#maybe I’ll make them into stickers if there’s enough interest??

[housegoblin]

Baldur’s Gate 3: But Make it Cats🐱

[leprosycock]

sticker club……. 🤔

[gay-wh0re-slut]

HEYYA

can you please write a rhea x fem!reader where they are both at a friends for their birthday, and everyone ends up playing seven minutes in heaven and rhea & reader end up having to play together and end up just having a good convo (maybe some makeout time too😏) and later that night sneak away and secretly hook up (smut pleaseee😍)

shut upppppp this is so goodddddd im giggling and kicking my feet right now omgggg

after writing: this turned out to be a bit long but i couldn’t stop writing. i got a lil flustered writing this one so i hope you like it too eeeee

Present

rhea ripley x fem!reader

content: meeting a hot buff goth wrestler at a friends party but of course you get picked to join her for 7 minutes in heaven. will it get spicy? will there be kissing? who knows?!

You’ve know Zelina since high school and you’ve always been kinda close. Not close enough to where the two of you would hang out everyday but enough to where you could get lunch and it not be awkward. One day at a lunch, she invited you to her birthday party and told you that there was someone that she wanted you to meet.

“I’m not sure if she’s your type but I think you two would get along at least,” she said.

“I don’t even know my type anymore, seems like everyone is either taken or just plain weird,” you fired back.

She left it at that but you both laughed at your statement. You had been struggling to find someone to find you interesting enough to at least to keep a conversation going past two days. Who knows, she might be a great matchmaker.

The day came and her theme was cartoons, of course. So you decided to lazily dress up as Daphne from Scooby Doo. You bought her a gift card to a local craft store as her gift because she’s always making something for a cosplay.

“Hi!! Thank you for coming!” Zelina embraced you carefully so that she wouldn’t mess up her Sailor Moon cosplay too much.

“Of course! Happy birthday!” You followed her in to the kitchen to place the gift by the others. “Do you need help with anything?”

“As of right now, I think I’m good, thank you though!” she smiled as she carried a platter of snacks to the living room.

“Zelina!” you heard an australian accent, “Where are napkins?”

“I’ll get them, one sec,” she said but was quickly cut off.

“Please it’s your day and you’ve already done so much, let me get them. Where are they?” You heard shuffling from the other room.

“You’re too sweet. They’re in the cabinet, under the island in the kitchen.”

“Be right back,” the accent was deep but you could tell that she had lived in the states for a while. She sounded familiar but you couldn’t make it out.

As you were pouring a drink for yourself at the Punch Bar that had cutouts and stickers of WWE things, you heard heels clicking on the tile floor. So you turned to see who it was. A dark figure was crouched at the island. She was wearing tall black platform heels, fishnets, and from behind all you could see was a dark purple cape draped over broad shoulders.

She quickly grabbed the napkins and stood up facing you, “oh, sorry,” her light blue eyes stared into you as purple eyeshadow complimented them perfectly. The hood on her head was placed to frame her face just right, “just needed napkins.” She gave you a smile as she raised her shoulder and scrunched her nose before clicking away again back into the living room.

You were frozen. She was so enchanting. You couldn’t even process what she was supposed to be. You stood silently barely holding onto the cup in your hand, your mouth ran dry, and your heart was beating faster.

“Y/N! You good in there?!” you heard Zelina yell.

“Y-yeah,” you gathered yourself as quickly as possible and walked towards her voice, “couldn’t decide what I wanted.”

“All good! This is Rhea, the girl I was telling you about,” she gestured to the same dark figure that was in the kitchen moments ago.

“Aw you talk about me?” her accent flew to your ears gracefully.

“Don’t let it get to your head Mami,” Zelina laughed before turning back to you, “but you know everyone else right?”

“Hi, yes I do,” your voice was higher than usual because you were nervous, which you quickly fixed, “nice to meet you,” you finally glanced down at the black body suit and the belt she was wearing, “Oh you’re Raven from Teen Titans!”

“I am!” Rhea flicked the cape behind her dramatically. “I’ve only seen a few episodes but I know Z really likes it.”

“Yeah it’s good!” you couldn’t think of anything to say you were so taken aback by her beauty.

“I’ve heard! Nice to finally meet you,” she giggled before turning back to the party.

The party went on as usual. Talking, drinking, yelling, dancing. Everyone was just tipsy enough to think that playing Seven Minutes in Heaven was a good idea.

“Alright let’s spin this bottle to see who goes,” Zelina slurred her words a bit, it was quite funny to be honest.

So she spins and of course it lands on you, why wouldn’t it.

“Oooooh!!” everyone chimed in.

She spun the bottle again and of course it lands on Rhea, why wouldn’t it.

“Okay you two! I don’t have a closet in here so the bathroom will have to do,” the birthday girl pointed to the door just outside the living room, “Go on! You only have seven minutesssss!”

You let out a big sigh before getting up to walk towards the bathroom. Rhea follows and clicks behind you. Your heart was already beating so fast you felt like it was going to pop out of your chest.

Rhea locked the door behind her, “Well…”

“Well,” you choked.

The two of you leaned on opposite walls. Her muscular arms were crossed as yours were behind you. It was silent for a good minute or so before the australian broke it.

“How do you know Z?”

“Since highschool, but we’ve only recently gotten close. What about you?”

“We work together.”

“Oh you wrestle too?”

“Yeah, on Mondays though, she’s on Fridays,” she chuckled.

“Oh, nice,” you sounded interested but it was so hard to talk to such a pretty person.

“It might be the alcohol talking but I think you’re really pretty,” the wrestler blurted out.

“W-what?” you almost choked, “I-I mean, uh thank you.”

“You’re like…so hot,” she covered her mouth as if she didn’t know she was going to say that either.

“Yeah I think it’s the alcohol,” you laughed. “But for what it’s worth, I think you’re really pretty too.” Where the sudden confidence came from you didn’t know but, it was now or never to shoot your shot.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, you’re like…so hot,” you mocked.

“Thank you,” her face got a little red so she readjusted her stance, “We only have like four minutes left.”

“Yeah,” you wanted to make a move so badly but you didn’t want to push it.

“Do you wanna kiss?” she said in the most confident tone ever.

“Sorry?” your face also turned red at the thought of her close to you.

“Well we gotta do something if we both think the other is hot! But if you don’t want-”

“Yes.”

“Oh, well,” she took a deep breath and took the one step it took to get to you, “you sure?”

Your breathing was labored, your heart was pounding, you were getting hot, “yeah.”

A devilish smile grew on her face which sent you overboard. She gently held your face and kissed you softly. She held it for longer than you thought she would. When she let go, you knew you needed more. So you grabbed the collar of the cape and pulled her in again. This time your lips danced together like they were meant to be. Her hands roamed your body as you held her close. You loved the feeling of her on you, it’s been so long since someone has done anything remotely close.

