#cries in introverted writer

[magnificently--cursed]

I had an idea again.

I tried to ignore it because I'm supposed to be an adult now, doing adult-like, serious things. But I dreamed about it twice and I just can't stop thinking about it, so now I'm halfway through a script that shall never see the light of day. Just as all the others

[chrispleasure]

BOYFRIEND MATT, headcannons!

boyfriend matt would, give you piggy back rides from the car to the front door when coming home from getting your toe nails painted and trimmed.

boyfriend matt would, be afraid to get comfortable in bed, not wanting to take up too much space and make you uncomfortable.

boyfriend matt would, press kisses on the tip of your nose when you cry, as an attempt to cheer you up.

boyfriend matt would, compare hand sizes, acting intrigued just so you’d put your hand on his, too afraid to ask for physical intimacy at times.

boyfriend matt would, always offer you his hoodies, loving the way you look in them.

boyfriend matt would, stock up on santitary/ period products for whenever you come to stay, leaving them in your drawer in his bathroom.

boyfriend matt who, hugs you at anytime of the day, either your cooking pasta for dinner and he envelopes you in a hug from behind.

boyfriend matt who, would purposely spill crumbles off his plate onto the bed to get a reaction from you while your mad, wanting to hear your voice.

boyfriend matt who, loves pampering you, whether it’s helping you in the shower, colouring in with you, buying you all the gifts you want, doing everything for you while your in a shit mood.

boyfriend matt who, refuses to leave you alone when you cry. “nuh uh, were gonna hug it out, okay? m’ not leaving my precious baby alone while she cries.”

boyfriend matt who, helps you out of your comfort zone, taking you to social gatherings, trying new foods with you.

boyfriend matt who, encourages you to join in on group activities, knowing your an introvert. “cmon babes, just kick the ball f’ me, ‘kay?”

boyfriend matt who, takes you away from a crowded area when noticing you keep pulling at your dress, biting your nails.

boyfriend matt who, without asking takes your hand and takes you to the bathroom with him. “cmon, just wait here ‘f me. i’ll pee quick i promise.”

boyfriend matt who, let’s you play your songs in the car, even when he doesn’t enjoy them as much as you “is this gigi perez or gracie abrams?”

thing’s matt sturniolo would say!

“i dont know how to do this. am i doing it right? the words of affirmation thing?”

“wow, babes.. you look stunning.”

“please.. please just listen to me.”

“no more drinks, ‘kay? i dont want you doing things you’d regret.”

“you look like you need a hug.”

“how can you still manage to look so beautiful while crying? i look like a wet dog when i do.”

“just talk to me, i promise it’ll help.”

“we’ll get through this.. problem, okay? it was just a small relapse. you tried baby, and im so proud.”

“im not letting you sleep on the couch, come on. get under the blankets.”

“i mean.. im cool with sharing a bed if you are.”

“i bought you some flowers, ‘knew how much you needed them.”

“where’s my goodnight kiss?”

“you can stay as long as you wont, my mom loves you.”

“next time, just give me a heads up, ‘kay?”

“im just glad your okay, baby.”

“i couldn’t- i couldnt find you and i just thought something happened, alright?”

“just, sit down! please. god.”

“no, dont cry. i hate it when you cry”

“hey, no more of that. stop it, you’ll hurt yourself.”

“i could use a hug.”

writers note: whoever sees this and want’s tumblr friends pls comment cause i’d love to talk to yalll💝 also it would really be appreciated if i get sent some requests !!

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[tbmkit]

A Deep Dive on "The End" of Las Nevadas

to start things off, this is my own interpretation of his dialogue. i explained how i feel about the stream here in this post. going off of that, i am going to break down the way quackity (who, for clarification sake i'll just refer to as alex) interpreted him. this is gonna get into random theories and probably get like, a little personal and im going to sound crazy but im also autistic and super invested with a bunch of free time... but i think the whole way this stream was carried out had a double meaning to it, and i will examine it here. not proofread, we 're going in raw. so, let's begin with...

Section 1: The Different Personalities of the Quackities

for starters, i want to examine the personalities of each character. obviously, im not taking much (aside from a few bits) into account from the other streams. this was all carefully crafted in one stream to get each persona down, rather than on-the-fly acting. each one has a sort of "archetype" to dissect.

q!quackity, who is quiet, reserved, skittish - yet smart and observant. he uses longer words, and spends more time observing the conversations, then jumping in for the "kill"

k!quackity, who is battered from the betrayal hes gone through, he feels hurt yet he doesnt feel anger. its internalized, he doesnt trust the others, however he mentions that they need to build trust to get out of the "cube"

ln!quackity, who is extroverted, boisterous, the physical incarnate of a bruised ego. he holds his head high not realizing his neck is always exposed, ready for someone to rip him to shreds if they hit the right vein. he's an asshole, making fun of the others, holds himself proudly on his achievements. but he's the only one that cries. q!quackity is anxious, but he doesn't cry. ln!quackity does.

and... alex. a self-proclaimed introvert, who is kind and observant, who forces himself to get out of his comfort zone, something he called a "finish line." a writer, a director, someone who loves telling stories. and this one, happens to be a story of different personas of his, with one being killed off.

and with that, we get into the topic of what i believe the stream represents. if you'll join me for a long read, i think this stream represents his growth as a person and a content creator, in a very extreme and especially vulnerable way.

Section 2: Pre-Quackities Dialogue

an interesting point about ln!quackity is that his dialogue is very turbulent. he goes from being confident to anxious and scared in a moment's notice.

from...

Slime! Was this you? Did you do this? I didn't mean to do this- the the.. I wasn't… malfunction! An explosive went off! I don't know where I am! I might've done some [stupid] stuff, but it's not- it's not fair to pin it on me. You saw it- you saw it- you saw what everyone did to me…

at first, he's very confused. a topic he brings up later is how he always wins, or rather how the house always wins. he succeeded in killing himself, thus the surprise. he didn't really mean to succeed, he thought he'd fail just like all the other times. that's what he's used to.

then...

I don't know who you are, and you certainly don't know who I am either. […] If you have any answers for me, just let me know, please. Alright fine- whoever put me here, get me out! Or just kill me! That was the point of what I was trying to do!

his ego pops in - "you certainly don't know who i am either" weighing his importance. he can't die, he's just so vital for his country. his carefully crafted country. but he can't stand not knowing what actually happened - did he finally succeed? for once in his entire life? no, surely not. he wants to get out - he didn't really mean to kill himself. just one more chance, he wants. but if he can't have one more chance, he just wants it to be over. either keep fighting and fighting or finally give up, even if you just succeeded for the first time in your life.

finally to...

