#catrina writing

[belovedgamers]

thanks to the timed exchange, this has been a good week if you're a catrina writing enjoyer :]

three works posted for the event! [drum roll]

If it matters - if you notice:

There is a voice in Pix’s dreams.

Written for my friend sesquidpedalian, this is a return to my good ol' friend, horror writing. Pix, ignoring a voice only he can hear, tends to a variety of Jimmy's wounds and tries not to look at him too closely.

and, for a beat, we think he's running:

Sausage's favor to Pixlriffs, last stop of his apology tour, is far heavier than he anticipated.

A role swap fic of sorts written for the lovely @ellytraoflight, featuring Sausage and Pix + bonus Jimmy. Walk with Sausage, stranded in Pixandria with a burden he doesn't want, as he figures a way to unload it.

Both these works, by the way, have custom skins and fun special effects :] I hope you enjoy them! <3

(Wild card but, if you like Epic the Musical, you might enjoy my fic or the purpose (written for MimiHylea) which details a conversation between Eurylochus and Polites the night the Horse goes into Troy.)

[rotton-teeth]

Toralei Fearbbok after school activies that arent just ~Music~

[psychologeek]

This is to explain about my fic. I recommend reading it first:

Because I put several Easter eggs, references, and other things you may didn't notice on the first reading.

I try to be careful here, with how/what I write - especially as I'm speaking about religious and culture I'm not a part of. Also, please consider that I don't speak Spanish and that English is a second language for me.

However, I tried to learn and educate myself. I tried looking for mexican writers, and looking more for what PEOPLE said, instead of researchers.

If I wronged anything, please let me know! I'm open to fixing and learning.

Short bits:

1. "His mom's culture" - I HC Katherine Todd as For this fic (and several others) I went with Mexican, because it worked better with my ideas.

2. "Santa Muerte" - Nuestra Señora de la Santa Muerte (Our Lady of Holy Death). Some celebrate her day on August 15th.

3. "Catrina" - refer to "La Calavera Catrina" ("The Dapper [female] Skull"). Hispanic version of Katherine.

4. "there are more things on heaven and earth"

5. Abchanchu.

6. la Llorona

7. wak-wak

8. Camazotz + "getting his head turned to a basketball"

9. "Say hi to the big guy for me"

10. He met his mother

11. "He wakes up... 6 months and 5 days later"

More detailed:

2. "As Señora de la Noche ("Lady of the Night"), she is often invoked by those exposed to the dangers of working at night, such as taxi drivers, bar owners, police, soldiers, and prostitutes. As such, devotees believe she can protect against assaults, accidents, gun violence, and all types of violent death."...

"Santa Muerte also has a saint's day, which varies from shrine to shrine. The most prominent is November 1... Others celebrate her day on August 15."

Another reason I focused on Santa Muerta was her being very important to the "lower classes". It works well with the way I see this universe and Urban fantasy. It actually got so long, I had to make it into a whole post.

3. "Catrina" is a version of 'Katherine' - that also means pure, unsullied. I HC her as an immigrant, and therefore wasn't probably originally called "Katherine" - but started using it in USA, as she try to 'blend in', or just as a preferred "mistaken name".

4. Shakespeare quote!

4.5. "crime ally attracts all sorts of beings" - I have a separate post about the worldbuilding.

5. Abchanchu - "a legendary Bolivian vampire who shapeshifts into the form of a helpless, elderly traveler. When a passerby offers to help him, Abchanchu victimizes him and drinks his blood" (wiki)

6. la Llorona - ("The Weeping Woman" or "The Wailer") is a Mexican mythical vengeful ghost who is said to roam near bodies of water mourning her children whom she drowned because they had no food.

7. wak-wak - "a vampiric, bird-like creature in Philippine mythology. It is said to snatch humans at night as prey".

Honestly? The moment I read about it, I was like - "yea, it's perfect for the worldbuilding". Why wouldn't people believe Batman is a wakwak? We have here the vampire features (bat), but also birdy, "snatch humans at night", cryptid.

(Another bonus? Remind me of the word "Witwat". If you read my fic "Witwat and the Jin" you understand why I associate it with Batman)

8. Camazotz - In the Late Post-Classic Maya mythology of the Popol Vuh, Camazotz is a bat spirit at the service of the lords of the underworld. Camazotz means "death bat" in the Kʼicheʼ language. In Mesoamerica generally, the bat is often associated with night, death, and sacrifice.

Do I have to explain?

*8. "getting his head turned to a basketball" - there's a story where the Maya hero-twins Hunahpu and Xbalanque go to the underworld. They have to stay for the night in 'the house of bats' and hide themselves inside their weapons. Hunahpu stuck his head out to see if it's day, and one of the bats snatch his head and hang it as a ball for the gods to play with.

(I hope I'm not too wrong here).

So, 1- kids like disgusting things. 2 - think about Kid!Jason, who grew up with this story in his head, being taken away by The Bat to HIS HOUSE. (He was probably terrified af).

9. "Say hi to the big guy for me" - a quote from the Joker. I built a tiny parallel here - it's the last thing he here before he dies (Joker) and before he re-lives (His mom).

10. I sort of use it as an anthropomorphism - I don't go into religion here. I see it as - faith and beliefs and community can turn into something. I see it as one face of Death, but also different. idk. I hope it's understandable.

11. Jason died on April 26/7th. He comes back to life on October 31/November 1st - AKA Día de los Muertos. But, as I understand, Mexican tradition has 2 days - November 1st honors the souls of children (día de los angelitos), and November 2nd remembers the souls of adults.

So - Jason, on the edge of adulthood, comes back to life on the day of the angels, but crawls out of his grave on the day of the adults.

[better explanation:

and with photos: https://danestrom.com/dia-de-los-angelitos-remembering-children-day-dead/ ]

[ramblings-of-a-chaotic-neutral]

You know what's one thing I'm disappointed we never got in Merlin? After the troll episodes, the entire event was never brought up again!

