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[cryptotheism]

i remember on your last blog you went on a bit about your writing process/how you got amber skies out every week, ive been meaning to go back and read that to get myself back into writing everyday but given how tumblr search functions (or doesnt) i can't find it! if its not asking too much, if you remember the post(/s?) would you reblog it, or do you mind just talking about how you get such a massive amount of writing out all the time?

I don't know what post you're talking about specifically, but I'm happy to talk about it!

I will say, I pay the bills because many many people are currently paying me to sit down and crank out 2k+ words every day for various projects. That certainly helps motivate me to write, and take care of myself so I can effectively write every day. (Eating, sleeping, resting taking time to consume a wide variety of media and mediums.) My relationship with writing is professional now, and it's taken serious a lot of work and luck to get here.

Basically, the key to my speed is that I don't edit anything. If you've ever done automatic writing as a warm-up, that's basically how I write everything. After several years of practice, it means that my first drafts are about as good as most peoples 5th.

I never really deal with writers block, because I've come to find a sort of perverse joy in cranking out unedited slop. If I can't think of what to write next, I often find myself making it bad on purpose just to get through the scene. All writing is re-writing! It is far, far easier to fix slop than it is to try and perfect as you go.

I got my start by basically waking up early, and taking my laptop to a cafe before work. My rule was 1000 words or 4 hours, whichever came first. I would get a large drip coffee and just see what sorta unreadable tripe I could make. Sometimes people liked it.

[letsgetrowdy43]

Not strong enough (Rowan's Version)—

reader x usntdp u18 2018-19 team

Based on the song "Not Strong Enough" by Boy Genius

Warnings: Sexism & Men (they deserve the tw)

Ro's 1000 follower celly

Au Masterlist!!

"Black hole opened in the kitchen, every clock's a different time. It would only take the energy to fix it, I don't know why I am"

“She’s the glue,” Jack grinned and looked over to Cole who smiled back at him, “every team has that person who keeps the group together, and for us, she’s that person.” “She’s our everything really” Trevor interjected as the interviewer nodded her head.

The woman wore a red blazer, in her hands were a few cue cards, messy handwriting full of questions covered the tiny pieces of paper as she grinned at the boys sitting on the couch in front of her.

“How about her game? Explain it to me,” she smiled as Alex sat up. “She’s electric, elegant almost with how agile she is,” the other boys nodded, “her IQ is above all, and her playmaking is so effortless.”

“We wouldn’t be half the team without her,” Cole added. “These accomplishments are because of her, none of these records or wins would’ve happened if she wasn’t in that locker room,” Jack finishes off the interview with a grin as the camera shuts off and the industrial lighting goes out.

“That was an amazing boys, thank you,” the cameraman and director said as he shooed the boys out of the room.

★★

"The way I am, not strong enough to be your man, I try, I can't stop staring at the ceiling fan and, spinning out about things that haven't happened. Breathing in and out"

Y/n watched her interview with tears, a huff leaving her lips as she stared at the ceiling in defeat. “What about the boys? You find them cute?” The woman in the red blazer said with a chuckle.

The cue cards of in-depth questions were nowhere to be seen as the teenage girl sat on the couch in her Team USA jersey. Embarrassment filled her face as she looked behind the camera to see the direct, wondering how on earth this question was even real.

“These boys are like my brothers,” she smiled, tone a little peeved as she stared at her hands, “they are my team, the ones I go to battle for.” A semi smile worked its way into her face as she thought back to the past years with the boys, and how life-changing this team has been for her and for her game, “on the ice we are dynamic, and off the ice, they are my best friends,” she answered honestly

That’s about as far as she could make it into the video before having to turn it off.

The boys received such beautiful questions and were given the opportunity to share such meaningful words. While on the other hand, she was painted out to be some narrative

It was total bullshit.

★★

"Drag racing through the canyon, singing "Boys Don't Cry" Do you see us getting scraped up off the pavement? I don't know why I am"

“Give ‘em hell my girl,” was always Ellen’s words to the teen before she stepped on any ice, whether it be a game or a practice. It held such a strong sentiment, and Ellen was such a strong role model in her life.

They were also the first words said to her the moment she got the call inviting her out to the draft combine in Buffalo, her billet mother pulling her into her arms hug as she cried into Ellen’s arms “I’m so proud of you y/n,” she whispered as the tears subsided with the entrance of the boys who had been waiting for this moment.

“Are those good tears or bad tears?” Alex asked as y/n wiped them away. “Good ones,” she croaked as both Jack and Alex lunged at her.

Not only was this the biggest moment of her life, but this was also one of the biggest moments in female hockey history. The first-ever teenage girl prospect in an all-male league, it was overwhelming, but it was the first step in the direction of change.

★★

"The way I am, not strong enough to be your man, I lie, I am just lowering your expectations. Half a mind that keeps the other second-guessing, close my eyes and count"

“A female prospect?” The interviewer mumbled as he looked through his list of draftees. “It’s progressive,” another man with a clipboard mumbled with a shrug as he sipped his coffee.

“It’s unorthodox,” another person mumbled as one of the interns left to go and fetch the girl from the next room over, “politics and sports don’t coexist,” he added causing a few chuckles around the table.

The only female interviewer tapped her pen on the wooden table, her brows raised and her anger levels starting to rise as she looked at all of the men in the room. “You are making decisions for a billion-dollar company, every single decision and movement you make is due to the outcome of the political climate,” she said hastily before the door opened and all of the people in the room stood to greet the young prospect

The older woman’s hand was the first one out for the young girl to shake as she greeted her with a warm smile and a firm handshake. “Please take a seat, we’re so glad to get the chance to sit down with you!”

★★

"Always an angel, never a god. Always an angel, never a god"

Draft day had to of been the most stressful day ever, the NHL reached out a few weeks prior hoping to include her in their “Welcome to NHL” mini-documentary about her experience on the draft day.

Her hand shook as she stared at herself in the mirror, a small smile on her lips as she looked towards the camera. “Ready to make history?” She mumbled as she looked back at herself she fixed her lavender suit jacket.

"Always an angel, never a god. Always an angel, never a god"

Jack pulled her in for a hug as she got down to the bus, his hand cradling the back of her head as he held her tightly, “I can’t believe this is real,” he mumbled as she pulled away with a proud smile.

