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Jag har aldrig varit med om något övernaturligt.
Men många tror inte på mig, för huset jag växte upp i är 200 år gammalt. En gammal herrgård som tillhört min familj i 150 år, men marken den står på har tillhört min familj längre än så. Exakt hur länge vet jag inte, men längre än husets existens.
Till herrgården hörde kringliggande åkrar, ett dränghus, en laggård och mycket mer. Många generationer av min släkt på mammas sida har levt där hela sina liv.
Men trots den långa historian som tillhör huset så har ingen i min familj upplevt något övernaturligt. Visserligen är det ingen av oss som tror på något sådant, jag är väl den mest spirituellt lagd av oss, men jag är fortfarande extremt skeptisk. "I want to believe", men aldrig fått några bevis.
Men en gång, när jag var 17 hände något. Detta är 9 år sedan nu, och en av våra gamla katter hade gått bort. Katten var 15 år och hans mamma ett år äldre.
Båda katterna tyckte mycket om att sova i min säng tillsammans med mig på natten, men de tyckte inte riktigt om varandra och fick liksom turas om. Den natt jag tänker berätta om var honkatten inte hos mig, och jag var på gränsen mellan vaken och sovande.
Plötsligt känns det som att en katt hoppar upp i sängen, men den var tyngre än honkatten. Samma tyngd som den nu döda hankatten hade. Den gick upp mot mitt huvud, och la sig vid huvudkudden. Precis så som hankatten brukade göra. Det kändes varmt där den låg.
Jag öppnade aldrig ögonen, jag rörde mig aldrig. Jag minns inte om det var för att jag var för trött, eller om faktumet att det kändes så tryggt och fint att det var precis som om hankatten hade lagt sig där.
När jag var 18 år gick även honkatten bort, vid 17 års ålder. Och några nätter efteråt låg jag i min säng i samma stadie mellan vaken och sovande. Något hoppade upp i sängen, och la sig vid min mage som att vi skedade. Precis på samma sätt som honkatten gjorde nör hon levde.
Men jag är osäker på om det som hände då för nästan 10 år sen faktiskt hände. Jag var övertygad om det då, men berättade det mest som att det var en verklig dröm. Kanske var det allt det var? En inbillning, en önskan, en dröm.
Men oavsett om det var mina bortgångna katter som för sista gången kom och sov i min säng är jag extremt tacksam för att jag fick uppleva det. Det hjälpte med att lätta sorgen något, som att dom ville berätta för mig att allt var okej, att dom var okej och jag behövde inte oroa mig för om jag hade gjort tillräckligt för dom.
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cant stop thinkin bout charles and erik readin together on the couch but instead of reading with him charles is listening to eriks thoughts while he reads. Live mind commentary ……..
#xmen#cherik#charles xavier#erik lehnsherr#snap chats#the rare time i post an idea of mine only because i really cant think of a way id draw this#usually i hoard my ideas cause i like surprising you guys but this aint really one i feel like drawing so. For You my friends#like i COULD but. idk just isnt particularly something im itching to draw it just seems cute#but anyways no chat let me cook alright hear me out cause i talk in my brain all the time while i read#sometimes i stop reading just to think about a bit i read yeah#i want charles to listen in on all of eriks side comments or observations he makes while reading something#like if he wanted to charles could read the whole book in less than five minutes- maybe shorter than that#and that aint fun that aint cool …. so time for Audible: Husband Edition. With Commentary#ITD BE SO COZY just hangin out by the fireplace …. maybe its snowin outisde … if snow even exists anymore atp#a light fire cracklin and the study SEEMS totally quiet otherwise and yet…..#charles has been locked in to erik’s off-the-cuff literary analysis and mild comments for the past twenty minutes. its simple but its bliss#charles doesnt have to worry about being seen as invasive .. he doesnt have to suppress his powers …#the rare occasion erik lets charles into his mind for somethin so innocent .. ive made myself sick i fear#see now i wanna try writing a fic but 1.) have written in years 2.) id have to really think hard on how erik would commentate on a book#hm…… actually i do wonder what erik’s commentary on The Fable of the Bees would be …..#IN ANY CASE. maybe - at the very least- i can draw cherik by the fireplce someday ….#thatd be cute … hm …. depends on if i get in the mood for it down the line#anyways i have to drive back to my dorm !!! boo !!!! so good night everyone !!!!!
