#maybe would write a poem about it (hopefully soon)

[tansdiary]

the moon's ethereal but a haunting sight today.

—september three, twenty twenty three

[salty-croissants]

Tu sais je vais t’aimer ( Bullfrog x g/n reader )

It’s been a while since I made a story unrelated to requests … I just felt like doing something a little different since I recently noticed that we have reached 110 followers , which is just - 

Broo !! :,0

I really wanted to take the opportunity to thank you all so much for being so supportive of my little headcanons and stories for Bullfrog and Rayman , you’re all really amazing and kind and you’ve really made me feel like home here on Tumblr …

I may be a bit too busy and ( most of all ) shy to interact much with everyone , but I really do appreciate you guys … thank you so much , I mean it :,) ❤️

Now then , onto the actual story , I’ve recently stumbled upon this beautiful French song , and at some point a random inspiration for a Bullfrog fic hit me : 

what if the reader decided to surprise their beloved frog boy by singing him this song ? Maybe for a special occasion , like the one year anniversary of the relationship ? 

It just seemed too wholesome of a concept for me to let go , so I ended up writing this :,) 

I also added a translation in English for the lyrics , because it’s just so cute and it melted my heart when I read it ;//; 

Hope this turned out okay ! 

Details : use of g/n reader who likes to sing and can play piano ; 

established relationship ; 

no warnings needed 

It had been a very long , tiresome day for Bullfrog …

The last mission the Warden had assigned him and his companions had been filled with complications , and this could easily be guessed by his bruises and ripped clothes .

Even as someone who took pride in his job , he yearned for nothing more than to find a quiet place to rest … hopefully in the arms of his beloved .

He also hadn’t forgotten about what a special time this was , so before going back to you he had managed to pass by a flower shop and buy a bouquet of your favorite flowers : the thought of your smile in front of his gift was the one thing that was keeping him from dropping on the ground for sheer exhaustion .

< I’m back mon amour ! Sorry for being late , this was a much more difficult task than I anticipated … > 

Bullfrog stopped , slightly alarmed by the fact that you weren’t behind the door to greet him like usual :

you were always so happy to see him whenever he got back , so it was quite strange …

He closed the door as quietly as possible and begun to walk , attentive to every single sound to avoid anything sneaking by him .

If something had happened to you , he was more than ready to rescue you and defend you from any possible threat , exhausted or not …

But it was then that he heard it : someone was playing the piano in the living room , and when he finally reached it his eyes widened …

You were there , as beautiful as ever , and as soon as your eyes met you smiled softly at him and started to sing …

< Tu sais je vais t'aimer même sans ta présence 

( You know I'm going to love you even without your presence ) 

Je vais t'aimer même sans espérance 

( I will love you even without hope )

Je vais t'aimer tous les jours de ma vie 🎶 

( I will love you all the days of my life ) > 

Bullfrog wanted to say so many things in that very moment , and yet he was so overwhelmed by joy that he couldn’t bring himself to speak …

He just walked forward , sitting on a chair next to you while listening to the sound of your voice .

< Dans mes poèmes, je t'écrirai c'est toi que j'aime …

( In my poems I will write to you it is you that I love ) 

C'est toi que j'aimerai tous les jours de ma vie🎶 

( It's you that I would love all the days of my life ) > 

He looked up at you in awe , nodding his head to the beat , and as soon as the song ended and your hands left the piano you finally turned around once more to look at your boyfriend .

< Happy anniversary , love ~ 

God , you won’t believe how many months it took to learn how to pronounce everything correctly … buut , I just really wanted to do something special for you , you know ? I hope I didn’t butcher too many words … 

Also sorry for being so quiet before , I didn’t mean to scare you , but I wanted to surprise you and - > 

Worry immediately filled your eyes when you took a better look and noticed the bruises on his face , but Bullfrog shook his head , caressing your cheek with one hand …

< Don’t you think about that my dear , it’s nothing … besides , receiving something so beautiful from you as a gift was enough to make it all better . > 

He smiled at you tenderly , watching you leave a kiss on his palm .

< Thank you , y/n … je t'aime tellement … ~ > 

You let out a little chuckle , unable to stop your cheeks from turning red in front of his loving words …

< I love you too , Bullfrog … I’m really lucky to have you , you know ? > 

Before you could even realize it , the distance between your faces diminished more and more , until eventually your lips met into a much anticipated and needed kiss .

You closed your eyes , letting out a sigh while holding Bullfrog in your arms , and you could feel all the tension in his body instantly melt to your touch as he gladly leaned into it …

Eventually you both pulled away , staring into each other’s eyes and enjoying that precious moment of intimacy .

< We should probably get you patched up now , sweetie … those bruises look painful . > 

< Alright alright , but before that , here … > 

< *gasp* - you remembered my favorite flowers ! Thank you Bullfrog , these look beautiful ! > 

< Don’t mention it mon cher , it’s not quite as good as your gift , but … > 

< Are you kidding ? I love them ! We should put them in some water before they start wilting … > 

As the two of you carried on with your conversations , glad to finally be together , the sun started to disappear behind the tall skyscrapers of the city … some of the nightly neon lights were already starting to illuminate the crowded streets .

It had certainly been a one year anniversary to remember .

[flowercrown-bard]

Hi there ♡ Could I request a fluffy Jaskier/Eskel ficlet where Jaskier leaves little notes or poems on towns notice boards and Eskel collects them, following the trail until he comes across Jaskier again. It would be even sweeter if it was a first kiss fic.

Thank you ♡♡ feel free to tweak the idea however you like.

Thank you for the prompt!

word count: 2k

Witcher Wanted

Larger cities were a strange thing. Some of them were more progressive, more open towards the other and willing to treat witchers somewhat kindly. Other times, however, it was quite the opposite. More people meant a potentially bigger mob, should things go south. So when Eskel entered Novigrad, he wasn’t sure what to expect. He kept his shoulders hunched forward, so as to appear smaller and less threatening and kept his hood up to cover his scars. For the most part, people ignored him, which was better than he had hoped for. Still, the longer he went ignored, the more did the hole in his chest grow. It had been so long since he had laughed with his brothers, cuddled with his goat or melted at the sound of Jas-

No. He shook his head, stopping himself from finishing that thought. It was no use reminiscing of the times he had stumbled upon the bright-eyed bard, who looked at him without fear and did all he could to coax a smile from him, as if he didn’t even notice the way his scars would turn his happiness into a grotesque grimace. 

It was only when someone gave him a strange look, that Eskel realised that the memory alone had made the corners of his lips twitch upwards. 

He had to stop this or he would do something foolish - like abandon his usual route to head to Oxenfurt. Chances were that Jaskier wouldn’t even be there anyway. It was no use to dream about seeing him again. Eskel had to focus. There had been a reason why he had come here. Though big crowds could prove dangerous to witchers, they were also an easy target for all sorts of malevolent creatures. The year thus far hadn’t been kind to Eskel and chances were that he would find a well paying contract in the big city. 

He ignored his grumbling stomach and the ache of his tired muscles and led Scorpion to one of the notice boards. That was another thing about larger cities: There were multiple notice boards. If you didn’t find any interesting notes on one of them, you might be more lucky looking for more. 