The second her heels hit that red carpet she was immediately anxious, she spun the gold ring on her thumb as Quinn and her older brother each patted her on the shoulder and sought out to find their designated entrance as she went through the carpet and the media.

“This colour is beautiful,” the interviewer said as she took in the bold outfit. “The man who designed the suit was very adamant that it was my colour,” she mumbled as she unbuttoned the loose-fitting Jacket.

The interviewer grinned, “As most draftees do, are there any little things about this suit that make it personal?” The girl opened her blazer to showcase a listen of names written in a deep shade of violet on the inside of her suit lining, “these are all of the women in my life who have pushed and haven’t received the recognition that they deserve,” her fingers ran over the writing as she smiled.

“These are the women and the role models who have fought for me to be in this place today, and have given me this opportunity to make history,” she nodded and unveiled the other side. A tiny embroidered quote that said “give ‘em hell,” was sewn into the other side, little flowers decorating the message as the interviewer grinned.

“And this is an ode to the woman who went above and beyond, and fought for me to be in this position,” she smiled as the interviewer wished her luck and sent her on her way

"Always an angel, never a god. Always an angel, never a god"

“Hold my hand,” she whispered to her dad, the man pulling the cell phone out of her hand to get her off Twitter for a moment, “people hate me,” she frowned as she looked at her father who shook her head. “People are afraid of change, you are strong you have worked harder than any of the boys in this room,” he whispered as her eyes filled with tears, nodding slowly as she leaned her head against his shoulder, “you are so worthy of greatness, and it'll come when the time is right,” he finished as her attention turned to Gary Bettman who was beginning to walk across the stage.

The boos began, and so did the anxiety.

"Always an angel, never a god. Always an angel, never a god"

One by one her teammates were picked off, proud smiles on her face as they each stopped by her to thank her for everything.

She sent each one of them off with a hug and some choked-up words as they made their way to the stage to live out their dreams. And one by one her dream slowly crumbled, like a glass castle that had been shattered, as the Blues picked their final pick on the second day in the seventh round Y/n felt the emotion rip through her. But instead of cracking, she held her head high and walked out of the arena with the entirety of her family behind her.

The second she was away from the cameras and the fresh air hit her lungs she began to crack.

A sob ripped through her as she sat on the curb, her hands pulling at the roots of her hair, “I was supposed to- I was supposed to make a difference,” she cried as a hand ran over her back. “I'm sorry sweet girl,” Ellen's soft voice sounded as the tears kept coming.

“I worked so much harder than the boys, I trained my ass off, I sat through the sexist interviews, but none of it will ever be enough,” the cries grew louder and louder as she leaned against the woman. “I did everything I could, and I will never meet my dreams,” she said defeated as Ellen held her tightly.

“I know baby, it's unfair, you deserve it just as much as the boys” she whispered, tears staring in her own eyes as she watched the girl who had been a daughter to her shake with a look of distraught on her face.

The girl wiped the underneath of her eyes, her fist finally unclenching as she sniffled, “I will never be enough,” she whispered and looked up to see the photographer taking a photo from across the street too which she just shook her head and sighed.

★★

"I don't know why I am the way I am, there's something in the static, I think I've been having revelations. Comin' to, in the front seat, nearly empty skip the exit to our old street and go home"

The draft had come and gone, and the boys each headed off to the new destinations in their lives. She ended up in Minnesota, as a freshman on the women's hockey team. Division one college hockey had always been on her list of things she wanted to experience, and it was everything she imagined.

It was slow, life slowed right down when she stopped putting that pressure on herself to always be the very best. The girls were sweet, but they knew what she had gone through during the summer, some a little envious, some a little sorrowful to know the struggles that she'd endured in the pursuit of her possible professional career.

The boys called often, to tell her about the little things, shared what their lives now entitled, whether it be in the league, or in university, wanting their favourite girl to know that they were always thinking of her.

Jack was a constant call in her life, a rookie who now carried the burden of being one of the potential greats. "It's really not all as great as they paint it out to be," he mumbled tiredly. It kind of felt like a stab in the heart sometimes, for him to be so ignorant to the pressure she had been other previously and then tell her that maybe she was lucky she would never get to experience the so-called 'torture' he was experiencing.

"Jack, do you know how badly I would kill to be in your shoes right now, to be worthy enough to prove myself to an entire league," she scoffed as the tears started, "do you know how much I wanted that, do you know how much I pushed myself to make it to that draft and then to be turned away after all of that work?" "I know," he sighed. "I don't think you do, 'cause at the end of the day you're calling me to complain about an amazing opportunity," she huffed as she heard the sniffles on the other end, heart squeezing a bit knowing that she was being hard on him.

"I'm sorry, it's just you have such talent, you're just in a slump J," he hummed in agreeance on the other end, "and you're gonna do such amazing things, you just need to push through it." "Should I give 'em hell?" "You need to raise Hell J," she finished her pep talk as he whispered a quiet Thank you and then hung up.

★★

"Go home alone"

She remembers the phone call so clearly, sitting in her dorm in her junior year, moving in only a few days prior as she started to get ready for her classes.

the phone rang twice before she answered the call, and an unknown number appeared on the screen as she stared at the random digits. "Hello?" "Is this Y/n L/n?" "This her," she said with a clear voice, brows furrowed as she held the phone a little away from her face to see if maybe she now recognized the number.

"Great! This is Tom Fitzgerald, GM of the New Jersey Devils," her heart dropped, and she sat up quickly as she looked at her roommate with wide eyes, "we would like to invite you to Jersey for the weekend, Lindy Ruff would like to meet you and have a chat about some sort of deal!" "Of course, I'm free whenever," her hand covered her mouth in shock as she felt the slight tremor of her hands, "thank you for this opportunity Sir," the man hung up the phone as she stared at her screen with wide eyes.

A smile rested on her face as a notification popped up.

