#a friend and i once started going through the archive of the blog trying to figure out what was going on in chronological order

[mars-ipan]

what is lovemaol

i do not know how to even begin to explain something that i can barely comprehend

[xelbleedsglitter]

Friends, Romans, Tumblrites, lend me your reblogs.

I'm Xel and I live in a society! I think there's a solid chance you do also! So you may relate to the profoundly crappy thing that happened to me and that I once again need a community assist.

I lost a temporary job that was supposed to turn into a permanent job in June because no one there felt safe enough to retire. Only two of us in the apartment were under 50. One of the crew was over 70. Three were chronically ill/disabled. No one felt safe enough to leave in order for me to stay, so I was trained for basically 6 months for nothing.

I have survived on savings from that job until this point, but I'm at the point where I cannot pay rent. I'm looking into getting help from sources more local to me but the internet has always felt like people who cared about me more than the people I share DNA with, really.

Many of the social services that I was signed up for expired the day that I was supposed to be told that I would be a permanent hire, and since that didn't go down, now I have to start it all again from the beginning, and there are gaps in my security net.

I tell you all of that just to say that I am actually trying to do things, I'm not here to just beg and coast along on some sort of lavish lifestyle where I, uh. Keep living in this dodgy apartment with my cat.

I don't want to bore you with an itemized list, but like 2,000 US dollars would get me through September and October without being worried about it like every 3 minutes. My rent is 700 and change, if you would like to know that. So I'm looking for like September and October rent and money to renew my driver's license, pay a few utility bills, buy a bag of cat food, and refill my medications.

If you have the notion to toss help at an internet pal or the extended reblogged acquaintance of an Internet pal, as is more likely the case, probably, that would be super rad of you.

I'm an artist! You could get things with images on them from me! I sell buttons, prints, and commissioned illustrations if that's your thing. My commissions are going a bit slow as of late - I only recovered from being not really able to walk like 2 months ago, and so I'm doing a lot of catch up like everywhere else in my whole life and trying not to spend too much time at a desk since it aggravates the spine thing that was the problem in the first place.

To be honest, it would be a greater help to me to just receive some Aid rather than full-on commissions, but I completely understand feeling fishy about people getting something for nothing and also feeling bad for being a charity case on the internet, so I'm not opposed! If you want to chat about that, I have a commissions post on the side or top of my blog depending on where you're looking at this!

Ko-fi contains my buttons and is a good place to toss digital dead American presidents if that suits you. I will get hit by some PayPal fees in this process but, I'm willing to call that a call for help on the internet tax.

I promise I'm a real person and not a bot who has made up a cat and is pretending to have interests. My blog has been here since 2010! I've met people on this website in person and everything. I've had embarrassing obsessions no bot would bother coming up with. Speaking of:

Similarly to times before, I would like to be able to do something in order to feel like I have earned some kind of support, and as of my birthday last week I have resolved to try very hard in the next year to conquer my fear and absolute mortification about many of the things I make, so I will once again go digging into my archives for things I can post for you to enjoy as thanks and tribute! I also have a poll running right now to see what kind of buttons people want!

Thanks for taking a look! Be nice out there, take care of your spines!

[desperate-timesau]

The End

Well... who saw this one coming?

Yeah, it's true. Desperate Times is officially being cancelled. I don't make this decision lightly, I've been thinking hard about it for a while, but I don't have as much ambition for this project as I once did.

I first created Desperate Times back in November 2019, merely as my own take on Underfell. It started off with just me, an amateur writer who was barely getting through high school, and a friend I had just met on DFC who was incredibly talented with sprite art.

Together we started something incredible, and as time passed I eventually had a whole team of people helping me bring my vision to life. Did I know what I was doing managing a whole team of talented volunteers? Absolutely not, but I owe everything I have up until this point in this community to them all.

The comic begun and it frankly was a mess. I had no solid outline and wrote as I went along, we had no real form of cooperation and just made assets at random intervals of time and not even ahead of time. But as even more time went on I learnt from that mistake and it blossomed into something truly great.

The writing quality improved, the assets were stellar as always, and I was happy to share something I had so much passion for with the community, and didn't expect to get as big of a following as I ended up getting. We even starred in UnderEvent 2023 which I still can't believe to this day. I never felt like my work belonged up there with all those incredible creations, but it was there.

Then after the beginning of the Snowdin arc, I lost a lot of motivation. Not long later my mother passed, and my life was thrown into chaos for the rest of the year. That brings us to the radio silence we've had for such a long time.

What I'm trying to say is, thank you. To those who helped work on Desperate Times, those who read the comic and took interest, those who gave me a few pointers. You all know who you are.

Is this the end of my time in the AU scene? Absolutely not. This is merely me moving on to the next stage of things, the next evolution. For those who wish to see where I go next, stay tuned as there'll be one last post after this one.

I'll forever be grateful to all of you.

The blog, Soundcloud, YT channel etc will all stay up but will be archived and no longer updated. The Discord Server will stay up for a time but will eventually be deleted.

I don't know what else to write about so, I'll end it here before I type way more than I actually should.

[jakowskis]

torchwood fanfic resources

so i'm a chronic livejournal archaeologist, and fixating on 2000s media is particularly fun for me because it means i get to go digging on lj / dw / old fanfic forums. below you'll find some of the excavations from my torchwood fixation (give it up for month 6!) it's pretty much got every comm i've ever stumbled upon and found useful, or thought others would find useful. it's largely fanfic-oriented, though there's some more generalized comms, too. i hope you guys enjoy!

i was originally going to include a link to my reclist on this post as well, but it's still a wip, so i'll just post that separately in the future.

general disclaimer: most of the content here is from 2006-2013 or so. period-typical attitudes may pop up in places. i'm not sure if most modern tw fans have witnessed the original fandom at all, but i felt a need to say this anyway, because i've seen some icky stuff. i've warned for anything notable. gwen bashing in particular may unfortunately pop up in some of these comms, especially in the comments, so tread carefully.

if you're new to probing through old lj comms, remember to always have the wayback machine on hand, because you're going to run into a lot of purged accounts and seemingly lost fics, but sometimes you get lucky and something's been archived :)

as of the date i'm posting this, all of these comms are still accessible, but if you're from the future and some have been deleted, again, go ahead and give the wayback machine a try. additionally, livejournal has a system that includes 'cross-posting' in which, if authors choose to (and the majority of them do, to get their fics more visibility), fics get posted to multiple comms at once. so chances are, even if one comm gets deleted, the contents will survive through other comms. kind of like how reblogs continue to exist even when the original blog is deleted.

finally, ctrl + f is your best friend if you have a specific ship/character/trope you're invested in, especially in comms with less than ideal tagging systems. if a comm does have a substantial tagging system, you can find all of its tags by adding '/tags' the end of the urls i've provided.

ok... let's begin :-)

assorted livejournal communities

✎ torch-wood: this is essentially a torchwood subreddit. it started before the show even aired, and one of the highlights of it is episode reaction posts (easily accessible on the right side of the lj) that document how everyone immediately reacted to the eps, which is pretty damn cool, fandom-history wise. only thing i should mention is there's quite a lot of gwen and owen bashing in the comments of some of those reaction posts, so just be wary of that if you love those two like i do, 'cuz it's a bit of a bummer.

✎ torchwood-three: this comm is an extremely cool then-daily newsletter (that still updates sometimes?!) that compiled as much fan-content as it could find into cleanly organized lists. the posts made immediately after new episodes aired contain reactions, discussions, meta, theories, new fic, fanmixes, just about everything. very very cool to go back and see the way the fandom was thinking as the show was airing and as they were getting to know the characters. here's a direct link to all posts made in late 2006, during the airing of s1.

✎ torchwood-fic: exactly what it says on the tin. desktop layout is easy to navigate, tags are all there!

✎ torchwood-fic's profile page also features a list of affiliated accounts that's pretty handy. it's worth taking a peek at, in case i've excluded anything in this post that you might be interested in.

✎ twgenrefinders: handy dandy comm where people would ask for fics of a certain variety & be treated with reclists, or hyper-specific fics... pretty cool stuff, ive got several threads bookmarked to sort through the links later. ofc, please note that some of the things people asked for might be stinky. particularly i've seen a lot of ppl requesting gwen bashing fics :/

✎ twstoryfinder: cousin to the above comm; here, people would ask for a very specific fic they'd lost. it's kind of fun to find fics through because you get someone describing memorable scenes + hyping it up, so it's different than just a standard summary. this one still gets posted on, too, which is crazyyy.

✎ tw-unpaired: for gen fics! no romance allowed! there's some good character studies + friendship fics in there. stuff's tagged by character + authors are even tagged, in case you find one whose writing you particularly enjoy. this is v useful for when someone's main journal has been deleted.

✎ torchwood-decaf: a comm where janto is BANNED. nah i'm kidding, it's not anti-janto, it was just made because janto is so huge that it overshadows everything else. pretty smart, tbh; wading through the sheer mass of janto content can be tiresome.

✎ jack-in-cuffs: for dark tw fic, or uber smutty tw fic. as a fan of dark!fic, there's some goodies in here, but of course it's not everyone's cup of tea. most of the writers included warnings, but if you go a little further back, some people weren't as courteous; navigate with caution.

✎ jack-owen: for fic featuring our captain and his (second favorite) doctor. i know this pairing's kinda divisive nowadays, but i enjoy it a lot. the comm's got a dismal tagging system and, ngl, i don't truly like any of the fics there (i'm very intrigued by jack and owen's relationship but i've never found fic that really does them justice, and i still haven't figured out how to write them myself) - but i'll include it anyway.

✎ odetojoi: for fic featuring owen in the middle of a janto sandwich, for those of us who are allergic to women (/sarcasm). there's an oddly impressive supply of fics of the three of them, and a good chunk of them can be found in this comm. (everytime i see this comm i think of a certain abbreviation found in p/rnogr/phy... but i digress)

✎ halfwee-and-tea: for ianto x owen fic. haven't gone through this one much, truthfully. i hate when comms have no tagging systems agh.

✎ owenharper-fans: a comm for the saddest undeadest bisexualest doctor around. also features a few burn appreciation posts, which is nice to see pre-pac rim era. mostly just features a shit ton of owen fic, particularly owen x ianto fic. mostly sufficiently tagged. if you need me once i post this, btw, i will be balls deep in this comm.

✎ the pro-owen alliance: another owen-focused comm - i think this one was made directly in response to owen bashing. haven't combed through this one much but it's got a fair amount of fics.

✎ house-of-cooper: a gwen comm! made in response to gwen bashing. haven't gone through it, but i'm glad it exists.

✎ torchwoodcoffee: ianto comm! this one's hugeee. the majority of it's janto, but the pairings aren't tagged, which is really frustrating. about 6k fics on there, though! just untagged. fff.

✎ tw-femficfest: a comm for fic about any and all of the torchwood ladies. tagging's cleanly done & there's some handy fic round ups, too.

✎ tw-femslash: yuri!!! wahoo!!! a comm for f/f tw ships. there's quite a lot of fic on here, but unfortunately there's no tagging whatsoever. sigh.

✎ tw-classic: a comm for 'all things series one and two of torchwood'. was made after s3 and was popular around s4 out of nostalgia for the golden age <3 good amount of fic, discussions, etc.

✎ torchwood-house: this comm is, like, letterboxd, but for torchwood fanfic. basically a group of individuals who thought of themselves as having Good Taste would read Good Fic and then go in this comm and write a post about why they recommend it. it's well-made, easy to scroll through, and sells the fics v well, and it kinda gets you more excited to read them when you get to see someone hype them up with Fancy Words. it's like a little torchwood yaoi bookclub. we're eating quiche

✎ tw100: a drabble challenge; this thing's full of 100 word drabbles. ngl i hate drabbles but i'm throwing it in here anyway

✎ touchyerwood: i love kink memes... i love kink memes less when my favorite character/pairing is unpopular. the pac rim kink meme's been a blessing bc i'm a basic ass newmann - the torchwood kink meme? not so much. it's got a fair amount of shit, though, so maybe someone else will appreciate it. this one isn't the original, that one's been wiped off the internet, to my chagrin. keep in mind before digging that people in kink memes are horny & gross. that's your warning.

✎ reel-torchwood: for any and all movie aus... ok i have a bone to pick with this comm. i'm a big movie nerd, i love film, i've seen dozens of films i've thought would make good aus - i combed through this and there is not a SINGLE fic in there that piqued my interest. NOTHING. needless to say my disappointment is immeasurable and my day is ruined. i'm sure my experiences aren't universal though.

