i made this a few days ago when i didnt have internet

Today, I fucked up... by picking up a hitchhiker and then showing up to my own funeral

This happened a few years ago and I was living in Zimbabwe at the time, and I was having a pretty bad day, I was going to see my auntie who lived about 400km away from me. If youre african you’ll understnad that this was no small journey. So I got in my car and set off and about 3 hours into the journey i came across a Dude by the side of the road who was going in the same direction, so out of the goodness of my heart i said jump in. we go to talking and he happened to be going to exact same village as me and he knew my auntie!.

Half an hour passes and we’re making polite chit chat and reminiscing about old times in zimbabwe, when all of a sudden he tell me to pull over, so I do. he runs out of the car and starts making wretching noises, so i assume he’s throwing up, its dark at this point so i cant really see much, so i go check on him ( first mistake). I get out and go to his side expecting him to be there but he’s not…..Then I here someone behind and me and before i know it im unconcious! so I wake up a couple hours later( iknow this becuase the sun was coming up at this point) without my car, clothes or wallet. so im thinking great. i look around and see im on some farmland wearing the giys clothes. SO i start walking in no particular direction and eventually come across a settlement.

I explain to them my situation and they tell me that the nearest main road is at least a good half a days walk from where I am and they dont get many cars coming through this part but they heard one last night ( which might be our thief). I start walking in the direction they point me in and after what felt like forever i come acroos a road, so I pitch up and start waiting, ( now i know most of you are thinking why not call someone, i had no phone with me and I dont have the best memory so I didnt know any numbers that would come in handy). after a couple of hours a car stops and lets me hitch I let him know the situaion and he says we’re in the complete opposite direction of my intended destination but he’s willing to drop me close enough to walk the rest of the way to which I thought great!

its takes a good two days to get there and he drops me off and i say my goodbyes to my driver, I take down his number so i can repay him later on. At this point im starting to recoginise my surroundings, I walk for a few miles and as im getting closer to my aunties i can here a lots of singing and what appears to be a large crowd which i though was strange. Im about 100 feet from the house and i see my Son which again i thought was strange because he was meant to be in school at this time, but instead of running to me and hugging me as he normally does…he runs away screaming to my complete bewilderment. I get to the the gate and all of a sudden the large crowd alerted by my sons scream has stopped singing and is stood silent. my wife appears and starts to run towards me hugging and kissing me like Ive been gone for months. My auntie appears and immediately faints when she sees me.

I still have no clue whats going on at this point and im exhausted, so we rush to get my auntie inside and I see my picture ontop of a large box that resembles a coffin sitting in the living room….

So it turns out that the guy who robbed me and made off with my car my wallet and all my clothes was in a car crash so bad that they couldnt identify the body and because the only things they could use to identify him was my wallet, they assumed it was me that had died in the crash. since there was no body of sorts they could arrange the funeral preety quickly and that is what I had stumbled upon. My son still has nightmares to this day and and my wife has told me never to pick up a hitch hiker ever again.

TL;DR Got carjacked, robber died and family thought it was me, they arrange my funeral and I somehow manage to stumble upon my own funeral.

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Every Possible Past

Lars sat with his knees pulled close to his body, leaning against the rough-hewn surface of the kindergarten wall. He trailed his finger through the thin coating of dirt on the rockbed floor. He drew distracted shapes and wrote out words and names in the dirt, all of which he wiped clean and started anew, his brow furrowed.

Pad watched from behind. Unseeable, her eye flickered between Lars and the drawings in the dirt. She picked up the hem of her dress and moved to his side, sitting down with only a few inches of space between them. Lars said nothing. Pad didn’t either, for a while.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“Me? Nothing,” Lars muttered. He erased a smiling sun and started anew. “Thinking.”

“…About?” Pad asked after a moment of hesitation.

“Stuff,” he answered. He picked his hand up from the dirt, seemingly lost for what to do. “Like, about this. Here.” Lars motioned to the rock walls stretching too high to measure, filtering through just enough light to see the rock dust trailing through the air, large and enveloping. “Where I’m stuck. Forever, maybe. And I’m thinking about if just…if I coulda avoided any of this if I’d just stopped being a coward sooner. That ‘stuff’.”

