#SO DRY. so dry! and idk if that's the aftermath of a reaction or if it's just like

[apuzzledprince]

me, supposed to be avoiding nuts all together until i can afford to know for sure im allergic or not: hmm, but what if im not allergic and im just avoiding them for no reason. im certain if i eat this thing i wont react. [reacts]

[purrincess-chat]

2, 8, 22, 24

2. A character whose pov you're currently exploring

I've mentioned before, but I've recently branched into writing for the Legend of Zelda fandom. I've been writing a fic that takes place post-breath of the wild, but pre-tears of the kingdom kind of bridging the gap there. It's mostly from Zelda's pov, so I've been having fun exploring that because the setting is so vastly different to ML and Zelda herself is unlike any character I've written before. It's been fun. As for ML, I'm working on a few fics from Adrien's pov lately and dissecting him like a bug. (pun intended)

8. If you had to write a sequel to a fic, you'd write one for...

I'm doing that too! I'm literally writing a sequel fic to Marinette Dupain-Cheng's Spite Playlist right now! It follows the aftermath of Adrien finding out his father was Hawkmoth when they defeated him and how Adrien recuperates and works through his childhood trauma and establishes his own identity in the world.

22. Do you ever worry about public reaction to what you're writing? How do you get past that?

Considering I was once an avid salt-fic writer in peak salt time, I don't know that I ever have worried about public reaction XD But I think that just boils down to personality and personal philosophy. I fundamentally understand that not everyone is for me, and I'm not for everyone. If someone doesn't like something I've written (and there have been people who definitely haven't jived with what I've written), then they don't have to read it. But ultimately I just write what I want to see and read, so idc if no one else likes it bc I do. I also don't tend to write things that are too controversial or dealing with anything too egregiously heavy. I suppose Adrien's Playlist may tote the line just dealing with his mental health issues and trauma, but even that isn't too dark I would say. So, on that front, I can't really help if that's your dilemma. But I'd say fandom is pretty robust with the idea of don't like, don't read, and anyone seriously bullying someone for writing completely normal fanfic tends to get backlash more than the writer they're bullying. Bc it's just rude.

So, idk if that really helps you any. I've just always kind of not given a fuck, so I just do what I want...

24. How do you recharge when you're not feeling creative?

Oooo so this question really depends on the reason. But in general I'd say give yourself some space from what you're working on. Go for a walk, take a few days off, see your friends and family. Walk completely away from it for a brief period of time. When you come back, read back over what you had and try to find the spot that is tripping you up or holding you back and identify why. Is it because you've written yourself into a corner? Do you not know what happens next? Do you just not like the current direction of the story? The reason behind it will determine how you move forward. If you've written yourself into a corner or just don't like what you have, cut a chunk from what you've recently written back to a point where you can take it a new direction. You don't have to delete it, just paste that somewhere else and try something else. Maybe take time to plan out what happens next, even minimally. Skip ahead to the next thing you can picture and fill in the gap later.

If, on the other hand, your issue isn't so much writer's block, but just a lack of drive to create at all, take a break. Maybe you're stressed and need to decompress for a while. When I find myself in dry patches for ideas, I find it helpful to consume other forms of media or literature that are completely unrelated to what I'm working on. Sometimes we get stuck in a rut when we are surrounded by the same things all the time and our brains just need a little something different to spark new ideas. I find that flipping between LoZ and ML is a good thing for me because the two are so different from one another.

My issues as of late is not so much lack of creativity as it is lack of time to be creative, which sometimes you just have to power through. I chose to go to grad school, so this is really on me.

[jorstar]

👉👈Can I tell y'all what I did today and overshare?