The way her loud breathing made you feel so weak in the knees, you needed to hear more of it. You pushed her back against her wall with a thud and small moan came from her.

“Didn’t take you to be the dominant type,” she said out of breath.

“I can do both,” you smiled.

“Good to know,” her voice was deep.

That alone made you go crazy. You knew her lipstick was smearing onto you from how her lips looked but you didn’t care. It had been so long since someone simply wanted you that you couldn’t control yourself. Your hands were on her waist holding her back as hers were in your hair pulling you toward her as your lips danced once more. When you remembered that she was wearing a one piece you were pissed, you had it all planned out to sneak your hand where you wanted to most. Instead you opted to just sneak it above the fabric, very thin fabric at that.

A small gasp left her lips as her icy blue eyes rolled back before she fluttered them closed. You started to gently caress her center, her labored breathing-

“TIMES UP!” Zelina yelled as she knocked on the door loudly before trying to open the door.

“Fuck,” Rhea said hitting her head on the wall.

“Glad you locked it,” you joked kissing her once more before peeling yourself off of her.

She stayed on her wall looking defeated while you wiped off her lipstick from you before unlocking the door.

“He- ooooooh, helloooo,” Zelina giggled while playfully biting her finger.

“Not a word,” the wrestler said behind you as she placed her hands on your shoulders before moving past the both of you.

“Whatever you say Mami,” she giggled again before heading back to the living room.

You took a deep breath and let it out slowly thinking that this was the craziest thing that’s happened to you maybe ever.

The party goes on, people get chosen by the Goodness of God, AKA the wine bottle that they were spinning.

Rhea had silently handed her phone to you with the contacts app open, ready for you to add your number in. Your heart pounded with happiness as you shakily typed it in. She already had a heart with flames emoji by your name.

About an hour went by and you received a text from an unknown number. When you looked around the room, you saw Raven staring back at you with a sly smile, licking her teeth. You shivered at her stare so you read the text assuming it was from her.

Meet me at my truck in 10 min.

You watched her get up and silently walk out the door. The others were too drunk to notice her slip out.

So you waited. Somehow patiently, but you got more nervous as time went on, it felt like hours that you were waiting but you had one eye on the clock on the side table the entire time.

Ten minutes finally passed but you waited an extra minute to not seem so desperate. You stood, “I’ll be right back,” you whispered to the birthday girl. She gave you a drunken smile with a nod.

Once you walked out the door, you realized that there were a lot of trucks and you weren’t too sure about which one was hers. You walked around a bit looking for any sign.

“Took ya long enough,” you heard her accent.

Your heart jumped a little, “how was I supposed to know which was yours,” you gestured to the multiple trucks surrounding you.

She was leaned against her ride, arms crossed and one foot over the other. She stared for a few seconds then let out a sigh, “get in.”

“You’re not gonna murder me are you?”

“We’ll see,” She said. You could feel her devilish smile from there.

As you got closer to her, she opened the door to the back seat for you. You gave her a look of appreciation before climbing in. To your surprise, she followed you in and closed the door behind her.

After a slight awkward silence of her adjusting herself, you broke the ice, “What did yo-”

“Sit,” she patted her thighs.

You hesitated, blinking at her, silently asking if she was serious. She raised her eyebrows at you to answer your question. It took a good minute for you to get comfortable but you obeyed. Her threat from earlier seemed a little too real so you didn’t want to risk it.

Her hands immediately clung onto the sides of your torso, slowly running them down to your hips and down your thighs. A shiver ran through you instantly.

“We don’t have long until they notice we’re both gone,” she whispered before removing a hand from your thigh and pulling at the back of your neck. Her soft lips traced your jaw line down your neck as far as she could reach without getting uncomfortable before going back up.

A small moan fell out of you. You were bracing yourself on the headrest with one hand while the other was tangled in her black hair. “I think we will be alright for a while,” you said weakly.

“This shouldn’t take long,” she scoffed.

You backed away from her, looking into her dimly lit eyes, offended, “so you think I’m easy?”

“No, I’m just good at what I do,” she fired back proudly.

With how she was making you feel and you’ve barely done anything, obviously she was right but you couldn’t let her know that, at least not yet. “Riiight,” you rolled your eyes.

A hand quickly found your neck, gripping it tightly, “don’t underestimate me, princess.” Her breath was heavy on your lips as she glared at them.

You didn’t know you liked that until this moment. It caught you off guard but you liked it so bad. “I’m s-sorry,” you choked out. You couldn’t think of anything else to say.

Her hand alleviated the pressure but moved to the side of your neck pulling your head with it. She took the opportunity to bite at your ear, “quick leaner.”

Without you realizing it, her other hand had slipped under your skirt. As she continued to nip and kiss at your neck, the tattooed hand began to caress where you needed her most.

“Mmm,” she breathed, “that’s what I thought,” as she felt you soaking through the booty shorts you wore underneath.

All you could respond with was a moan louder than before. Arching your back at her touch, she began to draw small circles on your center.

“Mmmfuck,” you whined.

She chuckled deeply sending another shiver through you and straight to your core. Going back to kissing your lips, her free hand was now bracing your lower back wanting to sneak to your ass. Both of your hands were cupping her jaw, pulling her in as close as possible. Your hips began to grind on her hand ever so slightly as she matched your rhythm perfectly.

Minutes went by but you couldn’t get enough of her, you needed more. So you grabbed her hand and guided it under the waistband of your shorts hoping she would get the hint.

“A lil desperate, are we?” she smiled into the next kiss.

“Yes,” you kissed her, “fuck,” you kissed again, “please,” you kissed her once more.

“I don’t know, I think I like hearing you beg,” her devilish smile grew back as she ran her tongue over her teeth. The tongue piercing glinted in the street light. Your eyes grew wide at the sight, somehow you didn’t notice it before.

“Are you really gonna make me?”

“If you want me to fuck you,” she said so confidently.

Your mouth fell open. Fuck, here we go. “Fine. Please fuck me,” you said in the blandest tone.

“Oh c’mon, at least act like you want it,” and with that her hand snuck under the shorts and found your wet center, toying with your clit.

You gasped at the new sensation as you threw your head back.

“Now, do you want to try again?” she growled.

“Mhmm,” you bit your lip. The hand started to slowly work its magic, “please,” you whined this time.

“Aw, you can do better,” she added more pressure, “What do you want, princess?”

You rested your forehead on hers, barely holding yourself up from the amount of oxygen you were losing by holding your breath to not let as many moans escape but you couldn’t hold back anymore. You needed her…immediately. “God, please fuck me. I need you so bad, please.”

“I usually go by Mami but God works too,” she chuckled, “but good enough.” So she gently plunged two fingers inside of you.

