#i'm normal about samson

[nirikeehan]

i will never, ever get over the fact that apparently Samson grants himself a lordship

[oopsallmabari]

like here’s the thing. i do not have many ocs (for DA, at least) that deep down at their core are not good people. there are some that fuck up, some that are yknow. may have some questionable ethics, but i consider them mostly people that want to see good in the world and will contribute to the greater good. but eric is not a good person, and he is very deeply convinced that he is, and he is good at convincing others that he is. i think he would make a good inquisitor, but i also think that that inquisition would be a quietly horrifying one.

[bethanydelleman]

Taking a break from my usual programming to talk about Megara from Disney's Hercules being an awesome, flawed, complex, female character who has a very compelling arc.

The backstory, given by Hades, is that Meg sold her soul to him so her lover could live, but he left her for someone else. This makes her one of the very few Disney women who actually has romantic relationship baggage and experience. She is also older than Hercules (I think unique in Disney) though I think she's still mortal and within a normal lifespan. But the point is, she thought had the "Disney princess" perfect sacrificial romance, but then was betrayed.

She does fall in love and begins to believe that Hercules is a really good person, which inspires her to be better as well. Then Hercules finds out that Meg has been working for Hades the whole time and is heartbroken and betrayed. Meg sacrifices herself to save him, JUST LIKE BEFORE, but this time, she did pick a better guy and her sacrifice was honoured. Hercules probably has a far better reason to abandon Meg than previous boyfriend, but he doesn't: he goes to the underworld, retrieves her soul, and then, in another huge personal sacrifice, opts to stay with her instead of joining the gods on Mount Olympus.

She is shown as cynical, amoral, and sarcastic; not seeming to mind that she's helping Hades attempt to overthrow the other gods. Even though she likes Hercules, she agrees to attempt to find his weakness when Hades offers her personal freedom (that seems to be lifted from the story of Delilah and Samson, by the way). While she is a slave to Hades, that doesn't fully excuse her actions because we learn that she can refuse to serve him. Her motivation seems to primarily come from her not really thinking humanity is worth saving after her betrayal.

I loved this movie so much as a kid and I think I imprinted on Meg like some sort of baby duck. I love her song, I Won’t Say (I’m in Love) and how she struggles to get over her cynical views of relationships and men. But now, I'm amazed that she exists at all. She's a femme fatal who tried to take down the hero of the story and she both survives and gets a happy ending! She commited the Ultimate Narrative Woman Sin: she used her sexuality against a hero! She does make a huge sacrifice, dying to save both Hercules and the world, but in most stories she would have saved him and died (permanently). Instead, she's completely forgiven and Hercules risks his life to bring her back.

I love her. I love her story. She's the best. Can we have more of her please?

[flamboyant-king]

The world is a stage and I'm God's favorite clown. The heavens cheer for an encore and I'm revived once more.

I have this one scenario that brings Cain to respect Samson more than just some unpaid "bodyguard." I just can't freaking draw it for the life of me. So, have some stuff I drew and have my intentions/the context under the cut. Bazinga.

Eve catches wind of possible treasures that, of course, attract Cain's attention, so she gives them the coordinates and let's them do their thing. Cain and Samson are lured into a cave where they are ambushed by 30-ish drug cartel members because Mr. Cain just loves money, mischief, and manipulation. Before they could even react, Cain is shot multiple times and collapses to the floor. Samson was shot too, but remains standing looking down at Cain. The men taunt Samson for being a poor bodyguard and shoot at him again. Samson is unfazed as he walks over to one of the stalagmites. The men are at a loss, why does it seem like the bullets do nothing? Samson grabs the tip of the stalagmite and kicks at the base, detaching the thing from the floor. The men are intimidated, realizing what is going to happen next.

It's clubbin' time. *beats you to death* *beats you to death* *beats you death* x30

It's a gosh dang mess. Bludgeoned. Crushed. Impaled. Minced. Just blood all over the place. A normal Thursday afternoon for Samson. And a normal episode of Samson goes Bananas broadcasted on Angel TV.

When it seems they're all dead, Samson calms down. It's quiet now. Except for a quiet moan. How unlikely, someone alive after his rampage? He turns around and is absolutely dumbfounded. Cain's lying on the ground rubbing his head like he's hungover. He pushes himself up and looks around. Bodies strewn about and Samson in the middle of it all covered in blood. All of their blood.

"Cain? You're Alive?"

Cain looks at himself now. He's covered in blood too. His own blood.

"Oh. Haha yeah. You see. I can't die. I'm not allowed to die. GOD WON'T LET ME DIE!"

Cain has his spontaneous old man meltdown while Samson just watches. It's a lot to take in and it's a lot to let out. Cain gasps for air and the angels laugh out loud. Humanity is hilarious. Mortality is amusing.

Samson kneels down in front of Cain, placing a hand on his shoulder, mirroring the gesture of when they first met.

"I know I'm here to protect you, but can I promise you this? With all my strength, not only will I keep you safe, but I will also be the one who kills you."

The angels' laughter stops.

Cain chuckles.

"I hope you do."

And then they kiss. No they don't. But wouldn't that be pretty gay? Nah, they leave the cave and go back to their car that's parked a mile or so deep into the forest.

Samson gets in first. Cain has to make a quick phone call to his dear friend, Eve.

Cain hangs up and sits in the car, as well. It's quiet now.

Then Samson starts snoring.

Unbelievable.

--

You know me, I like to have a bit of drama sprinkled in my shit posting just for continuity and like a basis to go off of.

Eve was one of Cain's blood donation "whores," but Samson is here now, so she's relaxing and just gathering information. She usually cleans up the messes Cain leaves behind. Evidence, bodies, or just looting. (I have an example of a mess she cleans up, but that's backstory I might get to.)

Cain will try any and every method to bring in more money, maybe robbing banks, maybe treasure hunting, maybe working a lemonade stand. OH MY GOD, Jacob and Esau running a lemonade stand for Cain that's freaking so stupid. Cain mostly is a loan shark, but he dabbles in the black market with stolen goods and stolen guts.

Samson has some debt with Cain he is repaying by being his "bodyguard." Sending Bethany to stupid fancy Christian academy is expensive. Assisting Cain on excursions, breaking traps, or helping collect pay from certain folks. Samson and Bethany get to sleep at Cain's hideout, but shhh no one can know where it is. Bethany, why did you bring Lazarus here. Gosh dangit.

The practically immortality comes from Cain's Curse "bestowed" on him by God for killing his brother, Abel. (Of which I do have sketched, but that's a mess Eve will have to clean up too.) No harm can come to Cain and those who harm him get returned to them sevenfold. So, if Cain is stabbed, the person would be wrung like a wet towel and slapped across the asscheeks of an elephant and laid down to be trampled on by said elephant.