Luck, for once, seemed to be on Eskel’s side. There, right in the middle of the first notice board he checked, hung a piece of parchment - expensive paper, flourishing writing. Clearly, the person who had written it, had coin to spare. And as it would seem, they were willing to use it to pay for a witcher’s service. 

Witcher wanted

If a witcher reads this, please come to the Bread and Butter Bakery, as soon as possible. Your assistance is dearly needed.

Eskel frowned, as he took the note off the board. He turned it around, to see if there was any more information on the back, but no. Nothing. No description of the monster plaguing the bakery, nor an estimate of what they were willing to pay for the contract. Well, maybe it wasn’t wise for a bakery to proclaim that something hairy or slimy was haunting the place where they were selling food. It was worth looking into. 

Eskel folded the parchment, put it into a pocket in his jacket and went off looking for the Bread and Butter. 

It didn’t take long to find. Soon enough, the scent of fresh bread and sweet cakes guided him towards the bakery. Eskel pressed a hand against his stomach to keep it from twisting painfully. Each step that brought him closer to the bakery made him more and more aware of how long it had been since he had last eaten. Hopefully, whatever plagued this place could be done with quickly and if he was lucky, it would pay enough for him to be able to indulge a little into the bakery’s wares. 

He pushed the door open and a little bell that hung above the entrance chimed merrily. A soft looking woman with red cheeks looked up. A strange expression crossed her face, when she took in the sight of Eskel, who made himself smaller. Her scrutinising gaze was uncomfortable, though not unkind. 

“What can I help you with?” The woman asked. 

Awkwardly, Eskel pulled out the slip of paper. 

“This says, you’re in need of a witcher?”

“Oh thank Meletile!” The baker wiped her hands on her apron. “I thought you’d never come.”

“Is the situation that dire?” Eskel asked, tensing. His eyes darted around the room and he strained his ears, but he couldn’t find anything wrong here.

“Dire?” The baker let out a strained laugh. “Dire, he says! Yes, it most definitely is.” Instead of elaborating, she hurried through the backdoor behind the counter, leaving Eskel lost and confused. After a moment, she came back, holding a bundle of something smelling like warm dough and honey. Eskel’s mouth began to water. His eyes went wide, when the baker thrust the bundle at him unceremoniously. 

“What -”

“Do you have any idea how hard it is to keep these warm and fresh when I don’t even know how long I’ll have to do so?” She jabbed a finger at his chest. “Next time you place an order, you better specify a time.” 

Eskel was so dumbfounded, that he forgot to protest. All he could come up with was, “I have no coin.”

The baker gave him another strange look. “So? It’s already paid for. Now, if you’ll excuse me, now that these are finally off my hands, I need to get back to my other orders.” She left again to the backroom. For a moment, Eskel simply stood there, honey cakes in hand and more confused than he had been in a long time. But there clearly wasn’t anything for him to do here, so for lack of a better idea, he left the bakery. He carefully stowed the cakes into one of Scorpion’s saddlebags - but not before taking a small bite off one of them. He closed his eyes and could barely suppress a moan as the flavour melted on his tongue. He couldn’t remember the last time he had eaten something as delicious as that. He almost ate the rest of the cakes right then and there, but he forced himself to go on. Best to get a room first, so he could sit down, rest his weary bones and savour the cakes fully. 

And in order to do that, he had to get coin first. So off to another notice board he went. And wouldn’t you know it, he found another note, written by the same hand and on the same expensive parchment. 

Witcher wanted

If a witcher reads this, please come to theFlourishing Florist, at your earliest convenience. Your assistance is dearly needed.

A creeping suspicion rose in Eskel, as he neared the small botany shop. People were going in and out, and not a single one looked unsettled at the least. No one - but the shop owner, who pressed a huge bouquet of dandelions into his hands, muttering something about how keeping such weeds around made him appear like some cheap amateur. 

Next, Eskel found a note proclaiming he needed to go to a tailor, who turned out to have been booked for the entire day, for the sole purpose of fixing any holes he might have in his clothing and provide him with a new pair of gloves.

After that, Eskel found a note that sent him to a stable, where there was a box ready for Scorpion. 

With each note he found, the harder it got to stop from smiling. He sped up his steps in his pursuit of the next notice board, when he caught sight of someone sitting by a fountain at the marketplace. The hunched over figure was clad in bright blue and hastily scribbling something down, while their tongue was sticking out in concentration. Eskel’s heart leaped in his chest and he made a strange sound that must have been louder than he had anticipated, for the figure looked up from their writing. Blue eyes widened when they landed on Eskel and the quill scratched across the parchment, splotching ink all over it. 

“No!” Jaskier scrambled to his feet. “You can’t be here!”

A pang went through Eskel’s chest at the words, but before his mind could spiral, Jaskier added, “I’ve not finished this one yet.” He waved the parchment through the air, making the still wet ink run slightly. “It’s taking forever to make all of these preparations and pay people off. You’re still supposed to be at the bakery eating! Did you not find that note yet?” With each word that was spilling from Jaskier’s lips, the warmth in Eskel’s chest grew. 

“I kept the cakes,” he said softly, though there were a hundred other things he would have rather said. He didn’t think he’d be able to find the right words for any of those things. “I wanted to make the most of them.”

“Oh.” Jaskier’s cheeks turned a lovely shade of red. “You liked the surprise then?”

At that, a laugh bubbled up in Eskel’s chest, and for the first time in what felt like forever, he didn’t feel the need to cut it off. He let it spill freely from his split lips. 

“Like it?” He repeated incredulously. “Jaskier, that - I don’t know how to thank you.”

“You don’t have to. I just - well, I hoped I could give you a little happiness.” 

Jaskier made to scratch the back of his neck. Apparently, he had forgotten about the quill he was holding, for he accidentally drew a dark spot onto his cheek.

“You do,” Eskel said, perhaps too quickly. He swallowed and almost took his words back, but then he took a deep breath and a step forward. “The flowers, the food - everything. You have no idea what that means to me.” After a moment of hesitation, he reached out and wiped gently at the smudged ink on Jaskier’s cheek. “But the greatest happiness is finding you.”

Jaskier’s lips fell open into a silent ‘Oh.’

Eskel wanted to pull his hand away, but Jaskier leaned into his touch and suddenly breaking the contact was the hardest thing in the world.

“Then I suppose, I don’t need to finish this message?” Jaskier half-joked and waved the letter he had been writing. 

A smile tugged at Eskel’s lips. “You don’t,” he agreed and cocked his head to the side. “Though I’m curious. What would that note be for?”

“A room at an inn,” Jaskier said. He turned a shade darker and averted his eyes. Nervously, he picked at the edges of the parchment. “Though I suppose, now that you’ve found me, I could just invite you to share my rooms? I have a benefactor here and my rooms are big enough for two. You don’t have to - obviously, you don’t, I just thought -” “Jaskier.” Eskel caressed Jaskier’s cheek with his thumb and Jaskier fell silent. 

“Yeah?” “I would love to share a room with you. And as much time as you’re willing to give.”

“Oh. Good.” Jaskier’s tongue darted out and it looked like he was debating something with himself. Then, he glanced back at Eskel. “In that case, though…could I change the note?” 

