#The 10 Things Autumn Edited and the One That Stuck (for now)

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Thanks Esme!! @stars-and-birds

Rules: in a new post, write the last line you wrote and pass it on.

* "For the sake of hijinks," Sophie said, climbing through the window before turning around and stretching a hand to Fitz. "Come on, I wanna show you something."

Open tags!!

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October 19: Writing Plans for the Rest of the Year

I had a very nice autumnal hour sitting outside the new Starbucks with a pumpkin spice latte and pumpkin bread after work. The Starbucks is in such a weird location: it itself is pretty adorable but it's literally right on the road and there's a fair amount of traffic, which is kind of disorienting. I realize that sounds very normal but my other coffee shops are in pedestrian only and partially closed off streets so I'm really not used to cars so close.

Anyway, I did some thinking about where I am writing wise. I can see a clear path ahead for about a month, then it gets murkier.

Here's where I am/the plan coming up.

Troped Horror Exchange: I've written about a third of this, probably a bit less. That's not great but I'm planning/hoping to get a big chunk done this weekend. Overall I'm not really worried about not finishing, I'm worried about not having time to do anything ELSE. I won't love if this is my sole contribution this Halloween but still the most important thing is honoring my commitments so it will remain prio #1 until it's finished. No matter what, this will be done by the time November rolls around.

Halloween Ficlets: I really, really wanted to write ficlets this year and I still do. I'm going to try. 'Hauntings' won my little poll, so I've been following that idea, brainstorming, and planning some things out. As I said, I think there's a possibility I'll need to go all the way to Halloween with Troped. Even if I don't, I'd still be writing these last minute, so most likely optimistic scenario is they all post on Halloween or over the 30th/31st. I've basically decided that if I start the series I'll let myself go into the beginning of November to finish it. I did that in 2019; it's unideal but fine. But if I haven't even started or if it's going really poorly, I'll scrap the whole thing. Again, in one way or another, this will be off my to-do list as of the beginning of November.

Make a Lot of Money and Feel Dead Inside: The plan was always to get back to this after I finish the Halloween stuff, make it my first priority, and finish it "as soon as possible." I've firmed that up a little bit. I want to use this project for CalmWriMo and set myself the completely reasonable and attainable goal of finishing it by the end of the month. I only have 10 scenes left to write. There's a lot of editing still, but the writing is, I think, not too bad. I think it might even be possible that I finish with time to spare (will I regret typing that? lol). But basically, this is my November project.

...And now it's late November/early December. Here's the thing about this part of the year. First off, I have a huge Thanksgiving break, so potentially a lot of writing time there. And I'm going to see my family for Christmas as usual, so there is free time there as well. But on the other hand, it's dark, it's cold, it's busy.... I don't know. It's hard to predict how much writing energy I'll have.

And the second thing: it's a heavy 'event time.' Last year I had literally zero events for the first time in years and I anticipate 2023 will be the same. I still become very tempted to do, like, personal holiday events like a ficmas or an end of year thing but LBR fluff is not my strong suit as a writer. I can do it, I'm not being disparaging about myself, but I don't really care to churn out happy, sappy, romantic, conflict-less narratives. So, objectively, it would be better to just go back to the WIPs at this point.

But I like events, I like the holidays, I like special things. I don't know. I'll probably mull that over more starting in November, if I want to do SOMETHING, maybe a look to next year's projects or like some small fics or something, I don't know, or if I just want to go back to some other project to get a head start on 2024.

I like having a plan ahead of time because I really get stuck with the tyranny of choice. Like, I can't double think anything in my life. I have to just do things without thinking or I'll cease to want to do them. Writing included. So I don't want to finish Money and go like ??? what now? But I also don't want to plan too far ahead and tell myself I have to do or should do such-and-such a project and then I'm not remotely in that mood when the end of November rolls around. So.

But it will be nice to kind of have a blank slate again? Like a blank slate of my 50-ish ideas? I don't know. Money came out of nowhere and hit me in the face and I love it and am proud of it but it also just completely took over my life for about 9 weeks? And now I'm frantically trying to make horror season work. So really the last time I thought about the WIPs was mid-July. It has...been a while.

[eddiediaaz]

okay so i’ve been tagged in some tagging games these past weeks and i’ve been really bad at doing them dfsnfdsldf but here we are. if anyone wants to do them you are more than welcome!

@trishrambles thank u for this autumn edition this or tag game!!

tea or hot chocolate // cozy books or halloween movies // plaid or corduroy // foggy mornings or twinkly nights // orange or black // pumpkin or apple pie // wool or velvet // picking fruit or carving pumpkins // libraries or coffee shops // cinnamon or peanut butter // spooky or cozy halloween // candles or fairy lights.

@rogerhealey thank youuuu for this fun get to know me tag

relationship status: single favorite color: all hues of blue favorite food: poutine, chocolate, my mom’s lasagna song stuck in your head: i hate everything about you by three days grace lol last thing you googled: how to spell tights lol, i always get it mixed up with thigh  dream trip: a multi-country solo trip to europe for a few weeks. very basic of me i guess but i was supposed to do it in 2020, but then covid happened. everything was planned and booked, it was painful to lose that dream last book you read: heartstopper last book you enjoyed reading: heartstopper still! last book you hated reading: probably some book i had to read for a college class many years ago most niche dislike: is it nice to dislike subtitles when watching something? opinion on the circus: circuses with animals are cruel and a big no-no, but otherwise it can be very impressive! do you have a sense of direction: sometimes, but it does take me a while before it’s any good lol

thank you @118side @buckley-diiaz and @two-cut-lines for the comfort tag!!

Comfort movie: the lion king!!!  Comfort food: ohhh anything my mom makes tbh, when i visit her. i miss her cooking even tho i’ve left home over 9 years ago Comfort clothing: right now i’d say my lavender velvet flare pants and baby pink hoodie Comfort song(s): i have a lot but the main one probably is boulevard of broken dreams by green day or any old jonas brothers song tbh Comfort game: suspend!! it’s so fun, ot for video games definitely the sims 4

@isastrxnd thank u for tagging me in this music game where i have to list 10 songs i’m listening to right now!

1. forever winter - taylor swift 2. mr. percocet - noah cyrus 3. pieces - sum41 4. hero of war - rise against 5. atlas: eight - sleeping at last 6. the way i loved you - taylor swift 7. chop suey - system of a down 8. call me when you're sober - evanescence 9. when i'm gone - eminem 10. family lines - conan gray

@two-cut-lines and @matan4il tagged me to share the meaning of my url, thank you!

it’s pretty simple sdfljkdfs i love eddie diaz (911) and carlos reyes (lone star), so i put their last names together hahaha

and finally @missoliverstark​ tagged me in this fic trope preference, thank you!! (some of these were so hard lol)

slow burn or love at first sight // fake dating or secret dating // enemies to lovers or best friends to lovers // oh no there is only one bed or long-distance correspondence // hurt-comfort or amnesia // fantasy au or modern au // mutual pining or domestic bliss // smut or fluff // canon-compliant or fix-it // reincarnation or character death // one shot or multi chapter // kid fic or roadtrip fic // arranged marriage or accidental marriage // high school romance or middle-aged romance // time travel or isolated together // neighbours or roommates // sci-fi au or magic au // body swap or gender bend // angst or crack // apocalyptic or mundane

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Meet Nanami. A shy, selectively mute “witch” who spends most of her time tending to plants and making herbal medicines. She has a fascination with the ocean and occasionally daydreams about what it would be like to explore the waters. More info under the cut!

Basic Info

Real Name: Nanami Nami Age: 26 as of SHB Race: Dunesfolk Lalafell Sexuality: Bisexual Guardian Deity: Nophica, the Matron Main classes: WHM, SMN (purely for her familiar) DOL/DOH: BTN, ALC, a dream of being FSH Voice Claim: Nao Tōyama (Reina Prowler in Macross Delta, Chitose from Nisekoi, Lyria from Granblue Fantasy)

Personality

MBTI: ISFP Enneagram: Type 9 Wing 1 (The Dreamer) Temperament: Phlegmatic Alignment: Neutral Good

Nanami is soft; marshmallow soft. Introverted to the nth degree, she has no real experience in dealing with other people outside of those who have run a select few shops that she's patroned for years - and even then, she can't meet their eyes. She suffers from selective mutism, meaning words are few and far between in regards to anyone but herself for the most part. However, with enough time and trust, it's possible that you might hear an answer or two rather than see it with your eyes.

Because she knows that she can't function through life (alone or otherwise) without "speaking", Nanami is able to combine her magic with her aether to speak by drawing or writing in the air - she often chooses drawing, as it allows for quicker responses.

When observed from afar, Nanami's true character can be seen; gentle, and extremely caring of those around her. She handles plants and flowers as though they're her family, and more often than not will she end up somewhat red-eyed and sniffly when using a plant for herbal medicines.

Backstory

An orphan from birth, Nanami has lived her life in self-inflicted isolation. The other children of the orphanage were never very kind to her, given that she couldn't speak, was more interested in the weeds growing from the ground than the game they were playing, and often felt sick when in the sun. Of course, children can be cruel, and it would be a lie to say if she wasn't bullied because of it; this only led her to isolate herself more in the long run.

It was discovered at a young age that she was proficient in white magics, and thus spent a long amount of time training under E-Sumi-Yan to hone her skills; thanks to this, he is one of few people who Nanami is able to speak to normally, though only when nobody else is around. She now uses these magics in conjuncture with her "witch magic" to produce various potions and medicines to sell for income.

Nanami lives far within the woods of the Black Shroud, in a small cottage that she had built by herself. When adventurers, wounded or otherwise, would come seeking shelter and aid, she would offer it under few conditions; one, that they understand she would only be around them to administer care and meals. Two, that before they left, they repair a part of her cottage that was in disarray, as her own craftsmanship was fairly shoddy. Thanks to this, her cottage is much more stable than when it had been made.

Stats

Strength: 3/10 Offense:  5/10 Defense: 7/10 Speed:  4/10 Durability: 6/10 Accuracy: 5/10 Agility: 4/10 Stamina: 3/10 Teamwork: 9/10 Stealth: 2/10 Magic: 10/10 Healing: 10/10

Nanami is a healer in all forms of the word; from healing magics to shielding magics, and even homemade potions, she functions as a pure supportive role in the heat of battle. Of course, she'd very much prefer not to fight at all if possible, but she's well aware that that simply isn't the case in this world.

Because she often gets uncomfortable in the sun, Nanami is never found without a massively large hat to mitigate the effects - leading to a hard drop in combative accuracy, as the rim of the hat will often block the far off view. Her close combat skills are basically nonexistent, which can sometimes lead to her being more of a liability if she's unable to protect herself in time. To say she fears these scenarios more than death would be an understatement.

Other headcanons

Could probably sing fairly well if she didn’t suffer from psychological issues.

Has a floating ferret familiar named Ren and a fat cat named Mr. Pibbles.

Has a love/hate relationship with spring - she loves seeing the plants flourish, but hates the allergies that come with them.

Paints as a hobby, but she hides all her artwork in a loose floorboard because she’s embarrassed about it.

