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Ordinary Life (of a Blood Sucking Night-Crawler) - The Worst Night Ever

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A book I've been writing for several years about witty characters, anime tropes, awesome powers, and vampires. What's more to love?

I'm going to legit publish it if I can get around to actually finishing it (it's about half way done). But, for that to happen, I need some motivation, which is why I'm sharing it in an uncompleted state.

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When You Need Motivation Imagine…

(for the people who crave external validation)

have realistic expectations… but dream a little too — you deserve it <3

❦

➵ someone rereading your book because they love it so much

➵ someone analyzing your characters and plot

➵ someone relating to your character and feeling seen

➵ someone making headcanons about your character you didn’t even consider but oh my gosh yes that’s so true

➵ someone giving you five stars

➵ someone recommending your book

➵ someone quoting your story

➵ someone noticing the littlest detail you never thought anyone would pick up on but they did and they love it

➵ someone tagging/annotating your book

➵ someone making fanart of your characters/setting

➵ someone making memes about your story

➵ seeing someone read your book in public

➵ someone posting about how amazed they are at your brilliantly creative mind

➵ someone begging for a sequel

➵ someone getting a tattoo to represent your story

➵ having a book signing / meet & greet

➵ someone asking you to sign their copy of your book

➵ someone asking you for writing advice because you’re an inspiration to them

➵ your story becoming a tv show or movie

➵ someone reading your book in 10 years, 20 years, 50 years

➵ your book being turned face-forward on someone’s bookshelf so they can always admire it

➵ your book being discussed in a book club

➵ someone gifting your book to a friend

➵ friends reading your book at the same time to enjoy it together

➵ making someone’s day by simply responding to a message/comment about your story

➵ bookstore employees playing that recommendation game, getting your genre, and immediately running to find your book from the shelf

➵ someone trying to shift to your world

➵ your character being someone’s favorite book boyfriend/girlfriend

➵ someone smiling while reading your book

➵ inspiring someone to finish their own story

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AO3 is down (again)

and people are hilarious (again)

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I feel your pain

[o-writers-woes]

❤️ Music to my ears

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Medical Emergency!!!

My roomate and I are disabled, trans, and homeless in an ultra conservative area.

We are both still sick and will likely need another drs appt and more meds. It will cost $280 for both of us to get medical care. We also need $30 to be able to take care of the hotel bill today. We also need more food for my roomate because hes gained another allergen due to disability, and now he can't eat most of the food we had for him.

His art is above, anyone who d0nat3s $50+ can dm me pet pics and get art.

$creepiecrippl

V3nm0: @tab-99

Go to paypal.me/creepiecrpple and type in the amount. Since it’s PayPal, it's easy and secure. Don’t have a PayPal account? No worries.

May 26

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It's insane that our health care system is SO BAD that these poor people have to ask strangers on Tumblr for a right they deserve.

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Diary of Tim: Part 5

Entry 6: It’s been 1 hour and 22 minutes since Brian left me here. Not sure how I knew that, there’s no clock. It feels as if that other half of my mind has reemerged and is subconsciously affecting me. 

Entry 7: Something concerning is happening to me. Important memories, ones I’ve cherished, are starting to slip away. I’m trying hard to remember, but all I can see are objects with no emotions attached to them. A camera, a tape, a hat, a hoodie. What are these things and why do they mean so much to me? I looked back in my journal and saw an unfamiliar name. Who is Brian and why did I mention him so much? Though, I can’t be sure it was me that wrote the previous entries. I don’t remember writing them.

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Ordinary Life (of a Blood Sucking Night-Crawler) - The Worst Night Ever (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/686240014-ordinary-life-of-a-blood-sucking-night-crawler-the?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=blubrry&wp_originator=vMqxaEewOrSlK4f4O3SqIClqw7A%2BrdR08Kd4jSWtuBHtMi%2BCNUG3mIxpxbfcSgpVIO%2B83m4KdT5XgM7HrQJH6mCIjEThWbuYc8Q4h%2Bxg%2BA32Vd1hQ8A4eM716sHl4IXs Aaron Van Roosen and his girlfriend, Emilia Riou. Two British teenagers travel from their home in London to attend a boarding school near the financial district of Tokyo, Japan. Verde-Trinity High School was nothing out of the ordinary. It had mix of 19th century architectural styles, a beautiful and well maintained garden of every type of flower that could possibly grow in Japan's temperate climate, and an entire night class full of students ready to suck the life out of you. Pretty typical rich kid academy, one would think. However, Aaron soon finds that there's a dark side to this facility and discovers the reason why the school is separated into Night and Day classes. How would one go about unearthing such a mystery? Only by death does one discover the truth. A lesson Aaron knows well for he is killed after unintentionally dragging himself into a blood soaked battle for vengeance. Later, Aaron awakes in one of Night Class Dorm rooms belonging to a boy named Alexandru Tepes. The boy saved his life, for better or for worse. Now, the boy must come to terms with what happened to him and the rules of this new world. Most importantly, he must pick a side. Is he human or something else?

