#thanks for the ask elle!!!

[happi-tree]

fun fandom fashion blog!!! i love when u rb fashion w the tag walk walk fashion bb or something along those lines it makes my day

AW yay!!! Thank you so much, lovebird 🥺🥺🥺 glad my silly little fashion tags make you smile :]c And ofc. Assorted fandom madness always and forever 💜💜💜

[intotheelliwoods]

I cast “Become a Tot” on Poptart

Well- if you insist-

[idk-ask-me-yesterday]

can you make a roy harper x reader where roy’s a mechanic? maybe he helps fix readers car?

Lady Luck

Summary: You begrudgingly head to a mechanic shop to get your car fixed, you end up leaving with much more than a fixed car.

Puppets: Roy harper x reader

Word count: 1,103 (i got excited for my first fic)

Warnings: none! Just some fluff.

Elle yaps: thank you so much for the ask! I hope i did this justice.

Slightly proofread. No use of Y/N

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This week was not going your way.

Yes, it was only Wednesday, but still. First, you got ghosted on a date, then it started pouring rain while walking your dog, and finally, you returned to your car only to find someone had scraped it and left!

You couldn't tell whether you wanted to scream at every passerby or collapse on the ground crying. Instead, you got in your car and googled the nearest mechanic shop. There goes this month's paycheck...

Luckily, the weather seemed to be clearing up, and the shop was empty when you arrived. Maybe your bad luck streak was over. Maybe things were finally going your way again—

"Can I help you, sweetheart?"

Jumping at the sudden voice, you turn and... fuck. Of course you had to run into one of the probably five hot guys in your city while looking like you'd lived through a tsunami. Luck just isn't on your side today.

"Sweetheart?"

"Oh... yeah. Sorry... Someone uh... hit my car."

Smooth. Real smooth. Not at all awkward. The earth could open up and swallow you whole right about now, but once again, Lady Luck turns her back on you.

He laughs, one of those laughs that seems to brighten the room. Nothing like your strangling-a-chicken laugh.

"Oh yeah? Lemme take a look."

After tying your dog to a nearby pole, you turn back to your car to be smacked in the face with the most delicious set of abs you've ever seen. Truthfully, he was just changing out of his oil-stained shirt, but you preferred the smacked-in-the-face version.

He walks over to your car in a clean shirt, much to your dismay, kneeling to inspect the damage to your headlight.

"Today's your lucky day, sweetheart. They didn't get'cha very good—only some basic damage. I can fix this right up in an hour or so."

'Today is your lucky day,' you almost laughed. He leads you to the back of the shop and looks through his tools.

As he digs through the pile of wrenches and screwdrivers, you can't help but notice how his muscles flex with each movement. Your dog whines from outside, probably sensing your internal struggle between wanting to stare and knowing you absolutely shouldn't.

"Found it!" he exclaims, holding up some tool you couldn't name if your life depended on it. "Now, let's get that car of yours fixed up."

You watch as he gets to work, his movements precise and practiced. The sound of metal on metal fills the air, punctuated by occasional muttering under his breath. Your dog has settled down, apparently having given up on judging your obvious ogling of the attractive mechanic.

"I'm Roy, by the way..." he says, wiping his hands on a nearby rag and flashing you another one of those heart-stopping smiles. "Been wondering what your name is since you walked in. Can't keep calling you sweetheart all afternoon—unless, of course, that's what you'd prefer. Your choice."

You feel a deep blush spreading from your neck to your cheeks as you attempt to introduce yourself, your tongue suddenly feeling three sizes too big for your mouth. Despite your best efforts, you still manage to stumble over the syllables of your own name like you've never said it before in your life. His grin widens at your flustered state, and when he repeats your name back to you, he does it slowly, deliberately, like he's savoring each letter, testing how the sound of it feels on his tongue. The way he says it makes it sound like poetry instead of just another name.

You shift your weight from one foot to the other, trying to find something intelligent to say. But before you can cobble together a coherent response, he's already back at work on your car, humming softly under his breath. The sound mingles with the metallic clinks and your dog's occasional whimpers, creating an oddly soothing symphony in the otherwise quiet shop.

Time seems to slow as you watch him work, each movement deliberate and graceful despite the grease and grime. You find yourself wondering if his hands are as skilled at other things as they are at fixing cars. The thought makes your cheeks burn even hotter, and you quickly look away, pretending to be fascinated by a poster of car parts on the far wall.

