#i forgot and then i've just been..bleh

[cabysoft]

I might be opening commissions in a bit because one of my guinea pigs has been poorly (she's six years old now, it's to be expected as much as it sucks) and now I'm down about £600

[darkdragon768]

As you've seen I doodle a bit on paper again today but... Idk... drawing traditional didn't quite fill me with joy. Like, I was just doing it to make time go by. Or maybe it's just because I wasn't too fond of what I drew.

[1shouldbedoinghomeworknow]

NOTES GAME!

highly doubt this will get more than maybe 10 notes but bleh

1 note- drink water done!

5 notes- add all my moots on my intro post Done!

10 notes- a single, proper exercise session Done!

20 notes- clean table Done!

25 notes- clean fish tank (already clean, just need a reminder for the next time) Done!

50 notes- find a new skill/ hobby done!

75 notes- work on a drawing (I need motivation pls) Done!

100 notes- work on my hobby without giving up immediately somehow, done

250 notes- set up a proper schedule (basically, get my life together) done!

550 notes- finish every single holiday assignment I have

700 notes- Actually get my life together

i'll add any other goals i need to do later

tagging my peeps

@cartaline @fishteeth0 @c0nstantlyscreaming @avaparation @kupalinka6 @toastedjam @aetea-the-sappho @phallusmagnificus @palirmo95 (please get a new pfp you look like a bot, and reblog stuff too) @desperately-seeking-myself @tamilhobbit @anomymous1 and anyone else who wants to join/ I forgot to tag

Edit: NOOOO, I'VE BEEN DEFEATED!!! HOW TF DID THIS GET 100 NOTES WITHIN ONE DAY????

anyways it's nearly 11 so I can't work on those right now but I promise I'll work on all of it asap!

Edit no. 2: you may have defeated me once, but I'm not done yet! New goal!

Edit no. 3: HOW DARE YOU TRY TO HELP ME GET MY SHIT TOGETHER? I'VE BEEN DEFEATED YET AGAIN!!!!!

Edit no:4 perhaps this is for the best, new goal yall!

Edit no 5: I don't know if I'll be able to do all the hw in one day but I'll try! Thanks everyone

[iridescent-solstice]

When a ray of warm sunshine stirs you awake hours later, you're surprised to see Asra right beside you. He's wide awake. But you? . . . you're not.

Grumbling under your breath, you pull the blanket over your head- Er heads with a huff.

He laughs melodically with his affectionate gaze fixed upon on you. The blanket only does so much to shield you from the bothersome blazing sun. But its good enough for now. You can still make out his features if you squint. "So not even the sun is allowed to stare at me now?" You nod pulling him even closer with a simple breathless "yeah."

You feel his mouth curl into an amused smile at that as his eyes wrinkle in delight. "I didn't take you for the jealous type my love." He teases with a gentle poke to your nose. "First you get upset at customers spending too much time with me, and now you're upset at the sun." Pouting you shove your face even closer to Asra's, "mhm or mayyyyybe i've always been the greedy type and you just forgot about it with all your constant traveling." You joke holding him even tighter. The distance between you two gradually decreasing. He scoffs almost offendedly with a playful look in his eyes. "Me? forgetting something about you? Nooooo way, you've just gotten really good at hiding things from me." It's your turn to laugh now as he tangles his fingers in your hair with a vexed expression. "I'm wounded with your accusations sweetheart." You grin. "I guess you should . . . prove me wrong no?" You say smugly trying to bait him.

The smirk on his face when he pulls you under him is more than enough of a response. "Is that what your plan was all along? To trick me into taking you to Nopal so I could be all yours?" He badgers you on. "Depends." "On what?" " . . . Is it working?"

Bleh my writing has gotten rusty

[ouiouimochi]

happy super belated birthday to bbgurl abyss ( I deffo didn't just learn it and decided to write rn-)

I've had this prompt in my brain for a while so at least hey it's gonna be out now

warnings: a bit long (would need part 2), not fully proofread, and poopy writing. a bit messy. not everything I put in here is canon compliant since there's a lot of things I'm unsure of, like if he was born into only a normal commoner household or what— for the sake of plot, he's from a noble family

apologies in advance since it's been a very long while since I last wrote anything past prompts

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synopsis : you met abyss at a masquerade ball after a small stunt you pulled and basically dragged him into it. so you promise to make it up to him the next time you meet

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• abyss was wondering why his parents decided to drag him to a masquerade ball for high society all of a sudden when they don't even treat him as normal person at all

• they reasoned that they have to keep up with appearances of being a harmonious family even after how they treated him all this time

• they also strictly instructed— more of commanded— that he never take his mask of in fear that people would judge and criticize their family

• so here he was, in a completely unfamiliar environment

• despite being surrounded by people who wore masks like himself, he felt out of place

• not belonging in the event, never in society

• that's why he's alone in the peaceful back garden of the venue, basking under the blanket of stars as the bustle can be faintly heard in the background

• the boy walks around near the balcony of where the ballroom was, hoping to witness a semblance of lost belonging from hearing and observing the event from a distance

• clicking of heels quickly approached the end of the balcony overlooking the garden

• “my lady, please cooperate just this once!!” a panicked and exhausted voice of an adult exclaimed from the further side of the terrace from abyss

• “bleh!”