“FUCK,” you cried out throwing your head back again before letting it drop back forward onto her shoulder.

She slowly pumped in and out of you as best she could. Your hips automatically found their rhythm. Breathless moans were spilling out of you as the familiar knot in your stomach was quickly forming. Her free hand was now on your ass helping you ride her fingers.

You gained some strength to lift your head up to start kissing her again. Moaning into her mouth, your hand tangled themselves in her hair once more. A few more seconds and the knot was almost undone, “Shit, I’m go-”

“Prove it,” she cut you off knowing exactly what you were going to say.

Repeated whines filled the truck as you were sweating and breathless, your arms were weak and your legs were weaker. Finally, the knot was free and you came, hard, “OH GOD,” your eyes rolled back as your back arched, your hands anchoring you to her neck. “FUCK!” as you slammed your head back onto her shoulder. Waves of pleasure shot through your body as you continued to ride it out.

She noticed that your legs began to shake so she slowly pulled out, letting you catch your breath. You heard a noise next to your ear so you lifted your head to find her sucking her fingers clean.

“Holy shit,” you breathed.

“Told you I was good,” she cooed.

“Shut up.”

[elysian-i]

Interesting Creatures

Summary: The reader doesn’t know that Ghost and Simon Riley are one person. He finds it rather funny.

Warnings: Probably has a thousand inaccuracies. Just fluff or crack i’m not sure. Medic!Reader. Age Gap. Reader is shorter than ghost. He’s down bad but doesn’t show it. Rushed, maybe bad writing.

a/n: actually haven’t written in like a year so 🤩 that’s that. this is very short.i also love that picture of addison.

NAVIGATION

“Just saying– man seems like an interesting creature” The voice seemed to be coming from nearly a foot below him, Simon looked downwards, tilting his head and could see only a small head covered by a black hood and light blue trousers on their legs.

“Anyways– this Simon Riley, I'll get to him in a while then” She says, nodding at the officer behind the desk and turning round on her heels. She only acknowledged Simon with a nod, not giving him another glance as so many others do, as though it was an everyday thing to see a man with a skull on his face.

He pauses for a moment, because she is quite– pretty. Lovely enough to make one stop whatever preoccupied them and just admire the sight presented in front. He looks away quickly– because good god, that not who he is, he doesn't go around gawking at women, but he wants to gawk this one as long as she would let him.

She squeezes past him and leaves the office. The man on the desk grins knowingly at Simon. “Why does she know my name?” He inquires. “Well she doesn’t actually does she? Ghost and Simon are separate to her.”

“Yeah I figured” he says huffing.

“I just needed a few signatures from you, she was gonna go and get them”

“Shouldn't you call ‘er back? I’m here, might as well get it over with” He's not sure what makes him say that. Whether it was logic and reason or whether it was the urge to see that scenery again.

“I’ll save her the heart attack– for now, you'll be back her at your desk by the time she comes to it. Let’s talk jus’ now” He smiles and Simon nods, taking a seat. Behind his mask he smirks faintly, thinking just how entertaining it could be, seeing her put together the puzzle as she’d enter his office. See the look of terror in her face, it was the one thing recruits were good at anyway.

—

There is a knock at his door, it’s small, hesitant. Then there's that voice again. “May I come in?” It asks.

Come all you want he thinks to himself. But he clears his throat and tells her to come inside. The door opens and she steps in with the same attire. But she stops right as she enters, looking at him. Eyes pinching, head turning back to look at the plate drilled on the door, then she looks back at him.

"No. Uhm- no- Lieutenant Riley?"

"Yes?" he answers back, grinning ear to ear under the mask. But he withdraws any playfulness from his voice. He sighs.

"You're at the right door, I do believe I am the interesting creature."

Her little face goes blank for a moment, looking away from him and straight and the wall, she doesn't move or breathe. He notes the scrunch of her nose. Then she looks at him and smiles ever so awkwardly. Her eyes crinkling with fear still. “I - did not- that was- what? That was a compliment”

He likes that and he’s not sure why, he likes that she is flustered and bothered. And that he’s the one teasing her, he’d never been one to indulge in these sort of habits but he thinks, just this once.

“S’that so?”

She’d gone red, ears and cheeks scarlet bright, he eyes her again for a moment. His eyes fall down to her- what were those- fucking crocs? With stickers on them?

He’s amused, so amused. He notices the way she hides them away. Pushing them behind each other.

“Well, what’cha want?”

“Ah. l– need you to sign a few forms.”Her voice so much smaller than before. But she steps towards his desk and hands them over. Her hand only reaching the ends of the boards as she grips it while his own almost covers it whole.

Simon looks them over, printing his signature on them in a neat scrawl. She doesn't even look at him, her sole focus on the walls and the floors and the windows.

“You new?”

“Hmm?” She raises her brows questioningly, as though brought back from another world and carelessly brushes aside the tufts covering her pretty eyes. Her hood is down and her hair is tied into a fussed up pony tail.

“Oh- yes fairly”

He gives her a nod and goes back to reading the document. She smelt nice, he thought. There were small ripples of fragrance coming off of her. Fresh and maybe a little floral. So unlike the usual smell of dirt and dust. It was like sitting next to an open window.

After several more minutes, she speaks. “I’m sorry– that I– called ya a creature. Wasn’t nice”

She seemed to be a bad conversationalist, more so than him even. Simon dismisses her words, he only asks, “Name?”

She says it, and Simon repeats it, feeling it dance off his tongue. Beautiful sounding name for a beautiful looking person and all that. “You're a medic then?” He questions, though there’s no need to, she held that Dr. in her name with pride.

“Yes sir”

He holds her gaze for a moment. Then gives her back the forms and such. And as she begins to leave, he wraps a finger round her wrist and feels her go frozen. “Don’t go around telling my name to people. Address me only as Ghost. Got that?”

Even through his glove, he could feel the smoothness of her skin. He feels a burn go through his stomach, her wrists would fit so easily in one palm, they’d melt in it. And he knows, that it’ll never be so. Because he’s him.

"Yes sir"

And he lets go.

—

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[koiiiiijiii]

Heyy I just wanted to say I really reallllyy love your writing and wanted to ask if you can write something about reader who is part of the Sabbat crew and is from the Middle East. Her relationship with the crew is all platonic and they all kinda see her as a little sister she’s 17 btw

hello looove!! at first i was like little bit unsure if my eastern european ass can be accurate and plausible but then i was beaten with thought that i've been in middle east countries multiplate times, but i still can't say that im fully familiar with your culture, so i’ll do it more neutral if you don't mind!!

there gonna be headcanon since i kinda run out of ideas and powers to write scenarios as it takes soooo many time (another reason why it took me almost one month, bc i was pushing myself to write an scenario) 🥹🥹

in love with my girl bella😭

• so like hyok brought you to the team since we saw frames with him on spanish (and i immediately make him person of the world) you prob know each other from cycling school where he was when he was younger.

