#qwerty writing

[the-knucklesverse]

Dressing Up

something something Wachowki's getting officially adopted and he's dressing the rest of the Knux's up in traditional echidna clothing for the special occasion ~~ Qwerty

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"I LOVE THIS!" Boom cried, spinning to let his poncho flare. "It's so warm and soft and cozy and MMMMMMM!"

"Stop that," Wachowski said, gesturing for Boom to put his arms down. He fastened an ornate belt around the taller echidna's waist. "It's not a dress. This is the formal attire for the tribe's respected elder."

Boom looked like he was about to cry. "You see me as a respected elder?" His lower lip trembled.

"You are wise in ways of emotions and communication. The big brother to the rest of us."

"I be older than him, ye know!" Dread called as he came closer. He tugged at the neckline of his outfit. "What be my outfit? Fiercest warrior? Best looking?"

Wachowski paused for a moment. "Something like that."

Dread cast him a cocked eyebrow. "I sense ye're not being completely honest with me, but choose to believe ye anyway, for the sole reason that I look GOOD."

Wachowski uttered a soft snicker. "Then it all works out."

He finished with Boom's attire and made his way around the room, checking and helping the others properly adjust the ornate accessories.

Little Z stood off to the side, staring at himself in a full-length mirror. There was something on the boy's face that Wachowski couldn't place, and he approached the little zombie quickly.

"Little Z, did you need help?"

The boy continued to stare at himself in the glass. "This is . . ."

When he didn't continue, Wachowski walked closer, adjusting the lay of the cloth. "The garment of a young guardian, ready to come of age to serve the Master Emerald."

The boy stared. His eyes were wide, flicking up and down his reflection in the mirror. He swallowed hard. ". . . I wore this before."

"What?" Wachowski was only half-listening. He'd need the Master Emerald to create another belt for the boy, his frame so small and frail this one wouldn't do.

Little Z's eyes went shiny. He opened his mouth once. Swallowed again. Opening it again and his voice was shakier than before.

"I wore this . . . before."

Wachowski straightened another wrinkle before the tone of the boy's voice sank in. He stopped, turning to look at the boy's reflection. "What's wrong?"

Little Z's body began to tremble.

"I don't want to do this. I'm scared. Please don't make me do this!"

The boy's voice turned higher as he spoke, and soon the other echidna in the room were turning toward him.

Wachowski wasn't sure what the problem was. He placed a firm hand on Little Z's shoulder and leaned close.

"You don't have to do anything, you're safe. What's wrong?"

Little Z was shaking now, tears trickling from his eyes.

"Let me go, don't make me do it, let me go, LET ME GO!"

Boom pushed his way forward, with Dread close behind. A flash of confusion passed over him for a second, before he realized the problem. Wachowski didn't know about Z's history. He didn't know how Z became Z.

The little zombie was struggling against Wachowski now, fighting to get away. Boom rushed forward, gently gripping Z's face in his hands and bringing their foreheads together.

"You're safe, Little Z," he soothed, keeping the boy's head against his. "You're safe. No one's going to hurt you. I'm here and I won't let anyone hurt you. I promise."

Dread moved up and pulled Wachowski away. "Get those clothes off him. Now."

Confusion passed over Wachowski's face, but he nodded and moved to pull the robes from Z's shoulders.

"They hurt me, they hurt me, why would they hurt me like that??" Z hissed as he held onto Boom's hands. "They were my friends! They were supposed to take care of me! WHY DID THEY HURT ME??"

Boom couldn't take it anymore and he scooped Z up into his arms, hugging the boy tightly.

"I dunno, Z, I really don't," he said, his eyes closed as he tried to absorb all of the boy's pain and sorrow. "But you're here now, and we will never hurt you. We'll protect you and keep you safe."

A chorus of agreement rose around them. Z wrapped his arms around Boom's neck, hugging the tall echidna just as tightly.

It took a few minutes for the boy to calm, and when he did he pressed his forehead against Boom's once more. The taller echidna whispered something to Z, and the boy nodded, sniffing once before Boom gently placed him back on his feet.

He wiped his cheeks, before turning back to Wachowski.

"Sorry," he said, his voice thick with unshed tears. "Sorry. I didn't mean to ruin things."

Wachowski shook his head, a concerned furrow in his brow.

"You have not. Dread explained things to me, and I greatly apologize for bringing back such harmful memories to you."

Little Z sniffled again, running his arm beneath his nose. "Do I still get to dress up?"

Wachowski offered the boy a smile. "You do. I have a much better idea of what you can wear. The robes of the village healer. The most precious and special of all."

A smile curled Z's lips at that, and he followed as Wachowski addressed the Master Emerald for the different clothes.

[qwerty99846]

This has been in my head today and i wanted to share it all of you.

Note that not all of this is fleshed out and i do take suggestions.

Its a magic system. The types of magic in it are ice, fire, wind, earth, electric, light, dark, and basic.

It would work by having every attack being a percentage of magic to physical. For example if you use ice magic to make an icicle and stab someone who's immune to ice magic they might be immune to the ice magic part of it, but you still stabbed them. Try this against someone who's armored and while the stabbing part might not work the magic part will still go through (though it would be way more effective to do just about anything else). Most types also has its own status effects which come in three tiers and both buff and debuff the person its on.

