#i'm giving names to my crochet tops now

[queerstudiesnatural]

SANDY, ROBIN, and TINKERBELL crochet tops

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[whimsyfinny]

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: Charlie discovers the Winchester boys to be struggling with keeping the bunker tidy, looking after themselves and being able to do their job simultaneously. Luckily she has a friend who’s from a Hunter family that is in need of work and can help them with research. Or so she thought that’s what her job would be. When Dean sees your more domesticated side, his head won’t stop swimming with all the wrong ideas.

Slow burn, enemies to lovers, smut

Warnings: language, violence, oral (male receiving)

Chapter Word Count: 5306

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A/N: kind of an odd chapter tbh, there was a few things that I wanted to write so it felt best to squeeze them all in together. I want to start getting into the romance side of things with Dean, so I guess that starts here. Also I’ve been away sick so I’ve added a bit of spiciness.

New readers start here: Prologue

Previous Chapter: Chapter 13

I’m Not Your F*cking Maid

Chapter 14

I grasped the hanger off the rail and slung the pair of flared jeans over my arm to join the other items I was purchasing. Dean had been kind enough to give me a hundred bucks in cash - God knows where from - to get myself whatever I needed whilst he and Sam sauntered off to the menswear stores. As I browsed, lifting a crocheted crop top up before scrunching my nose at the thought of how little it would cover, the bell to the store jingled as someone else walked in. I heard footsteps slowly pace down the short aisle I was in, and as I placed the top back on the rail, I almost jumped out of my skin as someone started talking.

“Oh hey, it's (Y/n) right? You're bunking with the Winchester boys?”

I snapped my head up at the female voice, not expecting anyone out here but Sam and Dean to know my name. My eyes met a pair of warm brown ones, faint crows feet in the corners from years of joy and smiles. I recognised her; she was the short haired woman in the bunker kitchen the night we got back from the strip club.

“Uuhhhh ye- yes! You know Sam and Dean?” My expression was clearly confused as she grinned and held out her hand.

“The names Jody Mills. I've known the boys for a while now - through hunting. It's a pleasure to meet you at last - I've heard great things about you,” I juggled the clothing in my arms and grasped her outstretched hand, giving it a firm shake. She seemed to grin at that.

“Oh, they talk about me? I had no idea,” I suddenly felt a little nervous, the knowledge that I've been the topic of conversations unbeknownst to myself made me sweat a little. Jody seemed to notice this.

“They've only had great things to say, so don't panic! Especially that boy Dean. Not sure how you've done it chick but you really got that wild card wrapped around your little finger,” she raised her eyebrows almost suggestively and I felt heat start to prickle my skin.

“Wh-what? No no no, he's not-” I watched as her head tilted in my direction, eyebrows still raised as a slight grin tugged on her lips. “Have I really?”

She hummed and nodded her head, starting to flick through the clothing rail that I'd been looking at before.

“I've known that boy a few years now, and I've never seen him run to anyone the way he ran to you that night you appeared in the kitchen, looking like a kicked kitten,” she smiled softly and squeezed my arm, “you're something special to him honey, so try not to break his heart.”

“Oh,” was all I managed to say, with what I can imagine was the dumbest look on my face as I felt myself getting redder by the second. A phone ringing suddenly pulled me from my dazed thoughts as Jody reached into her pocket and answered the call. She spoke in a sterner tone than what she'd used with me, and after a few words were exchanged she hung up and returned the device to her pocket.

“I've gotta get going, but I'll try and catch you all again later. I'm in the area for a bit so I'll try and pop by. It was lovely to meet you (Y/n),” she squeezed my arm one last time before turning to leave, the bell on the door signalling her departure. I stood for a moment, my mind spinning from what she'd said about Dean. There was absolutely no way that what she'd said was true. I mean, I beat the crap out of him when we first met, and we've bickered a lot. I guess we've not argued for a good few days. And we've had sex. Oh the sex. I bit my lip as thoughts of us tangled in his sheets came to mind. Not just thoughts, but memories. Like I said to him this morning, we're just fuck buddies. Right?

*

Leaving the store with two large paper bags in one hand and my phone in the other, I first dialled Sam to find out where he was down this stretch of high street. When it went to voicemail, I hung up and dialled Deans number instead. It rang and rang, and when I thought his was going to ring through as well, he finally answered.

“Hey sweetheart, what's up?”

“Hey, I'm finished getting what I need. Whereabouts are you?”

“Uhhh…” I heard him turn to the shop assistant and ask for the name of the store he was in before he relayed it to me.

“Cool, I'll be there in two minutes. See you soon.”

“See ya.”

And with a click I hung up and tucked my phone into my back pocket and walked no more than two hundred yards to get to where he was still trying on boots. As I gingerly walked in, well aware it was a men's store and I was currently the only woman in here, Deans head snapped to the door when the arrival bell jingled.

“Hey sweetheart, you're just in time! I have no idea what to get.”

I couldn't help but chuckle slightly at the thought of the great Dean Winchester getting stumped by the more domesticated side of life.

“Well I'm here to help,” I placed my bags on the bench next to his discarded jacket. “What are the options?”

We must've spent half an hour going over the ones he'd shortlisted, then he chose an entirely different pair anyway, unrelated to the ones he'd picked out for himself.

Leaving the store and a quick phone call between the brothers, we all concluded that now was the best time to stop for lunch. Dean and I made a quick trip back to Baby to drop off our bags, with Dean opting to sport his brand new boots in favour of his old and decrepit ones. It was a short walk back to the high street now that we were bag free, and I could see Sam a mile off - his tall frame loitering outside the chosen diner, the occasional woman walking past throwing a few looks his way. He, of course, was oblivious to those looks, and when he spotted us as we neared he offered a wave. He sprouted a wide, friendly grin as we came to stand next to him.

“You guys get everything you need?”

“Yep! Took Cinderella a while to find the right boots but we got there in the end,” I flashed Dean a playful smirk as he tilted his head in slight annoyance at the nickname, which pulled a light hearted laugh from Sam.

“Oh yeah? Well, at least I didn’t spend twenty bucks on a thrifted Carhartt hoodie.”

“Hey that is durable shit, it’s worth every penny.”

“You could've had one of mine, I don't wear hoodies much anymore.”

“I somehow feel like there'd be a catch with that.”

“Uuhh, I got my jacket, if anyone cares?” Sam decided to interject, and we both turned to look at him.

“Good for you Sammy.”

“Yeah, nice one Sam,” I looked around for a second, not seeing any bags, “where is it?”

He gave me a funny look.

“What?”

“Seriously?” He asked, looking between Dean and myself. I looked at the older Winchester and seemed to have the same questions I did.

“Guys, I’m wearing it. Did you seriously not notice?”

I bit my lip.

“It looks exactly the same,” Dean spoke my own thoughts out loud.

“Well I mean technically it is. But it's not all scuffed up. Look you can clearly tell it's new,” he gestured with his hands that were still in his pockets, flapping the jacket around like he was an elongated flying squirrel.

“Not really.”

“Nope,” Dean popped the ‘p’ before he walked past both of us, “come on guys I'm starving, can we just go in?”

*

A simple lunch in the diner turned into beers in the bar which somehow turned into karaoke followed by shots. The place was bustling - all tables and booths occupied and a permanent flow of people ordering drinks. Most of the guys were of similar tastes, donning boots and leather jackets whilst the few women that were there pranced around in short-shorts and low cut tops. I for one felt a little out of place. The three of us were lucky to snag a booth, albeit close to the small stage situated up front, and I’d tucked myself into the corner, cradling my rum and coke. Dean had left his jacket beside me whilst he’d ventured off to challenge a group of guys to a ‘friendly’ game of pool, his laugh occasionally flowing over the chatter and music towards where Sam and I were sitting.

“How long do you think it’ll be until they realise they’re being conned?” I quizzed, taking a gulp from my glass and letting the bubbles fizz on my tongue before swallowing. Sam chuckled, taking a second before answering.

“Uhhh I don’t think these guys will find out until tomorrow morning.” We both laughed, knowing full well that Dean will spend all night gloating about how great he is, how we should bow in respect of the swindle master. I was lost in thought for a moment, wondering how much money he would actually walk away with when Sam’s voice pulled me back to reality.

“(Y/n), can I ask you something?”

I took another gulp of my drink, knowing full well what that puppy-dog look in Sam’s eyes meant, that furrow in his brow only accentuating it.

“Sure, go ahead.”

He took a breath.

“Are you ok? Like, really ok? Because if I’m honest, if I saw someone who I thought was dead - that I used to be in love with - stand before me after years of believing I’d never see them again; I don’t think I would be ok.”

