I know it’s been several days now, but I recently saw that you’ve been having, well, more than a rough time. I’m not too good with words of comfort or encouragement, so I wanted to show ya something cute I whipped up! Sun and Moon but,,,get this,,,they’re cats.
And, of course, you’d be their owner! You’d get them from a shelter, where they’re nigh inseparable. One of those “if you adopt me, you HAVE to adopt the other too” type of adoptions. In any case, Sun is the nicest one, albeit it much clingier than the standard cat, but you’d have to get Moon to warm up to you for a bit. But either way expect to hear very loud screaming when you wake up; acting like they haven’t been fed a crumb in their whole lives. Regular kitty things!
Originally this was a Warrior Cats AU, but I found the idea of Y/N being the owner of two little mischief guys to be too cute for me not to do. In any case, I hope you’re having a swell day, and always know we’re here for you!!
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If you leave comments like in tags of reblogs (and in general ofc but these reblogs are usually harder to respond to): just know I see all of these and I screech when I see them. Sometimes I screenshot them to look at them later, sometimes I shove my phone in my partner's face to read them - because they give me a huge amount of happiness and a lot of motivation to keep going.
I hope you know that, I hope you know you make my day better. And I hope your pillow is always cool and you find money on the street, mwa mwa
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The moment some of you have been waiting for (or maybe forgot)! 🥳 I'd like to thank everyone who participated and shared the OG post. My heart goes out to all of you who've been here and continue to be here 😁💓 Due to the warm reception I got, I decided to add 2 more winners, so that's 3 winners getting a Chibi Illustration, and the other 3 wining a Bust Shot Illustration! Without further ado, here are the winners!
Chibi Illustration
@cinnamonnbonnie
@papersirens
@jctaro
Bust Shot Illustration
@uminozerol
@michellenero
@amidalashandmaidens
Congratulations to the winners! 🙌🎉🎉🎉 I'll be DMing you shortly after publishing this post. If the person doesn't respond after 48 hours after I've sent the message, then their spot is forfeited, and I'll be spinning the wheel to give it to someone else. More details on what I can and cannot draw will be disclosed in the DM 💌
Again, thank you to everyone who joined and greeted my gal a happy birthday! Reading your questions in the reblogs made my heart so warm and I cannot wait to answer them all in the coming weeks🥺💞 I'm beyond thankful for your support and I look forward to doing something like this again in the near future. Ciao! 💗💗💗
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11 and 23 for the music ask game!
11. a popular song you think is Good, Actually
my default answer for this is everybody loves me by one republic. it’s a famous song by a pop band but delves into the toxicity and allure of fame in such clever ways. and I love that acoustic guitar!
23. a song you remember liking as a kid
almost every song i liked as a kid i still like now. but as a kid i LOVED fnaf fan songs. i still really do like fans songs of all kinds. (as a kid i was really into mandopony but not anymore EW)
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2022 Writing Summary 🖊️🗒️✨
This year was an interesting one for writing and I am so excited bc I tackled a few different projects in 2022!
- I worked on for suffering is such a part pretty much daily from December, finally finishing it in April with a total of 51,575 words!
- In April, feeling pretty burnt out on writing, I did some fluffy AU pieces (huapangos de arlathvhen) as well as aloe, elfroot, and the flood (which will probably be rewritten, but remains as an attempt to write a DAO-era Crestwood fic).
- In May I busied myself writing original fiction and firing off some submissions to literary magazines. I am still working on a way to bring original fiction to an audience, but for now I just don’t feel very comfortable sharing it here. Stay tuned, though!
- In June I got into Wayfarer and challenged myself to develop a character by writing 30 micro fics. This got me writing pretty consistently, and I collected all those pieces in lovesong of the buzzard.
- Closed the year with a fic I wrote for the Wayfarer Exchange, there’s a flame that burns out at sea, and also planning for Quinta de Talpa and other original projects.
I’m looking forward to what 2023 will bring. 💖
January
Zevran tried to picture Hamal’s face without any of the vallaslin, but found that he couldn’t. The blood writing was such an important part of his Warden. He knew that Hamal was fiercely proud of them. Now he knew why.