Its also not like Pokemon where people specializing in certain types of magic are weak to certain types of magic. An ice mage can be weak to fire while a different ice mage can resist it.

Anyway here's the part where i go through all the magic types.

ICE

Good amount physical with some magic. Status effects are Chilled and Frigid which slow down speed but increase defense, and Frozen which makes it so you cant move but perfectly blocks one attack, removed by fire attacks or warm wind.

FIRE

Mostly magical, you'll find a good amount of people who resist fire because of this. Status effects are On Fire, Alight, and Ablaze which deals damage but increases speed, removed by ice attacks or cold wind.

WIND

Support. Used to improve other magic types. An example is an ice mage using it to blow icy cold winds, or someone using it to speed up flight. Its extremely rare to find someone who attacks with it. No status effects yet.

EARTH

Mostly physical, you'll rarely find someone who resist it because of that. Works best on the ground, thank god flight is a hard skill to master. No status effects yet.

ELECTRIC

Mostly magical, same deal as fire. The effects of the status effects is sometimes having your movement stunted but shooting out jolts of electricity that hurt nearby enemies, no names yet, removed by earth attacks.

LIGHT

Mostly magical, same deal as fire and electric. The effects of the status effects is having a harder time seeing (it becomes brighter) but doing slightly more damage, no names yet, removed by dark attacks.

DARK

Mostly physical, same deal as earth. The effects of the status effects is having a way harder time seeing at long distances (it becomes darker) but doing more damage at closer ranges, no names yet, removed by light attacks.

BASIC

I have the most to say about this one. Balanced between magical and physical. The most common magic type as its the easiest to learn, no one has yet to fully master it. Hardest one to resist as you either need to be generally weaker to all other types of attacks, or become really weak to one type. Becoming weak to it would allow one to become stronger against everything else, but as its the most common magic type its even rarer to find someone weak to it than to find someone who attacks with wind magic. No status effect.

Please give suggestions for what im missing.

[twogoliathbeetles]

soooo much anxiety about medical tests and how i'm going to get medical tests in the future if i hate making phone calls and also people inspecting my body...

[thetomorrowshow]

Hello! I am attempting to write a ~fanfiction~ for the first time and have absolutely no idea what I'm doing. Would you have any tips for new/advice-seeking writers trying to make words go?

ooh ok so here's a similar ask i answered a little bit ago

but for fanfic specific, i think start by really getting familiar with your characters and their speaking style/habits. I got a lot of really lovely comments on a fic for nailing martyn inthelittlewood's voice, which wouldn't have happened if i didn't watch martyn's videos frequently.

write a couple of short fics before going in on the one that you really want to nail! this can help you find your voice and the stuff that you want to write.

what do you want to write? probably what you want to read! write a fic that you would love reading.

when starting out you don't have to set aside specific times to write, just write when you feel inspiration. i used to write when i finished classwork during high school, because my mind was already in work-mode and all of the materials were right there for me (added bonus is that teachers like students that handwrite constantly. you'll be writing the gayest most depressing fanfic ever and they'll laud you for being studious and paying such good attention).

you can create things for your fic. sometimes i'd sit down to write empires superpowers au and instead just make a billion picrews. it seemed unproductive at the time but it was really motivating tbh it made me want to not give up. i also like making playlists for fics and listening to them while walking across campus so that i start brainstorming

really half the battle is being in the right mindset. find ways to trigger it--light exercise is usually one that works for everyone (ie, going on a fifteen minute walk). my classroom example from above has always been the most productive for me. taking a shower. filling out one of those character-fleshing-out things. talking to someone about what you're writing. etc etc

def check out the linked post for more thoughts i had lol

[a-flickering-soul]

idk how you artists are feeling half a month in but i am WINDED

[thewatcher727]

Fall of the Status Quo Epilogue - Fan Write Up

This is based on Fall of the Status Quo by Mama Qwerty. If you haven't already, please check it out.

Callie had always been a kind-hearted soul, her compassion like a gentle breeze that caressed the hearts of those around her. When she stumbled upon Silver, lost and alone and wounded in her enchanting garden, a sense of destiny took hold of her. It whispered in her ear, urging her to help this young hedgehog, to offer him the solace he so desperately needed.

And so, Callie took him into her arms, cradling him with tenderness and care. As the days unfurled like delicate petals, a bond blossomed between them. Silver, with his delicate quills and uncertain gaze, found solace in Callie's warm embrace. He yearned for safety, a respite from the scars etched upon his heart by the perils of his own world. And in Callie's haven, he discovered a sanctuary.

But even in the tranquil embrace of his new home, anxiety would occasionally tiptoe into Silver's thoughts like a stealthy predator. The memories of his past world, the tremors of danger that had once threatened to consume him, still lurked in the corners of his mind. Concern for the safety of those he held dear became a thorny undercurrent in his heart.

