#i'm honest to god having a blast writing these

[petew21-blog]

Family swap: Boys just wanna have fun!

My name is Robert Philip Cornell. I come from a very succesful family of lawyers. And in order to honor my family's legacy I continued in this tradition. Therefore I hope that one of my sons, preferably both, will continue this path as well. Unfortunately my twins, Richard and Philip, are very much like me and their mother. Inteligent, very good looking and thanks to our wealth, powerful. And they know how to use that. But sometimes I wonder if they should appreciate our legacy more than they do now. If you asked me right now and I answered that they were high, drunk or fucking someone, I'd definitely hit atleast one of the three if not all of them.

I was in Johannesburg to help close a company I represent a great deal. After signing we ended having a few coctails and then I left the group to my hotel room. Suddenly a WhatsApp message came to my mobile phone. From my wife Anna

"I'm sorry for interupting your meeting. Call me asap when you're free. It's the boys"

Oh god. What now? I dialed my wife's phone number

Anna:"Hey love. How was the meeting?"

Robert:"Hi, all went well. What's happening?"

Anna:"Philip took the boat. Richard covered him and as soon as the boat left the harbour he followed him. They just wanted to trick me. So now they're once again having a party on the sea, absolutely high as always. I just hope the cost guard will be understanding once again"

Robert:"Honey. I know you mean well with them, but I think it's time"

Anna:"Robert no. You can't be serious. Don't you remember what happened with your father and you when you two did this? Your father wanted to 'teach you a lesson', then you spent a shit ton of money and almost destroyed his reputation."

Robert:"And look where it got me. I know that the boys will understand eventually"

Anna:"So what are you gonna do? It wouldn't be fair to swap only one of them and there isn't another male figure left in your family to swap them with"

Robert:"I wasn't thinking of a male figure to be honest"

Anna:"Are you crazy? One of my sons in my FEMALE body? Robert, I don't think I'm comfortable with that. I can't imagine one of them treating my body decently"

Robert:"I am not happy with one of them ruining my image too or even treating my and yours body, but I believe that they will learn the lesson soon enough. Besides, wouldn't you wanna take those two teen hormonal bodies for a spin?"

Anna:"You're a tease Robert... when?"

Robert:"How about right now? I am in a hotel room. So let's say, Richard can try to get out of South Africa back home and Philip now can try to figure out and stress alone in your body on an island, how to get their original bodies back"

Anna:"Robert... you're evil. Then I am looking forward to see you in a minute"

Robert:"See you soon, my love"

A few minutes passed since Robert wanted to write down some instructions and so did Anna

Richard and Philip were on a yacht, blasting music and approaching the beach of the city they were headed to. Suddenly a text message sound. Philip opened the message first. It said:"Since you boys want to be on your own and enjoy everything life has to offer, we give you our bodies to take care of and with them the duties of maintaining our family image. Yes, you now have to work, yes you have to provide for the family. And yes, one of you will be a female. Treat our bodies with respect and we will do the same."

Philip:"Dude is dad tripping? What the hell is that?"

Richard:"I think I'm too high for this, bro"

A very nauseating feeling that didn't originate from the waves of the sea sweat through the two teens. Both trying hard not to vomit

Richard's P.O.V.

The feeling passed. There was a bright artificial light around him and he felt water coming down his chest. Wait what? How did he get in the shower? Was he that high that he didn't even remember the boat landing, the party or anything?

Richard looked down on his chest

"What the fuck?!?" a deep voice echoed the walls of the shower

"Philip? Did you bleach my chest hair? They're grey you fucker. And what the hell happened to my voice? I sound like dad."

I wasn't paying much attention to myself and what was actually happening. I just took a towel, exitted the shower and tried to find out where the hell I was. I looked around and couldn't find much. It was a pretty normal hotel room, on the bed I saw my fathers briefcase and his clothes. There was a note on the bed:"Wanted to hand you everything clean and ready. BEHAVE and don't ruin my body! Love, dad"

"What the actual fuck is this?"

The reality was starting to him the. The text message, the note, the chest hair. I was scared to look in the mirror, but there was no other way of knowing

"You son of a bitch!" he really did it. My new reflection wasn't the one I was used to, but seemed like my much older one and a but distorted along with a beard. My father is a very handsome man, I have to give him that. But it is very different from the point of view of his son. Your parents aren't suppose to be hot, they're disgusting to you no matter how they look. Yet here I was standing, watching my father's muscular, grey-haired torso. His veins on his biceps. His piercing eyes that I knew very precisely, cause these ones were the ones that raised me. The ones that always seemed the most disappointed.

But now. I was behind these eyes. And my father did this to me on purpose. He wanted to give me another life lesson. "You know what dad? Fuck you!"

I dropped the towel I put around my waist before to reveal a hairy flacid dick. Ew, I never thought I would see my father's dick from this point of view. We'll here we are. But it's not bad to be honest. Might give it a little trim and the chicks would dig it.

I took a second before doing that to really think hard. I had to look away from the mirror causing watching my father jerk off wasn't something I would get off to daily. But watching this nice cock get hard in my hands as I was palying with these hairy balls and the foreskin, that was something. Looking down I was really proud. I am still muscular, I look amazing and I got a nice dick. Doesn't matter what dad does to me. I'll enjoy this punishment.

I grabbed my new dick hard. I squeezed it until I felt pain. And then I started jerking it. I spit in my hand and played with the head, almost instantly. I stopped and resumed jerking. I was hairy everywhere. I wasn't used to that. I wasn't even thinking about this body as my father's anymore.

My right hand was curious enough to get into the jungle between my buttcheeks. And what a jungle it is. I spit into that hand as well.

"Sorry, daddy. Boys just wanna have fun"

I pushed one finger inside. I could that this body has never experinced that. I'll enjoy that even more. I pushed in another finger and then kept on pushing until I couldn't. I felt my new prostate. So sensitive! I pushed and pulled. Almost forgetting to jerk off at the same time. I got in sync and could only scream in pleasure. I was so close. I could feel the sensation building up. If I were in my body I would stop to take care of the mess in time. But I didn't care. I let it pour outside off me. The cum got into my chest hair and on my abs. I let out a sight of relief

Collapsed on the bed, I noticed dad's phone lighting up. Mom was calling. Wait, is it really mom or is Philip also swapped? I gotta know. I took the phone to my ear and answered

Philip:"Those fuckers. What are we gonna do about them?"

Richard:"I don't know about you, but I just had the best orgasm in my life"

Philip:"You're so disgusting Rich, that's our fathers body, you know that?"

Richard:"Yeah, but that didn't stop me. And I don't think you should stop either. The women say that their orgasm is so much more intense, so now you'll know"

Philip:"I don't know if I am ok with that. It's our mother's pussy, bro"

Richard:"Yeah and? I just fingered our father ass. Suck it up big boy. I'll send you a location. I'll take a plane and we'll meet there?"

Philip:"You're nasty bro. See you there I guess. Wait, wait do you know what is this tiny weird thing sticking out at the top of the vagina?"

I packed my fahter's things and set off to meet my bro, or wife?. I went to the local mall and slightly altered my visage. Do you think they'll let me inside of the plane like this? Oh and one tiny request I gotta send to our butler

Robert and Anna's P.O.V.

Anna:"I must admit, Robert, I haven't felt so full off energy in ages!"

Robert:"That might be the drugs the boys took, haha"

Anna:"No, seriously. The boys got great bodies, but our bodies aren't as much vital as these ones. We have to go do something!"

Robert:"How about we continue in the plans that the boys had? Might be fun"

We arrived to an empty beach with no one in sight.

Robert:"Did you check the coordinates?"

Anna:"Sorry, dear but I am still very high. I am still surprised we didn't crash the boat"

Robert:"Haha. It's so funny to see Philip call me honey. Haha, jesus. I think I am still also high"

Anna:"Wanna maybe lie down here and just... chill. Or how do the kids these days call it?"

Robert:"Haha. 'Kids these days'. Philip looks like a nostalgic senior now"

Anna in Philip's body laughed. "Yeah and what are you? A teen king who knows all the trends?" she ran up to him and pushed him on the ground

Both boys's bodies still very high. They very playfully fighting in the sand. Rolling around, like two teenage boys would

Suddenly Anna planted Robert a kiss. Robert was shocked and stared at her not returning it

Anna:"I still see you as you. I don't care what bodies we're in. Even if we were worms I'd ¹still love you"

Robert:"Anna, I... don't think I can do this"

Anna grabbed Robert's new hard dick and looked back at him:"Then don't think at all. Just love me"

Anna kissed him again and this time Robert kissed back. He felt the love his wife had for him and kissed the another boys body back.

The two identical boys now with their hands all over their bodies. Exploring each other as if it were a mirror. A mirror that they made out. A mirror that they were caressing and pressing their hard dick against.

Ther dicks were out. Anna in Philip's body just laughed as she felt her husband sucking her dick:"I understand why you always beg me. This is so goood. Keep going!"

Robert didn't believe what he was doing, but he couldn't really keep thinking that or else he would go mad. Sucking his son's dick was definitely not on his bucket list.

Robert got into a 69 position. Twins giving each other the same pleasure. What a sight for horny eyes.

They didn't talk. They were mouthful, so there was no room for talking. Each gagging on each others dick. Giving pleasure to the other one. Thursting and enjoying the same feeling from the other. They were close very close. And they both came almost at the same time. They got some perfecting to do.

They were in each other's arms, naked on the beach sand. Enjoying the view of the other one. Just smiling at each other.

And just then, the family Butler arrived with security to the beach.

Nigel:"Good afternoon gentlemen. I have strickt orders from your parents to transport you back to your house and to enroll you back into high school. You have your senior year to finish and you have to pass all your exams. Your parents also gave a strict rule of no alcohol, no drugs and no visits in your home. Shall we leave?"

