wildest dreams...I love you."

𑁍༄Lyney:

"Oh my..."

Lyney was in a trance...with his heart beating heavily in his chest and his head spinning with a type of yearning only you gave him. How had he never seen you in combat...

"Lyney are you alright? Did you get hurt?"

"No...I am just going to stand here for a moment longer and try to calm myself after that...truly enticing battle."

"Enticing?"

"My love, you have got me wrapped around your finger more than you realize..."

𑁍༄Albedo:

"Incredible."

You turned to face Albedo, wondering if he'd been hit over the head when you weren't looking, but to your surprise...he had a soft blush on his cheeks and a almost dazed with love expression, "Uh...you okay?"

"Yes, my apologies I just...you're so strong. I just witnessed you taking out a rather large group of monsters with no trouble at all and I must say, it's left me feeling a bit flustered...I'm in awe of you."

𑁍༄Wanderer:

"Just let me handle it!" Wanderer jumped in front of you, prepared to take out anyone who attempted to hurt you...ready to protect you till the end.

"You don't need to."

"What the hell are you talki-"

You maneuvered around him, using your strength to best your opponents one by one, leaving none able to do anything but run away begging for mercy. It was easy for you, unnatural for a normal woman...but Wanderer seemed more pleased than unhappy with it...even a little blushed.

"You...when did you get so strong hmph...next time I'm gonna stand behind you instead."

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ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚~Have a nice day~*⁠.⁠✧

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three stars ⭐️ ⭐️ ⭐️

::In very convincing Matthew McConaughey Texan:: Alright alright alright, 3 stars, 3 fics to disclose little nuggets of info on...

1.  From Fixer Upper, Chapter 4 - Jon and Dany’s text exhange:

She was laughing even as she sent the text, knowing how touchy he was about this topic. Honestly, it was the whole reason she sent it.

Dany: I can’t believe we’ve been fake dating this long and you haven’t sent me a single dick pic 😖

The text bubble appeared for so long she was a little worried, but then his novel-length answer appeared. She was two lines in before she was laughing so hard she was crying and her vision blurred beyond her ability to continue reading at all.

Jon: How ABSOLUTELY DARE YOU?! Apparently I need to explain this AGAIN? If the Westerosi Security Agency is going to see my dick they can come here and do it in person like men. I’m not just gonna offer it up on a silver platter for them. Also need I remind you I am a small business owner, madam? This store is my kingdom and you ask me to besmirch it’s good name so you can see my cock at 2 pm on a Thursday? I’m disappointed in you Daenerys, I really am.

It should probably come as no surprise, given the ‘Buttslut’ text I shared awhile back, that a lot of the dialogue I write (including text messages) comes from the way my husband and I talk to each other, and in this case I based Jon’s reluctance to free the Peen digitally off my own husband’s unbreakable stance that sending dick pics means your dick is then somewhere in the cloud and idk I guess he thinks the Governtment is just chilling and collecting nudes all day.  Anyway, I really did ask him once when we were dating why he had never sent me a dick pic and he said something along the lines of Jon’s response here, and even now, years later, it still makes me laugh, so I used it :)

2.  A Thin Line (Just some thoughts on this fic in general, that I’m not sure I’ve shared):

I was SURE, ABSOLUTELY CERTAIN that a lot of people would hate this fic.  Like, I was over the top about ‘Hey this is crack’, etc, because as much fun as I had making them just awful people to each other, I was like ‘ugh there’s gonna be some stans in both camps that maybe get pissed about this’, but I figured fuck it, let’s do it.  The thing about them in this fic that I really, really enjoyed writing was that they are completely and totally unapologetic about themselves, and letting myself just really let them be the worst versions of themselves, I don’t know, guys.  It felt good.  So good that I was like ‘hmmmm, maybe keep it in the drafts.’

Because that’s the thing I like best about them and this fic - it’s not a redemption story about two tortured souls who find each other and then learn the error of their ways.  It’s more like two villains meet at villain convention and will they birth the antichrist?  Who knows, really, but probably, yes.  Definitely.

Anyway, I really dug that so many people enjoyed their unspeakably assholish tendencies and please know I haven’t abandoned my part 3, in which Dany gets to snob it up in the North and you know, so more light bondage, maybe some matching prenups, I don’t want to give it all away.

3.  From Fang and Claw, Chapter 1:

“When you say fucking,” Drogon drawled, “what exactly do you mean, snack?”  The three were all gathered near the stone walls of the Keep, guards watching anxiously as the three creatures of legend circled and paced.

“Stop calling him that.”  Rhaegal leaned in, nipping at Drogon’s swishing black tail.  “He has a name.”

Drogon rolled his eyes, looking at his brother incredulously.  “I’ll call him whatever I like.  What’s he going to do?  Howl me to death?”

Rhaegal glared, inching closer to Ghost.  “He’s magic, like us, and he’s Jon’s, so you’d better behave.”  The green dragon growled.  “You know what mother said.”