My turn to tell you to raise hell! 😈❤️

Jack's number appeared just above the message as she looked up to her roommate. "Holy shit"

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Kinda scared to post this 🫣

[kreauxlighe]

ooooooooo ghost reigen au

oh ho hoooo >:3c

ahhh I'm really excited about this one!!! (jk i'm excited about all of them lol)

so obviously cw for major character death! and vague spoilers for the series finale (i know YOUVE seen it but just in case others)

essentially the core concept of this fic is "what if the lie reigen told mob was that he was alive?" in this au the fire in the office happens much much earlier, before reigen and mob even meet, and reigen dies from smoke inhalation in it. then one day mob shows up at his office and is talking to him as though it's NOT a burnt husk filled with smoke, fire, and water damaged furniture and peeling walls. and so reigen, at first assuming mob is another spirit wandering through, does what he does in canon and gives him advice. but the longer mob sits there listening to him, the more the office seems to look like it once did.

essentially mob was so young and obviously didn't have a strong control or even understanding of his powers and we know from canon that his hopes and feelings and beliefs can directly effect spirits and their ability to exist and get stronger (ekubo in the finale). and i think as a kid, especially for spirits that are very humanoid looking, mob maybe didn't always notice at first. (imagine him talking to a stranger who seems very nice or another kid in the park only to realize ritsu is like O_O;;;; cause no one is standing there) so lil mob is so desperate for help and this person in this office is SO NICE and so SMART, that he never fully realizes reigen is a spirit.

and it just kind of spirals from there.

this is one ive been poking for, pft, idk, a year and a half now? there's some things i haven't quite hammered out. i do think the tornado isn't going to be related to tsubomi so much as itll be related to mob discovering the truth about reigen and spiraling because there's nothing he can do to 'fix' it. cause let's face it mob spends the entire series fixing things and/or being responsible for something getting fucked up and having to fix it, and/or just wanting to help people and i think it is 1000% within the realm of reason for him to develop a complex about that.

there's actually a song for the fic!

and yknow... given how reigen died.. and his whole shtick.. basically from word one this song kinda hurts lmao the chorus also.. hurts. its just a lot of ✨pain✨

the hoooope is that everything happens fairly close to canon timeline wise (like i said i haven't hammered everything out) and since reigen *needs* mob in order for him to like... exist as close to human as he can, the separation arc is especially harrowing for him in this au. i also imagine them meeting wawa is VERY interesting because in my head he's the second strongest esper around after mob so he takes one look at reigen is like uhhhmm?????

fun times all around :D this is definitely my angstiest WIP (at least i think so?? my angst meter is a lil broken tho lol) and vampau that's currently in progress (34k!! not counting drafted scenes, with those its probably closer to 40k!) is a close second so my hope is to finish vampau, work on something a little lighter, and then come to this one :3

eee thanks so much for asking about it!! i really love this concept so much =^-^=

[angelapleasant]

Hi! 11, 12, and 16 for the storytelling asks :)

ty for asking!!

11. why have you decided to tell this story? are there any messages or meanings within it?

i initially created a bunch of little backstories for the premades for my shadyside bacc 1000 years ago, and then when i couldn’t take ts3 anymore and scrapped it i created some for some more premades to do a new one in ts4, but ts4 couldn’t support what i wanted to do with how their hoods are, so i scrapped that, but i still wanted to use the backstories, so i ended up creating a big canon for my ts2 stuff and making this story out of it :D originally i was just going to do a story about the cordials but instead reworked it some to make it part of a bigger story.

for messages/ meanings, not really! or at least i’m not trying to send any kind of big message with it. i’m just writing what i want to read/ themes i like or find interesting (etc. “resurrection gone wrong,” dark fairy lore, Weird Stuff Happening In Strangetown, etc). it’s just to entertain :D

12. do you actually play the game or do you just use it as a storytelling medium?

the only kind of gameplay that i’ve ever been able to stick with has been a BACC, which i haven’t done in like 519 years. i want to start one when i feel like i can fit it in, but for now, it’s only for storytelling and making stuff.

16. what about the process do you enjoy?

my favorite parts are editing the written draft/ planning out the screenshots i’m going to take, and then putting it all together at the end for the final edits (mostly just fixing a handful of mistakes that slipped through). also posting it (lol). but i honestly enjoy all of it even if it’s like pulling teeth to get me to sit down and Start writing/ taking pics sometimes.

[noxcaelestia]

Huge mechanical pencil fan please tell us more (i don’t draw i just fucking love them)

Hello, thank you for your message! To love mechanical pencils is a great thing. ☺️

To get things started, I gathered up as many mechanical pencils (and mechanical erasers) as I could find and have used in the past year.

I absolutely love mechanical pencils because they’re so convenient, durable, reusable, reliable, versatile, and what I learned from using regular pencils in art especially can most certainly be replicated without worrying about many other drawbacks.

This will be a super long post so please bear with me!

This is a set of Pentel GraphGear 1000 pencils (my favorites) which includes one of each of 0.3mm, 0.5mm, 0.7mm, and 0.9mm. The 0.4mm was a separate purchase. It comes with four boxes of Pentel HB Super lead for each size and a tube of replacement erasers for this line and many other compatible pencils.

The Pentel GraphGear 1000 series are my favorites because of their rigid design and retractable point that keeps the lead steady and prevents accidents from pokes to drops. The clip is sturdy and acts as a button to retract the point. You can also twist the barrel and always know what lead hardness you’re using whether it’s 2B, B, HB or H. These are amazing to use on good, lightly textured paper.

The leads shown are the Uni Kuru Toga HB 0.5mm, and Pentel Ain Stein in HB 0.2mm, 0.3mm, 0.4mm and one 2B 0.3mm.

The KuruToga lead is made with the KuruToga technology in mind with a softer outer layer and a harder inner layer to maintain a more consistent thickness through the pencil’s turning mechanism.

Pentel Ain Stein leads are made specifically to write smoother than standard leads by default though they also have varying degrees of hardness/softness. These are my usual lately.

Uni KuruToga, 0.3mm and 0.5mm (standard)

The mechanism in the Uni KuruToga is made to rotate minutely when the lead hits the surface in order to promote a more consistent line. It may be more suitable for writing but I find it helpful for quick drawings when I don’t need to swap out a different size for a certain effect.

Pentel Orenz, 0.2mm and 0.3mm

The Pentel Orenz is meant to help with preventing lead breakage with its own gradually retractable tube (also likely better suited for writing). The lead is meant to sit mostly inside for it to prove effective. When drawing, I tend to ignore this function depending on what I’m doing (it holds up quite well if I’m careful). Plus, it’s the only mechanical pencil I’ve found commercially and affordably that used 0.2mm, the smallest commercially available lead I could find. It’s wonderful for minute details in pencil.

