#Writing?

[livingdatura]

Here's a random thing that might get me yelled at (because what else do I post about atp)

I don't like the Epic fandoms characterization of Poseidon

Why are we treating Poseidon, an actual God, like he's a coward?

I honestly think that he went and flooded Ithaca the moment he was better, because who would stop him? Odysseus doesn't have his trident, he dropped it after Poseidon asked for mercy. He has nothing to defend himself with now. He's just a pathetic mortal. That'll just be begging for forgiveness and mercy while the God of the sea drowns his kingdom and family.

This started as a rant but just ended up as this. Oh well

[certifiedsexed]

hi! i sent in an ask about this a while ago (maybe a month?), i'm not sure what happened to it but i figure it doesnt hurt to resubmit.

do you know of any alternate terms for amab/afab? this is such a silly reason, but i collect characters, and i like writing as 'realistic' of a profile for them as i can. but i don't like explicitly saying 'this character was born with a penis' but i like having their biological sex as a detail, because it's a detail a real person would have. i would use the terms amab/afab to denote what a character's bio sex is (or if they're binary, i would say cis/trans). but i read that agab terms are intersex-exclusive, which admittedly hadn't crossed my mind, even though i have intersex characters. so i'm looking for if there are any alternatives to 'this character was born with just a penis' without saying... you know, exactly that. it has a different connotation, especially when writing character profiles and not, ex, a personal bio.

thank you for running this blog! i have limited access to good information where i am and this blog has definitely helped a ton 😊

Hello!

Tbh, I have a frankly unfathomble amount of asks so it probably just got buried but you're right, it absolutely never hurts to resubmit, I don't mind in the least.

Well, here's the thing: "biological sex" is not a real thing and is not the same as "this character was born with a penis/vagina". It's often used to discriminate against trans/intersex people.

In fact, the term "biological sex" was made up to describe something that doesn't exist, AKA "sex" as an unchangeable, completely binary thing and its also a transphobic/intersexist dogwhistle, so I'd definitely advise against using it!

Secondly, AGAB terms are not inherently intersex-exclusive but the way you were using them And the way you're using "bio sex" certainly is.

AGAB was a term meant to be used to discuss how sex is just something assigned to people, often at birth, making a million and one assumptions about what their body [and in fact place in society] "should" be and in fact, part of a process of forcing people's bodies and lives to conform to a violent binary system.

If I'm not incorrect, it was created by intersex people. It's just often used incorrectly. It doesn't mean "someone who was assigned X was born with X genitals", which is where you've gotten mixed up; that would definitely be intersex-exclusive!

Now, if you're looking for alternatives to saying "this character was born with a penis/vagina", that's kind of out of my wheelhouse. Mark a "P" or "V" beside their name or something, maybe?

I wish I could be more helpful but I'm genuinely kind of stuck on this. I'm not sure why you need a euphemism for your personal bios of your characters and I'm not sure why it's relevant to note this for every nonbinary character you have.

(I'm also confused on the trans/cis note for your "binary" characters. Like, that also does not tell you what genitals they have/had if you're including intersex people. Do the genitals only matter for the nonbinary characters?)

I'm genuinely not trying to be an ass, I'm just confused. Maybe let me know if you have any other questions?

You're very welcome btw, I'm glad I've been able to help on other matters! <3

[another-superstition]

i’m taking a small break in the library from econ but my focus today has been very writing based,

so hi.

the worst part of this is i don’t know what to write about.

do i write about the boy who currently holds my fascination?

or do i write about the crushing feeling that i’ll always be alone?

or maybe i combine them somehow,

into some weird prose-poetry combination.

because i can never make decisions,

and my rambled writings are truly no different.

at least i’ve got the comfy spot in the library today, though.

[empress-runner]

"I thought you said they were vegan"

"I meant they were from the Vega Star system, they definitely eat people"

[adrowningmansballad]

familial pain is a blunt knife

I'm at work, making a coffee. Yes that's it, for the bus driver who just came in. There's a dull pain in my spine, it just emanates a heat so cold, I shiver I hear cruel whispers, of something I have tried hard to forget. It won't go away. There's a presence I think it's behind me whirling me around, there's no time to- We are face to face. I feel threatened. A lump is in my throat, I suck in my bottom lip stare up at the ceiling, willing my vision wider. I can't do this, not here. The tide falls away. I look back into it's eyes, pupils like corridors, leading to nowhere. I smell milk burning, then I am alone again.