✎ torchwoodslash: ah, remember when we called it slash? gee whiz. i'm not big on this comm, it's not very user friendly + there's like no tags whatsoever so it's extremely hard to navigate. enter at your own risk & good luck, lol.

✎ rounds-of-kink: this isn't a torchwood-exclusive comm, but it's got a sizeable torchwood tag, which can be found here. pretty organized tagging system; makes me happy.

✎ tw-declassified: this comm was mainly used for running a 'torchwood bingo', which, i've been in other fandoms that do episode bingos and it's usually cute... this one confused me a little so i didn't bother peeking around too much, but still a cool little bit of fandom history.

✎ writerinadrawer: this was an annual torchwood writer's challenge that ran for four years... it's kinda hard to navigate but it does have some fic in it so i'm putting it here.

✎ dmarley-recs: a recs journal someone ran for compiling torchwood fic; it's got a l o t of recs on there, largely jack/ianto.

ok and straying from lj briefly for two other places to find fic...

✎ kink_bingo: this is a dreamwidth comm, and it's not torchwood-exclusive, so i've linked straight to the torchwood tag. this comm has a livejournal equivalent, but for some reason the tw tag is pretty barren on that one? not sure why. but on dw it's got a fair amount. the tagging system is rough, it tags fandom and kink but not pairing, which is irritating, and every post is hidden under a cut AND makes you go through a discretion barrier every single time (but probably only if you don't have an account? i'm not logged in) which makes navigation a pain. but i dunno, more smut, if you want it.

✎ whofic.com: this site is for doctor who fic, but it's got a very substantial amount of torchwood fic. i do not, however, like the formatting at all. i'm being overly nice; i HATE the formatting. it's very reminiscent of fanfic dot net but, like, worse. it reminds me of adultfanfiction dot org which was a NIGHTMARE to use. but! there is torchwood fic there so it's going in here.

aaaand there we go! that's all i have. i hope these prove handy! enjoy :D

[tainbocuailnge]

im good at finding back old posts so here's some tips for finding back old posts

if tumblr search itself doesn't spit out the post you know for sure you made at some point you can try going to your search engine of choice and putting in "site:[your url].tumblr.com/post [search terms]" or "site:tumblr.com/[your url] [search terms]" this will limit the search to only show permalinked posts on your blog. it depends on how often your blog got indexed by search engines so it's not foolproof but it works pretty much always when it comes to finding back random popular posts (in which case you leave out the part specifying your own url)

when it comes to finding my own posts the blog archive view is my best fucking friend. you can only visit it when you have custom theme enabled in your blog settings but once you do it's available at [url].tumblr.com/archive. you should enable custom theme anyway because it also lets you completely customise your desktop blog theme but thats another post that others have already made. archive view shows an overview of all your posts in reverse chronological order like this

you can narrow it down to show only posts starting from a specific month, of a specific type, and with a specific tag. the tag dropdown only shows a limited number of your most used tags but you can filter for any tag you've ever used by typing [url].tumblr.com/archive/tagged/[tag] in the address bar and then further filter it by date and type, which saves a lot of time when you're looking for a post from like 2018 with a tag you use a lot

after that it's just a matter of narrowing down the search. when searching for a post with text you can scroll down until you're pretty sure the post you need has been loaded and then hit ctrl+f and type some keywords. the browser text search will only have visible highlighted text if it's in the visible preview but it will search through the whole post text and jump down to the post that has it so it can still give you a rough idea of what handful of posts to look through.

personally I often don't remember when exactly i was talking about something but do remember what else i was talking about around the same time, so in that case i use regular ol tumblr search to find a post i know is from around the same time, check the post timestamp, then go into my archive to sniff around all the posts i made around that time.

[choicesficwriterscreations]

September 2023 WOTM: lilyoffandoms

Each month CFWC highlights one of our talented fanfic writers, and this month’s writer of the month is @lilyoffandoms. We hope you will enjoy learning more about them and their work below! The writer is selected at random. More info can be found on the navigation page.

This month's Writer of the Month was selected a little differently than normal. We announced that we would be selecting the WOTM from the participants in last month's Writer Appreciation Event. But the eleven writers involved all agreed the honor belonged to Lily. Lily has been a staple in the Choices community for so long, and they continuously go out of their way to support creators and spread positivity while continuing to inspire and create themselves. We couldn't think of anyone better suited for the honor, so please join us in congratulating Lily... September's Writer of the Month!

Quick Links:

Tumblr Blog Name: lilyoffandoms Blog Masterlist

How do you want to be known on Tumblr? Lily is fine (they/them preferred)

1- When did you start playing Choices? What was the first book you played? 

Best guess would be back in January of 2018. It was a joke at first since a friend saw one of their god-awful ads and said we should both try it. Next thing you know, we were both arguing over which books were better and regretting our decision to start. Though their opinions on what constitutes good books are almost as bad as the Choices ad that got us to jokingly play (and I say this most lovingly because they are awesome and I love them). I started with Most Wanted, and my friend started with The Freshman. 

2- When and why did you join Choices fandom?

Oh gods! I joined back in March 2019. I know I’m a Tumblr baby by most everyone’s standards, but that feels like a really long time. I joined when Open Heart book one was released. I had lurked, reading fanfics, for a few months before biting the bullet and creating a blog and actually posting. Only joined because I was taking my editor’s advice and writing something entirely outside my norm to break a particularly bad case of writer’s block. Thought I might as well share those silly things if I was taking the time to write them. Maybe someone would enjoy them. Never did plan on sticking around, but found so many lovely people that I’ve come to call friends.

3- How did you pick your blog name? 

It was lilyofchoices. My name + Choices because I am super creative like that with those sorts of naming things 😅 I changed it to lilyoffandoms when I left the Choices fandom for a bit. I’ve thought about changing it more times than I can count but I can’t bring myself to actually follow through on it. How do y’all’s change your blog name with each new book release? You are a crazy different breed of tumblr and you fascinate me.

4- Pull up the first post in your archive, and tell us about it!  

I deleted the first one years ago. It was my first drabble. Currently, as it stands, the first thing in my archive is this post about Desire and Decorum, and it still makes me giggle.

5- How long have you been writing fanfiction?

I’ve only been writing fanfic since I joined Tumblr. I never really tried writing fanfic before that. Some nonfiction personal things before that but never anything like this world. It's been an adventure, to say the least haha

6- What is your favorite Choices book, and what is your favorite Choices book to write about?

My favorite book is probably Blades of Light and Shadow, book one, but there are plenty that are really close behind. This is also the book I’d say I enjoy writing for the most because it is my favorite book, contains my favorite LI, and has one of my favorite OCs (Maiele) in it.

Though recently, I’ve been writing more for Crimes of Passion because it's more of a challenge for me. It's a different vibe between the MC and the LI and it's one I don’t often explore so I’m here for that right now. But I have a sneaky suspicion once Blades 2 drops I’ll be back on my bullshit with that again.

7- Share the first fanfic you wrote with us. Do you still like it, or would you change it if you were writing it today?

I don’t think it exists on this site anymore. Maybe in someone’s reblog? I still have it in my files. It was an Ethan x MC drabble featuring my MC, Merida. I still like it. I’d not change it cuz I’m a firm believer in writing it and don’t look back haha.

This is it:

He swallowed the lump forming in his throat, trying to hold back the tears that were threatening to form in his eyes. There it was. He had told her. Dr. Banerji was dying and Ethan was at a loss as to what was ailing his mentor and friend. Ethan stared at the young woman in front of him and then to the floor. He cleared his throat and made a small motion to turn back into Naveen’s room but froze instantly the moment he noticed her take a step towards him.

She threw her arms around him and hugged him, wishing to take away all of his pain, all of his loneliness. Silently willing him to understand that she cared for him. Cared deeply for him and much more than she should. “Ethan. I’m so sorry,” she whispered, one hand stroked through his hair while the other grasped his neck and slowly bent his head toward her shoulders as she raised herself to her tiptoes to meet him halfway.

He tensed upon feeling her arms around him. Arms, he thought to himself, that he had imagined holding him for a number of weeks now. Ever since that night spent sitting up with her watching little baby Ethan. “Merida,” he sighed as he gradually relaxed into the embrace.

She didn’t let up on the hug, squeezing him to her just a bit more tightly. God, she had wanted to comfort him when Dolores died but she didn’t know how he would respond. Now, he was facing the possibility of another friend dying and she couldn’t help herself.

He responded to the increased pressure of her hug and tightened his own hold upon her. Finding himself tracing circles up her spine and imagining what it would feel like to move his hands to tease along the skin of her back where her pants met her shirt.

Her breath caught when she felt his hands move lower. No longer making gentle movements along her spine but increasing their pressure upon her body, nearly massaging their way lower. She brought one of her own hands around to his chest, lightly bunching his white coat in her fist to try and pull him closer to her.

A loud crash echoed down the hall. “Shit!” a construction worker cursed. The two doctors jumped back from each other both staring into each other’s eyes seeming to question if they had both felt the same in the other’s arms. She blushed slightly. “I should see to my other patients. Dr. Banerji’s condition stays between us. Understand, Rookie?” he stated, his eyes narrowing. She nodded and he turned and marched down the hall.

8- What is your favorite fic that you’ve written?

I love asking this question of others but don’t like it asked of me. I’m so bad at self-rep and advertising my wares 😂 But if I had to pick one, I’d say this one. It was so far outside my comfort zone when it came to writing that I almost abandoned it two paragraphs in. But I’m a stubborn person, and I refused to let it beat me. Plus, I had been wanting to write a noir fic for this book since it was released. Furthermore, I adore Hayden’s work too much not to gift a little something back for all the art he shares with us, so I knew I just had to make it work.

9- Do you have a fic that you didn’t expect to be well received, but it was? What about one you expected to be but found could use a little more love?

I didn’t expect last year’s Luck of the Draw fic to garner much love. Attention? Maybe. But not love and definitely not the response I got. I really enjoyed writing that one. 

10- If you could write only angst, fluff, or smut for the rest of your writing life, which would it be and why? 

Fluff. I’m a sucker for happy-ever-afters and an endless hopeless romantic. Give me the fluff. All the fluff. 

I pull a lot of what I toss into my silly drabbles from real life. Always been a believer in writing, most often what you know, and sprinkle that all with a dash of the stuff you don’t as a treat. And my life is pretty fluffy thanks to my incredible partner. 

However, I do so adore angst I’m just not able to write it often because it hurts more to write. But I’ll always always read it. That pain is *chef’s kisses*

11- Do you ever recognize yourself in any of your MCs or in your writing?

Maiele, my Blades MC, is most definitely me coded. His whole personality, his choice of partner when it comes to personality, his constant flirting with said partner, his sense of humor, his lack of a filter most times, it’s all pretty much me. Gabriel, my CoP MC, is me when it comes to romantic gestures and Valentine’s Day. I may be a romantic, but I get weird when it’s aimed at me 😂 

12- What element of writing do you struggle with most?

Editing. I refuse to do it. I hate it with the burning light of a thousand suns. Those of you that manage to edit your fics have all my admiration. I honestly don’t know how y’all do it. Doesn’t it just bore you to no end? 

13- Do you have any neglected work you really want to finish?

I have more drafts than I care to admit. I would like to complete a series I started long ago for Ethan x Merida, but I don’t know if I’ll ever do that. I’d settle for finishing one of my drafts 😅

14- If someone you know in real life (who isn’t involved in fandoms) asked to read your work, would you let them? If yes, what would you recommend they read first? 

Nope, haha, I’d not be able to do that. If I were that brave, I’d recommend this one maybe. I do so love Flynn. Or this one, mostly because I do so love the idea of Gabriel just pouting on the couch.

15 - Are there any writers (published authors and/or fanfic writers) who influenced your writing?

Not really. I mean all of em probably. I read a lot of books in a lot of genres. Mostly I use my drabbles as morning warm ups for my day job. 

There are definitely fanfic writers I admire around here that encourage me to share my silly things everyday. Especially all those queer writers out there that have a rather thankless existence sometimes around here but keep sharing their stories! They are all my heroes!!

16- Which one of your stories would you most like to see as a movie/series? 

Any and all of my Maiele and Tyril stories. I just love them sooooo much!!

17- Do you write original fiction? 

Yes, but until recently, I wrote mostly nonfiction.

I do have a fic I began a few years back when I was still teaching. I had a student who hated their writing class, so I promised to write a short story alongside them and read it to the class like all the students had to if they gave it an honest go. 

They did and so I did too, and I was asked the following year to do it again by more students and so I continued the same story. I’ve since continued that same fic, and maybe someday I’ll actually go looking to publish it. 

