#Rough WIP intro

[which-item-poll-archive]

Archiving Which-Item-Poll

Tag directory - A key to the tags I use as well as ways to browse by category or the month the poll was originally posted.

I also have a new survey about the tag directory

Please follow @pick-an-item-poll as they're continuing to post polls where you choose an item

If you want to follow the original blog's new poll blog, it's @hear-me-out-poll

What is this blog?

Basically I'm trying to (manually) reblog everything from their blog to this blog to create a more permanent archive once which-item-poll deactivates the original blog. I'm doing this because tumblr's search functions are notoriously useless for finding specific posts and many posts get entirely lost without a blog's archive page. Additionally, this preserves the tags that contain the information about the items, most notably the websites where they can/could be found.

Once the archive is complete and posted, we'll see where this goes from there.

@which-item-poll if you want me to delete a specific post or a couple that I re-blogged from you please ask me and I will. (Even after you've deleted the blog, since I know your main)

About the Archivist

For now, you can call me Arc (not my name, but it works for now), I'm non-binary and my pronouns are she/they! I'm not the original owner of which-item-poll. I'm typically slow to respond to messages, but will take any suggestions into consideration even if I haven't responded to you yet.

Archive progress

Currently in the queue:

March, April and May 2024

Currently in the drafts:

June, July, August, September, October, November and December 2024

Completed Months:

January and February 2024

Needs to be queued/drafted:

Any posts remaining in which-item-poll's queue or any other post made between time of update (4:47am on the 15th of December EST) and when OP decides to deactivate the blog.

Updates

I have lost my draft about new submissions somewhere :(

The tag directory is completed! It can be found at the top of this post! There's also a new survey about it. Is it too long?

Since it was a majority yes vote on the survey about new polls, I'm currently considering how I'd go about doing that.

21/12/24 EST - Days left until completed archive: 35 days at 50 posts a day.

I've finished queuing and drafting existing posts and are now waiting to archive any future posts between now and when the blog is deactivated.

I'm also going to try and post some things manually to get that time down, but can't guarantee that I can do this a lot due to things happening IRL.

Previous updates under the cut

Update: My autotagger wasn't working, which I found out about 1200 posts into this. Currently working on restoring tags to the posts already reblogged. I've managed to fix my autotagger but I had to clear the queue and drafts. (I didn't want to do it... but must to preserve my sanity.... and more importantly my wrist) Once I've got the tags back on the January posts (manually) I'll be able to fill the queue and drafts back up with the original tags intact.

Update: Everything that was posted had the tags added back on. Resuming queuing posts (and I've confirmed that the autotagger is copying the tags). Starting the queue again since there's enough in there to run while I sleep.

Update: I have been misspelling February in all of my tags. I will fix this and continue to fix this as they get posted from the queue.

Update: All the miss-spelt tags have been corrected

Update: I made the pinned post nicer to read! I also added some information.

Update 15/12/24 EST: If I run the queue at 50 posts a day, it will take 45 days to post everything from the original blog to this blog.

19/12/24 7pm EST - Taking a very short break from working on the archive as I have my final assignment due for a university course due tonight. (in about 10 hours in my local time). I should be back to doing stuff with it tomorrow. :)

17/12/24 EST - Days left until completed archive: 40 days at 50 posts a day.

Update 21/12/24: I'm back to it and working on adding tags to posts before making a directory again. For now, All current archival posts and ones that are in the queue now have the tag #which-item-poll-archive

[jiiniix]

were is he going ?

[tag-if]

T. BELLEFLEUR;

"We could just leave, you know, they won't miss us for a couple of hours...or more."

[keen2meecha]

Of Unknown Origin

NaNoWriMo Project of 2023

Genre: Urban Fantasy, New Adult

Setting: A summer camp somewhere in the Rocky Mountains

Tropes and Themes: found family, the unmasked world, our werewolves are different, independence vs interdependence, pack dynamics, cults, violence, mommy issues

Summary:

Welcome to Camp Dogwood, a summer home for delinquent werewolves!

Lily Nelson doesn’t want to be here. She’s spent her entire life being trained by her mother to be as independent as possible; now that her mother is dead, she just wants to go overseas and start over.

Until she turns eighteen, though, she’s stuck at Camp Dogwood, under the watchful eye of her cabin’s alpha and senior camp counselor, not to mention the rest of this mismatched group they call a pack. Forced to endure team-building activities, ghosts with dangerous connections to her life-threatening past, and hiking, Lily is counting down the days until she can run.

But what is a wolf without her pack? It’s a question Lily will have to wrestle with as she comes face-to-face with the tangled webs of her family and her past. She will have to choose where her loyalties lie: with her mother and her teachings, or with this new group who might just be able to save her from herself.

Characters:

LILY: a lone werewolf with more secrets than the ocean and remarkable control over her shift

ISAAC: the grandson of one of the three alphas who revealed werewolves to the world with his own history

DEVIN: a werewolf dangerous enough that they are medically inhibited and legally forbidden from shifting outside of a kennel

JACKIE: the only human of the cabin, whose only real claim to fame is being Devin's twin sister

VERONICA: the ferocious and protective big sister of the cabin

ESTELA: the goof of the cabin, and Veronica's girlfriend

CASEY: the quiet artist, and Veronica's boyfriend

REVERIE: the sweetest of the group, although not the most harmless

IRENE: the bitchiest of the group, although not the scariest

MEI: the alpha of the cabin, the Designated Adult who is just trying to keep all of her delinquents alive

FEN: the camp nurse, who just wants all of his delinquents to get along

[bagelarts]

why does this lowkey sound good

[daisywords]

wip intro: The Long, Long Way to Kaminatra

An unlikely duo is conscripted to escort a princess with a target on her head to her coronation in a foreign city

hijinks ensue, the plot does some twists, etc. etc.

Adult/general, alt-world low-magic fantasy, light on the romance, heavy on the adventure and shenanigans

Featuring (from left to right):

Sahl: the weirdest human alive

Edrio: our tour guide through the narrative. Literally just some guy going through a really weird time

Zafiyah: the princess; more to her than meets the eye

First scene under the cut:

Chapter 1: A Stranger in the Dark

Edrio jerked awake to the clang of the cell door. He threw his hands up to shield his eyes from the blinding light, the shackles on his wrists sliding down his arms. 