I fiddled with the hem of Deans shirt sleeve for a second, my brain swarming with every thought I’ve been avoiding since the other night and keeping every little buzz under lock and key. I hated to admit it, but I was afraid to open Pandora’s box for the fear of ice cold confrontation. It wasn’t the wisest option, but putting the skeletons back in their closet and throwing out the key was what I genuinely thought was best. I let out an emotionally exhausted sigh before slumping back in my seat.

“I’m not ok. It still feels like some sort of fucked up fever dream, but… but thinking about it isn’t going to make me feel any better. Talking about someone who’s been dead to me for years isn’t going to take this messed up feeling away. In my mind, there’s nothing to get over where he’s concerned. Yeah, he was my teenage sweetheart, but I’m a grown woman now with a whole new brain and a whole new heart,” I could’ve kicked myself for letting my eyes flick over to Dean.

Sam sighed, resting his elbows on the table, a small smile twitching on his lips.

“If you’re sure, because you know I’m always here if you want to talk.”

“I know, thanks Sam,” I gave him a soft smile, reaching across the table to squeeze his hand. “Although, just one thing…”

“What’s that?” He sat up straighter.

“I don’t think it’s Daniel as a person that has me feeling like this - I grieved him and moved on from him years ago. I think… I think it’s the thought of that soul crushing sorrow coming back that scares me the most. The kind of sorrow that makes you forget what day it is; that stops you from eating and going outside and taking care of yourself. It makes you lose friends and interest in hobbies. It makes the whole world look grey and lifeless. You feel so unbearably numb that you aren’t even sure why you’re alive anymore. It makes you want to die.”

“(Y/n)…” Sam seemed at a loss for any other words as he held my hand softly across the table, running his thumb gently over my knuckles. I took a deep breath before carrying on.

“I felt like that when I lost Daniel, but when I lost Bobby, I… I…” I felt my voice crack slightly, “when I lost Bobby it was so much worse, I genuinely never thought I’d be normal ever again. Luckily for me, Charlie found me,” I grinned, remembering her determination to piece me back together. I looked up from where our hands joined, meeting Sam’s gaze.

“The only way I’d go through any of that again would be if I was to lose you guys. I know it’s not been long, but for once I’ve found something that makes me want to get out of bed in the mornings. That shit is hard to find.”

We both took a moment, feeling the weight of my words as we shared a gaze. I knew from the way his brows drew together and that far away look in his eyes that he felt everything I’d said. He’d experienced it first hand. And he knew that he didn’t have to say much, if anything, to convey that he understood. Slowly pulling my hand out from under his and placing my palm over his knuckles, I gave a gentle squeeze before standing, letting him go and grasping my glass. I threw the last mouthful back, the liquid vigorously fizzing down my throat before warming my chest. As I swallowed, I held my glass up and raised an eyebrow at Sam.

“Well shit, would you look at that - my glass is empty. Guess I’m heading to the bar. You need a top up?”

“Yeah, please. Remind me to get the next round,” he grinned as I slid out the booth and headed towards the bar. As I waded through the crowd I passed the pool table, glancing over at Dean who was deeply engrossed in taking a player's hard earned money out of his grasp. I watched the smug grin spread over his lips as he counted then pocketed the cash.

I looked up to see an opening at the bar so I squeezed in, perching myself on a stale beer-scented barstool whilst I waited for the barman to notice me. After a couple of minutes of being served he placed the drinks before me and I paid on one of Deans ‘special’ credit cards, scooping all three glasses into my grasp - with an insane amount of skill - and turned to leave. The moment my ass left the seat cushion however I found myself toe-to-toe with a very tall and very rugged stranger, the smell of cigarettes and old leather wafting around him.

“Not seen you around these parts before doll; I know I’d recognise such a pretty face,” he had a grim smirk on his face and his voice was like sandpaper - rough but certainly not sexy. I tried to take a step back but only ended up seated back on the barstool.

“Just passing through,” I did my best to flash a polite smile in the hopes he would sense I didn’t want to have this conversation. No such luck.

“A pretty thing like you shouldn’t be in a place like this all alone. Things might…happen.”

A shudder ascended my spine into my neck and I tried my best to subtly shake it out before I gave into my more defensive side.

“Who the fuck do you think I am with this many drinks? They’re clearly not all mine… ergo, I have company.”

His gross grin widened, the subject of my statement clearly not settling correctly in the empty space between his ears.

“Getting feisty… I like it. Can’t get much better than a little thing with a mouth.”

I shuddered again.

“What part of ‘I have company’ do you not fucking understand? And even if I was alone, I definitely wouldn’t be going anywhere with you.”

His grimy smirk faltered slightly, finally absorbing some of my words that seemed to be floating in the air around his thick skull.

“Aw don’t be like that.”

“Oh I’m gonna ‘be like that’ until you leave me the fuck alone.”

He took a lumbering step forwards, pushing me further onto the barstool.

“See now there’s a point when a mouth on a pretty thing becomes down right obnoxious, and you’re nearing that point sweetheart.”

“Don’t you fucking ‘sweetheart’ me you dick,” I was mentally preparing to buy another round of drinks as the thought of throwing these three at this asshole was becoming sweeter by the second, and people were starting to watch on but there wasn’t a single white knight in sight.

“Well now you’ve just crossed that line,” the second I saw him start to raise his arms my instincts kicked in and I gave into my previous thought and doused him in liquor, the amber liquid running down his face and neck and soaking into his clothes. He looked down at himself in disbelief before lifting his head back up, this time baring his teeth and raising his hand as if to slap me. I reflexively raised my arms and squeezed my eyes shut, bracing for impact.

“You stupid bitch.”

“If you touch a hair on her goddamn head ‘imma put you six feet under.”

My eyes shot open and I lowered my hands to see a seething Dean Winchester, a single strong hand wrapped around my harasser's wrist.

“Who the fuck are you?”

The faintest smirk pulled at the corner of Deans mouth before disappearing as quickly as it appeared, leaving nothing but quiet rage burning across his features.

“I’m about to be your biggest fucking problem.”

Before the asshole could even react Deans hand went from twelve O’clock to six O’clock in half a second with a sickening snap, breaking the jerks elbow with deadly skill. Practised skill. Whilst my harasser cried out and cradled his limp arm, Dean let go of him before a few of the onlookers gave Dean a nod of approval before escorting the creep out. Once he knew he was out of the building, Dean turned to me, softly grasping my chin between his thumb and index finger.

“Are you ok? He didn’t hurt you, did he?” He tilted my face left and right, scrutinising over my unharmed skin. When he was sure that there wasn’t a scratch on me he let go, relief flooding his gaze as he sighed.

“Dean I’m fine, I promise,” I reached up, fingers hesitantly grazing his stubbled cheek before I thought better of it and dropped my hand to his shoulder, giving it a squeeze.

“I swear to God (Y/n), if he’d laid a finger on you he’d get a lot more than a busted elbow,” his hand came to rest on my bicep, his long fingers gently wrapping around my arm in subconscious comfort, almost pulling me towards him. My own hand seemed to slide down from his shoulder to rest softly on his chest, my fingertips feeling the steady thrum of his heartbeat beneath.

“I know,” I reassured, giving him a little smile to which he returned. I felt my soft smile turn mischievous as thoughts started conjuring in my mind.

“Come on, Sam is waiting for another drink, let's order and get back to the table.”

The bartender had seen Dean step in to help me, so luckily for us this round was on the house. As we slid into the booth opposite Sam I slid his drink over to him.

“What happened back there?” He asked, mildly concerned.

“Just some asshole thinking I was gonna leave this place with him,” I sighed, sitting down, Dean taking his seat beside me. Sam's eyes flicked between the two of us.

“I'm sure I saw him leave with his arm all out of shape, was that-”

“Yeah well, shrimp-dick had it coming,” Dean was doing his best to act nonchalant, however the moment our eyes met over the top of our drinks we couldn't stop the giggles from tumbling out.

“Guys, Dean, you can't go around breaking elbows-”

“Relax Sammy. No one's gonna say anything, they all saw him acting like a creep. Just didn't have the balls to step in. Anyway,” a darker look clouded his eyes as his gaze bore into his younger brother, “he was harassing our girl, Sam. Ain't no way in Hell I was gonna let that slide.”

There was a moment of thick silence before Sam nodded, finally agreeing with Deans actions, knowing that if it had come down to it, he might've done the same. I raised my glass to my lips, taking a long sip before placing it back on the table, looking between the boys as they continued to have some sort of silent conversation that I wasn't a part of. The mischievous thoughts from earlier kept bubbling in my mind, and it didn't take any self-convincing for me to act on them. I shuffled slightly closer to Dean, not enough to draw attention to myself but enough to be in touching distance. I glanced up at him, making sure he was totally unaware and focused on his drink before I reached out slowly, letting my soft fingertips glide over the rough denim of his jeans. I glanced up at him when I heard him inhale his drink, spluttering slightly as I squeezed the inside of his thigh. I traced the length of his inseam, watching his grip on his glass tighten, the tanned skin over his knuckles paling.

