Maybe youâre interested in knowing this information for yourself? Or maybe youâre a writer? You might have a character that is stranded on an island, wilderness or anywhere else and they need to survive using their mind, and the things around them. If not...
Maybe you are one of those people that like to be prepare? Or maybe youâre writing about a character that is in a survival situation? Or youâre writing about a character that is from the olden days? For whatever reason youâre here, itâs is obvious that youâre interested in...
i want to open a book store that is 24 hours and people can finally go out at like 2am and be like âi just finished the first book in the series i need the next one statâ or if people are just having a stressful night and want to be surrounded by books
A week to celebrate through varying mediums the wonderfully complex and angst filled relationship between Tyrion Lannister and Sansa Stark. Or in the words of Sophie Turner: The Brangelina of Westeros.
Dates: Sunday September 28 - Saturday October 4th
Prompts:
Sunday, Sept 28: Beginning
Monday, Sept 29: Touch
Tuesday, Sept 30: Colour
Wednesday, Oct 1: AU/Crossover*
Thursday, Oct 2: Trust
Friday, Oct 3: Season
Saturday, Oct 4: Family
These are the prompts for the week. If you have any questions regarding prompts or mediums or, really, any at all, please message us here! (or you can message either me (thatlovelylydia) or Demelza (essentialasair).
I hope you guys are as excited for this as we are! :)
(Thanks to Dem for the official banner above!)
*Most prompts are going to lend themselves to an AU depiction of our couple, especially if it takes place in the future of Westeros. This AU is more for modern renditions or placing Sanrion in other stories (ex.: a fairy tale (Beauty and the Beast), Pacific Rim, soap opera, etc.)
When you yell âpuppy!!!!â At an old doge and they wag their tail and get all happy like âyes I am still a little doge thank you for noticing! !â
So, let me guessâ you just started a new book, right? And youâre stumped. You have no idea how much an AK47 goes for nowadays. I get ya, cousin. Tough world we live in. A writerâs gotta know, but them NSA hounds are after ya 24/7. I know, cousin, I know. If there was only a way to find out all of this rather edgy information without getting yourself in troubleâŠ
Youâre in luck, cousin. I have just the thing for ya.
Itâs called Havocscope. Itâs got information and prices for all sorts of edgy information. Ever wondered how much cocaine costs by the gram, or how much a kidney sells for, or (worst of all) how much it costs to hire an assassin?
I got your back, cousin. Just head over to Havocscope.
((PS: In case youâre wondering, Havocscope is a database full of information regarding the criminal underworld. The information you will find there has been taken from newspapers and police reports. Itâs perfectly legal, no need to worry about the NSA hounds, cousin ;p))
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So, I've pretty much fallen off the face of the planet for last 6-9 months, part of this is due to my job being an absolutely bitch - this is truly 85-90% of it... Another part of it is the dude in my life, code named Lieutenant Hot Body, I hate to think I'm one of those girls that gets so wrapped up in a relationship that he consumes such a large part of her life that she loses focus on other things...
But dude...my dude writes fanfiction! It's RL fanfiction/porn and not only does he write it...he might actually write it better than I do.Â
He is not the dude you'd expect this from (cliche / unfair stereotype I know). I discovered this when he was out of town on a business trip a couple weeks ago and I told him that I had had a very vivid dream about him, pineapple juice and his hotel room... He asked me to describe it, to write it out for him.
So I did. After he read it, he loved it...and I got a text from him (there was a three hour time difference, I should have been sleeping) saying he had been watching Vikings for the first time and he was really digging corsets.
He then wrote a whole scene in historical context... It's snow balled from there.
It's so weird because it's added this whole new layer to our relationship. If we want to try something new, we express it from a story point of view... We learn about each other and things we like but might not always express, or know how to.
It's kind of awesome. We've got something like 15 stories going, the longest of which is 10,000+ words... And they cover all kinds of things from the sweet and romantic to the angry sex.
It's true that you can see he struggles writing some romantic scenes and historical is not his strong suite...at all lol, but lord... This is new for me and I am totally loving every single minute...and word of it...
Has anyone else found this with someone? Pros / cons? Has it helped, hindered anything? ....so curious and had to share, it makes me kind of want to burst :-)Â
I hope you guys donât mind that Iâm not tagging all the fandoms in this one; Iâm laughing too hard at the last one to scroll up and down repeatedly.