“Oh,” Pad answered. She stuck her own finger in the dirt, tracing squiggles. “No, you couldn’t have. You don’t have to worry about that.”

Lars blinked. “I didn’t even explain.”

“You’re concerned that your fate may have been avoided if you had helped Steven escape from Topaz sooner.” Pad added her own smiley face among the squiggles in the dirt. “Or perhaps if you had saved your blond friend on the ship when Aquamarine and Topaz descended upon you.”

Lars straightened, back against the stone wall. Then he pushed himself standing. “How do you know this stuff?”

Pad paused, her finger trailing midway through the dust. “Oh. Oh of course. My future vision is broken. It can only see the past.”

“So you can see…what, everything that happened?”

“And everything that might have happened. Like an endless tree.” She stood, and dusted herself off. “Most Sapphires can see all the possible things that might happen. I can only see the things that might have happened.”

Lars swallowed, and he stammered, and slowly he found the words. “The things that might have happened.”

“Yes.”

“So you can tell me what would have happened to me if I’d done this differently.”

“Oh, yes!”

“What would have happened if uh…what if I had helped Sadie when she needed help on the ship?”

Pad remained silent for a few seconds. A hollow wind blew through the caverns. “Ah yes, I see that vision now. You would have plummeted into the water with all the human others. And Steven would have vanished on the ship. You would have returned solemnly to your home. The next morning, you would have entered into a building with a large ring on the top.”

“The Big Donut.”

“Yes. That’s what the sign would have said.”

“What about Sadie?”

Another few seconds of silence. Pad clasped her hands together. “She would be there too. But you would not speak much with her. The disappearance of Steven would have left you both in turmoil.”

Lars wrung his hands together. “Okay… okay okay. That would have happened a couple days ago, yeah? What would be happening right now? If I was home? Where would I be?”

Pad shook her head. “Oh. I can’t see the possible presents.”

Lars licked his lips. Then he nodded. “Okay so…if I asked you tomorrow, would you be able to tell me what would have happened today? If I never left home?”

“Oh, yes. Yes, I would be able to tell you that.”

“Okay. Okay then.” Lars leaned against the wall, sinking slowly down it. He patted the dusty ground beside him. “If you’ve got some time now. Then could you tell me what um—if I had gotten off that ship, and stayed home—what would I have done yesterday?”

Pad picked up the hem of her dress and dropped into the offered spot. She fell silent a few moments before her mouth opened. “You would have returned to your place of work once more—the Big Donut. And you would have spoken to Sadie. She would have been difficult to console, as would you, but you would have triumphed eventually. She would have laughed at a humorous remark you found from the internet. This would have made you proud.”

Ten years pass quickly for Gems, not so much for humans. Lars wasn’t sure how these last ten years had passed for him, slow and fast at the same time. His physical body has not changed much, though his hair has grown much longer.

Lars leaned his back against the rough stone wall, free of dust now, and he waited for Pad to appear by his side.

When she did, Lars sunk to the ground, knees against his chest, and patted the same spot as always—as he did every day—for Pad to sit.

“So…tell me about yesterday. If I had stayed home, what would have happened yesterday?” Lars asked with urgency. It was the same question he had asked every day of the last ten years, but he was anxious now. He knew what might occur.

Pad smiled. She clasped her hands together. “You would have taken Sadie out to a food place along the beach. It would have been the one she told you she loved as a small human. And you would have taken that polished and cut stone out of your pocket, in the soft black box, and you would have presented it to her. You would have lowered yourself onto one knee first, and unfurled the box, and said, ‘Sadie, would you marry me?’”

Lars’s heart pounded in his ears. He swallowed dryly, leaning in. “What would she have said?”

“She would have said ‘Of course Lars. Of course.’”

Lars let out a strained breath, a noise of relief, or perhaps disbelief. He blinked harder, and leaned back against the wall, and traced his hand through the dirt. “Oh my god… Oh my god she would have said yes. She would have said yes.”

“Yes, she would have,” Pad answered.

The noise Lars made was soft, and wet, and it echoed out. Bouncing against the vast and dark heights of the kindergarten walls, absorbed and deflected in the cold hollow shells of Gems long extracted. And then it was lost to the cavern, that isolated and dark sealed off place. Inescapable.

A hollow wind replaced it.