I mean, I understand if the people of Camelot would rather forget about the whole thing, but Arthur had a troll for a stepmother for like a week and Merlin never teased him about it later on?!

I would really like to write a fic or au some day set in the Golden Age where it's discovered that dragonlords got their powers from being descended from ancient powerful dragons that shapeshifted in humans and had half-human children.

And Arthur's reaction is to turn to Merlin and go "So what you're telling me is that one of your ancestors was deranged enough to sleep with a dragon? That certainly confirms my theory that your insanity is passed down through your blood."

And of course Merlin immediately fires back, "And remind me Sire, which of our family trees includes a troll?"

Arthur sputters for a moment before shouting that that doesn't count, she enchanted his father and the whole thing was a trick, before Geoffrey pipes up and says, "Actually sire, as it was an official wedding, Queen Catrina the Troll was officially added to the Pendragon family tree. And as the marriage was never formally annulled before her death, she cannot be removed from the record."

Arthur's left horrified by this, while Merlin's laughing his ass off.

I just think a scene like that would be neat!

[justascribbla]

I thought it was my job to hack the meaning out of life, but what if there is no meaning apart from the one we invent?

Catrina Davies, Homesick.

[feminist-space]

By Frank Landymore

Excerpt:

"Now, he was tasked with polishing up the AI's lackluster prose, and, to quote the BBC, "make it sound more human." If only there was a way of doing that with, uh, human writers.

Soon, Miller was the only human employee left on the team. It was down to him, and him alone, to fix up all the AI-generated articles.

"All of a sudden I was just doing everyone's job," Miller told the BBC. "Mostly, it was just about cleaning things up and making the writing sound less awkward, cutting out weirdly formal or over-enthusiastic language."

"It was more editing than I had to do with human writers, but it was always the exact same kinds of edits," he added. "The real problem was it was just so repetitive and boring. It started to feel like I was the robot."

And so Miller found himself in the unenviable position of legitimizing the intrusion of AI into his very own job by making the extremely fallible models appear more capable than they actually are. This hasn't been a fate exclusive to writers; in the service industry, for example, an army of underpaid, outsourced workers secretly worked behind the scenes to power the "AI" drive-thrus at the fast food chain Checkers."

Miller was cornered into that position, but across the industry, being an AI fixer-upper has quickly become a dominant new form of grunt work.

"We're adding the human touch, but that often requires a deep, developmental edit on a piece of writing," Catrina Cowart, a US-based copywriter who's edited AI text, told the BBC. "It's tedious, horrible work, and they pay you next to nothing for it.""

[inklings-challenge]

Inklings Challenge 2024: Team Lewis

It is time to officially announce the members of Team Lewis for the 2024 Inklings Challenge

Members of Team Lewis are challenged to write a science fiction or fantasy story within the Christian worldview that fits into one of these two genres:

Portal Fantasy: Stories where someone from the real world explores a new world

Space Travel: Stories about traveling through space or exploring other planets

These genres are open to interpretation, and creativity is encouraged. You can use either or both of the prompts within your story, or if you’re feeling ambitious, you can write multiple stories.

Members of Team Lewis are also asked to use at least one of the following seven Christian themes to inspire some part of their story.

Admonish the sinner

Instruct the ignorant

Counsel the doubtful

Comfort the sorrowful

Bear wrongs patiently

Forgive all injuries

Pray for the living and the dead

Writers are challenged to complete and post their story to a tumblr blog by October 21, 2024, though they are encouraged to post earlier if they finish their story before that date. There is no maximum or minimum word limit. Writers who have not completed their stories before the deadline are encouraged to post whatever they have written by October 21st and post the remainder at a later date. Writers are also welcome to post the entire story after the deadline.

Posting the Stories

All stories will be reblogged and archived on the main Inklings Challenge blog. To assist with organization, writers should tag their posts as follows:

Mention the main Challenge blog @inklings-challenge somewhere within the body of the post (which will hopefully alert the Challenge blog).

Tag the story #inklingschallenge, to ensure it shows up in the Challenge tag, and make it more likely that the Challenge blog will find it.

Tag the team that the author is writing for: #team lewis, #team tolkien, or #team chesterton. 

Tag the genre the story falls under: #genre: portal fantasy, #genre: space travel, #genre: secondary world, #genre: time travel, #genre: intrusive fantasy, #genre: earth travel

Tag any themes that were used within the story: #theme: admonish, #theme: instruct, #theme: counsel, #theme: comfort, #theme: patience, #theme: forgive, #theme: pray

Tag the completion status of the story: #story: complete or #story: unfinished

Team Members

The writers assigned to Team Lewis are:

@ashknife

@asjdklfeuwqoi

@atlantic-riona

@awesomebutunpractical

@bean-with-a-blog

@beneathascorpionsky

@butahumbleguest

@caffeinecath

@caitriona-3

catrina

@challenger2013

@confetti-cat

@cygnascrimbles

@dimsilver

@ettawritesnstudies

@for-the-writing-artist

@freenarnian

@friedwritinggamingghost

@gailyinthedark

@ghostrider-02

@glassheadcanon

@greater-than-the-sword

@heepthecheep

@lady-larklight

@ladyphlogiston

@lauravanarendonkbaugh

@leseigneurdufeu

@littlegirl-arise

@magpie-trove

@muse-write

@n1ghtcrwler

@nervousbookmouse

@on-noon

@onewingedsparrow

@popcornfairy28

@rachellesedai

@saxifrage-wreath

@scarvenartist

@septembersung

@siena-sevenwits

@aussie-the-hedgehog

@tzarina-alexandra

@unquietfaith

@windwardrose

Writing resources, including the Challenge overview, FAQ, writing prompts, and discussions of the genres are available at the Inklings Challenge Directory. Any writers with further questions can contact the Inklings Challenge blog for guidance.