“You ok there?” I asked, feigning concern with a quirk of a brow.

“Oh I'm just peachy sweetheart,” his voice came out low, lower than I think he was expecting it to as his eyes nervously darted to Sam who was too busy opening his laptop to notice. Dean leant back on the bench, the worn leather creaking under his weight. He looked at me out of the corner of his eye, pausing for a moment before lifting his arm closest to me, as though inviting me to sit closer. Eager to oblige I scooted towards him, nibbling my bottom lip when I felt his large hand rest softly on my back, subconsciously pulling me in. I crossed one leg over the other, turning into him slightly, tilting my head to get a better look at his face.

“I think I left something in the car, would you mind coming with me whilst I grab it?”

He looked a little puzzled for a moment before shotting the last of his whiskey and nodding his head.

“Sure thing,” he turned to his brother, “hey Sammy, we’ll be back in a few.”

Sam grunted a reply, too lost in the article he was reading to pay much attention to us. Dean slid out of the booth and held his hand out to me, which I grasped. His long rough fingers enveloped my hand as he pulled me to my feet. Leaving his jacket behind, we left the bar and made our way to the impala.

The night air had turned chilly, biting at my flushed cheeks as we paced across the lot, taking all of about thirty seconds to reach the impala. Dean was a few steps ahead of me, having unlocked the rear passenger door by the time I'd arrived.

“There you are, grab what you ne- whoa!”

He was caught off guard when I placed my hands on his chest and pushed him down into the car, his broad form filling the space in the back with ease. I climbed in after him, closing the door and crawling along the back bench towards him. It took a moment, but Dean eventually caught on.

“Oh, I’m liking where this is going.”

I chewed at my bottom lip, watching him settle beneath me as he propped up slightly on his elbows, the fabric of his T-shirt stretching thin over his muscular chest.

“I wanted to thank you for being my hero. That’s the second time you’ve rescued me - I wanted to thank you properly. You know, to really show my appreciation.”

It was Deans turn to pull his bottom lip between his teeth, the corners of his plush lips turning up.

“You know, I’m starting to think you might be trouble,” his voice was getting lower with every word, each syllable rumbling in his chest and vibrating into my fingertips.

I couldn’t help but chuckle at his words, feeling some truth to them as I scooted down the bench to sit between his legs before slipping into the large footwell. I patted the seat in front of me, and it didn’t even take a second for Dean to slide himself into it, sitting up straight. As I sat between his knees and looked up at him, I couldn’t help but marvel at the sight; the way the streetlights painted his face in warm amber, softening his battle-hardened features and reflecting in his eyes like dancing embers from a stoked fire. The shadows didn’t seem contradictory - the darkness we were sitting in was far from cold. Dean Winchester was not an artistic man by any means, but he himself was certainly a masterpiece.

I reached up and unbuckled his belt along with the button on his jeans, carefully dragging the zipper down after and tugging the thick fabric along with his boxers off his hips; just enough to dip my hand in and pull out his cock, already hot and heavy in my palm. He made an almost strained noise on contact and my stomach fluttered at the thought of him being so sensitive. So sensitive at my mercy. I adjusted my grip on him before going up and down, once… twice… three times… over and over at a sinfully slow pace. His hands gripped his thighs like they had nowhere else to go, and when I looked up he was watching every move I was making with knotted brows and parted lips. His eyes only found mine when I straightened my back and leant forwards, gliding my tongue up the thick length of him but avoiding the tip. Mimicking my hand, I licked up and down again and again, ever so slowly gaining speed before I finally dragged my tongue over his tip and plunged his whole cock down my throat.

“Oh fuck,” Dean gasped out, his large palms flying to my hair - long fingers knotting with the soft strands. I could tell he wanted nothing more than to shove my head down as far as it would go, but his self restraint shone through. I started to move, slowly at first, head bobbing without missing a beat. The feeling of his cock pressing against the back of my throat over and over was fine at first, but the longer I sucked him off the urge to gag grew. The size of Deans cock was not something to be taken lightly, and after a couple of minutes the impending gag hit and I pulled him out of my mouth.

“Shit, (Y/n)… How are you so good at this?” He hissed out in a breath I’m sure he’d been holding since I'd started. I assumed the question was rhetorical as I gave him a few pumps, swallowing the excess spit and precum on my tongue before leaning back in. One by one I placed hot, wet kisses up his length, placing the final one on his tip before I pulled it back into my mouth. With the new found sensitivity of my gag reflex ever-present, I avoided taking him too far down my throat, this time using one hand to reach where my mouth couldn't at his base. Adding a little twist, I felt his grip tighten once again in my hair, his long fingers absently scooping loose strands away from my face. The combination of feeling him lose his mind beneath me and the tenderness of his touch sent a flutter to my heart which quickly travelled south at the sound of his euphoric groan, his head lolling back and eyes closing. As I pressed my tongue to the large vein scaling his length I could feel his rapid pulse, my own heart rate almost as fast as his. As I continued to bob my head, I could feel him gather all my hair in one hand, his other softy tracing down over my temple, my cheek and my lips before stopping at my chin, a single swipe from his thumb removing most if the spit and precum that was threatening to stream down my neck. I would consider my next move a grave mistake - looking up through my damp lashes to meet Deans white-hot gaze fixated and fascinated with every little motion I made. The blissed-out look in his eyes could have turned a weaker woman into a puddle right then and there, and I surprised myself with my own resilience. He continued to hold me with one hand in my hair and a soft grip on my chin, my own free hand moving to grip him near the inside of his thigh. Another soft moan slipped from his lips as I started to speed up, not caring for the ache in my jaw or mess he was now too preoccupied to swipe away. I was surprised when no words left Deans lips, his usual blasphemous language replaced with velvety moans of pleasure. I could tell he was nearing his peak when his cock twitched between my lips, again and again before before he finally groaned out a strained:

“Fuck, oh shit.”

His grip tightened, like he was trying to pull me off him, however when that telltale throb made his cock graze the back of my throat I removed my hand from his base and enveloped him in his entirety, a final, breathy gasp and groan tumbling from Deans lips before the sensation of warm, viscous liquid spilled across the back of my tongue. It took a moment for the ropes to stop coming, and when they did I pulled him from my mouth slowly, looking up at his breathless form. Not taking my eyes from his, I parted my lips slightly to show his cum, glazing my tongue, before closing my mouth and swallowing the thick liquid down. He let out another groan, his grip finally releasing my hair as he ran his hands over his face, taking a moment for his eyes to find mine again.

“Holy shit, sweetheart… I feel like I just died and went to heaven.”

I couldn't stop the stupid giggle spilling from my lips as I wiped the spit from my lips and chin with the bottom of Deans shirt that I was wearing.

“For a moment there I thought you had too.”

He grinned down at me, perhaps a little bashful as he tucked himself back into his pants and refastened his belt. As he finished up, a few moments of silence hung over us as I still remained nestled between his strong thighs. His eyes met mine and they seemed to hold a thousand words that he wanted to say, and when nothing came from his lips he simply held out his hand to pull me into his lap. Just as my fingers grazed his, however, there was a loud rap at the window which spooked both of us out of our skin.

“Motherfucker,” Dean muttered before rolling down the window, and a small wave of guilt and embarrassment washed over me when I heard Sam's disbelieving yet humoured voice coming from outside.

“Guys are you fucking serious?!”

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2, 12, 21, 25 for the end of the year asks! (:

Yaaaaay okay! (Mutuals who missed the original post, here you go! Please ask me more of these!)

2. Album of the Year

I mean. Rise and Fall of a Midwest Princess was always going to run away with this. One of my cool coworkers told me about her in like, March, so as far as lesbians go I was a bit late to the Chappell Roan party. You have no idea how delighted I am that there's an out and proud lesbian artist that the queer women I hang around with are listening to that makes music that's like, fun? And actually hot? Can you tell that I was not thriving in the King Princess/girl in red era?

Her poppiest songs are a ton of fun and her ballads will rip your heart out and she knows how to energize a crowd. She gives me the same feeling I had when I was 11 and listening to Born This Way singles on the radio. I literally can't wait for her next album so we can get an official version of The Giver. I would go to war for her.

My top three songs on the album... it's really hard to pick three, and they're not the ones I necessarily listened to the most. But... Pink Pony Club, Red Wine Supernova, and Picture You.

Honorable mention goes to Megan thee Stallion. I'm glad she's out of her old deal and she's making music when and how she wants! Top three songs off Megan are Moody Girl, BOA, and Downstairs DJ. (Although Otaku Hot Girl and Mamushi are both great too. I think it's very cute that the second she went indie she made a couple of weeb songs and she's clearly having the time of her life.)

12. New Friends I Made This Year

Hello lovely new mutuals!

