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• ᴛʜᴇ ᴋɪʟʟɪɴɢ ᴍᴏᴏɴ 》 ᴅᴏɴɴʏ & ᴀʟʏᴀ
Nothing like having an unexpected visitor make a huge fuckin' hole in your mind. You could have passed for a defenseless animal splayed down on rocks, your guts ringing out like a party. Maggots slithering through the crevices in some weird form of creative vision. But, of course, doing some things might occasionally lead to the opposite outcome.
At the very least, he was alive.
Why wouldn't he be? Even if the heavens came tumbling down because the Gods commanded it to, he would be able to pull himself out like a necrotic creature coming back to life over and over. A respected and favored assassin who consistently completes tasks while exceeding expectations. Sure, most of his explanations were rubbish, but he didn't want to let anybody down.
And yet, as he made his way across the vast new wilderness, sun pounding down on blueish-grey skin like the subterranean, he could not help but respond in some sections of his psyche. One way in front of him, another swirling about in his head.
To be more intricate, you might say "squirming." It's best to clear your mind before embarking on a probable hallucination of someone you used to know but had not seen in years. A memory mirage?
Probably.
Perhaps it was the adverse effects.
STILL.
He couldn't get her face out of his head. That small part of him linked with her and may have missed her. He had always wanted someone to murder alongside, and who better than a bloodthirsty cultist? Never worry, entanglements can wait; he will figure it out later.
Track her down later.
It'd be no good, nor his....Oh, how cozy he would be if he developed some tentacles and turned into someone worth loathing. No, he would revert to his default and swim in the shadows, even if the light enveloped him.
𓆩♱𓆪
Why the fuck do people live up here? It smells bad, it feels horrible, but whatever, get the job done and quit thinking about it. At least the fearful ones were not complaining about his being, and he ended up looking for aid, which he never did, but the kids kept him busy. Tieflings, however, always transported him back to thoughts of the Kabrich siblings. By God's he fucking missed them, but he missed so many people after all. Death clung to him like the odor and stain of tobacco or blood on your boots.
Thinking if assisting them was a good idea or if it would merely drag his doom clock further into submission. Head out tomorrow to see what you can discover and pick if you want to be a nice person or an evil guy, as the ladder usually comes naturally.
#i did eet#idk what to put the tag as so imma be lame rn then do somethin fancy for u later pookie#Donovan Harris#BG3/fantasy verse for my edgy boy#thosewhohunger#next is kai and i may or may not start one with tobias or eimin hmmm
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Gimme some'o'dat digital high five juice my dudes.
I went out and arrived ON TIME to a dentist appointment today. I've been on the waiting list for probably two years now. It was vital I be there cos I need that dental check up.
This is the shit I always fail on. I put aside, it's too hard, the appointment comes and I can't leave the house without having a panic attack (is it a meltdown?).
I did eet.
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And got my secret satan part one done c: Will see if I can't do a little bonus art before the deadline!
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wsnt uky enuf n frew uo
#memunya maks m cof rl hard n so hard i do th tinf wer u almos frownup#bu this tim i rly did#😵💫 n i nidnt evn eet dinr n is cokin bu nunno if shuld eet it r mayb weit
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Check writing channel.
You wouldn’t
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I forgot if I asked this last time your inbox was open (though even if I did, you never answered it) but how long did you have the ideas for ISAT in your head before you started the development process? I've had this idea for a game for 12 years and haven't coded a single line. I'm writing the story first. Is that a bad idea? I know it's not a race, but I feel like I'm behind my fellow mid-20s creatives. I also can't draw for shit, nor can I afford to commission a thousand or so art pieces. Do you have any advice (other than replaying your game, which I plan to do anyway) for an aspiring indie dev who has felt like giving up but hasn't actually done it?
writing the story first is never a bad idea. however i think you should start actually making the game where you know stuff like "so im gonna have this boy and he's gonna become a jedi to fight the emperor and then the emperor is gonna be his DAD and then he saves the galaxy", even if you don't know what happens in between those cool things. aka when you know your beginning and end.
the reason you should start actually making the game then is because while making the game, you will realize the strengths and weaknesses of the software you're using. which means you'll realize you cant make this cool moment with a thousand enemies. but you CAN add little scenes every time the player uses a specific item. and knowing the intricacies of the software will make your game cooler
tldr: just start da gaem already!!!!! u can do eet!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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INTERMISSION — (l. heeseung)



"THE WAY YOU THINK ABOUT ME, I THINK ABOUT YOU"
pairing: idol! heeseung x idol! fem reader (drabble)
includes/warnings(18+): SMUT (MDNI), mutual mastrubation, dry humping (on leg/at his feet), profanity, dirty talk, praise kink (kitten, sweetheart,baby), semi public sex (let me know if i missed anything!)
word count: 1.3k
synopsis: you and heeseung do a tiktok challenge at an award show and both cannot deny the tension between you. he sneaks into your dressing room during the intermission and use the time quite *efficiently* hehe
disclaimer: this is a work of fiction. this does not represent any true events involving heeseung and does not depict real life behind-the-scenes of idol culture/award shows.
— MASTERLIST
"swee eee eet sweet venom" you lip synced, finishing the tiktok dance with the signature hand gesture, followed by waving goodbye to the camera in front of you and giving your best charming facial expressions.
you tilted your body, leaning slightly towards heeseung who was next to you. the fabric of his jacket brushed against your arm and it sent a chill up your spine.
you tried to ignore the feeling as you and him went over to the camera man to monitor the video to give the staff the okay that the video was to both of your likings.
he was the quite the bit taller than you so he was able to stand behind you and still see the screen. you could feel the warmth of his body behind you.
he leaned down to "see the screen better", his breath tickling your ear. you felt your breath hitch at his close proximity.
thankfully all of the staff was so absorbed in reviewing the video, he was able to catch some sneaky glances of you. your outfit was cute and suited you perfectly, the dainty skirt and crop top making you look all the more adorable. and your makeup enhancing your features perfectly.
is this guy crazy? being so close to you with staff and potentially cameras around?? you thought to yourself.
you didn't realize how lost in thought you were until you heard a staff member's voice bring you back to reality.
"y/n? y/n? is the video good?- you look pale, do you feel sick? someone get her a water and a fan!" the staff member shouted and waving with urgency.