So this was it then. They had come for him at last. He got to his feet, determined to at least die with dignity. He would face death, look it in the eyes. He squinted through the torchlight to make out the faces of the guards. There were two of them. Oddly, they supported another figure between them, a pathetic, wet rag doll of a person who dangled limply from their grasp. Without a glance at Edrio, the guards threw their cargo into the cell and slammed the door. 

Edrio nearly called after them, but stopped himself. If they weren’t here to escort him to his execution, he certainly wasn’t going to invite them to reconsider. As the guards disappeared around a corner, the last remnants of torchlight faded, and he was left completely in the dark. 

He edged away from the door, skirting the perimeter of the cramped cell to avoid stepping on the new inhabitant. He eased down the wall, pulling his knees in tight. There was no sound from the other side of the cell, not even of breathing. He held his own breath to be sure, but still, nothing. 

Maybe it was some kind of sadistic ritual, throwing a corpse in with a condemned man for his last night alive? To remind him that he, too, would soon be a corpse? As if he could forget. 

Well, if that was their game, he wouldn’t play it. He stretched out his legs, adjusting his chain to get as comfortable as he could. He couldn’t see the corpse, so he simply would not let it bother him. He would show no fear. When death was inevitable, fear was purposeless anyway. 

Edrio had nearly dozed off again when the corpse emitted a low groan. Oh. Not a corpse then. “Hello?” he whispered. 

There was no answer. 

“All you alright?” he volunteered out loud, voice cracking from lack of use. 

Silence from his guest. Edrio sighed and scooted over, feeling over rough stone floor until his hands found cloth. 

The stranger was wet through, but not dripping, as if they had gotten soaked several hours ago and hadn’t had the opportunity to dry. He patted the bundle of rags, finding the shape of a bony knee. He found his way up to the torso, feeling for any obvious wounds. The stranger groaned again. The voice sounded male, from what he could tell. 

Edrio felt his way up to the stranger’s neck, which seemed uninjured, and up to his head. Without warning, teeth snapped at his fingers. Edrio jerked back with a yell, his flailing hands rattling his chain. He brought his bitten fingers to his own mouth and tasted blood—the bite had broken the skin. 

“What was that for?” he snapped. The stranger only hissed and snapped his teeth. 

Edrio retreated, deciding that if the stranger was well enough to bite, he would probably survive the night. And he didn’t seem to be mortally wounded, from what Edrio could tell in total darkness. 

He sucked his bleeding fingers, wishing he had something to disinfect the wound. Not that it mattered. A beheading would do him in much faster than an infected bite. 

Unless they weren’t going to bother with a beheading. Maybe the stranger was rabid. 

“Do you understand Garalá?” he asked. 

Nothing. 

“Ursesh?” he tried. 

The stranger mumbled something faintly. 

“Do you speak Ursesh?” Edrio asked in his clumsy Ursesh. 

“Get away from me,” the stranger spat. That was a yes. 

“Can’t, I’m afraid,” Edrio replied, rattling his chain for emphasis. 

The stranger said nothing. A distant rattling rang from somewhere further down the hall. In the days Edrio had been here, he had become accustomed to the mystery prisoner who would stir up a racket whenever it seemed to strike his fancy, every few hours or so. One had to pass the time somehow. 

After the cacophony of rattling chains and echoing, monkey-like screeches had subsided, Edrio listened again for the stranger, but could hear nothing. It was eerie, knowing that someone else was there in the dark, but sensing only emptiness. He felt prickly, as if the stranger were watching him, even though he knew he would be equally blind. 

“What are you in for?” Edrio ventured. 

The stranger spewed a long stream of words in Ursesh, most of which Edrio was unfamiliar with, and all of which were clearly foul. 

Edrio sighed. Just his luck to receive a companion to break the utter monotony of his last days, only for him to be as close to a feral dog as it was possible for a human to be. He rested his head on his knees and tried to fall asleep. But for someone whom he could neither see nor hear, the stranger was awfully hard to ignore. 

[unmellowyellowfellow]

Dixie G. Alvarez, 23, Capricorn

+ character introduction

Dixie (Grey) Alvarez was the kind of girl who you wouldn't normally notice on the street; the one who brushed by with a quiet “sorry” and shuffled away in a blur with nothing left but the lingering scent of cigarettes and tea.

She knew this about herself and made her peace with it, however when she became invisible to her own father after her mother left, that's when she decided she was done being in the background. So she packed up from Amarillo, Texas and traveled to wherever she could fit, wherever she would have a name and a face and an address without her fathers name attached to the mail.

With a map she couldn't read, a plan she didn't have, and a trusty blue messenger's cap, she rolled into an abandoned town and shortly discovered it was not only populated, but that they were expecting her.

And that...is only barely the beginning.

[smol-feralgremlin]

Finished my rough draft for Between Dragons and Nightstalkers and uh

Thats not a real fucking number

[elsworld3]

Chapter 1: Lunch with Jesse

"Hey, love! I already ordered." Jesse, my boyfriend of four years, said with his signature big goofy smile as I approached. I weaved my way through the bustling cafe. This one was my personal favorite, with large windows that bathed the whole building in light and sandwiches to die for. I rubbed his shoulder as I passed through and sat myself across from him, giving him a once-over as my way of doing a check-in. He had his signature grin on his face, making his eyes squint so small you almost couldn't tell they were open. It had been a week since I'd seen him; Jesse has had a busy schedule recently. After he got promoted to editor-in-chief, he doesn't seem to have any free time. He takes a lot of pride in his work, and therefore his time and energy, so the last few weeks we've resorted to brief meals scattered across our collective free time.

I smiled back at him, giving in to his infectious smile, "Thank you, Jes. What'd you get me?"

He met my eyes, and listed off my usual — a BLT with sea salt and vinegar chips and a large vanilla soy milk c latte (AKA the best meal ever). I thanked him and he muttered a quick 'You're welcome' with a kiss on the hand.

"How did work go, love?" He leaned in, attentive to my response. The feelings that that small, almost unnoticeable gesture sparked in me were layered and complicated. On one side, I have always appreciated having such an attentive boyfriend. He loves me so much, but on the other hand, as time goes on it makes me feel similar to that of imposter syndrome. It's not that I don't love him, it's just… What if I don't love him the same way?

