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Favorite Marta and Fina Moments - Part 82 Sueños de Libertad
#🥰🥰🥰#fingers crossed this post shows up in the tags 🤞#mafin#marta x fina#marta y fina#suenos de libertad#sueños de libertad#marta belmonte#marta de la reina#alba brunet#fina valero#wlwsource#wlw gif#wlw post#wlw edit#my edit#wlw couple#wlw#favorite mafin
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Hello Our Life fans! This is a sort of weird post and I’m hoping this doesn’t break any Tumblr etiquette or something, but I just wanted to gauge something
I’ve had ideas of some long OL fics (1 or olba, 1 or olnf) that are AU type things, one being a Ghibli inspired fantasy and the other a horror/supernatural mystery, and I’m curious if anyone is actually interested in reading them so I thought I’d post the synopsis for each fic and see if anyone’s interested via interaction!
Here’s each synopsis (sorry they’re both long as hell)
I wrote these both a little while ago, so these are kinda subject to change, but that’s the basic gist of each plot! (Yes I’m aware the OLNF one is just stranger things that was the main inspo)
P.S. If I end up deciding to go through with turning these into proper fic series and posting them, uh don’t expect my posting schedule to be even a little bit regular- I have quite a bit of stuff going on irl and I’m really bad at balancing my tasks, so this is just gonna be on a “I work on it when I work on it” kind of project
#these would be the first long form stuff I’ve written since like middle school#maybe I’ll make it a nanowrimo type thing idk#anyways I hope these sound nice!#if you have any extra thoughts you’d like the share then feel free to pop em in the replies or reblogs!#starlit musing#our life#our life beginnings & always#our life now and forever#olba#olnf#fanfic#our life now & forever#cove holden#qiu lin#tamarack baumann#olba cove#olnf qiu#olnf tamarack
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Fanbinding Masters of Mayhem - a Ninjago and Lego Monkie kid crossover!!!
FINALLY after weeks of putting the project on the shelf i finally have the (motivation) free time to complete this amazing bookbind!!! Shoutout to my best friend who came to me and ask if i could bind it. So what better birthday gift than to bind her current favourite crossover story? At the time of this post i have not given the gift to her yet so fingers crossed that she likes this 🤞😖
Thank you FictionForLife_NZ for creating this absolute hilarious masterpiece!! I have been wanting to read an LMK crossover fic for the longest time and low and behold, the ao3 algorithm has answered my prayers lol. Me and best friend really love the character interaction that the Ninja’s have with the LMK crew 😂. Also the shipping!! Best friend absolutely LOVES dragonfruit but was sad that they didn’t have as much of a fandom dedication as opposed to spicynoodles. So imagine her suprised (and scream) that dragonfruit is the main pairing in the story and their many iconic moments together!! Also the climax truly had me at the edge of my seat!! And that ending?? Gosh couldn’t have asked it better myself Ninjago writers really should take notes ✍️!!! Anyways enough rambling here’s the fic if you would like to give a read, absolute 10/10
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Some close ups
also yes excuse me and my terrible phone and room lighting it did not do this book justice.
Unfortunately I couldn’t find any fanart that was related/tagged so there was no illustrations for the book. However thats when i had the idea of making the chapter title in the same font as the Ninjago font! To make it seem like every new chapter is an episode!
Also unfortunately couldn’t tag the author since i can’t find their tumblr. If any of you know if said author does have tumblr please let me know!
If you’re all curious on how i make this, i recommend going to the first bookbinding project that i did, its all the same process except with some new improvements that im gonna talk about under the cut
I definitely learned a lot from my mistakes from the last time that i did this, and of course gain new mistakes as well 🥲.
The edges aren’t trimmed
The cover isn’t aligned
The printing for the covers are garbage
Book would not lay flat, instead forever stuck at a weird 120 degree angle
Overall a lot of stuff
This was a given by the fact that i have no experience and was impatient. But since this is a gift for Best Friend ofc this has to actually look good, so here are the improvements that i made
Signature printing— i will admit it took some time and effort but after the old cannon printer finally died permanently jammed, managed to convince parents to buy a more advanced and better printer that can now do double sided printing!! No more wasted signatures from here on out 😮💨
Cover printing — not wanting a repeat of the last time that i did it i went to my local Officeworks to get it printed by them. Here i discovered the beauty that is known as ✨Poster Prints✨. Now all of my yellow lines and elements actually do show an pop against the darker background!! Unfortunately this does have a drawback because the prints are sensitive to any type of scratching. Not the scratch and all the colors come off way, more like the scratch it and lines will show up kind of way as you can really see in the front cover :') . Will work on improving this is future projects.