Confused, Eskel simply nodded and let go of Jaskier, who turned around and quickly scribbled something onto the paper. He all but thrust it at Eskel and fiddled with his thumbs. Eskel’s breath caught in his throat, as he read. 

Witcher wanted. 

That was it. Not a single word more. In fact, all the other words that had previously been written, where crossed out. 

“What does this mean? Witcher wanted?” 

“Exactly that,” Jaskier said softly, uncharacteristically shy. “And not just any witcher. You. When I heard, you were in town, I - I just wanted to spend time with you. I want you.” He looked away and tugged at some strands of his hair that had fallen into his eyes. “If you want me too, that is.” “I do.” Eskel gently took Jaskier’s chin in his hand and tilted his head until their faces were only inches apart. “Believe me, I do.” Slowly, to give Jaskier enough time to pull away, Eskel leaned in. Jaskier did not flinch back. Instead, he flung his arms around Eskel’s neck and pulled him closer, capturing his lips and sealing his widening smile with his own lips. 

Tomorrow, Eskel might make a comment about how he now could see the appeal of big cities. For now though, there was not a single thought on his mind, other than that he was finally holding his happiness in his arms, and impossibly making Jakier happy in return. 

[star-gazer101]

Ortho, Letters and Puns!

Part One Part Two Part 3 Part 4 

Pairing: Idia Shroud x Reader

Characters: Ortho Shroud and Idia Shroud

Warnings: OOC-ness, a few puns, and a little bit of cursing

AN: Sorry it took so long. I was originally going to post on Valentine's Day, but had a hard time with the chapter’s ending until now. Hope you enjoy!

- Out of all things Ortho has seen and experienced, seeing the highs and lows of others–playing matchmaker was not one of them!

It had been three days since he had last seen his brother back in NRC and already his brother was working non-stop to gain the Prefect’s affections just as soon as he got back.

Rows upon rows of internet forums asking about what was a good gift for a potential significant other and so many, MANY unfinished products scattered across his desk that it became too much to bear!

Wasn’t the custom dorm uniform enough?!

“Brother, maybe you should take a break from this. You’ve been wearing yourself thin, more so than you usually do…”

“I just can’t Ortho!” Came the usual reply. “If I can’t find something they’re bound to like, they’ll come to realize just how pathetic I am and never talk to me again!”

And that’s how these past few days have been: Difficult to the very end. 

The young Shroud had suggested a different method of courtship that he had heard from a fellow, loud, first year, and then suddenly regretted it when Idia actually decided it was the better option.

Him and his big mouth! But he cared for his brother too much to say no…

Now here Ortho was; designed to fit the theme of messenger boy, to deliver letters to Ramshackle Dorm. 

Fortunately, the Prefect found him adorable as they accepted the message. (And promised to hang out once this job is over.)

Unfortunately, Grim would sometimes open the door. He really did not want to think about that incident ever again.

Thankfully there had been more upsides than downsides to this situation. However, he did wonder what his brother had sent them.

A poem perhaps?

Probably not. Idia is terrible when it comes to writing poetry.

-

“Here Prefect.”

“Oh, thank you Ortho! It’s always nice to hear from your brother whenever I’m away!”

“And big bro feels the same way! Hopefully you’ll have time to visit?”

“Not at the moment I’m afraid. The Headmage has me in a chokehold and won’t let me go until the work is finished. So…Maybe tomorrow afternoon? Just promise me to save me a spot at lunch with the others. It’ll be awhile before I’m done with whatever the hell he has on my ‘to do list’.”

Ortho sighed for what felt like the tenth time since he last saw you. And just as he promised, he made sure that there was a reserved spot as the other fellow first years joined him. Everything seemed perfectly normal…

Until Ace noticed he didn’t have his school uniform design on.

“So, Ortho. What’s with the lame get up? It’s even weirder than Loosey Deucey when he has to feed the flamingos.” (Which quickly earned him a kick to his leg by none other than Deuce himself.)

“Don’t insult my brother’s work,” Ortho warned with a glare. “But I have to agree with you on it. It does feel a little embarrassing,” he added with another sigh.

“Sounds rough.” Ace could not help but sympathize. “So what did you do to piss off your brother?”

So in the end, Ortho explained everything. From the delivery of messages and his dilemma of wanting to help his brother, but not wanting to continue being his delivery boy. There was a solidary of understanding between all of the first years at that moment. And Ortho for the first time felt relieved. 

“If you really feel that way, I think it’s best if you tell him. Don’t beat around the bush, just get straight to the point.”

Guess there’s no way of avoiding it…

-

“I’m really sorry, Ortho.”

In the end, Ortho didn’t have to say much. Just by expression alone, Idia could tell how stressed he was when he got back.

Was this the gift of discovering new emotions?

“It’s okay, brother. You didn’t know.”

“Of course I didn’t! But I should have known better! How am I supposed to be your older brother if I don’t notice how exhausted you are?”

“Idia.” Ortho had to put his foot down to get his message across. He almost felt bad for startling his brother. “You don’t have to keep apologizing. Otherwise, you’ll be back where you started when I first came in. And I really don’t want to start this conversation again.”

There was a brief pause until Idia finally responded. “You’re right as always, Ortho. I’m sor–I-I mean…Okay…Got it, cool.”

A relieved sigh was given from the younger Shroud. It’s good that his brother was learning. “Thank you for understanding big bro. And now that that’s settled, how about I take a look at your progress of the Prefect’s letter!”

“E-eh?! Ortho wai–”

Did you hear oxygen and magnesium got together? O Mg.

What did the science book say to the math book? You have got problems!

What type of fish is made up of two sodium atoms? 2Na!

…

…

WHAT?

“Idia, have you really been sending the Prefect bad science puns the whole time?”

Idia let out a nervous chuckle, a hint of pink showing up in his blue flames. “I-it’s pretty normie levels for my taste, but they seem to like the cringey ones the last time we hung out. I was just going to send them cat memes, but I don’t think they would get the joke after being isekai-ed and all–”

“IDIA SHROUD HAVE YOU LOST YOUR MIND?!” Okay, maybe he was overreacting, but at this moment Ortho was too upset at his brother for being an idiot to care how loud he was being. “I THOUGHT YOU WERE GOING TO CONFESS TO THEM! I EVEN WORE THE STUPID OUTFIT AND EVERYTHING AND YOU STILL DIDN’T SAY THOSE THREE SIMPLE WORDS?!”

Knock. Knock.

“Idia? Ortho? Is everything okay in there? Did I come at a bad time?”

“Shit! Player 2 is already here? I-I haven’t even finished the letter!”

Quietly counting down, the younger Shroud calmed himself down as his red flames died out and became a warm blue. Right, now was not the time for petty arguments. The Prefect is what matters, not them.

“Leave it to me, brother. Everything’s fine, Prefect. You can come in.”

And with those words said, you awkwardly entered their room. Judging by your messy appearance, it seems like Crowley had put you through hell and back from the last few hours Ortho had seen you.

Maybe he could convince his brother to blackmail the headmaster for you. Definitely keep that idea tabbed for later.

“I didn’t think I would see you again so soon, big sib! Are you actually done with your work?”

You gave off a bitter laugh. “I wish. Turns out all the janitors are all on strike and now Crowley wants me to do their work as well! I should have known things today were too nice to be true…Anyway, I just came here to let you know about my whereabouts before I take my leave. And I think I’ll stay over at your place to crash when I’m done. Is that okay with you Player 1?”

