ReddSquirrel

she/her + adult; retrying Tumblr after burning myself out of it years ago; anywaysifixedit is my ao3 (+ my old acc)

[reddsquirrelms]

Hi! I'm Redd! (That's not my real name, for the record, so honestly feel free to call me whatever you like.)

I'm an aspiring writer who mainly writes (fan)fiction, but I'm starting to branch out a bit into nonfic and poetry as well. My Ao3 is anywaysifixedit if you want to check that out. My writing is probably what I will post the most on here (search for tags like #redd's writing if you're having trouble finding it). :3

I am active mostly in mcyt fandoms right now, and my current top fav creators/characters are ZombieCleo, PearlescentMoon, Cherrifire, and Cambam010 (not in any particular order, and I'm leaving out a lot).

Questions? Feel free to ask! Tags under the cut :3

redd's writing - my writing ofc (mostly finished pieces/excerpts)

Okay so!! Tags so far!!

redd's poetry - poetry I wrote :3

redd just yaps - any unstructured yapping, could be hcs or fic planning and the like

anywaysifixedit - that's my ao3 user! I tag posts with it if they relate to something I currently have posted or will post soon

[reddsquirrelms]

The Fourth

Flinching down,

Making myself smaller,

But the noise will reach

No matter how little I am.

I whine. Pathetic

They comfort me

There is nothing they can do to stop it

And then they light their own.

They do not scare me,

But I lie awake.

I had forgotten how the house shakes,

How hard it makes sleeping.

It's hard to recover.

They want me to,

But I don't want them to think

That it's something I can turn off

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Got to go to a Crane Wives concert and I brought my sister+girlfriend, was very fun except now I don't have a sister anymore :/

She was worried that she was too much of a larper because she wasn't as familiar with their music but she ended up BEING HANDED THE SETLIST and won't give it to me </3

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It's more often than one might think

That I see a little mouse scurry across the street,

Keeping her path straight and feet quick,

Head unmoving, sights set on the safety of the other side

Except it's never really a little mouse:

It's a leaf, brown and curled and crunchy,

Skittering in the wind, scratching across concrete

And I have to look at things differently.

First comes the disappointment,

Because I would very much like to see a little mouse.

It is not often you see a small creature

Living under sunlight in this maze of asphalt.

But then comes some relief:

Thank God that wasn't a little mouse!

Or else I'd spend every second watching her,

Worried she might be crushed under someone's wheel.

That is how a lot of life goes, I think.

You spend a moment wondering, what if

What if there was a little mouse?

What if there was a bit more in the world that you would like to see?

But no, you correct yourself, and thank goodness.

That would never work; it is far too dangerous

I would like to see that, but I'm glad I don't,

Because there are too many crushing wheels to fail to avoid.

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I took an intro to screenwriting course last semester and was surprised by how much I learned about writing, and then I found out that there was a book that's all about applying a popular screenwriting method to writing, and my local library had it, and I think this is like exactly what I've been looking for

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I have a love/hate relationship with my fandom ocs' origin stories because half the time they are fanchildren of gay ships and I have two options: adoption, or Something Else

And it's weird trying to explain my ocs "births" like oh yeah this one came from an egg. They just found her like that yeah. And she turned into a human child somehow. And her dads never got married but they adopted her together anyways yeah.

Oh that one? In the corner? Yeah she just. Started existing. Magic. No yeah it was crazy her dads freaked. They were just going about their days and suddenly there was a baby. And it was theirs. Yeah I don't like it either that's okay let's move on.

Here look this one was actually birthed by her mother! Her other parent does not exist within that universe though, no. They had sex in another world and the pregnancy carried over to this one. Obviously.

Yeah I really like omegaverse aus how could you tell

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I have this one au I like writing for except it's wildly different every time I start a wip that supposedly takes place in it. So far, zombies, ghosts, and the omegaverse are all canon but not always and not all at the same time. And it's a band au but I killed half the band. And half the background characters are electricians but the main characters worked at a pottery place. And it's a high school au but everyone is a teacher. And everyone is doomed except for that one guy died and his two exes bonded over it and lived happily ever after together.