Trimming the edges — originally in book one i trimmed the edges using your typical box cutter and cut it myself. Bad BAD idea i was doomed at that moment. So imagine my surprise the Officeworks ALSO do CUTTING service!!! My jaw dropped and i immediately went back the next day with my text block and asked them if they could trim all edges. After some inspection they put it through the guillotine and all of my edges are perfectly trimmed. Saved me all the time, money, and storage.
Laying book flat — this was definitely the biggest pet peeve that I have with my first book. The way i do it now is i now put a one cm gap between the front cover, side cover and back cover. And also using the right paper (cardstock) to connect the text block with the covers. Now the book can actually fully open!!!
Cover alignment — I printed out the front and back in regular paper and use that as a template on where i wanna fold the prints to find the cover. Worked like a charm
once again shoutout to best friend for giving me the brilliant idea when making the covers!! had it not been for her to point out about clause's book of spells i would have never made the coolest cover page that I've made in my entire binding experience!! all in all im pretty dang proud of myself for being able to improve on my bookbinding skill.
#lego monkie kid#lmk#ninjago#lego ninjago#lmk mk#lmk mei#lmk red son#lmk dragonfruit#dragonfruitshipping#dragonfruit#lmk macaque#lmk sun wukong#lmk pigsy#lmk tang#kai ninjago#lloyd ninjago#lloyd garmadon#jay ninjago#jay walker#nya ninjago#ninjago garmadon#sensei garmadon#cole ninjago#cole brookstone#zane ninjago#zane julien#ninjago pixal#bookbinding#fanbinding#ficbinding
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🤝🦅🌙 for da ask game :3!!!
ZOINDY or johndy or whatever the fuck our ship name is. crossing fingers please dont let this post show up in the main tags please dont let this post show up in main tags 🤞🤞🤞🤞🤞🤞🤞🤞🤞🤞🤞🤞🤞🤞🤞🤞🤞🤞🤞🤞🤞🤞🤞🤞🤞🤞🤞🤞🤞🤞🤞🤞🤞🤞🤞🤞🤞🤞🤞🤞🤞🤞🤞🤞🤞🤞🤞🤞🤞🤞🤞🤞🤞🤞🤞🤞🤞🤞🤞🤞🤞🤞🤞🤞🤞🤞🤞🤞🤞🤞🤞🤞🤞🤞🤞🤞🤞🤞🤞🤞🤞🤞🤞🤞🤞🤞🤞🤞🤞🤞🤞
🤝: How did they meet in the first place? What was there first impression of each other?
Hehe YAY.
How did they meet. Well. zb's been working at the company for a long time so obv hes been working there longer than i do. Id say andy started working there around/after the time amy got hired (which was before fry lela bender got hired). Farnsworth interviewed him but farnsworth was like half asleep so when the interview was done he was like snnhhghh 😴Huh wha..? Oh yes Thank you. Now leave me please. And andy ran out of the office shouting yipee!!! Yay!!!! and slipped on a random pile of water and got knocked unconcious. He woke up in zb's office Aww and zb was like So uh. Are you new here? and andys like holy shit you smell really bad what fucking happened. and then something really weird and beautiful started from there
first impression. Andy thoguht zb stunk But Was LowKey Kinda Interesting. and zb thought man is this andy guy clumsy. Oh well
🦅: How good are their friends at being wingmen? Do they even help at all or just sit back watching the pining with a bag of popcorn?
