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"You told me I was the problem," Finn said, the words tumbling out between sobs, messy and uncontrolled. "That's how it all started, didn't it? You said people are scared of my power, scared I was going to one day lose control. But wasn't it the people who sent me to fight danger that came our way? Wasn't it them, Soren? Every monster I killed, every threat I facedâthey chose to send me. They put me in front of claws and fangs and death, and then they were surprised when I came back with power on my skin?"
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This blog is mostly where I share writing â snippets, stories, drafts, anything really. I'm not going to openly tell anyone my age, so please respect my boundaries. Thatâs about it. Welcome, and thanks for being here. ⨠đŤ
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My WIPs on Tumblr:
WHUMP Situations (mainly Eddie and Ryan)
Paper Fangs (mafia, amnesia)
Veyru and Ayla (monster and girl, short stories)
Finn Rook (the Chosen One who walked away)
Original Works on AO3 that I 110% recommend:
Unremembered
Dimidia by @ponderingpen
Stolen Sunlight
Ashcombe by @housemasterwilkes
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my actual vampire hot take is that if you're going to be a 'vegetarian' vampire (a vampire that only drinks the blood of animals) you MUST have hunter education. i'm so sick of people being like oh well predator animals are mean and scary because they kill cute 'harmless' animals like NO they're crucial for the environment and if you're going to hunt animals for blood you still need to stick to regular people hunting guidelines and only hunt things that are in season and abide by your areas bag limits
He'd also mock and insult you while he educates you on this. Then he'd go drink alone because he doesn't like eating in front of people. Unless it's Simon, obviously.
I have been very interested in how people remember their childhoods, and I have a really good long-term memory (but not a good short-term one lol). I have a few questions about some of your earliest memories.
What is the earliest that you can remember? (not anything on video) Mine is eating all the leftovers of my third birthday cake
What is the first movie you can remember seeing in a cinema? Mine is the goblet of fire (2005), I had not long turned 8.
What is the first chapter book you read by yourself with no help? Mine is When Hitler Stole Pink Rabbit. I was 12 when I read that
First or earliest/oldest stuff cuddly you have or had? Mine is a rabbit called Bunny, but it is not my original Bunny (OG Bunny got kidnapped by a dog, so mum said that Bunny strunk in the wash) have had her since I was two, still do.
First Fandom you read fanfiction from? For me, it was Hunger Games on fanfiction.net when I was 14.
First non-kid song or artist you remember listening to? Under Pressure by Queen
For me itâs probably that one time i went to Singapore when i was like 5 and i started crying because my parents took me to see a fire show or something i cant quite recall but yea
Probably frozen 2, but i used to watch lots of movies with my parents, this is the earliest i can remember
Wings of fire-The lost heir (the 2nd book lol,borrowed it from my school library on a whim, i hated reading books back then)
Mine was this blue and pink pastel rabbit-bear thingy called oreo, i bought her from build-a-bear on like my 11th bday? Idk, i still have her tho
Percy jackson- Wattpad (my friend told me to read it because it was good, and i later found out SHE WROTE IT)
I think mine was also a song by Queen, I want to break free
1. Either it was the first time I helped my cousin walking the first time at my grandmas house I was like 3-4 or when this movie people asked me if I wanted to play in a movie, this are the first two things I remember but I donât know the order soo
2. I donât really remember but I think "ie Olchis" (this random AI told me itâs called "the Muddlers?" in English)
3. Probably Tale of Magic when I was 8-9
4. This creepy monkey, I love him but heâs creepy
5. This Harry Potter fanfiction when I was like 9? It was so cringe like. Hermione and Harry were together and Harry cheated with Umbridge, stuff like that đ
6. Idk but probably Henry Lee by Nick Cave or a Strange day by the Cure, I was like 3 so I donât really remember
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âż What is the earliest that you can remember? I remember talking about my preschool teachers shoes when I was 4 cause she always wore slippers
âż What is the first movie you can remember seeing in a cinema? The minions with my brother's socker team and the coach's two kids cause me and the coach's one kid were friends and we shared popcorn
âż First chapter book you read by yourself with no help? I have no idea probably an a-z mystery book.
