#just one of the random things that pop into my brain on a daily

[kookooka2]

Deadly Death Eaters.

[argreion]

𝑵𝒊𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒆❜𝒔 𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔 — For my next daily, I guess we’ll do headcanons! The first thing I did that made me kinda pop off! So… I know I did an SFW and NSFW one, but we’ll just do NSFW this time. I might repeat a little, given I did those headcanons nearly 2 - 3 months ago! Kinda updated after thinking of my ideal Leon. (Just lazy today… I don't expect many people to like this considering it's not like smut smut.)

𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝑪𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 — 841

𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 — Leon hairy pussy munch so obviously (eating out), Leon in lingerie so possibly feminization if you think about it? Also not? Just man is enjoying lingerie. Creampie talking with eating out. Sensory deprivation with temperature play alongside it. Dry sexter Leon. Lazy P in V. P in V a LOT.

First… We start with the obvious one. Leon’s a genuine munch, we all know it and crave it. Prefers it hairy ‘cause it’s more fun to play with. Saying hairy, cause who has time to shave their pussy for a man? We all don’t want to, so we’ll just say he likes it. Likes to bury his nose deep into your pussy and call it his heaven. Jerking himself off as he eats you out, thumb rolling circles into your clit. Tongue scissoring your folds open and delving into your hole. Eating you out like a starved man. Hungry Man’s wasn’t enough, and that stupid brownie wasn’t good enough. The full three-course meal that was your pussy right next to him, was all that he needs. Right against his face and drenching it with your slick. Dribbling down his stubble and giving you disgusting kisses. Sharing the love with his baby that’s it.

Lingerie with this man… Oh boy. He’ll cum on the spot seeing your body in lace with fancy flowers. Stretch marks, stomach, random bruises, self-harm scars, hairy legs, and arms, loves it all. Kisses all your scars while you wear that pretty thing. Skimpy, seductive, lazy, it doesn’t matter. Doesn’t take his hands off of you. On the contrary, he loves wearing them as well! Look, self-indulgent little shit I am, but we all want this old guy in lingerie. He’d look breathtaking in it with his genetics. Full on spread eagle, curling his finger towards you with a smirk. Gets embarrassed the first few times around. Is his dick out too much? Am I too big for this?

Creampier extraordinaire, all day, every day! It could be the breeding part, or he just likes watching you be full of a part of him. Uses his thumb to part your folds and eat out your pussy. Eating out his cum like the secretly depraved man he is. Wants to watch it like the shows he does every weekend. He’d rate it 100% on rotten tomatoes for the most unique, thrilling experience ever. (It’s a joke, be honest, that’d be boring to watch. He’d watch those boring shows, anyway.)

Another off-the-board one is sensory deprivation. It’s the trust you both have in each other. To go off touch, and he could have a gun to the back of your head. Takes a lot of coaxing out his brain to try it out. But when it’s done, oh boy, bondage with this is OFF the charts. Running his fingers up your torso and his thumb across your lip. Good girl, sucking on it like you should be. Has used wax and ice cubes before, and he would do it again. Feels slightly bad with each squeak you make. Poor baby, cumming on a vibrator up your pussy. 

Do it to him? Whiny old bastard. Feels a little lonely without hearing your footsteps or seeing your face. Being too vulnerable makes him act like a caged animal. Touching his body sends him melting on the floor. Reminds him it’s you and not someone like Ada. She was always a fickle woman who manipulated him and made him get trust issues. Knowing you’d (hopefully) not do the same makes him happier. Likes the ice cubes against his nipple or the gentle slap to his face. (Remember if you’re going to do this to talk things out. Betraying one’s trust sucks ass, and you SHOULDN’T do that. Always have a safe word, too. <3)

Overstimulation feels like something forbidden to him. To push his partner or himself past their limits. Watching you squirt from him continuously thrusting into you. Making his dick curl into that spot that sends you to heaven. Or watching the slick drip onto the floor as he fingers you in the shower. You didn’t even notice you’d be dripping. Loves it if you’re both in the mood, if not, he’ll be lazy. Cockwarming or consensual somno makes him happy, too. Wants to see you whimpering for him to stop. Gives him p

There’s also something I wanted to say about sexting with him… Dry. He’s dry. He halfway gets your texts but getting an image? Excusing himself into the bathroom to jerk one off and send you a husky voice message. Send him more? Getting that classic text of ‘Please stop, I’m at work. I’ll take care of you when I’m home…’ That’s the code for ‘I’ll give you lovin’ later, baby.’

Lazy sex… That’s so common for the pair of you. Resting on top of him with his soft cock in you. Hand rubbing your back and him talking about work. Doesn’t matter if it’s RE2R or DI, it’s the same. Lazy/Comfort sex is the best sex to him. Feels normal, and it’s better than actual sex to him. Cuddle sex as well, he’s an intimate guy at heart. Gently rocking into you while having a simple conversation. Interlacing your fingers together and squeezing at your chest. Kisses on your neck and sweet little murmurs of affection.

Tomorrow, my fic should be posted! So slow with requests so sorry about that!

[blubushie]

Hey Blu! I just saw one of your old asks on how the mercs designs are good because they look like normal everyday people you can see out on the streets. And that just reminded me of my favorite tropes in fanfic that I don't see that much in today's TF2 fics which the mercs have an uncanniness to them because of their regular looks. Like I remembered it popped up more often in the fics that where publish when I was in high school. Not complaining bc I just appreciate it more when it pops up. Like there's a ficlet still circulating here where while in jail, before comic 2 happens, Scout basicly beats up most of the inmates in jail for ciggs for Spy. It sets up how intimidating Scout is when an inmate twice Scouts size couldn't even move him and how the inmate was jarring reminded that despite his size, Scout is One of the infamous 9 mercenaries.

Like bc of this trope I developed headcanons that the mercs are actually the closest things to super soldiers bc of 1.) Constant fighting/training 2.) Mad science/experimentation of Medic 3.) Respawn keeping them at near top shape/slow aging. So regular looking guys + intense fighting near daily + mad science/magic + random weird shenanigans that happens to them = an uncanniness and uneasiness around the mercs in public when they move in away /do stuff no average person can do or is expected to do of their appearance.

Sorry if this makes no sense it's 7:14am and I literally JUST woke up, do not expect lucidity from me yet

I love this shit and it features slightly in my fic, both in Jesse's fighting ability but also Mundy's. Primarily it's Mundy's—he gets in more fistfights in the fic than Jesse (though not for her lack of aggression).

I don't think RESPAWN would do much via muscle training—every time they die, any muscle progression is just reset. So the physically strongest of the mercs would be those that don't die often. Heavy, because of his health bar, and maybe Medic, because everyone protects him (and he lugs around the Medigun which must weigh a fucken tonne). This is supported a little by Medic outright lifting Soldier off his feet in Expiration Date.

But there's gotta be some shit they're feeding those cunts if Spy can one-handed fire his stock revolver, a .357 Colt Python; the Big Kill, a S&W Model 29 .44; and the Ambassador, a Dan Wesson PPC .357 (THAT WEIGHS 3.6kg MIND YOU—ALMOST AS MUCH AS MY RIFLE WITHOUT HER SCOPE). This is without mentioning that the Russian translation of the Sniper VS Spy update states that the Ambassador actually fires .50AE like it's a fucken Deagle. Spy's grip strength must be INSANE.

Mostly though I reckon it's mental fortitude over physical. Believe me, you train harder in combat situations than ACTUAL training scenarios because trauma makes shit stick in your brain better. You learn lessons when there's risk better than when there's no risk involved. And with often the mercs die and engage each other physically, I'm fully on the boat of "they look normal, but they're not".