I sighed and took a drink of my latte, taking a moment to relish in the caffeine, using this as an excuse to get out of my head and into the moment. "Long. Dr. Jordan took time off this week and she has me doing all her upkeep." As annoying as this was, Dr. Jordan is a wonderful coworker. I’m mostly just mad that she left me this week.

"Whatever happened to 'the puppies are worth the paperwork' like I remember you saying?" He giggled, raising his eyebrows at me. Jesse is that type of attractive where everyone knows it. He has defined features and these effortlessly lush curls that I am definitely jealous of.

I smiled and leaned back in my chair, "I chose to be a vet tech for a reason, Jes. This should all be her problem." The waitress came with our food, setting it right in front of us and smiling wide. Jesse took no time to take as big a bite of his burger as he could fit, but I slowly picked at my chips. “How was your day at work?”

I saw his eyes light up, “Long, but so good. I feel like I’m finally settling in.” I miss him, but the look in his eyes when he gets to talk about it fills me with pride.

“I’m so glad, Jes.” I smile softly at him and ignore the lurking feeling in the back of my mind that I’m holding him back. Like always, he pulls out his latest most favorite article that went through him this week -- this week it was about Saturn.

“So, do you have any. plans this week? Other than taking Dr. Jordan’s job?” He smiled at me, unaware of the can of worms he was opening.

“For one, I would never take Dr. Jordan’s job.” I giggled, then I cleared my throat and attempted to swallow my anxiety, "Tomorrow I'm having dinner with Mel. She wants to start planning next month's game night already."

"My God, does that woman rest? Isn't she working on that fundraiser?"

I rolled my eyes. "Yes. She hasn't asked me to go yet if you're wondering." He raised his eyebrow at me, and I knew what he was asking, even though his mouth was full. "If she asks, I'll say yes. I'll always say yes, it's Mel."

He washed down his too-big bite with a big sip of cola. "Even after last time? Love, she does the same thing every time."

"I know Jes, it's just…I don't know." I rubbed the bridge of my eyes. Jesse has been trying to convince me for a while that Mel isn't a good friend. Sometimes I think he's right, it's just something about her that makes me fold every time.

“KC last time was bad. You were upset for days, love. Don’t you remember?” I could hear his emotions border between worry and frustration. “You can’t always ‘just say yes’.”

I avoided looking at him and fidgeted with my chips, “Yes, I can Jes, she’s my best friend.” I studied his face and watched his feelings pick a side. “Are you expecting me to have no loyalty?”

Jesse went to slam his hands on the table, but stopped himself by redirecting them to his face, “KC, I love you, so I’m gonna spell it out for you. Mel is a shitty friend. I’m not saying you need to have no loyalty, I’m saying to match hers.” The look he gave me resembled pity, which struck a nerve in me. I looked down and studied the wood on the table. “Has she even apologized?”

“Yes, she apologized. I told you this.” My anger switched from loud and aggressive to quiet and seething. “Honestly, Jesse, you just don’t get it. You know what, I actually have to get going.” I stood up and started speeding towards the door, tears of frustration welling in my eyes. Walking down the street from the cafe, I caught a glimpse of Jesse through the window. He looked so defeated. Hurting him cuts so deep, but something about Mel just seems to throw our years and my rationality out the window.

As I made my way home, I had a million thoughts swarming my head. Jesse, how hurt he looked, the pity in his eyes. The audacity he had to pity me for giving Mel another chance. I’m so mad at him, but at the same time, deep down I know he’s right.

But without Mel, what do I even have left? She’s been my go-to for everything for years.

I don’t know what to think anymore. In my brain, I go back to when I met Jesse. We were both kids -- Me only a sophomore in high school. We met in gym class, he asked me to prom, and the rest in history. Don’t get me wrong -- Jesse is amazing, but there were a lot of opinions that led us to the place we are now.

I remember him, a skinny little stoner kid with braces and shaggy hair, holding up a “Prom?” sign and a bouquet of flowers in front of my locker. I remember the big, goofy grin on his face and how to this day, he still makes that face when he gets really excited.

I also think of meeting Mel, 2 years later. Seeing her the first time walking into the library. I was too nervous to approach, but of course, being her she waltzed right up to me, eyes sparkling. We ended up getting kicked out because she was too loud. I didn’t mind, I was willing to fail my upcoming test for a pretty stranger.

Chapter 2: Meet Mel - 1000 more

After I get home, I throw myself into a stress-cleaning spree. Today: My closet. One by one I went through everything I owned. I woke up the next day in a mound of clothes, with a familiar face standing over me. “What’s going on in here?”

I yelped and attempted to sit up, a wave of jeans falling off of me like an avalanche. I rubbed my face, trying to wake up. “Me, what’s going on? You, what's going on? You're--” I paused to check the time on my phone, which buzzed from underneath the stack of hoodies, "Four hours early!"

She offered me her hand and pulled me up, me stumbling over my clothes and into her. My chest ached and my breathing stopped until she let out a giggling "Woah!" And backed up, letting me have enough ground to stand on. "I went on that date last night, remember? I came straight over from his house!"

I put on a big, shocked face and raised my eyebrows, a silent way of saying “Tell me more”

“Okay, okay, okay, so first he took me to dinner.” She paused to make a dramatized excited face, her mouth opened wide. “And afterward, we walked out of the restaurant and he grabbed my waist and kissed me, and like… Do you know that classic rom-com moment? When the music swells and there’s fireworks and the camera is dramatically panning in circles around the couple? It was just like that.” As she talked she slowly led the conversation to my bright-yellow couch and sat down, hugging the fuzzy white pillow in her lap.

I sat down next to her, angling myself towards her with my back on the armrest. “I didn’t know that was, like… a real thing.” I awkwardly smiled, brushing away a stray curl from my eyes. Mel whipped the pillow out of her lap and onto the center seat between us, gasping. “That’s a real thing?!” I watched her face light up as she laughed and felt my chest ache once more as I wished that I could take a picture of it, to memorize every sparkle in her deep, dark eyes and the pink on the apples of her carnelian cheeks.

“Kace, you have a boyfriend!” I took another hit of imposter syndrome to my gut hearing her say that, but it seems like she didn’t notice. “You have a Jesse!” Mel has always been just the littlest bit jealous of Jesse. I mean, if you were to have a boyfriend, Jesse should be it. He’s handsome, he’s sweet, attentive. I really got lucky when I met him.