That's what I got so far. Have Samson all bloodied up close and personal cause gosh dangit I did good on the blood. Love you guys!

Have a good and cringey freaking day.

[littlelioncub43]

Lloyd and dark!reader who sits on his face and rides that mustache forcefully😩 Lloyd passes out because she doesn’t let him breath, but reader doesn’t care. She just keeps going

Ah! I'm feeling soft, but I'll indulge in this thot because it's hot 🥴

NSFW below the cut! Dark!reader and dark content (non/dub con), if you dont like it, you don't have to read it 💖

You could tell he was close. To passing out, that is. His eyes had that glazed look they always do when he's just at his limit, his bound arms yank at the ropes as his instincts kick in, fighting to keep him alive. You weren't going to kill him, no no no, he was too pretty to kill.

You were going to keep riding his face until he lost consciousness, that was certain. You both knew it.

"There we go, that's it, so close aren't you, Lloyd?" You coo through your sultry moans, the grip you had on his hair only tightening as he tries to thrash around, albeit very weakly. A few pathetic whimpers vibrate against your soaking cunt as his answer. You can practically hear him begging for you to let him breathe, to get off, to touch his dick, to give him a break— anything.

"Oh, I know, sweetie, I know," you mock and grind down a little faster, loving the way his mustache roughly tickles your clit. A pleased shiver runs up your spine and you let out another throaty moan.

He hated when did that— mock him with your moans and whimpers, telling him how good you feel while reminding him how little you care about him. Lloyd does his best to glare up at you but the black dots that dance around the corners of his vision grow bigger and bigger until he's going limp on the bed beneath you.

You give a soft giggle when you feel his head grow heavy in your grip, glancing down you find his eyes shut and relaxed. He looks so pretty with your juices running down his flushed cheeks. A few more nasty grinds of your hips and you're cumming all over his placid face. You laugh to yourself and catch your breath, slowly grinding to ride out your high.

When you finally lift yourself off of Lloyd you can't help but giggle again. There laid the Big Bad Hansen, unconscious and tied to your bed, his own cum smeared along his stomach, then your cum coating his face and neck. He was going to be so pissed, it made you giddy.

You climb off him with trembling legs and clean yourself up. Once you're dressed in your silk pajamas, you decide to be nice and clean Lloyd up yourself. Normally, you'd have one of your butlers do it for you, but you decide to spare the old man the trouble of cleaning up your partner? Enemy? Fuck buddy? Whatever the fuck Lloyd was to you, he was a fucking mess.

"There you go, Hansen," you say to his unconscious body as you pull his boxers up his legs, his skin clean and fresh from your favorite wipes. With a satisfied nod, you turn and head for your office, telling Samson to show Mr. Hansen the door once he wakes up.

[6-maranatha-scours-the-universe]

Loving the Angels of Kill Six Billion Demons

I'm just going to use examples from the earlier volumes of KSBD (from a limited area because I haven't read much). I can't help but love the angels in KSBD not just from the fact of the intense creativity of the artist (Tom Parkinson-Morgan) working on the webcomic but from the fact that it kind of embraces the duality of angel depictions that internet culture has been meming about for a little bit. You know what I'm talking about. The biblically accurate angels memes. (Also I'm largely unaware of the pronoun conventions of the angels in KSBD but I'll just use nonbinary pronouns for them all.)

As much as I enjoy these memes because they are funny, they actually create a pretty inaccurate image of what angels look like in the Bible because they just choose to over-represent angels like the Ophanim and Cherubim from the Book of Ezekiel.

Depiction of Ezekiel's Vision from the first chapter of the Book of Ezekiel (there are four angelic figures in the chapters but this one only shows two) by an unknown artist. But in the Bible, the majority of angelic figures other than these ones are just... dudes, I mean that in that they are non-cosmic horror-looking figures. While the majority of angels aren't particularly well described we can tell who are, and who aren't angels because of the Hebrew word Malakh which means "messenger." And it sort of makes sense that the majority of the time these messengers sent by God would generally be amiable-looking humanoids when interacting with humans as opposed to always looking like cosmic horrors inspiring nigh madness-like awe. I think a good example of an angel is the(or an) angel of the Lord who appears multiple times in the Bible at key points to relay messages from God to humans at multiple key points. For bringing Manoah's barren wife, then Manoah, (Judges 13:12-18, 13:21) that she's going to give birth to Samson and instructions as to what to do with Samson. This dude probably looked normal to them, or normalish in their context. Look this isn't trying to be professional because I just want to give some proper appreciation for KSBD for towing that line between cosmic horror and normalish looking human (or humanoid) in the context they live. The specific points in KSBD that I want to bring attention to are 82 White Chain (full name "82 White Chain Born in Emptiness Returns to Subdue Evil") and their form in the Void. With the more recognizably "biblically accurate" angels appearing as their true forms in the Void while they await reincarnation or release from their banishment.

Incarnate

In the Void

Some other angels in KSBD also at the very least have the appearance of "maybe they're just going to say hi and not kill me" in their incarnate forms (in the context of the multiversal world) of KSBD. Like 2 Michael.

Incarnate

Form in the Void 1 Metatron and 6 Juggernaut Star Scours the Universe are imo the angels that are universally the most alien (even in the context of the multiversal reality they inhabit). Juggernaut for being metal as fuck looking in all forms and Metatron for their size to be representative of their closeness to divinity

In the Void (Juggernaut)

Incarnate (Juggernaut)

Void (Metatron)

Idk. This isn't meant to be a professional examination of these characters in relation to biblical angels. Hell, the angels in KSBD aren't even directly relatable to biblical angels in a metaphysical sense because of the mix of Gnosticism and Dharmic religious theology influencing worldbuilding. Fuck it lol. It's good art..... also I stole some of Juggernaut's name for this Tumblr account name lol. Sources for the Art: https://knowyourmeme.com/editorials/guides/what-are-biblically-accurate-angels-and-why-are-they-a-meme https://knowyourmeme.com/memes/biblically-accurate-angels-be-not-afraid https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Ezekiel%27s_vision.jpg https://killsixbilliondemons.com/comic/wielder-of-names-1-8/ https://killsixbilliondemons.com/comic/ksbd-1-14/ https://killsixbilliondemons.com/comic/wielder-of-names-1-5/ https://killsixbilliondemons.com/comic/wielder-of-names-3-56/ https://killsixbilliondemons.com/comic/wielder-of-names-1-10/ https://orbitaldropkick.tumblr.com/post/82091686323/the-angel-called-6-juggernaut-star-scours-the https://killsixbilliondemons.com/comic/wielder-of-names-2-24-incarnate/

[theluckywizard]

Get to Know the Fic Writer

Thank you for the tag @leggywillow 🥰 Gosh I think I did this last year? Things have changed a bit!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

43

2. What’s your total AO3 word count? 463,350

3. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

In the Shattering of Things (Cullen x f!Trevelyan, Hawke x f!Trevelyan) 141

The Boy Who Talked Too Much (Alistair x f!Cousland) 67

Some Kind of Witchcraft (Cullen x f!Trevelyan) 59

Unvarnished (Blackwall x f!Trevelyan) 57

The Protestations of the Commander's Bed (Cullen x f!Trevelyan) 46

4. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Always! Oh man alwayyyys. I am so grateful for anyone who takes that extra moment to share something they liked or a thought that popped into their head. Truly. It's a special kind of reader that leaves comments. They really are the fuel that keep me going! Especially on my long fic I feel like I'm getting to know some of my readers and I love the discussions I've gotten into about my blorbo and her interactions with canon characters. OR just canon characters!

