#sambi writes

[omgsecretsecret]

I don't want to go !

Pairing : Lee Minho x gn!reader

Genre : fluff ; crack ; a liiiiiittle bit suggestive if you squint

Word count : about 650

Warning : mention of needles (for vaccines) ; making out

Author's note : I know this isn't great but I had fun writing it ಥ⁠‿⁠ಥ ; the pics on top are not mine credits to the owners ; lots of love to my sweet @nmn-yty for helping me <3

Prompts : from the list made by @quokkareactions

54. "Get in"

"No"

"Get in"

"No"

"Now"

"Make m..."

"Trust me, love. That's a sentence you don't want to finish."

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47. "Why am I on the ground?"

Masterlist || Part 2

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You hate needles. You have always hated needles, these pointy little things made for injecting some products in your body. No, thank you. So when you checked your health booklet and saw that you need to get three vaccines done, you were not happy. Fortunately (or not), your lovely boyfriend is here to make (force) you to go to the doctor.

Right now you are in front of the car, he is trying to get you in the car but you keep refusing stubbornly. You are not going there.

"Are you serious right now ? You're like a kid ! he groans, getting frustrated.

— And ? I don't want to go ! you protest, crossing your arms indeed like a sulking child.

— But you have to ! he replies before sighing. Come on, just get in.

— No.

— Get in.

— No.

— Now.

— Make m...

— Trust me, love. That's a sentence you don't want to finish."

You raise a brow. You are in a provocative mood right now, and this definitely made you curious about what he would do. So yes, you are going to try it.

"Bet ? Make. Me. you look at him with a smug look and he isn't even surprised.

— Alright, babe." it's all he says before gently pinning you against the car, trapping you between his strong body and the door.

His eyes travel between your lips and your eyes as he inches closer to you. You're confused, but you'd never refuse a kiss to the hottest man on earth which happens to be your boyfriend. If what he plans on doing to make you regret your sentence is kissing you, you're not complaining. He gently cups your jaw, stroking your cheek with his thumb, yet he doesn't move closer to connect your lips yet. No, he stays like this, purposely making you wait. He smirks as you start pulling him towards you and finally kisses you.

It's slow at first, just to make you want more as he barely moves his lips. But as you get more and more impatient, he finally starts kissing you as you want. He gently pins you against the car, and you let out a surprised whimper. He kisses you more passionately, knowing how much he affects you. He pushes one of his thick thighs between yours as you close your eyes and grip his shoulder. Everything feels hot as he parts his lips as a request to deepen the kiss. You eagerly open your mouth, letting your tongues meet as he grabs your waist with one hand, the other one holding your wrist. It's all so good, but of course Minho is Minho and it can't last long.

You feel him pulling on your arm and tip you over his shoulder, and the next thing you know you're laying on the floor as he looks down at you with a smirk. You're not hurt though, it just made your butt a little bit sore. He carefully made sure to not just throw you down. But still. What the fuck ?

"Why am I on the ground ? you ask with a mix of confusion and annoyance. We were making out !

— I know, I was there. he replies in an almost mocking voice. I warned you. Now get in the car now."

You pout, not very happy, but choose to behave and get in. He sits next to you in the driver seat, watching you while you refuse to look at him. He chuckles at your sulking, you really are just a cute baby.

"But if you're good while we're with the doctor, maybe I'll let you kiss me as much as you want. Sounds good ? he offers as he turns on the car, making you look at him cautiously.

— Yeah... Okay. you mumble and he laughs again. Don't laugh ! I'm gonna kiss you so much you'll regret offering that. you protest, making him raise a brow.

— Sure."

You may be a little annoying sometimes, but he loves you and you'll always be his baby.

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Many bisous to @giddyfatherchris

do not repost, translate or rewrite without my written authorisation

[omgsecretsecret]

Chan x reader, hurt/comfort, self-harm

Warnings : self-harm, depressive thoughts, hiding sh, use of a razor blade, mild blood, cuts but they're taken care of, probably some more but I can't think of everything rn. The beginning is triggering asf, but I tried to make the comfort extra good. Do not read if it is bad for you, the priority is always your comfort and mental health. It's okay to not be okay and know that you are not alone. There are always people you can reach out to, including me. My dms are always open <3

Note : This drabble was written between 4 and 6am and not beta read, so it's probably very messy. And sweetheart Emmy if this isn't the kind of comfort you are looking for, please tell me. And do not force yourself to read it if the beginning is too harsh. I can make something else, or find something for you. Whatever you want 🩵

When was the last time you were clean ? You don't really know anymore. You remember that you once had stopped for a month. A whole month ! But how long ago was that ? You don't know. You don't think it even really matters now. Because it isn't now.

Your boyfriend doesn't know. You never told him, doing your best to hide it. But why would you tell him ? He would only feel guilty. Chan is an angel, and to be honest you didn't really know how he was your boyfriend. But as caring and loving as he was, the man was also incredibly selfless, at an unhealthy amount. You didn't want to worry him, didn't want to make him feel like you were cutting yourself because of him. It wasn't the case. At all. If anything, he was the reason you still smiled. But that probably wouldn't be what he'd think about if he ever found out. So you kept it a secret, carefully hiding and lying.

You had been doing it for such a long time, it wouldn't even really change anything anyway, right? You were hiding it for his sake. You have been feeling sad, empty, but he doesn't need to know that. He already has so much pressure on himself, he doesn't need someone to add another worry.

That's what you kept thinking about, what you kept telling yourself every time you couldn't take it anymore and used that damn razor blade to hurt yourself.

Today unfortunately wasn't an exception. The day had been harsh. You honestly felt like shit. Why do you always do everything wrong? What is wrong with you? Tears are burning your eyes as you push the door open. You're home, finally home. But it's not even that much of a relief. The day is over, yes, but now you are alone with your thoughts, your tears and that little piece of metal. You weakly close the door behind you, taking a single step before your legs give out. You fall on the floor, and that's when the breakdown comes.

All you can do is cry, loudly so. You shakily wrap your arms around yourself, but you don't know if it helps. The tears keep flowing as you sob, every clear thought melting in a cry of pain and of despair. Why is it always like this? You clutch your own shirt, trying to ground yourself, but it is of no use right now. It takes you several minutes to calm down, cheeks wet, nose red and puffy, breath irregular and eyes still not dry.

You could go to your bedroom and hold a pillow, make yourself cozy under the warm blanket and wait for Chan. You could cry in his arms when he gets back, pretend today is especially hard, worse than any other day, and use that to get comfort for him. You could do all of that. But it's too late. You're too overwhelmed. The ache is too strong. You need to get this out, now.

You slowly walk to the bathroom on unsteady feet, your vision too blurry to walk straight anyway. You open the door, turn on the lights, step in. It doesn't even take you 10 seconds to find it. It's right there, in your hidden spot. You look at the blade. It's so small. Your bottom lip trembles again at the sight, soon, there's going to be a little bit of red on it.

Chan's busy at the studio. You don't expect him home for a few more hours. You take of your shirt and look at yourself. The fresh cuts, the old scars, the one covered with a little bandage. You close your eyes and bring your hand to the usual place, and then you're doing it. You're adding new marks, new red little lines. It hurts, it's painful, but it feels good, relieving too. You cry a little harder. Why are you so messed up? You feel it on your skin, and it somehow makes your heart feel lighter and heavier at the same time. You sob louder, filling the seemingly absolute silence of the house. That's all you can focus on, your own cries, your own pain. There's nothing else. Just you, your raw feelings, your raw cuts. Until the door opens.

Chan's home early. Chan's home early and he just opened the bathroom door.

Why is he there? It's too early! How did he get there without you hearing? Why hasn't he made a noise before? You didn't have time to hide. Why is he there now? Why when you're at your worst? Doing the one thing you swore he'd never know about? Why would he come back earlier specifically tonight? Why hasn't he moved yet? Why isn't he saying anything?

So many questions, so many thoughts your brain is throwing at you. Part of you is screaming for you to move, do something, run away. But you can't, you're frozen.

