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Where have I been? Taking a nice, long, LONG well deserved break due to: Migraines, decompressing from NaNoWirMo, adjusting to my new job (now working from home), ....being shut in due to a Pandemic (I’m an Introvert so this didn’t really bother me BUT THE LACK OF PEOPLE WEARING MASKS DOES.), fighting for social justice (arrest the people who killed Breonna Taylor, goddamit!), and trying to find the will to look at my word processor while figuring out what I’m going to do from now on between Tumblr, Pillowfort, Twitter, and Fanexus when it gets here.
I also technically never left? My reblogs have been hella sporadic but I have been liking things and chatting with people here. This Tumblr isn’t going away and I always keep a tab open for Tumblr when I’m at my computer and I have the app on my phone. So, I didn’t leave leave it’s just that my Pokeball was in storage? Uh, yeah, that. >_> ❤
How am I doing now? I’ll be honest - not so great between most of the things mentioned above but the beat goes on~ How are you doing, dears? ❤
What is the future looking like for your Tumblr? That’s a wonderful question. I’m so glad you asked that. I will still be around, slowly getting back into making more of a presence. I’ll reblog things I like/boost friends/etc as I’ve always done when I feel I can handle being here.
I’ve been WAY more vocal and active on Twitter this entire time trying to figure out where I should take things and what I should do. I don’t want to not have a way to chat with the friends I’ve made here so this stays.
My future writing I decided to move to Pillowfort since it gains around the same amount of traction it did here. I will continue to post on AO3 also. Unfinished projects that I have here will be put up before I start migrating. Once Fanexus is up I will split my work between Pillowfort, Fanexus, and there. Twitter factors into promotions. I have grown rather fond of it for promotions. I’ve also grown rather fond of it for the potential work opportunities it has afforded me in the Writing World. ^.^
And that’s it! That’s where I’ve been, where I am, and where I’m heading. Is this all going to be set in stone? Nope! But we’ll see where things go from here. Please take care of yourselves. You’re the only one of you we have. I hope you’re all doing well. ❤
Oh and in case anyone is wondering why I chose that as the header? @solverne-02 and G were their absolutely delightful selves and sent me one of the best things I’ve gotten all year. And with that? I will leave you with an image of my new roommate.
Tagging @possible-eldritch-entity and @savvylittleminx for encouraging my bad habits for creating too many AUs!
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Taren belongs to Endellyon and Delmi belongs to Minx!
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“Stay away from those woods. They say a demon lives there.”
“The old mansion that belonged to a noble family? Nah, I heard a pack of feral beasts moved in there.”
“Surely some of those must be true, because people from the village go missing all the time. Elderly, sick…sometimes even the children.”
“Feral beasts? A demon?” A man took a long drag from a cigar and blew the smoke uncaringly directly in front of him and into the face of the person he was speaking with. “Please. Where did you hear that one? You need more reliable sources.”
Rienmar inhaled deeply, but silently, once the smoke cleared. He’d dealt with plenty of people like this before, but it didn’t make it any less annoying. “I trust that you have more of these reliable sources, then?”
The man scoffed. “’Course I do. One of my close pals went around those woods and he saw and heard things… All sorts of things.”
Looking unimpressed, Rienmar merely waited for the man to continue.
“A thick fog tends to hang around that forest. He went in for some hunting. After some time in there, he heard a scream. A human scream. He went towards the source, thinking maybe that someone had gotten hurt from a trap or something. When he found footprints, he followed them. But as he closed in, he saw a human figure walking through the fog.”
He paused to take another drag. He stared at the smoke and Rienmar began to wonder if he was going for some dramatic effect where his smoke was supposed to represent the fog. Just as he was about to make a comment, the man continued.
“He was about to call out to them, but with a blurring motion, the person was gone. He looked around and saw no trace of them, so he kept moving forward. Then he tripped…over a body. A man was on the ground…his throat ripped out, body all but drained of blood.” The man cast a sharp look at Rienmar. “That can only mean one thing: a vampire.”
Glad your requests are open again! Could I get some Astarion with an s/o that is into biting?
Ask and ye shall receive!
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The grass is dulled with the first touches of winter. It’s only a week into the lifeless season, yet the temperatures have taken a nose dive. Which is why you count your blessings now, staring up at the grey skies, back nestled against the dying foliage.
It’s going to snow, soon. The eerie swarm of clouds that hangs above the forest tells you as much, but you remain where you are, taking comfort in knowing shelter is only a few steps away.