I've also gotten out to a lot of poetry readings this year and I've made new friends that way. I tried salsa dancing for a bit. I'm really pleased with how often I'm getting out lately. I might even head to my local queer craft night next month!

People have been very kind to me this year, honestly. I'm happy about that if nothing else.

21. Something new about my space this year

I took up crochet when I was feeling low at the beginning of the year and now I have so many handmade items in my room! My favorite thing I've actually finished is the princess pillow I posted a while back. Hopefully next year I get my own apartment and I can post all kinds of decor instead of staring longingly at furniture websites and pinterest boards...

I've also been to a couple new cafes in my area and I've found some new walking trails with my friends. Both have been especially lovely.

25. New characters I've created this year

Well! I started playing BG3 this year. I've been kinda making up what my Tav is like as I go along, so nothing's super definitive yet. But! I'm in the middle of Act II and here's what I've got so far. (Here's my first drawing of her. I don't love her outfit yet, so I'll probably draw a few more until I get it right. This is also like, not based on any particular in game clothes, and she's the kind of person who would be very particular about her nice outfits.)

So. Her name is Chrysanthe. She's a half-elf storm sorceress with a noble background. (I haven't completely hashed out the details there, but she at least knew of Wyll before meeting him in game. They'd become "raised with the same stupid expectations" besties, though taking them in a romantic direction would probably be cute too.) She's a bit vain and very protective of her little luxuries, but she really works hard to keep everybody happy and try to find solutions that are agreeable to everybody, but it doesn't always work out for her. A lot of her successful wisdom checks are more outgrowths of trying to understand people she's run into since she left her family, rather than being the type to hole up in a library. (I always like to make characters that come from a well-off, sheltered background that then have to learn about the world firsthand on their own and realize that the world is way kinder than they were ever told. I'm a sucker for that kind of story.) Much like her stormy magic, she's a bit prone to mood swings. I'm romancing her and Karlach right now and I think they would really have a good understanding of each other that way. Chrysanthe probably gets more sad than angry, but somehow it all cancels out when she and Karlach are together.

Also! Chrysanthe means golden (it was the first name that Behind the Name gave me) and it's because of the golden central heterochromia that runs in her family. She's not a natural blonde.

... Reading all this back feels a bit funny. This is the most fun I've had creating a character for something since I was in middle school tbh. Can you tell?

[stars-and-wish-fulfillment]

Hi!! Here's a couple of questions about the SCDverse :)

1. Who are all of the members of The Cast as of right now?

2. With the SCDverse being sentient, does it genuinely care about The Cast? Or is it more of a symbiotic/parasitic relationship between them?

Genuinely really cool to read more about Sticker and their universe, I'm excited to see for when you post more!! :D

You see, that's primarily why SCDverse is in WIP Hell, I plan on having EVERYONE in there but here's all the critters that I have thought about. Everyone here are Critters because everyone in Stray Cat Doors 1 and 2 (was focusing primarily on 2, haven't played 3 yet but I'm planning to) are animals except for the protagonist so I just followed that. Sticker is a weird case for everyone in SCDverse but they all agree he's (mostly- might have a bit of everything else) a cat. You already know Sticker's there so let's talk about his family here. The Dadsters, named The Birbsters here.

This is a very old drawing of them and that's Sticker's old design (but not much changed, just a few bits.) Top is a Blue Macaw with a tiny top hat and Aster is a crow. Top's sons and Aster's Brothers (+ Betelgeuse)are here too, as well as the _____tale residents because I had to give them a happy ending. They're all birds by the way, it's part of why Sticker loves wings and flying so much.

They adopted Sticker by finding him somewhere one day and the rest is history.

This is Stitch (Error). A Fluffy Black cat with a yarn tail. I drew this for an evil artstyle challenge, also an old drawing.

Sticker and Stitch are friends, Stitch often messes with Sticker when he's out puzzling but it's how they play. Stitch uses his tail for yarn when he crochets, just don't ask how he does it with paws. SCDverse is not an Universe where you look for realism.

You can pull and cut Stitch's whiskers for string, just make sure you get his permission first.

This is Cross, don't think I have a nickname for him yet. He's a white wolf and this is also an old drawing. I did this for Underverse's anniversary so I had to celebrate in my own way.

I don't know what to do for XGaster here yet but he's an old wolf. The X-tale cast are just chilling here.

Dream (Dawn), Nightmare (Dusk) and Blue were all Cats but then there's too many cats so I made Dream and Nightmare to Deer and Blue, a dog. Blue still keeps the two toned blue bandana though.

The Murdertime Trio is named The Mischief Trio. I don't have any idea for what Dust and Horror will be but Killer (renamed to Scratcher here because Killer is too graphic for Paracosm, also contemplating changing Horror's name here) is a raccoon.

The Doodlesphere is also a part of The Cast, it's also sapient and it just wants anyone that enters it to enjoy solving it's puzzles, Sticker is mostly the one solving it though.

There is a fast travel option here, it's a door shaped portal on a floating island named The Gateway, it leads to a Hallway of unlocked Doors named The Doorways. Sticker just likes doing it this way.

Paper hung on strings with arrows pointing to The Gateway are there to ensure that no one gets lost and can return home.

The Doodlesphere is a messy and chaotic place where reality seems to bend and warp. Waterfalls fall in any direction, Stairs and steps that lead to Doors or nowhere. Gigantic furniture that serve as a ground for puzzles. Toy fish and jellyfishes swim and float around, potentially carrying useful items. Gravity changes depending on where you are.

It's like if you took several jigsaw puzzles, mixed them together and then you try to solve it like that.

It shifts too, nothing is ever static here. Once a puzzle is solved, it's liable to change bit by bit until it's unrecognizable.

2. Paracosm does genuinely care about The Cast, it's just that it's way of caring includes locking The Cast in a box (it is the box) forever, shielding them from whatever bad thing is out there.

The Cast knows about Paracosm but it's in the same way as they know about The Audience, it is a silent observer that occasionally speaks to them. They have no idea what Paracosm is doing to them and if they do, likely view it as normal. They have no other basis on what is normal after all.

A Paracosm Doodle, This is how it looks like from the outside. The Center is where The Doodlesphere lies and the worlds reside on the never ending rings.

It's dark because Paracosm doesn't want you to see them.

[look-i-love-u]

Weekly Tag Game(s)

I am soooo late. I'm later than late. I'm fucking atrociously late to do these. But maybe you'll still want to read my replies`?! Maybe? I got tagged by so many amazingly lovely people: @juliakayyy, @guinguin1984 , @ardent-fox, @ian-galagher, @francesroserecs, @surviving-maybe, @suzy-queued, @energievie, @creepkinginc, @deathclassic, @iansw0rld, @michellemisfit

Name: Vey

Where in the world are you? Germany

Do you have a favorite towel? No

Can you skip rocks? I can. On a really good day.

Tell me about a weird slang term from your area: Arschgeige (I'll let you figure that one out yourself)

Favorite toast topping: butter and marmelade

Thoughts on bread pudding: Never had it

City or country living? City

How do you cheer yourself up after a bad day? Cuddling my dog

Are you a pessimist or an optimist? I'm trying to counter my pessimistic nature with undying optimism. Works sometimes. Not always.

Can I tag you in random stuff? Definitely! Please do.

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Name: Vey

Age: in my thirties

Favourite colour: Clothes: Black, lipstick: pink

What emoji best describes your current mood? Unfortunately it’s 😑

What season is it where you are right now? Autumn

Were you up before or after the sun this morning? Before

Are you currently in possession of a pumpkin? Nope

Do you prefer to carve or paint your jack-o-lanterns? Carve. But painting is fun too.

Do you have a favorite pumpkin-spice flavored treat? If so, what is it? I don't know what pumpkin-spice is. I do love pumpkin bread and waffles. But those are made with the real thing.

What's your favorite season and what's your favourite pie that you associate with it? Spring. And Strawberry cake. Pie isn't really a thing here.

We're having a pot-luck, what are you going to bring? couscous salad and aioli

It's chilly outside and you need a hot drink in your hands, what are you drinking? black tea or hot chocolate

Will you be wearing a costume for Halloween? Is it ready? I don't celebrate Halloween

Finally, what's something you've made or done recently that you're proud of? Ehm... I made a pretty good pasta bake the other day. I finished reading a book. I started a new crocheting project. I finally managed to send off Evie's birthday present.

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🔤 Name: Vey

🎶 Last song you listened to: In a Crowd of Thousands - Reinaeiry feat. Chloe Breez

🎵 Artist on Spotify giving you the feels right now: Not on Spotify. But usually Alexa Feser

👯‍♂️ Fave Blorbo Moment: "I just want everyone to know, I'm fucking gay."

🍟 Your guilty pleasure snack: chocolate. All the chocolate.

