#also there's no way i will have the voids listen

[cowboyemeritus]

Hi!!! I think you’re one of the best Ghost writers on this dang app! I wanted to request something, if that’s okay?

I’d love something about being fated mates with Copia. I’ve watched Nosferatu and I’m feeling the desire of some mighty powerful predestined pairings 😈

Thank you!

Hey! Thanks a lot - you’re too sweet. ❤️

Okay, yes, anon. I also saw Nosferatu and I hear you. I see you. Let’s fucking do this.

I originally had an idea for something cute, but evil Copia is too sexy powerful. Hope you enjoy :)

“How did you find me?”

Copia’s wide, beaming smile morphs into shocked confusion. He blinks once, twice, rebooting.

“I, eh-“ He huffs out an awkward laugh, scratching the back of his head. “I thought you would be happy to see me, amore. It didn’t hurt you like it hurt me?”

Every step away from him had felt like walking on broken glass. Of course it fucking hurt. But Copia had lost his mind — his humanity — and it had been unbearable. You would have fallen into that abyss, too, if you hadn’t left.

“How did you find me?” You can’t tell if you’re shaking with rage or with fear.

Copia smiles again. The sight at once makes your heart melt and your stomach churn. He gestures to his new suit, the collar, brooches, and grucifix glittering in the afternoon light. “I’m running the show now.” He takes another step closer and you flinch, your pounding heart skipping a beat. Your reaction has him pouting like a kicked puppy, but he persists. “Nothing can keep us apart. No Nihil, no Sister.” He chuckles. “Psaltarian is still around, but he always liked you.” The knife block is off to your left. The thought that you should arm yourself crosses your mind, but you remain frozen in place. Copia sighs. “Of course I was going to find you, cuore mio. Now we can finally be together, like we were always meant to be.”

Suddenly your eyes are stinging, then welling up. You curse yourself for the display of weakness.

“You’re insane.” He appears unmoved by the insult. “If you think I’d be anywhere near you after all that… that shit, then you’re out of your fucking mind.” At this, his once kind eyes darken. Something in them glimmers, ice cold and deadly.

“I did what I had to do to-“

“They were your brothers.” His white eye twitches.

“They were in the way-“

“Your fucking brothers!” Memories of the three bombard your psyche. You think of Primo and his garden of carnivorous plants, of listening to old ABBA vinyls with Secondo, and of Terzo, and his dreams of a better future. A tear finally spills over, carving a burning path down your cheek. “Do you even hear yourself?”

Copia, fists balled at his sides, takes a deep, steadying breath. He looks you dead in the eyes and it’s like there’s bugs under your skin, creeping and crawling and eating you alive.

And yet, those eyes. His face has changed, but those beautiful, soulless eyes are almost exactly the same. It’s a welcoming sight. The revelation makes you feel a little sick, but your resolve is already slipping. If he’s oblivion, then you’d gladly fling yourself into the void.

“Everything I have done,” he says, keeping his voice low and measured, “has been for you. For us. I have struggled, I have made myself a fool, and I have killed, all so that we could be together.” You sob.

“How dare you say that to me.” Your throat feels like it’s closing up. You sniffle, shaking your head. “You’re sick.” Knees giving out, you slide down the side of the counter, sinking to the kitchen floor. Copia is on you before you can resist, wrapping his arms around your frail, weeping form.

It’s like coming home.

“If I am sick, then I am sick with love for you.” He is so dreadfully good with words when he wants to be. A gloved hand finds your chin, lifting your head to look at him. The late-afternoon light hits just right, creating a golden halo around him that is so perfectly ironic. Copia: your guardian angel, your worst nightmare. It had been golden hour when you’d first met, him a spry young bishop and you a new Initiate, hungry for life and unaware of the strings of causality puppeteering you both.

Copia pulls you into him. He buries his face in your hair and inhales, a shudder running through his body. It’s a perverse gesture, but you don’t have the energy to protest. Years of running — from him, from the Clergy, from yourself, from destiny — have taken their toll.