We can make a deal, alright? Let's do a little bit of gambling, let's make a deal! […] You let me out of here, I… do you want me to do good deeds? I'll do good deeds! […] I'll do it, just let me go… just give me a sign…

"ha! gambling, casinos, money! that's my personality! you guys know me, mr. casino man! ring any bells yet?? you guys know that's what i'm all about!" he cries. that's where his power is held - material possessions, easy wins, his comfort zone. something he can easily control. he tries to paint himself as a "better" version of himself by offering his material possessions, anything to save his ass. something he can live without, something he's comfortable losing because he'll just gain it back double in the end.

Section 3: Pre-Monologue

the first thing ln!quackity says to k!quackity - apart from being taken aback by being called a gringo - is

A foreigner?! Where are you from?

now this might come off as one of the farther reaches in this post, but i feel like this was mean to represent ("this" as in, the way ln!quackity treats k!quackity as a whole) the switch to spanish content that alex did. i feel like ln!quackity is very offput by k!quackity because it was a hard switch for alex to make, given how people in the public - and in private - treated this switch. throughout the stream, ln!quackity treats k!quackity with ambivalence - not with hatred or disgust, but also with an underlying fearful tone - as he does not understand him when he speaks spanish. however, ln!quackity does speak spanish. he spoke spanish all the time. hell, the casino is called el palacio (which you can see on the signs inside), we got el rapids, mexican l'manburg, flirting with schlatt... this is just a front. he just doesn't want to communicate, even acknowledge him speaking to him. his ego gets in the way, not wanting to acknowledge this. q!quackity does not speak spanish, this was clear given the lore of qsmp with elquackity. however, ln!quackity is known as bilingual. so why would he try to hide that part of him? you tell me.

You see? I was also betrayed! And actually I was the one doing the torturing, but I have the better story here.

"hah look at me im so badass! who gives a fuck if you went through so much shit! i also did that shit but to someone else! that also kinda happened to me but who cares!" says the deeply traumatized individual who perpetuates a cycle of abuse.

Tone it fucking down. You don't know who you're speaking to.

he says this directly after being called out by the other two. he, again, deems himself as more important. he's the badass one, he's the one that is more "successful," he gets all the fame and credit. thus, when someone tries to tell him that he's full of shit, he immediately puts up his defenses - the ones he's been crafting for all his life, through the endless amount of trauma he's gone through. did he ever back down? show emotions? no, he hasn't. he's always just been a powerhouse. even when his friends and partners betrayed him, he used that to fuel his drive, not knock him down.

I win. That's my job. My job is to make people think they win. I'm a multimillionaire because I run an extremely successful casino business. I also am the president of the richest country in my world. But you know, the more success, the more people want to kill you. And if I'm here right now it's because they succeeded - although I do think the people responsible might be dead soon as well, because if I truly am dead, then they fucked up. So yeah I'm not worried about it at all. Just a bunch of cowards that stormed my casino, probably shot me, they'll get caught.

here he goes again, flaunting his achievements. whenever someone tries to wiggle through the cracks of his ego, he spits out the same recycled speech about his achievements. everyone wants him, everyone wants what he has. but does he truly want it all? is it to make up for what he had lost, or maybe it's to hide his emotions or his insecurities? will they all be drowned out by material possessions? "the more success, the more people want to kill you," so, himself, since that's who killed him in the end? with how much he's been gaining, does that mean that his will to live dwindled too as he got everything he ever wanted? but of course, this is all one big lie to cover up the fact that he was the one with a bounty on his own head.

Q!Quackity: If you are as successful as you say you are, I would imagine that you would already be on edge for someone trying to kill you. […] so how exactly did you inflict your own death?

bonus! with the context above, i feel like q!quackity picked up on his suicidal tendencies, and is thus asking, "hey, since you have it all and i kiiinda feel like we all killed ourselves here, and you said the more successful you are the more people wanna kill you, doesn't that mean you wanna kill yourself?"

Section 4: The Monologue

Fine. You wanna know how I got here? I fucking destroyed it all, I fucking did it. I fucking did it. I sat on my fucking throne and I lit it all on fire and it was fucking beautiful. You know why? Because you can't trust nobody. You can't fucking trust nobody. Alright… alright… I come from a world where you can't trust nobody. Your neighbour will backstab you for a piece of bread if he has to. There are no friends where I came from, okay? And people will sell you out in a fucking second. I tried it all, I tried politics, I tried businesses, and I never won. You know what made all those fail? You know what made every fucking attempt of mine fail? Trust! You can't trust people! They will kill you! So if I can't win, I did what I had to do.

the first half of the monologue is all about being betrayed. "how did i get here? / i destroyed it all / it was beautiful" for someone who prides himself in his material possessions, this doesn't feel like he'd be happy about getting rid of it all. his entire country, what he loved. las nevadas is his comfort zone. that's why he was confined to it, he never left, nobody entered, truly. sure he had some of his friends, but they betrayed him in the end. he ended up hurting them and they left, or they hurt him regardless.

this is where alex comes into play. this monologue was intentional, this was raw and vulnerable. it represents ln!quackity, yes. but, underlying is alex throughout it all. it's not a hidden fact that he's had a lot of people that ended up betraying him, and others in his life as well. so many people took advantage of his trust and kindness. they wanted to commodify him, use his fame, get a bit of clout, get his money, all for themselves. ln!quackity didn't want to be on top of the world, he rose so high up that from below everything looks so small and lost sight of where he was. this represents the ego. it's so easy for your ego to get ahold of you, but when you're so high up, you get knocked down, all the way to your death...

I fabricated my wins, I created my own country, I built my circumstances. Me! Nobody else! Because nobody else thinks like I do! Nobody can! So there comes a point where it's over, at some point you fucking lose.

the aforementioned fall. las nevadas was his comfort - the only place where nothing could go wrong. everything went his way, and only his. the house always wins, it's his comfort zone. he crafted it himself. "nobody else thinks like i do / nobody can" represents his internal struggle. his insecurities that he had to build four walls and a roof over, hidden away from sight in a city of different buildings. he thinks hes the only one that feels this way, he doesnt think anyone can feel the amount of pain he does. life is a chore for ln!quackity, he chugs through it and never once could he rest. but, he finally got to. and now that he has it all... what else is there left? his insecurities and shame that he trapped himself in with all this time. he's forced to sit with them, ponder, grow attached to them yet still hide them from everyone. nobody can know how he feels, nobody can know what he thinks. he never opened up, he never got in touch with his emotions and thus

My partner, my great business partner… I built him, piece by piece, I gave him the personality that I wanted! He learned from me, he is who he is because of me! Yet he has the audacity to abandon me? To abandon what I built? To defy me? He called me a bad person and guess what? I am a bad person. And I'll fucking own it til the day I die. Everything gets destroyed, I'm not gonna wait for a fucking traitor to put me in my grave, that's my JOB. So yeah, I inflicted it, I'm here because of me. I'm here because of me, nobody else. *starts crying*

this is where it gets tricky. my personal interpretation that fits with the theme is that slime represents alex. ln!quackity - or rather, his ego - molded slime into what he is - a copy of ln!quackity. a hollow imitation of the ego. ln!quackity made slime into precisely that. he was a blank slate, he had so much power over him, and thus he finally had someone who could think like him, without the pain that ln!quackity felt because slime felt none. not until ln!quackity hurt him - his own ego hurt alex, in this sense. the fame, his career had hurt him.