The freakier is that I think they actually blend very well into public environments. Sometimes Sniper walks to the shops in SST minus the thongs and looks like any other bloke off the street you'd see at a servo. Sometimes Scout goes in to the local diner for their all-you-can-eat chicken and waffles deal. Sometimes Engie visits the local tack shop "just for a look around", Soldier and Demo go fishing together, Medic goes to the pharmacy and looking at any of them you'd never suspect a thing.

They all have an almost uncanny ability to look like they entirely belong whereever they are and blend into their environment, so really the only time you even get a hint that they aren't your average person is when there's a situation where they need to showcase their skills. Scout catches a flyball while walking past the local baseball field practically without looking and tosses it back. Soldier can jump down stairs while in a rush and stick the landing with no injury. Demo recognises the sulphur of a gas leak before anyone else can smell it. Spy can lift things his scrawny frame shouldn't be able to lift, Engie can notice any shimmer or shiny thing regardless how small, Sniper has a hawk's eyes and can pick out movement from a half a click away in the dark where other people just see black.

Their jobs have made them very effective professionals—it's a pity the general public so rarely gets to see it.

[kairiscorner]

Can I get something with Miguel with a fem s/o that's a witch. Like they're both from the same dimension and he barely finds out she's not really using modern technology much, as she is using her own magic to complete daily tasks? 🎃

that is interesting,,, SURE ANON !!!

(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)

miguel o'hara x witch!reader (headcanons and blurbs !!)

miguel would not be the type to believe in anything mystical nor magic, though after meeting you, he might've had some second thoughts when he saw your powers in action.

he used to think you were using simulations or advanced holographic technology to cast your spells and illusions, he is skeptical to a FAULT, he refuses to believe anything that can be explained beyond science exists.

showing him your magic for the first time scared him, because he couldn't explain through a scientific or logical manner how phenomena like that is possible. he did get amazed by how you can use your magic in practical ways, though, but he stands by the use of technology, he doesn't think he can do magic very well.

"this is... very intricate technology you have here." miguel said as he looked at the translucent creature you summoned, inspecting it all around. you looked at him with a raised eyebrow, "technology?" "what is it, nanotech? holograms? don't tell me you're an arts and design major, because as impressive as the design is, i can't believe you'd plant a million little cameras all for this." he said in subtle awe as he reached out to touch the 'hologram', when all of a sudden... it licked him; the creature reached out and licked him.

you chuckled as you placed your hand on the creature's snout, with it purring and nuzzling towards your palm. miguel stepped back a little and tried to comprehend what just happened. "it... licks." "it does." you said with a smile as miguel's hand felt wet and sopping. "how did you, um, program it to... to salivate?" "i didn't program, i summoned." you corrected him as he muttered under his breath something in spanish. "no, it's... it's a hologram." "familiars aren't holograms." miguel stayed silent as he tried to come up with a logical answer as to why the creature you had was able to salivate, and seemingly blink, breathe, smile, nuzzle up to you as if it had a corporeal form, and have a heartbeat. no way was magic the reason, right?

every time he calls for you to get him something, it's always there in an instant, even when you're lying down or lounging around because of your telekinetic magic. you don't have to fold clothes or get up to make a coffee for yourself, you do all that and more with your telekinesis, and... miguel is super jealous you don't need that much brain power to multitask, unlike him.

if you had teleportation magic, miguel NEVER gets used to you just randomly popping up behind or next to him. he always gets spooked by you whenever he just turns around and sees you there or hears your voice so closely that he jumps out of his skin.

your summoning magic is not only very helpful, but it kinda makes miguel a little competitive with you. he thinks he can make lyla summon stuff faster than you, but ultimately, AI just can't beat raw talent, and of course, your raw talent and aptitude at magic cannot be beaten.

he doesn't know too much about technology, however, since he majored in biology, but he thinks using technology is much more convenient and tries to teach you how to at least use a basic communication device.

you both have one thing in common, though, you both suck horribly at using 21st century technology.

"what the shock am i doing?" you asked yourself aloud as you tapped on the screen of the phone you borrowed from a random stranger to try and contact miguel. being stranded in the past is awful, especially when your powers were on the fritz that day for some reason and you couldn't contact miguel through any medium other than through the technology of the 21st century. the stranger tried helping you out, with you failing to understand fully how to make a call to him, but when you did call him, you were surprised to see his face so up close to the screen.

it took you both a few tries to talk through the phone, but eventually, you both managed to have a very choppy and unintelligible conversation that was courtesy of bad signal and free crappy wifi at the local coffee shop miguel was at. "man, fuck this." you muttered as you handed the stranger their phone back and tried to find him, but without technology from 2099 nor your powers, you were in for a shitty day ahead of you.

he will admit, though, your magic makes up for technology's shortcomings. your magic hardly fails or screw up badly since you've been a witch for a long time already, though he says it in the most forced out and long-winded way as possible like ,,,,

after you saved miguel's tight ass from that eldritch monster that threatened to destroy nueva york from the ground up with only the raw magic you could muster and the abilities you were taught from a very young age, miguel had... sort of admired you for what you did for him. he was relieved he was saved, but to know magic was what would save him and not the technology he invested so much of his time on, he had felt a little embarrassed that it couldn't hold a candle to your talents, but he shouldn't have to be surprised that you were this strong this whole time.

"um..." he began as he got to his feet, with you helping him up with your powers. "yeah?" "...you did very... very little to destroy the city more than that monster had. it's very commendable, o-on your part. i'm... i'm glad you understand your powers well enough to... to keep mass destruction from- from occurring." he said with a slight bashfulness in his tone. "...and thank you for... helping evacuate all those people. i-i mean, i could've done it, but, y'know, the monster and all had like, 8 tentacles and i only have 4 limbs, so..." "you're welcome, miguel." you said with a bright smile, which made him even more flustered and embarrassed at how humble you were, how you didn't brag about how right you were that magic truly was a powerful asset, even in the 22nd century.

he tried not to expose himself for his embarrassment and tried to tell you how you could use the tech he gifted you to your advantage, but he couldn't even do that when he realized his tech couldn't even hold the monster back and had to get you to help him with your magic. "if it's... possible, would you like to... teach me some basic... basic... shock it, would you please teach me some basic magic?" he finally blurted out, to which you immediately said, 'yes!' to. he couldn't believe he was doing this, but, he had to admit, your magic was a force to be reckoned with; you were a force to be reckoned with. he wants to keep his home, family, friends and... you safe, of course, so to do that, he'd have to learn from the best of the best to get a little more creative and find better solutions to keep this city safe.

tags !! @miguelswifey04 @binibinileonara @simsrandomstuff @fiannee @luvstarrstruck @popeheywardssecretgf @meeom @arachnoia @melovetitties @ophanimgold

[sapphic-woes]

For spooky season maybe cause like you wrote abby last time, werewolf abby and you are her mate (Really like the scenario with soulmate shit oops) and idk maybe your daily life with her or some other things like how she met you and knew you were hers? idk my brains fried rn soooo yeah here ya go, have fun and I hope you have an awesome day ❤️

🐺

Ok these days I'm so busy I rlly can only do hcs so:

🐺Werewolf Abby🐺

Honestly I imagine this happening because you just moved into a rural-ish town as a doctor.

You wanted to make a real difference and help others. You're like, working in a rundown hospital and one of the only people who can do simple surgeries there.

Anyways, the town itself has a big werewolf population, which Abby is a part of ofc

You run into her because let's say Manny gets hurt fighting another werewolf from a diff clan, and they just say he was attacked by an animal and take him to your hospital .