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Random human: "Why are you sitting in a circle of salt?"
Mc: "Oh because my partners are demons and I am mad at them."
Demon Brothers: "YOU CANT STAY IN THAT CIRCLE FOREVER!!!"
Mc: "YOU LET ME HAVE A CHILL DAY WHERE MY LIFE ISNT IN DANGER AND THEN WE WILL TALK!"
(Not exact) Quote from Chikn Nugget and idea to use from @h0ney-mushroom
#obey me#obey me shall we date#obey me nightbringer#obey me!#obey me mc#obey me x reader#obey me brothers#obey me demons#Obey me salt times pt.2#I can't really pick a fav of the brothers#So it's harem time boys#Pretty sure I'll rarely write without it being so#But there are the rare occasions which I'll write about a single brother being with mc#Anyways they all be yelling cause they've been deprived from Mc time for to long#Aka like 5 minutes#obey me lucifer#obey me leviathan#obey me asmodeus#obey me mammon#obey me satan#obey me beelzebub#obey me belphie#obey me brothers x mc#obey me lucifer x mc#obey me mammon x mc#obey me levi x mc#obey me satan x mc#obey me asmo x mc#obey me beel x mc#obey me belphie x mc
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I'm thinking abt that pretty fall leaves embroidery pattern post and about how like... it is categorically a repost, it's a reupload. right? a thing that is generally disliked. but because it's credited, it's genuinely boosting the artist in question. and it could ALWAYS be like this. reposting content could ALWAYS be a symbiotic relationship, but because sourcing back to the original creator of something is so uncommon, it's just easier to ask people not to repost it at all. and people still don't understand the difference. or they'll go to the effort of cropping out usernames/signatures to repost something, which is More Effort than literally crediting the creator of something you liked enough to want to repost. Like. I literally don't actually care if my own shit gets reposted, you have to understand. I just don't want it STOLEN. But "do not repost" is easier to write on my art than "you can repost this, but don't alter the image/remove my signature, don't you dare write 'credit goes to the artist' because that is not credit, please link back to my original post or someplace that you can actually find me. please use an actual link/url instead of writing a non-clickable link of my username, because making it text instead of a clickable link cuts the number of people who will go to the effort of visiting my own page in Half." All those aggregate themed accounts, those fuckin annoying as hell instagrams and facebook groups that are like "body positive art we love wamen 💕 hashtag feminism" and then MASS-STEAL plus sized art created by women, if pages like these that always go and steal my older self-portraits and other works... If they just put a link to my prints of those pieces in the text of those posts, or, fuck, my commission info page? I would literally be living on the moon right now. I would have a house on the moon
#there is actually nothing morally wrong with running an account that just reuploads ppl's artwork or their jokes or their cosplays#if you just put a VISIBLE LINK in the description of your post with proper credit then it would be beneficial for everyone#because you can get your little clout or whatever it is you want by putting a bunch of same-category content on a page#but nobody's getting fucked over because if your post blows up then people just get FUNNELED to the source#because it's placed so plainly where everyone can see it#and yeah it's better to retweet or reblog but#on the rare occasion that I see my shit reuploaded on tumblr WHICH IS WEIRD BC I MAKE MY OWN POSTS HERE but anyway#someone making their own post where they upload my stuff. and it's always the floral self portraits so let's say it's a post with all those#if I scroll to the bottom and it says like. Artwork by Serglesinner on Twitter <-- clickable link [Sergle's Prints] <-- clickable link#to my etsy#I'm like oh okay and all the anger leaves my body and I'm like ah I see. and I toss the rock aside#like oh okay so you actually care that a person made these pieces. Instead of posting the caption ''women <3'' or smth#like you've GOTTA die if you do that. but if you just link back#or if you go to the effort of writing like a description with a BLURB? like it's a damn museum. like a light paragraph of info#about what the art is and who made it and their links#I am literally sucking you in a strange and peculiar manner. that is extremely helpful#and maybe other artists don't want this AT ALL and they'd rather people not reupload even if it is credited#but I feeeeeeeeel. like 99% of the time this would solve the issue#reposters could genuinely be helping ppl. sometimes the repost gets more traction than the real thing#as long as it credits the creator then that's an okay thing to happen!#that can land somebody a sale! a commission order! a new fan! A JOB#A JOB!!!!!!!!!!#sergle.txt#I didn't write this eloquently AT ALL what the fuck ever barkbarkbarkbark
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Um. I've been thinking about fictional romantic relationships and how I identify and. I have a question as someone struggling to identify as aromantic.