"no no, i'm okay! really! sorry i apologize for spacing out. yes, the video looks great. thank you!" you bowed stepping away. heeseung looked over at you, smirking.
"yeah the video looks great. thanks so much everyone!" he also bowed, waving at the staff, signaling the majority of them leave and attend to their other duties.
there were just a handful of stylists left in the room, touching up each of your makeup and hair respectively. you both periodically glanced at each other from across the room—the chemistry between you was undeniable at this point.
you knew it, and heeseung knew it.
he couldn't wait another second to be alone with you.
somehow by the grace of god, he was able to come up with some shitty excuse of 'using the bathroom' to sneak into your dressing room.
he calming opened the door, locking it behind him. but after that it felt anything but calm. he took two long strides towards you, pressing your body against the nearby wall.
his hands went to grab your hip and upper thigh. his touch making you bite your lip to suppress a moan. his fingertips trailed higher and higher, but eventually hitting fabric much to his dismay.
"stupid safety shorts" he said under his breath. he would have much preferred to see you in the cute skirt without them, or without anything underneath for that matter.
he leaned in, the tip of his nose brushing yours. you could tell his pupils were blown out even with his colored contacts. his deep plum hair and black jacket making his look that much more alluring.
he's waited so long for this—after countless award shows and music shows having to be so professional around you, acting like the sight of you did nothing to him. never getting a chance to be alone with you. but this was his chance and he wasn't going to waste it.
"h-heeseung, my makeup..." you put your hands lightly on his hard chest as he leaned in fully for a kiss. you couldn't risk getting your lipstick and lipgloss getting all over his lips. this was already all too risky as it is. you both knew it.
as much as you and him wanted this, you both weren't about to risk your entire idol career on this. the sound of footsteps and muffled voices from the hallway a dreadful reminder of the situation.
"fuck c'mere princess, get on your knees" he lighting tugged your wrist, leading you over to the couch as he sat down. it was like you were possessed and obeyed his every word without hesitation.
he smirked at your obedience as you stared at him between his legs with twinkling eyes. your flushed cheeks and glossed lips made him want to do nothing more than to have you choking on his cock. but that was for another time.
"what a good little kitten for me..." he said as he pets your head and leaning down to whisper in your ear "...who would have guessed y/n of [girl group name] could be so naughty? what would all of our fans think?"
you whimpered at his words, his deep voice tickling your ear making you clench your thighs for some relief. you continued looking at him, but now with a confused expression as to what he wanted you to do.
it was as if he could read your mind. "well sweetheart, just like you said, you can't ruin your makeup." he said with a cocky expression, smirking and quirking his eyebrows "...so get off on my shoe then. take off your safety shorts."
as you removed your safety shorts, he groaned at the sight of your white lace panties. he didn't miss the sight of the darkened patch on them. he unzipped his slacks and took his now hard cock out of his boxers just enough to jerk himself off.
his cock was big and looked so perfectly red and veiny, just begging to be sucked. the sight alone made your panties even more soaked than they already were.
you moved to straddle his sneakers, your hands grabbing on to his leg and knee for stability. you lowered your core and moved on top of his foot.
your started grinding on him, your grip on his leg tightening. the hardness and texture of his shoes finally granting relief to your aching core. you let out a soft moan at the sensation, your eyes fluttering closed.
"does it feel good princess?" he looked down at your fucked out state as he jerked himself off.
"y-y-yeah it feels so fucking good"
"yeah? i bet it does. touch your clit for me."
you reached into your panties to rub your clit, the feeling of your wetness causing you to gasp. the soft squelching sounds of your wetness boosting heeseung's ego even further.
"you're so wet for me y/n. all that just from grinding on my shoe? fuckkkk" his hooded eyes had an intensity and darkness to them that you had only ever seen on stage to please the adoring fans. but now it was only for you.
he fisted his cock, increasing his pace. he wished he could feel your tightness, your wetness. imagining his fist was your pussy instead.
you switched back to rutting against his leg, your release already close. he could tell from your messy rhythm you were close to cumming.
"you close? fuck i am too kitten. come on, come for me."
"h-heesung i'm gon-gonna come. f-fuc-" with only a few more rubs and you finished in your panties. you whimpered letting out soft whines resting your forehead against his knee, riding out your high.
he grabbed the tissue box on the table next to the couch, finishing not long after you. he leaned his head back on the couch, taking in the euphoria.
he handed you a tissue to clean yourself, kissing your cheek softly.
"so, when's the next award show?"
author’s note: omg 65 followers!!! thank you guys so much, you seriously don't know how much that means to me, especially because i only have 2 works published, including this one. all of your reblogs, comments, and likes srsly make my day & motivate me sm to keep writing ₍^ >ヮ<^₎ .ᐟ.ᐟ
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I’m thinking about pulling some real confusing ass shit. I honestly don’t know how you guys stand me.
I did eet
#rottmnt#ew au#kendratello#timatello#hey you guys want some non antsy kendratello food?#ew AU will be your refuge#those are all the hints you get
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ZE CLEANIN ES COMPLETE
i got groceries, cleaned out the fridge, did dishes, swept and mopped the kitchen, swept and mopped the bathroom, wiped down my tank stands, vacuumed the bedroom and living room, vacuumed the cat tree, fixed my mattress topper, put on clean sheets, made my bed (including reorganizing all my plushies), folded laundry, took a bath, AAAAND made dinner!
it is Whole House Cleaning Day
...will I die later? yes.
#mrowr.txt#ask to tag#EET ES TIME TO COLLAPSE AND DIE FOR A WHIL4#my dinner sucked lol#i got these honey bbq frozen chicken bits/tenders from aldi#and not only did they stick to the foil of the pan real bad#they tasted not great#i sacrificed a cup of my precious bk ranch to make it eatable
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Sometimes things happens at just the right time with each other. The recent discussion with @anim-ttrpgs and @the-ampersand about the gm controlling the outcomes of every encounter, the performance and overuling dice in favor of a prewritten story mixed with my reading of the game Eldritch Escape : Tokyo and it's combat.
The PC will die. The PC can win. Coexistance of the two.
Let's talk about it
Eldritch Escape Tokyo ( which I will shorten into EET) is Bloodborne in an contemporary urban setting. A really simplified explanation. 7 years ago, the sun disappeared. Eternal night. No one cares. Gigantic eldritch beasts called the Eldritch roam the streets and eat people. No ones care. But you do. And you shall fight, with only what's available to you. And you will die.
