i have no muse at all anymore

So blog hopping the past few days has shown me something I really need to stress on all of my blogs. I am a plot driven writer. I’ve been on this site for a good almost five or six years now and I’m just at the point where random starters just don’t go anywhere anymore, instead it’s tiring and boring. I get on one muse, write for all of a day or two and then hop elsewhere because I’m bored. Nothing goes anywhere, and it’s just frustrating.

Plotting.  It’s something I miss, plots always go so much further than random interactions. So, I think as I work around on all my active muses over the next month or so, I’m gonna push more for plot oriented threads. It doesn’t have to be momentous or even long winded. Just a setting, some ideas and wants for a thread are what I need. It drives the muse more and gives the want to dive into drafts  instead of just simply winging it in hopes it’ll go somewhere. Perhaps this is why it’s so much easier to write with my husband than everyone else. We talk, we plot, we through SOME random stuff out but a post or two and then we talk about where it will go.

So quite frankly, spur of the moment just isn’t working for me anymore and when I DO return, I’m going to revamp my rules for the umpteenth time. Till then, I’ll be floating around here n’ there. Catch me the most @doppiavitas or @garcemechanic . Even if I’m not there, there will most likely be a link to whatever blog I am on. Till then, ciao.

general psa that i will NEVER be upset with you for taking forever/never answering something i send you 

we all have lives outside of this and muses are fickle like, i get it and i never want anyone to be afraid that i’d hold it against them like if i send you a meme and you’re not feeling it? you don’t need to answer it

if we plot something and i make a starter and you’re not feeling it anymore? that’s okay too. even if halfway through a thread it feels like it’s going nowhere so you wanna drop it? that’s 100% okay

honestly? you don’t even need to let me know you’re dropping something/not answering something like im not here to pressure you or bug you about replies and i don’t care if you’re actively writing with other people  or anything, like if you’re not interested in writing something with me i won’t take it personally

and even if you don’t want to drop something and take literal months to answer? that’s chill like me too okay

and all i ask is that you extend the same courtesy to me <3 

Hard Times

Request: Peter Parker x Reader where the reader gets kidnapped for leverage and gets tortured but Peter comes to save her.

Warnings: Language, depiction of violence/torture?

Word Count: 1068

A/N: Written in Peter’s POV || This made me super emo but I hope this is along the lines of what you wanted!! Also, SUPER SORRY that it took me so long, I had writer’s block for Peter but now I’ve come through! @painting-tragedies

Originally posted by buckybarnres

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“Do you want to build a snowman?”

“Everyone ends up alone.”

“Stay close to me.”

“We need to get away.”

“This is all for you.”

“How could you be so heartless?”

“There’s gotta be another way out.”

“I’ve tried forever getting out on my own.”

“I don’t wanna fight alone anymore.”

“I never thought you would really go.”

“I was being such a fool.”

“But I can’t live without you.”

“If I wanted to leave I would have left by now.”

“Don’t let me down.”

“And now I’m feeling stupid.”

“I’ll only stay with you one more night.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Can’t take it no more.”

“I used to pretend that I felt okay.”

“I’ve failed you again.”

“God knows that I tried…”

“I was dreaming for so long.”

“You are the piece of me I wish I didn’t need.”

“If our love’s insanity, why are you my clarity?”

“We both know how this ends.”

“This is not what I do.”

“Is that alright?”

“Am I even human?”

“I’m a mess.”

“At least I’ve always been myself.”

“No one knows my heart.”

“I don’t know what I’m doing.”

“There is something that you need to let me know.”

“Be honest please.”

“Say you’ll stay.”

“I’ll look after you.”

“I wasn’t looking for this.”

“Here’s my number.”

“Where do you think you’re going, baby?”

“I missed you so bad.”

“You see?”

“Come on let’s go and play!”

“Be my baby.”

“Don’t you ever say I just walked away.”

“I will always want you.”

“I never meant to start a war.”

“I just wanted you to let me in.”

“I guess I should’ve let you win.”

“You make me crazy from happiness.”

“You my prince from the fairy tale.”

“Where do I go if you leave?”

“I was afraid you don’t care about me.”

“I can’t forget you.”

“I’m your destiny.”

“You are like frost.”

“We just have to wait until the next life.”

“We need to talk.”

“Where did I go wrong?”

“I lost a friend.”

“If I don’t say this now I will surely break.”

“I’m losing my control.”

“What’s mine is yours to leave or take.”

“You’ve begun to feel like home.”

“If that’s what you want…”

“But I’m only human!”

“I bleed…”

“I can do it!”

“Don’t let them in.”

“Let it go.”

“We only have each other." 

”Okay, can I just, say something crazy?“

"We are meant to be.”