#full disclosure i am someone does not like romance as a reading or watching genre#but on rare occasions i do really enjoy a relationship and i have complicated desires/relatability toward some of them#sorry if this doesnt make any sense#aromantic#fictional romance#fictional relationships#fanfic#aromantism#anti romance#trying to get a good crossection here#yeah fuck it#autism#<self dxed but whatev#writing#fiction
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royal college trio 🍂🍁
#persona 5#goro akechi#akira kurusu#sumire yoshizawa#firstly. I would like to apologize if I got any of the writing wrong but I’m. trusting Wikipedia#I forgot how much I missed them until I started drawing this#just to point it out#Akechi goes to ritsumeikan; Akira goes to Doshisha; and Sumire goes to Kyoto U#my reasoning is in a previous college shuake post#but to recap… rits and dodai have a rivalry…. Kyoto U is just kind of neutral so .. that’s how it works w then#I wanted to make the caption a quote I saw in my college’s chapel bc it’s what inspired this piece but#there’s no one to credit afaik except doshisha as an institution as a whole??#it doesn’t link back to my institution. technically#but iykyk#and if you know don’t say anything#rare occasion where I don’t use any filters lol#just really liked my shading and everything here so#OH OH before I go pls look closely at their phones for little details :)#realized u can’t see sumi’s that well but it’s a clear case with a Sylveon card in it#also idk what she’s showing Akira might be like. a new mini pc Futaba’s working on who knows
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It had all happened so fast.
Sitting cross-legged in the tsahìk’s freshly-woven marui, Neytiri found it difficult to believe how different her life had been hardly four months prior. Engaged to her late sister’s beloved. Struggling to fill the role of tsakarem in said sister’s place. Filled with bitterness toward the sky people who had killed her just a few years before…
She’d wanted nothing more to do with those aliens. Nothing more to do with that school. She’d known Grace Augustine since she was very young, almost as long as she could remember, and she’d always been kind, but not even Grace could protect Sylwanin from those nasty metal weapons. Not Sylwanin, not Neytep, not Anuk…
No. She’d been so angry at the sky people, at all of them, even Grace and her scientists, that she’d been ready to shoot that one clumsy dreamwalker on sight the moment she first saw him stumbling through the underbrush.
And yet…so much had happened since then.
Bringing that dreamwalker back to Hometree, at Eywa’s insistence. Her mother forcing her to become his teacher. Teaching him the ways of the Omatikaya, and those of the Na'vi more broadly…annoyed at first, but gradually softening as he actually seemed to take her instruction to heart. He’d been a quick learner, surprisingly humble, endlessly curious like a small child, and about as coordinated as one too, at first. Without even realizing it, as his understanding and abilities grew, so did her affection for him…an affection that must have been mutual, because before she knew it they were mating in the soft glow of Utraya Mokri, unabashedly sealing their bond before Eywa, commiting to each other for life. Neytiri’s face tinged the slightest purple at the memory. It certainly hadn’t come with all the bells and whistles of a normal mating ceremony, but she couldn’t bring herself to regret it.
…but then…the sky people ruined that too, the great metal claws of their crass machines ripping down the sacred trees with careless abandon. They came for Hometree soon after, decimating the village Neytiri had grown up in, and taking several lives with it. Including her father. She’d watched him die there in the rubble. Just like Sylwanin.
She’d been so angry at Jake. He had known about the impending arrival of the sky people and their fire-spitting beasts the whole time. Why hadn’t he told them? Why hadn’t he told her? But…he was a dreamwalker, after all. A sky person’s mind riding a false body. Just like Grace, who couldn’t save Sylwanin. They were all the same. They were always the same—
…yet then he returned to the clan as Toruk Makto, and in that moment Neytiri understood with startling certainty that despite any poor decisions he may have made in the past, he really was on the clan’s side now, he was ready to risk everything for them and for Pandora, and he had the endorsement of Eywa herself.