5. What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

Probably Fractures. I wrote it especially for Whumptober and in it Cullen's obsession with Samson led to a throwdown in Emprise that nearly left him dead and Rose is understandably at her wits end with him. They have 'make up sex' that does nothing to resolve any of the feelings of betrayal and abandonment and anger that Rose feels.

6. What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending?

Probably The Commander, the Tevinter, and a Bottle of Lightning a Cullen & Dorian, Cullen POV fic where Cullen's romance with Rose Trevelyan seems to finally be coming to a head at long last.

7. Do you write crossovers?

Not yet! Probably won't though.

8. Have you ever received hate on a fic?

The closest is maybe vocal dislike of an original character. He's a competing love interest though, so I get it. People have their preferences and want to nudge me a certain way.

9. Do you write smut?

LOLLLL yes. 4 of my top 5 above are explicitly smuts and my long fic has 4 at this point. My friend @nirikeehan says "be the smut you wish to see in the world" so I try to write joyful, consensual, authentic feeling smuts that also capture the awkwardness/silliness/normality of sex. My hope is that someone reading it who isn't quite experienced with this stuff gets to see a really positive, realistic portrayal.

10. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not to my knowledge.

11. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope

12. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Not yet!

13. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

I can't show my whole ass in the midst of a multiship long fic, so I will keep quiet on this one 🤐

14. What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

A Splinter of Light (my Rose and Dorian get stranded in the future during In Hushed Whispers Nightmare!AU fic)

15. What are your writing strengths?

Believable dialogue and banter, authentically drawn characters readers can root for, lively descriptions

16. What are your writing weaknesses?

PLOT. It's just always been a struggle for me. World building too. LISTEN. There's a reason I'm writing fan fic LOL. Though I recently got Scapple (from the Scrivener makers) and it has been a game changer! I'm using it for my long fic and my other major WIP Kiss Me Moonstruck right now.

17. What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

I've done it for a few select lines during Wicked Eyes Wicked Hearts, mostly to underscore how bad Hawke is at speaking Orlesian. But generally I will just note when a character is speaking in a new language.

18. What was the first fandom you wrote for?

Dragon Age! I stumbled into it a smidge over a year ago (after playing for 9ish years) and love it so much!

19. What’s a fandom/ship you haven’t written for yet but want to?

Cullen/Bethany Hawke

20. What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

Oh man, barring my long fic which is my baby and still in progress it would probably have to be my new Cullen POV fic Thirst that digs into the lead up to his crisis during the Perseverance quest. But Kiss Me Moonstruck is my Hawke x f!Trevelyan MatchmakingMoms!AU WIP set during DA2, Act 2 and mannnn nothing makes me smile and laugh like this fic. I can't wait to publish it!

Tagging @delicatefade, @bluewren, @samseabxrn, @rowanisawriter, @greypetrel, @nirikeehan, @spicywarl0ck, @monocytogenes

[sleepyselkiesims]

Part 29

Awww, thanks, Mayami! I'm sorry you never got to see your kids grow up. You were a great chef.

After Siobhan's birthday, life continued on as normal.

...ok.

Luca did his best to help Siobhan with her schoolwork, even though she didn't enjoy school at all.

What she really liked was taking care of Samson, much to the dog's dismay.

Wow, one walk sure left poor Samson in a righ ol' mess...

But Siobhan really did like all aspects of dog care! Yay!

Aurora would've sped up the job, but turns out scruberoo doesn't work on pets. There were plenty of other things that needed her magical attention anyway!

You fix one thing, another breaks...

Aurora spent every spare moment building her magical prowess. She didn't want to end up overcharged from trying to fix things!

Although that pesky baby bump made it really hard to focus.

Luckily the hard work paid off, and Aurora could finally make getting food easier!

She didn't end up using it much, since she loved the stall foods and live music.

Besides, nothing could stop her for asking random people for food!

Oh hey, Dante! How're you feeling about being a papa?

...ok, it's going well!

Luca for one couldn't wait to meet his new baby! He was gonna be a great dad!

Although uhhh... they were probably going to need a bigger living space. Privacy was tough to come by as it was...

Siobhan was also super excited for the new baby! While Aurora made baby clothes, Siobhan gushed about all the cute things she'd do with the baby.

In fact, Siobhan already had a list of baby names! Which Aurora did her best to support, though "Sparky McEdgelord" wasn't ever going to be a reality.

Poor Samson did not enjoy everyone succumbing to the baby fever.

Never fear, doggy! There will always be love for you!

Bonus

Oh, so Luca doesn't like PDA, but is fine swooning for a virtual audience??

....That is some really cold-blooded revenge, Aurora. Geez, these guys don't understand privacy!

[skylarstark4826]

I do not own Avatar

Strip Poker

'Bored' Trudy thought to herself as she lay on her bed staring up into the ceilling. She hated days like this. Days when Jake and Grace went on some adventure with the Na'vi. Sometime they were away for days at a time. It drove her insane. It keep her away from her natural element.

The sky, that was where she felt most at home. Flying her Samson through the skies of Pandora, seeing the beauty of the Hallejuah mountains that floated in the sky like something out of a fantasy story.

She was a wild bird, not ment to live in a cage. She heard the sound of Norm fiddling with something in the lab. 'Well it ain't all bad' she thought as she got up from her bed and headed out of the sleeping area to see what there resident genius was up to.

Normally Trudy didn't interact with the "Brainiac" as she called them. The only one she really like was Grace and that was cause of her take no shot attitude. But still Norm Spellman had a kind of ssweet geeky charm that made it so she couldn't help but like the kid.

"Hey Norm" she said. "Hey Trudy" he said before peering down a microscope and writing something down. "What are you doing?" she asked. "Just finishing off checking some specimens" he said before heading over to the table. "Need any help?" she asked.