• it happened so fast that abyss barely reacted in time

• he never expected that the owner of the heeled footsteps earlier would recklessly jump down from the balcony

• while the girl was mid air, the two made eye contact— well it was obvious they were looking at each other even with their masks on

Surprise was evident on both of your countenances— your and abyss’ masks doing nothing to hide it. You actually had a spell prepared to smoothen your landing but you really didn't expect your escape route to have a person, so you kind of just forgot about the spell. Before both of you knew it, you directly flew— well landed on the poor boy as he barely managed to at least catch you before you both can get seriously hurt.

However, due to the abruptness, Abyss loses balance and you both land on the floor as the boy groans in pain.

“My lady!!!!” The same voice from earlier cries as footsteps quickly approached the railings of the balcony.

You panicked a bit at that and swiftly pulled the blue haired boy into the thick shrubbery

Abyss was a bit startled, almost releasing a yelp but you immediately covered his mouth up just in time. Right above where you two were hidden, your attendant cries to herself— muttering something about being dead meat if your father finds out.

Then the sounds of hurried footsteps faded away from your earshot, your attendant leaving to search for you, opting for a safer route.

You let a few seconds pass by before allowing yourself to conclude that the coast was clear. Releasing the unknowingly tight grip you had on the poor light blue haired boy’s mouth.

You breathe out a sigh of relief. Feeling a sense of accomplishment from a successful(?) escape once again.

You face the unsuspecting victim of your little stunt, quickly making an observation. He was quite tall and lean with long, light-blue hair pulled up into a high ponytail. Your eyes then quickly scan his face and immediately mentally comment on how pretty he is. He also seemed to be around your age.

He looked stunned— understandably so. Who in their right mind would jump off the second floor balcony just like that and pull a random bystander to hide with them?

Apparently, you would. Maybe not even in the right mind.

You laugh a bit, finding the situation a bit funny in the moment. You did feel bad for accidentally dragging him into your shenanigans though.

Picking up the fallen objects on the ground before standing up, you then offer the boy a hand which he wordlessly accepts as he stands up as well. Both of you dust yourselves off.

You were running out of time, so you also had to make the interaction quick.

You belatedly introduce yourself like how nobility would as he returned the greeting with his own name as well— albeit barely managing to stammer it out.

“Abyss, huh? I'd really want to apologize for dragging you into this since I only acted on impulse. You must have been surprised.”

Surprise was a huge understatement, to say the least, but Abyss nodded. It was the best he could do, having no experience interacting with people other than his parents, much less a girl.

You bring out a pocket watch and bit your lip upon checking the time. You really had to leave if you wanted to catch up to the auction being held nearby.

You look at Abyss, “I'd like to apologize once again, but I really have to leave. I promise to make it up to the next time we meet.”

You quickly hand him his mask that you picked up earlier from the ground then pulled out a cloak seemingly from nowhere. You then summoned a portal big enough for yourself from the ground.

You turn back to the light-blue haired boy as you put the cloak on, “‘til next time, pretty boy!” before jumping into the portal you made. It disappeared the moment the top of your hood got inside.

Meanwhile, the silence and isolation might've been serving Abyss better than earlier as he was completely red in the face.

First, he was angry at himself for having his ugly feature be seen by a noble lady due to him not noticing that his mask fell off. Then next, she hurries in leaving and complimented him— making him embarrassed. Lastly, he realises it's the first time someone directly saw his cursed Evil Eye and not even as much as bat an eye or comment on it.

He went through multiple emotions in such a short while that he was having whiplash.

Abyss didn't hate the experience at all. If anything, he might've been holding on to the hope that they'd meet someday and he can have someone who'll treat him like a normal person.

He stared at the mask in his hands before looking up at the sky, wanting for his hope and wish to come true even if it would take a while. He'd be willing to wait for that moment to come.

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Part 2 - Part 3

[crescentmoonsandroses]

Inktobertale Day 14: A kind heart in a diabolical body

Idk man, this is the first thing that came to mind.

No colour because I've been working on this for hours and I've been having a bit of a day and I just realised I forgot to lunch, I should probably do that, gee I wonder why I'm feeling bleh.

Ink!Sans belongs to Comyet. Dreamtale belongs to Joku.

[halucynator]

Hi Sweetie ~~ ✨

Please can I request a fic based on Nonsense by Sabrina Carpenter? Any Slytherin boy will do 🤣 I just need fluff in my life~~ 💞

No worries if not x

Nonsense

I'm lazy so this is the second part of Someone Will Love You Better lmao. I think it fits. Part 1 is here.