One day, as Silver immersed himself in a playful symphony with his cherished toys, a cacophony of thunderous booms reverberated through the air. His little heart, a fragile sparrow taking flight, fluttered anxiously within his chest. Seeking refuge from the tempestuous unknown, he sought solace in the presence of his guiding light—Callie.

Breathless and trembling, Silver hurried to Callie, his voice a delicate wisp quivering with fear. "Mom, what's going on? Is it dangerous?" His words, like fragile petals caught in the wind, floated towards her, pleading for comfort.

Callie, a portrait of reassurance, cast a radiant smile upon Silver's worried face. Taking his tiny hand in hers, she led him to the window, as if opening a portal to understanding. "It's just a thunderstorm, Silver," she explained, her voice a soothing lullaby. "It might be loud and scary, but it won't hurt us. We're safe inside."

Silver gazed up at Callie, his azure eyes mirroring the stormy tempest outside. Yet, gradually, like rays of sunlight piercing through the tempestuous clouds, his anxiety began to ebb away. Callie's words took root within his heart, anchoring him to the belief that safety and protection resided within their cozy sanctuary. With her unwavering presence beside him, the shadows of fear were banished, leaving behind the comforting glow of trust.

As the storm raged on, pounding raindrops danced an unyielding rhythm upon the rooftop, Callie settled onto the plush couch with Silver nestled against her. Her arms enveloped him in a tender embrace, a fortress of warmth and love.

…

As the night wore on, its ebony shroud casting a veil over the world, Silver's weary form sought solace in the embrace of slumber. His small body, adorned in the soft fabric of dreams, rested in the sanctuary of his bed.

With utmost care, Callie turned the doorknob to Silver's room, her movements gentle as a whisper. She entered the room, her eyes aglow with tender affection, hoping to behold the serenity of her young ward's sleep. A smile adorned her lips, mirroring the adoration that danced within her heart.

There, before her, lay Silver, nestled amidst a symphony of plush companions. The animals encircled him like devoted sentinels, their fluffy forms exuding a comforting presence. To Silver, they were more than mere playthings; they were trusted confidants, his dearest companions, whose silent presence safeguarded his dreams.

Curled upon his side, his countenance a canvas of tranquility, Silver slumbered, his features softened by the touch of innocence. Quills, like delicate tendrils of moonlight, gently tousled, and his tiny nose, an endearing testament to his hedgehog heritage, twitched in rhythmic harmony with his tranquil breaths. In this moment of repose, he seemed a world away from his origins—a fragile being untouched by the shadows that once plagued his soul.

Callie, a guardian of boundless love, peered upon him with a mixture of awe and tenderness. She marveled at the profound transformation she had witnessed within him, the metamorphosis of a lost soul into a loving child. For when fate led their paths to intertwine, she hesitated, cautious of the responsibilities that parenthood entailed. Yet, as the seasons waltzed and Silver blossomed beneath her nurturing care, love burgeoned within her heart, forging an unbreakable bond. He had become an indelible piece of her family's tapestry, a cherished soul who brought warmth and joy to her days.

Stepping with hushed reverence, Callie approached the bed, her gaze tracing the contours of the plush ensemble enveloping Silver. Familiar friends mingled with newcomers, each holding a unique place in his heart. She recognized his favorites, the steadfast companions that always accompanied him into the realm of slumber. A tender smile curved her lips, a testament to the solace they provided to her beloved charge.

In the midst of this tableau, Silver's form cocooned within the realm of dreams, Callie's heart overflowed with an all-encompassing love. She acknowledged the tribulations he had endured, the battles fought and scars borne. Determination welled within her, a steadfast vow to be the harbor that shielded him from storms yet to come. Gratitude thrived within her for every precious moment they shared, for each tender embrace, every radiant smile, and the sweetest of words that resounded from his innocent lips—"Mom."

Reluctantly, Callie withdrew from the room, careful not to disturb the sanctity of Silver's repose. The door closed behind her, the latch a gentle murmur bidding the world outside to fade away. Yet, as she ventured into the night, her thoughts lingered on the precious being cocooned within his dreams. Love reverberated within her, a symphony that harmonized with the rhythms of her existence, for in Silver, she had discovered a love that knew no bounds—a love that transformed her into a mother, and him into her cherished son.

As Callie gently closed the door to Silver's room, the soft click of the latch stirred him from his slumber. His eyes blinked open, still heavy with sleep, and he yawned, his tiny form wriggling in the bed. Nestling deeper into the embrace of his plush companions, he found solace in their familiar presence.

Surveying the dimly lit room for a fleeting moment, his gaze alighted upon the array of stuffed animals encircling him. A smile played upon his lips as he recognized each one, their comforting faces a symphony of friendship. In this embrace of fabric and fluff, he felt a tender security—a sanctuary that soothed his restless thoughts.

With a contented sigh, Silver closed his eyes, a gentle yawn parting his lips. His nose twitched in response to the delicate fragrance emanating from his cherished toys—a melange of comfort and familiarity. Anxiety, once an unwelcome companion that disrupted his nights, melted away in the soft cocoon of his dreams. Gradually, his body surrendered to the tide of slumber, relinquishing itself to a realm of tranquility.

