Forgive me, I’m rusty.

Formerly a World of Warcraft roleplay blog, now (hopefully) a place for all of my writing to make its home. Wish me luck, folks.  Writing tagged #bethany's writing again .  All original content property of me, obvs.

[probablyvampirerpgideas]

Make a Vampire character who’s lived through several waves of the common language’s development and can’t let go if certain gramatical habbits from different time eras.

So like, thou ist a horrid creature, an absolute cur, but go off i guess

[anachronistic-cat]

… can i use that phrase irl?

[probablyvampirerpgideas]

Absolutely you can and I encourage more uses of similar phrases that just completely fuck up the chronology of the english langauge. I wanna hear 15th century english mixed with surfer speak mixed with current age internet lingo like all the time.

[the-argumentative-viper]

Like this? Well my dude, seems like a weasel hath not such a deal of splean as you’re toss’d with. Chill already, you’re not valid.

[nuttersincorporated]

You are an unrighteous, bastardly gullion. Heaven truly knows that thou art false as hell. When you die, I will face God and walk backwards into hell just so that I can beat your ass in the afterlife too.

[fromthemindofatwentyorotherlycan]

I love the idea of a vampire who’s language travels back in time as they get pissed.

[take-a-dip-in-the-deadpool]

I grieve for thee in these trying times. Alexa play Despacito

[bardbreakfast]

Reading these is like literary whiplash

[tranarchist]

Asking the real questions

[titleknown]

Fun fact, this is actually part of a larger series on the most practical medieval weapons for fantasy species.

And it’s legit good too, given the dude who does ‘em also studies these kinds of things for a living!

[waluwadjet2-deactivated20180727]

this series looks super interesting and entertaining and im gonna check it out but goddam if this isnt the funniest name for a video ive ever seen

[azzandra]

I love youtube precisely because it gives ordinary people the outlet for talking about their well-researched opinions on very weird and specific subjects that you would not hear about otherwise.

[im-broke-from-art]

I totally didn’t quietly ship these two at point >///>. Fun rps all around even if I was a whimsical piece of shit at times!

Bahuurra belongs to http://bethabunny.tumblr.com/

Skybluff is mine

This is another work by Sage116

[bethabunnywrites]

Oof this feels like a thousand years ago

[priscellie]

Man. I feel so thirsty lately.  I can’t drink enough water. I feel like the senator guy in that X-Men movie after getting exposed to Magneto’s mutant machine, and he keeps drinking drinking drinking water uncontrollably until he dives into the ocean and becomes a terrifying jellyfish creature and explodes.  Freaking Magneto. I was already sympathetic to the mutant cause. Why you gotta hate?

[seananmcguire]

You’re not a mutant, honey, you’re a mermaid.  It’s all right.  Once your scales start coming in, you won’t be as thirsty.

[knitmeapony]

You know, being a diagnostician in a world with more public magical creatures must be a trip and a half.  

“Extreme thirst has a lot of causes.  Let’s check your blood sugar, and let’s take a skin sample to see if you’re developing scales.”

“Joint pain is pretty common when someone’s pushing themself that way with training, and I’d definitely recommend some rest, but it sounds like it’s been coming on with the moon so we might want to do a blood test to check for lycanthropy.”

“I’m going to give you this journal.  Keep track of how often you’re near bodies of water and copses of trees – not single trees, there needs to be a cluster.”

“Bear with me, I know you’re lactose intolerant, but buy a pint of milk and keep it in your kitchen.  If it spoils faster than expected, we’ll have a better idea of what’s going on here.”

[seananmcguire]

“Have you considered that you may not, in fact, actually be a mammal?”

[hasufin]

“Okay, I’m going to have to refer you to a specialist. It looks like your tertiary dentition is coming in.” “I think we need to check for allergic reactions to silver, iron, a few types of wood, garlic, and holy water. That’ll help us rule out some possible causes for this rash. In the mean time I think you should avoid Italian food and holy ground.”

“Have you noticed clusters of birds following you? Were they corvids? Hm, interesting. You ought to come in to the office so we can discuss this further.” “That itching sensation might be a rash, but I think we ought to give you an MRI and see if you’re about to grow horns.”

[defilerwyrm]

So basically, medicine in the Dark Ages, upgraded.

[disasterlarper]

This is literally my dream as a writer and my worst nightmare as a nurse

[syncretic11]

So I imagine a supernatural version of House where almost every episode someone is like “it’s lycanthropy” and the House character goes “it’s never lycanthropy” except for the one episode it is where the title of the episode is lycanthropy.

[gr8writingtips]

i just saw a post of ‘crunchy plant inspired baby names’ and i wanted to share it with you for character names but then tumblr mobile glitched and. and i lost it. im so sorry. i have let you all down

[heterokatedison]

is this it?

