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[definegodliness]

Conservator

Upon the banks of river Strang I circle back to origin, alike the hesitant sun Rise after you waved goodbye, stratocumuli; Fingers in the sky, and all my porcelain Dreams, reduced to susurrus, then silenced Until I turned a stranger to myself; foreign in The Xanadu of my most infantile convictions Where Rodin's eternity would taste of cherry Chap stick, and your waltzing Bougival smile Is painted as perfect as all those starry nights We spent, expecting to fly.

--- 4-10-2024, M.A. Tempels ©

[c1nnamonst1cks]

ONE RANDOM HEADCANON SERIES (ORH) #1 : GETO SUGURU

Suguru has hair products. LOTS of em', so much that half of his closet is full of it. No matter canon or AU, I'll ALWAYS believe he is like this. Some are for Mimiko and Nanako, Most are for him. Also the reason Satoru played w his hair as teens. HIS HAIR IS MAD SILKYYYYY ARGHHH

[ryanlanz]

16 Query Tips From Literary Agents

When your manuscript is polished, your query letter honed to perfection and you’re ready to contact agents about representing your baby, you still aren’t done. Each agent you contact will have unique requirements, personal favorites as to how to oil your manuscript so it slips smoothly through the gears of their application process. Continue reading 16 Query Tips From Literary Agents

[always-coffee]

Newsletter

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SBI whumptober update:

I am 12000 words in across 4 and 2/3s prompts and ready to fight god

[destunkn]

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[mandy-asimp]

How I genuinely feel after getting a new story started:

[nudeartpluspoetry]

A Secret

A secret is like an egg in a bird's nest that sits on a limb in your mind. The egg will later hatch, gain strength, and fly away.

--Hans Ostrom

[mmkin]

Lessons

After what seems like almost forever, I finally updated my Tahnorra story, 'Lessons'. I also have the next two chapters written, just need to be edited. My muse was in an amazingly generous mood laely! I also have a Ming Hua/Ghazan story now in the works. Link and snippet for Lessons under the cut. Overall story is NSFW/18+ for smex between Tahno and Korra.

“But you’re so much fun to ogle at,” she teased before she moved into the deeper water. He smirked coolly at that and waded in, letting out a small grunt when she splashed him. He made a mock angry expression before splashing her back, and she dived under the surface and he yelped when he felt her hands around his ankles before he was pulled below the surface.

He retaliated by pouncing at her – as much as one could in water – and she allowed herself to be caught before he tickled her, quickly pushing away from her before she could retaliate. However, he allowed himself to be caught, and it turned into something between a game of tag and horseplay. Losing himself in these carefree moments allowed him to forget his worries.

He suddenly stopped and grabbed her around her middle, spinning her around as he placed a messy, playful kiss on the back of her neck, blowing a raspberry against her skin as he did so and tasting the salt of the water. He heard her laugh before she broke free of his embrace, and he resisted a bit before letting her go. She turned around to see him wiggle his butt at her before he dove down.

The Avatar went after him, and this time she used a touch of her Bending to close in on him quickly, grabbing his ankle and tickling his foot.

Tahno broke the surface of the water with a sputter, and Korra's head appeared before him. It was tempting to just stay here forever, he mused. If he could capture a moment in time and live in it forever, any of the number of moments he'd shared with Korra today would be contenders for the spot.

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battaglia+pasqua | unoalgiornopertuttiquellicheciservono

Mostri ne avevo conosciuti tanti, mai come il signor T.

Fu che una mattina il signor T. sbucò dal sottopasso che portava ai treni. Torvo, la faccia di carbone, le occhiaie di fuliggine, rughe nette, il tratto di quando calchi con la biro.

per chi volesse continuare a leggere:

[ryanlanz]

16 Query Tips From Literary Agents

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[lornabassiswrites]

A silly superpower Pt. 1

“What’s your useless every day superpower?” Pete asked with a twinkle in his eye.