So, I've pretty much been dead to Tumblr the last few months... It's just been one non-stop crazy freaky rollercoast since Halloween... But, I finally actually starting writing some Rumbelle!! AND it has been for Burn the Kingdom Down, something I've been neglecting for eons... So, in the nature of unmerited enthusiasm... I share with you the start of what I've been working on! :-)
Burn the Kingdom Down
Chapter 9:
They rode in silence and swifter than they normally would on horseback - the Pegasus blood was handy for speedy travel, they were hours from their destination. King George would be anxiously awaiting him, he knew. Rumplestiltskin was loathing the impending meeting. There was anger and revenge singing in his blood, he did not feel inclined to be the persuasive, manipulative being that he knew he needed to be to sway the course of the coming events.
Good King George would need little kneading, he required an heir, Rumplestiltskin could provide that. That the boy-man was a sheep herder currently, a peasant, would not bode well with the King, but Rumplestiltskin quite actually liked that. The twin would be the one that would need most his wile.
He should be taking great pleasure in his plan unfolding so beautifully, he should be mentally clapping his hands and gloating, but he wasnât. He was looking at all that he had a created, all that he would create and he felt tired.
The end game was more than worth it, it wasnât that he was having a change of heart, or change of mind, as he was rather sure he had no heart any more, not truly, it was just that there was still so much to do and it was being to wear thin. He no longer tasted for the sheer brilliance of the game, for the creeping in shadows and weaving threads in the curtained hall, nay, he wanted to take Hades into the bowels of the Queenâs Kingdom and light the world on fire, burn down the rags of her hold purging it of itâs owner.
âYouâre no knight though my boy...you never were...youâre nay the pawn, nor king...youâre the puppet master. Youâre the game creator. You are meant to create the beast so another may slay it. You are the necessary evil, not the hero. ...Never forget that...â he glowered, burrowing into the recesses of his mind, becoming languid in his thoughts as he absently, but deftly steered Hades on their path.
Rumplestiltskin suddenly dug his heels into Hades and spurned him faster toward their fate. He was ready to quicken the blood, burn it down.
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Rumplestiltskin was not usually a man to hesitate yet, at the thought of leaving Belle unsupervised while he made audience with King George, he paused.
âYouâre being ridiculous. Iâve got Needle, and youâve left Hades with me, and no one is going to mess with Hades and meâŠâ Belle argued when she saw the strange, stressed, pinched look on her raggedy wizard.
Rumplestiltskin raised an eyebrow at that, he looked unmoved. He folded his arms.
âDonât look at me like that. Iâm not as feeble as all that!â she challenged, hands on her hips.
Rumplestiltskin scowled and made a low noise in the back of his throat.
Belle returned in kind, though herâs was decidedly less threatening.
âFine. But, you will wear this,â he pulled from a hidden vest pocket a small, gold, unassuming looking gold ring, holding it out to her.
She eyed skeptically, âWhat does it do?â She folded her arms making it clear she would not accept it until he explained.
âIt will render you invisible, not without mass...you can still be touched, but not seen. It is harmless in short spurtsâŠâ
That caused both of Belleâs eyebrows to raise in suspicion âShort spurts?â she was utterly unpersuaded.
Rumplestiltskin fought to not roll his eyes, âProlonged wearing may give the wearer a tendency toward an evil nature and propensity for violenceâŠâ he spoke quickly, so quickly Belle almost didnât understand him.
âWhat?â she exclaimed, eyes wide, âEvil? You want me to wear something that could make me evil?â she was more incredulous than angry.
âIt only happens if you wear it continuously for days at a time!â Rumplestiltskin waved his fingers in a nonchalant, dismissive manner.
âWhere did you even come into possession of such a thing?â Belle found her self rather curious despite herself. She thought she detected a faint pinkening of Rumplestiltskinâs cheeks, âDo I want to know?â she added as an almost after thought.
âHalfling, over yon just a bit. Trade him for some bread while his partner was asleepâŠâ
Belleâs ever demonstrative eyebrow arched further toward her hairline, âWhy does that sound terribly questionable?â
Rumplestiltskin frowned, running his tongue over his teeth then swallowing hard in apparent distaste over the words that were forming on his tongue, âBecause my dear youâre entirely too suspicious!â He twirled a finger at her in one of his entertaining hand flourishes, she rolled her eyes.
âFine. I will wear the ring, I trust you Rumplestiltskin.â
She said the words with no mocking, only honest trust which made Rumplestiltskinâs features soften, âThank you. Perhaps weâll go over a bit more self defense when Iâve completed my errandâŠâ
Belle beamed, âI would like that,â and accepted Rumplestiltskinâs proffered ring.
A small smile tugged at Rumplestiltskinâs mouth. Â
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...yes, the nod at the Ring was intentional, not meant to 'rip off' Lord of the Rings lol, for those that might remember, I've made something of thing of dropping large nerdy nods throughout this story :-)
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