Idia was hesitant. “Not that I’m against it, but isn’t janitor work a magic based job? Our headmage can’t just put all that expert level stuff on someone with a handicap, especially one with no magic!”

A tired sigh. “Y’know, this isn’t the first time I worked as a janitor…Probably won’t be the last…”

Ah, that’s right. It was almost half a year ago that there were rumors running around about a magicless person turned janitor and a couple of first years causing chaos that resulted in a broken chandelier.

It only seemed like yesterday before he enrolled in NRC.

“...Ortho, initiate ‘Plan E’.”

“Got it!”

“Plan what now?”

“Don’t worry about it, big sib! Just leave it to us. Try not to resist.”

Before you even knew it, you were suddenly grabbed by the younger Shroud and were quickly bundled up in one of their softest blankets and placed on their less messy couch. Not that you’re complaining, but you still felt worried about the rest of Crowley’s work. “B-but what about–”

“Sevens, you worry too much. Ortho, the hot chocolate! Make sure it’s the one they like! I’ll take care of the rest.”

Guess he didn’t need to remind him after all. Progress.

Ortho carefully handed you the hot beverage as you quietly removed yourself from the covers. At least you were now smiling with fondness. 

Just like the first time you had entered Idia’s secret lair. How nostalgic.

“I take it that ‘Plan E’ means: ‘Operation: Pamper the Prefect’? If so, then I think it’s working.”

“Something like that. Big bro tried all different kinds of names, but they all came out too long. So, we decided to stick with ‘Plan E’.”

“Probably for the best,” You muttered while stifling a yawn. Ortho took notice.

“Just try to relax, Prefect. And make sure to drink all of your hot chocolate as well. If you feel up for it, we can play some multi-player games.”

Ortho continued to say more, but all of your thoughts were focused on the eldest in the background, typing furiously on his computer as he downed a can of his energy drink. If your guess is correct, he was definitely finding ways to stop the headmage from giving you too much work.

You really don’t deserve those two…But you are glad to have met them…

-

“How are they, Ortho?” Idia finally asked.

“Out cold.” Answered Ortho. “After finishing their drink, they passed out from exhaustion. I advise a hearty meal with lots of water once they wake up.”

“Guess I’ll try ordering from Woodcutter’s Café again. They never did get back to me on how they lost our limited edition dinner…You wouldn’t happen to know, do you Ortho?”

“Let’s not jump to conclusions, big bro.”

The eldest sighed, dropping the subject as he focused on you. “Did they say anything else?”

“Not much. But they did want me to give you this in response to your letters.”

“T-they did?” Idia took the letter from his brother and quickly read its content.

Ortho shook his head as he already knew what the letter reads.

How do geologists ask each other out? They say, “Are you a carbon sample? Because I’d love to date you.”

And if his brother had half a brain, he would know that he’s being confessed to.

[jkuniverz]

Ok, first long MSM post, let’s see how this goes.

Do you ever think about how all the Rare Core Seasonals follow a specific design principle? While the Commons are basic embodiments of whatever holiday they’re meant to represent, the Rares tend to take a negative aspect of that holiday and incorporate it into their design.

For example, let’s look at Punkleton for a second:

Pumpkin head, skeletal body, autumnal leaves decorating the neck and arms- yup, this sure is a Halloween Monster all right!

So what about Rare Punkleton then?

Well, since the poor guys’s head decomposes faster than usual, it dresses up in a paper bag to help hide itself from other Monsters. It’s taking the Halloween aspect of costumes and dressing up and using it to cover up this Monster’s insecurity, especially since it uses a brown paper bag to cover its head, which often in media represents embarrassment or shame at oneself.

I’m not sure if I did the *best* job at describing that, but looking at the other Rare Core Seasonals will hopefully better convey what I mean.

So, we’ve got:

-Rare Yool: based off of the Grinch and social outcasts

-Rare Schmoochle: have had conflicts and quarrels with one another

-Rare Blabbit: inversely steals Monster Eggs and covers its tracks well

-Rare Hoola: uses their extra hoop to distract Monsters while tricking them

…Ok, so the theme between them is a little loose, but hopefully you’re able to understand what I’m getting at. There’s some negative aspect to its respective holidays that the Rare Seasonals incorporate into its design and lore.

…but that’s just the Rare Core Seasonals. What about the Rare Auxiliary Seasonals? Do they follow this design principle as well?

Let’s take a look at the current 3 Rare Auxiliary Seasonals:

Rare Gobbleygourds have an indomitable will to try and fly- it’s all they really do. How this is supposed to be a negative aspect of Thanksgiving is… beyond me. Maybe it’s that it mirrors Gobbleygourd’s intense desire to feed everyone during Feast-Ember, but all Rare Gobbleygourd does it hurt itself? I don’t know.

All that we know about Rare Jam Boree is that it’s made of chocolate (or rather, chokkolit), and it may have something to do with poems, as it’s ingame Bio reads like one. Maybe Rare Jam Boree likes to write poems in celebration of events? It’s definitely a more deep and meaningful way to celebrate, by writing it down in contrast to plain partying, so there’s that.

Finally, there’s Rare Clavavera. I’m not too familiar with the Day of the Dead holiday, so I don’t really feel confident about pointing out any sort of reference it may have to its real life holiday equivalent. Though, it’s Bio does state that, “Unique to the Rare… is a special interest in writing of short, witty verses that poke light-hearted fun at those same ancestors”, so that may be the aspect of the Monster that fits with the Rare Seasonal theme?… though, I can’t say for sure.

It doesn’t look like the old Rare Seasonal design philosophy is being followed necessarily anymore, at least not with my analysis. Maybe it is, and I’m just not realizing it. Maybe there’s no such thing as a design theme with Rare Seasonals and I’m just a crazy man on the internet rambling about something that doesn’t matter. Regardless of that, I’m going to make small predictions for the next two Rare Aux Seasonals anyways that follow this probably made-up theme, and no one’s going to stop me.

The next Rare Seasonal to be released will be Rare Carillong, coming sometime soon. For it, I predict it to be based off of/poke fun at New Year Resolutions, and more specifically, how no one can ever follow them. The design would be more rugged and unkempt compared to the Common Carillong’s, maybe with frizzled hair, wear showing on the Chimekeeper, and so on. It’d be funny to imagine Rare Carillong as a hypocrite, preaching about turning over a new leaf and setting goals at the start of the year that it itself clearly doesn’t follow.

After that, we’ve got Rare Ffidyll, which I think would be cool if it were the unluckies Monster in the Monster World. Its nose can only sniff out disaster instead of money, it would look slightly beaten from all sorts of comical trouble it’s gotten in, and to show how unlucky it is, its clover hat would only have three petals.

Will these be accurate predictions for the next two Rare Aux Seasonals, following this theme I may have made up? Probably not. But it would be funny!

[shi-daisy]

Future Plans

Day 2! I'll be honest this entry is a bit short, cuz I was seriously stumped but I hope you like seeing Tammy in his soldier days. Hope you like!

@tamlinweek

Tamlin Week 2024- Day 2- Warrior/Poet

Future Plans

The bonfire burned brightly as they gathered around it and ate some rations before sleeping, Tamlin was about to fall over if Amdras hadn't wacked him in the back of the head.