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Diary of Tim: Part 4 (Third Person)

As Tim was writing in his pocket journal, the rusted door squeaked open. He looked up and the color drained from his face. In the doorway was a tall, fit man with neat black hair and reddish eyes, dressed in formal attire and a cloth mask that covered his mouth. Through the fabric, Tim could see a menacing smile. The man stepped into the room and pulled a chair up to the side of the bed. 

The man smiled as he met Tim’s uneasy face. “So, how’s your leg doing?” 

Tim’s eyes narrowed to slits of suspicion. “Why are you here?” His voice suggested that he recognized the man, though he wasn’t sure how. 

“I’m just here to see how you’re healing.” The man said genuinely as he reached for Tim’s wounded leg.

He moved out of reach of the man, which caused him to gasp in pain.

 “You’re not a real doctor.” Tim said those words with such conviction, but he had no idea where it was coming from. He felt like his mind was split in half and the part who was talking was the half he’d never seen before. 

The man laughed. “Perhaps, but I’m the only one in this house with medical knowledge of any kind. So, if you’d like to die in agony of an infected gunshot wound-” The man stood and turned to leave, but stopped when he heard a sigh from behind him. 

“Sit down.”

 The man nodded and started unwrapping Brian’s makeshift bandages. As the stranger tended to his wound, Tim could feel the mysterious half fade back into his subconscious. The anger, suspicion, and authority that brought with it vanished, and was replaced with anxiety and shaking hands. 

“Who are you?”

The man tilted his head in confusion, his ebony bangs falling in front of his face. “A minute ago you seemed to know and now you’ve forgotten? How many times did you hit your head?” 

“He’s not thinking straight. He just needs some time.” The two looked up to see a masked man with a yellow hoodie standing in the doorway. “2 hours and 46 minutes to be exact.”

 Tim felt somewhat at ease seeing Brian again, but that feeling diminished when you heard the cold, emotionless tone of his voice.

 “Brian?” Tim’s voice was but a whisper as the silent gaze of the mask stripped him of his confidence. 

“Until what exactly?” The formal man with the clothed smile asked.

 “Until the poison he took wears off and he’s back to his old self.” 

Tim was shocked by his description of the pills. Is this really what he thought of the medication that saved their minds, as well as lives? “Brian, those pills are meant to cure us, to fix us of whatever that asshole, Slenderman, did to our minds!” Tim said sternly. 

The man pretending to be the doctor looked over at Brian for an explanation. 

“Leave him, Smiley. He’s delusional.” The hooded man said in a dismissive tone. 

The doctor, named Smiley, redressed Tim’s wounds and walked out the door. Brian turned to leave as well.

 “Wait! Brian!” He stopped and glanced at Tim over his shoulder. 

“Rest, your mind will feel clearer soon.” Brian exited the room. The door shut and locked behind him.

[gr8writingtips]

writing tip #3454:

stop worrying about your novel being “too unrealistic” have you seen the shit that happens in real life

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Write for yourself. No, this approach is not selfish. Write for yourself because you need to fall in love with your story. You will have to edit this thing, you will have to rewrite some parts, you will have to work on it. If you don’t like it, you won’t find enough motivation to finish it. Don’t write for the market, write for yourself.

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Diary of Tim: Part 3

Entry 4: I woke up to an immediate feeling of deja vu. I was certain I never set foot in this dusty, old room. Yet, it felt like home. The only thing that was somewhat new was the sheetless mattress, pillow and thin blanket. I couldn’t tell from where I was sitting, I was in no condition to move, but I was sure the worn wooden door was locked. 