• joker wouldn’t show many emotions towards you, but will silently brings you bottle of water or little snacks after trainings.

• wooin likes to show you around the city and took hyok with you to try new food and cafes.

• since vinny is new to team he was kinda surprised and firstly you didn’t like each other.

• hyok is the biggest older brother figure to you since it was him who brought you to the team and introduced you, and in general you know each other longer so you build trusting relationships.

• wooin maybe as charismatic and talkative of all of them as he can, but in the end of the day he would be the last who you would came for advice or comfort, simply because you don’t have such strong connection.

• your and vinny relationship will go progressively better with time, so after few weeks you had this friendly rivalry, but he wasn’t too harsh with you since you are girl and younger than him. through building relationships with you he learned patience and how to hold his temper a little bit.

• with joker, on the other hand it was…just silent.. he was silent… at least something in your life should be permanent, and in sabbath its joker who mostly just silent and not really talking. after one training he will silently came to you and just stick some random sticker on your helmet and go away.

• what joker and hyok have in general? they liked to learn about your culture. while hyok will randomly ask super random questions, or ask meaning or translation of jokes he saw in tiktok, joker would be just listening when you explained or if you randomly start share something from your life at home.

• hyok and wooin will use some stereotypical jokes to banter you.

• wooin and vinny less interested, since vinny cared about his mum (another reason why he still doesn’t count you as lil sis, he simply doesn’t have powers and enough emotions, since he can care only about her), and improving his skills and wooin just had many of his dark work stuff to do, so of course they would listen to what you said and mention, but don’t expect them to remember everything what u said

• hyok have some goofy melody from memes from tiktok to your contact melody (def not the explosion sound for messages) (IM SORRY OKAY?)

• 100% few times joker asked you to have an eye on his brothers, and you build quite strong relationships so youngest one definitely will call you older sister (as an older sister i told u it soooo cute🥹🫶🏻)

[peoplepersonoaktree]

So… just out of curiosity-

if I were to make the mushroom turtles into stickers…

If enough people are interested in stickers, I’ll look into selling them sometime during the summer or fall (maybe) :>

if you don’t know what I’m talking about, I turned the rottmnt turtles into mushrooms. v

[livums]

Why I haven’t written in several months

Im being dramatic—it’s been like 3.

Hello writeblr buds, I miss u and I hope the past few months have been as kind and restful as possible 🥰 I realized it’s been some time since I’ve written anything (or written anything about writing anything) and for some reason it’s of some importance to me that it doesn’t look like I vanished or lost interest/commitment to the space.

I’m trying to quit my fuck ass job :/

I have a whole lot of feelings about the job + the field itself and why I think my time in it is drawing to a close, but I probably won’t take the time to write about it here, unprompted. What’s much more exciting for me is, I think, my goal itself.

I realized in like November that I’m doing that thing again—waiting for my life to start. It started when I received an art book Kickstarter reward in the mail and held a very pretty holographic print in my hands up to the light in my bedroom. My bedroom walls were bare, and had been for the past year and some change, when I moved into this unit. I hadn’t felt comfortable decorating knowing I’d be moving out in “only two years”. I caught myself waiting for permanent stability again. Oops! My bad.

I spent hours decorating my walls with all the prints I’d accumulated over the past several years and I felt…. A way. I started using stickers in my journal.

What was I waiting for? What the fuck was wrong with me?

I’ve known I wanted to center art and creativity in my life for as long as I can remember. I’m not going to blame my parents or whatever, but I was told over and over again not to throw myself into pursuing art as a career. It’s not financially viable. “You’ll never make a red cent.” I’d never told them at all that I wanted to do art for a living. I convinced myself for a long time that I didn’t. Lol.

Before I graduated from college in 2020, I faced a decision. I could go to art school, I thought. I could get an MFA. I held an art school catalog in my hand that is requested in the mail. I’d carried it everywhere for months.

I went to grad school instead. Not that I’m bitching about getting into such a prestigious program in my field, but it always felt like the ultimate compromise. It’s something I could tell my parents about and have them be proud of me, while hopefully I could devote time to art on the side. It’s what I’d been doing for the past four years—compromising. I had a professor or three notice, even. Lol.

I moved to a new city in 2020, alone. I was turbo depressed. One day, I spent hours watching animated student films on youtube and bawling my eyes out. Before I had graduated from college, I’d faced a decision and chosen wrong. I asked myself over and over—What do you do if you chose wrong?

Grad school was a nightmare, and I’d rather die than go back, but I don’t even necessarily regret going, I think. I think it was important for me to be in this profession, at least for a time. Maybe this is just me coping, lol, but going to grad school inspired much of what I ventured to write in 2022 and 2023.

Anyways, when I recently held that holographic print up to my bare landlord-white walls, I realized that if I waited any longer to let myself live my life how I wanted, then I was an idiot. In kinder words. I have no excuse not to. I’m giving myself massive grace by believing truly that the past seven years were not a waste of time, but I can’t lie to myself that I’m satisfied with the way my life is right now.

The point is-- I’ve slowed down writing recently because my focus has shifted to art. I’m DEFINITELY not done writing. Not at all! I just realized that if I want to achieve my goal of making enough consistent money off of art to leave my job, I’ll have to start treating art like a second job. Between devoting time to my fuck ass job, to art as a living, and to writing seriously, I’m in kind of a pick-any-two situation. Before, it was fuck ass job and writing seriously. I want to eventually be focused on art and writing as the pillars of my livelihood—that’s my ultimate dream. And we all know that writing is the longest game of creative and financial delayed gratification ever, lol.

I haven’t really talked about this that much on my other socials, lol, but for whatever reason I woke up this morning and felt like I wanted to give an explanation for my sparse writeblr presence. As I hopefully get to scale back to part-time clinician in the future, I hope to get back into some of my stories and start re-breaking old bones into something new and revitalized.

AN EE WAYS, if you’ve read all that, thank you. Mutuals, if u want my discord, feel free to pm me! I’m not disappearing (I will be on tumblr just as much as I have been, which is to say, daily), but I’m much easier to reach by other means. I’ll be (and have been) posting much more on my art blog @lurrkingly as well! If you’d like to um. Witness Me, I’m most Witnessable there or on my art Twitter (also @lurrkingly). (I also have a spicy art Twitter linked to the main one, which I hope to probably be. Siphoning off of for income one day soon. Praying etc.)

