#sailormorningstar

[orangezest100]

I'm begging you to keep on haunting I'm begging you to keep on haunting me -”Haunting” by Halsey

[transdreamsicle]

flight rising came out with new familiars so now i have my level 18 dragons in the level 7-8 area of the colliseum bc i want them. shit’s doing like 35 points of damage max and my dragons all have like 1300 HP i’m crying this is beautiful

[rensbaratheon]

The best friends in the world for people with anxiety are people who affirm that they want you around without you even having to ask them, because you’re so important to them it just seems natural.

My best friend in Boston doesn’t have a tumblr, but they were so upset when their boyfriend was too tired to meet me it nearly started a fight between them. They’re always ridiculously excited when I stay in their apartment even though I live in another part of the same city. I don’t have to ask them how important I am to them because they constantly make it clear idk I’m just feeling really grateful for having such awesome friends tbh.

[highermagic]

WHOA HAPPY BIRTHDAY 🎁🎂🎈🎉

AHH THANK.

[transdreamsicle]

I feel like the air in this warehouse is clinging to my skin, so heavy and thick I can never fully exhale it. Lush vines grow over almost every wall and up every support beam. The windows are broken out and flowers have been planted in high boxes to catch their sun directly. I think someone encouraged bees to build a hive somewhere in the ceiling. If it’s not the bees I hear buzzing, then there’s still an active spell resonating with the wards on my jewelry. 

Taylor weaves between the shacks that used to house the homeless and itinerant that lived here. I do my best not to disturb the hundreds of bottles and jars littering the floor. Breaking one could do nothing, or get some nasty curse stuck to me. Most of them have been painted so I can’t even see what’s inside. The space echoes with the sound of rain. In three more months the vines could grow to cover the floor, masking the bottles and turning them into traps. 

Jay copies down the wards and sigils on the walls. This will be the second notebook he’s filled on our survey trip. We can’t stay in the wilds for much longer. Last night Taylor almost walked headlong into a fairy circle. It could have been days or weeks before we found her. 

They both look at me, aware that this place has long been abandoned. There’s no one to rescue and nothing to do except let the place be. I nod and we leave the way we came. We seal the door behind us as best we can and keep moving down the trail. Two hours before the afternoon turns to evening and we need to start heading back to the Compound. 

Thunder rolls through the clouds and I can tell by how nervous Taylor is that we might not even have that long.

[transdreamsicle]

Ashamed Writer Meme

i was tagged by unholyseraphs (the meme is mainly about fanfiction but i’m answering about my writing in general)

1. what are some writing tics that persist in your work but that you dislike?

oh god dude um. like compound sentences? this shit: “He closed the door and looked around the room carefully, taking in every detail he could.” i usually edit most of these and try to make them shorter or just turn then into two sentences, but yeah i feel like i have way too many sentences that are constructed like that

2. what does your id want? do you ever give in?

the fact that i genuinely don’t even know the answer to this question means my id probably always gets what it wants 

3. You have to erase one of your fics from existence forever. Which one and why?

i don’t know, actually. the one fic i did want gone i just deleted, so. lol.

4. how much do you trust the reader?

quite a bit, really. sometimes i worry whether or not i’ve made something clear enough, but my readers are usually pretty smart cookies so they get it.

5. have you ever written anything you would’ve backclicked if it’d been written by anyone else?

not quite backclicked, but i probably would’ve never admitted to a couple lol

6. what’s your guilty pleasure as a writer?

indulgent descriptions, probably. using phrases like “violinist’s fingers” instead of saying someone’s got nimble, dexterous hands.

7. be honest: are you mean to your faves, or do you go easy on them?

how much do they suffer? because that’s directly proportional to how much i love them. higher amounts of pain means higher amounts of love

8. what parts of writing a fic do you think are a chore?

sometimes editing drives me nuts tbh. you reread the same shit three our four times and then there’s still stuff you can’t figure out how to fix without a beta, but you’re so done at that point that you’re just like “fuck it, no one else will even know anything’s wrong i’m just gonna post it”

9. are there any unintentional trends in your writing?

i’ve noticed that i have a trend for making survivors. i traumatize the hell out of my characters and then make them climb back up to personal power

10. have you ever intentionally written a character as OOC to fit with a kink/prompt/story idea?

no, i really try to avoid this. if i want to write a fic with a certain kink or premise, i look at the characters involved and then twist the kink/prompt to fit them

i’m tagging sailormorningstar imnotleavinherewithoutyou holyhael and migrantdean

[transdreamsicle]

redneck gothic

you walk into a walmart you’ve never been to before. you know where everything is.

john’s cousin billy is in jail sleeping off a DUI. your cousin billy is in jail sleeping off a DUI. harley’s cousin billy is in jail sleeping off a DUI. billy can’t find his cousin jimmy.

aunt paula has a new truck. she’s taking it to the truck pull. your cousin billy is sleeping off a hangover in the bed. you wonder if he’ll wake up before they’re hitching the tractor to the truck.

a peacock is playing chicken with you. an opossum is playing chicken with you. chickens move when you drive toward them.

this road has no lines or street lights. the moon can’t breach the treetops. is that a coyote in the honeysuckle? you drive around a fallen branch and listen to a commercial for the county fair.

your neighbor has a gun. his neighbor has a gun. you have a gun. nobody bought these guns. you all have them anyway.

a friend of a friend knows how to get local moonshine. nobody wants to drink southern comfort anymore. the caramel flavor makes them think of high school.

little charlie is doing 4h this year, he smiles and holds a baby chicken. it stares at you, and you think about buttermilk.

boyd says y’all and spits his dip into a mountain dew bottle. he still has a pack of cigarettes in his pocket. 

the pond has carp and catfish and nobody is catching any catfish.

billy says, “let’s go shroomin’.” it’s july. billy’s drunk.

[transdreamsicle]

my dad thinks if a man designs a bra or similar undergarment for women that he should make it in miniature and wear it on his balls for 12 hours to see how comfortable it is