The relief was enough to make her head spin.
Then came the death of Grace, despite the clan’s valiant effort to save her. Then the great battle in the mountains. Seze’s death. Tsu'tey’s. So many other allies…the survivors saved only by Eywa’s miraculous intervention.
Killing the sky people’s olo'eyktan in his beastly metal machine. Saving Jake’s sky person body, which could not breath the natural air (and, she discovered that day, could not even walk on its own). Sending the surviving sky people back to their own world, save for a few who had sided with the Na'vi.
Recuperating the clans. Building a new village. Tending to battle wounds. Grieving the fallen.
So much had happened.
It had been barely more than four months since Neytiri first aimed her bow at that strange dreamwalker.
It had all been so fast. Like a dream.
And now…
Now…
Neytiri’s trembling fingertips traced a light, shaky pattern across her own abdomen.
A baby.
She was going to have a baby. She and her mate. Her husband, the former dreamwalker.
Maybe I’m still dreaming.
Continue reading on Ao3→
#avatar#avatar 2#fanfic#jeytiri#sully family#jake sully#neytiri#mo'at#wasn't sure if I should post this to tumblr cuz my fics (on the rare occasion that I actually write any) don't really get much traction her#well....i guess they don't get much traction anywhere really#but then i figured. i spent three days' worth of my precious free time writing this dumb heap of cheese#might as well share it :P
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Been kinda working on a personal thing on and off lately, it's gonna require me to do art like this of ALL my AU designs, but I'm slowly working through it all. Thought I'd share most of the one's I've finished so far. So far we have AWLB AU Puppet, Michael (part 1) Mangle, Ballora, Bonbon, Bonnet, Circus Baby, Eleanor, Ennard, Fetch, Nightmare and Plushtrap. WWLWWF AU Plushtrap, Michael, Elizabeth and Evan. And my two FNaF OC's, Stardrop (who has a minor role in AWLB) and Hal Hyena. (sorry for including my OC's. I really don't do like, anything with any of my OC's anymore, but I just wanted to include Star and Hal in this.) I plan to try and get art like this done of all the designs I've made refs for so far first, then I'll be taking a step back again to make refs of everyone I never got around to doing refs for from AWLB along with finishing the designs for Through the Static. Likes and reblogs are always appreciated.
#insomnia hyena art#fnaf au#insomnia hyena fnaf aus#fnaf: what was lost what was found au#fnaf: a wound left bleeding au#FNaF OCs#fnaf michael afton#FNaF Mangle#FNaF Puppet#FNaF Ballora#FNaF Bonbon#FNaF Bonnet#FNaF Circus Baby#FNaF Eleanor#FNaF Ennard#FNaF Fetch#FNaF Nightmare#FNaF Plushtrap#FNaF Elizabeth Afton#FNaF Evan Afton#FNaF#Five nights at freddys#Stardrop#Hal Hyena#I'm not really scrolling social media much. but I think I will start checkin notes again here and there#posting a few things again#etc.#if you have the time. i'd love if you could give this a reblog#i read all the tags. and it genuinely makes my day on the rare occasion i get a nice lil comment#drawing and writing are still a bit slow. been really tired. and having issues with my wrists and shoulders a bit again
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FFXIVWRITE 2024, PROMPT #2: HORIZON tw: none • words: 906
the line at which the earth's surface and the sky appear to meet
A slash of metal rang out across a jungle surrounded clearing, long legs sweeping back in a rather clumsy manner to avoid a second swing; tall form, enveloped in a long, inky blue jacket swiveled wide before bringing his second blade around in a crescent with his movements to slice at the side of his offender.
An arm moved to try and deflect the blow, only instead receiving the strike and causing the blade held to drop. “Fuck!” Words came in a hiss as the stranger shuffled back and away from the duel-weilding man before him, who grinned.
“You can just let me go, we can forget about this,” the taller man offered an out for the now-disarmed Seeker, shoulders raising in a shrug and his head canting to the side, sending blond locks across his features.
“You fucked me over, Kin,” the man said, daring to dart forward for the sword which lay nestled in the grass. Kin, the pale scaled Au Ra let out a laugh, lunging forward with his blade to ensure the gentleman before him did not reach his goal, foot coming to slam down upon the sword.