Buffy The Vampire Slayer Starters


  • “ You talk about slaying like it’s a job. It’s not. It’s who you are.  ”
  • “ I seem to be having a slight case of nudity here. ”
  • “ I can handle myself alone, you know.  ”
  • “ I’m not gonna send you out there to die. ”
  • “ If it’s guilt you are looking for, i’m not your man. ”
  • “ You can’t leave me. I can’t do this alone. ”
  • “ I’m gonna give you a nice normal evening, if i have to kill every single person on the face of the earth to do it. ”
  • “ You know I don’t think there’s a human word fabulous enough for me. ”
  • “ Oh my name is gonna be on everybody’s lips. ”
  • “ My dead mother hits harder than that. ”
  • “ There could be oil of some kind involved. ”
  • “ Everything here is hard, and bright, and violent. ”
  • “ You haven’t murdered anyone lately? Let’s be best pals. ”
  • “ I wasn’t lurking. I was standing about. It’s a whole different vibe. ”
  • “ You have the emotional maturity of a blueberry scone. ”
  • “ Come for the food, stay for the dismemberment. ”
  • “ Say goodnight, bitch! ”
  • “ Some prophecies are a bit dodgy.  
  • “ You think i’m never lonely because i’m so cute and popular? ”
  • “ I can be surrounded by people and be completely alone.”
  • “ Sometimes when I talk, everybody is so busy agreeing with me, they don’t hear a word i say. ”
  • “ How am I supposed to go on with my life? Knowing what we had. What we could have had. ”
  • “ I don’t even know what a tea cozy is, but I want one. ”
  • “ Everybody’s looking to me, trusting me to lead them, and i’ve never felt so alone in my entire life. ”
  • “ Do you think I chose to be like this? ”
  • “ Do you have any idea how lonely it is? How dangerous? ”
  • “ You have no idea what happened to me or how I was feeling! ”
  • “ There’s going to be a lot of red faces when the world comes to an end. ”
  • “ These people don’t deserve to die! ”
  • “ It’d be okay if it was just me I had to worry about. ”
  • “ What are you doing here? Five words of less. ”
  • “ That came out a lot more lesbian than it sounded in my head. ”
  • “ You should be with someone that can take you into the light. ”
  • “ You’re my strength. ”
  • “ Was it my sparkling personality? ”
  • “ If the apocalypse comes, beep me. ”
  • “ It’s all about me. Me! Me! Me! ”
  • “ I’ll date whoever the hell I wanna date! ”
  • “ What, I can’t have layers? ”   
  • “ and you have stupid hair! ”
  • “ Can I trade the children for more cash? ”
  • “ Am I thing worth saving, huh? ”
  • “ It’s like we’re sisters! With very different hair. ”
  • ” I just know that when you’re around, whether I see you or not. I feel you. 
  • “ No weapons, no friends, no hope. Take all that away and what’s left?”
  • “ Have you actually heard of tact? ”
  • “ Tact is just not saying true stuff. ”
  • “ We’re a team. Aren’t we a team? ”
  • “ You hit me with an ax one time. ”
  • “ I’m like a superhero or something. ”
  • “ I was kinda hoping you were in a gang. ”
  • “ You muse be so disappointed in me.  ”
  • “ I may be love’s bitch, but at least i’m man enough to admit it. ”
  • “ Love isn’t brains, children. It’s blood. ”
  • “ Hey, so you’re not wanted for murder anymore! ”
  • “ Yeah, well, you can’t trust people. ”

I honestly think the confession scene was when Andrew returned the hat to akko, cause that part in the episode was… so awkwardly cut, they didn’t even fix it a bit, like it looks like a windows movie maker video kfjdkdkf smh

(( Hey guys! As you all know by now it’s been a long while since I’ve properly updated this blog so I thought it’s time to give y’all a final update.

This ask!blog is now on indefinite hiatus.

As much as I love Luciano and ask!blogging, I think it’s time I move on. My priorities and interests have shifted, and ask!blogging is no longer something I have the consistent energy to do anymore. I might update once in a blue moon here if nostalgia hits but I make no actual promises.

If some of you guys have been with me since my early Egypt ask!blog days or when I began this ask!blog, man, it’s been an up and down ride but it’s been a pleasure. I’ll still draw my muses from time to time over on my personal blog @yenpon though if you guys ever want to see them again.

Thanks for all the support and love and for sticking with me and my art over the past few years, guys.

And that’s all folks! ))

i took my final exam today! i still have my masters, but i have the entire summer to work on it, so i’m not that stressed anymore. i promise i’ll post a story by the end of the week. 

thanks for staying here even though i haven’t been active during the last two weeks, except for the whole plagiarism thing and the muse asks yesterday. a lot of people have left, so i really want to thank you guys for staying. i appreciate your support ♡

does anyone else…hate writing? like, really? i have all these little highlighted bits that mean “YOU MUST EDIT AND REWRITE THESE. THEY ARE NO GOOD YET.” and i look at them like….i know what you’re trying to say, past!me. i know. but i don’t know how to say it anymore than you did.

and then i just listen to sad music to get In The Mood and end up just being sad, and the writing does not get done because i’m too busy crying about best enemies, and this is just editing i’m not even up to the writing new shit yet lmao

ff-sunset-oasis  asked:

So I have this canon AU theo/harry&wolfstar scene in mind i want to share with you hope this isn't too weird XD. Like, Theo and Sirius smoking cigarettes on the balcony of Grimmauld 12 or whatever, talking about their boyfriends and family members. And Sirius is like, ranting about how his parents were blood purists who'd wanted him to join the Dark Lord, and Theo just shrugged and offered (in an exaggeratedly magnanimous manner), "Families histories are always so embarrassing, aren't them?"

okay, so a lot of this has background headcanon that comes from Marked (wherein I refer to Theo as looking and behaving rather like Sirius) so forgive me, but here we go…

“So. This is your house?” 

Sirius turned, startled, and managed a brusque nod as Theo approached.

“My family home,” he confirmed grimly, forcing something approximating a smile. “The Noble, Most Ancient, and ever effervescent House of Black,” he muttered, scoffing under his breath as he licked the tobacco paper in his hand, pressing down the lip and then holding up the cigarette, snapping his fingers to light it.

“Neat trick,” Theo noted, gesturing to his hands, and Sirius shrugged.

“Have to have tricks,” he said. “Otherwise - ” he paused, taking a long drag and releasing it off the balcony with a slow exhale. “What the fuck is the point of being magic?”

There was a pause, and then Theo spoke again.

“That’s pretty dark,” he mused, leaning his elbows onto the railing. “I take it you’re handling this just about as gracefully as I would. Which, to be clear,” he added, affectedly arching a brow, “is not at all.”

Come on, Pads, Remus had coaxed him that morning, curling his hand around Sirius’ shoulder. You’re brooding.

You don’t have to live here anymore, Harry had told him, his hair messy as ever, looking and sounding like James even as he brought home a skinny, too-aristocratic snot of a man who looked like he belonged right back in the goddamn manor house Sirius had been trying for decades to forget. We’re selling it, Harry’d said, painfully earnest, and then it’ll finally be over -

But they didn’t get it.

They didn’t fucking get it.

“Fuck this house,” Sirius told Theo, unnecessarily harsh. “The only thing I ever liked about it was how it felt to fuck it up, and now - ”

He trailed off, faltering. Theo glanced over.

“The posters in your bedroom,” Theo supplied, and Sirius glanced sharply at him, surprised. “The permanent sticking charm,” Theo clarified, smirking approvingly. “Bold move.”

Sirius said nothing, flicking ash onto the street below.