In the realm of dreams, Silver's consciousness unfurled its wings. Across verdant meadows, he dashed with unrestrained freedom, his elongated quills trailing behind him like streamers of silver. Echoing through the air, Callie's voice carried on the wind, a lullaby of love and assurance. In this ethereal realm, he reveled in the knowledge that safety and love resided in her embrace.

While Silver slept, embraced by his adored plush companions, his thoughts tiptoed into the recesses of his memory. Like shadowed whispers, fragments of his past world danced before his slumbering mind. Hunger gnawed at his belly, fear clenched his heart, and the bitter taste of loneliness seeped into his every breath.

In that desolate world, he had known solitude—adrift on an ocean of desolation, with no guiding light to steer him to sanctuary. He had cowered in the face of threats, his defenses inadequate against the terrors that lurked around every corner. But then, like a beacon in the night, Callie had entered his life, forever altering its course.

Callie, a guardian angel in human form, had swept him into her arms, showering him with nourishment and affection. Within the haven of her love, she had become his mother, his protector, his everything. In her embrace, he had found refuge, a sanctuary where fear and uncertainty were eclipsed by the radiance of her unwavering care.

As Silver drifted further into the embrace of sleep, cradled among his plush allies, he carried with him the knowledge of belonging. His heart, radiant with gratitude, glowed with the understanding that he need never fear again. Callie, his rock, his anchor, would forever be his shield against the tempests of life.

Meanwhile, nestled within the sanctuary of her own bed, Callie reflected upon the profound metamorphosis that had transpired since Silver had entered her world. Initially hesitant, her heart fragile with the pain of her past, she had wrestled with the decision to welcome him into her life. Yet now, she could not fathom a reality devoid of his presence.

Memories of that fateful day surged within her, evoking emotions still vivid and poignant. The trepidation mirrored in Silver's eyes, the way his small form clung to her as if seeking solace in her touch—these images remained etched in her soul. Driven by an innate sense of duty and compassion, she had known then that she could not abandon him. She had become his guardian, his mother, his source of unwavering love.

The journey had not been without its challenges. Silver's wounds ran deep, his trust fragile and guarded. Callie had questioned her ability to guide him, to provide the solace and security he so desperately needed. But, through the passage of time, she witnessed the transformation—a blossoming soul embracing the light of trust, a testament to their shared bond.

Lying beneath the moonlit embrace of the night, Callie embraced the warmth of love that enveloped her. Silver, her son in every sense of the word, had woven himself into the fabric of her heart. Gratitude flourished within her, a tender acknowledgement of every shared smile, every comforting hug, and every moment of unbridled joy.

As slumber's gentle embrace claimed her, Callie surrendered herself to the realm of dreams. She knew with unwavering certainty that she had found her place—a world crafted with love, where her cherished son nestled by her side. Within this realm, love and fortitude merged, illuminating their path forward, ready to face any trials that awaited them.

Thank you all for reading. If you're reading this Mama, I hope you're doing well and hope to see this story finished one day.

[chantireviews]

Write More in 24! Start the Year Off with Our Tips for Writers Starting with Computer Hygiene

We want to share advice on how to care for arguably the most important tool in a writer’s toolbox. Our computers! It stores your intellectual property, aids in getting words from your brain into little alphabet letters that add up to a story. And for most of us, enables us to create what we love most—books and stories! Your hardworking computer – whether it is a desktop, laptop, pad, or your own…

[thepastisalreadywritten]

From scratching to inking to printing (and now swiping), here's a whistle stop tour through different writing tools from history: 📝

Over 5,000 years ago in Mesopotamia, the earliest material used to write on was clay.

Damp clay could be formed into a tablet and drawn into with a stylus (probably made from cut reed).

Clay tablet held by the British Museum.

Ink was first used in Egypt as early as 3,200 BC.

Across Asia, ink was made from carbon (soot) mixed with gum or gelatine to make it stick.

And as time went on in Europe during the Middle Ages, people started used a quill pen (made from feathers) rather than reed.

By the 8th century, people in China were cutting text into wooden blocks to make prints with – known as xylography.

This copy of the Diamond Sutra is the world's earliest complete and dated printed book.

Fast forward a few hundred years, we have the introduction of the typewriter and the much-loved QWERTY keyboard in the late 1800s.

The big leap to our present-day technology began in the 60s, with computers being used for writing itself.

[environmental-architecture]

Outsourcing. Tercerización.

Word of the week. Palabra de la semana.

1. horses pretending to be humans

1. caballos haciéndose pasar por humanos  

HOW HORSES LEARNED TO WRITE EMAILS Did we really teach the horses of Iceland to type on a giant keyboard? Yes, we did.

OUTHORSE YOUR EMAIL How a ridiculous idea became real

Source / Fuente: How Iceland’s Horses Learned to Type Emails 

[the-knucklesverse]

Stronger Together

something something the Shatter triplets were yoinked into the Sanctuary somewhere between season two and three of Sonic Prime, and know each other going into the last season. This is playing a little with the actual timeline of things, as our current theory is the ME pulled Dread in after season 1, either immediately before or immediately after getting the shard. But for this piece, they got pulled in after season 2.