I rubbed my shoulder, pursing my lips in thought trying to search for the right thing to say. It felt like I was standing in the center of a minefield. “Maybe we’ve just been together too long.”

God, I hate this. It feels like I don’t know anything anymore. No matter what I say it feels like I’m lying. At this point, she realized I was upset. She gently frowned, in that caring way she does -- that way where you can tell she wishes she could solve every problem, dot every I, and cross every t for you. She quickly rubbed my knee and whispered, ‘Maybe’, before info-dumping about how her date went.

Honestly, I didn’t listen. My brain drifted back to its current dilemma, the four-way tug of war I’m stuck in. I’m exhausted. I’m tired of trying to match my reality with everyone else's opinions, forgoing myself, and how I feel. I know how I feel. I know the ache in my chest. I know why I can still feel the echoes of her touch on my knee. Why can’t I just--

“KC, are you okay?” I met her eyes, which were busy studying me as if she looked hard enough that she could read my mind. God, wouldn’t that make all of this much easier. I went to respond but froze. My mouth stopped slightly open and my eyes felt the sting of nearby tears. I finally got myself to start forming a word when her phone rang.

As soon as she left the room, I quickly rubbed my face with my shirt and took a deep breath, recollecting myself and pasting a grin on my face.

After a few minutes, she returned, waving her hands around and apologizing. She threw her phone on the couch, "Sorry! It's that damn fundraiser they have me planning. Vendors on vendors on vendors." She laughed and rubbed a hand on the back of her neck under her hair. "About the fundraiser--"

"You want me to come?" I cut her off. Every event she plans, she makes me come. And I do come every time because she's my best friend and I'll always be there to support her. But, every time she gets so caught up in mingling she forgets that I came at all.

"Please? It won't be like last time, I swear!"

I sigh and mumble "Fine" kinda akin to a teenager agreeing to take the trash out. Honestly, I'm still a little mad about last time--not that I would say anything. "But I have nothing to wear. I might have to go in my pajamas." I raised my eyebrow at her and cleared my throat. “What a shame.”

She got a mischievous look on her face, knowing exactly where I was going with this, "You can wear the black dress…."

I sat up, eyes widening, "I can?!"

We hashed out all the details, she'd get ready, come over with the dress, and we'd carpool there. Turns out, Jesse has a shift that day anyways, so black dress or not, I'd end up alone. But it's fine, really. Free food and booze can solve anything.

When she got there that day, she didn't bother knocking. She waltzed on into my apartment, her hair done up in 3 puffs down the center of her head where her part usually sat, and her makeup done in beautifully natural colors, highlighted by gold that matched her satin dress that flowed effortlessly around her form and draped around her heels. For a moment my mind went blank until I saw the black dress draped over her arm. "Here you go, babe." She softly smiled at me.

We have spent a lot of time arguing over this dress. It's short but not too short where you can't move or walk, shimmery, has a classic square neckline and thin straps, and best of all: a low back that almost reaches your ass.

I had already done my hair in my classic short, pixie-style curls and did my basic makeup- a little eyeliner smudged on and pink gloss. I threw the dress on and put on my strappy heels and when I emerged from my bedroom, Mel did a little jump and clapped, making that little screech she always does when she's excited. "Babe! You look amazing!"

It was moments like this, she looking at me with such pure eyes looking like that, that made it so abundantly clear why Jesse never gave me butterflies. She frowned a little bit, "Seriously, KC, is something wrong?"

I stood straighter, plastering a huge fake smile on my face, "Nope! Just waiting on you."

The ride there wasn't too long. Mel kept me distracted by telling me everything she went through to plan this and how crazy to her that it was already here.

Chapter 3: The Fundraiser

Walking into the fundraiser, all you see is warm tones, glitter, and a crowd of people in very fancy clothes. Just judging by their purses alone, you could tell this event was for people in a very different tax bracket from me. Mel has some flaws, but damn she's good at her job. There were catering tables with charcuterie boards, a bar, and a small few tables with a 'raffle' hoisted above in a fancy calligraphy font. It was only the beginning of the night, but I already knew this was going to be a very successful night.

We had barely been in for five minutes before we got two feet in the door, we heard someone shout "Melanie!" And with that, she was gone. I watched her talk to them for a moment, feeling my heart plummet to my stomach. Jesse was fucking right. I swallowed my pride and turned toward the bar.

I walk over, weaving through all of the suits and dresses, subtly picking at the hors d'oeuvres as I passed through. Walking over, I assess the social situation of the bar, doing my best to avoid talking to more people than I have to. Much to my relief, most people chose the pre-poured champagne over the bar, leaving it mostly empty with a few scattered customers here and there.

I direct my attention to the bartender and suddenly wonder if I really need a drink or not. Looking at her, I immediately felt butterflies in my stomach. She's dressed in a tight-fitting suit that hugged her curves, with tattoos peeking out of the collar and sleeves and going down her hands and up her neck. She's that type of hot that makes you forget your own name.

I found myself approaching anyway, desperate for a drink and curious about this mystery bartender. I tried my best to act casual, asking for a shot of house vodka. After receiving it, I quickly downed it and immediately asked for another. I saw her glance up at me and smile to herself, muttering a quick "One sec, babe." Before starting on the drink for the man I didn't even realize walked up next to me.

Suddenly, I had a newfound interest in bartending as I watched her make his drink without even trying. With every effortless flick of her wrist, every perfectly measured pour, and the way she so smoothly cut a slice off of the orange for a garnish I forgot what it was like to painfully yearn and discovered a new feeling. I was in awe of her, of her hands, of her body, her face. I watched her assemble drink and this is when it became apparent that she noticed me staring. She looked me over and met my eyes and winked at me before handing the man his drink.

"So why are you really here tonight?" She finally started pouring my second shot and set it down in front of me, raising her eyebrow at me. “Free shots?”

I shuffled slightly, uncomfortable in my heels. "My friend dragged me here." Saying that left a sour taste in my mouth, that I immediately had to wash down with vodka. I glanced behind me, of course seeing Mel stick out not like a sore thumb, but like a disco ball, or a work of art. Like a carved statue of a Greek goddess placed in the middle of the room.

The bartender leaned slightly forward, looking around the room, "which one?"

I anxiously chuckled, "The gold dress." She leaned more, following my eye line. I could smell her cologne and I could almost feel her breath on me. Suddenly, it was harder to breathe.