[sleeperagentclone]

Anyway thinking about the Bad Kids leaving the Black Pit after a Sig Figs show and running into a group of Helio followers preaching outside the venue and everyone's just kinda like "Ugh, whatever, fuck these guys." And they're just gonna dip but then Kristen notices one of her little brothers is there and everyone jumps into action so she can get a couple of minutes to talk to him alone; Fig takes point by just being a queer teifling rock star and draws everyone's attention towards her, Riz slips into the crowd and helps him sneak over to the Hangvan where he and Kristen talk while Fabien and the Hangman German shepherd outside. Their parents haven't really told them anything about Kristen and it turns out that the whole reason he's here is because he saw some tabloid while at the grocery store with his mom with some picture of Kristen in reference to the Sig Figs so when he heard that the church was gonna be proselytizing at the show he volunteered to go in hopes of seeing his sister. Kristen doesn't really have time to explain anything to him but makes sure that he know that regardless of how she feels about their parents she'll always love him and their brothers, that there's nothing wrong with questioning their parents and Helio but that he doesn't have to abandon Helio to have a relationship with her and that he ever needs a place to go he can come to her no matter what

[shithitsmynipples]

This started as “what if Benson branded Randy” and turned into 6k about their fucked up dynamic

[dreaming-of-barbi]

Maria & Sugars first interaction

small story thingy

Maria is @lovesick-on-the-loose 's oc !!!! She is the best !!

Sorry if the formatting is weird, I copied this from discord

Sugar walked slowly towards the large entrance, large flat doors with no handle similar to an elevator, her hands already adjusting and fidgeting her somewhat tangled brown hair. She was reluctant to go any further, her heart still nearly about to explode from beating so hard after their "test".

What was this place??

These doctors made her carry some sort of giant doll made to resemble a child to a large, gorey grinder, all while demanding she forget her entire past through tv screens and weird subliminal wording. Telling her to forget who she was, start a new life. Restart with a clean slate.

She did what they asked, avoided that incredibly angry puppet master lady and now... they were going who knows where? They were already so exhausted but they had no other choice than to continue.

As they approached the heavy doors they slid open rather abruptly, allowing them through. Inside there was a young woman, humming a simple hymn, a familiar tune they hadn't heard in many years. It made their stomach churn.

Would she try to kill them, too?

The Demon hissed and snarled, already feeling on edge as they entered the room. Sugar was no better, her mind racing with every terrible possibility.

The woman turned to face her, a warm smile gracing her features. She was pale with dark pink lipstick, her wavy, medium length hair tied into a loose ponytail over her left shoulder. She had soft, deep chestnut brown eyes. She looked tired.

This lady wasn't too threatening, and this was the cleanest room they had seen in this place, so far...

"Maybe she's nice..."

"Sugar, keep your head up. We've already been through some weird shit, who knows what could happen here... Look at all this religion, propaganda, weird bullshit on the walls...! I don't trust this."

The Demon was steadfast, not about to drop their guard. They had just gotten into the groove of this place, and it seemed fun, gore and viscera was always a good time but if they were gonna bring that jesus fuck head asshole into this -

"Sugar, right? Hello, my name is Maria. It's nice to meet you."

Their trainwreck of thought was interrupted as Maria spoke, her voice gentle, soft spoken, though it still caused Sugar to jump. Sugar nodded and swallowed a bit, turning her head away from Maria to hide her face.

Maria paid no mind, turning to make sure her supplies were in order and locating the clipboard she had been given with Sugars "medical records". She made her way to a large, tall metal table, leather covering the top part of it. Sugar was very unsure about what was happening, hesitating for a few long minutes after Maria asked her to come and sit on the table-like object. She glanced around the room again, noting the large glass window next to the table with another Murkoff "scientist" observing what happened. This had to be a trap.

Still, the only way through this place was forward, and the Demon was even becoming impatient with Sugar.

"C'mon, we gotta get this shit done already." It whined at her.