Welcome to the Inklings Challenge, everyone! Now go forth and create!

[galacticstationsblog]

Festival of the Souls / Dead

Via is on her way to her hometown to celebrate a special holiday with her family called the Festival of the Dead, it’s a holiday where the gates of the afterlife are opened for the souls of loved ones to visit their family and friends while the living make altars in their honor, It is a tradition in her family that one member has to play the role of Catrina to lead the dead to the festival, lucky for Via she has been chosen to play the role of Catrina, the nurse freaks out when she is suddenly given this responsibility, so to calm her nerves she decides to invite some friends to give her not only some emotional support but also to share her culture with them.

How to participate

Create a fan card of a canon character or your oc in Festival of the dead wear, use the background that posted on my Tumblr can be any card from Sr to SSR even R

Write some voicelines, such as gacha or homescreen ones.

Make a GROOVY Of your oc or canon character enjoying the festival or meeting the souls of a loved one (may be posted separately or together ).

OPTIONAL: Include a few fun doodles or outfit-related stuff even fanfic.

Post it with the hashtag #FestivaloftheDead, tag (@) me so I can see it, and I’ll share it through my story

Duration: September 20 to November 2

Character joined

Yuki & Grim

Yumi Yozakura

Via Lactea Aubellac

RULES

No NSFW.

No AI.

Your drawing must be your own original work.

Everyone is free to participate! From Ocs to Yuusonas to even canon character,Faculty staff anyone can participate!

(First time making A Fan event Sorry if it looks bad :,V)

[aclickbaittitle]

What do Fiction Podcasts have to say about the future?

Whenever you write a story set years from now, how you construct the world around it creates a new way to see the future, a fictional image to a reality we could be headed towards.

Fiction podcasts love to play within the sci-fi genre, and the thousands of audio dramas they have given us new pictures of what our world could look like in the next century (or a few years closer).

In this article I want to analyze the settings in the following shows: Hello from the Hallowoods, Desperado and The Strange Case of Starship Iris.

Hello From the Hallowoods

Hello From the Hallowoods welcomes us to a world ravaged by black rains and capitalism’s greed. After a natural (but man-made) disaster involving acid rain and flooding the world’s successions gave birth to two different types of beings: those who prefer to dream in a company’s “Prime Dream” and those who stay awake to continue living.

Even though the world is post-apocalyptic on paper, it never feels like it. Rather it is enchanted, there are woods where gods, revenants, devils, giants and zombies fall in love with themselves and with each other, places where community is found.

This, I attribute this to the fact that most characters don’t lament a nebulous “end of the world”, since this is the world they have always been living in and they are going to make the best of it: find family, friends, lovers, build homes and destroy bigots.

You leave the world of Hello From the Hallowoods knowing that even a doomed world is worthy of being awake for.

Desperado Podcast

Desperado Podcast also takes us to a world that was looted, but this time mainly by religious colonialism. 

Neo-colionalism has made itself tangible through genocides and direct targeting to believers that worship other than the “Old man in the Sky”.  In its first episode a community in México which revere La Catrina (a goddess in the show inspired by a popular figure in mexican art) is wiped out by the crusaders. 

From there our protagonist Elio is the sole survivor of his people, however all is not lost as he teams up with Talia (the chosen of Baron Samedi) and Shinji (whom I believe is a death kami?).

Elio now literally carries the memories of his community as the vessel for her goddess. Likewise in Desperado, the magic of the characters is the legacy their ancestors gave them, and it is what keeps them alive in the violent world. 

Though if we are ever to worry that our protagonist could fall into its clutches, the structure of the world soothes our preoccupations. You see, it is the characters within the story that are narrating their own experiences to the audience so we know that after all the pain, they ended up safe.

What Desperado tells us about the future is that, even with the ongoing genocides, white-washing of our culture, and neo-colonialism in general we will end up victorious in the end, and that our history will be forever within our memory.

The Strange Case of Starship Iris

The Strange Case of Starship Iris, is the most sci-fi audio drama out of the bunch. It follows the crew of the Rumour, a smuggler's ship, as they try to uncover the dark secrets of the Federation and evade persecution.

As with the other two properties, the future is not an easy world, but our characters are making the most of it.

In a post-war galaxy, the crew of the Rumour is smuggling space-ship parts, medicine, and erotic magazines until they find a help alarm coming from the Starship Iris and rescue biologist Violet Liu. From there they are involved in a mystery which, if the truth comes to life, they could be charged with treason against the Intergalactic Republic. 

Throughout the two seasons of the podcast, Violet Liu and company heal together the scars that the war and its result: the Intergalactic Republic left them. They fight against the government not only through robberies, infiltration, and coordinated efforts with rebel groups but also by eating latkes, drinking, singing shanties, and getting gay jewish married.

To conclude

if queer podcasts are telling us something about the future, it is that it may be equally messed up as the present but that queer, disabled people of color will exist beyond the end of the world and that even in the bleakest of futures we will continue to love and thrive.

[duckitity]

Día de los muertos!

(Quackity x Reader)

You're dating Quackity and he takes you to your first Dia de los Muertos!

You and Quackity have been dating for a while now.

You were also a streamer, so most of your friends knew already, even though the relationship wasn't completely public.

One day while you were both streaming together, you jokingly told him about how you were waiting for him to invite you to Mexico.

The told you he would love to take you for El Dia de los Muertos, and that he would even buy you the plane ticket for you to go.

Both of your chats took it as a joke, obviously.

I mean, it was kind of a joke at the beggining, but not really.

Since he actually did it.

You didn't really mind, you were genuinely excited for it.

When you finally arrive to Mexico, he picked you up at the airport.

He greeted you with a hug and a kiss, and you could tell how excited he was.