She immediately is tongue tied, can't speak. Everyone is a little confused until her wolf starts howling–and then everyone except you know she just found her mate.

I'm thinking there isn't really like. Alphas and that shit here. Just Abby is one of the top people in her clan like og Abby, so people respect her. So, it's a big deal that she's found her mate.

You notice random people are just...nicer to you. Helpful. The whole town that was pretty standoffish before is just brighter now.....

...and Abby is literally everywhere.

She pops up in the most random places. She flirts. She makes your heart jump and cheeks go red, and somehow she always notices.

Anyways, you're falling hard and fast, yet she's still so mysterious to you. She has a large family, but none of them look related, people just seem to listen to her, even if she's younger than them. She carries herself like a leader, she's so charismatic you just want to do everything she says.

Eventually, when you're working with the EMT out in the woods to get someone help, you find out why.

You're attacked by wolves...only to be saved by one much, much bigger one.

Abby is ruthless, and she rips the other wolves to shreds before shifting back into her human form. She's bloody, covered in dirt and naked–but perhaps the scariest thing of all is that she still doesn't look fully human.

She's got glowing silver eyes and fangs, nails that look like claws...and she's staring right at you.

You panic, you run–in fact, you make it pretty damn far because Abby is too worried to follow you and scare you more. But you trip, fall, and scrap your knee, and when Abby smells your blood she's immediately worried.

"It's okay, I promise, I'm not gonna hurt you babe–I could never dream of it." Abby approaches you slowly. Carefully. She knows what she must seem like to you now: a terrifying monster rather than a person...and she hates herself for it.

"D-don't, don't touch me!" You barely yell it, flinching when she takes another step towards you. Abby winces like your words are daggers in her skin, offering a sorry smile.

"I just need to bring you somewhere safe. You can't walk right? Please, y/n you know me by now. Do you really think I'd hurt the girl I've been flirting with this whole time?" She had a point, and you stayed frozen as you watched her approach, though you didn't protest anymore. You shut your eyes when she reached for you, remembering how she'd ripped those other wolves into pieces before–

And yet, when she lifted you up in her arms, she carried you as if you were made of diamonds.

She kinda disappears after that.

Abby is way too scared of scaring you off. But her being gone after being so active in your life leaves a gaping hole. You start to miss her a lot, and you realize how much you loved her stupid teasing and cocky attitude.

So when you guys do run into each other again and Abby tries to highkey run away, you don't let her.

"Wait!" You gripped the sleeve of her arm, sucking in a breath as wide blue eyes focused on you. You can't speak for a moment before you finally burst out.

"I never thanked you. I, um, I wanted to do that...for saving me, I mean..." Abby's speechless, she blinks before she hoarsely speaks.

"A-are you sure? You don't have to. I know I–what you saw was–"

"It was scary, Abby. I won't lie about that. But..." You took a step closer to her, and you swore her lips trembled, "it wasn't enough to make me scared of you. Promise. So... don't run away anymore, okay?"

For once, the Abby Anderson's face tinges pink, and she clears her throat–scratching the back of her head as she quickly nods.

"Y-yeah. Yeah. I can do that. I can definitely do that..."

[vinnoa-articles]

Sweet Lies

[Image by Eiichiro Oda] Habit Substitute Drabble Series! This will be 3 out of the 8 drabbles I will be writing, because, why not? Some characters like certain things on a daily. But what if you were there? Here are the links for the others. [Luffy] [Zoro] [Usopp] [Sanji] [Law] [Smoker] [Crocodile]

Rating: Anyone

Word count: 989

Type: Fluff

Characters: Usopp, reader (anyone), mentions of Chopper, Luffy, Robin, Sanji and Zoro (other members of the Straw Hats)

Trigger Warnings: None

“I am the GREASTEST!”

“That’s another lie!”

“No, it’s not!” Usopp stood at the helm, his right hand on his hip, his thumb pointed at his face, cocky, arrogant, a big crooked smile that showed his confidence, proclamation of his words. “I am the GOD Usopp!” There you were, standing opposite of him, your hands stuffed in your overalls, your eyes narrowing at every lie he was spouting today.

“Now you are going to say you are Sogeking right?” Leaning forward, to egg him on further with his lies. “Cause apparently, that another thing you-”

“Ah!” Usopp screamed, almost falling over his own feet. “I am not going to say that is a lie nor the truth. Just know, I am one of the best snipers out there!” If his nose could grow, you knew it would be so long, you could probably have everyone on the Grand Line perch upon his nose. “I trained under some amazing people. Don’t doubt my skills!” Flexing his left arm muscles, trying to impress no one, yet it seemed to only be directed at you. This was a pure headache, but there was a slight idea that popped in your brain.

“Oh, so pigs fly too right?” There was a pause, then he sat down cross-legged pondering. Hoping he would catch the bait, saying it was false.

“Well, maybe they do on some island,” his fingers stroking his jaw, glancing at the sky, seeing the gears in his brain turn through his eyes. “I did see some crazy animals too!” You sigh, plopping across from him on the top part of the deck as you hear Chopper and Luffy playing around on the grass, some faint sounds of Zoro and Sanji arguing, as always. If only life was super easy like theirs, but instead you are stuck with this guy, whom you had to admit had a slight grip on you. His constant bragging, his lies, yet some truths, his random talents he would whip out of nowhere. There was a lie? Maybe it was, but the ones you doubted heavily, he would prove wrong.

“Okay fine Usopp. If that is true, then I guess I am a warlock of the seas,” his eyes widened as you spewed out a lie. “Oh, and I can single handedly defeat Zoro and Sanji combined.” nonchalantly shrugging as if it was gospel.

“Hey hey, that can’t be true-”

“Oh but it is Usopp!” Leaning forward to convince him of your sweet lies, not swaying at all from what you just spoke. “Oh but if you would like to stick around and find out, I am more than willing to show you.” Your face was so close to his, he had to back up. There was a hint of pink on his cheeks, there it was, the one thing he can’t hide nor lie properly about; face-to-face confrontation.

“Fine, fine, but you have to believe me when I say that I am the one that has a lot of followers! People look up to me, in the thousands- no, tens of thousands!” Jumping up and pointing to himself again. Your eyes almost roll into your skull with his lies again.

“So it’s a lie that you like me then?” He paused, he heard those words, looking down on you, there was something about your posture that was intimidating, yet relaxed. Thank god, you listened to Robin, she was someone you heard those words from, ammunition to use against him. Leaning on the back of your palms, looking up at him. “Well?”

“Erm, well…I can’t confirm or deny that,” looking away, his eyes nearly popping out of his skull, confronted by the facts you were stating. “B-besides! My emotions are under lock and key!” That was it, you needed him to shut up, there was no way he was going to continue this little tale he keeps spinning, this game he wants to keep continuing. Standing up slowly, you grabbed his shoulder, turning him to face you.

“Fine…Usopp,” your voice was so dark, it was menacing, Usopp trembled under your touch. Your grip was firm, but definitely not strong enough to bruise him. You leaned forward, your face parallel to his cheek. Feeling your breath, he shuddered, his whole body froze and you could feel his blood almost running cold from his nervousness. “I’ll prove it then,” he shrieked, almost screaming, wanting to move.

“LUFFY!” He screamed, but you planted a quick peck on his cheek. You could see the poor fragile man nearly crumble before your very eyes. Of course, there was a faint “huh?” from the captain, but it was just something he misheard. Continuing to play with his crewmates as Usopp tried to pick himself up from what just happened. “W-w-w-what was that….that for?” Finally jumping away from your grip as you loosened your fingers around his shoulders.