“Me? I would never,” he barked. “You just pick shit mates, Rihl.”
An irritated growl came from the Seeker at that, lunging forward rather quickly - a little too quickly - and slammed his fist against the scaled jaw of the Au Ra. His head leered back with his own hiss, eyes blinking a little to get rid of the daze as the Seeker, in turn, pulled his hand back with another swear. His knuckles still closed, and blood dripped from now broken skin.
Kintaro let out a huff through his nose, bringing the back of one of his hands up to his pointed scaled jaw and swiping at the blood with his sleeve. “Was that necessary?” He’d ask dryly.
“Yes.”
With an idle swing of one of his swords, it was brought to return to its sheath with a soft hum in the Raen’s throat. The other stayed out, as a foot hooked under the sword on the ground and kicked it up towards the Seeker, not in a threatening manner, more a lazy motion. The Seeker let out a yelp and scattered to the side as the very sharp weapon was now coasting towards him in the air. It landed in the grass by his feet with a thud. The Seeker went to grab it almost immediately, albeit a little confused as to why the Raen’s advantage was given up.
“Listen,” Kintaro began, bowing slightly at the hips before he would begin to pace from side to side. “You know as well as I do, we can both spend all evening here, fighting it out. One of us will win, either by killing the other or making them yield - and, frankly,” his second blade was then brought to rest into its sheath on his other side. “I can’t be fucked with that, Rihl. I have places to be. You have places to be. Why would we waste each other's precious time like that?”
The Seeker, still holding his sword out, furrowed his brow. “Then give me what you owe me,” the words came out a demand. At least he still had his sword.
Kintaro, ever the good man he was, raised both his hands up with a sigh. “Fine,” he relented, reaching into his coat to procure a bag. It jingled as gil would when shuffled about. He had made sure in his pacing he was further away from the Seeker, and with an underarm throw, lobbed it at the Seeker. While it was mid air, and the man was focused on trying to catch it, the Raen turned and began to walk away, and would then sprint.
“Was that so ha-” the Seeker caught the bag with another rattle of metal, only to see Kintaro sprinting off into the treeline and down towards the beach. His brow furrowed, sword sheathed, and he hurriedly opened the bag to ensure gold sat inside.
It did not, instead just cheap tin that was shaped like gil and made a similar enough noise. “You mother fucker-” his words cursed loudly, as he began to sprint after the long legged man.
Kintaro had the advantage of size, long legs and enough grace he could leap over logs and the likes towards the rickety pier which housed the rickety boat in which he had used to get here.
Less gracefully, the rope was pulled free as the Seeker came speeding down from the treeline after him, he gave a kick of the vessel sending it out into the water and he jumped in after it. He braced a foot on the side to ensure he didn’t fall, and tried to counter weight the momentum he had caused, as the boat started to slip away in the calm enough waters. Quick enough he sat down, long tail sweeping to the side, before grabbing the oars to row himself further away from the shore as the Seeker came to a skidded stop at the Pier, shouting at the Raen who just laughed as he became quickly out of reach.
The rowboat slipped further towards the horizon, where the bright blue skies melted into the deep blue sea, and land was not far beyond it. This would probably come to bite him in the ass, eventually. But that was not today’s concern.
#ffxivwrite2024#ffxiv writing#// of histories and mysteries; ffxivwrite 2024#had to pump this one out now as i wouldnt have time tomorrow with work. god bless kintaro you stupid fool#also rare Kin appearance but he deserves a lil story#absolutely no one saw me spell my OC's name wrong on several occasions what the fuck
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I love them
Silly gals.....