🌮 What food are you craving today: pizza

📖 Last fanfic tab you opened: The Unintended Consequences of Fight or Flight

🖌️ Favorite fic project you've created: Flower U-Up

👩🏼‍🎤 Next tattoo you want (or would consider if you're not a tattoo person): I don't have tattoos. I don't want one.

🧐🆓 What's living in your head rent free this week: Seducing the entire Baldur's Gate party. Oh well, just Baldur's Gate in general.

[piillow]

blankets and birthdays - k.jsk

(idol, gn!sibling au)

wc : 765 | genre : fluff, tiny angst??? | cws : this is kinda old so not the best, but pls try to enjoy <3 o((>ω< ))o

next week was gaon's birthday, and y/n was excited, as anyone else would be. they'd been waiting for this day for.. who knows how long. lately he'd been really tired and burnt out from work, but he always tried spending at least an hour with them. even if it was through a call, he wanted to talk to y/n no matter what. 

y/n felt bad talking to him sometimes, since he really should be resting, but he was spending time with them. it made them feel even better about his birthday gift, since they made it with so much love.

crocheting and knitting were things y/n loved doing as a hobby, and eventually as a small business. many people bought your plushies, bags, you name it. anything in your shop, there were sales for it. even though y/n was overflown with custom orders, they put them all on a pause for a good three weeks, just so they could make this gift for him.

from the outside, it looked like an ordinary blue blanket. but, the surprise was in the folds. as each fold was unwrapped, a message from y/n was in it. they wanted to give him a long message, but not in one big paper. once the whole blanket was unwrapped, and the messages were in the right order, that was the full "card." 

the color blue really meant a lot to them. it was their favorite color, and it was able to represent so many things. it can represent happiness, sadness, stress, excitedness, almost anything. gaon always loved blue, and they did too. it was just their "thing." blue rooms, blue backpacks, blue shoes, blue jackets, pencils, you name it.

as the day came, y/n told the members to distract him for the day while you decorated the house, ready for him to come home. it was just going to be the family, so nothing too extreme, but still enough decorations to show that it was a party. they watched some of his insta live of him celebrating his birthday, and they couldn't help but feel even more excited. almost like he was a little kid about to step into a trap. a good one, though.

later, he came home to surprise you all, to find a surprise himself!

"guess who's hooo-" "HAPPY BIRTHDAY JISEOK!"

not even fully stepped into the house, he was bombarded into a big, loving, tight hug from his family. 

"jiseok-ah!!! i missed you so much..... i'm so happy you're home!" y/n happily said, still latched onto him."yeah!! perfect timing, actually. we've just finished your cake! want some?" their father asked."oh, really? i'd love to!" gaon said, trying to navigate to the kitchen with them still hugging him. 

"you're not going to let go, are you..?" he asked, slightly laughing. y/n just shook their head, laughing along with him. "of course not. you know how long i've been waiting for this. i got so worried when you didn't call!" "they were... you made them panic a bit." their mother said, happily giggling at the sight of the two.

"mom, can he open my gift first? pleease~!!" y/n pleaded, giving a half puppy-eyes half normal-eyes look. she sighed, "alright, fine. i know you're excited, so i'll let you. don't take too long, okay?" "i promise!!"

and with that, the two ran to the living room, where y/n showed him his gift. "i've been workin' on this for a while, you better like it!" they said jokingly. "i like all your gifts, of course i'll like this one." "nooo, you'll like this one MORE than last year, trust me." gaon looked at them, pretty skeptically. "oh, really now? c'mon, i don't think you can top that plushie." "oh yes i can! this is proof i can."

he quickly opened the huge bag, to see a light blue chucky blanket. he immediately gave them a tight hug, smiling brightly. "oh, y/n... i guess i did doubt you again, didn't i?" "that's not even the whole thing! you gotta unfold it first!" and he did as their instructions said. 

as he slowly unfolded the blanket and revealed the messages, he finally read the whole thing. the two couldn't help but tear up a little bit, but they were happy, and that's what mattered. "i miss you all the time, y/n... thank you, so much for this." "hey, AND you have another gift to show off to the members and villains!" they said, making the two of them start laughing to lighten the mood.

"kids! we're waiting!" their mother said.

"oh, coming mom!"

[tryan-a-bex]

Thank you to @mallory-x @two-hands-toward-the-sun and @seiya-starsniper for the tags!

Were you named after anyone?

I was first named after a kid my parents babysat, and then after a nickname I was given by a kid in Grade 4. Never was completely sure if he was bullying me or flirting with me. But it worked well when the internet arrived.

Do you have kids?

I have three and I love them to pieces but friends. Don't have kids until you are really really sure, because it is a lot of work and you don't get to pick what kind of kid you will get or even what kind of life you can give them.

Do you use sarcasm a lot?

I tend not to and when I do I make it very very obvious. This is because I am autistic and I don't really get it. Apparently a lot of my friends online are sarcastic, so maybe that will help?

What's the first thing you notice about people?

Hair and smile. Sometimes it's embarrassing how little I notice their clothes or height and honestly I almost never get eye colour. But if I smile at someone and they smile back, it makes my day!

What's your eye colour?

idk you guess. If you include my splotchy skin I bet you can find all the colours. So fun fact! My first kid had green eyes, similar to mine but greener, actually green. My next kid had blue/grey eyes, like you can see a bit at the top of mine. I figured I'd never be so lucky as to have a kid with beautiful brown eyes because I only have that little ring of orangy-brown at the centre. But my third kid has the most lovely brown eyes. Genetics is awesome!

Scary movie or happy ending?

I mean The Cat in the Hat (and I mean the book, not the movie) was too scary for me and it had a happy ending. So now that I'm grown up I can tolerate scary shows that are not horror genre -- Doctor Who, Sandman, etc. But it really should have a happy ending, and even too many cliffhangers will turn me off the show/series forever.

Any special talents?

I'm really good at asking socially awkward questions that make everyone else embarrassed for me. I also like helping people by sharing good information, which is really nice sometimes when I can make a difference in someone's life.

What are your hobbies?

I read a lot, scifi/fantasy, young adult, kids books, and at the moment lots of fanfic on ao3, and also some nonfiction, I'm especially partial to layman's physics but lately have been reading about bdsm.

I also crochet and craft a bit, and lately I've been drawing and writing fanfic. I'm so excited about my original story that I wrote for nanowrimo!

Have any pets?

No but my kid has a mouse and my sister has a cat, and that's good enough for me. I swore off cleaning poop when my kids were out of diapers.

What sport do you play/have you played?

I enjoy swimming but I'm too autistic for anything with a ball or running.

How tall are you?

5'6" 165 cm, totally average. Notice that in Canadian you have to give both.

Favourite subject at school?

I loved French, English and Math. Anything where I could get the right answer if I worked hard enough made me happy. The ones with fuzzy answers or requiring physical skill, less so.

Dream job?

I want to be so rich I can just go around building supported housing for all my friends and also lobbying for universal basic income. But if I have to work to earn money am I allowed to pick sex work? It's just the safety and logistics that I have to work out...

[madefate]

knowing your partner well can potentially make writing a lot easier, repost, do not reblog. meet the mun !

— basics

name, claire pronouns, she/they preference of communication, tumblr IMs, discord, asks, etc, anything goes single/taken, very taken!

— three facts

i work as a college professor & academic advisor, and honestly i love it

my top hobby right now is crocheting & i am furiously making a baby blanket for my new nephew and a ton of pillows

i'm in deep with three WIP novels, & i plan on self publishing something by the end of the year!

— experience

i started RPing on xanga back in like 2007ish? moved to forums etc, and then finally got on tumblr in 2009. i've had a lot of long time consistent muses that i've had for years, and tbh a lot of them are basically OCs at this point

— sub-genres

angst, angst, angst. give me drama, juicy emotion, tempers and feelings flaring, raise those stakes !! i generally tend towards friends / familial / found family plots, but i've started getting a little more into romance. i just want drama and action and deep feelings and hurt / comfort, but i'm not interested in tragedy or grimdark at all. it has to be working towards hope & healing for me.

— plots vs memes

memes all the way! i actually really don't like plotting - every truly juicy thread i've ever had has always come from winging it, because i feel more natural and less like i have a spotlight on me. that being said, i like talking general ideas about AUs, crossovers, or settings, just nothing too nitty gritty. i want to be in the moment!

— long or short replies

long! it gets me into trouble because if i can't write at least a few paragraphs bc of my energy level i end up hiding out & not writing anything.

— best time to write

any time, tbh. if the mood strikes, that's when i try to get as much as possible done - usually if i have nothing else going on, honestly.

stolen from: @stygicniron hilary ily tagging: steal it from me!