“Hm, well it seems the lie was true. You don’t like me,” shrugging, knowing all too well his true feelings for you. It made your heart flutter too, being a little playful along with his personality. You smiled softly, jumping away towards the stairs to meet the others, stopping right at the top with your heels crossing. “I guess if it’s a lie that you like me, then it’s also a lie that I also don’t like you,” winking at him. His voice was caught in his through, his face so red it was evident what your words meant. “See ya.” Only for you to go down the stairs, him crying out for you, tripping over each step to try and reach out for you to get his words straight. It was cute, his lies. Maybe it was a lie that you hated seeing that man so flustered with something so simple. Maybe you just had to cut his lies off by something so simple like this, maybe he will tell the truth one day.

[saintkeaton]

A B S T R A C T I O N

October is a

conspiracy

cold covering the

mind like

kudzu vines

i’m ready to take a

stab at those March

winds

maybe fly a damn

kite with the

kids

that's when the

absurd dream

sets in

dreams from the

silver resort

...for all the glory

there must be a

secret golden

truth

hiding in black halls

of unknown

hospitals

to bend

around rebellion

&

smash dark windows

&

piss on golden truth

while Buddha sits like

a lump of lying shit

damn!

how you messed up

my life for years!

to get caught in a

cycle of daily

paralyzation

plastered to an

easy chair

you watch from a

grand vantage point

while i’m rolling in

the mud

thirteen times you

nailed bad news onto

my chest

13 times you cut my

sentence off with a

razor

thirteen times

&

times

&

times before that

time is meaningless

don’t you know?

you know about your

blue veins popping

in my neck?

i grunt

&

take a shit

while boiling water in

the shower

it burns like hell!

that's just the way

she likes it

i can’t take the

heat

i step backwards

&

tell her she’s

insane

my brain tells me to

write this poem

some sorry attempt at

earthly immortality

i recon

the effort is met with

anxiety

&

dread

well

that’s not true is it?

it’s interesting

(for me at least)

to scan meaningless

words

slammed together in

random patchwork

growing this dead

thing

from inside out

it’s been done before

probably many times

but i’ve never

so fuck off!

oh

non reader

if you click on this

pretentious shit

&

read my words

i won’t believe you

i’ll say you’re a liar

because there’s

something in the voice

makes me feel sick

so

i went and got a

broken ankle

while trying to

run away

run from that

sound

it's a good

thing

i didn't elect to

come here every time

or we’d all be

chewing onions

nothing in hell

could evoke

such madness

was it a scheme

i’d fallen into?

you hermit!

spiritually poor!

a reject!

desperately scrawling a

biography for a

life un-lived

with nothing but loose

powder on the

ground

eyes burning

&

snow blind

light comes to drink

me up

when the darkness is

just too much

i see your face

burnt into my

eyelids

i drink your beautiful

soul

i do!

Kathleen comes to me

with a gut punch

(love)

to knock my

soul out!

i met you with the

crazies

while you cut hair with

the keys in the

hidden room

you even wiped their

asses

wiped their

hearts

the one with

cancer

the one who killed

a horse

the one who

sketched your house

the one who danced

with me

the one who

loved you

the one who

hated me

in that dusty brick

hallway

making greeting cards

with your left

while you

scrubbed dishes with

the right

you don’t copy anyone

don't dance around

the subject

you face this shit

head on

we were with

the crazies

now we may be

them

so now i drive to

these houses

houses of dying

people

or

dead people

a grieving

old man told me

(with a grin)

that his wife had

given up the ghost

thought about it the

whole drive home

i know

what that meant

but i’m not sure

i also met a

15 year old boy

with cancer

he hasn't given up

the ghost yet

i’m not looking forward

to that day

i’ll pick his stuff up &

tell the family

i’m sorry

i have a feeling they

won't be talking about any

ghosts on that day

the dying boy’s gun is

cold metal black

he knows a dude

with night vision

goggles

that guy doesn’t play small ball

he told me

even the fat

cross eyed

retared kid gets a

bronze metal

&

a pat on the

back

he’s a first place

winner

so fire up a

glitchy video game

blow into the cartridge

&

remember childhood

even though it’s not

for human consumption

we smoked that shit

all day

&

all night long

i think i’m still

a little fucked up

from fake

still

i’ve never beat a

video game but i’ve

watched a warped

videotape full of

tracking lines

just as in my fever

dream

i see the demons

ripping apart the

people i love

&

i wonder if the

angels eavesdrop on

conversations

about us not believing

in them

do they dance to

our music

&

read our fucking

poetry?

now with our lineage

traced back for

200 years

&

our children's hands

bent behind them

the president checks

his email

it cracks me up

when I think that

nobody will be

here in reality to

make

an official report

when the world

finally ends

screaming

&

clawing!

i have zero idea

what poetry

actually is

brain droppings that

most people can’t

stand

i’d bet money

on it

this poetry is

Clint Eastwood movies

in VR headsets

while the president

still checks his

email

get it?

now the ashtray is

overflowing

&

it's only 8am

my lungs are full

of snot

&

i’ve deleted my

Facebook

thank Jesus

too many trash

bags to count

truck broke down so

there's no way of

hauling all the

shit off

listening to classical

music to drown out

the world

&

its buzzing

bullshit

all week i look

forward to writing

this garbage

composing in little

bursts between work

&

sleep

i’m already sick of

oxygen tanks

&

people struggling

to breath

i don't know how

doctors look death

in the face

everyday &

come home to their

mansions

&

sleep like

babies

now there's soggy

cereal spilled on the

counter

&

no one better be up

&

awake before coffee

has been

chugged

i ask

how does a man

keep discipline?

keep his mind in a

straight line?

to stop flashing

between Channels?

trudging through a

marsh full of sin

&

nasty devils

the number of the

beast is 100%.

with all the cut

sensitivity

that's

blood red under

the foreskin

with a closed mind

i listen to the

Dracula soundtrack on

repeat

through my

earbuds

coffee is my

life’s blood

weed don’t hurt

me either

beans with hot water

&

dried up plants

lit on fire

the amazing instant

life changers

i know that everything on

this earth

is a ministry

we wake up in the

cold morning

with outlandish

expectations

hopes that people

will stay in their

own lanes

&

not just walk with

confidence into your

unlocked home while

the woman is

still fast

asleep

to this degree

everything is

wrong

how unpredictable this

motherfucker

can be is

truly stunning

i think i will

withdraw into

abstraction

deep

absurd

uneducated

abstraction

[amorphousgenderlesscryptid]

I generally don’t post personal things online as a rule, but, I really feel the need for a shout into the void right now. TW for health issues for the rest of this (very long) post.

For nearly 2 weeks now, I’ve been suffering from some mystery malady. It came out of nowhere and has not left me alone since. Headaches, random pains in strange places, vision problems, dizziness, brain fog. Some days are better than others, but I have yet to go 24 hours without at least one symptom popping up. I’ve been to urgent care twice, and the ER twice. The most likely diagnosis is a combination of migraines and extreme stress, but it’s difficult to be a hundred percent certain. Painkillers help with the headaches, but no amount of food, sleep, or water seems to be helping the rest.

This is kind of the worst time in modern history to have some mystery condition that needs lots of tests to rule things out. Every hospital and medical center is backed up with cases. All of the medical professionals who have seen me have been so kind and reassuring, but they just don’t have the time and resources to set aside for figuring out what this is quickly. Which is where my anxiety disorder comes in.