Then the Bellwether shall revive you, turning back time to the beginning of the fight, raising your ascension level by one, making you stronger.
Let's talk about this big boss fight against an Eldritch These are the only ways to lose your character in this game : Ascension reach 7 or goes down to 0, Insight (your other stat) being at 0 or 7 at the end of the scenario OR giving up. Just giving up. Tired of this endless fight.
The "battle map" is a circle of 6 cells, with the Eldritch in the middle. Another game like Wilderfeast where distance and positionning is center around the monster. 1 is in front, 4 is the rear, 2-3 on the right, 5-6 on the left.
In a fight, a character dies when their shields (equal to Ascension for PC) reach 0. The Hit damage, for either the PC or the Eldritch is 2 on a critical. So yes, the PC will die rather easily at the start.
But here is the thing...
The GM does not control the Eldritch. They play the Bellwether, the advisor.
The Eldritch fight according to Trigger actions that activates anytime the condition is met. It can be the PC is in cell 1, 2, 6. The PC attacked from cell X and did not do a critical hit. The Eldritch rolls and the Gm describes, read what happens. And tell the PC which trigger was specifically activated . Back to the first example, telling the PC that the trigger was "The PC was in cell 1". No they don"t add the 21 and the 6. Then during the Eldritch turn, their combat is ruled by doctrines. Who also have conditions. The first on the list where the conditions are met is done. The PC is warned of the condition. The Eldritch turns end. No input from the GM on Monster behavior. With each loop, the PC learns. They're encouraged to take notes. And when theyu learn enough ? then glorious victory is at end. Because they know the path to victory.
So here it is. A scripted combat not by the GM but by the game itself, like an enemy ai in a video games. Where the outcome where the PC dies will happen. Where victory is achievable. it helps that they are other character loss option than death. The Ascension 7 character loss ( which I will not spoil) means the fight is on a timer. When you start at 1, you only have 6 rounds to learn. So victory is not a certainty.
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Common Greetings in the Kishite Language: Important Phrases for Travel
It's been awhile since I did a worldbuilding post (Hopefully there won't be too many typos in this one.)
This is entirely unprompted but this is mostly just an excuse for me to share some of the conlang stuff I've been working on
I copied a list of important phrases for travelling in Greece but of course instead of translating them into Greek I have translated them into the Language of Kishetal, Kishite. For those of you who may be unfamiliar to my WIP, is the primary setting of the first book. Kishite is a loose cultural region on the eastern edge of the Green Sea. For more info about the Kishite Language click here.
See Below: A Cultural Map of Kishetal, and the Kishite Syllabary
Note that these only account for mainland dialects of Kishite. Colonies and settlements in places like Makora are considerably different.
Hello (Formal): Dasuda (DAH soo DAH)
Hello (Informal): Dusa (DOO sah)
Hi/Hey (Very Informal): Du (DOO)
Dasuda should be used when talking to those of a higher societal rank than yourself, elders, and for groups of people. Dasuda and by extension the other two words, Dusa and Du, come from a shortening of the phrase, Irun dasu uk da(a)b (EE roon DAH soo ook dahb), which literally means "Good things for you" which is itself a shortened version of Gipikoni janu ch(i)un irun dasu uk da(ab) (Gee pee KOH nee JAH noo choon EE roon DAH soo ook dahb)meaning "May the gods send good things for you." Well these two longer greetings are largely unnecessary, using them can be seen as a sign of respect.
Nice to meet you/Good to meet you: Ga dasu kugiwaz da(a)b (GAH DAH soo KOO gee wahz dahb)/ Gadaka (informal) (Gah DAH kah)
Literally "(It) Is good meeting you" Use this phrase when meeting someone for the first time. If meeting multiple people instead say Ga dasu kugiwaz da(a)bun. In more informal situations you may be fine to simple say Dakuda (DAH koo dah. If you’re about to take off at the end of an interaction, say "Ga(a)s dasu kugiwaz da(a)b" means “(It) Was good meeting you."
How are you?: Mowa Da La?
When addressing two or more people, use the plural and say "Mowa d(a)un lan(a)as" (MOH-wah doon lah-nahs). You can also ask the much more informal "Moda" or "D(a)la/D'la" which translates to something like "Sup"
I'm well/healthy/good/happy: Wa Dasi/Daja/Dasu/Bira
Any of these are appropriate responses. You can also add, "Ash", to the end of any of these (AHsh) for “very." For example very good would be Dasu ash. Other possible responses include:
Ill/Bad : Nadu/Kosu So/so: Dakudaku Okay: Nidasu
And you? = Da?/ Al Da?
Goodbye: Datara (DAH-tah-rah)
Bye: Du (DOO) (Same as Hi)
From Dasu Taraliwash which means "Good leaving/embarking" Another common farewell for non-coastal areas is "Wi Ri al janu Ch(i)un itpali" (Wee Ree AL jah-noo CHOOn eet-pah-lee) this translates to "Be alongside the sun and the gods" when in coastal regions or speaking with a sailor replace Ch(i)un with Jabisa (Sea).
Good morning: Darire/ Dari
Shortened from Dasu Riture (DAH-soo Ree-too-reh) (Good morning). Use this as a standard greeting up until around noon.
Good afternoon/Evening: Dayulumu/Dayu (DAH-yoo-loo-moo) (DAH-yoo)
Shortened from Dasu Yulumu (DAH-soo yoo-loo-moo)(Good Late Day)This greeting is said around late afternoon, dusk, and into the evening. This the greeting used anytime between Noon and bedtime.
Goodnight: Dadura(a)t/Dada (DAH-doo-raht)/(DAH-dah)
Shortened from Dasu Dura(a)t (DAH-soo doo-raht)( Good Darkness) Say this when bidding someone saying farewell in the evening, typically when preparing for sleep.
Thank you: Olda(a)b (Ohl-dahb)
From the verb "Oldi-" meaning To Thank and "Da(a)b" meaning You. To say "Thanks very much," just add "Dana" (Dah-nah).
Please: Pakida (pah-kee-dah)
It's polite to say Pakida (pah-kee-dah) after asking for something. It can also be used to mean "I beg your pardon?" or "Huh?" when you want someone to repeat what they said. When talking to a person of higher status add the honorific before, for example "Nin(i)jali pakida..." (Princess please...")
