#dwelling cards

[ravenmoodle]

mE WHEN I GET YOU

[newty]

🍯 author you know

🌻 least favourite character / hardest to write

🌷 writing achievement you want to brag about

summertime writers' asks

🍯 author you know

im the only person on this planet who knows andré tellier, other than my fc mates and coworkers who are constantly bombarded with the misadventures of my lil wet meow meow man. its still a mess but behold:

https://andretellier.com/

🌻 least favourite character / hardest to write

i havent written a character i disliked using in a while.... sometimes i get a bit stuck when im writing a friend's oc tho, bc i wanna represent them well and give them a fun setting/concept. allen, jorge, and the rest of jillian's spouses in my mafia, vigil, are super difficult to write since i lack a firm plot for them. they have many vibes, quirks, and conflicts that are interesting, but not enough to be able to write them on demand like my ishgardians.

🌷 writing achievement you want to brag about

honestly i still cant believe i wrote my thesis. i can see all the issues with it now (took years to find the strength to look at it again), but i really put everything my dying brain could muster in undergrad to complete it. i had no idea what i was doing, wanted to tear my hair out when my thesis director had me rewrite my prospectus 5 times, and submitted it while crying that i needed more time.

it was abt siegfried sassoon. he wrote abt wwi constantly, so he would revisit, rewrite, and recontextualize the same event in different formats & with different life perspectives. i analyzed the way his language for describing trauma changed as he aged & developed his voice. then i put his techniques into practice by writing a first person (the real HORROR) epistolary wwi story.

and then i got an a+. and was nominated to join phi beta kappa for it. my director had nothing but good things to say, and she was awed by how immersive my wwi diction was while my analysis of sass convinced her that he was much more than what she'd been teaching in her 1-day segment on the war poets. when i find my notes tearing apart his poems, diaries, fiction, and memoirs, i cant believe how smart i was

[kingspuppet]

Kind of a life update I suppose?? If anyone cares for that sort of thing. For the last two weeks all I've really done is play Spla///toon and haven't had the desire to accomplish much else in my free time asdfghjklkjhghjkl But honestly as much as I'd also love to accomplish more things I enjoy, like writing being the big one, it's actually really nice to just do something I enjoy like this again. This past year has been difficult, but the last six months have been really hard on me mentally. All the sudden I just didn't feel good. My OCD became really challenging to deal with and because of it my depression was taking that hit making me feel excessively low. I had no energy or drive to sit and do anything I actually wanted to do (gaming, reading, writing, art, etc.) But a few weeks ago I impromptu decided I wasn't gonna take my adderall anymore because I had started really taking it around the same time all this started and since then I actually feel a lot more like myself, or at least the me from before taking it. Yeah my focus is a bit shot and because of it my hyperfixation has just been playing one singular game. But I'm just so glad that I can do something I enjoy again and that I actually want to do it. All that being said, activity is still gonna be pretty slow as I try to regain my bearings (both for writing and communicating OOC). I feel like I was living in a weird fog state for the last several months and I'm enjoying being able to enjoy things. So I'm gonna take it slow as to not push it. But once again, thanks for everyone being so incredibly patient and understanding. It really means so much to me. I hope you've all been well and much love to you all! 💙

[cas-backwards-tie]

I feel like this is so so personal but idk where else to put it, and… idk if anyone would even bother to listen or have any advice, but I couldn’t sleep last night and despite it being an important day today…

I was up all night thinking, dwelling (something I never do) about the fact that… I feel like I’m losing hope again. At this point, I could probably check my period tracking app and it’d tell me I’m PMSing… okay. But- that’s not the point. All I’ve wanted, for a decade now… (no hyperbole) and what will almost surpass a decade next month, will be to lose my V-card. That’s all I want. I want to be able to be free. To be able to date, to have sex with my friends, to have casual sex, to be used, to get it, to have it, a constant, in my life.

I know the way I look, and maybe that’s part of the reason I want it. Maybe that’s part of the reason why I’ve kept myself from it with the rules I’ve given myself. Whether it’s for protection, purpose, or romance, or trauma, I know that if it isn’t with someone who I’m not ‘in love’ with even loosely as a boyfriend or someone I deeply trust through and through, then… I’ll forever regret it like every other girl that walks the streets these days. I know that anyone can say to throw it away, but it’s been almost half a century waiting and idk what to do, but I truly am feeling hopeless when all I can think of for a New Year’s resolution is that I want to lose my virginity. Like… it feels hopeless, and I hate that feeling the most. I’d give anything to not feel that way.