You get some control of your mind back and start bracing yourself for the worst, for scolding, disappointment, anger, guilt, anything. And then Chan does something you weren't expecting. Chan takes one step, looks at your wet eyes for a second and wraps his arms around you. He doesn't say anything, just holding you close, shielding you from everything. Shielding you from the world outside and shielding you from yourself inside. His embrace is warm, strong, familiar, and soon enough you find yourself sobbing into his chest. The razor blade falls from your hand as you cling on him with your whole being, not caring about the little blood staining his hoodie. Neither of you could care less about it at the moment.

He just lets you cry your heart out into him, giving you all of him, his love, through his strong hold on you. He rubs your back and cradles the back of your head, silently comforting you.

"We're going to clean this up, okay ?" He says softly once you have calmed down enough, his voice somehow weaker than what you're used to.

He doesn't pull away until you nod against him, and even then, he is incredibly gentle as he makes you sit on the toilet seat, keeping your hands in his. He tenderly kisses your forehead before freeing on of his hands to reach for some cotton and disinfectant, his other one reassuringly stroking yours with his thumb. He carefully cleans all of your cuts, carefully kissing each one after he is done with them before applying some cream and a little bandage. He also whispers sweet words of encouragement and praise on between, reminding you of how strong you are, how well you're doing by letting him do that for you. He knows the disinfectant isn't nice, so he makes sure to let you know that you're being brave, fighting the tingling pain of the liquid.

When he's all finished, you watch him caress your hurt skin, slowly traveling his fingers up, giving attention to every bruise, until he's cupping your jaw and making you look at him.

"Baby.." His voice is gentle, just like his touch. "I love you. You are the kindest person I know, the strongest, the one I want to spend my life with. You deserve all the happiness in the world." He starts, looking in your eyes with all the love and the care of a man who would do anything to make his lover smile. "I'm here for you, always. I'm sorry you've been feeling so bad that you felt like you needed to do that. I wish I could have helped you before, but it's done now, and it isn't something to be ashamed of. I'm not disappointed in you for not telling me, okay ? I know how hard it is. And it should have been me figuring it out before. You did nothing wrong. I love you, baby. I love you so much it hurts sometimes. You are infinitely precious to me. I would do anything to make you happy. It's okay if you're not feeling well, it's okay if it's hard. But I want you to tell me. I will always be here. I know I'm busy, but I can always make time for you, come home earlier or take a few minutes to call you. Please my love, tell me. Tell le what's making you so sad. When you're feeling down, overwhelmed, upset, I want you to tell me. I will always take care of you. Not because I have to but because I want to."

Chan has always been good with words, he has always known just what to say to make you feel better, make you feel that you can trust him. But in this moment, you are reminded of just how perfect he is for you. You don't know when your eyes filled with tears again, but it doesn't matter when Chan's thumb is already wiping them away as he smiles at you. His beautiful brown eyes are so sincere, and you know he means everything he just said.

You stretch your arms out for him and he doesn't miss a beat to wrap you in a warm hug again. He tucks your head under his head and buries his face into your hair, letting you soak his shirt a little more. "I'm here. I love you. I know it's hard, I know it's difficult, but I'll always be here. For you, with you. I can help you, I want to. Together, we can do anything. I'm just one word away." he whispers against your scalp.

He rocks you slowly, keeping you in his comforting embrace for as long as you need. Once he's calmed you down a second time and allows himself to pull away slightly, his face immediately softens at the way you look up at him. He smiles brightly and you give him back a weaker but just as as sincere smile. You're safe with him now. The thought crosses both of your minds at the same time, though not exactly in the same way, and starting from now everything feels a little blurry for you, your brain soft like cotton and willing to let Chan take care of you.

And that's exactly what he does. He helps you into your pajamas, stealing a few quick kisses on the way ; he takes a few minutes to brush your hair as well with great delicacy, making sure to do it correctly without pulling your hair ; and then he leads you back to your shared room, making you sit on the bed before he kneels in front of you gently.

"Wanna cuddle? You look so exhausted baby." He asks in the sweetest voice, squeezing your hands in his lightly when you nod. "Alright, can you give me just one second? I forgot something in the bathroom. Try to make yourself comfortable with the pillows, blankets and stuffies, yeah?" You nod again and he smiles, quickly pecking the tip of your nose.

He looks back once as he goes back to the bathroom, eyes softening as he sees you doing exactly what he told you to. He pushes the door back open and scans the room for a second before he finds what he's looking for. He crouches down to pick it up, looking at your razor blade with a mix of so many feelings. But he doesn't want to explore them, he's just here to clean it up before you both forget about it and end up accidentally walking on the thing, which he would like to avoid. He removed the blood and cleans it more thoroughly before setting it down on the counter. You will both have to talk about this more, he knows it. But it is not a conversation for right now. Because right now, his baby needs him and is waiting for him.

When he enters the bedroom again, he finds you perfectly settled under the cover, head resting on Chan's pillow and a soft stuffie in your hands. He can't help but smile. He quickly joins you on the bed, slipping under the cover and immediately wrapping his arm around your waist.

"Is my pillow comfy? I have a better one for you if you want." He teases gently, chuckling as you immediately pick up on what he means and already start moving. It takes a little bit of adjusting, but soon enough Chan is laying on his back, a little koala on his side. Your head is resting on his chest now, and the slow rhythm of his heartbeat is somehow soothing, grounding. It's constant, soft and another little reminder that Chan is here, with you, for you.

He runs his fingers through your hair tenderly, occasionally scratching your scalp or massaging it. "We're not going to have a long talk today, okay?" He starts, immediately feeling you tense up and then relax against him. "Tonight is just about comforting you. Because you deserve it. You deserve all the comfort and the love in the world. And I want to be the one to provide you that." He stops for a minute, bringing his other hand up to stroke your cheek. "I will not ask much today, it's not the right time, we are both exhausted. But I will ask you one thing." He pauses to let his words sink in, his eyes never leaving yours. "Please, tell me when it happens. When you feel like that, please tell me. Beforehand, during it or afterwards if it's too hard. But I want to know. I want to know when it gets worse and I want to be there to help you. I don't care if you tell me about it often, I don't care how long it lasts. You are not a bother. If you are sad every day, then I want to be there for you every day." His voice is so gentle, so full of love and care. You both know it's going to be hard, but in this second, with him holding you like this, everything feels easy, everything feels possible. "Promise?" He asks in a whisper. You nod softly, bringing your hand up and holding your pinky out. He smiles before mirroring your actions, looking at you fondly. "Promise." You reply.

This isn't much and I don't know if it is what you need, nor do I know if you'll like my writing, especially since this was made in the middle of the night without beta reading, but I hope it helps 🫂🩵 you deserve the world and you are a lovely person. If there is anything else I can do, no matter what it is, please tell me 🫶

anybody want to write me some chan comfort? maybe some.. reader who self harms comfort? (totally not for me it’s for a friend) some texts? a drabble? anything? 🤲🏻 *shakes empty tin can*

[hiighlighterr]

my biggest writing secret is that im deadass obsessed with writing stories in song format,,

like, using lyrics/lines almost like subtitles and then writing minimum 500 words under each line - this helps me a lot with creating story flow and upping my word counts. but the way i love doing it is that if you took all the lyrics out, it would still mostly be a coherent story but there would just be smaaaall little parts that don't flow smoothly without that lyrical transition

i would literally write everything in this style if i wasnt so scared people would flame me for it, but at the same time do i really care what people think of how i format my stories? i write my fanfic for fun and if i enjoy writing them to song lyrics who is gonna tell me no

[ender-baggins]

People have talked about the Cas/Ruby parallels before, and it’s definitely there, but I also realized that Ruby is also a contrast to Cas.

Hey @autisticandroids you have that whole Cas/Ruby parallel thing in your good season 6 au so I thought you might have some thoughts on this perspective

Parallel, because season 4 is about Sam’s relationship with Ruby and Dean’s relationship with Cas (and of course Sam and Dean’s relationship, but that’s a constant). Dean listens to Cas, and trusts him, a non-human, and Sam listens to and trusts Ruby, also a non-human.

But it’s a contrast, because of the positions they’re in. Ruby starts off Season 4 with Sam believing she is an ally, and Cas starts off with Dean believing he’s an enemy. (Heh. Sam fucked Ruby and Dean stabbed Cas in the chest.) Oh my gods as I’m typing this I’m seeing more and more connections—Dean literally stabbed Cas in his chest in the first episode, and then Ruby metaphorically stabs Sam in the back in the last episode! Anyways, their positions over the season are opposed.