Despite every doctor I’ve seen telling me that whatever is going on, it’s not dangerous, I still spend every day in a panic, certain I’m going to drop dead any second. This is the worst anxiety I’ve ever had in my life and it’s making me miserable. I’m terrified to be alone in case something happens. I’m terrified to get out of bed in case moving triggers something. I haven’t been eating enough, sleeping enough, showering, cleaning my apartment.

At the same time, I’ve been surrounded by so much love in the last couple weeks. Friends let me sleep at their apartments so I won’t have to be alone. Doctors and nurses are kind and don’t dismiss my anxieties. My psychiatrist and therapist pick up the phone whenever I call. My best friend texts me every day to check on me, and my D&D group checks on me daily to make sure I’m drinking enough water. My friends at church pray for me. My fandom friends send words of encouragement. My parents keep in touch all day long, and my mother has just gotten an AirBnB nearby so she can take care of me. As scary as everything is at the moment, I’m so so lucky to be surrounded by so much love and kindness.

There isn’t really a point to posting this, besides getting things off my chest. I guess maybe just to appreciate how wonderful people can be, and to say treasure all your good days because you never know when bad ones are coming. I am 99.9% sure that I’m going to be just fine in the long run, so I just have to hang in there till then.

[anarchycox]

Continued Reflections On Archive Locking My Fics on AO3

I did a post a week or two ago about what I had noticed with archive locking my fics. Post can be found here.

Kudos and hits remain significantly down. Commenting remains the same (and I wrote a one shot that really hit and got like 12 comments - that was a great couple of days not gonna lie).

When I say kudos and hits are significantly down, this is guess work and vibes - I wasn’t tracking my numbers before, and I am not tracking them specifically now, but one shots that before would have crossed 100 kudos just aren’t. My ao3 daily email, the list of fics with kudos has stayed about the same, but the amount of names attached to that list is much less.

So here is the thing:

For me (and again me alone) it has been great for my mental health when it comes to fic. This is not sarcasm, I am entirely sincere that archive locking may have been the best thing for my writing process in a long time.

If you follow me, you might be here because a fic in a fandom brought you here. When Kingsman was active, I was one of the top writers there for the not main pairing.

But more, I had two Witcher fics that just popped off. One is closing in 8k kudos, and if you search by kudos (eternal reminder don’t do this but I know a lot of people do) it is in the top 75 out of 21k fics. 

I was a decently sized fish in small to medium ponds, and I got used to my fics getting a few hundred kudos unless I was writing really obscure pairs or weird things.

Which meant when I switched to smaller pairings, in smaller fandoms, the lack of kudos and hits was really doing a number on me. Did my writing stop being good, am I breaking secret rules I don’t understand. Should I try to write different things to appeal to people? Brains aren’t they fun?

Then I archive locked, for the thin protection it may or may not give against AI, and I archive locked for the thin protection it may give from work finding me on social media.

And my numbers dropped.

But I knew they would, I was prepared for it. I made a choice that would impact readership and accepted that.

In doing that, in making the choice, it flicked the breaker in my head. It reset my worries and expectations about how a fic would do, and let me write whatever random thing I wanted again. I don’t care that I don’t have 150, 200 kudos on a thing - 45 people kudos it. If I put 45 people in my house it would be way too full. That is a good chunk of people to have made happy on their lunch break or reading before bed.

So yeah, for me? Archive locking was the best thing I could have done, and I won’t be unlocking any time soon.

[weirdkpopgirl]

Connection | Jisung Fic #1 (p.t 1)

Title: Connection

Genre: Soulmate AU

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1793k

Author’s Note: Hi guys, this was requested by a lovely anon. I haven’t written a soulmate au in a few years, so I apologize if this one is kinda bad. There are so many types of soulmates, but I decided to just come up with my own thing. I hope you guys like it (especially the person who requested lol). There will be a part two if anyone is curious. ^ ^

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Soulmates? Destined love? Those were concepts you hadn’t given too much thought until recently. Supposedly, a person would only know about their soulmate at a certain point in their life. The earliest age was eighteen, but the timing varied for everyone.

How would they know, you may ask? Apparently, one could hear a single thought per day from their soulmate, and vice versa. Then once they met, soulmates could form a strong bond with each other.

Pretty weird, right? Unfortunately, soulmates were rare in this day and age. But that didn’t stop people from fantasizing about them anyway. After all, who didn’t like the idea of one true love?

Your eighteenth birthday had already passed, and there were no signs of a soulmate yet. Not that you expected anything at all. You had other priorities to focus on, like getting through your first year of college.

Then one day you were in your dorm room, pulling an all-nighter to get this research paper done. You sat at your desk, typing away on your laptop quietly, as to not wake up your roommate. It was late at night, and exhaustion was finally starting to seep through your brain. Just as your eyes began to feel heavy, a deep, male voice came out of nowhere.

I’m so hungry. I should ask Hyung if he can make some ramyeon.

Slightly startled, you glanced around. Of course, only you and your roommate were in the room. Why did a guy’s voice randomly appear—that’s when it hit you.

“No—no it can’t be,” You muttered, shaking your head in denial. It was one in the morning, and your lack of sleep was getting to you.

However, you heard the voice again and again as the days passed. Maybe I do have a soulmate, you thought to yourself. How was this even possible?

It took you a while to accept this new fate. Nonetheless, you tried your best to go on with your daily life. But it felt like you were going around with this big secret. Certainly, you hadn’t expected someone like yourself to have a soulmate.

Any consistency of when exactly you heard your soulmate’s thoughts didn’t seem to exist. You would be sitting through a class, or be at work when these instances occurred. What left you confused was that you had no idea of who your soulmate was or how to find him.

All you knew about this person were the random thoughts you heard every day. So far you learned that he liked dancing, playing video games, and listening to music. You had a feeling that he was around your age, possibly a bit older. He often thought about his schedule, which led you to think he must not be in college. But you weren’t sure what kind of job he had.

No matter how you tried to not dwell on it all too much, you couldn’t help but feel insecure. If you were able to hear your soulmate’s thoughts, that meant he was able to hear yours as well. Not that there was anything in particular that you intended to hide. But you were quite an overthinker and the fact that someone else could possibly hear your worries frightened you.

┈┈

Jisung instantly knew his soulmate had been confirmed when he started to hear a girl’s voice in his head. His members may think he was silly, but he had been strangely interested in soulmate bonds for some time. He used to wonder if there truly could be a person out there for him.

Yes, he was young and had his whole career planned out. But sometimes being a k-pop idol could get a little lonely, even though he was in a group with so many members. Jisung longed to have some sort of contact with the outside world, which he seemed to have left once he became a trainee.

So when he discovered his soulmate did indeed exist, Jisung felt both excited and nervous. He was so curious about who you were and what you were like.

“Did you hear anything today?” Jaemin asked him, after dance practice one day. All his members had gathered around him.

The maknae shook his head in response. “Nothing yet.”

“Have you gotten any clues of who she is exactly?” Renjun came over to sit next to him on the couch.

“It’s kinda hard because they come so randomly,” Jisung tried to explain. “And when I do hear them, it’s all so vague.”

Chenle, who stood behind him, leaned forward.“Well, what do you know already?”

Jisung scratched his head, trying to recall. “She seems to study a lot, so she’s probably in school. Oh and she likes going to bookstores or the library in her free time.”

“Ah, so she’s one of those people who actually read for fun,” Haechan joked.

The boy shrugged, “I guess so.”

“Interesting,” Jeno mumbled. “Do you think she knows who you are?”

“I honestly have no idea,” Jisung sighed in slight frustration. “This is all so weird.”