Somewhat good at figuring things out on the fly, but her anxiety leads her to second guessing herself almost instantly.

She loves fruits in all forms, especially in drinks.

Fell in love with the ocean after visiting Costa Del Sol once with the orphanage - she wants to visit again, especially on a clear night.

Blind as a bat; she can’t even find her glasses in the morning after waking up - Ren has to put them on his back and bring them to her.

She knows sign language! She just doesn’t use it often because her art conveys things easier to those who don’t.

Aesthetics

Scents: Baked apples, cinnamon, flower shops, rose water Colors: Grayscale, dark purples and reds Animals: Deer, crows, squirrels Clothing: Long dresses, cloaks, large hats, circle frames, long sleeves, layered shirts, long socks Others: Autumn leaves crunching underfoot, candlelight, the faint sounds of a piano from another room, bird calls, whispers

Mun Notes

First and foremost, I want to say that selective mutism isn’t choosing to be mute - honestly, the term is very poorly named, imo. The link the phrase directs to has a few examples that accurately describe Nanami’s condition:

Twenty-six-year-old Hannah is only able to speak with her parents. In other situations like school, where she’s interacting with a larger group of people who she is less familiar with, her words get stuck, and even though she wants to speak, nothing comes out.

For interactions with Nanami, I know it’s hard to portray her when she’s unable to speak, so people are free to have her talk in sets. But she’s very quiet/soft, and pauses a lot. Ellipses are her best friend tbh.

Her design uses a custom face dds that I edited from Mint’s that I don’t mind giving to people who want to pose her if they ask ;w;

[unicorn-cloud]

Thank you so much for the tag @cheesybadgers !! 🥺❤️

1. What colour are your eyes? A mix of green and Brown!!

2. What is your Zodiac sign? Cancer

3. What little thing tells you someone is good? Since I'm currently working in retail I'd say it's the way they're interacting with retail workers

4. Do you have a reoccurring dream? I constantly dream of being in school again 😭 I left college two years ago but I still dream of sitting in a classroom almost every night

5. What is the most interesting class you have taken? I have a degree in design and the most interesting class definitely was when we learned everything about editing a video or movie

6. How often do you daydream? Every waking minute? I couldn't even tell you a specific amount

7. Name/Nickname? Jasmin and my ex called me Jas so I guess that counts as a nickname bc I've never had one before

8. Height? 5'3

9. Languages? I'm fluent in German and English. I learned French in school but can't remember anything. Recently I started learning Spanish (which I'm by now able to understand in a conversation) and Russian (I only started a few days ago so I'm only slowly learning the alphabet, however I know a few words)

10. Nationality? German

11. Favourite season? Autumn!!!

12. Favourite color? Yellow

13. Favourite animals? Orcas and chicken

14. Tea, coffee or hot chocolate? Coffee

15. Are you a dog or a cat person? Never thought I'd say this but I'm a cat person. I love both but since I got Cecily I realized I really like cats

16. How many blankets do you sleep with? One

17. A random fact about you? I really like to drive around late at night (like around midnight) because the streets are deserted so there's not too much traffic outside but all the lights outside make everything look really cool. I'm a photographer at heart and would love to make a photo series out of pictures of storefronts at night because you will see the coolest LED lights or deserted shops and they appear so different from how they actually are during the day

18. Three ships?

Albert Mason/Arthur Morgan (Red Dead Redemption)

Walt Breslin/ Sal Orozco (Narcos: Mexico)

Javi Peña/ Steve Murphy (Narcos)

19. Last Song? Технология by Molchat Dorma

20. Last movie? Hitting the Apex

21. Currently reading? Fanfiction

22. Currently watching? Dead Mountain: the Dyatlov Pass Incident

23. Currently craving? Doing a face mask and taking a hot bath. I'm sitting next to an open window and I'm freezing 🥶

24. Last thing I googled? 'Shop Cider' which is an online clothing store

25. Favourit musician/artist? My Spotify would probably tell you it's Phil Collins, Måneskin and Selena Quintanilla.... and yes I know that is so all over the place 😂

26. Current song stuck in my head? It's that damn Berries and Cream song from Tik Tok...

27. Lucky number? 4

28. Currently wearing? Adventure time pyjama bottoms and a tank top

29. Dream job? Lawyer for human rights

30. Ocean side or mountain? Mountain!!

31. Dream Trip? Latin America, Ireland, London or New York

32. Do you play an instrument? No

33. Current favorite song? I wanna be your slave from Måneskin

34. Describe yourself as an aesthetic? 2015 Zoella, the girl from next door with cute makeup and autumn outfits who loves all things autumn

Oof that was a lot..

I'm tagging everyone who sees this and wants to do it as well 🤗

[okdnn]

Okada Nana and Murayama Yuiri Mail September 10 2020

Okada Nana Mail

September 10

Today, Today too,

I had TKG, Miso soup and Tofu…! Yes…!

Something like “getting bored”

Doesn’t exist for me… lol

Eating a same menu everyday

Is a okay for me. It would taste delicious everyday for me.

If someone took me as wife or husband (?)

I will deliciously eat any menu you give me everyday!

“Eh~ You’re making this today?”

I will surely not say that! What do you think! Lol

Okay… time to go.

Let’s do our best!!!!

Autumn feels 

I wore a autumn-colored long sleeves clothes

But it’s very very hot today… right...

But well!

(Forget about that, my hair is so messy lol)

Ah.

I look like a monkey~. 

 Close up~

I went to hair salon again after 2 and half months…

I took a video of it! For YouTube!

I will do my best editing the video

So I can upload it in 3 days~>

Watch it ok! I will do my best editing the video!

Mail-limited sneak peek selfie! lol

Tea~

My manager gave me tea!

This one is delicious 〜 。 

My accessories is very cute too today

Miion san the customer service 

Mukaichi Mion Master 

Fixed my video editing application setting.

There are so much failures

In putting texts…! I hate it…! Lol

Great Doctors, Great God, Great Mion~ … …. ...

I’m really thankful

To her for fixing my PC every time.

I will treat her to some food! lol

More things! To do!

Chicken~...! Uwaaaaai.

I’m in terrible condition

Attacked by hunger & drowsiness… so I have a chicken...

Eat! Sleep! Video editing! Confirm my dancing! Bath! Stretching! All of it! I will do my beeeest! 

Murayama Yuiri Mail

Waaaa

Thank you very much

For Myounichi Yoroshiku ! !！

Also now I’m getting stuck with video editing

And I want to scream so bad now.

Can I scream here?

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah

I feel better now, thank you very much!

Dessert

Have you imagined

A 3 layered pancake…？？ 

It’s a new shape

From the one that was released several times ago

So I was really surprised~.

That was delicious ( ・∇・)

[deans-mind-palace]

Suspirium (Pt.2)

Pairing: Prof!Sam x Reader

Summary: You’re in your last year of your Classics and Mordern Languages studies and you're majoring in Latin and English. Then you get assigned to a different Latin teacher. And damn, he loves his subject. Too bad that he’s also hot. What is just a childish crush soon develops into something way more complicated.

Word Count: 1,500

Warnings: None, yet.

Author’s Note: Second chap, guys. And our first meeting with Sam. ;) Enjoy and show it some love.

Suspirium - Masterlist

Your alarm clock rang exactly at 8.30 the next morning and you still had time to get ready for your 10 o'clock lecture with Professor Winchester and get a coffee at the little café around the corner of your flat. You had escaped from the dormitory since the third semester and now lived in your own four walls. You earned your living by waiting tables at a well-known restaurant in town.

You locked the door behind you and leaned against it for a moment while breathing in the fresh morning air. The dew of autumn was still on the green meadows and it was pleasantly warm. Birds were chirping and the sun was shining its golden glow on the slowly colouring leaves. A smile crept up your lips. It was the perfect second day of your senior year at college. And you wanted to enjoy it. This was going to be your year.

"Carpe diem. Seize the day." you mumbled with a smile before you shouldered your bag and walked off. Your flat was a little further away from college and you were finally going to get your coffee. A few minutes later, you entered your favorite café and inhaled the smell of freshly brewed coffee and cookies. There wasn't much going on, because it was more of an insider tip. Most students got their coffee at Starbucks in the city or directly in the cafeteria. You joined the queue. Then your cell phone started ringing. Surprised, you rummaged through your bag but couldn't find it and instead your notebook fell out. Quickly you bent down to pick it up when it already happened. A man ran into you and poured his hot coffee over you.

You swore unpleasantly when the coffee ruined your white top. The hot coffee ran down your hands and dripped to the floor. You gasped indignantly for breath. "Damn it!" you cursed and reached for a napkin to wipe your hands. "Oh, my God. I'm so sorry! I-I didn't see you, and..." you heard a deep voice stammer nervously. You sighed in annoyance. "It's all right." You muttered, but when you looked up, you paused in amazement. Your gaze caught in the most beautiful hazel eyes you had ever seen. He was in his early thirties, wearing a light-grey knitted sweater and underneath it the collar of a white shirt was sticking out. Long brown hair framed his striking face and you saw the worry in his eyes. "I -" He fell silent and bent down to pick up your notebook and wiped it on his trousers. "Here." He handed it to you and looked at you with an embarrassed look. "Thank you." "I'm really so sorry. I'll pay for the damages. I'm, uh... I'm Sam." He offered you his hand, which you took in a trance. "Hi. I'm Y/N," you said, forcing you to smile. He returned it a little shyly, and you melted away. "Nice to meet you, Y/N. I - uh. I should really get going. I'd love to buy you a cup of coffee. As an apology. O-or a tea. Or whatever you like." You wiped the smirk off your face because of his clumsiness. He was really embarrassed.

He took one glance at his watch and cursed. "I really have to go now. The offer for the coffee stands, Y/N. I'll see you then." he said goodbye in a hurry and ran off. As quickly as he came, he was gone. You watched him hurry down the street while his brown hair flew in the wind until he turned the corner and you lost sight of him. Only then did you realize that you didn't know how to find him again.  He hadn't given you his number or anything.

With a sigh you took a look at the mess on your shirt. Your lecture would begin in a few minutes. But you had to change urgently, because you couldn't show up in class like that. The new professor would throw you out on your ass if you appeared like this in his lecture! The day could only get better from now on.

You arrived at the lecture almost twenty minutes late. Quietly you looked for a place further in the back and began to take your things out of your bag and put them on the table. You listened to the lecture with half an ear only.

"We will devote this year mainly to epics. Aeneas, Odysseus and Iliad. We will also take a closer look at Latin poetry. Please obtain the following books on Catullus and Ovid. I can recommend Latin for the Illiterati edition 2. As a dictionary I ask you to use this one." You had eagerly taken notes and now for the first time raised your eyes to see which book the professor meant. You almost choked when you saw the man in the front of the lecture hall. Your breath stopped. There was Sam! The Sam who had just spilled coffee on you. His gaze wandered over the students, and when he got stuck on you, the book almost fell out of his hand. He just caught it again and cleared his throat embarrassed.