Ruby presented herself as a rebellious demon, and Cas was an angel who was loyal to the host.

Cas pulled Dean out of Hell, while Ruby led Sam toward it (getting him addicted to demon blood)

Ruby was lying to them the entire time, while Cas did not lie to the Winchesters unless he was expressly ordered to (though there were half-truths, some very vague things said, and refusals to answer, withholding information.)

Ruby is revealed at the end to be loyal to Lucifer and Lilith after all, and betrayed Sam, he was just a pawn. Cas on the other hand, was up front about Dean being a pawn in a larger game (side note, Sam and Dean were very much pawns in more than the usual metaphor, Dean was expected to get to the other side of the board and accept Micheal into him, and Sam was expected to do the same with Lucifer, like the pawn would be turned into a queen.) and in the end he throws away the rules and betrays Heaven for Dean.

Ruby pretended to love Sam, but she never did, she was just using him. She had the chance to fall in love with Sam but she never did, and because of that she chooses Hell. And Sam fulfills the role that the demons planned for him, he raises Lucifer. Cas told Dean that he was a pawn at the beginning, that he had a role to fill, and then in the end, Cas chooses Dean, because he loves Dean, utterly and completely. And Dean does not fulfill the role that Heaven planned for him, he does not stay in the room, he goes to Sam and tries to stop him.

Anyways, I haven’t seen people talking about the contrast between Ruby and Cas, and I thought it was interesting and worth bringing up. Haven’t actually watched season 4 in a few months and I’m only on my first watch-through of the show so idk how accurate some of that stuff is (like whether Cas lied to Dean or not)

For context on the state my brain was in when I had this insight, I had just read the fic “The Consequences of Falling,” by FayJay, on Ao3, which was written before the last two episodes of Season 4, aka before Ruby’s deception was revealed to the audience, and I thought “hmm I appreciate Ruby now more than I used to. I should write a fic where I take the Ruby/Cas parallel all the way and have Ruby betray Lilith at the end, and live.” And then I realized that they’re contrasting characters, diametrically opposed, rather than parallels.

[benevolentsam]

Life on Mars

Characters: Eventual Castiel/Sam Winchester, Past Ruby/Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester Rating: Teen and Up Warnings/Additional Tags: Hurt!Sam, Car Accidents, Hospitals, Coma, Sam and Mental Health, Drug Use, Toxic Relationships Summary: After being hit by a car, Sam ends up in a coma. While unconscious, Sam finds that he has to work through hims demons - his past relationships and his issues with self worth - before he can wake up. Sam has to confront things he thought were buried away. Chapter 1 2 // Also on Ao3

Sam recognised the apartment as soon as he woke up. It wasn’t his, nor was it Dean and Lisa’s. There was a dirty mattress on the floor, bottles of liquor scattered around the room, and an open bottle of pills on the table. It could have been any crack house in America, but it wasn’t.

It was Ruby’s.

He didn’t know what he was doing on the floor of his ex-girlfriend’s apartment. Maybe Dean had brought him here after the accident. Ruby knew some pretty dodgy people — she had to know a doctor who didn’t ask any questions and who wasn’t looking for health insurance. It was starting to make sense. Except Dean hated Ruby, and would probably let Sam die before seeing her again.

In all honesty, Sam would rather die than see her again.

Ruby came out of the bathroom, her make-up smudged and her clothes covered in blood. There was a feral grin on her face.

“Ruby, what am I doing here?” Sam questioned.

“Has someone had a little too much to drink again? I told you to lay off the Jack last night, babe,” Ruby replied smugly. She came over the Sam and planted a kiss on his cheek. “I’ve missed you, Sam. You need to lose your control freak of a brother, and move back in with me.”

“Did you- did you kidnap me from the hospital?” Sam asked. She must of done. It had to be some kind of misery situation. There was no other explanation as to why Sam would go running back to her.

“What hospital? What are you on about?” Ruby sat down on the floor beside him, narrowly dodging the needles on the floor. “Sam, you came back to me because you love me, remember?”

Sam couldn’t remember. It did sound like something he’d do though. Of all the people in his life, Ruby was the only one who was there for him no matter what. The last conversation he’d had with Dean replayed itself in his head. Cas and Dean didn’t want to be friends with him. They were looking for excuses to not have to hang out with him. Of course he went back to Ruby.

“Dean doesn’t-”

“Dean doesn’t love you, I know. You explained this to me when you came knocking on my door.” Ruby completed his sentence with a smile, blood-red lips curling. “Sammy, it’s only a matter of time before you stop running away to me, and just live with me again.”

“But Cas-”

“Cas can afford to pay your half of the rent. Hell, he might actually find a roommate he wants to spend time with.” The words dripped from her lips like poison, each drop of venom burning Sam a little more. He could still feel the pain of the car crash. Even if Ruby didn’t know what had happened, she had to see the pain on him.

She liked that though — she liked seeing Sam in pain.

“Face it, Sam, I’m the only one who’s ever really cared about you. I’m the only one who ever will.”

She was right. Sam hated to admit it, but she was right. Every argument with Dean, every tear he’d shed – Ruby was the one that had been there to mop it up. Maybe she liked his pain, but maybe she just liked to nurse him better. He let her kiss him again, and again, and again, until his face was a mosaic of ruby-red lipstick. Until he was marked as hers. He was hers, and he’d always be hers, as long as she made him feel loved.

“Listen, babe, I gotta go out. I’m meeting Lucifer about a shipment order. I’ll be back before dinner,” Ruby told him. She stood up and looked around the apartment before turning back to him. “Just don’t do anything stupid. Wouldn’t want you to hurt that pretty little vessel of yours. Oh, and don’t call your brother, we both know he doesn’t want to talk to you.” And with that, she was out of the door, leaving Sam alone in a filthy apartment with nothing but drugs and alcohol around him.

The air in the apartment was stifling. Sam didn’t know if it was the mould growing on the walls or the fact that Ruby liked to hotbox the room every now and then. Back at Cas’ apartment, where he’d been living since he last broke up with Ruby, everything was clean. Sam liked clean; he liked the strong smell of chemicals that came with cleaning, and the sense of doing something good and healthy. Cas just liked things to be neat. It was one of the reasons Sam liked living with him so much.

And of course, because he could sleep in the room next door to his crush.

That didn’t matter anymore. He’d pick a day when Cas was working and sneak back to collect all his things. It was better than inconveniencing Cas with his presence anyway.

He set about cleaning up Ruby’s place. It didn’t need to be too clean — I’m meeting Lucifer for a shipment order was code for I’m buying a shit tonne of cocaine and that meant there’d be people over that night. People like Ruby, users and addicts who wouldn’t care that the walls are stained green with damp. The only reason Sam had for cleaning the apartment was for his own peace of mind, and to stop him from thinking about Cas or Dean… or something much much worse.

He fought through the pain and sat up. He had a long day.

Ruby, true to her word, was back before dinner. In fact, she entered with a bag of take out in her hands. Sam hated take out food, hated the grease sitting in his stomach, but he was in no frame of mind to argue with her about something so stupid. At least she’d bothered to go out and find him food. She had a huge smile on her face as she set the paper bag down on the floor beside the door. She locked it behind her, trapping the two of them in the apartment together.

“Sam, babe, guess who scored some meth!” Ruby lilted. Sam’s eyes widened. Of all the crazy stupid things Ruby had done, she’d not used meth; at least, not around him. Sam had heard the horror stories – hell, he’d seen some of the people that took it. But Ruby had a packet of pale pink powder in her hand, and that meant that she was going to at least try it.

“You’re not- you’re not really gonna take that, are you?” Sam asked timidly. Ruby laughed and tossed the packet towards Sam.

“Of course I am. Lucifer’s coming over later and we need to show him how well his batch works,” she grinned. She took off her jacket and threw it on the ground next to the the take out. “Do you want some, Sam? I got Chinese.” Sam shook his head. The drugs had thrown him off; just thinking about them was making him feel sick. Ruby mumbled something to herself and picked up a carton of food, practically wolfing it down.