"to abandon what i built / to defy me" taking a step back to keep your ego in check, to finally realize what matters in life, is an act of defiance. to humble yourself, to realize you're nothing more than a person that feels hurt by his environment (calling back to: "I might've done some [stupid] stuff, but it's not- it's not fair to pin it on me. You saw it- you saw it- you saw what everyone did to me…" which he said when he was alone, begging for his life, for a second chance to go back to where he felt safest) it was such a strong revelation that it made ln!quackity cry. finally, he could cry.

ln!quackity, in his own eyes, is perfect. he's what everyone wants to be. money, fame, achievements... but the moment he realizes hes hurt he comes back down from his pedestal. he's not the badass everyone wants him to be, he's not the king of the land, he's scared and sensitive. he just wants to be loved, but every time he is, he gets hurt. so why love when you can hurt? that's why he's so rude and abrasive. because why love when hurting is easier? hurting is the norm, hurting is comfort. las nevadas is a nation that encapsulates nothing but pain.

Where do you guys think you are? What is this to you, just a little game? Just a little more entertainment? Look around us, look at this, look at this sick joke, we're puppets! They think it's real! None of this is! And maybe that's the game, we just need to play it! Who's it gonna be, huh? What am I meant to do? How do I win today's game? I'm not gonna give these bastards a show, I want out!

obligatory "who do you think we're actually talking about here?" fourth wall-breaking segment. you should be able to piece it together here. ln!quackity doesn't want to be part of the show anymore - q!quackity and k!quackity run it now.

Section 5: Post-Monologue and Closing Thoughts

Oh my god, oh my god… Okay… I'm alive- I'm alive… I'm alive, I'm alive… What am I doing? What am I doing? Okay… I need to… I need to leave, I need to get out of here, I need to walk out, I need to walk out…

wait, ln!quackity is alive? he's not hurt? he's... alive? hm. that must've all been in his head. a near death experience, some divine intervention... maybe he does get a second shot! "i need to get out of here..." he wants to get out of the comfort zone, but... letting the ego out, where he's going to suffer? let ln!quackity, the character built on legacy, suffer in a place where he has nothing? the outside? where he wouldn't even dare to-

Slime: Looks like everything is running well. Yeah. Everything's going pretty… pretty great. Slime: You look so tired. I uh… yeah, yeah I uh, I am. Slime: I came back to see you one last time. I didn't like how we had to end. Yeah, no uh… I thought about it, no hard feelings and you know what… you were right actually, this time you taught me some valuable lessons. Slime: After I left, I learned a lot. More than I ever thought there was to know. From more people that I ever thought there were. That sounds great. Slime: I came here to say goodbye, Quackity. It felt… important. Where are you going? Are you going somewhere? Slime: I want to go see it, Quackity. Everything belong this land. I don't think I belong here anymore. Wow, yeah. You deserve it, wow… look at you. Traveling the world, I'm excited for you. Slime: I've learned all I can from this place, Quackity. I'm very excited to go. And maybe even now, someone or something can learn from me. Wow, well yeah. Stay uhm, stay safe man. And remember, don't trust too many people. Slime: Quackity, thank you for teaching me what it's like to be human. Yeah… thanks. Slime: Goodbye, Quackity from Las Nevadas.

he realizes the pain is what makes people alive. you can reconcile with it, you can embrace it, you can live with it. slime was confined to las nevadas for so long that he learned how to live. why can't ln!quackity? what makes slime different? ln!quackity has been immersed in nothing but pain and suffering... and k!quackity too! q!quackity! they are all fine, they can do amazing things, but... they have nothing. they lost it all, but why was ln!quackity the one that's stuck? why did he finally crack?

it's because they love. and slime, well, he loves the world. he loves learning, teaching about life. he has a passion, he wants to experience life. he wants to be free. ln!quackity never wanted to be free. he wanted a place to call his own. with slime leaving... he has las nevadas all to himself. everything he ever wanted, all the money in the world, yet he's alone. he was never loved, only used. it's just a hollow tomb. it was built as an homage to people he loved, but they never loved him. nor did he love himself. all it stands to be is just a reminder that ln!quackity will never be loved.

"you look... so tired." "yeah... i uh- i am."

he doesn't have to keep fighting. he doesn't have to keep relishing in pain. he's happy that slime is traveling the world, thanks to him. he took bits and pieces of ln!quackity - not everything - but just enough to keep his chin high. he is his own person, using the lessons that ln!quackity taught him. slime is ln!quackity's legacy. after the conversation with his other two selves, and with slime in the real world, he realized that in order for him to be at peace, he doesn't have to keep on hurting. the pain that he shared with slime, as the lessons he taught him, inspired slime to be his own person. the pain that ln!quackity went through is what made slime realize that he, too, is human. relishing in pain and not using that to keep going makes you a victim to your own surroundings. the pain becomes comfort, and you can never leave. it's nothing more than a tomb.

and thus, the final lines said are:

"quackity, thank you for teaching me what it's like to be human." "yeah... thanks"

slime taught him how to be human as well. and to be human is to not let pain consume you and to keep forward. make amends with it, keep it in your back pocket. those are memories, it's part of your legacy. but what the other quackities could do that ln!quackity couldn't, is remind themselves that they can be better.

q!quackity, though skittish in nature, is observant and uses his knowledge to get under ln!quackity's skin and finally make him snap and realize his emotions. q!quackity represents intellect, even if he is naïve at the same time.

k!quackity, just as smart as q!quackity, is a fighter. he is observant, but he doesn't use that as much to his advantage as he has strength to back him up. he is strong and he knows it, he can lead a revolution, he is strategical. less naïve than q!quackity, he's more cautious of the posing threat that ln!quackity is. q!quackity helps him as his first instinct, showing that the two work together in tandem naturally.

with both sides working together in harmony, where does ln!quackity come in? he represents arrogance, denial of his emotions, his bolstering ego... there is no room for that to grow as a person. he had to die. the room falls silent as he kills himself, no protests. and, q!quackity and k!quackity will make it out alive. they will be coming back. which shows that they do work together to get out. not by killing themselves, but allowing themselves the best parts of each other.