He wished he had more clues about his soulmate. From what he’s heard about her so far, she seemed like a nice person. But the longer time passed, the more discouraged Jisung felt about finding her.

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“(Y/n)-ah!” A friend approached your table, after entering the library. If you weren’t studying in your dorm, your friends were sure to find you there.

You tore your attention away from your textbook and took one of your earbuds out.

“Oh, Seoyeon-ah.”

“What song were you listening to?” She asked as she sat down in the empty chair beside you.

In response, you tapped on your phone to show her. The song was titled, “Dear DREAM.”

Seoyeon gasped, “I didn’t know you were into NCT Dream too!”

“Well, I only started listening to their music this month,” You chuckled.

Truthfully, you had to thank your soulmate for getting you into the group. Before, the only music you listened to was by smaller Korean artists, not too much k-pop. But one day your soulmate was singing a lyric to a song you haven’t heard before. Conveniently, you had looked it up and actually liked it. As a result, that took you down a whole rabbit hole of learning about the boy group.

“Who’s your bias? Mine is Chenle,” Seoyeon giggled.

You had to think about your friend’s question for a bit. You’ve barely entered the fandom, so you weren’t used to being asked about biases and stuff like that.

“I think I like Park Jisung,” You answered slowly.

Seoyeon’s head tilted slightly, “The maknae? Huh, I thought you’d go for someone like Jeno or Mark.”

“I don’t know,” You shrugged. “I just feel like...there’s this connection?”

“Ooh, does Kim (Y/n) finally have a crush on someone?” Your friend gave you a smug look. “Can’t blame you, Jisung is pretty cute.”

You blushed, wanting to defend yourself. But you weren’t sure what else to say. Glancing back down at your phone, you saw the album that was playing which featured all the members. They were all pretty good-looking, but Jisung just stood out to you for a reason you didn’t know.

Over the past few days, you watched some of their content videos. The guys were so funny and charismatic, that you found yourself laughing along with them at times. You would have to thank your soulmate for getting you into their music if you ever met him. Surely he must also be a fan if one of their songs was playing in his head.

Seoyeon gave you a nudge. “(Y/n)-ah, did you hear me?”

“Sorry, I must’ve been zoning out,” You said with a sheepish smile. “What were you saying?”

“I have two tickets to NCT Dream’s fan meeting next week. We should go together!”

Wow, that sounded like such a great opportunity. But you’ve never been to an event like that before. There would probably be crowds of fans, including screaming girls. You weren’t sure if you were up for that.

“I don’t know. Don’t we have midterms next week?” You crossed your arms.

“Yeah, but the fan meeting is on a Friday. We’d be done with our exams by then,” Seoyeon reasoned. “Come on (Y/n)-ah, you should do something fun instead of studying all day.”

Well if she kept insisting, you didn’t think it would be too bad if you went just once. Seoyeon squealed and hugged you when you finally gave in.

Next week couldn’t come any faster. You were relieved to be over with mid-terms and looked forward to going to see NCT Dream with Seoyeon. Weirdly, you were a bit nervous about going. There was no explanation for it, maybe that’s how most fans felt about meeting their favorite artists.

Luckily, Seoyeon talked most of the way there and told you what to expect. The feeling of being overwhelmed was quick to consume you when you guys entered the venue filled with so many other fans. Seoyeon had gotten pretty decent seats, where you were close to the stage. Just as you were trying to calm your nerves, several screams flooded your ears when the seven boys appeared.

Almost out of what seemed to be instinct, you looked to see your bias. Of course, it didn’t take you too long to find him. You spotted the shy smile he often wore on camera, he was standing beside Jaemin. Unexpectedly, the boy’s smile dropped when he looked at you.

You gasped when you felt a sudden jolt in your heart. It was almost as if you were struck by an arrow or something. Bewildered by this feeling, you placed a hand on your chest. But once the pain started, it quickly faded away.

“Are you okay, (Y/n)-ah?” Seoyeon put her hand on your shoulder.

“I—I’m fine,” You huffed, feeling out of breath even though you hadn’t done anything.

What is going on? Why does my heart feel so weird?

Startled by your soulmate’s thoughts appearing out of nowhere, your eyes scattered among the crowd. Maybe you were in the same place and could feel each other’s presence somehow. But there were mostly girls here and—

A mix of comprehension and fear filled inside of you. Jisung. You started to feel like this immediately after you saw each other.

That was when you dared to look back at him. His right hand was placed on his chest just as you were. He was staring at you intently, with the same look of disbelief.

“No way,” You whispered, so only you could hear. This couldn’t be possible…

Park Jisung was your soulmate?!

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part two

[what-if-nct]

hiiii today's reminder is i watched all the nct episodes of Jonathon (i do not know his full name but that's all they call him so idk) and fuck i forgot how funny dream are. chenle is my little dude, i want to be the kind of besties with him where we talk once a month but we know everything about everything and have very strong opinions. i wanna get tipsy and gossip with him and talk shit about everyone i know

Hiii, I have only seen clips of them here and there I actually haven't watched any kpop content except Riize in the haunted house there was screaming and running, my attention span has been horrible lately so certain things lose me. I literally just went to search for the episode you're talking about then I got a random thought and began to move my whole room around and i realized i moved my bed far from any outlets so i ordered a 6ft charger instead of moving my bed again. Now I'm listening to country music instead. The only thing I can watch longer than 10 minutes is Trisha Paytas podcast cause she talks fast and jumps all over the place with subjects it's the perfect pace to me. so anything with subtitles, my brain can't do it. That was so long winded for an unnecessary statement but I do know dreamies are just a bunch of ridiculous little guys. Chenle always gets so passionate in conversations especially their silly debates. Him and Jaemin get so enthralled and little stressed. But also they're just silly and goofy. And like a sleepover with them would be so fun. I would also love to see just Wayv and Dream together, I don't think we've seen just all of dream and all of wayv together just fooling around. I want that so much.

Random daily side note, is there something going on with the planets because random men from my past have been popping up there's some I haven't spoken to in months to years!! They've randomly popped up asking if I'm single, what's going on? Can they see me? Like I just ignore it at this point there might be one guy I would hear out if he reached out but all the others ugh. Why are they here. My period is on the horizon so I might just be extra irritated plus I only want to eat cashews so I bought a pound and that is indeed all I've been eating. Also Wonbin finally happened upon me, seeing him screaming for his life made me see him differently. I literally just said not long ago I love pathetic men, If a guy shows a little patheticness, he got me. Like the only guy from my past id give another chance, laid on my chest for an hour while I ran my fingers through his hair and was so sweet and nervous and when he said "dang it" when he missed a turn and was excited he ended up covered in glitter by me, oh come to me you lanky long haired pathetic man. There's another thing that happened but I shouldn't say it in public but he's the only one I'd even consider meeting up with again only him. Just like hyunjin, Wonbin screaming in the haunted house unlocked my feelings for him.

[queenharumiura]

Just a Neo self-reporting her random thoughts for the day. This is mostly here for me to maybe revisit and think about again. [just ignore it, actually lol It's just me rambling a lot]

I like to think of all sorts of random ideas for fun, even if I know that I'll never write it out. It's a fun activity I do in order to job creative inspiration and to challenge my perception of my own muse.

We know that canonically there are different parallel universes than things can be vastly different because of one small difference (like trying to help someone with a jammed bike chain) and it had me like Haru going to school at an earlier time so that she never saw Tsuna and Reborn in the mornings. She's just your average (but still chaotic, don't get it twisted) school girl.