You're Welcome: Na (nah)
There is no specific word for thank you, rather to acknowledge gratitude you simply respond with the word for no, "Na". The higher the position/status of the person who has thanked you, the more times you should repeat Na. When thanking a king you should say "Na" no less than seven times. It is important to watch your tone when using this. It is typical to accompany "Na" with a bow or inclining of the head, while not maintaining eye contact .
My name is ...: (En) Kubit ikir wani ... (koo-beet ee-keer wah-nee)
Literally "(The) Name of mine is..." alternatively use "Ik egirwa..." (eek eh-geer-wah) (I acknowledge...)
What is your name?: Dowa wani (en) kubit da(i)r? (DOH-wah wah-nee koo-beet dahr)) /Dowa wani da(i)r/ Dowa da egirla?
Literally "what is the name of yours?" or " What do you acknowledge?"
How do I say?: Mowa akkuwa? (Moh-wah ahk-oowah)
Say this when you want to know the Kishite word for something.
Yes: Duda (Doo-DAH)
For non-verbal ways of communicating yes either incline the head forward well retaining eye-contact (not a bow or a nod) or touch the nose with either index finger. Clicking one's tongue can also be used to say yes, typically when purchasing something, though this is very informal and not appropriate when talking to someone of higher or even equal status.
No: Na (Nah)
For a non verbal form, tilt the head to the side, the more extreme the tilt the more emphatic the no. Touching the ear to the shoulder shows extreme displeasure or disinterest. Additionally a sharp hiss between the teeth can also be used as an informal way of showing disinterest.
Excuse me/sorry: Akdi (Ahk-dee)
Say this to get a person's attention, ask to pass by, or apologize if you've bumped into someone or otherwise inconvenienced them.
Oops: Wu! (Woo)
Typically used playfully, the sort of thing you say after you make a silly and non-harmful mistake, like dropping something or tripping. Use in cases where no apology is needed.
Ouch: Atta! (Aht-tah)
How much? (Purchasing): Dowa enrila lutuki irab?/Dowa lutuki irab/ Dowa lutuki (Doh-wah enree-lah loo-too-ki ee-rahb)(Doh-wah loo-too-kee ee-rahb)(Doh-wah loo-too-kee)
Literally "What do you want in exchange for this?" or you can simply say "Dowa lutuki?" and point to what you want. You do not necessarily need to include "enrila" which means "you want" as this is typically implied.
I don't understand: Na ludakiwa (Nah Loo-dah-kii-wah)
Alternatively a palm placed flat over the left ear is a non-vocal indication that either you don't understand or you can't hear.
Help!: Pasisi! (Pah-see-see).
Cheers! : Daliwi! (Dah-lee-wee)
From "Dasu Oliwi" meaning "Good Blood" or "Health".
First longish post I've made in a bit! Hope y'all enjoy it. If there are other phrases or words that you would like the translation for, let me know! If y'all notice any mistakes or typos in this, send me a message so I can fix them! Same goes for if you have questions! I'm also just stealing the taglist from the last linguistics post I made, hope y'all don't mind.
@illarian-rambling, @mk-writes-stuff, @kaylinalexanderbooks, @willtheweaver, @patternwelded-quill
@elsie-writes, @elizaellwrites, @the-ellia-west, @the-octic-scribe, @the-golden-comet
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@dyrewrites, @unrepentantcheeseaddict, @roach-pizza, @rivenantiqnerd, @pluppsauthor
@flaneurarbiter, @dezerex, @axl-ul, @surroundedbypearls
@treesandwords, @the-golden-comet
#testamentsofthegreensea#writeblr#fantasy writing#worldbuilding#narul#world building#writing#conlang#fantasy world#fantasy#wip#current wip#fiction writing#first post in a while
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Don't Fear The Reaper (Part Three/ Dark!Tommy)

Summary: After a restless night and chaotic start to your day, you arrive late for work. Unfortunately for you, your day of misfortune doesn't end there when Tommy's jealousy becomes uncontainable and he calls you into his office for some stern words and questioning as to where exactly your priorities lie.
Warnings: Language, angst, fluff, stalking, obsessive behaviour, supernatural themes, dark romance, manipulation of time, dark!tommy (This is a dark series with heavy potentially triggering undertones, please read the warnings before continuing)
Word Count: 4164
Authors Note: "Sweet Afton's" are a brand of cigarette seen in the show, smoked by Tommy. The two other brands of cigarettes mentioned in this chapter were also popular at the time. Sorry for being so late posting this part everyone. I hope you enjoy it!
How long had you been awake? A simple question anyone could ask themselves but a wasted one on you as you frantically rushed past your granddad through the cramped hallway, sending him no more than a faint smile as a greeting the very next morning as you made your way out onto the streets of Small Heath. A lack of sleep and an exhausted mind from countless hours of mulling over what you were sure you had seen the previous night consequently had you stumbling over your feet the very moment you stepped onto the cobbled path, and into a hard object you could only assume was a fellow human.
" Steady there love" a young man said, catching you before you landed face first onto the ground In front of him and further embarrassing yourself in your already flustered state.
" Sorry..." you replied abruptly pulling away from his hold, finding yourself studying his face longer than what anyone would consider socially acceptable let alone polite as you stepped back with caution. Was it him? You thought to yourself as your glare narrowed in on every feature his face possessed, his puzzled eyes turning into ones filled with nervousness when your stare failed to divert from examining each movement he made in an awkward, almost unbearable silence.
"Well...G'day to you miss" he said tipping his hat to you as he walked past your insistent eyes, his slow strides and labored limp absent of the speediness the dark shadow displayed last night quickly snapping you out of your unfounded accusations.