Oh fuck i forgot to give Andy friends. Ummmmmmm Well the thing about futurama is that its a running joke That people hate zb. Its so sad but he handles it so chill i love him But he considers them his friends and thats what matters. I guess HIS Bestie would be farnsworth. As for andy i think hed be sorta aquaintances with everyone but i think his bestie would be amy. anyway They hate seeing us together #They dont want our love to exist. It's because we're really stinky and disgusting but when i told amy i had a crush she was like eww :/. but i support ❣️ So theres that at least. As for zb when he tells it to farnsworth hes like That's disgusting LOL But i'll help you because theres nothing else to do in my god forsaken life. Farnsworth tries Via inventions he makes to get other people to like you (Like love potions or whatever) and zbs like no thats a terrible idea I want him to fall in love with me #organically. And with amy she tries to make us go on double dates and it sorta works. And then theres bender who hates both of us who somehow does MORE to push us together than farnsworth and amy combined. Hes like i hate you two losers Did you see what andy put in his diary about you zb. Corrrrny corny shit LOL I laughed. And then zb's like You have a diary. You Write about Me in your diary. and andys like What lolllllllll idk what you talking about. runs away <- And plenty more situations of that caliber. So the guy who hates us is better at being a wingman than our actual friends.
🌙: Who has to force the other into having healthy sleeping habits? How well does that go for em?
I actually dont know anything about zb's sleeping habits. I think he would take naps a lot and sleep regularly. I think hed force me to have them but in a kinda chill way like comeon Go to sleep please -_-. But we're both adults We can take care of ourselves so he doesnt push it that much and i do go to sleep like around an hour after him at least. #NormalCouple
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So i wanna try to get back into posting my art here, since i think my main blog seems to have been shadowbanned. Tried to contact tumblr about it but it doesnt seem to have been fixed so;;
a lot of my art here is super old and just sketches of ocs so ive just privated some of it
crossing my fingers that eventual new art shows up in the tags🤞
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Rindo really just tips me off as the kind of person to steal fries after he says he doesn’t want anything… and Fret would probably catch on to his shenanigans eventually-
#the world ends with you#neo the world ends with you#twewy#ntwewy#neo twewy#rindo kanade#tosai furesawa#my dumb doodles#i’m posting this now to see if it will fINALLY show up in the tags#fINGERS CROSSED 🤞#tumblr hates people sharing fries confirmed#hm what if i… took a specific tag off-?#NO CALLING RINDO A B-TCH IN THE TAGS IG
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I posted 6,506 times in 2021
1723 posts created (26%)
4783 posts reblogged (74%)
For every post I created, I reblogged 2.8 posts.
I added 6,081 tags in 2021
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#i love getting messages - 711 posts
#pedro pascal - 621 posts
#ask game - 306 posts
#my poor edit attempt - 300 posts
#daily reminder - 288 posts
#my library - 165 posts
#all the love - 164 posts
#pedro pascal character fanfiction - 163 posts
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#i love this series and the writing and all the characterizations and the backstory and the action and the dialogue
My Top Posts in 2021
#5
Mailroom Crush
Pairing: Javier Peña x Female Reader
Word Count: 2800+
Summary: A short little fic about Reader who works in the mailroom of the embassy and her encounters with a handsome, brown-eyed DEA agent.
Warnings: Language, fluff, inaccurate depiction of how an embassy mailroom works, smoking, this is only loosely based on canon of Season 3 shortly after Javier arrives so the timeline does not match the show’s, Stechner being a creep
Author Note: I’ve had this in my drafts for months as a little wip side project and it’s not very good because Javier is an amazingly detailed character who I don’t have the right skills to capture the proper way he deserves to be, but I didn’t want to delete this either so...Yeah, it is what it is. Fingers crossed someone out there enjoys it 🤞😊
Part 2
The fan on your desk is on its highest setting, humming loudly as it blasts cool air at your face. Still, you feel sweat beading all along your forehead as well as the back of your neck, and you silently curse the embassy’s air conditioning system for malfunctioning in the middle of a heatwave.
An envelope falls on your desk, the 56th one you’ve seen today thus far. The man who dropped it looks irritated, which is an expression commonly seen around here. His mustache is dark and neatly trimmed, you can’t help but notice. His hands rest on his hips beneath his navy suit jacket, giving him an aura of authority despite his lack of an ID badge.
“Get this mailed today,” he says, tone leaving no room for arguing.