âż First or earliest/oldest stuff cuddly you have or had? Rabbit thingy that has a little blanket of it and jingled
âż First Fandom you read fanfiction from? Pjo it was solangelo fanfic and I was 11
âż First non-kid song or artist you remember listening to? Taylor swift 1989 album (when I was, like three)
â˘á´â˘ What is the earliest that you can remember? When I was four (or five?) I really really wanted this huge lollipop I saw in the shops and I begged my mum to buy it for me and after a while she did and made me promise to eat it ALL. And obviously I couldn't and my dad threw it away and he told me off. Yes, I am kinda traumatised lol
â˘á´â˘ What is the first movie you can remember seeing in a cinema? I very vaguely remember watching Ferdinand with my family. I remember crying near the end (happy tears I hope?)
â˘á´â˘ First chapter book you read by yourself with no help? Matilda! I read it over and over and the pages have gone all yellow and the spine is cracked but I love that book so much! I think I was around 7 or 8. Imagine how sad I was when I found out Roald Dahl wasn't alive anymore?
â˘á´â˘ First or earliest/oldest stuff cuddly you have or had? My beautiful grey bunny named Bunny (it was white but went through the washing machine, moving house, the garden and every holiday - my hero <3)
â˘á´â˘ First Fandom you read fanfiction from? Miraculous Ladybug and it was those texting stories on YouTube. Some of them were cringy and some were lowkey good.
â˘á´â˘ First non-kid song or artist you remember listening to? Ummm... I think it was Shape of You by Ed Sheeran. He was once my favourite artist (only because I didn't listen to anyone else)
Posted for my #1 supporter @alexazucchie <3 This is a flashback which will come later on in the story. I think you're gonna like how badass Jay is in this one...
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The club is called Eden, which is a joke.
You stand at the bar with your back to the room, nursing whiskey you haven't touched, listening to the pulse of bass throb through the floorboards like a second heartbeat.
The place reeks of spilled vodka and overpriced perfume, bodies pressed too close, laughter too sharp. Above you, chandeliers drip crystal in shades of blood-red and bruise-purple, casting everything in a glow that makes the beautiful look dangerous and the dangerous look beautiful.
You are here because Malik "Ghost" Washington asked for a meeting.
You are here because Malik thinks he can renegotiate the terms you already set.
You are here because you are tired, and because being tired makes you cruel, and because sometimes cruelty is the only language men like Malik understand.
The bartender â a kid with hoops in his ears and a tattoo of a compass on his neck â glances at your arm. At the snake. He looks away fast, pours someone else, keeps his hands busy.
Smart kid.
"Devell." The voice comes from your left, smooth as oil on water. "Didn't think you'd come alone."
You don't turn. You know what you'll see: Malik, tall and thin and elegant in a cream suit that costs more than the bartender makes in a year. Gold rings on every finger. Eyes like wet stones. He thinks the suit makes him look civilized. You know it makes him look like a corpse dressed for his own funeral.
"I don't need company to drink," you say.
Malik slides onto the stool beside you, close enough that his shoulder almost brushes yours. A test. You let him stay there. Let him think he's earned the proximity.
"Victor's been talking," Malik says. "Says you're overextended. Says the east side is slipping."
You lift the glass. Swirl the whiskey. Watch the light fracture through amber.
"Victor talks a lot," you say. "It's why he's still alive. Talking keeps him busy."
Malik laughs â too loud, performative. The people around him glance over, then away. They know better than to watch.
"I'm proposing an adjustment," Malik says. "The pipeline through the docks â I want twenty percent more cut. And I want access to your contacts in the precinct."
You set the glass down. The click of crystal on wood is louder than it should be.
"No," you say.
"Jayâ"
"No," you repeat. You turn to face him now, and whatever he sees in your eyes makes his smile falter. "You want to renegotiate, Malik? Fine. Let's renegotiate. You currently have forty percent of the dock traffic because I allow it. Because I decided that forty percent keeps you useful without making you greedy. You want more?"
You lean in. Close enough to smell the cologne he bathed in, the nervous sweat breaking through underneath.
"Take it," you whisper. "See what happens."
Malik's jaw tightens. His hand moves â not toward you, toward his jacket. Toward the gun you already know is there, the one he thinks you don't see.
You move before he finishes the thought.