The minutes crawl by like honey dripping from a spoon, each second marked by the rhythmic sounds of Roy's work. Finally, after what feels like both an eternity and not nearly long enough, he straightens up with a satisfied grunt that sends an unexpected shiver down your spine. "All done, sweetheart. Good as new," he announces with that same easy confidence that's been making your knees weak all afternoon.

He reaches for the nearby rag, methodically wiping his hands clean of grease and grime. The motion leaves dark, artistic smudges across the already well-stained fabric, but you're far too distracted by the way his forearms flex and ripple with each deliberate movement. The simple action shouldn't be nearly as mesmerizing as it is, and yet you find yourself transfixed by the play of muscles beneath his sun-kissed skin.

Your dog barks suddenly, startling you out of your daze, and you realize with embarrassment that you've been staring. Roy doesn't seem to mind though - if anything, his smile has grown wider, more knowing. He pulls a business card from his back pocket and scribbles something on it before holding it out to you.

"My personal number's on the back," he says with a wink that makes your heart skip several beats, your pulse racing like a finely-tuned engine. He taps the card with one grease-stained finger, leaving a tiny smudge on the corner that somehow makes it feel more personal. "In case you need any more... mechanical assistance."

The way he emphasizes those last two words, letting them roll off his tongue with deliberate slowness, leaves little doubt that car repairs aren't the only kind of assistance he's offering. His eyes meet yours with an intensity that makes the already warm garage feel positively sweltering, and you find yourself wondering if he can hear how loudly your heart is hammering against your ribs.

With trembling fingers, you take the card, trying desperately to act casual even as electricity shoots through your body when your fingers brush against his. Your dog gives another impatient bark, reminding you that you've been here far longer than planned. Before you can overthink it, you tuck the card safely in your pocket, already knowing you'll be calling that number sooner rather than later.

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[ilium-ilia]

normalise not sending dumb shit through anons

i think anon forgot that i've written *checks notes* nearly 125k words this year alone. they're probably not a creative either saying as how they don't seem to understand differing creative processes. i hope they normalize taking showers soon so they can clean their inconsiderate ass lmfao

[ellegreenawayslover]

HI!!!1! do u have any jelle headcanons ?1!?cuz I’ve been going insane and need more content to fuel my madness.. 🤫

Yes! I’ve been thinking about them a lot lately, so yes!

Elle is a lesbian, and JJ is bi.

Elle was the first woman JJ had a relationship with.

JJ impulsively kissed Elle during a case, then apologized, saying that she didn’t know why she did that. Elle kissed her again and said it was okay. 

They started seeing each other in secret after that. JJ wasn’t ready, and Elle was okay with that.

They didn’t hang out much outside work (because they spent so much time together during work. And even though what they had wasn’t too serious, they made little date nights when they shared hotel rooms and had to stay another night after closing cases.

After the scene where Derek (I think it was him) asks if she has a boyfriend, and then JJ joins, JJ definitely teased Elle about it later. Elle called JJ her boyfriend as a joke and she blushed so much. (I hope this one makes sense)

After Elle was shot, JJ spent a lot of time with her in the hospital until she was discharged. She even stayed with her for a couple of nights.

JJ also spent some nights with her after everything happened because she didn’t want Elle to be alone. 

Elle wrote JJ a letter before leaving, telling her she was sorry but she needed to go and that she hoped JJ could understand. The letter was the first time she told JJ she loved her, but she had been too afraid before that.

JJ kept that letter for years, even after she married Will. She sometimes read it all over again when she missed Elle.

JJ wrote a letter to Elle but just kept it for herself.

They met again after a case. JJ saw her in a bar. They talked and started a relationship again. (This is just like my fic Sailor Song because I love it, and it is basically some of my Jelle headcanons but in a fic.)

After that, JJ felt like she didn’t have to hold on to that letter anymore. Elle was there to tell her she loved her.

Michael started to call Elle “Ellie” a few months after she met him and Henry. Elle would only let him (and Henry if he wanted to) call her that.

Elle and JJ got married in the spring. It wasn’t anything big, as long as the kids were there, they were happy. 

A few months after the wedding, Michael started calling Elle Mama. At first, it made Elle kind of nervous, but she got used to it pretty quickly and loved it. Henry stuck to calling Elle, and she was totally fine with that, too.

Once, when Henry was sick, and JJ was out on a case, Elle took care of him, and he called her Mama for the first time. She was Mama for both of them ever since.