He explained you everything he knew about the holiday.

He told you about the meaning, some traditions, some foods.

Almost as if he had waited years to talk about those things with somebody.

He also wanted to make sure you wouldn't feel lost, or left out. Since his whole family was going to be there, and he knew it could be a little overwhelming.

You thought it was really sweet of him.

His whole family was really nice to you.

You cooked typical mexican food with him and his mother

You helped him decorate the altars.

You have never seen so many colors in your life.

And then the day finally arrived.

His sister did your Catrina makeup,and help you dressed up.

It was beautiful.

When Quackity saw you, he couldn't stop smiling.

He thought you looked absolutely gorgeous.

And you couldn't stop smiling at how happy he looked.

"Thanks for letting me share this with you."

You had the best first Dia de los Muertos with him and his family.

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Hi! Just wanna clarify something, im not mexican, so if there is anything wrong with anything i wrote about el Dia de los Muertos, i would apreciate it if you let me know <3

Also, english is not my first language, so, the same thing goes for anything about grammar or something similar. :)

And thanks for reading, hope you liked it. <3

Feel free to request for any ideas you would like me to write about, or ask me any question.

[belovedgamers]

ANON PERIOD IS OVER! Hello, everyone! Wrote a little smth smth for @needlebeetles as part of the @mcytrecursive exchange! Have a little spy au Lizzie-centric fic inspired by @codes-and-stuffs‘ foxtrot in 3/4 work!

This was a lot of fun! Likes, reblogs and comments appreciated as always!

Fandom: Empires SMP Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

TOP SECRET EYES ONLY

Access to this file is restricted to those approved by the Agency.

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A look into the operations of one Agent [REDACTED] Rivers.

(OR: Lizzie, and a life of espionage.)

[whencartoonsruletheworld]

explanations under the cut

Elizabeth Afton is actually the Youngest Sibling - as @birdsareblooming pointed out, when we see her room in fnaf4, she has a torn-apart mangle toy. mangle was stated to be made to entertain toddlers. would also explain why she's not in the gameplay, she's at daycare/with her mom

The Vengeful Spirit is Michael Afton - another one where cori convinced me and I might have an entire essay that I will publish after I finally sit down and edit through the Security Logbook section but until then here's a bullet point post

Mimic = Burntrap - i dont think i have to explain this we're all talking about it i just know people are gonna be mad at me for it

The Girl in Drowning is representative of Charlie, not Cassidy - She's literally got gray skin, black hair, gray clothes, and neon green lighting, much like a certain gray-skinned black-haired pixel girl with a green bracelet who died in the rain (water motif). Her dragging Kara down because she doesn't want to be alone could be seen as a metaphor for Charlie trying to give life but instead kinda sticking them all in robots

FNAF AR had some BANGIN re-skins - come on. look at them. Clockwork Ballora? Bangin. Broiler Baby? Bangin. Catrina Toy Chica? BANGIN. Springtrap as an actual fucking clown???? BANGIN.

Vanessa is an Afton in the Gameverse, too – Cori's workin on a whole explanation diagram for this but the most BASIC evidence is "her last name starts with 'a' and she's a nepo baby." I dont think she's William's DIRECT daughter cause man died in the 90s and she was 23 in the 2030s so. grandkid or smth

If Edwin/David is a metaphor for anything it's William/CC and not Henry/Charlie – listen i understand the whole "single dad building the robots and then breaking one in a rage" thing from TSE but also the mimic likes to mimic its creator and child before all else and who is it mimicking? afton and the little boy in sb who happens to look a shitton like cc. also game!charlie is never indicated as having a special plushie that followed her everywhere but cc very certainly did and hey if mimic can grow and shrink to fit in anything whos to say it didnt shrink into the fredbear to repeat stock phrases to cc such as "tomorrow is another day." also in the character encyclopedia art of cc he is holding his fredbear plush the same way burntrap positions his arm to imitate holding something. an

They're not gonna pull the Charliebot twist again. Nobody's a secret robot – first off from a writing perspective that's not the kinda twist you do twice. second off with the... less than stellar reception to the twist in the first place i dont think theyre gonna pull it again

"Cassidy" isn't the Golden Freddy Kid's name, it's Crying Child's – the logbook has Crying Child communicate through manipulating the text, while the spirit he's talking to speaks in faint writing; the second spirit never has a confirmed identity, but CC is most definite considering the stuff referenced around him. The "ITS ME CASSIDY" is revealed through.... manipulated text. The clues are in........ manipulated text. "It's Me" is CC calling out to Michael. The other spirit says "My name is..." a couple times BUT they also ask CC if he remembers his name just a few pages before. Granted this might just be us not understanding something but also if Cassidy is CC's name then who the fuck is Golden Freddy Kid. is Michael Brooks still canon

The nightmare gas didn't "ruin the lore" it's just kinda funny – look guys literally all of this lore is fucked, the fact they just threw in "also William Afton was doing nightmare gas experiments on kidnapped kids and then abandoned it for shits and giggles" in the eighth book of their second anthology series and then moving on like nothing happened while the fanbase collapses in on itself is like THE funniest thing they could've done

[fair-night-starry-tears]

I drew the expression concept of Idia and I nailed it

Also I see Catrina fumbling down and telling Idia to keep that haircut

@adrianasunderworld @mangacupcake @writing-heiress @the-weirdos-mind @skboba-stars @nproduction626 @rose-tea-and-strawberries @anxious-twisted-vampire @yukii0nna @achy-boo @abyssthing198

[mysticficti0n]

All my attention Part 6

warnings- swearing, drinking, flirting, dirty talk to the max, Degrading but not in a mean way?

words- 3.3k

If you'd like to read the previous parts → All my attention series

a/n- so if you're new here I am British and cannot speak any German, I speak a little French, Spanish and Italian but German- no. I also do not trust Google translate so this is gonna be like an avatar thing (if you've seen the newest one Jake says that their language just became normal or something along those lines) so in reality this is all in German, you as a reader know German but, its wrote in English... make sense? no... well

(also would you guys want me to do smut for this? I don't have to if you don't want it but... I could write some good pieces for the next few chapters?????)

