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I ain't a wimp when I get writers block I STRESS ABOUT IT FOR A WEEK STRAIGHT, and not to ChatGPT like a coward. I face writers block like a man, laying in bed hours crying.

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when the scene was great in your head but now you see it on the page…

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I just need to go to the woods at night and have a bonfire and dance around screaming into nature, preferably dressed in some kind of robe or dress with wild hair. It will cure me.

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Character description

Name : Wren Watson

Weapon : mental warfare

Age : stopped counting 10,0000 years ago

Extra : lives in Rys head (rent free hehehe) but can materialize into a human-ish thing, can jump minds but is always connected to Ry, don't call them venom bc they WILL exploit your worst insecurities, prefesonal pain in Rys ass

Oc account : Here

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Ty for the tag!

So cute omgs!

This is me to the T lol

Tag anyone who wants to❦

This has been the cutest test I saw

Link

Tagging (no pressure): @nithica , @navi-s-shitposting , @p6ntera , @anticapitalistclown , @rukirukia & anyone who wants to join

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my fave writing reminder

honestly, this phrase has been on my mind more times than i can count. i've kidnapped it, taken it as a hostage with no ransom money because i need it to live permanently in my head.

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*looks at books* too tired for you *looks at films* too tired for you *looks at art supplies* too tired for you *eyes fall on tumblr* oho ho

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FR

Hiii how was your day

I hope it was amazing

Sorry I haven't talked to you in a while I got really into a book so I forgot about everything else

— 𝕶𝖎𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖘𝖙 𝕽𝖊𝖌𝖆𝖗𝖉𝖘 𝕽𝖞❦

hiii my dear 🩷🩷 my day was pretty stressful, ngl 😭 but i’m getting though it. i hope your day was wonderful 🩷🩷

and i totally understand getting caught up in a good book. what is it about, if you don’t mind me asking?

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You might be thinking of a court of thorns and roses I haven't read that one but I think that what it's about

the one I'm reading is called the cruel prince

Hiii how was your day

I hope it was amazing

Sorry I haven't talked to you in a while I got really into a book so I forgot about everything else

— 𝕶𝖎𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖘𝖙 𝕽𝖊𝖌𝖆𝖗𝖉𝖘 𝕽𝖞❦

hiii my dear 🩷🩷 my day was pretty stressful, ngl 😭 but i’m getting though it. i hope your day was wonderful 🩷🩷

and i totally understand getting caught up in a good book. what is it about, if you don’t mind me asking?

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I'm sorry your day was stressful

My day was good

The book is about a girl and her sisters getting taken from their home to live in the Faerie court where they are not liked (this doesn't explain it well sorry I haven't slept so I can't think straight)

Hiii how was your day

I hope it was amazing

Sorry I haven't talked to you in a while I got really into a book so I forgot about everything else

— 𝕶𝖎𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖘𝖙 𝕽𝖊𝖌𝖆𝖗𝖉𝖘 𝕽𝖞❦

hiii my dear 🩷🩷 my day was pretty stressful, ngl 😭 but i’m getting though it. i hope your day was wonderful 🩷🩷

and i totally understand getting caught up in a good book. what is it about, if you don’t mind me asking?

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Pondering my orbs.

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I haven't been this invested in a book since Percy Jackson I can't stop it's too good

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IT HAS A FRICKING MAP OMGS

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moving to New York so that a vigilante can stumble into my apartment and slowly fall in love with me.

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Hehehe batman

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✧ 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐂𝐀𝐓 𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐄𝐒 ⬭ ﹒ ✦

𝐀𝐋𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐋𝐘 ── two times 𝓙𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐎𝐃𝐃 encounters a very angry orange tabby cat & one time he has no choice but to adopt him with you.

⊹ 💬 · this is a vvvery old work of mine that i left unattended in my wip folder. thank @jjsblueberry for bringing back life to it.

ഒ DIRECTORY⠀;⠀RULES⠀;⠀REQ HERE (CUR. OPEN)

The first time he saw the cat, Jason was returning home from patrol. The rain was pouring down in streets, and he hurried through the storm, eager to get back to you as quickly as possible. The weather made everything difficult—the buildings blurred together, neon signs became unreadable, and the sounds of the city were muffled through his helmet.

But despite the downpour, he didn’t miss the small spot of light orange in the corner of his eye. It stood out against the dark, murky colors of the alley it was huddled in. Nestled in a small, soggy cardboard box between two trash bags, something shifted.

What’s that?

Jason knew he needed to get home. He was freezing and bone-tired, but his curiosity got the better of him.

What’s the worst that could happen?

Turns out, the worst that could happen is making a new, vicious enemy out of a stray cat.

Jason landed swiftly in the dark alley, the shadows swallowing up what little light there was. He approached the cardboard box cautiously and gently lifted the lid, unsure of what he might find inside.