[cybernightart]

15 Questions and 15 Mutuals Tagged by @nitewrighter Were you named after anyone? funny story actually! I got my name because years before my dad met my mum, he had a dream about having a child with my name, and he was dead set on naming me that to the point he made sure none of my cousins were called the same name! When was the last time you cried? Like 2 days ago, I stumbled across one of those sad grim reaper comics with the animal spirits and those make me sob every time istg Do you have kids? Nope Do you use sarcasm a lot? Yes, but I'm very obvious about it. I struggle when other people are sarcastic, I'm very bad at picking it up, so I try and make it easy for others when I do it What’s the first thing you notice about people? In person, it depends. Maybe what they are wearing or their hair if it dyed a funky colour. But usually I get a vibe about a person, like a gut instinct whether I think they are going to be a good person or not, and I'm right a majority of the time, but I give everyone the benefit of the doubt. Online though, same sorta thing. Except i get the gut feeling about the way they type or in general talk with people, and how they have their profiles/blogs decorated (if i look, which isn't guaranteed) What’s your eye colour? Dark brown! Scary movies or happy endings? I wish I could watch scary movies, but I can't handle them, though I love gore art and horror stuff. I just can't do scary games or movies. I love happy endings though, a sure fire way to make me hate a book or movie is to have a sad or otherwise bad ending. Even if I love the rest, if the ending is bad, I hate it all. I watch movies to feel good. I don't wanna finish a movie feeling worse then when i started it! Any special talents? I can do the clover thing with my tongue, I can roll my stomach, other than that I don't really know? Most of the things I can do are “special talents” I didn't know they weren't normal until someone told me. Where were you born? Scotland! Though unfortunately i lost my accent, as i moved somewhere else a few years back What are your hobbies? Apart from playing games and drawing, it really depends on my current hyper fixation. But I have done things like knitting, crochet, painting (water/acrylic), sculpting, collecting things, baking, jewelry making and more (wish I was better at writing though, I'm 90% sure I'm dyslexic and have a really hard time reading/writing, and it's very hard for me to get my thoughts into text. My brain goes 500x faster than I can type and I have the bad habit of jumping around when I'm telling a story or writing something out, on top of the hard time with attention/ regulating focus part of my Adhd) Have any pets? I have 1 fluff ball of a dog called Maisy, she's a shih tzu bichon frise! What sports do you play/have you played? The only time I decided to sign up for a sports team, was in March of 2020, for a badminton team. The day try-outs were going to happen was the day we shut down for the pandemic. I now semi jokingly say that was a sign from the gods to never play sports XD How tall are you? I am an absolute giant, a towering giant behemoth of a human being at my incredible height of 5’4 ( 162.56 cm) XD Favourite subject in school?

Art all the way! But that was followed up by science and la depending on the unit/assignment Dream job? Video game character concept artist! Or concept artist in general but i love character design sm more then designing objects or scenery Tagging (i don't have 15 moots so cant do 15, but i do have these wonderful people!) @reaphantom @fr00tzcat @cyberbirb-arts @genjishimada @cloud-amiibo and anyone else who’d like to participate :D 

[jadeglas]

Ok, now that I've had a bit of time to get used to how Tumblr works again, I'm going to do a take 2 on my introduction, if no one minds too much. (mostly for clarification)

About Me

Name: Jade

Pronouns: she/her

ID: Pan Cis F (wife, mama, and storyteller)

Age: 30-something

Loves: music, stories, caffeine, warm carbs, alone time, cuddles, puns, crochet, folk lore, Minecraft, languages, and anthropology, in general

Currently learning: Spanish, my Instant Pot, healthy goal setting, and which style of outline can I actually stick to

Polarizing opinion: fan fiction is a useful tool for helping new writers develop their confidence and writing voice while also connecting with others about a topic(s) they are passionate about

My Street Cred

I love running and playing table top rpg's, especially D&D, World of Darkness, and Savage Worlds. I have LARPed, mostly WoD Vampire, but I haven't run one myself. I haven't run any games in a good while, but I mostly ran Fantasy and Modern Supernatural. My specialty was horror in either genre.

I grew up reading fantasy and science fiction and The Dark Tower by Stephen King (bc that series jumps all over the place, genre wise). I love Neil Gaiman, I've read up to book 30 something of the Animorphs (yes, the side-books, too), and, currently, my favorite book I've read as a "grown up" is Perfume: The Story of a Murderer, by Patrick Süskind. (it's also my favorite book-ti-film adaptation). My favorite scary movie is Paranormal Activity (I love a story that's not afraid to take it's time building suspense), but my favorite romance movie is still The Princess Bride.

The last time I was on Tumblr I was heavily involved in fandoms, (The Hobbit, Harry Potter, Sherlock, Overwatch) and I posted fanfiction... I can't say regularly (I'm very undisciplined), but I did post stories multiple times.

Undisciplined is a good word for my previous writing style. I would write when inspiration struck me, and I lived to world build, but I never outlined or put any effort into prewritting. It was common for me to abandon a current WIP when I found inspiration for a new story.

Currently

My WIP spans a novella (30k words) and 5 novels. (I know, ambitious, but this time I actually have a plan in place) They'll all be romance novels with secondary action story arcs and the paranormal premise is that a recent global event has resulted in some of the population becoming werewolves! I have an evil mega-corporation who will, of course, be using doing shady and dastardly things, but I'm still not sure how the couples of each book will be connected. Right now, I'm outlining everything and the novella is giving me the most trouble (I've never tried to tell a whole story with so few words!)

If this series does well, I think I'd like to do another series in the same world, but with Vampires (romance/power exchange/politics?) or Fae (romance/horror). (No supernatural creatures will ever scare me more than the Fae)

I have an idea for a smaller series? It would still be paranormal romance, but polyamorous, and each book would be the MC falling in love with a new person, while also navigating how to keep her relationships with her other lovers healthy and strong. It's mostly strong vibes, right now, though.

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Like I said in my first introduction, I'm here to get my writing passion back and be a part of a community (friend me and I'll send you all the platonic love and support you can handle!). I'll have an author website some day, and possibly start an email list before that, but this is where I can be me and where I can connect with like-minded folks. That being said, inconsistency is a bitch of a habit to break, so I'm thinking I'll have a posting schedule where I'll post on a different topic each day of the week, and then I'll re log and react to posts whenever I can.

Right now, this is what I have in mind:

Monday-- Inspiration (music, pics, ideas)

Tuesday-- Updates (me, my WIP)

Wednesday-- Self Care (bc we all need it)

Thursday-- Recommendations (tools, hacks, and sites)

Friday-- Story/book reviews (that I'm reading)

I have a lot of family and family-in-law that lives nearby, so weekends get crazy sometimes, but weekdays I can do.

All this being said, inconsistency is in my nature, so don't be surprised if things change from time to time.

And so on

Feel free to message me or ask me questions! I'd love to hear about your current WIP, whether it's OC or not, or talk about world building. If you have a published story you think I might like, Is love to hear about that, too!

Thanks for being patient with me!

I'll post again tomorrow, so you take care of yourself.

[dat-carovieh]

This is so true. I'm trans and it's so horrible to read all the shit she does. I grew up with Harry Potter since I was 9, I'm, 32 now. I started writing with Harry Potter, it has always been the one fandom I came back to inbetween fandoms. I still have my wands displayed. I still have my books in a special place in the book shelf. I didn't see the last fantastiv beasts movie and broke contact to everyone who said, they wanted to play the game. I have a Hofflepuff hatthat I crocheted a couple of youers ago that is nice and warm, I cannot wear it anymore. I don't know what to do with it, I can't throw away a piece of clothing I made my self and that is still perfectly fine. I had a Slytherin scarf, I still wore it until bout two months agon, until something happened that made me rethink it. Noone said anything but I realized, I don't wanna be seen with it. It was an expensive scarf, it was comfortable and warm. I now wear the badly knitted rainbow scarf I made years ago (I learned knitting for that scarf and gave up soon after) it's scratchy, but well rainbow at least. I sold the Slytherin scarf. I don't wanna think about the people who bought it on ebay. I also sold other Harry Potter stuff on ebay and I hope this will lead to them buying less new merch. But also, do these people agree with JKR? I don't know.

I have two Harry Potter Tattoos on my arm, this meant a lot to me. I got Expecto Patronum on top of my self harm scars. I don't know what to dow with these tattoos. I wanted a foll Harry Potter sleeve, I'm glad, I didn't get more Harry Potter Tattoos yet. I might get them covered, one day, maybe by the same artist, who did them. Her studio is actually Harry Potter themed, that's the reason, I chose her back when I wanted my first Tattoo, I talked to her about the topic, she is aware of it, but I get that it's hard to change the whole branding and name of the studio.

I still remember, when we went home from a Con and someone started tosing the song from "Mysterious ticking noise" and a bunch of strangers would justsing together. It was such a great feeling of community.