"She’s gorgeous, but she doesn't seem interested at all in coming back." She stood back up and poured me another shot as I felt a piece of my heart break off and part of the affection I felt for Mel turned to resentment. "Figure you need one."

I attempted to laugh, but it ended up being more of a sigh. Watching Mel mingle at first made me sad, and broke my heart a little, but then… it just pissed me off. I know it's her job but what's the point of her bringing me if she's gonna pretend I don't exist? "Honestly, I wish we could just take that bottle and go."

The bartender leaned in, smirking. Her eyes met mine and I really noticed how they were so dark and defined, like pools of ink. "We?" I scanned her up and down, noticing how checked into this conversation she was. She hadn't even put the bottle back, she just stood in front of me holding it. I know I get this type of attentiveness from Jesse, but God, it feels different when she does it.

"You seem like better company." I leaned my elbows onto the bar, my anxiety building in my chest like a dam that was ready to break.

The bartender tapped the side of the vodka bottle with her ring and looked down at it, for a moment lost in thought; weighing her options. "Can I tell you a secret?"

I raised my eyebrows and whispered leaning in toward her, "Enlighten me."

"I fucking hate working for these things." She laughed, and looked at the bottle, tilting it to see how much was left.

"So,” I softly smiled, ready to get out of this damn place, “What's stopping you? Because I’m going whether you join me or not."

"You know what?" She turned around, returning the bottle she was holding and grabbing a fuller one. "Fuck it. Let's go."

Chapter 4: The walk

I found myself running down the street, in one hand my heels, and in the other a bottle of vodka. We were going nowhere in particular, just focused on getting as far as we could as quickly as we could. Behind us were 2 security guys who definitely didn't care enough to follow us far, and below us I felt the warm, rough pavement.

Eventually, we slowed to a stop, laughing between rough gasps of air. As we caught our breath, it turned into us giggling, doubled over.

"You don't know how long I've wanted to do that." I heard her smile through her words. As she regained her posture, I felt her hand brush along my back like she wanted to touch it, but she hesitated. Her touch, however slight, left a trail of goosebumps where her hand almost landed.

Now that she actually left her job to get drunk with me on the street, I was left with a burning curiosity about the person I have just let my impulses win with, and what else my impulsivity would lead me to tonight. “What’s your name, bartender?”

She walked beside me, angling her torso toward me, and ran her fingers through her hair. "Dani." She was kind of intimidating, with the way she never hesitated to make direct eye contact. Even as intimidating as it was, I couldn't help but look straight back. This time, I saw her eyes wander a little, scanning me up and down now that she could see me without the bar in the way. I won't lie, I returned the favor. “And yours, babe?”

"KC," I took a swig of the bottle in my hand, grazing Dani’s hand as I handed her the bottle. I heard Dani whisper my name under her breath and it sent shivers down my spine. "So, why do you hate bartending?"

She took a big breath in, collecting her thoughts. "I don't hate it, exactly, it's just not my dream." I saw one hand reach up and unbuttoning her suit jacket. Underneath

her white button-up, you could see the faint lines of a stomach tattoo, and I burned to know what it looked like.

"What is?" I looked over at her, burning to know more about this stranger I'm wandering with.

Dani smiled, as if just thinking about her passion was enough to make her happy. "I do art. Graffiti.” Shit. Like she couldn’t get any cooler. “My goal is to do an art show." She took a swig of the vodka rubbing the excess off of her mouth. My brain short-circuited.

"I've always wanted to try graffiti, but I don't think I'm cool enough for all that." I laughed and took the bottle back, pouring a hearty amount into my mouth.

She slowed down and I felt her stare burn through me, "I think you're cool enough." You barely know me, I thought.

I blushed and nervously laughed, “I’m just a vet tech with a best friend who leaves me at events. Definitely not cool or brave enough to do graffiti.”

Dani hesitated for a moment and turned to me, “Oh shit, I thought that was your girlfriend.”

Ouch.

I felt my stomach drop once more, and that piece of broken heart crack and crumble, “No, just my best friend.” I tried not to sound heartbroken and disappointed, but the feelings seeped through my mouthand into my words. I poured another shot into my mouth, letting the streetlights become blurry and the ground underneath me get unsteadier.

“Damn. What a bestie you have.” She snatched the bottle from my hand and sighed, “Mine wasn’t worth a shit either.” I watched her toy with the question of whether or not to expand on that, and I think her pity for me won. “She left for Kansas. With my girlfriend.”

I sucked in through my teeth, “Ouch.” I wanted to know more, but carefully treaded on this tightrope of what’s TMI for a stranger to ask or not. “I’m sorry.”

She took poured just as much as i just did into her mouth and shrugged, “It was a while ago.”

I got the sense that Dani didn’t want to expand much further, so I anxiously racked my brain for conversation starters, “So how did you get into graffiti?”

She met my eyes again as I asked and smiled fondly. “My uncle. When I was a kid he’d take me out behind his house and taught me how on the side of his garage. There must be a hundred layers of paint on that wall by now.” She laughed, “A lot of my best attributes are due to him.”

I smiled, “Reminds me of my mom. She helped run a kennel before she retired. She taught me how to love animals right.”

I remembered being young when my babysitter got sick and my mom had to bring me to work with her. She took me around with her

[yourpenpaldee]

·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ WRITEBLR INTRODUCTION.

I don't usually put myself out there as it makes me nervous. But I've been a lurker for way too long, and it's about time I step out of my comfort zone. So, hello! I'm Dee (she/her), twenty-two, and have found my voice with storytelling.

Writing has always been a passion of mine, and continues to be the tool I turn to when I need an outlet to freely express myself. I have, unfortunately, hit a rough patch with consistency, and I'm here to bring all of that motivation and inspiration back. Especially since there are one too many WIPs sitting on the backburner, and they're all calling my name.

As someone who loves to dip their toes into every genre of fiction, I will read anything that peaks my interest. However, when it comes to creating, my works usually fall under romance and mystery. With practice, I intend on branching out into other genres I don't write often. There's a lot to explore in the world of writing, and I don't want to limit myself to only two categories.

Creating this blog provides me the space I need to accomplish the many goals I often dream of achieving. I acknowledge that it all starts with the ability to hold myself accountable. To show up for myself. To become comfortable with the uncomfortable. Putting myself and my projects out into the world is only the first of many steps, and it feels quite liberating.