It would be a shame to move when Astarion is seated right next to you, having plopped himself down of his own accord. You like to think it’s significant progress, given the open disdain he didn’t hesitate to show you during the first days of your travels.
He’s been rattling on about the last battle you found yourselves in, complaining at the sudden change in weather, and theorizing the parasite that’s nestled snuggly within your brains. Just jumping from one topic to the next as though he’s been bottling all these thoughts up, waiting to dump them on the first person he can trust to listen.
You have to wonder if you’re the closest person to him among your little group. Does he seek you out more than he seeks the others, or are you just imagining it? Just hoping for it?
You wrinkle your nose and try not to think about it, feel a flush of relief when he at last quiets.
Not that you ever want him to stop speaking, not with that velvety voice of his. But you try to keep your thoughts distinctly away from your looming, seemingly inevitable fate. You try to preserve and fan the flames of your hope.
“Do you… have you ever gotten tired of it, yet?” you ask him, staring up at the harsh, grey skies. Winter’s bitter tinge has long crept across your skin and hooked its claws into your bones, even through your thick sleeves. “All of the traveling? And relying on our companions?
Astarion gives a small huff. His gaze remains stuck on the forest that stands on the other side of the brook. Its branches have been picked clean by the changing seasons. He’s thinking, you realize, about his next meal. About the next forest creature he will descend upon with teeth and daggers, about the next unsuspecting morsel he’ll prey upon.
The thought makes you swallow. Not out out fear, but something distinctly different. A warm, gooey feeling you don’t want to think about.
“Please. This is the freest I’ve been in the last two hundred years. I will gladly take the wretched swamps and mile long treks over Cazador’s dingy dungeons. Any day. In a heartbeat—someone else’s, of course, given the state of mine.”
His gaze sweeps from the cluttered horizon to sweep up and down your lounged body, lingering on the swell of your hips, the round of your chest. He studies with an open fascination that makes you want to curl up and away from him. It’s a keen intrigue, something deep-seated and predatory. Even after traveling with him for two weeks, you’re still defenseless against his low, crooning voice and hooded, sultry gazes.
“Mm,” you hum in acknowledgement, because you’re not sure what else to say to that.
“As for our merry little band of miscreants… you depend on me as much as I depend on you. It’s an even trade, as far as I’m concerned,” he waves off your concerns with little to no concern, bringing a knee to his chest whilst the other leg remains stretched out in front of him. “And if you’re worried about my personal opinion on you all as individuals... well, let’s just say I have my favorites.”
“And where do I fall on your list?” you can’t help but ask, genuinely curious rather than teasing. You can see your breath in the air, your words coming out as a frosty plume. They come out without thinking, and for a brief moment you nearly panic. Heat rises to your cheeks as you struggle for the words to walk it back.
“Oh, you? Well, you’re my favorite,” he replies with smooth ease, his voice dipping down to a sultry purr. The grass shifts and crunches underneath him as he shifts to lean over you, fixing you with a wry smile. All too soon, you’re reminded of a few nights ago, him hunched over your neck, eyes alight like a predator’s. The now nearly faded marks on your throb with the memory. His handsome profile, lit softly by firelight.
“Really?”
“Of course. No one else in our merry little band has offered themselves up on a silver platter. I’m quite sure they would balk at the idea of feeding a vampire. I can think of a few who would come at me with a stake as soon as I revealed my true nature,” he sighs languidly, a hand reaching down to cup your cheek. His palm is cold against your skin, but your breath hitches and you shut your eyes, allowing him to nudge your face to the side, revealing the stretch of your neck to him. “So pliant, too. Though I would prefer to think this aspect of your personality is reserved for me and me alone.”
“Well, I’m not going to roll over for just anyone,” you assure him with a roll of your eyes. There’s no bite in your voice, but you feel a roll of warm anticipation hit your gut when he fixes you with a keen gaze.
“Consider me flattered. And most grateful. Might I encroach upon your kindness just a tad more this afternoon?” His eyes are hooded, his smile widening because he knows you’ll agree. You exhale shakily.
“Go ahead,” you shut your eyes, brace yourself for the hook of his teeth into your waiting flesh.
“You are a delight,” he flatters shamelessly. His breath brushes against your skin, prompting goosebumps to raise along your arms. Your heart thump, thump, thumps against your ribs like a bird’s wings against the bars of its gilded cage.
He can hear it, his eyelids lowering, smile widening as he ghosts lips across your neck. He explores slowly, drifting slow kisses from the crook of your shoulder to the curve of your jaw. Each osculation is more tender than the last, but you still sigh and shudder, shutting your eyes because you cannot bear to see his smug expression.