Pilot AirBlanc in 0.3mm

The Pilot AirBlanc have proven indispensable in some of my language study classes years ago where smaller lines made the characters easier to write and more legible for me. The pink one was a gift from a class and I bought a second one in blue. The pencil is quite soft and comfortable and it’s quite fun to use.

Pentel P200 series pencils in 0.5mm (two have blue and red Pentel Super 0.5mm lead respectively) and one in 0.7mm

The Pentel P200 series have been super reliable for me over the years. I’d keep them so long until the metal part lost its sheen but they were still plenty functional for years and harsh usage. (More than once did a single P205 last me for art classes over the years including drawing as large as 18x24in).

It’s a great sleek, versatile and durable option that’s relatively cheap and easy to find in most stationery sections and art stores, sometimes with additional leads and erasers. The 0.5mm was my favorite size for a long time because it’s thin enough for fine detailing in my drawing but also a comfortable size for writing finely.

GraphGear 500 series in 0.9mm and 0.3mm

A more heavyweight drafting option, the GraphGear 500 is more clunky and less stylish than its successor. They do their job well for writing and drawing but the grip is not very comfortable for long periods of use but it does prevent slipping. The metal tip does not retract like the 1000 series unfortunately.

The mechanical erasers I use are from the Tombow Mono line a 2.5x5mm, a 2.3mm and a 3.8mm. They are excellent for erasing small to fine marks and are decently durable and smooth (though a previous 3.8mm one split in half and shattered after continuous wear).

A “how it’s started vs. how it’s going” model comparison since I began working with and completely adapting to mechanical pencils for writing and drawing.

I hope this was informative! I couldn’t help myself!

(​Fun fact: my schooling was weird in my early years and we weren’t always allowed to get up to sharpen pencils even through middle school so mechanical pencils sort of helped to bandage the problem hence my long term obsession)

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thanks @veilder I really do like doing these lil games even though I have some unfinished ones in my drafts 💀

I have some extra thoughts if anyone cares if I ramble

I did write quite a bit on wattpad back in the day. My account is still up and kicking but my username there isn't the same anywhere else LOL so you might be able to find it ? I had a moderately successful fairy tail one-shot series and an unfinished doctor who self insert fic (i wrote these when I was 14 i want everyone to remember that lil fact.

I currently beta read for @noaafishfieldguide so I get alllll the juicy sea foam drama >:) (its literally so fun i love doing it T-T. I don't have any beta readers except that squid does get to read 'in the meadow' early to help me make sure it actually is good LOLOL

Every fic i write is self indulgent, isn't that like.... the point of a fanfiction ???

So I am a multifandom writer, but as of late I've been stuck in trigun (the Fandom that got me to start writing again). But I technically started writing for royai just before then because Fullmetal is one of my all time favorites and royai is so special and perfect to meeeeee (I also wrote a kacchako fiction which is technically my most popular by kudos??? Which is wild?)

I cannot tell you how closely i watch my phone after a chapter of itm is posted. I just like, stare longingly and wait for comments to roll in T-T

YALL I NEVER IN 1000 YEARS WOULD HAVE EXPECTED PEOPLE TO DRAW ART FOR MY FICS. I NEVER FELT THAT ANYONE WOULD CARE THAT MUCH BUT @noaafishfieldguide and @mad-aims HAVE BOTH DONE ART AND I DO CRY STILL ABOUT IT

I have.... an entire kacchako fantasy bnha fic outline just like sitting in my drive. I've written some chunks of it, but it was mostly self indulgence and there's like a make-out scene in there... I also have a one bed royai thats just sitting, waiting to be published bc I dont know if its good LOLOL

Listen, I know its silly and its my current fic, but I really adore writing in the meadow and I'm so happy that the people reading it do read it, but I need more to join bc I am converting people to the millyons agenda.... thats just my whole goal so please get in on this

Ty for indulging me and here are the people I tag: @noaafishfieldguide, @firewoodfigs, @fullmetalscullyy, @fullcry, @eilwen

Here's the blank copy!

[chen-chen-chen-again-chen]

For the WIP Game! (I went and updated the original post so it has links to all the answers, if folks want to check those out. Sometimes my brain good!)

@you-remind-me-of-the-babe asked me about the WIP called Will suck dick for books! 😆😆 I did not anticipate that folks would ask about works in fandoms they are not familiar with but I am LIVING FOR IT~~

I'm also going to go ahead and tag @fatalfangirl here because (methinks??) you have partaken of the Haikyuu. Going to also tag @thewesterndoor because YOU KNOW WHAT YOU DID lolol jkjk who got me into Haikyuu and whose Take/Ukai fics I ADORE.

Fandom background: Haikyuu!! is an earnest and hilarious volleyball anime where everyone is gay and chaotic and loveable. It's SO SO GOOD and like all sports anime, it is not necessarily just about sport but about FEELINGS~

Pairing background: Takeda Ittetsu/Ukai Keishin

Takeda (Take-chan): looks like a cinnamon roll but could actually kill you, English teacher, glasses nerd, his superpower is bowing at like 1000 km/h, head coach but he knows nothing about volleyball at the beginning of the series (he just stepped in to fill a void b/c he a good human), cries easily, tries to use poetry to motivate high school athletes, terrifyingly good at holding his liquor, in my headcanon he's a beast in the sack

Ukai: looks like he could kill you but is actually a cinnamon roll, Reformed Gangster Vibes, in his late 20s but his energy is always Kids Get Off My Lawn, lightweight, easily manipulated by cute English teacher into coaching a high school volleyball team even though he has full time jobs running a convenience store and helping out w/ the family farm because (in this fic) he's Weak for Dat Ass

The fic: a canon-adjacent and canon-compliant take on (some of) the events in the series, but focused on the relationship between Takeda/Ukai, these baby adults who have somehow accidentally co-adopted 14 chaotic teens.

There's fake dating, nerding out about books, soft boyfriends being super soft and domestic, dating/married even if they don't realize it, and a backstory involving writing your phone number in the back of a book, lending it to a hot stranger, and somehow running into them seven years later.

U want a snippet? here's a snippet. I has lots of snippets. (This bad boy is sitting at like 75% in my drafts folder):

"Look, are you going to buy something or not?"

"Are you going to coach the boys' volleyball team?"

"No. You should try a meat bun, they're pretty good." 

The Nice New Teacher buys a pizzaman, which is kind of adorable. "I'll come back," he says, but it's hard for him to sound threatening around a mouthful of steamed bun. 