You pick up the letter, noting the Texas address. “Of course, I will—”
The mustached man is exiting the mailroom before you can even finish your sentence. You’d call his behavior rude if it wasn't also commonplace around here.
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The embassy almost seems to transform at night. The lights are dim and the cleaning crew are the only living souls roaming the hallways. It’s oddly peaceful in an eerie sort of way, so you don’t mind working late shifts. You spend the long hours preparing packages for outgoing shipment the following morning, wrapping any fragile objects in bubble wrap and double-checking that each of their labels are correct. You’re in the middle of typing data into the computer when a throat clears behind you, announcing someone’s presence.
It’s the same mustached man from earlier in the week. This time he has discarded his suit jacket and rolled the sleeves of his white dress shirt up to his elbows, revealing toned arms. You blink at him over the top of the computer, wondering why he has interrupted your work.
“Can I help you?” you ask.
“I forgot I was expecting a package today,” the man says. He sounds tired, brown hair rumpled like he’s been running his hands through it multiple times throughout the day. You weren’t here for the day shift, but you know where all the undelivered mail goes so you point him towards the organizer that takes up one whole wall of the mailroom. He dips his head at you, the briefest of nods, before going to collect his package from his personal slot on one of the lower rows.
He leaves a moment later, silence filling the space once more.
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Your mail cart is knocked over during your afternoon delivery run. The offender, an agent named Feistl who often swings by the mailroom to drop off letters and presents to be sent back to his family in the States, doesn’t stick around to help clean up the mess of scattered envelopes, saying, “Sorry, I’ve got an important meeting with Intel.”
You bite back the retort on the tip of your tongue. Most people think your job is at the bottom of the career ladder, but they don’t realize the various tasks you have to complete day after day. You have to sort through hundreds of letters and packages. You have to track down recipients if their items are priority stamped, thus needing to be urgently delivered as soon as possible. You’re responsible for all outgoing mail, choosing the best method of shipment and making arrangements. What is most challenging though, is you have to deal with dozens of personality types ranging from appreciative to downright hateful. People get angry if their mail doesn’t arrive by the expected date, if the contents of their package are broken upon arrival, and/or if they aren’t at their desks when you make your rounds, forcing them to come by the mailroom to check their slot. More often than not, they blame you for the aforementioned issues, despite the fact you have no control over any of those things.
“I’ve got it. It’s fine,” you say to Feistl’s departing backside.
You’re in the middle of picking up the envelopes when dark brown boots, black socks, and charcoal gray pants enter your field of view. Glancing up, you immediately recognize the face staring back at you. It’s the mystery man you keep encountering, carrying a stack of manila folders in one hand.
You’d started your job over a month ago, yet you can’t recall ever personally handing him anything. Either he’s new around here, you think, or he’s one of those rare individuals who only receives mail once every blue moon.
He glances at his watch, gaze flicking between you, still kneeling on the floor, and the time it displays, expression torn.
“I’ve got it. It’s fine,” you say, repeating yourself. And you actually mean it because he looks like he genuinely wants to help but cannot spare the extra minute.
Shooting you an apologetic grimace, he steps around you and the mess, careful not to step on any of the letters, and disappears into one of the offices at the other end of the hall.
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You awkwardly cradle a bundle of red roses in the nook of your elbow, careful not to damage them as you head towards the elevator. The flowers are for Ambassador Crosby’s secretary, Eileen, whose desk is right outside his office. They were sent to her by her fiancé with a note attached referencing their second anniversary.
When the elevator doors open, you receive a couple of double-takes from the people brushing past you as they exit. The attention makes your shoulders want to hunch up to your ears, but you don’t want the movement to disrupt the roses so you force yourself to remain still until you step into the elevator’s cabin alongside three other personnel.