Your left hand closes around his wrist before his fingers find the grip. Your thumb presses into the pressure point, and his hand spasms open, useless. You don't break the bone. Not yet. You want him to feel the choice you're making.
"Malik," you say, conversational, like you're discussing the weather. "Do you know why they call me Serpent?"
He's breathing hard. The elegant mask is cracking. "Because you're a cold-blooded fuckingâ"
"Because I don't strike where you see me," you say. "I strike where you forget to look."
You twist his wrist â sharp, precise â and he gasps, drops to one knee on the sticky floor. The club keeps moving around you, music pounding, bodies swaying. No one looks. No one wants to see.
"You came here thinking you had leverage," you say. Your voice doesn't rise. Doesn't need to. It cuts through the noise like a blade through silk. "You thought because I'm young, because I don't shout, because I let men like you keep breathing â you thought that meant I was soft."
You lean down, still holding his wrist, your face inches from his. The snake tattoo seems to pulse in the red light, jaws open, fangs bared.
"I let you keep breathing," you say, "because you were useful. Because you moved product without causing problems. Because every time you looked at me, I saw the math in your eyes â the cost of crossing me, the profit of staying loyal. You did the math right, Malik. Until tonight."
"Jayâ" His voice cracks. "Jay, I didn't meanâ"
"You meant exactly what you said." You straighten, release his wrist. He cradles it against his chest, eyes wide, waiting. "You meant to test me. To see if the rumors were true. If the Serpent still had fangs."
You step back. Adjust your cuff. The movement is deliberate, unhurried. Let him see the predator beneath the polish.
"Here's what happens now," you say. "You stand up. You walk out. You take your forty percent, and you thank whatever god you pray to that you're leaving with your hand attached. Tomorrow, you'll hear that Victor lost three shipments in one night. You'll wonder if that was me, or if he really is as sloppy as I say. You'll wonder if I planned this meeting to put you in debt, to make you need me more than you fear me."
You pick up your whiskey. Drink it in one swallow. The burn is familiar, welcome.
"And next time you want to renegotiate," you say, setting the empty glass on the bar, "you'll remember how this felt. On your knees. In a room full of people who pretended not to see. You'll remember that I didn't need to break your wrist â I chose not to. That I didn't need to let you leave â I chose to. And you'll wonder, every night before you sleep, what happens on the day I choose differently."
Malik stares up at you. The wet-stone eyes are dry now, desperate. He looks like a man who just realized the ground he's been walking on was a bridge, and the bridge is burning.
"Get up," you say.
He gets up.
"Walk out."
He walks.
You don't watch him go. You signal the bartender for another drink, and the kid pours with shaking hands, and you sit there in the red light with the snake coiled on your arm and the city breathing around you, waiting.
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Two hours later:
The alley behind Eden is where the trash goes to rot.
You're here because Malik didn't walk far enough. Because he made a call in the parking lot, voice low and urgent, and because Laila is very good at listening to calls. Because sometimes mercy is a message, and sometimes a message needs a postscript.
Malik's men â three of them, hired muscle with more steroids than sense â wait in the shadows by the dumpster. You see them before they see you. You always do.
The first one steps out when you're ten feet away. Baseball bat, wood, nails driven through the business end. He swings before he finishes his threat, which is almost admirable.
You duck under the arc, move inside his reach, and drive your elbow into his solar plexus. He folds, gasping, and you take the bat from his hands like you're accepting a gift. The nails catch the streetlight as you turn.
The second one has a knife. He lunges.
You swing the bat low, catch his knee, hear something pop. He screams, drops, and you bring the nailed end down into his shoulder â not deep enough to kill, deep enough to make the point. He stops screaming. Starts whimpering.
The third one runs.
You let him.
Malik is by the fire exit, cream suit ruined by the alley's grime, gun in his hand. It's shaking. You can see it from here, twenty feet of shadow and garbage between you.
"You set me up," he says. His voice is high, broken. "You knew I'd call them. You wanted this."
You lean on the bat like a cane. The nails drip something dark onto the concrete.
"I wanted you to understand," you say. "The difference between talking and doing. Between threatening and meaning it."