"No i'm done with the test" he said before sitting down. She said nothing only looked at him with mild interest.

"If you're that bored Trudy you could go outside and watch the grass grow". She laughed at his suggestion and said "I can't help it, i'm going steer crazy being cooped up in this little shack, I'm suppose to be flying you guys around this planet not sitting around while Jake and Grace get to have all the fun"

"Tell me about it, I spent years studying everything about the Na'vi, their culture, history, language, and here i am examining plant cells" he said sounding frustrated.

"That's got to suck" she said. "Yeah but i can't really blame Jake for it though, he didn't ask for it to happen"he said begrudgingly.

"Hey how about you and i go for a little flight around the mountains" she suggested. "We're terribly sorry but all flights have been grounded due to adverse weather conditions" he said impersonating annoucements while pointing to the window.

This was the first time Trudy noticed the heavy rain outside making flying impossible. "Yp got to be kidding me" she said after about five minute of staring at the rain hoping for it to stop.

"If you want something to pass the time i have a rubrix cube in my bag" he said. Trudy turned around and saw that Norm was playing with a deck of card on the table.

"What the hell are you doing?" she asked. "Playing solitaire" he said confused.

"Back up, you had a deck of cards with you this whole time and you never told me" she said. Norm said nothing, he didn't have time to , Trudy sat down at the table asked for the cards. He handed them to her as she began to deal them out.

"What are you doing" he asked confused. "You and me are gonig to play poker" she said.

"We don't have any money" Norm pointed out.

"I neevr said we were playing for money, this is a game of strip poker" she said.

"Strip...Poker" Norm said shocked. "What the matter got something you want to hide" Trudy insinuated.

Norm blushed and remained silent. "Don't worry i'll go easy on you, but i'm looking forward to winnig this game after all I've heard big thing come in small packages" she said smiling impishly as she dealt the card.

'Oh how wrong you are' Norm thought to himself smiling on the inside.

After many turns Trudy was down to her underwear whereas Norm had only lost his shirt, vest and left shoe. Now she was really starting to sweat, she thought she'd be mopping the floor with Norm. She thougth he'd be doing a strip tease for her, not the other way around.

Trudy couldn't help but stare at Norm despite her situation. He looked like a wimp but was actually quite well built. ' Wouldn't mind me some of that' she thought herself. 'Get your mind out of the gutter Trudy' she chastised herself

Norm was thinking very interesting thought about Trudy. He alway thougth she was beautiful, perhaps the most beauitful woman he had ever meet but now he had a full view of her and he could keep his eyes off her.

Trudy smiled as she looked at her hand and said "Looks like the winds have changed my friend". With that she revealed her four 10. "Lose the pants" she said.

"Not so fast" he said revealing his hand. he had four kings. 'You've got to be kidding me ' she thought. "Lose the bra" he said grinning like a Cheshire Cat.

"Not so fast, how did you do it, how are you so good" she asked suspiously. "Beginners luck" he said. With she shot him a look that remind him who he was dealing with and that she could kill him quite easily.

"Ok, truth is my brother used to teach me how to play when i was a kid" he said. "Go on" she said realising their was more to the story. " And in college a lot of my income came from poker games, they all fell for the same trick, they all thought i was some naive kid with absolutely no skill at the game at all but i happened to have a great poker face and ability to read people"

Her face softened and she smiled and said "That a pretty good trick, well i guess i have to keep my word and follow the rules of the game" she said before getting up and heading across to Norm.

She sat on his lap and kissed him on the mouth. She them began to unhooked her bra when suddenly they heard a loud hissing noise. Trudy grabbed her clothes and sprinted into the bathroom. Norm was left sitting in the chair speechless. "Norm get in here and help Jake get out of his pod" Grace shouted getting out of hers.

Returning to reality he said "Yes Dr Ausgustine" and got up and helped Jake out of his pod.

Later that Night.

Norm was laying his bunk going over the event in his mind. Trudy had kissed him and if Jake and Grace hadn't interrupted them who know what would have happened. He decided just to put it to the back of his mind and chalk it up to a one off thing. Trudy wasn't interested in a guy like him he told himself before turning over to get to sleep.

Just then He felt something climb into his bed and say "Mind scooting over a little".

"Trudy he said "What are you..." he began before being cut off by Trudy who kissed him and said "Picking up where we left off".

[barely-coherent]

Sebastian x Elliot Headcanons

I'm down bad for these two quiet

They probably met at the dock

Imagine there's normal weather patterns and it can randomly start raining okay?

So sebastian has a computer so he probably checks the weather

Elliott has no TV, no computer so he can't check

Sebastian starts walking to the dock right before it starts raining

Elliott is already out there

And it just starts POURING

Like really coming down

Elliott is like "Oh no" and runs over asking if he can use Sebs umbrella just until he can get inside

Sebastian is like "Uh sure" and they walk over to his cabin and Elliot suddenly looks really inspired

"Thanks, I can add this to my romance book!" And rushes inside and Sebastian is just standing there like "You can h w a t"

A few days later Sebastian comes back and is like "Hey, about that umbrella thing, wtf do you mean add it to your book, I just walked you a couple feet."

And Elliott starts going off like "Okay so you know how it's the cliche kiss at the end of a date outside the front door and like sharing an umbrella gets them close? So I was thinking-"

And Sebastian just listens

And he's like "Oh no"

Cause Elliot has a really nice voice

My voice claim for him is Liam O'Brien from Vox Machina

ANYWAY

Sebastian is just like "Uh huh, cool" And walks away like "OH NO"

I imagine he goes home and texts Sam like "I think I have an idea for a song"

And Sam is like "OH HELL YEAH" cause he thinks Sebastians song will be sick as hell

And then they try it out and it's like this love song about someone being super out of their league

And Sam and Abby are like "... Man, are you good?"

And he's like "You can't laugh at me."

And they nod with their fingers crossed

"Y'know the guy that lives on the beach?"

They start nodding

"Also a loner, probably mentally ill, it checks out."

And then go over to Elliott and he's writing poetry about how he wants to kiss the carpenters son

I may be projecting but I think Sebastian falls soft and slow while Elliot falls hard and fast

So with Sebastian being like "Yeah, Elliott's lowkey fine as hell" He didn't know what to do

Also, Elliott is a stoner because I said so

One day Sebastian enters the saloon and he just REEKS of weed and Elliott just sniffs the air and is like "Perfect smoke circle acquired"

He doesn't really know how to approach Sebastian about it though

But Sam is trying to be a wingman and is like "Elliott, my bud, my pal, my good good friend, can I ask a favor?" And asks him to review the song that Sebastian wrote

Sebastian is like "Wtf are you doing?"

"Helping."