Robert to Anna:"Oh that's what I forgot. Fuck, Richard is good. This is gonna be very good for him. I think he'll be the next one to continue."

Anna:"Did you just hear what Nigel said, honey?"

Robert:"All I heard was that I will spend a lot off tíme together with the love of my life. I don't care how painful it will be. We get to be young again and together. And don't forget that the boys share bedroom, honey." I saw Anna blushing and smile as she opened the car door.

Richard a Philip's P.O.V.

Philip:"Are you sure we're safe like this?"

Richard:"Yeah, bro. They're gonna have to go to high school and all. Nigel already has them at home. We get to live no without nagging"

Philip:"Yeah, so amazing to have no nagging, but If you haven't noticed I am the one with mums pussy."

Richard:"And I bet it's hungry for dick"

Philip:"Why on earth didn't they swap you into mum instead of me. I'm not even bi. I won't enjoy the sex as much as you will"

Richard;"Ok, I promile that tonight I'll show you that you're now definitely on the spectrum and that I now have a magnificent dick that will make you very happy"

Philip:"Fine. So, we gonna party now or what?"

Richard:"The festival hasn't even started yet and you wanna party already. I think we're now the oldest people here dude."

Philip:"Well then let's show them how older people party!"

An inbox story that I played with a tiny bit :D

Could you write a story about parents swapping bodies with their twin kids since they don’t behave. Now the parents in the boys body must go to school and enjoy their youth while the boys in their parents bodies have to give to work and be responsible.

If you haven't seen your story yet, don't worry I got a lot of them in the inbox, some of them are partially written in the drafts and are now just waiting for me to have more time and be horny enough to finish them 😈

[lila-went-missing]

I saw you wanted req's for Clarisse !! and I had a cute (well I thought it was cute) Hear me out !! You're Percy's older sister but you've been at camp for a few years so you and Clarisse have had more time to talk and get closer, sooo coincidentally once Percy came and after he and Clarisse had their fall out she finalized the relationship (not to be petty but just to get under his skin a little bit.. but also she didn't wanna do something to Percy and have you upset with her and ruin the progress y'all made.) But !! Percy only found out when you guys were eating at your table and Clarisse came by and didn't say anything to him, she kissed you but as she was walking away she muttered a half-assed apology to Percy. Bro's dumbfounded but you break the news to him, and as the loving brother he is and the fact you and Clarisse have known each other it's only fair he happy for you !! (You keep him safe from her.) SORRYYY this is so long but Clarisse makes me giggle, I hope you're having an amazing day !

I've been so excited to write this but I'm also such a procrastinator so sorry if this took a long time to come out. You're literally so sweet I hope you have an amazing day.

Warnings: Mentions of blood and wounds, it gets slightly suggestive once but nothing happens, cursing i think, I'm not going to lie to you this sucks especially the ending.

This took forever because I'm the medically expensive one in the family and I've been in and out of doctors offices for over a month now. This isn't proofread, I trust grammarly and move on. I love you all so much, enjoy my lovelies.

When the Waves Come In

Being a forbidden kid was anything but easy. Monsters could smell you more than others. The gods hated you. Trouble and tragedy seemed to track you down wherever you went, and there was nothing you could do to stop it. The only perks? Having a cabin to yourself and being slightly more powerful than other demigods. If you were being honest, that wasn't really a fair trade.

Not to mention, the other demigods at Camp Half-Blood either hated or praised you. There was no in between. You were claimed only seven months after arriving at camp, this made a lot of unclaimed kids unhappy with you. Like it was your fault that Poseidon was kind of proud of you once? It's not like he's bothered to reach out since then.

Over the last three years of living at camp, you've made some decent friends. You got along pretty well with most of the Hephaestus kids, Beckendorf immediately taking a liking to you for your stubbornness. The Apollo kids liked you, they even let you help lead archery classes. But there was one person that you were closer with than anyone else. Clarisse. Your Clarisse.

You weren't friends. You were so much more than that. But at the same time, you weren't quite together either. It was very complicated. However, there was one thing you were both certain of, you like being near each other, and hated being separated. Oftentimes, she would sit at your table during meals, Chiron choosing to turn a blind eye. You would sneak her dessert every time she lost her privileges. You were her girl, that much, everyone knew.

When a new kid by the name Percy Jackson showed up at camp, you didn't think much of it. New kids arrived all the time, 90% of them never being claimed and getting left to rot by their godly parents in the Hermes cabin. It was sad, but it was the truth. You learned to live with it.

You assumed the same would happen to him, until you saw it. The horn that once belonged to the Minotaur. Grover claimed he had killed it with its own horn. Everyone believed it except Clarisse. You wanted to not believe it, but how else would he have the horn?

Of course, Clarisse being Clarisse, she had to prove that he was a fraud. The first time she did this, she was blasted by water into a wall, effectively shattering a mirror with the impact. She came to you, of course, a bruise forming over her stomach and chest. You were honestly surprised that she didn’t some internal bleeding deal going on.

“I just want him to own up to being a liar!” She ranted. “Is that too much to ask? I mean, he’s 12, he’s like 4’11, he has no muscle what so ever! How am I expected to believe that he, of all people, killed the Minotaur?” She paced back and forth over the floor of your cabin for what felt like an eternity.

“I mean, this kid shows up out of literally no where, and is getting all the glory in the world. Is everyone here really that blind? There’s no way he managed to actually kill it, yet he’s getting all the praise? How does that add up?”

You stood from your place on your bed, walking towards her and placing your hands on her shoulders. Your hands squeeze gently, trying to ground her.

“Breathe,” you whisper, “I know it sounds highly unlikely. I know you’re pissed, you have every right to be.” Honestly, if the only way you could ever get your father’s attention was through glory and winning fights, even then, seldom getting any acknowledgement whatsoever. You have to admit, you’d be pretty pissed in this situation too. I mean the only thing you could do to get anything, even an admittance that you exist, is immediately taken over by this random kid no one’s heard of? Yeah, she’s rightfully pissed.

“But I need you to breathe before you have a nervous breakdown, honey.” Your hands rub up and down her arms, feeling her muscles slowly relax.

“I wouldn’t have had a nervous breakdown.” She mutters.

“I know, but I might’ve.” Knowing her, the way she is behind closed doors, she most definitely would have. But you let her believe that she would be okay.

“It’s just not fair you know? He hasn’t done anything. Even if he did kill the Minotaur, there’s no way he wasn’t running purely on adrenaline and rage. He wouldn’t be able to do that again if he tried. He’s getting all of this praise, and for what? Existing? Being, not even a man, a boy?” Her voice is much much quieter this time, barely making it to a whisper. If it wasn’t for your proximity you probably wouldn’t have heard it.

“I know, I know, love.” You can’t stop yourself from wrapping your arms around her. “Just think, in a week or two, people will probably forget all about it. He’ll go back to being a regular 12 year old, nothing special.” Realistically, you know that sounds kind of bad, but what else are you supposed to say to her.

There was a part of you, no matter how small that part may be, that knew that wasn’t going to happen. Most demigods aren’t able to do something like that and live through it. But you knew he wasn’t like most demigods.

You knew he would get claimed, soon, most likely. From the moment you laid eyes on him it’s like you could feel it. What happened in the bathrooms only confirmed your suspicions. While you didn’t say anything to the girl in front of you, you knew who he was.

He was another forbidden kid. Not just a forbidden kid though, your brother. A son of Poseidon.

***

Capture the flag was the next day. From the moment you woke up you could feel the energy surging through the air. This was one of the most anticipated events of the summer. The only thing you really won was a party and bragging rights. I guess to camp full of the competitive people you’d ever meet, that was all you needed.

It was definitely all Clarisse needed. She loved to win and hated to lose, a trait she inherited from her father. And she’d be dammed if she was going lose another game of Capture the Flag.

That’s why you’re so confused when she tells you that she’s changing the plan. She never changes the plan, finding solace in a good strategy.

You understood more when she explained what she was doing. Revenge on the new kid for blasting her with toilet water. When you put it like that, it sounds logical. But knowing Clarisse, and knowing what you know, you can’t just go along with it.

“Clar, I really don’t think this is a good idea.” You both paced around each other in your cabin, similar to last night.

“Are you seriously telling me that what he did was okay?” Her voice raises with every word.

“No! I just- I have a bad feeling! I don’t want you to get hurt!”

“I won’t! I can handle myself, you know this!”

“I know! But that doesn’t mean I’m not going to worry about you!” Your heart beats out of your chest with every step you take towards each other.

“I can’t believe this! You really don’t think I can do this!” Before you can even formulate a response, she’s grabbing her stuff and walking out the door.

You follow her of course, yelling her name, but it’s no use. She doesn’t turn around. She doesn’t even pause in her steps. You watch her disappear behind the door of cabin five.

The door to cabin three shuts as you slide down it. Your head hits the wood as you lean back, sure to give you a headache later. You can’t find it in yourself to care though. A tear slips down your cheek. Then another. Then another.

You know it’s a bad idea. She will go after revenge. And she will get hurt. But you also know that there’s literally nothing you can say to her. You want to, but it’ll only make things worse. That's the thing about Clarisse, when she gets her mind set on something, there's no changing her mind. All you can do is patch her up afterwards.

The red team has kept the flag near the water ever since you were claimed. They made sure that you were never far from it, blasting anyone in the face if they got too close for comfort. You weren't going to lie, it was potentially one of your favorite things to do.

So, as per usual, you were patrolling the edge of the water. No one had really gotten close enough, which was very disappointing. Until the new kid ran out of the woods and immediately tripped and fell on his face. Your whole body straightens immediately, muscles tensing. You pull out your sword and move towards him. He probably doesn't want a fight but it's better safe than sorry.