Also I'm so sorry! I didn't even notice that I got sent this! Idk how long it's been in my inbox but if it's a long time I'm SO sorry!! Hope you like it xx the red italic writing are the lyrics xx the lyrics are edited to suit the text (ofc)

Pairing: Mattheo Riddle x fem!reader

Warnings: implied smut (like 3 words?), kissing, not proof read, I think that's it

Summary: based on the song Nonsense by Sabrina Carpenter.

It had been a couple of weeks since you and Draco had broken up. You had to face Mattheo which was easier than expected.

Think I only want one person in my dorm. I might change your nickname to don't leave me alone. Said you like my eyes and you like to make em roll. Treat me like a queen now you got me feeling thrown. Those were the words that clouded your mind as you saw the love of your life.

Who could you possibly be talking about? The answer stood right in front of you. Mattheo Riddle. You'd liked him since forever. Well, since you'd known him which was after you started dating Draco. And to your delight, HE asked YOU out a week ago because Draco told him you liked him. Crazy, right? Here you thought you'd have to make the first move.

I guess he liked you just as much as you liked him. However, one think he didn't like was PDA.

But he was so hot and you couldn't help yourself, when he got close to you. And so he was forced to partake in any public display of affection and he grew to not mind it as much. It was you, after all. And he'd do anything for you.

Your tongue went numb around him, and made you sound like a complete idiot constantly making it sound like you were saying unintelligible words such as bleh blah blee.

You didn't want no one else, you were in too deep.

"Here's a lil letter I wrote. It's about you and me." You handed him a love letter, your cheeks the deepest shade of crimson.

He smiled, like a full one, which was a rare occasion. Usually he settled for subtle smiles. So subtle, you couldn't be sure if it was a smile.

Inside the letter the following words were written:

I'll be honest. Looking at you got me thinking nonsense. Cartwheels in my stomach when you walk in. And when you got your arms around me, oh, it feels so good I had to skip a passage because otherwise this letter would be too long. I think I got an ex but I forgot him. And I can't find my chill, I must have lost it. I don't even know I'm talking nonsense. I'm talking all around the clock, I'm talking hope nobody knocks, I'm talking opposite of soft, I'm talking wild wild thoughts.

Love

Your princess,

Y/n

Mattheo laughed as he shook his head. "You didn't have to write it down! I already know I'm irresistible."

"you've gotta keep up with me, I've got some young energy. I caught the L-O-V-E, how do you do this to me?"

"Do what love?" Mattheo asked.

"around you I get butterflies. But I can't help myself when I get close to you. Baby my tongue goes numb. Sounds like bleh blah blee. I don't want no one else. Baby I'm in too deep."

He kisses your lips and hands you a letter.

"Here's a lil letter I wrote, it's about you and me." He says grinning as you open the letter.

And surely enough the letter had the following words written:

I'll be honest. Looking at you got me thinking nonsense. Cartwheels in my stomach when you walk in. And when you got your arms around me, oh, it feels so good I had to skip a passage because I don't want to keep you too long. I think I got an ex but I forgot him. And I can't find my chill, I must have lost it. I don't even know I'm talking nonsense.

Love,

Someone who you don't want to leave you alone,

Mattheo Riddle.

"This love catchier than chickenpox is. I think your dorm is where my other sock is. Woke up this morning, thought I'd write you a letter. Wanna take a quiz?" You asked

"Sure. What about?" Mattheo questioned.

"how quickly can you take your clothes off pop quiz." You chuckled.

"You're adorable, you know that?" Mattheo said as he kissed your cheek.

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A/n: hope you like it as much as I did writing it! It's kinda short! Request again anytime love 💗 again I am super sorry for the wait !

[swanimagines]

Hi :)

I just want to say that I love your work and am so sorry about your mental health (I can sympathise❤️). I know it is much, much easier said than done, but please try and give yourself as much grace as you can - with both writing and life.

With writing, it is ok to fail with it, and I know you want to beat yourself up with it - but experimentation is where you can find things about your style you'd never know.

I'm sorry if I come across as preachy at all, but I wish you well and, once again, adore your work ❤️❤️

I'm so sorry it took this long to reply, I was at my mum's and didn't really check Tumblr during staying there.

But thank you for your comforting words, I'm trying not to beat myself up over not being able to write right now. I have a lot going on irl*, so I guess that also affects my mood and why I feel so stressed about this. Usually, writing is my outlet for these situations, when I'm stressed and have my head full of thoughts, writing makes me calm down. But now I just can't get anything out, no matter what or how I try. I got a suggestion to clear out my inbox a while ago when I last made a post about this, but the problem isn't my requests, I have LOADS of ideas for my requests, and I'm excited to write them, but I just can't get it written the way I wanna get it written. I'm advised to write my own ideas. They have the same problem as my requests. I'm advised to write whatever I can think of. The moment I try, my head just empties itself.