If we didn't know, my Haru muse is really strong, to the point that she likes to intrude my thoughts often in the form of random suggestive thoughts popping into my brain-- I really did try to consider what her life could've been like if she wasn't involved with the Vongola. Like how would it have affected her studies? Would it have affected her daily activities?

She always studies hard, but now she probably has more time to focus on her studies. For sure, she'd continue to make costumes for fun and do gymnastics. She probably has more time to have more tutoring classes. Maybe this time she's less proficient in cooking, but she is still learning to put less burden on her working mother.

What new things can she do instead that would occupy her time? Maybe all the time she spent with the Vongola crew would have gone into the creative side of hers so she'd have made more costumes so that her friend in the drama club actively tries to recruit her. Maybe she joins to help with the backstage crew (ie creating props, costuming, etc).

Hekk, it's very possible that she had decided on cram school or something to help with her studies and make new friends there. Maybe meet someone else that she could like. Have a shot at a regular and happy life fit for an average girl.

So many thoughts. THEN the sudden thoughts of 'okay but is there a different way she would've gotten involved?' That had my brain BUZZING.

That's when she hit me with different ideas like, she cross paths with a jogging Ryohei every morning and so they start off with just saying good morning but maybe one day she decides to join him at least once to see what it's like to job early in the morning. Maybe it's better than doing so at night? Maybe early morning exercise will help improve her studies-- or help wake her up (she's not a morning person). That's how she meets Kyoko and they become fast friends.

That's how you then meet the others- and boom, involved.

Then she probably hit me with the 'don't forget that Haru likes to read/study on a park bench while listening to music. It's not an uncommon sight to see Yamamoto jogging, or doing practice swings. Haru likes to see someone who is driven, motivated, and in general dedicated to something they're passionate about. She would've noticed him. Never forget that time when he injures his arm and that definitely would spark curiosity as well as her general 'I tend to worry about everyone' gene. Yamamoto being a friendly guy in general would probably warm up to her quickly and boom, friends. Then you meet the others and wow. Mafia involvement.

There is another way in the realm of, if she was more focused on her studies, perhaps she's out studying at a library or at a friends house and something that I can see being a thing is to drop by a conbini store because they are as they are called: convenient. Like, photocopiers are really convenient for students. You can buy stationary items, maybe get a late snack, send mail, etc. I've been to a few myself a few years back and they really are so convenient. ANYWAYS, I do see it that she could visit one later in the day and we do know of someone who works part-time.

The thought that at first she was scared to go in bc... hoodlum, but then realizes he's still there like a week later. 'He can't be that bad if he's still working? The store owner wouldn't keep a bad person around.' She's an academic soul, so it's the old saying "Curiosity killed the cat but satisfaction brought it back." Just her trying to learn more about him on the sly out of curiosity, and realizing that even though he seems like a hooligan, he's actually quite a decent guy. Not Haru randomly trying to strike conversation because she thinks he's fascinating. I can see her just dropping by sometimes to make sure he's still working and doing alright.

Something that I remembered from anime and then looked into today is that you cannot pay anyone a wage if they're under 16 in Japan. It's a part of their child labor laws. I can only assume that due to him not having family (ignore Bianchi) in Japan, he gets a pass or something? If not that, he lied about his age. Whichever the case may be, she'd think that there had to be some kind of extenuating circumstances for him. Her being worried and leaving something like a drink or a small bento for him. Lil notes like 'Ganba!' It's very Haru brand for her to care for people and want to support them. (My GokuHaru bias is showing, can you tell?)

Something something, I bet she gets involved with the mafia.

The easiest one? Lambo probably got lost or hurt himself and 'i'm your new onee-san' Haru comes in to help him. Where does he live? With Tsuna and them. What would Haru do? Be worried about Lambo and resolve to visit more often. Like, she found Lambo on his own, crying. SHE CAN'T TRUST THEM TO LOOK AFTER LAMBO- and don't forget how there are OTHER children too. Big sis Haru could never just leave them be.

Mafia affiliations a gogo.

I bet my Haru brain could've thought of more, but then at that point I had to go into a meeting so I shut off daydream brain.

It's funny to me how quickly Haru hijacked my thoughts and made me consider alternative ways for her to have gotten involved with the Vongola. She really told me 'how dare you try to take me away from my friends? Don't you know me? I'll find a way to befriend them all anyways. Watch me.'

She keeps hitting me with a new idea any time I try to think of regular civilian Haru. She's very unhappy with me and so I had no muse today.

TLDR

Haru told me: I'm every bit part of the Vongola so stop trying to take me out of it, i'll find a way to squeeze back in there. Bet.

Yes, lil ma'am.

[friend-of-giants]

5 Random Things

I was tagged by @mareenavee to share 5 random things i enjoy! Tagging @boethiahspillowbook @duo-kun @elfinismsarts @katastronoot @thelavenderelf and whoever else wants to join in.

1. Art! I have been drawing since before I could write. My school notebooks were filled with doodles, sketches, even comic strips. I even wanted to work in animation when I grew up, but due to a Series of Unfortunate Events, I quit drawing in my teens and picked it back up in my early 30s. I've been back at drawing for 3 years now and I forgot how much I love it!

2. Video games! Another thing I've been doing since I was just a wee lass, starting with the NES in the early 90s. The Mario Bros/Duck Hunt combo cartridge was my first experience with gaming and 4 year old me was hooked instantly. Sometimes I feel strange about being a grown woman who actively plays games almost on a daily basis, but it's something I enjoy and I don't have plans to stop. Catch me in the nursing home 50 years from now playing TES6 (if it's out by then)

3. Dogs! I'm a dog person through and through. I've grown up around large breeds and currently have a 9 year old Great Dane whom I love to pieces. He is absolutely my hairy, drooling son and I will hear no argument. I also adore every other dog I've encountered and want to pet each and every one of them, except the Golden Retriever who bit me in the face.

4. Pop/Soda. I may have a slight addiction to sugary drinks. I am not proud of myself but dammit I love the way it tastes and I crave the fizz.

5. Daydreaming! I've always been a creative minded person and probably 95% of the time, my brain is off in la la land. Currently that la la land is Skyrim and I'm busy conjuring up situations to throw my blorbos into, but before 2011 when Todd Howard ruined my life, I had ideas for all manner of original works that I hoped someday to be able to work on. I thought about writing or drawing them out constantly but never really did anything about it. I just really liked fantasizing about my projects that never came to fruition.

[cescalr]

fwiw ch4 👀

👀 Ok! So;

A week goes by.  Ron saw less of Hermione. She was helping the Order with their efforts on figuring out the Dark Marks, to see if there happened to be a way to exploit them. Since she got the inspiration for the DA coins from them, it all made sense to Ron, at least. And she was doing other stuff - still going over the texts in the library, and she had been reading about horcruxes, looking a little green but determined. Ron knew why he'd do it, and he wondered if she'd figured it out yet, like she figured out the Basilisk, like she figured out Rita Skeeter.  If Hermione knew about Harry. Ron hadn't told her. Hadn't told anyone - hadn't said a word, outside that halted not-really-a-revelation with Ginny. It was just sat there, loud and unavoidable, in his head.  The boy must die.  Harry knew something - knew that Ron was keeping something from him. And, well, technically he did tell Ginny. So, there were only three people that knew, other than Ron. And Ron didn't know what to make of what he'd seen - what to make of Snape, the traitor, or was he one, really? What was he? Some kind of quadruple agent? Ron thought he couldn't really have been a spy at all. Snape worked for no side but his own, it just so happened that Dumbledore's side was Snape's side, tangentially, which put him mostly in-line with the Order.  Until Dumbledore asked Snape to kill him, that was.  The Daily Prophet was in shambles about it. Ministry had a chokehold on the whole thing, of course, but even then the articles were all confused. Prophet was never an independent paper, not like the Quibbler, and that truth showed itself now more than ever. Amelia Bones was doing the best she could, but it just wasn't being considered good enough. If she got replaced as Minister... Ron sighed. He leant back from the table, put down his knife and fork. Dobby had been showing up at random intervals wringing his hands and offering his services, but nobody was really sure what he could do. Spying, even though he was a house elf, would have been considered too risky.  So, just after whenever he popped in, there they found new food in the pantry. Everyone was always so busy they didn't have time or spare brain-power to question it, but Ron gave him a mis-matched pair of socks, all the same. 