“When I was a kid,” Theo ventured slowly, “Draco and I used to play like we were muggle knights. Of the round table,” he explained, and Sirius cocked his head, acknowledging it. “Draco was Arthur, and I’d be Lancelot.” Theo paused, swallowing. “My father caught me once,” he said slowly, and Sirius, feeling an old rush of familiar panic, let out a helpless shudder at the thought.

“Wish he could see me now,” Theo remarked. “I think I’d have handled the curse he’d used that day better if I’d known that sometime in the future I could look him in the eye and say ‘Dad,’” Theo began seriously, turning to lock eyes with Sirius, “my best friend’s married to a muggleborn, and none of your pureblood garbage ever meant shit. Oh, and - ” he stopped, smirking. “I’m fucking Harry Potter, and he motherfucking loves it.”

For a moment, Sirius wanted to laugh; wanted desperately to sob. 

Instead, he took a long drag from his cigarette, shaking his head. 

“You know that’s my godson you’re talking about,” he began carefully, and Theo shrugged.

“He’s an epic lay,” Theo replied. “You’d be proud.”

Sirius coughed, choking slightly, and after a moment, wiped the moisture from his eyes.

“Fuck,” Sirius said, unceremoniously. “You’re me, aren’t you?”

Theo nodded. “Without the leather fetish,” he agreed, and Sirius stared at him.

And stared.

Theo turned, looking out over the balcony again.

“Family history is always so embarrassing, isn’t it?” he asked, and then glanced over. “By the way,” he added, eyeing Sirius without expression. “This is a bit of a nightmare house. If you want to set it on fire,” he suggested casually, “I can keep Potter occupied for an hour.”

Sirius blinked.

Thought about it.

Blinked again.

Then he gestured to the cigarette in his hand.

“Want one?” he asked.

Theo nodded.

“Sure,” he said, Sirius pulled out another wrapper, suddenly feeling less alone.

Harry tries his best to keep his face slack and neutral, but it isn’t so easy when his heartbeat suddenly quickens. Louis shifts again, probably to check that he’s still asleep, and it’s silent for a split second, silent but for the distant hum of the radio, the engines rumbling outside, the terrible beating of Harry’s heart. And then, as if recounting the story isn’t about to be torture enough, Harry feels Louis drag the hoodie back up to his shoulder, gentle as ever, like it’s something he’s done a thousand times before without waking him. For a moment, Harry stops breathing altogether.

“Is he still shivering?” Liam asks, concern edging his tone.

“Not anymore,” Louis mumbles as he turns back around. “I just don’t want him waking if he gets too cold again.”

Liam sighs quietly, and Harry’s heart lurches up into his throat.

“He always used to shiver in his sleep,” Louis continues, unprompted. “I’d hear his teeth chattering away in my ear in the middle of the night, and I’d have to get up and slip his socks back on his feet so he wouldn’t freeze to death.”

“All it took was his socks?” Liam muses.

“Yeah,” Louis says with an embarrassed laugh. “I don’t know why. It was always really weird, but it worked every time.”

The End Should Be A Good One by @annylessreal

I Am An Alpha Ch 15: My Prized Possession

“Where the hell do you think you are going?” Kris snarls when I try to sneak out of his embrace. We are curled tightly around each other, I was hoping he would be a heavy sleeper but I guess not.

“I’m just going to the bathroom,” I mumble.

He sits up, taking me with him, “Okay, go.”

I roll out of bed and watch him over my shoulder as I shuffle to the bathroom. I do my business before coming back out to find him in the same position. With a big grin I eye the door, something he obviously notices.

“What?” He questions, “I don’t hear your stomach growling so you aren’t hungry, no one else is awake so you aren’t in a rush to greet them, so I’m guessing your pack must be on their way.”

I nod eagerly.

“And they are bringing the rest of your belongings today, right?”

Again I nod.

“Okay, lets go.”

I’m honestly surprised by his compliance but I don’t complain as he walks over to his closet and pulls out a sweater for himself and one for me before leading me toward the door. I pull on the sweater eagerly, I feel as if I can’t run down the stairs fast enough. Kris isn’t far behind me despite my rushing, he doesn’t look at all when I attempt to rush out into the snow barefoot once again. His arm wrap around my waist, lifting me off the ground despite the glare I’m giving him over my shoulder.

“You are not going to catch a cold because of me,” He explain as he walks towards the front of the mansion. I can do nothing but pout in his warm hold as he stops at the mat near the front door. I watch as he scans the many pairs of shoes before grabbing a pair of large boots. He takes me back to the living room and sets me down on one of the couches. “These are going to be big so walk carefully but they will have to do for now.” I smile as he gently puts the boots on me, lacing them up tight to keep the snow from sneaking in. When he is done he gives me a nod, allowing me to rush out of the house into the snowy field.

Just as I get out there my pack comes running out of the forest in their human forms. I grin big at the sight of them, my arms open wide for who ever can reach me first. Jimin tackles me to the ground, followed by Taehyung flopping on top of us and the others not far behind until I’m buried under all seven boys and snow. Even though I’m laughing loudly and enjoying the carelessness I can’t ignore the intense anger coming from the house. I quickly collect myself.

“Okay! You’ve got me pinned! Now off before Kris hyung busts out here and murders one of you,” I pat Jimin’s back, barely able to breath with their weight on me. One by one they get to their feet until it’s just me laying on my back, taking deep breaths as if I’ve never breathed before.

“Sorry Hyung,” Jimin apologizes with his hand offered out to me, “I got excited.”

I let him pull me up, “It’s all good kid, just got to remember that we can’t play rough anymore.”

“Fine,” He pouts cutely.

“Kookie,” I wave the youngest over, “How are you feeling? Did he leave a mark on you at all?” As soon as he was in reaching distance I grab the collar of his flannel and check his neck. Thankfully I find nothing, with a breath of relief I rest my head on his shoulder. “I was so worried he scared you!”

“Speaking of scars,” Hobi muses playfully as his finger pulls at the collar of my sweatshirt revealing my mark. Before I have the chance to swat his hand away Kris is there crushing Hobi’s hand in his, the smaller whines.