The black dragon gave a dismissive snort, his eyes searching the windows of the Keep instead of Rhaegal or Ghost.  “Be nice.  Yes, I heard her.  This is me.  Being nice.  Not eating this talking little snack.”  His eyes shot to the wolf’s.  “Rather nice of me, isn’t it,” teeth gnashed together, grinding as Drogon uttered grudgingly, “Ghost.”

The white wolf ignored the black dragon, his eyes also falling to the windows.  “You want to know what fucking is or don’t you?”

“I want to know what it is you mean when you say Jon is fucking my mother, yes.”  Drogon sounded angry, offended even, and Ghost was surprised two mighty creatures could be so absolutely innocent to the ways of the world.  Why, he’d been fucking for years now.  Surely there were girl dragons flying about somewhere, though the lack of fucking certainly explained the black dragon’s horrible attitude.

“I feel itchy.”  Rhaegal was shifting restlessly beside him.

Ghost gave a wolfish grin.  “You’re bonded to Jon now.”  Rhaegal nodded though it was not a question.  “That’s what it feels like when Jon’s fucking your mother.”  The wolf’s mouth fell open, and he panted in Drogon’s direction.  “Like an itch you need to scratch.”

His red eyes fell to the windows till he found the one he wanted, and he whispered for the duo to follow as closely as they could as they slid along side the ancient stone, ‘til they were just under the window to Jon’s chambers.

“Hear that?”  He certainly could, and by the look of confusion on the dragons’ faces they could as well.  The Silver Dany let out a throaty yell then, followed by Jon’s name, the sounds and smells of mating flowing from the open window and out into the night.

“Is he hurting her?”  Drogon was rumbling and thrashing his tail about, rage building in those mad eyes.

But Rhaegal responded before Ghost could answer.  “No.”  He drew the word out, his head rising until he could look into the room for himself, then shooting back down to stare at Ghost.  “Why are they doing that?”

Drogon mirrored his brother’s actions, even angrier but endlessly puzzled when he lowered his head as well, clearly befuddled by what he’d seen.  “Explain this!”

Ghost gave a shrug, padding off a few paces, ready to give his brother a spot of privacy with his mate, heading for the clearing along the tree line where he could scent some rabbits running.  “It’s what they do.”  The pair was scrambling after him, landbound, awkwardly lumbering after the sleek wolf.  “Humans.”  Both dragons remained clueless, and Ghost snagged a hare and crunched down heavily, warm blood streaking his fur, downing the small prey in a few bites before continuing.  “When they want to make a pup.”

Drogon shuddered as he watched Ghost eat.  “You’re a fucking savage.”  He grumbled and groused, claws swiping out to catch an elk, idly shooting out gouts of flame to cook the meat before he began to tear it apart.  “You don’t even cook your food, little snack.”

Rhaegal ignored it all, focused only on this new knowledge.  “But our mother is a dragon.”  His eyes lit up, suddenly, turning to his brother in excitement.  “It’s how they make eggs!”

Ghost gave a snicker.  “Humans don’t lay eggs.”  He looked at the pair with amused eyes.  “You lot come from eggs?”

Rhaegal gave a nod, but Drogon preened, proud as he broke his meal’s rib cage between his jaws.  “You should be so lucky.  We certainly do.  Beautiful eggs people pay large sums of gold for.”

Ghost crouched, his attention on the deer he could now sense beyond the tree line.  “Like a chicken then.”  He leapt as the black dragon roared in outrage, his jaws sinking into the deer’s neck, and he pulled the twitching body out of the treeline to drop it in a heap before Rhaegal.

“NOT LIKE A CHICKEN!”

Rhaegal looked at Ghost pleadingly before he cooked the deer his host had provided, his eyes begging the wolf to stop baiting his brother, and Ghost grumpily complied.

“Alright, not like a chicken.  Point is, humans have pups that look like them, and they don’t come from eggs.”  He sat on his haunches, watching the pair as they ate.

“So,” Rhaegal snapped into a femur, “you meant to say that’s what Jon’s doing.  Trying to put a small human in our mother.”

The wolf couldn’t stop the snicker of amusement.  “Oh, no he’s already done that.”  He looked at the pair wonderingly.  What sort of beast were they, that they couldn’t smell the pup in their mother?  “Now he’s just fucking her because it feels good.”

There is nothing funnier to me than the idea that (1) Ghost would ever try ot explain to anyone what sex is and (2) that the dragons wouldn’t know and would be VERY offended and it took a little bit for me to write this scene way way back ago when we all thought that Season 8 would not be a massive shitstain in history because I kept laughing so hard picturing this shit.

This story is probaby one of my favorites, just because it’s silly and every magical creature is TIRED TIRED I SAY of everyone dicking around and just the notion that they’re all like ‘THESE HUMANS ARE SO DUMB UGH DO WE HAVE TO DO EVERYTHING?!”  It just really tickled me, and I might never have written it had the amazing @aweseeds not requested it after her winning bid for the Jonerys Unites charity event.  So, everyone say thank you to aweseeds lol, this might’ve just stayed in my head and silly tumblr posts without that fine investment in fandom content.