JJ’s Instagram could be confused with a fan page of Elle and the kids. Elle’s, too.

These are the ones I could think about right now, but I’m sure in about 30 minutes I’ll think about more, so if I get stuck on writing my fics, I might make a part 2 of this. Also, some of them are going to be in the second chapter of Sailor Song.

I haven’t forgotten about the ask about the Elle headcanons, I swear, but I just haven’t gotten around to writing them yet, but I will (someday).

[yesloulou]

top 5 of your favorite max/daniel gifs

the ad 22 hug obvi

this was so painful to watch but it speaks volumns and i can't not love it. the more it hurts the more you cared etc

max giving daniel's belly lil pats as a (idk only he would know) gesture of comfort/reassurance bc Daniel was talking about body weight management in f1

partying on airmax just immaculate

and finally!!!!:

[thatfriendlyanon]

hope its okay if i double dip in the voice memo asks but !! i think you asked me something like this so im turning it back on you... what passage from the Bible is the Most like poetry to you/you rotate in your mind the most? (also <3 im hugging you tight mwah)

ask me anything & i'll answer w a voice memo!

[kissingagrumpygiant]

I love Batyn and know so little about her. Can you please tell me things about your beautiful goth lady?

oh heehee of course

she's my character from our (now wrapped up) Heart: The City Beneath game but i can't stop thinking of her. she is so weird

she's a Heretic priestess of Damnou, the moon goddess in-game

in the forced servitude of her former Durance charge As-Sound-Fades, now a cult leader who's mad/fixated on her leaving his service years ago so now she "has to go in there." "in the dark?" "in the dark." ":("

Batyn and 2 other companions (Crack and Crixus) get hired by a weirdo drow with a human-fixation (plot relevant) to go on a delve that ends up going crazy wrong/just right

they all end up traveling on the immutable spirit of PUBLIC TRANSIT. , a train-god, who just wants to give them everything their hearts desire, and has weird bugs and glowing fungus growing in it

PT. gave her a dream where ASF gets spliced in half with his gnoll accomplice and it started chasing her around the train and it's her fault for not realizing PT. was trying to give her a lil revenge fantasy dream. if only she stopped screaming🙄

Batyn for reasons i too don't understand decided to mix some of that fungus in a sourdough jar she carried everywhere with her

when PUBLIC TRANSIT. crashes, thro the power of her weirdo prayer, the mix literally saves them and gives PT. a body sourdough-golem style as well as an outfit change for all of them

Batyn Can Make a Religion Out Of This

dying and getting reborn in a sick outfit only made her so much more annoying

Batyn meets the Paul Atreides of her religion (named Irony) and decides she's going to actually kill this guy/get him fired/make fun of his pants. sadly he's into that

literally everyone wants her but she won't realize it because she's too busy yelling at people a lot and also has a job

in a lot of ways she is Bitsy from legends of Avantris

[yesimwriting]

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZNd8m6WaC/

Is this not armand when bestie reader calls him after louis left him and they dont see eachother as often ? 😭

yes omg 😭 post divorce Armand is just WAITING for an excuse, a sign, the vaguest implication of a reason to openly show up. Also definitely peak stalker guardian angel era <3

[nothoughtsjustmhaandotherthings]

What’s something you’re excited about this year?

Also hope you’ll feel better soon <3

thank you elle!!

I have a trip to Denver/San Diego coming up in June sooo that’s gonna be fun!! I was born in La Jolla but I’ve never been back so I’m excited to see it!

[wulfhalls]

https://www.instagram.com/reel/DD7toRGt0vu/?igsh=YTRrd3UxaG84ZWxw

thought of you immediately upon seeing this <33

elle fanning having a breakdown trying to balance being genuine and authentic but also showing off her broad range of interests only to ultimately end up looking deeply insane is the only representation that matters <3

[raapija]

Nando and Lance trying to bake a cake together >:3

Nando ends up smearing flour on Lance's face and idk..cute/ fluffy things happen <33

This was so sweet I had to write a little longer response! So, enjoy this short fic :>

This is set in the future, inside the pookie au, where Fernando and Lance are married and have kids.

Lance and Fernando bake a cake for Lance's birthday. Cutesy stuff ensue... <3

Lance swiped a stray lock of hair behind his ear as he tapped away on his phone. His hair had gotten quite long in the past couple years and this one gray strand always wriggled itself loose from his bun. The gray had started to push out the second he had decided to stay home when their twins were born. Fernando loved it, though, so he didn't dare cut it off or dye it to match his otherwise dark brown hair.