As cool as his skin is, it’s still warmer than the wintry air that surrounds you. One of your hands tentatively rests on his shoulder, the other rests at your side. He’s incorrigibly good with both hands and lips, fingers of his unoccupied hand giving your right breast a faint squeeze, earning a surprised splutter.
You don’t realize your flustered expression has tinged with fear until he begins to croon at you.
“Shh, shh. It’s alright, darling,” he soothes, and voice curling with mock sympathy. “You’re doing so well, so good for me.”
Oh, fuck. That only makes it worse. Your cunt throbs, your clothes suddenly feeling too thick, too heavy. The mere anticipation of the bite is enough to make you wet, panties sticking to the plush give of your folds. The renewed shame of it mixes with heady arousal, creating a cocktail of sensations that leaves you squirming underneath him before he’s even taken a bite.
“You know, I’m beginning to think these little whines and trembles of your are from more than just trepidation. Am I correct in that assumption?” Goddamn him and his blabbering mouth. Your eyes snap open to fix him with a glare, but he only smiles wider.
All you can do is concentrate on keeping breathing even as the very tips of his fangs drag over your skin. Each tender kiss and caress feels like it stretches beyond the span of mere moments, slipping into minutes and maybe hours. Your palms sweat, your eyes stare up at the dulled sky.
Slowly, he journeys from the line of your jaw to the middle of your neck. Once, twice, three times he grazes his sharp fangs over the same spot. Your fingers curl tight into the fabric of his jacket, thighs pressing together—
He bites. Your fingers twitch and your grip tightens, helplessly curled in the fabric of his stupid fancy shirt. The sheer cold of his fangs presses deep into the flesh of your throat, his efforts rewarded with a gush of fresh, sweet blood. This is the part you like the most, you think. The rush of the ambrosia connects the two of you in a way you’ve never experienced with another person before. He drinks deep, enjoys your very being, your very essence—
If you were less drunk off the pleasure of being torn into so intimately, perhaps you’d wonder if this is the only reason why he claims to enjoy your company so much.
But a second squeeze to your breast robs you of that coherency. Black spots are already beginning to swim at the edges of your vision, consciousness growing hazy as he continues to indulge, gorging himself on you entirely.
“Astarion,” you find it in yourself to rasp, feebly tugging on his shirt as you feel yourself beginning to drift away, into an inky, vast blankness. You’re not sure if he’s going to stop, you realize, but what frightens you more is that you don’t entirely mind.
The thought is shoved to the very recesses of your mind as he blessedly pulls away with a gasp. His lips are stained red, and your gaze glues to his tongue as it peeks out and swipes over them. Slowly. As though he’s savoring your flavor as much as he can before he gulps the final droplets down.
“Delectable,” he sighs, hair tousled, pupils dilated. “Are you alright, darling?”
“Feel a little funny. Nothing a snack and a nap can’t fix,” you mumble. Your arms feel like jelly as you press them to the frosted earth, feebly attempting to lift yourself off the ground.
“Ah, ah. There’s no need to push yourself,” he tuts, pushing himself to his feet with nimble ease. A stray beam of sun dips through the clouds. It casts his hair and pale skin in a light most vibrant. Looking up at him like this allows you to admire the strong cut of his jaw, the fine arch of his nose. You’re so dazed by both fatigue and his beauty that you almost forget to take the hand he offers you.
You take it. His fingers are cold, but warmer than the chilled air around you. A harsh contrast to the warm, near fervent gaze he fixes on you as you stand beside him.
As you might of noticed, I’ve had serious issues with my laptop lately, and honestly it’s frustrated me to tears multiple times. It’s been on its way out for a long time, we all know that, and whilst I really didn’t want to do it, I think I finally need to just make this post.
First let me say that you are by no means obligated to donate to me. I am not withholding my usual content from you, nor am I saying that you have to support me in this way. Even once this laptop gives out completely, I will still try and find a way to get my writing done and ready for you all, it’s just going to be much harder to do so.
That being said, if you could donate even $1 I would be incredibly grateful. Even if only half of you did so, I would be able to purchase the laptop I need.
Please don’t donate if it’s going to put you in a bad position, but if it isn’t, then please consider it.
I don’t like asking this, and you’re more than welcome to simply ignore this message and carry on, or even block the tag #motherfuckingdonations if you don’t want to see this post, or posts like it in the future, because I am going to have to start reblogging this semi regularly until I get what I need. I apologise for that in advance.