He had a few cuts littering his arms and cheeks. His clothes were dirty and he was now covered in wet pebbles. You could tell that he was disoriented and panicked. You were about to approach him when one of your sort of girlfriend's brothers ran out of the woods after him. Miles. One of her sisters followed suit, Trinity, you think her name was. Dear Hades they're actually going through with it.

Clarisse comes barreling out of the woods after them. Before you can even think about jumping in the sound of metal on metal fills your ears. Swords and shields clash. A spear jabbed at his chest. Her spear. You wanted to get between them, help him, protect him. Even if he didn't know it yet, he was.

But you couldn't. Everything moved so fast you didn't have time to react before they were all rolling over the ground. The water fed off of your emotions, grabbing her siblings and ripping them away from the fight. But it was too late. You saw the spark come from in between them. You heard the wood snap. Half of the spear was in her hands, the other half in his as his body rolled with the momentum.

It felt like time froze for those few seconds. The water was still. The wind stopped blowing, birds stopped chirping. The air around you seemed to disappear. You couldn't breathe. All noises cut out as her guttural scream ripped through the air, lasting for what felt like an eternity.

She ran forward, grabbing the front of his armor and jerking him forward. The conch blew, the blue team ran across the river carrying the flag. She ran off into the woods, it didn't take long for you to follow behind her, grabbing the pieces of the spear as you went.

Before you fully made it away, you saw the trident above his head. That's the moment you realized that you should've placed bets. You would've made bank, but that's not really your concern right now.

You find her in her cabin, facing away from the door, sitting on the edge of her bed. If you look close enough you can see the way her shoulders shake. You place the pieces of her spear on a table near her bed before kneeling behind her. Your arms wrap around her front, pulling her in.

Her back rests against your front, her head tucking back into your neck. You feel the way her shoulders tremble and shake in your gentle hold. For a long time, she doesn't say anything. A few tears slip down your cheeks that you don't mention. You don't push her. It's very rare she lets anything like this happen. She feels like showing these kinds of emotions would make her weak. It didn't matter how many times you assured her otherwise. Sometimes you can't change a person's thoughts when they're the only thing that person has ever known.

After what feels like forever, she speaks. Her voice comes out shaky. It's the kind of soft you only hear late in the night after sneaking into her cabin.

"That spear- it was the only-." A sob escapes her throat and you can feel the way it moves through her whole body, consuming her completely.

"I know honey.." You whisper in her ear. Your arms subconsciously tighten around her muscular frame.

"It was the only proof that he could ever love me." You swear you can feel your heart shatter. You've never liked her dad, but even so, you knew how much that spear meant to her. Her fathers traits were very prominent in her from the moment she was born. Her anger issues kept her in trouble, never getting help. Never being accepted. Her father was the only hope she would ever have until she met you. But even then she was so terrified of losing you...

"It'll be okay.. I promise." Your words a hidden promise of protection.

You're not sure what happens that night but you know something changes. Her arms wrapped around you a little tighter. Her breaths came a little deeper, more relaxed. Your finger over more of her scars, tracing them with the delicacy that was only ever seen in the hands of the greatest artists. When you thought about it though, she was the only work of her art that would ever be worthy of such care.

When you wake the light hits the two of you in a new way. As if Apollo made Helios shine it on the two of you alone so he could write the greatest love hymns that would ever be seen by mankind.

Her siblings don't question your presence. They never do. Why would they when it's so rare the children of Ares are able to find such peace. So rare they can find such a level of acceptance within another person.

For a while you sit there and watch the golden light dance across her bronze skin. The way it shines around her face, the face you've kissed so many times. The face you long to kiss right now. You don't sneak out this morning, instead staying curled into her side. The beating of her heart threatening to lull you back into a peaceful slumber.

Then the conch blows for breakfast, causing her to stir. Her eyes flutter open, turning into pools of golden honey as the light swims in the sweet waters. A small smile creeps onto her lips as her eyes meet yours.

"Hi." You whisper. Your hand strokes over her cheek.

"Hi, baby." Her voice is as soft as the way she looks at you. Before you know it she's leaning forward and placing her lips on yours. It's the first time but it doesn't feel like that. It just feels... right. Something about it is so perfect. The way your lips fit together like long lost pieces of a puzzle.

"What was that for?" Your lips remain parted when you pull away. "I just, wanted to kiss you." She mutters in reply. A blush covers the expanse of her cheeks. You never thought you'd see her so flustered. "Can you do it again? Kiss me again?" She smiles and nods at your words before leaning in and pressing her lips back against yours.

They're soft and warm as they slide against yours. It feels like coming home after a long day of training. Your favorite person right in front of you with open arms.

When she pulls away, she's smiling wider than you've ever seen her. "I really should have done that a lot sooner." You can't help but laugh at her words. "I've only been waiting for four years!"

"Why don't we make up for that?" She leans forward, resting her hand on her waist and pulling your body against hers. A chuckle leaves your throat.

"Maybe later, right now, I really want breakfast." You peck her lips once more before rolling out of bed. "Come on!"

It's not long before you're both dressed and making your way to the dining pavilion. As much as you would like to sit with her, she's already on thin ice with Chiron. You take your time getting your food and burning it, not wanting to be separated until absolutely necessary. Eventually though, you have to part ways and join your newly-claimed brother at the Poseidon table.

"I'm surprised you're not more banged up if I'm being honest." You say as you take your seat. There's not a single scratch on him.

"Annabeth kind of shoved me into the water, next thing I know everything is healed." He answers, you can tell he's nervous knowing your connection with Clarisse.

"Perks of being Poseidon's kid, that and our cabin is a lot less crowded." He laughs lightly at your words.

"You're telling me! It's nice not sleeping on the floor." The both of you go quiet for a while, eating in comfortable silence. The breeze is cool against your skin, a nice reminder of the weather barrier. When you look up, Percy is looking behind you with pure fear in his eyes. You expect to be greeted by a monster when you turn, instead you're greeted by your girlfriend.

You can't help but chuckle at the look on Percy's face. You really can't help but laugh at his face when she leans down and presses a kiss against your cheek. "I'll see in training later, right babe?"

"Wouldn't miss it." You kiss her jaw before she turns and jogs off towards the arena.

"She- you-" He looks utterly dumbfounded as what he just witnessed. "What just happened?"

"She's my girlfriend, Percy."

His mouth drops open with the most surprised look you've ever seen. "Oh."

"Is that an issue?" You don't really care if it is, but you ask anyway. "No, no I just, didn't take her as the type to really date anyone." He answers.

"Most people don't, I'll do my best to keep her from pulverizing you." A laugh escapes you before you take your leave.

Life didn't seem too bad.You had a new brother, you were dating the girl you'd been in love with for years. You might even be able to convince her to leave him alone. You'll get her spear fixed as a surprise birthday gift.

You can feel everyone's surprised eyes on you as you walk out. There's no doubt the entire camp knows by now, and there's no doubt that a billion rumors will be floating around by dinner time. But there's a part of that just, can't find it in you to care. How can you when you have everything you've wanted right there in front of you.

[alicelufenia]

I've been struggling to write a rp helper for those who want to recruit Minthara the proper way on their next playthrough, but struggle with being required to raid the grove. There's going the grove civil war route (which at least starts with you doing what Zevlor asks you to do!), but that doesn't necessarily give you a reason to join Minthara to mop them up. But @spiderwarden recently summed up the perfect one-size-fits-all Raid The Grove Tip

Just play a drow. Especially a male drow, but even if you don't it's not going to change why this is the perfect choice.

Think about it; what does a drow tav/durge owe the grove? Zevlor has to tell everyone not to hate crime you, the only one who's properly grateful to you is Kagha, who the game won't even let you properly side with! Seriously why can't you side with Kagha after exposing the shadow druid conspiracy?? That place sucks, and Zevlor COULD have let you escort their caravan as they actually headed out on the road (you could even offer your many supplies you rummaged from crates and barrels for the journey), but instead, he'd rather send you to go assassinate the generals in the goblin army, the same one that captured the Archdruid AND slew or captured half the adventuring party that was accompanying him. What did you have no faith in those guys, but oh, I'm different surely?

And if you offer to take care of Kagha, he feigns a moral quandry (whatever as one oathbreaker paladin to another I can tell him he's full of shit on that one) but agrees we're in a better position to deal with her since she's allowed us to get close. And if you follow through directly with that (who has time to search around for conspiracies when you have a MIND FLAYER TADPOLE to deal with? Why are you even still here??) the druids instantly start slaughtering all the civilians Zevlor was trying to protect! Good thing you tried to help I guess.

At least Nettie has the idea to remind you that they might mistake you for one of them with your tadpole infection, but she also tries to poison you, and with my first drow tav she asked me to hold out my hand, and then SLASHED me with the poisoned thistle with a smile on her face. She did that to a DROW?? The suicidal audacity of that bitch!

And then, just past two bridges is the goblin camp.

Immediately upon approaching these little bastards hop to it like "Drow comin through!" and that's it for customs. They'll scrape and bow and never look you in the eye as they ask if you'd like a foot rub and manicure, m'liege! Finally someone on the surface who knows how to give proper respect to their betters! And they'll immediately tell you about the drow commander. Oh word, another drow? No wonder these goblins know how to act right. Already your day is going about 100000% better than when you first spied the emerald grove. Even after the mind blast the Absolute gives you as you walk in the entrance, that's quickly solved by the artifact that darthiir was clutching like a spider guards her eggs. Normally you'd slice her throat and nick such a clearly valuable and important item first chance you got, but she's been useful enough. Better to keep her close for now.

As the goblins wither at your gaze, you head straight for this "Minthara" everyone has been talking about. And then you do your best impression of someone who isn't about to shit and piss themselves because their drow commander is none other than a honest-to-Lolth BAENRE. She doesn't have to introduce herself for you to recognize that tattoo on her neck; she must be one of those zealots who are always accompanying priestesses and slaughtering heretics in the streets. So what's a paladin of Lolth doing serving this false god of an Absolute?