And another, a little later on:

Keishin's gotten used to being accosted by the Nice New Teacher every few days, so he's a little weirded out by a sudden radio silence. In that time, he reviews the store inventory, decides to implement a new organization system for the frozen foods, and even washes the windows. It's a slow couple of days, okay? 

He literally just finishes throwing GunGun bars at a couple of punks from the volleyball team - the one with the shaved head catches the protein bar in his teeth, what the hell is Take-chan teaching them - when the store phone starts ringing. 

"Lo, Sakanoshita Market." 

"Ukai-kun!" Take-chan exclaims. He sounds breathless and excited, as if he's been eager to talk to Keishin all day, which is kinda adorable and - weird, Keishin corrects himself, weird, and not adorable, and definitely not a little bit charming. 

"You again," Keishin sighs, as if he's got about fifty million other things that he could be doing with his time, instead of re-reading One Piece. 

And then later, after Keishin's ass is well and truly Trapped:

"Er, thanks," Takeda says, flushing.  "I, ah, as you can see, I… I have a lot of books." 

"Do I need to stage an intervention, Sensei?" 

Takeda scratches the back of his head. "My mother was a librarian," he says, laughing a little. "So I come by it honestly." 

Keishin finds himself squinting at a silver flask resting between a bunch of cookbooks. There's writing on it in English, in fancy Gothic lettering, and he manages to just make out Will suck d- before Takeda suddenly materializes there, his smile very bright. 

"Hope you don't mind red pepper, there's a lot of it in the yakisoba!" Takeda says, his voice a bit higher than usual. "We should eat!"

THANK YOU for letting me blather about this fic in a fandom other than Carry On, LOLOLOL!!! It's so fun to come back to this and definitely makes me excited to FINALLY FINISH AT SOME POINT THIS YEAR RAWR~

[darkened-storm]

Mayblade: Tree

1000 words for a belated prompt, but when the inspiration strikes you got to go with it. This is a messy draft, and it lacks some luster, but the idea is cute.

To her surprise, there was no one home at the Dojo. She reached for her phone and checked her group messages.

Tyson: needed fresh air for practice.

She texted back for clarification and a moment later her phone buzzed, the reply popping up in her notifications.

Becky: The riverbank, where else?

Even though it was spring a cool chill still hung in the air, so she grabbed her leather jacket and keys before heading out. The riverbank wasn’t far from the Dojo, so she walked the short distance through the park.

After Dickenson had reformed the BBA, he had donated a large sum of money to build a small beystadium in the park adjacent to the riverbank. It was a fitting tribute, Steph thought, to the importance this place held.

On the grass by the road, Becky was clearly utilising the opportunity to soak up the remaining rays of afternoon sun, with her AirPods stuffed in both ears, likely at full volume, and watching the goings on behind her Dolce and Gabbana sunglasses. Steph was pretty sure if she wasn’t standing in the way of the sunshine, her cousin wouldn’t have noticed her.

Reaching up to pluck an AirPod from her ear, Becky glowered at the interruption to her sun baking. “Oi!”

“What happened to practice?” Steph asked, only for Becky to shrug and point towards the river.

She could see Tyson battling with some of the younger kids, practicing with the new prototype Dragoon, while Max watched from the sidelines with Kenny, who had his laptop open and recording. The younger kids cheered each time Dragoon pulled off a fancy move.

“Don’t worry, I think you’ll find something to pass the time.”

Becky said cryptically, replacing the AirPod in her ear with one hand and pointing behind Steph with the other.

Curious, Steph turned to look back at the small cluster of cherry trees by the road.

Matt was sitting with his back resting up against an old cherry blossom tree. The cherry blossoms had come into bloom only days before the start of term, but were already beginning to wilt and petals littered the base of the tree.

His blonde hair shone golden in the afternoon sun. A notepad with music lines rested against his knees and he was scribbling notes and words with his left hand. He looked up as she approached and the ghost of a smile graced his features.

“Hey,” he said casually.

“Hi,” she replied, cringing inwardly at the unintended pitch of her voice.

“Your friend certainly knows how to draw a crowd, doesn’t he?” he remarked, the slightest hint of irritability in his voice.

She grinned. “Yeah, Tyson doesn’t really do much these days that goes unnoticed,” she said, almost apologetically.

“I know you don’t support Beyblading as a sport because of your grandfather, but my friends: They’re a good group, once you get to know them.”

He shrugged. “I know they are - I just think this is all a bit ridiculous. My grandfather bringing you all out here as though the only

She stood up and dusted off her jeans, dried pink petals falling like dust around her feet. She held out her hand to him. “Come on,” she said. “I want to show you something.”

For a moment, he stared at her hand reluctantly, then allowed her to gently lead him towards the crowd gathering at the riverbank.

“There are a lot of kids here,” he observed.

Steph nodded. “Kids have been beyblading at this riverbank for as long as I can remember,” she explained. “This is where I first met Max and Tyson four years ago. And that bridge over there,” she pointed downstream. “That’s where Tyson faced Kai for the first time - he lost of course.”

Back then, defeating the Blade Sharks seemed impossible. Instead they’d set themselves up to go overcome not only the Bladesharks, but every other team that came after them. Until the only obstacle that remained was themselves.

She led the way down to the river bank, pointing as she went.

“Tyson and Ray had their rematch here after the Championships,” she went on, then paused. “Come to think of it, I don’t remember who won - I just remember Hilary scolding them for trashing their beyblades when we had no parts to rebuild them.”

A marking on the largest cedar tree in the park caught her eye. Whimsically, she traced her fingers over the marks.

“They look like claw marks,” Matt observed.

She grinned. “Ray’s Tiger Claw move,” she explained. “Each beyblade has a special move, and Ray’s is tough to defend against. Most of the time, you don’t even see it coming.”

“Unless?” he asked when she paused again, unable to hide the excitement in her voice.

“Unless you’re me,” she laughed, feeling her cheeks flush suddenly. She didn’t know why, but she wanted him to know that she was a serious contender on this team - even if he didn’t give a damn about beyblading.

“You sound pretty confident there,” he observed.

“Is that a bad thing?” she asked, laughing nervously.

He shook his head, his blonde hair falling into his eyes. “I guess we’ll find out. ”

Her stomach did a flip a the thought of how much time they might have to spend together before he made that decision.