And Elliott is like "Sure, okay"

And after a while of reading it he's like "It sounds like you wrote it high. Like this doesn't seem like him, was he high?"

And Sebastian let's out a laugh and is like "They wouldn't put it past me but no, I wasn't high."

And Elliott is like "We should smoke some time, that would be fun."

And Sebastian is like "Alright fine."

ALSO MY FARMER IS ALSO A STONER

They meet up to smoke and Elliott is like "Did you know the farmer is really good at baking? Both ways too."

And Sebastian laughs

Like actually laughs as Elliott hands him a brownie

They both lie on the floor and get high and then Elliott is like "That was a love song, yeah?"

"Huh? Oh yeah."

"Hmm... Was it about someone specifically?"

Sebastian is like "Yeah, how'd you know?"

"There were a couple lines about living on the beach and not living up to a romance book expectations"

And Sebastian is like "I gotta call someone real quick" and pulls out his phone

"SAMSON WHAT THE FUCK NOW HE KNOWS"

And Elliott is like "Don't worry, I thought it was cute."

They talk it out

Elliott is like "I could take you on the best date of your life"

And Sebastian is like "The only date of my life."

Elliott is like "How much do bus tickets cost to Zuzu city?"

And Seb is like "... You ever ridden a motorcycle?"

The date is honestly pretty fun

They go to a library and Elliott buys him some new sci-fi books

They also go thrift shopping

Afterwards, Seb is like "That was fun"

And Elliott just nods with this look on his face like he's almost sad

And Sebastian is like "Do you wanna... come in?"

So Sebastian sneaks him into his room

NSFW MINORS DNI

Ngl, it probably doesn't start right away

Elliott is like "Tell me if I'm wrong but I have a feeling this room is soundproofed"

And Sebastian is like "And from that you know why I invited you in?"

And Elliott just looks at him awkwardly before Sebastian just pounces

It's a little awkward, teeth clash and their noses bump but it's perfect to them

They both chuckle a bit at the clumsiness before angling their heads for a better connection

Elliott had ditched his coat snd vest for the date so there was a lot less clothing in the way

The new hoodie Sebastian got had a zipper so there was easier removal

Elliott however had gone for a half button shirt

As he pulled it off, his hair was pulled back and Sevastian groaned at the sight

"You look good with your hair pulled back"

Elliott grinned and grabbed a hair tie from his wrist, tying it back into a ponytail

Sebastian bit his lip and pulled him back in for another kiss

As they shimmied their pants off Sebastian motioned to his desk

"Condoms, lube"

Elliott quickly got them before turning around to see Sebastian stroking himself, hand in his boxers

Elliott had to hold back a growl at Sebastians panting face

As he climbed back on the bed, Sebastian fully removed his boxers and leaned back slightly

Elliott slicked up his fingers and pushed one in

"That feel okay?"

"Mhm! More than okay."

As Elliott added a second finger Sebastian threw his head back and moaned

Elliott was a goner for his expression, pulling out his fingers and ripping open the condom wrapper

He held himself above Sebastian and kissed him, interlocking their fingers as he pressed in

Sebastians mouth fell open in a silent moan and grabbed onto Elliotts hair, pulling slightly

"Fuck, baby, do that again." Elliot whined as he began to rock his hips

Sebastian continued tugging Elliotts hair, pulling him down to his neck

Elliott took that as a cue to start sucking and biting his neck, dark red splotches being left behind in his wake

At a particularly hard bite, Sebastian arches his back and clenched around Elliott, making him grin

"You like when it hurts, love?"

Sebastian nodded, squirming as Elliot bit down again

Elliott started moving his hips faster, gripping onto Sebastians hips and dogging his nails in

"Fuck, oh fuck! Yes, like that!" Sebastian tugged Elliotts hair harder, losing himself in the pleasure

A growl from Elliott made Sebastians eyes open, looking at the purely animalistic look of Elliotts face

Sebastian burned that into his memory, feeling himself getting close

"You close? C'mon, cum for me, be a good boy."

Sebastian tipped over the edge with that and let out stuttered gasps, attempting to close his legs around Elliott as he shot ropes across his chest

With a few more pumps, Elliott filled the condom and gently pulled out of Sebastian, tying it off and throwing it in the trash can

"Shh, you did so well, you were so good." Elliott stroked his hair, holding him close to his chest

As Sebastians breathing evened out he stretched from staying in the same position and yawned

"Can you get me a towel? Bathroom's upstairs next to the kitchen." He mumbled and let his head fall back to his pillow

Elliott returned shortly after along with a glass of water

Sebastian slowly sipped the water as Elliott wiped him down

After he had finished about half the glass, he set it down and stretched out his arms for Elliott

"Stay the night, I'll think of an excuse tomorrow morning"

The next morning, Sebastian walked Elliott back to his cabin and chuckled

"Just like the book" He grinned and kissed Elliott before waving and making his way back

Bonus

"So, you had fun last night" Abigail grinned at him

"I have no clue what you're talking about."

Sam walked up behind him and pulled his hood higher up his neck

"The hood isn't as high as you think it is, Seb." And Sebastian immediately realized why Demetrius looked more disappointed than usual

"So how was it?"

"I'm not telling my best friends about my sex life."

"Ooh, that means it was kinky~"

"Maybe we stop talking now."

[nirikeehan]

@monocytogenes's meme generating genius strikes again

[doki-doki-lesbian1225]

i uh. wrote track names and descriptions for a take on the same puppet

oh and uh. credits to rejona. because i used her take on top as a basis for samson being. a yeehaw.

oh yeah. samson is a yeehaw cowboy gunsmith who used to work with j.v before uh. getting split one way or another. i dunno maybe the dark worlds were connected and got separated when something happened (maybe fuckin'. the roaring is the term used to refer to it for funsies)

the lightners are uh. ever so slightly off for the fun of it. all that really matters is that Kris is Kriss, Susie is Suzy, and Ralsei is Ralzae

kriss always wanted to be a hero as a kid, and that's where the. whole like. knight aesthetic of their dark world design comes in. probably has a helmet and everything and is more specifically based on normal undyne. suzy is suzy. kriss and suzy are also like. closer than kris and susie? that or it's just. highlighted more.

oh and the soul's the narrator. because why not. also seamaker being bloodana is because. seamaker, dealmaker. i couldn't figure out a. a better pun out of clan bandana.

anyway

Samson, The Marksman Marionette "This is the 'Kris the Anything Muppet' replacement for my new and original AU, The Same Puppet (Emil's Take!) Think about it! Nobody's ever made an AU! [* [* h]] [* [* HOWDY THERE, MY (Good) PARDNER!]] [* [* YOU SURE (Bad), ALL ALONE BY YOUR (Ugly) SELF!]] [* [* MMMMMMMAYBE, MAYBE.. THE COMPANION YOU NEEDED ALL ALONG………]] [* [* WAS]] [* [* ( Gun!)]] [* Oh, you're not alone- You're just taking a detour for a friend-]"

BANG! "This is the 'Yo buddy,' replacement for for my new and original AU, The Same Puppet (Emil's Take!) Think about it! Nobody's ever made an AU! [* [* LISTEN PARDNER.]] [* [* YOU DON'T SEEM TO REALIZE JUST WHAT YOU'RE (Miss!)ING!]] [* [* POWER! POWER THAT WOULD MAKE THE (Big)GEST OF (Iron)S WEEP!!]] [* [* ALL YOU. HAVE TO DO. IS.]] [* [* (Three easy payments of $9.99), (Peas) AND (thank you and goodnight.)]] [* Samson really needs to listen. You DON'T need this. You just need to get through.]"