"Do you have any more questions about the topics we're going to study?" he asked around and you noticed the pink blush on his cheeks. He avoided looking in your direction for the rest of the lecture. Embarrassment and shame circulated in your body and you concentrated on making a proper transcript so as not to have to look up again. Awkward. Your professor had just spilled coffee over you and finally invited you in for coffee! The worst thing was that you found him really cute. You would like to say that this feeling had died, but unfortunately he was still pretty hot.

Your professor's coughing tore you from your confused thoughts. "I'm glad you all could come in such large numbers today. The lesson today served as an introduction. Please purchase the requested materials with which we will work until the next lecture. Then we will begin with Catullus. I look forward to the year with you. That's it for today." he concluded today's lecture. Immediately your fellow students began to pack up, but you stayed and watched as Professor Winchester brushed the brown strands of hair from his face and collected his personal belongings.

The lecture hall emptied slowly and then Professor Winchester looked up. You summoned up all your courage and walked over to him. Hurriedly he took the sheet of paper with the names and looked for your first name to find out your full name. "Ms L/N. How can I help you?" he asked a little louder as the last student left the hall. "It's about the coffee, Sa- Professor Winchester." He nodded and smiled at you politely, albeit restrained. "Of course. What is it?" he asked while turning off the beamer and stowing the remote control. "I wasn't sure if you were still- I mean, if this is somehow weird for you, then-" You fell silent nervously, searching for the right words. "Don't worry, Ms. L/N. Professors and students are allowed to have coffee together. I promised to return the favor, and I keep my promises. So the offer still stands. If that's not a problem for you?" He questioned. You nodded and thought for a moment. It certainly couldn't hurt to get to know your professor a little better, after all you had to get along with him all year round. It certainly wouldn't be conducive to have such an embarrassing event standing between the two of you.

"Um, well - yes, of course. When would it be best for you?" you asked and gave him a smile, which he returned immediately. He pulled his mobile out of his pocket and went through his schedule. "I have my first lecture tomorrow around 8.30am," he said. "How about 10:00 at Old Queen's?" You shook your head regretfully. "My classes start at 9:45. So maybe 2:00 then?" This time it was up to him to shake his head. "Ah, I'm afraid I can't do that. How about 4:00?" You nodded slowly. "Yes, I can do that." He smiled at you again and put his phone away.

"Well, I'm looking forward to it,  Y/N - uh, Ms L/N." He looked away embarrassed and cleared his throat. Your name sounded special when he pronounced it with his deep voice, but you ignored the warm feeling in your stomach. "Me too. I'll see you there?" "Yeah, sure. " For a moment there was an awkward silence between you, where neither of you knew what to say, then you started talking at the same time. "Cool." "So then-" You broke it off laughing. "You first," he said laughing. You noticed how his beautiful eyes crinkled at the corners and that his nose turned slightly up, when he laughed. "See you, then. Have a nice day, Professor." "Thank you, Ms. L/N. I'll see you tomorrow."

Your thoughts rushed through your mind as you left the lecture hall in a hurry, leaving Sam Winchester behind.

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[inwintersolitude]

- October 11th 2020 -

When was the last time you went out of state? About a week and a half ago.

And where did you go? Johns Hopkins Hospital for my neuro-otology and audiology appointments.

What does the 6th text in your inbox say? I'll just look at the most recent thread (since phones don't have flip-phone style inboxes anymore)... it was a link to a news article.

Do you even like the person who sent you that text? Yes, I definitely do.

Do you have more than one best friend? No.

In public restrooms, do you flush the toilet with your foot? If I can easily do so, then yes.

What song is stuck in your head at the moment? None.

Name one thing you worry about running out of: Hmm. Nothing that I can think of at the moment.

Do you have a boyfriend/girlfriend? I have a husband.

Spell your first name without T, E, R, A, or L. Ky.

How old were you when you had your first kiss? I was 20.

Do you ever save Aim conversations? Not in like 10 years.

If you were a crayon what color would you be? Eh, I don't know. Maybe just my favorite color (dark blue).

Do you wish your eyes were a different color? If so, what? No.

What is the 4th digit in your phone number? I’d rather not say.

Who was the last person to comment you on Myspace? N/A.

Have you ever given someone a fake phone number? No. Your phones ringing; who do you want it to be? It's 1:20 a.m. on a Sunday morning, so I'd rather it not ring at all!

Have you lied to get out of a date? I've never been in a situation where that would have been something I'd consider doing.

Was your mom a cheerleader in high school? No.

Do you still have pictures of your ex? I don't have any exes.

When was the last time you ate at McDonald's? I'm not sure, actually. Maybe around a year ago?

Do you think more about the past, present or future? I tend to think about them all equally.

Are you more of a talker or a listener? Listener.

What do you wear to bed? Lounge pants and an oversized t-shirt.

Do you like ketchup or mustard better? I like them both about the same.

Did you ever have a Furby when you were little? Hah, yes, I had the Millennium Y2K special edition one.

Did you eat a cookie today? No.

What do you and your parents fight about the most? I don't fight with my parents.

How old will you be in 15 years? 45.

Is summer your favorite season? No, I don't like warm weather all that much. My favorite season is autumn.

Chinese, Mexican, or Italian food? Italian.

How many states have you lived in? Four. Delaware, Louisiana, Ohio, and Virginia.

When is the last time you saw your mom? February.

Do you like the band Mayday Parade? I don't think I know any songs by them.

What was the first thing you thought about when you woke up today? I was wondering what time it was, and wishing I'd be able to fall back asleep for a while.

Do you think dance/techno music is annoying? Some of it is, some of it isn't.

What year were you born? 1990.

Do you shop at Hollister? No.

Grab the nearest book and turn to page 17. What is the 4th word? Airspace.

What are you going to be for Halloween? I haven't dressed up for Halloween since I was a kid.

How many times have you seen your favorite movie? I have multiple favorite movies, and I'm not sure exactly how many times I've seen them.

Do you own a Coach purse? No.

What's your Myspace song right now? N/A.

Has a boyfriend/girlfriend ever given you a pet name? My husband has.

[survey source: Bzoink.com/S154176]

[wyvernquill]

So, I was tagged in this by the wonderful @silent--sonata, our resident book club cryptid, and now I, too, must answer her riddles!

Rules: Answer 17 Questions & tag 17 people you want to get to know better (though I'll probably tag less, let's be honest here).

Nickname: Wy/Wyv/Wyvern online, Cookie sometimes by my gf, or "you evil, evil, very cruel no good human being" when I've written something angsty, also by my darling Nugget.

Zodiac Sign: Libra. The Tadfield Advertiser tells me a friend is important to me, that help may come from an unexpected quarter, and that I should avoid salads because I'm vulnerable to stomach upsets.

Height: 165cm, I think. Which is... hold on, let me Google that... 5'5''...?

Hogwarts house: Ravenclaw. Very Ravenclaw. So Ravenclaw. (Though, then again, Hermione was sorted into Gryffindor, so who knows what would've happened if I was plot-relevant to a Chosen One?)

Last thing I googled: converting cm to whatever heathen measurement is the alternative, see questions before previous one. But before that, it was some reference images for Jojo's Bizarre Adventure fanart.

Song stuck in my head: Bach's Cello Suite No. 1 in G Major, Prélude. It's lovely.

Following and followers: following 72, followed by 147.

Amount I sleep: it varies. Usually people tell me it's too little. I can function just as well on 4 hours as on 8 though, so that's fine!

Lucky number(s): 7. (I know, basic.) Also pi. And 42!

Dream job: writing/author, it's what I enjoy like nothing else. As for more realistic dreams... when I was a little child, I wanted to become a maths professor, but now I think literature professor is more my jam. Definitely academia though.

Wearing: my pyjamas with the little hugging ghosties on it. (Yes, at 3pm. Shush.) My 4m Doctor Who scarf I knit myself the autumn before last.

Favourite song(s): ...it's very, very difficult to choose. I generally love every opera I sang in with choir, and have an especially soft spot for Mascagni's "Regina Coeli", from Cavalleria Rusticana. I also love musicals, and can sing the entire opening of RENT on my own - including acting! (And special mention for Bubbles's genius book club OST! It's beautiful!)

Random fact: okay, because this came up yesterday... >gets soap box<

DID YOU KNOW, THE HOW TO TRAIN YOUR DRAGON MOVIES ARE BASED ON A WILDLY DIFFERENT (and, in my personal opinion, much better) BOOK SERIES? I ADVISE EVERYONE TO READ IT, BOOK!TOOTHLESS IS A TINY LITTLE BRAT AND CAN TALK, BOOK!FISHLEGS IS HICCUP'S BEST (only) FRIEND, THERE'S A BADASS LITTLE BURGLAR GIRL CALLED CAMICAZI WHO HANGS OUT WITH THEM BECAUSE THEY HAVE ALL THE FUN ADVENTURES, IT'S AMAZING!!! THE GENERAL MORAL IS ALSO QUITE DIFFERENT IN COMPARISON TO THE MOVIES, IF YOU HAVEN'T READ THESE BOOKS YOU'RE MISSING OUT!!!

>ehem< sorry for that. I just feel like people should Know about this. These books are a treasure, and however good the movies are on their own, they honestly can't compare. (Sorry, Nugget.)

Favourite Authors: Terry Pratchett. Can't believe I've only re-discovered him recently, after the German edition of Maurice didn't appeal much to 11-year-old me. Cressida Cowell, see previous question. Also Angie Sage's delightful Septimus Heap series, and Jacqueline Rayner's Doctor Who stories. Honourable mention to Erich Kästner's Fabian/Der Gang Vor Die Hunde, which I read back in 11th grade and really want to write academically about one day.

Favourite Animal Noises: anything cats do. Special mention to the little burr-mew one of mine does whenever someone sneezes.

Aesthetic: Hermione. Pretty much. I wear something school-uniform-esque and all, though I also have a hat and a tartan bowtie, so... part Aziraphale, I guess? (My brother will tell you that I'm a gremlin. He's lying. Don't listen to him.)

Well, that's that - let's see who I can think of tagging. (If you don't feel like answering, that's no problem at all! Only if you feel like it! <3)

@sortofsunny, @cafekat91, @thelittleblackfox, @ifeelbetterer, @vodkertonic, @still-not-king, @percyjacksonfan3, @handlebarstiedtothestars, @darkonesdagger7437, @godihatethisfreakingcat, uh... seems like I can't think of anyone else Bubbles hasn't already tagged. Oh well! 10 out of 17 will have to do.

[glitterdeerswritingblog]

To those who wanted that sneak peak at my progress on my HiredAssassin! Sophie × InsuranceFraudPrince!Fitz, here it is:

The Moonlark crouched behind the edge of the sandstone wall, making sure no one was coming before slipping down the dark corridor.

She referred back to the set of instructions that had been delivered to her via raven the night before—the lines concerning her disguise and entrance earlier that morning crossed off like a checklist—squinting to make out the loopy lettering in the moonlight that filtered in through the barred windows. Another 20 steps, and on her left… There.

As she reached for the handle, she heard footsteps and hastily retreated around the corner before walking around the bend as if she worked here and certainly wasn't infiltrating the palace to assassinate a member of the royal family.

The man—if someone of his age should be called a man—came into view: light brown hair, the color of cinnamon, skin a shade of honeyed bronze, eyes sparklingly teal, broad shoulders inside of a white tunic with a purple and blue embroidered jerkin, his long legs covered in purple pants of silk, and his look completed with a pair of blue studded dress shoes.