18 -  What other hobbies do you have?

I love the outdoors. Hiking, spelunking, kayaking, gardening, camping, anything and everything outdoors. My other favorite hobby, which I've done for years and years, is fencing. I still am part of a club and teach a few levels. 

19 - What’s your favorite emoji? 

😅 because it’s legit my state of existence at this point in life. 

20: BONUS - tell us anything you’d like (if you want to).

I want to send a special shout-out to all the absolutely lovely participants of August’s writer appreciation event I hosted. I still cannot believe y’all did this for me. 😘 These are each of my favorite fics you’ve written. Thank you for making our fandom a little brighter each and every day!

@aallotarenunelma Bathed in Sunlight @coffeeheartaddict2 Moths to a Flame @karahalloway A Leviathan Surprise @jerzwriter A Mother's Journal @ladylamrian Ma Cherie @mydemonsdrivealimo Run, Run @peonyblossom We're Gonna Get Married @petiteboheme Familia @storyofmychoices Passing Shower @tessa-liam All is Fair in Love and War @trappedinfanfiction What's In a Name? Lily's Top Three Commissions can be found here:

Crimes of Passion by @javsarts

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[ninathekillerzblog]

INFO ABOUT MY CREEPYPASTA AU'S:

So I have two AUs as of right now,

Citypastas - Joint AU shared with my two best friends + Other people who wanted to be in it but didn't create it

Archives from the Abyss - An AU solely made by me! Mainly writing and surprisingly, not Nina centric! It's about all the pastas and other internet horrors, it derails from the cannon and the fannon, more of a mix of whatever I view the pastas as. On this blog I'll mainly write about Archives from the Abyss..

Archives from The Abyss

Takes place in Centralia, Pennsylvania.

An elusive agency, shrouded in mystery, devoted to hunting cryptids and unraveling the paranormal. Led by the elusive Director Obsidian, operatives known as "Arcane Revenants" venture into the shadows, armed with occult knowledge and enigmatic artifacts. From ancient forests to abyssal depths, they brave the unknown, battling creatures that defy comprehension. Their purpose: to protect the world from the eldritch and to pierce the veil that hides the unfathomable.

Archives have gotten leaked from The Abyss, files about a group of individuals who didn't seem to exist in our world, but another plane of dimension who've broken the timeline and merged realities.

In short, the Operator has found a way to break realities and has scattered his pastas across the multiverse in order to gain more power to defeat the Nezperdian Hivemind, otherwise known as Zalgo. The Abyss Agency attempts to control these anomalies and send them back to their original universe.

Citypastas - MODERN!Creepypasta AU

Takes place in Super Awesome Town, USA.

A nina-jeff-ben centric story, pretty self explanatory.

In the heart of the ominous forest, Jeff the Killer, a restless and thrill-seeking spirit, yearns to escape the confines of the trees and plunge into the chaos of the city once more. Eager to quench his desire for fear and adrenaline, he proposes a daring adventure to his fellow pastas, Nina and BEN. Their journey takes them through the shadows of the forest, guided by the pale moonlight, as Jeff outlines his plan to blend into the urban landscape and rekindle the terror that fuels him. Cloaked in disguise, they step into the bustling city, concealing their menacing appearance beneath hoods and masks.

In short, Jeff, BEN, and Nina go into the city! They've been confined to the forest in this AU, as well as all the other pastas. Slowly but surely all the pastas make their way out of the forest and try to learn normalcy.

Fun facts:

Liu is normal in this au, he owns a cafe.

Nurse Ann is being 'considered' to being a pasta, so instead of living in the mansion or forest she owns a clinic yet deals with hallucinations of Slenderman.

Happy Appy is cannon here, he lives in the sewers.

Squidward Suicide is also a cannon creepypasta in this AU.

Judge Angels and Helen are exs in this, but Judge Angels is a normal person and never was influenced by Slenderman! She goes by Dianne and is Liu's roommate whose trying to meet ends meet.

Jane is a lesbian like her cannon backstory, she's dating a normal person named Mary Vaughn.

Lulu, Lazari, BEN, and Sally's rooms are all connected in the mansion like a big ol' sleepover.

This AU started from a creepypasta minecraft server.

[luckyduckwrites]

Remembrance Chapter 1-13: The Missing Link of Moorshire!

Fandom: DuckTales (Cartoon 2017)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Lena (Disney: DuckTales)/Original Female Character(s), Della Duck (Disney) & Original Character(s), Huey Duck (Disney) & Original Female Character(s), Louie Duck (Disney) & Original Female Character(s), Dewey Duck (Disney) & Original Character(s)

Characters: Lena (Disney: DuckTales), Della Duck (Disney), Original Female Character(s), Webby Vanderquack, Huey Duck (Disney), Dewey Duck (Disney), Louie Duck (Disney)

Additional Tags: Mentioned Della Duck (Disney), Canon Autistic Character, Canon Disabled Character, Protective Siblings, Brother-Sister Relationships, POV First Person, Original Character-centric, POV Original Female Character, Childhood Trauma, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Slow Romance, Slow To Update, Friends to Lovers

Summary:

My name is Izzy, and I'm Donald Duck's niece. I'm 6 years older than my brothers Huey, Dewey, and Louie, and we all grew up together on the houseboat. My brothers are incredibly mischevious and are always causing trouble, so they can never be left alone, but Uncle Donald almost never lets me babysit them. One day, he brings us to meet our Uncle Scrooge, the richest duck in the world! He seems vaguely familiar, almost like I've seen him before, but that can't be possible. I've never seen him on TV, so where could I have possibly seen him before?

**AO3 & Wattpad links in masterpost pinned to the top of the blog**

Once we heard Uncle Scrooge was going to be golfing against Glomgold, Huey decided to try for a Merit Badge for Sports Commentary. It requires a co-commentator that isn't a Troop Leader or Troop Leader in-training, so he went with Launchpad since he just drives the bus for Junior Woodchuck events. He couldn't pick me since I'm a Troop Leader in-training. I'll be a fully fledged Troop Leader next year if all goes well.

As we waited for Glomgold, Uncle Scrooge explains, "Get excited, kids! Golf is in our blood. Your ancestor, Black Donald McDuck, invented the sport. Of course, he lost so badly that the ensuing temper tantrum caused King James to ban golfing across all of Scotland."

I say, "Was Uncle Donald named after him? That sounds like something he would do."

Louie asks, "And we're proud of that in some way?"

Dewey says, "I don't know, man. Golf carts? Hitting things with sticks? Not being grounded for said hitting? Sounds kind of awesome."

Louie says, "It's a sport where you try not to score points to make it end faster. Hard pass."

Uncle Scrooge says, "Trust me, you'll love it! The quiet strategy. The intense focus. The -"

Webby blows a horn, and I cover my ears from the loud sound.

Uncle Scrooge groans, "Semi-permanent hearing loss."

Webby exclaims, "Go, Scrooge! Boo, Glomgold! Yay, custom t-shirts!"

Uncle Scrooge says, "I'm glad you're excited, dear, but this sport requires a certain decorum."

Just as he says that, we hear Huey yell, "Everybody move!"

The golf cart he and Launchpad we in bursts through a bush next to me, and they land in a small pool of water.

As they start sinking, Launchpad says, "This lake will be used for the swimming portion of the competition."

Once we've pulled them and the golf cart out of the water and got it running again, Uncle Scrooge starts practicing his swing.

He says, "Will one of you be my caddy? I need someone to help me carry these cumbersome clubs."

I say, "I'll do it."

Uncle Scrooge unloads his bag on my shoulder, saying, "Great! Thank you, dear." As I adjust to the golf bag's weight, Uncle Scrooge turns to Webby, saying, "Alright, Webbigail. Care to -"

He interrupts himself when he sees her making a sign.

I ask, "Uh, Webs? What'cha doin'?"

Webby holds up her sign that says 'Team Scrooge', and says, "Oh, sorry. I've never been to a sport before. But don't worry. I'm going to be the best fan."

Uncle Scrooge asks, "Did you want to give it a go?"

Webby sets down her sign, saying, "I'm good. Golf clap!"

She claps quietly, and walks away.

Uncle Scrooge turns to Louie, asking, "How about you, lad? Up for a -"

Louie interrupts him, saying, "No, gross. No. Not even a little."

Dewey exclaims, "Are you guys kidding me?! A chance to learn the sport our family invented from the greatest player who ever lived, I assume because I don't follow golf?! I want in!"

Uncle Scrooge says, "Atta-boy. Let's hone that... wildly misplaced enthusiasm, shall we? We'll start with your swing."

Glomgold finally arrived, exiting the building where we checked in, saying, "Practice all you want, McDuck. You won't be winning this year!"

Uncle Scrooge taunts, "You say that every year, Flinty, and every year you go home crying."

Glomgold exclaims, "My eyes dry out very easily! But this year, I'll prove that I am the best Scottish billionaire golfer! I've hired the world's best player... to be my caddy!"

A smiling tiger exits the building, kindly saying, "Okay, if you want to be a winner, just follow these three rules -"

Glomgold interrupts him, yelling, "I'm already a winner! Nobody tells Flintheart Glomgold what to do! You're fired!"

The tiger simply frowns, drops Glomgold's bag onto the ground, and walks away. Glomgold tries to pick up the golf bag, but it falls off his rounded shoulders.

He turns to the closest person, who happens to be Louie, and says, "You there. Green one. How would you like the honor of caddying under the great Flintheart Glomgold?"

Louie responds, "Eh."

Glomgold tries again, "A chance to bask in the collective glory of victory?"

Louie groans, "Blargh."

Glomgold deadpans, "I'll tip by the hole."

Well, that got Louie's attention.

He says, "Meh. If I'm gonna be bored, I might as well get paid for it."

Glomgold gloats to Uncle Scrooge, "Ha! Your own nephew is abandoning you! Soon, there will be nobody left to support you."

Just as he says that, fireworks in support of Uncle Scrooge go off.

Webby exclaims, "Sorry! Timer went off early!"

I say, "And I'm caddying for him. What was that about 'nobody supporting him'? Have fun losing."

Then the coin toss began to decide who would go first, and Glomgold barely even tries to hide that he switched the coin to one with double heads. I mean, he just put the real coin in his left pocket and pulled the trick coin out from his right pocket! What an idiot.

He tosses the trick coin, and foolishly calls, "Tails!"

The coin obviously lands on heads, meaning he lost. Glomgold starts yelling in frustration, trying and failing to throw the trick coin in the ocean.

Uncle Scrooge says, "You know what? You win. You can go first, let's just move on already."

Glomgold cheers, "Ha! I win! You lose!"

He starts dancing sloppily, and we finally start getting set up for the first hole.

Glomgold gloats, "That coin toss was only the beginning, Scrooge! The moment of reckoning is at hand!"

As Glomgold continued, Uncle Scrooge groans, "Ugh. It'll take another ten minutes before he takes a shot. Come on lad, let's work on your drive. Lass, you better come with, too."

He leads Dewey and I away so he can teach Dewey away from Glomgold's loud, distracting voice.

Uncle Scrooge says, "Focus. Filter out all distractions -"

Webby interrupts him, exclaiming, "Go, Scrooge!"

Uncle Scrooge says, "And remember: hips back, shoulders down, tail ticked, controlled swing..."

As he explained, Dewey wound up, jumped, and hit the ball as hard as he could, the ball stopping so far away it was hard to see.

He asks, "Was that okay?"

I say, "That was so cool, Dew!"

Uncle Scrooge adds, "Ach, you're a natural! A little unpolished, sure, but if we could focus that swing, you'll be almost as good as me one day."

Dewey asks with hopeful stars in his eyes, "Really?"

Webby says, "With a teacher like you, he could be even better!"

Dewey exclaims with a more hopeful expression, "Really?!

I say, "Of course! You're great at golf."

Uncle Scrooge, wearing his ego on his sleeve, says, "Or, you know, nearly as good, but not quite. After years of work and practice. No need getting his hopes up."

Glomgold suddenly yells, "Scrooge! Quit stalling! You're up!"

We head back to Glomgold, and Huey narrates, "Scrooge, the returning champion, is approaching the first hole."

Launchpad adds, "He's probably worried Glomgold will use his one free tackle before the speed round in the third quarter."

I ask, "What are you talking about? What do you think they're playing?"

Launchpad exclaims, "One heck of a game!"

Huey narrates, "Taking his time with the first shot -"

Louie interrupts him, saying, "Tell me about it. Just hit the ball!"