Tumbleweed Alley "This is the '5000 ping and counting' replacement for for my new and original AU, The Same Puppet (Emil's Take!) Think about it! Nobody's ever made an AU! [* [* ..WELL (, boy) HOWDY!]] [* [* YOU ACTUALLY MADE IT!]] [* [* WASN'T.. Expecting that..]] [* Yeah, yeah. You just ask Samson what he wanted you here for.] [* [* OH! RIGHT!]] [* [* ((canned laughter)), I CAN BE SUCH A (Clutz) SOMETIMES.."]] [* You mumble that it's spelt 'klutz'.] [* [* LISTEN, PARDNER. THE QUEEN. THE ONE RUNNING THIS WHOLE SHABANG.]] [* [* SHE'S KEEPING POWER FROM US, KRISS. THE ULTIMATE POWER.]] [* [* THE POWER OF. (E) (X).]] [* [* I NEED YOU TO. GET INTO. HER BBBBBASE. MENT. AND THEN. KRISS. TAKE THIS. BADGE. AND PUT IT. ON. THE MACHINE.]] [* ..the machine?] [* [* THE MACHINE. YOU'LL KNOW IT. WHEN YOU SEE IT.]] [* ..sure. You awkwardly wave Samson goodbye as you leave.]

Bloodana "This is the 'Seamaker' replacement for for my new and original AU, The Same Puppet (Emil's Take!) Think about it! Nobody's ever made an AU! [* You trudge through the murky red depths, making sure to hold the badge high.] [* You have no idea why it's so flooded down here. It's like they wanted to get rid of something. Or someone..] [* …] [* Stay strong, Kriss. I'm with you in the dark.]"

DRAW. "This is the 'desync' replacement for for my new and original AU, The Same Puppet (Emil's Take!) Think about it! Nobody's ever made an AU! [* [* HAW. HAWHAWHAWHAWHAWHA((manic cackling))]] [* [* KRISS. PARDNER. BUDDY.]] [* [* WE'RE FINALLY. I'M. WE'LL FINELLY BE.]] [* [* POWER. POWER. POWER.]] [* [* WE'LL GET SO WE'LL GET SO WE'LL GET SO-]] [* You stumble back, asking Samson to calm down a little.] [* [* ..CALM? DOWN?? BUDDY. PARDNER. KRISS.]] [* [* 'M. FINALLY. (Sheriff). I FINALLY (run this town). AND YA WANT ME T'? CALM? DOWN?]] [* [* YA DON'T. (make the calls), PARDNER.]] [* [* GO AHEAD 'N TRY.]] [* Samson points the barrel of his gun at your head.] [* You panic, barely managing to mumble Suzy's name.] [* [* HAW. HAWHAW. SEE. CALL ALL YA LIKE, KRISS.]] [* [* AIN'T NO ONE PICKIN' UP NO MORE. JUST LIKE IT'S SUPPOSED T'BE.]] [* [* I LIKED YA, BUDDY. I REALLY DID. BUTCHA DONE WENT AND OUTLIVED YER USEFULNESS. YER NOTHIN'.]] [* [* SO WHY DON'T WE JUST BACK UP A LITTLE. AND LET. M'LIL MAGNUM OPUS. (do the rest!)]] [* You scream Suzy's name.]

AND LET トイレ手榴弾 DO THE REST "This is the 'GIGA プリン' replacement for for my new and original AU, The Same Puppet (Emil's Take!) Think about it! Nobody's ever made an AU! [* [* OH. OH I DAMN GET IT NOW.]] [* [* YOU 'N YER. DAMN LIL POSSE. WANNA SHUT ME DOWN FER GOOD.]] [* [* YOU WANNA. TOSS OUT ERRYTHIN' I HAD.]] [* [* HAW. HAWHAW. WELL. GUESS WHAT, PARDNER.]] [* [* M'NOT STUPID. AND M'NOT DEFENSELESS. NOT NO MORE.]] [* [* WITH THE. POWER. OF. (E) (X).]] [* [* I'LL LETCHY'ALL IN ON A LIL GAME A FRIEND'A MINE USED TA PLAY.]] [* [* (If your HP drops to zero, YOU LOSE!)]] [* [* SO TAKE YER PACES. COUNT T'SUNDOWN.]] [* [* 'N DRAW.]] [* You brandish the Hero's Blade.] [* Suzy gives you an encouraging nod.] [* Ralzae seems to be panicking.] [* You face the DEALMAKER.]"

[pantherlover]

An Artificial Night Re-Read: Part 3

Hello again! Onto part 3:

Chapter Seven:

'The odds are against me ever having a knowe of my own' I don't know, Toby, I think there's at least a non-zero chance at this point.

Toby's definitely gotten better at eating whenever she can than she is in this book.

I wonder if Fetch's names are always connected to the person they've copied.

Did Sylvester mention Amandine because he thought she wouldn't like Luna sending Toby into danger, or because he thought she'd be able to stop Blind Michael?

Okay, it makes more sense that Toby was so blase about Blind Michael in the first book if most of the time he was 'old man yelling to get off his lawn' levels of nuisance.

I'm honestly super curious about what Luna's relationship with the Luidaeg looks like. Luna's Blind Michael and Acacia's daughter, so does Luidaeg fight with herself about liking a descendant of Titania, or is Luna being a child of her favourite brother enough to make her at least neutral to her? Luna seemed okay enough with her that she wasn't worried about sending Toby to the Luidaeg for help; have they interacted with each other at all? Or do they politely pretend that the other one doesn't exist?

Chapter Eight:

Can we talk about how Toby and Luidaeg have only known each other for, what - two years? A year and a half? - and Luidaeg already feels comfortable enough with Toby that she doesn't assume that Toby's calling because she needs her? I know Luidaeg is terrifying, but her capacity to love is pretty awe-inspiring.