It just makes me worry even more bc people always talk about how the best ones at their age are taken and if someone’s not, then ‘there’s probably something wrong with them’, and at this point it makes me feel like I’m an incel or something, when that’s the last thing I want to be.

[bomnun]

my glass is so half full of tipco juice honestly

[xannerz]

i feel so frustrated reeEEEE

[dokyeomini]

i like most of my co-workers but ofc theres always one older woman who thinks you're dumb as a rock bc you don't know how to do smth for the first time ever.......

[lizarddiary]

Making friends is so fucking hard man... How do people do it? Do you just like... Talk to other people?? But how do you make that conversation last...? How do you talk a second time, even??

Idk man... Human interactions are hard...

[futurecardbuddyfight]

I headcanon that Elf’s reason for being in is Disaster is because of what tragically happened to his niece / nephew that I just made up and the guilt he feels because of it.  Kids deserve a voice and to be listened to.

[giaderundil]

[imaginesomethingrand]

Bad day can be a good day if you let it (sometimes you have to step away to breathe, to see)

[lovelessactv]

kind of in a rude predicament where i don't want ff9 to be over but i also don't feel like doing any of the side content... just would like for there to be More Of It

[nightofmiracles]

does anybody else ever think about tortuga and how marrow's outfit is the basic one every other military personnel has, meaning tortuga might have died not that long ago before the show went to atlas & marrow might have joined the aceops right afterwards since he didn't even have a tailored uniform yet

[svtswhorehouse]

DATING SEUNGCHEOL INCLUDES…. — sfw

• sugar daddy or boyfriend? (the answer is both.)

• the definition of a REAL MAN. no one has ever treated you with as much respect or given you as much love as seungcheol has.

• you're his pretty little passenger princess and he's your personal chauffeur.

• mom and dad of the group, duhhhh.

• he would drop anything and everything just to give you his undivided attention, no matter how important it is.

• yes. he would still love you if you were a worm.

• he would definitely give you his bank card without a second thought. it would also be linked to your phone, he insists on you using it always and would throw a fit when you don't.

• you would also give him your card at times and he always takes it without a fight, but would never use it.

• would take you out on dates in which you can dress up pretty and maybe dine at a fancy and EXPENSIVE restaurant. don't be fooled though. he also pays attention to the little things so if you're into books, he's taking you to a library themed restaurant. if you like animals, he's booking a ticket to orlando and ya'll are going to the rainforest cafe or something.

• you would never have to lift a finger ever again.

• he would wash your car, fill it up with gas, and take it to go get serviced without any complaints.

• he would burn down the world for you.

• he always puts you first. if he had to pick between you or the company (if they ever made him choose) he doesn't even need to think, it would be you every time.

• also your body guard ! any social gathering ya'll attend, he always has his eyes on you no matter how far away you are from him.

• times in which you do drive yourself, ya'll are definitely the type of couple to have life 360 on each other. he would text you saying to slow the fuck down if you're speeding.

• no matter how much you insist he goes to sleep and no matter how late you're getting home — it could be 4 in the morning, he will ALWAYS wait up for you.

• he has the habit of buying you anything you even slightly mention. he also pays close attention to the things you look at when out shopping together and they would show up delivered to your apartment the next day. he would take the heat from you, but still would continue to spend his money on you.

• when you have a bad day, he is already there with open arms ready to give you the biggest bear hug and shield you from the rest of the world.

• whenever you two go out together, he always has a hand on your back to guide you through crowds or just so everyone knows that you're off limits.

• if you ever lose during game nights with friends or really anywhere, he would do the penalties for you!

• he always makes sure you're on the inside when walking near a street.

• if you ever doubt yourself or feel insecure, prepare for a long serious conversation with lots of tears because he WILL NOT be having any of that. no. not when he thinks you're one of the most beautiful, talented, and honorable people he knows.

• you have never felt so safe and secure than when he's around.

• he will constantly be saying "i love you." definitely the type to call you back immediately if you forget to say it and hang up.

• he has a personal agenda out for revenge against anyone who hurts or disrespects you in any type of way.

• he will be your designated driver for not only you BUT your friends as well during girl's night out.

• he may be competitive, but when it comes to you, he would let you win just so he can see a smile on your face.

• says he CAN'T (won't because he's stubborn) fall asleep if he's not cuddling you.

• he becomes the softest most kindhearted person in the world when it comes to you.

• he gets jealous easily, but he trusts you with his whole heart so he doesn't dwell on it for too long.

• when it comes to arguing, no matter if he was in the right or wrong, he is always the first to apologize. definitely the type to get you chocolate, flowers, and ALWAYS gets you a teddy bear after.

• would make you sit on his back when doing pushups or would give you a piggy back ride when he is doing pull-ups !