I have a half finished Hufflepuff robe in my closet. No idea what to do with that. Maybe I will take the yellow fabric out and wear it as a cool robe. I don't think I will ever be able to give the books away. I have them twice. In German and in english.

This whole thing hurts so much and honestly I don't know what to do. But it's bad to see how unaware people are, how little people I thought I know care, as long as they can play the game.

What makes JKR's shitshow even harder to process is that she didn't just ruin a book series. Harry Potter was an entire subculture. Like Star Wars and Star Trek fans, Harry Potter fans dedicated their lives and careers to the series. I don't know if I'd call it "underground," but liking Harry Potter got you beaten up when I was in school, so it was more of a dedicated indie culture than a mass-appeal fanbase.

Harry Potter was so huge that fan works developed their own followings. Potter Puppet Pals racked up hundreds of thousands of followers and was nearly as relevant as the series itself. For fanfiction, Harry Potter and the Methods of Rationality got so big that it has a Wikipedia page. The band Harry and the Potters spawned the wizard rock music genre. A Very Potter Musical developed a fanbase and launched Darren Criss's career.

Harry Potter also has extensive ties to fandom history. Everyone in my generation (millennials) remembers coming home from school to read Harry Potter fanfiction on the Internet. Today, most people just post their stories on Wattpad or Archive of Our Own. But at the time, the fanbase was splintered between fanfiction.net and dozens of individual websites and forums, some made for specific ships. Since they all had individual hosts, a lot of those sites have been lost to time.

And there's the infamous My Immortal fanfiction, which is an Internet legend with people still searching for the author. Everybody read that one (and laughed at it) in middle school.

Pre-social media, fan sites like The Leaky Cauldron and Mugglenet had massive followings because they were one of few sources for news, theories, essays and fan content. Some of these sites still exist after being around for over a decade and building their own legacy.

Before Deathly Hallows came out, fans were so desperate to know what happened that Mugglenet published a book called What Will Happen in Harry Potter 7: Who Lives, Who Dies, Who Falls in Love and How Will the Adventure Finally End? Yep...Harry Potter was so big that people wrote separate books about what would happen in an upcoming book.

And that's not mentioning all the book release parties, Harry Potter-themed events, monuments, fan films, restaurants and even a theme park. A lot of fandoms have those, but Harry Potter infiltrated every aspect of popular culture.

Today, there's a thriving culture of "Harry Potter adults" with themed weddings, baby showers and Etsy stores. Putting your Hogwarts house in your Instagram bio is pretty much a prerequisite for joining the "bookish" community. Warner still produces new content, like the Fantastic Beasts series, although we've all seen what a disaster that's been.

Everyone has at least a few memories associated with Harry Potter even if it's just watching the movies. I had great memories associated with Harry Potter. But looking back at the subculture, history and thousands of fan works, it doesn't seem fun anymore. Studying the fandom or being part of it comes with an awkward tension because you don't want to seem like you're condoning JKR's bigotry but can't divorce her from the series. This subculture was spawned by a woman who turned her legacy of magic and wonder into one of abuse and hatred.

I don't expect people to write paragraphs about how much they hate JKR every time they post about Harry Potter, but it's still uncomfortable to see people make new content or wear their Harry Potter Etsy tote bags like nothing happened. Even if they clarify that they don't support her, it's just a weird, tense situation for everybody.

People dedicated years of their lives to running Harry Potter fan sites, writing fanfiction, cosplaying characters and making fan movies. If I were in that situation, I'd have a mild identity crisis. I'd ask myself "Did I waste all those years? Should I delete my content? Where do I go from here?"

So ultimately, JKR didn't ruin "just" a book series or even "just" a fandom. She tanked an entire culture, which inspired people to look at Harry Potter more critically. The issues that people brought to the light tainted the series's legacy even without JKR's personal issues.

Once, Harry Potter was a series for generations. Now, former fans hope that the series fades into irrelevancy. Unfortunately, JKR didn't just tarnish her legacy--she took decades of history, millions of fans and a worldwide subculture along with her.

[tanglewoodpetz]

I really don't like the "no editing" policy on Whiskerwick's advent. I was typing my response and must have hit the enter key? or something, and my reply posted but I wasn't finished typing. At least my entire email address got in there, but now it looks like i'm being greedy or stingy because the "etc: thank you!" line is missing. ... I don't even know what keys I must have pressed to get the quick reply to post like that. Because just pressing enter why you're in the text box shouldn't do it. Tab then enter? I don't know.

Typing with cold fingers sucks. My typing sucks these days anyway.

In any case, I've slowed down on the consumption of Advent pets. I'm still feeling FOMO, but I also feel like I'm drowning in new pets. Which makes me feel bad because I can't give each one separate time. I pull them out, take pictures (usually aiming for show pics, because I want to show all my pets), then send them back to the carrying case.

Like with sims, I don't really "play" the game any more, and that makes me sad with myself.

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in other news, Salem the cat is doing okay. The lump on his head had grown/he's gotten a second lump; but his behavior is still active and normal. Getting into mischief and being pestery when he wants something. Gosh, gonna miss that when the end comes.

I finished a third crochet blanket this year, and have almost finished a second top, all I have to do is weave in my ends. Which isn't hard, just boring.

I'm having such a hard time concentrating on things. And this new job may not be working out. (It's WFH, but they already put a temporary freeze on me and asked me to do another test. so I'm expecting them to be like, sorry, you're not a good fit.) I think I rate things too harshly for this one, which is funny because I was almost always too lenient with my former job rating things.

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back to petz news, because I forgot to say something: Megan asked to do a trade with me! And we traded two pets, and she was sneaky because one of the ones I wanted is a birthday pet, so I mentioned how my birthday was in a few weeks. She said "on the off chance..." and asked if there was a different one I'd like. So I gave her my third choice and she sent all three. So I got the birthday pet for my birthday! Sneaky, sweet woman! How cool is that?

The petz community is very giving and kind.

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I've also been playing Wajas again, and I've fallen in love with this guy. There's just something about the spitz breed (in real life and in Wajas that's really grabbed me lately. Then again, I grew up with a Keeshund which is a spitz breed "Wolfspitz") . I'm also about everything rainbows lately. Lisa Frank bright and rainbows. I do sometimes feel like I'm not allowed to like rainbows because I'm not LGBTQ+ or anything (I thought I was bi for a bit, but the longer I thought about it the more I'm like, no, I'm cis.) But you know, rainbows can be pretty to anyone. Anyway, this pretty waja is named Glowiful.

[aajjks]

TC!JK “Oh my god I'm so sorry i didn't know.” how could she not know that? It's his birthday today and that also makes her realise that she doesn't know a lot of things about him. His favorite colour, his favourite food, what he likes to do when he has some free time in his hands.

Tonight she will ask him about it all.

“Yn please don’t work too hard. OK I will see you tonight after I’m done with my training if you want there’s no pressure take some rest. You deserve it.”

“I will. Thank you for caring. You don't know how much that means to me.” she says to him and it really does mean a lot to her.

She was used to working all day and no one giving a damn about it, no one ever appreciated it Or told her to slow down and take a break. So him saying that so genuinely really touched her.

It's evening and there's still an hour left before he comes back so she quickly goes to the kitchen and gets to work.

She had the cake in her hands and was about to exit the kitchen when someone calle dher name.

Dami.

Yn quickly placed it back on the counter.

“Hi, Yn. You've been so busy these days. Got no time for your little baby sister.” she says pouting at her pretending to be angry at her.

Yn chuckles at her sister's cuteness. Now that she thinks about it she really hasn't talked to her in 2 days. She was so busy and happy about getting him back that she forgot about everything.

“Come on, I know you're not mad me. How have you been? I'm so sorry I've been so occupied by work ever since I became the Prince's personal helper.”

“Yeah I can understand. I need to tell you something.”

Yn nodded her head. The look on Dami's face tells her that it is serious and she's almost never serious so it is pretty concerning.

“Go on, sweet pie. You know you can tell me everything.”

“I like him.”

“Who?”

“I- The Prince. And I want to confess.”

WHAT?! NO! IT CAN'T BE! IT WON'T BE! HE BELONGS TO HER! JUNGKOOK IS HERS!

She wants to steal her Jungkook from her. No she won't let her do that. Not him.

“It's a big deal, Dami. You do know what you're saying, right? Well, you know I'm always here to support you, right?” she smiles up at her.

Dami smiles and hugs her tightly. “Thank you so much Yn. I love you so much.”

“I love you too.” she says back to her. She always meant it whenever she said it back then but today it's not the same case.

“Hey hey don't get all sentimental now. Don't wanna see my baby cry.” Yn says breaking the hug.

Poor Dami buys it all, always so naive. It's just the beginning.

Dami goes out and Yn takes the cake and goes back to his chamber. Lots of thoughts running in her mind. She just got her Jungkook back and there's already people trying to steal him from her.