Sam waited patiently for her to finish eating before he brought up the meth again.

“Look, Ruby, I don’t think you should do this,” Sam started.

“You? No, Sam, we’re doing this together,” Ruby replied. Before Sam could respond, Ruby had taken the bag out of his hand and was opening it up. She lined it up on the floor, and Sam was momentarily fixated on the thought that it wasn’t clean, that the floor was dirty. But that was the least of their problems. He watched Ruby roll up a one dollar bill from her pocket and use it to snort the meth. She pulled her head back up and gave Sam a gruesome grin. Blood was dripping from her nose.

“Your turn, Sam,” she said. Sam tried to protest, he did, but Ruby forcefully handed him the dollar bill. “You need to do it, Sam. Prove you love me. Prove to me that you’re thankful that I love you. I’m giving you good quality shit here, Sam, for free. I want to see you snort it. Prove that you love me.”

Dying from a drug overdose couldn’t be any worse than living knowing Dean hated him.

Sam leant over and snorted like his life depended on it.

It took a few minutes, but Sam felt his heart speed up. It was like a jackhammer in his chest, beating louder and louder, like it was in the room with them. Suddenly, everything felt so good. He stopped thinking about his brother, his dumbass roommate. He stopped thinking about how much he hated himself. Only the beautiful woman in front of him and the elation of the drug pumping through his system filled his mind now.

His heart wouldn’t stop though. It became too much pretty quickly. Pain started in his arm and moved to his back, and then his chest. Fuck, fuck!He might have been dying. He fell back to the floor and let his body stop working. This was what he’d signed up for.

The door to the apartment blew off its hinges. Somehow, Dean and Cas had found him and they were stood in the doorway where the door should have been. They were saying something, something Sam couldn’t hear. And then, like sun breaking through clouds, he could hear them clear as day.

“Sam, you’re in a coma.”

“You need to fight, Sam. You’re dying, man. You need to fight whatever’s going on in that brain of yours,” Dean begged. He seemed close to tears, and the last time Sam had seen Dean cry was when Ben was born. The time before that, was when Sam had graduated college. His brother didn’t cry often, but he was so close to crying as he stared at Sam dying on the floor. Cas stepped in for him.

“Sam, I know things seem bad but they’ll be worse without you here,” he said. “You need to get out of the coma, but first, you need to survive whatever’s going on right now.”

With Dean and Cas there, Sam managed to get his breathing under control. If they were right, if Sam really was in a coma, then he could control his dreams. He closed his eyes and concentrated, imagining a safer time when him and Dean were kids. He felt his heartbeat slow down, falling into its regular pattern.

What the hell was he thinking, taking what Ruby had offered him? He’d been down this path before, and he knew where it led. Ruby wasn’t right for him. He looked back up to Dean and Cas, who were stood over him, offering dry smiles.

He didn’t need Ruby and her drugs to make him feel better. Not anymore.

When he opened his eyes again, he couldn’t recognise where he was.

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1. What part of the writing process is the most enjoyable? Finishing it? XD nah I was just kidding, think I enjoy every part of it except the parts whenever I get writer's block, ugh. 7. What do you love most about being a fic writer for your fandom? I feel like I somehow "contribute" for some contents for my fandom, especially for those who love supernatural au! Also, talking about my supernatural au, I love making up powers for each and every single one of my characters there, and figuring out what could possibly suit them! 11. Who is your favorite character(s) to write about and why? Steno (Marc-Andre ter Stegen and Bernd Leno). I love enemies to lovers trope and they're basically the prime example of it, also their dynamic in which they can fight literally seconds before comforting each other is really interesting! 14. Share a snippet.

"Come in, come in," Granit urges.

Granit is by far not the biggest guy in the team, nor does he speak the loudest, but there's something in him that has everyone following his every word, and Sambi is no exception. Either way, he's glad that someone is taking charge here, instead of letting the rest of them, the kids especially, simply run around wildly and risk themselves getting hurt instead.

They all hurry into one of the safe rooms built in Colney's basement, and Granit shuts the door. Almost immediately, a strange whirring sound is heard, and a rune symbol glows on the door, sealing it and protecting them inside. Sambi knows that the magic is built into the door and doesn't come from Granit himself, but it's still impressive to see anyway.

Taking a deep breath, the Swiss midfielder turns around and looks at his teammates, all sporting the same terrified expressions on their faces, which is understandable considering what they just experienced earlier. "Are you guys okay??" he asks, concern echoing in his voice.

Emile is the one who answers. "We are alright," he says, gesturing at himself and the others. "Some mild injuries but nothing too bad, I presume."

Thanks for asking! :) the happy writer ask game - ask away!

[lebensmoode]

Jadi kan we...

Gak sengaja banget semalem tuh sebelum magrib aing sudah mengantuk. Me ngan tuk. Sesuatu yg amat sangat langka terjadi seperti halnya hujan es kristal mengguyur negeri ini (eh apa udah sering ya?). Jadi gue biarin aja, sengaja. Agar supaya gue bisa tidur cepet malamnya. Dan voila, jam sembilanan aing sudah rebahan dan ketiduran...

...trus kebangun jam 4 teng. Jam! 4! Teng!

Yak, sepertinya semesta turut mendukung hamba untuk melakukan challenge yg kemaren udah diniatin dan ditulis di sini, which is ✨seminggu bersama daily routine-nya Pakde Murakami✨

So let me bullet My Day here ::::

-> 04:00 bangun, beberes dikit + nyapu + skinkeran + bikin teh manis hanget

-> 04:30 ngegambar untuk pesanan si adek sambil sarapan roti

-> 09:30 ngantuk guys, bubu dulu setelah 4 jam pacaran sama leptop

-> 11:30 siapin makan siang, makan sambil nonton acara Day6, trus ngopi sambil fan-girling, beberes

-> 14:30 exercise pake video cardio dance di yt, ngelipet cucian yg kering

-> 16:30 mandik guys, daki udah meleleh

-> 17:30 gambar manual buat kadoin si doi

-> 19:30 siapin makan malam, makan sambi ngerunning man

-> 21:00 cumugogi a.k.a cuci muka gosok gigi + skinker malam

-> 21:25 here i am, writing all of this, planning to sleep at least at 10 pm teng!

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Kesimpulannya, memang aing gabisa samain persis kayak jadwal pakde sih. But really, waking up at 4 is so much fresh. Kalo beliau mah kerja (nulis) sampe 4-6 jam, gue ganti dengan keperluan gue di sini ya. Trus bubu siang beeeuh kenikmatan hqq yg telah lama terenggut. And in the afternoon, i exercised meski bukan lari 10km hahahaha masih aja becanda si pakde hahahaha 😭 jadi gue ganti dengan workout versi menyenangkan ala gue. Sorenya, aing gak minum teh dan baca buku seperti beliau. Again, gue ganti dengan kepentingan gue dulu. But music was still on the air. Don't worry. Makan malam tepat waktu, tidurnya nih yg cuma agak ngaret.

So far soooo gewd. Baru ini gue merasa daylight itu panjang yaaa selama ini malam doang yg rasanya kaya satu dekade. Semoga besok bisa lebih rapi lagi jadwalnya.

It's almost the sleeping time. I don't know whether i can count today as the first day. Since it was only about 20%(?) I did what Pakde's does in his daily things. Let's see tomorrow.

Yorobun, jumuseyo 😚

[katahanoi]

-DAY 29: My Goals for the Future-

Short-Term Goals

Tujuan jangka pendekku tentu saja bisa menempuh semester 3 dalam dunia perkuliahanku dengan lancar dan mendapat hasil yang memuaskan pula. Aku harap IPK-ku bisa meningkat, namun melihat usahaku yang belum maksimal aku nggak akan berharap banyak. Tapii aku harus berusaha sebisaku juga kan? :”)

Bisa lulus kuliah sebelum tahun ke-4 berakhir juga merupakan tujuanku. Aku berharap tidak mengalami hambatan apapun dalam menempuh pendidikanku di jenjang tertinggi ini.

