#Thank you Evelyn who reblogged this to a community

[noodle-shenaniganery]

Hello! You can call me Noodle. I have Fox to thank for that nickname.

Please stop sending me Gaza aid requests. I tried, but I do not have the resources to vet them all and it is really negatively impacting my mental health. I have donated to several fundraisers and aid organizations, but I can’t do the ask thing anymore.

Please, please, please, if you can, write to your senators to urge them to support the No Kings Act. The link I embedded is free, simple, and easy to follow. Millions of lives are at stake.

If you know why @bear-owo and @mentallyillanimal deactivated their accounts, I would appreciate being told.

Here is a list of reasons to live, if you’re struggling to find some. Here is a list of hotlines. Here is a self-care masterpost. I’m always here as a friendly stranger, if needed.

Here are some helpful posts if you’re struggling with handling the election results.

Here is a list of genuinely useful life hacks.

Here is a sex ed masterpost.

Here is a really cool bookstore that focuses on diverse stories.

Do you feed your pet Blue Buffalo? Please don’t.

About Me

I am nonbinary and neptunic (or lesbian, if that makes more sense, though I’m also likely some flavor of aro/ace?), and anything other than she/her pronouns are fine with me.

I am white, trilingual (Portuguese, Spanish, and English, though I’m learning ASL), and from Brazil. 🇧🇷 Oi, gente!

I am also autistic, and have *breathes in dramatically* social anxiety disorder, generalized anxiety disorder, major depressive disorder, obsessive-compulsive disorder, trichotillomania, dermatillomania, and maladaptive daydreaming issues (it isn’t officially a disorder yet). I am able-bodied and have relatively low support needs.

As you may be able to tell, I don’t really have that good of a sense of what is and isn’t private, so I’ll probably answer any questions you may have! Ask away if you feel like it!

My special interests are: snakes, atypical psychology, Greek mythology, and Egyptian mythology. I also like horror as a genre, as well as art in general.

Some more specific things I like, though, include The Owl House, Extraordinary Attorney Woo, She-Ra and the Princesses of Power, Five Nights At Freddy’s, Heartbreak High, Heartstopper, Young Royals, Gravity Falls, Red, White, And Royal Blue, Nimona, Last Week Tonight with John Oliver, Melanie Martinez, Sub Urban, Jack Stauber, and Evelyn Evelyn. Feel free to rant to me about any of these!

Warnings

Since I am autistic, I struggle with social interactions and understanding things. I would appreciate patience.

If I make mistakes, please tell me! Also, I swear I am pretty much never trying to be rude, offensive, or insulting, even if it seems that way. If I say something wrong/bigoted/misleading, please let me know! If my blog isn’t accessible, please let me know how I can improve it (I try to include image descriptions on most of my own images, though unfortunately I struggle with adding them to others’). This is meant to be a safe space. :D

Interactions

I love interacting with folks on here! If you ever want to send me a message, or an ask, or a vent, feel free to do so!

I reblog, like… a lot.

I swear occasionally. Not that often, though.

I don’t technically have much of a tagging system, though I do tag posts that involve someone needing help with “help help help” and asks with “ask ask ask ask”.

Terminology Stuff

To avoid misunderstandings, this is how I use certain terms (and honestly, the only ways they should be used):

Nonspeaking - Not able to reliably communicate through speech (long-term).

Nonverbal - Not able to reliably communicate through speech, and sometimes words (long-term).

A lot of people who cannot speak use this term, and it’s important to respect their preferences.

Important posts about these: https://www.tumblr.com/five-thousand-loaves-of-bread/712714609459593216/my-frustration-with-going-nonverbalnonspeaking

https://www.tumblr.com/five-thousand-loaves-of-bread/755083096785813504/wish-people-actually-respect-me-respect-my

Delusion - A clinically recognisable belief held by an individual who cannot be convinced otherwise, even though the belief is objectively false.

Psychotic - Experiencing psychosis: experiencing things disconnected from reality on a clinical level.

Psychopath - Someone who has Anti-Social Personality Disorder (term has a complex history, though).

Narcissist - Someone who has Narcissistic Personality Disorder.

Do Not Interact List

I don’t really have a DNI list. Just like. Don’t be mean? If you send me something mean, I will likely not be significantly bothered by it.

I am not trying to start fights. If you are trying to start a fight, and not a genuine discussion, please leave.

I do not tolerate hate against my mutuals of any kind. If you are mean to them, respectfully, please get out.

[enchantedchocolatebars]

The very kind and very talented @queenspinoodle tagged me in this writing game! 💖 ✏️ 💕 ✍️ 💟 (THANK U!!!)

1. What motivates you to write?

My love for writing does! ❤️ ✏️ As a writer, I have stories to tell and headcanons to share. I wanna make myself happy with them! Also, the works of others motivate me too. Whenever I see a really good fic or writing piece online, I go, "Wow, what this person wrote was SO amazing that I want to write my own amazing thing!"

2. A line/short snippet of your writing that you are most proud of; if not, share a line from someone else's work that you love (just make sure to give credit

Not only am I gonna share a snippet, I'm also gonna explain why I'm so proud of it.

Here it is:

... Brown eyes begin to sparkle at that fact. Caleb had no idea! He casts a smile down at his mother’s stomach, giving it a light pat.

“I’m so glad God decided to gift you to us, Philip,” Caleb “speaks” to his little brother.

The corners of his mouth soften.

“I can’t wait to see you.”

This is from the short, canon divergent story I wrote titled "A New Addition".

In this scene, a (I'll say 5 since I didn't state his age in the story, but you can tell he's a small child) year old Caleb has just been told by his mother where baby's come from. Heaven! They're gifts from gods (her words).

The reason I'm so proud of this piece is because I love how sweet and sincere I made Little Caleb at the end. He's just so grateful that God gave Philip as a gift to him and his family and he can't wait to see / meet him. 🥹

It shows how Caleb has always loved Philip (even in his unborn baby state).

3. Which OC makes you smile when you think/talk about them and what are they like?

Uh, CLARA EVELYN CLAWTHORNE !!! 💞 🫶🥹 💕

I LOVE HER SO MUCH (SO DOES HER BIRDIE AND HUSBAND)! 💓 💓 💓

She's a hyperactive, carefree witch who's fun-loving and adventurous. She's also very kind and caring.

4. Which process of writing do you enjoy the most?

Coming up with ideas and writing them down.

5. Which part of writing do you think you're best at? (Stroke your own ego, it's okay)

I think I'm best at making my audience have a good time! My writing, for the most part, is always fun and exciting. You'll never be bored when you read my stuff.