His focus broken, Uncle Scrooge exclaims, "Yah!"

The ball soars over the trees, landing in the weeds.

Huey narrates, "Ouch. And it's deep in the rough."

Glomgold laughs, "Nice shot, Scroogie. Decide to take a shortcut through the weeds? Unless... Boy! Why didn't you tell me about the shortcut through the weeds?!"

I walk off after Uncle Scrooge, keeping a hand on the golf bag to keep it from slipping off my shoulder as we go into the rough for his ball.

As we're searching, Uncle Scrooge mutters, "Ach, I can't believe it. I haven't had a shot that bad in forty years!"

We find his ball in the center of a circle of what seem to be tall, mystical stones engraved with runes I can't decipher.

I mutter, "What the heck?"

Just then, Huey and Launchpad scream as the golf cart gets stuck in between two of the tall stones.

Launchpad says, "Ah, yes. Scrooge went for the classic 'magic forest stones' bonus. Risky, but it paid off."

Glomgold, Louie, and Dewey finally join us, and Glomgold says, "Ooh, it wasn't a shortcut. The great McDuck finally hit a right clunker!"

Uncle Scrooge tries to cover, "I did not. I was simply... getting a lay of the terrain!" He then turns to Dewey and I, adding, "See, the key to a good golf game -"

Glomgold interrupts him, saying, "Take the penalty, and let's get back to the course."

Uncle Scrooge says, "A Scotsman plays it where it lands."

He steps closer to his ball, and the stone runes start glowing.

I say, "Uncle Scrooge, t- this doesn't feel right."

He ignores me, and hits his ball. The second he does, we're enveloped in a beam of light.

Uncle Scrooge awes, "Heavenly hollyhock."

The light disappears, revealing that we're in a new location surrounded by a thick mist, and the back half of the golf cart was left behind.

Webby gasps, "Mythical glowing stones, mysterious teleportation circles... Do you know what this means?!"

Louie drops Glomgold's bag, exclaiming, "No more golf! Woo hoo!"

Huey asks, "Does anybody see any clues about where we are?"

I say, "No, and I'm not so sure we can get home yet. That mist looks pretty thick."

Webby says, "There are these two orbs."

Louie murmurs, "Hmm... Interesting."

Dewey points to a small hole in the ground just before the mist, adding, "And it looks like they'd fit in that hole over there."

Louie murmurs, "Oh, okay..."

Glomgold pokes at one of the orbs with his golf club, receiving a shock.

He exclaims, "Ah! Cannae touch the blasted things." He tries touching it again, exclaiming, "Yah!"

Uncle Scrooge examines the runes, and finds two clubs that look like they were carved by hand.

He says, "Maybe we can use these clubs."

Louie exclaims, "Oh, no! Oh, no, nononononono! Guys, it's golf. It's still golf! Okay, that's it! I'm going home!"

He turns around, and the mist gets closer.

Louie gasps, asking, "Where did home go?"

Huey narrates, "Welcome back to the Billionaire's Club Classic where, in a bizarre turn of events, the players have become trapped in some sort of mystical faery rhelm, but they remain undeterred."

Launchpad adds, "For more, we go to two tiny horses."

I ask, "Wait, what? Where?"

Huey asks, "What are you- Ah!"

Two small colorful horses wearing Tam O'Shanter hats on their wet manes appear out of the mist, one with pink fur, mane, and tail, and the other with purple fur, mane, and tail.

The pink one says, "Greetings! We're Briar and Bramble, the keepers of this rhelm."

Huh. I wouldn't have expected them to talk.

Webby asks, "Talking animals wearing clothes?"

Dewey asks, "Oh, no. Did we die? Are we in Webby heaven?"

I say, "I'm pretty sure we're not dead, Dew. Though, this is still weird."

The purple horse, I assume Bramble, says, "Bet you're wondering what this place is."

Louie asks, "It's a mystical golf course, right?"

Huey adds, "Did ancient Scottish druids build a secret course so they could keep playing golf even after Black Donald got it banned?"

The pink one, probably Briar, says in a surprised tone, "Uh, yup. That's all correct."

I say, "It was pretty obvious once we saw the golf balls and clubs."

Bramble says, "Here, hop on our backs. We'll give you a tour!"

They turn around, showing us their backs.

Webby runs up to them, exclaiming, "Ooh!" She stops herself, however, asking, "Wait, why are your manes wet?" She gasps, "You're kelpies, aren't you? You tempt people on your backs and carry them off into the sea!"

Bramble nervously says, "Oh, nononono. We just... got out of the shower, that's all." We all stare blankly at them, and she rolls her eyes, admitting, "Fine. That is generally our plan."

Briar says, "C'mon, Bramble. If they're so smart,they must know all about the treasure at the end of the course."

Uncle Scrooge asks, "Treasure?"

Glomgold copies, "Treasure?"

Briar explains, "First to complete this course will win the priceless Druid's Cup."

Bramble adds, "Thus proving them to be the finest golfer in every plane of reality."

Glomgold awes, "Ooh!"

Louie skeptically says, "Uh huh, okay. Well, anyone else think we should ignore the murder ponies and go home?"

I say, "I second that."

Briar says, "You'll all be sent home safely as soon as you finish the course."

Bramble adds, "That is, if you finish the course." Briar elbows her, and she nervously adds, "Uh, um, did we mention the trophy has custom engraving? Ooh!"

Dewey says to himself, "Dewey, you've found your calling."

He tries to grab the club, but Uncle Scrooge stops him, saying, "Easy, lad. You can't just flail that thing at random anymore. There's too much at stake. If we lose the ball, we don't go home. We have to play it smart."

Briar says, "You might want to get started. It can be awful hard to play once those mists roll in."

Dewey says, "C'mon, we're wasting time."

Glomgold says to Louie, "Caddy, my club! Caddy?"

Louie clears his throat, and Glomgold begrudgingly gives him some money. Louie gives him one of the metal clubs, and Glomgold exclaims in pain when he attempts to hit the ball, shocking himself again.

Bramble says, "Hop on our backs. We'll take you to the next hole, and definitely not to a watery grave."

We all exclaim in response, "No!"

Briar mutters, "You are the least fun victims ever."

At the next hole, Glomgold goes first, and the nearby waterfall grows a tentacle that grabs the ball.

Glomgold exclaims, "What the -"

Launchpad says, "Ooh, should've seen that coming."

Huey asks, "How? How could he have possibly seen that coming?"

Glomgold runs up to the water tentacle, saying, "Give it back, you overgrown puddle!"

The tentacle drops his ball, and picks him up instead.

He exclaims, "Ah! Caddy, help!" Louie just stands there, and Glomgold reaches into his pocket, flicking Louie a quarter, saying, "Ugh, here!"

The quarter lands in Louie's hand, and he says, "Ugh, it's like you don't even want to be saved."

Louie just hands Glomgold his club, and stands back over by the rest of us.

Uncle Scrooge says to us, "Old golf tip: let Flinty spring the trap. The rest is just patience." Another tentacle appears out of the waterfall, smacking his ball back to him every time, making him grow frustrated as he repeats, "Patience. Patience. Patience!"

Dewey says, "Ah! If you would just let me -"

Uncle Scrooge interrupts him, saying, "Not the time for a reckless clobber." The tentacle sends his ball back again, and he exclaims, "Ach! C'mon, you blasted tentacle! And besides, you cannae just sub in. It's against the rules of golf!"

The kelpies appear in the water beside us, and Briar says, "It's okay. Druid Golf allows for two-somes."

Bramble adds, "Water's great, by the way!"

We ignore her, and Uncle Scrooge begrudgingly agrees, "Oh, give it a go. But don't be too discouraged if you don't make it."

Dewey hits the ball, and the tentacle smacks it back. Dewey immediately hits the ball again, sending it through the two water tentacles, freeing Glomgold and landing the ball in the hole.

Webby and I cheer, "Go, Dewey!"

I add, "Way to go, bro!"

Uncle Scrooge says through clenched teeth, "Good shot, lad. Very proud of you."

I say in confusion, "You don't sound proud."

Dewey, not having heard me, exclaims, "Yeah! Scrooge and Dewey taking on the world one hole at a time!"

Huey narrates, "There you have it. Another brash, young upstart destined to surpass his aging mentor."

Uncle Scrooge deadpans, "Is the commentary still necessary?"

Huey responds, "It helps me feel in control during a, frankly, out of control situation."

Launchpad adds, "I like talking like this because it makes everything sound important. Baloney trampoline."

I say, "Whatever helps you feel more comfortable."

We traverse through a majority of the course, with Uncle Scrooge barely letting Dewey play. At the seventeenth hole, I can tell how frustrated Dewey's getting with not being able to play, and with the tiny putts Uncle Scrooge is doing.

Huey narrates, "Scrooge is still in the lead on the seventeenth hole, but Glomgold is closing in."

Launchpad adds, "Hey, so is that weird mist."

I shutter, "Don't remind me. Just looking at that mist makes me feel uncomfortable."

Webby compliments Uncle Scrooge with each small movement of the ball, saying, "Nice job. Nice job. And... nice job."

Dewey says, "Not nice enough. Glomgold's going to pass us!"

Glomgold exclaims, "You bet your ballast I am! I'll prove once and for all I'm the best golfer in this or any other - Ah! Caddy!"

The ground under him crumbles, and he just barely manages to grab onto the ledge before falling into the void of mist below us. Louie pops his head off the ledge, and Glomgold hands him some money. All Louie does is hand Glomgold his club, leaving him to pull himself up from the ledge.

Dewey says, "I'm pretty sure I can get it to the hole with one swing. Let me go!"

Uncle Scrooge asks, "And risk dumping it down into the water? Absolutely not."

Just then, we hear Webby's voice without seeing her mouth move, and realize it's Briar imitating her, "Aw, give him a chance! If he hits it into the water, we can jump on the kelpies to get it. I'm the small girl duck, you can trust me!"

Bramble taps her shoulder when she realizes they've been caught, and they both slip back into the water.

Dewey pleads, "C'mon, I can do this!"

Uncle Scrooge asks, "Do what? Whack the ball blindly?"

Dewey exclaims, "Into the hole, yes! Like I've been doing all day! Why don't you trust me to make this?"

Uncle Scrooge responds, "You don't have the experience. It takes time. Effort- Wait!"

Dewey yanks the club out of Uncle Scrooge's hands, and whacks the ball right into the hole.

He exclaims, "Haha, it's so easy!" Uncle Scrooge growls, and he adds, "I'm sorry. I just knew I could, so I -"

Uncle Scrooge yells, "You pull a club out of a Scotsman's hand, you'd best be prepared to knock him out with it!"

I say, "But he made the shot. Isn't that what matters?"

Uncle Scrooge ignores me, and continues to talk down to Dewey, "You disobeyed me, and risked the entire game with your showboating."

Dewey asks, "I'm showboating? This whole thing has been about you and how great you are. You're so worried that someone might actually be better than you at something that you keep -"

Uncle Scrooge interrupts him, saying, "See here. I am an inter-dimentionally ranked golfer."

Dewey angrily says, "Whatever. I'm over this dumb sport anyway. Finish the course so we can go home."

I slide his golf bag off my shoulder and drop it at his feet, adding, "I'm done helping you today. Carry your own dumb bag yourself."

As we walk away, I hear Uncle Scrooge say, "Now, hold on. I didn't mean to -"

Glomgold shoves him aside, saying, "Out of the way, McDuck."

We find ourselves in a broken down area filled with statues of golfers in cocky action poses.

Huey says, "The last hole."

Uncle Scrooge says, "Looks like some sort of hall of fame. Well, your old Uncle Scrooge will be joining it soon enough, eh?"

Dewey says, "Let's just get this over with."

I add, "Maybe you don't deserve to be in a hall of fame if you're so upset about your own nephew being better than you."

I watch his face fall slightly, and feel a tug at my heart. Maybe I was being too harsh to him, but he was being too harsh to Dewey. Uncle Scrooge starts getting ready to play the last hole, determination taking over the dejected look on his face.

Huey narrates, "Scrooge lining up, and none too soon. Morale is not high."

Webby nervously says, "Uh, Mr. Mcduck? Those mists are getting really close."

Uncle Scrooge says, "Well, that's ominous."

He takes his shot, and it bounces off the stony ruins, getting it stuck high up.

Huey says, "And he hooks it onto the wall."

Dewey sarcastically says, "Nice work. How are you gonna get up there?"