The scowl on her face disappers as she spots him in there already.

He got back?

“Heyy! Happy birthday, Kook!” she says once she has properly closed the door being careful not to let anyone else hear it.

Thankfully, the candles haven't blown out yet.

He turns around surprised to see her behind him. Seems like he hasn't found his gift yet.

She spent the whole of noon and afternoon working on it.

She's lucky that she took up crocheting and sewing after her parent's death. Not only it helped her earn some extra bucks but also today.

She made a handkerchief for him. It was them sitting on that tree branch side by side and his mother's name sewed onto the top.

She placed it on his dressor. Hopefully he likes it.

Jungkook is so surprised.

“Woah ynn.. You brought cake?” He looks at the yummy delicious treat in your hand and his mouth is already watering

This is so sweet. “Oh wow yn this is so sweet of you can I have a piece?” He giggles, it’s rare that he gets to eat sweet treats because he follows a particular diet and.. he’s not allowed to eat too much sweets.

Today is his day and he will get to eat cake.

“Aww yn, happy birthday to me i guess.” He says as you walk to him. This day feels so much more special now.

You’ve made it so special

Unfortunately, he’s still too stressed out. Because his father has invited the Chinese princess..

[snailgrll]

HARK(IRAT) / SNAILGRLL

(If you need to reach me you can go to the dirt and write my name with your finger to the soil. Offering preferred but not necessary.)

Career Objective:

I want to feel the grass between my toes. I want my ribs to ache with laughter. I want to hear someone tell me that they love me and truly believe that they mean it. I want to spend an outrageous amount of money on dinner. I want to meet my cat as a baby. I want to see Kate Bush live. I want to feel like, finally, I belong somewhere.

Education:

There's nothing that I truly know.

Skills:

extreme empathy, good at driving in GTA, great at cooking while drunk, twerking, giving all of myself to everyone i've ever loved, being a girl who will be okay

Work history:

vague concept (2003-current)

subway (2022)

resident catholic school lesbian (2021-2022)

strange girl that only listens to nightcore (2013-2016)

//

Hi my name is Hark im the mastermind (idiot) behind this blog. I love music and crocheting and thinking about why I feel the things that I do. Everything that I do is influenced by the way I think about time and language and myself. I'm drunk writing this if you can't tell. I love you forever and ever and ever.

Some basic information about me: I'm a 20 year old anthropology major at UCSC. I'm a capricorn sun and moon with a libra rising. My favorite things are hand sanitizing wipes, my earplugs, and really strong espresso. I'm on 20 mg of lexapro and hopefully will be put on wellbutrin soon (lord knowns I need it). My favorite color is pink right now not because I particularly enjoy the sight of it but because I think its really cute. I really love fresh baked cookies and cream top milk (why does no one else enjoy that?!?). I start my day by crying and end it the same way.

Socials for those of you who may be curious!:

instagram: harkir4t

twitter: ltltrblgrl

pinterest & spotify: hark(irat)

[fastwiemagie]

Family picture time

I went thrifting in October with a friend who was new to thrifting and it was so fun to introduce her to it!! We went to a new location of the chains of thrift stores I'm used to (some day I will visit ALL of them located in my big city! Gonna thrift them all!)

My plan was to show my friend around, but of course while I was there I also had a look around. And guess what I found!! The little sister bag to the artsy vibes shoulder bag I've already found earlier in the summer! I screamed (not very loud though, haha, but I was super excited!) when I saw it.

The bags both have the same rounded shape and the round bottom, as well as the long leather shoulder strap. Their leather closure flaps are different but similar enough. They have obvious resemblances!

The little one with it's brown and tan-cream stripes even gives definite mori kei vibes. I'll wear it for my mori outfits for sure! Speaking of mori kei - in picture 1 I've stuffed the newly thrifted little bag with a big black crocheted shawl I've found at that thrift store too (I stuffed it to better show it's shape - you can see in picture 2 how it lays flat). As the shawl was already involved and gorgeous I had to show that one as well. It was a definitive "already has my name on it" buy! SO beautiful. I love using shawls for my mori looks, but I also incorporate them into other outfits. They are just so pretty and versatile, in my opinion. I didn't have a black one so far, so this one had to come home with me!

[image description] Picture 1: The newly thrifted little brown and tan-cream striped bag next to the big red and turquoise striped bag. Their resemblance is very obvious! A red panda plush and a blue snake plush have come to check out the pretty bag family as well! (Or that's what it seems like).

Picture 2: A bit of a close-up of the two bags, with the smaller brown and tan-cream one now laying on top and in front of the other red-and-turquoise bag to show their size difference but otherwise similarity in another way. A black shawl is laying next to the bags, which has been previously used to stuff the little back to give it some body.

Picture 3: A close-up picture of the thrifted black crocheted shawl. The pattern is made up out of crocheted flowers or maybe stars?

Picture 4: A close-up of the thrifted brown and tan-cream bag. It shows up how the leather straps are connected to the side and also the front closure flap.

Picture 5: A big black crocheted shawl, which has been draped over the red back of a couch. The body of the shawl consists of crocheted flowers and it's finished of with long black fringe-y tassles! A red panda plush and a blue snake plush seem to have come investigate the black beauty. [/image description]

[survivor-marieta-islands]

Cast Reveal #2 - Sin Sazonar - New School

AJ | SHE/HER | 19 | PORTUGAL | STUDENT

First Season: The North Sea (October 2022)

Intro: Hi y'all I'm AJ and I like survivor. I enjoy making new friends, I beebop (travel) around sometimes, and that's pretty much it. I also enjoy writing and drawing. Can't wait to meet everyone!

Three Words to Describe You: Devoted, Logical, Competitive

Hobbies and Passions: Drawing, Reading, Writing, and Singing on Occasion

What You're Most Proud Of: The number of places I've been to and seen so far in my life

Why You'll Win: Because I have what it takes ;)

BRANDI | SHE/HER | 26 | TEXAS | SOCIAL WORKER

First Season: The North Sea (October 2022)

Intro: Hi everyone!!!! SO HAPPY TO BE BACK! I played survivor with the stings last year and loved it (even though I lost bc of rocks 😒) right before the merge. I live in Texas, I’m a social worker, and I love to crochet and read. Can’t wait to get to get down to business 💪🏼

Three Words to Describe You: Loyal, easy going, chill

Hobbies and Passions: Crocheting, reading, listening to podcasts

What You're Most Proud Of: Finishing college! First person in my family to get a bachelor degree.

Why You'll Win: I am very motivated and excited to play this game!! Winning would be the cherry on top 🍒 if you fail to plan you plan to fail!

CLEFFORD | HE/HIM | 21 | PHILIPPINES | STUDENT

First Season: Raccoon City (June 2022)

Intro: Good day! Clefford is the name of the person that you'll love and adore. I'm 21-year-old Filipino that watches a lot of films, tv series, and reality shows. I'm an Aries and ENFJ. Life is short and the world is wide is the motto.

Three Words to Describe You: Nature, Universe, Animals

Hobbies and Passions: Watching films, tv series, and reality shows.

What You're Most Proud Of: Choosing to be always kind.

Why You'll Win: I have what it takes.

ADELINE | THEY/SHE | 22 | NEW HAMPSHIRE | NANNY

First Season: Patagonia (February 2022)

Intro: Helllooooo party people my names Adeline, or Del, i am a ginormous flop in these Skype games. I am more known in the scary terrible land of discord games, where I host EchoORG, and consistently get sniped at F6 in other ORGS! I front a punk band, love film photography, watch a lot of TV (reality and otherwise), and I write singer songwriter music! I'm really excited to give this platform another chance and prove that i can keep up with y'all :'))

Three Words to Describe You: Insane, delusional, fun

Hobbies and Passions: Writing music, taking names, being gay

What You're Most Proud Of: I am an AMAZING nanny, i work with an autistic two year old and we get each other on a level I've never felt, i am SO PROUD OF MYSELF so how much work I've put in to make his development a positive experience for him.

Why You'll Win: I think i have more experience now and hopefully enough determination

HAIRIE | HE/HIM | 28 | SINGAPORE | TECH SUPPORT

First Season: The North Sea (October 2022)

Intro: Hey hey hey, it's your boy from Singapore (yeah the timezone from the not so distant future). A year older from when I last played, don't know if I'll be a year wiser. Hobbies include travelling, water sports, Zombie shows (well mostly love alot of things in general). A Leo for the curious cats out there. I also hope I don't get the birthday curse.

Three Words to Describe You: Adventurous, Easy-going and Eclectic

Hobbies and Passions: Binge watching shows/movies, travelling, diving, Pokemon

What You're Most Proud Of: Being the first in the family to get a diploma

Why You'll Win: I relentlessly pursue my dreams. I can make it to the end and am confident in my ability to advocate for myself at final tribal.