She slowly approached Maria, and once she was there she just... stood. She didn't know what she was supposed to do. Her muscles were tense, ready to bolt at the slightest sign of danger.

Anything could happen...

After a long moment of basically nothing happening Maria spoke up, quietly asking Sugar to climb up onto the table.

Of course she didn't want to, but she did it anyways, her eyes watching Maria's hands like a hawk for any sudden movement.

Once she was on the table Maria walked over to the sink behind them, washing her hands and then putting on a clean pair of gloves, all while still humming that hymn. The Demon was sick of it, but it didn't bother trying to say anything.

Maria approached Sugar once again, Sugar scooting back just slightly to create a bit of distance between them once again.

Maria was careful and slow, warning them that she would need to move their hair and examine the area where Murkoff had drilled in the headset... the one the Demon basically ripped off their head within minutes of their "test"...

Sugar did not want to do that, her heartrate speeding up even more at the thought. She turned to glance at Maria for a moment, all at once both her and the Demon noticing the cross around Maria's neck. The reaction from both of them was rather panicked, nearly falling backwards at the sight. All of this had to be a trap, it had to be!

The Demon hissed at Sugar to get them the fuck out of there, this place was wack, not safe for them, clearly. Sugar's wide eyes couldn't leave the cross, memories of The "Elders" racing through her mind. She was stuck, remembering how they would take her in for examinations like this... all coming back to her at the sight of that small cross. Of course that's that what was happening. They were being "punished for their sins" again, like always. Screamed at for being a demon, and of course now they couldn't deny it!

Maria noticed their sudden change in demeanor, following Sugar's gaze down to the cross and she quickly moved and hid it under her dress without a second thought before stepping back. She would give them time and a moment of space.

Sugar and The Demon are both somewhat dumbfounded. Did she really do that? Recognized their fear? She didn't even yell at them about it...

Sugar finally looked up, meeting Maria's eyes even for the first time, if only for a moment before looking away again.

Finally she inches closer and sort of moved her own hair out of the way so Maria could examine her temples.

Nothing needed to be said. It was clear that they trusted her, at least slightly more than before.

Maria thanked them and was quickly at work, though it soon shifted from examining the drill site to examining the large scar across Sugar's face.

Maria looked worried, trying to be careful as she looked at some of the spots that had healed more than others. If she didn't know any better she'd say the flesh was regrowing but... that wasn't possible, right?

She attempted to touch some of the reforming skin, earning a startled gasp from Sugar as she flinched away. It was painful, too?

She didn't have anything she could say, beginning to try and say something before she trailed off and seemed to get lost in her own thoughts again.

Carefully, she let go of Sugar's hair and turned, walking over to the clipboard holding Sugars papers and unclipping them. She shuffled through the documents, an almost pit-like feeling forming within her gut as she studied all of the papers, trying not to let her horror show on her face.

X-rays showing Sugar's skull revealed that her bone looked like it was regrown, resembling conditions where the human skeleton grows extra mass, but it was reforming. She could see visible fractures that had been restitched unnaturally.

She glanced at Sugar and back to the paperwork a few times, in pure disbelief of what she saw. She finally spoke after a moment, her words shaky and hesitant;

"I-I don't understand, how are you--"

No! There's no way she'd say that to this girl, not after how frightened she had acted at just the sight of her cross necklace. She shook her head a little bit at the thought, swallowing and thinking of a way to rephrase her words.

"How am I alive~?"

Maria's shot up from looking at the papers, looking at Sugar again. She was facing Maria now, head tilted very far to the left side, showing her teeth in a wide grin. The side of her face with the scar didn't lift as much, struggling to move with the rest of her healthy side. Maria could see her teeth resembled the bone in the X-rays, a little more smooth, but it was clearly still "reformed". Glancing down at the X-rays and then back up at Sugar-- yup, she had sharp teeth on the side that had regrown.

What trials and tribulations did the lord test her with now?

"Sugar" stood up, taking a few steps towards Maria, still grinning. Not blinking. It eyed her up and down, scoffing at her after it did so.

"You don't frighten me. All the scriptures in the world couldn't get to me, okay? Don't try anything stupid with me."