Thank you lovely @frostbitepandaaaaa for the ask!  I LOVE YOU BITCH, I AIN’T NEVER GONNA STOP LOVIN’ YOU BITCH!

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OKAY SO QUICK HEADCANONS-

I did some research about Chinese weddings when I was bored (because I'm chinese but I don't know cHINESE CULTURE-) And at Chinese weddings, they have a game called the door game where the groom has to prove he is worthy of the bride by doing all these challenges, and his best friends will stick by his side and complete the challenges with him, and of course, me being me, I just instantly thought MARINEEEEEEEEEEEETTE and so I birthed this headcanon. In the door game, the bridesmaids typically make the challenges, while the groomsmen help the groom. I'm sorry if the DC characters were out of character, I haven't seen DC in awhile but I remember DC bringing me so much joy when I was younger.

Side Note : This happens years later, they're all adults in this one. Thank you @ozmav for birthing this AU, I've been swallowed whole.

· The bridesmaids formed a wall around Marinette, and smirked at the line of groomsmen that Damian had chosen.

· Damian and his brothers are an obvious must have on this list. The way Damian sees it, if he suffers, his brothers should become victims to the torture as well.

· Jon, beast boy, cyborg, you name it. They're suffering too.

· Each of them had to pay a fine to join in the challenges, (In red envelopes, not to much obviously but it's a tradition.)

· And dear lord was it scary.

· When the bridesmaids stepped out, Kagami had a smile on her face as she and the other girls filed out.

· That was when they knew it was going to be a scary ride.

· Damian thought that he had to have been the unluckiest man alive.

· Kagami was the one to announce the first challenge...

· She along with her mother had prepared several drinks for them all to taste. Each of them had to taste each drink and try to guess what it was. If they guessed wrong, they had to take another shot. If they guessed right, they moved onto the next drink.

· Lovely fine beverages included Apple Cider Vinegars, Bitter herbs, Red Chilli, and ended with each of them having to keep a large piece of ice in their mouth for as long as possible.

· The person who spits out the ice cube, accidently chews / swallows it, or gives up, gets to play a LOVELY role in the next challenge.

· As Kagami explains this Dick and Damian are already arguing, completely ignoring her instructions.

· Except the ice is still in their mouths.

· "HESHYUSUGICKHEAD!"

· "IAKETHAASUHCAHPLEEMEH!"

· "FEKYUBIRBAIN!"

· Eventually Damian has enough and he bites into the ice cube to continue yelling at Dick.

· Except he's on the ground covering his mouth while he laughs so the ice doesn't fall out.

· All Kagami does is pause, before breaking into one of those Disney villain laughs.

· The next challenge is done by Alya, (in this AU she didn't fall as easily into Lila's lies and 👏stood👏up👏for👏her👏friend👏)

· Alya has a mischevious gleam in her eyes as she explains the next challenge :

· The groomsmen and the groom will have 20 minutes to create a cheer routine that MUST include a pyramid...

· Everyone immediately starting crowding around Damian saying that he would be on top, because he's one of the lightest there and for the love of god Tim was not allowed to be on top, much to his displeasure.

· And Kagami was like, "Yeah lemme stop you right there-"

· As his punishment for biting the ice, Damian was on the bottom.

· The cheer routine ended with Tim and Dick fighting for the spotlight.

· The pyramid didn't last long.

· Why? Because Jon was also in the bottom row and he fucking sneezed.

· Eventually Dick and Tim were climbing on top of the collapsed pile, trying to push eachother off.

· Kagami and Chloe ran over to pull them off eachother while Alya recorded everything on her phone. Marinette was wheezing.

· Chloe had a TON of fun for the 3rd challenge.

· It's not uncommon for the men to have to wax their legs, as it's supposed to make the men understand what the women went through when waxing their legs.

· Chloe was thrilled.

· Damian was not.

· During that challenge a lot of...colorful language was thrown about.

· Bruce was not impressed.

· They swore they would never speak of this again.

· Of course, Alya always had her trusty camera on her, at ALL times, but they didn't need to know that-

· The next challenge was done by Juleka and Rose...

· They took photos of each bridesmaid and the bride herself and cut out each features, (A close up of the nose, eyes, hair, lips, etc.)

· The groom went in solo for this challenge.

· Immediately Damian spotted the difference and swiftly picked out all the photos of his fiancee in less then 2 minutes. No mistakes.

· Cue the crowd clapping and Marinette turning extremely red and burying her hands in her face.

· Feel free to add more challenges yourself, it's totally up to you.

· The final challenge was prepared by all of the bridesmaids...

· Marinette stood in the corner of the room, and at each corner, there was a mini crowd blocking their view. A tie was tied around her neck and a small piece of yarn was tied around that string.

