OneAMYak

AO3 Fanfic author

[one-am-yak]

My brain: I want to be a baker. I want to fly planes. I want to learn coding. I WANT TO JOIN THE ARMY. I WANT TO GET INTO STEM. I WANT TO DO THE SCIENCE. I WANT TO DRIVE A TRUCK. I WANT ALL THE SKILLS. I WANT TO BE A CHEF. I WANT - I WANT EVERYTHING I CAN GET MY HANDS ON.

My body: But, could we like, just focus on eating three meals a day? Can we stop for water? Please?

My Brain: I'M YARNING FOR LEARNING!

[one-am-yak]

"One thing I noticed with books - they never seem to describe someone's outfit, unless it was a special occasion or lover/enemy. But, for example, the best friend, they never have a described outfit. It's weird. It's nice though. Just think, if you were in a book, you'd probably be naked, or very close to it, and it not be described. Unless you're the enemy. Which case, dress like a boss. "

~ One AM Yak

[one-am-yak]

The only people who aren't some form of asexual are pansexual.

[one-am-yak]

"Why do people try so hard to be inhuman? Be skinny. Be nice all the time, be happy all the time. Have perfect hair. Have a perfect face. That's not really possible for a human. And when someone does something else that's not classed as ‘human’, like not following the crowd or not caring about their looks or other people's looks, they're cast out. They're told that they're not allowed to be with the rest of us, who are striving for the impossible (for things that aren't close to being human). Those who say that being inhuman is bad, while trying to be as inhuman as possible. Fuck! It frustrates me, because as much as I know, I can never be human in the same way as others, yet, I'm so content with being human in the ways they are not. "

~One AM Yak

[one-am-yak]

Blood or ink?

"Excellent, now how would you like to sign?" the imposing male figure asks, looking down at me through his glasses.

I give him a questioning look. "What to you mean?"

"Are we use blood or ink?" he asks, still looking at me with pricing eyes.

I gulp, "Ink." I murmur, no longer meeting his eyes.

He smiles slightly, "Alright. Now, what are you willing to give?" he asks.

I breathe out. Meetings always go like this.

"I'm willing to give my first born girl and the two animals of my home." I state, slightly looking up. "Of the new life."

He looks at me and gives a broad, encouraging smile. "Alright, sign your name on the dotted line."

He roles out the parchment to me. With a deep breathe, I start to sign my name.

Be careful. They warned. You never know with him.

It's always dangerous to make a deal with the devil.

(writing prompt, aka a story I'll never write.)

[one-am-yak]

Writing is one soul making many more.

me