"Eat before you pass out, princey!"

"Jerk."

"Leave Tamlin alone, Andy!" Rosencratz said as he took a sip of wine. "He saved our asses today!"

"Yeah! Just for bothering him it's your turn to talk!" Clavel told him.

The brunette twins and the rest of the squad didn't give up so he shrugged. "Fine. Once we are done with service I'll become a sentry and work until retirement, maybe get married ans have kiddo if I find the right person."

"Awww that's cute! Okay me next! I want to be a chef!" Lilianne, a blue haired blue skinned soldier spoke up. The tiny woman certainly always brought a good fight. Tamlin had no doubts she'd make honors when service finished.

"Ill cook with you Lili! What's say you, Lance? What shall you do?" A tiny male pixie spoke to their shadow wraith friend.

The tall grey skinned fae smiled. "I want to be a gardener. I love Spring! Moving here was the best decision I made!"

"I hear that!" Andras beamed, he was still pale and cold to the touch betraying his Winter heritage yet he seemed very happy to be here. "What about you, Tamlin? What shall you become after military service ends?"

What could he become? He wanted to be a traveling muscian but doubted that could come to pass before Oisin died and one of his brothers took the throne. Then he thought back to the parchments and verses that were on his pack along with weapons.

"I'd be a poet."

"A poet...That suits you, your limericks are always a riot!" Rosencratz said.

"Write about us!" Lilianne joked.

The rest of the group chuckled, approving his decision. He felt slightly bashful having a familiar moment that he sorely lacked at the manor with his blood siblings.

No matter, they'd go back home tomorrow and be done serving in two days. Tamlin intended to reward all his squadamtes upon the end of service. For now he wanted to sleep.

None of them quite heard the roaring monsters in the distance.

***

Death is certain as the sunset over the horizon

Today I stand before you with eyes of iron

That our farewell would come in a thousand years time

Not just as we are about to reach the end of the line

Rest well, in fields of daisies and marigolds

Until we meet again in times of old.

Tamlin finished reading as he stared at the coffins. Only he and Andras made it to the end of service alive, for the rest of the squad perished during the attack on their camp. Tamlin doubted he'd ever forgive himself for failing them. He spent his nights since swearing such a thing wouldn't happen again.

Tamlin put his feelings into reading the verse before collapsing into a fit of crying. Andras held him in a hug until he was quiet.

"That was perfect, you did very well. Come, let's go back and let the morticians do their job. I heard Prince Dorevan called the Autumn prince's to celebrate. Luce will cheer us up."

He smiled sadly. "Yes, it's been a while..."

He stood and let Andras guide him away as they left the room. With one last glance at his friends he swore he'd write them a thousand poems.

"C'mon big guy. I'll take care of you for them." Andras said as they walked away, unaware of the smiles on his ghostly friends faces.

Hopefully neither would join them any time soon.

[sapphiquill]

about page

hi I'm ness (they/she), based in the UK and currently a student at university for creative writing and english lit.

i am primarily an original fiction writer (novels and short stories), and in the past year i've also started to explore writing poetry, and i have previously written fan fic! most, if not all of my writing is very sapphic :)

i have one publication! that being my poem, "a recipe for new love," in the Beloved zine, website linked here.

i have also just started a writing podcast, cos I'm silly and goofy like that. link here.

feel free to send me asks about any of my wips and writing, tag me in tag games and so on! basically i would love to interact more with the writeblr community.

under the cut i'll go over my main wip and other smaller projects, but hopefully i'll get a proper wip intro up soon, which I'll link to.

my main wip

project time stealers - novel - contemporary romance with a side of witchy, fantastical elements (currently drafting)

brief synopsis

Fern is tired, and she's lonely—Addie is floating, taking each day as it comes. But neither is happy, and maybe that's how they find themselves stuck in a time stopped, eternal summer. All they have is an excess of time, and each other, but things are not quite as they seem. For this time stopped state carries with it the whisperings of magic they never thought possible.

And, they're not the only ones stuck here....

excerpt

This girl is dazzlingly eye-catching, that’s Fern’s first thought. She’s bright in the way some might ache to be, effortlessly so, with a baggy blue graphic t-shirt to match her vibrant blue box braids and a nose piercing. A new face, and an interesting one.

other wips

the remains (working title) - poetry collection - from reflective poetry on my musings of growing up religious and lesbian to historical poetry on long forgotten lesbian history, this collection is a love letter to the things we've left behind (currently drafting)

sarracenia's dying day - short story - an attempt at gothic literary ghost girls (editing/revising)

[jilyarchive]

AUGUST AUTHOR SPOTLIGHT: MABELT

Q: Where can we find you and your stories? 

A: @mabeltothknows​, AO3

Q: How would you describe your writing style? 

A: I try to write with a light touch and get the story across, and to pepper in lots of humor where I can so it (hopefully) feels fun and fizzy and not like a slog to read. Sometimes I probably underwrite, and have to go back and make sure the things that are so clear in my head are actually coming across on the page. 

I think many people would describe much of my writing as humor/crackfic, but I really enjoy developing the emotional beats as well. My favorite things are watching how people effect change in others, and exploring incremental moments of growth over time. Maybe my style is most like those chocolate chip cookie recipes where moms hide some good-for-you broccoli in with the sugar, and there was a second half of this metaphor that focused on digestion and which I immediately regretted and will spare you.

Q: How do you come up with ideas for your writing?

A: Sometimes it feels like they just drop from the sky, fully formed, but I’m sure there’s lots of subconscious input happening that leads up to the moment I need to write it down. Others are more clearly the result of watching a TV show, or a conversation. Or sometimes I want to explore a trope but try to take it in a different direction. Death Takes a Holiday started because I wanted to write a holiday fic and also see if I could make dead!Jily fun to read.

Q: When and why did you begin writing fanfiction? 

A: Basically as soon as I knew it existed, I wanted in on the fun. Back in the old days of dial-up internet, when your family had a single computer to share, me and my AOL screen name went trolling for fansites about Newsies and Buffy the Vampire Slayer (there were probably thirty of them) and I was astounded that people could actually write their own stories about my obsessions. After devouring many of them, I decided my ideas were too important and original not to share with the world, because who doesn’t need to read a literal child’s interpretation of Buffy and Angel’s forbidden romance? In the form. Of a long poem. It was my Iliad. One thing you could say about me as a writer at that time was I definitely owned a thesaurus.

Q: What’s one thing you’d tell someone who is considering reading one of your fics? 

A: Thanks! I know there’s an abundance of good fic out there, and probably a lot of other ways you could be spending your time. 

Q: What are some of your favorite Jily tropes?

A: Enemies-to-lovers, enemies-to-friends-to-lovers. Platonic cuddling. James is Lily’s date to Petunia’s wedding. Everyone thinks they’re dating because they’re so obviously right for each other. Oblivious mutual pining. Appreciation of Lily’s emerald-green eyes and the flecks of gold in James’ hazel eyes. Lily and Sirius bond over muggle music, and James is more smitten because they’re friends. I’m sure I’ll think of more later.

Q: What do you like most about the Jily fandom?