so, as a finale... what does this mean as a whole? i think, although alex really loves ln!quackity, i think this stream was meant to show his journey as a person. he has said he is very grateful for what he has and where he's gotten, and i think keeping yourself humble and counting your blessings is something that you have to grow into. when you're young, you do stupid mistakes. you're naïve, you trust too easily and people take advantage of that. at the end of the stream, ln!quackity says

"don't trust too many people"

as opposed to what he said earlier, talking about himself:

"you know what made all those fail? [...] trust! you can't trust people! they kill you!"

without letting people in, ln!quackity was his own demise. he never learned how to trust, how to love, and thus he could only die alone in the end. but, slime can. he will learn how to love, how to care for, and how to trust others. don't be naïve, but don't be alone, otherwise you will be your own demise in the end.

and thus, this stream was a way to show alex's journey as a person. he said that he was really counting his blessings and being thankful for everything in his life. he can't redo the past few years, but he can move forward with the lessons he learned. that's something he has been talking a lot about lately, and i think this was his own way of interpreting it through characters he loves so dearly. he had to kill off his pride to grow. moving on is the hardest part, and what's even harder is learning how to begin again after everything. but, at the end of the year and going into the next, he will face troubles. he will face challenges.

but he will grow and learn, as he is human, as we are human. we all feel pain, as well as love. we need to learn, we need to grow. and we cannot shy these away from each other - they need to balance each other out and work in unison, as they should.

[v1enn4vds]

Numa Turcatti’s story is so tragic bc wdym he was abt to graduate to become a lawyer

Wdym he knew Pancho since he was 6 and their birthdays were only two days apart

Wdym his favorite writer was Franz Kafka

Wdym majority of photos we see of him he slicked back his hair bc he naturally had curly hair but forced it straight bc that was “the fashion”

Wdym he didn’t even wanna go on the trip to Chile

Wdym he had a twin brother.

Wdym he spent both his and his brother’s 25th birthday on the one of the hardest days on the mountain (buried in the avalanche)

Wdym he was introverted but still had so many friends and was voted best classmate in school

Wdym he cried over finding a photo in his brother’s camera during an expedition after the accident.

Wdym he wouldn’t have wanted to be the main character in Society of the Snow but his siblings agreed to it anyways because he deserved it

Wdym he only ate to make himself strong enough for the final expedition.

Wdym the book “Alive” misrepresented him by saying that he “used the infection in his leg as an excuse not do to any work”

Wdym he would hide the pieces of meat the Strauch cousins tried to feed him so it would look like he was eating

Wdym he weighed only 55 pounds (25 kg) when he died.

Wdym he was willing to go on the expedition even when his leg went septic and was only stopped because Roberto told him that he would slow the other expeditionaries down

Wdym he died because he wasn’t able to help anyone anymore

Wdym the group only realized just how badly he declined until after Gustavo checked his back for a sore and realized how thin he became

Wdym said sores went so deep a piece of his spine was sticking out of his skin

Wdym Pancho was praying over him when he died

Wdym he had his whole life ahead of him.

[drchenquill]

Writerblr Interview~

Thank you @thecomfywriter , @nczaversnick , @the-golden-comet for the tag!

Short stories, novels, or poems?

Well, if we're talking about writing, then short stories and novels. I love both. I mostly focus on my novels, but sometimes a random scene or idea pops into my head that I need to write down, but it's not developed enough for a full fledged story, but I just need to write it down, so a short story is born.

What genre do you prefer reading?

Romance and fantasy. I'm just a hopeless romantic and I love magic.

What genre do you prefer writing?

Again, romance and fantasy. I'm not that good at coming up with lore and stuff, but I'm happy with my smol magic system.

Are you a planner or a write-as-I-go kind of person?

I wish I was a planner. I have the idea, sometimes I already know how it will end, but the rest is just a gaping hole of nothingness that I have to fill out. So, yeah, I'm a write-as-I-go person.

What music do you listen to while writing?

Every kind of music. There's no real type of music that I seek out. I just need something to accompany me on my writing journey.

Fave books/movies?

Currently: Favorite book is probably Born A Crime by Trevor Noah. It's a biography and not actually what I usually read as stated before, but it's such a good book. It's educational, interesting and filled with humor. It's a good read.

While movie on the other hand it has to be Pride and Prejudice (2005). I don't need to explain why.

Any current WIPs?

I'm currently focusing on "Daisy" and "Him and Me - Bound by Fate" because, you won't believe this, but I actually have them somewhat planned out.

I want to try to finish "Foliè" as well and write on "The Memories of The Future" more, but that is more difficult because the gaping hole of nothingness is staring at me everytime i open the file. I have some scenes, and the general idea, but the rest is just "okay, great, and now what?"

If someone were to make a cartoon out of you, what would your standard outfit be?

Ooof, okay. Hair in a braid with a fringe a little too long. An oversized hoodie with long sleeves to fiddle with. Dark bell bottoms and some sneakers. My favorite black feather earrings and my four old as hell rings. (Very important, they are on the thumb and index finger of each hand. No other fingers).

Create a character description for yourself

Oh boy...

Painfully introverted girl with a lot of insecurities (thanks to school and people she never asked for their opinion👍) that made her socially anxious with the social skills of a rock. (I bet the rock can hold a conversation better than she can though). If you get to know her, you'll find out what a sarcastic yet sweet (not her words) person she actually is. She tends to overthink every interaction she has and has cried several times because she misinterpreted something.

A very gentle and hopeless romantic at heart (which doesn't play well with her social anxiety). Tries to be helpful when she can, but will shut down if put on the spot. You'll find her in a corner praying to whatever entity is playing Sims with the world that no one comes to talk to her. Will wear a smile most of the time and laugh at all your jokes because she doesn't want to be disrespectful. She can be a total bitch when you get to know her, but her snarky and sarcastic remarks mean that she feels comfortable around you.

Names every stray animal she sees. (Recent addition: a male cat now named Maestro)

Do you like incorporating people you actually know into your writing?

Nope. If I do, I don't do it on purpose.

Are you kill-happy with characters?

I do kill off the "bad ones", although not always. I will and have traumatized my characters (I'm so sorry Leon) but I would never kill a character. I just can't.

Coffee or tea while writing?

Water baby~

Slow or fast writer?

Used to be fast, but now I jump from WIP to WIP so technically slow because I'm not far ahead with any of them, but I work on multiple.

Where/who/what do you find inspiration from?

Anywhere!

If you were put into a fantasy world, what would you be?

Good question. Probably one of those characters that lives secluded, in the middle of the entchanted forest, that talks to mythical creatures and everyone thinks is a witch or something.

Most fave book cliche?

Soulmates. I- Listen! I love romance, and soulmates with a bit of good angst. *chefs kiss*, you know? Anything "fated" and i'm sold.

Least fave book cliche?