Glomgold stands still in the mist, exclaiming, "It's happening! I'm one drive away from claiming the trophy and beating Scrooge McDuck! As soon as I take this swing, I, Flintheart Glomgold, will be the winner of the Billionaire's Club Classic. Sure, you may have won the previous twenty-seven, but I think we can all agree that this one counts more than the rest combined."

As he spoke, we could only watch as his right foot started turning to stone, creeping over his leg.

Uncle Scrooge nervously says, "Uh, Flinty?"

Glomgold says, "Stuff it, Scrooge. I'm savoring the moment. Caddy, savor it with me. Caddy? Ugh."

Louie just watches with a horrified expressions, not reacting as a quarter bounces off his head.

Glomgold finally looks down at his torso being encased in stone, saying, "Oh, I see. Curse you McDuck! Curse you and my love of moment savoring!"

With those last words, he's fully turned to stone, and angry expression fixed on his face.

Uncle Scrooge exclaims, "The mist turns people to stone! Those statues used to be real golfers!"

The kelpies appear through the mists, chuckling.

Briar says, "Oh, by the way, the mists of Moorshire? They turn mortals to stone. Those statues are... You just said all that, didn't you?"

We all nod, and Bramble says, "So, you're doomed. Better to let us drown you instead. Let's go!"

We all yell in unison, "No!"

Briar frowns, "You people are no fun."

The kelpies back up into the mist, quickly disappearing.

Uncle Scrooge says, "We have to finish the course. Those hooved hostiles said it would get us home."

I ask, "Are we really going to trust them?"

Uncle Scrooge mutters, "It's the only chance we've got."

I ask, "Fine. Then how are you gonna get up there to hit the ball?"

Webby thinks for a moment, then blurts out, "Everybody, we need to support Scrooge."

Dewey stubbornly says, "Why? He hasn't supported me all day."

Webby says, "No, we need to support Scrooge. Not everything is a life lesson."

We stack together like a totem pole, with Launchpad at the bottom, then Huey, me, Louie, Webby, and Dewey in the middle, and Uncle Scrooge at the top.

He says, "Louie, hand me the club."

Louie holds his hand out, and I lightly smack his leg in frustration. He looks down at me, and I shake my head.

Louie mutters, "Nope. Right. Sure. Not the time."

Louie hands the club up, and the mist has started to settle right around us. If any of us fell, we'd turn to stone instantly.

Huey narrates, "Scrooge taking his time. I'm not sure why. There are lives at stake."

Launchpad asks, "Wait, whose? Oh, right."

He turns to stone as the mist touches him, and Huey exclaims right before turning to stone himself, "This has been Huey Duck, signing off!"

I exclaim, "Huey! Launchpad! No!"

Suddenly, everything goes dark, and I realize I've been turned to stone. I can't move, can't see, can't hear anything. The only thing I feel is a stinging regret. I shouldn't have treated Uncle Scrooge like that. He was only being like that because one wrong move could cost us our lives, but it happened anyway. I start feeling extremely cold. I'm not dying like this, am I?

That would be a pretty idiotic death, to die from mist while watching someone play golf. Is this what the afterlife is like? Being alone in the dark, stuck with nothing but your own thoughts? This must be how all those past golfers felt, unable to let go of their pride before dying. The only thing I wish I could have done was apologize to Uncle Scrooge, but it looks like that's never going to happen.

All of a sudden, I can see again, and I'm falling. I blink from the overwhelming brightness of being able to see again, and I see that I'm back in the circle of stone runes we started in, and everyone else is back safe. I tear up, and tackle Uncle Scrooge in a hug.

He looks surprised as I pull out of the hug, and I say, "I'm sorry I was being so rude. I know you only wanted to make sure the game went well."

Uncle Scrooge says, "No, I'm sorry. I let my pride get in the way." He then turns to Dewey, who's clutching the golf club in his hand, and says, "You did it lad! I knew you could."

The kelpies appear out of the mist, a large golden trophy resting on their backs.

Briar exclaims, "Congratulations, champions!"

Bramble adds, "You are the first players to ever complete the Druid's Cup."

Dewey reaches for the trophy, then hesitates.

Uncle Scrooge smiles, saying, "Go on. You've earned it."

Dewey reads the messed up engraving, "'Scrogie & Douise'?"

Briar apologizes, "Sorry, it was a rush job."

Bramble adds, "We really didn't expect you to make it."

Briar asks, "Now, who's up for a victory swim?"

We all yell, "No!"

The kelpies run off, jumping into the water and disappearing.

Glomgold, covered in stone from the waist down, yells at Louie, "You! You let me turn to stone! You're the worst caddy ever! You're fired!" He falls to the ground, and mutters, "As soon as you help me out."

He pulls out some money and reluctantly give it to Louie, who has a mischievous grin as he starts whacking him with a club.

Uncle Scrooge says to Dewey, "You know, we could use another player for next year's Invitational. I'd love someone who'd actually give me a run for my money."

Dewey, admiring the trophy, says, "Eh, I think my pro career is over. Going out on top. Still, I'd be up for a friendly round now and then."

I say, "And maybe I could play next time? It looked fun. You know, other than almost dying."

Uncle Scrooge smiles, saying, "Sounds grand."

Webby yells, "Woo! Screwy for life! In your face, everybody who's not them! Woohoo!"

Uncle Scrooge says, "Maybe just the three of us."

I say, "Agreed."

[kingeorgey]

i have some new followers bc of my wwdits posting so here’s a little ‘about me’ post. i am a little tumblr inept so bear with me, i did try to format it somewhat! <3

basics—;

riley, 22 🕊️

she/her

american

mdni

more below!

fandom info—;

i’ve been a fangirl my whole life, starting with harry potter way back in 3rd grade. i’ve been through everything- one direction, 5sos, COD men, Marvel, every musical ever (especially les mis). i was a famous hamilton and deh fanfic writer in middle school, roleplayed for many many years, and still write fanfic once or twice a year.

my ao3, tiktok, and discord are all @/kingeorgey, but i’m also going to link them below, followed by a bit more about who i am personally.

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links—;

TikTok: https://www.tiktok.com/@kingeorgey?_t=ZT-8rxBw7Uc0YU&_r=1

Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/users/kingeorgey/profile

Discord: @Kingeorgey (not sure how to link it)

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personal info—;

i’m riley, i’m 22, and i’m a good ol midwestern american girl. i grew up in rural michigan on a farm (more of a hobby farm than anything) as one of five children, am a lifelong theatre kid, and a forever fangirl. i don’t disclose what my job is specifically, but i have the most amazing job in the world and that’s usually what i’m busy with. i travel more than you could possibly imagine, especially to scotland and france- family in scotland, and work always sends me to france.

i’m queer, about to go back to school to finally finish one of my degrees, love diet dr pepper, and my favorite food is a red delicious apple. i started out studying accounting and theatre, then switched to history (focusing on Islamic studies) and communications when i left my initial college. then i left to focus on getting my job.

i collect vintage clothes with a focus on dresses- i attached a pic of two vintage outfits as proof;) and i’m on a bit of a fitness journey that is mostly cardio based- i have lost weight but it’s still something i’m working on maintaining long term.

hobbies include: theatre (last year i returned to the stage as cinderella in into the woods- first time since i graduated in 2020 that i was in a show, i hope to be in another soon!), traveling, writing fanfiction, riding horses, running / going on walks, singing, hanging out with my pets

a big something about me: i’m a queer Christian, and i don’t debate people on my own existence. if you are atheist, struggle with religion, whatever- i love you, i see you. you are not lesser than, and my journey with my religion has been very turbulent. i deconstructed when i was outed in middle school, due to pressure from homophobic Christians, and eventually came back and reconstructed. my beliefs are very tender and special to me, and if you’re ever struggling, even if we’ve never talked, feel free to vent or reach out. i will not try to ‘fix’ you or turn you ‘back to the light’ or any of that BS. your worth and goodness as a human is not dictated by being or not being a Christian. your experiences and existence are cherished, and valid, and don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.

so. i believe that’s the big stuff! i don’t really know how to format a blog with tags and stuff but there is that. see you all around! please message me and send asks and stuff. i am a very open book and want friends :^)

here are some pics of me!

[autobot2001]

Whumpmas in July Day 1- Introduction

@whumpmasinjuly-archive

❤️ Name: Autobot2001

💚 Pronouns: She/her

🤍 Favorite season: Hmm....

❤️ Average amount of sleep: 9-10 hours

💚 Dream Job: A medic in the military or working in the hospital. Maybe ICU, but I'm physically disabled and can't do either.

🤍 Blog established date: 2020

❤️ Username/blog meaning: I like the Autobots and i got the idea for my fanfiction series in 2001.

💚 Hobbies: Writing, making YT videos which is playing video games, watching YT videos and a couple of live streams (YT & Twitch), reading fanfiction

🤍 What you love about whump: I like the medical side. Prob because I can't work in the medical field. Also Found family. I think because i was bullied and has no friends once myu family moved when i was 12 years old. Went to a school where kids...i'd say were allowed to bully. Damn aduklts did nothing. I think while that lasted 3 years, it was enough to make it hard to make friends. The few I had in 7th grade moved away. My only friends were kids with other disabilities in a class called Life Skills because they wouldn't do well in regular classes.

❤️ Anything else to add: My fanfiction series is supposed to focus onmany fandoms, starting with Dragonabll Z, but I have to many ideas in the Bayverse live action movies portion of the transformers fandom. You don't have to know much about transformers to enjoy the stories. I have at least 40 stories planned. Some notebooks are labeled untitled story(number), while many aren't. They either have decided titles, or labeled specific to the media i.e. transformers 2007. Add the ideas that don't have notebooks in my Evernote app.

As for finished stories, I'm trying to make a master post. I should have right away, but an, I waited four years. The number of posts I have to go through. The stories are also on A03, FFN & Wattpad. Same username; Autobot2001. Once that's done, I'll post about my OCs and Autobot holofrms, and screenshots. It's fun (and challenging) to make screenshots for scenes for my stories.

[tangentofk]

gonna be raw as fuck, since i haven't slept and my emotions are all over the place.

so, i found my old live journal. that's not the cringey part.

in it, i found the remnants of messages/other blogs of... "people," or maybe I should say, "characters" that I talked with during the time.

a tl;dr of this high school story is that, i'm pretty sure this girl in high school created a bunch of "friends" and role played them on their live journals/had AIM screen names for them. In particular, one was named "Eric" and... god this hurts saying out loud, or rather, typing it to the world, and she used this Persona to flirt with me/get my affection with this person via LJ and AIM. After 3 years of this, I pulled the plug on Eric separately, and kindly told this girl to fuck off cause I couldn't "deal with the drama of her and her friends." I have never spoken to this person since, and I hope to keep it that way.

I never got definitive proof, but there were a few red flags-- i rememeber my one friend got "Eric's number" from this girl, for me to discover she had it saved as her own number in her phone. The fact that Eric always had some reason we never could meet up. How fairy tale/fantastical their lives were and I never could be a part of it.

Why am I typing all this? Because discovering this live journal just opened up the flood gates of all this trauma that... I never fully processed. Or knew what to even do. I was 17-- we didn't even HAVE the word "Catfish" in our dictionary. Whenever the show later showed up, and coined the phrase, i was like "THAT'S WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED TO ME?!?!" Keep in mind, this is internet hay day, out law country, I had no resources to help verify any of what was going on around me... I just... trust what this person was typing on the screen, and what my friend told me IRL in High School/College.

Now here I am, searching through these old archives, trying to remember this story i buried away in my brain to protect myself. I'm finding the moment I first started talking to them... it was right after my jaw got broken my senior year of high school. And you know what this psycho bitch did as a hook for me, knowing I Was reading her Live Journal?

She gave one of these characters a broken jaw too. And i ate it up-- I sympathized, and I reached out to this "person" to send my condolences. She used my trauma to fucking lure me in. This guy was the "boyfriend" of "Eric," and I some how convinced myself "Eric" loved me.

As I dig through these archives, I see this character vague-posting about "this thing i can't talk about" and "he knows my feelings for him."

I was caught-- hook line and sinker, like a fucking catfish.

Funny how all these characters stopped posting around the same time, a year after I stopped communicating with that person from high school.

I know no one reads these long posts.

But this... this needed to be typed out.

I never vocalized this to anyone. Ever. Even the people who KNEW "Eric" and "Dave" and "John" in my core friend group. They knew of them bc i talked about them all the time... I was obsessed.

I thought I was in love. I told this figment of a girls imagination that I loved them. There's so much more to this story, and I'm actively forgetting/remembering it all at once... and i'm really going through it right now.

And that's completely fucked me up for a long time, guys.