"Hmm what to write, can't think of anything, well if I force myself to write: Horses are green and they eat marshmallows. Uh. I don't know, I just can't think of anything sensible. Even writing this is kinda a struggle because I just? Can't write the way I'd want to, these aren't the thoughts I'd want to write but I already forgot what I was going to write, I thought of that like 10 seconds ago and already forgot. And not to mention that writing this is boring af. I'd much rather to clean a bathroom, bleh."

And it goes on and on and on like that.

*Looooong story and I don't have patience to write it all especially when most of it irritates me a lot anyway, let's just say I was promised something a year ago to happen soon after London but I've had to wait til now because of stuff not dependant on me (the person who would grant me a permission was on a sick leave til July and insists on seeing me on 5th of November before giving the permission and I want to strangle her for that, because I've been forced to wait for 6 extra months because of her sick leave), now it's finally happening next week but I'm still kinda furious about it because a lot of things have been ruined/delayed/cancelled because of it being so late, and I'm terrified this will negatively affect next March. It wouldn't affect it if it happened when I was promised it will happen, but unless some stuff will happen instead attached to this thing that's happening, I'm forced to change my plans for March a quite a bit (mainly meaning I wouldn't be able to get many photo OPs and would have to choose the most important people I want to get a photo OP with, and whose autographs I want) and it would crush me because it's my last convention ever with Shadow and Bone cast and I'll be mopey after that anyway, so a possibility that I may not be able to gather as many memories as I intended at first, and it's because THINGS DON'T WORK like they should and I'm forced to pay for shit service like this... yeah. I'm sure you understand why it's extremely annoying and unfair.

About the "some stuff", I'm HIGHLY doubtful about it because basically it'd mean a bunch of extra money for me to spend every month and I just can't believe that's possible before the institute who's paying confirms it. Everyone around me says it's true and my calculations are 100% correct etc, but like? I just can't believe that before they themselves confirm it. If that's indeed true, then everything is fine and I'll forgive them all their sins because I'd be able to buy more than what my initial plans included. But again, I highly HIGHLY doubt that because that just can't be true unless I'm living in some kind of fever dream, not with this government 😅

[ravings-of-a-mad-scientist]

I think there is something of a story that could be made out of tech no longer being supported by the tech is life supporting

You know what? YES! There is a story to be made out of tech no longer being supported even though it's life supporting! My fuckin emails!

I used to use Windows' default mail app, which sucked. It couldn't work with custom email addresses and was generally janky, but you know what? It was my janky default mail app, because I was too lazy to change it to a better one. Just like with every other default app included with Windows 10 (which I still use even though they came out with a Windows 11 (even though they said they'd never do that (fuckin tryhards)))

But then Windows was all like

"mail app will no longer be supported, please switch to Outlook, bleh".

And that's when my alarm bells started ringing. I knew shit was going down hill. First they took Flash, and now they're after my fuckin MAIL?!? Is nothing sacred???

And what's worse, they had the gall to make *me* do something, and accept change, when I'd much rather be embracing stagnancy. What? Are we too good for the bare minimum all of a sudden?

But, I also knew the deadline was like six months away, so I didn't do shit and forgot about it. Because I have a heavy prescription for A.D.D., a mental disorder which makes it difficult to not put things off until the last minute since I can't think in scales longer than about six days. I am heavily dependant on my calendar app to tell me when to do stuff.

But then it happened. Six entire months had passed, and I finally had to change to Outlook. That made my afternoon a SLIGHTLY more stressful and busy than it'd have normally been, the bastards

But, you know what? There's no point getting angry over that. I think I might have just been too complacent with my old shitty default mail app all that time, and was too lazy and had too many dysfunctioning executives to look for better options. I might never have known what other mail apps could be like until someone gave me that little push. There really is a lesson to be learned here. 😔

And you know what that lesson is?

DON'T EVER FUKIN TRUST WINDOWS! BECAUSE OUTLOOK IS WAY SHITTER AND JANKIER THAN MAIL APP! WHY DID THEY MAKE ME SWITCH TO IT???

It takes forever to open, it also fucked the calendar app because apparently those can't be separate windows anymore so I had to spend like 20 minutes fixing it, then it fucked my wife, and just today it refused to open at all because it FALSELY believed it was already open.

I ended up having to restart my entire ass computer, WITH A FORCED WINDOWS UPDATE, giving me plenty of time to write this post. Haven't slept in 42 hours btw (unrelated). Then Outlook decided to log me out, so I had to find my password to sign back in. Meanwhile, I couldn't do any work because the only thing I needed to do was see my goddamned emails! So I finally get in, and I discovered that apparently that Windows update was updating Outlook, because I had to tell them that NO, I DON'T WANT MY DATA HARVESTED.

All this and for what? Fashionable looking UI design? Compatibility with email handles that don't end with @gmail.com?