He raises the gun. The barrel wavers, finds your chest, steadies. "I'll shoot you," Malik says. "I will. I'llâ"
"You won't," you say.
You start walking toward him. Slow. Unhurried. The bat drags against the ground, screeching, a sound like teeth on bone.
"Because if you pull that trigger," you say, "you have to be sure. Sure I'm alone. Sure there isn't someone on the roof with a rifle. Sure Victor won't hear about this by morning and decide you're too messy to keep alive. You have to be sure, Malik. And you're not sure of anything right now."
Ten feet. The gun trembles.
"You're sure of one thing," you continue. "You're sure I walked into that club alone. You're sure I let you leave alive. You're sure I knew about your men and came anyway. And now you're wondering â if I knew about them, what else do I know? What else am I walking into? What else is waiting in the dark that you can't see?"
Five feet. You can smell the fear on him now, sour and sharp.
"Put the gun down, Malik."
He does.
You stop in front of him. Close enough to touch. You don't.
"Tomorrow," you say, "you'll transfer full control of the docks to my people. You'll take fifteen percent, not forty. You'll consider it a retirement fund. And if I ever hear your name in connection with my business again â if I ever see your face in a room I'm in â I won't come alone. I won't be merciful. I won't give you a chance to kneel."
You reach out. He flinches. You straighten his collar, the same gesture from the bar, and pat his cheek twice. Patronising. Intimate. A reminder that you could have killed him twice tonight and chose not to.
"Go home, Malik," you say. "Sleep if you can."
He goes.
You stand in the alley with the bat in your hand and the blood on the ground and the city humming beyond the walls, and you breathe in the smell of victory â which is the same as the smell of fear, which is the same as the smell of power, which is the same as the smell of yourself.
Your phone buzzes.
Jun's voice, when you answer, is sharp with worry. "You good? Laila said she intercepted a callâ"
"I'm fine," you say.
"You alone?"
You look at the man curled by the dumpster, the one still whimpering with nails in his shoulder. You look at the fire exit, still swinging from Malik's flight. You look at the snake on your arm, jaws open, hungry.
"Always," you say.
You hang up. Drop the bat in the trash. Walk toward the street, adjusting your cuffs, smoothing your coat, becoming invisible again.
Behind you, the alley breathes out.
Ahead, the city waits.
And somewhere, in the dark between streetlights, you smile â not because you're happy, but because you're awake, and because being awake is the only thing you've ever been good at, and because tonight, like every night, you proved that the Serpent doesn't need to strike to be feared.
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The thing about having an ao3 account is the fact that I have so many ideas and so little time, but knowing that I can easily post something causes me to start four fics at the same time and now I have fourteen open tabs, zero completed chapters, and a mountain of creative guilt.
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Ahem, ofcourse, being the og sender doesnât mean you wonât get sent back~ u-u â¨ď¸
I was tagged by @purple-on-black :) Time to pick something good.
Rules: share a line from your story with zero context.
Since I have a couple of projects going on, I hope it's alright if I share a couple of out of context lines <3
From Adamantine (cheating a bit, because it's a couple lines):
Your first kill came weeks later. Mother told you to survive, but not to be good. You were so hungry then. So very, very hungry.
This is from an earlier draft of my current project, The Goblin Bride:
âLove, Clarriss. Love is stronger than any magic there is. You can render a potion inert, you can create a dead zone, and you can block a spell. But love? Nothing stops it. Not fists, not fear, and not blood.â
This is from a Twine interactive fiction/game that I finished the first draft/outline of this week:
Tomorrow, maybe youâll forget that the hole inside you is there until you trip over a rock, walking behind your armoured rescuers, and gain a dent in your head that wonât heal. It wonât ever heal.
And then finally, this one is from a project currently in the editing stage:
When Kogenâs voice failed to drop, like heâd expected it to, heâd panicked because he was sure that if he continued to sound like a âmiserable warbling songbirdâ that Aldox would alter him, just like he did Mercuria. It wasnât until later that heâd realized that there was a reason it wasnât dropping.
Perhaps I need to slow down on the projects. Just having too much fun (read: my medication isn't handling my stress and I need to write constantly to feel sane). I'm going to tag my beloved @blades-of-calmoran (I know you have at least ONE line written) as well as @jaylex05 @aadhube @destinycraftswords @writingwithoutconfidence and @winterandwords, and anyone else who wants to join in :)
Thanks for the tag @cervus-scribe!! Also, your projects all sound very very interesting!