· There were about 5 other pieces of yarn in the room, each blocked by a mini crowd. These yarns lead to much less...pleasant surprises.

· Damian had 3 tries to find his bride and complete the challenge.

· Damian's saw Marinette's mother waiting at the end where the red string was, and rushed over there. When the crowd split to make room for him to walk through...

· Damian just saw a post it note stuck to Jason's head saying, "Carry me."

· Damian tried to run but to not avail. The crowd closed in.

· Cue Jason getting a piggy back ride.

· Damian was not to kean on picking the next one as quickly as before. He glanced around for any clues, but noticed his father and Tom Dupain-Cheng next to the green string.

· And was met with a scooter, (the kind that they give out during gym class that is just a square board with wheels, sometimes with handles.) On the scooter, it said, "Hop on!"

· The crowd was laughing as Damian struggled to fit himself and Jason on the same tiny scooter while still moving.

· "MOVE YOUR LEFT FOOT AND PUSH- MY LEFT IDIOT"

· "OH WELL I'M SORRY YOU DEMON SPAWN OF SATAN JEEZ Here let me just-"

· "WE'RE GOING BACKWARDS YOU-"

· Eventually, they reached the center of the room again.

· Finally, Damian took notice a small, tiny flower tied onto a pink string of yarn, all the way near the back.

· Slowly...and painfully...Damian and Jason made their way over to the back and followed the string.

· When the crowd finally split, Damian was left in awe.

· Marinette stood there in a white gown with pink flowers decorating her dress, with her hair tied in without a doubt done by Chloe and Juleka. She smiled a brightly up at him and approached him.

· Damian had an entire speech planned out, but all the words he could get out were, "I love you."

· The crowd started hooting and hollering, as they kissed. Despite everything, Damian felt like the luckiest man alive.

I wasn't sure if anyone wanted to be tagged in anything other than A Second Chance, so I don't have a tag list, but comment if you want to be tagged in future Maribat stuff, both fic or not fic related.