Also Luidaeg has to help kill her brother! Her favourite brother, one of her only siblings left, because she knew her brother would eventually become a monster and she's the only one who can make sure Toby has a chance to do it.

Luidaeg calls Toby a child of Oberon and Toby ignores it. Luidaeg might not have given the most direct hints, but she really did try to tell Toby about her heritage when she could.

"He'll hold them until Halloween night... and then they'll Ride. It's [Blind Michael's] way of remembering our mother. Her Rides were always held on Samhian night." This is kind of surprising to me, given that we just learned in the latest short story that part of the reason he became Blind Michael in the first place is because he went to his mother for vengeance after his children were murdered and she turned him away.

I have to try to pay attention to when a fancy knife is described now, just in case the knife Luidaeg commissioned to kill Eira with shows up.

Chapter Nine:

Raj!!!! I forgot how many characters we were introduced to in this book!

OOF, Raj is having a *bad* day. Have Raj, Dean and Chelsea argued over who was having a worse time when the met Toby?

Chapter Ten:

"The Luidaeg is the only Firstborn I've ever dealt with on a regular basis, and her power is subtle, damped down until she can seem human to the casual observer. [Acacia's] power wasn't hidden at all." Given that Toby's regularly been around *two* other Firstborns at this point, this makes me wonder how Amandine and Evening were able to hide what they were for so long. I could see Amandine being able to hide her power through some type of blood magic, but what about Eira? Part of it could've been explained by Toby just not having a good grasp on what a normal Daoine Sidhe's powers looked like compared to Evening, but Evening hid it from *everyone*. Were her illusions just that good?

"It's Raj. I... the forest is very dark." Oh noooooo Raj would HATE it but I want to bundle him up in a blanket and hug hiiiiiiim

'"My father says Uncle Tybalt's friend October is an adult." He paused. "And a hussy."' I realize there's no way I could've appreciated this enough the first time I read this, given we hadn't met Samson yet, but this is seriously SO funny. I desperately want to know what Tybalt's behaviour looks like from his Court's perspective during this time period.

Chapter Eleven:

"[Blind Michael] hadn't just changed them on the outside. He'd changed them all the way down to the bone." Do we know what Blind Michael's first children were/what they could do? What Toby's doing here sounds like some kind of blood magic, but I don't think Maeve's descendants are really known for that; plus, everything Toby's ever about her powers are that you can take away a bloodline but you can't add one, which is exactly what it sounds like Blind Michael did. Is it just a really extreme form of transformation?

There's something extra brutal about Blind Michael taking one of the few Roane left, possibly during one of his first Rides. I wonder if that's what caused Luidaeg to try to kill him?

"You're Amandine's daughter, aren't you? You are. I can smell it on you. Why are you here? She never came, and once a road is set aside, no other feet should claim it." So THIS implies that Amandine had a road she could've used to save kids before, or at least used to visit Blind Michael's lands. I would've guessed it was the Blood Road, but as far as I remember the only issue was using that road was that Toby ran the risk of bleeding out before she got back, not that it was closed off from anyone to use. So if it wasn't the Blood Road, could it be a road connected to Janet?

That's it for now! Please feel free to come to discuss things with me. See you next time!

[womanofwords]

The Highest Form Of Flattery

Samson Edgeley was running late. He was almost always late to class, so this was a surprise to absolutely nobody. However, one person specifically decided to go out of their way to be disappointed. And weirdly enough, it wasn't Miss Rivers.

"Edgeley, you're barely on time," Dylan admonished, as Samson stumbled in. "How do you expect to start your day right if you're not on time?"

"Dylan, my name is Samson." Samson slid into his chair and let his bag fall to the floor with a thud. "Please don't call me Edgeley. It's what I get called by people who only know my name and nothing else."

"I don't want to know anything more about you than I have to," Dylan said, sticking his crooked nose high in the air. It used to be a normal nose until an accident happened involving the teacher's desk colliding with Dylan's face.

"Good morning, students," Miss Rivers said. "Oh, Samson. Good to see you're not late."

"He was barely on time," Dylan snarked.

"And I'm OK with that," Samson said.

"How do you expect to start your day right if you're not on time?" Miss Rivers asked.

"That's what I told him," Dylan simpered. Samson swallowed down vomit.

Dylan lived for the approval of authority. Any authority he could find. He showed his work to teachers just so they could say he did a good job. "How did I do?" he asked.

"Another 100%," the reply would be. Dylan would smirk around at the class, brandishing his high mark for all to see.

"Honestly, I'd like to see more children act like you," Miss Rivers said.

Naturally, Dylan was overjoyed by such high praise from an adult. "Me! Did you hear that, Edgeley?" he crowed at the end of the day, as Samson and Asher waited outside of the school for their parents. "Miss Rivers wants more children to act like me!"

"We heard," Asher said.

"Just imagine it; more people that are like me. Miss Rivers will be so happy."

Samson turned around and looked Dylan in the eye. "Well, Dylan, you've convinced me. I'm going to try my best to be like you and just see how it goes."

Asher spluttered. "What?"

"Wonderful! Good to know you're finally taking school seriously," Dylan said. "I await the results."

"What are you doing? Have you lost your mind?" Asher asked.

"Relax, Asher. I have a plan," Samson grinned.

"Is it anything like your pyjama protest?"

Samson beamed. "My dear friend, it is going to be exactly like that."

(PAUSE)

When Asher came into class, he thought he was seeing double. There was two of Dylan sitting in the classroom. Then one of them spoke.

"Fitzgerald, why are you blocking the doorway?" he snapped. Asher focused, and realised that the second Dylan was Samson, his best friend. The real Dylan had been sitting next to him, enraged.

"This is a mockery of the school system," Dylan snarled. Asher bent over laughing.

"I thought you wanted more people to be like you," Samson said. Dylan was about to punch him when Miss Rivers came in.

"Samson, you look so respectable!" she gasped. "Oh, how sweet!"

Dylan simmered with rage.

Samson continued through the day doing everything that Dylan would do. If Dylan didn't eat the crusts, neither would Samson. If Dylan painted in shades of grey, so would Samson. If Dylan gave the teacher an apple, so would Samson.

"That is enough!" Dylan snapped in the middle of a lesson, when Samson adjusted his new tie at the same time as he did. "Samson, stop copying me and go back to the way you used to be!"

Samson gasped dramatically. "So you do remember my first name!"

"Just stop!" Dylan insisted.

"No," Samson said. "And besides, I thought you wanted this."

"What are you boys doing?" Miss Rivers asked.

"Make him stop!" Dylan begged.

"I was just trying to be more like Dylan, the way that you wanted," Samson said.

"Well, stop it, you're driving him mad," Miss Rivers said.

"That was all I needed," Samson said, removing the tie and throwing it at Dylan.