Entry 5: To my surprise, the assholes that brought me here didn’t tie me to the bed and my hands were free to write this entry. For some reason, I feel like that was intentional, like once I was there, I wouldn’t try to leave. Though I thought about escaping through the window, the piercing pain in my ankle stopped me from even attempting it. I could’ve escaped if I really wanted to. The windows were open and a light breeze flooded the moldy room. No matter how much I thought about it, my body continued to sit on the bed like an obedient child. What’s wrong with me? Why don’t I want to leave?

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Some Slight Destiel BC We Deserve It

Context: Sam and Dean meet up with Cas for a case. 

As the brothers opened the door, Dean’s emerald eyes widened as he came face to face with his favorite angel. Castiel and the police officer he was talking to turned around. Dean couldn’t help but blush a little as their eyes locked together. Cas gave him a small, soft smile, before turning to the woman in uniform. 

The officer nodded respectfully to them. “Morning detectives.” 

“Morning.” Sam responded, nodding back. “I’m detective Hines, this is detective O'Donnell.” He said, gesturing to Dean. 

“Your partner told me you’d be coming.” She looked between the two of them, but one seemed distracted. Dean was eyeing the trenchcoat-less Cas like he was some sort of rare creature. “Everything alright, detective?” 

Dean snapped out of his trance and gave the woman a polite smile. “Perfectly fine. Now, Our partner here said you had something to show us.” 

“Yes, right this way.” The woman officer led the boys to the morgue, where a corpse of a man was waiting for them. Sam and the woman strolled up to the right side of the body, while Dean and Cas stayed to the left. “Here he is, Let me know if you have anything else.” She walks out the door, leaving the three of them with the body. 

Cas began his inspection of the corpse, but stopped as he felt a hand wrap around his waist. He sighed and continued his search, but became distracted when he reached lower. The angel turned to Dean, who seemed lost in thought and was staring into the void. “Dean.” 

“Hm?” He hummed, locking eyes with him. 

“I’m trying to work.” 

Dean finally realized what he was doing and retracted his hand. “Sorry.” He mumbled. 

Cas returned to the officer with more questions, while Sam and Dean watched from afar. The taller brother smiled as he watched as Dean furrowed his brow. He clenched his fist harder as he saw the female officer giggling and giving Cas the look. His poor angel seemed completely oblivious to the girl’s advances. Dean decided to step in. 

“Hey, babe.” Cas turned around to Dean’s lips connecting with his. The angel was taken back as his man wrapped his arm around his torso. Dean then looked at the woman, who was more than a little shocked. “We got everything we needed so we’ll be heading out.” His voice was so matter-of-factly, like he wasn’t just holding on to another man in the middle of the police station. This was so rare for Dean that Cas was left speechless. The blonde man took his brunet angel by the hand and led him out the door.  

"Dean, did I do something?" He asked once outside the station.

"No." Dean gripped Cas' hand tighter, pulling his angel closer to him.

"What's up?" Sam walked right behind them. "Could you be jealous?" He teased the moose.

"Damnit, Sam. Just, shut up." Dean unlocked his car as everyone piled in. Cas sat behind Dean, placing a hand of his over the other's shoulder. Dean said nothing, but placed his hand over Cas'. He drove them all back to the hotel with music playing in the background.

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TeruxMob: 100% Top Energy >:)

“Ritsu.” The spiky-haired turned to his brother. His eyes widened a bit as he witnessed the angered expression harden on his face.

“Get those people to a hospital.” He commented harshly, gesturing to the victims they pulled from the toppelled bus.

Shigeo glared ahead of them, ebony hair whipping across his face, to the large, shapeless spirit that attacked them.

Ritsu stood and nodded, though out of sight of Shige. “Right.” He ran to aid the injured passengers. 

“I’ll help you exorcise thi-” A well dressed, blonde-haired, young man yelled from beside Shigeo. However, he was stopped by the bucket-haired boy’s hand.

“No.”

Teru was taken aback by the boy’s demanding tone. “You sure?”

Teruki wasn’t at all questioning his boyfriend’s ability to banish spirits without him. Rather, he was concerned Shigeo was not in the right mood to fight, and would end up getting hurt because of it. He knew very well that Shige was an amazing and capable esper, but he also knew firsthand that his stubbornness knew no bounds. If he decided against using his powers, there was no one who could tell him otherwise.

“I don’t want you to get hurt.” The blonde sputtered, half inside his own head. Teru realized his mistake as Shige turned to face him.

There was an intense glint in his eyes, but he softly grabbed the boy’s hand.

“Teru-chan.” Such an affectionate nickname made the blonde’s cheeks burst with shades of red.