Ice enters your mind, and you understand why; she's just like you, a tadpole in her brain, but she doesn't seem to know it. And she is thrilled to see you, and immediately offers an alliance. This couldn't be more perfect for you. Already you've been reluctantly willing to take on a half-breed cleric, an abomination from the astral sea who's at least good with a sword and is the only one who knows anything useful about your infection, a vampire boytoy, and even a dark-damned Wizard.

Of course you'll jump at this opportunity to have such a powerful ally as Minthara on your side! No one at the grove ever lifted a finger for you, as far as you're concerned this is the first friendly settlement you've come across, and unlike Zevlor, Minthara is willing to get her hands dirty right along side you. Let the raid begin, commander!

And now you're ready to roll up a drow tav on your next playthrough and see ALL the content the best character in the game has to offer.

I'll even close with a teeny tiney extra tip, to remember me by as you move forward.

You don't actually have to play evil-for-evil's-sake.

You were raised to be pragmatic and ambitious. Unless you're playing the most hardline-rebel-drow-fanboying-over-Drizzt ever, Minthara will be your best and most understanding ally. Beyond that, not a lot of other cartoonishly evil options really work for you unless you decide they do. Last Light inn is valuable as a safe space in the shadow curse, and you'll want to defend Isobel for that alone. Posing as a True Soul to enter Moonrise isn't very morally complicated; Jaheira will even encourage you to do exactly that! And by the time you reach the Gauntlet of Shar, you probably know what your character will do having gotten to know Shadowheart, rather than thinking "do I pick the good or the evil option".

Thanks for reading, and happy raiding everyone!

[mysticstarlightduck]

Character Voice Tag

Thanks for tagging me @thepeculiarbird (here)! I'll go with the cast of Scrapyard Boys.

My phrase: "No one told me I wasn't allowed to kill them !"

Valen: "Oh, fuck off. Nobody told me I wasn't supposed to kill 'em - besides, if that fucker didn't wanna die, then they shouldn't have started chasing us in the first place."

Luke: "What?" (laughs, slightly manic) "They were a problem. Now they're not. Moving on!"

Adrien: "Oh shit - are they actually dead? Like honest-to-fuck Dead-dead?! Oh fuck me, that's just my luck huh. I guess it's Hide A Body Tuesday again. C'mon, ya layabouts let's get rid of the evidence, then we can go order a pizza."

Erin: "The dude was coming at me with a baseball bat! I just reacted! Josh may be an asshole, but that jerk did teach me to throw the first punch so fuck it! What do you mean, 'what am I going to do'? Fuck that, let's just leave the body before anyone sees us."

Maxwell: "(looks at the body, blinks once then twice) Oh shit. Alright, alright, alright, stay calm Maxxie, breathe in, breathe out, think happy thoughts -- I know! (to whoever is with her) I just didn't know it would kill them!!! (calls her dad) 'Okay so, Dad, I'm in a bit of a pickle can you come pick me up? Oh. I may or may not have accidentally blasted someone's eardrums out with my powers, it's a long story -- Alrighty, see ya in five! Thanks!"

Quince: "Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh -- (gags). Oh shit, there's so much blood everywhere, oh fuck. I didn't mean to, oh my God, oh my gosh -! Oh damn I boiled someone alive again, oh fuck - it's like a smoothie of guts and viscera all over me oh shit --- (gags again, panic attack starts)"

Emily - "... Well damn. That was - a lot stronger than I had intended that explosion to be, I'm actually kinda impressed. What? That was a really good combustion. Of course, I'm celebrating it! At least it wasn't just a puff of hot air - like that had actual fire in it. I dig this. Aw c'mon! You didn't say I wasn't supposed to kill the maniac with the machine gun."

Josh - "Toodle-oo, fucker! Aw, wasn't I supposed to kill them? Did you want to do it instead? We can find someone else!"

Your Prompt - "Tell me you're not about to do what I think you're about to do."

Tagging (gently): @sleepy-night-child, @kaylinalexanderbooks, @smol-feralgremlin, @oh-no-another-idea, @littleladymab,

@winterandwords, @eccaiia, @sarahlizziewrites, @illarian-rambling

@agirlandherquill, @anoelleart, @ray-writes-n-shit

@writernopal, @anyablackwood, @unstablewifiaccess, @forthesanityofstorytellers, @finickyfelix

@i-can-even-burn-salad, @cakeinthevoid,

@lassiesandiego, @thepeculiarbird, @clairelsonao3, @memento-morri-writes, @starlit-hopes-and-dreams

@wyked-ao3 and OPEN TAG

[atopvisenyashill]

Do you have any fantasy book recs that you like like as much asoiaf? Or books with lots of world building as asoiaf? :)

i don't know that i like anything as much as asoiaf to be honest. also my brain turned to mush early this year (it's the depression) so i haven't read nearly as much as i used to the last several years.

naomi novik - even though she is frustratingly heterosexual, i think her books are magnificent and i'm fond of her prose. spinning silver is a standout for me

the queen's thief series by megan whalen turner - it's kidlit but it is honest to god like amazing kidlit. i cannot overemphasize how complex and intricate the plot is, i don't even think it reads like a kids or teen book, even on reread it feels like i'm reading just regular old fantasy. HOWEVER. after thick as thieves, imo, it takes HARD nosedive (i have like, suspicions why but i don't wanna put anyone on blast) and i found the ending to be a massive disappointment BUT i think i’m in the minority for that opinion so.

Stephen Graham Jones - more horror than fantasy but i adore him. especially mongrels, i think it's really underrated in terms of urban fantasy

Jo Walton - another great fantasy writer, Among Others changed my life

Austin Chant - Peter Darling is just a great, amazing Peter Pan retelling

Seanan Maguire - she'sfairly prolific and she writes all over the fantasy genre. Her Wayward Children series is divine and breaks my heart every single book

Yangsze Choo - she writes like, romantic fantasy (NOT fantasy romance), and I love her prose!

Faithless - comic series by Brian Azzarello. It's kind of weird but I think it's very fascinating

Bernard Cornwall - is he a old white man. yes. but he's a fun old white man idk

Jonathan Strange and Mr Norrell - LISTEN.

[b4mpyre-k1zz3s]

First!!! Ofc you don’t have to write this if it makes you uncomfortable!

Johnny Knoxville x gn!reader where reader is actually in a relationship with bam for a while and they sorta stay on set while they film something for jackass. The relationship is good at first but the rest of the crew starts to see it go down hill (doesn’t have to turn abusive or anything intense unless you want to I don’t mind either way). Reader is good friends with everyone but it’s kind of obvious that R and Johnny are pretty close. Johnny sees how reader is struggling and comes to comfort them when something shitty happens with Bam, and they end up getting together. (Maybe it’s when Bam gets fired or for the early era/story sake just leaves set)

Heat

An end to a friendship and the beginning of a new romance. As Y/N’s love for Bam smolders, the fire in their heart burns hot for Johnny.

Johnny Knoxville X Gn!Reader, Bam Margera X Gn!Reader

(Fluff, Angst)

2.8k Words

Warnings: Very suggestive content, very crude language, flirting, jealousy, wound care, fights, drinking, kissing

An: Thank you so much for this request!!! Honestly I think this is maybe one of the best things I’ve ever written! XD Troubled relationships are a very interesting topic to delve into and I had a total blast with this one! I am on a writing kick so keep the requests coming! :D

Bam pulled you closer on his lap as you sat under the shade of a tree in between filming stunts. His skin was sticky with sweat, but so was yours, so you didn’t mind, adhering together in the thick Louisiana humidity. The guys all sat around, shooting the shit. Sweat ran down Steve’s head and into his eyebrows as he patted Johnny on the back like how you pet a big dog, “Dude! You took that like a champ!” Rubbing the back of his neck, the sun reflected off of Johnny’s glasses as he leaned his head to the side, his pretty bone structure highlighted by the sun’s golden glow, “Yeah- i'm still kind rattled from that one if I’m bein’ honest…” You chuckled as your boyfriend put the edge of the bottle to his lips, taking a swig of his beer.

Swallowing, he reached a hand around to the back of your head, grabbing your hair and roughly pulling you into a kiss. His lips were soft, but his tongue tasted like stale beer and cigarettes as he shoved it into your mouth, your teeth almost touching. Bam bit your lip just a little harder than comfortable, licking at the raw skin he exposed as he held you there. It was rough but lazy and painfully slow, making your brain buzz in the humidity. Pulling away, he grinned, pressing his forehead against yours.

He kissed you like this all the time, and you loved it. But this time, you found your eyes were still on Knoxville, and even though you couldn’t see his, you knew he was looking back at you. Johnny was your friend- when you were on set, all the guys were- but there was something about the way he looked at you that made you want to stare back at him for a little longer.

Of course, it would take Bam a while, given how self absorbed he was, but he would start to notice the little things. Like how Johnny would always show up on set with his little Starbucks coffee, and how he’d always buy you a cup too, or how you started to stand just a little too close to Johnny every now and then. The jovial laughs, the silly banter- the pining.

You lobstered in the sun, while pretty much everyone else tanned like Greek gods who were too good for SPF. Jeff, who had a similar dermatological predicament as you, came up to you on set one day, about an hour in the sun away from looking like he should be fed to a python. “Y/N- Think you could grab some sunscreen from the trailer fr’me?” Squinting in the sun, you nodded. It wasn’t even a week into filming and you had already started peeling, so it wasn't an awful idea. Leaning over your shoulder, Johnny grinned, his broad torso pressed against your back. His low voice had a smirking, suggestive tone to it, “Yeah. Why don’t I come with you?”