I'm sorry, but enemies to lovers. (I can enjoy it only if it's written good). I just get too invested and then pick side, which leads to me not even wanting them to get together.

Fave scenes to write?

The angsty/fluff/romantic scenes. I love a good cuddle scene, a good kiss scene, or a good crying scene.

Most productive time of day for writing?

All the time! But as i'm writing this, I would pick the evening, because the mornings are so fucking hot right now, even writing makes me sweat.

Reason for writing?

To be able to share with lovely people at least a bit of my heart, because I pour it in every word. I also write because I genuinely enjoy it~

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Tagging with no pressure @theink-stainedfolk , @paeliae-occasionally , @finickyfelix , @leahnardo-da-veggie ,

@oliolioxenfreewrites , @inseasofgreen and open tag

[tiredly101]

The past can hurt part 3

Pairing: Wally Darling x Writer!Male reader

New Neighbor Masterlist

Illustrated Au, picture is not mine. Hey peeps, I want to apologize for taking so long to update since studies and work have been crazy these couple of months (?) but nonetheless a new part has come!

Memories flooded Wally's head as he looks up at Frank, Wally was mad and he felt violent which he had never experienced before.

"What the duck happened in 1974 Frank?” Wally asked again while poison slithered with each word, Frank looked down in shame before sighting.

"Home killed him Wally... Home killed M/n and made Barnaby forget about him" Frank said before starting to cough, with each cough Frank's grey skin turned into a lighter shade until Frank fell on the ground, dead and void of life, Wally could only stare at Frank's now completely black eyes and the black liquid going down Frank's chin with indifference.

Wally ran a hand through his messy, long blue hair before seeing a gas tank and a match which made Wally smile, "Perfect" Wally uttered before grabbing it and looking towards the neighborhood with a dark smile.

"It's a beautiful day in the neighborhood, a beautiful day in the neighborhood... Would you be mine?Could you be mine?" Wally hum while walking out of Frank's house while dragging the gas tank but with each step a trail of gas painted the sidewalk and plants.

"It's a neighborly day in this beauty wood, a neighborly day for a beauty... Would you be mine?Could you be mine? I have always wanted to have a neighbor, just like you I've always wanted to live in a neighborhood with you" Wally kept singing softly while having a bit of a skip in his step while he lets the gas ran it's way down the streets, down the trees of the forest, down the sidewalk and down the neighborhood.

"So let's make the most of this beautiful day since we're together, we might as well... say would you be mine, could you be mine? Won't you be my neighbor? Won't you, please? Won't you, please?Plēæßę won’t you be my ńęīghbœr?" Wally sang happily when he reached Home and stood in front of it. Wally looked straight at Home with a glare and a dark smile and then Wally let the leftovers gas fall down the walls, door, garden and flowers around Home. Wally turned around and looked at the neighborhood one last time before sighting since it looked peaceful... Perfect

Wally looked at Home again before lightning up the match and carelessly throwing it in the ground which made Home be set on fire and a trail of fire consume the rest of the neighborhood. Wally didn't mind the screams or the cries of help as he walked towards his apple tree with a satisfied smile as he watched the neighborhood burn up in flames.

"And so... the love will fade into ash because of Home's greedy rule and the last man standing will have no choice but to obey" were the words flying around in the air. The last words that M/n wrote as a warning, not to Wally but to everyone when his fury fell down on them

So! We are missing one more chapter for this series to be over and I must say that this one was kinda dark but really fun to write so I hoped you enjoyed!

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[r3n0-5]

About Bungou Stray Dogs

I’m happier than ever now that I found a new husband, damn, Asagiri really can write… despite some things, I feel like there are things he still needs to polish, and at the same time I find myself gasping, crying, smiling, having all sorts of feelings I’m not supposed to be able to feel -or recognize ‘cause I have alexitimya- thanks to him, I love his work so much that it doesn’t matter how many words I write, it won’t ever come close to what I actually think about it, it was so good that motivated me to write again, to paint, to draw, I can’t stop creating, he inspired me in ways I have never seen before, maybe it’s because we’re so alike, I noticed that through his work, we’re so besties even when we don’t know each other, I would even dare to say that we were through some similar things in life, he said that his work is not for the ones that are outside and live their lives and don’t need stories like these to feel like they are actually living, he was so right with that one, yes, I really do need stories like oxygen in order to live, and he’s the same, he knows it, he’s aware of it and doesn’t plan to change it, and why bother? Books became an obsession for me from such a young age, and they still are for me and thousands of introverts on the world, his storytelling touches my soul for a reason, ‘cause even when we never met we share likes, experiences, interests, suffering, we live in the same planet, it's amazing when literature can make you feel for an instance you’re not alone, happened to me when I read poets and writers from hundreds of years ago, specifically with Dostoevsky, I could feel his pain, I was feeling so out of place before, Poe was there for me when I had no one, so many critique their words, but it’s because they write about the cruel reality of life that everyone’s loves to ignore ‘cause living in their little happy bubbles is more comfortable, happiness can’t exist without sadness, How would you appreciate those moments when you smile next to someone you love if you haven’t cried your eyes out before? How are you gonna appreciate life if there’s no death? What would be your purpose in living then? That’s when stories like these come to hug you, to tell you you’re not the first one to experience this or that, you’re human, you’re just being alive, and it’s completely ok to feel desperation, terror, madness, loneliness, hate, whatever it is, you won’t be the last feeling those either, isolate if you need to, let your body process what consequences breathing brings, and then rest, heal, and then live again, to anyone reading this, you’re not alone, doesn’t matter how much it looks like you are, an the end, we’re all connected through this thing we call life.

And that’s why I can connect with him and his characters, he writes them in a way that feels alive, he lets them have actual feelings, and that lets me know them more, like their motives, their way of seeing life, and I can empathize with them and feel like I’m living with them, that I’m also a part of the story, and there’s counted works that made me feel that way, so I’m thankful that I decided to watch/read, this series, I understand why, even when Bungou Stray Dogs has a small fandom, they are loud and dedicated enough for it to be noticed by other fandoms, I understand now why they love it so bad, and they made it reach someone like me, I have stopped consuming anime for a long time, I didn’t find it entertaining anymore, but this was a different one, a unique one, a work I want to consume and know more about, the anime wasn’t enough, I’m planning to read the manga, and most of all, I’m excited to read the novels, please Asagiri keep painting a world I want to be part of

[acewriter]

Maple Leaf Espresso, flash fiction

Flash Fiction... Thursday. Turkey Day ed.

Words: 641

The cafe is abuzz during a major autumnal holiday. The staff put on their best customer service faces like makeup. They serve customers with orders both large and small, as if it's a regular Thursday morning. And most of the customers act like the children they bring in.