[spooky-things-au]

So, episode 2 is out! I haven't abandoned it yet! :D

Also, I have a second SM AU ask blog now and would be very grateful if you went and asked something there! :) (but no forcing!)

(Chapter is undercut)

Spooky Things

Season 1. Beginning

Episode 2. The Weirdo on Maple Street

Chapter 1. Will's find

The rain continued to pour outside of the Wonder family's house, when the kids made their way back. Winston Wonder was sleeping in the living room, unaware of the commotion that was going inside his grandson's bedroom.

The small child, Will found in woods, was now sitting in the boy's room, looking at older kids around him. Will was digging through his closet, looking for something. The child himself was looking at three pre-teens with wide, scared eyes.

"Is there a number we can call for your parents?" Susie asked, not tearing at the child.

"Where's your hair?" Robert chimed in, tilting his head. "Do you have cancer?"

"Did you run away?" Roy continued.

Susie asked once more, leaning towards the child. "Are you in some kind of trouble?"

"Is that blood?" Roy asked again, noticing the dark liquid on kid's face.

Will then came back, holding black cloth in his hands. He stood in between the boy and older kids "Stop it! You're freaking him out!"

"He's freaking me out!" Roy frowned to Will. "I bet he's deaf."

There was a beat of silence, before Roy pulled Will side, clapping infront of mysterious kid's face. He flinched back in surprise.

Roy hummed. "Not deaf."

"Alright, that's enough!" Susie breathed out and stood next to her brother. "He's probably just scared and cold..."

Will then walked back to the boy, holding the black cloth to the kid. "Here, you can wear these... it's clean."

Through hesitantly, the child took black fabric, running his hand through it. It felt soft... way softer than anything he ever wore back at The House... he brought it to his face, light smile coming to his face. He liked the way it felt on him.

Setting the clothes down for a second, the boy reached down for the bottom of the gown, about to start pulling it up. But it was quickly stopped by three older kids' screaming.

"Oh my God..." Roy covered his face, turning around.

Susie sighed out, before taking kid's hand, Will followed her. She then lead him out of room to across the hall.

"This door. That's the bathroom." She said softly, opening the door, letting the boy walk inside, before slowly closing the door...

Or, at least, trying to... since the child stood in between the door, peeking out. Roy and Robert also walked out, watching them.

"We need to close it, kid..." Susie said, looking at him. "Privacy. Get it?" The boy still held onto the door frame, not letting her close it further. "You don't want it closed?"

Another beat of silence followed, before the mysterious child shook his head. "No." The boy said, through quietly, but clearly.

"Oh, so you can speak." Susie said, slightly surprised. Will looked between his sister and althea boy, before thinking of something...

"Okay, well... Um, how about we just keep the door..." He took the door from his sister, starting to close it, but stopping when there was few inches wide crack. "...just like this. Is that better?"

"Yes."

Will volunteered to stay and watch the boy, while Susie and her friends went to her room to think over a plan. God, they were supposed to be put, trying to find Ross! Not dealing with some weird kid, Will insisted on bringing home!

"This is mental..!" Roy said.

"Hey, at least we now know he can talk." Susie shrugged.

"He said "no" and "yes"." The red-haired boy frowned. "Your seven-year-old brother says more!"

"And are we going to ignore he tried to get naked!?" Robert joined in. "I feel there's something seriously wrong with him..."

"I agree." Roy said, before pointing to side of his head. "Wrong in the head! He just went like..." He reached for bottom of his sweater, pretending to raise it up. "I bet he escaped from Pennhurst..."

Other two raised their eyebrows.

"From where?" Susie asked.

"The nuthouse in Kerley County." Roy explained. "Seriously though, think about it! That would explain his shaved hair and why he's so crazy. And why he did that!" He said once more. "He's an escapee is the point. He's a psycho."

"A psycho?" Robert asked, slightly unconvinced.

"What? Like Michael Myers?" Susie continued, through that followed by an unbelieving grin.

"Exactly!"

"Roy, the kid is like... eight at most." Susie rolled her eyes, watching her brother leading the kid out back to his room. "No way he'd even be able to reach for anything sharp!"

"My point still stands!" Roy argued. "We should've never brought him here."

"So you just wanted to leave a little kid out in that storm?" Robert asked, crossing his arms.

"Um... Yes?" Roy raised eyebrow, looking between the two. "We went out to find Ross! Not another problem! I think we should tell your grandpa."

"What?!" Susie asked.

"Sorry, Susie..." Robert started to fidget with his fingers. "But I'll have to agree with Roy on that, we need to let adults know, they'll know what to do."

But before the boya could leave, they heard Susie say "And who's crazy now?!", that stopped them.

"How is that crazy?" Robert asked.

"Have you forgotten? We aren't supposed to be out tonight!"

"And?"

"And if I tell my grandpa..." Susie walked to Roy. "And he tells your mom, who doesn't like us..." And then turned to Robert, serious expression on her face. "And your siblings, you said you were in trouble with..."

And then it hit them, making Roy's eyes widen as he let out a long "Ooooohh".

"God..." Robert whispered, holding onto his hair. "Our houses will become Alcatraz..!" He said in panic.

"Exactly." Susie frowned to them. "And we'll never find Ross!" She finished, before looking around, grabbing few blankets from her closet. "Alright, here's the plan. He sleeps here tonight-"

"You're letting a psycho kid-?" Roy started, not believing in what Susie was doing.

"Just listen!" She cut him off again. "He'll stay in Will's room... this kid is a magnet for weird things, but they never harm him." She said, walking to her brother's room to hand him the blankets, Roy and Robert followed her, when she knocked on his door. "Hey, how about you make a little... fort for our guest? He seems shy, so that will keep him from being seen, hm?"

Will looked at his older sister, before he smiled brightly. "Yes! Good idea, Susie!"

The boy grabbed blankets and hid inside, as the rustling started. Susie looked back at her friends.

"And then, in the morning, he sneaks around my house, goes to the front door and rings my doorbell. Grandpa will answer and know exactly what to do. He'll send him back to Pennhurst or wherever he came from and we'll be totally in the clear..."

"And tomorrow night... we go back out. And this time..." She looked in the boys' eyes. "...we find Ross."

And nothing was going to stop them. No matter what.

Meanwhile in Will's room, he was settling up a small fort around the boy out of extra blankets, few chairs and stuffed toys. The other boy, now wearing a skeleton printed onesie, was sitting in what seemed to be a nest, somewhat calm. He seemed to be getting used to Will's presence. The older kids were watching from the door.

"There you go." The brunette boy said with a smile. "That's my sleeping bag."

Robert looked at the small interaction, smiling softly. It reminded him of how he would play with Becky. Making pillow forts and playing inside. He found this cute. Watching two small children playing, he nearly forgot what situation they were in.

"Do you really think he's psycho?" Susie asked, looking at Roy, who was still crossing his hands.

"Wouldn't want him in my house..." The boy looked away.

Susie sighed out once more, before leading the boys out from the backyard. Last thing, Will could hear from them was Roy whispering "Mental...". Due his age, this would go over his head, as he focused on the boy.

"Hey... um..." He started calmly. "I never asked your name."

The child looked down. On his hand. Then back at Will. And back to his hand, slowly raising the sleeve of the onesie to reveal the 11 tattoo.

Will's eyes widened as he looked at it.

"Woah... Is that real?"

Will reached out to touch it, only for the boy to pull his hand to himself, to hide it one more. Brunette looked a bit surprised, but sat back.

"Sorry." He apologized quickly. "I've just... never seen a kid with a tattoo before."

The boys sat for a second, before Will decided to try his luck again.

"What's it mean?" He asked. "That tattoo... Eleven?" He contacted.

And just like earlier this day with Tom and Vivana, the boy raised his hand up, pointing to himself.

"That's your name? Eleven..?" He asked, a bit confused, but upon getting a nod of confirmation... he decided to roll with it. "Okay... Um... well..." He looked around, before returning a smile. "My name's Will. Short for Wilbert."

The boy, now known as Eleven, tilted his head, whispering out soft "Will...". The other boy nodded.

"Yeah, it's me." He smiled. "Maybe we can call you "El"?" Will asked. "Short for Eleven."

But something on "El's" face turned on it. Will looked away, before chuckling.

"Yeah, I don't really like my name too." He said, before smiling to Eleven. "Maybe tomorrow we can think of a better way to call you?"

Eleven yet again sat still, but after a second, gave a small nod. Well, it was progress.

"Okay then!" Will smiled, before standing up "Night, El." He said cheerfully.

With that, Will started reaching for the blanket on top of the fort to close it off. To hide El from anyone who might walk into his room... but before he could do that...

"Night, Will..." El whispered softly, getting another look from Will.

The said smiled to him, before completely closing the fort, leaving El in semi-darkness.

Small boy laid down in comfortable space, many blankets and soft toys surrounding him... one closest to him was a weird orange thing. Something out of instinct made him reach for it. It was big in his hand, but soft and round. It had a face drawn on it. On top was a little green stamp.

El laid still, hugging the toy in his hands... for first time since yesterday... it felt nice... it was comfortable and, surprisingly, safe... with soft orange (Will seemed to LOVE this color, he noted to himself) blanket over him, Eleven let himself relax... before nearly 24 hours of non-stop running and exhaustion washed over him, making him close his eyes.

And so, El was asleep even before Will came back in his pajamas and turned off the light in the room.

@crossover-enthusiast @catsockpuppet @spookuzm @ferf-bish @sunny6677 @momentokori @nottapossum @nostalgic-soda

[ironvaliance]

disclaimer about my liveblog/note taking & a general quick review of some of my opinions.

under a cut for spoilers / length. i'll try and make sure that my posts after the first two - which are up to 10 minutes into the movie - have a cut to them so that anyone who hasnt watched tales of arcadia can have a chance to view the three series first. please do. it's done so much for my brain chemicals.

so i've watched trollhunters: rise of the titans once through. i know this movie is going to hurt watching it. i personally feel like a lot of how the movie runs does jim a disservice. i felt like he'd been pushed aside in wizards a bit too much. yes, wizards is douxie's series for us to get to know him, as well as flesh out some of the other characters we meet in trollhunters' endgame like morgana, merlin & douxie himself and add some new characters. it's relatively successful in my opinion, in keeping up with how the other two series of tales of arcadia feels.

i started really writing fic and being active in this fandom under starconsequence/trolljim on ao3 & formerly tomearts - now teacuptomes! i run a jim rp blog @trollamulet & i have a few others, but jim has been my main squeeze putty boy since my partner just. put trollhunters on while i was home and had me watch it, since she heard that 3below was releasing season one. she thought she should finish it up, and i was introduced to jim lake jr fairly early in. it was after they got gunmar's birthstone from gato's keep, and blinky was (temporarily) human.

this is to say - most of these are just so i have an archive of fairly detailed play-by-play notes of what entails in this movie for quick reference to comply with some canon. however, i treat tales of arcadia after 3below a bit like a sandbox; one with some of the staff also building castles with us at the time.

the movie feels a lot like a heartbreak, like i'm jim and i've lost my amulet. jim remained in my heart, deep within. watching. waiting for me to rediscover the spark i have for the series. he truly is someone that burns brightest in darkest times. however, getting back into toa, i'm attacking my fanfic 'i've got to find my soul all before i sleep', rewriting it since it's a post-wizards, pre-rott canon divergent thing that i wrote, starting directly after finishing wizards.

if you want - go read the original version. i'm keeping it up on ao3 as is, however i will be posting a newer version & finishing the planned chapter 3 i left it with for so long that my interpretation and writing style has slightly changed.

so, yeah. these posts serve as a half-liveblog, half-note archive. part troll part hunter kind of experience. maybe i might watch the movie again to transcribe it - some of the subtitles on netflix are missing words here and there. nothing much, you don't miss too many things, but i personally get irritated if what i'm reading and what i hear are different. thanks adhd.

i'll probably also archive this experience on my nc blog too. please look forward to it!

and if you dared to venture here, and you havent watched trollhunters, please take the time to do so. i joke it's required watching if you want to be my friend, but i would never force you to view it to talk with me. i appreciate if you do.

[mojoflower]

So You Want to Tumbl?

There are lots of newcomers here these days, and I thought I'd spell out how to begin and what it means to ‘curate your own dash’ for folks who haven't grown along with Tumblr for the past decade.

If you're coming from a platform where content is fed to you, Tumblr can seem barren and intimidating in the beginning.  But that's actually a good thing!  What it means is that you will see what you want to.  If you're in a fighting mood, go find political discourse.  If you're feeling fragile, make your dash nothing but art and nature.