6. What is something in the writeblr community that is most enjoyable?

THE POSITIVITY POSTS THAT PEOPLE MAKE!!! I LOVE REBLOGGING THEM!!! I love how uplifting they are. Whenever I'm feeling down about my work, I go back to read them. They kinda inspire me to maybe make my own writer positivity blog. Maybe one day.😌

7. A writing tool/device that helps you with writing (i.e. text-to-speech, a program, etc...)

THE GOOGLES.

8. A piece of world-building that you like in your own story (it could be the magic system, a particular place, a law, etc...)

I don't really create my own worlds, but I do like adding a sense of cartooniness / cartoon logic to existing ones lol.

9. What piece of advice would you give to encourage others to write if they are having a rough patch?

No matter what. <3 I know I won't. 😋

10. Tag some people whose work you love/ have been your biggest supporters

Easy:

@queenspinoodle

@princessrainbowpastel

@elusive---ivory

@angelcloves

@ren-c-leyn

@nightsoulvixen (I'm not sure if you write Roya, but you're always supporting me and I ❤️ you for that. <3)

[quilloftheclouds]

beep bop I’m an anon from writeblr and I’d like to know your favorite writeblrs? here’s a chance to give them a compliment to make their day. ☀️

hhhhhhhnnnnnnn I HAVE SO MANY BUT NOT ENOUGH ENERGY TO COMPLIMENT EVERYONE. But I’ve been wanting to make a post like this for a while, so thank you for the excuse! I’ll leave a list of an absolute ton of marvelous folks at the bottom, but here’s a few that I’ve had the wonderful opportunity to interact with more!! (In no particular order~ ^^)

@pens-swords-stuff ONE OF THE FIRST WRITEBLRS I FOLLOWED. Undine should be like… a staple of every writeblr’s follow list. This lovely has a friendliness and compassion that knows no bounds, hosts so many supportive writeblr events, has masterful writing that inspires awe, and has so much heckin’ good advice stuck in that there brain of hers that I dunno if she’s even human anymore.

@mvcreates Also one of the first on my following list! Mina has jaw-dropping gorgeous art and graphics, handles her writeblr like an elegant professional, has a poetic type of writing so deeply steeped with symbolism that it makes me faint it’s so good (and such a personal inspiration!! WOW I WISH I had an eighth the skill), is honestly one of the main blocks of writeblr’s foundation with how much she reblogs and reviews other people’s comments, and is just genuinely such a generally fantastic person!

@lady-redshield-writes Lady Red’s writing. I just. It’s indescribable how heckin’ stellar, amazing, gorgeous? Marvelous, wonderful, brilliant, INSPIRATIONAL it is. Lady Red your skills should be illegal what the heck??? STARS ABOVE I have learned SO MUCH from reading your writing, you convey character and environment and worldbuilding in such a fluid and engaging way it is just. Magnificent. Holy stars. AND IN ADDITION TO THAT. Lady Red is one of the biggest rebloggers of other people’s content in the community, and leaves the most bestest of thoughtful comments! This writeblr has literally been the reason behind why I found so many of my favourite wips~

@abalonetea I remember being afraid of interacting with Katie because I was so intimidated by her absolutely masterful manipulation of words and fonts and sentence structure and I just. I was so in awe of her ability to do so much, so well, that I actually didn’t start interacting with her until a fair length of time after I started my writeblr. ^^’ But stars am I glad I did. Not only? Is Katie’s writing and worldbuilding and art just gorgeous and breathtaking and thousands of other wonderful adjectives, but she’s??? Such a genuinely nice person??? The events she hosts are so lovely for the community, too!!

@bookenders 🌵 friend!! Gorgeous writing. Wonderful worldbuilding. Adorable and relatable and marvelously well developed characters. Absolutely amazing poetry and prose both. And such!! A fun and kind and friendly and lovely person to talk to!! Enders is on a bit of a hiatus at the current moment, but they have so much content already up that I highly recommend you take a peek at!

@livvywrites FUN FACT. I WAS ACTUALLY. SO INTIMIDATED BY THE VAST AMOUNT OF WORLDBUILDING AND DEEP LORE THAT YOU HAD FOR YOUR WIPS. THAT I didn’t interact for a good long while. Why. I dunno. I am so heckin’ thankful I did though. Beautiful writing, stellar characters (who I’m love too much), worldbuilding that is so heckin’ deep that Livvy must be spying on a parallel dimension or something because it’s just so amazingly well thought out. And such!! A wonderfully creative, brilliant, kindhearted soul that is just so genuinely fun to chat with~

@dove-actually I’ve only really recently been reading into Dove’s writing but! I can already tell that it is all spectacular. I heckin’!!! LOVE DOVE’S CHARACTERS SO MUCH. Her worldbuilding is absolutely GLORIOUS, her dialogue is hilarious and emotional both, it’s just!! So amazing!!! And that’s not mentioning anything about how fantabulously supportive this lovely is! Dove leaves the most thoughtful and caring comments, and is just such an inspirationally kind and delightful person. 💖

@dogwrites A brilliantly clever and creative writer who knows just perfectly how to tear your heart out and throw it to the wolves (shh puns). Dog’s writing is so chock full of glorious description and inspirational characterization and I just. I need to find time to read more of it ahhhhHHHHH. BUT IT’S SERIOUSLY SO GOOD. And Dog’s aesthetics and graphic edits are always beautiful and so wonderfully fitting, too, ahhhh. AND DOG ALWAYS LEAVES THE NICEST AND MOST IN-DEPTH COMMENTS HOLY STARS. Anyways. Go read Dog’s stuff. Yeah.

@ardawyn Oh my stars!!! SOPHIE’S DESCRIPTION. MAKES ME CRY IT’S SO VIVID AND GORGEOUS AND I CAN ALWAYS FEEL RIGHT LIKE I’M THERE. I love it so so much. And then!! Her characters are lovely, so full of personality and just!! Her writing style is just so elegant and beautiful to read and I just. I love her writing so much mate ahhh. AND THEN HER GRAPHICS???? [Insert ten page essay about why they’re so amazing here.] The colouring the textures the images the formats, how well they all fit. Her aesthetic edits are simply a dream. And that’s not even mentioning how SUPPORTIVE and KIND and FRIENDLY this lovely is!! Her comments give me LIFE. I loveeeee

ANYWAYS YEAH. That’s a lotta text and I wanna actually finish this at some point, so unfortunately that’s gonna be all for this time in terms of the longer comments. Sorry folks. ^^’ I still love all of you immensely, though. Here’s some more absolute inspirations to both me and I’m certain a whole huge part of the writeblr community!