I got up at 6:25 and hit the snooze button till 10 mins b4 I had to b at work like I always do <3teehee and I used dry shampoo on my hair bc I didn't want to take a shower yesterday

I drove to work and listened to the new svt album and was like damn ok game boi game boi game boi I guess

I put on my apron and noticed that the necklace I literally got yesterday fell off sometime between home and getting to work retraced my steps a lil since then and never found it last place It could b cuz I didn't rlly look there is my yard

Had a 4 hr shift today which I never really get days so short but it was relatively uneventful work day

I bought salmon to cook for dinner and some other stuff like I finally bought some flowers to put in my window planter thats been empty but one of them wouldn't scan so I was like well ok whatever free flowers 4 me I guess >:]

looked for my necklace in parking lot on way out and couldn't find it 🙁

Put stuff away when I got home and finally washed dishes that I've been putting off for like a week

Put some kimchi ramen in the microwave

Wondered if I should do laundry and then noticed I had a little blood stain on my sheets so i washed pillow cases along w other stuff

Ate ramen while watching yt on tv and felt really dizzy and light headed occasionally while eating and it was really fuckin weird

Watched stuff on the whole Steven crowder h3 podcast whatever and by that I mean like watching the reactions from the various leftist youtubers I dabble in

Put out trash for garbage man tomorrow I usually put it out every other week bc I don't accumulate a lot by myself but I threw out some nasty expired milk the other day and don't want it stinking up my bin in the hot sun

Watched the new loona trailer w miss lip and was like

Put clean sheets and stuff back on my bed and folded clothes. just folded! Not put away fuck that

Went and got mail and got some ad and threw it away. shouldve got my city bill by now wtf

Wiped down my bathroom counter (and why that's relevant will be clear in due time friend)

Lil TMI incoming but I put in my diva cup it's my second period using it so I'm still in the learning process

Got nakey, put on spotify and took a shower

Got dressed after, put up my hair, washed my hands and cleaned my ears as too get ready for the ritual to come...

Sooo uuuh I pierced both my ears w those disposable kits like I KNOW I KNOW I KNOW bad idea o mine but here I am sitting writing this in the aftermath what's done is done

So then I started preparing dinner while thinking hmmm earlobe be throbbing a lil but I am just so giddy and excited about it

This is my 2nd time making salmon in the oven and Its actually surprising how easy it is..I love salmon

I eat da salmon w broccoli

I drink da water cuz my Google research says u need ta stay hydrated for healthy piercing process o_o

I think about for the 573475th time this week how much I want a cat or dog

I watch more YouTube then get to this point where I feel like I did a lot today and need to revel in the little things a bit and type it all out lmao I never make posts on here then I go and do this shit idk I think today was one of those days where I felt unfiltered like when youre sleep deprived or something but I really would like to post on Tumblr more definitely not to the extent I've shown here but yeah

Now I'm probably going to get ready for bed and watch shit on my iPad until I decide it's bedtime since my shift starts at 5am tomorrow

[reactivebangtan]

vision // kth.

REQUEST: ALSO omg so adding to how much i’m in love with you i was wondering if you’d do a taehyung reaction (or all of them or some of them OR WHOEVER YOU CHOOSE) where you struggle with night terrors or sleep paralysis (or something along those lines??) and just like the process of him helping you during the late hours? idk if that even made sense cjdjsksk REQUESTED BY: @viatae WARNINGS: none! NOTES: taehyung is otw to soothe your fears with his dreamy dulcet tones asap

you never hated nighttime, but you’d grown to have a particular disliking for that short period of time within it that carried you between sleep. maybe it was the fact that you’d always found the dark to be eerie and haunting in a way you can’t explain. maybe it was the possibilities it held or what could possibly be lurking within, or perhaps the endlessness of it -- how frozen it seemed, motionless and still. or, maybe it was nights like these.