The Moonlark swore internally. Of course she ran into Prince Fitzroy Vacker. Her very target.

"My lord," she said in a bashful tone, bowing into a curtsey. "Out to stargaze?"

"Evening, miss," he responded in his royally crisp accent. "I'm simply out to smell the roses."

The Moonlark's brain stalled. How had he just accidentally spoken the code phrase? She stared at him as she replied, "I hope the scent is worth the thorns."

Prince Fitzroy gave her a small smile. "Right this way." He pulled open the door the Moonlark almost entered, letting her in before shutting the door and leading her down the steps of the narrow staircase. At the bottom, he opened another door, this one heavy and oaken, with thick metal hinges and a metal knocker.

He and the Moonlark enter the room, and Fitzroy shuts and locks it behind them. The Moonlark realized it was a wine cellar. The barred window took up the size of the back wall, and the Moonlark could see barrels of alcohol and liquor lined against the sand brick walls.

"Sorry about all of the formalities. I am aware that the pass code was not the greatest, but it was a line from this truly awful book I had been reading and I figured it'd be a funny little thing before I die."

"So, to clarify," the Moonlark said, "You hired me."

"Yes," Prince Fitzroy said.

"To kill you."

"That is correct."

"Okay," she said. "Do you just need someone to talk to?"

"Nope, I'm all good. I don’t really mind, I just need to be dead."

"No offense, but it feels wrong to kill you."

"Because I want you to?"

"Look," she said. "I've been around the marketplace for a while. There's always someone looking to have someone else killed, even royalty. I've seen plenty of hits for your dad, or even a few for your mom out of jealousy, but never have I seen a hit for any of their children. In fact, everyone has always seemed to adore you guys. So I figured when I saw the hit for you—the people's prince and the royals' declared heir—that you were secretly a tyrant. So I came figuring you were going to end up being a dickhead as royals usually are, except… you aren't. You know all of the guards and staffs' names, you ask them how they are and actually listen, you help them out when they need it by having them take breaks and checking if they've eaten or drank, you clean up after yourself so that others don't have to, and you overall treat them like they're human. They all truly love and respect you, even the ones who don't like anyone like grumpy Sir Faxon."

The prince was blushing. "I try my best to make sure they're all safe and happy."

"That's my point. They don't want you dead. No one does. So I'm trying to figure out why you do."

"You know, for an assassin, you seem to care a lot about other people."

"Well, killing someone is undoable. I make sure that my client truly wants the target dead, and not out of a slight or pride. I always give them options for less irreversible revenge. Currently, I want to make sure it isn't out of despondency."

The prince sighed. "I'm not despondent. I will miss my family and my people, but it is for their good." He didn't meet her eyes as he said, "My father is a good king. For the most part, he is fit to rule Eternalia. However, he does have lapses in judgement. Recently, he butted heads with the royal family of Lumenaria. The easiest way to fix the conflict is for my father to apologize and admit he was wrong, but instead he decided my sister should marry one of their brood. Biana has only just turned 19 and I don't want her shoved into a political marriage to fix what she didn't break. When I die, my will gives her all of my money and my life insurance goes to my mother so that Biana can get out and have a normal, happy life."

The Moonlark stared at him until he looked back up to her. "So you mean to tell me you hired an assassin to kill you for insurance fraud in order to protect your sister?"

"Essentially," the prince breathed.

"Well then, why don't we just fake your death?"

Prince Fitzroy blinked at her. "What?"

"Let's fake your death. Honestly I've never killed anyone—"

"I knew it," the prince interjected.

She rolled her eyes. "Well, I'm not an actual assassin. I took the job for the cash because I figured you were a dick. But you have a good heart from what I can tell, and you're trying to sacrifice yourself even though I can practically smell the fear because you're determined to save your sister. I can get behind that. Faking your death means your sister gets away safe and gets your money, and you don't have to die. And bonus, I still get my money at a reduced price, seeing as I don’t have to actually kill you."

"Well, I like not dying," the prince said. "But how does one fake their death?"

The Moonlark gave him a grin. "Now that I do have a lot of experience with. In order for this to work, you have to trust me."

"Okay. But can I bring my horse? I don't want to leave her alone."

"Absolutely." The Moonlark clapped the prince on the shoulder, though she did have to stand on her tiptoes to make the top of her head come to his nose. "Alright, Pretty Boy, if we wanna be out by sunrise, we have to start 20 minutes ago. You have your paper and ink?"

Prince Fitzroy nodded, and the Moonlark said, "Good. I need you to write your letters now. One of them should be a letter addressed to your family saying that you went for an evening stroll and not to worry if they wake up and you aren't at breakfast. To do this right, we're going to make it look like you were eaten by a bear. If that's all you want to say, then that's good enough, but if you want to tell your sister and mother so they aren't too upset, you can write them each notes to explain it, but do your best to use caution and use codes so that someone on the outside won't realize that you're lying to commit insurance fraud, or find out youre alive and try to drag you back."

"Does it have to be that?" Fitz asked.

"Sorry, it's the best I can come up with that doesn't require a witness or removing part of your body for proof. Unless you want to write a note saying that it's all too much and you're committing suicide by jumping off the cliff."

"I'll get eaten by the bear," Prince Fitzroy said with a sigh.

"Alright. In that case, I'll be back in a moment."

The Moonlark navigated her way back to the hall and then to the laundry room. She grabbed two sets of clothing in black, including hoods. She also grabbed a laundered saddle bag and sprinted through the Kitchens, throwing in rations of food and a couple water canteens.

"Put these on," she said, throwing him one of the black outfits once she made it back to the wine cellar. The prince opened his mouth, and the Moonlark said, "I'm not going to watch, but I need the clothes you're wearing right now."

She stared at her feet, and after a few minutes, his old clothes were at her feet. "I am terribly sorry about this, and I really hope these weren't your favorite clothes," the Moonlark said.

"What are you—?" Prince Fitzroy started, but the Moonlark nonchalantly took the knife she'd grabbed and slashed through the clothes. For added effect, she cut a line on her arm and waved her bleeding arm around to stain the cloth.

"You just cut yourself open on our dinner knives," Fitzroy said, rushing over. "Are you alright?"

She rolled her eyes. "I'm fine, Your Majesty. I stopped by the Infirmary on the way here and grabbed some medical supplies." Indeed she had, and she pulled out antiseptic fluid and a gauze roll. she quickly stitched it up, taping it on the cut, and said "All better."

"Please don't call me 'Your Majesty' or 'Prince Fitzroy.' It's always made me uncomfortable, and within a few hours I won't be a prince anymore."

"Are you going to change your name then?" the Moonlark asks.

He shrugged.

"You don't have to decide now if you want to," she said gently. "You have a whole new life to live. But in the meantime, we have to go set those letters where they need to be, you need to pack anything you can't live without or you want if you think it won't be noticeable, and then we have to place your clothes somewhere they'll be found but also not somewhere super unusual, and then we grab your horse and hit the road."

Together, they ran back through the darkened palace. They entered his bedchambers, and the Moonlark said, "Alright, I see you have a bag—great—so take your time packing. I know its a lot and that it probably hasn't hit you yet so just… hang in there. Meanwhile, I'm going to get dressed into my own black monstrosity, and I'll be right back."

Fitzroy nodded, and the Moonlark went into his bathroom. When she came back to the main room, Fitzroy was staring at a drawing of himself with his parents, his brother, and his sister. He folded and tucked it into his breast pocket, the tears on his cheeks reflecting the moonlight. He heard her step closer and jumped, quickly wiping at his face.

"All set?" the Moonlark asked him cautiously. He nodded, and she impulsively grabbed his hand and gave it a quick squeeze before letting it drop.

"Letter time," Fitzroy said, his voice slightly hoarse.

They walked across the hall to another bedchamber, and when they opened the door, a young woman was sitting on the edge of the bed. Her hair was a darker brown, and her skin was lighter by a few shades, but she had the same teal eyes as her brother. "I could hear you two next door," Princess Biana said.

"Hey," her brother said, his voice croaky.

"So, what's happening?" The princess asked, looking at the Moonlark. "And who are you?"

The Moonlark bowed. "Princess. Your brother here hired me as an assassin to execute him."

Princess Biana glared at her brother. "You did what?"

Fitzroy looked sheepish. "She's not killing me anymore, she talked me out of it."

The Moonlark explained how she'd arrived that morning and followed the instructions he'd sent to her before meeting him tonight to discuss plans. Biana listened intently as she relayed their earlier conversation and their plans to fake Fitzroy's death.

"So," Princess Biana said, "You tried to look out for me once again by almost getting yourself killed? Most assassins wouldn't have bat an eyelash. You're very lucky you picked a woman, and a smart one at that."

"I've already had this discussion," Fitzroy sighed. "But when you get out of this place, send Alvar's raven. He'll find me, and then I'll find you."

"Of course,' the princess said. "Are you guys prepared to leave? Dawn is coming quickly, the sun will be up within the hour."

"We're all set," Fitzroy said. He hugged his sister. "Be safe, I love you."

"Love you too," she said. "I'll be fine, you two take care of each other. Is there anything else I can do to help?"

"Don't find the clothes," the Moonlark said. "If you do, it'll look suspicious and put some light on you, especially since the will is in your favor. But when you find out he's 'dead,' be genuine and don't overdo it."

The princess nodded solemnly. She gave Fitzroy one last hug and pulled the Moonlark in, whispering "Take care of him," giving her a kiss on the cheek before taking her letter from the prince and shooing them out.

"Where should we put the other letter?" the Moonlark asked.

"My dad's placement at the table," Fitzroy said immediately.

They went back to the dining room, and the prince took a deep breath before putting it down.

"What's next?"

"I think we head toward the stables. We don't have much time."

Fitzroy nodded. "Right this way," he said.

They walked out a secret entrance on the side of the palace and ended up by the forest. Sophie took out his bloody, ripped clothing and tossed them on the ground five feet off the path. She reopened her bandage and squeezed out as much blood as she could, dripping it around the area.

Fitz looked at the pile of clothing, and the Moonlark saw something inside of him break. She caught his arm and eased him sitting onto the path a few feet further away as he breathed sharp breaths.

The Moonlark wrapped her arm around the prince as he took gasping, panicky breaths. Eventually they slowed and evened out, and the Moonlark said, "Do you feel… better now?"

The prince nodded. "Yeah. I just… yeah, sorry."

"Don't be. I know the feeling. I get if you have some second thoughts, but—."

"Not at all," the prince said. "It's just…"

"Surreal," the Moonlark supplied. "A lot to take in."

"Yeah." The prince stood and pulled her up. "I'm ready."

"Alright. To the stables."

The word "stables" seemed an understatement. It was a large building of wood with a tiled floor and roof. The sides had plenty of spaces for the horses to put their heads out during the day, though the porticos were covered in a satiny curtain. There was an abundance of hay, straw, and grass for the horses as well as treats of crab apples. The water troughs were large enough that the Moonlark could bathe in them no problem. There were all sorts of horse equipment as well as some gardening and hunting tools.