I have a game plan, my partner is an excellent support (I think they like playing manager, LOL), and I think, I really think, that I can do it! 🥰🥰🥰

Ok bye MWAH! I like you guys and I’ll never leave! 🎉 💜

[signed-heart]

you open your shoe locker and a letter falls out, landing at your feet with its back side upwards to you. your name was written in familiar cursive—your best friend, suzue, had written it—and around it were heart shaped stickers obnoxiously stickered to form an even bigger heart around your name. at first glance, you could assume that the letter was from the girl herself; however, upon opening it, you were met with a typed up letter in 12pt times new roman. 

and you half cringe. 

“Dearest Y/N,

I am typing this letter to let you know of my feelings for you. I have thunk well and hard about the way you maketh thy muscle in mines chest swell, and butterflies appear within the linings of my stomach.

OK I’m just kidding LOL!! 

I’ll get to the real confession already. 

Hi Y/N

For a while now I’ve actually been thinking about confessing to you. Time feels like it’s running out for some reason and maybe it’s because I feel like someone else just might confess to you before I do. So I thought now was the best time. I wondered how I should do it and it’s no surprise that I asked your best friend for advice right? So here I am… Suzue said it’d be super funny to confess like this and I’m not going to lie, it is pretty funny and interesting, especially once I hit you with the plot twist. But, I digress (for now).

You are, simply put, someone I adore and only wish good things for. You’ve made me feel plenty of things throughout the time we’ve known each other and sometimes (most times) I don’t have the words to describe them. I get all giddy around you, whether it’s because you’re smiling for yourself or smiling for me. Maybe especially when you’re smiling for yourself—seeing you happy on its own just makes me happy (and wouldn’t you say that’s enough for us to know I’ve got a crush on you? haha). I’m not sure whether or not this sounds much like a confession now that I think about it, but I don’t want to be cringe-y and unoriginal by saying things like oh you’re so beautiful, oh you make my heart skip a beat, oh I wanna hold hands with you (I do)—I wanted to be a little more unique so that it’d be memorable, you know??? So, if it doesn’t seem as romantic, just read it like it is! haha. 

Plus, this isn’t the whole confession itself.

Let’s play a game, Y/N! and I know you’ll play because you’re nosy and you’ll never let yourself live down never knowing who wrote (typed LOL) this letter. I’ll give you 7 business days (meaning, excluding the weekend hahahaha) to find me. Once you’re certain it’s me, hmmmm tell me how I signed off on this letter. That way only I’ll know what you’re talking about. Isn’t that exciting? You don’t even know who I am but you and I already have a little secret. 

Well, actually, someone else is unfortunately in on this secret… Go see Suzue for your one and only clue! 

I’ll see you soon cutie ;D

signed, ♡”

it’s only 8:00am and you don’t have to be in your homeroom for another 30 minutes. you know suzue is most likely still in the gymnasium as she is the boys volleyball team’s manager. you also knew you two would meet for lunch, as always. however, if you head to her now, you would have more time to let the clue settle in… 

what do you do? 

head to the gym to see suzue

head to class and try to analyze the letter on your own

throw the letter in the trash

[shmurg]

i’m glad you guys seem to like my crackship LOL! funnily enough, today is actually the one year anniversary of me making it, so I did this sticker design to celebrate. I have a LOT of art of them that I don’t post, mainly because I don’t want to clog up my art accounts. maybe I’ll make a separate blog if people are interested?

anyway. draw what makes you happy. especially if it’s your two favorite characters holding hands.

[chibigaia-art]

Post to uh attempt to explain what's going on with me but basically, a lot of stuff is piling up rn? Between class starting again and consequential hw, a family emergency, zine deadlines + work for my comic / attending conventions as author, this month has been kind of hell - half fun, but still did a number on my brain; anyway bit of future plans under the cut

I DO have some stuff backlogged to post, + one more finished zine piece, so there's that at least! I just need to remember to post lmao

Anyway, I'm gonna update Patreon for both tiers either today or tomorrow + I'll make a post with early previews of future merch for 5€+ patreons! I'm still not done with all the designs I want to make but part of it is done;

in terms of future plans:

next preorders are still a mystery for when they'll start, because there's, you know, a lot of stuff going on, and not just with me

Tenmiko comic update might be a near possibility, I just need to find the time to sit and draw it

I was thinking of making a tier on Patreon for a monthly sticker club, maybe??? I can mail stickers via envelope, they require less time at the post office and I could still make at least some merch while waiting to do the big preorder thing. I'll probably make a Google form to see if enough people are interested in that in the future

I still want to make either a third “and they were roommate” comic or just. a small kiibouruma zine idk. i miss them. this isnt a future plan its mostly me sighing and looking out the window

+ se andate a lucca comics a fine mese e volete comprare qualcosa dallo shop, mandatemi un dm così ci accordiamo per un drop off dato che sarò in fiera

[emerulynn]

I loveeeee the aesthetic you give all the Ben 10 characters!! If you do make charms I can't wait to buy them 👉👈

But i am planning to sell stickers and badges in Vietnam first as a start tho. Maybe Netherlands too when I move there at around September, I’ll try to learn more about international shipping and merch printing there 😭😭😭 Idk if enough people are interested in buying my stuff tho so I may post a survey or sth first bjedkwllwjswjwj

Thank you so much tho!!! I only make personal merch atm so it’s so its always so good to know ppl also wanna buy my self indulgent merch lol

About the aesthetics tho, thanks for noticing aaaaaa i love giving them clothes i wanna wear 😭💖 maybe ill make a sheet explaining the aesthetics i give each of them in the future

[the-royal-daddy]

Hi 💕 longtime follower, short time mutual who adores your kind heart and soft spirit! I just wanted to ask, what are some of your favorite things to be able to give your little as a daddy? What kinds of routines or traditions would you be most excited to provide? Everyone’s way of being a daddy is unique and I think it’s a beautiful blueprint of them and their personality, and I’d love to know yours ☺️ Thanks for being a beloved fave and now mutual!!

Are you kidding me this is so sweet!!! I was kinda having a bad day but you made it all the way better 🥺💖

So as I’ve mentioned before, I’m a soft dom at heart; I’m not big mean and scary and I’m only interested in light BDSM. It would honestly break my heart to cause my little intense physical pain, even if it was consensual. I’m just more gentle and nurturing than anything else!

I would love to give my little some structure for her day - while I’m at work she would have chores to do, and a sticker chart to keep track. Once she gets enough stickers, I’ll take her to buy a new toy or stuffie 🐻

Everyone can see I’m very much into babying my little. Diapers and pull-ups, onesies, bottles and sippy cups, maybe even a high chair 🙈 I would put some parental blocks on the TV so she could only watch age-appropriate shows. I want to cook for my baby and do her hair and give her baths and read bedtime stories with all the silly voices 💕

I think most of all, I want to be the rock for my little girl. I want to celebrate her victories and hold her when she’s having an “off” day. If little space is her coping mechanism for any reason, I want her to feel safe and know that Daddy will always take care of her. I would carry her, give her all the snuggles and kisses I have, and make sure she knows that Daddy loves her no matter what. She’ll be Daddy’s super spoiled little princess. 👑🍼💙

[nancypullen]

HAPPY FALLLLLLL!!!!!

