#I need to get back to writing regularly

[apparentlynotreallyfinnish]

The lake is on fire. It glows with colors that shift from deep orange to golden. The water is near calm, shifting in small waves that only enhance the glint and glitter of the reflected sunset.

Rhett steps onto the porch. His eyes struggle to adjust to the rage of lights as he comes out of the darkness of their cabin. Half-blinded he thrusts his arm out, offering the cold bottle of water to Link who he knows is sitting on his usual seat. Familiar fingers wrap around his and accept the drink. Topo Chico, of course.

"It's pretty tonight," Link says. He says it every night and every night Rhett sits next to him, grunting as his old joints creak, and agrees.

Link's drink snaps open and fizzes. Rhett gets back his vision just in time to watch Link's Adam's apple to bob as he swallow deep. Warmth diffuses Rhett's core. He smiles.

"Beautiful." Rhett's voice is low, teasing. Link huffs in mock-annoyance. He slaps Rhett's knee.

"Shut it," he orders half-heartedly, a small smile giving him away. Rhett rests his hand on top of Link's.

"Not 'til the day I die," he says, resolute. Link harumphs. Their fingers tangle together. The sun keeps setting. The old cabin creaks as the temperature drops and the wood settles for a cold night. But they won't be cold. Not when they have each other.

[hadesknockedupintheunderworld]

The fans: Ugh Sonic was just so preachy. I mean obviously he's supposed to be the good guy, so any uncomfortableness I feel here and any way I feel like Sonic's choices are framed as being why some other people have shitty lives is just bad writing because he is obviously supposed to be right always, but this characterization makes no sense. Isn't he right for the things he did?

Ian Flynn, using Kitsunami to say the (barely even at this point) quiet part even louder: Hey it's almost like ever since the Mr. Tinker event we've been purposely running with the critique of Sonic as being more selfish than he appears. Sonic is upholding a system of Eggman v Sonic that currently benefits him and shuts down talk of how to improve the current system because he likes his own personal enjoyment and he's attached enough to Eggman that he'd rather Eggman pretend to be a good person than be stuck in prison for life. He doesn't even quite practice what he preaches. We are trying to show that the current hero v villain system and Sonic's recklessness currently affects some people poorly and that Sonic isn't a perfect hero.

[bigmammallama5]

Finally, I have managed to write something again. It’s no joke when they say your physical health impacts your mental health and that you really shouldn’t push it when you aren’t well lmao. Dealing with body hurty this past near year has really made me desperately miss writing (and drawing, and goofing off in fandom in general). I’m still not quite better, but I’m getting there and hopefully will be back to normal soon (whatever my new normal will be). I still have many WIPS I want to get back to working on, but I come bearing a gift of a short oneshot to start. Thank you to all of you who are leaving kudos and comments on my fic, I’ll do my best to go through and answer some of you soon. <3

For @stnballoon, for being a wonderful and supportive human being not just to me but also to the supercorp fandom. I’m so grateful for you and your kind and patient positivity. I owe you so much more than this little gift.

Based off of an ask stnballoon sent me about the unfortunate perils of co-opted words having odd interpretations in business meetings. Please excuse any errors, I am... quite rusty after seven months.

[talentforlying]

said i would post about this blog's 10yr dodgeball-of-prophecy pay-off before i delve into drafts, so here it is!

way back in january 2015, roughly a month after i first created this blog, i decided that it would be fun to rebel against canon just a tiiiny bit and give my version of john a pet: a stray orange tomcat named church. about nine months later, church had been tragically stolen by liv / @whcwashe and to compensate john for his loss, i assigned him a second pet: a stray black cat named sid. an occultist with halloween-themed cats who himself hates halloween, i thought it was hilarious.

fast-forward to last year, my folks very unexpectedly had to take in my grandma's 4 cats (for whom they did not have enough room), and it turns out that among them were an inseparable pair of siblings — one orange cat, one black cat. now 10 full years after randomly projecting my ideal aesthetic cat combination onto this lucky british sonofabitch, i have successfully metamancered half of my will into being (one cat already living with me) & will be bringing the other half home with me in a couple months!!

chedrick "cheese" churchmouse & "coco" sid loco pictured below :)

bottom row far left picture was a mistake, that is clearly william howard taft.

[flow2024]

K or N for Joe and/or Nicky

K. On the edge of consciousness.

Yusuf wakes slowly, so slowly that he can’t see and isn’t even sure he can open his eyes, only half-sure he still has eyes, and that’s how he knows there’s something very, very wrong. He can’t move, can’t hear, can’t even smell anything. He doesn’t remember exactly what happened to him, but every part of him is burning, and he’s fairly sure the weird aching sensation in his head is his skull knitting itself back together, which. He really, really didn’t need to know what that feels like. 

There’s a scraping in his chest when he breathes in, but at least he’s breathing. 

Where is he? He could be anywhere. He could be in the middle of the street, could have been dragged away from the fighting from someone who had seen him breathing through a wound that should have killed him immediately. When he wakes, what will he find? Will they have taken his weapon? How long has he been dead? 

Will Nicolò be able to find him, if they are separated? Will he even try?

Slowly but steadily, he starts to hear something: a high pitched whistling that sounds like it’s coming from deep inside his own head. The darkness begins to lift, leaving flickering amber lights across his vision, and a shadow in front of him. 