"Mind if I take a bow and a quiver for the road?"

She gave him a wide grin. "Neat."

"Sure," Fitzroy said. "Grab a shield while you're at it as a souvenir."

She plucked one off the wall and studied it. "Good timing, too. I used my old one for target practice and hit my last shot too hard. Broke the shield and snapped the bowstring in one go." She put the shield on her arm and slung the bow and quiver around her. "Which horse is yours?"

"Verdi," the prince said.

The Moonlark and the prince stopped outside the horse's enclosure, and she let out a whistle. "She's a beaut," the Moonlark breathed, studying the majestic creature. She was white with cream patches all over her powerful body, her eyes the color of honey.

"I've had her since I started learning to ride when I was fourteen." the prince said. He opened the latch to her gate, and she sauntered out, stopping in front of them. "Where exactly are we going?" he asked.

"I'm assuming you don't have family outside the kingdom, and you need to lay low for a bit, so I'll take you to where I call home, and when you get into the routine of normal life and get on your feet, you can go wherever you want. Sound like a plan?"

"Yep," the prince said.

"Alright, give me one moment," the Moonlark said. She undid her hair from the bun she had it in, pulling it back in a high pony instead. "That's better. I was getting a headache from that bun. You ready, Fitz?"

The prince nodded at her. "After you."

The Moonlark clambered up, quickly followed by Fitzroy.

He leaned forward. "Actually, I like that. Do you mind… calling me Fitz from now on?"

"No problem," she said to him.

"And… if it's not prying?" he asked, leaving the question open.

"What's my name?" The Moonlark supplied. "I'm taking you to my house, with my parents and my siblings, so you may as well know. But trust me, if you ever slip to someone and tell them who I am, I will hunt you down and murder you." She took a breath, turned around on Verdi, and stuck out her hand. "Nice to meet you Fitz, I'm Sophie."

"Nice to meet you too, Sophie," Fitz said with a grin, shaking her hand.

[chxnyeol]

21 Questions Tag

I was tagged by @atiny-wooyoung, @fairyeosangel, and @coffeekpopandcookies ily guys

1. Nickname: "Day" is my nickname! Sometimes my mom's side of the family call me "Daisy" and my Dad calls me "SB"

2. Zodiac: (sun) Scorpio, (moon) Aries, (rising) Saggitarius

3. Height: 161cm (5′3″) (I'm 5'4" on a good day)

4. Hogwarts: Slytherin

5. Last thing i googled: "pretty bitch sogumm lyrics"

6. Favourite musicians: bOI there are way too many to name. way too many. mac ayres. tori kelly. ariana grande. as tall as lions. the fray. exo. nct. giriboy. crush. thama. changmo. hoody. to name a few.

7. Song(s) stuck in my head: Lellamarz- "...", Crush ft. Pink Sweat$- "I Wanna Be Yours", Sogumm- "Pretty Bitch" (which makes me mad bc I don't like the song)

8. Following: 694

9. Followers: 788

10. Do you get asks: I do! And I love getting them! I love you guys!

11. Amount of sleep: Uhh like 4-6 hours regularly, but i take a lot of naps (thanks seasonal depression)

12. What are you wearing: hoodie with a random high school on it, t-shirt under it that says 'graduate studies' for my uni, leggings, black and grey socks with champaign glasses on it

13. Dream Job: songwriter / singer / sugar baby

14. Dream trip: Santorini, Greece and Seoul, South Korea!

15. Instruments: Piano, ukulele, guitar. I used to play the trumpet many years ago and I really wanna learn the violin or viola

16. Languages: I speak English and a decent amount of Spanish (someone pls practice with me). I know the hangul alphabet and a few words/phrases but not many, and my pronunciation is not good

17. 10 favourite songs right now:

Lellamarz "..."

Crush ft. Pink Sweat$ "I Wanna Be Yours"

Hoody "Complex"

June "The Way You Feel Inside"

TXT "Run Away"

Jackson Wang "Titanic"

Frank Ocean "Pink+White"

Giriboy ft. Big Naughty "Eul"

Changmo & Yummda- "4 Times"

Mac Ayres "Summertime Live"

18. If you were an animal, what would you be: I'd wanna be a fox, because they're my favorite animal. I asked my roommate, too, and she responded:

"A fox. They're small and mischevious and sometimes vengeful. You wouldn't wanna get a fox mad. They're wiley creatures. Small and cute but also frightening"

19. Favorite food: French fries!!!!!!!!! Honestly, potatoes period

20. Random fact(s):

I'm deathly afraid of the ocean. Like, I absolutely LOVE aquatic life, especially the deep sea, but I can't GO IN the ocean because I got dragged out to sea as a young teen and have been terrified since then

I sat on an alligator once (edited to add that the alligator was not harmed and i was not an asshole to it, it was part of an experience at a sanctuary).

My favorite flowers are sunflowers

I'm a little deaf in one ear

I've hosted a radio show that features korean music (with @withyounct ) once a week for the past 3 years. It's through our uni's radio station, but it plays on our town's radio towers! We play khh, kr&b, and krock. We've only got 5 shows left until the show is over for good and I'm so sad about it lmaooooo

I've been chased by a dog, a turkey, a goat, and a racoon (twice) in my life

21. My aesthetic: dark pastels, autumn-time vibes

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@pinktea99, @withyounct, @bitiongang, @brini144, @yongsuh, @smitssharon02, @fluffyyunho, @shibernation

[sundaynightnovels]

chinese mythology AU: the moon rabbit

so @insearchof-solace​ gave me this prompt a while back and i was immediately inspired and.... wrote nothing BUT i kept wanting to write it (that’s fair enough, no????) && now that i’m finally up to writing it, my word doc is acting up on me and i was ready to throw in the towel but i was like

well. i write a whole bunch and don’t edit my work anyway, so how about i try something different and write it right now, spontaneously, on this post here? are you nervous? i’m rebellious and low on energy and don’t have enough mind to be nervous  so yea, i’m gonna give it a go. so there’s no like introductory post on how long it’s gonna be or what is it about or how vastly different it is from the actual mythology (very different, probably) like always, this is an AU of my wip like all things out of season, i.e. using its characters and whatnot. so yea. a little background: the moon rabbit is, well, a rabbit. who lives on the moon. it’s usually like seen pounding something with a mortar and pestle that the chinese (the moon rabbit exists in a lot of other asian mythology but i’m using the chinese one for this because, well. it’s a chinese au piece) assumes is the elixir of life, and is usually portrayed as being a companion of chang’e, the moon goddess. but who knows? will there be a companion here?? i don’t know.  what i do know is that i’ll be personifying the moon rabbit, so yea. i won’t be describing an actual rabbit with rabbit limbs and features per se here, but something rather human. here it goes: edit: after writing, it seems a lil philosophical and kinda gloomy. not my usual light-hearted thing, so be warned!

The moon is round tonight. Well, that’s no different from usual -- it is round every night, there’s no way it can suddenly change its shape beneath his feet, but well. He supposes, for the mortals down there, the moon is round tonight. Below him, flickering lights dance like waves cascading over one another; they sputter and glow within their paper walls, orange and red and yellow and even purple. Laughter weaves its way between hooked arms and raucous chatter, explodes as someone butchers a poetry recital and recedes when a performance begins. He sits there, on the edge. The stone is cool in his grip, familiar and worn; it sets a rhythm alongside the pounding beats and traditional tunes of the music below. Each time, a push and a twist, a push and a twist.  By the time applause breaks out, the herbs have already been ground to dust. He’s used to the smell; they prick at his nostrils and lingers in the air, but his nose always aches and the air around him is always heavy anyway. He’s used to it. Sometimes he wonders. Of course he does, he’s had more than enough time, so much that he doesn’t care to notice about the flow of the ages, passing so quickly beneath his feet that if he merely blinks, he thinks he might miss civilisation’s end.  Not that it matters to him, of course. Eras come and go, mortals live and perish. And all that eventually remains are the ghosts of memories that have come to pass.  Echoes, rather -- not ghosts. Ghosts are too corporeal, nearly substantial in their remembrance. And memories are fickle beings. They shift and change with age and perspective, warp with desires and denials; the more someone strives to recollect, the more they rebuild and break down the past, the less firm the foundation. The less solid the form. What’s left is merely an echo, a lingering afterthought. Something not as significant, yet remains hovering in the atmosphere like a miasma suspended over a grave -- doomed to haunt for all of eternity. Mortals are all chased by their echoes. And he wonders, of course, what his might be. If he were to be mortal. But of course, he isn’t. And that is a useless thought to contemplate on, for something that he cannot and will not be. He keeps pounding away. His moon is always round, after all. - The smoke is thick, almost viscous somehow. It snakes up into the air, wiggling and struggling, fighting to get out. It happens, occasionally. Though perhaps that might not be the best descriptor. Occasionally to him takes place over a rather large span of time, anyway. It doesn’t matter. The mortals move away, backs resolutely turned. Some are crying. Some press their palms tight and hold them close to their hearts, letting hushed words slip into open air. Others, younger ones, so tiny he can barely see them from where he sits, look confused.  It’s bright again, but not like before. The flames are ravenous and fierce, hungry and unrelenting; they chase after the paper offerings and tear apart the paper house, eating and swallowing till there’s nothing left. The smoke dies down; it’s a little easier to breathe. He thinks.  He doesn’t quite know. A physical release might not be quite the same as an emotional one.  What he does understand, though, is that everything comes back to dust. You bring nothing with you when you’re brought to life, and you carry nothing away in your death. It is a cycle. It will eventually happen again, he doesn’t know why they grieve. He is no expert, of course. He continues to pound away at the mixture for an immortality elixir. - She’s here today. The moon is a large place, and they don’t often cross paths. He feels like it’s been eons since he’s last spoken. It might have been. She doesn’t speak. She sits at the edge and peers down. Though there can be no sign of age on the smooth lines of her face, she somehow looks weathered. Old and beaten. Tired, from an eternity of existence.

He clears his throat; it is resounding in the silence. “Hi.” “Hi,” she replies.  She used to be mortal. She used to love and be loved. But it’s been ages.  There’s no one there for her now. He sits beside her and doesn’t speak, just pushes the bottle towards her and looks at his hands.  The skin is peeling and his palms are bruised. He is immortal, yet still they are bruised. It is an odd spectacle. He curls his fingers around them and squeezes. He stares at her and he wonders. If she’s a beautiful immortal worshiped by all and he’s her humble companion praised in textbooks.  Or maybe she’s an idol for virtue and he’s one for diligence and utility.  In reality though, he thinks it might be something else instead. That she’s a mortal stuck in a cage and that he’s her captor. Or that they are both trapped in a never-ending circle that chases after itself, sitting on the edge and trying to break the trajectory. Maybe it’s better not to think at all. After all, the moon will always be round. She will always be told in stories, celebrated in festivals. And he will always be here, pounding away for all of eternity.  Memories will live on forever, anyway -- even if they are merely echoes. Especially if they are merely echoes.  They are meant to live forever.