It’s September 22 and my season has arrived!!!

Mmmmm-hmmm, I feel it in my bones!   I’ve gone down the frugal decorating hole while pulling together my craft room, and I have lots to share, but first let’s talk about fall.  It’s HERE!  I pulled into the driveway a couple of days ago and when I stepped out of the car THIS beauty was on the ground.

Is that perfection or what?  Oh, my soul gave a huge sigh of relief and I thought, “It’s happening.”  I mean, it happens every year.  We know it’s coming.  But as we slog through August it feels so far away...then those first few brilliant leaves show up and hope soars.  Too dramatic? Is it just me?  I don’t care. Give me fat pumpkins and beautiful leaves! I woke up this morning and my very first thought was, “It’s autumn!”  The calendar says so.  I had no idea what the forecast for the day was, might be 60, might be 90 - but it’s officially fall.  Then, as if that’s not enough reason to rejoice, I received an early birthday gift. It rained!  The sky grew dark, the wind picked up, and the clouds emptied their bellies.  It was glorious.  I’m sure there’s a word for people who love rain...hang on, I’ll look it up.

There ya’ go.  Bet there’s a club.  Maybe I can start a local chapter for those who “find joy and peace of mind during rainy days”.  Members will only have one rule, leave me alone on rainy days.  The rest of the time we’ll just sit around together wishing for rain. Anyway, I was so  excited about the downpour that I decided it was the perfect time to go buy some mums and pumpkins. Denton is so pretty in the rain.  I sat at a stop sign during the 4 minute drive to the store (everything is 4 minutes away in this town) and admired this house.  Rocking chairs on the porch, flags flapping in autumn’s first rain, but in dire need of pumpkins.

That porch is begging for some cornstalks, mums, and pumpkins.  I should become a gourd bandit and go around town after dark leaving pumpkins on front steps.  In America that’s a great way to get shot, so I won’t. From that stop sign I zipped (at 25 mph) up the street and picked out two big pots of burgundy mums and a couple of chubby pumpkins, either one would make a fine carriage for Cinderella. They’re on our porch right now, celebrating September 22nd - the gateway to all that is beautiful and fun.  It’s dark as I type this, so I’ll snap photos tomorrow.  Time to start dressing the porch for the season.  I love summer gardens, but fall colors fill my soul. In other news, my craft room is nearly finished.  I have been a painting, transfer rubbing, decorating, tugging, lugging. moving, organizing fool.  I don’t want to share photos until the last piece is in place.  That last piece is a rug I ordered and I’m going to be bummed if the color is not what I’m hoping.  Shopping online is sometimes a roll of the dice.  BUT...I’ll share some of what I’ve been up to. The desk was painted, then I used Iron Orchid transfers for floral accents.  I put together a gallery wall behind the desk, using frames I already had or found at Goodwill.  Various shades of gold paint gave them some interest. I filled those frames with prints I’ve picked up on our travels, or that I printed at Walgreens.  I did the whole wall for less than $20.  That’s why, although it’s not perfect, I love it.  Here’s a glimpse when the room was still topsy-turvey.

Stuff on the desk, stuff on the floor - but in progress!   Also, a note about the desk.  My plan is to put a quote on the front panel - some meaningful script about art or imagination, done in gold.  I haven’t settled on anything yet but this keeps coming to mind.

It’s really more appropriate for what I’ll be feeling when I use the room. Also, that left front panel may need a do-over. The whole desk is heavy wood, and is meant to be pushed up against a wall, so that one panel on the left is a really cheap, almost cardboard sort of something.  Because of that the transfer looks a little too much like a sticker.  On other parts of the desk it looks painted on and just blends so beautifully. It’s not budging, but we could replace that with a thin piece of wood and I could paint it and slap some flowers on.  Or I could leave it just like that because we’re apparently not on the Christmas home tour this year.  Go figure. Anywayyyyy, back to the pictures.  I picked up this little watercolor in a gallery in Bar Harbor, Maine.

This one is from Sisters, Oregon and made me think of my Grandma Ethel.  I painted a sturdy piece of cardboard with the same paint I used on the desk and stuck it on there.

This  Beatrix Potter print was purchased on Portobello Road in London.

And so on..  I still have some that I haven’t used but I can add to that gallery over time.  This time I filled in spaces with things I printed at Walgreens for pennies.

This one might be my favorite.

Pardon the lights reflecting on the glass, but that little mouse, who climbed that ladder to stuff his face with Moon cheese, is just the sort whimsy that I like to surround myself with.  With which I like to surround myself. Isn’t he a hoot?

But the bit that is making me the happiest, the  pièce de résistance, was the result of cramming together two things I already had.  I’d picked up this old frame at a barn sale in Tennessee.  I chalk painted some slats, glued them in, and put a big ol’ P. on it.  I never found the right spot for it.  So I pulled that P off and sanded off the glue.

I had loads of transfers leftover, and a sign that spoke to me at the last Country Living Fair I attended.

I rubbed flowers all over those slats, glued my sign on top, and left a heavy box of books on it for a day. Now I’m in love with it!

That’s on the wall to the right of my desk.  I plan to gaze at it a lot. Good focal point for daydreaming.  The mister gifted me a beautiful cabinet (it’s my birthday!) that sits in a corner across the room on the left side of the double windows.

I’ve been busy organizing the interior, so the top isn’t fancied up just yet. That’s my witch ball from Salem, some of my favorite art books, and extra brushes. That basket has more books in it.

I’ll foof that up later.

In the other corner is a chair that was in our living room in Mt. Juliet.  Mickey loves it (it is really comfy) and was adamant that we bring it up here for his office.  He quickly decided that he didn’t want it in his office,  and since it worked with our old furniture and wall colors but not the new - I didn’t use it in the living room.  It doesn’t really match anything in this room either, but I tossed a cream-colored throw over it and added a rosy pillow.  Good enough.  It’s a lovely spot to read on a rainy day.

I’ll find a better pillow, something that ties it in with the room a little better, but I am trying to pull in more of the rose color, which is what I’m hoping the rug will do.  Rub some beads, light a candle, I’m asking the universe not to send me a hot pink rug.  So you can see what’s been keeping me busy this week.  Painting, gluing, dragging stuff around, going through three packs of command strips.  Hanging pictures is not easy when you’re a short woman.  Pretty sure that I did a solid hour of step aerobics going up and down on my step stool trying to get things right.  My pink tape measure and my pink level got a workout.