"What? No I jus- " Maria attempted to interject, but was spoken over quickly.

"Don't play dumb with me, sweetheart. You're smart. You can figure it out."

"She" was cocky, sticking out her tongue at Maria before her eyes rolled back and she nearly collapsed.

Sugar caught herself, still stumbling and falling to the ground but thankfully catching herself before she hit her head on something. She picked herself up shakily, wiping away whatever dust had clung to her as if this was all too normal, though her expression gave away how very worried she was.

Once again that thing inside her had to go and pull a stunt like this, making her out to be crazy and stupid like always. At least Maria was nice about it...

Maria caught her attention by taking a step towards Sugar with something in her hand. She was holding a small syringe.

She was going to knock Sugar out, report this behavior... Why wouldn't she?

Sugar stepped away, blurting out a million apologies for what happened before being shushed by Maria;

"This should help with the pain, and I'm going to prescribe you something to take so your skin doesn't feel so sensitive. I'd like you to come back see me tomorrow, if that's alright? I'll let them know so you aren't given a hard time about it." She said as though it was matter of fact, not even acknowledging Sugar's apologies.

Come see her tomorrow? Did Sugar hear her correctly?? There was no way she would let that happen after seeing how batshit the Demon had her acting...

Of course, Sugar nodded her head and allowed Maria to give her the injection, wincing at the sting but ultimately feeling relieved at the slight pain relief. She hadn't realized how much her scar hurt, she must have gotten used to it...

Soon the "check up" was over and they were on their way to the sleep room, such an odd sensation in their chest as they walked into that cold, dingy bunker room.

Fluttery, light, warm... Maria had been so kind.

A beacon of light in this terrifying place.

[iamtheoutsideworld]

I know I'm lucky to be alive but fuck being grateful, giving myself to Christ or feeding the less fortunate. My dream will be recognized you will know my name. You will remember me, Night City. Even if I gotta burn this city down. You will remember my name

🤢

[pyrolatta]

Another oneshot! This time with Hillios and Rosemary, my husbands ocs!! @internaldentee :3 I had so much fun writing this one!! I wrote it in almost an hour, i was THIS excited to make this!!

; 1113 words / finished on 31st of january 2025

Comfort was the only thing that Hillios needed right now. The warm embrace of the one dearest to him, who he had at arms length when he needed. The one who he could give everything to, who holds such a dear place in his heart, that he is proud to speak of it every time a chance came by.

And even at mondane times at life, when he could actually rest,he sat right by that person, turned away from any bothers his life had held upon him. Like a safe bubble…

Held by waist, his face deep hidden in her shoulders from behind, as her hair fell on his face, catching onto his nose as he made head turns that made him more and more comfortable in his position. He loved to do this, especially when he was tired from work - which was todays case.

While she, his goddess, his muse… Was reading a book. It was pretty usual to them, Hillios often approached her from behind to adore her, hold her gently. Moving his hands at her body he adored every piece of her, like the purest core of his joy in life. He couldn't see her face like that, but from the time she hadn't moved a page it was clear she was falling asleep in his arms.

— Sweetheart,,?

— Hm? - he pulled her out of this state, causing her to open her heavy eyelids for a moment.

— Maybe you should go to bed? It's pretty late, you’re visibly tired… - he spoke with care in his voice, but so visible worry. Moving his head to be a bit forward, he could finally get a glance of her face. Her face grimaced slightly, trying to figure out what time it was. After a few seconds, she nodded.

— You’re right. - the tone her voice had added onto Hillios’ assumption. - I really need to.

— I’ll join you in a bit, I still need to prepare something for tomorrow.

Rose finally moved herself to a sitting position, slouching over slightly from how tired she was. Even like this, Hillios couldn’t help but smile, she was just so beautiful. Before she got up, she turned to him, giving him a soft kiss on the lips, which were forwarded by a few kisses on his cheek, and a few returned by him.

Watching her slowly make her way to the bedroom he watched in awe, as he sat up himself.

He was alone now… Silence hit his ears with a nice fuzzy feeling… Calm. Just like how he loved. Pressing his back against the couches back he looked up at the ceiling. He sometimes really needed to do nothing, it calmed him. But he couldnt help but find the passing time go with a bitter taste. He felt like he could do anything, but wasn’t able now. So many possibilities, yet so little time.