"Shit" you sighed under your breath as you straightened your hat that was now lop sided with a knotted ball of locks contained under it. In all honesty, you looked a bloody mess. A tangly haired, red-cheeked, nervous ball of mess. " Good day sir, and...and thank you!" You apologetically called out waving to the young man who your suspicious mind had all but convinced you in the space of a few seconds was the same creep that had been watching you. "Jesus Y/N, get a fucking grip" you scolded yourself under a heavy breath as you headed in the direction of work which you was already twenty minutes late for, the same place of work that just so happened to pass by the very spot said creep was standing in. As you approached the corner of the alleyway you came to a stop, your eyes briefly darting down to a burnt out cigarette on the ground you was convinced only one person could have been smoking. Bending down you picked up the rolled tobacco with the unintelligible charred words "eet ton's" printed on the filter, bringing it to your face as if you could distinguish the authentic smell of whatever tobacco had been used. In reality, you had no idea what you were looking for, but with wishful thinking and your nagging brain telling you to pocket the discarded cigarette, you did exactly that. Placing it between your hankie and carefully folding it within the embroidered fabric, your eyes shot up to the gulley that was devoid of anyone mere minutes ago when, just like the previous day, someone caught your attention. She was there again, watching you. " Hello?" You called out as the man that never ceased to be absent from her side made his presence known as he turned the corner, a bellow of smoke pummeling to the heavens with every swift stride he took.
" She can see me, Tommy..." Your panicked voice gasped as he approached you, his hand gently resting on your lower back, his bitterly cold cheek pressed against your own as you watched in unison the woman standing at the end of the bricked pathway, a woman that looked in every single way identical to you. Was Tommy right, was that you?
" Shh now darling" he soothed your worries away, his hand creeping under your jacket and grazing over your blouse, his fingers desperate to intimately feel the warmth of your soft skin he had longed to touch once again. This would have to do...for now. "She won't get any closer, I'll make sure of it" he assured you, closing his eyes as your intoxicating perfume brimming with notes of aldehyde and lemon filled his senses, transporting him back to the very year you were standing in, the very same day you were standing in.
"She's coming. Tommy, she's walking this way. Make her stop, please!..."
"Can I help you?" You asked, squinting into the distance as you strategically stepped around a muddy pothole whilst you made your way through the morning mist when a loud crashing of metal onto the cobbled path had you falling ankle deep into the very globe of sludge you was doing your up most to avoid. " Fuck sake. You again" you huffed as the black feline from the previous night ran out from behind a lidless bin. " You're doing this on purpose, aren't you? Made it your life's bloody mission to torment me" you ranted as he ran past you without a mere ounce of remorse whilst your eyes followed his nimble steps to the end of the alleyway that was now suddenly empty of the couple that had been standing there. " I'm losing it" you said wiping the whispers of hair from your face, grimacing as you pulled your muddy foot from the deep hole. " New job, no sleep and... I'm finally losing it" you continued to ramble to yourself, unwilling to speak of the very thing that had you in such a state as you took one last quick glance to the end of the path hoping that the past two days' unusual events were just a figment of your over-tired imagination. Fatigue. The only likely, rational reason...right?
" What the fuck-a-doodle-doo happened to you?" Ethel rather flamboyantly asked as you came thundering through the offices looking at you from head to toe, her and everyone else's eyes now fixed on your muddy stockings and disheveled appearance.
" Ethel!" Betsy scolded her. Her dear friend and colleague never able to, or willing to stop herself at any given opportunity to further elaborate whatever thought had entered her mind.
"Dear lord" Ada said wide-eyed as she looked to her Aunt who's lips were tightly pursed together, desperately holding back the humor in your uncanny resemblance to the local pigeon lady that had taken up residence on the church steps of Small Heath.
" I'm sorry love, It's just ..." Polly started to say, covering her mouth behind her cup of tea before her and everyone else burst into a fit of giggles, you quickly following suit as you got a glimpse of yourself in the reflection of a glass cabinet in front of you.
" Well Christ" you laughed, slumping down into your chair as you pulled your hat off.
" Dare I ask?" Ada said through a smile as she sat on the edge of your desk, receiving only a grunt from you in response. " Late night maybe? Followed by some cross-country hiking?" She teased, arching a brow as she looked down at your mud-drenched tights.
" Stepped in a pothole" you huffed, burying your head in your hands suddenly feeling sorry for yourself.
" And the birds nest currently residing on top of your head? " She asked as you ran your fingers through your knotted locks. " Getting there..." she smiled affectionately to you as your hair started to smooth down into something more manageable. " So, are you going to tell me what's got you looking like you was pulled through a hedgerow backwards ? " She asked as you started taking of your shoes, your lack of clothing in your frantic departure from home that morning making it near impossible to unbuckle your three-inch heels with your now, numb fingers.
" You know, they really should do something about all those potholes, Ada. I could have broken my ankle"
" Y/N"
" A foot deep, it was like a trench"
" Y/N!"
" Nothing" you replied, avoiding her gaze as you hitched up your skirt and unhooked your stockings, simultaneously avoiding Ada's worries and your own. With a room full of women, you were at no risk of further embarrassing yourself. Or at least you thought you were, when not only your boss but his two brothers and another man accompanying them sauntered in, coming to a sudden stop at the sight of your toe balancing precariously on the knob of your desk draw, the clasps of your garter belt on show and a stocking halfway down your leg. Oh, for fuck sake.
"I think I've just died and gone to heaven. Catch me Arthur..." John said, falling into his brother as a thunder of laughter resonated through the building, all but Tommy's that was.
" Get off ya bleeding egit" Arthur said, giving his brother a sharp elbow to his side.
" Gents" Tommy cleared his throat, motioning what might as well have been the entire British army and all the Kings' guards into his office as your face reddened, and you felt like bursting into tears at the sheer embarrassment of them seeing you in such a predicament.
" Kill me now. Just kill me now and throw me in the cut" you mumbled under your breath, tucking your legs under the desk as Tommy glanced back at you, his jaw tightening in what you could only assume was annoyance at your inappropriate display in a work place.
" Oh stop it" Ada scolded you as she rolled her eyes at your dramatics. " It's not like they've never seen a pair of legs before" she said placing a cigarette in her mouth as she tried to downplay your small mishap.
" Yes but maybe not at eight in the morning, and legs belonging to someone they hardly know" you huffed pushing your forehead into the palms of your hands, pushing the disastrous morning's events from your thoughts.
" You do realise you're in Small Heath, right?" She giggled, pulling a laugh from the frustrated pout that had weighed down your lips as you shimmered off the rest of your stockings under the cover of your wooden desk. Small Heath, you was begining to realise just what kind of place it was.