---------------------- okay! i don’t know why this ended up so depressing. like i said, i really didn’t plan anything. and i don’t know what this means. maybe it’s a deliberation on immortality VS mortality and how hou yi has maybe got the right idea the whole time? (okay, explanations about certain myths below.) or maybe something about myths being glorified and immortalised and wondering how that might go about in actual reality. or maybe that people should be given decisions about their own lives and not forced into a routine by fate i don’t know okay don’t question me i don’t think when i’m writing it also kinda, sort of, reflects a little about the beginning of my wip?  alright so a few things:

the moon rabbit is.... dun dun dun!! i’m sure some of y’all have guessed! it’s shou!! (that’s why it kinda reflects the beginning of my wip a little bit)

and the female is obviously... dun dun dun! chang’e!!! and she is!!!! well, this might be a little harder to guess but it also does reflect a little bit of her past / backstory in the companion novel. anyway!! it is... zhen!!

basic background on the mythology of chang’e: she is married to a man named hou yi, and back then there were like, 10 suns on earth and everyone was suffering because it was hella hot and hou yi, being a great man and a saviour of the broken (oops, mcr reference), he shot down 9 out of 10 of the suns. he was rewarded with an elixir of immortality, but he didn’t want to take it because he wanted to be with his wife. anyway something happened, bla bla bla, in order to protect the elixir from some bad guys, chang’e downed it herself and became immortal, and she decided to live in a place where she’d be closest to her husband -- which was incidentally the moon. and mid-autumn celebration is kinda celebrated for her too. okay, it also celebrates a bunch of other stuff, but for chang’e as well!

the first part he’s watching the mid-autumn festival celebrations, traditionally celebrated with people holding a bunch of lanterns on the 15th day of the 8th lunar month, which is when there is a full moon (just fyi, the 15th day of all the lunar months tend to have a full moon)

the second part he’s watching a funeral procession (kinda more like a buddhist one, where you burn joss paper and paper ingots and paper houses etc.) not really in detail but yea

the phrase that i used ‘In life you carry nothing, and in death you bring nothing’ comes from this actual chinese thing that you say ‘生不带来 死不带去’ which means the same thing

ALRIGHT. uhh. hope y’all enjoyed?? tagging my tag list @cabaretofwords​ @inked-waves​ @latechickadee​ @kidsarentallwrite​ @insearchof-solace​ @kaigods​ @inkpot-dreamer​ @pen-for-sword​ @thedreamsofthesky​ @cheap-pins​

as usual y’all are free to drop me prompts any time alright! 

[myalgicencephalomyelitiscfstom]

Info about me and my ME work over the years: -- Frustratingly, my profile for the Wego Health awards is still not showing up on the page. I have been told the problem will be fixed in July 8. Anyway, here is the text of my profile.

If you want to endorse me in any or all of the 4 categories, I have been nominated for, here is the link: https://awards.wegohealth.com/nominees/230 -- I have had Myalgic Encephalomyelitis (M.E.)* since February 1989, when I was just 16. I wasn't diagnosed till autumn 1994 by which time I was severely affected. Although I am not as ill as I was for the first few months, when I was basically bedbound, only able to read & understand cartoons, I remain severely affected 24 years on, only leaving the home for important appointments or to go to our holiday home for the summer. I blame the late diagnosis, & following advice to exercise, for the severity of my illness as in the early years I was only mildly affected (able to study full-time, once I cut out most extracurricular activities).

After being diagnosed for over a year, I realised there was a good chance I was going to be stuck being quite ill & disabled for a long period, possibly indefinitely, a prospect that wasn't appealing. Moreover, I realised that there wasn't a huge effort to research the illness well; it wasn't on the radar the way many other conditions were.

I have been busy for the last 23 years working away as a (voluntary) ME activist. Much of what I concentrated on in the early years was raising awareness & understanding in Ireland with the Irish ME/CFS Association. I have done around 50 media interviews & have been featured in most of the national newspapers in Ireland. I have written dozens of press releases & have helped arrange for around 130 Irish families affected with ME to tell their story over the years in over 400 interviews. A lot more people are diagnosed here now & attitudes have improved.

When I became involved, there were only 45 people on the Irish ME/CFS Association mailing list. This made it difficult to respond to some media requests for interviewees. So one of the things I concentrated on was building up the membership. It reached over 450 one stage, though has gradually dropped back now, possibly due to the Internet.

I set up a research fund within the Association in 1996 & gradually with a lot of ground-level fundraising & small donations (I think the largest have been a few donations of €1000 each), we have now raised over €300,000 for much needed research.

We have done mail-outs of information bundles to various information sources incl. to all Irish GPs twice & we are more than 50% through the third one. I was involved in organising our first medical education event for GPs this year.

When I became involved the Association’s newsletter was one or two pages long. As the editor over 22 years, I’ve gradually built it up to a more substantial newsletter which has reached on occasion 80 pages long. I also edit an e-mail bulletin, usually with 10 items that goes out to members around once a week.

I have helped arrange dozens of Irish ME/CFS Association meetings with Irish & international medical & scientific speakers along with dozens of other meetings such as screenings of documentaries on the illness.

I’ve coordinated the Association’s helpline volunteer team for 20 years, dealing with many of the more challenging calls myself. I’ve also dealt with a lot of other enquiries to the Association.

In the mid-2000s, my concentration levels improved & allowed me to read a lot of research papers in the field. I realised a lot of rubbish was going unchallenged & the pool of people who were trying to respond ever was small, so have spent quite a bit of time responding to papers: I've authored or coauthored 7 papers & 17 letters published in various peer-reviewed journals along with over 100 e-letters. Probably my proudest achievement was the publication of my paper, "Reporting of Harms Associated with Graded Exercise Therapy (GET) & Cognitive Behavioural Therapy (CBT) in Myalgic Encephalomyelitis/Chronic Fatigue Syndrome". I had previously been quite academically able but things are more difficult now with M.E. so it took a lot of work & sacrifice over more around 15 months. I was also involved with the critique of the £5 million PACE Trial, which was supposed to be the “definitive” of GET & CBT for CFS. In various publications, I or teams I was involved with highlighted flaws in what had been published and eventually reanalysed the data to show that the results were very unimpressive, particularly when objective comes were looked at.

I still live at home with my parents who take care of most of the practical stuff, which frees me up to use the energy I have on ME matters. I follow ME news closely & try to help the ME cause, in Ireland and internationally, as best I can. Twitter, Facebook & other platforms allow me to share what I find to a wider audience. I believe there is power in numbers and together we can make a difference; conversely, I feel that if I & others don't try, we could be ignored and fobbed off indefinitely with rehabilitative therapies like GET & CBT based on scheduling increased activity.

*Perhaps better known in some countries as "Chronic Fatigue Syndrome" (CFS), although some CFS definitions are overly broad -- Hopefully people won't be too unkind if they have some problems with what it includes. I could only fit in info on some of the work I've been involved with in the Irish ME/CFS Association.

[whatshehassaid]

1. coffee mugs, teacups, wine glasses, water bottles, or soda cans?

Coffee mugs and wine glasses

2. chocolate bars or lollipops?

Lollipops

3. bubblegum or cotton candy?

Bubblegum

4. how did your elementary school teachers describe you?

Quiet, sensitive, shy, creative

5. do you prefer to drink soda from soda cans, soda bottles, plastic cups or glass cups?

Soda bottles, glass ones

6. pastel, boho, tomboy, preppy, goth, grunge, formal or sportswear?

It differs, usually it’s closest boho/pastel. I just wear whatever I like.

7. earbuds or headphones?

Headphones

8. movies or tv shows?

Depends. I like both

9. favorite smell in the summer?

Freshly cut grass, peaches

10. game you were best at in p.e.?

Soccer

11. what you have for breakfast on an average day?

Depends on how I feel... sometimes just toast & coffee, sometimes fruit & coffee...

12. name of your favorite playlist?

Changes all the time, right now it’s one of my own on Spotify called Indie & More

13. lanyard or key ring?

Key ring

14. favorite non-chocolate candy?

Fuzzy Peaches

15. favorite book you read as a school assignment?

Um... technically I read it in high school, but not for an assignment, just because I wanted to: 1984 by George Orwell... (I was kind of protesting my own English teacher for not putting it on the list of books lmao)

16. most comfortable position to sit in?

I dunno, half laying down, I guess?

17. most frequently worn pair of shoes?

I have a pair of thigh high faux suede go-go boots I wear a lot... either those or sandals

18. ideal weather?

Warm but not TOO warm. Warm with a nice breeze

19. sleeping position?

I sleep on my stomach a lot.

20. preferred place to write (i.e., in a note book, on your laptop, sketchpad, post-it notes, etc.)?

In bed

21. obsession from childhood?

Ancient Egypt

22. role model?

I don’t... really have one?

23. strange habits?

I wouldn’t call it a strange habit, but I run my hands through/play with my hair a lot

24. favorite crystal?

Rose quartz or opal stones

25. first song you remember hearing?

Oh jeez, I dunno... first one I think of is Love Song by Sky, but that’s DEFINITELY not the first since it was made like, 7 years after I was born

26. favorite activity to do in warm weather?

Read outside in the sun

27. favorite activity to do in cold weather?

Read inside with hot tea (lol)

28. five songs to describe you?

Wish You Were Here by Pink Floyd

Cherry by Lana Del Rey

The Show by Lenka

Q.U.E.E.N. (feat. Erykah Badu) by Janelle Monae

Lovely (feat. Khalid) by Billie Eilish

29. best way to bond with you?

Hmmm, be honest and open, I guess?

30. places that you find sacred?

I... don’t know? My bedroom is my favorite spot....?

31. what outfit do you wear to kick ass and take names?

Hahaha, I don’t really kick ass and take names.

32. top five favorite vines?

One

Two

Three

Four

Five

33. most used phrase in your phone?

Uhhhhhhhhh............ I don’t know?

34. advertisements you have stuck in your head?

Those Wayfair commercials are...... quite sticky

35. average time you fall asleep?

12am-2am

36. what is the first meme you remember ever seeing?

It’s either that Numa Numa video, the Can Haz Cheeseburger cat or the He-man what’s going on video

37. suitcase or duffel bag?

Suitcase

38. lemonade or tea?

Why not both?

39. lemon cake or lemon meringue pie?

Again, why not both?

40. weirdest thing to ever happen at your school?

I haven’t been in school in almost a decade so... Um... I don’t know? I can’t remember anything really

41. last person you texted?

....wouldn’t you like to know.....

42. jacket pockets or pants pockets?

I like both

43. hoodie, leather jacket, cardigan, jean jacket or bomber jacket?

Hoodies and leather (faux) jackets are my fave.

44. favorite scent for soap?

I like shea butter and cocoa butter...

45. which genre: sci-fi, fantasy or superhero?

Sci-fi fantasy (I do like some superhero stuff too though)

46. most comfortable outfit to sleep in?

BIG T-SHIRTS (no pants or socks, I HATE sleeping in pants and socks)

47. favorite type of cheese?

I love cheese so... either goat cheese or mozzarella

48. if you were a fruit, what kind would you be?

Oh, that one’s easy. Cherry.

49. what saying or quote do you live by?

I don’t really live by a specific quote or saying

50. what made you laugh the hardest you ever have?