I aim to use the voice I've found to not only contribute to the progression of POC representation, but to touch on several topics that remain heavily stigmatized in today's media. There’s a joy that runs through my veins every time I see someone like me on my screen or in a book. I feel seen, heard, and proud. I feel important. But as a creator, there’s that itch that can only be scratched when I create. When I make something that lets the next person know that they’re not invisible. That they're valued, loved, and appreciated. That's what I hope for when someone reads a project of mine. For them to feel the same rush of joy flowing through them as it does me.

Wow, I’m a yapper. I'd like to close this intro off with some fun facts, so here are some of my top five favorites with sidenotes because I still want to yap a bit more about the things I adore.

SOLO ARTISTS:

ARI LENNOX ✧ ˚ · . CHOCOLATE POMEGRANATE — GET CLOSE — GOAT — POF — UP LATE

HALSEY ✧ ˚ · . 100 LETTERS — I HATE EVERYBODY — NIGHTMARE — ROMAN HOLIDAY — THE LIGHTHOUSE

HOPE TALA ✧ ˚ · . CHERRIES — EDEN — I CAN'T EVEN CRY — LEAVE IT ON THE DANCEFLOOR — SUNBURN

MELANIE MARTINEZ ✧ ˚ · . ALPHABET BOY — DEAD TO ME — EVIL — NOTEBOOK — STRAWBERRY SHORTCAKE

HALIMA ✧ ˚ · . DOWNTOWN — FORD CARDINAL — IF LOVE WAS GREEN — SAMANTHA — TALK

BANDS:

5 SECONDS OF SUMMER ✧ ˚ · . AIRPLANES — BETTER MAN — KILL MY TIME — LONG WAY HOME — TEARS!

FALL OUT BOY ✧ ˚ · . BANG THE DOLDRUMS — CHICAGO IS SO TWO YEARS AGO — HEADFIRST SLIDE INTO COOPERSTOWN ON A BAD BET — NOBODY PUTS BABY IN THE CORNER — WHERE DID THE PARTY GO

FLO ✧ ˚ · . CARDBOARD BOX — FLY GIRL — IMMATURE — SUITE LIFE (FAMILIAR) — WALK LIKE THIS

PARAMORE ✧ ˚ · . BIG MAN, LITTLE DIGNITY — CAUGHT IN THE MIDDLE — FRANKLIN — MISGUIDED GHOST — PART II

THE INTERNET ✧ ˚ · . DONTCHA — HOLD ON — LOOK WHAT U STARTED — SOMTHING'S MISSING — SPECIAL AFFAIR

GAMES:

CORAL ISLAND ✧ ˚ · . IF I START LISTING NAMES, I'M GOING TO MENTION EVERYONE. BUT I'M A LOYAL MARK GIRL. AND NOAH... AND MILLIE, EVA, BEN, Y—

DISNEY DREAMLIGHT VALLEY ✧ ˚ · . THIS IS SUCH A COMFORT GAME THAT SOOTHES MY INNER CHILD.

DON'T STARVE [TOGETHER] ✧ ˚ · . I MAY OR MAY NOT STILL SUCK AT THIS GAME AFTER A SOLID THREE YEARS, BUT I'M A WIGFRID MAIN.

STARDEW VALLEY ✧ ˚ · . I LOVE SEBASTIAN AND LEAH, AND I WILL DIE ON THIS HILL IF I HAVE TO.

THE SIMS 4 ✧ ˚ · . WHERE I SPEND A LOT MORE TIME IN CREATE-A-SIM AND BUILD MODE COMPARED TO PLAYING THE ACTUAL GAME.

TROPES:

FAKE RELATIONSHIP ✧ ˚ · . MHM... JUST SAY YOU LIKE EACH OTHER ALREADY.

FATED MATE ✧ ˚ · . I'M A BIT PICKY ABOUT THIS TROPE THOUGH. THINGS TEND TO MOVE VERY QUICKLY BUT I ENJOY IT NONETHELESS.

FRIENDS TO LOVERS ✧ ˚ · . A CLASSIC THAT DOESN'T NEED AN EXPLANATION.

REUNION ✧ ˚ · . ESPECIALLY IF THEY WERE CHILDHOOD FRIENDS AND THEY REMINISCE OLD MEMORIES, OH MY GOODNESS. I EAT THIS TROPE UP EVERY TIME.

SLOWBURN ✧ ˚ · . NO DOUBT THIS IS MY MOST FAVORITE TROPE. THE BUILDUP TO EVEN THE TINIEST PIVOTAL MOMENT ALWAYS MAKES MY HEART THUMP.

TV SHOWS:

CRIMINAL MINDS ✧ ˚ · . YES, I’LL WATCH ALL 16 SEASONS FOR THE MILLIONTH TIME AND FALL IN LOVE WITH PRENTISS EACH TIME. WE WERE ALSO ROBBED OF BEARDED HOTCH CONTENT.

BRIDGERTON ✧ ˚ · . DO I CRY EVERY TIME I WATCH GEORGE AND CHARLOTTE'S STORY? YES. WILL I CONTINUE TO REWATCH IT AND RECITE THE LINES EVERY TIME SOMETHING REMINDS ME OF IT? ASOLUTELY.

THE BEAR ✧ ˚ · . I WISH I KNEW OF AYO EDEBIRI BEFORE THIS SHOW BECAUSE THAT WOMAN IS AMAZING??? LIKE, HELLO???

THE EQUALIZER ✧ ˚ · . *mini spoiler* STILL CAN'T STOP THINKING OF DANTE'S GRIN WHEN HE GOT TO SEE MEL, ROB, AND HARRY'S LITTLE WORK SPOT FOUR SEASONS LATER.

SWEET MAGNOLIAS ✧ ˚ · . HELEN, MADDIE, AND DANA SUE IS HOW I PICTURE MY FRIENDS AND I IN THE FUTURE. MARGARITA NIGHTS, BEING AUNTIES TO EACH OTHER'S CHILDREN, UGH. I LOVE THEM WHOLEHEARTEDLY.

And that concludes this introduction on me and this blog. I would love to connect and befriend other authors, so please don't hesitate to reach out as my DMs will always be open! I'd love to support and read your works, so don't be hesitant to share them with me if you'd like.