@ditzysworld @tenacious-scripturient @waterfallwritings @milkyway-writes @roselinproductions @royalbounties @stardustscribes @sunlight-and-starskies @reeseweston @holotones @surroundedbypearls @erinnharper @llesbianwrites @radley-writes @vhum @half-explored @emdrabbles @evelyns-spilled-tea @cirianne @popovs @chauceryfairytales @eluari @beanenigma And many others I’m likely forgetting!

I know I don’t interact much with some of you (I just... love too many people’s stuff for the free time I have in a day >n

[summahsunlight]

We Belong the Stars, Ch. 29

Rating: Mature (18+ only)

Pairings: Poe/Skywalker!OC

Characters: Poe Dameron, Leia Organa, BB-8, Kaleb Skywalker (OC), Evelyn Skywalker (OC), Karé Kun, Iolo Arana, Snap Wexley, Jessika Pava, BB-8

Taglist: @ms-dont-care​, @liadamerondjarin​

Taglist is open! Just send me an ask, message, or comment here to be added!  Like reading this? Please feel free to leave a comment on the post, in an ask, or even a reblog. I LOVE TO HEAR FROM YOU❤️

Poe sat hunched over the controls of the Mirror Bright while it flew towards Kaddak. He couldn't stop thinking about Evelyn, the danger she was in and if they didn't get to her before the First Order.  She'd disappear--Kylo Ren and Snoke would make sure of that.  If only she had given him more time back on Canto Bright to think of a plan...

Kaleb pat him on the shoulder, encouragingly before sitting down in the co-pilot's seat. "Aunt Leia wants us to debrief once we pull out of hyperspace.  Seems Dane and Rennick found some information for us."

"Great," Poe mumbled, rubbing his temples. "He must be dancing with glee to stick it to me for allowing Evelyn to be captured."

"I wouldn't say dancing," Kaleb replied. "Kaydel did say he was strutting around a bit more though..."

Raising his head, Poe glared at him. "Really? You're going to joke at a time like this?"

Sighing, Kaleb nodded. "Yes, because if I don't try to lighten the mood--the tension is going to choke us."

Poe closed his eyes.  Kaleb had a valid point.  The tension had been thick since Black Squadron had returned to D'Qar without Evelyn.  "I'm sorry," he said, suddenly.

Kaleb groaned, softly.  "Dameron, we've been through this--I don't blame you for what happened.  Evelyn tricked you, you were left with no choice but to let her go."

"I made a promise to you--to keep her safe. I broke that promise."

"We both know it was a ridiculously hard promise to keep--she was flying in your squadron after all."

BB-8 chirped some encouraging words; Poe sighed and nodded, trying to remain hopeful. It was hard though, when they were flying towards one of the most lawless places in the galaxy.  The Resistance wasn't going to give them much clout on Kaddak.  Black Squadron was on stand by if Poe and Kaleb didn't report in 24 hours that they had Evelyn, but even then Poe wasn't sure his pilots would be of much help. 

Kaleb's brow furrowed in concern for his friend.  Poe was usually the optimistic one.  Something was eating at him, and it was more than just Evelyn being caught.  "You couldn't have known that Oddy was the mole.  He was your friend; he was always concerned when Black Squadron was away and now that I think about it, when Evelyn was grounded, he spent a lot of time with her." Maybe we should have known... 

Poe shook his head to clear his thoughts. "It's not that.  Oddy was blackmailed into betraying us because Terex felt it was fine to threatening someone Oddy loved.  Well, whose to say that won't happen to one of us? What if the whole reason that Evelyn was taken was so you and Leia could be blackmailed? Or me?"

"She wasn't taken to manipulate my aunt or myself or even you--she was taken to be turned into a weapon."

"Why? Because turning Ben into a mass murderer wasn't enough?"

Instantly, Poe regretted those words when he saw the anguish flash through Kaleb's blue eyes.  Ben's fall to the dark side had ripped the Skywalkers and Solos apart and while most of the galaxy thought that Ben had died that night at the Temple--Poe was one of the few that knew he hadn't.  He'd been on Yavin the night it happened--his father had been with him when the found an injured Kaleb and Evelyn, stumbled across Sela's body--Poe had also been present when Kaleb and Evelyn made the terrible confirmation that it had been Ben that led the uprising, Ben that had murdered their mother.  Everything had crumbled after that. "I'm sorry, that was... that was insensitive..."

Kaleb smiled, sadly, and shook his head. "What? It's true, isn't it?  Snoke poisoned Ben into believing that the Jedi were evil and he needed to kill every last one of us.  He turned Ben into what he is now--if there's anything left of my cousin at all."

Poe glanced away, briefly. "It wasn't your fault--just like it wasn't Evelyn's or you father's. Your family needs to stop blaming themselves for the choices that Ben made."

"You sound like Lando--he said the same things to my aunt and uncle."

"Well--you have to admit we might be on to something."

BB-8 chirped that they were pulling out of hyperspace.  Poe turned in his chair and effortless guided the ship towards the planet's surface. They had located a spot far outside of the city to land, away from the prying eyes of criminals.  Luckily here no one really checked who was coming in and out of the system--it was essential if they wanted to keep up the illegal business.  Poe put the Mirror Bright down near a cave and shut the ship down. "Let's get in touch with Dane and Rennick."

Kaleb sighed and nodded, submitting Dane's comm code.  The spy appeared looking smug as usual. "I see you've managed to keep yourselves alive."

Poe resisted the urge to roll his eyes. "We just arrived."

"Ah, so there's still time for you to piss off one of the many gangs here, Dameron."

"Do you have anything for us or did you just want us to call to taunt me, Dane?"

"As fun as that would be--we actually do you have information for you."

"And?"

Dane pursed his lips, realizing that Poe wasn't in the mood to play along.  "Terex runs a gang out of Kaddak.  He has a compound on the planet--after you left, Oddy contacted us again, giving us security codes to enter the compound, safely." 

Rennick appeared in the holo projection then. "Commander, we don't have to tell you how dangerous these men are--if you and Captain Skywalker are caught--well, it was nice knowing you."

Poe sighed and nodded, curtly.  Black Squadron had been in some nasty places in the last few months, but nothing compared to the dangers he was facing here with Kaleb.  But he needed to rescue Evelyn, and he needed to get her back D'Qar safely.  So, if he had to go charging into a compound swarming with gang members--he was going to do it. "We'll contact you if we need anything," he sad, reaching to shut the communication done.

"Wait!" Rennick stopped him. "Remember, if we don't hear from you in twenty-four hours, we're sending Black Squadron and our best special operations forces in, got it, Commander?"

"Got it," Poe said, shutting the communication down. He glanced at Kaleb and sighed, "In case those codes don't work--any thoughts on how to break into a gang stronghold?"