Long-Term Goals

Cita-cita termasuk impian jangka panjang kan? Aku selalu ingin bekerja di sebuah kantor penerbitan buku. Entah jadi translator, copy-editor, atau editornya sekalian deh wkwk. Itu sudah menjadi impianku semenjak aku berada di bangku SMP. Dan well, alhamdulillah sejauh ini semua masih dalam outline yang kubuat: SMA jurusan IPS/Bahasa - kuliah jurusan kebahasaan (jurusanku saat ini ialah Bahasa Inggris). Semoga saja aku diberi kemudahan untuk mewujudkan cita-citaku. Aamiin.

Mungkin ada yang bertanya-tanya kenapa aku lebih memilih untuk bekerja sebagai editor atau translator. Untuk saat ini, jawabanku ialah: karena aku suka buku dan aku ingin menjadi bagian dalam proses penerbitan sebuah buku. Mungkin kedepannya aku akan beralasan seperti ini: karena pekerjaannya fleksibel dan dapat dibawa kemana-mana. Bisa kubawa pulang dan bisa kusambi mengerjakan pekerjaan rumah atau mengawasi anak-anak. Btw, "sambi" itu Bahasa Indonesia atau Bahasa Jawa ya? Wkwk.

Dari dulu aku juga pengen banget punya perpustakaan atau taman baca untuk anak-anak di sekitar tempat tinggal. Mungkin, suatu saat aku juga akan membuka les-lesan di rumah untuk anak-anak—terutama bagi yang kurang mampu—agar ilmu yang kudapat masih bisa terasah dengan baik. Kalau bisa sih yang non-profit, karena aku tidak mau mengambil keuntungan dari anak-anak.

Sebetulnya impianku untuk membuka perpustakaan itu pernah terwujud sekali saat aku masih kelas 3 atau 4 SD. Gara-garanya aku membaca majalah Bobo dan disitu ada rubrik tentang tips membuka perpustakaan sendiri di rumah. Segera saja aku dan teman-temanku membuatnya di garasi rumahku, lalu kami rutinkan setiap hari Minggu pukul 9 pagi. Gabut banget kan? Wkwkwk.

Yah, walaupun kecil dan isinya hanya majalah, buku koleksi upin-ipin dan Disney Princess yang kubeli dari bapak penjual mainan di depan SD, tapi ada juga kok yang datang dan membaca. Hihihi. Untungnya sih, kedua orang tuaku tidak pernah marah dan malah senang karena teman-temanku datang berkunjung untuk membaca. Malah sempat dibuatkan minuman juga wkwkwk. Hal itulah yang mendorongku untuk mewujudkannya sekali lagi.

Mungkin untuk saat ini, itu dulu sih impian jangka pendek dan panjangku. Kalau ada lagi, akan kutambah di postingan selanjutnya. Sampai bertemu di postingan terakhir 30 day writing challenge~

-H-

Tuesday, 13 October 2020

10:13 WIB

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Wife

Pairing : Han Jisung x gn!reader ; established relationship

Genre : fluff, a tiny little bit of angst I guess? reader is just a bit anxious

Word count : about 1,750 (I never thought I would write that much)

Warnings : probably nothing lol. Talking about marriage if that's a warning? I didn't make it about a specific religion because marriage doesn't always have to be religious and I wanted to include as many people as possible. Plus I don't know a single thing about marriage.

Author's note : this was supposed to be out for Valentine's day but I'm 2 days late (⁠^⁠～⁠^⁠;⁠)⁠ゞ ; thanks to a lovely friend of mine for helping me proofreading it ; I know the title is "Wife" but I promise it's really gn reader ; the pics on top are not mine, credits to the owners

Taglist : @giddyfatherchris & @0omillo0 <3

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You had been thinking about it for a while. Jisung and you have been dating for a few years now, you even moved in together. He is always the perfect boyfriend, taking care of you when you are happy and when you are not, making you laugh and comforting you. You did have a few arguments, but never anything big enough to threaten your relationship. He is always mature enough to stop before it gets too big. He always makes time for you, and the way he looks at you with all the fondness in the world is just another proof of his feelings for you. And in return, you love him just as much. You hold him when he's down, cook and and help him shower when he's too tired, attack his cheeks with kisses to cheer him up, and always give in to his pouty lips and boba eyes when he asks for 'just a tiny peck' and he ends up pulling you in for a few more 'or he will die'.

He likes to hold your hand pretty much all the time, but he gives you more space when he knows you need it. When he cooks, he always makes a little heart with some items on your plate. It can be with sauce, rice, vegetables, a scrambled egg, anything. It's silly, it can be on the whole dish or just a tiny one in the corner, but it's adorable. He knows your favorite drink, and is always proud to order it for you when you go out. He notices when you run out of something, and always makes a quick run to the nearest store to make a little stock. He sometimes sings you to sleep, and it is your favorite thing ever.

It's the little things that make your relationship so great, and you hope it's the same little things, with maybe some more added, that will keep you happy in your marriage. Because that is what you have been planning. You want to spend the rest of your life with him, and what better way than this to make it official. You know everybody doesn't have to get married, but you want to.

Planning your proposal took a little bit of thinking. You wanted to make something special, of course, but nothing too grand. You know Jisung would be uncomfortable with anything too big. You need a cozy place, at a moment when you are both relaxed (or at least he is), something sweet and personal. That is how you got the idea of a home date.

Jisung and you have started watching an anime together a few days ago because he insisted that you would like it. And so, this would be the evening when you would propose to him.

You have prepared everything. Today is your boyfriend's day off. You're pretty sure he noticed that you are more stressed than usual, and it's probably why he keeps being so so gentle with you, but you don't let that disturb you more. You appreciate his care more than anything, really, but you're too busy making sure everything is perfect to try to reassure him.

You get all of the snacks ready, set all the pillows and blankets perfectly on the sofa and check at least three times that all of the other details are exactly like you want them. You can then finally change into comfortable clothes like every time you organize a home date like this one, except this time you pay more attention to your appearance, taking more time to get ready in more depth to make yourself pretty for the special night.

When you come out, you can't help but feel a wave of affection at the sight of your boyfriend in his oversized warm hoodie and soft pair of sweats waiting for you. He looks a little tense too, probably because of how you have been stressed, and you'll have to help him relax. He's already sitting in the middle of all of the pillows. He immediately perks up at the sound of you entering the room and looks at you, a heart-shaped smile blooming on his face. He pulls up the cover so you can sit next to him and cuddle and he just looks so cute all excited but still slightly concerned about your nervous state.

You give him a soft, genuine smile before making yourself comfortable on the couch with him. You know you have to relax, at least so he can enjoy the show without worrying about you. So you give him a small peck in the lips, rest your head on his shoulder and start the episode.

Unfortunately, your resolution of being relaxed is soon forgotten as you think about what you are going to do tonight. What if he says no ? While preparing everything for today, you were more focused on choosing the right ring, right moment and place, and it's only now that your mind really drifts off to all of the failing possibilities. You're not focused on the anime anymore and it must be obvious because Jisung speaks up at the end of the episode.

"Jagi ? Are you okay ? You weren't even watching. he says in a slightly concerned tone, lips forming a small pout.

— I'm good, baby, sorry about that." you quickly reassure him. "I was just distracted. I'm thirsty right now, do you want something to drink too ?"

He simply nods, big doe eyes following you as you get up and go to the kitchen. Once there, you take a minute to compose yourself. You have to do it now. If you don't do it now, you won't do it tonight, and you don't know when you'll do it. You grab two glasses for your boyfriend and yourself, pour the drinks and take them in one hand. With your other hand, you carefully take the little box that you had hidden earlier and slip it in your pocket. This is definitely not as romantic as what you had planned. You have been anxious all night and you don't even know if Jisung enjoyed it that much. Maybe a regular date out in a restaurant would have been better ?

You shake your head. You would have been just as anxious in a restaurant anyway, except it would have been in public. Now is okay. You take a deep breath and go back to the living room where your boyfriend is waiting for you. You set the drinks down on the table next to your snacks and Jisung is quick to pull the soft blanket up again so you can sit next to him. But this time you don't.