I hope you all will enjoy reading my works as much as I enjoy the process of bringing my ideas to life.

divider creds to strangergraphics ♡

[themboty]

~~writeblr intro~~

Hello, I'm Ty! I'm recently back on Tumblr after a few years and would love to meet some writers with similar interests to possibly talk about WIP's and the wonderful world of writing!

click below to learn more about me

Me!

I'm in my early twenties, a lesbian, and genderfluid. I also use all pronouns!

I'm a recent college graduate with minors in creative writing and film production (my major isn't all that interesting unless you really wanna know)

I tend to read queer contemporary fiction, however this year I'm really trying to open my library more and read outside of my genre. If you have any book reqs send them my way.

Outside of books I enjoy crochet, sims, watching niche video essays at 3am, and arguably bad tv that includes at least 1 (one) queer character.

I have never been casual about anything in my life

My Writing!

I am currently writing the first draft of my first novel How to Drown (working title). It deals with themes of mental health, addiction, family dynamics, found family, and growth. Eventually I want to share snippets, but when I say first draft I mean a rough first draft.

I am also plotting/planning a second unnamed novel. This unnamed work started as the first act of a movie script for my screenwriting final a few semesters ago and the story stuck (just not in a script oh god i cant write scripts)

I'm open to any and all tag games, feel free to use me when you cant think of anyone else lol

please ask me about my stories i love to yap

If you made it this far thank you so much for reading I hope you have an amazing day!

[theboarsbride]

WIP Re-Intro - GHOSTS PLAGUE THESE HALLS

Title: Ghosts Plague These Halls

Comp: CRIMSON PEAK x Cocteau's LA BELLE ET LA BÊTE

Whitechapel, London 1894.

Sophie Wickes and her family struggle to survive in the underbelly that is London's East End. Melancholia eats away at her ailing father, her work as a flower seller brings no income, and her efforts to sell her hair in an act of desperation prove to be fruitless. After a series of strange encounters in London's streets, and the gift of a mysterious white rose from her pickpocket nephew, she is called upon by the reclusive Lord Edgar Cushing to tend to the gardens of his countryside estate of Rosenthorne Hall. Faced with destitution in a workhouse and the threat of her young nephew being sent to find industrial work, Sophie agrees to play the facade of gardener.

However, the estate, its gardens, and their master is nothing like what Sophie expected.

The house? Rotting, dilapidated, hideous.

The staff? Unfeeling, cold, strange.

The gardens? A graveyard of floral corpses guarded by an army of statues.

The master? A voice from the shadows that refuses to show himself.

With her heart tested by the thorns of anger and fear, Sophie tries to make herself of use in Rosenthorne Hall; something resembling friendship begins to blossom between her and her mysterious employer; she finally has a chance to rescue her family from the East End's grime, and perhaps allow old scars to, at last, heal. But with a lord who speaks kind words from the house's darkened corners whilst pleading to remain unseen, an unfriendly coachman, and the sudden emergence of eerie butterflies, loneliness becomes maddening.

The delirium only threatens to worsen once she starts to receive nightly visitations from a crooked-jawed ghost and moths that whisper of a bloody past, and a plea to rid Rosenthorne Hall of the misery, grief, and love that continue to plague its halls.

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Rough updated synopsis (i'm terrible at writing them hhhhsbhbshsbhbs sorry if it be sloppy-) and WIP intro for GHOSTS PLAGUE THESE HALLS! My Victorian gothic horror-romance ghost story baby... with yet another pathetic wet-cat-of-a-man love interest.🥰

[all-purpose-dish-soap]

WIP game--

Rules: in a new post, post the names of all the files in your wip folder regardless of how nondescript or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet and tell us about it!

the WIP avalanche:

soap soulmate 04

soap soulmate 05

spreading rumors about dating gaz

megafauna post-apocalyptic 02

megafauna post-apocalyptic 03

soap og soulmate original ending

messy sexual tension gaz 04

messy sexual tension gaz 05

shifter/hybrid au pwp konig

shifter/hybrid au pwp soap

shifter/hybrid au barn intro

keegan soulmate 01

milestone rq rough draft

konig horangi pocket medic reader

cap mactavish vs prickly medic reader

cap mactavish + yuri scrap

keegan in the cold

PI reader scratch

soap accidental 01

soap friends with benefits 02?

soap friends with benefits 0?

bff soap coming home hurt comfort

ghost frustrated

witch hunter au scratch

➡ ask box

no pressure tags, also encompasses writing/art/playlists: @majinbangus / @keegansshark / @fnny-bnny / @thevoidwriting / @ghostslittlegf / @141wh0re / @callsign-selkie / @kittsch / @kettlemouse

and anyone yet-untagged who wants to do it anyway. that's what i did ;)

[cabbojage]

writeblr intro....!!

hi everyone :D i have decided i’m gonna try to actually have an online presence and turn this account into a.... dundundun..... it’s a writeblr ok yeah LMAO

so hello! my name is gwen (she/her), i’m 18, and i’m currently trying to get back into writing consistently. my fav genres to write are fantasy, sci-fi, & poetry! i’ve worked on two long-form fiction projects in the past (both scrapped now RIP)--a sci-fi dystopian called stargazers and a fantasy adventure titled kings of glass. but now i’m trying my hand at a new project, which leads to....

my new wip, CLOCKED OUT, a steampunk science fantasy with floating cities, retrofuturistic gadgets, a monetary system where time is currency, and a ragtag group of outcasts investigating the death of a god. the vibes so far are: found family, adventurous chaos, morally gray everything, & latino/queer rep. i’m only like 1k in so far LOL but i hope to get a rough draft finished in the coming months!

more about CLOCKED OUT here -> #clocked out clocked out’s worldbuilding -> #wip: worldbuilding clocked out’s characters -> #wip: characters randomness about me -> #personal

i would love to meet more writeblrs and make more writer friends!! <3 always down to pressure you into actually writing + interacting with posts + beta reading/critiquing or whatever

anyway pls interact and reach out would love to meet you guys wahoo

[trixierosewrites]

writeblr intro :3

Hi, everyone, I'm Trixie! I'm a young (but adult) writer and classicist, currently in the middle of publishing my novella, Memento Vivere. I also write short stories and am working on a couple novels! I go by shey/heir neopronouns but if that's too complicated she/they is tolerable too.