“Don’t you fucking touch it,” Kris seethes with such anger the rest of us find ourselves taking a step back. I quickly recover and save the younger boy from the horrifying alpha who looks ready to murder him. Slowly, I walk forward and place my hands on top of theirs and pull them apart with little fight. Kris has his chest puffed out a stern look on his face, obviously angry but that doesn’t stop Jin from smirking.

“Is that a bite mark I see?” The eldest muses.

Kris’s glare moves to him, “She is my mate, of course I marked her!”

Jin’s smirk doesn’t falter, “I mean on you.”

“What?” Kris’s hand automatically collapses over the small bite mark on his neck, hidden by his sweatshirt. I’m impressed, but not surprised that Jin was able to notice it even though my other mates did not. I grin up at Kris’s suddenly pink face, enjoying the change of character.

“He’s my mate, damn right I did,” I chuckle wrapping my arms around his waist.

“That’s my girl,” Jin applauds.

“Weren’t you supposed to bring her things with you?” Kris blurts out trying to change the subject.

Jin nods, “We left it in the forest so we wouldn’t cause an uproar but it appears we did anyway. Yoongi, can you grab her things?”

The quiet man nods, he slowly walks back and disappears into the forest. He appears a moment later with a backpack on his shoulder and something in his hand that makes me grin ear to ear. Kris is watching with wide eyes.

“What the hell is that?” He questions pointing to my pride and joy in Yoongi’s hand.

Yoongi holds it up, “Don’t look so dumbstruck, you are old enough to know what these are.” He suddenly tosses it to me, I welcome it with open arms. I catch it in one hand and spin it around once or twice for a little warm up.

“Why the hell do you have a fucking sword?” Someone suddenly yells from the house. I look over my shoulder to see Yixing and Minseok standing in the doorway with their jaws basically on the floor.

“Hyung!” I yell back gleefully, “Wanna see my prized possession?”

“This has got to be some kind of joke,” Kris pinches the bridge of his nose in frustration.

“I don’t see what you are all freaking out about,” I mumble staring down at the beautiful object in my hands. It’s leather sheath has a little wear and tear from 100 years of use but that is to be expected. The T shaped hilt was recently rewrapped in black cloth after I wore away the last wrapping. With slow a slow flick of my thumb I pop the hilt up a bit revealing the base of the black blade.

Kris’s nose wrinkles up, “It reeks of blood.”

I nod, “No matter how many times  I clean it the smell won’t come off.”

“Where the hell did you get that thing?” Minseok questions as him and Yixing make their way to us.

“Jin gave it to me when I joined the army.”

“You mean that’s the blade that…” Yixing can’t seem to get himself to finish the sentence as he eyes the blade in my grip.

“The blade that killed my parents?” I finish for him, “Yep.”

“Mine too,” Jungkook looks at the blade with a somber smile.

“Mine as well,” Jin runs his fingers through his hair.

“And many others who aren’t with us now,” I add in.

Kris scoffs, “Why the hell would you want that thing with all those bad memoires?”

“It’s my prized possession,” I snap back. “It’s may not carry the best memories but it’s the only thing I could actually say was mine for all that time.”

Kris’s face softens, “I’m sorry Love, I didn’t mean to insult you, I’m just confused on why you would keep it after being free.”

“It’s been part of me for years, I don’t know what I would do without it.”

“I don’t know what you plan on doing with it here though,” Minseok pipes in, “You won’t be needing it.”

“I don’t know, if that Taemin guy comes back I’ll be ready for him this time.”

Luhan joins us suddenly, laughing humorlessly, “If that mutt so much as shows his face here I will slaughter him. You don’t need to worry about him.”

“Worry? I’m looking forward to it,” I muse, “It’s been a long time since I’ve been able to show off.”

“Too bad, we can’t spare anymore,” Jimin pouts, “I’m itching to go around with you Hyung. You were always a great fight.”

I look to Kris with wide eyes, but it seems he is expecting it, “There will be absolutely no fighting.”

“Kris hyung, please!”

He groans

I know this is a short chapter and I know it isn’t very good but I got called into work today so I didn’t have as much time as I was hoping so I will upload another chapter tomorrow night! Please let know how you feel about this! If it isn’t good I’ll edit it more tomorrow before adding another chapter, be honest!

Well Tailored Part 6

Originally posted by lostinmonstax

Title: Well Tailored

Pairing: I.M/Changkyun x Reader

Genre: Fluff/Angst

Warning: Swearing

A/N: I feel like I am on cloud nine right now, this story has made me really enjoy writing again and I am happy with where it has come from where I have started. My rough estimate is that the story will wrap up around part 10 to 12 maybe sooner maybe later, I am currently working on the outline for 7 and 8 (as of June 3ed when I added this to my queue) so it just depends, anywho I am rambling haha, enjoy my loves

Part 5 | Part 7 

Changkyun Pov

“God dammit,” I mumbled as I ripped the sketch out of my book, crumpling it into a ball and tossing it into the trash can already overflowing with failed sketches.

Glancing over to a few of the completed sketches I focused on each one before turning back to my sketchbook and starting again, sketching a woman’s silhouette before I paused and chewed at the tip of my pencil, glancing back over at my completed sketches.

It wasn’t often that I got this inspired to start a new line, none the less have it be because of someone I met. Y/n really was something. Her spunky attitude, from her gorgeous features, but most of all her strong personality. She knew what she wanted and how to get it. It inspired me because I have always felt like my life would crumble with one simple design. Because of her strong presence, it inspired me to start a new line of women’s work suits. Something that in my head seemed much easier than sketching it out on paper.

She was my muse, but also my worse enemy. My feelings for her have grown so much, it’s not just a simple attraction anymore, over the last few months I have come to see all sides of her, and my simple attraction grew into a crush, which grew to a wanting her to really be mine, but as much as I have tried her answer is still no, as unhappy as it makes me. I respect her choice and have left it there, but my feelings won’t go away.

Which is why I have chosen to lock myself away, because as much as I try to refrain the urge I just want to kiss her, to hold her close, to comfort her during this stressful time. But I know that she doesn’t return my affection, and I don’t know if I can keep myself from acting upon my urges for much longer. Instead, I have locked myself in my office for hours, sketching out design after design for my new collection.