What do I look like, some kinda jackass who owns multiple alternate email addresses with custom domains? Custom domains that I've been using an entirely separate web based email service to check since the old mail app wouldn't let me open them, but I was just too lazy to switch over to completely for my primary work and school gmails? Do I look like someone who bought themadscientist@ravingsofamadscientist.com thinking that somehow a *mailing list* would make me INTERNET FAMOUS?

Because yes, I am and I did do that. But you know what? I STILL do all that because I haven't gotten around to putting those emails into Outlook!

YOUR FORCED EMAIL SERVICE MIGRATION ACHIEVED NOTHING! SUCK IT BILL GATES!

[platinumirror]

So Micah's doing okay now? If so, then what about Language? Is he doing any better?

... Okay so fun fact about that.

I actually rewrote Language's story awhile back, because his story is so DAMN old and aged and bad and bleh.

Genuinely I just have to go back to that, fix him up and give him more content. I've just been obviously focusing on one cat more than others.

But! He does have a new current design, kind of. (I say new like this wasn't made in the summer and I just forgot to go back to it. Woops)

[trashboatprince]

Oh i just thought of a prompt idea! Aziraphale trying to write a book? Maybe under estimating how easy it would be?

Hahaha, the massive difference between reading something and writing something.

On with the fic!

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"Angel!" Crowley shouted as he loudly threw open the doors to the bookshop. "You in? Cause I know you are, I can sense your 'goody-goody' angel essence here. Plus, you tend to call me when you're gonna take a little trip or do somethin' for Heaven."

He glanced around, there looked to be more dust than usual, and he could smell the unmistakable scent of forgotten tea cups. Bleh.

Which means that Aziraphale either found a new, ancient tome to pour over for days to make sure he reads every single thing, examines every damn, little detail. Or, he's bookbinding/repairing for a commission and completely forgot about everything else in the world, including answering his blasted phone.

Crowley rolled his eyes and headed right for Aziraphale's work space, and as he got closer, he seemed to pick up on a ticking sound. And a metallic ding, followed by some odd sound, then more ticking.

Gosh, that's a combo of noises Crowley hadn't heard in person in ages, mainly you heard it in movies or TV shows from bygone times. Or, when Aziraphale decided to pull it out of its case and use it because his ancient-as-anything computer just won't cut it.

Peeking into the work space, Crowley found a mess.

Papers everywhere, stacked into what had to be piles of organized chaos, or simply discarded, judging by some of the crumbled up paper balls. And there was Aziraphale, with several cups that may or may not contain mold, glaring as he rapidly typed away at a typewriter that had to be from the 1890s.

Aziraphale growled and yanked out the paper. "No, no! Terrible, all of those were incorrect for the scene! Fine, attempt number fifteen should be it..."

The typewriter suddenly had paper again and Aziraphale began typing away, muttering under his breath.

"Hell's teeth, angel, what's all this about?" Crowley asked, picking up one of the discarded papers. He looked at what was on it, and it seemed to be dialogue between two characters, though the conversation was very prissy, very Aziraphale-like.

Aziraphale squeaked and turned, blinking owlishly behind his little glasses. "Oh! Good... uhh... what time is it, dear?"

"It's 10 in the morning."

"Ah! Right, good morning! Dreadfully sorry, been a bit busy lately."

"I can see that." Crowley tossed the paper aside. "You writin' somethin'?"

Aziraphale looked excited. "I am! I decided that it's about time that I add to the literary world, and not just contribute to it through my reading!"

"So, you're trying to write a book." The demon picked up a few more pages. "This is why I haven't heard from you for over a week?"

"It's been over a week since we had brunch?" Aziraphale blinked. "Gosh, I seem to have been more into my work than I thought."

Crowley snorted, tossing the other papers aside into the mess. Then he stopped, and a big, toothy grin came to him. "Brunch! Oooh! This is why you're writing a book, isn't it? Cause I told you that it's a lot of work for good literature, after you complained about all those annoying books that 'popular' authors these days just churn out every two months! You were all 'It takes time and effort for memorable books, anyone who doesn't just want the next paycheck can do it'."

Aziraphale huffed and fixed his bowtie. "I stand by that, Crowley. And it's true, a love for writing and reading can create amazing stories. And I decided to prove my point!"

"From all this paper, and how pissed you looked when I came in, it's not going very well?"

"Well..." The angel coughed, looking away and back at the typewriter, "it is a work in progress, and not everyone can create a masterpiece on the first attempt! Besides, I think I'm onto something with my story, finally! Inspiration struck me and I've been on a roll, I just have to make sure I get everything right! I will not settle for anything less with this specific plot!"

"Uh huh. And what's it about?"

Aziraphale's cheeks pinked and he tugged at his vest. "W-well, it's a secret, I'm not ready to reveal the plot just yet!"

Crowley grabbed a random page off the pile next to him and cleared his throat. "'It would be the most magical of nights, if one excuses the pun, of course. A chance to show my skills to a real audience, on the West End of all places!' I think I can take a wild guess as to what this-"

The page was snatched from Crowley's hands and Aziraphale shoved it into his vest, hiding it from the demon. His face was red and he looked embarrassed. "It's a secret! No reading!"