He heard the front door open and close and Fernando soon emerged into the kitchen with a small shopping bag. He had a gleeful expression, pulling out the carton of eggs and whatever else he had to go get. Fernando had insisted on baking Lance a birthday cake himself but of course they didn't have any of the essential ingredients.

"And, to put on top!" Fernando said triumphantly as he pulled out a small plastic box from the bottom of the bag. He offered it to Lance, who chuckled as he saw the most disgusting looking sugar rose that had probably been sitting on the store shelf for years.

"I'm turning 29, not 60." Lance joked as he carefully set the box down onto the counter next to all the other things. Fernando hummed, ignoring him, and pulled off his jacket to go wash his hands. Lance rounded the counter and sat on one of the barstools to watch Fernando work.

"Bien, aquí vamos!" Fernando clapped his hands together and looked around the counter at all the various ingredients. Lance couldn't help but snicker when Fernando's excitement turned into distress. He clearly had no clue what to do or where to even start.

"Need help, hmm?" Lance cooed and cocked his head at the Spaniard, batting his eyes.

"Please." Fernando said defeatedly, and Lance got up to join him on the other side. He arranged the ingredient again into a more coherent assembly and then pulled out his phone.

"I asked Chloe for a recipe, she sent me this." he showed his husband the picture his sister had sent. He figured they could wing it with whatever Fernando had brought from the store.

"We start with measuring every dry ingredient and mixing them together, yeah?" Lance explained and Fernando nodded along, eager to learn. It wasn't like Fernando was completely useless in the kitchen, but he was just lightyears behind Lance.

¬

Lance had tasked Fernando with measuring out the flour, but as he was pouring it in the big mixing bowl, some of it spilled onto the counter. Fernando was annoyed that he had spilled it, but Lance assured him it was fine.

"No, no.," he rushed to shovel the flour into the bowl with his hands. "It's actually good luck to put it in from the counter. Trust me."

"Right." Fernando huffed and Lance chuckled. He turned to face him and dapped his nose with a flour covered finger. Fernando furrowed his brows.

"You happy now?" the Spaniard asked and made Lance laugh again. He dusted the rest of the flour off his hands and then slid them around Fernando's waist.

"Happy." he said and leaned in to kiss him. Sweet and loving, like countless times before. When they pulled apart, Fernando smiled and gently brushed his fingers over Lance's cheek where his nose had been rubbing against.

"Happy birthday." he said, now with a softer voice. Lance looked into his eyes and found nothing but love and warmth. He kissed him again and then let go.

"Let's bake this cake." Fernando said and they turned back towards the countertop.

"I hoped you were going to say something else." Lance teased. The Spaniard nudged him on the side and grabbed the bowl to start mixing.

"Later, this is important." he said. Lance couldn't help smiling like a kid at that and began to crack eggs into another bowl. He then measured out milk and Fernando gave him the sugar to pour in. They made a pretty good team once Fernando figured out how to read the recipe.

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After pushing the cake in the oven and cleaning the kitchen, they both sat next to each other on the barstools and Lance sighed.

"Tired?" Fernando asked and slid a glass of wine towards him. Lance took a sip from it and sighed again, stretching his neck by letting it hang down. He felt Fernando's hand rub on his shoulder to ease the tension.

"Yeah, long day with the kids. Jay woke me up at six." Lance groaned. He loved his kids but sometimes he'd wish they would sleep a full night.

"I take care of them tomorrow. Let you sleep." Fernando said and Lance raised his head. He clinked his wine glass to his husband's and took a big gulp of it.

"Thank you." he croaked after swallowing and felt the gray strand of hair once again flop over his forehead. Fernando smiled and gently tucked it behind his ear.

"You know you're the prettiest?" the Spaniard mused and Lance blushed. They had been together for almost 10 years and he still felt like a teenager every time Fernando said nice things about him.

"Prettiest 29 year old I know, at least." Fernando continued and Lance snorted, threatening to slap him and Fernando quickly moved back, laughing. He almost tipped over with the barstool and Lance had to take a hold of his arm to keep him upright.

"Jesus christ." Lance said and could already see a smirk form on Fernando's mouth.

"Not quite, but almost, mi amor." he jested and now earned a real slap on his back as reward.