A part of me believes that she has feeling back, the way her eyes linger on me sometimes. When I get close to her sometimes she blushes, how she will slip out that I look handsome some days, maybe she does feel the same way. But still, she says no, and I don’t know why. I have such a strong feeling that it’s not just one-sided.

Placing my hands over my face I close my eyes, trying to clear my thoughts of her. Focusing on my sketches. Which I needed to finish, a huge opportunity is happening soon and I want to be prepared. The biggest question was could I do it alone, it would be a lot of work and as stressed as I already am with the shop and my shop back home. Would I really have time to do this by myself?

Biting my lip I went over the things I could do, trying to figure out how to make it all fit into my schedule, only to come back to the realisation it was impossible. I needed more than just me if I wanted to get this women’s line going.

Glancing through my hands I looked at the door before an idea came to mind. Standing up I set down my pencil and walked over to the door, looking back at my sketches for a moment. If I went through with this, it would be a huge risk, I could lose everything if it didn’t work out, but when I have ever played things safe.

Opening the door I walked out into the floor smiling and giving a quick hello to my workers as I passed.

Walking out into the main shop area I see Fawn talking to a customer and decided to wait for her to finish up, watching as she chuckles, I got very lucky to find such hard working people that support each other and also support me, something I have never really had.

Fawn turned and noticed me staring at which I smiled apologetically.

“Ah! I.M, what can I help you with? You look troubled,“ she says as she walks over to me, smiling sweetly.

“Yes, I actually would like to see you in my office when you get a chance, it’s about Y/n.”

“If this is about the fight, and her being sick, I really don’t want to get in between that,” she says as she bites her lip.

I chuckled, “Don’t worry, that is all between me and her, not to worry, I would never drag you into the middle of that,” I nodded as I turned to walk toward my office. Fawn followed me, nodding in response.

Once we entered my office I sat down, as she followed looking around at the papers scattered around the small room.

“I apologise for the mess, I have been trying to start a new line and it is proving to be more difficult than expected,” I said as I stacked my designs neatly and placed them in a folder.

“Oh, you are just fine sweetie, is that why you haven’t been out on the floor very much?”

I nodded, “That is part of the reason yes.”

A small silence fell between the two of us. She studied my face before she spoke: “You needed to speak with me.”

“Ah yes, we got a little off topic didn’t we,” I said as I smiled at her before continuing. “I wanted to tell you that once y/n returns from her sick days. I will be firing her.”

Fawn’s eyes went wide “What! No! You can’t do that, she does so much for the shop we would be lost without her. You can’t do that I.M.”

I sighed and placed my hands on the desk and looked down at them. “I know Fawn, but due to some recent issues, I have no choice. I uh, my decision is final. I just wanted to let you know so you weren’t surprised when I decide to.”

Fawn shakes her head angrily, “You can’t do this I.M, she is our best tailor. Your reason is not a good enough reason. If this is really because of the argument then I am disappointed that you would put your feelings before your business,” she scolds.

I sigh, slightly irritated before I bite my lip. “Fawn, please don’t ask any further, I have made my decision.”

She leans in closer a furrowing her brow. “I am not leaving until I get a legitimate reason as to why you want to tank your business. Now tell me, what is the real reason.”

Closing my eyes I lean back in my seat drumming my fingers on the arm of the chair before opening my eyes to look at her. “Fine, I will tell you but you can’t tell a soul,” She nodded accepting my request letting me continue to speak. “I have feelings for her, strong feelings. And as much as I have tried to put them aside and stay work appropriate, I can’t keep doing this. It’s breaking me down. She makes it hard for me to do anything, I just want to….I just want to kiss her.”

Fawn smiles slightly, “That isn’t really a good enough reason to fire her, there’s more isn’t there.”

I smirk a little. “Yes, you are wise. That isn’t the only reason I want to fire her. The reason for me sketching, for seeming much more stressed lately is because this new suit line will be featured in New York during New York Fashion Week.”

She gasped, “Oh my, that’s amazing! Congratulations,” she smiled widely before continuing. “But what does that have to do with Y/n? She really needs this job, so if you are going to fire her what do you plan to do?”

“Thanks to a friend of mine he has managed to not only give me this opportunity but also giving me a beautiful studio to work and live in while I am prepping. I have tried to work on everything at the same time, and I can’t do this by myself. I want to hire her to work with me hand in hand with this new collection.”

She takes in everything I say before she chews on her cheek. “But why fire her then, just promote her.”

I shake my head. “No, I don’t want it to be like that. See it as more of a partnering then a boss and worker sort of thing.”

Fawn sighs, “And what if she doesn’t accept you after you fire her?”

I am taken back by the question, I hadn’t even considered this, I glanced over at the folder of designs and tried to think of what I could do. “I would give her her job back and sell the shop back to Shownu.”

Her eyes went wide. “No, you can’t……Does she really mean that much to you?”

I looked over at her, staring straight into her eyes. “Yes.”

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You grunted as you lifted the heavy box from you bedroom out to a living room, placing it atop the rest of the cardboard boxes that were already full. Due to your now lack of a job you could no longer afford to live in your current apartment, luckily a friend of yours was willing to let you stay at her place until you could find another job.

You were still in disbelief of the events that had taken place a week prior. Changkyuns words still ringing in your ear.

Suspicion as to why he fired you was still in your brain, you figured it was because of the argument or maybe because you turned him down and he was waiting for you to do something to fire you. Whatever the reason you couldn’t change it now. No way in hell you would go crawling back begging for forgiveness.

Fawn said she would talk to some of the other shop owners in the area and see if any of them would be able to hire you, but you haven’t heard a thing from her since you left the shop.

Your mind was so in thought you failed to hear the knock at the door until a second knock came from it, causing your thoughts to halt. Who would be here to visit you at this time, everyone knew you were moving.

Sighing deeply you walked over to the door and opened it only to slam it shut, or attempt to anyway, failing as a foot kept it open.

“Let me talk before you just slam the door in my face,” Changkyun says quietly as he opened the door to look at you.