I also have several random projects going on, so I'm going to share a few too lol
From Disguised
The birthday was easy. Birthdays were always easy, because they were performances within performances, and it required nothing real from him, just the same charm turned up slightly, the same jokes delivered with a bit more warmth, the same careful calibration of engagement that made people feel included without actually including them.
From Paper Fangs
And if he wanted to hurt you? Youâd never see it coming. And if he wanted to save you? Heâd burn the whole world to make space for your breath.
From Fantasy Realm
"Don't you dare leave me not knowingâ"
"Knowing what?" He reached up, his hand finding her cheek with the same warmth she'd failed to feel the first time, now burning like a brand. "You've been leaving since I found you. Running even when you're standing still."
tagging: @justluchii @alexazucchie @cervus-scribe @ponderingpen @penningbookwurm @janetm74 + anyone who wants to join!
Welcome to the June Dialogue & Trope Challenge! (Also my first time ever doing one so forgive me if there's any mistakes)
Each day includes two prompts:
⌠A line of dialogue
⌠A trope
The dialogue and trope won't always seem like they fit togetherâand that's intentional! The fun is figuring out how to connect them. Maybe the dialogue is spoken by the hero. Maybe it's the villain. Maybe it's a memory, a lie, a prophecy, or something else entirely.
Interpret the prompts however you like:
⌠Any fandom or original characters
⌠Any genre
⌠Any length
⌠Any rating (just tag appropriately)
⌠Mix and match genres, tropes, and settings
If you participate, feel free to tag your work with #JuneDialogueTropeChallenge (long I know) so everyone can find and share each other's creations.
Happy writing!
Text version:
June 1: "Go ahead. Underestimate me." | Found Family
June 2: "Don't make me regret saving you." | Kidnapping
June 3: "I thought you were dead." | Fake Dating
June 4: "Open the door." | Soulmates
June 5: "You weren't supposed to hear that." | Friends to Lovers
June 6: "Whose blood is that?" | Love Confession
June 7: "You lied to me." | Apocalypse
June 8: "You should've left me there." | Sacrifice
June 9: "You're late." | Possession
June 10: "I heard you screaming." | Rivals
June 11: "Take my hand." | Betrayal
June 12: "I wasn't supposed to survive." | Alternate Universe
June 13: "Why are you looking at me like that?" | Chosen One
June 14: "How long have you known?" | Monster Hunt
June 15: "Trust me." | Doppelgänger
June 16: "You shouldn't be here." | Reunion
June 17: "I can explain." | Ghosts
June 18: "Who did this to you?" | Time Loop
June 19: "That's impossible." | Character Study
June 20: "Don't touch me." | Prophecy
June 21: "I never stopped looking." | Forbidden Magic
June 22: "You promised." | Enemies to Lovers
June 23: "I remember your voice." | Reunion
June 24: "What aren't you telling me?" | Soulmates
June 25: "They're lying." | Redemption Arc
June 26: "Wait. You're alive?" | Secret Society
June 27: "You left me." | Vigilante
June 28: "It's not safe after dark." | Haunted House
June 29: "Look at me." | Deal With The Devil
June 30: "You came back." | Murder Mystery
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Choose a song title for each letter of your username and tag the same number of people
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Fair warning: half of my picks are from the 90s because that was my formative era. I like stuff I can sing to or play the guitar to, so thereâs a lot of rock and popâŚ
Drop Dead Gorgeous [1997] â Republica
Just a Girl [1995] â No Doubt
A Thousand Years [2011] â Christina Perri
Ready Now [2019] â Dodie
Iris [1998] â Goo Goo Dolls
November Rain [1992] â Guns Nâ Roses
Speechless [2009] â Lady Gaga
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Creep [1992] â Radiohead
You Could Make a Killing [1995] â Aimee Mann
All Along the Watchtower [1968] â Jimi Hendrix
Rumour Has It [2011] â Adele
Empire State of Mind (Part II) Broken Down [2010] â Alicia Keys
Now for the usual totally unnecessary commentary on my choices:
Weâve got four British artists on there (well, I did grow up here), but itâs mostly stuff from across the pond. That said, âEmpire State of Mind (Part II) Broken Downâ was never released in the US, but it was over here, and it was huge (hence itâs on my Spotify master playlist!).