----

Evelyn hated waiting and she decided that she particularly hated waiting to die.  Because that was the only way this was going to turn out once Terex handed her over to Hux and Kylo Ren--she wouldn't give them what they wanted--she wouldn't turn to the dark side, she couldn't tell them where her father had gone. Once they realized she was worthless to them, she had no doubt that the Supreme Leader would have her executed. And he would probably have Ben to it since he had failed the first time the night the Temple fell. 

Hearing heavy footsteps near her cell, Evelyn glanced up to see Terex smiling at her.  He unlocked the door and stepped inside, brandishing a bottle and two glasses of wine. "Care to join me for a drink, my dear?"

"Do I have much of a choice?" Evelyn countered, glaring at him.

"I'm not going to force the wine down your throat if that's what your asking," Terex replied, closing the cell door behind him.  He sat down in the small chair kitty-cornered from her cot. 

"I'll pass, thanks."

"Relax, my dear. According to General Hux you've been bestowed a great honor to meet the Supreme Leader."

"I think General Hux and I have different opinions of what construes as a great honor," Evelyn snapped.

Terex chuckled and poured himself and Evelyn a glass of wine.  When she looked reluctant to take it, he grinned. "Now, Miss Skywalker, why would I put poison in this?  Like we discussed earlier--you are worth a lot of money to me, my dear."

Evelyn glared at him but still didn't take the wine. "I hope they're happy you bombed a city street to get me."

"Actually, that wasn't me; seems there are a few turf wars going on between arms dealers.  That was an assassination attempt--I just got lucky."

"And if the bombs had killed me?"

"Well then, I suspect the First Order would have dealt with the arms dealer that took their prize from them."

"Believe me, I'm not a prize to them--they view me as another weapon." 

Grinning, Terex sipped his wine. Once again he held the other glass out to her. "See? Not poison."  He delighted when she took his offering and sniffed it, just to make sure.  "I think you and I could have had a beautiful friendship, Miss Skywalker, if circumstances were different."

Curiously, Evelyn stared at him. "Friendship? You were hired by the First Order to kidnap me, attempted to kill my friends... and you think we could have had a friendship?"

Terex nodded. "We're not so different, you and I, Miss Skywalker."

Evelyn glared. "Please. Elaborate."

"Neither of us are a fan of the First Order."

"If that's the case, why are you working for them?"

He shrugged. "I needed the money.  Business has been difficult since your family dismantled the Empire."

She rolled her eyes. "Well, I'm so sorry about that."

Terex put his glass down and leaned forward in his seat.  He took her chin in his hand, less aggressively than she anticipated. "Your family should have had the foresight to realize that the Emperor wouldn't leave ways for his Empire to return--for him to return."

Evelyn felt a cold dread run through her.  Long before Ben's fall to the dark side and the destruction of the Temple, her mother had worried about the possible return of the Empire--Sela had specifically cited that there had already been factions of it breaking off before the Battle of Yavin.  "The Emperor is dead.  My grandfather killed him."

"So the First Order would like you to think," Terex said, standing. He hovered over her. "The Republic is nothing but a facade, my dear." 

"The Senate would never..." Evelyn started to say, until she felt a tingly sensation forming in her limbs. "What...what did you...what did you do to me?"

"Just a little something to relax you my dear," the First Order agent replied, holding a small needle up. He'd distracted her just enough to inject her with the drug. "Now, don't fight it, Miss Skywalker--that will only make it worse."

If she had wanted to fight it, there was no way that she could--already Evelyn could feel the drug taking affect. "Bastard," she managed to snarl just before the ship faded away to darkness.

[ecririe]

writeblr intro

hi! i’ve been contemplating about making a writeblr for a while now and i finally set it up! so i thought i’d introduce myself to the community i’m already very impressed by:

my name is ayna and i am a 16 year old student based in germany about to start uni in a month, double majoring in philosophy and english. here is my about page !! i read all kinds of books (have been in an endless classics loop lately tho) and write ya fiction and poetry, (plug incoming: you can get my first poetry chapbook here) i have too many projects to list them all below, so i have a page dedicated to all of them. feel free to check it out !

i have three ‘major’ novel wips at the moment, with individual pages for each, but i will put their summaries under the cut, so please take a look !! (pls note: all titles are not final. i usually don’t name my novels so i just came up with something) along with some writeblrs i’ve followed and have greatly inspired me to make one myself !!

apart from that, please like/reblog to spread the word (esp if you’re a writeblr !! i’ll make sure to follow) and i can’t wait to get to know you all !!!

before i annoy you all with my summaries, here are my inspirations !! @hazeywrites @ivonoris @acheloides @lavenderas @omgbrekkerkaz @delphwrites i’m sure all of those who read this follow them already so it’s no use shouting them out but if any of you happen to read this, please know that i really love all of your wips and am greatly motivated by them !

come and save me - She has been suffering for too long. Her family doesn’t seem to notice the darkness within her, and even going to school is not exactly helpful either. It is only when Evan shows up, a friend who comforts her, a creation of hers, that she begins to change for the better. It is only when she loses control that she begins to doubt her own mind, particularly the imaginary embodiment of it, of which she is the cause. also a very cheeky wlw subplot

project x -  All Lux has is this letter that says that she isn’t herself, but changes to someone else every eight days, embodying the soul of someone who has deceased during that period. The letter was signed by Evelyne, someone who had been protecting her from what appears to be no one else but the entire world. And in this very letter, Evelyne - her only guardian - predicts that she will be dead by the time this letter is in Lux's hands.

othella - S very conceptual work, a book made entirely of movie scripts. Here is what I wrote in my notes that inspired me to create this: a mixture of old and modern. keeping the good and starting a revolution. being torn apart by the constant change of the world and leaving the past with a fleeting kiss.

if you’ve read through all of this, thank you so much!!! feel free to check out the wip pages i’ve linked to each of them! although i admit i’m not the best at summarising, your interest really means the world to me. 

[fhujami]

Do not cross the line | Chapter 17 [Sam Drake x Reader]

AU - Sam and reader works in the marketing communication office

Pairing: Samuel Drake x reader

Tags: @missdictatorme  @ruaiori @jaheesvorson @dragonjedihobbit @theoniprince @ikikime @mynameismono @souls-rain @samsassinparvismagna    

A/N: This is short and kinda random. But I have now clear thoughts how this story will continue ^^ Feedback and comments are always appreciated, thank you all who had liked and reblogged this ♥

Chapter 1 - 9 - Chapter 10 - Chapter 11 - Chapter 12 - Chapter 13 - Chapter 14 - Chapter 15 - Chapter 16 - Chapter 17 - Chapter 18 - Chapter 19 - Chapter 20 ->

You couldn't stop thinking about Evelyn and that ‘family issues’ they mentioned in the note on the door of the bakery.