“Every waking minute, I have thought of you.” He sounds almost like his old self, but something about his delivery is too smooth, too sure of himself. He must have practiced. “And every night, you have haunted my dreams.” You don’t doubt that; your days and nights have been very much the same. “I am meant for you, amore. I couldn’t let you go if I tried.”

All this profession does is make you cry harder. You are so unbelievably weak for him, it’s shameful. And he’s right — no matter how fast you run, no matter how long you hide, you two are bound to one another by forces far beyond your comprehension. You’ll always be pulled back in the end.

When you first laid eyes on him all those years ago, it felt like something had clicked into place. Now you understand why. It sends you reeling through all five stages of grief at once.

“I love you,” you whimper, tears soaking into Copia’s expensive-looking jacket. “I can’t not love you.”

“And I love you,” he coos, petting your hair just like he used to. “More than anything.” The years, the agony of it all, seems to melt away as you huddle on the floor, crying until you’re too exhausted to keep going. Copia never stops holding you, whispering sweet nothings into your ear like nothing between you had ever changed.

When your outburst finally ends, you pull away a bit. To your surprise, Copia lets you, instead taking one of your hands and pressing his lips to your knuckles. Instinctively, you know the warmth in his eyes is a facade, but you can’t help the butterflies that flit around in your stomach. Maybe if you pretend really hard you’ll go back in time, to before all this madness began and you were just two stupid kids in love. Wouldn’t that be nice?

“Come back with me.” You can’t tell if he’s begging or demanding it. “Come home. No more bullshit, I promise. You won’t have to worry about anything like that ever again.”

You don’t believe him.

“Okay.”

[review-anon]

Then they get roasted by Foghorn Leghorn!

Huh? Why's the monitor turning on?

Maybe Review Anon wants to show us something!

I doubt it, last I heard was that she's locked in her office and just doing well....reviews.

She definitely wouldn't have time to do a video for us.

Maybe its not Review Anon but rather Mikado?

Erm....would he just come and show up and tell us instead?

Yeah I don't think this is anyone we know-

*Suddenly the monitor turns on to show a image*

*All the Voids look confused at the image*

Erm....okay who is putting a image of a giant-

NOW YA SEE HERE, KIDS! YOU VOID KIDS ARE ALL DARN STUPID!

Waaaggghhh! The chicken is talking to us!

Calm down Iroha I'm sure everything will be fine-

IT AIN'T FINE BOY! YOU KIDS THINK IF YOU BREAK DOWN THE MIND OF THAT YUKI MAEDA KID, AND REPLACE HIM WITH THE MIND OF YOUR OLD MASTER -Bless his soul- , THE VOODOO MAGIC HE HAD WILL COME BACK? WELL LET ME TELL YA, IT AIN'T. WHY WOULD THIS "DIVINE LUCK" COME BACK TO THE LAD BECAUSE HE HAD IT PREVIOUSLY! ITS GONE! ALL YA KIDS ARE DOING IS TRAUMATSING A POOR LAD FOR NO DAMN REASON!

*The monitor turns off*

.....

....

.....

...Did we just get roasted by a cartoon bird?

How? It doesn't feel warm in here?

More importantly about what that bird said...

Just ignore it. Its just a cartoon, it doesn't understand what we went through.

[gingermintpepper]

One of my biggest pet peeves is the assumption that something has to be sad for it to be tragic.

I've always been a big believer of the 'Apollo has an awful love life'/'Apollo is plain unlucky with love' line of thinking but it does bother me that the general reasoning for that statement is given to the concept of 'Apollo is somehow undesireable and thus rejected' (Cassandra/Daphne/Marpessa) or 'his lovers die young and thus their love is unfulfilled' (Cyparissus/Hyacinthus/Coronis). I personally think that's a very unfortunate way of looking at things - not only because it neglects the many perfectly cordial entanglements and affairs Apollo has had, both mortal and divine - but because it presents a very shallow interpretation of the concepts of love and loss and how loss affects people.