“And why should I even give you a reason to talk to me? How the hell do you even know where I live!” you shout angrily as you attempt to push the door closed.

You could hear him chuckle, clearly not struggling at all to keep the door open as he slides more of his body through the opening. “I took you home once, remember that?”

Suddenly you stopped and looked up at him, remembering the night he took you home after a long shift at work. “Oh, yeah. You remember that?”

He took this opportunity to step in fully and close the door behind him. “Yeah, I remember a lot more than you think I do y/n,” he said as he looked at you, a small smile spread across his face as he watches as the slight blush spread across your cheeks.

You shook your head as you watched the smile turn into a smirk, only then did you realise he wasn’t dressed like his normal self. You were so used to seeing him dressed up in a nice luxurious suit, but today he was wearing a pair of grey sweatpants and a pullover black hoodie, his hair, not slicked with gel. He looked normal, and it made you blush even more than you already were. How did the manage to look even better in normal clothes than he did in those nice suits?

“Well, I guess I should tell you why I am here,” he breaks the silence as he shifts his standing position, glancing over to see the boxes next to you. “Good, you’re packing this will make this much easier.”

“What? Easier? Changkyun what the hell are you rambling on about. If you are here to ask me to come back to the shop the answer is no,” you say as you fold your arms over your chest, giving him a smirk.

“Trust me, I wasn’t asking for you to come back. The shop will be fine without you,” you open your mouth to protest but he continues before you can say a word. “I came to offer you a better job offer. With me.”

You lift your brow, suddenly intrigued as to what he could possibly be referring to. “Continue.”

“There is a lot I have been keeping from you because I didn’t know it would happen myself. The sketches you saw the other day, yes I am working on a new line, but it’s not for the shop. It is for New York Fashion Week. A buddy of mine has ties and managed to get me a spot to showcases my new line. It’s going to take a lot more than just me to work on this line, because….because it’s for women.”

Your eyes went wide. “Wait, seriously!” You smile a little, excited for him even though you were still mad at him. It was every designer’s dream to be featured in NYFW, suddenly all his locked up office hours made sense he was stressing about this, in a way it made you feel guilty for accusing him of avoiding you.

He smiled as she saw you beam, “Yes, seriously,“ his face fell into a serious flat line as he sighed quickly before continuing. “I wanted to ask if you would be willing to help me make these designs and help me through this whole process. Your tailoring skills are the best I have ever seen, please Y/n. I will pay for everything for you, just help me with this. I can pay you if you would like, double the amount you were making at the shop..,” he rambled on, throwing out any offer he could come up with.

You cut him off “Chankyun, I would love to do it. But, you must tell me why you fired me first. I am still very bitter over that.”

“I…,” he looks down at his feet. “I know it was a stupid move, but the reason I fired you was so I could have you full time for this project, and I didn’t want your coworkers to think I was favouring you.”

You laughed as you saw how guilty he felt for firing you. “OKAY! Firstly, they would have been over the moon about this opportunity for me. They wouldn’t have been jealous or thought you were favouring me at all. Secondly, before I agree. Where would we be making these designs.”

He smirked, “The same friend of mine has offered to let us create the designs in a studio in New York.”

You bit your lip as you thought about everything, did you really want to move out to New York for the next six or seven months to help him work on his designs. You looked at your packed things, you were already packed, it wouldn’t be too hard to tell your friends never mind.

But did you really want to be close to the guy who told you when you first met him that you would be his? Did you really want to be close to a guy you felt like you were starting to fall for, even though you told yourself to stop thinking such things?

“Well, what do you say? Join me in New York sweetheart?” He held out his hand to you, waiting for your response.

You winced at the nickname, he really did push your buttons, didn’t he? But realising what other option would you have? This could not only help his career but also help you. You could end up making designs for some of the best designers if you agreed to this with him.

Looking up at him you studied his face, his beautiful brown eyes sparkled with anticipation and a slight hint of nervousness, his bottom lip, swollen from him biting it out of nervousness for your response, he looked beautiful and it made your heart beat quickly.

As much as you wished you weren’t falling for his charms you really were, but could you be professional with him?

You stood there for what felt like ages, weighing your options before deciding.

“Deal,” you said as you shook his hand. “When do we leave?”

A wide smile spread across his face, “A week from tomorrow.”


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Day 2 of Royai Week
Rated: T(?) | Words: 2709

It is the end of line, Colonel.

We’re here on this day. It has taken us 15 years, but we’re here. Your efforts will always be appreciated and recognized as one of the drivers of the new era for Amestris. Effective immediately, you are hereby relieved of your duties as adjutant to the Fuhrer and will be given your own unit, quite like back then. I hope you don’t take this personally, but this is how it was always going to be. We’ve met our goals and now the professional thing to do is to go our separate ways.

Fuhrer Roy Mustang

P.S. Please come to the inauguration ball. I’d like to see Grumman again and he needs someone to escort him.

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never thought i’d have to do a motherfricking psa but here i am motherfrickers.

this is something that isn’t really affecting me though. it’s an issue that has been bugging several of my friends to the point of stress and panic attacks.

over the course of god knows how long some of my pals have been harassed constantly for interaction, with those muses being shoved down both the mun and muse’s throats. and whenever they do take action (as in addressing the issue calmly or even blocking them), the one that has been pushing their buttons plays the god damn victim and eventually has their butt buddies gang up on them, causing them more distress.

now lemme tell you that has to mcfucking stop.

this may come across as shocking, but there is a living, breathing person with F E E L I N G S behind the muse and the blog itself. these poor souls don’t want trouble, and they just want to have fun, but they can’t do that if someone’s going to be an asshole and ruin it for them, and i’m fed up.

if you go up to them and ask to roleplay or whatever and they turn you down, don’t press them any further. move on, find someone else that would probably like to talk to you. don’t guilt trip, and definitely don’t force your muse on them.

the ones that have been dealing with this problem don’t deserve it. they’re all very sweet people who just can’t deal with this anymore. they’ve broken down, succumb to stress, all that bad stuff, and it’s heartbreaking. i can’t stand to watch them go through this anymore.

tldr; don’t be an asshole. respect people that tell you to back off.

merlin fandom is growing and i am so damn happy about it that i’ve decided to make a new masterlist (the ones that existed don’t seem updated anymore) to gather and love everyone.
if you are a bbc merlin muse, reblog this post with your muse’s name in the tags and once i have a page done, i’ll update this post with the list.