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Little Red’s Shadow Part 1
Pairing: Werewolf Pero Tovar x Female!Reader
Word Count: 8000+
Summary: I posted an idea about werewolf Pero and this fic grew from there. Hope you like it 💖
Warnings: no beta all mistakes are my own, language, werewolf/shapeshifter AU with little red riding hood elements, pining, angst, Reader has a crush and is oblivious to the obvious, Pero’s got a secret so he’s a bit grumpy, injury description with blood, death of a rabbit, setting and time period? who knows lol it is what it is
Author Note: First time writing Pero and there’s been a lot of interest in this fic so I’m nervous posting cuz this is super self-indulgent. Originally I wanted to post the fic from start to end, but this week hasn’t been a good one and posting fics always makes me feel better so yeah. Here’s Part 1 and Part 2 is a few scenes away from being done.
Part 2
“The gaze of the wolf reaches into our soul.” – Barry Lopez
Twilight is fast approaching as you walk along the forest trail between your village and the neighboring one to the north, glimpses of a dark purple and red sky visible overhead through the branches of pine trees bracketing either side of you. There is a chill in the air, the last lingering side effect of the winter season, and you adjust your scarlet-colored cloak tighter around your body, fighting back a shiver.
Being in the woods this late isn’t a wise choice and you’re sure to receive a lecture from your father when you get home about time management, but in your defense once Mrs. Tate starts talking, it is virtually impossible to make the widow stop until she talks herself into a state of unconsciousness. You were held hostage in her living room for hours listening to her prattle on about a variety of topics ranging from a drought that occurred forty years ago to a new recipe of cake she’s eager to try baking.
Fortunately you’d had the forethought of completing your other deliveries before taking Mrs. Tate her new sewing kit, otherwise you would be making the walk home completely in the dark.
Although twilight isn’t much better, you think to yourself after tripping over a stick obscured in shadow, accidentally untying one of your shoelaces in the process. You bite back a curse, knowing that walking through the woods with untied shoes is a guarantee you’ll wind up with a sprained ankle. A lesson you’ve unfortunately learned the hard, painful way more than once over the years.
Sighing, you bend down to retie the knot only to freeze when it occurs to you just how quiet the woods have become. The air has frozen still, not even the faintest of breezes ruffling the tree branches. You strain your ears to hear anything over the anxious thumping of your heartbeat, but it is as if the whole world has been turned on mute.
The hairs on the back of your neck prickle, and you become very uncomfortably aware of someone’s gaze watching you. You swallow thickly, dread forming a heavy stone in your stomach, regretting dismissing your father’s advice of carrying a knife with you for protection.
“There’s nothing dangerous out there,” you had told him, pulling the hood of your cloak over your head while concealing an eye roll. “Just rabbits and squirrels and deer.”
What is that saying about hindsight?
The logical part of your brain is screaming at you to take off running, to try and put as much distance between yourself and the threat as possible. But you’ve always been a slave to your own curiosity, that insistent pull in your chest telling you to investigate, and right now it wants you to turn around and find out who or what is about to potentially kill you.
Mentally counting to three, you slowly twist your shoulders to look behind you, trembling like a leaf about to be blown away from its branch, and scan the foliage for unfamiliar shapes or shifting shadows.
Nothing immediately stands out as dangerous or suspicious looking. You start to think your imagination is playing tricks on you, only to gasp when a twig snaps, echoing like a gunshot. A bolt of fear strikes your chest, adrenaline surging through your veins, and every instinct you possess is on high alert.
The wind picks up again, nearly knocking you over with a strong gust, and as you struggle to maintain balance you think you hear a quiet huffing sound right before a clump of bushes shake in front of you. Like something brushed past them.
You wait a few more seconds before finishing tying your shoelace, no longer feeling eyes upon you. Whatever it was watching you had left, apparently deciding you weren’t worth killing.
There is barely enough sunlight left to guide you home, but your curiosity has not been sated yet, pulling you in the direction of the bush. You crouch and push away the branches, squinting to make out the shape of pawprints in the dirt, a bit messy and overlapping like the animal had backed up quickly.
“Oh my God,” you murmur, stunned to realize a wolf had been spying on you. No way a regular dog could leave behind tracks larger than the width of your hand.
But what is a wolf doing so close to the village? You can’t remember hearing about sightings of one in the area anytime recently. It’s probably just a rogue passing through, you think as you start walking again, but the sensation of its intense gaze upon you continues to linger the entire journey back, replaying on loop within your mind.