“Y-Yes?”

“Go help Ritsu. I’ll be ok.”

Teru took another look into his dark eyes and his heart fluttered. “Fine, be careful.”

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Diary of Tim: Part 2 (Third Person)

Tim jumped as he heard a knock at the door. His heart pounded against his chest as he heard shuffling on the other side. 

“Masky, what are you doing in there?” The voice of a boy radiated from behind the wood. It was hard to tell his age from his voice alone, but he sounded confused.

 “That’s not him, Toby. Not right now.” 

Tim recognised the voice that responded to the boy apparently named Toby.

 “What the hell is that supposed to mean?” 

Before Tim could understand what was happening, the wooden door fell to the ground, revealing Brian as well as two others that looked vaguely familiar. A boy with greenish-gray hoodie and yellow goggles and a slightly older boy in a whitish jacket and a slitted smile. All three of them were covered in splatters of blood. The pale boy with dark locks smiled as he revealed a large kitchen knife from behind his back. He raced towards Tim with unnatural speed and all he could do was throw his arm up in defense. 

“Finally!” The boy laughed as the blade slashed his arm. 

“You know he doesn’t count, right? He’s just a normal human in this form.” 

He turned back to Brian. “Same body, same points. I don’t care what you think, I’m totally holding this against him.” 

Tim’s eyes widened. “Jeff…” 

Jeff smirked and raised his knife to him. “See? He recognises us. He’s awake enough to count.” 

Brian crossed his arms. “No one’s gonna be impressed that you beat up Tim when you’ve never been able to catch Masky.” 

While the two argued like children, Tim slowly made his way to the open window. Though, he stopped when he heard Brian say his name. Perhaps he wasn’t as brainwashed as he thought. Tim’s heart skipped a beat. He no longer heard Jeff and Brian’s voice behind him as he climbed out the window.  However, before he was able to jump, he was forcefully pulled back into the hotel room by his shirt collar. Tim stared up at Brian’s masked face as his face was pressed against the carpeted floor by rough hands. Toby sat on his chest with a childish smile as he held the white mask he awoke with. Tim struggled as the boy tried to press the mask against his face, but Toby was surprisingly strong and won. Tim glanced up through the mask, confusion and fear swirling through his eyes. Brian looked at his expression and his aura darkened. He grabbed a handful of his jet black hair and pulled upwards. Tim hissed as he was forced to sit mask to mask with Brian. 

“How many?” His voice deepened with anger, which was so unusual, both Jeff and Toby looked at him quizzically. Brian used his free hand to pull out his black pistol from his back pocket. 

Dread filled Tim’s chest as he saw the barrel slide into his view. “I don’t know what you’re talking about!”

 “The pills!” Brian yelled. “How many did you take?!”

 “four or five...I don’t remember…” 

Brian sighed through his mask, pocketed his handgun and stood. 

“We aren’t getting Masky back tonight, boys.” 

“Aw.” Toby huffed. “But we got a mission to do.” 

“Who cares?” Jeff interjected. “No one likes the straight ass anyway.” 

“No, Jeff. No one likes you.”

 The two man children started up another session of bickering and Tim took this as his opportunity to try and escape through the window again. Brian noticed him get up and pulled out his gun. A loud bang echoed through the night as Tim fell to the ground in agony. He looked down at his ankle, which was now gushing with blood. Brian ripped the hotel drapes with his pocket knife and wrapped around Tim’s wounded leg before picking him up from the ground. He tried to struggle, but he lost all strength from the bloodloss. He had no choice but to let Brian carry him to whatever hell he was taking him to. 

“What the hell is wrong with you people?” Tim asked weakly, but no one answered. 

The three silently marched him into the dark forest. 

As they walked further from the light of civilization, the ominous sound of drums pounded against his temples. The song triggered a fit of violent coughing as blood filled his tender throat. Tim looked up to see black tentacles slither out of the darkness somewhere in front of them. In the distance, he could see the faint outline of a very tall, slender figure. His eyes widened. “Welcome home children.” A booming voice echoed through his mind as the drums became louder. “I see Masky has yet to awaken.” The voice said in a lower tone. 

“He took the pills.” Brian said as he walked close enough to see the creature in full detail.

 As Tim laid his eyes upon the expressionless, pale face, the drums were replaced with a sickening static and the edges of his vision blurred and faded. His coughing fit was back, this time even more extreme. Tim quickly slipped into unconsciousness. 

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TeruxMob: Another One

The blonde-haired teenager laid his back against the bed. Adjacent to him was a half asleep boy with unkempt, raven locks. His dark orbs blinked open as his boyfriend rolled over to face him. He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes before looking up at him. “Sorry to wake you.” The blonde whispered. “It’s fine.” Shigeo replied with a yawn. “Why were you up so late?” Teru gave him a comforting grin. “Just had some stuff to take care of. Nothing interesting.” Mob glanced at the bruise on the boy’s cheek. “How’d you get hurt?” He asked, rubbing his thumb over the wound, causing Teru to blush. “Lost a battle with a tree branch on my way to school. Don’t worry about it” The blonde smirked and moved his hand to play with Shige’s symmetrical bangs. “I’m sure I’ve said this before, but you’re adorable when you’re tired.” Teru brushed his fingers through the tangled strands. “And look at this hair. Even with a bedhead, you’re as cute as ever.”  

The ebony-haired boy flushed with red as he hid his head under the covers. Shigeo was so flustered that various objects in the room floated in the air. Teruki giggled and gently pulled the covers from the boy’s face. Mob’s cheeks were a bright ruby and his eyes were shut tight. Teru could feel his heart thump against his chest as he leaned in and pecked the boy on the lips. 

A small squeak escaped Shigeo’s mouth as he exhaled all the air in his chest. The boy pulled away, his cheeks were somehow even more red than they were before. His blonde partner chuckled when he noticed Mob had shut his eyes. Over the years of knowing Shige, Teru was able to pick up on his many emotional triggers, as well as any physical mannerisms. One of his most common habits was closing his eyes whenever he became too flustered. 

Teru gently wrapped his fingers around his helmet-haired partner’s clammy hands. His touch seemed to overwhelm Shigeo as his body floated off the bed and into the air. The blonde held on firmly to keep him from hitting the ceiling. “Shige,” he spoke with a soft, amused voice. “You’re flying again.” As soon as Mob opened his eyes, he fell back towards the tatami mat. Teruki used his own powers to slow the boy’s descent until he was safely in his arms. “Sorry.” His boyfriend breathed into his chest. “No need to apologize. It’s my fault for overwhelming you.” The raven-haired boy moved his head, grasping Teru’s hand with his own. “...I liked it.” Shigeo stated blandly before shutting his eyes again. Teruki smiled. “Good.”

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Diary of Tim: Part 1

Entry 1: Date unknown. I woke up in an unfamiliar forest. I guess it was Rosswood, though I couldn’t be sure. As always, I awoke with the same mask strapped around my face, with no memory of what happened or where I was. As I stumbled into the light of the parking lot, I came upon my vacant truck. I saw weeds had grown around the slightly deflated tires. How long have I been gone? I have to get away from here. 

Entry 2:  Same night. The first thing I did was down my pills and rent a room for the night as I got my bearings. The lady at the front desk was nice enough to tell me it was June 26th, a whole 4 months since my last memory. I would check the tape for more information, but Jay’s camera seems to be missing. 

Entry 3: Slender man hasn’t given me a break. Not sure how I know the entity’s name, I didn’t before. He started following me from the forest and hasn’t shown any sign of stopping. He’s not the only one. With the intense feeling that I was being watched, I slid back the drapes and saw three figures staring back at me from the distant woodline. I didn’t recognize the other two at first, but the one in the middle was definitely familiar. He wore a yellow hoodie and a frowning mask as he held Jay's camera up to his face. My blood ran cold as I saw him. Brian? Is that you?

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TeruxMob

Teru’s arctic blue eyes lit up as he awed Shigeo’s radiating innocence.  His partner held his full attention in the worn pages in his hands. However, he seemed to sense that he was getting gawked at as their eyes met.

“Something wrong?” The helmeted-haired boy asked, tilting his head.

The blonde smirked. “Not at all.”

Teru blushed at the blank confusion in Shige’s orbs. He then glanced to his soft lips. Before either of them could comprehend what was happening, Teruki leaned in. As he pulled back, he noticed the ebony-haired boy hid his beet red face in his hands. The blonde couldn’t help but giggle at how flustered he became. Shigeo moved his fingers just enough glare at his boyfriend.

“You shouldn’t do that in public.” He said with soft embarrassment.

“Sorry, won’t happen again.” Teru promised, but he held his sly smile.