"Before we continue our date there is something I want to tell you. Or ask you." great, first sentence and you already sound stupid. But Jisung doesn't seem to think the same way because he takes your hand as a silent encouragement. "I... I have been thinking about it for a while now. You make me happy, so so happy. Every day when I wake up, you're there with me. You are kind, you are funny, you are gentle, you are strong, you are cute, you are smart, you are creative, you are very too, and there is still so much more. Every moment I spend with you is full of happiness and I want it to last forever." now this is smoother.

You clumsily get on one knee in front of your boyfriend, shaky hands gripping the small box firmly. "So, Han Jisung, will you marry me ?" you see his eyes fill with tears and you hope they are happy tears. "Will you stay with me and be my wife ?"

Silence.

Will he be your wife ? You are so stupid.

"M-my husband ! My husband ! Will you be my husband ! Oh my gosh..." you cover your face with your hands, mortified. How could you make such a dumb mistake when you are fucking proposing to your boyfriend ? The silence is deafening until a laugh which you love is heard. Warm hands grab your wrists and pull them away from your face.

"Baby, it's okay ! If anything it makes it even better." he says while laughing. "I never thought this would happen tonight, but I couldn't be happier." his eyes get watery again. "You are the love of my life, jagi, I want to marry you."

You smile brightly, squeezing him in your arms as tightly as you can. You kiss him with all the love you have for him, your tears of joy mixing with his, before you gasp and pull away. You quickly get back in your previous position and grab your little box again, looking up at your boyfriend– no, your fiancé. You slide the ring on his finger and he entwines your hands.

"So.. what color do you think my dress should be at the wedding ?" he chuckles as he pulls you closer. "I have to look pretty when I officially become you wife !" he teases.

— It was a mistake ! you whine as you hide your face in his shoulder.

— You're so cute. I know you like when I wear a skirt, maybe I should do it more often...

— Stop it !" you cover his mouth with your hand, embarrassed. "... Though I wouldn't hate it." you mumble. He is indeed very pretty in a skirt.

He chuckles again and gently removes your hand from his face. His eyes are still a little moist from his tears of earlier, but you know they were good ones.

"Noted." he says softly, looking at you with a fond gaze. "Is that why you were so nervous earlier ?" he asks and you nod. "Okay. I was a little worried. But it was worth it, I'm your fiancé now !" he grins.

You both stay there for a little while, trying to process that you are engaged now, that he isn't just your boyfriend anymore. You still have lots of time to plan a wedding, so neither of you think about it. You just cuddle peacefully and eventually watch the episode again so you can actually follow the story. It's impressive how quickly you went back to usual. You're cuddling just like you normally do, and from the outside it probably looks like nothing is different, but you know that something between you changed, in a good way. You have the promise of a forever, and you can't wait to call him your husband.

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[laetro]

Samby Sayward: Comic Art that Celebrates Strength

Samby Sayward, the artist who manages to contain ‘boundless’ ideas on paper, battled her way through the hurdles of perfectionism and procrastination to reach greater heights and thrives for more! Her works are living proof of majestic works. The quirky and ambitious soul has worked on various projects and gained popularity with her ongoing comic series “Daughters of Grimm”.

Samby Sayward or more commonly known as Boundless Bard creates comics focused on female empowerment. She is a dogged person when it comes to working and does not fallibility as a reason to stop and suggests the future artists have a similar attitude towards their work. Sayward hopes her work inspires people from all backgrounds to be proud of who they are and to strive to make their wildest dreams come true.

ORDER CUSTOM ILLUSTRATION FROM SAMBY

Q. What was your childhood like and what made you, you?

Samby: I was such a quirky, scattered child! Constantly curious. Constantly jumping to the next “shiny” thing. I’m extremely lucky to have parents that tried to facilitate my exploration, while also teaching me to focus and direct my energy.

My mom is a pretty curious person herself, so she’d take my sister and me on themed library runs. Sometimes we’d do crafts like building a radio in a shoebox. We had to wrap the wires around the sink faucet to catch a signal, though it was still pretty garbled. My dad always tried to facilitate any interests with tools and instructors. When I latched on to comics, he took me to the bookstore and offered me any book I wanted. And when I wanted to go to college to make comics in Japan, he said, “OK!”

I never moved to Japan, but it just goes to show how incredibly supportive my family is. I changed my dream career multiple times a year for most of my childhood, and as long as I had a game plan for it, my parents cheered me on. And with all these different experiences to go off of, I think comics ended up the perfect industry for me. I don’t have to change careers every time I’ve got a new interest. I just explore it through my characters!

Q. Tell us something about yourself. About your journey of being an Artist.

Samby: I’ve been drawing as long as I can remember, with pretty much anything I could get my hands on. It started on scrap paper with crayons and markers. When my family saw my enthusiasm, I got sketchbooks and paint sets and colored pencils, anything “artsy” they could think of on every gift-giving holiday.

When in class, I drew my notes in the margins. When out to eat, I drew on napkins. When I entered the general workforce, I spent the minutes between shifts scribbling on receipt paper or paper plates in the breakroom. What’s more, my mind has always been my cinema. In grade school, I would spend months crafting serial stories in my dreams, watching the next part unfold each night as I drifted to sleep. And now I have the pleasure of crafting those stories during the day and sharing the finished products with the world. I’ve had a variety of aspirations throughout my life, but I think I was always meant to make comics. Now, I honestly can’t imagine doing anything else.

Q. What or who is your inspiration?

Samby: There are a lot of people, stories, experiences, art, and philosophies that have inspired me over the years. But if I had to bring it down to my top two inspirations, I’d say the combination of seeing people live and create authentically, and hearing that people reading my comics feel inspired to be themselves.

As much as I’ve had supportive influences in my life, I’ve also had people tell me I’m too much, or that my ideas are stupid, impossible, or too idealistic. I’ve even had people judge me to the point that I felt I needed to hide an integral part of who I am.

So seeing other people share their stories, inspires me to keep sharing mine. And when others accept my truth and resonate with it, it keeps that cycle of inspiration going — both to them and back to me.

Q. What inspired you to make comics on Badass Woman?

Samby: Honestly, a lifetime of stereotyped representation. With a few exceptions, I often had trouble getting into media that was marketed to girls and women. It always felt like a caricature that I couldn’t even relate to. When I turned to men and boys’ entertainment, I got stories that were more my speed, but the female characters were still parodies from a male perspective, or a fantasy “ideal”.

When I was younger, I thought that was just the way things were. I even took my action-packed story ideas and changed the protagonists to guys, since that’s all I saw in the stories I liked. But college did a lot to help me spread my creative wings, and around the time I started seriously pursuing comics as a career, I thought, “Screw it. I’m going to make the stories I want to see. With BADASS WOMEN.”

I think a lot of other women had the same epiphany because soon after, I was finding all sorts of movies, shows, and comics with badass female protagonists I could get behind. It’s awesome to see the plethora of stories and experiences that have been represented since. The media’s really heading in a cool direction now.

Q. Is there any specific reason why you make Badass woman comics?

Samby: It started out just as self-indulgence. I wanted to see myself in stories and genres that, historically, I had not. And I wanted to flip the script. To call out the tropes that belittled and objectified women.

I think my motivations have grown from that though. Seeing so many people relate to my work, and their excitement at feeling represented adds fuel to my creative fire. There’s a real need for diverse representation without stereotypes. And though my main focus is badass women, I really hope that over time I can give everyone that joy of seeing themselves in a story they love.

“When I was younger, I thought that was just the way things were. I even took my action-packed story ideas and changed the protagonists to guys, since that’s all I saw in the stories I liked. But college did a lot to help me spread my creative wings, and around the time I started seriously pursuing comics as a career, I thought, “Screw it. I’m going to make the stories I want to see. With BADASS WOMEN.”

Q. What’s your comic “Daughters of Grimm” about?

Samby: “Daughters of Grimm” is a coming of age story about five young women aiming to be heroes in a world that thinks them better as damsels. Set a few generations after the original Grimm fairy tales, each Daughter follows in the footsteps of a hero they idolize until a “Grimm” vision weaves their narratives together for a larger quest.

There are action and intrigue, swords and sorcery, and a cute goat to balance all the badassery. And if women breaking the mould to fight monsters, rule kingdoms, and become heroes intrigues you, you can read the full story to date for free on Webtoon! The introduction is wrapped up and I’ll be launching the first story arc in the spring.