Crowley chuckled, shoving his hands into his pockets. "Fine, I'll just have to wait for when it's finally released. You'll have to let me know when it's available, I'd just love to read it." He lowered his glasses to give the angel a wink before snatching up the forgotten tea cups.

"Now, how about we take a little break, Mr. Writer Man. We can do brunch again."

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Aziraphale seems like the sort of writer who won't settle for anything less than perfect if he's gonna write something based on his life. And that magical night in 1941 must be correct!

[shadowhedgehogxoxo]

why are we acting like belinda was childfree(as in people who don't ever want to have kids) this is just part 1 as i will be rewatching to anazlye and better form words because this sucks but i had alot of feelings about this even if i didnt have all the right words for said feelings

Yeah they definitely shoved alot of stuff that doesn't make sense into the show,like poppy. why was she in the story and the engine? I could believe that captain poppy was descended from belinda like we saw with mundy flynn but the same name?

Anyways I've been people complaining about the doctor making her a mother but the thing is she was always going to be a mother whether we believe the whole bullshit that poppy existed all along. Belinda was going to be a mother because we saw her descendant in season 1, I'm pretty sure that was planned because I remember them being like "season 2's companion is guest starring in this episode" they didn't just cast this person after that episode aired. sure she didn't talk about wanting to be a mother but that doesn't mean she was a childfree person (child free as in people who dont want kids not people who just simply dont have kids)

did anyone else feel weird and kinda like "bleh" when kate said "sometimes i think in a way all of us are like your children"(i havent seen anyone bring it up).

Also I loved the interstellar singing contest but than i started thinking about it more. It kinda felt tone deaf to me,we have all these different types of aliens like that one lady singing she i think was pink or white i forgot(she was mostly pink) it kinda felt weird about the racism plot(tho aparantley it was supposed to symbolize something else idk i just saw lots of people bring up palestine in comments and posts on reddit) It felt weird seeing 2 white people who look like your average white person cept they have horns(kinda weird that they were the ones discriminated against when theres literally cat people and whatever that pink lady is) doing this,it felt tone deaf to me because 2 white people becoming terrorists because of discrimination(i really hope you know what i mean because im having a hard time finding the words im feeling about this right now)

[msuseless876]

Introducing my oc today and thought what better way to do it than on her 55th birthday?

Almost forgot to mention while writing, but She's an Oc x cannon character that WOWZA! has more personality than simply just being Murdoc's lady! She has her own story and everything in my own world, but how they met and stuff will be posted idk

I wanna make more, but this is all I got just from being what feels like DEATHLY sick for a week going on 2 and on my period the whole time, so I've just been Bleh.. I'll make more stuff of her.. hopefully, but idk probably won't post until next month like usual.

Sorry if boring or whatever or tldr but whatevs. Peese.

[avxoxo1]

Beaches? & Bitches!

[ Happy holidays, so enjoy this cheesey story] Ex Lovers AU! 2014

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On a radiant summer afternoon, she and Alex had been in Miami for a while, so they decided to head downtown for some beach time. Finding a spot, they began applying sunscreen. "My love, you're so gorgeous," Alex remarked, gazing at her with affection. Sunglasses in her hair, she couldn't stop smiling.

"Thank you, my love," she replied, ensuring she covered his entire face. "Here, let's switch," Alex suggested, taking the sunscreen and spraying her body. Admiring her, he pulled her close, rubbing in the sunscreen. "You're so beautiful," he spoke softly with an affectionate smile.

She kissed his cheek, completely taken by him. "Fuck, you taste like sunscreen, bleh," he laughed. "Let's go to the water! I've waited all day for this!" She ran to the water, looking back every five seconds to ensure he was behind her.

They were a beautiful pair, exactly what she wanted. Then, she woke up.

Heavy thunderstorms filled the sky, and the sound of thunder hit her ears. Glancing at the clock, it was 9:05 PM. She sighed, got out of bed, and her loyal cat followed her to the apartment balcony. "Why was it only a dream..."

"Why, why, why," she repeated, frustrated. "GET OUT OF MY HEAD, TURNER! OH MY GOD!" she screamed with uncontrollable anger that he never left her thoughts.

Looking down, she saw a familiar man with cigarette smoke around him from the building next to her. "Holy fuck," she whispered.

"ALRIGHT—" of course, it was Alex.

She dashed downstairs, still barely dressed, wearing a leather jacket. Experiencing an exciting déjà vu, she wondered why. When she reached him, she paused, looking at him in silence. "Hi," all she could bring herself to say.

Why? Why do I feel this way, she questioned. He looked shocked too. "Do you wanna maybe get a drink?" he asked, echoing the exact sentence from when they first met.

Entering a heated bar, she took off her leather jacket and placed it on her lap. "What's new?" he asked with a familiar grin.