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backstory- you are the 5th member of Tokio Hotel and you always thought the love was equally platonic between you and a certain guitarist... but what if that all changed?

Everyone arrived by 8:50 and were all seated around a extremely large table, each family sat drinking and laughing over different things, on our side of the table (meaning me, Tom, Gustav, Gustav's grandpa, Georg and Bill) we all chatted about random ideas we had for the next shows

"good evening, could we get you all started on food?" a man around my mothers age smiled pulling a note pad out and a pen

"yes can we have-" Stefan schafer, Gustav's dad began pointing to things on the menu and pointing to the people who wanted it "-perfect thank you" the man nodded collecting all the menus in and the chatter began again, me and Tom sat across from our grandmas who were on about something they'd watched on tv

"I'm bored" Tom whispered in my ear causing me to roll my eyes

"we've been here 20 minuets" he sighed falling back into his chair and his grandma seemed to notice turning to him

"Tom- whats wrong darling?" the boy sat properly again and took a swig of his drink

"nothing just hungry" he spoke watching the old women tilt her head "...I'm bored" Catrina nodded looking to me

"you have Y/n/n for company, she's a lot of fun aren't you?" I nodded my head looking to the boy who just laughed "oh actually me and Josie were just saying- we watched your interview! with that hunky man Karter, you two looked delightful, well all of you did" she grinned rubbing my hand over the table

"yeah.." Tom trailed getting comfy again, reaching arm the back of my seat and playing with the ends of my hair "we wont be going back to him in a rush"

"why not?" my gran asked "he's a handsome man"

"nothing to worry about Nanna" I spoke smiling to her, she can become a very angry women if she found out someone did anything bad to us, she'd personally hunt them down if she could.

Time passed slowly but the smell of food only made us hungrier, Toms hand had moved from my hair to my shoulder drawing a circle over and over

"and here we are-" the same waiter came over with two others holding trays of food, there was 21 of us.. we all sat straight and the small laughter of my sister caused us all to laugh, I had the pesto tortellini with Parmesan, and many also copied me

"thank you" we all said starting our meal, I dug my fork in and bought the steamy pasta to my mouth "oh wow thats amazing" I hummed putting more onto the fork, Tom looked over then to the bowl and back to me "you chose to have the chicken Schnitzel, I said about this"

"oh please!" he moaned "one bite- you can have some chips" he quickly stabbed his fork into the fries and brought them to me "come on"

"fine" I gave into his ways and took the chips and past him my fork with the pasta on the end, he hummed a quick thank you and smiled tasting the food "good right?" Tom nodded swallowing the pasta, I turned back to eating and listening to the different conversations around the table

"you know I was thinking about something" Bill began looking down to us on the table "a tv show, like filming while in rehearsals and we could go round during tours and trying things... Felix said about it" The idea of being filmed 24/7 didn't sound fantastic, I enjoy my privacy but.. if that means we get to do fun stuff..

"who'd wanna watch us though, outside of music were just boring" Gustav added "you could do a documentary about every girl Toms fucked" Gustav's mom slammed his hand making us all laugh

"at least they'd say they came unlike the girls you've done" Tom hit back making the drummer huff "but I like the idea-" Georg nodded as well but I still sat undecided

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(okay I cba to write about the restaurant but lets say, lovely meal hugs kisses etc)

"Oh why don't we go to that bar" Simone pointed out, the bars name was naughty lad and music was booming through the walls, the boys seemed intrigued looking through the steamed windows

"I think we'll head back with the grandparents, Stella is nearly asleep so could you bring Y/n back?" my mom asked passing my sister to my dad

"sure, we'll keep her safe don't worry" David, Georg's dad spoke wrapping an arm around me "you get home and relax" with a quick hug my parents got into the car and drove away leaving me with the boys and their parents which wasn't unusual, having a younger sister makes life harder to always enjoy. Together we all walked into the bar and 'hot in here' by Nelly was blasting through the speakers

"drinks?" Bill asked pulling his wallet out "Guessing a vodka coke for you?" I laughed seeing Bill roll his eyes "you need to try more- I'm getting you something else"

"Get me whatever she has!" Tom shouted to his brother who nodded walking to the rest of the group who found themselves sat at a booth "wanna smoke quickly?" I agreed feeling his hand wrap around my wrist and pull me back out the door, he went into his pocket pulling his cigarets out and handing me one with his lighter

"thank you" I chirped lighting the end and then his "I can't get over you tonight" I spoke catching myself at the end

"its alright babe, you can take it off me later" his voice turned suggestive and a smirk plastered his face "aww turning red aren't you?" his free hand cupped my jaw and I felt my knees go weak at his touch- what was he doing

"shut up-" I groaned pushing him away jokingly "I was trying to be nice and say you look good" Toms face softened and nodded along to my words

"I know, but I just love making you all red for me" he cooed putting a hand on my waist "it makes you even more beautiful" Tom leaned in, my heart started pounding in my chest, is this what he meant by being 'worse' I knew I wanted to kiss him again as he closed the distance between us, our lips just inches apart, he hesitated. With a sly grin, he pulled back, leaving the me confused "don't want to be caught do we?" I narrowed my eyes seeing him chuckle "aw did you want me to kiss you Y/n?"

"its okay, I'll find someone in there who will" his face dropped and his grip on my only tightened "maybe I'll bring them home with us?"

"mhm... I don't think so-" The boy was cut by the long haired bassist peaking his head around the door "what?"