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  • Request: AAAA A GRACE TO POWERFUL TO NAME WAS AMAZING! Could you do something where the reader returns and finds Alex in a relationship with Eliza? Not married yet though? Something preferably with a happy ending would be perfect. Thanks for your time and have a good day!

A/N: The final part! Luckily I got this up today. I may get another one up but I’m not sure. Monday is the start of my three week course and I’m not sure how much I’ll get written. Hopefully I’ll be able to write something but I’m not sure. Afterwards, I should have a lot more time. Just be patient with me for a few more weeks then I should have more frequent posting again.

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“I think I’m going to go back.” You mused. “I know that’s the last thing you want. But, Dad, I think that’s where I need to be. After all, I have nothing left here anymore.” You sighed as you stood at your father’s grave, talking to him as you often did. He passed away only a few years after returning to England. As you tried to make England home again, you found yourself missing the little shops that the colonies had, its charming atmosphere. You also missed one man that the colonies had.

You looked down at the ring on your right hand. The stone still glittered. However, part of the band was tarnished where you continually rubbed it with your thumb, a fidgety habit you’d developed. You had told yourself you’d find someone new and then you’d take off the ring. You never did find anyone, though. And, if you were honest, you never really looked. You were stuck on a loud, smart ass who helped defeat your father and all the soldiers who stood by him. You were stuck on some Caribbean bastard who could sway your beliefs with a few papers or writings. An arrogant ass who is responsible for your home burning.

Yet you still loved Alexander. And by some miracle, after all you had done to betray him and hurt him, he forgave you. At least you thought he did. It seemed like a cruel joke. He asked to marry you, planned a meet up, and then failed to show up. But he stared after the boat as you sailed away. You sighed. Maybe if you met Alexander again, if you had nothing that could ruin the meet-up, you could finally figure things out. Maybe the two of you could finally be…happy.

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Foster the People interview: 'This record had its own pressure'

About halfway through “Loyal Like Sid & Nancy”, singer Mark Foster segues into a spoken-word piece that recalls Gene Wilder’s memorable lines in Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory, complete with that ominous bassline running beneath it.

It’s one of many moments that should surprise fans who listened to Foster the People’s first two records. Sacred Hearts Club is an album by a band who seem to have finally broken away from the trappings of what people think they are.

They’re in London for the Somerset House series, and Foster – who has a fresh tattoo on his arm – and keyboardist Isom Innis, who joined the band as an official member this year after touring with them since 2010 (“it feels exactly the same”) are detailing how the album came together.

“We were totally referencing that [moment in the film],” Foster nods. “Actually there was a different variation of the lyrics… so the beat dropped and we actually did this…”

He starts to sing: “A world of pure imagination, take a look, and you’ll see/into your imagination…” And then the beat came back in, “duh duh dom”, and there was this instrumental string thing. We played with it for a few days then ended up scrapping it.

“It’s been interesting, making this record,” he continues. “We started working on it at the end of the Supermodel tour. When we’d catch a few weeks off me and Isom [Innis] would go into a studio in LA or wherever we were and just start writing. And when we finally ended the tour for that, for the first year we just wrote as much as possible. Verse chorus vibe was kind of our rule.”

By the end of that year the band had about 100 ideas to choose from, and the record had begun to take shape – with plenty of twists and turns along the way. What began with a 60s psychedelic influence transitioned to something altogether more “weird”, which Foster credits to Innis’ skills as a beatmaker.

“On ‘Sid & Nancy’ it was originally this atonal kind of beat that you hear in the verses, like an atonal dance track,” Innis exlains. “Mark took it in the studio, added a chord progression, arranged a song that was really meant to be in the dance world. And that’s when it started to transform.”

Members of the band are split between LA and Nashville, which seem to have overtaken New York as the creative hubs of America, where artists from the US, the UK and everywhere in-between are forming their own communities.

“I think you can have a more comfortable life as a musician there, in terms of having your gear and moving around,” Innis suggests. “I lived in Boston for four or five years and would commute to New York to play gigs. New York City became so expensive, all the recording studios started shutting down because they couldn’t afford rent anymore…”

“I moved to LA when I was 18 and it was a piece of s*** city,” Foster says. “It was terrible. You had the weather and the ocean which were great, but it’s really developed in the last six or seven years.”

For Foster the People, LA has been “a very generous muse, for a long time”. You can hear it on Supermodel, this sort of wry, suspicious look at artificial beauty. But the band have widened their gaze, and Sacred Hearts Club is a more critical look at global issues that Foster would see every morning when he turned on the news.

“For the past two years I felt like I’ve woken up and something has happened that is tragic,” he says. “A bombing, a terrorist thing, refugee crisis, the political situation with Trump, with the DNC leaks, watching what happened with Brexit and seeing nationalism rise around the world, racism, homophobia… All these things I thought we were evolving past as humans seem to have come back in full force.

"It was an interesting narrative, walking into the studio with that being on my shoulders from that morning. And for us it was really important, it became clear that as artists we wanted to make something that was joyful and unifying, and remind people that life is still beautiful. Supermodel is very pointed, politically, because I feel like we were pretty apathetic and living in a bubble.

"The world seemed in some way pretty comfortable, it didn’t really care what was going on in other places, and that record was very much like… I wanted to slap people a little bit, throw some cold water on them. This record, it would have felt wrong to do that. I felt like people needed a hug.”

After Trump won the election, explicit statements from artists were released in full force; artists who were angry at the world they lived in, at the people making the decisions, and perhaps also at themselves for not speaking out sooner.

“Look, I was fighting like hell before the election, to try and get people to vote against him,” Foster says. “But after he got elected, I started to realise that I really wanted to unite people. That political race was so polarising, these two extreme factions seemed more divided and more volatile against each other than ever. The last thing I wanted to do was add gasoline to that fire.”

While there was plenty to say on the record, the band maintained a strong level of self-discipline. Some of the songs started out at seven-10 minutes; the outro on the closing track used to be much longer.