“I think Y/N’s fine.” Bam sighed, stepping in front of you out of nowhere. You said nothing while Johnny made it out to be a big joke like he always did, “Aww, c’mon Bam. I mean, I could even get you some for you…” The teasing tone in his voice made Bam even redder, but he tried to play it cool in front of you, “No way. You’d probably jizz in it anyway.” Bam put an arm around your shoulders, tugging you closer with enough force to make you stumble a little. Johnny's eyebrow twitched before he cracked a grin, “You know, that’s not too bad an idea. I think I'll keep that in mind!”

As you two walked away, Johnny went back to sit with the other guys in the grass. He grabbed a beer from Chris, staring out at the tree line. You and Bam had been together for almost half a year, and from what anyone could see, everything had been just fine so far- just peachy. Sure, he got a little too into the PDA stuff sometimes, which the guys would always childishly gag and roll their eyes at, but that was it. As of the past few weeks however, it really seemed to be going downhill- anyone with eyes could see that. Answering nobody but hearing everything, Steve piped up to Johnny, “I dunno, man.” He took a drawl, “S’got some kinda stick up his ass about you- Bam ‘gettin all territorial.”

“Yeah, no shit. But, I mean- it’s not like we’re fucking in the porta potties. Y/N and I are friends!” Johnny knew how you felt about him, and he especially knew how he felt about you since this whole ordeal started, but it really didn’t sound good to say it out loud like that . “Oh Cmon, they’re totally into you!” Chris, always positive, mentioned, “I mean, who wouldn’t be? I’d fuck you in the porta potty!” Chucking, Johnny sheepishly nodded, “Well, thank you, Pontius- that’s real sweet.” Ashing his cig into a dented, empty beer can, Steve sighed, “You know, if it was me, and Y/N told me they were sick of Bam’s gherkin pickle dick…I mean, I’d hit that.”

Whenever you were on set, you were usually designated as the in house nurse because you were the only one trusted to not try to get drunk from rubbing alcohol. It wasn’t like you really minded it either, but it could get a little awkward whenever any pants needed to be dropped. This was one of those situations.

Grimacing, you stared at Bam’s ass, unsure about how to approach it. The raised lines of dick shaped burn stood out from the angry pink skin of his butt, heat still radiating off of it onto the back of your hand. He groaned, bent over a folding table as you examined him, almost scared to touch it. “I- I don’t even know what to do with this…”

“Just disinfect the thi- agh! Bitch!” He groaned as you poured alcohol on the wound. His head hit the table as you wound up a pad of gauze, pressing it against his burn. Bam’s belt buckle clinked as he stood up, pulling up his black boxers and turning to face you, his pants still undone. There was an air of tension as he leaned back against the table.

“I’ve seen you eyeing Knoxville.” Annunciating every word nice and slow, he stared up at you with a look you only see in Kubrick films. “…What?” You were thrown off, especially after what you had just done for him. I mean, who confronts you after you just bandaged their ass? He grinned mockingly, “Don’t think I don’t see you. I’m not blind, Y/N.” He leaned toward you, his lips almost touching yours as he made eye contact that could kill, “Knock it off.”

Of course, Johnny would hear about this. You’d stopped talking to Bam about how you felt a while ago. Johnny seemed to listen to you better than Bam ever did, and that kinda made you feel sick. Sure, you weren’t screwing, but what you were doing was arguably worse. Of course, it wasn't like he was your therapist- he’d recommend you Johnny Cash songs and you’d tell him ideas you had for cool stunts, but whatever it was you had, it was definitely genuine.

So Johnny came up to him on set like he would any other time he had something to ask him, “Hey, Bam. You gotta sec?” He said nothing. Johnny continued, “I heard about that thing with Y/N earlier.” This got his attention. Bam turned around to him swiftly, “What?” In comparison to him, Johnny seemed totally collected, taking a step back as Bam jutted a finger in his direction, “Did they say anything to you?”

“I just mean-“ He wasn’t having any of this, “You know what? You need to stay the fuck away from them.” He squared off, like a wolf defending his territory, “If you care so damn much, why don’t you just date’em already? Clearly you don’t give a shit they’re mine.” And just like that, he stormed off. Of course, Bam was usually pissy, but he wasn’t usually this pissy- but who could blame him?

The bar top was sticky as you leaned your forearms against it, sighing. Your boyfriend invited you to come out with him, and since the moment you stepped through the door, he hadn’t said a word to you. He’d spent the whole night laughing and chatting with his buddies like you weren’t even there. A fire burnt in your stomach, nauseating you as you chased it with your beer. You seethed quietly, staring daggers into the back of his head.

“Bam.” Trying your best to sound polite, you vied for his attention. He paid you no mind, so you spoke up a little louder to be heard over the commotion of the bar, “Bam!” Oh, now he was ignoring you. The rage inside you bubbled, the kind that made your head buzz. Getting even louder, you nearly yelled, “Bam!!”

“What?!” He whipped his head around like he had any right to be mad. “Are you serious? You are such an asshole!” As you stood up from your stool, Bam shot you a look like you were crazy, “Me, an asshole? What the fuck!” The yellowing lights of the bar made his eyes even greener as he glared at you, standing over him. “You know what? I- I can't believe you! Three hours- three fucking hours and I don’t hear a word from you!” At this point, all of his buddies had gone silent, as did a good chunk of the bar. Bam pinched the space between his eyebrows, sighing, “God- do you ever stop complaining?” Fuming, you threw your hands up exhausted, shaking your head. Standing up, Bam got about an inch from your face with a snarl.

He was so close you could feel his breath hot on your face as he spat his words, “If I wanted you’t mouth off at me, I would’ve just jiggled my zipper.” Staring into his irate gaze, you couldn’t see what you ever saw in him. He was a manchild.

And that’s what led you to lean against the rough brick in the alley next to the bar, your face burning in the cold night air. Sticking a cigarette between your teeth, the flame of your lighter shivered violently, making any attempts to light it futile. You felt the heat from inside caress your skin as the door opened, a tall figure standing next to you. He spoke in a familiar, sweet accent as he held out his hand to you, “Lemme get that.”

Cupping his hand around the flame, Johnny leaned down close to you as he flicked it, amber light cascading onto his wide palms. Your eyes flitted up to him as you took a drag, pulling away. “Didn’t think I’d see you out here, Knoxville.” He chuckled, leaning back against the wall next to you, “What? Is it cause I’m asthmatic?” You took a drawl. “Yeah. Sure.”

He sighed, looking away from you as he pulled out a napkin from his pocket and passed it to you. It was crumpled, but as you unfolded it, you noticed that the blue ink scrawled on it was still wet and half smeary. “What is this- your number?” You squinted, trying to read it under the dim light of a half burnt out street lamp.

Glancing up at him, you saw Johnny with a genuine expression of concern, his eyebrows slightly furrowed. He noticed your wide eyes and covered up his worry with a wry, infectious grin. “I- I mean, he’s an asshole but that’s excessive- even for him.” Smiling at him, you shoved it in your pocket. “Thanks.”

Johnny was so charismatic that his personality walked in the room half a second before he did, or in this case, up to the craft services table. He stuffed the last half of a granola bar in his face, finishing his story about his trip to the bar a few nights ago, “So, after I changed my pants, I go back to the bar, and Jeff does it again- pisses down the other leg! At that point, I just kinda gave up.” You raised an eyebrow, eyeing his dickies, “So that’s why you smell like that?” Snickering, he rationalized, “I mean- if I change ‘em again, I figure he’s just gonna do it on set!”

Fanning yourself with your hand, you felt a bead of sweat roll between your shoulder blades as you laughed, the heat of filming in Louisiana all too familiar. Johnny tossed his jacket over his shoulder, wiping his brow with the back of his hand, “If it ain’t 90 in the shade..” Your eyes wandered over to him. The sun shone off of his tan, glistening skin like a tall boy can with condensation, his muscles flexing. You never noticed before, but the shirt he was wearing really showed off how defined his arms were. God, you really had to like him to find him hot with another man’s piss on his pants.

About a hundred feet away, Bam leaned against a trailer with a bitter look on his face. “Dude! They’re totally eye-fucking him.” Ryan rolled his eyes, taking a sip of his beer while he continued ranting, “Like, seriously? Can you be any less obvious?” He looked at you with bile on his tongue, watching. Watching how you giggled when he made a joke, how Johnny smiled when he noticed you staring- god, he was probably saying something like, “y’see somethin’ nice, doll?” That hick asshole. “Dude. You have got to chill out.” Breaking the silence, Ryan almost sounded earnest, “They’re just friends. You are being paranoid.” Bam sputtered, “Dude! Back me up here!” He earned a shrug.

Bam had trouble keeping his clothes on, especially when you were around. This was no different. Discarding his shirt in the grass, his pants sat dangerously low on his pale hips, showing off your favorite tattoo of his as he walked over to you. He stood an inch closer to you than Johnny did, which was already pretty close, feigning coolness. “Hey, what’s up?” There was some underlying anger in the way his torso was held tensed, the way his jaw was clenched hard enough to crack geodes- it unnerved you. You shrank a little, “Nothin.”

Leaning past you, Johnny looked down at him, “What’s got’cha so hot, Bam?” It was a subtle gesture, but powerful. Bam scoffed, “Whaddya’ mean? Its hot as fuckin shit out here.” Johnny put a wide palm on your shoulder as he took a step towards Bam, standing in front of you. “I mean,” His dark, emotionless eyes looked over the silver rims of his glasses as he spoke softly, “What’s gotcha’ so pissy?” Your boyfriend stared up at him, his gaze beady and full of rage.

And in a flash, he was on him. A flurry of white, limp wristed punches and broad fisted thwacks as the two men clashed. Starting on their feet, they ended up on the ground after Johnny got Bam under the arms in a mock wrestling hold. “LA pussy!” “Philly-trash bitch!” It was like a dogfight- gnashing wet teeth, choked out obscenities- you could’ve sworn you saw Bam with raised hackles. You just stared at the action in front of you, jaw on the floor.