I mark the height I want with painters tape so I can sort of sit the frame there and then level it.  Works for me..  For the gallery wall I just found the center of the wall for my big picture, then worked my way out using the same amount of space on each side.

Is that the right way to do it? I have no idea.  But when you’re a small woman working alone with a step stool it gets the job done.  I will never be featured on HGTV, but I will finish the dang job. So all of those pieces are starting to come together and the room is looking pretty.  Once I get the finishing touches in ( is a room ever truly finished?)  I’ll do a little video or something.  Maybe just pictures - no one wants to hear me narrate a room. You just know I’d yammer on about every little print and flower. If you’ve stayed awake and finished this whole post, give yourself a cookie!  You have certainly earned it. I basically dumped all of my thoughts - Fall! Rain! Room! - in your lap and rambled like a loon.  There was a lot to be happy about today.  Did I mention the mums and pumpkins?

Alright, I’m off to take a bath and read about murder while two cats stare at me.  They can’t bear to let me out of their sight so they sit in the bathroom and  watch me in the tub.  Weirdos.  I tried closing the door but the crying and apparent emotional abuse wasn’t worth it.   I hope that your first day of autumn has been a splendid one.  We’ve just boarded a train for a ride through the most scenic part of the year.  I hope it goes slowly so I can savor every moment. Sending out love and everything pumpkin spiced! Stay safe, stay well.

Nancy 

[girlierest]

it’s my art blog’s 8th anniversary which means it’s been 8 years of this bullshit and in those 8 years I accomplished nothing and I can’t even write this on that fucking blog because I constantly lose followers for when I bump my own work, post any art, speak, breathe, etc.

8 years of trying to make it and going from being committed and optimistically hopeful to being politely chastised into giving up - “don’t try to be the kind of artist you want to be, just draw for fUnNnn, don’t care about wanting to achieve long standing goals from your childhood, stop paNdeRing to fandoM interesTs and DraW whaT YoU LoVE” (as if I haven’t been) and subsequently hating myself, everything I draw, feeling constant guilt for wanting to be successful because NuMBeRs dOn’T MaTTEr!

And this feeling sucks because I know I’m not the worst at drawing out there. At one point I considered myself on par with the other artists in a fandom and thought they also viewed me as their peer (I guess not). I didn’t bat the same traction as they did because I was drawing my own ideas and not pandering to fandom preferences of half naked men facing left so I knew where I stood. And I was okay with that. Until I was told off.

I quit, for a little while. i still drew because I knew that it was a skill I’d spent years slowly improving and working at improving so to let it rot to waste was honestly disrespectful to myself. I gave up for a spell. I cried a lot. The original question of “hey anyone have any secret to building a bigger following” came about because I’d lost my job during the pandemic and needed to pay for college and in return I got what felt like being scolded for being in a tough spot financially and hoping that I was finally good enough to open commissions. Getting told to stop caring and to stop trying to pander to people and just draw for FuUnNnNn felt more like an accusation and dismissal of everything I did - that I wasn’t enjoying anything I was drawing, which was untrue, that I wasn’t drawing for myself, which is untrue, and that I was pandering and clout chasing, which was entirely untrue.

It’s been 2 years since then and I now feel dirty and ashamed and guilty for wanting to be the kind of artist I had wanted to be when I seriously committed to my art - the kind who can open commissions, the one who has a little shop on bigcartel or something and gets to design stickers and prints. The one who gets to be in zines with other artists. It felt like I had all the people I tried so desperately to be considered a peer tell me to fuck off and sit down at the nobody table, and that there was no room for me to be among them and it still fucking hurts.

I’ve kind of bounced back into being able to draw digitally and trying to finish something once a month. Not with the same enthusiasm, but at least the sense of accomplishment at finishing something and the enjoyment of research and coming up with something is coming back to me. Maybe in a year or two I’ll be back on my feet, but honestly every time I feel like shit, the voices of the people I desperately tried to fit in with come back like a raining pile of bricks on my head to remind me that I’m not good enough to be a commercial artist, and that I shouldn’t sell out and try to be one and simply be content with being a hobbyist. Every time I feel that inch of accomplishment their voices come back to me to tell me to stop being such a clout chasing loser, and that I shouldn’t and am not allowed to want the things they accomplished. And it sucks.

[goblinselfshippr]

Oh shit I dont think I've talked about the library in depth here yet. I’m gonna go ahead and post as is because I don’t think I’ll ever be done, but it’s already long as hell. Get ready for a shit ton of parentheses because I have a weird need to constantly use them

Also called the Library of Alexandria II, it is its own little pocket dimension of knowledge. It isn't technically infinite, but it definitely feels like it. Being Demon King of Time and Space, Sam exists in all dimensions, but not at once. Time is everywhere, meaning there isn't a world that doesn't have a version of him (confusing double negative I know). This means that all versions of him have access to the library.

Since the library is communal between his other selves, it is very common that I am asked where a certain dimension's version of a book is. I don't mind, but they really could just summon it themselves... For some reason I'm the only version of me in the library (it is entirely possible that there's a filter so that I can't see other me's), but most of the other Sam's recognize me. The few that don't just know me as the librarian, which is quite sad that they don't have a version of me. My version of Samael says he would get very lonely because none of his brothers appreciated Assiah the way he did I dont think he realizes I hated it here too until he took me in.

Anyway back to the library, it contains all knowledge that all versions of Samael have personally collected. Yes he has a section of works that he hand copied from the actual Library of Alexandria, but I am not big brained enough to understand all that math. His handwriting from that time is AWFUL too, so even if I could it would take weeks to decipher. This section is the only one that hasn't been updated. The others have since been retyped for easier reading, but these he keeps as they are.

He has a place for his outdated science and math textbooks that were more than likely stolen from a college centuries ago, that he sometimes reads for laughs over a glass of wine. He has so many cutesy math books it is hilarious, these are very obviously children’s books for maybe elementary age kids at the oldest, and they’re all well loved. Big kindergarten math teacher vibes. While demon lore and summoning is in the occult section, there are plenty of books on demon and general nonhuman biology in the science area! 10/10 very interesting. Really cute fact: my favorite bedtime story as a kid was Cosmos by Carl Sagan, (when I say kid I mean I was bringing this nearly disintegrated copy to preschool for show and tell) and the dark blue, gold embossed, absolutely dilapidated copy I grew up with is encased in glass in the science section. Yes I still know every word and when I found out he died before I was even born I cried for a fucking week. I need to buy my fourth copy soon-

The endless history and occult sections are my personal favorites. I actually got to contribute to some of the books in the occult section!! It really comes in handy when helping Dante out on his missions (yeah I’m self inserting by saying I personally made the demon information panels in the first-fourth games bc Nico made the ones in the fourth dhisbcish). There are so. Many. Cursed. Items. In the occult section. I ended up having to make a little corner for them so I wouldn’t accidentally get cursed from putting them back. They’re all given a sticker label like “bat amulet, wearer gets chased by bats until it gets taken off” and put behind glass. You have to come get me to personally unlock whatever item you need and write your reasoning for checking it out.