(Kori belongs to @teethzsharx )
#the amazing digital circus#tadc#tadc oc#tadc dorothy#last panel is on the rare occasion that Dorothy actually shows that she truly cares...#she might be a bitch but she does care for kori-#I'm comjuring up more udeas for these two as I'm writing this#i am very mentally stable YEAP#so normal bout these two#and i made a bunch of spelling mistakes AHA that's what i get for not double checking what I type
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a lot of the time and I mean like once per week I somewhat wish that I wrote ship fics like a normal person instead of x reader. the problem is. I am not normal
#definitely feel like x reader fics are nowhere near as respected or appreciated as other fics#and this is not a new development at all#I don't really read ship fics because#I don't really ship anything......... lol#but on the rare occasions where I do#it seems like people always appreciate the writing in those fics way more#not just where popularity is concerned#but it's much more likely to see comments of people praising what they liked about the writing#even on smut fics#but for x reader it's very rare#I think a lot of people are shy to comment and I get that#because before I became a writer I was too#literally almost everything I have ever written and probably ever will write I write for me#because I enjoy it and writing about me and my silly characters is what makes me happy#but uuuggggggh#it feels so so good to have someone say what they liked about your writing#it makes me feel like oh. all of this isn't just a time waste#and even though writing is the most freeing feeling in the world#there is a clear pain and disappointment sometimes#when you make something where it feels like no one understands but you#the only solution!!!! is to write what you want and not care!!!!!!!!!
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Okay so I'm caught up and wow, just, you really have something special here.
From a craft perspective, how did you map out chapter 15? There's so much to keep track of and admittedly I tend to get confused with regular fight scenes, but not only could I keep track of what was going on, all of the setups and payoffs were so incredibly satisfying. Did you have a flow chart or something?
that particular fight scene i didn't have any flowcharts actually! the thing about it was that i really only had to keep track of a handful of setups and payoffs surrounding Thad specifically, and the rest I could fudge a little bit. with Thad as the perspective character, the fact that he couldn't use superspeed and so sometimes things would just happen in a snap was extremely useful for glossing over the kinds of details that would've made my brain explode.
like Six accidentally ripping holes in spacetime: i didn't have to keep track of how many he made or where they were placed or when/where they would send whoever stepped through them, which meant they could show up wherever and whenever i needed them. And the only character I really had to keep track of temporally was Thad, which meant everyone else i could handwave explanations for. Jude, Bart, and Five were the ones covering the most ground, and so had the most opportunities to run into the temporal rips, and so had the most versions of themselves all over the place. As long as I established one of them as having done all this before, it kinda just fills in the blanks on its own.
not to say it was an easy fight to write lmao. I had to speed through the whole thing in one day so I didn't lose any of the details i had kicking around in my head, then I basically rewrote it from the ground up so all the setups and payoffs actually made sense. but a little bit of vagueness and the limits of the perspective character went a long way!
#asks#cer-rata#one of the rare occasions i had to write it on my laptop for the first draft#because i type faster than i handwrite and i fucking NEEDED to keep up a little bit with my brain on that one
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Two nights ago at 3am I was dreading school as usual and started to write something lighthearted then I got a bit absorbed into it lol...mostly copy pasted what I wrote that night with a few small edits. Dw it's pretty easy to read cuz dialogue comes easier to me so it's all dialogue.
Wren: Have you ever dreamt of me?
Kiawe: That’s a sudden question… Yes, I have.
Wren: Was it a good dream?
K: I dreamt we were riding charizards together once.
W: wait, really???? I dreamt that too!
K: Seriously?!
W: wow, we are so made for each other.
K: was there other times you…dreamt of…me…
W: uhm, it’s mostly a blur and illogical as dreams are. But I think I did feel my feelings of crushing on you in my dreams like maybe twice. I think i hugged you in one of them. And that was before we ever hugged at all.
K: Oh…that’s nice.
W: Uh, what about you. Did you dream of me other times?
K: Yeah, i was teaching you to dance, at the top of the volcano. I think… we fell in the volcano, and then i woke up.
W: I’d like to fall in the volcano with you.
K: No..!! If that ever happens I’ll catch you. But that will never happen.
W: Huh? By calling over your charizard fast enough?
K: Uh, yes…
W: We can do it as a fierce declaration of our love.
K: ……
W: Okay, or we could just dance. Oh, did you have any bad dreams of me?
K: Other than the falling in the volcano?
W: Hey That is really beautiful and I don’t count that as a bad dream. I wish i dreamt that.
K: I was actually kind of apprehensive to meet you at the volcano that evening.
W: But seriously though, that is so poetic. Maybe we could stand at the tip and feel the heat together.
K: WREN! PLEASE!
W: OKAY I was Kiddingggg… (but I’m gonna write about it)
K: So, the bad dream…
W: Oh yeah
K: I don’t know, i just dreamt you left. I don’t remember much of it. But i saw you leave on a ferry. I was at the pier and then at the top of the volcano.