"I'm going to get us drinks. Do you still drink the same beer?" she asked, getting up from her seat. "Yup," Alex replied.

"Hey, I want a blue moon and a rum and coke, light ice," she told the bartender. A random man grabbed her from behind. "Hey, cutie," he said. She turned back swiftly. "Hello? Do I know you?" she asked, leaning on the bar table. Alex quickly appeared behind him, a face screaming "I'm gonna murder you." The random man grabbed her hip. She sat on the table and gave him a hard kick on the chest. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" he said, putting his hand on his chest. She giggled as Alex began to choke the man.

"Wow, Al, you forgot I can't fight for myself?" She continued to giggle as Alex screamed at the man. Eventually, she and Alex got kicked out of the bar, happily walking away, knowing that the man would be in jail for a few hours.

"So, you wanna like sleep at mine? I haven't changed it one bit since you left," Alex suggested. It was true; some of her old clothes were still there, and it smelled like home, with the lingering scent of her cat's fur.

"Well, it's like I never left," she said with a smile, getting a sense of déjà vu around the apartment. That night, it felt like she never left the apartment, tucking into bed with him.

She said, "I love you."

He said nothing back.

As they fell asleep, the sun was rising, leaving them together, pondering what it meant.

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A/N: Hey guys! This was horrificly cheesy but it has been in my drafts for weeks- I originally wanted to write about y/n & Alex at the beach [Specifically Miami beach since im floridian] but then I just went BOOM everywhere- Eventually ill write just y/n & Al at the beach when I get motivation.

Merry Christmas/ Feliz navidad/Maligayang Pasko [Multi language queen]

[xynix-l0ves-him]

What are you usually like in relationships? Romantic i mean.

UHHHHH... Okay so like my past relationships were not rlly the best-

So that's fun-

Idk I was in a few poly relationships, those didn't end up well

Anyways tahts not what your asking 😭

Uhhh it genuinely depends, I've been in relationships where I'm the clingiest human alive, and other relationships where I just run away

It really depends how much I love them ? I was in a few relationships where they kinda forced themself to make me date them so I was rlly distant

But in relationships i actually enjoy im usually clingy, constantly thinking of them, liek buying gifts, sending them legit any photo that reminds me of them. Honestly its just like a rlly good friendship just romantic ?

I haven't been in a relationship in a bit

Actually that's a lie but I don't count that 3 day relationship as a relationship

I'm usually down for anything the other wants to do, calls, photos (NOT NSFW-), yap sessions, making fun of people, anything

Usually I try to seek out their every moment they have free, and I spam a lot. Idk I don't like being left alone 😭

I'll send the most random texts ever just looking for their attention

I WILL SAY , I often forget birthdays, friends, family, my own 😭 I have them on my calendar and I get the notification and then I forget the second the notification goes away

So then people think I just loved bombed them and break up with me WHEN THEY DONT EVEN REMEMBER MINE.

Anyways, I'm good at remembering holidays tho, I have a bad time with remembering to give gifts unless I actively seak out gifts which is very rare because often I hored gifts and then just randomly I give them like 10000 gifts that I forgot to give

Idk, I'm bad at answering questions like these because I've had relationships that are completely different from others

I can like give you the numbers of my ex's or something 😭

Actually no I hate them all

BLEH...

In short if you don't feel like reading that because lord knows I can't keep on topic

Mainly clingy and yearning for attention

OH and I'll sometimes act like a child when speaking out for attention

Sometimes not always, it happens tho

Anyways I need to shut up, also these are very specific questions 😒 ANYWAYS I RLLY NEED TO SHUT UP

[halfbakedspuds]

Thanks to @orion-lacroix for the tag! I was gonna get to it earlier but... life happened and I forgor.

Eto bleh. Anyways.

(Also I'm writing this while incredibly tired, so I'm sorry if my English isn't up to scratch)

Writeblr Questionaire

How long have you had your Writeblr/writing Tumblr?

I've had this Tumblr account since the beginning of lockdown (March/April 2020 by us) and I created it because of a PM Seymour video. I made like one post that has now been banished to the void, then forgot I even had a Tumblr account until about ¿June/July? last year when a friend of mine brought up the idea of using Tumblr to share her writing, and I decided to do the same.

What's one thing you'd like your mutuals to know about you?

Due to reasons that include but are not limited to me barely having time anymore, I have a tendency to sometimes take a while to reply to people on here.

Don't worry if it takes like a week for me to respond, I'm just like that sometimes.

What's your favourite thing about the Writeblr community?

The amount of people who are infinitely more skilled than me that I can learn and take inspiration from.

Which WIPs or Writing Projects have you been Noodling about recently?

I've had a few emotional scenes for the Tempest Prince brewing in my head (plus I have like an hour with nothing to do after every exam I write, so daydreaming it is)

I'm also somewhat noodling for a small game I'm working on as a side project, but that's less story-related and more technical shenanigans at this point.