“Come on,” she said, tugging on his sleeve. “I want you to meet my friends.”

[simstationdance]

in unrelated news, this post has been sitting in my drafts for a while and i forgot to post it so im posting it now

hey gamers. windwos 10 am i right.

anyway so, after much blood sweat and tears were shed, i finally managed to upgrade my OS to win 10. i had to drag my computer kicking and screaming into the whole thing. and by that i mean i had to install a whole new fucking hard drive, bc it turned out the old one was on death’s door.

all of the stuff i really really cared about has been backed up, so nothing MAJOR got lost, but it was still a massive hit to my motivation to continue posting anything on simblr, paired with the fact that my hyperfixation has changed, and as a result i still havent even reinstalled the sims 2.

i am not sure when i will start posting on this blog again, but i am certain i will at some point. the sims 2 hyperfixation always comes back eventually, and early strangetown is, of course, My Baby. i have many ideas for it that i want to write someday. even if it takes 1000 years 😭 /hj

also, the new tumblr post editor and layout and every other horrible thing they’re doing to the website makes me want to claw off my own face, especially when it comes to Posting Original Posts which is literally all i ever do on this account, so if i come back i’m probably going to end up crossposting to dreamwidth more often. or something, i don’t know.

for now umhh... this current simsposting hiatus is gonna last . A While.....

[niniel-is-writing-shakespeare]

Damn The Weather

New Stucky College! AU

So yeah I started publishing a story that's been sitting in my drafts for three years now 😇

Summary (I promise I'll come up with something better): Maybe this year will be the year Bucky Barnes finally does something about the crush he has on this other student he keeps running into. Stop staring, start flirting. Sounds simple enough… Right?

(In which Bucky has a crush on Steve, another student who works part-time as a bartender in a hip bar with Thor. He's been running into him and drooling over Steve for over a year, and Steve is oblivious (or is he?). Natasha kind of dares him to finally talk to the guy and now Bucky kind of has to figure out how to basically talk to people before anything else flirt. Meanwhile the others Avengers are interfering, messing with Bucky and living their student lives.)

Genre: so far nothing too serious, rom-com kind of vibes, hopefully funny fic.

Length: multichapters, chapters will be short (around 1000 words each)

[nosferaboo]

I want to preface this by saying that I am not a writer. But I’ve written many pieces for my character and this is my recent piece of booze story that I wanted to put down. It’s a very rough draft but I hope you enjoy it.

:During the height of prohibition, Boo’s family owned a speakeasy. Even though they were Spanish immigrants, they were wildly popular. Before they immigrated to United States, they learned to make local spirits from their home. So they offered an assortment of drinks that weren’t available anywhere else. Tucked behind a wall in a basement off of 54th and 9th was Susurros. It was small, cozy, covered in decor from home. Ran by her father, Salvatore Montalvo, and her mother, Evita Montalvo, it kept the family thriving. Boo and her younger Sister, Xiomara, grew up in the bar, helping bus tables, take orders, and learning how to make the drinks from their parents. It was amazing, Boo being the oldest had dreams of taking over the bar when her parents decided to step away. Her and Xiomara would run things and continue to bring in a small fortune. The end of prohibition caused a turbulent end to the bar. It plunged her parents into a depression, her sister married into a family, and she rarely saw her anymore. Being 27 and a woman that had never been married, was unusual for her time. She really felt like she had nothing until one night when she met the kindred that would change it all.

current times while in New York one night she went to drop by the spot where the speakeasy had been to reminisce about her life a lifetime ago, to her surprise a giant neon sign that read, Susurros established 1921 was light up red on the front of the entire bottom level of the building. If she had a heartbeat it would have stopped. Using mask of 1000 faces, she made her way inside. It was dim lit with some red lighting for flair. Definitely more modern than it had been, but behind the bar, a black and white photo of the family hung. She sat at the bar and stared at the photo, recognizing her self, her sister, her mom, her dad, and one of her aunts. A young woman came out from the back and greeted her.

“Hello! What can I get you today? We have a special on shots of anís, family made!” She beamed.

“I’ve been gone from New York for a little while. How long has this bar been open?” She swallowed hard. Looking at the woman, she could definitely see something familiar in her eyes.

“ we’ve been open for about eight months, people were renovating this basement and found the speakeasy behind a wall! It had been sitting dormant for a very long time. Turns out my mother was contacted because her mother used to work at it in the 1930s! There were some family records left behind, Because it was in our family we swooped in and bought it and expanded to a full bar.”

Boo stiffened a little.

“Your mother worked here?”

“No, no, haha. my abuela, Xiomara, back during prohibition. We wanted to try to keep it as authentic as we could. We even have a picture of the original family behind the bar, and a lot of the decorations in here have been refurbished, but they are original.”

The woman smiled looking around, she had to have been fresh 21 may be right over it. The name Xiomara echoed in Boo’s head. It has been years, possibly decades since she heard that name. She felt a little flush and gave a smile.

“ and what is your name?” Boo studied her response and the way her eyebrows raised then furrowed immediately gave Boo chills. Her eyes were the eyes of her sister.

“Uhhh my name is Evita, I go by Eve tho. It’s an old person name hahah it was my great grandmas.” Eve chuckled

Boo was lost in thought, her mind racing.

“I like to invest in small local businesses, I would love to invest in your bar. The history is amazing!” Boo have a smile and looked around again.

“Oh?!… uh well that probably something you have to talk to my parents about, they are technically the owners, just just work here” she gave a chuckle and turned around rummaging through a pile of papers.

“Here! This my my mom’s card.” She picked up a pen and clicked it, she circled a name on the card and Boo looked down and felt a tear start to well in her eye, she pushed the bloody tears away and grabbed the card. On the card circled in black ink was a name, Josephine Montalvo-Aponte

“Josephine?” Boo mumble under her breath, but it was unintentionally loud enough for Eve to hear.

“Yeah, named after my Abuela’s sister. She’s this one in the photo. She was a little older but went missing and was never found. My abuela talked about her a lot before she passed. It was a puzzle piece she never got.”

That hit Boo like a brick. It had been so long she couldn’t even remember the last conversation she had has with her sister. Maybe right after she got married and had a baby boy.