What about the history right? Surely someone as old as time itself has some really cool information about how people acted prehistory. The answer depends on whether you’re someone that scrolls past the notes or someone who reads as many comments as you possibly can. Sam is a drama queen and self described anthropologist, which means that there are entire file folders of amusing human interactions he witnessed. Things like “Today Neidhart decided he was going to begin courting Grede, and the idiot threw an onion at her. I am still laughing. Worse still, Grede’s sister overheard him wailing to his friend about what happened. All was well in the end though because once she heard the kind words relayed by her sister, Grede decided to give him another chance. How sweet.” It isn’t the flowery biased works about historical figures in power, it’s almost entirely research journals about collective social ideas based on time and region or little snippets that show humans have always been humans. These he keeps the original and hand typed versions together. He does have several signed scores from famous composers and a few original scripts from Shakespeare that he says were gifted to him (idk I wouldn't put it past him to have stolen them or asked for them in exchange for a contract).

Which brings us to the fiction. One of his favorite things about Assiah and the humans that reside there is the creativity, so of course as many nonfiction books as he has, he probably has twice the amount in fiction. Especially since common themes in fiction can show ideals of people at the time. The sheer amount of terrible romance novels in this section is very telling. Some of them have highlighted sections or notes that just say “lol what?” Or “that’s not how any of this works” etc. The only thing he has more of than romance is science fiction. Yes everything is alphabetical, but this section is also sorted by most to least possible. He will get bored one night and just reread the entire section, or at least as much as he can before the sun comes up. He absolutely hates Dr Seuss though and if you bring one in the library he will kick you out. I have no idea why, but this man could not would not in HIS house lmao.

[unknwnxquantity]

Yesterday was cool in terms of synchronicities. It was one of those days so I’d like to share/document while it’s still fresh in my mind. Early in my afternoon shift, there was a guy named Danny who ordered his drinks. He had two drinks, and one food item (3 in total). I noticed while making his drink, there were a lot of 3’s in his order for one drink. 3 shots, 3 pumps of this, 3 pumps of that, 3 raw sugars. I’m making it like huh.. interesting. Maybe I should say something. He’ll probably shrug it off but it’s lighthearted small talk and it’s fun to keep challenging my brain and have small talk/be outgoing. So when I finished I called his name and was like “hey is 3 a lucky # for you or something? lol” and he’s like “actually… it’s been following me for the past two weeks now that you mention it. I haven’t really told anyone about it. I also do/finish things in 3’s, like I’ll tap in 3’s” etc. and I forgot if I said it or he did, but how things like that are important to note. I tell him 3 is a number connected to mind body and soul (333), and I tell him to look it up when he gets a chance to see what the universe might be trying to tell him. I show him one of “my” numbers that I have tatted and he’s like “wow that was my jersey number on all my jerseys growing up” and I’m like :O He then looks up what 3 means (this is all happening while I’m making his second drink btw) and he’s like “wow that really hit a nerve for me” and I’m like “yay! I’m so glad to hear that!” And then I finish and give him his drink and I’m like “and on the sticker it says you order 2 drinks 1 food, 3 items in total” and he’s like wow. The convo finishes after and he’s like I hope you have a great rest of your weekend and I’m like you too!

Then shortly after there were two orders I’m doing. I do one before the other. There’s one girl standing pretty close to where I’m at and the pickup area. Her name being “K”. She gave off a sweet energy I picked up on after my one coworker was leaving from her shift (also sharing my name just a different spelling, and she’s also a drag king, I’ve gone to a couple of her shows I love them) says her usual “aLrIgHt GuYs sTaY cAfFeiNaTeD” in a scratchy voice as she exits. And the girl laughs and smiles at her. Most would just ignore it, be in their own world, or judge almost. So anyway there was another drink coincidently right before (or after? I wasn’t ringing) and the name was Kamisha. I finish Kamisha’s drinks (bear in mind I’ve never heard this name before and I wanted to pronounce it right.. maybe it’s not the rarest of names but rare enough). And I call out the name and she’s like “oh that’s not what I” and then a girl behind her comes to get the two drinks and then the two girls bond over having the same name. It was almost like a sigh of relief or solace/rejoice to find someone with that name out and about. I was like “aw that’s cute”. They talk for a few seconds and then the first Kamisha sits down with someone I’m assuming is her mom. I finish K’s drink and she’s like “yeah I never say my full name bc people don’t know how to spell it right.” I thought that was a nice wholesome moment.

Meanwhile throughout my shift I’m seeing angel numbers way more than usual. 111 777 333pm, 444pm, 555pm on the dot by accident. Usually I kinda search for it lol. But it was just back to back to back.

Then right before I go on my break, im making drinks and I hear “hi excuse me?” And I turn around and I see a kid showing me his phone case, which is the same number I have tatted that I bonded with the first guy about. Im like oh wow that’s my number! Lol and then I’m like is that your jersey number?? And the moms like “yes that’s his baseball jersey number!” And I think I said “wow that’s a lucky number”. In my head I was like damn I should’ve asked the first guy what sports he played to have made a greater connection of synchronicity. Two separate guys, one that seemed kinda my age or at least close to it, and then this young boy, probably 9 or 10, share that same jersey number. Granted people rarely say anything about my tattoos. But it’s nice when they do or it’s brought up and you find this common ground. There’s ALWAYS a common ground with every single person you will ever interact with, it’s about *maybe* finding it in your interactions with them. That’s why I love this job (love is a strong word… I really like this job*… iii think I like this little life✨🎶). The small talk is encouraged and just happens. Yes this job is repetitive as fuck and very overwhelming, but it’s taught me adaptability. It’s taught me a lot about teamwork. Its taught me to be confident in my movements. It’s taught me MULTITASKING and not freezing when feeling overwhelmed but instead push yourself in autopilot and just do.

This reminds me of the other week, there was this one middle aged guy with his teenage daughter, named James (kinda gave bill nye vibes lol) and he was telling me all about galaxies, solar eclipses, two comets that were visible that he saw in 1993, and about the biggest solar eclipse to happen across the US ever is gonna happen on April 8th of this year. You can tell the daughter loves hearing his stories bc she was looking at him from her chair with enthusiasm as he’s talking to me and my guy coworker. Maybe I’ll make another entry about that. That was another day where i was having deep convos with my coworkers and others, like one of those days that the energies are heightened and there’s more synchronicities than usual. It really makes me appreciate life more to have those moments.