so. 2/14 i announced my breakup with tumblr for a little while. and i cannot say enough how refreshing it's been to have the app off my phone and not worry about this hellsite.
that said, after taking a long hard look at my life and some things, i did decide to go ahead and '86 my smutty 400 followers celebration and all the requests that were made for that series.
i am so beyond sorry it came to this. the celebration should never have existed, and i have the best fanbase, however small you may be.
it's probably so disappointing and for that i am sorry, but i cannot apologize for prioritizing my spiritual and emotional health. still going through a lot right now but i finally feel a wee bit more centered with taking control of my fanfiction habits and what content i am consuming.
that said, i am playing around with a couple of longform fic ideas. i know those aren't popular on tumblr, but i might try my hand at one again and publish over on A03 or fanfiction.net. haven't written non-reader fic in a hot minute so i'm nervous about it.
i just wanted to send a little update to let ya'll know i am not dead and i'm still here, just as a little more conscious and holy version than i was before.
i love you all so much and maybe, just maybe, i'll post a little somethin'-somethin' to celebrate 400 followers, because you all deserve that.
my take on the My Litle Pony Infection AUs, "My Little Pony, Summer Night Mare"! (1 / ?)
I haven't planned the whole story or my mediums out since it is all based on a concept so I will see where this brings me and how or if I will finish it off. I'm not a big writer but I still hope you enjoy!
your mareven post reminded me of a short story I wrote a while ago for them. A "one shot" I guess. I propose another way of consuming her: He cremates her body on an altar as a final act in his worship-destruction cycle. It would be the Red Queen universe equivalent to the act of cannibalism I believe, for many reasons. Then he would gather the ashes, and compress them into a gem he would wear on his ring finger. Her ghost would haunt him for the rest of his sad life.
heyyyyyy anon.... could you please hand that over :))))
Chapters: 18/?
Fandom: Elden Ring (Video Game)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Morgott the Omen King/Tarnished (Elden Ring), Tarnished & OC
Characters: Tarnished (Elden Ring), Omen OC (Elden Ring), Morgott the Omen King | Margit the Fell Omen, Mohg Lord of Blood (Elden Ring), Miquella (Elden Ring)
Additional Tags: Violent Thoughts, Canon-Typical Violence, Slow Burn, parenting is hard, Enemies to Lovers, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Fantastic Racism, non-binary original character - Freeform, trans original character, Background Relationships
Summary:
Of course, the law does not make exceptions for good intentions... Letho was aware his choices could lead to trouble. Really! Not the least of which being that he can't keep a child secreted inside the cabin forever, and living just outside of Leyndell made it... extremely likely that the royal guard might one day come knocking. He knew that. Honest. He'd just... decided to deal with things as they came.
It wasn't like the kid had asked for any of this, after all.
this is just a little update to tell you—i’m going through some stuff. some writer-person things. been actively struggling with this for a few months, now, which is why writing updates from me have all but dropped off.
writer’s sometimes go through this transition phase of where we’re in our lane for a hot minute but then we hit a brick wall. like, full force, ram-that-f14-right-into-the-wall kinda brick wall. i, personally, sometimes loose the plot and get into this groove where when I sit down to write, it doesn’t feel like me. it feels claustrophobic or plain, messy and just not right. like clothes that “work” but aren’t “it,” that make you just the slightest bit uncomfortable and you think you can deal with it, but in reality, it’s just going to bother you all day and sit right in the forefront of your headspace.
that’s where i am, right now, with writing.
for a couple of weeks i’ve been so caught up in trying to sound and write like everyone else that i’ve kinda just…lost the plot. i’ve been pulling at this shirt in all its troublesome places and it still just doesn’t fit right. something is off, and i’m gonna get to the bottom of it. i think i just need to sit down, re-read some of the stuff i was definitely confident in, and clear my headspace on the blank page and just…write.
there’s so much pressure to perform and please and rack up the numbers on top of everything else i’m currently dealing with in my headspace that writing has become, well—it’s felt like a chore. a fight. like i’m Maverick dogfighting a gen 5, out of ammo and out of options. it’s hard and it hurts; is ugly and making me second guess myself in ways that I haven’t in a long time. i don’t like it, want it to go away, and i’m gonna figure it out.
that said, i think i’m going to pull my latest Val piece that I started because while it’s workable, it isn’t up to my standard. yeah, sure, some people have feral-reblogged it and commented, and i am insatiably grateful for that, but it’s a personal thing. if i am not smiling-proud of it and being like, “wow, can’t believe i wrote that!” then it isn’t it, fam. maybe it’s a me thing, perhaps others get it. regardless, i want to work at it more, and make it really shine.
which brings me to a piece i most definitely want to dive back into: abstracts. my beautiful love letter to Val himself; i as a personal thing, absolutely need to finish this story. it’s been crawling around my head for God knows how long and at mach 10, so it needs to get out on paper. i have so much i want to accomplish with Ice and his art girlie, that it just needs to happen. if i can get back in my lane.
this is a whole ‘lotta rambling to let you know i’m in a funk. and if you’ve made it this far, thank you for bearing with me. almost 400 followers in this space is wild and unheard of, i can barely believe it. i really wanna get this dialed in so i can do something special for my 400 followers celebration that will inevitably come down the pike.
anyway, ya’ll are beautiful, sorry for being such a crash and burning writer-girl mess.
“Good evening Porto! My name is Louis Tomlinson, this is my incredible fucking band. Thank you very much for having us. [Points to a fan] I don't know what the penguin's about mate. [...] Go on then, go on then, give it a go. The joys of doing festivals. Thank you very much man. Thank you. What does it mean? Ok. It's funny. Thanks love. Cheers. Ok, my name is Louis Tomlinson, this is my incredible band. Thank you thank you thank you for having us. Special shoutout to me fans for making me feel so fucking comfortable at the festival tour. I love youse, thank you, thank you. Alright, this is Drag Me Down.”
-Louis introducing himself onstage and interacting with fans before thanking his Louies for attending the festivals!
I’m about to start reading War Storm and I don’t know if I should be excited or scared or nervous cause the ending of Kings Cage absolutely WRECKED me but it’s fine @vaveyard can wreck my heart again