So in the Sunday morning, you walked on the street, heading to Evelyn’s place. You had visited them many times, and you send them a message can you stop by because you were worried.

You choose to take a small flower bouquet to Evelyn to cheer her up, even you had no idea what had happened.

When you waited behind their door so they would open the door, you got a really bad feeling on your stomach.

When the door slowly got open, you noticed it was Evelyn’s husband Eric opening the door. The man looked tired, and it looked like he’s been crying.

“Hey Y/N. Come in.” - he stepped away from the door, letting you slip inside.

You greeted him and walked into the living room, seeing how Evelyn was sitting on the couch, candle burning on the coffee table and a framed picture next to it.

The bad feeling on your stomach only grew when you walked closer, hearing Evelyn’s small sniffs while she wiped her eyes with a napkin.

The picture on the table was their son’s, Matthew’s army picture, and you were sure you knew what had happened.

You put the flowers down on the table, sitting down next to Evelyn, placing your hand on her shoulder.

She turned to look at you with red eyes which poured tears, and you swallowed the lump away from your throat when you felt how you were going to start to cry too.

“Matthew…” - she whimpered, lower lip trembling hard when the rest of the words got stuck in her throat.

You wrapped your hands around her, making her head to lay on your shoulder, hugging her tight as she started heartbreaking cry.

Eric stood next to the couch, looking how you comforted her wife as he tried to hold back his tears when they had lost their own child.

After Evelyn calmed down a little, they made some coffee, the three of you sitting in the kitchen, drinking coffee, few homemade cookies on the table.

“I’m sorry we won’t have anything else to offer.” - Evelyn apologizes, offering you the plate with the cookies.

“Is fine Evelyn.” - you took one cookie from the plate, taking a bite and sipping your coffee.

“They came to the bakery on Friday night. To tell us that Matthew had fallen.” - Eric started to talk, Evelyn once again wiping her tears.

You lowed your head, staring at your coffee.

“They said their group got ambushed, a bomb exploding under their car.” - Evelyn started to cry again and Eric hugged his wife.

You looked both of them. You never met Matthew, he was a lot away and when he was back to visit his parents, you wanted to them have family time alone, never pumping up to their present.

Sometimes Evelyn joked how you and Matthew would be a perfect couple, but more you get to know her, and becoming closer, she stopped those when she thought you more as a daughter.

Matthew was three years older than you, Evelyn sometimes showed you his pictures from his childhood, telling stories about him and how proud she was of him.

And now they lost him.

They lost their only child.

“We can’t even get his body back home.” - Evelyn sniffed, wiping her tears away from her face, and you felt how your heart broke.

They can’t even say last goodbyes to their son.

“When we have the memory ceremony, would you want to come with us?” - Evelyn looked at you, small hope in her eyes.

“I… I don’t know… I never met him and I’m sure you want to have it between family.” - you said, a small frown on your face, honored they wanted you to join them, but you thought it would be inappropriate.

“You are family.” - Evelyn said, reaching her hand to land it top of yours on the table. - “You are like a daughter to us.”

You felt how your eyes started to burn, the tears slowly starting to reach to your eyes.

“And Matthew would want you there. He always wanted to meet you, he was thankful for how much you had helped us with the bakery.” - Eric continued and you swallowed hard, trying to hold back your tears, but you felt how tears started to flow down your cheeks.

So you nodded, taking Evelyn’s hand, squeezing it as she squeezed it back.

Your mother died a long time ago, you were the only child and as your father drank most of your childhood and teen years, you weren’t that close with him.

You were always alone, making your way to where it was now, making sure no-one was in your way to stop you to make you make your dreams come true.

You barely had any friends, because you were too focused on your career because that was the only thing giving your life a meaning.

But now, when Evelyn and Eric told you you were their family, that they consider you as their daughter, it made new feelings grew in your heart.

You smiled small to them, as they looked at you with love and proud.

“You stay for dinner?” - Evelyn asked, and you nodded, the three of you continue drinking your coffee.

[toevenexist]

The Darkening Pt.9

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“Owen why are they doing this!” Amelia threw what little belongings she had left into her bag and scanned the room, hands on her waist. Owen shook his head, mouth hanging open in an expression of fervent anxiety. 

“This is the government trying to get control of the situation, they’ll get everyone together, get all the supplies, and they’ll ration everything, try and set up a new… society” he said, lifting his bag onto the bed with soft grunt that told Amelia his shoulder still hurt. 

“Isn’t that good?” she asked, turning to face him squarely.

“Maybe…” he said, nodding, looking off into nowhere. “But we don’t know who is at the top of this ‘government’” he hooked his fingers as he said ‘government’.  “Everything is different… there’s no accountability...I don’t know…. I just don’t think this is a good idea.” he shook his head again, looking listlessly down at his bag. ‘We don’t have much choice.’ he yanked his bag up, slinging it onto his shoulder, looking up at his wife. “Ready?” the word had extra weight to it. Amelia fell into his eyes and swallowed back some nausea.

The children sobbed themselves to sleep on the journey. The adults sat mute, waiting, watching the road dissolve into blackness behind them. No one slept.

The truck only had windows at the back doors, they sat almost knee to knee, all at various points wishing they were knee to knee, craving the comfort of contact.

Roughly an hour had past when the first set of gates closed behind them. The first of three. By the time they had reached the third, floodlights illuminated the landscape. Bright, white light sat like snow on the concrete. The cold air was painful to breathe as it rushed through the open doors. They piled out tiredly. Standing felt foreign.

The building before them was spanning as opposed to reaching. Bluish lights shone from the windows coldly. They were led past rows of parked military vehicles and in through wide doors that closed harshly and clunked locked behind them. Their anxiety was stemmed slightly by the familiar environment, the air smelt of hospital bleach, the floor was the same off-white coloured linoleum that they were used to. Nurses and doctors passed across the hall.

They were ushered along by a new warmer individual, still mostly covered in protective clothing, into a room filled with shower cubicles. A long, shoulder height wall divided the space. Someone followed in behind them with an empty trolley. “Males this side, females this side. Place all of your belonging into these bags, write your full name onto the label and place it into this trolley, shower until the water turns off and put on the provided gowns.”

 Someone entered with a stack of gowns in clear plastic packaging, walking past the group wordlessly and laying them out in a line on the benches either side of the divide.

With that, the strangers left the room, the doors closed automatically behind them. A light above the door that gleamed green, snapped to red and the doors locked. The group stood in a stunned silence, eyes slowly moving from the light to each other. They all walked impishly to the trolley, pulling the plastic bags free, taking turns with the pens, stating their names on the labels.