Some of the customers are sleep deprived writers who are insomniacs and need to escape that deep tired feeling. While others are on their way to a big turkey day function and need their fix right now. Still others bring in anxious dogs that look like their trying to escape the noisy box that won't stop making sounds and smells.

The staff are diligently working around each other, tired much like the insomniacs but for much different reasons. The register picks up the phone and asks for the person on the line to hold on a minute while they take the front-facing customer as quickly as they order. The customer is amazed at how great they are at multi-tasking. The barista thanks them and tells them their total. They ordered a Pine pistachio espresso shot and a began sausage sandwich. It's $15.75 or something along those lines.

"I've got a vanilla mocha for Ashleigh!" cries out one barista.

The customer sits down at their seat and brings out a book to read while fighting off exhaustion. They've been up for hours already and it's only 9 in the morning. It wasn't their choice. They have diabetes and wakes up to go to the bathroom all the time. It's affected their sleep lately and can't go back to sleep no matter how many comfort shows they watch.

"I've got an iced creme fresh latte for Mike, and a Pumpkin pie Frappuchino for Ike!" shouts another.

They hear their name and get up. The Pick-Up table is clear as they approach. But they aren't fast enough, as other people cut in front of them to get their own drinks that aren't actually their yet. These impatient customers have the same blank stares as the seagulls with the "Mine? Mine!" catchphrase from Finding Nemo. They snatch up the food and drink like a gecko's tongue; they anticipate when the cups and bags are laid down and then go in for the snatch, proclaim what is their's, and run out the door.

The sleep-deprived customer waits for the Seagull Girlies to fly away and grabs their own things, thanks the baristas, and sits down. The baristas move on to the next oddly named drink.

"There's a pup cup and a gingerbread Americano for Stephven!" The baristas no longer care how you spell your name. This is how they have fun now.

There are customers in purple shirts and numbers safety-pinned on their shirts. They wear shorts and running shoes. All the cool kids are wearing running shorts, cozy cotton socks drooping around their ankles, and mustard colored Chuck Taylors that don't match the purple shirts.

They also bring in the children that see chip bags and assorted snacks at their eye level. The kids cry when the chips are taken away and put back and told "Sweetie that's not yours." Then they snatch the bag like the seagull girlies at the Pick Up table.

"I've got a biscuits and gravy sandwich for A Delle!" says the one punny barista.

Honestly, some customers think the baristas make up the names because they know that the only names that matter are the misspelled ones on cups and bags.

"I have a Diet Dihydrogen Monoxide with whip and red dye number 9 and a croissant for Staciee!"

Today is Thanksgiving Day in the United States. And most people are only thanking their families. They don't know why, it's just a thing they do every year because tradition demands it. The baristas are thankful to get off work at 1pm today. The lonely insomniacs are thankful they have a place to hang out and be introverted for the day.

[vwritesaus]

For ask game, 5., 7., 9. & 10. & 12. 🤍

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hey lovely!! i assume this is for the procrastination ask game hehe thanks for sending them in ♡

5. ⚠️Which wip your most likely to finish or update next?

ahhh probably the final chapter of dear christopher! it's sitting there staring at me and begging to be finished. after that, i'm not sure which one will be next 🤔 there's plenty to choose from, that's for sure ahaha

7. 🖍Post Any sentence from your wip

okay given i've posted plenty of ch5 snippets already, i'm gonna take a leap and give you another sneak peek into a future scene in timeless ✨

      ‘Hi, Alastair. Alright?’       ‘Yeah. You?’       Thomas smiles sheepishly at him. ‘Ahh, I’ve got a bit of a headache, but I’m alright otherwise.’       Alastair snorts and says dryly, ‘That’s what you get for drinking so quickly.’       ‘I was nervous!’ Thomas cries as he drops into the chair next to Alastair and dumps his bag by his feet. Alastair would panic about the fact that this is the first time they’ve ever sat together like this but Thomas continues with, ‘I’m not a party type, and I’m not fond of crowds, so when I’m in situations like that with a bunch of strangers, I… well, I either spend my time eating like a horse or drinking whatever gets put into my hands.’       ‘That’s very dangerous,’ Alastair scolds. Then he smiles. ‘You’re an introvert?’       Wincing, Thomas mutters, ‘Yeah… sort of.’

yes i'm aware it's more than a sentence, and so what?

9. 🤔What’s a story you’d love to write but haven’t even started yet?

oh geez, there's a ton of those! thomastair in their thirties and forties, more missing scene fics from canon, and i'd like to dip my toes into writing other ships/characters too like herondaisy, arianna and gracetopher - not to mention our TID gang (ESPECIALLY sophideon, my beloveds ♡). oh and more aus of course, because i wouldn't be living up to my username if i didn't want to write those ahaha

10. 🤡How many Wips are you actively working on?

the clown emoji is so fitting here 😭 guys, you don't understand. it's not only tsc/tlh i have wips for. it's hq!! ones too. i don't even want to count how many of those i've got well over 40, give or take, probably more. that's just me guessing tho.

as for tsc/tlh, i've got 12 going at the moment + 1 i haven't started writing yet send help

12. ❤️Not a question, just a second kudos to send.

you are so sweet !!! thank you thank you thank you for all your support ;;;; it means so much ♡

writers to procrastinate working on your WIP(s) asks

[pick-and-shovel-laborer]

15 Questions For The Writer

1. Are you named after anyone? My mother named me after the guy in Carly Simon's song "Jesse"

2. When was the last time you cried? I think my father's funeral (July 2021)

3. Do you have kids? Nope.

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot? Sometimes

5. What’s the first thing you notice about people? Stature/How they carry themselves and their body language. I'm very introverted so I watch and listen before I ever engage and so I typically see body behavior first.

6. What’s your eye colour? Brown

7. Scary movies or happy endings? Either one.

8. Any special talents? Writing, drawing to some degree, standup comedy, improv

9. Where were you born? Queens, NY

11. Have you any pets? None currently.

12. What sport do you play/have played? I used to play a little basketball; also took martial arts lessons as a kid though I never got too far.

13. How tall are you? 6'0

14. Favourite subject in school? Art

15. Dream job? Professional comic book artist/cartoonist, like Carl Barks and Don Rosa

tagging: anyone who wants to do this

tagged by: @shadowzgather

[farever]

Another mid July of hers

When I was thinking about this day, the word "suddenly" came to mind. "Wow, suddenly it's 26," I muttered. But then I realized that it was actually not a sudden thing that happened. that being this whole 26-year-old self was actually slowly happening since I was 25, 24, 23, and so on. That this self is such a constantly growing being, day by day, year by year.

I thought I was conscious enough of that, to live in the moment and embrace everything I have now. But it turns out the journey of being conscious is not happening in a day, week, month, or even a year, and then there you are living your best life consciously. It's more like a recursive lesson that life will teach you again and again in different styles without knowing where the finish line lies.