W: wow you really like the volcano so much. Wanna jump in together? Ok sorry continue
K: …… You’re going to leave eventually, though.
W: … Um, I mean…that’s still in a while. And it’s not like we won’t see each other again.
K: I wish i could follow you where you go.
W: I don’t think you should be the one saying that… I’m supposed to follow you. I’m not even joking.
K: I’ll still be in Alola when you leave.
W: I mean…. I don’t know, I don’t really think much about the future—
K: Exactly. You don’t, Wren. So how do I know for sure we won’t stray? You’re going to leave and not come back—
W: ??? Who says I wont??
K: I just— the future is so uncertain… It makes me so worried.
W: Just so you know. I want to be with you more than you want to be with me. In case you didn’t know. I feel like I don’t say much of this enough, but I always think it. Like, you don’t know how much I think it.
K: Really...? But you were fine before you met me.
W: Doesn’t that apply to you too?
K: N-No. Without you… I’d still be worried about the future. You encourage me with optimism…But it mostly works when it comes to my dancing and my future studies. What's really different is that you're in the picture... and when it comes to you,… how do I know what exactly you’re thinking?
W: You think I’m not transparent enough?
K: In a way. I-
W: Sorry, I guess i don’t really say it. Do you really worry I’ll leave you?
K: I mean, I dreamt it so I must have…thought it.
W: the topic took such a bleak turn.
K: Sorry, Wren…
W: It’s okay, I understand what you think. I don’t really know the future either, but I promise to tell you earlier when I’m going...I also don’t want to leave at all. But, I guess, we both still have each other now, so we can focus on the present?
K: You're right, Wren. Thanks.
W: But, if you want better reassurance, I have a proposal. As a declaration of our eternal bond and inseparation, to make you never worry of us parting again not only in body but also spirit, how about we jump into the volcano together?
Kiawe just smiles softly. Wren does the same.
Behind them, Wela Volcano's soft fumes trail silently into the red-ochre sky.
Its umber body is indomitable as love, monument of an Earth where the circles of selves meet, weave, and travel with time for two young lovers.
#Kiawren#Wren's writing#Me dreaming of flying on Chari.zards with him is a lie btw#On the rare occasion I dream of us I never dream something completely wholesome about 😔#it's always some weirdly patched illogical haze where he makes a cameo and that's all💀
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I just want to say i absolutely love your Nishiki fics. They're so good and there's hardly any content for that man.
there's a plethora of nishiki wips locked up in my closet! maybe i'll work up the courage to fish them out and post them even if i don't love them like i did with 'his most prized possession'. i love writing about nishiki! thank you for reading <3
#between nishiki and aizawa- idk who i enjoy writing about the most#these days most of the writing i do is selfship#sometimes it goes on my selfship blog and other times that too sits in my drive because i can never just.. write and enjoy what i've writte#so it's always nice on the rare occasion when i get to hear that other people enjoy my writing#at least i know someone does! hahaha#📨askkulemi
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Shout out to your crow posting. Referred to her with she her pronouns in a fic I'm writing with no regard beyond "yeah these pronouns fit better for this scene I bet" and y'know what. They did . Godspeed
HELL YES. AWESOME. god bless you soldier.
#in the rare occasions that i write Anything using she/her just flows so nicely for her. idk what it is.#crack in this scientist’s pronounce tbh#BTWWWW. YOU SHOULD SO TOTALLY SEND ME THE FIC (as anon if needed) IF UR COMFORTABLE . I’D LOVE TO READ IT#SMILES SO WIDEEEEE#good luck in writing 🫡#ty for ask!
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my cat is a wonderful fanfic writer. look what she added onto my current wip
#this is a very plot heavy xxxholic crossover for anyone who's curious. it has absolutely nothing to do with xxxholic except for the fact#that the entire plot hinges on a wish sabo makes at yuuko's shop at the start of the fic. i am very tempted to write a sequel fic with a#lot more yuuko in it tho. if i can finish this one. so far it's about 1600 words and i've vaguely planned out the first half of the fic#me on the rare occasion i pull out my notebook and draw up a timeline: oh wow suddenly the writing got easier
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