The remainder of the morning was thankfully a lot less eventful. You'd spent almost the entirety of it signing for letters, each delivery boy hanging around for a chat to see the latest newcomer to the Shelby offices after word had gotten around about the pretty-faced girl Thomas Shelby had hired. Though, every interaction had not gone missed by the watchful eye of the very man who had brought you into his firm, the same man who was starting to get increasingly angry with what he thought were your distracted priorities. Unbeknownst to you, you had already handed him two documents that didn't need signing for another month, and the ones that did have a deadline had all but gone missing. Second day of work, and you were unknowingly still making a mess of everything. The next interaction, or what Tommy believed, distraction, would be one he'd swiftly put a stop to before the annoyance his Aunt Polly had burdened him with got any ideas.
"Y/N love, come and meet Michael, my son" Polly ushered you over to her desk as you scooted out of your seat, catching the eye of Tommy who was watching you from his office through the glass windowed door separating you.
"It's nice to make your acquaintance again, Y/N" he said reaching his hand out for you to take as Polly looked straight ahead at her nephew who was now stood up at the window watching the whole interaction, his deathly stare enough for her to know he was getting progressively frustrated at the attention your presence had brought to the office. Was his dear, loving Aunt doing this on purpose? Tommy seethed to himself as he watched you smile to his cousin. Never having been able to stop her nephews' depraved ways, maybe this was her attempt at bringing Tommy's "Hobbies" to an end. For she knew better than anyone how your innocent beauty had already captivated him, how he'd already set his sights on his next endeavor. If his Aunt thought he would not take the needed measures to dispose of her beloved son, her judgment in his determination to get what he wanted was severely lacking, severely.
" Right yes, hi" you said, feeling the heat rise in your cheeks having now learned of whom the third man was that saw your misfortunate leggy display. " Sorry you had to see that" you said looking up through your lashes as you fidgeted with the pendant of your necklace sitting on your chest.
" Well, it was certainly one way to leave a lasting impression" he replied with a chuckle as you silently begged for the floor to swallow you up, and not leave one ounce of you left to endure the remaining embarrassment you were sure you hadn't heard the end of.
" Alright that's enough, leave the poor girl alone. She's had enough ribbing from us lot all bloody morning" Polly said as she lit a cigarette, the corners of her eyes turning up to match her smile at her son's less than subtle enamorment with you. " Y/N's been having trouble with her typewriter Michael"
" Uh huh.." Michael could all but reply as he watched your lashes flutter in the evening sun beaming through the windows as your fingers flicked through the file of documents on Polly's desk.
" Maybe you could show her...how to change the ink cartridge?" Polly encouraged him as you finally looked up to see the young man staring back at you.
" Erh yeh, sure" he promptly replied, sending you a smile to diffuse the look of confusion on your face. What had him all flustered? You thought to yourself furrowing your brow as you showed him to your desk whilst Polly sent her nephew a satisfied smirk. So she was doing this on purpose, purposely getting under his fucking skin. Tommy thought to himself as he marched to his door.
" Y/N, my office. Now" Tommy's voice boomed as he waited, checking his pocket watch in what could only be a blatant sign for you to, hurry the fuck up.
"Excuse me" you said bolting away from the young man with Tommy's appointment book in hand, tucking your hair behind your ear as you entered what felt like a triangle of stares between Tommy, his Aunt and cousin.
"Don't have something to do, Michael?" Tommy asked with a quizzical brow, not bothering to wait around for a response when his cousin opened his mouth before Tommy slammed his office door shut. " Sit" he demanded, his tone of voice absent of the niceties from the previous day as he leaned against the frame of the window lighting a cigarette, his eyes studying you from head to toe. Whatever did happen to your stockings? Tommy mused as his eyes darted down to your bare legs, his tongue wetting at how far up those legs he had seen mere hours ago." Now correct me if I'm wrong, but did you not say you were serious about your position in my offices? No distractions? Is my cousin a distraction for you Y/N?" Tommy said clearing his throat, flicking a scattering of ash into a decorative glass dish resting on the windowsill as he looked out onto the streets below him. Day-dreaming would have to wait.
"What?...No, no! You replied profusely shaking your head, feeling your emotions bubble up from an overwhelming start to your new life in Birmingham, and the telling off you were undoubtedly about to get from the most feared man in the smoke-fogged town.
"And the delivery boys are they a distraction too?" Tommy said as he blew a cloud of smoke up to the ceiling before the heavy sound of his pristinely polished boots traveled across the room to the edge of the desk in front of you, the buckle of his belt at eye level causing you to glance away in embarrassment. Well, isn't that sweet? Tommy chuckled to himself, your blushing cheeks giving him enough reassurance to know you weren't a woman of loose morals like the others.
" No. No...I was just being friendly, I..." You said feeling your eyes suddenly brimming with tears as he sat down on the edge of the desk. You had made a fool of yourself, once again.
" Friendly. Anyone else you plan on being friendly with love? Does the whole of Small Heath have the pleasure of looking forward to your charm?" He replied with a tone of disdain and irritation as you searched for a response. You were just trying to get by in what felt like a completely different world, just trying to be nice. " And here's me thinking you were serious about working for me" Tommy said with a look of disappointment spread across his face as he glanced down at your eyes fixed on your thumbs frantically rubbing against each other as a shame you hadn't felt in your attempts to be cordial suddenly heated your cheeks to a fiery warmth with every loud thump of your quickened heart. " Maybe you're not suited for this line of work, hm? Tommy said arching a brow as he went to stand up, and you, without an ounce of reflection, grabbed hold of your boss's leg.
" Please don't fire me..." You sobbed, your emotions finally getting the better of you. " I was just...trying to be nice" you wept, clutching onto him as Tommy's lips parted at the unexpected, but undoubtedly welcome contact of your delicate grip on him." I'm sorry" you said quickly pulling your hand away suddenly realising how inappropriate you had been. Is that what he thought you were, an immature girl that loved the thrills of flirting with any man in her presence? You thought to yourself as you tucked your hands under your thighs, shamefully looking up at your boss and the piercing stare he was now giving you.
" Y/N, there are two things I expect from my employees. Professionalism and trustworthiness. But from you, I expect a third" Tommy said as he watched your tears stream down your cheeks, hanging on to every word he said. " Loyalty" he finished as your fidgeting suddenly stopped and you locked eyes, Tommy's briefly darting between your own and your cherry red lips now stained from your trickling tears. Everything about you was so intoxicating, even that expensive perfume you had probably spent half of your life savings on. Lemon and aldehyde was it? Chanel No5. My my, someone was trying to make a good impression. Was this all for him? Tommy thought to himself as he watched you nod your head in agreement, desperately trying to hold onto your new life, and it's future he now held in his hands.