And as soon as it started, Jeff swooped in, grabbing Bam by the hair as he straddled Johnny and yanking him to his feet. Blinded by rage, he swung at nobody in particular as he was getting hauled off set, held a good arm’s length away like a rabid animal. You would’ve thought he was one too, with the foamy mixture of spit, blood, and sweat that dripped down his chest and the crazed look in his wide eyes as he stared back at you. The emotion behind them was indiscernible- anger, desperation, desire- just a slurry of hormones.

Glancing down at Johnny, you watched him as he wiped the cut on his lip with his thumb, blinking hard. His hair was tousled, slick with sweat that dripped down his face, making the little cuts where Bam’s tattooed knuckles hit him sting. Sitting up, he gingerly removed his glasses that were shattered against his face. “Holy shit…” You almost shook a little as he stared at you, unphased by it.

His breath was heavy as he got to his feet, looking down at you. Everything was kinda still for a moment before he snickered, “Dude. He totally got a hard on.”

[black-arcana]

LZZY HALE On JON BON JOVI's Praise: 'How Sweet Of Him To Say All These Things'

Lzzy Hale says it was "sweet" of Jon Bon Jovi to say that she should join SKID ROW as the band's new singer.

The 40-year-old Hale, who has fronted her band HALESTORM for more than two and a half decades, handled the vocal duties for SKID ROW for four shows only after the group's fourth frontman since Sebastian Bach's departure — "Swedish Idol" contestant Erik Grönwall — quit the band to focus on his health. She later took to social media to thank SKID ROW for the opportunity and express her hope to rejoin them at some point, but ruled out a full-time position in SKID ROW for the time being.

In a June 2024 interview with Rock Sound where he answered interview questions from some of the magazine's cover stars, including Hale, Jon praised Lzzy, saying: "She should please join SKID ROW. Please, Lzzy Hale, join SKID ROW. Put the two bands [HALESTORM and SKID ROW] together, if you need to. But this is the best thing that happened to Snake [SKID ROW guitarist Dave Sabo] since he met me. [Laughs]"

Recounting how Jon ended up mentioning her name, Lzzy told Heavy Consequence in a new interview (as transcribed by BLABBERMOUTH.NET): "I got asked to send in a question, a random question, to Jon Bon Jovi, 'cause they were trying to gather questions from musicians to ask him for this interview. And so then the interview comes out, and so I'm getting all these like Google alerts for this interview. I'm, like, 'Oh, cool. I'll listen to what he said to answer my question,' 'cause it's not just me asking questions. And then they mentioned me to him and he's, like, 'Oh, please join SKID ROW. You are the best thing to happen to Snake since he met me.' And all of this stuff about what I can do. And my internal teenager's, like, 'Jon Bon Jovi knows who I am. Oh my God.' And then I'm, like, 'Oh my God. How sweet of him to say all these things.' And then from that, then I'm hearing from my dad, who's, like, 'I remember you blasting…' We [HALESTORM] used to cover [BON JOVI's] 'Living On A Prayer' back in PA [Pennsylvania] bars and stuff, and, and he's, like, you used to listen to [SKID ROW's] 'Slave To The Grind'. What are you thinking right now?' I'm, like, 'I don't know what to think. This is crazy.'"

She continued: "It's like this full-circle… In 1996, if you had told me that this was going to be this beautiful bookend to this story of my journey in rock, I would have said, 'You're a liar. That will never happen to me.' And so the fact that it has, it's so much more than just, like, 'Oh, look, I got mentioned by some rock stars.' It became this beautiful thing that now I can carry forever. That's great. I get to put that on my tombstone. [Laughs]"

A short time after Jon's interview with Rock Sound was first posted online, Lzzy shared the clip on her social media and she wrote in an accompanying message: "What a compliment, what an honor, and what a tremendous piece of advice! Thank you for your kind words and candor @jonbonjovi watch the full interview at @rocksound".

Back in December 2022, Sabo looked back on his childhood friendship with Jon Bon Jovi and how it inspired him and his bandmates to become better songwriters. He told Colombia's W Radio: "First of all, [Jon and I] have been best friends since we were children. He grew up three streets away from where I grew up, so we've known each other for an awfully long time — well over 40 years now. His work ethic and his commitment to music and his perseverance showed me and showed us that it was possible to be able to have success in the music business. He was very, very helpful at the very beginning with our band and he's always been a great mentor to me. And he's always been one hundred percent honest with me regarding all aspects of our relationship. We would always play him our music that we were writing and he would always give us his honest opinion. And he was the one who, at the very beginning, was really pushing us to be better songwriters, to be better musicians, to be a better band. And he was the guy that really instilled in us that being just good isn't good enough. You've gotta aspire to be great. And that was him teaching us that."

Despite the fact that the 1989 debut album from the Sebastian Bach-fronted SKID ROW went five times platinum and produced several hit singles — including "18 And Life", "I Remember You" and "Youth Gone Wild" — there was initially a lot of bitterness surrounding its success, largely due to the fact that in return for the helping hands of Jon Bon Jovi, SKID ROW reportedly had to enter a publishing deal with Jon's then-newly established Underground Music Company in which they waived their rights to publishing royalties. All money was paid to Jon Bon Jovi and Richie Sambora. After a public dispute, Sambora gave his share of the money back to SKID ROW.

Around a decade ago, Bach reflected on the business arrangement he and his then-bandmates made with Bon Jovi, telling ArtScenics TV: "Bon Jovi took us on our first tour and we signed some papers with him that he got a cut of, if we made it big, that he would get compensated for helping us out. Nobody expected us to get as big as we got. Nobody thought that we would become a big band. That happens all the time in the music industry. Jon was, like, 'We'll take you on tour, but if you guys make it big,' then he gets a cut of it. So I was bitter about that for awhile, but then I realized that we probably wouldn't have made it as big, or maybe at all, if he didn't take us."

Back in 2015, Bach told Rodney Holder of Australia's Music Business Facts that he no longer harbored any resentment toward Bon Jovi over the publishing royalties generated by the "Skid Row" album.

"We signed a publishing deal with Bon Jovi's company, which gave him an extremely large cut of the first album," he recalled. "And when that happened, none of us realized it, really, and we were very bitter when we found that out. But our next record debuted at No. 1 on the Billboard chart, so quit your fucking whining. [Laughs] It's, like, I look back… He took us on tour… Nobody thought we'd make it. There was a million bands. We could have been BANG TANGO or TIGERTAILZ or… We could have been… There's a billion bands. We could have been BABYLON A.D. … Anyway, so, the fact that we were one of the bands that did make it was like a needle in the haystack. So for Bon Jovi to put us on the road in front of his crowd every night, that's how we made it. So he deserved to get paid for that. He could have taken any other band. So we re-did all those deals after the first album — for 'Slave To The Grind' and 'Subhuman Race' and the best-of album. We re-did all those."

[bonesandthebees]

What would you say is your favorite/funnest to write fic you wrote? ( I'm going around and asking my favorite authors)

oooo this is a fun question!! hm... well my favorite fic I've written is the stars and their children because of how proud I am of it, but it definitely was not the one that was the most fun to write. it was pretty damn painful to write if i'm being honest

the one I had the most fun writing would probably be... either patron gods, the qsmp fic I have about tommy being a god who tricked tubbo into marrying him, everything else has gone wrong just bc I blasted through that so fast and created such a fun world out of it, or if i'm going for a longer fic than probably honey and tangerines bc the vibes were just so calm and nice

these are a lot of answers i'm sorry 😭

[charmwasjess]

3, 6 and 17 for the ask game!!

THANKS ANT THIS WAS SO FUN! :D And I'm still very much accepting writer asks if anyone else wants to send me one, or reblog the list and I'll send you something. <3

3 How do you feel about your current WIP

You know, I'm definitely in that phase of writing Rabbit Heart where I'm too close to it to tell if it's successful in what I'm trying to do, but I'm having a lot of fun with the fic, so that's probably a good indicator!

Dooku and Rael are a BLAST. It's also been eye-opening to write Dooku this young, unsure of himself, with so much to prove. Meanwhile, Rael is feeling just as clueless and lost, but it's coming out in totally different ways, with him trying to push Dooku into giving him the reaction he's dreading.

And then - Dooku and Sifo-Dyas. They're circling each other, boys in newly men-shaped bodies, still playing out the dysfunctional dynamic from their backwards-ass childhood with Lene Kostana. I have written a half dozen iterations of Sifo-Dyas quietly gayly pining for an oblivious Dooku, and this fic I wanted to do differently: I wanted Dooku to fall in love with his friend in real time. Dooku being the initiator, even if it seems clear Sifo-Dyas has loved him forever before this. And that's fun and weird, because I write Dooku as someone not always very in touch with himself in matters of the heart, so he's flailing a little bit, trying to understand why suddenly things have changed, trying to frame his feelings around what has happened to Sifo-Dyas in the larger plot and his reaction to it.

6 the word that appears the most in your current draft

Hah, unsurprisingly, "Dooku" followed by "Sifo-Dyas" and "Rael." Most everything else was articles.

17 talk about my writing and editing process

WILL I EVER :D My favorite!!!!

While I don't typically finish stories before I post them, I do tend to prewrite quite a lot before I feel comfortable starting to post any part of it. I write a lot more than I ever post, including whole scenes or alternate endings or different POV characters for a certain plot point than I end up going with. (And lets be honest, sex scenes, I write a TON more sex than I post because of garden variety horniness.) So I gush out all this content and then I have to decide what goes in, what gets scrapped, what gets saved and recycled for later.