"Shut up, idiot." Lance scoffed at him but smiled afterwards. Fernando looked content with making him annoyed with his jokes. He really loved teasing him.

¬

When the cake had cooled down and they had emptied their third glasses of wine, Lance had made some whipped cream and neatly spread it over the cake. Fernando had complimented his skills and got himself a blob of leftover cream.

"Get Jay and Lucy, I want them to decorate it." Lance said as Fernando licked the remnants of cream out the mixing bowl. Lance opened the various bottles of sprinkles and other decorations and spread them on the table around the cake.

Fernando soon returned with the twins, both eager to get their hands on the cake.

"Decoremos el pastel de cumpleaños de papá." Fernando adviced the kids and then gave each of them a sprinkle bottle. Lance followed lovingly as their 2-year-olds covered the cake with sprinkles, chocolate bits and little sugary pearls with Fernando's help. It looked chaotic with all the colors mixed up but it was perfect in Lance's eyes.

"Good job." he said and gave the twins a little high-five each. Fernando scrambled to the kitchen to fetch the rose and plopped it in the middle of it all. It really brought the whole mess together.

"Now we have a taste?" Lance asked the kids and their eyes lit up.

"Yeah!" they shouted in unison with Fernando right behind them. Lance cut each of them a piece and they all settled down around the dinner table, all of them quietly enjoying the cake. Lance was pretty impressed how well it turned out.

"Happy birthday." Fernando kissed Lance on the cheek and the kids did their best to congratulate him aswell, babbling whatever they though sounded similar to their dad. Right now , Lance was probably the happiest he'd ever been. Surrounded by his little weird family and the love of his life on his side. Tomorrow he would lounge around the home the whole day doing nothing, let Fernando tend to the kids for one day.

Oh, heaven... he thought. <3

[numbuh424]

Hello! I really love your Death Note art!! Especially your blog header. I saw it and thought it was so cool how you copied the manga style!! Your posts about it say they're you're Death Note OC? Do you have anymore info you can share about them or previous posts about them? Are they a Death Note user? I'm really curious cause the art is so cool and I love reading about people's OCs. That's all, thanks for all the cool art you make!

Hello!! Thank you so much for enjoying my art 🙏 And thank you for asking about my OC! I've never really talked about her publicly before just cause I've never really... Made an OC before? So this ask made me really happy 🥹 I'll try to keep this short but it definitely won't be lol because I don't know when I'll ever get to talk about her again.

Years ago I had a plot stewing in my head for a story where Near shuts down the L successor program, steps down as L, and puts the title to rest. It takes place a year after the A-Kira story, which is around 10 years after Death Note's main story.

The idea was that someone began exposing Wammy's for their covered-up misdeeds and the fact that this is where successors of L were being raised. Because of that information being leaked, Wammy's House becomes unsafe for everyone in it.

OC talk under the cut 🙏

Apart from needing an antagonist who leaks all this information, I also needed a character who was there during the years Near wasn't to fill in the gaps for him and lead him to the culprit.

All the major information about her is here on this OC character profile I made a while back. Lee honestly began as a general persona/self-insert that I use whenever I want to draw myself. I still often use her as my persona when I make silly doodles and whatnot. However, as a Death Note OC, I've really lost control of her and she has just gone on to take a life of her own lol

Lee comes from Wammy's House and entered when she was 12, a lot later than the rest. She first arrived only months before L died and Near and Mello left to hunt Kira. Though gifted with photographic memory, she could never really make it into the successor program through that alone. Despite this, she dedicated her years at Wammy's to pursuing the title against all odds, only to come up short every single time until she finally graduated. Knowing she wasted years pursuing the title, she grew bitter towards L and the program and left the orphanage to pursue an art career like she originally wanted.

She became an art teacher and kept her distance from anything related to the crime/police/investigators. Unfortunately, as fate would have it (fate being me, the person controlling everything about her life), she became a witness to a crime where she used her skills to draw the culprit. Her sketch is what gets the man arrested and what causes the police to recruit her. Though she always said she'd abstain from detective work after wasting her time on it at Wammy's, she wants to be useful so she agrees to work part-time lowkey.

She doesn't like having the spotlight on her, as years of fighting for it in her youth have worn out her motivation for being seen. She keeps her past under lock and key and lies about it constantly, but her memory allows her to keep track of her lies easily.