Something inside Dylan snapped. A smile stretched across his face, and an eye twitched. "Yes, yes, YES! IT'S OVER!" he screamed. "IT'S FINALLY OVER!" He jumped out of his chair and raced out of the classroom, barely grabbing his bag on his way out.

"Wasn't expecting that to happen," Samson said. "But I suppose anything's possible."

"I think that every time I see you," Asher said.

[elsiebrayisgay]

For the ask game: 3, 16 and 17 😊

um yeah! 3. Describe the creative process of writing a chapter/fic so this has changed a lot since i started writing prose, tbh, but there are some hallmarks of my process that have stayed the same. the absolute first thing that has always remained true whether it's been more academic, poetry (which is what i did for my degree,) TTRPG stuff, or now prose fanfic, is that no matter what no matter where no matter when if i have an idea i do my best to write it down. i have lost too many good ideas to not being sure what i had thought up and being certain i'd remember it. so often when i am laying in bed drifting off to sleep and thinking about my work, i will grumble and sit up and unlock my laptop to type out some notes.

another thing that was true for a while and still holds up somewhat today (with caveats) is that when i get inspired by something, i *write*. the first chapter of sourceless bruises was written in one evening after i got home from being out at dinner. i'd had vague concepts and ideas floating around for months before then but when it finally hit me i just sat down and wrote. this doesn't really happen as much anymore because even though i have the inspiration and the hyperfixation, i just don't have the energy to be up and in such high gear for so long, so i need to break it up more. this was true of my poetry and essays for school as well, though; i would just sit down start turning work out when i wanted or needed to.

16. How many fic ideas are you nurturing right now? Share one of them?

alright so i've been kind of trying to figure out what i want to write after sourceless bruises. i took kind of a long break between my first fic and my second fic (more of these queer feelings... it's probably nothing on ao3) because i was just sort of waiting to have an idea i felt really solid about working on and that's how long it took. partially because sourceless bruises is a bigger project and is taking longer, these days i have a lot more ideas for what to work on next kicking around. none of them are really formed into anything super cogent, because i pretty strictly keep myself to one involved/long-term creative project at a time. however, things i have been interested in developing once i have wrapped up sourceless bruises in no particular order:

i have a draft started for a sequel to more of these queer feelings. it's mostly outlined, but i hadn't really gotten far into the drafting process.

korrasami modern au. this kind of setting adaptation is my bread and butter, if you couldn't tell. i posted a joke about this sort of idea on tumblr a while back but it actually got a lot more traction than i was expecting and so honestly i'm thinking about putting some more work in on it.

cait/vi (vilyn?) has been really interesting to me recently. i dunno, something about those girls. so i've been thinking about early stages of what i might want to do with them, whether to give them my normal au treatment or try something else.

i have also been working a bit on a premise for some original fiction. i will only say at this point that it will be horror/mystery and probably be a fair bit bleaker than what i tend to write for ao3 (though honestly i have no idea how i would go about publishing original fiction.)

17. What do you do when writing becomes difficult? (maybe a lack of inspiration or writers block)

okay so at this point it's time to circle back to the first answer in this post because honestly the truth of how i go about writing chapters these days falls a lot more under this question than that more general one. the first thing i'm going to say is that in my opinion, writing is labor. there's an old interview with john darnielle and john k. samson (among others) where JD talks about how there's no such thing as convenience store clerk block, or coal miner's block, so writers shouldn't get blocked—they should just keep sitting down to write, and to some extent i believe in that idea, but i want to add nuance. i think there probably is such a thing as convenience store clerk block, and coal miner's block, it's just that society doesn't allow or expect them to take breaks, or go on sabbatical or whatever. so they end up working through, and maybe burning out. i think that labor is something that any person, in any field, needs to take at their own personal sustainable pace. it's really easy, as a writer, to compare yourself to others. word counts on ao3, stories published, etc. but i think it's very important to listen to your mind and body about what you need as a creative person and also just as a person. if you've got nothing right now, i think it is important to try allowing your mind to simply lie fallow. there's that post about mental crop rotation, and about letting your mind have time where it isn't expected to turn out anything that needs to get put on a page. i think respecting that need is pretty important. this philosophy is how i've been going about writing since i got out of school.

this ties into the actual difficulty i've mostly been having with sourceless bruises. around late 2022/early 2023 i had some life circumstances cause my chronic illness to get a lot more severe, from which i have never fully recovered. this has meant that my pain is a lot worse, and my energy levels are a lot lower. what i used to be able to do with turning out thousands of words a day when i was really inspired happens only very rarely now, when those moments line up with my good days. there's another post on here (somewhere in my reblogs) talking about what to do as a fic writer when your capabilities change, and a lot of the advice on that post has stuck with me. accepting my limits and working within them has definitely meant that my process is a lot slower, especially during flares (and once the weather warms up in the spring i am mostly stuck in one big flare until fall) but it also means that i get to maintain the quality of what i produce and my own quality of life. in these periods, i mostly just try to carve out a bit of time every day when i am able to sit up, usually only fifteen or twenty minutes or so, to peck away at my draft. i sit down, get a paragraph or two dealt with, maybe look at a bit of research, maybe not, and at the end of it i have maybe two hundred more words than i did before. some days, i don't even feel up to this. sometimes i go a week without doing it. but i try to just carve out some time when i can to peck away and eventually i end up with a finished chapter. that's really what my creative process looks like these days.

[resetting37]

i talk about weddings in general here, but I wanted to talk more about Morgan and Avery's wedding since this prompt is what set me down this path uwu

it took me a while, but I think they'd ask Kat to be their witness ? it's a tough decision (at first Morgan just wants to ask their friends "okay who wants to witness ?") but they both agree Kat would be the one who likes talking in front of people the most and have the most fun with the role.

the guest list is pretty much composed of characters I've already made. Morgan and Avery are two of my main characters, so there aren't any "outside" friends and the ceremony is small so it's kind of easy to think of who would be there.

beside my main cast of course, some other guests include Simon, Morgan's sibling and Samson, Avery's half brother who's not close with her due to them meeting later in life, but he's making an effort to be a good brother. There's also Adam and Seth, the bounty hunters that tried to take Morgan back but they make amends kind of ??? Not really, but fun thing is that they do befriend Avery, so they get invitations. Avery does also invite Trinity (to Morgan's chagrin) but I'm unsure whether or not she shows up.

normally Evelow weddings end with the marriage (with all the festivities happening earlier in the day) but Morgan and Avery decide to get their marriage declared in, like, the middle of the day. Personal preference, they didn't want to burden kat as witness for that long 🤪

their matching jewelry of choice was a thin gold bangle. I'd like to think there was some sort of design on it, but that vision will come later to me