So many changes have been happening since the last mid-July. I finally got my second degree, landed my first job, got the second one, and even went across another continent I've never visited before to see how it was competently managed in a particular p.o.v. of mine. So many indelible moments happened, though, of course, they will always come with consequences in a bundle.

I thought I was good at learning something new, but there were times where I kept reading a paper for a week only to find out that I barely understood half of it the week after. There were times I spent hours just to find out one stupid error in my code could actually be solved easily by some random IT guy on stackoverflow ages ago (lol). Sometimes I cried, deep diving again into Dunning Kruger's valley of despair for the umpteenth time. Sometimes I think I am not capable of doing what I'm doing right now, but I remind myself again that this is a long-life learning process that I have decided to walk on, despite the seemingly endless list of fears I have had throughout this life.

Those endless lists of fears I had throughout this life.

If a phrase could depict the past six months of my life, it would be "to let go of fears, one at a time."

Since April, I finally decided to try an activity I probably feared the most as an introverted person: deliver speeches in front of people in English. It was challenging, yet surprisingly, I enjoy the process quite a bit: meeting new people, preparing & practicing for a speech (though it's hard as hell), and taking on some roles. Sometimes I think, Why have I even tried this hard to do something I do not really like? The answers are still hidden somewhere, waiting to be found some time later. But one thing I know for sure is that letting go of this kind of fear will put me at ease and allow me to keep on walking towards my dreams.

The same thing goes with these writings I kept for years. I finally decided to unearth them, to let go of fears I have against the possibilities of being read and known for my thoughts and feelings scattered everywhere on this microblog. I will let go of fears to be seen through the imperfections captured word by word—inconsistency, grammatical errors, anything you name it. This amateur, casual writer's indeed imperfect and will never be.

I have seen mid-July in different lights throughout the decades. One time it was like a blooming season; most awaited and felt so special. Other times it was just like another average, undocumented day in my life. But this time, I'd like to freeze it, turn it into immortal words that might remind my future self of all the precious learning and unlearning processes life has brought me to. 

Here's to another mid July He wants us to have, Far.

[unioncolours]

Hello my friend 🥰

For writing asks, I’d like to request 4, 19, 26, 28, and 35 ❤️

Thank you for joining the

[Yet Another] 'Questions for Fic Writers'

game 🥰

4. How do you channel characters' voices and personalities?

This comes actually very natural to me, it is hard to explain. I think it relies a lot on extrovertism vs introvertism, and social dominance vs social submission in the way the character speaks. I am aware that I make the conscious choice of toning down canon ways of speaking, like for example the use of "troublesome" for Shikamaru (and Shikadai), because it feels in my context weird. So yeah, I use their personalities in context and I assume it works.I have recieved critique on Shikadai, where people have said I make him too aggressive, but in the contexts of those scenes he isn't "too aggressive/OOC" and I stand by my choices to make Suna pop out in him more than the anime shows 😤

19. What's the most unusual or unique setting you've used?

HAHA, everyone who has read my historical aus (When I am Gorgeous and no one cries for unknown soldiers) knows those settings are pretty unusual, especially for the WWII one. When scouting the library of WWII aus on AO3 before and while writing that fic, it was evident the most common setting was set in either London during the blitz or somewhere in Germany (often civil settlements), and not in a random swamp in the north east of Europe. When I am Gorgeous is set on a specific island which exists for real outside the coast of Finland, so that is pretty specific.

In other AU news, welp, the Witcher AU will be "unique" I suppose, especially since it will be based on the game and not the Netflix series.

Canonverse is a common setting, but I guess the Majsasaurus-made island of Budo Tochi from Labyrinth of Confusion was specific and nice 😋

26. How do you approach plot twists or surprises in your fics?

They come to be in dreams. Haha, not really, but they almost exist there from the beginning, as the beginning point of plotting. In To dance above the Stars, the main character-driven plot point (Inojin) was the first thing I decided about the entire story, the rest came as I tried to justify *why* said plot point would happen.

And about the cliffhangers which turn into surprises, oh man, they just come just as natural as breathing. I just know when to place cliffhangers 😂 I begin to be enough experienced for it to just unfold.

28. What's the most ambitious or challenging fic you've ever written?

In ANY OTHER TIMELINE the WWII fic would not have been as challenging at it turned out to be, but because of real political events and wars and actual real scares it was insanely difficult to stay sane while finishing off the fic, due to which countries were represented in the fic.

I would say Labyrinth of Confusion was challenging too, given how so many different plot points had to unfold realistically and believably and all puzzle pieces make sense. The fic was also 92k long so it was a lot of work.

To dance above the Stars was also challenging given the themes represented, but I prepared well so in the moment I wasn't seeing it as challenging.

35. What do you enjoy most about being a fic writer?

Man, just being able to write for fun. I love writing and am good at it. I've recieved so much love and met so many awesome people that it makes it all so enjoyable 💖

[beevean]

Whisper is an example of why I'm sick of the soft timid Nice Girl archetype in the Sonic franchise in general. If it's not just for meaningless "unproblematic UWU" fluff and easy prime waifu material, then it's for exploiting the shit out of for Misery Porn as you call it. Same reason why I'm not the biggest fan of Fluttershy's characterization later on in FiM. It seems like they only know how to write three sets of female characters: Gurl Boss, hyperactive quirky silly goofball, or Nicey Nicey Girl who's so sensitive they blubber at the sight of a broken twig.

And this might be a far out concept to these writers, but trauma victims actually do other things besides having two modes of being a trembling mess, or mulling and freaking out over what caused it; and like having hobbies and interests.

Whisper is still the best OC in IDW in my opinion, and I think her concept started out sound.

I like the idea of a quiet, introvert fighter. She contrasts Amy (who is bubbly and cheerful and with a temper), Rouge (who is sultry and snarky), Cream (who is polite and naive) and Blaze (who is also an introvert, but she used to be more... prickly lol). Whisper is a nice girl who simply works solo and prefers Wisps to people. That's fair. For as much shit I gave #8 for its awful treatment of Silver, I did like how Sonic told him that she clearly likes to be alone and Silver was not able to relate due to his experiences. Say what you want, but I like that there is variety in the female cast, and Whisper would have fit right in :)

But then noooooo we gotta add DRAMA in our EPIC AND DEEP COMIC! Because only people with PTSD are quiet and introverted, it's not a natural trait of someone's personality! But again, the idea of her having trauma related to the Shadow Androids that lead her to be jumpy around Shadow? Sure, we can work with that. But it's never really fully relevant, we never see her acting irrationally around Shadow, it's all fodder for misery porn because HEY YOU LIKE TO SEE HER CRY AND SNARL? HERE YOU GO, ONE TERRIFYING FACE EVERY 5 ISSUES! #deepwriting

By the time she snapped at Jet because he wouldn't shut up, it wasn't even "OOC is Serious Business" anymore. That's all she does, she cries and shouts and suffers for the sake of suffering.