“I’m really glad we cut it down because we ended up sequencing it all for vinyl, to flow in one continuous listen,” Innis says. “That outro on the final track is one of my personal, favourite moments on the record.”

“We had that saying which was 'no stone left unturned’,” Foster adds “So we took the ideas in many different ways and there was this process of construction and deconstruction.”

Sacred Hearts Club brings in plenty more of the catchy-as-hell pop hooks that Foster is such a master of, but there are also plenty of nods to DIY punk and post-punk, dance, and hip hop.

“We’ve always loved to play in the grey areas between genres,” Innis says. “All of our favourite records do that. 2000’s Donuts, J Dilla - that’s like the manual of hip hop production. When you start making beats and writing, it comes out of your subconscious. You’re not sitting down necessarily to emulate a certain record, but you play this pattern and realise there are 10 different influences that caused it.”

“We wondered whether we wanted these different sounds we were creating to interact with one another… or to separate it,” Foster says. “And as we continued to write, the sounds started to come closer again, intersect in a way that felt like we wanted to put it on one record. The records that excite me the most are the ones that take me on a ride.”

“Growing up playing the drums I idolised Questlove from an early age,” Innis says. “Phrenology was the first Roots record that I ever heard, and that was like my introduction to hip hop. The first song on there is in the hip hop vein, and then track three is a blast beat, hardcore punk track, like an exclamation mark. If you look at that record, they’re all over the place, and it fits together so well. I’m about to be 30, and people around my age and younger were just used to playlists, putting Johnny Cash on the same mixtape as Jay Z - that’s where that comes from, I think.”

It’s an interesting point that few other artists have pointed out in interviews - that as much as we like to thank streaming for a younger generation’s adaptability at genre crossovers, it’s been going on for a little longer than that. There’s still that problem with attention spans, though, and how a band can keep fans interested when they’re constantly demanding something new. To sate their appetite, at least for a short while, Foster the People released an EP before Sacred Hearts Club as an aperitif, giving them a hint of what was to come.

“Even with Kendrick’s record Damn., when it dropped it was this incredible deep record,” Innis says. “And To Pimp A Butterfly, as well. A week later people were sniffing around like ‘what’s next?’. So with people’s attitudes to music today, it’s hard to sustain their attention.”

Perhaps this is partly why the end process for Sacred Hearts Club saw the band re-mastering the album another two times, after thinking that they were done.

“I don’t even know how it happened, but I’m so thankful that it did, because it doesn’t normally happen this way,” Foster says. “We have this ritual of getting together, pouring a drink and then sequencing each record. Then we’ll listen to it top to bottom, change a few things until it feels right. So we sequenced Sacred Hearts Club, and then halfway through I just had this sinking feeling come over me.

"I paused it and said ‘guys it’s not done. It’s too long, it’s bloated’. And luckily, our label and management talked separately about it afterwards and they agreed. We’d been working so hard to finish it… but to open that back up again, it was so painful.”

“More power to Mark, because I was ready. I was almost ready to say ‘we’re done, it’s mastered, it’s great’,” Innis says. “But he really pushed for us to go back. I think it took me a night to really think about it.”

“We added stuff like 'Orange Dream’, 'Time To Get Closer’, to tie things together,” Foster explains. “We ended up cutting about five minutes. 'Pay the Man’ has a whole other verse that no one’s ever heard.”

On Supermodel he experimented with the way he wrote songs, making lyrics the priority. Before then, he would listen to the music, flip the mic on and then channel “whatever energy there was that day”.

“And after the initial response to a song, that was where a lot of the most pure ideas would come from,” he says. “It was like spiritual improvisation.

"Supermodel was way more methodical, and in some ways I think it has some of the best lyrics I ever wrote, but it doesn’t have the same life, or the cadence. So I kind of went back to how I was doing it before… or a mix of the two.”

“Those were some of my favourite moments in the recording process,” Innis says smiling, “when Mark would go in the booth and open up and just channel these vowels and certain words until all of a sudden something would come into the room. Like on the bridge for 'Doing It For The Money’, he was vamping and it was ‘silicon rush’. I don’t know where that came from.”

“This record, it had its own pressure on it,” Foster nods. “It was me and a creative kindred spirit locking ourselves in our own studio, with nobody in the room who could ‘contaminate the water’. No one who could put their hands on it and change it. We had absolute freedom and time to explore things and get weird and not judge it.

"It was a very non-judgemental process until the very end, and I think the last six months, at that point we put on a different hat that was more methodical. And I think learning from this process, it’s something that I would repeat again.”

Sacred Hearts Club, the new album from Foster the People, is out now via Columbia Records

               First off I can’t believe i’m still here. I’ve been through a lot in the past year , and there were times I was ready to leave RP for good. But thanks to the amazing people i’ve met here ( past & present ) I decided to keep going. When I first began this account I wasn’t confident in where it would lead me. I had an idea , a story & a character who I still hold dear to my heart. And as much as I doubted myself , people gave me a chance. They allowed Shou into their hearts and lives without a second thought. And even though I have gone multi , I still have the support of the amazing people I have met along the way. So I want to say thank you to those who stuck by my side. Old & new and those I have just met. Thank you for making me realize how much I love being here. How much I love writing and meeting new people every day. I may not be the quickest RP partner but you all want to talk to me anyways. I’m probably one of the luckiest people alive to have found the best people here. So Thank you once again for renewing my love of writing , and for giving me a reason to continue what I love everyday. I wouldn’t still be here without you. ♡♡♡♡

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PLEASE REMEMBER TUMBLR IS NOT PERFECT AND NEITHER AM I  —  sometimes i miss asks or tumblr ate them like a jerk. sometimes i miss replies or my activity page had a moment / derped and i can’t find it. sometimes i miss starters or perhaps just maybe my tag broke. sometimes i just have muse for some threads and not other ones. sometimes all i’m in the mood to do is lurk the dashboard. sometimes it’s that i’m just overwhelmed and there are too many asks or too many drafts and i just need some time… no matter which of these may be the situation? please never think i’m trying to be an asshole or that i’m ignoring you.