I've been working on this off and on for a year, but Uni's been a real drag when it comes to giving me free time in which to do so. But rest assured, FWIW is getting finished... just, uh, not any time soon.

Oof.

Still! Obviously, FWIW - For What It's Worth - was always planned to be, and is shaping up to actually achieve, a rewrite of HP from GOF onwards with Ronarry as the main pairing, and Ron as the POV. It's my fav little funky fanfic, and I'm super excited to get it finished. I mean, for one, wow! me finishing something!! what a novelty! but also, er, yikes. I started this in 2018 - I was 17! I'm 21 now! I'll be 22 in, oh, six days. Yeah. That's a lot of years to have still not finished this fic. Almost six of them!

This is my biggest Ronarry project, and it'll be sad to be done with it - but the end's a long time coming, and I'm really hopeful it'll meet (or exceed?) my goals for it. You know. by being good. :)

[stanley01]

HELP OUT A NEURODIVERGENT,WILL YOU?

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Ok,so-- in short: I need activities.

In long: I am a student in a horrid school with outdated education,loud children and partially useless teachers. I've been searching for ways to make things more bearable but have come to the conclusion; I need help. Internet's help.

I,no doubt,have some sort of neurodivergency (some sort of illness or just a different working brain than my peers) and due to the insane prices,I can't get diagnosed. I have tho been researching alot of different mental illnesses and divergences and display alot of ADHD/ADD symptoms. Almost 90% of the common and uncommon symptoms I have,at some point in my life,felt. I also display autism symptoms but much less. There may be other ones but again,I'm still in the middle of researching as it's not just a small Google search and the first few links that pop up.

I do have the ability to drop out of school but many people in my life + darn society have forced me to go to school for the next however long it is for 5 times a day,7 and a half hours a day,sit in 5 mundane classes,go home,and possibly suffer some more. I have been having a hard time paying attention or finding motivation in the classes although have pretty good grades. (My attendance is... Something else 😬 BUT purely for what I'm about to say next) The teachers at my school spend too much time trying to shush and punish the misbehaving kids (which I sometimes join too but purely because there's nothing better for me to do as the whole class is paused while the kid is misbehaving but I'm nowhere NEAR as bad as them.) and so,much of the 7 and a half hours are spent sitting at the desk;in full uniform,not being able to stand up, and not allowed our phones. Pretty understandable but when you sit for 1 hour for 5 whole classes for 5 times a day with nothing but your thoughts it is an absolute WRECK. And for some people this may seem like a dream! And it would be,IF IT WASNT FOR THE CONSTANT CHATTER,CONSTANT BICKERING AND TALKING OF THE APPROX 30 OTHER KIDS IN THE FKING CLASS. IF IT WASN'T FOR THE AIRPLANES THROWN ACROSS THE CLASS EVERY 10 FKING MINUTES. IF IT WASNT FOR THE 'POPULAR GIRLS' THROWING RANDOM PAPER BITS OR SMALL SWEETS AT YOUR HEAD. IF IT WASNT FOR THE SCREAMING OF THE TEACHER AND CONSTANT FIDGETING OF OTHER PEOPLE LIKE PEN CLICKING OR HUMMING.

Calming down now,it ofcourse isn't always like this. This isn't some class from a movie about an untameable class with only one good perfect student. But the absolute things I would do to absolutely hush every child in the damn room would definetely reach headlines. Only thing stopping me? The consequences that would follow. Detention,police involvement,fines,possible criminal record,maybe jail time,who knows! But definetely not a great big thank you.

Ok ok, we're getting slightly off topic now,it's about how I,a neurodivergent,would like advice on what to do in class while I have hours of free time that's completely being wasted. At home I can think of tons of things to entertain me but at school my brain shuts off. I need a list of things to do or bring or think of to distract me from the chaos. A few rules tho of my school: no big or loud fidgets (some teachers prohibit them entirely),no phones or gadgets in class(a small bypass to this is I have wireless earbuds and shoulder length hair which can cover my ears but need to be charged daily and I may miss something of the teacher),must always wear uniform but can take blazers off,in p.e can't wear jewelry and some strict teachers don't allow it In their class either, and that's mainly it from what I can remember. But this isn't the most important part,the most important is me,my brain. So in short he's what I observed about myself and behaviours I never noticed before: I can daydream but I do not have the ability to clearly visualise images and have a hard time thinking of what to think about. I have poor time management. I'm very forgetful,and I mean VERY. I love the textures of sponges but who tf brings a sponge to class? But also I hate the texture of sharp metal rubbing on blazer-like material (ironic as I have alot of safety-clip backed pins. Yes I absolutely cringe when it makes that rough ''skghh" sound). I love worksheets, especially when others are not doing the same one as me. I like reading but can NOT focus when others are talking. Like drawing but find it hard to find something that I am passionate on drawing for that moment specifically and ofcourse can't remember what exists,bad memorryyyy,so I just draw what's around me and ofcourse there's barely anything. I like researching,making lists,and brainstorming on topics that have no connection to the class- it's something weirdly fun,but I can't seem to know what topic to choose! I love animals (specifically birds,pets,dogs,cats and mammals);the other world like space,metaphysics,magic,ect; my own brain; gravity falls; ciphers; Rick and Morty. There are a few other things but once again,bad memorryyyyyyy (I have litterally forgotten my own identity on multiple occasions.

So please,if you could,give me ANY idea of what to do. I appreciate it if it's something to do with writing. I can get a notebook just for writing random stuff but just tell me what!!! An example be like: write about all your current interests,write about every single person in class,ect.

Some things that have worked for me before in school was writing about my show/book,listening to music while doing worksheets and glueing glitter to my book. Some things that didn't work at all was drawing other students andddd I think there was alot of other stuff I tried. Shit I genuinely can't remember although I've sat here for like 10 minutes.

[wolfpants]

Hi wolf! Bit random but I wanted to pop in to say how AWESOME you are for all your Kinkuary fics! I've only read a handful so far (which is impressive in of itself; I've barely been reading at all this year so far 🥲) but just seeing the variety of stories you're putting out, and a new one every day???? And such respectable word counts for daily posting, too! I'm always excited to see what new thing you've come out with each day. And basically I think you're a rockstar and it's mega cool what you've managed this month!! 🥳

Also a special thanks making The Classics exist, because I am forever in need of more Draco/Sirius and that one is excellent!

Lots of love and good writerly vibes to you!! 💖💖

Wahh, what a lovely, lovely message, thank you so much @danpuff-ao3! I'm working on Tuesday's fic right now and it's so encouraging to get this kind of feedback, I do feel like my brain is mush now that I'm at the end!!!

I'm so glad you've enjoyed the series!

You are the BEST!! 💘❤️💖💘❤️💖💘❤️💖💘❤️💖💘❤️💖