“Oh wow, so much family history and names” Boo chuckled and the girl nodded

“Spanish families am I right?, I’m so sorry I haven’t offered you anything, would you like a drink?” Eve grabbed a menu

“No worries! I’m okay, I actually don’t drink and I have a meeting in Herald Square.. The new sign caught my attention and I was nosey. I’m a sucker for history” Boo smiled and stood up.

“I’ll definitely be back! Tell you mom to expect a call from me soon”

Eve smiled, “okay, wait… you’re not like with the mob are you?”

“No haha, just a history nerd! Goodbye!”

Boo ducked out of the door and turned the corner into the alley and collapsed into the shadows, tears filling her eyes. Completely overwhelmed with happiness and grief



[separatist-apologist]

acotar men as star wars characters?

Okay I'm peeking at my inbox. If you sent me something fun/nice, just know not everyone did and I am avoiding it because it is a MESS. So I'm wading through right now, Star Wars always feels safe to me.

Instead of like, characters, what about like, what KIND of characters?

Starting off strong-

Rhysand- Utter Sith filth. I'm sorry to the Rhys stans out there but this man is SWIMMING in darkness. Also, and you can't tell me I'm wrong, but a fic where Dark Sith Rhys slowly corrupts light Jedi Feyre is immaculate, a god tier idea and if someone writes it, you better tag me in it

Cassian- Resistance General ride or die baby. Means justify the ends and definitely ground forces 100%. He's looking at the pilots with narrowed eyes, like, put a blaster in this mans hand (Or a vibro sword hnnng) and unleash him.

Azriel- Sorry babes. Stop thinking with your pussy. He's too comfortable with genocide if he's been personally wronged and for that, he's an Inquisitor. Yeah he started as a Jedi but Azriel is corruptible. The Jedi were weak, they FAILED him. They deserve to be hunted mercilessly through the galaxy and Azriel loves doing it. This man is also washed in blood and darkness.

Eris- Politician from a core world. Bathed in money, doesn't care about the outer rim or their problems. Definitely using his political office to further his own goals. Sides with whoever is in power, very adaptable.

Lucien- Resistance pilot. Brash, impulsive, and likes to cause problems, Lucien is the first to ask permission to blow something up. Also prefers a blaster, not much for hand to hand combat. Prefers range, distance, and a well fitting vest.

Feyre- Sweet bean Jedi slowly corrupted over time. Tired of war, of the endless fighting, of how nothing ever seems to be resolved. Personal tragedy x 1000. Leaves the order, breaking their heart. Find out later she's teamed up with Rhysand. Everyone is v nervous about it.

Nesta- THE resistance General. Badass x 100000. No one can tell her anything. BRAIDS ON BRAIDS ON BRAIDS. Immaculate without trying. Ice Queen but everyone respects the fuck out of her. Put Cassian on his knees and left him there without a look back. Isn't impressed with all these pretty flyboys.

Elain- politician but dedicated to her people. Fashion sense is ELITE, no one can touch her wardrobe. Knows the power of a careful turn of phrase, of one well timed word. Drafts legislation in her sleep, is very good at getting the support of those who should be her political nemesis. Occasionally likes to talk shit with Eris in the nosebleeds. What the fuck is Palpatine wearing today?

Tamlin- nerf herder. Is he scruffy? Yes. Is there sand in his boots? 100%. Is he free? Yes.

Emerie- Unshakable Jedi Master. Sits on the council with Yoda, eyebrow game unmatched. Always know when you've annoyed her. Hasn't taken an apprentice in years, everyone wants her attention. Cool white lightsaber.

Gwyn- Nightsister dedicated to her home. Keeper of their magick + the sacred knowledge of their people. Bathed in darkness because that's her home and not necessarily because she's evil. Dathomir just be like that. Pet spider, she can make anything sweet.

[its-monster-mash]

This has been sitting in my drafts for 1000 years oops Rules: Post the names of all the files in your wip folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it.

Thank you so much for tagging me @venus-haze!! I am also excited to participate in the self-callout lol

I don’t actually have a “WIP Folder”, I just have. A lot of WIPs. About to expose myself on a lot of different fandoms lol(I have a million different sideblogs that I organize a lot of the things I like by)

• Didn’t Your Momma Ever Tell You Not to Talk to Strangers? — Bo Sinclair x Reader (House of Wax) *I am also converting this one to an "Original" piece so I can publish it as a serial, so if you see the other version on Amazon under the pen name "M.E. Roselli" that's me. I'm still going to keep writing it as this fanfic, but there IS an alternate version. The other version is about a cult instead of Wax; instead of Vincent, Bo("Buck" in the alternate version) has a twin sister who was raised to be the cult's messiah. The cult is dead and gone along with their parents, but she's still living it. I just know that a lot of people's fanfics are being stolen, so I wanted to clear up that that is NOT the case with mine.

• Holmes and Dracula VS. Jack the Ripper — Original Work (Sherlock Holmes and Dracula team up to stop Jack the Ripper from bringing about the Apocalypse)

• Tides of Lust — Original Work (Meliora, a traveling bard with demonic blood, goes on a pirate adventure with a feared disciple of Davy Jones and also meets a Vampiric Warlord)

• What The Dead Men Say — Original Work (Ivar Ragnarsson ends up in Victorian England, where he has little choice but to team up with an archeologist; was technically an ACV fic originally, but I hate the ISU stuff and refuse to include it so really it’s just a history fic tbh)

• Playing House with Private X — Original Work (A cryogenically frozen super soldier navigates the modern world with the help of a would-be super soldier who slipped through the cracks. Very slice of life; it started as a Soldier Boy fic—American Pie, but I scrubbed it of IP so I can continue it as an original work and publish it as erotic shorts)

• ‘Til Death Do Us Part — Original Work (Would-be Murder victim Judith “Jude” Carpenter tries to start a new life in a small town…where her would have been killer has taken up residence as the priest. The two must work together to survive the town’s dark secret.)

• Careful What you Wish For — Original Work (Janie, a serial killer hitchhiking to avoid capture, ends up being held prisoner by Levi, a recluse out in the middle of nowhere, and she pretends to be a helpless victim in exchange for food and a warm place to sleep. The story focuses on her disturbing inner monologue through her act.)

• Lord of Roses, Master of Thorns — Original Work (Ancient Vampiric King Alistair Val Mirron must fall in love to end his curse of immortality; Myrinthe, an odd Peasant introduced to him by and old flame, seeks to remain in the castle at all costs to avoid being forced to marry the annoying rich boy in town.)