Apollo can still grieve lovers that have a long, healthy life. The inherent tragedy of an immortal who knows his lovers and children will die and cannot stop it does not stop being tragic simply because those lovers and children live long, fulfilled lives. The inherent tragedy of loss does not stop being tragic simply because someone knows better than to mourn something that was always going to end.

What is tragic is not that Apollo loves and loses but that loss itself follows him. Apollo does not love with the distance of an immortal, he does not have affairs and then leaves never to listen to their prayers again. He does not have offspring and then abandon them to their trials only to appear when it is time to lead them to their destinies. He raises his young, he protects the mothers of his children, he blesses the households that have his favour and multiplies their flocks that they may never go hungry. He educates his sons, he adorns his daughters and even in wrath he is quick to come to his senses and regret the punishments he doles out.

Apollo loves. And like mortals, there will always be some part of him that wishes to protect the objects of his affections. Apollo, however, is also an emissary of Fate. He knows that the fate of all mortal things is death. He knows that to love a mortal is to accept that eventually he will have to bury them. There is no illusion of forever, there is no fantasy where he fights against the nature of living things and shields his beloveds from death. Apollo loves and because of that love, he also accepts.

And that, while beautiful, is also tragic.

[hastalavistabyebye]

First/last line challenge

I was tagged by the lovely @hopefullyakotelife @whiskygoldwings @nooneherebutaghost @adhd-coyote and @rooksunday <3

My lines are from yesterday night. Here's the first one :

Debate evening : the Coruscant Guard. Special guests : Sppppit Spatoooo, Coruscant Today’s representative and Marmar Shuttit, political affairs specialist. [Equivalent de BFM]

“—of this is bullshit ! This is pure, condensed propaganda and brainwashing forcing our good citizens to lose their mind ! There’s the crude and vile handprints of those CIS terrorists written all over it. And they’re succeeding with a horrifying ease ! Our very government, our beloved democracy is in danger because of those falsehoods and fakenews and easy scandals ! Not so long ago, the Commander of the Coruscant Guard and his pack were ruling over the population in fear and blood, repressing every tentative of self expression, disobeying orders as they like. Do you know how many demerits were given to the Guard since the start of the war ? They received 60% more demerits than any other clone battalion of equivalent size. 60% more ! They aren't victims. They are violent, dangerous, and have absolutely no respect for the Republic nor its citizens. Commander Fox and his hooligans are CIS agents and traitors—”

I still need to find the name of the space tv channel...

And my last line (I technically wrote a few new ones before that part this morning but I also modified that sentence so it's still my last line xD)

“At worst ? They would be court martialed. But my Commander prefers to call it ‘death penalty’.”

[Click to watch the rest of the interview.]

You're all lovingly uno reversed <3 and adding : @mereelskirata @yournewfriendshouse @mamuzzy-creates-stuff @workingchemistry @sithfox @corrie-guard-things if you have something to share !

[bigcats-birds-and-books]

NaNo 2024: Victory!!

Hello, world, here's my tidied desk in the aftermath of FINISHING ANOTHER BOOK!!! It took me EXACTLY four (4) pens this year (I was literally writing my wrap-up stats in the back of the notebook when the in on the last one started to go!), on 82 pages across two (2) notebooks, and preliminary* word count is 71,541!! (*subject to change once typed--I count by hand and tweak as I type haha.)

Also featuring: the NaNo Earrings, Volumes 2 and 3 of the Bitch Journal (where I whine about writerly things and also Reflect On My Process--I learned very much this year and got a lot of dopamine from it!!), the tiny watch that kept me company in my tertiary writing space, the earplugs that made working at home Tolerable (mostly), and some of the frantic scribbles on scrap paper (I got a LOT of mileage out of a dead receipt that Panera misprinted for me lol).

Now, onward to TYPING!! I would love for this not to take most of December, so I'll probably have more Unhinged Goals About That (I don't know why I am the way that I am), but! The hard part is done!!