Q. Are there any real-life experiences in your life where you considered yourself badass?

Samby: It’s funny, I don’t think I’ve thought about it before. But I think the times I’ve felt most badass are the big milestones of my career — printing my first comic, tabling my first convention, participating in my first panel, and receiving fan art for my comic series. Each achievement just reinforces the fact that I’m doing it. I’m really a comic pro!

Q. Do you always work on your personal projects or do you take clients’ work as well? If yes, what is it like to work with a client and how much freedom do you have in such projects?

Samby: When it comes to comic projects, I tend to stick to my personal work. But I have done some illustration work and variant covers for other comic creators. Honestly, those projects have been a blast! All my clients have given a lot of creative reigns, just giving some character references and a concept to work off of. And as fellow creators with similar goals, we often end up vibing and helping each other out with cross-promotion afterwards.

I’ll add though, I’m absolutely open to doing comic page work for the right project! I’m pretty hyped about a project pitch I got the other day from a client. It’s all the genres I’ve wanted to do and haven’t gotten to yet. We’ll just have to see if our schedules line up when the script is done.

Q. What’s the strongest female protagonist you have ever created in your comics and what’s the inspiration behind it?

Samby: So far, I think the strongest protagonist I’ve created is Emil from “Daughters of Grimm”. Not only can she take down a sea dragon solo, but also, she’s managed the task of posing as her brother for years! I think it takes a lot of internal strength to hide such a large part of yourself for so long.

Her character and struggle are largely inspired by my own experiences, both with gender roles and with the broader sense of trying to be myself while fitting in with others’ expectations.

Q. What are the projects you are currently working on or looking forward to work?

Samby: I’m currently writing the first main story arc of my fairytale series, Daughters of Grimm! Until now, the series has been made up of little short stories that introduce the world and characters. So it’s really exciting seeing all the characters and plots coming together. I can’t wait to finish it up and share it!

I’m also working on a YouTube channel and book to share some of the story planning and production techniques I’ve picked up over the years. Though I’ll be honest, I’m not sure when it’ll be ready. It’s a passion project I’m building between comic and commission work. But I’m definitely hoping the YouTube channel will be online soon(ish)!

Q. What is one tip or advice would you give to upcoming comic artists?

Samby: My advice is two-fold:

Don’t be afraid to get started, but also don’t be afraid to ‘finish’.

I think beginning artists get told that first bit a lot. “Make something! Just do it! You’ll figure things out along the way.” But in my experience, starting is much easier than finishing. And it’s finishing a project that really levels up your skills and lets you learn something.

My art leveled up more in my time outside of college than in it because in college I got so focused on perfection that I never finished anything. I never learned how to get that polished product.

[temari-i-i]

@samby-chan oh my god thank you so much *cries* maybe I can really do this…. *stares at the rubric* okay i got this. i can write this without dying 

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Conflict Resolution Approaches: Honesty is the best global Practices - Chief Uzor

The Special Adviser to  Governor Ifeanyi Okowa on Peace Building and Conflict Resolutions, Chief Edwin Uzor  has said that the best global approaches to conflict Resolutions is the act of truthfulness, and fear of God while resolving  crises in the Society at a given point or time. Chief Edwin Uzor disclosed this to our reporter at the weekend in his office at Asaba, Delta State Capital while fielding questions from some group of Journalists on his achievements so far  since his appointment in the office, inception of Governor Okowa's administration. He Commended Governor Ifeanyi Okowa on his fatherly advice, efforts and massive support given to the office towards the maintenance of sustainable peace and security in the State which he said is in line with the Governor's stronger Delta agenda on promotion of viable Socio-economic growth and development in the state. Chief Edwin Uzor, the immediate past Chairman of Peoples Democratic Party (PDP), Delta State chapter is indeed a peace- builder,  conflict manager, an administrator per excellence and political scientist both in Profession and experience, yet his trust and confidence in God as well as his  truthful dispositions towards resolving Community crises is unwavering using global best practices. In his words: "Governor Okowa wants peace and Security in all Communities of the state. He believed that without peace development will not thrive so he is determined to make Delta peaceful just like what you are witnessing today in every part of the state". "Administration is number one in all Profession. Am very conversant with Community Leadership as a one time Community president in my town for a great number of years. At times Conflict will erupt in Communities. One group will write the Government for help. But they will tell the Government to provide for transportation and other logistics before they will come for settlement. And we usually do it because we need peace. This is because without peace there will be no development". The Governor's aide stated that conflicts resolution, management is a job that must be done with passion, adding that with the help of God some major Community crises witnessed in the state were resolved amicable which included amongst others: Aladja/ Ogbe-Ijor crisis, where persons were killed and  over sixty (60) houses were burnt,   which bothers on land disputes, Emu /Ebedei Crises in Ndokwa West, where persons were killed which bothers on the killing of Police officer, where persons were killed and  over sixty (60) houses burn other is in riverine Communities, the crises in Utchi/ Oboma and Obocha which strangers cannot pass which bothers on Sambis forest, now opened and the conflicts resolved and the people are now living in peace with one another in their various Communities. Chief Uzor while urging individuals and groups  in the state to remain peaceful  then suggested some of the ways of mitigating conflicts in the  Society, Communities, States, Nigeria and globally. According to him, as a matter of urgency the under listed approaches should be embraced towards conflicts Resolution:  Cultivating the fear of God, Practice of equality before God and the law, protection of fundamental human rights, obedience to procedural agreements, MOUs, avoidance of unusual quest for power, avoidance of minority domination, learning how to accommodate one another, live and let live method, leadership by example and tolerance. Meanwhile, Chief Uzor has warned he will not tolerate acts by any cabal to frustrate local elections or hijack the mandate of the people and stressed the need for Deltans to appreciate the efforts invested by the Okowa led administration in ensuring that peace prevailed in the state and appealed to all the aggrieved parties across the state to cease, especially the people of Afisere Community who had been at war with the state government over alleged marginalization for peaceful resolution. Read the full article

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Sunagakure Village. (Discord chat)

So for everyone that would like to have a hob for chatting about Suna, its people and of course the sand siblings please join me at Sunagakure Village a Discord chatroom I have set up. 

We won't expect anyone to use mic or cams so please don't worry we are the main text chat only at this time!

We have 3 rooms so far. 

Main office: where we all can share thoughts, ask questions and fan over our favourite characters ( not restricted to just suna people if you wish to talk about the anime/manga Naruto that is welcome too.

Art Box: Art box is for us artists of all types be it drawings or writings (including Rpers as its skill to do that too!). you can share your arts there. we will allow 18+ content BUT only by a link which must have a " [NSFW] " tag in the link to break it so anyone wishing to see must take the link and remove the NSFW tag before hand. We will be ok with any art so off topic drawings can be shown Also requests for help like links or image help is ok too.

Off topic: as the name suggests this will be for any off topic chatting by that anything not to do with Sunagakure or Naruto. just try to keep the chat polite.

I Samby are the Admin of this chat so if you need anything or have any questions please just ask! this will be a friendly chat so if you have a problem with someone please don’t bully/ be rude to them. if something happens and some is unpleasant to other members I will take action and give a warning. ignoring this warning will result in being blocked from the chat.

Please follow the link below to get to the chat. 

https://discord.gg/2C86nVD

Do share this to help fill the chat with others! 

[doodlingleluke]

so the lovely @samby-chan tagged me in this naruto challenge thing and I figured I might as well do it because this is kind of? sorta? a naruto blog?