But he wasn’t doing nothing exactly… His eyelids have gone heavy, closing his field of view with a slow inhale.

Darkness was even calmer, it felt warm to him. He tied it with his dearest aswell, with her eyes… The warmth came from his heart… And face.

Tick…

Tock…

He could do so many things right now… Anything, really.

Tick…

Tock…

— Hillios?

Rosemary called him. It was as if with a push, he was shoved back into what he knew as the reality of his existence. Looking a little too long into the ceiling got his neck to hurt, but itll wear off in some time.

Right, his wife called him. It must be important, everything she does is important. Maybe she wants his help? He couldn’t ignore it…

With a creak of his bones he got up, gathering up his balance. Slow steps led him to the bedroom, where he saw her laying, covered by the sheets. Was it her who called him? It must have been. As he approached the bed he reached out his hand to let her know that he has arrived to her call.

And there he was met with her face aswell. Turning to him with grace, with a slight smile.

— Hm,,?

— You called me, love. - A bit of a jokey approach got him, almost letting out a chuckle as he saw her half asleep before him. His hands moved onto her face, holding onto it dearly, softly. His dearest, his love… Scooping her up he looked down at her, but with gaze that any lover could relate to. A stare filled with adoration, with warmth…

— Rright, yes… I just wanted to say that… Everything is going to be okay, Love. After all of this we can go back to how you wanted it to be. It will all be okay. - she said with the softest tone anyone could ever use towards him. But her words were met with silence, as he smiled wider. Hillios’ left hand moved from her cheek to the top of her head, his fingers going between the strands of her soft hair, his right sliding a bit down, to reach her neck with his fingers. Oh, how much he adored her. So much so, that he could hold her like this forever.

— Sweetheart…?

Once again, her words were met with silence. Her gaze turned to confusion, furrowing her brows at him slightly with worry. She felt Hillios holding onto her a bit tighter.

— Love, are you oka - -…

Trust. It's hard to determine who you trust after a lot of mistakes you've made. People's views on others change depending on their actions. Those who trust you, stay at your worst moments. Those who you trust, you should care for. He should have cared for someone he created to trust.

Wouldn’t that apply to her too, since she’s the first creation on earth?

With wobbly movement, he got out of the bedroom, holding onto the head with a tight grasp. His surroundings didn’t look like his home anymore. Before him, two blurry figures. He knew who they were, he could make them out even if he was so far away.

This is his worst moment. And there they are.

They trust you.

Why didn’t they care for your wellbeing? Why didn’t they tell you?

Now you don’t know who to trust.

Not him.

Not them.

Not yourself.

But her?

With that, Hillios opened his eyes. Staring at the ceiling, sitting on the couch. Nothing at his grasp, yet the feeling stayed.

As much as it will be hunting him…He did what was right to him.

It won’t be happening again.

[ifnonsense-hadaname]

i don't have any long term friend i don't have a childhood best friend that has seen me through all stages of my life I don't have a friend from middle school who saw me while i was still tryna figure out all i did and felt i don't even have a friend from high school that knows me in and out and i can rely on them for anything I don't have anyone who chose to stay i don't have anyone who will stand up and say 'her' when asked to choose i don't have a single friend that thought i was enough to stay i know i know people make friends at all stages of life not everyone has a childhood friend i know doesn't make it hurt less, does it? I still don't have a friend "you'll go to a new place and make new friends there you'll make friends in college - those are the ones that stay anyway" doesn't matter does it? it's not about who'll stay for now I don't know those people I know only know these ones and they didn't

[tippedbykreider]

I am currently sat here with the Chris fic open...

Please hold me accountable 🤣

[thefrogwild]

random magnet poetry from this week that turned out better than I expected (this classifies as art right? if i post it on my art blog that’s ok right??)

[nectaric]

hm.

[adrowningmansballad]

a realisation

I'm realising now that the reason I feel so lost in life is because I had no plans in growing older than a child. the dreams i had are phantasms that now haunt me in the forms of imaginary friends. i am now nothing but an extra forced into the light; a hollow imposter living in the shoes of a better me.