Me and my husband are Touhou fans for many years, he is also musician and he has been making arrangements of Touhou music in the post-rock genre. New album is ready, and he wants to invite artists to work in collab! Here is his post in Twitter, please reach out to him, if you may be interested in this!
Uhhh.... Artists out there? Would anyone want to do a sort of collab?
I can't draw very well myself, but I can write poems!! If anyone would like to draw a comic or something, and I could write a poem for it either before or after it's done
You can choose the topic and style of the poem, as long as it's not nsfw or otherwise inappropriate
And I don't care how good of an artist you are! I just want to help someone create something :]
disclaimer: I can't promise I will do it very quickly.... I'm not always too active on tumblr. I'm also not a professional poet or anything, so I can't promise peak quality either.
If you want to, my dms are always open! Feel free to reblog this post
I had an idea for a college au (uni) where berena met at albies and serena became an honourary flatmate to bernie raf and fletch (in this world she lives at home, with adrienne). It would be a slow bern, the kind where it's a friendship with blurred lines, that ties in some of the canon but I'm not sure how much yet. The issue is that I really love berena but have not seen holby city, and as such am worried about continuity and character relationships and behaviours and such. therefore I have been working on an angsty little one-shot within this world but focusing on just the two of them, which I will post a bit of below the cut. Was just wondering if anyone with better knowledge of the wider context of the show would like to pick my brain on this idea/ work off of it/ some third option? If so do let me know! Also let me know if I should finish the one shot? (It may also be good daydreaming/headcannon material, idk)
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"H-Hello?"
"Hi? Serena, it's Bernie. You... you called me? Oh shit was it a pocket-dial, have I woken you up?"
"Um...no, I-I meant to call you. I hoped you'd be up, but when you didn't answer I thought maybe-"
"I'm up, sorry, my phone was on silent. What's up, are you okay?" Bernie could hear shaky breathing on the other end of the line.
"Um... well... no, not really."
"Shit, 'Rena, has something happened?! Are you hurt??"
The pause that followed made Bernie's heart drop to her stomach.
"Can you let me in? I'm outside the flat."
Bernie instantly put down her plate and rushed (quietly so as not to wake anyone( to the door, hanging up as she reached it. Pulling it open revealed a shivering Serena sat on the doorstep, arms crossed around herself. Upon seeing Bernie, she began to speak, in a harsh voice. "I'm sorry, I didn't know where else to go." To Bernie's horror she began to cry silently, tears spilling down her cheeks. She dropped to her knees and took Serena's cold face in her hands, thumbs stroking her cheeks as her eyes roamed her body, searching for any visible injuries. Upon finding none, she straightened up, holding out a hand to get the other woman up, helping her to her feet and leading her back into the communal kitchen.
Bernie didn't let go of Serena's hand until they were both sitting on the sofa, facing each other. She desperately wanted to ask what the matter was, but Serena's body language was telling her not to push. The other woman was slightly hunched over where she sat, her back not touching the sofa, as though she were afraid of taking up space, something Bernie had never seen from her before. Serena was wringing her hands in her lap, something Bernie had only seen her do when approached by creepy guys in bars, something that unfortunately happened quite regularly. Well, of course they would want her, Serena was gorgeous. Even with eyes red from crying Bernie still found her the most beautiful woman she had ever met.
"I don't want to go home tonight."
Serena's voice was gravely, and as she spoke she seemed to shrink impossibility further into herself. Bernie couldn't help it: she felt an intense need to comfort her best friend, and reached out to rub her shoulder in an attempt to convey support. The second her palm met the fabric of Serena's top, she let out a small yelp and flinched away. It was a sound of pain, not discomfort, and Bernie was immediately back on red alert. She motioned for Serena to turn so she was facing away from her on the sofa, and as she did so Bernie couldn't contain her gasp at the spots of blood that had seeped through the thin material of her shirt. Serena spun back, refusing to make eye contact, her head lowered. "It's not as bad as it probably looks."
"Serena, who did this to you?"
"I can't, Bern. Please."
"Serena's tone was pleading, and as she spoke she made direct eye contact with Bernie. That, combined with the pet name, signaled her earnestness.
"Okay. We won't talk about it right now. But will you let me look at that for you? I'm not exactly a doctor but I want to help."
My annoying medical issues at least have a small bright side, and I am now able to work on Rhink stories that have been getting dusty on the shelves for way too long. However, there are two stories that I started as solos quite a while ago that I would like to at this point get another MB fanfiction writer to collab with me on. I think that it would help put the full spark back into them again for continuing and completing them.
Here are links to the stories below with the general synopsis for each of them. Please feel free to private message me if you are interested in any way or have additional questions. I genuinely will not take offense if no one wants to help out. The stories will be completed regardless, but I really think adding another voice to the mix is the best thing to do!
Rhett has built his southern fusion restaurant to be the best in Los Angeles. Sure his staff is frazzled and he's drinking a little more than is reasonable, but overall he is happy. At least as happy as he can be.
Until a really picky food critic enters his life in more ways than one...