"I'm sorry I disappointed you. It won't happen again " you replied to the very man who's whole agenda has suddenly become, you.
" Good " Tommy ended his interrogation as you wiped your tears from your cheeks, searching in your skirt pocket for anything to dab away your embarrassment when your handkerchief fell onto the floor. " Sweet Afton's" Tommy chuckled, raising a brow as he picked up the burnt out cigarette between his fingers you had found that very morning. An unusual thing to save. He thought to himself when he suddenly realised, had you seen him? Had you been... meddling? " Would have taken you for more of a Craven A girl" Tommy said throwing the burnt rolled cylinder of tobacco in a bin next to his desk, clearing his throat as you watched your only evidence and reminder of the previous nights events being discarded of. "Here" Tommy said pulling out a fresh square of neatly folded cotton from within his suit jacket and handing it to you as he bent down to pick up your own, his finger grazing momentarily over the smoothness of your leg as he swiftly placed yours in his pocket as you wiped you cheeks.
" It's not mine" you confessed without realising the severity of what you had just said. So you had seen him. Tommy thought to himself as he tried to gauge exactly how much. " Sweet Afton's, I've never heard of that brand. Is it new? " You inquired as you sniffed away your remaining tears.
"New enough " Tommy replied, a small smirk playing on the corner of his mouth over something so mundane and insignificant as the brand of a cigarette you naively thought the man that had been watching you only used. Did you think you could fish out the owner of a cigarette that the majority of the country smoked? Tommy quietly chuckled to himself as a glint of mischievousness shone in his eyes, the sweetness in your naivety sending a shiver of goosebumps down his spine. You wouldn't last in Small Heath, even as a Londoner. Tommy thought to himself, waiting for another one of your queries as if this was a playful game, him having the upper hand, of course. But when your sweet voice stayed silent, Tommy could only assume you knew nothing more of his little late night stroll that just so happened to end up in front of your home. " Michael has a particular liking for them"
"Michael, Polly's son?" You asked, your brow quickly furrowing as Tommy watched your thoughts frantically tick over.
"An acquired taste. I tend to be more of a Woodbines smoker. Tobacco of the working man" Tommy lied, betting on your naivety to believe him as he continued to further sow the seeds of your suspicious mind.
" Woodbines? I'd say you've surpassed the class of a working man, wouldn't you Sir? " You replied as you looked around his costly office filled with luxurious rich mahogany furniture and the finest of staples any man of the upper class would possess.
" I'll let you be the judge of that Miss Y/L/N" Tommy replied, his mouth parting at your use of such formalities. Maybe he could do things the proper way this time, the correct way. He thought to himself as his eyes drifted down to the way the small rose pendant on the end of your necklace subtly moved with each breath you took, playfully luring him in. Who was he kidding, he would be a fool to think he could be so patient. And Tommy was no fool.
"I should get back to work" you said standing up, your movements snapping Tommy out of his deviant thoughts as you headed for his office door.
" Y/N" he stopped you, catching your elbow before you opened the door. " I feel I may have been a little harsh with you hm? " He confessed, the sudden softness in his voice catching you of guard. A brief glimpse into his lesser intimidating side piquing your curiosity.
" You wasn't" you looked up doe-eyed, your telling off still uncomfortably too recent to forget. For what was the briefest of moments, you found yourself getting completely lost in the oceans of his eyes as the man that never showed an ounce of fear held your gaze. There was something about him you couldn't quite put your finger on. Was it his charm, the authority he possessed or something entirely different? With each fraction of a second that past, you began to feel he was hiding a whole different self behind his crystal eyes as you sunk deeper into his stare.
"Y/N" Polly's voice awoke you from what had only been mere seconds of you pondering who your boss really was.
" There's a delivery that needs your signature" she said holding the door open as Tommy let go of your elbow, his Aunt looking right past you to her nephew who was now causally leaning against the frame of the door, watching you gracefully walk away.
"Not this one Tommy. You let her be. She's a good girl, she deserves someone..." Polly said standing in front of his line of sight, blocking him from the only thing his mind was hell-bent on having before he cut her off.
" What? Someone Like Michael?" He replied with a scoff as he reached into his pocket to pull out a cigarette. " I feel a change Aunty, a good one" he smiled wickedly, blowing the fumes from his cigarette in her face. " Now, stay out of it" he warned, his smile quickly dropping as the blues of his eyes turned to coal. " We wouldn't want anyone getting hurt from you interfering, would we? He smirked as he nodded to her son Michael in the adjoining office.
" You wouldn't dare" Polly's eyes widened, grabbing his arm as he turned to leave, a mere shrug of his shoulder and a sharp look he had conjured up from the very depths of hell, worthy of his only true fiery opponent enough for her to let go as she stepped back with heed.
" Wouldn't I?..."
NEXT PART
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Tumblr in the 60s – Part 2
Part 1 / Deleted Scenes
💁🏼♀️brigittebardots Follow
anyone want to get fake married so i can get the pill to slut around
💋 marrymetwiggy Follow
Just say you have painful monthlies, I heard it works if you have a nice doctor!
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Remember you still should use the sheet whenever possible. Stay safe ♡
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♒ let-the-sunshine-in Follow
i think there's something wrong with me, i'm just so sleepy all the time, it's not fair
👭 marvelettesofficial Follow
That's because you spend all your nights listening to radio luxembourg
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i heard nothing last night so i built an antenna out of poultry net, iron wire and bits of tin. i cut my fingers and our family chickens ran away
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A small price to pay for some music.
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the antenna fell apart before the german guy stopped talking
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me: chilling
my brain: if you were shot and weren't sure whether you'd live or die should you call the cops to make sure your murderer gets caught or call the ambulance to increase your chance of survival
me: what
🗣 elviskneesofficial-deactivated19631119
There should be a number that'd reach both of those
🕺 elvisherselvis Follow
That number already exists. It's been used in my city for like a two decades.
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🕺 elvisherselvis Follow
Fuck you I'm British.
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Oh my G, this post from -62 sounds so prophetic now that they're trying to make the 911 thing catch on, where's that jagger meme
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🕺 elvisherselvis Follow
This is literally not gift of prophecy. I told you back when this post was first made that this number has already existed in UK for years. It was obviously going to spread elsewhere, even US was bound to catch on at some point.