Amelia waited beside Owen as he wrote his name, savouring the warmth he cast against her, she compressed a kiss to his shoulder as he dotted a full stop at the end of his name.

Room, to room, to room they went. Showering, blood testing, blood pressure checks, heart rate, oxygen levels. Amelia was given a new splint.

The last room they were taken to was lined with enough beds for all of them. In the corner a door gave way to a small bathroom with a shower. They filed into the room, quietly looking around. It crossed many of their minds that they could easily imagine they were back at grey sloan; the same bedding, the same colour schemes. It was colder though, and as the door locked behind them, any illusions they may have had were destroyed.

Ray peered up at Amelia, her skin and hair appearing vibrant against the gown she was wearing. “Amelia I need the toilet” she whispered, letting Amelia guide her across the room to a bed. Amelia nodded and lolled her head sharply towards the toilet. “That’s okay Ray, go ahead” she said, trying to sound as calm and unruffled as possible, not wanting to make Ray any more frightened. Ray smiled and let go of Amelia’s side quickly, running across the room to the toilet.

Owen sat on the bed beside her, restrained uncertainly had transformed his features the moment they had stepped from the truck. The lights dimmed slightly, as if to signal it was time to sleep. No one spoke. They just sank down into their beds. Ellis was sound asleep wrapped around Alex’ torso, having been overtired by the rush of events that evening. He pushed the button at the side of the bed, bringing the head up slightly and reclined against it with a tired sigh.

Amelia sat unmoved. As did Owen. Evelyn was standing, leaning beside Megan, talking softly to her, she leaned to drop a kiss against her temple. She wandered over to Owen and fanned her hand through his hair, trying to absorb some of the stress that was paining him.

“Get some sleep sweetheart” she said, cupping the back of his head softly and pressing a kiss to his forehead. He nodded, relaxing slightly, looking up at his mom. “Goodnight mom” he said, brushing his hand against her forearm.

“I’m sure Amelia could fit here beside you…” she continued, looking down and patting the bed. Amelia smiled softly, nodding agreeably. “Goodnight Evelyn” Amelia said, appreciating the woman’s ability to inject warmth into the coldest of situations. Evelyn stepped towards her and wrapped an arm around her, soothing her palm against her back before retreating back to her bed, wishing the others goodnight as she went.

Owen sought Amelia’s gaze, and nodded down at the space beside him. She stood without hesitation and joined him. “Ray” she said, pausing their efforts to get comfortable. “She’ll fit” he said, pulling up the bars at his side of the bed and settling with his back to it. He solidly pulled her against him, spooning her. Ray came out and glanced at Amelia’s bed in panic.

“Ray” Amelia said, pulling Ray’s attention her way. Ray turned to look her way sharply and smiled when Amelia pat the space in from of her, speeding over and clambering up and under the blankets, coiling against Amelia chest.

Ray fell asleep first. Owen was subdued into sleep with his face in the crook of Amelia’s neck. Amelia fell last. She craved the darkness she was used to, and the silence. The air conditioning rattled continuously. The sound faded into white noise gradually, as the threads holding her to consciousness loosened and unmoored, letting her spiral into a dream.

“No… wait, excuse me what is this for? What does it mean?” Amelia asked, standing up and stepping after them. She stopped just beside the end of her bed and toyed with the purple medical wristband a nurse had just secured around her wrist. The door locked with a clunk following the nurses exit from the room.  It was the morning after their arrival.

Owen rose from the bed beside her and lifted her arm, his brows furrowed. The band was completely blank, obviously the colour meant something. “They’re not using common colour coding...we’d use this colour for a restricted limb” he said. She nodded, looking up at him almost breathless with curiosity, and worry.

“Why aren’t they communicating with us?” she said, sinking down and arranging the hospital gown, pulling it over her knees.

Alex huffed loudly, seemingly reaching the end of his rope again, walking confidently to the door and banging on it hard. Bellowing loudly, “will somebody please tell us what’s going to happen”

“What if I have the disease?” Amelia uttered, perching her feet at the base of the bed and hugging her knees. The room fell silent apart from the ringing of the fluorescent lights overhead.

 “Amelia, I can’t see how… I’m sure we’d know by now” Owen sat beside her. He radiated warmth that, in the superficial chill of the room, relaxed her into his side. He glanced down at the band again, threading his fingers through hers. His band, and everyone else's was white.

 Arizona stood up, bare feet slapping against the linoleum floor as she walked over to a trolley that sat in the centre of the room. She crouched beside it, rummaging through the draws. She huffed after a few moments and stood, hands on her hips.   

“Arizona?” Owen spoke, taking in Arizona’s frustration. Ray, got up from her bed and sped, with light feet, across to Amelia, jumping up onto the bed and curling against her. “I was just looking to see if there was anything I could use to examine Amelia” she threw her hands up slightly, padding back to her bed. “But there’s nothing, just bandages.”

Amelia’s breathing became shallow. Her eyes widened and she looked back down at her wrist band. “Oh…” she breathed, slowing sitting up straight. 

“Wha…” Owen asked her, the hand that had once held her now hovering at her side.

“Um… No, It’s… I’m… Headache” she said. Quickly standing, catching Arizona’s eye.  

Ellis whimpered, shimmying out of Evelyn’s arms onto the floor. Evelyn stood and shadowed her as she walked haphazardly around the room.

Amelia sped to the bathroom, locking eyes with Arizona as she went. Owen, sat, baffled, receiving Ray into his arms in the wake of Amelia’s absence.

“Amelia…” Owen said, unaware of her internal thought processing, thinking only that she was worried it was the virus. She disappeared into the bathroom. Arizona stood and held a hand up in Owen direction as she followed after her, “It’s okay” she said, nodding to him.

Arizona closed the door and locked it. Amelia was leaning against the opposite wall, face pallid, eyes wide. “Amelia… what’s wrong?”

“I… I think I’m… this means…” she lifted her wrist towards Arizona, they both looked down at the wrist band. She gazed back up to meet Arizona’s concerned eyes. 

“I think I’m pregnant” she said, the words left her lips in a whisper. Arizona froze, before crossing her arms and brushing her fingertips against her lips. “Shit” she muttered. 

Amelia moved to the sink, eyeing herself in the mirror. She turned on the faucet and rest both her hands under the icy flow, forcing out a long, shaky breath.

“Are you late?... how late are you? Have you been having symt...”

Amelia interrupted her, “I’m not necessarily late, I’ve just been very light the past two… three months… and out of sync… I thought… It still could just be stress” she brought her hands up to her face, water dripped down to her elbows onto the floor. Arizona nodded, slowly pacing now. She stopped and began to scrutinize Amelia’s appearance, trying to discern any change to the width of Amelia’s hips, tilting her head in concentration. “But you haven’t hand any other symptoms?” She asked, shaking her head.

