Writing is one of the things I am actually good so I decided that considering I cannot have a “regular” job at the moment, I might as well try to make some money this way.
The price is $1 CAD per 100 words ($0.01 per word). Payment will be through PayPal.
Now, I am willing to ghost write for you. No I am not kidding. I really need some money. I am willing to write fanfictions and even any work that may be for homework in your English classes. Once again, not kidding.
I will not write any smut. This is not negotiable. I have the right to decline to write anything I do not want to write.
Some of the fandoms I am in are mentioned in my about, but not everything is in there so you can ask me about which fandoms/pairings are okay. I am willing to write about fandoms/pairings I do not know about, but I will need to research them and be provided some information about it by the person requesting.
You can request right here in my messages or if you want to get a hold of me right away, I am much more active on instagram (kirbyawesome) and will respond faster there. Feel free to ask me any questions you may have. Thank you :)
Most of us guessed that Navy would end up betraying everyone by the end of the episode.
I don’t think most of us expected that having her go from this:
would be really good for Lapis’ mental health.
And despite certain people’s fears about certain story boarders… this was actually very much in character for her. I think it’s pretty safe to assume that Lapis has always been cynical, even in her pre mirror days. After she escaped she went from cynical to detached and apathetic. Not an unexpected defense mechanism for someone who was trapped in an inanimate object for 6,000 years. But she has made progress. She trusts Steven and Peridot. Enough not only to express her concerns, but to essentially make a confession.
Life on Earth is really confusing. It took me a long time to get use to it. I’m still getting use to it.
Given everything that’s happened to her on Earth, it’s only natural that she’s having a hard time adjusting. But she’s just confessed her biggest insecurity: she knows she’s having a hard time dealing with what she’s been through, while having to get use to to living a normal life on the planet where her greatest traumas happened. Before the rebellion she would have done her job and left for the next planet, Earth having been a distant memory by this time. But now she can never leave. Earth has to become home.
She wants to move on, but feels guilty about how difficult actually doing that is.
So here comes this I-Insta-Love-All-Things-Earth ruby, who seems freakishly well adjusted from the moment she crashes face first into the planet. Never mind that she was lied to not once, but twice, by the crystal gems. Never mind that she was blasted out into space and abandoned while they stole her ship. All is instantly forgiven and she just wants to be a part of their happy family.
Worse yet? The people Lapis cares most about just buy it. They go right along with it as though Navy’s behavior is perfectly normal. It took time for Lapis to even begin to be okay with the idea of living in Earth and forgiving the crystal gems- she’s still working on it, and it’s painful. She’s worked so hard for every inch of progress she’s made, and here’s someone who’s seemingly able to move on the same day they got to Earth.
I just don’t get it. Why is it so easy for her when it was so hard for me?
So when the perfectly well adjusted Navy turned out to be a gleeful sociopath gleefully hell bent on revenge, everything fell into place.
Navy’s sudden but inevitable betrayal was the best thing to happen for Lapis’ mental health to date.
So what’s the take away from this? 1) People react differently to trauma. 2) Just because someone seems well adjusted doesn’t mean they are. 3) It’s okay to take a long time to heal from your traumas. It’s okay for it to be a constant work in progress. It’s okay not to be okay.
And at the end of the day, that realization can almost feel like happiness.
So I’ve been talking to this fellow for 3 days now, asking him to stop reposting my art and remove it. He’s been stalling and ignoring my request, trying to slip in a few excuses to try and continue posting my works. (Not to mention he posted other works of mine that we never agreed on when he asked me to post my art with credit given)
The reason I have asked him now to remove it is because I’ve grown VERY uncomfortable with him posting my art. (not to mention he doesn’t seem to want to correct anyone who claims the art to be his which is one of the reasons why I’ve become uncomfortable with it.)
I don’t understand why it has taken three days for him to just accept that I no longer give him permission to post my art, but I’ve finally had it and am now FURIOUS to no ends.
My friend helped me come to the conclusion that it is now THEFT. I no longer give him permission, yet he still stalls with me wanting to keep the art that ISN’T HIS on his account.
So I will be reporting and blocking him on this site and DA.
I am rather fed up with this type of stuff: It isn’t your art, it isn’t your blog, IT ISN’T YOUR AU. What gave you the right to think that you can ignore me like that and try and direct me to do what you want me to do?!
I’m done. Really. I’m done letting people push me around like this. I am a kind and very, VERY patient person. I really am. But I have a line AND I AM PISSED. I am still a person. I have FEELINGS. I work my ass off making those drawings and making this AU. I’ve spent WEEKS thinking up plot and designs. This right here has pushed me over and I’m FED UP.
I’m not a door mat for you to walk on. I’m not a robot who will do everything you ask. Treat me with respect and I will do the same.
Can we talk about Cadenza’s love for Garderobe, though?
It was funny when Cogsworth was all like
“Maestro, keep it down, we don’t want to alert the master”
because it allowed Cadenza to respond with a snarky remark (one that
I actually found rather relatable, being a musician myself). But imagine Cadenza’s internal
response to Lumiere’s comment about how Garderobe is upstairs and
she’s finding it harder and harder to stay awake, and then
Cogsworth’s about playing quietly.
I imagine it was something like how dare
and I were separated that night; I haven’t gazed upon her in years and you want me to play
quietly?What do you know of my
love for her?
And then later, after the festivities have finished, everyone notices
that the maestro’s performances become louder and more beautiful than
ever; sometimes fast and frantic, other times slow and full of
longing, and it’s so painfully obvious that he misses her, that he
wants to hear her sing again. He inquires after her constantly,
asking how she’s doing, is she all right, I wonder if she can hear
Sometimes he leaves the ballroom in the middle of the night; he’s
trying to see if he can find a way up to the East Wing just to listen
for her, hear the arias she sometimes makes up to pass the time, even
if he only catches fragments, ostinatos, capriccios. It doesn’t
matter what she sings; every time he hears her voice he’s in heaven,
the curse is nonexistent, and his urge to play back, to answer
her…it’s second nature.
But he can’t reach her just as much as she can’t reach him; the
castle has fallen apart over the years, and the only way to the East
Wing is across the rooftops, a path that he, in his cursed form,
can’t traverse, though he had to be stopped by the servants several
times because he tried, he really did, and it breaks his heart to hear that she’s struggling to stay with the world.
But fate—or rather, magic—is not smiling on them, and has
not been for these torturous years. All the maestro can do is try to
encourage Belle to fall in love with the prince; for the sooner they
fall in love, the sooner the spell would be broken, and he and his dear one will be able to embrace each other once again.
I headcanon Ketch is all over 'alternative substances' ....
You know what, I think you’re right. But I don’t think his idea of a good time on drugs and DEAN’S idea of a good time on drugs is the same.
Dean is the “let’s split this joint and watch movies under some warm blankets and eat nachos” kind of dude
Ketch is the “let’s do cocaine off a stripper’s ass in the casino VIP lounge on a Tuesday afternoon” kind of dude
(Ketch is a thrill-seeking adrenaline junkie - motorcycle, tattoos, reckless awol missions/problem with authority, indiscriminate killing. Dean is not. Often they are poised as the same in canon, but their reasons for doing similar things are different, which I think would translate here as well.)