[gr8writingtips]

thank you kind soul, now you can all make your characters crunchy. like god intended

[boilingheart]

[poetryprompts]

Write a few words of a poem, then finish it with a phone’s autocomplete suggestions. I’m trying one as an example:

Sometimes I wonder what happened to you yesterday but

I’m not allowed to enjoy things that

are going back to the house and

I don’t. I have to go along with

whatever you decide is fine but

I don’t. I will call you tomorrow morning and then one day I’m going to call you in a few hours and then one day I’m going to call the number on the phone about my health vastly different and

I will be there

at the end

of this.

[bethabunnywrites]

Screaming Like a Banshee

I always had a fear of tornado sirens. The wailing like a banshee, the way the air around me seems thicker and full of tension, as if the atmosphere itself is anxious. I was never particularly afraid of tornadoes, though.  I grew up on the coast of the southeastern US, after all, with hurricane season as normal to me as the harvest is for a farmer.  The power would go out, the winds would howl, and a tree would fall here and there, but I always felt a strange calm as the storm swirled around me.  I suppose I never really feared death. I do fear suffering, I suppose.  And tornado sirens. The problem, I think, isn’t the tornado sirens at all.  Sure, they come with a sense of doom looming on the horizon, dropping out of the sky and literally tearing your life apart in a matter of minutes, but that’s not the problem. The problem, I think, is related much more closely to the fact that I have consistently called them by the wrong name for as long as I can remember. The problem, I think, is that every cell in my body is of the unwavering belief that they are air raid sirens. Now, I’m no expert.  I majored in History, but dropped out, so the most I can manage is some interesting trivia after a few swallows of bourbon.  So, perhaps air raid sirens and tornado sirens sound nothing alike.  You can’t hear them in many video clips of the war, you know, and Black Sabbath’s “War Pigs” is nothing to base belief upon. Or terror. My short term memory has always been shit, and yet it feels that my long term memory reaches back to WWII. I’m only 26. Perhaps it’s one of those mortal fears that have been bred into us - that have embedded themselves into our very DNA.  Things that go bump in the night.  Things with teeth long and sharp.  Things with eyes black as night.  Air raid sirens.  That could be it, right? Right?

[armeleia]

Reminders for the Anxious/Depressed Creatives

You’re more than what you make.

Your productivity does not determine your value.

It’s okay to do nothing sometimes.

Not everything you do has to result in a product.

Not everything you make has to be important, significant, or even good.

You can make things just for yourself.

You can keep secrets for yourself, whether it’s not posting some of your projects or not sharing your techniques.

You’re allowed to say no.

You’re allowed to rest.

[bethabunnywrites]

I WROTE THIS IN 2008

Like, I had to remember the log in for my old deviantArt to find it.  It old.  Don’t judge high school me.

-

  I look silently out of the window, watching the patchwork fields pass underneath the plane.  I try to block out my mother and little brother arguing as they always are, something about his hair being too messy for a visit with grandma.

 My father is silent, his eyes clamped tightly shut and his knuckles white on the arms of his seat.  The flight attendant periodically checks on him and refills his glass of whiskey.  The in-flight film is some romantic shit, my mother's favorite movie.

  I've already attempted reading, sleeping, and making conversation with my father, all of which I have given up on in boredom.  I just watch the terrain beneath us, as if looking for something special.  As if anything special would happen to me.

  My brother's head appears over top of the seat in front of me.  His hair is, in fact, sticking up in every place possible, as if his head were a porcupine.  "Cindy?' he whispers, "Cindy, is daddy going to die?"

  I laugh heartlessly.  "Only if the plane crashes."

  Apparently eight-year-olds don't understand sarcasm, because his eyes widen and he turns to mother, "Mommy, is the plane going to crash?"

  "Cindy, quit trying to scare your brother."

  And so now I watch out the window again, but something feels odd about it.  I feel anxious, but I have no fear of heights and have flown back and forth to grandma's house dozens of times.  The ground seems blurry, swirly, almost like heat waves are coming off of it.  But heat waves in the middle of December with a blizzard on the radar?  It's unlikely.

  Something moves out of the corner of my eye, near the wing.  I look, but see nothing.  I gaze around at the other passengers, but they're all enthralled in their petty time-wasting techniques.  I eye the wing suspiciously, but it seems ordinary.  Something crosses my mind, and I can barely speak after realizing it.

  "Mom...Mom, I can't hear the engines..."

  And then it happens.

[prokopetz]

“Character who looks dangerous but is actually harmless” and “character who looks harmless but is actually dangerous” are both well and good, but consider: character who looks dangerous, and actually is, but for a completely different reason than they look like they should be.

[prokopetz]

And no, I don’t mean like “guy who wears robes with a water motif is actually a fire wizard”. I mean like “seven-foot-tall mountain of gleaming muscle with sword the size of a surfboard strapped to his back is actually the Nine Realms’ most feared lawyer”.