A: I like seeing the different ways everyone interprets the same characters we’ve decided to love, and the vast array of origin stories and headcanons. I like the unexpected friendships that have grown from a kernel of a shared interest. 

Q: Pick a favourite Marauders era character. 

A: Lily.

Q: Self-promo time! List the fics that you are most proud of writing.

A:

We Have Buried the Putrid Corpse of Liberty – still entirely too tickled that people like this fic, and the continued support for it and my writing has improved my life drastically.

The Summer of Dying – I love complicated sister relationships, and getting to paint Petunia as something a little more than the Wicked Stepmother archetype Harry has to live with.

Love is the Law – I just loved writing this and flexing the angst muscles.

Q: Fic rec time! Could you recommend a few of your favourite Jily fics?

A: So I am making a concerted effort NOT to plug the same stories/authors I’m always always always gushing about on tumblr. 

Prelude to Destiny by AnEscapeFromReality – This is the fic I went searching for during the pandemic because I remembered loving it so much when I read it years ago, and so it’s also the one that brought me back to Jily. It stood out to me so much because it was the first fic I’d read where Lily was so unique and delightful. 

good crimes by flagpoles – I first read it on tumblr. I didn’t even know texting in fics was a thing at the time. I love everything by this author. 

The Next Great Adventure by @thirty2flavors​ – aka Make Me Cry in 1500 Words.

Thank you @mabeltothknows​ for letting us pick your brain and for sharing your writing with us! ❤️

[leguin]

done with bad poetry for now i think. here's one last one from the archives. will try and make 2024 a year of saying things out loud if they need to be said and not dwelling on any of the rest. and hopefully a year of writing things i actually like lol.

thumbing through my books about lesbians until i find one i want to read and then setting it down to go write a poem about you

amidst all of the obligatory violent fantasies something quieter often emerges when i’m alone, walking or waiting somewhere kissing the skin of your neck where it slumps into back the obdurate curves of your shoulders and belly trying to reconcile the knowledge of the love for you i’d bring to this with the knowledge that this would never ever last this - alternate, closer and further away, non-existent

contrast with that - the moment that does exist your sleep-pressed face this morning i wish we’d been alone so i could’ve been gentler - i don’t do well with witnesses but even so, you sent me photographs of leaves soon after, like you’ve been doing new habits; i was so happy walking home even though i didn’t see you again the idea that the things i notice and care about are things you also notice and care about even if it’s only for me the idea that we are bringing each other to notice the world; beauty and otherwise did i tell you about the madrona growing on my street?

i am happy. i worry that it’s only because of you - that if i can’t find and establish other causes of happiness i will collapse like a house of cards when you eventually grow into somebody else with somebody else my god, the temporary nature of it. if i wasn’t so happy it would break my heart to think about it.

maybe it does a little bit. but still i can’t help but enjoy the moment this week i will bring you an orange or maybe a pen or maybe both. maybe we’ll hug this weekend. i’m excited to see the river with you again, and i’m so glad you’re in my life. i’m so glad.

[rosainta]

[Outdated! No longer applicable]

RQDL Announcement + Wednesday Art Dump!

Started December 13th, 2023 at 8:00AM, Home

Finished December 13th, 2023 at 10:45PM, Home

Announcement #1

Hello there, wonderful viewer!

(“Meet the Demoman” Art by me— more on that later!)

Firstly, the bad news.

I’d like to apologize for not posting these past couple of days. I realize that the whole point of these logs is that they are supposed to be daily… hence the name Rosain Quivan’s Daily Logs, LOL, and me breaking that purpose so soon after starting is a bit disappointing.

However, as I was attempting to continue King of Hearts (Part Three) over those two days, I came to realize that, unfortunately, I actually don’t have enough time to write as I initially thought I would. At least, during the weekdays. This is mostly in part due to classes, extracurriculars and just general life stuff, and as much as I want to urge myself to write and just wing the rest, that’s sadly not possible. And I don’t think that the only 3 hours I have free before sleeping is enough time to write anything substantial, much less of good quality that both of us could enjoy.

I’m sorry if you were looking forward to anything recently, like KoH3, only for it not to be there. I know I promised you that it would be the next log, but I believe I may have to push that farther out to this weekend, or worst case scenario next week.

I know it’s probably not such a big deal for you as I’m putting it here, since I am probably just another random TF2 person on the Internet for you (who, mind you, has only really been active for about 4 days), but it means a lot to me.

I made this vow of continuity and quality to both myself (to improve my writing skills and commitment) and you (to give back to the community whose inspiration never ceases to amaze me), and it pains me to know that I have already failed to follow through with it.

However, as much as this sucks, this does not give me the right to sulk over it, because sulking is for MAGGOTS!!! (Just kidding- sulk as much as you want, we still love you!)

Which is why in order to fix this, I propose….

A SOLUTION!!

(Now, the good news!)

(“Meet the Engineer” Also art by me— explanation coming in a bit, just a little more patience!)

Now, what I’m about to propose is a bit complicated, and I’m not entirely sure if this is going to work… but hey, at least it’s only after the 4th log right? Beginnings offer a lot of room for experimentation. And if it doesn’t work out, we’ll fix it when we get there.

So, because of real-life scheduling conflict, the best way for me to balance this out with writing (as well as all the other things I’d like to include here), I have decided to make a schedule for when and what these logs will look like and contain. Most of what will be on it will likely be considerably shorter works in comparison to say, King of Hearts, because of obvious time constraints, but they include a lot of different things to look forward to aside from the same old writing scheme, like say, artwork!

This way, it provides a bit more variety (so you’re not just stuck reading TF2 essays everyday LOL), and also the possibility for you to provide input, ask questions and make requests!

The first goals I had in mind when making these logs was for this to be fun and enjoyable for both of us, as well as sustainable. So, by having this schedule, hopefully that can fulfill both those goals. Now, enough of my babbling; here it is!

RQDL SCHEDULE

Weekdays (Mondays-Thursdays, possibly Fridays)

Posting time: around 10:30PM, Atlantic Time

Monday : short writings (poems, vignettes, opinions, other stuff like that.)

Tuesday : same as Monday

Wednesday : artwork &/ musical composition (such as shown above!)

Thursday : same as Wednesday

(Friday, possibly) : art requests, anything you’d like!!! (Within reason, of course. I have never attempted NSFW, so let’s maybe steer clear of that… for now)

Weekends (possibly Fridays, Saturdays & Sundays)

Posting time: earlier or later than 11:00PM, Atlantic Time

(Friday, possibly): writing requests, anything you’d like!!! (Again, within reason, of course. still steering clear of NSFW for the time being)

Saturday: long projects (multi-part stories, opinion essays, major art or music projects, publishing, etc.)

Sunday: same as Friday / Saturday

So, yeah, that’s the schedule for the logs! I hope you find it has more variety, and I’m really looking forward to being able to follow through with it, especially the requests part because it allows me to be able to interact with you all more and be able to hear your thoughts!

Again, I’d like to stress that the purpose of these logs is for them to be sustainable but most of all enjoyable for the both of us, so please let me know what I can improve over the course of these logs so those purposes can be realized! Your input is as important to me as booze is to Demo’s survival, so feel free to let me know what you’d like to see next.