"drinks are here" he pulled the door open wider and the two let me in first, I pushed past people dancing along to the music and trying not to get any type of liquid on my dress, finally the booth came into view and Bill sat smiling reaching for my hand I took it and he pulled me next to him

"okay drink this first then I'll tell you what it is" he shouted over the music, I turned to the drink and saw it was a radioactive green with a yellow hue, I picked up the champagne coup and brought it to my lips taking a sip

"Ugh What the fuck is that!" I called nearly heaving at the taste of something like black liquorish

"Death In The Afternoon! I thought you'd like it!" a smile creeped onto his face as he took the glass and finished it "let me get you another one!" The boy pleaded

"come on Y/n don't be boring!" Gustav laughed swigging his arm around me

"fine but I don't want that shit ever again" soon I watched the tallest twin wonder to the bar and point to something on the menu clapping his hands as the bar man turned away "oh- whats that?" I asked seeing the black haired boy smirking holding a small glass fully yellow but with some red falling into the glass, speaking of the glass it had a slice of lemon and mint dotted on top

"this is a Mai Tai" Bill said handing me the drink and watched me as I sipped at the liquid, I hummed at the taste of Malibu and orange running down my throat

"wow this is good" I drank more seeing the singer do a small dance knowing he'd defeated my 'vodka coke' love

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I sat in the booth wedged between Simone and Bill who were laughing about something stupid and I was on my 5th mai tai giggling when something funny was mentioned, I wasn't drunk but I was tipsy, I saw Simone leave the conversation and look to the dance floor "OH MY GOD!" She got up running to the floor pulling me along with her

"SIMO-" I began but then I herd it 'don't stop the music' by Rihanna start to play, ever since the song came out earlier in the year me and her loved it, we danced around with large smiles painted across our faces "I wanna take you away Let's escape into the music DJ, let it play I just can't refuse it" Simone grabbed my hand spinning me around while still belting out the lyrics "Please don't stop the music!" we finished laughing loudly and sweat running down our foreheads I looked to the booth to see them all clapping at our stupidness we took a bow and Simone went to sit down next to her boyfriend who she wrapped her arms around and kissed making her sons cringe and I decided id go sit next to Tom- we'd barley spoke since we had that smoke out side, he was sat holding a glass of clear liquid and rolling his eyes over at his brother

"hey!" I called sliding myself next to him in the booth

"hi- you okay?" I nodded my head grabbing my drink of the table and In a quick swig finishing It off "you might wanna slow down on them" the boy laughed pulling my empty glass from me but I couldn't understand a word as the music got louder around me

"what? I didn't hear you!" he rolled his eyes but quickly moved closer, the arm around my shoulder moved to hold my bare thigh as he leaned into my ear

"I said, you might wanna slow down on the mai tai" his fingers tapped on my skin causing a odd sensation I'd never felt before shiver up my body, they danced on my leg edging to go just slightly under my skirt but he stopped everytime

"oh-oh yeah... well wanna go to the bar and help me chose something different?" Tom nodded and the two of us stood back up, he grabbed my hand, closing his fingers tightly around mine and pulled me through the crowd, yanking me when I stopped, as we got to the bar he pulled me a bar stool out making me sit in front of him while he stood close behind, his stomach on my back and his one hand on my waist

"you like the fruitier cocktails right?" I nodded my head looking at the menu and something caught my eye- The Blue Hawaii, rum, vodka Blue curacao, pineapple juice and Lemon juice

"I think I want the blue Hawaii!" I looked back to the dreaded boy who nodded his head pulling his wallet out "no Tom, let me pay!" I hurried into my purse to grab the €10 I needed

"Y/n fuck off, I'm buying me and drink and you one- put the money away" he huffed grabbing my money and shoving it back into the bag "let me treat you babe" my heart ached at the words and so I let him do what he wanted and I just leaned back on him and waited to be served. The bartender finally turned to us and grabbed a bottle of something "erm can we have a blue Hawaii and a vodka cranberry, thanks" Tom handed the money over me, his chest pressing on me and his other hand back on my thighs for support

"be 5 mins" the man behind the counter said before walking off to the other side of the bar

"I need a piss, stay here don't move alright?" Tom commanded, quickly patting my head like I was some kind of dog and running to the bathroom, I sat kicking my legs watching others conversations and giggling to who ever they're with

"hey.. anyone sitting here?" I turned to a voice I'd never herd before and saw a man stood there holding a empty glass

"no! you can sit don't worry" a small laugh left him and he perched onto the chair and I finally got to see his face, He's very good looking, I couldn't help but admire his features. something about him that made him stand out from the rest, his black hair and brown eyes. His hair is perfectly styled in little waves along his head, and it shines in the light. I found myself staring to his smile. It's warm and inviting, i can't help but smile back. It's infectious.

"thanks, I'm Brandon- thought I'd introduce myself so I'm not creepy" I laugh at him as I turn to speak to him better

"oh I'm Y/n, my seat will be free soon once me and my mate have our drinks" I spoke still just admiring him, it might've been the alcohol but he was gorgeous

"shame, I'm enjoying this- little old me speaking to a beautiful girl.. I say old- I'm not I'm 19, you?"" I blushed to his words

"oh 17 but I get mixed up with being either 23 or 13 most days" he chuckled at my comment

"where you from anyways?"

"Leipzig, you?" he nodded his head

"Dresden" we kept speaking till mine and Tom's drinks arrived and I quickly grabbed them "so who are you here with?"