This takes place in New Yoke, after everyone begrudgingly came together. ~~ Qwerty

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"Ren!"

The voice called out over the noise of the others arguing, and the battle-scarred echidna turned to find his jungle 'brother' hurrying closer. The boy wore an expression of worry, which wasn't all that strange considering his typical nervous demeanor. "Yeah? What's up?"

"It's Dread," the boy said, his voice higher pitched in his worry. "He's . . . something's wrong."

"There's always somethin' wrong with him," Ren scoffed, crossing his arms. "Guy's got a screw loose somewhere."

Gnarly's expression intensified. "Ren. This is serious. He's losing it."

The boy's expression sobered Ren, and he nodded. "Show me."

Gnarly grabbed Ren's hand and pulled, dragging him to where Dread had hidden himself away in a corner. The pirate stood hunched over slightly, hands to his head and muttering to himself under his breath.

"Me Beauty, I must have me Beauty . . . grr . . . no . . . no . . . I be better than that . . . me Beauty be mine, all mine . . ."

"Dread?" Ren's voice was firm but soft. "Talk to me."

Dread shook his head, keeping his back to them. "Get away."

Ren tried again. "Dread, c'mon. You don't need that rock. Look at me."

The pirate shook his head again, curling tighter on himself. "Leave me be. I . . . don't want t' hurt you. I don't want t' hurt anyone."

"Dread, you need to—"

Ren was stopped when Gnarly put a hand on his arm. He shook his head, before moving closer to their eldest 'brother'.

"I know what it feels like," he said, speaking softly as he approached. "That noise in your head. Like a buzzing. A million bees stuck in there, making you feel like you're going crazy."

The trembling in Dread's shoulders stopped, and he turned to look at Gnarly. His eyes were wide, haunted, and his lip curled in a fearful snarl. "Ye . . . h-how do ye know that?"

"I've heard it all my life," Gnarly said with a shrug. "Back in Boscage Maze, I hear the trees. Cyber said it was something about something called chaos energy? I dunno. But I heard it when no one else could. And some days it makes me feel like I'd rip my own skin off just to have some quiet."

Dread straightened very slightly, turning more to face the youngest of their trio. "How do ye stop it? I hear me Beauty call me, even now, and I feel its pull. I want to go and get it, feel the power as it flows through me. But it makes me lose meself. I . . . I don't want to do that. How do I stop it?"

Gnarly shook his head with a sigh. "You can't stop it. You just have to learn to tune it out."

Dread grimaced as though that was the most painful thing he could hear. "How??"

"Focus on the things that are more important. I focus on my tribe. On Mangey and Hangry. My urge to keep them safe is more important than letting that buzzing get to me. That's what you need to do. Focus on what's more important than that rock."

"Nothing be more important than me Beauty!" Dread snapped, his face twisting in anger as he leaned toward the boy. A second later his eyes went wide and he drew back. "I . . . no, that's . . ." He grunted, pressing the heels of his hands against his eyes. "Get outta me head, you bloody rock."

"Focus on your crew," Ren said, moving closer. He wanted to be nearby in case Dread snapped and went after Gnarly. "They're your family, right?"

Dread shook his head, his hands still to his eyes. "I betrayed them. They . . . they'd never forgive me."

"Then what about us?" Gnarly said, trying to side-step around Ren, but his urban brother kept himself between them no matter how Gnarly moved. "We're your brothers. We want to see you beat this."

Dread slowly dropped his hands to look at the two echidna before him, a crease in his brow. "Ye . . . ye do?"

The other two nodded. "We do," Ren said, relaxing his stance a bit. "Dread, you're stronger than this. C'mon. Focus on helping us kick that fox's butt and making everything right again."

"That should be easy, for a legendary captain such as yourself, right?" Gnarly asked with a smile.

Dread looked between them for a long moment, before lowering his hands completely. He took a deep breath, and let it out slowly before a familiar smirk spread across his face.

"Aye," he said, and he sounded stronger. "Plenty easy for the likes of meself. We'll go and show that fox that there ain't nothing that can stop an echidna tribe from saving that which they hold dear."

He moved closer to the other two, and held his fist out.

"Thank ye, lads. I may need yer strength once we get there. But I trust ye completely t' help pull me head outta me own arse should I start t' lose meself."

"Oh, you can bet on that," Ren said with a smirk, joining his fist to Dread's. "It'll be fun to kick your butt. Again."

Dread's eyes narrowed, but his smirk remained. "Oh, is that how you think our last fight ended, aye?"

Ren narrowed his eyes right back. "I know that's how our last fight ended, yeah."

"Okay, let's keep focused here," Gnarly said, adding his fist to the group. "Dread, we'll keep you from going crazy. Ren, you can kick his butt when all this is done."

Dread gasped. "Lad, ye can't believe this lubber's tales?!"

"Kid knows the truth when he hears it."

"LIES!"

Ren and Dread continued to argue as Gnarly walked off, shaking his head with a smile.

[hamletteprinceofdenmark]

🌹

“Have some blue, you’re upset!”