Maribat Chinese Wedding Traditions

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(Note: If you think you've seen this before, then your right. The original post had problems that made it hard to view or search for some reason, so I've decided to reupload it to help make it easier to find.) This is the sequel to my Evil AU that was heavily inspired by the Undertale AU called Underfell. If you would like a link to the previous drawing I did with the Amusement Club then here it is, https://toonuniverse358.tumblr.com/post/170119362935/yuru-yuri-evil-style-this-is-an-evil-au-that. Anyways, if you don’t know about this AU then let me tell you about it. Everyone in this world is evil, violent, sadistic, rude, a potty mouth, and just a straight up jerk. With the exception of a few people. The world itself is gothic, scary, and really edgy. It’s kill or be killed in this world, and violence and strength is the main focus of this AU’s culture. And everybody lives by these rule. Okay, enough of me retelling the first part of the first one, time to go to the new stuff. Time to tell you how the Student Council is like in this world: Evil Ayano: Evil Ayano is no where near the bashful tsundere sweetheart that Classic Ayano is. She’s a tsundere like Classic Ayano, but she’s also a serious killer, curses a lot, and beats up Chitose a bunch. She tends to see Chitose as a lesser person for being so nice to people, so she often hits Chitose for doing so. And she makes sure to hit hard enough to leave a mark that last for awhile. But she does show gratitude by saying “Thank You” when Chitose brings her tea or something to eat. She’s still really tsundere towards Kyoko and tries even harder to hide her feelings. Cause this world tends to treat emotions and feelings as a sign of weakness. So she shows no love for people to keep herself from looking soft. She still barges into the Amusement Club room to bark and yell stuff she knows Kyoko doesn’t care about. But she also forces her to spar with her and even ask Nana if Kyoko can go on missions with her to up the ante. All so she can spend some sort of time with Kyoko, even if Kyoko would rather not be there. She treats Sakurako rather well since she is Ayano’s bravest soldier and is the fastest student in the entire school. She doesn’t pay that much attention to Himawari, she even does her best to ignore that she even exist. To her, Himawari is weak and she has no time for the weak. Ayano is the most dangerous student in the school (along with Kyoko and Rise) and shows no mercy to any of her enemies. Evil Chitose: Evil Chitose is rather jumbled with her mentality unlike Classic Chitose. She’s usually nice even to those who are jerks to her. But when someone wants to kill her sister or her friends that can’t defend themselves, then she changes into a whole new beast all together. With skills she learned from Chizuru and watching her more deadly companions spar, she knows a multitude of attacks and techniques. Though this berserk personality of hers only appears when she’s trying to protect someone. Which is why this doesn’t happen when she’s in the presence of Kyoko, Ayano, Sakurako, Nana, Rise, or the other teachers. She’s way too scared of them to ever think of taking them on one on one. She hates killing things more than anyone can imagine, it makes her feel awful just thinking about it. But, she knows she has to in order to survive in this world. Chitose tries to keep a leveled head but it’s all for not. She’s not in the best psychological state, in fact she can classifies as insane to most people. Being in this world with such cruel people tends to take a toll on most people’s mental health. Chitose is one of those people. She knows this and is trying her best to not succumb to her insanity. All she can do though is hope that things get better before it’s too late. Evil Sakurako: Evil Sakurako is very similar to Evil Kyoko like how Classic Sakurako is similar Classic Kyoko. Mean, sadistic, violent, and abusive towards people. But it was her sister Nadeshiko who made her into what she is today instead of Nana. Nadeshiko put Sakurako through brutal training in order to make her a fearsome warrior that doesn’t back down from anything, except Nadeshiko herself of course. While she doesn’t respect Nadeshiko, argues with her, and often makes jabs about how much of a big jerk she is but would never willingly have a real fight with her. She bullies Hanako and often calls her a runt. Sakurako does this so Hanako will learn to fear her just like Nadeshiko did to her before. And it worked, despite Hanako being a sinister hot head she’s still a little afraid of Sakurako. The Oomuro sisters all love to treat the Furutani sisters terribly. Hanako and Nadeshiko like to taunt Kaede to point of tears and Sakurako loves to torment Himawari. Sakurako takes joy in making Himawari’s life a miserable hell. Her anger grows from seeing how big Himawari’s boobs are, piling on the anger she already feels for Nadeshiko. So she forces Himawari to be her servant and to call her master. Sakurako often hits, chokes, cuts, and injures Himawari for any mistakes she makes. She doesn’t care that much for Kaede, she even forgets Kaede exist sometimes and is sometimes confused or surprised that she’s there. She’s loyal to Ayano and loves talking to Kyoko. The 2 often laugh about how they abuse their friends and take tips on fighting and torture from one another. Sakurako is another person that loves to make this world harder to live for the weaker inhabitants that haven’t died yet. Evil Himawari: Evil Himawari is much more docile and much harder to anger than Classic Himawari. She has been made into a submissive servant of Sakurako’s due to her constant mistreatment from the girl. She calls Sakurako master because she’s afraid that if she calls Sakurako by her own name then she’ll harm her worse than she ever had before. Himawari does her best to keep Kaede away from Nadeshiko and Hanako. She tells her to stay home and to spend time with Mari instead of Hanako. But the two Oomuro sisters insist that Kaede come, or at least force. The only time Himawari shows any sort of violence is when someone (not the Oomuro’s) harms Kaede or when Sakurako tells her to attack. She learned skills the same way Chitose did. Chitose, Yui, and Akari even teach her methods on how to protect Kaede without killing the attacker since Himawari doesn’t like taking a life. Unlike Classic Himawari she actually really comfortable with her curvy body, but acts like she doesn’t because she’s afraid Sakurako (and everyone else) will make fun of her and her weight. Himawari knows that this world is cruel with no redemption, and she vows to change that in anyway she can. Even if it means risking her own life for that wish. So that’s my take on the Student Council in Evil Yuru Yuri. Also, I’m thinking of renaming it to Yuru Fell since it takes heavy inspiration from Underfell, what do you think? If you have any questions about the designs of the characters then tell me in the comment section or in the chats. Anyways, thanks for taking a look and tell me what you think. I hope you all enjoyed and I’ll see you next time!

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2018 Writing Wrap-Up

And again we get to the part of the New Year where I post a bunch of stuff about writing that’s more for me than anyone else.

I didn’t get around to sharing anything during 2018, not because I didn’t like anything that I wrote. Mostly because I think I’d want to start a new blog for writing-related things - this blog is enough of a mess already without adding my writing into the mix - and I just didn’t have the motivation to set it up.

With that, let’s get into it!

Total for 2018: 171,410 

Firstly, may I just say that that word count is completely insane. I included a journal that I wrote about my life this year, which I normally don’t do (but this one was written discussing everything going on in my chaotic life looking back on awhile when I didn’t journal, so it’s more narrative than most of my journal writing), which definitely helped boost the number of words. Still, this is over twice what I wrote in 2017! I write more than I think I do, because I’ve been feeling like I haven’t used writing enough as an outlet. I think 2018 has proved that sometimes I don’t realize how much I actually write.

The focus this year remained mostly on short stories. There was a lot of writing based around silly concepts that start out completely ridiculous and then take a dark turn at the end, casting the main character in a different light. I’m trying to be more versatile with my characters, making them more shades of gray than black and white. One other thing I noticed is that I really like writing multiple short stories based around the same characters/world. I love tying things together, or leaving endings open for potential sequels, even in short stories. 

While I really do like a lot of what I wrote during 2018, and it’s hard to pick out highlights without including too much, I did notice looking back that my 1st person POV tends to sort of be cookie cutter. The characters may differ, but they use the same kind of language and thought processes as each other. I’m guessing this is because I don’t write loads in 1st person POV, so that may be a goal for 2019.