"just my friends and some family- celebrating coming home- actually my friend should be here soon" I looked back and I saw Tom staring at me with a scowl across his face "oh erm, he's over there so I might see you later?" I smiled grabbing the drinks off the table

"yeah sure, maybe I can get your number and we could go out for drinks?" he sounded so sweet and eyes bright with hope, but I knew I had to be careful giving my number out for security reasons and also I think Tom would kill me

"maybe yeah!" I laughed it off as I walked over to he boy who looked through me to Brandon, crossing his arms "how long were you stood watching me?" I asked passing him his drink

"long enough" his seriousness scared me, what was his issue "he really liked you didn't he? eyes wondered you like a fucking map" he spat gulping his drink basically in one

"Tom I think you're being a bit dramatic, he didn't even flirt with me" it was a partial lie as he did ask for my number...

"still-" I saw the guitarist sulk a little sipping the last of his drink and staring into the distance and that when I realised it

"are... are you jealous?" his eyes shot up to me but he didn't fight my words, and I wanted to keep pushing him "come on, you can tell me" I fluttered my eyelashes at the boy who just looked away, without thinking my hand reached for his jaw and brought his gaze back to me, I was shocked with myself but I couldn't lose my control now "look at me when I'm talking to you" I spoke closer to him in a low whisper, his eyes seemed deeper and narrower, I was doing it "you don't like it when I speak to other guys hm? don't like them looking at me, thinking of me...touching me" I let the last words roll of my tongue and I could see behind his stare he was getting angrier "talk to me pretty boy"

My hand was swatted from his face as Tom pulled me by my wrist back into the cubicles, each small individual rooms with a crappy dim light glaring into the room, hurriedly we went to the first unlocked block and slammed the door closed and he locked it with a click, my back pressed against the cold tile wall and Tom stood over me I close my eyes as his lips press against mine. His hands moved around my waist, pulling me closer to him. I could feel the heat radiating off of his body as he wrapped his arms around me. His lips soft and perfect, his breath warm on my skin. I can feel my heart racing as we move together, our bodies intertwined. His hands move higher, caressing my back as we kiss. I can feel my skin tingling with anticipation as I move my hands up his chest, exploring his body. I can feel the electricity between us, the passion rising.

"You- you are a little cunt sometimes" I feel him smile into my cheek pressing kisses into my skin "but.. fuck we both know you'd never want them...as much as you want me" I hold my breath at the feeling of him humming into my ear, my arms tangle around his neck pulling him back to my lips "god you are so desperate for me" I pull back slightly opening my eyes and seeing a smirk plastering his face

"who's the one that dragged me into here?" he tilted his head in agreement but I could wait any longer, our lips smashed back together and our bodies collided once again, hungrily I moved down to his jaw peppering the line with kisses and edged down to his neck, my lips danced around until I reached just below his ear and his grip on me tightened and a noise threatened to escape his throat, I dove back into the spot sucking and pecking at it, hearing him struggle and try pry me off

"fuck Y/n- please" he begged "shit... I-I" his stuttering made my heart swell and I pulled away to see small beads of sweat forming, I looked to his eyes and they were full of glazed tears of lust

"aw- I'm sorry, didn't you like it?" I played with a strand of his hair as he shook his head no

"I fucking loved it" his lips landed back on me as he groaned into the kiss, I smiled feeling his hands go under my thighs and lift me onto his hips, my dress pushing up revealing the red panties I put on earlier "shit you are so hot" the boy whined kissing my chest, nibbling lightly at the skin

"ah- Tom" His eyes caught mine again and smile only spread further, my hands grabbed his shoulders pushing myself up and he only toyed with me more, licking my skin that was sore from being between his teeth and small noises seeped from my mouth only pushing him further "shit... Fuck Tommy- I..." his nickname came out so naturally but in the sluttiest moan I'd ever done

" God Y/n, I don't what the first place we fuck to be in a bathroom baby, so keep that pretty little mouth quiet because you're making it so hard to keep that from happening" my heart nearly exploded out my chest, I went like putty, foreheads knocking together at his words, Tom caught my lips In one last sweet kiss and put me back onto the floor "so beautiful-" Tom whispered into my ear one last time before pulling away still holding my waist

"only for you" I smiled kissing him once more again before we stood there holding each other panting and puffy lipped

[gravekeeper-anna]

Daily Writing Challenge 2024 November, Day 3 Words: Morose/Strength @daily-writing-challenge

For the rest of the world, the Day of the Dead jubilations lasted over the course of a few days, La Catrina’s rattling maracas fading into obscurity from Tirasfal’s dreary glades. Yet in the Gravekeeper’s haunted thicket, that deathly celebration was carried on for those ghostly wards that had earned a form.

Bone had been sculpted cleanly into magnificence, a fortified skeletal construct that was a bone-shaped horror to the living, but a macabre sculpture to her. And atop its armored spinal column the shape was graced with the centerpiece: an intricately carved skull to crown achievement, as she presented to all her skeletal companions.

“Here we are,” the Gravekeeper gestured for her phantom ward, funerary lace flowing with her own movements as she extended her arm for him. “You’ve done quite well to move the physical, as I taught you. Focusing your will, your thoughts, giving yourself over to the memory of force. But now, you’ll have to merge with the entire skeleton here without knocking it over, or plainly shattering it. It’s more than the burst of focus, now you’ll have to maintain it. Possessions’ just the first step, I think we can begin there…I won’t expect movement just yet, but…let’s just give it a try.”

“Remember: it’s an extension of you, not just a thing to move about.”

A wispy form. Pushing things. Pulling on itself. [Coming together.] Coming undone.

The Doctor had yet to master corporeal manipulation, but his eagerness to try propelled him steadily onward. [Never give up.]

Hollow pools where eyes would have been narrowed into slits and he studied the skeleton. He buzzed and zoomed around the skull manipulating his own shape until he appeared as a hat on top of its head. [It needs a hat.]

The Gravekeeper chuckled at the focused addition. "A gentleman through and through. Now, how about the rest?"

With his suggestion taken under advisement, the Doctor looked at the skeleton. Then himself. [Too small.] He felt he needed to be bigger to overtake the bones, so he stretched himself. [Stand up straight.]