“I want to be! I don’t want to be calm anymore, Wilbur.”

——

This is from my “hey, Blue is actually a physical manifestation of unprocessed trauma and that’s such a cool and unexplored idea actually” fic.

for every "🌹" received in my inbox i'll post one random sentence of a random WIP i'm currently writing

[these-summer-nights-in-december]

I Am To Be Touched. Christopher Citro

[gu1lty-as-sin]

ok so i did this like two months ago but i wanted to do it again and tag more peoplee

rules: bold the ones that are true and tag people to do it.

appearance. i’m over 5’5” // i wear glasses/contacts // i have blonde hair (some of it) // i prefer loose clothing to tight clothing // i have one or more piercings // i have at least one tattoo // i have blue eyes // i have dyed or highlighted my hair // i have gotten plastic surgery // i have or had braces // i sunburn easily // i have freckles (like three but i love them lmao) // i paint my nails // i typically wear make-up // i don’t often smile // i am pleased with how i look // i prefer nike to adidas // i wear baseball hats backwards

hobbies and talents. i play a sport // i can play an instrument // i am artistic // i know more than one language // i have won a trophy in some sort of competition // i can cook or bake without a recipe // i know how to swim // i enjoy writing (i need to do it more lmao) // i can do origami // i prefer movies to tv shows // i can execute a perfect somersault // i enjoy singing // i could survive in the wild on my own // i have read a new book series this year // i enjoy spending time with friends // i travel during school or work breaks // i can do a handstand

relationship. i am in a relationship // i have been single for over a year // i have a crush // i have a best friend i have known for ten years // my parents are together // i have dated my best friend (twice!!) // i am adopted // my crush has confessed to me // i have a long distance relationship // i am an only child // i give advice to my friends // i have made an online friend // i met up with someone i have met online

aesthetics. i have heard the ocean in a conch shell // i have watched the sun rise // i enjoy rainy days (depends on the type of rain) // i have slept under the stars // i meditate outside // the sound of chirping calms me // i enjoy the smell of the beach // i know what snow tastes like // i listen to music to fall asleep // i enjoy thunderstorms // i enjoy cloud watching // i have attended a bonfire // i pay close attention to colours // i find mystery in the ocean // i enjoy hiking on nature paths // autumn is my favourite season

miscellaneous. i can fall asleep in a moving vehicle // i am the mom friend // i live by a certain quote // i like the smell of sharpies // i am involved in extracurricular activities // i enjoy Mexican food // i can drive a stick-shift // i believe in true love // i make up scenarios to fall asleep // i sing in the shower // i wish i lived in a video game // i have a canopy above my bed // i am multiracial // i am a redhead // i own at least three dogs

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[svnflower-writes]

i could never give you peace

description: James reached his hand out, gently cupping Regulus’ cheek and moving some hair out of his eyes. “Hey, little star.” Regulus leaned slightly into the touch, but didn’t speak. “Let’s get you to your room, yeah?”

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in which James comforts Regulus after a particularly bad fight with his parents.

relationship: bodyguard!james potter x regulus black

warnings: mentions of child abuse, secret/forbidden relationship, hurt/comfort, angst, james may be slightly out of character but idk maybe he's just sad 😭

requested: yes!! @allyeardepression requested this about 4 months ago and i am SO sorry for taking so long writer's block has been kicking my ass omg i started writing as soon as you requested it but it sat there unfinished for far too long. anyway i hope you like it!!!

note: uh ok hi. this is the first thing i've posted in MONTHS and i wrote most of it in class so it's not great but fuck it i had to post something. also... sorry. the first thing i write in five months and it's heartwrenching angst, which is very typical of me. also based off a taylor swift song which is also very typical of me

ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/54453148

marauders taglist: (lmk if you want to be added or removed) @lovefolder @gu1lty-as-sin @dandelions-fly-in-summer-skies @a-beautiful-fool @optimizedchaos @qwerty-keysmash @lost-in-reveriie @tulips-best @nqds

James had to pretend that it didn’t affect him, seeing Orion and Walburga treat their children like they did. After all, he was there to work for all of them. But Merlin, he felt bad. The looks that flashed across the younger brother’s face were subtle enough that anyone else would have missed it, but James didn’t miss any small details—especially when they were to do with the little star.

This was one of these moments, James was positioned outside the closed door as he heard the screaming match going on directly behind him. He heard snippets of conversation, words such as ‘useless’ and ‘pathetic’ making their way to his ears and crushing a little bit of his heart. He supposed he was lucky not to be in the room while it was happening, but all he wanted was to rush in and protect Regulus from the harsh words and actions of his parents.

James allowed his head to rest against the wall, exhaling slowly as his eyes trailed over the dark tiles on the ceilings. The decor on the house was not to James’ personal taste, a combination of dark brown, green, cream, and black. He glanced down to the floor, the extravagant geometric tiles making him feel claustrophobic and sick to the stomach. Harsh black wallpaper covered the wall, the dull gold picture frames making a pathetic attempt to soften the unharmonious glare. The paintings in the frames were judging him, the upturned noses and narrowed eyes made that obvious enough.