Do you remember what inspired them/got you started?

Children of the Stars I don't remember exactly what inspired the story aspect, but I know what the setting evolved from. Basically, I was a huge Mass Effect fan in primary school. Actually, I was a fan of Scifi overall but Mass Effect was peak gaming for me back then. Then somewhere along the line I played Bulletstorm and Warhammer 40k: Space Marine, and this half daydream of an Alien Empire locked in an eternal war for survival began to evolve in the back of my head before turning into the first recognisable precursor to Children of the Stars somewhere in late 2021.

Echoes of Shadows was inspired by the game Tails Noir, Six of Crows by Leigh Bardugo, and a Call of Cthulhu campaign run by a friend of mine way back when.

The Tempest Prince was originally conceived of because my first playthrough of Bloodborne coincided with my first reading of the Percy Jackson books.

Is there anything you'd like to see more of on your dash?

Comics and short stories. Look, I don't have time to read a full length book until, like, November again, so a little episodic escape is a nice way to detox from the crap we need to deal with for these exams.

Name any characters you've created: side characters, protagonists, antagonists, characters who've never been written, the first original abomination you pulled from your rear... whatever you like!

Artemis is a Siberian ARX-11 mechanized shock-drop trooper who was deployed in a conflict so violent that future historians in-universe consider it less of a war than a outright cataclysm.

Quite literally, like the humble sea-turtle: she was born feet first into a hell she never asked for.

She's also one of the incredibly few Androids who not only survived the Fall of Earth, but after her inevitable 'death' by running out of fuel sources, she managed to remain intact for another six hundred years before a Union archaeology team found her and her enclave and managed to restore some of them to working order.

How much time- in your best estimation- do you spend thinking about them?

Outside the story of Children of Strife, this also makes her one of the oldest sentient beings in the known universe and technically the great great grandmother of almost all modern Androids and Biosynths.

It's also rumoured that she helped to raise a child orphaned during the fall of Earth who would grow up to be the military advisor of the first Empress, which technically makes her an important theological figure in the (now dying) Imperial cult.

Yes

Who's the most unhinged?

See, I'd say Adrian from Children of the Stars because he has a tendency to just do shit that makes you worry about his safety, but the thing with him is that he is fully aware of what he's actually capable of and is very cautious to not overstep those limits.

Lyanni, However...

One of Adrian's many nicknames for her is Miragran, which is Callistoan for "Big miracle", because that's what it must've taken for her to have not gotten herself killed yet.

Who comes the most naturally for you to write?

The fact that the answer is Adrian Castellan does not speak kindly about my mental health, does it...

Do you ever cringe at them?

How much control do you have over your characters? Do they ever write themselves, refuse to co-operate or do things you didn't expect? To what extent?

Not really.

Well, except for Adrian being a typical 27th century child who has no conception of sexism/racism/homophobia etc. beyond it being a footnote in a half-forgotten history textbook, which puts him in situations where it takes him a minute or two to realise that someone's being a prick to Lyanni.

I'd say I have relatively decent control over them. With the exception of the Haliday brothers in the Tempest Prince, 'cause they speak the same dialect of English as I do but I need to dial it back a bit because what's understandable for us has moments where it barely looks like English to foreigners.

And every so often I need to go back and un-Saffa their lines a bit because guess what? My dialect is annoyingly insistent on manifesting itself in these characters.

Are some less co-operative than others?

The old version of Adrian's character was really damn uncooperative. Like, he kept feeling like he was sitting on a story that he couldn't tell, and that was why he kept feeling like he was acting wrong no matter what I wrote him doing.

His current iteration tells that story in a way, and that element of tragedy playing into who he is has made him a lot more co-operative.

When someone asks the dreaded "What do you write about?" question, what do you usually say?

See, most people who know that I write are either close friends who already know what I write, or don't care enough to ask.

My grandmother, however, did ask the one time. That was also the day I realised that I know absolutely no scifi terminology in my home language.

Do you enjoy people asking questions about your characters and do you have a preferred way of receiving said questions?

Listen, if you wrote the question as a note, folded it into a paper airplane and threw it through my window, I'd firstly be very concerned about how in the nine hells you figured out where I live, then I'd be utterly ecstatic for the rest of the day because someone asked me a question.

I keep all my socials separate, though, so if you have any questions then asks, comments, and reblogs on Tumblr are pretty much the only way to go.

What makes you follow another Writeblr account? Do you follow them as you see them? Scope them out first to make sure you align with its content? Or do you follow based on WIPs or vibes?

Imma be honest there are like two people on here whom I followed simply because I know them IRL, and like three total writeblrs whom I followed first.

Everyone else followed me and I said "Ey, sha'p," before following back.

Do you interact with non-mutuals often?

I try to.

Do your mutuals' OCs occupy a space in your Noodle?

Absolutely!

No pressure tag for @honeybewrites and @thatoneterrariaplayers-vault,