There’s a voice, too, one that sharpens into words as Yusuf’s hearing begins to return. He doesn’t understand their meaning, but the cadence of them and the voice itself is familiar. 

“Are you awake?” Nicolò asks softly, switching to Arabic. 

Yusuf tries to make a sound in response. Whether it’s audible he doesn’t know, because the only noise he can really make is a rasping exhale, but Nicolò hushes him anyway.

“Do not… you can be slow,” Nicolò says. He’s more comfortable with the sounds of the language now, but still doesn’t always string sentences together well. “We are safe. I am here.”

He’s made aware of where his hand is by the feeling of Nicolò reaching for it. Yusuf manages to make an actual sound this time, but still can’t form words. Nicolò squeezes his hand gently. 

“I am here,” he says again. 

Eventually, Yusuf’s skull seems to piece itself back together fully, and his vision sharpens, letting him see that they’re backed into the corner of the two remaining intact walls of a house ravaged by fire, Nicolò crouched in front of him with his sword in hand. There’s a trail of blood leading to where Yusuf is lying now, and a section of the room that has collapsed. He can piece together enough. Nicolò would have had to drag him over here.

This time, he manages to make a sound, even if he can’t quite form words. Nicolò looks down at him over his shoulder, and there is blood on his face and in his hair, and only then does Yusuf notice the bodies in the room. 

“Okay?” Nicolò asks. 

Yusuf manages to nod, and it sends a spike of pain along his spine. Nicolò turns slightly to look at him properly. 

“You are almost done, I think,” he says. “You did not… you were asleep for a long time. I did not know if…”

“Nicolò,” Yusuf finally manages, hoarse.

“Rest,” Nicolò says. “I am here.”

(letter asks)

[azaleablueme]

With your lovely reviews on FFN and AO3 motivating me, I have been doing marginally better and have been able to write. So here is the next edited chapter for ISOH (AO3). Full story on FFN Fingers crossed, the next chapter of WFD should be out soon as well.

[suddencolds]

// personal

how strange it is to observe yourself changing

[sparky-is-spiders]

A couple years ago when A Starless Clan came out Nightheart hating his name and association with his (male!!) ancestor and admiring a random Windclan warrior and thinking about how well her name suited her spoke to me (<- person who hated its deadname for reasons it didn't understand to be gender-related and constantly tried to justify in other ways) HARD. And I dreamed up this fun time-travel scenario where Nightheart got stuck back in first arc times and met Firestar and came to actually know him as more than a mythical figure and also realized she was a woman and was eventually able to come back to Thunderclan more confident and sure of herself and who she was (and could maybe even. Request. Her Own Name. Instead of Bramblestar just pulling one out of his ass for her instead).

And then the second book came out.

[dennisboobs]

most annoying thing about being me is that i cannot engage with like. any fanon shit about dennis because i'm constantly on some advanced derangement and the stuff i thought two years ago when i was first getting comfy in the fandom is still the way everyone else looks at dennis but i'm like. yes but its Worse than this. you're like a quarter of the way there. this isn't the interesting bit, this is a symptom of it, keep going.

[gleeksfreaksandwannabes]

Ok, we’re back!

I dragged myself out of my other hyperfixations to bring you chapter 33, aka “Dean bumps into the very last person he thought he’d see and asks Jack the million dollar question”!

I really like where these next few chapters go guys, they were tough to write but I think I needed to take this little detour with Dean, just for my own sanity! Thanks again for all your love on this story, it means so much that people are reading my silly little fix it!

[kezibun]

Hello again tumblr ^-^

It's been a while...😅

[bonbonly]

babe focus on one,ONE!!

I KNOW IM SORRY LMFAOO I LITERALLY MY ASS IS SITTING HERE FEELING UNMOTIVATED AND BUSY WITH SCHOOL AND THEN ILL GET A BURST OF ENERGY FOR SOMETHING ELSE OH MY GOD MY BRAINN UGHHHH

youre gonna hate me so much when i say im writing the hollywood!au thing rn instead of my other wips they are CRYING for me rn but i dont wanna get to it just yet

[westywrites]

At my recent choir concert, they encouraged us to show off other talents during the little intermission show thing. I read out a poem I wrote for my girlfriend.

Afterwards, a few other members of the choir approached me and started gushing about my poem and saying I need to look into publishing it.

The next choir practice, one of them caught me after and started telling me about local writing groups and a local literary arts magazine. She desperately wants me to join a group and to submit something to the magazine. And like...

This lady is a publishing and publicity agent. Helping writers get their work out there is literally what she does for a living. And she thinks my writing is Good. Like, she genuinely thinks this silly little poem I performed is Really, Really Good.

So... I think I am going to submit to the magazine. And maybe over the summer I'll see about attending a few of the writing group get togethers to see how I feel about it... My plan was to focus on writing this summer. But this was totally unexpected!!

[bookshelf-in-progress]

It's so nice to have this tiny little selection of WIPs to prioritize. Really helps me to keep my focus where it should be.

Wait, what's this?

IT'S A LONG-ABANDONED WIP WITH A STEEL CHAIR!!

[ceaselessbasher]

"I haven't used my bullet journal in a while, that's why I feel like I've lost control of my life. If I start using it again, everything will be great once more." ← confusing the symptom with the disease like a ding dong

[windor-truffle]

a compilation of Asbel canonically being an angsty little bitch: