forever daydreaming

14. If you had to narrow it down to 2 things that you MUST keep in mind while working with your OC, what would those things be? 

I think the two important things is:

a) Erin has a very strong sense of justice. She may not always like people but she will always protect those who cannot protect themselves. She feels it is her duty and those who attack and hurt and kill those who are innocent and defenseless, must be taken out. It is cowardly and unjust to harm those who cannot fight back. b) She is not a people-person. In some iteration of Erin she is gray-aplatonic. She very rarely forms close platonic bonds and she won't consider someone a close friend for a long time. You have to work to earn her friendship and trust. She is more likely to develop romantic feelings than platonic feelings.

16. What is something about your OC can make you cry? 

She is constantly chasing an ideal that she feels she will never live up to. Being a character who is defined by one or both of her parents, she strives to live up to her legacy and to prove that she has a place in whatever it is she has joined. This sours her relationship and memory of her deceased parent and also makes it difficult for her to feel close to a living parent. In TWC Erin feels like she has to live up to both her father and her mother and often feels like she falls flat. That she can't. And her mother not wanting her to (as far as I can tell) makes her more inclined to prove her wrong.

Louie and Lace enjoying some quiet downtime in the Lighthouse post-Veilguard 💛🧡

thank you for the tag @mornynge 👀

from the period pain pieces i'm making

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"…Is it cramps? Is that why you're being all," she makes a gesture with her hands that I recognise to mean "dead."

"Yes. And I know you don't remember what they're like but it's bad today."

Something flickers across her face, an emotion I can't qute place, before it's replaced by a teasing expression as she walks her fingers across the planes of my stomach.

"Y'know. You once told me that an orgasm helps with that," Morgan throws me that annoyingly sexy smirk I love, flashing the tip of her fang just enough for me to feel my heart flutter in my chest.

***

yk just morgan being a horny little shit as usual lol

a bit more suggestive that what i like on this blog but eh

i said i would prioritize debutante's guide and immediately started writing mind blind stuff because the brainrot is extant (and teddy's birthday is on saturday)

here is a little snippet from a fic about high school teddy coming out

"Jake's a great guy," she defends her new beau. At least, he said yes without any further questions when she asked if he wanted to date, which means he has great taste in women. And might be a little stupid, which Mom has said can be valuable in a man. "Shame on you for thinking that I'm trying to prove something." Nick holds up his hands in surrender. "Okay, Button. I love and support you. No matter who you date." She sees what he's doing. Jerk.

Thank you so much for tagging me @ohmypawsandwhiskers 💛

A little snippet from Chapter Four of "Me and You (and Him)", that's been making me act a little unwise ever since I wrote it down, hehe hihi :^)

He missed Yves. He missed his presence so much, one could call it an obsession, if it wasn't love. Minutes pass in hushed stillness, as the two men look upon one another and suddenly, even though the most gentle of smiles doesn't quite reach his eyes, Yves sets the brush to the side before turning to Nate, letting his hair fall around him like curtains. He doesn't say anything, not at first and Nate wonders, for but a brief, fleeting moment, if perhaps he had said something wrong, even though he didn't say much. Then, Yves parts his lips and whispers, such a simple yet profound phrase, one which sends a shiver down Nate's back and pulls him back into reality. "Show me."

I'm alive and around! Usually, on Wednesdays I share things from my AOT fic, but now since I'm morphing it into an original fantasy novel, I think I'm going to share bits of that.

This one isn't any story or plot- it's more just world building. My novel writing class has assignments every week, so I'm going to share the one due today. Here's a snippet!

You can read the full thing here (including the map that looks like a hedgehog/vagina lol)

technically already monday but only by a few minutes <3 should really go to bed but can't stop thinking about them, so here's a snippet to get them out of my system.

marjorie feels normal about this woman.

She moves to stand next to her, taking in her appearance as Marjorie had just done herself. Her eyes linger on the exposed skin of her neck, briefly flashing to the low cut of her neckline—and for a glorious, delusional moment Marjorie thinks she's actually checking her out—but then her nose wrinkles in disapproval. "You shouldn't subject your vocal cords to the cold air," she says, reaching up to untie the scarf around her neck. "Here." She holds it out to her with a stern frown. "You need to think of your voice more." She blinks at her. Right, yes, of course. When she doesn't react, Oriana holds it up higher, right in her face. Marjorie throws her a glare, but reluctantly takes the garment. She lifts her brows at her after wrapping it around her own neck. There, happy? It smells of laundry detergent and expensive cologne, and most importantly, her. She resist the urge to bury her nose in it. Would Oriana notice if she kept this? Would that be creepy? No, whatever, it's not like she has a box with her milk teeth and bloody tampons under her bed—it's just a scarf. Plus, she gave it to her on her own accord, so technically speaking, it's not even stealing.

hi seren‼️ sorry this is so late lol

prompts from here

25. "How did you know it's my favourite?"

this is mid-book 4 <3

~500 words titled in my folder as

Mouse

Farah surprising me with gifts isn't uncommon, by this point. Except usually those gifts are with breakfast or dinner or a new perfume or jacket. This is new.

Her eyes glimmer with nervous hope when she hands me the small box, and for a torturously long moment, I'm waiting for her to ask me to marry her. Because why else would she hand me a box — even if it's not a ring box — and look so scared about it? But why now? Why now, just after we found out my "apparently dead aunt" isn't actually dead?

But she doesn't say the words I'm so afraid of. Instead, Farah just places her hands over mine, curling them around the box, lips twisting into a crooked grin.

So I open it.

And I stand there in surprise for what feels like far too long to be appropriate, staring down at the item in my hands. It's small, and it's practically nothing, just a plushie I thought I'd lost when Li-Sar was freed. My hands shake when I pull him from his tissue paper nest, holding him up to the light. The small mouse's tail was torn off and clearly stitched back into place, one of his eyes replaced with some heart-shaped embroidery, torn ears repaired with new fabric, and his fur clearly washed.

"…How did you know?"

My plushie collection isn't something I advertise about myself, but Farah knew. Since the beginning. She knew I carried my mouse with me, tucked in a shirt pocket or in my bra.

"You think I wouldn't notice that you had it with you all the time?" She leans close, golden eyes still wide with anxiety as she gently removes the box from my hands, letting me hold the small stuffed toy without hindrance.

"No, I mean. That he was my favourite."

"Oh, baby…"

My girlfriend huffs quietly, palms cupping my face as she brushed away tears I hadn't realised had begun to fall.

"When your ceiling caved in, he was the one you were most distraught about getting wet. And when Li-Sar was freed…the first thing you said to me was 'he's gone,'" the anxiety fades from her face, replaced by gentle affection, "you were touching your pockets like you'd forgotten your wallet. Of course I noticed he was your favourite."

I sniff, emotions welling to the surface I desperately try to push down, try to keep off my face even as I feel myself crumbling into her arms.

"Why do you have to see me?"

The question is nonsense, rhetorical and spoken to empty air as I tuck my face into Farah's neck, wrapping her in a hug, hands still holding onto this small gift from my childhood.

"Because my eyes are so big and freaky."

That earns a watery laugh from my lips, the memory of our first meeting flickering through my mind as I press a kiss to her collarbone.

"Thank you, love."

"Anytime, Birdie," Farah gently nuzzles her nose into my hair, "I'm glad I was able to reunite him with you."

***

originally i'd thought about making it a piece of jewellery or a beloved childhood game, but the idea of merlina having a plushie collection gripped me by the throat and shook me around like a feral dog.

by Angelina Weld Grimké

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Daph's list of dorky things she loves about Gray (canonically 🥰):

He tries to juggle without his telekinesis (and is bad at it).

He hums "Hakuna Matata" under his breath when he's distracted.

His (bad) fake Texan accent.

His enthusiasm while watching Jeopardy.

His defensiveness about his love for Arizona Iced Tea.

His go-to rant about the US not using the metric system.

His unironic love for ABBA (which is technically listed as something that Button "tolerates", but I know that Daphne thinks it's adorable).

Gray's list of dorky things he loves about Daphne:

Her running joke about being tall (despite being five feet). (E.g. When Nick (lying by 1 inch) says he's six feet tall, Daph is like, "yeah, me too, it runs in the family." Or if she's out in public with Gray trying to avoid fans, she'll be like "get behind me, they won't be able to see you.")

Her (bad) fake British accent.

Her (bad) celebrity impressions. (Mainly the Muppets tbh.)

Her puns.

She's fast at arithmetic (thank you cash register toy).