It’s a tie between scenes from Bridesmaids, Night at the Roxbury & Dumb and Dumber

51. current stresses?

Health stuff (for both me and my mum), money issues, crush issues...... lol

52. favorite font?

I’m boring. Arial

53. what is the current state of your hands?

Uh, I have nice nails right now and my hands are moisturized... I have a huge burn on my thumb though. (Weirdest questions....)

54. what did you learn from your first job?

That companies and your bosses don’t give two shits about you.

55. favorite fairy tale?

Disney version of Beauty and the Beast.... I guess?

56. favorite tradition?

Getting Chinese food on Christmas Eve

57. the three biggest struggles you’ve overcome?

Abuse, Crohn’s disease emergency surgery, Anxiety (still overcoming that one every day)

58. four talents you’re proud of having?

Video editing, drawing, graphic design, and writing (though I don’t write a lot anymore).

59. if you were a video game character, what would your catchphrase be?

Uh... ow?

60. if you were a character in an anime, what kind of anime would you want it to be?

MAGICAL GIRL ANIME!!!!!!

61. favorite line you heard from a book/movie/tv show/etc.?

Happiness can be found in the darkest of times, if one only remembers to turn on the light

62. seven characters you relate to?

Audrey Horne (Twin Peaks)

Aria Montgomery (Pretty Little Liars)

I don’t... really have many others....

63. five songs that would play in your club?

Stuff by Janelle Monae and Beyonce for sure

64. favorite website from your childhood?

Miniclip and Candystand lmao

65. any permanent scars?

Yes. Surgery scar on my abdomen

66. favorite flower(s)?

Hibiscus and sunflowers

67. good luck charms?

Nah, not really

68. worst flavor of any food or drink you’ve ever tried?

One of those vomit flavored Bertie Botts Every Flavored Beans

69. a fun fact that you don’t know how you learned?

I have no idea. I can’t think of anything

70. left or right handed?

Right handed (I am, anyway)

71. least favorite pattern?

Those really old school Italian lady florals... hahaha

72. worst subject?

Math, I really was bad at math and I still am

73. favorite weird flavor combo?

Is cheddar and apple a weird flavor combo?

74. at what pain level out of ten (1 through 10) do you have to be at before you take an advil or ibuprofen?

Well..... I’m always taking advil ‘cause I’m always at a level 5. Thanks, chronic illness!

75. when did you lose your first tooth?

I have no idea, ask my mother

76. what’s your favorite potato food (i.e. tater tots, baked potatoes, fries, chips, etc.)?

Poutine (how Canadian of me)

77. best plant to grow on a windowsill?

Never done it, so I wouldn’t know.

78. coffee from a gas station or sushi from a grocery store?

My grocery store has pretty good sushi, so sushi.

79. which looks better, your school id photo or your driver’s license photo?

Don’t have either, so... hahahaha!

80. earth tones or jewel tones?

Jewel tones.

81. fireflies or lightning bugs?

Fireflies!

82. pc or console?

Console

83. writing or drawing?

Drawing.

84. podcasts or talk radio?

Podcasts

84. barbie or polly pocket?

I’ve always been a Polly Pocket girl, but OG Polly Pocket

85. fairy tales or mythology?

Mythology

86. cookies or cupcakes?

Cookies

87. your greatest fear?

Abandonment, Loss...

88. your greatest wish?

Love and contentment

89. who would you put before everyone else?

Does it sound selfish to say myself? I mean that in the best possible way ‘cause only I can take care of myself

90. luckiest mistake?

Ummmmmmm, no idea...

91. boxes or bags?

What is with these questions? It depends, I guess.

92. lamps, overhead lights, sunlight or fairy lights?

FAIRY LIGHTS AND SUNLIGHT

93. nicknames?

Sarie, Sar, my dad called me Turkey as a kid (god knows why)

94. favorite season?

Autumn

95. favorite app on your phone?

Spotify

96. desktop background?

It’s Gustav Klimt’s “The Kiss”

97. how many phone numbers do you have memorized?

Not many anymore...

98. favorite historical era?

Ancient Egypt... uh... Victorian era and 1920′s... but just the aesthetic... not... the uh.. lol, reality.

[frighthouseofalighthouse]

All weird asks!! They're so good!

Sorry this is a bit late, babe! I wanted to wait til I had the opportunity to answer all these uninterrupted!

1. coffee mugs, teacups, wine glasses, water bottles, or soda cans?

Coffee mugs! tbh I drink tea out of coffee mugs because who actually uses teacups? I mean my grandma has tons and I would use them, but the handles are so tiny and I am v clumsy so it scares me.

2. chocolate bars or lollipops?

Chocolate bars!!! I’m too impatient for lollipops and plus they always get coated in saliva which just...drips down my chin since my mouth is already full.

3. bubblegum or cotton candy?

Bubblegum! I love cotton candy but I can only handle a bit at a time tbh. Also I haven’t had bubblegum in almost two years bc of braces and I miss it so much I can’t wait to have it again.

4. how did your elementary school teachers describe you?

Okay, so even though I’ve always been homeschooled, when I was in elementary school we did this program with a ton of other homeschoolers where you could take actual classes and stuff. My teachers always said I was quiet and focused and studious, and you could always count on me to be lecturing everyone else on the instructions if they hadn’t been paying attention. (does any of that surprise anyone?)

5. do you prefer to drink soda from soda cans, soda bottles, plastic cups or glass cups? GLASS SODA BOTTLES. nothing beats soda that’s been bottled in glass rather than plastic. You ever had orange cream soda from a glass bottle????? SLAPS ASS MY DUDE.

6. pastel, boho, tomboy, preppy, goth, grunge, formal or sportswear?

Pastel/boho/preppy/goth, my dude. I have so many sides to my fashion and aesthetic.

7. earbuds or headphones?

EARBUDS BC HEADPHONES NEVER FIT OVER MY EARS RIGHT. BUT EARBUDS WITH SOFT TIPS BECAUSE MY EARS ARE TOO SMALL FOR THE PLASTIC ONES.

8. movies or tv shows?

Tv shows tbh because even though I can binge 4 eps of 45 minutes each per night, they’ll hold my attention a lot more than a movie. It’s weird.

9. favorite smell in the summer?

Thunderstorms/petrichor, also natural bogs. PEAT BOG SMELL FUCKING SLAPS.

10. game you were best at in p.e.?

None. I liked trampoline time back when we took gymnastics, if that counts. I also liked jump roping and Irish step dancing.

11. what you have for breakfast on an average day?

Nothing lmao. I sleep til like noon and then I microwave something for lunch.

12. name of your favorite playlist?

My catchall playlist, Things I Love, my summer playlist, Summer Songs, my Gryffindor playlist, My Queen And Country playlist for writing, and my playlist for The Raven Cycle. (after I post this I’ll edit it and link them)

13. lanyard or key ring?

Keyring, a lanyard would like constantly detract from my outfit if that makes sense???

14. favorite non-chocolate candy?

Sour Patch Kids or Swedish Fish.

15. favorite book you read as a school assignment?

Between The Grapes Of Wrath, The Great Gatsby, The Handmaid’s Tale, and To Kill A Mockingbird!

16. most comfortable position to sit in?

Just fucking sprawled every which way.

17. most frequently worn pair of shoes?

My grey converse if it’s comfortable out, my silver flip flops if it’s hot, and my fur-lined black combat boots if it’s cold.

18. ideal weather?

65-70 degrees, partly sunny, breezy, not humid.

19. sleeping position?

I need to sprawl to fall asleep, but once I’m asleep I curl up into a little ball.

20. preferred place to write (i.e., in a note book, on your laptop, sketchpad, post-it notes, etc.)?

Laptop and notebook ONLY IF I’m sure of myself, which isn’t often. But I do write dense, scribbled paragraphs on sermon note pages if something comes to me during church lmao.

21. obsession from childhood?

The American Revolution, weather, astronomy, and mysteries/ghost stories.

22. role model?

Idk tbh? Lately I’m just trying to define and live up to my own standards?

23. strange habits?

Pulling the collar of my shirt up to my mouth and sucking on it. Also being a perfectionist in my writing. I don’t do messy drafts. It’s all perfect by the time I write it, and I edit/spellcheck as I go.

24. favorite crystal?

Amethyst (my birthstone), bismuth, opal, and blue goldstone.

25. first song you remember hearing?

Other than nursery rhymes/kid’s songs, it was Light Up The Sky by The Afters, or California Dreamin’ by The Mamas And The Papas.

26. favorite activity to do in warm weather?

Find shade/a cool spot and read with a cold drink.

27. favorite activity to do in cold weather?

ALSO READ. And snuggle with thick socks and a cup of tea and play DS games all day.

28. five songs to describe you?

My five faves atm -

I Am Here // Pink

The Pines // Roses and Revolutions

Soldier, Poet, King // The Oh Hellos

Traveler’s Song // Aviators

Hymn // Kesha

29. best way to bond with you?

Share my interests about politics, history, books, true crime, paranormal, tv shows, and also be kind and understanding when I don’t text for long periods bc I don’t feel up to talking.

30. places that you find sacred?

The woods on the hill behind my house. Dense, deeply green, secluded woods. Hedge mazes. Old and crumbling castles. Anywhere beneath a clear sky and a full moon. Your heart when you’ve come to terms with your fears and made peace with yourself. Anyplace with historical significance. Bookstores on an autumn/winter day. Libraries.

31. what outfit do you wear to kick ass and take names?

A kickass plaid, bruh. Also my leather jacket - once I lose enough shoulder weight to fit in it again.

32. top five favorite vines?

Fre shavoc ado, the one where the dog eats the butterfly, the Lin-Manuel Miranda one where he’s brainstorming, “what the FUCK kind of weather is this, and the dad and son with the saxophone and the oven door.

33. most used phrase in your phone?

“oh mood”

34. advertisements you have stuck in your head?

“WOW! It’s NatureStone!”

35. average time you fall asleep?

Right now it’s 4-5 am because I suck.

36. what is the first meme you remember ever seeing?

I Can Haz Cheezburger, My mom used to look at the website with me when I was like 10.

37. suitcase or duffel bag?

They both have pros and cons. :/ Duffel bags are easier to carry but suitcases keep stuff from getting broken better.

38. lemonade or tea?

TEAAAAAAAAAAAA

39. lemon cake or lemon meringue pie?

Lemon meringue pie!!! my stepdad made a really good one the other week.

40. weirdest thing to ever happen at your school?

Nothing, since I was homeschooled. Same weird shit that always happens at home. Our safe word for when I got overwhelmed in math was “quokka” and we’d stop and look at cute quokka pictures.

41. last person you texted?

My gf :)

42. jacket pockets or pants pockets?

Jacket pockets because things are not only hard to fit in girls’ pants pockets, but if you put a chapstick/lipstick in there it starts to melt :(

43. hoodie, leather jacket, cardigan, jean jacket or bomber jacket?

BETWEEN HOODIE AND CARDIGAN. SO VERSATILE. SO COMFY.

44. favorite scent for soap?

Irish Spring soap or the blue Dial bars smells better and cleaner than anything to me.

45. which genre: sci-fi, fantasy or superhero?