🏆 petebest-or-bust Follow
you are still here?? keeping an eye on this post??
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you're so grumpy @elvisherselvis maybe you should phone the emergency number and get a wahhh-mbulance
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my date: Oh I listen to folk as well!
me: That's so cool! Who are your favourites?
my date: I'm sooo into Bob Dylan.
me:
my date: Is everything okay?
me, stuffing jelly babies into my purse: I have to go, like, right now, immediately, sorry
#it's okay if you liked dylan before he became the judas he is #but you can't call yourself a folk fan if you still support him #ugghh i hate him #electric guitar using lil bitch #sigh #jelly baby meme #bob dylan critical // #anti bob dylan // #bob dylan hate //
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Cock and balls, I'm watching this previously banned american film where an american man is trying to fuck a soviet spy (played by famously very russian Greta Garbo) by offering her champagne and he is like "have you never had champagne?" and Greta is like "never 🥺 only goat's milk and a ration of vodka in the army" and the tv screen freezed and was like "ERROR!! CHAMPAGNE HAS BEEN SERVED IN SOVIET UNION SINCE 1936" I'm 😂😂😂
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You Americans will say anything to make Soviet stuff look silly
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Where do you think I am watching soviet tv from?? Or did I miss the memo where americans have the monopoly on joking about their own damn country??
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"In future there will be telephones you can take with you anywhere" I can't even fucking listen to Radio Luxembourg without building a goddamn satellite, sending it to space, reciting spells and prayers, and sticking the radio out of the window at 2am EET. And even then it needs to be snowing for it to work because the radio wave fairies like snow or some shit
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preach
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#this probably won't be very popular because some of these are very niche but i had fun#is the radio luxembourg station being impossible to listen to an universal experience?#i feel like older people in finland have a permanent chip on their shoulder because listening to it was so hard#there is a possibility ninotchka is doing a little time travel here; i remember this corrected version was shown at some point#but it may have been later#anyway just enjoy the ride#tumblr in the 60s#1960s#dashboard simulator#fake dashboard#60s#unreality
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Doing quizies for fun!
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writing interview game
honestly, i very much doubt that anyone wants to read what i have to say about writing, but i got tags from some lovely friendly people (thank you to @garagepaperback, @citrusses, @arminaa8 and @wholahoop) so let's start and we'll see where it takes us.
how many works do you have on ao3? 31
what's your total ao3 word count? 368,607
your top 5 stories by kudos?
Nor All That Glisters
Kept in Cages with @ihopeyoubothstaysafefromharm (art)
Dreaming Skies with @tackytigerfic
Among the Elements
When The Party's Over
do you respond to comments? no, i'm awful, i don't think about it too much or i feel absolutely overwhelmed. i read and appreciate every single one though (except the draco simps complaining about glisters you know who you are) and in my dreams i will reply to you all one day.
what's the fic you've written with the angstiest ending? i don't really do angsty endings, although i did recently write a creepy timeloop fic! also, if anyone wants a laugh please check out the first bookmark on that fic, which is named After the Time Loop:
(also, 'a good enough fic' yeah well your reading comprehension skills aint all that either mate)
what's the fic you've written with the happiest ending? maybe kept in cages?
do you write crossovers? no
have you ever received hate on a fic? not just hate on my fic, hate on my fic that somehow led to me being accused of something i didn't do and basically ostracised from fandom for like nine months. wild!
do you write smut? intermittently
have you ever had a fic stolen? no-one would bother. though i think AI is stealing from all our fics right?
have you ever had a fic translated? yes! the lovely @moonletterss has translated several of my fics into brazilian portuguese! and by the way i had the nicest comment a few weeks back from someone who'd read the translation and came to say thank you to me too, so i'm super grateful to you moon <3
have you ever co-written a fic before? yes, i had the time of my life with @tackytigerfic on dreaming skies and my dream is to write a drarry with them one day if they'll have me. i think there are probably two other people i'd love to co-write with, but i'd be too shy to say!
what's your all-time favourite ship? so basic, but drarry
what's a wip that you want to finish but don't think you ever will? omg i started a fic many MANY moons ago which was actually supposed to be a gift for @vukovich with a fairly morally corrupt draco who works for vice squad and is sent in undercover to let some guy pick him up, and harry's his handler and has to watch him in frustration as he shows off for all the hidden cameras etc. not sure it's something i would write well these days but you never know!
what are your writing strengths? dialogue, pacing (i think)
what are your writing weaknesses? everything that's not dialogue, also i joyfully skip back and forth all over the shop when i'm writing a first draft which means i have to force myself to go back through in order afterwards to make it all make sense. there are better ways, i'm sure, but i really don't care.
what are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic? oh, definitely! what, as opposed to jkr's 'eet ees lucky zat 'e is marrying me'?? yes, no thanks to that. i'm sure i've had some french in there before, and i seem to recall asking people for italian and german advice though i reckon that was like book titles and not dialogue. but definitely i would!
what's a fandom/ship you haven't written for yet but want to? oh god, f1, always the one that got away.
what's your favourite fic you've ever written?
nor all that glisters (i'll never not be proud of that as an achievement, especially given the pit of postpartum despair i was in), dreaming skies, or silhouettes
tagging: @tackytigerfic, @maesterchill, @kamaela, @shiftylinguini, @moonflower-rose, @epitomereally, @lemonlimelea, @sorrybutblog, @oknowkiss and anyone else and if you've done it pls lmk so i can hunt it down and reblog <3
#drarry#dron#dronarry#ask games#seriously i have close to zero advice to offer about actual writing#probably not much about anything else either
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tini day 💕🍼
2day was very tini day for Vee.. woke up sad babi n took th day to cheer m up
here today brekkie <3 somefin simpl bc was not too motivated to eet

then i play some ice cream shop w m stuffies ^w^ luv th babnana split i dids for Bob-Omb :3





also play w m Lalaloopsy dollies, made em form a band n sing Paramore ! :0 also listen to som music n dance aroun very silly.. was very funs :'3 did som chores too while smol n it was very gud too <3 oh ! n did som color pages for Dolly & Mimi for xmas !! n then play Little Kitty, Big City dat Dolly got for m for xmas too n i finish it !! :D
n last here today dinnah ! >u< lov these sm i need get them more often !!
need mor tini days.. jus babi bat bein silly n havin fun :'3


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