Her role in the story is that her past identity (her real name and lived experiences) is stolen and used to frame her as the person leaking information about the orphanage - an "insider tells all" who wants to destroy L, Quillish Wammy, and the orphanage. Because Lee is so detached from her past, at first she lets the culprit just use her old identity. It's not her anymore, anyway, so why bother her about it? It's only when the culprit starts murdering people and throws her current identity under the bus that she starts sweating. There's a criminal investigation underway and she's their only suspect.

Near and his team know she's not behind any of this; they're really the only ones who know for sure because of his ties to Wammy's (it's kind of a reverse L and Light situation where he's sure it's not her but everyone else is out to get her lol). However, she can definitely help point them in the direction of the person who's behind it all.

The problem is Lee's animosity towards the L program extend to Near, who is the only L she really knows considering the real L died a few months after she arrived at the orphanage. Near tries to bring her on board for the case since she's the best lead they could possibly ask for, but because of her distaste towards L and the orphanage, she refuses to join at first. The culprit going one step further and framing her for murder is what pushes her to finally go with Near and his team because her life has fallen apart and the police are coming to get her.

She really doesn't wanna help L and joins mostly for self preservation. She kinda gets a kick out of the fact that she has information the world's greatest detective can't get from anyone else. It's childish of her, but what's Death Note without a bit of childishness.

Also, to answer your other question, she's not a Death Note user. I certainly intended for her to be back then (hence the art I made for her where she has the notebook) but the story I came up with has undergone dramatic changes since. She still very much works with pen and paper, just not in that way anymore lol

That's most of the basic information about her and her role in the story I may or may not ever write. I honestly have the broad strokes mapped out already, including the ending.

Spoilers (for a story that only exists in my head lol), Near has Wammy's House demolished and has a new institution built for the kids. The successor program is dissolved and he has Lee head the art department since she was already an art teacher before everything happened.

Thanks so much for asking about her 🙏

[liesmyth]

“It doesn’t occur to Ianthe that anyone would betray her because betraying people is HER specialty” -my dad on NTN

IT'S A SURVIVAL STRATEGY... her parents never loved her enough because she had nasty vibes as a child... what else can she do!?

what does he think about Ianthe in NtN? I need to know. Riding around Babs like he's a sports car. Threatening to take off Camilla's limbs as terrible flirtation. The friendship bracelets. Her Fascism Is Here, New Rho!! speech. The Coronabeth of it all

[thatfriendlyanon]

for your capstone asks !!!! 2 + 37

2. author's note: i'll share some facts about the manuscript's background/context/etc

okay! so!! four years ago i was in my final semester of university. to graduate with a minor in creative writing, i had to write & compile a "capstone" (aka senior thesis). your capstone had two components: an academic essay detailing your personal aesthetic* and then a body of your own creative writing. that second part could be Lots Of Different Things––people wrote portions of novels, compiled short stories, one of my friends did a children's book, etc etc. but with me being a poet, i made a poetry manuscript compiling a lot of the poems i'd written over the course of my four years at uni.

i had So Much Fun creating this manuscript, editing poems, compiling them, studying other poets' chapbooks to understand how flow & theme work As A Whole in a book rather than just poem-by-poem, etc etc. honestly i LOVE poetry collections and could ramble about them for ages, but the short of it is i graduated with a pretty polished poetry manuscript that could be ready for publication if i wanted to.

that's a lot of facts already so i'll skim over the whole Publishing Thing (i can expound on that more if someone else asks me this same question xD), buuut all that to say, the manuscript's been sitting in a folder on my laptop for the past four years and this past month i was suddenly seized with the desire to go forward with self-publication, sooo that's what i'm now doing!!! doing some final edits here & there and then hopefully getting it published in the next month or so :D

*not "aesthetic" as in, like, ✨me-core✨, but "a set of principles underlying and guiding the work of a particular artist or artistic movement" (oxford dictionary definition)

37. tenebrae

the fun fact about this one is it is one of the four or so poems in this collection i'm having trouble with and contemplating entirely revamping or cutting from the collection.

it started as a sonnet that i still really like, and then when i was working on the collection as my capstone, my professor advised i revise it to no longer be rhyming, since there aren't any other rhyming/strict-form poems in the collection. i did, and the resulting poem is Fine, but the original sonnet still feels like the poem's True Heart to me, if you know what i mean. so. now that i'm coming back to the collection solely for myself, with no need of getting this approved by a traditional publisher either, i may just say screw it and return it to its original sonnet form and let it be the only rhyming poem in the book and let that be what it'll be.

favorite lineees....i'm gonna use some from the original sonnet 'cause like i just said i don't love any of the lines of its Current Iteration xD the opening is my favorite bc i just had so much fun with the Sound Of Words & playing around with personification :D

I left the building burning to the sky: The flames a hungry dog that licked the air, The smoke a churlish tramp to passersby That stained the sidewalk, slurring awful swears

ask me questions about my poetry manuscript!!