The longest thing I wrote this year was a WIP novel, Creature of Scandal, which I wrote during NaNo and hit 50,000 words on.

Okay, with that, I’m going to get into the highlights:

‘He shot me a panicked look, but what could I do? Did he want me to tell a priest that sitting the two of them at the same table was a bad idea because this grown man and his grown ex were acting like middle schoolers dealing with drama for the first time in their lives? I almost wish I had...’ ((Supposedly) Good Catholic Kids)

‘Mass that morning had gone nicely up until communion, when a girl named (Censored) decided to prove that I can’t get a day’s rest, even on the Sabbath.’ ((Supposedly Good Catholic Kids)

‘I’m stuck on a pendulum called Grief Swinging between agony and emptiness. When I feel anything, I feel everything. But otherwise, I feel nothing. Nothing is heavier than I thought it would be.’ (From an untitled poem I wrote after my childhood dog, Cinnamon, was put down)

‘Charlotte Wilson wanted more out of life than to be playing gigs at college bars. Her music deserved to be reaching the ears of the forlorn across the country, not just the drunk students swaying off the beat. As the last chord of her song died out, a cheer rose up from the small crowd. Charlotte didn’t feel much better. These kids looked for any excuse to cheer when they were this plastered.’ (Creature of Scandal)

‘It had been thirteen years since the last time Charlotte had met with her mother. She’d been seventeen, preparing to graduate from high school, when she’d got the summons. Invitations from Marie Green never felt optional.’ (Creature of Scandal)

‘“How do you know I rejected her?” Joon asks defensively. With another laugh, Seok sends Joon a knowing look. “Seriously? You haven’t gone on a single date for as long as I’ve known you. You’ve been working here for how long now? For years? You never make trouble. You’re never late. You’re the least troublesome employee Haneul’s ever had.” Joon narrows his eyes. “You work for Haneul, too.” Seok grins, “And I’m sure the old man regrets it every now and again. But come on, you aren’t exactly a wild guy.”’ (Flowers and Tattoos)

‘Soo Yun is furious. She is furious at the prophecy and at the prophet and at her fellow countrymen. Her family has suffered ridicule at the hands of their neighbors for decades. She has grown up in poverty, begging and stealing to survive under the judging eyes of the townsfolk. And now, the prophet has the audacity to name her the savior of their nation. To rest the burden of ending the reign of the emperor on her shoulders. To force her to serve those who refused even to look her in the eye. Soo Yun is furious, and she will have none of this.’ (Forsaking the Stars)

‘“We could keep him in the store, and he could help guard the door!” Natalie suggested, eyes wide as she beamed at the dragon as though it were a puppy. “Guard us from what?” I demanded. “The only thief I’ve had since I took over this store is him.”  “I’m calling him Midas,” Natalie announced. And I knew it was hopeless.’ (Swindler of Fortune)

‘Ned had never been to this part of the country before, but he’d heard stories of the Bodmin Moor - stories of ghosts and beasts and tales of King Arthur’s rule. He’d always chucked it up to superstition and myths, but staring out at the dreary landscape through the rain-streaked glass, he could almost believe that something supernatural lay out among the granite jutting up from the ground.’ (Untitled short story)

‘“You must be desperate to seek me out,” Aubrey told him. It wasn’t a question, so Ned didn’t give an answer. Aubrey continued. “The people of St. Ives have deemed me to be mad. Tell me, Ned Abbott, do I seem mad to you?” Had anyone asked Ned that question upon first seeing the sailor, he’d have answered, without hesitation, that, yes, the man appeared in all senses to be completely mad. But sitting in front of him, there were several words Ned might use to describe Aubrey Skewes. Intimidating. Intense. Powerful. But mad was not one of them.’ (Untitled short story)

‘The sight was a startling one. A demon in a Best Buy break room? That’s just about the last place a demon should be. I might’ve been paralyzed with fright had I not started to associate that awful screechy sound with the middle-aged woman I’d had to deal with the day before, who was convinced we should replace a laptop a year and a half past its warranty.’ (The Customer from Hell)

‘I was left with a husk of a demon at my feet, and ten minutes still left on my break.’ (The Customer from Hell)

‘Inside, the barracks were a minefield for Cristoval to navigate, each interaction with other officers a potential detonation. There was also a frenzy of activity, the kind of chaos that could only come from men finally released from the strictly controlled environments they worked in for a day that would be fully their own.’ (How Far Can You Carry This?)