Everyone started scratching their chin as they mentally rounded up the oddly frequent occurrences in their life. Seconds passed in silence, distant smiles fleeting over people’s faces as they reminisced and looked for an answer to Pete’s question.

“Oh, I know!” exclaimed Laurie, startling her friends out of their reverie. “I have an uncanny gift for making things drop to the ground. Really, it’s crazy. And the louder the object the more likely it is to fall. Must have been a cat in one of my past lives.”

Everyone laughed.

“It’s true, I remember in school, you used to have a metal box for your glasses, it’d make the whole classroom jump when it fell from your table!” Pete and Laurie chuckled at the memory.

“Oh, I have it as well!” cried Alice with a grin. “I can eat literally anything! I’ve not yet found a food that I’ve said no to. It’s very handy!”

Laurie nodded in acknowledgement. “I’ve seen that myself, I’ll admit it’s quite uncanny!”

Pete was the next one, stating an odd ability to always find exactly what he was looking for in a flea market, even when he wasn’t planning to buy anything specific. People grumbled about that being unfair, and that he should share his gift with his friends, and that this was decidedly not a useless superpower. Then they all turned to Ash, who had remained silent until now.

“What about you, Ash?” asked Alice. “What’s your useless superpower?”

Ash was sitting on the train, fighting hard to keep her eyes open. 7:12 am was decidedly too early to catch a train, no matter where she was headed. She yawned and pulled her headphones out of her backpack. She didn’t drink tea or coffee; music was the only way for her to stay awake in those early morning rides. “Power on… Bluetooth connected.” said the synthetised voice in her ears. Ash let out another big yawn before pressing play on her “Best of” playlist. With all her favourite songs, it amounted to two and a half days of non-stop music. She put it on shuffle and stared out the window. It was still very dark outside and the only thing she could clearly see was her haggard face in the reflection. She sighed and turned her attention towards the rest of the carriage. There weren’t a lot of people travelling at this hour, though those who were were in no way uninteresting. In the row directly in front of Ash were a man and a woman; the man wearing construction clothing, smelling strongly of alcohol, a can of beer still in his hands; the woman wearing a faux-fur coat with a short red dress underneath. Before Ash had put her headphones on, she’d heard them talking in broken English, neither of them using it as their native tongue. The woman was leaning towards the man, stroking his arm slowly, nuzzling his neck slightly. He, on the other hand, seemed to be barely there, slouched on his seat, focusing on the beer he was holding. Ash couldn’t help but wonder if the man was heading home after a night shift and had decided to bring somebody home with him. The couple hadn’t seemed to even know each other’s names.

As the playlist shuffled to a rock song she’d grown up with, Ash directed her attention to a passenger on her right. A boy who couldn’t be more than fifteen, earphones plucked in, reading some kind of homework document. Ash examined his juvenile face with interest. He had full cheeks and blond locks that grazed the top of his forehead. One of his eyebrows was cut in two by a thick scar. Ash wondered what had caused it and whether this was a fashion statement or if a lion-sized cat had attacked the boy in his youth. As she started to contemplate the least plausible causes for the scar, the boy jerked his head in Ash’s direction. Their eyes met, and before she had time to look away, the music playing in her ears switched to a song she’d never heard before.

It was rap, in a language she couldn’t understand. Ash looked down at her phone. How the hell had this song made it into her playlist? She blinked. The rock song she’d been listening to before was back, on the screen and in her headphones. Had she just had an auditory hallucination? She glanced back up. The boy was still looking at her, a bored expression in his eyes. And there it was again. The rap song. Ash swore and took off her headphones. She switched them off and on again. Her playlist history showed nothing amiss. She pressed play once more and rubbed at her forehead in consternation. Was she going crazy? The rock song was reaching its end but it was still the same old tune she’d heard her parents whistle in the car. Ash let out a breath and closed her eyes. It was too early to handle this. If this weird phenomenon happened again, she would go and see a doctor. For now, she had to focus on not missing her stop.