[reddsquirrelms]

Finished a long-term wip and I'm glad but like,,, what do I even work on now? My other wips??? Don't be silly

[pinklemxnade]

Some Clepearl, for the soul. 🌕🦴

Inspired by this fic I read by @anywaysifixedit (I really hope this is you otherwise I just pinged a random person :') )

(Progress pics under cut!!!! :3 )

[anywaysifixedit]

Oh my goodness I love this!!!!

(You tagged the right person btw lol)

[reddsquirrelms]

I like posting anonymous fics, but not always in an "I am ashamed" way. Half the time there's something in the notes that connects it to me anyways, bc hell yeah I'll post smut!!... I just don't want that one irl to get the email notification

I don't even care if they find it in the wild because if they do that's on them. Oh you found my horny fic? With all the horny tags? And you recognized me only after you clicked on it? Then I guess we have more in common than we thought :)

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Job interview commonly asked questions. Who am I. How do I smile. What is my greatest weakness. How do I say I'm bad but in a good way. How do I have a personality but not too much of a personality no glue no borax no lobotomy 2pm gone wrong,,, gone right?? Maybe.

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I cleaned my room for the first time in like, forever, and I am so so grateful for my girlfriend helping me bc I genuinely don't know if I could have done any of this alone

If you have a messy room and you feel stuck with it, maybe this is your sign to ask someone who you trust for help :3 even just having a second person in the room helped to knock me out of my usual mindset of "I can't possibly throw *this* (a torn sock, a scrap of paper, etc) away, it has memories!!"

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Working on a third life au fic rn and it is so fun. I definitely am not avoiding it.

I'm happy with what I've written so far, but I intentionally planned the plot of the second half to challenge me as a writer so I could get more experience writing romance plots, and, completely unexpectedly, it is challenging me!!

I'm currently torn between 1) complicating the plot by adding more characters + establishing the familial lore and 2) keeping it as straightforward as possible so I don't burn out

I'm also struggling with this one scene and instead of locking in I decided to watch 50 First Dates. It kinda helped. But now I know I gotta lock in.

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"Love is Hate:" Misheard

I misheard those lyrics for a long time

"Comedy and tragedy are in your blood"

The real lyrics make more sense,

But I still like my version better

You are comedy:

For Shakespeare, it ends in marriage

That's all it requires

So many before you have been wed, or loved some other way

They forged the path that leads to you

You are the product of comedy

It is in your blood

My sister and I share blood and ears

We heard this song, live, in the very same room, the very same night,

Just two balconies apart

I on a stool, she in the front row,

Both misheard the lyrics the very same way

For months, we went without correction

Until one of us read the real lyrics and I had to break the news to her

It was kind of funny.

You are tragedy:

For Shakespeare, it ends in death

No matter how happy someone is, death

How many came before you and are now no more?

How many were gone before your first breath?

You are destined for tragedy

It is in your blood

My sister and I share blood and blood

We have both tried to spill it

I was never the right person to be there for her

I wish I could have been wiser then,

But maybe I was never supposed to be

Maybe I am just supposed to watch as she grows up and smile

Because she never became the tragedy we both tried to be

We aren’t there yet.

Comedy and tragedy are in your blood.

You are a legacy of love and death

You are a new creature with parts borrowed

You will experience everything: good and bad and funny and tragic

It is in your blood

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Bubble Girl

I carried you out in your bubble

Set you on the soft summer grass

And let you greet the neighbor boy

To smell his soft ginger hair

You cannot touch what isn't inside.

Holes in the bubble are few

And hard to poke out of.

The sun is warm on the cold plastic shell

You really do love your bubble;

You'll settle in even if it isn't the time

It's safe in there, from jumping dogs,

Grabbing hands; from noise, air.

I'm sorry to have tainted it.

I carried you with it to that place

Where girls like you will not be born

Or die. You will not die here, not today

Today you will only be seen

Your bubble is meant to take you outside

But we are inside, waiting, waiting,

Waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting

Forever will pass in just a little while

It's cold in here; there is so much here.

You circle in your bubble, wondering

Poking out the holes, reaching to me

Tall windows let in white early-winter light

The air is frozen in place,

Unless a door swings open from this side or that

A zipper is drawn slowly down,

Then just as carefully back up

You are terrified, with good reason

You don't know what is wrong with you

It is not your fault, you know

We did not mean to scare you so badly

Back at home, you sit, better now

Your bubble hidden away in a closet

It hasn't been used in some time

I don't know if you realize that