• he LOVES when you wear his clothes. you would always find his shirts or hoodies on your side of the closet and be like "hmm, how did this get here?" ask your boyfriend.

• rarely ever calls you by your name. always calls you baby or something cute. he also insists that you don't call him seungcheol. he will pout if you do.

• definitely impressed your parents right off the bat. your family absolutely adores him and your parents treat him like a son.

• he would tease you by giving you a hug when he's all sweaty after practice.

• he INSISTS on picking you up EVERYDAY after work.

[cup-of-starlight-waters]

Okay, let me tell you a story:

Once upon a time, there was a prose translation of the Pearl Poet’s Sir Gawain and the Green Knight. It was wonderfully charming and lyrical and perfect for use in a high school, and so a clever English teacher (as one did in the 70s) made a scan of the book for her students, saved it as a pdf, and printed copies off for her students every year. In true teacher tradition, she shared the file with her colleagues, and so for many years the students of the high school all studied Sir Gawain and the Green Knight from the same (very badly scanned) version of this wonderful prose translation.

In time, a new teacher became head of the English Department, and while he agreed that the prose translation was very wonderful he felt that the quality of the scan was much less so. Also in true teacher tradition, he then spent hours typing up the scan into a word processor, with a few typos here and there and a few places where he was genuinely just guessing wildly at what the scan actually said. This completed word document was much cleaner and easier for the students to read, and so of course he shared it with his colleagues, including his very new wide-eyed faculty member who was teaching British Literature for the first time (this was me).

As teachers sometimes do, he moved on for greener (ie, better paying) pastures, leaving behind the word document, but not the original pdf scan. This of course meant that as I was attempting to verify whether a weird word was a typo or a genuine artifact of the original translation, I had no other version to compare it to. Being a good card-holding gen zillenial I of course turned to google, making good use of the super secret plagiarism-checking teacher technique “Quotation Marks”, with an astonishing result:

By which I mean literally one result.

For my purposes, this was precisely what I needed: a very clean and crisp scan that allowed me to make corrections to my typed edition: a happily ever after, amen.

But beware, for deep within my soul a terrible Monster was stirring. Bane of procrastinators everywhere, my Curiosity had found a likely looking rabbit hole. See, this wonderfully clear and crisp scan was lacking in two rather important pieces of identifying information: the title of the book from which the scan was taken, and the name of the translator. The only identifying features were the section title “Precursors” (and no, that is not the title of the book, believe me I looked) and this little leaf-like motif by the page numbers:

(Remember the leaf. This will be important later.)

We shall not dwell at length on the hours of internet research that ensued—how the sun slowly dipped behind the horizon, grading abandoned in shadows half-lit by the the blue glow of the computer screen—how google search after search racked up, until an email warning of “unusual activity on your account” flashed into momentary existence before being consigned immediately and with some prejudice to the digital void—how one third of the way through a “comprehensive but not exhaustive” list of Sir Gawain translators despair crept in until I was left in utter darkness, screen black and eyes staring dully at the wall.

Above all, let us not admit to the fact that such an afternoon occurred not once, not twice, but three times.

Suffice to say, many hours had been spent in fruitless pursuit before a new thought crept in: if this book was so mysterious, so obscure as to defeat the modern search engine, perhaps the answer lay not in the technologies of today, but the wisdom of the past. Fingers trembling, I pulled up the last blast email that had been sent to current and former faculty and staff, and began to compose an email to the timeless and indomitable woman who had taught English to me when I was a student, and who had, after nearly fifty years, retired from teaching just before I returned to my alma mater.

After staring at the email for approximately five or so minutes, I winced, pressed send, and let my plea sail out into the void. I cannot adequately describe for you the instinctive reverence I possess towards this teacher; suffice to say that Ms English was and is a woman of remarkable character, as much a legend as an institution as a woman of flesh and blood whose enduring influence inspired countless students. There is not a student taught by Ms. English who does not have a story to tell about her, and her decline in her last years of teaching and eventual retirement in the face of COVID was the end of an era. She still remembers me, and every couple months one of her contemporaries and dear friends who still works as a guidance counsellor stops me in the hall to tell me that Ms. English says hello and that she is thrilled that I am teaching here—thrilled that I am teaching honors students—thrilled that I am now teaching the AP students. “Tell her I said hello back,” I always say, and smile.

Ms. English is a legend, and one does not expect legends to respond to you immediately. Who knows when a woman of her generation would next think to check her email? Who knows if she would remember?

The day after I sent the email I got this response:

My friends, I was shaken. I was stunned. Imagine asking God a question and he turns to you and says, “Hold on one moment, let me check with my predecessor.”