[maeral33n]

This is a follow up post to my mums commentary on Arcane now that the last episodes are out. So spoilers ahead, obviously.

(Previous post)

Season 2 act 3:

Episode 7-

Mum:…wait…is that Mylo??

Me: Yup!

Mum: Oh god he looks awful in this timeline. I’m kinda glad he died.

Me: 😨

(I think my mother has just experienced major character development)

—

Mum: I didn’t think Ekko and Jinx liked each other like that?

Me: In this timeline they do I fear. And in this timeline she still goes by Powder.

Mum: Right…it’s so weird seeing everyone alive and happy. It feels uncanny.

Me: Yeah.

(No hate on TimeBomb or anything I just don’t personally ship them lmao)

Episode 8-

*THAT scene starts*

Mum: Oh so they’re actually doing it aren’t they?

Me, trying to keep a straight face: Yeah, looks like.

Mum:…

Mum: Why are they doing it in a jail cell? 🤨

Me: I DON’T KNOW MA!

(Iykyk)

Episode 9-

Mum: I do not understand what’s going on but it’s really pretty.

—

*Watches Jayce and Viktor in their final moments together.*

Mum: Are they gay too?

Me, shrugs: Yeah probably.

Mum, shakes her head: I guess I should have seen that coming.

(WHAT THE HELL IS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN!? 😭)

—

Mum, actually on the verge of tears: Wait…so you mean to tell me, that I spent the entire time watching season one hating on Jinx. Started liking her in season 2. Only to have her killed in the end?

Me, actually crying: Yep 🥺

And that concludes my mothers commentary of the series. And her final verdict on the show overall:

“Amazing show, probably the best I’ve seen so far. Didn’t think I’d enjoy this much, I saw the flashy animation and characters and thought that’s all it would be. But it actually had a story to tell. I will say the ending kind of confused me a bit, somethings I just didn’t understand. But overall it’s really good. Oh and Jinx, I now see why she’s your favourite character.”

So sad to see this series is over, there’s still so much I have to process about the ending. I’m gonna have so much fun analysing and scrubbing through every frame for every little bit of detail.

[distance-does-not-matter]

sincerity is perhaps the most important thing in the world

[harrowson--ford]

Life has been hectic lately, so fics have kind of fallen to the wayside for the moment. Buuuut, hoping to be back soon! For being so patient with me, here's a little sneaky of the first chapter of Isn't it Lovely.

[immortalsins]

if a muay thai instructor doesnt let u wear handwraps as a 'ground rule' since they're aiming for 'wrist conditioning' and when i ask if its a problem that i still do he says 'haha. Yes' is that a major concern yes or yes

[dairyfreenugget]

(Going insane boinkinh one AU in my head)

Hey hey hey

May I interest you in

(Slowly slides my FaaF AU towards you but void just Disappears without a trace one day before the accolade)

Teehee

[thegayestofartists]

OTL struggle is real, chat

[distracted-obsessions]

I am either going to have to figure out how to filter out this person's posts about rebloging or unfollow them...

[katzenklavierr]

It's literally only been eight hours since The Incident (spilling water on my PC and frying my motherboard) and I'm losing my mind sfdgsdfgsdfg

Needless to say I am hopelessly dependent on the machine (annoyed bc there's things I want to do but they're on my desktop and my 10 y/o laptop is struggling just running youtube in the background while I do other stuff)

[actual-changeling]

my therapist be like "you communicate just fine" ok then why does no one ever understand what i mean

[meatriarchived]

( white blank page. )

[bibiana112]

I have no idea how to phrase it but being on the older end out of the students in this class and seeing a lot of the ones that just left highschool struggling with very similar stuff than I did (because no one in this course is cishet and neurotypical) and then seeing them come to me for support with all that stuff just because I'm outspoken about my experiences and somehow signaled that I'm safe enough of a person to come to all in the third week of class is so much I don't know how I got here but I'm so glad I did