How to begin?

You’ve made your blog and picked out your icon (seriously, choose an icon:  otherwise you’re indistinguishable from bots).  Feel free to be anonymous.  Most of us are, and it’s wonderful to have a place that’s not tied to your Real Life.  Here you can be a fandom freak (like me!) and no one judges you and your boss will never find out.

Now seek out tags that interest you.  For example, I was just looking through #moss because I like peace and green things and old-growth forests.  (And, apparently, beautifully naked fae-men, heh.)

Now you follow that tag (if it's a popular tag, it'll say how many followers the tag has, which is beneficial to know if you're making a post that you want to reach all its interested audience) and posts with that tag automatically fill your dash. Voila, you have begun to curate your experience!

Do Follow:  tags; blogs in that tag that you like; people who comment on posts in the blog/tag you follow that seem like they’re up your alley.  The more people you follow, the more varied and nuanced your dash is.

Don’t Follow:  people who make comments or posts that raise your blood pressure.  Topics that upset you.  Discourse that has you arguing in your head for the rest of the day.  PLEASE avoid toxicity.  Real Life is hard enough.

How to be Social and Interact

If you want to find your tribe and interact, it’s best to start following individual blogs.  (If you follow a blog, they have an opportunity to follow you back.  Simply following a tag is a passive, one-way street.)  To Tumbl is to be in a vast cocktail party, and you need to mingle and eavesdrop to find the things that galvanize you.

How to be seen and heard

💬Comment on posts (please always stay positive and enthusiastic:  we really try to avoid toxicity).  You can read other comments (and reblogged comments) by clicking on the notes:

🔁Reblog posts you like, both to show your support and to show other people what kind of things get you excited.  Reblogging is essential to the tumblr ecosystem, because it’s the only way posts move around and get seen.  You can also “like” posts, but that's a much more passive way to interact. Also, reblogs and your own original posts show up on your blog and prove that you're not a bot.

Create your own posts and remember that the first 20 tags you use are essential, because that’s what gets you seen (and followed) by strangers.  Tags 21-30 are good for searching and archiving on your own blog, but they don’t count on the dash.  Instructions on how to Make A Post.

Participate!  Once you find your crowd, you’ll discover that there are always things going on.  For example, in fandoms, we’ve got writing events, art events, crafting and cons.  The more you try to be involved, the more new friends you’ll discover.  Tumblr allows for such an organic community.  One person has a thought, and many others build on that thought, creating something far greater than the sum of its parts.

There is no real algorithm beyond using those first 20 tags.  This may be discouraging to folks who are used to working an algorithm, but we like it fine here, because it keeps everyone real and keeps obnoxious social climbers/capitalists out of your face.

Be patient!  Just like in real life, when you find yourself in a crowd of people you don’t know, it takes a while to form connections.  Watch and listen, and learn to read the room.  Honestly, the thing that will win you the most friends/followers is honest enthusiasm about your space.

Don’t aim for the big names to become your new buddies.  You’re more likely to find a thriving coterie among other fresh faces.  Don’t assume that because they’re small or new they have nothing to offer you.  Often, this is the fire that keeps any given corner of Tumblr going.

Tumblr Etiquette

NEVER REPOST (without explicit permission).  Reposting is when you cut and paste from someone else’s content and then make it into a brand new post under your own blog name.  That is stealing and is very condemned.  Reblogging is when you use 🔁and the OP (original poster) remains attached to their post and continues to see and be in charge of interactions.  

Reblog in addition to Liking. A post that you 'like' is static. You are not helping it to get to a broader audience. If the post or poster is something/someone you support, then REBLOG that sucker: it deserves to fly!

Reblog and add your own content.  One of the best parts of Tumblr is that you can comment on a post, or even add to it in your reblog (as long as you’re not being a dick, okay?  Or changing the topic, which is known as ‘hijacking a post’).  Here is a wonderful example of the Tumblr ecosystem at work, where someone had a thought, other people had thoughts about that thought, and then a bunch of artists jumped in.  Tumblr posts BUILD COMMUNITY, and you can be a part of that conversation.  (Do try to refrain from reblogging with vacuous comments just because you want people to notice you rather than because you actually have something to add, though.  That’s just clutter.)

The most important part of “curating your experience” is learning to Block.

You can block individual blogs, Anons, people in the comments that you find upsetting.  Here's a post on How to Block.

Block entire tags or keywords if they are triggers for you.  (Here is a post on how to do that.) 

Blocking is self-care.  It is not a platform to demonstrate to the community how much you hate someone and how they should, too.  Usually the blocked person never even knows you’ve blocked them.  If they do something egregious (like tell you or someone else to kill themselves), then ‘Report’ them.

You can block something (like #US Politics) if you can’t handle it at the moment, and then unblock it later.  Block a friend if they’re spamming something you don’t like and then unblock them later.  It’s all good!  You are in control of what shows up on your dash.

But doesn’t this mean my dash will be single-topic and boring?

The simultaneous joy and pitfall in following individuals is that MANY blogs are not single-topic.  You will be exposed to all kinds of reblogs/ideas/other people from the folks you chose to follow, and can decide for yourself if you (a) want to be involved in that topic, (b) are indifferent to that topic, or (c) want to run from it screaming.

Also, the blogs you follow will move from hobby/theme/passion over time, and you can move with them, appreciate their new topic without vibing with it, or drop them altogether.

And THIS is how you curate your dash, my friends.

***Install New XKit extension.  It’ll make your life easier!

***Here's the Tumblr Help Center, where you can learn more details.

[luckyduckwrites]

Remembrance Chapter 1-2: Escape To/From Atlantis!

Fandom: DuckTales (Cartoon 2017)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Lena (Disney: DuckTales)/Original Female Character(s), Della Duck (Disney) & Original Character(s), Huey Duck (Disney) & Original Female Character(s), Louie Duck (Disney) & Original Female Character(s), Dewey Duck (Disney) & Original Character(s)

Characters: Lena (Disney: DuckTales), Della Duck (Disney), Original Female Character(s), Webby Vanderquack, Huey Duck (Disney), Dewey Duck (Disney), Louie Duck (Disney)

Additional Tags: Mentioned Della Duck (Disney), Canon Autistic Character, Canon Disabled Character, Protective Siblings, Brother-Sister Relationships, POV First Person, Original Character-centric, POV Original Female Character, Childhood Trauma, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Slow Romance, Slow To Update, Friends to Lovers

Summary:

My name is Izzy, and I'm Donald Duck's niece. I'm 6 years older than my brothers Huey, Dewey, and Louie, and we all grew up together on the houseboat. My brothers are incredibly mischevious and are always causing trouble, so they can never be left alone, but Uncle Donald almost never lets me babysit them. One day, he brings us to meet our Uncle Scrooge, the richest duck in the world! He seems vaguely familiar, almost like I've seen him before, but that can't be possible. I've never seen him on TV, so where could I have possibly seen him before?

**AO3 & Wattpad links in masterpost pinned to the top of the blog**

Sitting down in one of the submarine's seats, I hear Scrooge talking to Uncle Donald over the phone. He had to go above the sub to get service.

I hear him say to Uncle Donald, "I run a multi-trillion dollar business. I can handle a few juveniles for the weekend. You just focus on this new job of yours, and Izzy can help me watch the boys. Besides, I've got a pretty low key day planned."

I snicker a little bit at his last sentence. I saw a blue blur moving in the corner of my vision, and turn my head to see Dewey climbing up the ladder to the top of the sub. He sneaks a peek at me, and I shake my head, trying to warn him not to do what I already knew he'd do. He rolled his eyes and continued climbing the ladder, determination written on his face, and I let out a sigh.

Once he got to the top, I heard him shout, "Hoist the mast sail! Other boat words! To Atlantis! Dive, dive!"

Scrooge covered the receiver on the phone so Uncle Donald couldn't hear what Dewey yelled.

He yelped, "No, wait!"

Launchpad only listened to Dewey, though, replying, "Aye, aye."

He dove the submarine into the water, not noticing that the hatch Dewey and Scrooge had gone through was open.

Scrooge yelled, "Launchpad, the hatch! Stop the-"

Water started seeping into the sub before he could finish his sentence, gurgling a bit at the end when water got into his mouth. Louie and Webby started using the pump floor drain, pumping the water out of the sub.

Scrooge quickly closed the hatch before any more water got in, and tossed his phone to Louie, saying in an annoyed voice, "Talk to your uncle."

Louie started lying, "Hey Uncle Donald. Nope, yeah, pretty boring. We napped rubbed ointment on our joints, old people stuff."

I rolled my eyes and walked over to them to try to grab the phone.

Webby exclaimed, "What about the dragon? And the plane crash? And-"

Louie interrupted her, "Whoops, 3pm, time for dinner. Bye!"

Webby glared at Louie as he tossed the phone over to me. I fumbled a bit before catching it, walking over to Scrooge and giving him his phone back.

He turned to Launchpad and asked, "Launchpad, have you ever piloted a sub before?"

Launchpad responded, "I sunk a helicopter in a wave pool once. Same thing?"

I esclaimed, incredulously, "How is that, in any way, the same thing? They're not even remotely similar!"

Scrooge shrugged and responded, "Eh, I've done more with less. No matter, I'm back!" He suddenly struck a heroic pose before continuing, "Uncharted territory, bold new discoveries-"

Huey interrupted him, shouting, "Travel bingo!"

He had on a new shirt, one that he had made specially for this trip. It was red, and had a picture of the submarine we're in right now on front of it.

Huey continued with enthusiasm, "I love road trips! I've got snacks, a playlist of tradition sea shanties, matching family road trip shirts!"

He pulled a shirt that matched his own over Scrooge, handing one to me, this one being orange.

I asked him while putting on the shirt, "When did you have time to make these?"

Before he could answer, Scrooge pulled the shirt Huey put on him off, saying, "I appreciate the enthusiasm, but there's no time."

Huey responded, "But according to the travel itinerary-"

Dewey interrupted him, tearing up Huey itinerary as he exclaims, "Booooo! Adventure isn't about planning, it's about doing!" He walked over to Scrooge, asking, "So, what can I be in charge of?"

I walked away, heading over to where Huey was. I handed him a copy of his travel itinerary, something I always had copies of. Dewey usually destroyed at least one copy of Huey's travel itineraries. Because of this, I always made sure to have a few copies. He gave me a small smile, and I ruffled his hair. We both turned to face Scrooge and Dewey. I saw Dewey being placed into a seat, and buckled down by seatbelts, and heard Scrooge chuckle and walk back to Launchpad.

Huey and I walked over to Dewey, and heard him say, "Ha, good one. Class Scrooge-Dewey banter; the seasoned but tired explorer passing the torch to his cocky young successor."

Huey said as he fixed his hair, "I'm pretty sure he called me Herbert once."

I added, "To be fair, that is close to your full name."

Dewey responded, "Don't be ridiculous. Hey, Scrooge. When are we going to set sail, Scrooge?"

Scrooge distractedly responds, "In a moment, Sonny Jim."

Dewey crosses his arms, disappointed.

Huey holds up a blue family road trip shirt for him, and Dewey says, "I will cram it down your throat."

I give Huey a little pat on the shoulder, comforting him. Louie and Webby walk over to us, apparently done with draining the water.

Louie exclaims, "Guys, lighten up. We're on a deep sea expedition with Scrooge McDuck!"

Scrooge then stood up, done with what he was doing. Apparently, he was making a map for Launchpad to follow to Atlantis.

He set the map down next to Launchpad, and told him, "Mr. McQuack, chart a course." He turned back to me and the kids, exclaiming, "Next stop, the Lost City of Atlantis!" The kids and I whooped, but Scrooge continued, "In about sixteen hours!"

My face dropped, and I saw the kid's faces drop too before Huey perked up a bit, exclaiming, "Shanty time!"

He pulls out his radio and plays his playlist of sea shanties. I fall asleep for a few hours, only to wake up suddenly to some monster attacks, one after another. The kids and I lay on the floor of the submarine as Scrooge picks up his map. Apparently, Dewey changed Scrooge's carefully thought-out plan, making it go through all those creature's paths, claiming that it would be faster. Scrooge erased Dewey's dumb path and re-drew his original path.

As he was doing that, he muttered, "You kids will be the death of me."

Dewey got annoyed at that, shooting up from the floor and yelling, "Dewey! Dewey will be the death of you!"

I mutter, still laying on the floor and trying to catch my breath, "That's not exactly something to aspire to, Dew. Just relax."

Huey stood up and headed to the bathroom, yelling out suddenly when he saw a mer-creature in there.