For the last two years or so, @write-it-motherfuckers has been creating some of the most interesting & unique writing prompts on tumblr. The amount and quality of content that this blog has produced in such a short time is, frankly, stunning. In addition to its 1374 #original prompts, it also has an extraordinarily high level of engagement with its audience. The mod has an extensive history of responding to nearly every substantive interaction with their work, despite receiving literally thousands of notifications daily.
They have also been struggling with severe laptop issues for the last 4 months. These have made it increasingly difficult for them to continue running this blog, so they set up a Ko-Fi for getting a new one. In characteristic WIM style, they’ve been very transparent with us this entire time, answering basically any question you might have. (Examples from their #faq tag: Why Ko-Fi and not Patreon? Why don’t you put ads on your blog? What kind of laptop will you buy? Why not just repair the old one?)
I want to support this present and positive force in the writing community. I don’t want to see us lose their prolific and unique voice because of “technical difficulties”. If you can donate a dollar or two*, please do. I would greatly appreciate it, and I know they would too :)
But if you can’t, I would also greatly appreciate it if you reblogged this post. I know that I don’t do a ton of writing content and most of y’all follow me for other reasons. I’m hoping that this post can help spread the word to a different group of people than might otherwise interact with WIM.
[ * For the US audience: a small bonus, their Ko-Fi page is in AUD so every “$1 coffee” actually costs you less than $0.70! ]
I swear reading this, and your tags, made me damn near cry. Thank you for being so incredibly supportive Darling, and for putting such a shocking amount of effort into what you’ve written here.
This kind of support means so very much to me, to a point where I don’t quite think it could ever be properly put into words. Either way though, I’m very very grateful.
I’m reblogging this version again, mainly because @proofsaretalk has been so much more detailed than I was, and has made the answers to peoples questions so much more accessible to everyone. I’m incredibly grateful.
As of right now, we are 28% of the way there, which is mind boggling to me, but I unfortunately still need a lot of help reaching my goal.
Thank you so much to all of you who have already donated, even if you were only able to donate a little. It means a lot.
I know a lot of people are struggling right now with the way things are, so please remember to look after yourself and your needs first, if you’re considering donating. The last thing I want is for you to put yourselves in a bad position.
I’m reblogging this version because of all the info that my Darlings so lovingly collected in one place for me, but I probably should make a new one soon.
I think we’re actually at about 38% right now, but I can’t access the sight properly on my phone, to check.
You have no idea how incredibly grateful I am to all of you 🖤
After one eternity of figuring out how to do this the best way possible, I finally managed to come up with every detail needed to launch PRINTS PREORDERS. This is for the very first time I’m doing something like this so bare with me haha. I’m scared yet excited cause it has taken a lot of time, effort, energy and I don’t know how this will turn out but my ink boys look just bomb af hanging on the wall just ask @obloodah and her A3 Taeminie print. As of material, I will always opt for the best quality ink and paper that compliments features of the boys. So please feel free to contact me if you have any additional questions regarding preorders. Lastly I would like to thank you so much to you all for supporting me and my art whether it’s kpop digital, traditional or my manga creations. It’s very much appreciated! 💙💙💙
A cute little gift for the wonderful @savvylittleminx with her darling Delmi and my hunk Rienmar brought to your viewing pleasure by the talented @schoute! They were so great to work with and kept me updated with every step in the process! Look at these smirks of two hunters who enjoy the game they play with each other until the day they admit feelings openly. 😏 Ahhh I love it so much and hope you do too, Minx! Thank you for always being such an amazing sister to me! 🧡🧡🧡
Here is a belayed birthday gift I commissioned for myself and I could not be more ecstatic with it! It was done by gustavo_zanin on Instagram! He has a wonderful classic, traditional style with Pokémon and Digimon that I fell in love with! I'd always wanted to get something done that was Pokémon related since it was a huge part of my childhood and I even continued to play the games up until X and Y.
The most special part is that all of them represent myself and my closest of friends, three of which were made right here on Tumblr! The rundown is:
Umbreon - myself
Alakazam - G
Gatomon - @scrawlandspirits
Gabumon - @hansaera
Vaporeon - @savvylittleminx
Arcanine - @rawrzimon
You guys mean so much to me and have been there through so much for me, the good, bad, and ugly. Two of you were even there for me the night I found out I was pregnant because I was low key freaking out and the third found out shortly after. (Sorry sis, it had to be a secret from you and it was the hardest thing I've probably ever done! XD) I only hope one day I can repay all you've all done for me. 😘 For now, this piece means a lot to me and will be going up on the wall in my bedroom so I can look at it and smile every day.