‘Enoch slowly begins to fill out the form, making sure to grumble audibly under his breath. Had he realized the afterlife would involve such an incompetent bureaucracy, he’d never have bothered dying in the first place.’ (The First Haunt)

‘The sounds of celebration, the shouts and laughter and music, clashed with the steady pounding of Rin’s heart, her breath that came in gasps, the blood-curdling scream her lungs were begging her to unleash. The smiling faces of strangers seemed to taunt her, their casual enjoyment a slap in the face to Rin’s horror. Her attempts to reach the front of the crowd became an obsession, ducking around people became shoving them aside in her desperation. As she pulled to the front, Rin doubled over the bar separating the masses from the performers.’ (The Sensation of Falling in a Dream)

‘Fear was different now...[It] wasn’t intense. It didn’t paralyze her, or set her mind spinning. It held a silent presence, like an examiner during a test. It manifested in paranoia, in a deeply instilled distrust. It didn’t make her eyes tear up, it made them shift. It didn’t make her run, it made her hand hover near the holster on her thigh as she took careful strides.’ (The Sensation of Falling in a Dream)

‘Clara, who had been trying to take a drink, nearly spat out her coffee. Managing to choke it down, she burst into a laugh. “Let me off easy? I just asked where you got your degree from, you didn’t have to deliberately dress up your henchmen in my least-favorite color! If you don’t have a doctorate, you have no excuse to title yourself Doctor Revenge.”’ (Out to Lunch)

‘“You’re unbelievable,” Clara laughed. “Until next week, then, Mr. Revenge.” “See you next week, you second-rate mastermind.” Clara threw her head back and laughed as she walked away from the café.’ (Out to Lunch)

‘With a tug on the back door, I discovered our mystery house-guest. Ms. Schofield from down the street still had her hand up to continue knocking. When she saw me, she threw open the screen door and moved past me into the house. Most people in my small town are close, but few are close enough to barge into our house without so much as a ‘hello,’ and certainly none of those on the list would be the seventh grade science teacher, Ms. Schofield.’ (The Caffeine Prohibition)

‘“Where’d you look?” my dad yelled from the kitchen over the sounds of something sizzling in the frying pan. “Mostly local corporations,” I responded, closing the lid of my laptop and leaning forward onto the breakfast bar. “But if I don’t get any calls back, I can always update my resume and apply elsewhere.” “Update your resume?” my mother frowned. “You know, I’m sure I’ll get plenty of job experience as a drug dealer,” I joked. My mom rolled her eyes while my dad chuckled from the stove.’ (The Caffeine Prohibition)

‘“It’s my sister!” he shouted, pounding a fist against the arm rest. “She’s never accepting of my career path. Constantly nagging me about when I’m going to settle down. Always trying to set me up with her single friends. I’ve had enough!” With that, the evil Doctor Revenge the public saw as a raging madman – the one responsible for the chaos of the Christmas Tree Lighting Fiasco of 2014 – was reduced to Mr. Henry Weldt, a brother fed up with his sister.’ (The Desk of Dr. Isselhardt)

‘Only then did Mr. Weldt look up and make eye contact with me. He gave me a dark look, the one he’d perfected to terrify people. But he wasn’t in costume now. We were in my office, where the only superhuman was the woman jotting down notes and talking with clients.’ (The Desk of Dr. Isselhardt)

‘A few minutes passed, and a knock sounded on the cockpit door. Deidre removed the strap holding her to her seat, and she crossed the room to open it. Atticus stood on shaky legs. “Excellent work!” he applauded. “I wish I could’ve been of more help, but I know about as much about these flashy ships as I do about the Buvocury System. But I see that the two of you handled it fine.” ---------------- “You can fly this thing?” Deidre shouted over the sound of the gunfire. She adjusted her scope and aimed for the bunker. “I thought you said you knew as much about flying as you did about the Buvocury system!” Amara added from the copilot seat. Atticus nodded. “I do! I spent twenty years in the Buvocury System working on ships like these!” Silence fell over the intercom. When Deidre managed to speak again, she demanded, “Why haven’t you told us this?” Atticus grinned wildly. “There’s a lot about me you don’t know!”’ (Untitled short story)

‘There was a pause, then Marlow forced herself to turn and start up the stairs. Over the railing, she watched as Rin returned to the street, never quite able to fit into the crowds. She smiled ruefully. They were not friends. But she still felt bound to Rin somehow. Allies. Teammates. None of the words felt quite right. Not quite friends, but something different. Trying to find the word, Marlow took her key from her pocket and made her way into her apartment.’ (Christmas in Aubergneux)

|Blood TW| “Have you been using my scissors?” I ask, keeping my gaze away from the blood staining his carpet, his shirt, and his hands. But it’s tough. There’s even a little spatter of it in his hair. Geoff’s face lights up in recognition. “Oh, yeah dude! I was just cutting out paper snowflakes earlier. They’re right over on my desk.” He starts to move back into his room, but I clear my throat. His hands are caked in blood. Geoff only now seems to notice this and nods at me as he wraps a towel around his hand to pick up the scissors. “Thanks for letting me borrow them, man.” “Sure thing, Zodiac,” I say, and Geoff shuts the door to his room again. (My Serial Killer Housemate)

|Death TW| Back at the house, I decide to confront Geoff about it. “So Mr. Cortland has died under mysterious circumstances, apparently.” Geoff doesn’t even look up from the recipe card he’s on. “Wasn’t me.” “You always say that, and I never believe you.” I set the bags of groceries on the counter and begin to put away some of the food in the fridge and freezer. Geoff shuts the box of recipes with a click. “Look, he’s a rich guy who treats him employees horribly. You’ve got to make a lot of enemies in that field.” “I wasn’t aware the toaster oven industry was so cut-throat,” I remark drily, and immediately regret my choice of words. (My Serial Killer Housemate)