Amelia dabbed her face dry with a large grey towel and sat on the closed toilet. She hugged the towel against herself and slumped. “I don’t know… After the incident everything hurt, I’ve been nauseous since it happened, and sick, because… of the drugs. My back was hurting, maybe that was… is a symptom” she said, slowly looking up to meet Arizona’s gaze. “My breasts are still sore, so maybe that... they might be bigger… oh god” she whined, pressing her face into the towel, shaking her head.

Arizona lunged quickly, kneeling in front of her. She soothed her hands along the outer sides of Amelia’s legs. “Amelia, stop, it’s okay… it’s going to be okay… they’ll be doing all the tests, and they’ll examine you… or I can now… before we start drawing conclusions…” 

Amelia puffed out a breath into the towel and whimpered. She looked up, unexpectedly comforted by Arizona’s calm exterior. Arizona, pouted a smile, pushing Amelia’s hair over her shoulder and gently squeezing it. “If you are pregnant, and if you’re twelve weeks I might even be able to palpate the uterus, if you’re earlier than that I’ll still be able to feel it internally. Then we’ll know… then you can freak out” she chuckled, observing Amelia’s frightened expression. 

Amelia smirked halfheartedly and nodded.  “Okay?” Arizona confirmed. Amelia inhaled, nodding again as she gained some composure. “Yeah” she said, sighing and and threading her fingers through her hair.

Arizona stood and pulled another towel from the rack, laying it down on the floor. “I’ll be right back…” she said, as she unlocked the door. Amelia jumped up, eyes opening wide in sudden panic.

“Don’t tell…” she started, stopping when Arizona threw her hand up, smiling tightly.

“I won’t… I’m just getting some gloves” she said, leaning towards Amelia slightly, keeping her eyes fixed on hers hoping to instill some calm.

“Relax Amelia… relax your stomach muscles” Arizona said, hands in a places that Amelia wished they weren’t. She let out a long breath and drilled her eyes to the ceiling above her. ‘How did this happen?..How did I let this happen?..I thought we were being safe...maybe Owen did this on…’ she winced slightly, as Arizona applied firm pressure against her lower abdomen. ‘No… no he wouldn’t… that one night… our first night… that must have been it...Ow’ she winced, her whole body flinching. Arizona paused and glanced up at her. “Sorry… We’re nearly done” she said, focusing back down.

“What do you think?” Amelia asked, her voice sounding meek. Arizona pulled her hands away, taking off her gloves. She pulled down Amelia’s gown. “I’m thinking that you are pregnant… around twelve weeks” she said. “The size of your uterus indicates about that” she continued. Amelia slowly pulled her legs together and brought her hands up to her face.

“It’s going to be okay Amelia… this place… we’re in the best place for this right now” she said. Amelia remained completely still, only her chest moved with each shallow breath. “Amelia…” Arizona prompted, feeling palpable sympathy for her, she could only imagine how frightening it was for her.

“Could you… get Owen please?” she spoke quietly against her hands.

“Of course” Arizona said, using the door handle to pull herself up. She shimmied through it without opening it widely, standing just outside, hand still grasping at the handle as she called in, a very concerned, Owen.

In seconds he was there, his face twisted with worry and he almost slammed the door, in a rush to get tow her. “Amelia what, happened?... Why are you...what’s going on?” he chattered quickly, eyes darting all over her.

She regarded him with teary eyes and took his hand, pulling herself to sit up. “Owen… I…” she said. He grimaced with worry. She looked up at his face, taking in his angst. Seeing him so distressed brought a wash of calm across her. She crossed her legs and puffed her breathing.

“I’m pregnant” she blurted, barely registering the words leaving her mouth. His hands skimmed thoughtlessly from her shoulders down her arms, his face fell blank.

“Arizona thinks twelve weeks” she continued, studying his eyes. There was a knock at the door. They ignored it. 

“Amelia…” he uttered, his lips forming a smalls circle. His eyes grew wide as he tried to take in what she was saying.

His dropped his gaze to her stomach. Amelia shuddered and shuffled towards him, he pulled her onto his lap. There was another knock at the door. Someone called Amelia’s name. She looked towards the door, feeling Owen place his hand against her stomach. “One minute” she called out, turning back to Owen. He was looking down at where his hand was placed. Fear made her chest grow tight and she swallowed back the feeling.

 “Is she sure?” he asked, transfixed with the notion that a child, a baby… their baby, could be growing inches from where his hand rest.

Amelia observed his awe, and tried to remain collected. She looked up, focusing on the tufts of orange hair sticking out in disarray at the back of his head. “She…” she cleared her throat, trying to shake the paralyzing fear that was clutching at her. “She examined me…” Owen looked up slowly. “My uterus was enlarged” she looked down then, at her stomach, slowly moving her hand there. “Owen, I…” she shook her head, suddenly short of breath.

“It’s okay... “ he pulled her tighter against him, she rest her head in the crook of his neck and closed her eyes. Her fingertips dug into the flesh of his back, she breathed deep, drinking in his smell.

 There was another knock at the door, “Mrs Shepherd-Hunt” they said, the unfamiliar voice was softened by the wood of the door.

The pair looked to one another, in immediate unease.  They stood together, not even aware of how tightly they each held onto the other's hand. Owen stopped Amelia reaching from the door, capturing her other hand in his.

He took her in, her eyes were wide and wet, she was flushed. Her hair, dark against the bleached gown that dwarfed her, framed her face in disorganised waves.  Her hair had grown so much in the past couple months. The gown dipped against her sternum between her breasts. 

She watched his eyes dancing around her form, her lips, rich cerise, opened ever so slightly. He stood awkwardly, holding onto both her hands like he needed them for support. He dropped his head, feeling momentarily drained. She squeezed his hands and he looked up at her, eyes searching from beneath his furrowed brows. She smiled a weary, lopsided smile and leant towards him, rising onto the balls of her feet, kissing him indulgently. Their eyes fluttered closed, arms looped around each other, tightening painfully. A knock shook the door again. And they broke apart.

“Mrs Shepherd-Hunt we need to take you for further testing” A man stood just outside the door, a wheelchair to his right, he held one of the handles in his hand.

He was a broad man, dressed in burgundy scrubs, clean shaven, mousy brown hair. Around the room everyone stood, and sat, silently observing the situation. Amelia stepped out first. She looked down at the wheelchair and back up at the man. “Do I really need that? I can walk just fine” she said, gesturing at the chair and shaking her head. “Yes Mam it is our policy” he replied monotonously.

 Amelia looked up at Owen, then back at the gentleman. “Can my husband come?” she said, hopefully, glaring at the stranger.