I spend a lot of time rereading and narrowing down the content throughout the writing. But when I have the shape of a chapter that I'm pretty much ready to post, I pour myself a big glass of wine and get out my ruthless choppers. I KNOW I overwrite, so this is an important part of my process. I take out the third, unnecessary adjective that of course I've included. I try to kill any darlings that aren't serving the plot. I try to rein in my runaway adverbs, which are fine to use, but I like to have about twenty more of them than I need. I cut the rambling anecdote my characters love to think back on.

I take a hard look at my characters to make sure they feel true to my interpretation of their core qualities. This is usually the part where I fix Sifo-Dyas's lines, since he's often my problem child there. For example, recently in this stage, I changed his "I'm afraid of being left behind" to "I won't be left behind," which is more in line with one of my tenants of writing Sifo-Dyas: that he is defiant and dynamic about facing his own limitations, not ever static or despairing. (Where as Dooku, god love him, can absolutely be a brooder.)

[mamamittens]

One of my favorite genres of OC-centric stories (or even canon centric if I'm being honest) is the one where the author is clearly Having A God Damn Blast. It's silly, the world is actively bending over backwards to make things happen, and it's all for their favorite blorbos.

It's also really hard to read, not because of any technical issues or regular, bad writing issues. Nah, I have a hard time reading them because I physically can't take it all in. I skip over whole sentences, stop and start reading the same chapter. I laugh my ass off and go do something else for a bit.

It's hard to explain but if I had to, it'd be that these stories actively drive me to stim without meaning to. I literally, physically, can't calmly read these fics despite my best efforts. I have to pace. I need to wave my hands or smack my fingers together in little one handed claps. Snap my teeth or bounce on my heels.

I just.

I have to DO SOMETHING.

And because of that, I'm more liable to drop them because I end up stopping my OWN DAMN SELF from investing enough to keep up with updates. Double if the chapters tend to be really long cause it's then also an issue of time commitment.

I rarely comment as it is but these are stories I hold back from commenting on if I can help it cause I have SUCH a hard time being coherent or normal about it.

It's just so damn embarrassing how riled up I get (⁠;⁠ŏ⁠﹏⁠ŏ⁠)

[guzsdaily]

Good Code is Boring

Daily Blogs 358 - Oct 28th, 12.024

Something I started to notice and think about, is how much most good code is kinda boring.

Clever Code

Go (or "Golang" for SEO friendliness) is my third or fourth programming language that I learned, and it is somewhat a new paradigm for me.

My first language was Java, famous for its Object-Oriented Programming (OOP) paradigms and features. I learned it for game development, which is somewhat okay with Java, and to be honest, I hardly remember how it was. However, I learned from others how much OOP can get out of control and be a nightmare with inheritance inside inheritance inside inheritance.

And then I learned JavaScript after some years... fucking god. But being honest, in the start JS was a blast, and I still think it is a good language... for the browser. If you start to go outside from the standard vanilla JavaScript, things start to be clever. In an engineering view, the ecosystem is really powerful, things such as JSX and all the frameworks that use it, the compilers for Vue and Svelte, and the whole bundling, and splitting, and transpiling of Rollup, ESBuild, Vite and using TypeScript, to compile a language to another, that will have a build process, all of this, for an interpreted language... it is a marvel of engineering, but it is just too much.

Finally, I learned Rust... which I kinda like it. I didn't really make a big project with it, just a small CLI for manipulating markdown, which was nice and when I found a good solution for converting Markdown AST to NPF it was a big hit of dopamine because it was really elegant. However, nowadays, I do feel like it is having the same problems of JavaScript. Macros are a good feature, but end up being the go-to solution when you simply can't make the code "look pretty"; or having to use a library to anything a little more complex; or having to deal with lifetimes. And if you want to do anything a little more complex "the Rust way", you will easily do head to head with a wall of skill-issues. I still love it and its complexity, and for things like compiler and transpilers it feels like a good shot.

Going Go

This year I started to learn Go (or "Golang" for SEO friendliness), and it has being kinda awesome.

Go is kinda like Python in its learning curve, and it is somewhat like C but without all the needing of handling memory and needing to create complex data structured from scratch. And I have never really loved it, but never really hated it, since it is mostly just boring and simple.

There are no macros or magic syntax. No pattern matching on types, since you can just use a switch statement. You don't have to worry a lot about packages, since the standard library will cover you up to 80% of features. If you need a package, you don't need to worry about a centralized registry to upload and the security vulnerability of a single failure point, all packages are just Git repositories that you import and that's it. And no file management, since it just uses the file system for packages and imports.

And it feels like Go pretty much made all the obvious decisions that make sense, and you mostly never question or care about them, because they don't annoy you. The syntax doesn't get into your way. And in the end you just end up comparing to other languages' features, saying to yourself "man... we could save some lines here" knowing damn well it's not worth it. It's boring.

You write code, make your feature be completed in some hours, and compile it with go build. And run the binary, and it's fast.

Going Simple

And writing Go kinda opened a new passion in programming for me.

Coming from JavaScript and Rust really made me be costumed with complexity, and going now to Go really is making me value simplicity and having the less moving parts are possible.

I am becoming more aware from installing dependencies, checking to see their dependencies, to be sure that I'm not putting 100 projects under my own. And when I need something more complex but specific, just copy-and-paste it and put the proper license and notice of it, no need to install a whole project. All other necessities I just write my own version, since most of the time it can be simpler, a learning opportunity, and a better solution for your specific problem. With Go I just need go build to build my project, and when I need JavaScript, I just fucking write it and that's it, no TypeScript (JSDoc covers 99% of the use cases for TS), just write JS for the browser, check if what you're using is supported by modern browsers, and serve them as-is.

Doing this is really opening some opportunities to learn how to implement solutions, instead of just using libraries or cumbersome language features to implement it, since I mostly read from source-code of said libraries and implement the concept myself. Not only this, but this is really making me appreciate more standards and tooling, both from languages and from ecosystem (such as web standards), since I can just follow them and have things work easily with the outside world.

The evolution

And I kinda already feel like this is making me a better developer overhaul. I knew that with an interesting experiment I made.

One of my first actual projects was, of course, a to-do app. I wrote it in Vue using Nuxt, and it was great not-gonna-lie, Nuxt and Vue are awesome frameworks and still one of my favorites, but damn well it was overkill for a to-do app. Looking back... more than 30k lines of code for this app is just too much.

And that's what I thought around the start of this year, which is why I made an experiment, creating a to-do app in just one HTML file, using AlpineJS and PicoCSS.

The file ended up having just 350 files.

Today's artists & creative things Music: Torna a casa - by Måneskin

© 2024 Gustavo "Guz" L. de Mello. Licensed under CC BY-SA 4.0

[mareenavee]

WIP Whenever~

Happy middle-of-the-week, everyone! I hope the writing's been good. I finished two whole fics this week. (Small, but still good.) Started on another, while getting about idk 1/3 of the way through chapter 27. That's what I'm going to share today! But first, tagging the most esteemed: @paraparadigm, @changelingsandothernonsense, @thana-topsy, @thequeenofthewinter, @oblivions-dawn (I have to know what's next lol), @gilgamish, @tallmatcha, @rhiannon1199, @snippetsrus, @saltymaplesyrup and @archangelsunited -- If you aren't tagged, consider yourself tagged, and tag me back so I can see what you've got! Without further ado, here's a section of chaos from chapter 27 of The World on Our Shoulders.

Teldryn sat on the edge of Neloth’s bed, cradling a mug of canis root tea. His skin still stung from the constant prodding and scraping to check for any remnants of the blasted Stalhrim. He was still anxious, if he was being honest. It made it hard to stay asleep. Tel Mithryn was almost unnaturally quiet, except for the low hum of the Levitation Runes and the rapid flipping of pages. At the moment, Neloth was poring over a collection of tomes while everyone else was sleeping. It couldn’t be long before dawn now. The perfect hour, really, for negative thoughts to swirl around unmitigated. He sighed and sipped his tea.

To make things worse, Nyenna still hadn’t been able to maintain consciousness for long, despite all Neloth was doing to help her. He’d theorized something about swelling in her brain combined with a disruption of the flow of Magicka through her body. It was as if the rebounded Shout had somehow broken her mind in more ways than one. The implications of that alone had him thanking Azura he’d even survived the Shout he’d gotten caught up in during that first fight by her side. He’d already decided he’d never underestimate her again, but now… Was it a death wish to stand so close to such power? Did that matter, in the end? He looked down at Nyenna now, sleeping peacefully, hair a tangled mess against the pillow, stress gone from her brow. It didn’t matter, come to think of it. It wouldn’t be right to leave and let her figure this all out on her own. She was a risk, but one he’d probably stick by until time itself came unraveled, Gods willing. He stopped mid-sip at the realization. Best if he didn’t exactly say that aloud, all things considered.

Neloth sighed heavily at his desk and swore in Dunmeris, his tone more exasperated despite keeping relatively quiet. Teldryn wasn’t sure how much of a healer he really was; even though he’d done incredible work after the Red Year, his personality sort of conflicted with the basic tenants of Restoration magic. To his credit, he did at least seem rather concerned and had even set aside the Stalhrim to study Nyenna’s condition. He’d even forced Talvas, his assistant, to drop all his projects and papers to help. The boy was passed out on his own desk in the other part of the room, exhaustion of the last few days finally catching up to him. Varlais, too, had tried to help but ended up in more of a glorified servant’s role. He wasn’t really the thinking type, as Neloth had frustratingly come to find out. Teldryn had, of course, already known.