There are songs from four soundtracks (Scream, Twilight, City of Angels and Cruel Intentions), proving that movies make my brain remember songs better.
Also, Iâm currently rewatching Battlestar Galactica, so I had to include Hendrix đ.
Hmm, who to tag... okay, 12 of my loveliest moots coming up:
Thank you for the tags! @funkopop547 @yoursleepdemon @ellietalkswaytoomuch I'm sorry im a bit behindđ
Best friends - Nolan Michael (highly recommed it it's based off byler)
Your Losing Me - Taylor Swift
Lover, You Should've Come Over - Jeff Buckley
Eleven Eleven - Conan Gray
Romeo - Conan Gray
Birthday - Maisie Peters
Emotion Is Dead - The Juliana Therory
Always Forever - The Cults
No Surprise - Radiohead
@rubyrider6000 @sootstar22 @sourcarmellia @halflitpages @heyimcelery @lunareclipse2727 @r5kittykat @whylee-wheeler @mj-rulesdaw0rld (I'm supposed to do nine but who gives af I love all my mooties so um person who made this don't look any further)
I have a long ass username so this is going to be fun!! Genuinely not complaining, now I can share my favourite songs with everyone, it's a win for me ÂŻ\_(ă)_/ÂŻ (and a loss for you when you have a giant ass post popping up on your feed MWAHAHAHAHAHA)
What's Up Danger - Blackway and Black Caviar
Runaway Baby - Bruno Mars
I Run - HAVEN
Teeth - 5 Seconds Of Summer
In Control - Belle Sisoski
New Rules - Dua Lipa
Gravedigger - Livingston
Welcome To Wonderland - Anson Seabra
If We Have Each Other - Alec Benjamin
Thriller - Michael Jackson
HUMBLING! - sriyam
Overwhelmed - Ryan Mack
Uptown Funk - Bruno Mars and Mark Ronson
The Man Who Can't Be Moved - The Script
CAN'T STOP THE FEELING! - Justin Timberlake
Ordinary - Alex Warren
Numb - Marshmello
Family Line - Conan Gray
I Gotta Feeling -Â Black Eyed Peas
Dream As One - Miley Cyrus
Everybody (Backstreet's Back) - Backstreet Boys
Natural - Imagine Dragons
Cake By The Ocean - DNCE
Easy On Me - Adele
Oh my god how do I not have any 'A's in my name?? Anyway, this was so fun (and I'm realising how idk diverse(?) my music choices are lol)
Famous Whumpee had a traumatic childhood. They'd grown up being told they are useless and worthless and hurt so much they still involuntarily flinch, despite it being years. Whumpee can deal with heavy scenes (the ones where there's shouting and crying and violence) whilst filming because if it's in the script then it's okay, because they can prepare themselves in advance by going over the script again and again, telling themselves it's all fake, a lie, just a scene, that's it.
But
The other cast members don't know about Whumpee's past. Why would they? Whumpee's very good at keeping it hidden. So during the scene, everything's going smoothly, Actor is shouting at Whumpee, and Whumpee acts scared and anxious. And suddenly, Actor starts going off script. Actor is stepping forward, still shouting, but now all Whumpee can think about is their past, the shouting before the hits.
And then, Actor's hands suddenly fist the front of Whumpee's shirt, and they pull Whumpee closer, still shouting, still acting unaware that Whumpee is this close to having a panic attack. The scene suddenly isn't something Whumpee can control, because it is no longer on the page.
The words Actor is yelling blur into a deafening roar, echoing the exact pitch of a voice from Whumpeeâs childhood. The sudden, rough tug on their fabric completely shatters the fragile wall separating the present from the past. Whumpee's lungs seize. The studio lights feel blinding, morphing into the harsh glare of a room they thought they escaped years ago.
"Cut! That was incredible acting, guys!" the directorâs voice calls out from behind the monitors.