He walked over to Scrooge, asking, "Could we make a pit stop? I'd use the bathroom but it's... um... occupied."

He showed Scrooge by opening the bathroom door, revealing the mer-creature. He struggled with it, eventually getting the door shut again.

Scrooge exclaimed in response, "For the love of- It's the middle of the ocean! There are no pit stops."

Launchpad then asked, "How about that conspicuously unmarked tanker?"

I blinked a few times in confusion, then stated, "I guess that works."

We headed up into the tanker to use the bathroom, leaving Launchpad in the sub. I stayed behind a bit to make sure that it was tied properly to the deck, then followed the kids inside. We all used the bathroom, and headed back to the sub, falling asleep once again.

After a few more hours in the sub, Scrooge woke us up with his monologuing, "The Drake Barrier Reef. Powerful currents make it nearly impossible to navigate, but on that rare occasion when snow falls above the reef, the currents cool, allowing safe passage to..."

He looked at the kids, seeing that I was the only one semi-awake. I tapped Louie on his shoulder, waking him up.

He asked tiredly, "Are we there yet?"

Scrooge responded, "I was just trying to-"

Dewey shot awake, exclaiming, "Right side, or the left side?"

Scrooge tried to tell his speech again, "Would you just let me-"

Dewey interrupted him again, pointing out the window and shouting, "Look! There that thing is! We found it!"

I looked out the window after he said that, and was able to focus on a building. It looked... odd to say the least, but I couldn't understand why. The boys and I continued staring out the window, oohing and ahhing.

Scrooge was annoyed with our antics and said, "Yes, good, Atlantis." He began to mock us a little, "'Ohh', 'Ahh', Thanks for spoiling the moment."

Dewey then spotted something, saying, "The whole place is upside down!"

I looked closer, and sure enough, it was.

Scrooge also looked out the window, exclaiming in confusion, "Huh. Well, that's a new one."

Launchpad brought the sub into Atlantis, parking it. I stayed behind a bit again to make sure it was tied up properly, then helped Launchpad out, and we both walked over to Scrooge and the kids. Scrooge seemed to be running off and yelling something, so Launchpad, the kids, and I all started to chase him.

I asked between wheezing breaths, "Dewey?"

The kids all responded in unison, "Dewey."

We finally caught up to Scrooge and Dewey, seeing Dewey sitting on the floor crooslegged, his arms crossed.

Scrooge exclaimed, "Lad! I thought the traps would get you for sure!"

Dewey pointed up, leading our view to the ceiling. There were freakin' buzzsaws on the ceiling!

Dewey stood up, and Scrooge said to him, "From now on, don't touch anything!" 

We all started walking, Dewey in the front. He had his arms crossed, and kicked a rock. The rock ricocheted off the wall and hit a button on the ceiling.

I shout, "Oh, come on!"

I pull the kids out of the way as a panel opens on the ceiling, releasing snakes. Launchpad was unfortunately unable to get out of the way in time, and a bunch of snakes landed on him, biting him.

I exclaimed, to no one in particular, "How are they alive?!"

Scrooge cracks his back and murmurs, "Maybe Atlantis was an ambitious first outing."

Webby nervously answered a call from Mrs. Beakley on her phone, saying, "Hi again, Granny. Still at a friend's house. Her name? Sub... ina! A totally real name for a definately real person."

She ended the call and Louie says, "Eh, good try."

I asked, "Is it though? Why is she even lying to Mrs. B in the first place?"

Louie shrugged, and responded, "Meh. It's better than her other attempts."

I was about to say something else, but Lauchpad walked back over to us. He was covered in snakes, and struggling to stay upright.

Huey walked up to him, and asked, "Launchpad, are you okay?"

Launchpad responded, "A little snake venom nev... er..."

He started trailing off, and slumping over.

I poked him in the shoulder, and he suddenly shot up, shouting, "Hi, nice to meet you! I'm everybody's friend!"

He flopped over onto the ground, landing on Huey. The poor kid started screaming. I tried to pull Huey out from under Launchpad while Webby and Louie pulled on Launchpad. We were eventually able to free Huey and get Launchpad standing, and walked forward, catching up to Dewey and Scrooge. They were on the other side of a large chasm, a broken rope bridge falling toward our side.

Scrooge muttered something to Dewey, then called out to the rest of us, "You five find another way around. We're going to..."

He looks behind him, and sees Dewey climbing down. Scrooge muttered something to himself, then followed Dewey. Huey found a rope and we all climbed down one at a time. As I began climbing down, Launchpad fell, and grabbed Webby's phone. I heard him say something in... Swedish, I think? I don't think I want to know. As I reached the ground, a short duck with a grey beard and wearing Scottish clothes walked over to us. He was holding a large red jewel, and had three body guards behind him.

He told them, "Take them down."

He ran past us, and his bodyguards started fighting us.

Soon, I heard Uncle Donald call out, "Huey and Louie!... are doing okay."

I looked and saw Uncle Donald standing nervously next to Scrooge and Dewey, who were carrying a huge, glowing blue jewel.

Scrooge asked, "Wait, where's Glomgold?"

I asked, "Who?"

One of the bodyguards' walkie talkie started speaking, the same voice as the duck holding the red jewel from earlier.

The voice said, "Hey, team. Wanted to thank you for keeping Scrooge's kin busy while I escape with the jewel, and blow up Atlantis with my most hated rival inside."

The bodyguard whose walkie talkie spoke responded into it, speaking in a Slavic(?) accent, "But I thought employees were greatest treasure of all!"

The duck whom I assumed was Glomgold exclaimed back through the walkie talkie, "Don't be ridiculous. Treasure is the greatest adventure of all, that's why it's called treasure. Glomgold out!"

That sure stopped the fight quick.

Scrooge stated, "We have to go. Now."

The kids, Uncle Donald, Launchpad, and Scrooge, and I started heading back towards the sub, but one of the bodyguards grabbed Uncle Donald's shoulder, turning him around to face her.

She said, "Mr. Duck. Could we, uh, maybe... bum a ride with you?"

Uncle Donald reluctantly nodded and the bodyguards followed us to the sub.

Once inside, Scrooge turned to Dewey and said, "That was some quick thinking. You just may be an adventurer yet, Dewey."

Dewey was happy that Scrooge finally used his name, and hugged him. It was a long ride back to Duckburg. When we resurfaced, approaching the dock, we saw Glomgold giving a speech to the press, holding up his jewel. Scrooge opened the hatch, holding up his own jewel.

We heard Glomgold say, "Ladies and gentlemen of the press. It is with great pride that I, Flintheart Glomgold, present-"

Scrooge interrupted him as we passed, stopping at the dock just past Glomgold, "The Jewel of Atlantis!"

The press turned towards Scrooge, opting to interview him instead, bombarding him with questions. Scrooge held up his hand, silencing them.

He stated, "An efficient, clean source of energy that could power Duckburg for fifty years. Courtesy of your friends at McDuck Water & Electric."

He took a bow, and climbed down to the dock, Launchpad, the kids, and I joining him soon after.

The reporter lady asked him, "Mr. McDuck, how do you respond to claims by other Scottish billionaires that they have the real jewel?"

Scrooge looked at Glomgold, then back to the reporter, stating, "That bauble? It's nice, but it's obviously super cursed."

A giant tentacle came out of the water, grabbing Glomgold and pulling him under the sea. Mrs. Beakley pushed through the crowd, and right up to Launchpad and Webby, talking to them. I was in a conversation with Uncle Donald, Scrooge, and the boys.

Scrooge started, "Now, Donald. Don't-"

Uncle Donald interrupted him, saying, "Stop. I admit I'm a little overprotective."

Louie and I asked in unison, "A little?"

Uncle Donald continued, "No matter what Izzy or I do, these boys will get into trouble. So maybe, you can teach them how to get out of trouble." The boys looked incredulously at Uncle Donald, then he continued, "It might be okay if the kids see you every once in a while. Sometimes, like birthdays, or federal holidays. Nothing too-"

He was interrupted by an explosion behind him. We all looked at the house boat, which was currently releasing dark smoke, then looked at Dewey, annoyed looks on our faces.

He looked sheepish, and said, "Ooh, I may have left the engine running in the houseboat."

I whisper-yelled, "May have? May have?!"

Scrooge looked at us kids, stating, "I may have a dozen or so spare bedrooms in the mansion."

The boys, Webby, and I all whooped.

The reporter lady returned, stating into the camera, "And there you have it Reclusive adventure capitalist Scrooge McDuck is back, with family in tow. Solving mysteries, and rewriting history."

The boys and I packed up our stuff from the houseboat, and moving it into our soon-to-be rooms. The boys shared one room that had a triple bunk bed, and I took the room next to them. After about a week of packing up and moving our stuff, we finally had everything moved into our new rooms in the mansion, and we started to clean out the garage.

That night, I felt a duckling crawl into bed with me, laying next to me. I turned around and saw Louie. He'd often have trouble sleeping, especially in new places, so he often slept with me or Uncle Donald. He snuggled up next to me, getting comfortable. I gave him a little hug, and we both fell asleep.

[sneakers-and-shakes]

3 Easy Methods to Start Journaling

If you’ve always wanted to start journaling (or just try something new) but don’t know where to start or find it all overwhelming, this blog post is sure to help!

This month I’ll be outlining 3 simple and easy ways you can start journaling and kick off the new year!

To begin let me break down what I believe are the basic concepts of journaling: documentation, goal-setting, and self-reflection.

In this post I’ll be outlining 3 simple ways you can accomplish these basic concepts, with each method covering a different concept.

Let’s start with the easiest and my favorite method to start journaling: buying a calendar.

This method is to tackle the documentation aspect of journaling. If you find that writing things down in a traditional journal is hard, then the calendar method, as I call it, is a much easier way to document your life.

1. Expo Calendar (Exhibition Calendar)

This is exactly what it sounds like, it exhibits your life. Basically you get a calendar (I get mine from the dollar store but you can also print cute templates for free online) and fill it out after you’ve done something. And so you essentially get an archive of your month.

As for what you put on the calendar, it can be anything you consider notable. Whether it’s completing a goal like finishing a book or working out, or fun plans or activities like dinner with friends or painting, just write them down on the calendar the day you did them.

This not only helps you keep track of everything but also makes you feel accomplished when you look back and see just how much you have actually done. Often times we don’t remember the things we do and when we think back it seems like much less than it actually is.

This calendar gives you an at a glance view of everything. It can also motivate you to do something noteworthy, so to speak, if you notice a week looking particularly empty.

Below is an example of how you could fill out an Expo Calendar. (If you want to take it a step further you can color-coordinate by choosing a color for goals or plans/activities.

This is something I’ve been doing since 2019 and I’ve really enjoyed going back through the calendar (especially at the end of the year) and realizing how much I’ve actually done.

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The second method is to address the goal-setting concept of journaling.

2. Monthly Notes

I’ve talked about this on my blog multiple times because it’s something I truly stand by and implement in my life for years now. Basically, the idea is to write down 3 goals you hope to accomplish in a given month.

(I’ve dived deeper into this in these blog posts and I highly recommend checking them out for more information: Different Kinds of Goals and Organization and Goals)

If you’re not sure where to start on the 3 goals then the easiest way is to make one of each type: Fun, Achievable, and Challenging. Essentially, make one goal that is fun for you to do, another goal that you’ve been meaning to do that’s achievable and one goal slightly more challenging.

You can write these in an actual journal, on a post-it note, or even digitally, whatever works best for you. A month, I find, is a good amount of time to try to get things done, not too long and not too short, but it’s good to check in midway to make sure you’re on track to accomplishing these goals.

If you follow the method of setting one of each type of goal, you will likely have at least one or two of them checked off by the end of the month when you re-evaluate. This method is an easy way to make sure you’re staying on top of the things you want to accomplish.

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The last method is to cover the last concept of journaling which is self-reflection.

3. Journal Prompts

I know this may seem obvious, but a bottleneck for a lot of people with journaling is they don’t know what to write. This is where just choosing from a list of journal prompts comes in handy.

If you’re just starting out, I recommend making some time once or twice a week to go through one or two journal prompts and answer them. Doing it daily can be a lot for people who haven’t adjusted but by doing it weekly you can slowly build up the habit. Once you answer a few journal prompts, coming up with what to write might even become easier.

Below is a list of Journal questions I came up with a while ago (also posted on my Instagram highlights).

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I hope these 3 easy and simple journaling methods assist you on your journey! These are all things hat I personally do and work for me and I’d love to hear about your experience with them, so feel free to leave a comment!

Thank you for reading!