When she was still living, your mother taught you not to believe in coincidences. There are some encounters too strange and remarkable to have occurred by random chance. They are instead controlled by the strings of fate, as inevitable as the changing of seasons each year.
When you reach your village at the end of the trail, you pause for a moment to look over your shoulder into the dark depths of the forest. Your heart weighs heavily in your chest, burdened by a sense of certainty you can’t ignore.
The wolf was intended to cross your path.
And you can’t shake the feeling it will happen again.
“Wolves in shells are crueler than stray ones.” ― Gaston Bachelard
When you’re not out delivering orders, you can usually be found behind the counter as the cashier of your father’s trading depot. Years spent helping your father has made you a master at recognizing faces. Whether the person is a frequent visitor or they only swing around every few months, you take pride in recognizing each customer and trader that comes through the door, greeting them by name with a smile.
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I’ve been obsessed with the top photo for months, but now I found the bottom one on Pinterest and combined they’re too much for my heart to handle 💘
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Do you know why post are not showing up on the tags searchs? Sometimes they appear for some minutes or a hour or so, but then they quickly disappear, just not showing up on tags like #belcher ot #userstream, it's frustating because it's the third time I've been trying to post a gifset and this ain't he first time this problem happens
Hi, Nonny!
I have no idea why it keeps happening. I'm afraid lots of people have this problem and staff doesn't do anything to help ☹️
Sometimes posts show up in the tags and stay, sometimes they disappear without a reason.
Maybe it has something to do with how often you post and which tags you use? If you post more than once per day and tag the same blogs every time, it will make one or more of the posts disappear. It's a fact that Tumblr search won't let all of your posts visible in the tags if you post a lot.
But sometimes you can post twice a week and it still happens 😒 And that's something I cannot understand, cause such activity doesn't spam the search or anything.
I suggest tagging different blogs here and there. Maybe making random text posts on your blog to make things more various and kinda cheat the search.
I honestly don't know why the tags are so faulty and make our experience on here frustrating.
Keep my fingers crossed 🙂 Hope you will be more lucky in the future 🤞
Have a great day.
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#ShareYourProgress Tag Game
Tagged by the lovely @saedoeswriting
Rules: When your work is tagged, show the process of its creation from planning to posting, then tag 5 people. Use the tag #showyourprocess so we can find yours!
So this relates to my Pinned Post which can be seen here. More under the cut.
Inspiration:
So I had a number of dreams that took place in what I knew in my heart to be a beach town, despite a distinct lack of a beach. The memories are a little fuzzy now, but two still tick with me to this day: one involved me and a boys’ soccer team running through an oddly proportioned hotel looking for my cousin, another had me trapped in a never-ending, ever-changing beach house where I kept seeing members of my extended family but was unable to interact with them. And a common thread was just this sense of not-quote-right-ness that was present every time I had a dream that took place there.
First Draft:
The first draft was typed up in the Notes app of my phone, and was mostly a collection of disjointed imagery that attempted to capture the atmosphere of the beach-town-without-a-beach. It then got buried under a bunch of To-Do lists and Notes-to-Self until I went to go clean out my Notes app and rediscovered it. This led to its...
Second Draft:
I took that original note and I cleaned it up, making it a little more cohesive, turning it into something I was happy with, even a little bit proud of. I then posted to tumblr dot com because I’m trying to be better about sharing my writing with people lol. And I made it my pinned post because why not. A bunch of time passed, and then we come to my...
Third Draft:
I took a creative writing class last semester, and over the course of it we had to create a fiction portfolio to be submitted as part of our final grade (in lieu of a traditional final). I took this original little piece of basically-flash-fiction and fleshed it out into full on short story in which ‘you’ wander around this strange town and encounter forces both benevolent and vaguely sinister. It even finally got a title - I called it ‘Vacation Blues’ because that was lowkey the vibe. And I got a good grade so I guess my teacher didn’t hate it too much, which is nice since he’s literally a published author. I am now onto the...
Fourth Draft:
I am currently in the process of doing some final revision on this story in order to submit it to my school’s literary magazine this upcoming semester. Fingers crossed they accept it 🤞
I don’t really know who to tag in this, but anyone who sees this post should feel free to do it :)
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