The first thing that caught his attention was a pair of greenish-brown eyes staring back at him, followed by the sight of ginger-striped fur. The creature let out a small, plaintive mewl.

Oh, it’s a cat.

In the box sat a big, angry orange tabby. A very angry orange tabby, actually. The cat gave him a fixed, piercing stare, its fur and tail puffing up as it let out a throaty, warning meow.

Jason instinctively raised his hands, palms open, to show he meant no harm, but it was too late-the cat swiped at him with a paw, claws fully extended.

“Alright, I got the hint! No need for violence, little guy. Well—not so little. I mean, just look at you.” Jason chuckled softly, trying to diffuse the tension.

The cat’s ears swiveled backward and flattened against its head, its body puffing up even more as it attempted to make itself look bigger, more intimidating.

He wonders what the cat would do if he actually hissed back. Two can play that game. But that would be ridiculous. Utterly ridiculous, right?

“Okay, okay. I’ll leave you to—… whatever you’re doing.”

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The second time he saw the cat was when he was with you, just returning from a grocery run.

“Who even says that to someone else? It’s not like they set the prices,” you huffed, recounting an incident at the 7/11 you both had just visited—an old lady had been loudly complaining about the cost of a few products, taking it out on the poor cashier behind the counter.

“I know, babe, but you put her in her place.” Jason wrapped his arm around you, pulling you closer. “So, don’t worry about it anymore.”

“You’re right, it’s just—”

Jason’s ear tuned out your next words as a familiar spot of light orange caught his eye. A pair of greenish-brown eyes glared at him menacingly.

No way—... it can’t be the same cat.

“Jay? Honey? What’s wrong?” you asked, turning to him, trying to catch his attention.

“Huh? Oh, yeah? Sorry,” Jason replied, snapping back to reality with a smile. “Something just caught my eye.” But when he turned to look again, the cat was already gone.

Annoying little bastard.

“What did?” you inquired, glancing around to spot whatever had distracted him.

“An orange tabby cat that I’ve apparently started a rivalry with.” Jason deadpanned.

“You started a what with a what—?” You stammered, clearly confused by his response. But Jason just grabbed your hand and quickly led you away.

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The third time he saw the cat was in his apartment. In his goddamn home.

Jason dropped the bag of snacks he’d just bought from the corner shop out of sheer shock. How did the cat find him? Had it followed him? Was this how it spotted him last time near the grocery store? What was this cat’s plan?

Just then, you rounded the corner, emerging from the kitchen with a small bowl of wet cat food in your hands.

Your face lit up when you saw him. All of the tension immediately melted away at the sight of your smile.

“Welcome back!”

“Hi, babe. Who's this?” Jason pointed to the cat, now holding its tail high with a slight curl at the top.

The cat purred softly as it rubbed its head against Jason’s boot.

“Awh! Look, he likes you!” You beamed, your face lighting up with a smile.

“Is this the tabby you were talking about? I can’t imagine him being evil at all, isn’t that right?” You squealed with delight, setting the bowl down near the cat.

Your voice was delicate and soft like the times you spoke to him. Jason thought that tone was only for him. Turns out this devil of a cat is somehow stealing the number one place from right under his feet.

The cat slowly blinked at you before cautiously approaching the bowl and taking a tentative bite of the food.

Jason tried to ask how the cat got in, where you found it, and why you let it in, but you shushed him.

“Did you just shush me?” he muttered in disbelief, half-laughing.

He can’t believe it. That little hellion is making itself out to be some adorable kitten and trying to trick you—his too kind of a partner—into believing it was actually an innocent helpless cat.

“I think it’s fate!” you exclaimed. “You found him, he found you, and now he’s here! He belongs with us. Please, Jay, can we keep him?”

Now that was something he never thought he’d hear. Usually, it was Damian asking Bruce to keep some random animal he’d found—not as a pet, of course. Oh no, not at all. A full on resident of the mansion.

Jason stared at the tabby for a few moments, then at you, with your big smile and pleading doe eyes staring back at him.

Crap, this is hard.

Fortunately for you, Jason can never say no to anything you ask of him.

“Fine.”

“Yay!” You celebrated with a little hop.

“How did it even find us?” Jason eyed the cat suspiciously.

“I’m not sure. But you’ve got to get used to him. I think he likes you!” You said as the cat wobbled back over and rubbed its head against Jason’s boot again. “See? Isn’t he adorable?”

Jason sighed softly, then gave you both a small, reluctant smile. “Yeah, he’s a little bit cute, I guess.”

“Oh, I almost forgot! We need to name him. What about Paprika?”

Jason grumbled under his breath. This was going to be a long week—but maybe, just maybe, it might be a tad bit happier than the previous ones.

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