Fantasy. It can take me a bit to get into it, but once I do, I love it. I only do sci-fi if it has rebellion and isn’t heavy on the sci. And superhero movies are great but a lot of the tropes are meh. Fantasy has a lot more versatility if you ask me.

46. most comfortable outfit to sleep in?

Sweatpants/leggings and a soft, well worn tee.

47. favorite type of cheese?

Parmesan, white cheddar, or Muenster.

48. if you were a fruit, what kind would you be?

Raspberry!

49. what saying or quote do you live by?

“do no harm but take no shit.”

50. what made you laugh the hardest you ever have?

A really poorly edited political ad on tv a couple years ago. There was weird jazz playing, flames in the background of an image of the Capitol Building, and then the top of the dome opened and this guy’s face was inside. It is the single funniest ad I have ever seen and I laughed for 10 minutes so hard I was like an inch away from passing out.

51. current stresses?

Passing my driving test next month, getting a job, figuring out if my math skills are okay enough to take the SAT or an equivalent test.

52. favorite font?

Baskerville or Georgia!

53. what is the current state of your hands?

My fingernails are short bc I picked them while reading earlier, my cuticles suck bc I pick at those two, and my pinky is obliterated and scabbed because of when I accidentally sliced through the nail with a razor while shaving the other day. So, not great, but I’m living.

54. what did you learn from your first job?

That kids can be really annoying but also really cute and hilarious if you can get them to calm down. And also that baby fingernails are surprisingly sharp.

55. favorite fairy tale?

The OG Princess and the Frog where it’s implied the prince and “faithful Henry,�� his carriage driver, fall in love and ride off together at the end. JACOB AND WILHELM GRIMM SAID GAY RIGHTS.

56. favorite tradition?

Every December, my mom and I drive around after dark at night and I play Pokemon and we rate everyone’s Christmas decorations based on tackiness.

57. the three biggest struggles you’ve overcome?

So isolated I was as a preteen/early teenager, my self harm, and the internalized anger over my abusive relationship and PTSD.

58. four talents you’re proud of having?

Writing, puzzle solving, singing, and calligraphy.

59. if you were a video game character, what would your catchphrase be?

“Benvoli-no.” (I recently remembered I used to say that a lot and I need to bring it back)

60. if you were a character in an anime, what kind of anime would you want it to be?

Dark, fairy tale anime with a lot of secrets to uncover and some dark woods.

61. favorite line you heard from a book/movie/tv show/etc.?

TV show - “I am the Bad Wolf. I create myself.” - Doctor Who

Movie - “It’s not about deserve. It’s about what you believe. And I believe in love.” - Wonder Woman

Book - “If you never saw the stars, candles were enough.” - The Dream Thieves, by Maggie Stiefvater

62. seven characters you relate to?

Dean Winchester - Supernatural

Sam Winchester - Supernatural

Jack Kline Winchester - Supernatural

Charlie Bradbury - Supernatural

Gansey - The Raven Cycle

Blue Sargent - The Raven Cycle

Hermione Granger - Harry Potter

63. five songs that would play in your club?

Final Song // MO

Call Home // Heathers

I Am Here // Pink

Babylon // 5 Seconds of Summer

Shake It Off // Taylor Swift

64. favorite website from your childhood?

WEBKINZ AND THE OLD AMERICAN GIRL WEBSITE

65. any permanent scars?

Yes, I have several that remain from self harm, scars all over my left knee from being a clumsy child, and most of all a major scar down the center of my chest from heart surgery when I was a baby.

66. favorite flower(s)?

Rose, lavender, lilac, and dahlia.

67. good luck charms?

Not really???

68. worst flavor of any food or drink you’ve ever tried?

Olives, mushrooms, radishes, cottage cheese, and ranch dressing are all foul.

69. a fun fact that you don’t know how you learned?

Martin Luther didn’t actually nail his 95 theses to the church door, he just kind of passed them around, which is a lot less dramatic tbh. Also light-up signs were first used in New York City in 1884.

70. left or right handed?

I’m left-handed!

71. least favorite pattern?

I think zebra stripes, leopard print, and houndstooth are super ugly.

72. worst subject?

Math for sure. Even science would be easier if it didn’t involve so much math.

73. favorite weird flavor combo?

Wendy’s fries and chocolate frosty!!!

74. at what pain level out of ten (1 through 10) do you have to be at before you take an advil or ibuprofen?

I think a 7, usually. My pain tolerance is pretty high because of a) years of self harm, and b) due to my PTSD my muscles are constantly tense and in pain anyway.

75. when did you lose your first tooth?

I was 4, and it had been loose but it fell out when I was trying to blow up an inflatable ball.

76. what’s your favorite potato food (i.e. tater tots, baked potatoes, fries, chips, etc.)?

Fries or roasted potatoes that are charred and crunchy on the bottom. Chips are a close third.

77. best plant to grow on a windowsill?

Idk, my grandma’s the one with the green thumb mania lmao. But She keeps a lot of violets and arrowhead plants in the windowsills!

78. coffee from a gas station or sushi from a grocery store?

NEITHER I HATE BOTH COFFEE AND SUSHI IN ALL CIRCUMSTANCES.

79. which looks better, your school id photo or your driver’s license photo?

Never had a school ID, but my temporary license photo is actually pretty good right now!

80. earth tones or jewel tones?

I really like earth tones for myself.

81. fireflies or lightning bugs?

THEY ARE THE SAME MF THING. Also I call them both, it just depends on what comes out of my mouth haha.

82. pc or console?

PC, I guess, though I don’t really game. I just watch my stepdad game.

83. writing or drawing?

WRITING. I cannot draw to save my life.

84. podcasts or talk radio?

Podcasts, talk radio is so annoying.

84. barbie or polly pocket?

Barbie, although I loved both.

85. fairy tales or mythology?

Mythology I guess??? Although again, I love both.

86. cookies or cupcakes?

COOKIESSSSS

87. your greatest fear?

Rejection, losing people I love, people secretly hating me. Also drowning, spiders, clowns, and guns.

88. your greatest wish?

To be a semi-successful author and work in a library/museum.

89. who would you put before everyone else?

My mom and my gf.

90. luckiest mistake?

Almost dropping a knife blade first on my foot but it landed between my toes.

91. boxes or bags?

um boxes I guess? I’m really good at fitting things in tetris style.

92. lamps, overhead lights, sunlight or fairy lights?

FAIRY LIGHTS AND DIM YELLOW LAMPS.

93. nicknames?

Ell, Alexander, Ellie, Little Lion, and Nerd.

94. favorite season?

FALL FALL FALL FALL

95. favorite app on your phone?

Tumblr or Spotify. Two apps I couldn’t live without.

96. desktop background?

97. how many phone numbers do you have memorized?

About a half dozen. Mine, my mom’s, my stepdad’s, my grandparents’ home number, my grandpa’s, and my grandma’s.

98. favorite historical era?

Both the American Revolutionary period and the Victorian Era (esp in Britain)

THANK YOU LOVE THIS WAS SUPER FUN

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21 Questions Meme!

I was tagged by the lovely @invidiamalice to do this meme! Thanks so much! Sorry I waited to reblog but I wanted to queue it up for posting on my birthday.

Rules: answer 21 questions and then tag 21 people you’d like to get to know better

1) Nickname: Waltzy, Pennywaltzy, California Brown Bear

2) Zodiac: Aquarius (today is my b-day!)

3) Height: 5′7″ ish. I used to be 5′10″ until I was pregnant and then my spine compressed, causing all the injuries I have there now.

4) Last movie I watched: I saw the tail end of Sky High last week? Otherwise, the last full movie I saw on TV was Moana, and the last one I saw in theatres was The Grinch.

5) Last thing I googled: As of the day I answered it, it was “california state id requirements”

6) Favourite musicians: Linkin Park, Lorde, 2NE1, KoRn, Emilie Autumn, The Prodigy, Jun Areia, Panic! At The Disco, Donald Glaude, The Chainsmokers, f(x), Twenty One Pilots, Depeche Mode, Skrillex, Queen, Fall Out Boy, Marina and the Diamonds, Everclear, The Smashing Pumpkins, Splashdown, Marilyn Manson, Natalia Kills

7) Song stuck in my head: Currently there are two: “Tortuga (Radio Edit)” by Double-V & Formal One (my son sent it to me and then I lost it for a while and I sobbed because he kept sending me the wrong versions and then I found it and sobbed happy tears) and “Sunflower” by Post Malone and Swae Lee, which hilariously came on RIGHT AFTER TORTUGA as I was listening to my music player.

8) Other blogs? @pennywaltzy (my fic blog), @sherlollysecretsanta , @mollyappreciationweek , @holmesfortheholidays  , @sherlockfanworkawards, @sherlockwomenappreciation and then two more I’m still trying to figure out what the heck to use them for ( @makeyourmoment and @blahblahblah-etc). I also have accounts on Dreamwidth, Insanejournal, Livejournal and Pillowfort.

9) Do I get asks: More on my fic journal than this blog, but those are usually requests for fics or headcanons.

10) Blogs following: I follow 1,988 blogs (1.365 follow me)

11) Amount of sleep: Depends on whether I’m in a bed or not. I can sleep 12 - 18 hours if I’m in a bed, especially if I’ve been sick or in the car for a while; otherwise, around 5 - 7.

12) Lucky Number: 23

13) What I’m wearing: On the day I answered this, black flowy wide-legged pajama pants (which I generally wear for everyday wear), and a burgundy tank top underneat my Sherlock acrosstic tank top.

14) Dream Job: Writing something. I’m on disability right now so I’m supported in a minimal fashion, but getting to supplement my income by writing would be awesome.

15) Dream Trip: A couple months in England, going to all the movie and TV locations I love. The reason I say months is I run out of energy really quickly so what an able-bodied person could fit in two weeks would take me about two months, especially if I go when weather is really bad.

16) Favourite Food: Macaroni and cheese (preferably Stouffers or from the Walmart deli), mashed potatoes (almost any way you can think of) and cashew chicken. 

17) Play any instruments: I can sort of play piano? But not well.

18) Languages: English

19) Favourite Songs: “Say Amen (Sweater Beats Remix)” by Panic! At The Disco, “Monster (EXTENSION REMIX)” by Nicki Minaj, “REVOLUTION + MTBD + DIRTY VIBE (Live)” by CL x Diplo, “Ghostbusters (I’m Not Afraid)” by Fall Out Boy feat. Missy Elliot, “Heart Shaped Box” by Ramin Djawadi, “Killer Queen” by Queen, “The Beginning Is The End Is The Beginning” by The Smashing Pumpkins, “Für Elise (Klutch Dubstep Trap Remix),” “If The Town Blows Away” from Daria! The Musical and the entirety of the Spiderman: Into The Spiderverse OST, the OBC recording of “The Addams Family” and Linkin Park’s “One More Light” (now that I can finally listen to the latter without crying)

20) Random Fact: Apparently I’m double jointed?

21) Describe yourself as aesthetic things: A grizzled veteran of too many fandom wars (camping out on my little territory, smoking a pipe and trying to keep the peace) who’s chained to a typewriter with stereo headphones on and a pair of broken glasses, sweating blood, tears and ink.