For the briefest moment, the aspect of a man took shape. He looked the skeleton in the eye before stepping through and into the bones. [Backwards.]

He stepped out. Then he backed in. [Forward.]

The skeleton wore a triumphant grin and clacked its jaw victoriously. [Hahahaha!] He wiggled his metacarpals and tarsals. Bent hinges and twisted pivots. Then rolled balls and sockets. [Sloppy. Unrefined. Inadequate.]

The Gravekeeper’s delight at the clacking jaw of victory seemed to drain fully as the Doctor’s words seemed to criticize her work. “Why, I suppose it isn’t perfect by any means, but I did craft it bone by bone. Each whole, and cleanly bound.” The judgment had been internalized, cut to the bone of her own being. The grounds began to rumble with raging necromantic power as her words continued to fly with increasing indignation. “And the skull alone I’ve spent days on, chipping away with the chisel! If this is not adequate for you, Doctor, maybe you ought to–”

With a sudden step forward all of his own, the newly constructed arm of the skeleton moved toward the incensed Gravekeeper to hush her with a single, upright bony finger, pressed with gentle control at her lips. [No, no no. Hush now, Dove. It is perfect.]

A calm once more settled over the thicket as the Gravekeeper’s rage was quelled, soon bubbling back up to prideful excitement in the consideration of his willful movement. “Oh, you moved an entire arm! A hand! Marvelous! Already you’re getting so strong!”

The lantern eyes flowed down the entire frame of the possessed skeleton once more, in thought. “Come,” the Gravekeeper commanded, touching the raised bony fingers with her alabaster digits. The touch seemed to propel him forward to follow, half-floating, assuring that he would not have to struggle along on his new feet.

As she swept to the entrance of her mausoleum, her arm flowed down to snatch from a rosebush nearby, snapping one of its full blossoms from the leaf. White, Gilnean roses, the edge of each petal aglow with a strange, amber luminescence.

Into the bowels of her mausoleum she lead the newly formed Doctor, her black train of funerary cloth and chain scraping the stone floor, drifting past perfectly stored bones and skulls fit like miniature ossuaries. Relinquishing her skeletal ward, she focused now on lifting several fabrics and discarded clothing with the necromantic focus of her haunt, slinging them away with a sigh of disappointment until she found what she had meant. Tugging it free from a pile of bones and ignoring the rattling collapse of its organization, she turned to present a top hat. Scuffed up minutely, but whole in presentation.

“A fine hat for a gentleman?” she offered in tone, but proceeded in stepping near to place it atop his bare skull. “And a final touch?” The odd rose bloom was tucked into the band of the hat. The smallest spider seemed to dislike this new arrangement, and fled where it had made a home, skittering from its fabric, and scurrying across the entire skull for an escape. In the end, the tiny glassweb scurried into the skull’s left eye hole for sanctum.

“Ohhhhh.” The Gravekeeper chuckled. “You have a new friend, I do think.”

{ Written in collaboration with @the-plagued-d0ctor . Highly recommended follow! }

[beeblelady]

List of My Listeners in the Sakuverse (Part 1)

Mary Colette Fontaine (Andrew Marston's Lover & Darling)

Originally raised in New York and Born in Liverpool, Mary is the only daughter of two iconic fashion moguls. She doesn't want to be in the spotlight and wants to live her life as a normal person. Originally Mary's plan for college is to attend New York University along with her friends but she got rejected, Mary did not lose hope since she has a second plan on studying abroad in London, England, her friends were hesitant at first but decided to support their friend. Before leaving, her friends give Mary a collection of butterfly pins to remember them, Mary promises to keep in touch and send gifts. In London there she gets to meet her future lover, her literature professor, Andrew Marston. Mary has long blonde hair and sparkly green eyes. Her outfit aesthetic is Light Academia and Cottagecore.

Bernadette Tucker (Isaac Rhoades' Lover & Pickle)

Born in California, Bernadette is a quiet and shy girl. She has a small group of friends. When she was a young girl she met a young Mary during a party, they talked a lot in the party but when the party is over Bernadette started to have feelings for Mary but Mary left early. Bernadette was not mad at Mary at all, hoping to reunite with Mary in the future. Years later, her life changes when a kind gentleman helps her she becomes a housekeeper, she starts to have feelings for her boss. Bernadette has beautiful red hair and hazel eyes.

Catrina Alice Covey (Kayson's Lover & Prefect)

Born in Colorado and moved to England when she was thirteen, Catrina is known for her love of the 80s. The music, games, films and well everything in general. She also prefers studying the old-fashioned way. She has a crush on Kayson and feels flustered when he's around. Catrina would always make a playlist on cassette tapes and would write and doodle the title of her playlists when she is in love, for her study time and depending on her emotions. She loves watching John Hughes films in her spare time such as Sixteen Candles, Ferris Bueller and The Breakfast Club to name a few, she does try to watch new films too but films from the 80s have a place in her heart. She sometimes writes letters to Kayson but she doesn't send them, she tells her feelings for him and times they have encountered. Catrina has dark brown hair and blue eyes.

Spencer Ferguson (Luca's Lover & Babe)

Born and raised in Bristol, Spencer has a passion for art such as music and drawing, he does play video games too. He meets his future lover and fiance and now husband, Luca at a party. Spencer is happy to spend his life with Luca. Sometimes he could be a bit jealous and sometimes tries not to be. Spencer is extroverted and loves hanging out with the people he loves, his parents are caring towards him and is happy for him. During his free time he likes to listen to music while he studies. One of his friends is Catrina she would make a playlist for him and Luca. He gets along with Andrew and Mary as well. Spencer loves giving treats to Mocha, he often makes sure that Luca is safe and well. Spencer has brown hair and black eyes.

Most of these pics are not mine, they're from Pinterest and it's how I picture them on how they would look like.