A week after the dinner party, I am lounging on my couch, watching Netflix, when I hear the front door open. Being pretty sure that Geoff is in his room, I roll myself off the couch and crouch beside it, glancing around the side to see who it is breaking into my house. Despite Geoff’s best efforts in tracking down the copycat, he’s had little luck so far. Meaning I’m still at risk. As it turns out, Geoff left earlier to pick up some groceries. He spots me on the ground and squints for a minute, trying to piece together what I’m doing. I try to play it off as relaxing on the floor. I don’t want to let him know how much the idea of being the target of a serial killer is getting to me. “Did you get more bread?” I ask casually. “Yeah, they had a deal on split-top wheat,” he answers, still frowning at me. (My Serial Killer Roommate)

[charliecomic]

De-stress

Changed my work shift to even earlier in the day to see if that reduces stress. With the old shift, I was in traffic for about an hour in the morning, and between 1.5-2 hours in the afternoon. 

I would often feel like a cranky toddler once I hit the 2 hour mark. Sometimes I would literally have to scream. It’s nice to be in one of those positions now that says come in whenever works for you! As long as you get your work done, you can choose which ‘shift’ works best for you. Let’s see how this goes.

Traffic is a lot of stress, I drive so far and you have to stay vigilant and aggressive so you don’t get run over or pushed around by other cars and trucks on the highways. 

Also slightly freaking because I know phones are only supposed to be kept for 2 years but I kept mine for 5 because I dont like change and I take good care of my shit....until it finally limped on its last legs. 

I just want my voicemails off of it. I saved voicemails from my granny, whose voice I will never be able to hear again. She left me two very funny voicemails.

One was calling and trying to get me to tell her a funny story. I was known as the story grandchild. I told stories to her so good her teeth would fall out. She would even tell the nurse that usually came by with the good pain meds to come back in an hour so she could finish the story with me. That was big for her because by the end she was like Smeagol from Lord of the Rings with those dang pain meds. But hey, arthritis sucks soo....

The second was just gut busting. She found out me, in my early twenties went out into a local park at 6am and ran into a herd of deer with my dog who was then a 7 month old knuckleheaded hound pup. I was in awe of the herd as they couldn’t smell us coming, or hear us over the noise of their own feet. I have never been so close. Anyway, somebody tattled on me probably meaning to share the glory of such a moment as a beautiful thing but my granny don’t like animals and she took it the wroonnnng way. 

So I had two glorious minutes of her southern twang berating me and telling me that God’s Angels were around me and that damn dog and I was lucky I didn’t get clocked in the head by those rabid beasts!!!

Because deer are like bears apparently. 

I can’t handle it, and I won’t handle it very well if Apple Genius Bar cannot give me my voicemails back. Because I didn’t know there was more stuff of her I could lose, other than her physical presence.

I know it will hurt. But the hope is it won’t hurt too much. But then I think of how wonderful she was, and doesn’t she have a right to hurt me that much? Because she was so wonderful? Still not fair, but prepping myself, and Genius Bar better prep themselves too...#helloinvoluntarytearsihateyou

Also Charlie is five, and I bought him a tennis ball cake because I’m that dog lady who doesn’t have any kids and loves kids birthday parties so must subsitute her dog until she has kids. So as soon as I figure out my fate, I will post those pics because he was too cute. 

Also the vet is now calling him middle aged. That makes him older than me. So now I must look upon him and see that he has surpassed me in wisdom and experienced. Stuffed all that learning in a shorter time period than me. We always wonder about immortality don’t we? Well here I am, staring at him and wondering if he notices that I have not aged?

Isn’t it strange?

I have not aged. Not like he has, does he notice?

Does he wonder?

Isn’t it strange to be able to observe his whole lifetime? To be able to observe his whole lifespan at least 3 if not 4 times?

All I can tell myself is to enjoy it. Laugh. Hold him. Love. Every moment beautiful. Even when he pukes all over my floor. Because one day he won’t do it anymore. 

But isn’t it strange? 5 years. It has been awhile hasn’t it? I have surely grown a bit, haven’t I? But in his eyes.....And when he is ten and he notices that I can still run, that I can run without him, what will he think? I can’t say this time has been short because I have felt every year. But when you are told ‘middle aged’ given a time period on which to now compare everything, how can the next 5 not feel too fast?

I wish she had never said it. I wish I had just had the discovery on my own. Just an,

Oh. I must slow. 

and none of this nagging worry, none of these pressing thoughts. Bah, I must be in a mood.