Anyhow, that’s it for this announcement! I’m sure you’ve had enough of my rambling as much as my fingers are getting tired of typing, so I’ll just end this off with a final Spy art.

Have a great day, pally!

(“Meet the Spy” Art by me!)

(P.S. All of this artwork dates from around January from an old Daily Art challenge I made for myself, so it is quite old, but I thought it might be nice to share them anyway instead of them just sitting in my camera roll for the rest of its lifetime, LOL. I might post the rest tomorrow!)

Credits: Team Fortress 2 by Valve

Image source: Rosain Quivan

Written by Rosain Quivan Cross posted on Amino ( Rosain Quivan )

[ramblinguitar]

Happy Saturday from your Secret Santa 🎅. I am doing well. How are you doing today?

And thank you! Hopefully this message is just as lovely 🥰.

In regards to Etsy, what made you decide to start selling on there, and what do you find to be your most popular items? My degree is in art, and I like to draw and paint, so I'm thinking handpainting items to sell on there. I just have to make a supply of thing haha.

I also see you like to write! I enjoy writing some too. What kind of things do you generally like to write about? And are your writings available anywhere to read?

I have a soft spot for Nirvana too from my high-school days. I listened to them alot. I know some Soundgarden songs, but admittedly, I haven't delved too deep into their catalog. That's something I know I should do though. Do you have any song recommendations by them?

What other kinds of hobbies do you have? Or things that just interest you in general?

Sorry about the plethora of questions I just dumped on you! I like asking questions 🤣

I will be stopping by again soon, and I hope you have an amazing day! 👋

Hello! I’m so sorry this took me a bit to get to (and no it isn’t too much at all! I thoroughly enjoy it, I wanted to give it time bc of the recs, and then I got busy, and forgot).

For Etsy - I’ve never had like a ‘best seller’, or anything. If one sold more than all the others, it would probably be the Loki one. It was intended for more of a pagan audience, but I’m pretty sure it’s mostly hit the marvel demographic 🤷‍♀️

I think that’s a wonderful idea! I’m also into art (wanted to go to college for it, but didn’t). What medium do you enjoy best? If you intend to sell your works, I’d start with a mix of prints and originals/canvas. And maybe a few stickers. Start with around twenty-twenty five items. Make sure you charge fairly! It can be challenging doing that, and feel like it’s ‘too much’, but you deserve to be paid fairly for your work and time. I’m speaking from experience on that because I didn’t charge properly at first, wanted to make them accessible to everyone as much as possible, and didn’t make enough to meet the cost of materials which I almost had to close the shop over.

I do! Writing has always been a passion of mine. I’d like to publish one day, if I can manage it. I have some works up on here! You can view @skohliwrites for a few poems and one short story. I have others under the #mywriting on this blog. If they don’t show up, let me know, I’d be happy to repost something for you, if you’d like!

I generally writing in the sci-fi fantasy genres, both YA and adult. I also like historical fiction. My current favorite author would probably be Pierce Brown off the top of my head, whom wrote the Red Rising series. If you haven’t read it, I highly recommend!

What genres do you like to write in, or read?

Ooo, I love giving song recs 😂 there’s a tag for it here, too! Feel free to give it a browse - #musicrecs

Here’s a few of my favorite Soundgarden songs, in no order:

And from Chris’ other band, Audioslave, because I need you to hear these vocals:

My other hobbies include playing guitar, being out in nature, reading (that might’ve been a given), crocheting, cooking, and I’m sure there’s some others lol what about you? What’re your hobbies?

Have a wonderful day 🎅! Until next time!

[tamedstray]

Is there a particular aspect/secret/theme/snippet of backstory about Vigor that you have always really liked, but have little opportunity to include in the things you write?

The good news is I have been spoiled by the most lovely mutuals who indulge my nonsense, along with exploring things I never did before making Vigor a bg3 muse. Converting him from a Skyrim OC to a bg3 companion helped me write a proper arc for him. Despite making him back in 2016, I'm only recently learning what happens when he has a support group to grow his confidence and force him out of the wilds.

      But, I want to write more of him as a younger man. Not just with muses he acts genuine with, but muses he would charm and lie to. Even if in meta we all know that he hates doing it, he did have to for many years. I'd love for him to pick a target, internally scream the entire time, and get called out for it. I've plotted some cute stuff from that part of his life, giving him hope through those dark years, but I'd also love for someone to catch him during a kill, especially a shipping partner.

      Also! How he is prone to entering abusive relationships because that's what happens. Not forever, of course, soon enough you've heard it all before. I want to explore the line where his desperation and loneliness are preferable to the fear of being used and owned again.

      Also, also, last one I swear, I need to get better at describing his duality as an upper-class gentleman and a scruffy woodsman. Maybe a more detailed bio might help off the bat? But most of all, I think it's on me to help reinforce that throughout threads. For example, when he does something gentlemanly, I should add some description about his tired eyes or worn out clothes. In reverse, when he's harvesting or hunting, he moves with grace or proudly mentions how a certain plant is referenced in poems and art.

      There's a lot I want to do as drabbles. Anything I can't find a writing partner for, I can do myself, especially exploring his strict childhood or how he managed during his time isolated in the wilderness. It would help me unpack the effects it had on him in more detail, and hopefully help plotting partners understand those years better.

      tl;dr I have thoughts, lots of thoughts. Thank you so much for this question. I've had this blog for two months now, and I already feel spoiled for choice. I currently have assassin Vigor on the brain, but in truth I am still learning more about Vigor every day, and by extension, what I want to explore.

[hollyhomburg]

OH MY GOD I KNEW IT I CALLED IT!!! I WAS LIKE "okay jin is working late, but hes in the fbi and knows about yoongi, so hes working late maybe because of yoongi and the pack/mob," then "jimin would know whos in yoongis family because hes an assassin, so hes gonna miss someone coming in because hes not facing the door. who from yoongis family is gonna pop in" anyway welcome to my brain, sorry, you literally have had this planned out you didnt need my inner thought process hahaha. i absolutely loved this chapter, from jimin being possessive and the mc and jimin living on tae, to tae's poem, it was lovely. i love how you wrote jimin reacting to the poem: "i didnt know tae wanted to be beautiful" or something like that, just, your writing is fantastic and vivid and lovely, you write love and falling in love so beautifully. ive never been in love and dont know if i will (lmao) but this made me feel like i have been?? and the way that you wrote tae's poem is beautiful, it ties into everything about the mc and the love they have for tae and the love tae has for the mc. also the bar they went to was so vivid in my head, it was great. and JACKSON HAHAHAHAHAHA amazing, love love love.

thank you for two updates in one weekend, im sure it was exhausting and tiring and mentally not great, so thank you for all if your hard work, it has surely paid off. hopefully you can get some rest!!! thank you again!! i hope you have a nice rest if your sunday and a nice week!!

hmmmmmm this ask makes me curious what people are going to think when the finally find out what's keeping jin occupied 👀

i think one of the things that im afraid of like- for the characters- like when i tell you that Jimin has absolutely zero idea about tae being trans...Jimin has no clue. that reaction- that fall out- i at least wanted to like- start a bit of that thought process in this chapter so that it will be better set up, i know people are really excited for tae to come out and i want to do it justice!!!

ahhhhh i'm so happy i can give you the taste of a bit of love, the kind that we'll all hopefully get some day soon <3 ahhhhhh wow i'm never going to be able to get over people praising tae's poetry in this cuz i ngl thought it was kinda a little...less than it could have been but! if it makes others happy there is no reason i should be dissatisfied with it!

and ahhh- im taking a bit of a rest few days and letting my brain recuperate, im thinking a good rest activity might be to finally go back and edit the first few chapters of bily and really give them a hard read-through so that i can record the little hints of the story for the eventual explanation thats going to have to go on!

thank you for your lovely review of this chapter!!!