Name your Favourite Female Character(s):  temari + the konoha girls basically Male Character(s): gee I wonder who that might be... Team: sand fam Sensei: Kakashi and Iruka..I like the concept of kurenai but they never really gave us more than that. Hokage: I liked tsunade tbh. Kage: the mizukage lady who can literally spit lava and acid. Village: sand fam’s sand clan Akatsuki: konan and kisame (plus kakuzu and hidan I guess but I like the more as a team than as individual characters) Jutsu:  everything konan does basically Episode/Chapters: the very start of the whole gaara gets kidnapped arc if only because those are the only chapters of the manga I actually own.  Fight Scene: the hidan & kakuzu fight + all the sasuke retrieval arc fights. Fanfiction: that one author on fanfiction.net who wrote really good kank fics...the one I remember the most was about rasa having sent kank on secret s-ranked missions because he refused to assassinate gaara... I still think about it from time to time.  Story Arc: the chunin exam and sasuke retrieval arc will always be classic, tho I do remember really liking the pain’s assault arc because it felt like the first big victory in naruto’s story arc.  Filler: I’ve only seen the fillers where the sand sibs appear + the one where they dedicated an entire episode to making fun of gai’s small dick. OTP (explain why): I feel like I give the wrong impression here but I’m honestly not really a shipper. like I guess I could call shikatema my otp if only because they’re the couple I’m the most ok with.  NOTP (be nice):  the only ones I can think of is the kind of shit that pretty much no one wants to see (oronaru and such....) Crackship(s): gaara x funk BROTP: after the last anime episodes? kank and lee tbh, tho I’m always here for all the konoha girls (+temari) just being one big girl gang (hey kishi doesnt care about them so they gotta care for each other) OT3: nah Crossover Ship: nah Do you have any headcanons: you can’t just ask me that and expect me to sum up 7 years worth of headcanons in one paragraph. 

Are you happy with the ending? What would you have done differently? sort of? I feel like what we did see wasn’t exactly bad, but there were a lot of other things they could have focused on that would have been way more interesting. personally I would have preferred it ending with naruto becoming hokage, entering his office and immediately realizing that he can’t do the job cause he never learned how to use a computer. 

How do you feel about the new generation? eh, other than the great injustice that is sakura’s entire life I don’t have anything against it, but there isn’t really anything about it that I like enough to bother paying attention. 

Say something about your favourite character. Good and bad: like 90% of the text posts on this blog are already me talking about kankuro so I’ll keep it short: I like that he somehow manages to be weird and different in a cast full of characters who can spit fire and summon giant slugs. everytime he’s appeared we’ve learned something new about him and tho its always unexpected it never seems too ooc. 

What would a child between your OTP look like? I’m not into shipping.

Say something genuinely nice about your NoTP. I’m not into shipping. 

Say something negative about your OTP.  I’m not into shipping.

Is there any way you could be convinced to ship your NoTP? I’m not into shipping.

What makes you mad about the series? even though naruto will always have a special place in my heart its far from flawless. there’s some pretty bad writing and inconsistencies that can be...pretty annoying. I guess my main beef with naruto is the treatment of the female characters. I’m happy that naruto isn’t as fanservice-y as a lot of anime can be, but that doesn’t change the fact that few of the female characters have more than 2-3 personality traits. what bugs me the most tho is kishimoto’s utter inability to involve the female characters in the plot and actually make them seem powerful and useful. yes he tried to push that angle with sakura towards the end of the war, but it kinda fell flat because there was almost no build up and in the end the pay off was that she....still seemed weaker than naruto. speaking of the war, I spent the last 100 chapters or so watching tenten hang around and waiting for her to be useful only to get...what? she stole some weapons after the fighting was over? thats it? yes those are only two examples, but honestly I can think of very few fights with a female shinobi that didn’t end with a) the female shinobi losing/being absolutely useless b) the female shinobi getting help or her victory being downplayed c) her straight up dying. also I guess the gender ratio in the naruto world is like 70-30 because apparently there are so few girls around that they’re limited to only one girl per team. 

If you could see anything happen in the series, what would it be? way more sand siblings, obviously. tho specifically I’d like for them to have more positive interactions with temari, kishi is really fond of the bossy girl trope. 

What would you say to Kishimoto if given the chance? why.

[welplookslikethisblogisdeadtoo]

Nart Challenge

I was tagged by @samby-chan forever ago, thank ya for thinking of me!

Name your Favourite:

Female Character(s): Most of them holy shit. (Tho more so Temari, Sakura, Hinata, Tenten, Ino, Karui, Fū and Matsuri bc they’re all Queens Of My Heart  <3)

Male Character(s): Again a lot of them?? Naruto, Gaara, Lee, Kiba, Kankuro and Choji (best relatable Taurian cinnamon rolls), Kakashi, and surprisingly or non-surprisingly (idk depends on how well you know me) Zetsu!

Team: The Sand Siblings honestly, though Team 8 and Team 10 are close ties in second place.

Sensei: Kakashi bc honestly as ive grown up i relate to him s o much im so tired and bitter all the time

Hokage: Nart bc hes living out his dream and making the world a better place u go boy

Kage: Gaara w/o doubt tbh his character development is off the rails holy shit, best kage hands down

Village: Suna (always has been always will be)

Akatsuki: Zetsu bc he combines 2 of the things i talk abt a lot w/ my friends: plants and cannibalism (the more u know)

Jutsu: idfk bro most are p cool i cant choose???

Episode/Chapters: idk bro

Fight Scene: Lee vs Gaara. Best fight and it was near the beginning of the series??? made me see Lee in a cOMPLETELY different light and can be summed up p well as: Holy Shit

Fanfiction: fcukn. Too Many. ALL of @artlessictoan‘s works, and a whole lot more but its 1AM and i am too tired to think rn

Story Arc: Chunin Exams, Sause Rescue Mission and Kazekage rescue ark were all Good tbh a lot of the others we’re just meh for me  

Filler: no idea

OTP (explain why): NaruGaa bc gaara is gay af for nart and it gives me l i f e. also KankuKiba bc theyre terrible and theyre even more terrible together and its wonderful

NOTP (be nice): SakuSasu bc theres nothing between them At All and it hurts my brain 2 think that theyre still shipped after all the shit between them. that was me being v nice

Crackship(s): nah

BROTP: LeeGaa, KakaGai, and Kankukiba (i ship them a lOT romantically but oh my god they’re just the Definition of ‘just bros doing bro things’ and its hilarious. i also ship the other sips listed here but like...not as much as NaruGaa tho)

OT3: NaruHinaGaa oh my god i love them so so much (also InoShikaCho and Team 8 bc theyre cute af)

Crossover Ship: nah

Do you have any headcanons: Everyone is Gay in some way shape or form but gaara is the GayestTM and i think thats beautiful

Are you happy with the ending? What would you have done differently? More or less: Lol no it was shit. As for what i’d change? Lemme write u a list of just a smidge of what ive decided is canon in my own mind at least:

Neji didn’t die bc Fuck That 

Neji and Hinata worked together to do something abt the Hyuga slavery

Nart and Sause lost their arms (nart has a prosthetic but it isnt that bandage bullshit we got)

Shit was worked out in konoha to actually sort everything that Kishi couldnt be botherd 2 sort out

Gaa and Nart got married (Nart also married Hina after some MAJOR CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT bc i can dream)

Iruka is Nart’s dad now ok

Gaa adopted Team Shinki and doesnt know how 2 dad but is The Best at it 

Sause and Sak DID NOT get together jfc (sorry salad u were sacrificed for a worthy cause even tho ur p cool i guess)

Who the actual fuck thought Boruto would be a good idea hes such an annoying doushebag

Himawari is wonderful

The sand sibs are all super close and keep in touch w/ tema bc shes in konoha

Everyone is queer 

Kid soldiers arent A Thing unless they rEALLY wanna be bc fuck that honestly

How do you feel about the new generation? I’m only in it for Team Shinki, ChouChou, Metal Lee, Shikadai and Himawari i might watch it but im gonna skedaddle out of there if Kishi fucks up just once more

Say something about your favourite character. Good and bad: Gaara is a Complete Mess but hes Trying and i love him for that 

What would a child between your OTP look like? How would they behave as parents? lol nope 

Say something genuinely nice about your NoTP. ok but y tho i was already nice trust me

Say something negative about your OTP. Theyre socially inept dorks obviously

Is there any way you could be convinced to ship your NoTP? What would make you change your mind about the pairing? lol fuck no im happy not liking them 

What makes you mad about the series? Kishi is terrible and I am Bitter.

If you could see anything happen in the series, what would it be? The Kakespouses’ wedding and more sand sib interactions ofc

What would you say to Kishimoto if given the chance? “Stop sexualising kids, making every m/f pairing that u can possibly think of canon and treating your women like shit k thanks”

i tag @artlessictoan @lesbiangaara and literally any one else bc i dont rly have any other close nart mutuals so go have fun folks u have my blessing