He looked up at Owen too, lifting a file from the back of the chair and turning to a page. His eyes ran across the paper and he nodded. “Yes he can” he said, moving behind the chair and grabbing both handles, rolling it towards Amelia. Amelia squeezed Owens hand one last time before letting go, turning towards him and sitting down. She clasped her hands together tightly, feeling terribly small and alone in the chair. Owen caught onto that fact as they left the room, he reached out and took hold of her hand, enveloping it with both of his. He smiled warmly at her, mouthing “we’re okay.” 

A breeze rolled past them as they walked, making them both feel lacking and naked. She nodded faintly and eyed the path before them, wrapping an arm across her stomach.

LINK TO PART 10

Thank you for reading xxx

[splitinone]

Long post. This is from an ask from another blog.

Anonymous asked: Well, I'm definitely not the person obsessed with incest. Ew. Sadly that's something that is common in this fandom. Other than that, I don't know what ideals that I had or my muses had that could have offended you. So, I must've been annoying in some way. If that's the case, then I apologise. I won't bother you anymore. (^v^)

I think I know you are based on the last emoticon. If you want  to know why then I will post the stuff under the read more.

I wish you the best of luck in the rest of your RPing adventures.

Sorry it had to be in a public space, I did make an attempt to dm you but it seems you’re more comfortable with asks.

(I would have loved to talk on DM, but you have me blocked. I don’t know what you were expecting. You can’t message people who you’ve blocked, apparently.)

I’m guessing you are Stare-Mun

if not then just ignore this okie but if you are

Unfortunately it seems it was a mixed of ideals I do not agree with and frustration which lead to the block.

a very notable one was the odd jokes about the Virgin Mary, I am not catholic but how you handled the subject was something I found very untasteful. I remember you coming to a stream and making similar off putting jokes or topics which lead me to shut it down, and it was the last straw on the camels back.

(I joke about God and Jesus, not Mary. I apologize for that. Also, I don’t know any of you well enough to know what is/ isn’t appropriate for the mood of the situation. It’s very hard to “read the room” when all I have to go on is text. I won’t know unless you tell me.)

the frustration part has to do with the roleplaying aspect, unfortunately it seems your styles did not do will for each other,on my side tho it felt like there was nothing much to work with in the replies, yes they were paragraphs most of the time but it consisted of word fluff and were hard to reply to, or to gain strength to reply to.

(I did mention at some point that I’m bad at rp. This has to do with the fact that I’m very new to the community and I’m still new. If there was someone out there who could teach me, that would be greatly appreciated.)

Another thing I found frustrating during roleplay was that it felt you tried to control the outcome or way the my characters felt about a certain situation. the arranged marriage au is the strongest case for my frustration, it was a modern setting, and it seems we weren’t on the same page

I had Evelyn with a back story that had given her a sense of independence before the marriage, she had a possible love, a career and then she suddenly got thrown into a frightening situation.

(This wasn’t any better for Jaqui, but he wanted to make the most of it. I actually wanted to work with you more on her story and create an outcome where she’s finally free.)

by making the setting be modern that’s what I felt I had to do, she didn’t grow up with the mentality she had to marry someone to secure a position of higher standing.It would have been different if it was Victorian? where girls were kinda expected to be married off but Evelyn was a grown woman at this point, and it felt like she had to marry a kid. I know he was of age in this AU and he was trying to support this family and he scarified himself so his sister wouldn’t have to get married. But it came off that she would have to get over her losing her identity as a person to love someone she really didn’t know or as was scared to know.

(I hadn’t meant to make her feel that way. Jaqui didn’t expect her to love him. If anything, the kindest thing he expected from Evelyn was to not kill him and inherit his money, or something.)

I informed you it would be a very slow burn, and that my muse will hard to woo under this situation , but it felt like you were trying to steer it to something lovey dovey and that Evelyn should have just gotten over it. Both parties didn’t want to get married in the first place.

(I looked at our DMs. All of them. There was no mention of a “slow burn” or a “hard to woo.” It wasn’t my intention to make it feel that way. In Jaqui’s logic, if he was going into this situation, he might as well make the most of it. He thought it would be easier for the both of them to live with each other if they were at least friends. If anything, he wouldn’t be surprised if Evey ran away and married her true partner in secret.)

.Lastly I felt you only liked me for the art, and that maybe if we were good buds I’d draw your oc’s for you. I know this is probably not true but it sure felt like it. Unfortunately man just seeing you on the dash kinda drained me.

(Firstly, of course I like your art! Why wouldn’t I reblog it?! Second, I didn’t follow you for the art, I followed for the rp. I like you, and I like your characters. I don’t know what it is about me, but I guess I have that effect on people. I guess I’m cursed...)

tl:dr

Please, Do not joke about religious figures. read the room or the situation you are in, Do not try to say inappropriate jokes and then say you don’t quite understand it. its hard to tell  if you are being IC or OOC  in  OOC situations sometimes.

(For future reference, when I’m IC, I use “ ” in my replies on chat, for anyone reading this.)

Please do not try to control the other Rper’s characters to feel a certain way about yours. not all characters mesh well, don’t force it.

(It wasn’t my intention to do so. As I said before, I’m not good at rp, I’m still new at it. Jaqui wasn’t trying to manipulate her emotions in any way.)

Try to be on the same page as your RP partner, if they want one liners do so, but if they are writing a paragraph please, let there be at least two things they can respond to that won’t end in a yes or no question.

(I would love to be on the same page as my RP partners. The hard part is communication.)

I hope  this helped a  little to clarify my frustrations and why I decided to block you, You are nice, I know that, thank you for complementing my art and so on but i feel the block was necessary for me.

If you take anything from this at least let it me the

Please, Do not joke about religious figures. read the room or the situation you are in, Do not try to say inappropriate jokes and then say you don’t quite understand it. its hard to tell  if you are being IC or OOC  in  OOC situations sometimes.

thing to heart.

there might some other people that feel the same way but are too shy to say so, just don’t joke about that type of stuff. I know you said you’d stop. but i know it has happened a few more times.

I’m not saying to leave the platform

I’m not saying you’re a horrible person

I’m just giving you the things that made me feel uncomfortable and might make others feel uncomfortable too. Good luck and I hope you get buddies with the same type of plotting style as you so you guys can have fun. I hope you find a lot of good buds out there I really do.

Good luck out there.

(I’m not mad, just disappointed. If they didn’t want to rp with me anymore, they could have just told me. Drop a thread? Fine, just let me know. Having troubles with my replies? Fine, I’ll fix them. Just let me know. I’m not a mind-reader. Stare is. I’m saying something inappropriate? Fine, just tell me, and explain why it’s inappropriate.)