[thoodleoo]

things from sappho to call your girlfriend

ἀστέρων πάντων ὀ κάλλιστος (of all the stars, the fairest)

πόλυ πάκτιδος ἀδυμελεστέρα, χρύσω χρυσοτέρα (far sweeter-sounding than the lyre, far more golden than gold)

τὰν ἰόκολπον (violet-tressed, one with violets in her lap)

ὦ κάλα, ὦ χαρίεσσα κόρα (o beautiful, graceful girl)

ἦρος ἄγγελος ἰμερόφωνος ἀήδων (nightingale, sweet-voiced messenger of spring)

[creativepromptsforwriting]

Prompt #363

The night sky lit up for a second and what followed sounded a lot like the end of the world.

[creativepromptsforwriting]

Prompt #370

Nothing time can’t kill.

[aplpaca]

kinda funny when english teachers say stuff like “i can tell if you didnt read the book” or “i can tell when people bs their paper”

no you cant.  you can tell when people are bad at bs-ing their paper.  i didnt even read the sparknotes and i barely skimmed the wikipedia and you gave me an A.  you kneel before my throne unaware that it was born of lies

[asexualbrigadier]

“YOU KNEEL BEFORE MY THRONE UNAWARE THAT IT WAS BORN OF LIES” IS ONE OF THE GREATEST SENTENCES I’VE EVER READ AND I CAN’T FUCKING BELIEVE IT’S ON A POST ABOUT BULLSHITTING ON ASSIGNMENTS.

[bethabunnywrites]

Getting My Fingers Moving

Well folks, this is a writing blog, and I’ve got writing anxiety.  I’m going to make an attempt at remedying this by making a longer, more detailed update post. This month makes about a year since I last roleplayed.  I know this, because it’s been just over a year since I separated from my now ex-husband.  Let’s unpack that a bit. I was blindsided by the divorce.  I asked him to do counseling, to try a break instead, et cetera, but after he had been gone a week or so I began to realize how relieved I was.  Things hadn’t been going well between us for a couple of years, really, and he hadn’t been faithful (the entire reason we dabbled in polyamory was an ill-advised attempt on my part to make it “okay” by putting rules to it).  During that time, I shrunk into myself.  I lost what self confidence I had left, I burnt some bridges and allowed others to crumble, and I had no idea what to do with myself. I will say, looking back, that when I needed love and acceptance the most, some people weren’t in a place to give it to me.  It felt as if I had been rejected by my husband and nearly everyone else, but that’s not necessarily anyone’s fault.  Self love and care should be important above all else, but at the time all I saw was a lack of notifications, and dead chats.  I have some regrets, but this isn’t the place for them.

I was fortunate that an IRL friend reached out to me, and invited me out to see Wonder Woman with her and her wife.  I felt like I ruined their date night with my timid jokes and trembling hands, but I walked out of that theater later that night with more than just our friendship renewed. I was in love with Gal Gadot, with GIRL POWER, with doing things without feeling guilty that I hadn’t brought my ex along.  I’m not saying I was a perfect wife, or even a great one, but divorce changed me in the most beautiful way.  I’m blossoming, and not even ashamed of using that poor, worn out flower metaphor. Then came my adventures in online dating.  Ladies, gentlemen, and everyone else, it does not matter what custom gender you type into that blank - if you have breasts and point out that you’re playing Fallout 3 for the thousandth time, you will get stereotypical Gamer Girl messages.  One not-exactly-lovely gentleman said something along the lines of, “Goth and a gamer?! Splooge!”  Yeah. Surprisingly, I didn’t receive a whole lot of the bi/pansexual messages.  Sure, a fireman asked me if I was into “bi bottom guys,” but not much talk of threesomes.  So, I guess I have that going for me. Somewhere along the lines I friendzoned a tall, charming, blue-eyed dork who asked me out to the Renaissance Festival several months early.  He lives two hours away, but said he liked driving.  Aight.  Long story a bit shorter, he’s a pretty great boyfriend and we play co-op games when we can.  He preferred the juggling acts to my Spoonerisms, but what can you do? I still work as a shift lead for a Big Chain Retail Pharmacy, but I’ve been out on medical leave since March because of a shoulder injury from a fateful truck day at the end of February.  My rotator cuff is finally starting to give a bit, so maybe I’ll be better eventually.  My physical therapist is quite hopeful. So, there’s your big ol’ Bethany/bethabunny/Hura update.  It’s been quite a year, but I’ve learned a lot, and I’m overall a lot happier and healthier than I was.  Grats if you read the entire thing.

[its-just-a-writers-thing]

Writing Prompt #51

“The thing is, she looks at me and I just-”

“Forget your own name?”

“Exactly..”