James and Regulus had been quick to subtly remove the paintings in the hallway outside Reg’s room—Orion and Walburga didn’t tend to go up there, so no one noticed. Sirius had given them a knowing smirk when he’d caught them sneaking down a hall with a covered portrait of one of Regulus’ great aunts, but he had said nothing. Sirius held an undeniable feeling of respect for James, he could see how much he cared for his little brother, and for that he was eternally grateful.

A sharp, high pitched shout broke James out of his trance, and he glanced at the door with a grimace.

Walburga Black was his least favourite person in the whole world. He couldn’t clearly hear what followed the shout, but he had a few ideas of what it could be. He had been in the room when this had happened a few times before, and Sirius had always seemed indifferent to his parents actions—James knew he wasn’t, of course.

It was all just an act in the Black family, everyone simply pretending to be okay and pushing their feelings to the back of their minds. Regulus was less numb to the pain, and while Sirius just sat there sprawled out on the couch, ignoring his parents, Regulus always looked unnaturally stiff. He was trying to copy Sirius, that much was obvious. But it was clear that the words got to Regulus, the way his brows furrowed and he blinked quickly or looked away with fiddling hands.

Then again, maybe there was a reason that James noticed these things—not that he could take much notice of whatever underlying feelings there were anyway, since Regulus might as well be his employer. He knew Regulus felt the same, of course. There were signs, there had been since a mere two months after James started the job. Fleeting glances, brief touching of fingers as James passed him something to eat, waiting for him in the halls— the list could go on and on.

Regulus knew that James liked him too, as James wasn’t exactly subtle. He tended to forget himself when they were around others, such as Sirius or Pandora—which made for a lot of teasing from the two. Barty and Evan couldn’t say much, as they were in much the same situation.

So the two had kept up the secret whispers and hidden gazes, neither boy making any more to further the relationship, even behind closed doors. There was only so much they could get away with, and they were not embarrassed to admit that they were terrified. They were terrified of the nature of their world, the judgements and the prejudice that came with merely trying to exist. They would prefer to be open with each other about their relationship, but they would take whatever they could get at this point.

The door next to him flew open and Walburga stormed out, not even sparing James the slightest glance as she walked past him. Orion followed close behind, the harsh glare painting his face giving James an idea of the severity of the fight. After the brother’s exchanged short hushed whispers, Sirius walked through the door, offering James a small, polite smile. He walked past and James stopped him quietly. Sirius’ eyes narrowed slightly.

“Is there anything I can do?” At James’ words, Sirius’ expression softened.

“Talk to him. I’ve done as much as I can, but I think we both know that you’re better at this stuff.” Sirius pulled James into a quick hug, “and thank you. It means a lot that you try, seriously. It’s not exactly part of your job description.” Sirius being Sirius, he laughed, but it was obvious that he wasn’t actually amused. James had known Sirius for three years, and if there was one thing he had learnt about him, it was his use of humour as a coping mechanism.

“You go sneak out to Remus, I’ll take care of him.”

Sirius grinned slightly, reaching out to ruffle James’ hair, “aw, you know me too well.”

James groaned at his now messy hair—as if his hair wasn’t always a mess—pushing Sirius away and waving him towards the door, “go find your lover, Pads.”

Sirius was out the door without another word.

James glanced down the hallway to ensure it was empty and walked into the room the fight had just taken place in. Regulus was sitting on the ground and had his knees pulled up to his chest, arms wrapped around them, and head leaning against the cushion of the couch. He didn’t look up when James entered, nor when the older boy crouched down in front of him. His face wasn’t betraying what emotions he was feeling, but James knew.

James always knew.

James reached his hand out, gently cupping Regulus’ cheek and moving some hair out of his eyes. “Hey, little star.” Regulus leaned slightly into the touch, but didn’t speak. “Let’s get you to your room, yeah?”

Regulus nodded, mumbling something incoherent under his breath before looking up. “Good idea.” he took James’ outstretched hand to help him up off the ground. Even well after he had stood up, he kept his hand in James’, determined not to let go.

Regulus clearly had something he wanted to say, but his brain was not connected to the rest of his body, still in autopilot from the fight. His eyes were empty and his hands were clasped together in front of him as James gently rested his palm on his lower back to guide him up the stairs. Regulus subtly leaned into the touch, his heartbeat slowly calming and the goosebumps littering his skin beginning to fade.

Merely being near James brought him an unparalleled sense of peace.

James let his hand rub up and down his lower back comfortingly, and for a brief second he considered taking Regulus’ hand in his own but he decided against it. His brain was plagued with guilt, wishing he could rescue Regulus from the cruel reality that was his family. But no matter what James wanted, it wasn’t that simple. It never was.

James could never give Regulus peace.

Regulus stopped walking and James looked up from where his gaze had been fixed on the floor in confusion. He soon noticed that they were in fact directly outside the door to Regulus’ room. Regulus seemed to take notice of the fact that James was lost in his head and he squeezed his hand reassuringly.