He smiled at Mathuin, feeling that they must have shared the story both for Cammen’s benefit as well as for his.
February
Every time he made a mistake it was like this: Somewhere in the deepest parts of his id existed a small thought that Hamal might not want him once he realized that he was broken in a way that was permanent; not transient like the Blight, not as easily defeated as an Archdemon. Sometimes the thought was loud. Right now, however, he was able to confront the thought, because the fact was, Hamal had married him.
March
“And how are you?”
Zevran raised a brow and looked at him.
“Zevran. In the past few days you fought a sylvan, fractured a bone, hiked through the forest, fell through a ceiling, got a concussion—and that’s just the stuff I know about. Are you alright?”
“I’m fine.”
April
Loneliness was a sharp barb that worked its way under his skin. He’d never felt it so keenly; it was agony, it eclipsed everything, every thought, every feeling, every past, present, or future, even his name.
May
Everyone here is so busy. His cousins now have titles and jobs and families. Even Petra is married and has children now.
Fortunately he doesn’t have time to dwell on it. The ocean peeks over the rise of a verdant hill and suddenly they’re there. Arlathvhen.
June
“What if I do not wish to go back?” Hamal asked. “What if I ask you to leave?”
“Then I suppose it’s just a question of what I should tell the others.” Zevran looked away with a shrug. “But it’ll have to be good; both to ensure that no one comes looking for you, and to clear me of any suspicion.”
Hamal let out a hint of a laugh at that—short, bitter, but a laugh all the same. The sound surprised him as much as it did Zevran.
July
Perhaps because of his desert childhood, it delights him at first. Rain is transformative, a sign of good things to come: the cacti flowering, the buried animals emerging from the dry earth.
(He once believed them to be resurrected; believed the whole world was a dead thing coming alive.)
But the rain in Rona is different. There is no transformation, no resurrection here.
August
Alassar steel cuts through the darkness, flashing as Refugio cuts his vocal chords. Just as quickly, Yuribia clamps a hand over the other one’s mouth and smothers her wings around him tightly, muffling his scream as she snaps his neck.
She and Refugio stand there for a moment, breathing heavily in the dark.
September
It’s a bad pain day. It swoops upon him like a vulture and pecks his back apart vertebrae by vertebrae.
Refugio slouches in his seat, each bump and pebble on the road sending painful little shockwaves through his back. He’s known Yuribia long enough that he doesn’t bother hiding it. She’s known him long enough that she doesn’t bother commenting.
October
Kit’s long hair hangs like a curtain, her legs draped over the backrest of the couch she currently occupies. Anyone else might look absurd lounging in such a manner, but she pulls it off; she just has an air of grace about her, on and off the stage.
Refugio smiles appreciatively, his eyes trailing from her pretty curls to the script in her hands.
November
The Amell mansion is big enough to house a haunting.
Renata has always suspected that she ought to have one of those, which is to say, the absence of one had been thus far conspicuous in her life; a thought in the back of her head all these many years, from Lothering to Kirkwall. Late at night in her family’s little farmhouse she’d think of it, paranoid of some specter that never was there. She just never had the time or the space for it.
December
“I imagine he wants what any man wants: His life, with a shred of hope, and a regular fuck. So he slit your throat! We are Crows! If we killed everyone who made an attempt on our life, we’d hunt ourselves to extinction.”
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ask game: 🌸 and 🍪!! :)
🌸 Best compliment you ever received? Oh, that is so hard! I’ve been very fortunate to have many loving people in my life give me an abundance of sweet compliments over the years, and it’s really healed me a lot in some of my darkest times. Hmmm, I guess my favorite compliment at the moment was a recent one - I got to meet one of my mom’s favorite speakers (who I also really like!) and I got a little starstruck meeting him, and he said (talking to my mom), “This one? She glows.” And it just made my like MONTH! 🤩🤩🤩🤩🥰🥰😍
🍪 If you were a cookie, what kind would you be? Hmmm, I’ll have to go with dark chocolate chip: unexpected, more intense and awesome than youre expecting, and you don’t see me everyday!
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