The pressure on Whumpee's shirt vanishes as Actor lets go, instantly dropping the aggressive persona. Actor smiles, completely oblivious, and pats Whumpee on the shoulder. "Man, you look totally wrecked. Great reaction! Your face went completely pale."
Whumpee can't answer. Their throat is tightly locked. Their body is rooted to the floorboards, but every instinct is screaming at them to run, hide, and shield their face. But no, Whumpee can't do that. They have to keep their past hidden from everyone. So they smile instead. "Yeah. I didn't expect you to be so good haha."
Hii :D I hope you're having a beautiful day! May I leave some light-hearted poetry in your ask box? ⨠i lwk want to make it a tradition until i build up confidence to post it elsewhere :D
People somehow seemed happier in the rain.
It was half past eight, and despite it being the evening,
It was light. And it was drizzling, so a little wet,
But the most of the people didn't take out umbrellas
While awaiting the train.
I saw a couple smiling before the entrance to the station,
Giddy about the rain, holding back giggles
Because it was drizzling and still so light and they had not a care in the world.
While awaiting the train, I thought of how long the day had been
And how there had been an event at the library
Where you had to pick up a sticky note
And write the name of the book you had read while you travelled.
I thought of how I had stopped by the stand to read the notes
And the librarian'd asked, "Would you leave one for yourself?"
And I'd done that, writing down the name of the book
That was summer and countries I would never see and connections that couldn't be broken by space or time...
I smiled, looking up mindlessly,
Enjoying the drizzle and how light it was,
My thoughts on the nice librarian and the note and the rest that awaited me in the end of this long, long day.
I wonder if someone saw me smiling, eyes on the sky, and thought,
"People somehow seem happier in the rain".
Hi!!! My day went from good to awesome!! I absolutely love reading poems, and yes yes yess make this a tradition! Whether it's just a few lines or a paragraph I really don't mind, just send them to me <3
You start with "people somehow seemed happier in the rain" and end with "I wonder if someone saw me smiling..." You went from observer to observed, and the whole poem is just the small, ordinary magic in between. That's the whole point, right? You were part of the happiness you noticed. You became the thing someone else might notice.
The librarian asked, you answered, and now that note exists somewhere as proof that you were there, happy in the rain, thinking of impossible things.
I sometimes do this thing where I leave little post-it notes inside books I love, or on rough days I'll write something like "No matter how bad it seems today, life does go on, and it will be better tomorrow," and tuck them into library books. If I managed to make someone else smile, that's good, kind of like your sticky note about summer and countries you'd never seeâlittle pieces of hope left behind for someone who needs to find them.
Keep sending me poems, stay safe and I hope you're having a wonderful day too!
scenes that never fail to make me smile and kick my feet:
-giggling. if a character starts giggling, or i see the word giggling i love you so much. a character drunk giggles? hears something funny and giggles? awkward giggling? AHHHH
-soft kisses. i'm talking like the ones where it's described as 'light and gentle' and it's scattered across the face instead of just the lips. everyone's always writing stuff like 'their lips crashed together and they blah blah blah'... i want fluffy and wholesome not fighting for dominance
-compliments. i don't mean the casual 'your dress looks nice' or 'you have nice eyes'. i mean the ones where it's meant so sincerely that character A is like 'ohmygod this is my person i love themm'
-fight scenes. imma be for real, cute scenes make me smile, but badass scenes make me so damn happy. like yes beat that motherfucker up
-talking back. i don't mean the ones where the kids are like 'nooo i don't want tooo' then get worried they're gonna get in trouble. i mean the ones where both characters are equally strong and badass, and they're fighting with words. even better if they aren't even shouting. blackmail in the calmest voice
-saying "i'm yours'. i've read sooo many stories where they're having a nice intimate moment and then character A goes "you're mine" to character B and suddenly it feels intimidating. whenever they say "i'm yours" it makes me so damn happy
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everyone talks about having crushes but being crushed on is so weird. i just think you could find someone better so donât lower your standards for me yk
Real. Makes it worse cause my friends are constantly telling me how he's trying sooo hard to 'get over me' and he can't and how he always says I'm nice and kind and I've got a good character T^T
For like five years of my life I wasn't allowed any sugary foods... which is why I still don't really like snacks that much lol. If I had to choose I'd say something like shortbread. What about you?