Teldryn did the best he could with his own Healing and Calm spells. He’d offered to go get Aphia from Raven Rock, but Neloth insisted he knew more than any other Mer in a thousand-mile radius. While that was likely true, there really was no downside to having an extra pair of hands. It was just as well…the debt he’d racked up with the grand soul gems wasted on Teleportation spells outshone his earnings from the last half-year at this point. He likely wouldn’t have to pay it back, except in insults and reminders of how heroic Neloth had acted. This would go on for the rest of existence, an inside joke turned into exhaustion in no time at all. But that was just how the old wizard had always been. And to be fair, he’d pay that cost again and again if it meant helping anyone after what they’d all been through, Nyenna especially so.

To Neloth’s other point, Nyenna’s Magicka was not loud now, not like it usually was. It hadn’t been for a few days, though whatever the affliction, it was at least healing. There was a huge difference from when he’d dragged her out of the Atronach’s lair. Then, it had been almost non-existent, barely registering at all.  She was so pale. She seemed so fragile. She’d been speaking in frantic Dovahzul, almost as if possessed. And her eyes… Gods, but… It was too difficult to recall that particular memory. He swallowed hard against the fresh wave of horror. He’d been terrified. He’d lived long enough now that few things were capable of even surprising him — but this whole situation had been almost too much. Not quite as bad as Red Mountain, despite the similar wrongness in the warp and weft of the place he’d felt, and the way their feet all had been moving of their own accord toward the danger. But it had been close. Living in the aftermath of that fight left him feeling somewhat hollow where fear had burned everything else away.

Unnerved, Teldryn sipped his tea and looked at her as she slept. It’d been a whole day since the last nightmare, so this peace was progress. As he’d done a hundred times in the last span of days, he reached out and brushed some of her curls out of her eyes. That power of hers was still there, like a shock under her skin, though dulled. He had hope, though, despite everything. Even in the void left behind by all the recent chaos, she gave him hope. He didn’t quite know how to tell her that without breaking unspoken rules.

[concrete-critters]

Okay this is more a comment than an ask but Concreteclan gives me the vibes of an episodic cartoon that slowly starts to have overarching stories and themes and arcs like adventure time or..actually adventure time is the only thing I can think of. Concreteclan has adventure time vibes!/pos

OOC: Awww thank you!! To be perfectly candid and honest, while i do love adventure time and that probably did leak into Concreteclan as a result-The real inspirations of this blog are (besides other clangen blogs) tails gets trolled, Mob psycho 100 and Preeny has to repeat 6th grade. I love the mspaint aesthetic so much, i use clip studio paint but purposefully try to keep my shading flat most of the time and my lines crisply pixely. I also know that even though i could probably make the comic look "nicer" i choose to kinda play fast and loose with the lines and colors. I mean, lorn's face is constantly changing length in almost every panel lmao. Ive found its more fun to not worry so much about making sure my art is perfect. As for my inspirations- Tails gets trolled is like. actually a fucking great webcomic, as flawed as it is. (its been a while since ive read it, pretty sure slurs are used in it lol, but i digress) Concreteclan is really an homage to it in only art style and sometimes humor. If you guys want another webcomic thats like more of a direct homage, i would highly recomend Scoob and Shag, which is just as apeshit if not more. Mob psycho 100 is a more subtle inspiration, i just really resonate with the themes of that comic. I also got a confidence boost from it cuz like. Mob100's artstyle is rough and some would say "bad". But it still got made into an anime! and its still acclaimed. You know why? Cuz the art is EXPRESSIVE! It evokes emotion! And thats what im going for! emotion over perfection. Also its got really good writing. Preeny has to repeat 6th grade is. god. probably just straight up a special interest of mine. Its such a kind story. A lot of clangen stories start with tragedy. (esp when theres only two cats to start off) And dont get me wrong, i love it a lot. Starting from nothing like that is a really fun narrative and I live for it. But im a contrarian little guy. So i wanted to start off with an act of kindness that has ripple effects for the rest of the comic. There will be tragedy and sadness in Concreteclan, but I guess i just want it to be in a different way. And while im talking about inspirations, Lorn and Indigo both kinda were inspired by Papyrus and Sans from undertale. In terms of dynamics. Lorn is more inspired by Papyrus than Indigo is inspired by Sans. Indigo is far different from Sans, and would probabaly find him uncouth and a slob. She's a proper lady with manners after all. Lorn and Papyrus would fucking have a blast hanging out though.

All in all, yeah! Thats my rant of the day done, thanks for the ask! I'm Buddy and thats Conk-CRETE!

[yorshie]

Hi! This is going to be so random, but my god you are such a good author, I’ve just read burnt out (part 1 and 2) Oh my gooood you have done it once again lol I love your writing so much, when I tell you I’m crying I am REALLY crying lol, I have a really hard time processing rejection so that was hard to read, I love that reader spoke their mind as well, def wish I could be more like them, usually (specially with confession) I let the feeling rot inside, having the after math being so bitter is well, honesto realistic (if we are speaking to Leo) but so sad ☹️! Even if it was somewhat a hurtful piece (can’t even imagine what it was like writing that, so double kudos to you) it’s so good at the same me time, I love how you write up the boys and splinter, reading it was almost like seeing a movie script being played out, the interactions were very on character and the story just flows. I’d like to ask to be added to the tag list if it’s open, I truly don’t want to miss any other chapter (even if it makes me cry again lol) I’m always looking forward from new posts of you, but this one I’m def at the edge of my seat!

That’s it lol, sorry if this was a lot, I Hope you have a good day ♥️

Aw thank you so much, I'm glad you're liking my stories so far, really sorry Burnt Out made you cry though! I promise it's not suppose to be a sad story by the ending-

I've read a lot of fics where one person is downright mean and the other just sits there and takes it, and well, it never really sat right with me. Maybe it's because I was raised to speak my mind (something my mother regrets by now I am sure) and I have a little bit of fight in me and not enough flight, but I wanted to write something that maybe resembled a more realistic fight, as awful as that sounds, where blame is more on both sides and both people react to each other. and I also wanted to explore the things about Leo that I know would absolutely drive me up a wall- and as much as I love mr. blue turtle there is a lot about him that would drive me crazy-

I'll add you to the tag list, don't worry :), I've had to write down all the people asking to be added on this story, little surreal to be honest, my notifications were screaming at me this morning-

I hope you have a good day too!

oh and in case you read the story again, here's one of the songs that I blasted on repeat while writing (I feel like it's very "i'm angry with Leo")-

[crimeronan]

i actually have the majority of the next wwaitsoatl chapter drafted and have for months, i just need to rewrite and edit it. so in theory, i SHOULD be able to update soon.

the issue i'm running into is just that i need to get into a specific mindset for writing, because that story is..... Very Clearly about being sick. like it's an angsty abuse story with only metaphorical chronic illness but You Can Very Much See What Was On My Mind As I Wrote It

so now i'm going out each day like tra la la, la de da, smell the flowers, walk to the library, drink coffee in the rain, wow city lights are so shiny, the world is so full of beauty, i love trains and everyone on them including the people who bring honest-to-fucking-god boom boxes onto them to BLAST MUSIC for NO FUCKING REASON

and then i go back to wwaitsoatl and i'm like RIGHT. ADULTS WHO FAIL CHILDREN AT EVERY OPPORTUNITY AND CHILDREN HAVING GUILTY PANIC ATTACKS OVER OTHER CHILDREN BC OF HOW THEYVE BEEN CONSISTENTLY FAILED BY THE ADULTS IN THEIR LIVES. AND PEOPLE BEING SOSICK

....i'm gonna..... come back to this later.....

[feilien]

rp preferences -

knowing your partner can potentially make writing together a lot easier.

basics

✧ NAME: J

✧ PRONOUNS: they/them, but cool with any

✧  SEXUALITY: ace & panromantic

✧  TAKEN OR SINGLE: very happily taken by @thiefofcrows

three facts

when i get pretty bored with my hobbies i sometimes sign up for online courses, forget about them, and then finish the coursework within the span of one week. i'm currently taking an online course on latin.

my music taste is all over the place, i like girl groups and indie/alternative most of the time, but i also need to blast yoyo ma or tchaikovsky's swan lake on my loudspeakers sometimes.

i am friends with some honest to god local celebrities, and i fear the day that someone thinks to use one of them as a faceclaim because i wouldn't really know how to explain why i refuse to write against or use them. "did they do something problematic" no my guy, i just used to help this guy with homework in college and know too much about his escapades.

experience

✧   HOW LONG (MONTHS / YEARS?): If we're talking proper proper writing (in English) then around ten years; if we're talking general rp (and count non-English) then we're looking at about 17 years

✧   PLATFORMS YOU’VE USED: tumblr, and discord (and aim, while it still existed); also animexx and forums back in the day

✧   BEST EXPERIENCE: Some of the friends I made along that way, as corny as that sounds. There are people I've known for over ten years now, and who I've seen (and will again see) in person multiple times

muse preferences

✧   FEMALE OR MALE: Male. I've just never been able to write females for some reason

✧  FLUFF, ANGST OR SMUT: Generally angst, though I very much enjoy fluff thrown into it from time to time to balance things out. Smut is rare to non-existent, bc there's just been too many bad and awkward experiences. Rare exclusions apply if I know someone well enough and have a deeply established ship.

✧   PLOTS OR MEMES: Plots ten times out of ten for new interactions for sure. Memes are cool once there's been a dynamic established that I can work off of.

✧   LONG OR SHORT REPLIES: Mine? Always long bc I have zero chill lmao. I do try to keep it medium sometimes to not scare people away. Short? Impossible for me for some reason. Literally struggle with short stuff. A lot.

✧   BEST TIME TO WRITE: Ngl, at work most of the time. Now and again after work if I still have the energy.

✧ ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S): Like Matt? Not really. Wish I was though. I admire him for his ability to remain soft and happy and just generally for the person he is, although I don't envy him for the rest. The more grumpy muses I used to write... Yeah, personality-wise I tend to be a lot like them lmao.

tagged by: @destroyedthere (thank you <3) tagging: Don't really have anyone to tag :/