Whisper didn't need to be the woobie girl ripe for Tangle to accidentally disrespect comfort. She was fine as her own character.

[shadowzgather]

15 Questions For The Writer

1. Are you named after anyone? Nope.

2. When was the last time you cried? Day before yesterday. Got some really bad about a YouTube I follow about Snake content named Brian Barczyk who is fighting cancer. Really heart wrenching 💔 😢

3. Do you have kids? Not unless you count too snakes as children.

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot? Yes, but not maliciously. I always make sure people know when I'm being sarcastic too.

5. What’s the first thing you notice about people? Stature/How they carry themselves and their body language. I'm very introverted so I watch and listen before I ever engage and so I typically see body behavior first.

6. What’s your eye colour? Blue-grey

7. Scary movies or happy endings? Both. I've a fondness for horror from my childhood but I also like a happy ending.

8. Any special talents? I can sew, I'm an artist that can draw decent enough. I was decent singing and music skills. I have a few others that I won't list here too because the internet.

9. Where were you born? Tacoma, Washington in the USA.

11. Have you any pets? Two snakes. One you see me post every so often. I also have several others I have laid to rest over the years that I love dearly to this day. They included: 2 dogs, 3 cats, a parrot, 5 rats (ironically my first rat WAS named Sparky) and a savannah monitor lizard.

12. What sport do you play/have played? I actually hate most sports. The only ones I have ever enjoyed were Boxing, MMA and Wrestling and only as a participant, watching has always been boring to me. I recently have gotten into Iaido, Kendo and Kobudo.

13. How tall are you? 5"4

14. Favourite subject in school? Art, though Drama, Choir, Japanese and History are close behind.

15. Dream job? Comic/Manga artist. It has been a dream I had for a very long time. It isn't about the money or influence or anything, but more about my love of the medium and how it combines drawing and storytelling. It also has a deeper meaning to me that is more personal, so while I don't think I'm good enough to be a Comic artist, it will always be my dream.

tagging: @nebula-drcams @pick-and-shovel-laborer @emptypassicn @heedingcalls @thcsevoices and anyone else that wants to steal this.

tagged by: @therealdarkwingduck

[tiredly101]

The past can hurt part 2

Pairing: Wally Darling x Writer!Male reader

New Neighbor Masterlist

Illustrated Au, picture done by @kandavers. Hey peeps, I love the art of this person that I tagged so please show them some love because their drawing style of so cute! Alright peeps, ready for more flashback depression?

By the way I apologize for taking so long to update since studies and work have been crazy these couple of months (?)

1973

M/n and Wally have been married for almost a year now but M/n couldn't get a dream out of his head lately and that dream pictured a lot of things... things M/n could only hope wouldn't happen. M/n sights and quietly gets up from the bed and heads to his typewriter and quietly starts typing away his dream.

Misery befell the town, cries of a past life haunted the insides of the house that lived in the middle and murmurs of friendship flew with the wind as well as true love forgotten in the back of the shadows of said house. Perhaps it was always meant to stay that way? Perhaps it was always meant to be the last man standing with a broken heart and without a live of his own, always like a puppet following the orders in a blind manner? Perhaps so... perhaps the fault alone is of the love that blinded him to said point or maybe it's the fault of the woes that the destiny kneed but alas, the last man standing will stay on his knees in front of a window; cursing the day that his love faded into ash...

M/n looked at the text he wrote and sighted again before gasping in shock when he saw the eye of Home just staring at him without making a peep to communicate.

"I suggest you stop writing... for your own and Wally's sake" Home creek and banged quietly making M/n's eyes widen before silently typing in the paper before looking back at Home who narrowed it's eyes before looking away.

"And so... the love will fade into ash because of Home's greedy rule and the last man standing will have no choice but to obey"

Du-du-da! It got angsty real fast didn't it? I hope this update was good and after this we got two more which are the finale!

Tag list:

@farleyis @whynot5243 @fluffyart5000 @blueberricowboi @bonesbonesbonesuponbones @who-let-me-write-this @pr5is1ng @just-random-post @smiling-carcass @nettaw @sleepyscxry @theorchardcollective @thelostboys11 @darling-w @ametistacollinsworld @vampyrefay @cloudeecheer @lacunaanonymoused @waywardstardustcollector @welcome-home-puppets @redjeanjacket @fried-lotud @waywardstardustcollector @frindtheshapeshifter405 @lotusflowerexe @sleepyscxry @the-gayest-toad @mythjustiice @backyard-bear @beu-is-here0 @just-random-post @fic-fortress @elegantkidfansoul @eyesarefun @one-green-frog @beu-is-here0 @waywardstardustcollector @24-7lazy @azyimnothere @fluffyart5000 @chesterthejester12-blog @redjeanjacket @curiosityscrewedthatcat @gyaruthegory @azul7127 @unstable-and-introverted @seraphlies @akito-chan @myperfectpeachbouquet @darlingclown101

[themswritinwords]

Writer Q&A

Playing along with an open tag from @words-after-midnight. Following tradition to leave this as an open tag!

RULES: Use this picrew to make yourself and answer the questions!

Three fun facts about me:

I have sight-sound synesthesia, meaning I see sounds. (Rather, sounds and color/shape/direction register on the same 'wavelengths' for me, so each sound corresponds to a color, shape, direction, point in space, etc. It's hard to explain. Makes me really good at recognizing voices.)

Despite writing primarily spooky stuff and horror crossover, I am a big ol' weenie about scary things and have seen a grand total of 2 "horror" movies in my whole life. The Ring (aka baby's first horror/thriller) and A Quiet Place (does this even count?). Both gave me asthma attacks and nightmares, I stress-cried during both, and nearly wet myself. I don't even do creepypastas. And yet, my writing.... Make it make sense lol

I'm the only person I know who is deathly, anaphalactically allergic to sunflower products, aka the stuff they use to make everything hypoallergenic because it's so non-reactive for literally everyone else on the planet.

Favourite season: tied between Spring and Autumn

Continent where I live: North America

How I spend my time: Parenting mostly (you can find my child's antics tagged as "adventures of bean" over on my personal @deadmomjokes), and writing of course. But aside from that, cooking, gardening, arts and crafts (done poorly), and getting entirely too much wanderlust for someone who also travels like an overripe peach in all forms.

Are you published?: Alas, not yet

introvert/extrovert: introvert, but I get Extra Weird if I don't see people anyway

favorite meal: traditional thanksgiving food- turkey, dressing, green beans, sweet potatoes, rolls, all of it.