[theretirementstory]

Bonjour et bienvenue, it is 28c and the mercury is set to rise, expecting 33c this afternoon.

It has been a quieter week, less dashing about, but of course I have still found things to do.

However, it was not quiet for part of my family in the UK, “The Daddy” has been doctor and nurse as firstly my grandson was sent home from nursery with “tummy troubles”, then during the night his sister was vomiting and to cap it all “The Mummy” was unwell too! Obviously, the children improved faster than the adult, hopefully now they all feel a lot better.

I appeared to have a “new lease of life” on Monday and surprised myself with all of the jobs I tackled. Unfortunately, this did not continue, although I have been outside (in the heat) doing jobs in the garden. I went out to buy a garden riddle/sieve, as I was sterilising used compost for next year. I hadn’t realised it was such a dirty job until I came back into the house looking like a “coal man”. While I was out looking for this purchase, I spotted some geraniums which were a good price. Of course I then had to buy planters……. honestly, sometimes I need reining in!

It was the “Fête Nationale” on thé 14th, the fireworks started at 11pm on the 13th ( only for 30 minutes). A nearby village was holding a “vide grenier” on thé 14th, so I was up and out early to see if anything caught my eye. Apart from the beautiful setting and lovely scenery nothing else interested me. I am always looking for something “quirky” for the garden, the guéridon I bought for €5 at the last vide grenier was a bargain, as the shop in town has a slightly larger one, which is very corroded in one part, and he wants €19 for it!

I have been knitting for the refugee lady who is expecting a baby, she really wanted a little girl, so I bought wool which would suit a girl. She went for her scan on Monday and was told it is another little boy. She said she cried and cried! I am going to finish the little grey hat, which matches the bootees and I have a little cardigan which I could finish for her too. I need to get that done quickly as they are going to be moved on very soon.

Monique sent another video of her twin grandchildren. They are just six months old, one was laid on her tummy, had her legs like a little frog and managed to get herself mobile…… the other one is always reaching out to touch her sister either poking her face or kicking her head, it’s so funny to see.

I think Anie still has her family over from Indonesia, she is enjoying her time with her granddaughter, plus her son and daughter-in-law.

“The Paralegal” has been on a high this week (is that even possible) as he had good news regarding his work. I think, as I write, that he will be researching and preparing documents.

The garden is looking a lot worse for the high temperatures we have been having. Tomatoes are ripening, strawberries are coming on a treat, I have had two more beetroot, they tasted delicious, but “something” has got the raspberries, and they are not fruiting (maybe they are all finished now). The hibiscus has flowered again although the leaves are turning yellow and dropping off, my blue hydrangea has the teeniest little flower head, I have however, realised that the paniculata “Little Lime” needed more water, and it now has bigger blooms on it. The grass, unfortunately, is well and truly scorched.

Yesterday, I had music playing for hours, going into the garden I was surprised to hear the music outside, then thought no more of it. I had just finished a wonderful duet with Paul Rodgers, the Middlesbrough lad of Free and Bad Company fame, when I realised the French doors were wide open (shutters were down) but we would have been serenading the neighbours 🙈.

I was looking for a poem about summer, now who can remember having to sing this, I think it may have been when I was in the school choir or even just in music lessons (remember those?). Believed to be the oldest example of part-music in existence, this 13th century middle-English song is a round.

« Summer is a coming in,

Loudly sing cuckoo,

Soweth seed and bloweth mead,

And springeth wood anew,

Sing cuckoo! “

The ironing needs to be done, plus another couple of jobs which I won’t get time to do tomorrow as I have a rendezvous. Plus it’s lunchtime and nothing is prepared yet! What have I done with this morning!

Have a great week.

[bluesinmarch]

I like being sad, I love it if I'm honest. Because how would I be able to write sad stories if I've never been sad at all? It brings me inspiration and motivation to write. But something about not exactly being able pick out what's making me sad is terribly unnerving. Is it his passing? Is it the words? Is it the minecraft end poems? Is it the 'so long'? Is it the 'rest easy/well'? Is it the fanart? Is it everything clashing together? I can't pick out what exactly is making me feel so horribly sad, empty and numb, and it's making me feel nervous and alone. But maybe it's just the grief and I don't have to worry.

Rest easy, blood god. You've fought your battles well. You left us too soon, hopefully whatever is after death treats you well <3.

[threenorth]

I wonder what yourd be blogging about if only you would show me your blog, Mayne you got some nice poems, as you have that you scroll this hell of site you calles nightmarish.

Hope your playing your flute, and hopefully not sitting in the shower, I need to get you a bath, oh especially one that has to be big enough for two tall freaks of nature.

Pine and reNwood (like red wood 😂)

Thinking about what kind of things you would be blogging asesthicly, or would be writing with like those renishot, when I thought It was ren I shot, good old. Dyslexia, I wonder if I remember half the stories that made you laugh of not I got some better ones now so hopefully that will make you laugh, even if you hate your laugh I still love it, and you like odd laughs but I haven't had one in awhile... And when I do mom gets all crazy me being on Instagram looking at trash, oh boomers.

Speaking of stories,

Like the time I almost got an asmtha attack and almost thrown in Australian federal prison oh that's just... That one is quite funny for all wrong reasons.

Or the time I flew half across the world and had a week? And bit in a quite nice small town and the only funny thing was some people still thinking I'm British.

*yawn*

*air kiss and virtually duh* *puts my hand on your cheek and rubs it with my thumb*

I miss you beautiful, and hopefully I'll be back soon enough,

I can't risk applying for jobs in Colorado due to my breathing issue, and even the C is looking to move out of state I guess because of his ergh reailty drama or he has another business venture? I don't know exactly.

At least we're still under the same sky.. Kind of..

And maybe next time, And we can lay under the stars,

Having some dandies smores, and If it's Michigan I gotta still kiss you under the haunted light house with the churchbell.

If we do go MI, ceder point is pretty wild it's not like elitch gardens but you can see me scream like a little wimp and hopefully I don't smash my balls on the xl200 now that I know how it ends.

And hopefully not as motion sick from eating to much before. And hopefully by then it shouldn't be to hard with both of us on six figs, we can buy near the family cottage and travel out to places we've dreamed of, like France and Paris

Even if my French is how do you say.... Le shit.

😂

Xo

Yours

R

P.S

I still have no idea why my unsents are chosen I'm guessing I'm breaking some rule and.. he's? manually approving them so they didn't like what I had to say?

Drugs are kicking in.

Hope to see you in one of my weird dream adventures, they always are just so wild I try to forgert them as I don't know about you but sometimes just waking up more exhausted from so muvh visual stimulus?

Oh and I need work on something else for cranky pants, but I'm trying to think of something different, I know you had some and let's say it depends where and how.