Twenty minutes passed and the rap song never came up again. Ash even dared reopen her eyes and look in the direction of the teenager. He was gone. Must have gotten off at the last stop. Hers was the next one, and she braced herself for the busy station crowd. No matter how early it still was, the station was always busy.

Ash increased the volume slightly and stepped off the train. She always sat in the very last car so that her section of the platform was more or less empty. Ash didn’t like crowds or being pushed past. She took a deep breath and headed down into the main hall of the station. She followed the stream of people heading out, keeping her head above the flow. One of the perks of being tall. From time to time, she could see a couple of other heads popping out, her brethren in height. As she scanned the crowded hallway, Ash met the eyes of a man a few feet ahead, going in the opposite direction. The music in her ears changed. To something that wasn’t music at all. A podcast about stocks and bonds? Ash blinked in confusion and it was gone. So was the man.

What the hell was happening to her?

She pressed forward, keeping her head down, gears turning quickly in her mind. Three times within half an hour, this wasn’t something she could ignore. And all three times, it had happened with a man. As her brain worked fast, Ash decided to experiment. There was a man right next to her after all, would her music change if she looked at him? She did, it didn’t. The same old folk song she’d discovered a month before. What was it then? Did they need to be looking in her direction? She scanned the opposite stream of people and found an elderly man with a hat. Again, nothing happened.

Until it did. Ash’s gaze moved over the crowd as she looked for the exit. The music jumped three times, interrupted for a split second before going back to normal. She thought she’d heard a hint of jazz, two seconds of a radio program and one second of the latest pop hit.

Her heart starting to race, Ash hurried over to the bus stop, careful to keep her gaze down. The bus was late. She waited ten minutes, her heartbeat resuming its normal pace as her music played out as it was supposed to. The bus eventually pulled up and the door opened to reveal a female driver with one earphone, seemingly talking to someone on the phone. Ash pressed her bus card against the reader and the driver nodded her acknowledgement to her. Their eyes met for a second and Ash could suddenly hear a male voice in her headphones. Talking about a wedding anniversary. The driver looked away and it was gone, but Ash didn’t move. The driver had replied to the question Ash had just heard in her headphones.

“Excuse me?” she said to the driver. The woman looked at her again, clear annoyance displayed on her face. The man’s voice was back.

“Are you on the phone right now?” Ash asked.

The driver furrowed her brow and grumbled “Wait a sec” before pulling out her earphone. The voice stopped.

“What’s it to you? I can perfectly drive with one earphone, don’t go and be a pain in my as, lady.”

Ash fumbled for an apology and hurriedly walk down the aisle as the driver replaced the earphone and resumed her conversation.

Ash’s brain was working even faster than before now. How could this be? She stared at the ground, wide-eyed and confused. A theory had started forming in her mind. A theory that needed confirming. Ash scanned the bus’s passengers until her eyes landed on what she’d been looking for. A young woman with headphones, looking in her direction. Ash stared at the woman until their eyes met; this time, she didn’t take her eyes off of her immediately. The music changed, to a melancholic ballad about lost loves. Ash looked away and the soundtrack she’d been listening to before was back. She looked back at the woman again. Melancholy. As Ash glanced back and forth between the window and the woman, the music in her ears alternated between the two songs seamlessly.

“My silly superpower? I can hear what people are listening to.” replied Ash, smiling slightly at her friends’ astonished faces.

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[ytgucci]

Miyako Inoue | 17 | Taurus

One of the 19 members of the Flawless Club in my book/comic: When Overthrowing The Government!

I plan to yap about him more in some new concept art I draw in the coming weeks.

Available to read on A03 and Wattpad as of right now.

ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/45411214/chapters/114255889

wattpad: https://www.wattpad.com/story/210568037-when-overthrowing-the-government