The idea that even Ms. English had inherited this mysterious translation had never even occurred to me as a possibility, not when Ms. English had been a faculty member since the early days of the school. How wonderful, I thought to myself. What a great thing, that this translation is so obscure and mysterious that it defeats even Ms. English.

A few days later, Ms. English emailed me again:

(I had, in fact searched through both the English office and the Annex—a dark, weirdly shaped concrete storage area containing a great deal of dust and many aging copies of various books—a few days prior. I had no luck, sadly.)

At last, though, I had a title and a description! I returned to my internet search, only to find to my dismay that there was no book that exactly matched the title. I found THE BRITISH TRADITION: POETRY, PROSE, AND DRAMA (which was not black and the table of contents I found did not include Sir Gawain) and THE ENGLISH TRADITION, a super early edition of the Prentice Hall textbooks we use today, which did have a black cover but there were absolutely zero images I could find of the table of contents or the interior and so I had no way of determining if it was the correct book short of laying out an unfortunate amount of cold hard cash for a potential dead end.

So I sighed, and relinquished my dreams of solving the mystery. Perhaps someday 30 years from now, I thought, I’ll be wandering through one of those mysterious bookshops filled with out of print books and I’ll pick up a book and there will be the translation, found out last!

So I sighed, and told the whole story to my colleagues for a laugh. I sent screenshots of Ms. English’s emails to my siblings who were also taught by her. I told the story to my Dad over dinner as my Great Adventure of the Week.

…my friends. I come by my rabbit-hole curiosity honestly, but my Dad is of a different generation of computer literacy and knows a few Deep Secrets that I have never learned. He asked me the title that Ms. English gave me, pulled up some mysterious catalogue site, and within ten minutes found a title card. There are apparently two copies available in libraries worldwide, one in Philadelphia and the other in British Columbia. I said, “sure, Dad,” and went upstairs. He texted me a link. Rolling my eyes, I opened it and looked at the description.

Huh, I thought. Four volumes, just like Ms. English said. I wonder…

Armed with a slightly different title and a publisher, I looked up “The English Tradition: Fiction macmillan” and the first entry is an eBay sale that had picture of the interior and LO AND BEHOLD:

THE LEAF. LOOK AT THE LEAF.

My dad found it! He found the book!!

Except for one teensy tiny problem which is that the cover of the book is uh a very bright green and not at all black like Ms. English said. Alas, it was a case of mistaken identity, because The English Tradition: Poetry does have a black cover, although it is the fiction volume which contains Sir Gawain and the Green Knight.

And so having found the book at last, I have decided to purchase it for the sum of $8, that ever after the origins of this translation may once more be known.

In this year of 2022 this adventure took place, as this post bears witness, the end, amen.

(Edit: See here for part 2!)

[gremlingottoosilly]

Imagine a Virgin! Reader thinking she outsmarted König by saying “I’m waiting till marriage” so he has a mock wedding in the basement 😭 imagine he kidnapped a priest to do the vows aswell.

In this whole situation, you mostly feel bad for the priest. Honestly, he just drew the worst possible card of being available in town next to Konig's dwelling and not being that cool type of priest who carries a gun. Konig kidnapped him, using the same method as you - and now there are two people stuck in his basement, but only one coming out alive. And fucked, thoroughly. It's kinda your fault - you said that you will never agree to sex before marriage and that you're too pure and innocent to even think about kisses without a wedding band. Konig loves you, obsesses with you - and he appreciates just how pure you are. Compared to his jaded position and cynicism, you're a pretty flower growing in the desert. Konig's heart was broken far too many times, and his years in the military didn't help with being a nice guy either - so, he appreciates his future wife being a faithful woman who values her innocence. Still, he doesn't appreciate it enough for a normal wedding. At least he has some sense in him, not fucking you in front of the priest. Konig drags you to the bedroom in the dumb white dress that he brought specifically for you - it's drenched in blood already since the basement isn't the cleanest place in the house, but he doesn't care. You look good in red. Too good, maybe. Good enough that Konig forces you to get on your back and kneads your ass before lapping at your cunt like a mad dog. He waited for this too long - a few weeks already, when he still thought your resolve could be broken easily. He's glad he waited - the sight of you trembling and crying under him is beyond divine. He wants you, he needs you, and he is so glad he can finally sink into your pussy, feeling your innocence slowly shattering under him. You can cry all you want, maybe loud enough for the priest in the basement to hear - but you can't escape him. Soon he will make you cry and squirm on his cock, moaning from pleasure - and soon you will beg for him to do his husband duties every night, while he is not busy with his other victims.