After checking if the hallway was clear, James quickly opened the door. He wasn’t really supposed to enter any of the private rooms in the house, but Regulus had insisted many times that it was alright. No matter how safe Regulus felt around him, he couldn’t risk Orion and Walburga spotting him. He really was Regulus’ only source of comfort.

Regulus sat down on his bed with a blank expression on his face. James sat down next to him and pulled a bottle of water out of his bag. He handed it to Regulus with no words spoken, because the pair didn’t need words. This routine was very familiar to the two of them now, it was almost a second nature.

James quickly checked for any injuries—he hadn’t heard anything to make him suspect that there could’ve been a physical nature to the fight, but he had seen enough bruises on the Black siblings to make double checking an automatic part of the procedure. There was one on the side of Regulus’ cheek, and James pulled out the healing ointment from his bag and carefully put a little bit on the bruise.

James pushed the guilt at being unable to protect Regulus from his parents aside, knowing that this was not about him.

Once Regulus had finished, he slowly leaned into James’ side, letting out a sigh as he closed his eyes. The crook of James’ neck was like a puzzle piece that was made perfectly for Regulus’ head, and as the two slowly relaxed into each other's presence, James let his hands drift up to Regulus’ hair. His fingers slowly entangled themselves into the dark curls as he comfortingly stroked Regulus’ forehead.

It was clear to James that the support Regulus needed right now was not someone to tend to his wounds, but someone to hold him. So hold him he did. James’ right hand moved slowly up and down the small of Regulus’ back soothingly, showing an undeniable caution not to startle the younger boy with any quick movements.

He cared more about the little star than was possible to admit, and he prioritised his safety over everything else. The two lay in each other’s arms for what felt like (and probably was) hours. Suddenly, Regulus shifted in his arms, mumbling something under his breath.

James tilted his head like a confused puppy, gesturing for Regulus to repeat himself. Regulus cleared his throat and glanced away.

“Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For…” Regulus trailed off, and James was about to let it go—he wasn’t going to push for him to open up more than he was willing to do.

“...for keeping me safe.”

The dark haired boy’s voice was merely a whisper, head buried into James’ shoulder as he refused to meet his eyes. He was embarrassed, James realised. He didn’t know what to say, so he stayed silent.

James thought that the two were about to fall back into their silence, when Regulus spoke. “It’s peaceful.”

Giving him an inquisitive look, James turned to face Regulus.

“Being here with you. You’re peaceful.”

James stiffened slightly before slowly nodding, “yeah, I know what you mean. You’re peaceful too, little star.”

You deserve more peace than I can give you.

Regulus smiled up at him, entwining their fingers reassuringly. “I don’t think I’ve ever been more at peace than I am when I lie here with you.”

Merlin, it’s like he can hear my thoughts.

Finally, James responded. “You mean more to me than anyone else ever has, little star.”

There was a raw honesty in his tone. He may not love their situation, but he loved the boy in front of him with his whole heart.

No matter where this road was leading, James knew it was where he wanted to go. Whatever the roadworks along the way, he was in this for good.

[dandelions-fly-in-summer-skies]

*edit: i have decided if you requested partner in crime, venice bitch, or waiting room yours will be done last just for efficiency so i can get through the quicker ones first <33*

hii i just wanted to share some of my new year’s resolutions as preparation for 2024😭😭

 learn guitar, read at least (!!!) a book a month, improve my drawing, improve my cooking skills, eat healthy, make the most of term 2, be so alive it aches, be more open and engaged with people and connection, laugh lots, cry hard, be present, be a bit less bitchy to my parents learn to crochet, care less about what other people think, study hard and try to be passionate about what i’m learning, go for walks in the nature, etas lots of strawberry sorbet and ice cream and dance in the rain :)

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~dandy’s 200 celebration!!~

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ribs - i make you a (small) playlist!

waiting room- i make you a moodboard based on your blog or personality!

not strong enough - i write you a letter (mutuals only)

you’re so fucking pretty - i guess what you look like based on ~vibes~! no longer available i got bored lmao

lacy - you ask me to listen to a song and i tell you what i think!

all i wanted - i make you a small drawing of your choice (preferably people i suck at drawing anything else)!

casual - i give you music recs! edit: i think i’ll use this one to recommend smaller artists so would love if anyone asks for this!!!!

american teenager - i give you book/tv show recs!

partner in crime - i design you an outfit using pinterest!

venice bitch - i design you a room using pinterest!

not a lot, just forever - you tell me a problem and i give you advice!

coming of age - i give you an artist, album, and song that reminds me of you!

false god - i shuffle my playlist until i find a song that gives your vibes + give you my fave lyric from it!

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[nicknelsonblog]

okay but what if i wrote a story about two women in their mid 30s who remembers their part lives? — one who remembers everything about her past life except the face of the woman she loved and how it ended — and another who also remembers everything about her past life too but is blind (so she'll never ever be able to see or know who her past lover is in this life since she can see nothing in this life)

“red threat of fate tied to our hands, i’ve seen you before, knee deep in the waters of the sand”

idk should i?

maybe if this post get some notes? i need some motivation to actually start writing anything lol.

ps : prolly will write it here @augustchildd

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