My favourite genre is the mystery-murder mystery-crime-thriller-horror area, but I dabble in a lot, including historical and fantasy! I love to write dialogue and I am a compulsive world builder for fantasy, including seven partially made conlangs.

Writing commissions are currently closed, but editing commissions are open.

I'd love to connect with more writers :3

my novella: memento vivere

horror/thriller

will be available as paperback, ebook, and deluxe edition

every single character is a horrible person

high stakes, little time, and a lot of character death >:3

Aidan Whitney, four times ex-prime minister, wakes up chained to a bed in a room with ten other people. The only way to escape? Making accusations that kill the accused, and, if incorrect, kill the accuser.

my short stories and novels below the cut!

my short stories

One Hundred Times, or a retelling of orpheus and eurydice in which orpheus looks back a hundred times for a hundred different reasons with a hundred different reactions

The Wasp, or three polyamorous women trying to make it work in between crime and betrayal

untitled fairy wip, or a first person POV of a somewhat stuck up researcher into the fair folk

"you can't protect her forever" AKA woman offers herself up to be tortured to protect her girlfriend

a crime solving gang of polyamorous women head undercover into a den of crime, magic, sex, drugs, and lies, and come out of it a little less unattached

a failing demon falls in love with a beautiful angel, only to find that things are not as they appear

Blood Dice, or where in a realm not quite real, millie learns to play for her life

For Want of a Ticket (complete), or a western girl runs elaborate scams on strangers, complete with an undertone of sadness (and loneliness)

my novels

my beautiful time travel catastrophe, featuring an obscenely large cast of characters all from different time periods that come together against their will to save the timeline

Trinity, AKA what attempts to be a neutral retelling of hades and persephone, told from three perspectives: hades, persephone, and demeter. the goal of this one is to write what is clearly the same narrative with different perspectives, and ultimately tries to not hold anyone at fault

"the lillian ainsworth murder" AKA a late victorian setting for a murder mystery, featuring repressed gays, mysterious marriages, financial debt, family feuds, and an unsettling promise for revenge

a very rough plan for what is essentially out of timeline parasites that overtake someone's body with the aim of assassinating targets

untitled bacchae-inspired wip, or where an unsuspecting oxford student gets a sinister boyfriend that likes drinks and all-female orgies, and then the murders begin

backwards murder mystery, where a seasoned detective is vindicated when the unsettling up-and-comer officer reveals himself as a serial killer - but why? what does he hope to gain?

untitled heist wip, where magic is rare and highly sought after, used for volatile healing and the most dangerous of weapons, except in england, where it makes the trains run on time. low fantasy featuring found family, crime, family secrets, and mutations that won't stay hidden - this one is in collaboration with my good friend @elizabeth-writes!

[abbyz-elda]

Intro and Master List

Bio:

Hi! I'm Abby, I'm a Christian, and I love to write! I write both original works and LoZ fanfiction. You can find the link to my main blog right here if you want to check out any of my original stuff!

I started playing games in the Zelda franchise in 2023, when I picked up Breath of the Wild for the first time! Since then, I've played Skyward Sword, Wind Waker, Tears of the Kingdom, Echoes of Wisdom, and Ocarina of Time. The franchise has quickly become a huge part of my heart and I'm so excited to learn more and connect with other fans of the games.

2024 Masterlist:

Multi-Chaptered Fics:

A Link to the Stars

In Progress

My current WIP! In collaboration with @coffebits

The planet of Hyrule has known peace for decades. Princess Zelda, heir to the throne, has gotten to watch her best friend and general of the Hylian army, Link, explore neighboring planets, lead diplomatic missions, and defend their planet against possible attacks for years.

But when a strange moon appears in the Hylian skies, shining with hostile light, Zelda is the first to volunteer to investigate. Link and his right hand man, Ganondorf, enlist their services alongside her. As the team begins to study the strange moon, they soon discover that it is filled not only with fearsome monsters, but an ancient evil that seems to call to the spirits of each one of them. Will they be able to neutralize the threat to protect Hyrule, or will the presence of the moon unleash a curse that has lain in wait for generations?

Vows of a Hero

Completed

When Link drew the Master Sword, he knew that it would mean the lives of Hyrule rested on his shoulders.

He did not know that it would also mean that the Princess of Hyrule would now be his wife.

To Become an Immortal Dragon

Completed - 28,537 words

When Zelda wakes, she remembers nothing.

Not her friends, not her history, not the castle that once was her home.

Not even the man kneeling before her, calling himself her husband.

In Between

Completed - 90,415 words

This was my very first fic, and the one that got me writing Zelink in the first place! It'll always have a special place in my heart

After the defeat of Calamity Ganon, Link and Zelda set off to unite Hyrule, despite the fact that Link does not have his memories, and Zelda is still recovering from her imprisonment in the castle. Along the way, they wrestle with their relationships with each other, themselves, and the people they want to protect.

This story serves as a loose connection between Breath of the Wild and Tears of the Kingdom, exploring the relationship between Link and Zelda in the wake of disaster.

Lyrics of Love

Completed - 26,200 words

A modern AU where Link is a very successful singer/songwriter/dancer and Zelda is a representative of a music publishing company.

One-Shots:

I'll Hold You Till You Fall Asleep

For Zelink Week 2024 - Fading

After so much time spent apart, Link takes his wife back home.

May I Have this Dance?

For Zelink Week 2024 - Under the Stars

In a secluded garden outside of the royal family’s New Year’s Ball, Zelda asks Link for a dance.

Rainy Days and Ruined Dinners

Link comes home to find that Zelda has indulged an...interesting craving of hers. Link, ever the courageous hero, comes to the rescue.

Light Conversation

Link sits down for a quiet chat with the Light Dragon.

Kissing in the Moonlight

Zelda decides to ambush her royal knight after his patrol and kiss him just a little bit senseless.

Reunion

An interpretation of the ending cutscene of Tears of the Kingdom.

Finally, a Royal Wedding

After their second reunion, Link and Zelda decided enough was enough. They came clean about their secret marriage to all of Hyrule, and all of Hyrule decided that they were robbed of a royal wedding. So they threw one. Plus a coronation, I guess.

What if We Kissed in a Divine Beast?

Zelda is playing a little too rough with Vah Medoh and ends up injuring Link. They might stare into each other’s eyes for a few moments too long.