• Taken From the Ren Faire — Original Work (This was meant to be a cheesy erotica short but I accidentally gave it a plot. Oops. Fantasy Author Vera Fox is spirited away into a fantasy world after drinking some strange mead from an interesting new vendor. She ends up in a fake relationship with a former bandit while he tries to help get her home; when they get separated, she questions if she even wants to go back to her old life, and this is only compounded when she finds her Ren Faire lover is trapped there too. This one is full of tropes because I'll be honest, I'm "Writing to Market" here, but I love the characters anyway. Owen-her Ren Faire lover- has a huge Clydesdale named Stormbreaker that he rescued from a roadside medieval themed attraction, and I love him.)

• A Marriage of Inconvenience — Homelander x Reader (The Boys; Amazon Show)

• Woven Sagas — Eivor Wolfkissed x Ivar Ragnarsson (Assassin’s Creed Valhalla)

• Mother — Skyrim Fic about my Dragonborn raising Aventus

• Critical Darling — Homelander x OC(Darcy Hayes, Dreamweaver) (The Boys; Amazon Show)

• In All My Dreams I Drown — Reaver x Sparrow (Fable 2)

Tags: I am abysmal at remembering URLs off the top of my head, but I will try. @sketchy-rosewitch @visceravalentines @rottent33th @ventiswampwater

[ciaraloves]

hello ciara!! i have a bit of an...issue in fanfic writing. See, when i write i kind of have to immerse myself in the pov character' head. (does everyone do this?) and cannot write if I'm in my head (eg. during college hours, college days - where my head cannot be in anyone else's) any suggestions on how to deal with this? it isn't entirely a bad thing but it does prevent me from balancing fic and studies and that...sucks. so any suggestions from you or your followers?

hiiiiii!! I am so so so sorry for taking a thousand years to get back to you

honestly lovely anon, I cannot speak on this too much because I write in bursts and don’t hold myself to any kind of schedule or discipline when it comes to writing

some things I’ve heard work for writing consistency are:

1. dedicate time in your day to write. the same time every day. whether that be in the evening, or early morning, or midday. train yourself to associate writing with a certain time and you might be able to slip in and out of your writing headspace with more ease

2. don’t set unrealistic goals when it comes to writing. if you know you cannot write 1000 words every day (simply because you don’t have the mental energy, time or motivation) then don’t hold yourself to those standards. it’s easy to lose motivation for writing simply because you aren’t doing what you thought you could do. if all you can manage one day is 10 words then that’s enough. if you can’t manage any words that’s also fine.

consistency is important but enjoying the process is more important. that’s really what keeps the writing motivation going.

3. experiment with different characters and different situations. if you love to write coffee shop aus for a specific fandom try writing them for another. or try putting your favourite characters into a completely different genre. if you’re switching up your writing style just a little to suit the genre you have a sort of goal to work towards and a change of scenery (so to speak)

I’m not saying don’t write what you want or what you’re comfortable writing, I’m just saying keep trying to find more things to write about and more ways to write it. a big part of writing (much like drawing) is continually changing and prodding and poking at unfamiliar things to see what changes and how it works with what you already know.

chocolate cake is delicious, but adding a little coffee makes it that much better, you know?

beyond this I don’t have much for you. I hope you find your sweet spot and learn for yourself how to keep school and writing and anything else you like in the juggling pool :)

again I am forever sorry for taking so long to respond to this :( it’s been sitting in my drafts for eons and I just hadn’t had the chance to catch it

anyway, if any of my lovely humans have advice tor anon please do add it here ! it’s always wonderful to spread good writing mojo around

mwah! stay bright, stay well sweet anon <3

[inkofamethyst]

April 17, 2023

Clutched the draft.  Spent two hours on it by myself this morning then sent it to my prof for review then we spent an hour finalizing everything and baddabing baddaboom I’ve got a final copy ready for the printer’s.  Are there things I totally could’ve improved upon but fully decided to ignore because I have no intention to publish this?  1000% yes.  Are there way too many words on it for my comfort?  Also yes (this is the prof/advisor that doesn’t really understand the concept of word count limits, which sucks bc both of us are wordy but I seem to be the only one conscious of it).  But I even had enough time in the midst of that to sit outside in the sun on one of the benches next to the fountain and text my sister for an hour today.  I was proper lounging and it felt fantastic.

There are certain elements of different parts of my life that I should carry with me.  For example, last school year when I would exclusively read for pleasure while eating?  That was fantastic, and I haven’t been doing it since I started cooking nearly all of my meals.  It’s certainly something I would like to begin again.  And there are changes I’ve made that I do carry with me!  Packing snacks for myself!  Drinking more water!  Putting thought into my outfits daily (ballet days don’t count, I have to dress down for those and don’t have the time to change)!  All in pursuit of the best me I can be from my perspective: breathtakingly beautiful (or at least pretty) and sickeningly overeducated (I’ll tackle emotional fortitude and maturity later).

Speaking of overeducated, I am so excited to get to the point where I can connect the dots in my discipline.  When I am so knowledgeable in a niche topic that seeing two pieces of analysis can make a lightbulb go off.  That’s how my current mentor is with what we do, and I really admire that.  Granted, he’s had way way way more time and practice to recognize certain patterns in data, and there are some facts within his field that he just knows and can apply off the top of his head, and it’s so cool because I’ll do the data analysis and come to a conclusion that’s super face-value, and he’ll see something that isn’t overtly what I tested for and draw really cool conclusions!!  And I recognize some of that budding in me, I think.  It really depends on what you’ve been trained to look for over ages of practice and seeing your seniors find those little details.  

Today I’m thankful for the lovely weather we had today.  Wish I’d worn something nicer, but alas, I didn’t have the intellectual bandwidth to go beyond mom jeans and a decent shirt when I laid out my clothes at four in the morning.

Lunch then nap then TA thing then rehearsal then dinner then pack then shower then sleep.  That’s not too bad.  Maybe a few emails along the way.

[edit, after rehearsal (which went quite well (we only rehearsed songs I feel confident about <3)): major side effect of three hours of sleep is a nine-hour incurable headache :/ I think I’m going to skip a class (one I was already planning to not go to because I see no point in sitting there watching a video and discussing basic comprehension questions when I could do that on my own time.. I ain’t a class skipper but come on) and pack tomorrow during it...]