[its-gettin-weird]

Hello Pearl,

What thing, sight, activity, or experience from the surface world do you think that each of your sisters would be most excited to see, if they had the opportunity to see it? 

Sincerely, a sightseeing fan. 

Interesting question! My sisters have seen many things on land that I hadn’t then. They had much more time to breach the surface after their fifteenth birthday than I had, and more opportunities to observe the experiences on land from the edge of the water. However none of my sisters are able to go beyond the riverbanks and shoreline in the extent that I am currently able, so I have been fortunate enough to be immersed in the world beyond the shore and to witness things I never thought imaginable.

I think Anemone would be quite fond of the vast array of knowledge humans have amassed within libraries and universities, as well as the church. She’d be so surprised humans were able to accomplish this! In fact, many of my fellow Marineids are unaware of just how intelligent and talented humans are, which is quite unfortunate to me. We do not have a fully fledged written language nor any permanent records outside our memorized stories and songs, so of course any one of us would be amazed at the compilations of literature that humans have stored. She’d find all this vast information useful to learning how to be a better leader and queen.

Ray I feel would absolutely love human sports and games! We have our own games similar to human ones, but many of them are meant to teach or sharpen hunting skills, though this certainly doesn’t take the entertainment out of them. Speaking of hunting, Ray would also enjoy the different methods of game hunting that humans partake in, as well as their weapons and tools. While we have no use for these things, I do believe that my sister would take a liking to the unique methods that humans use to make up for their lack of physical prowess. Perhaps she would be partial to short range weapons, she does love the chase and much prefers to give the finishing blow up close.

Sand may have a fondness for the sights she would see on the surface, and the possibility of traveling across the land. I think she is the type to want to experience everything the world has to offer that she possibly can, and if she were able to traverse the surface in search of new adventures she absolutely would. I can see her going far and wide to see every landscape, try every food, converse with every passersby, and take in every encounter she has in its absolute fullest. I can also definitely say that she would love the getaway resorts here and could be found relaxing in any one of them!

Coral is the one that initially got me curious about humans in the first place! Her personal garden is so different from the rest of ours; it is absolutely full of manmade artifacts and treasures! Human trinkets litter every nook and cranny of her garden, and she still sought out more before I left! I am …unsure if she continues to have such a passion for human creations, considering the scenario in which I last saw her… I sincerely hope that this horrible incident hasn’t soured her appreciation for the craftsmanship of humans, and for her to see that this doesn’t reflect on all humans.

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Perhaps she would take an interest in museums, or art galleries. I feel many of the things present in these places could spark her interest, and are quite similar to the treasures she has collected back home.

Kelp would love the fashion and accessories land dwellers have! She loves to gather the prettiest oysters and shells then clip them to her tail and fins. I don’t know how they don’t bother her, especially with the amount she has on at a given time. She says they don’t hurt her much, but they were terribly painful for me! :< I think she may also like makeup and jewelry humans have. I unfortunately believe that Kelp may be insecure about her tail deformity, and may have taken to excessive accessorizing to compensate. She does seem to find genuine joy in modifying and enhancing her appearance, so I do not worry too much about this.

… just talking about my sisters, my pod, makes me miss them dearly. I wonder if they are well, especially since what happened to Coral.

I worry greatly about my pod on land, the other Larks I mean. Elle is… currently not present. I am at a loss for what to do, I wonder what my sisters would do. What did Anemone, and the rest of my pod, do when Mother was gone? I suppose there was nothing they could do, she was already….

Elle is not dead. I have been assured of this. I— we, still have time. We can still do something. We have to try. I suppose Elle will not be happy with me for doing this… I am trying not to be reckless again. I have to think very carefully about what I must do.

The matriarch of her pod must plan effectively and carefully about what she must do to protect and lead her pod and shoal.

What would Anemone do?

What would Grandmother do?

What would my Mother have done?