you can’t remember the bulk of your dream or if any of it even made sense, but you remember the feeling of being watched, of being followed, of something just over your shoulder. maybe it was all in your head, just a figment of your imagination, but the fear and the panic were real -- it settled into your bones and ached in your chest, until you could feel it trembling down to your fingertips and constricting the very air you breathe. and, most would find that opening their eyes in the midst of a nightmare was relieving, a thank god it wasn’t real, but as you stared up at the ceiling and could feel the numbness crawling under your skin as you laid stiffly, you knew no relief was coming for you. not when the primal fear to run ran like ice through your veins as your eyes settled on the dark, skulking figure stood in the farthest corner of your room, and your body refused to move. the logical side of your brain supplied that it wasn’t real, that you’ve experienced this before, but something about seeing it there made you panic -- maybe it’d had a part in your dream, maybe some part of your brain supplied that that was what had been breathing down your back, but none of it seemed to matter. all you knew was that you were afraid and it was moving closer and god, you couldn’t tell if the chill that prickled along your skin amidst the silence was from it or something else entirely. you wanted to scream, to tell it to go away, to ask it what it wanted, but even if you could you knew you’d get no response. there was something so much scarier about it moving so slowly, instead of simply charging at you; the tension made you feel as if it had all the time in the world to catch you, because it knew it would get you eventually, even if you could run. and, by the time it stopped at your bedside, it still didn’t reach out to you, didn’t touch you, but simply watched. wide eyes took in the way it leaned over you, and you swore you could hear it breathing, though you had no idea if it was looking back -- if it even acknowledged you. the closer it got the louder that eerie sound of it breathing became, and all you wanted to do was scream, to cry, to hide beneath the blankets like a child. and, finally, when you swore you could feel that breath on you, all the tension that had built up in your body snapped and released in one shrill, deafening scream and a sudden jerk of your body. the mattress beneath you shook with the sheer force of it, but you made no notice of it -- it felt like the world itself was trembling around you, after all. ❝ y/n?! ❞ your brain recognized the voice, but couldn’t register it completely, still held too tightly in the clutch of your most recent night terror. the tremors that shook your body were damn near violent, and you felt as if you could claw your own skin off with the need to rid yourself of this feeling that seems to have sunk its teeth into your very being. ❝ babe? hey, you’re okay -- i’m right here. ❞ the warmth that blanketed you was almost foreign, as if you’d forgotten what even a semblance of comfort had felt like, until the smell of his cologne reminded you that you weren’t alone -- you were never alone. he continued to remind you with the gentle tug of his hands against your form until you fell into his embrace, and the way his fingers dug into your skin to keep you still, tucking you beneath his chin and humming so you felt him even in the vibrations across your skin. ❝ you’re okay, ❞ taehyung repeated, his tone soft but his voice firm. ❝ i��ve got you. ❞ as he continued to murmur ‘ i’m right here ’ and ‘ everything’s okay ’ into your hair, you felt the tremors begin to subside, though that same primal fear remained nestled in your chest. the smoothness of his baritone voice dripped over you like honey, slow and sultry and comforting in a way that you’ve only ever found in his company. the singer was always so careful with you, gently rocking you back and forth until even the quickened beating of your heart subsided, and humming along to a tune stuck in his head when his words ran dry and he could feel you relaxing against him. ❝ i’m sorry, ❞ you’d finally break your own silence, your voice revealing the remaining shake that had embedded itself into your bones. ❝ i hate that i keep -- ❞ your voice breaks, your breath skipping in your throat, the sound reminiscent to the aftermath of recklessly crying. ❝ -- that i keep doing this. i know you’re -- i know you’re tired. ❞ taehyung hums in agreement, laying his cheek to rest atop your head as he continues rubbing his hand soothingly up and down your arm, supporting all of your weight effortlessly as he drags you farther into his lap.  ❝ you’re tired, too, right? ❞ even though he asks, he doesn’t wait for even a simple nod. ❝ it’s not like you’re doing it on purpose... it must be scary. ❞ ❝ it’s terrifying, ❞ your reply comes breathlessly, and you subconsciously burrow deeper into his embrace as you recall the terror you’d experienced only moments beforehand. ❝ well, you’ve got me! i’ll protect you. ❞ you don’t see it, but he smiles when you nuzzle your head into his chest and grip his bicep with all the strength your sleepy body has to offer, because that is answer enough for him. ❝ do you want me to sing to you, until you fall asleep? i’ve had a frank sinatra song stuck in my head all day... i won’t sound as good, but you might like to hear it. ❞ a quiet ‘ please ’ is met by another sleepy exclamation of ‘ and, you always sound good, tae ’, before you’re allowing your lashes to flutter shut in anticipation of listening to his latest lullaby. your last thoughts are floating somewhere amongst the stars by the end of it as his voice carries you away on a whim, and suddenly the night doesn’t seem so terrifying when he sings it like that. fly me to the moon, let me play among the stars, let me see what spring is like on jupiter and mars in other words, hold my hand