Writers ask! 🐝🪐
writers ask game <3
🐝 ⇢ tag your biggest supporter(s) and say one nice thing about them
oh lord. i have far too many people to even begin to list them all without feeling bad for leaving anyone off!!! especially all of you <3
so i'm gonna cheat and do the one person i can't really tag, because she isn't super active on tumblr - my irl best friend, audrey. i met that girl in seventh grade, and it's 10+ years later, and she's still my favorite person ever. she's the first person i tell about my new stories. she's (usually) one of my first readers. she watched me write my first fanfic at 12, and was the one sitting with me in a denny's at 3 am when i was writing shire. not even posting it yet. just watching me go insane about eddie munson, and being my number one motivator for still writing the story, even if i never posted it. i can't even name just one nice thing about her. she is so fucking funny, she is so fucking smart, she is so fucking talented. her mind never ceases to amaze me, and how she carries herself through the world? just - i want to be her when i'm older. i love her so much, and she's genuinely my soulmate. she has seen me at my absolute worst, has listened to ramble about the dumbest things possible, has made me laugh so hard i've cried when i thought i was just going to finally break for a final irreparable time or that the earth was going to crack open and swallow me whole.
i can only hope that i'm half as good to her as she is to me. she deserves all the good in the world, and i really hope i help offer her a fraction of the joy she deserves in this lifetime.
🪐 ⇢ name three good things going on in your life right now
my friends! eternally grateful to all of them fr fr (i adore them so very much)
all the fun upcoming events i have to look forward to! a con to meet the voice actors of bg3, several concerts i'm excited to attend, a few trips to see people i miss dearly (looking at you, @big-ope-vibes), and even just little daily things like hanging out/talking with my friends. <3
my writing. even if my current life circumstances aren't the greatest right now, i'm still here and i'm still writing. i think that's pretty fuckin' neat. even if i were to burn this blog to the ground, retreat into a forest and abandon civilization, i've still got my words and i've still got stories to tell even if i'm the only one listening, and that's pretty good if i do say so myself.
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I wanna do something nice.. say something you appreciate about the person you reblogged this from!! even if it's smth as small as their profile photo :)
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Ghost Kitchen (brought to you by criminal entrepreneur, Red Hood)
Danny’s got the easiest job in Gotham.
He works as a fry cook at a shoddily-run, independent burger joint. Hardly anyone comes in, despite prices being criminally low, and portions insanely large, and while the manager looks like the average tough-as-nails ex-con, he lets Danny mess around in the kitchen whenever the place is empty. (Which is often. This place has to be the city’s hidden gem or something!)
Mr. Manager’s the only one ever there with Danny, except for sometimes when his buddies come over to smoke and play cards. Danny would find it shady, except part of his job is not to ask questions. Literally, he was told during the interview.
(It was a weird interview. Why would they need to hire someone who’s been in a gunfight before? Like, he has, but Gotham’s idea of “hirable qualities” is so bizarre.)
So instead he whips up some killer burgers with the frozen ingredients, and basks in the praise as the guys tell him he shouldn’t have, he does too much for this joint, ain’t that friendly!
Now, Danny’s a chef on the newer side. As a teen he’d preferred the look of Nasty Burger over anything with Michelin stars, and he only really took up cooking after Jazz moved out for college. But just like ecto-exposure used to turn the groceries sentient, Danny’s low-level ecto signature imbues all his food with something historically haunted Gothamites just love! And Danny’s never been one to half-ass a job when it makes people happy.
With fresher produce, real meat, Danny’s sure he can take his dishes to the next level. It takes a couple months of badgering, but his manager finally agrees to contact the mysterious store owner, who keeps the place going, despite profits Danny knows have to be in the red.
Danny spends the morning prepping. He pours his heart into his food, eager to impress. The big boss will be here soon, and he wants to prove that despite the dangerous location, this place has real potential!
It isn’t until the Red Hood shows up that Danny realizes he’s been working for a money laundering scheme.
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after having an entire hour long conversation with my coworkers about what "degendering" is, and the importance of using trans people's pronouns when you know them- rather than always defaulting to "they/them" no matter what- and still getting "they/them"ed by people I trusted not to fucking do that to me, I have decided that the name and pronouns circle of introductions for new additions to the group will now include the very clearly stated boundary that they do not use "they/them" pronouns for me.
your move, cowards!
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Thinking about Robin and Sunday's halos.
About how Robin's halo isn't a closed circle, but more like a branch forming a circular shape, where the start and stem don't touch. It's also uneven in shape and splits into three flowers, like it's allowed to grow freely, unobstructed. Something about Robin having left Penacony and having escaped the confines of her cage, being able to flourish. About her being able to let people in, and connect to them.
Meanwhile Sunday stayed behind to be the head of the Oak family and conform to the strict role that's expected of him, and his halo is a perfectly symmetrical shape that's practically fully closed off. It's sharp, almost more like a crown of thorns than a halo. And it almost doesn't have any openings to let anything, or anyone, in easily. It actively discourages getting close to it.
And then if you want to get sappy about, which I will - Sunday doesn't let anyone in, with that almost completely sealed, thorny halo of his... But there's an opening in Robin's halo, and so it can fit around Sunday's. Something about him always being able to find solace in her, because there's room for him in her (halo) heart always, by design.
Anyway I'm not normal about them.
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