Gustavo_zanin did a great job, was very communicative, and is honestly one of the nicest people I've had the pleasure of doing business with! If you've ever wanted something done in this style, I could not recommend him more! He works very hard and I personally think could use more exposure, so reblogs are super appreciated! ❤️
It’s my pleasure and I’ll be here for as long as you’ll have me. ❤ I’m so incredibly proud of you, happy for you, and honored to call you my friend. I love you too, @solverne-02 ❤
Thank you for the tag, Wifey @solverne-02 ! I...actually have a lot to say about this so let’s get started.
Name one thing you did this year that you’re proud of.
Not crack under all the pressure.
What I mean by this is: At the beginning of the year, my car of 20 years died on me with no warning. I didn’t go to work for two weeks because of this and was worried I was going to be more or less fired for it(I wasn’t, thank the Gods). I had no idea where the money was going to come from to get a new one or how I was going to pay for things since I was a week and a half removed from a pay check. It. Was. A. Mess.
...and it didn’t get better.
From March until about August I went through: a betrayal, being forced to step down as an officer from the guild I had been in for five years due to said betrayal, new managers coming in and harassing me, things constantly getting worse at work as they put on more and more tasks/duties for us to do, my health starting to fade again. Yes, that’s right. If you were around for Round 1 of the Migraine Era I went through two years ago and needed over a year to recover from: that was rearing its ugly head once again. On top of the fact that in August I had to spend a week on a boat with my abuser.
Needless to say? I should’ve cracked like a fucking egg. But I didn’t.
I buckled down, triple downed even. I refused to let anything get the best of me and I refused to give up on myself. If this were 10 years ago? I’m sad to say that you would’ve had a really good chance of never hearing from me again...there was that much pressure and more than half the time? Everything felt hopeless. But thanks to the support of some absolutely wonderful people I wouldn’t trade for anything in the world(You all know who you are. Thank you so much from the bottom of my pirate heart. ❤) I managed to stay grounded and keep putting one foot in front of the other.
So yeah, that’s the biggest thing this year that I’m proud of: still standing, 10 toes down. ❤
Tell us about an experience you enjoyed this year.
Despite the fact that I was on a Cruise with one of the last people in any lifetime I wanted to be there with? I really loved being on the Cruise. I enjoyed it so much that I think I wanna drag Mr. Minx to get married on a cruise ship.
Yes, it was that amazing. XD
Everyone was so friendly and happy to be there. We had a lot of fun, there were always activities to do. I gained about 20 lbs from all the food because there was food all the time, LOL. The drinks were to die for, it was peaceful being on deck and watching the ocean go by. It was just a really enjoyable time overall and I would like to do it again soon.
Talk about something that has improved for you this year, however large or small.
My writing. ❤
It’s a constant source of joy no matter how much or little I write. I’ve also gotten a bit better about not keeping it to myself. XD But I participated in NaNoWirMo this year, completed it, and feel really, really good about doing so. I learned a lot more about story sequencing and how to outlline better.
I think doing NaNoWirMo has clicked into place for me a good number of things that have been WIPs for a loooong time that I could just never figure out how to continue with.
But now all of that is gonna change so stay tuned. ❤
Anything else you’d like to say?
It’s been a wild 10 years. I never would’ve seen myself in living in another state let alone being at as much peace as I find myself in these days. It’s been a crazy, wild ride and I’m thankful for every moment of it. Everything taught me something more about myself even if I couldn’t see it at the time. If you’re reading this I’d like you to do me one favor, please.
Don’t give up on yourself. ❤
There were so, sooo many times I wanted to quit or turn away. To give up living on my own and go back to what I had always known even though I knew exactly what kind of death sentence that would’ve been. I’m glad I didn’t, I’m thankful I didn’t quit and now I’m asking you to please give yourself the same opportunity.
We’re all capable of wonderful, amazing things. All I ask is that you give yourself a chance. You’d be surprised at what you can do. ❤
I am tagging anyone who would like to do this. Go crazy, dears. And Happy 2020. ❤
Remember when I told you guys that I had an announcement that would be coming at the end of the month? Well, I can now make it official...
G and I are expecting a little Mageling come mid July. 😊 We are extremely excited about this new development! All of our family knows and my pupper Nikolai is very attentive to me right now. Work is being less kind, so we'll see what the future holds there, but overall, it is a wonderful time for us!