Lars’s hand traced the shape of a heart in the dust, and the small strained noises from his throat dried up until only tears leaked down his cheeks. His hand stopped once it trembled too hard to trace anything more.

anonymous asked:

okay okay what if nico was a popular instagrammer or youtuber or something?? and one night he notices a fuckton of notifications from this user (will). and then they talk? bam inTernEt loVe

as someone who does not have an instagram,,,,,,,,,,,,,, i hope u enjoy whatever this is,,,,,,,,,,,,, ((also i did a youtuber au a while ago so thats right here))

  • so nico is technically ‘instafamous’ or w.e like he has about 100k followers and even he doesnt understand it bc originally it had just been bc hazel took pictures of him that looked pretty cool so he made an instagram to keep track of all of the pictures and then started taking some himself that all had the same kind of vibe as the pictures of him and then out of nowhere he had a ton of people liking and commenting on his pictures
  • after like a year hes pretty used to it and he even turns off his notifications bc theyre starting to get annoying but then every so often when he gets bored he’ll go back through and look at some of the comments and messages he gets
    • one of them ends up being some company that offers him money to advertise some of their stuff on his account and they end up sending him a ton of free clothes for him to wear in pictures and w.e
  • so theres one time when he just randomly starts looking through his notifs and almost every picture hes posted has been liked by someone called sunshine.solace and when nico actually looks closer at the likes he can see that its only pictures of him that have been liked??? never anything thats just for the aesthetic, only pictures of nico himself
    • so nico checks out this guys account and its clearly just some random person nobody thats also instafamous but the few pictures that nico can find of sunshine solace himself are some pretty quality pictures of a very attractive guy
    • also will’s profile flat out says in the description that his name is will and hes bisexual but nicos eyes kinda like skipped over the name and went straight for ‘this guy is cute and might date me’ so when nico dms him he just says ‘hey sunshine’ without even thinking???? and then runs to find hazel and screams about what an idiot he is he didnt think this through at all???????????????
  • i dont really want to get into the details of like the online part of the relationship but they meet up irl and date bc they actually live pretty close to each other and they start showing up on each others instas in very subtle ways
    • nico’s pictures always have like super dark vibes to them and wills are always bright and usually have yellow or orange in them somewhere so when will posts a picture of a sunflower field with somewhere wearing all black standing in the middle of the pic its a little unusual for him
    • after theyve been together for a little while nico posts a picture of the hickies on wills neck and will is INCREDIBLY embarrassed even though nobody could possibly know whos neck that was
  • soon enough they start to get less and less subtle with the pictures theyre posting and will ends up flat out posting a picture of nico wearing his giant yellow sweater laying on will’s bed with a huge smile and its the literal opposite of every picture of nico that exists on the internet and bc of that one picture people find out that the two of them are together and then will gets swarmed with constant messages and he gets like a thousand new followers every day its crazy
  • nico keeps up his dark aesthetic insta but the people that follow both him and will realize pretty quick that nico is so much happier than he was letting on that whole time

thank u for the suggestion i hope this is at least a little bit realistic!!!

Hold On To Let Go Chapter 3

Chapter three has finally been written so here, take it. Please remember that I obsessively check to see if my works have gotten any feedback, so please comment and/or reblog if you liked it! It means a lot to me! Seriously, even just a bunch of random letters or words would make my heart soar.

Big thanks to @puns-and-fics for inspiring this, and @jamilton-central for putting up with my infrequent update schedule. I don’t know what I’d do without you two.


Thomas walked up the street, from the bus stop to the school courtyard. Soft rays of sunlight bounced off his dark curls of hair, framing his obviously fake smile. At least, it seemed fake to Thomas. But that was because he knew. At least James couldn’t tell, the shorter man running up to him and grinning.

“Tommy!’ James exclaimed, elated at the sight of his friend. “You’re never gonna believe what happened earlier!”


“What is it, Jemmy?” Thomas asked, happy to leave behind his inner thoughts in exchange for one of James’s stories.

“Well, you know how in Mr.Franklin’s class we have that research and debate project coming up, the one where you have partners?” James inquired hurriedly, talking a mile a minute. “Well, you got paired up with Alexandwhore!” He exclaimed, laughing slightly at the title they’d made up for the scrawny nerd during Freshman year.

“Why is that a good thing, Jemmy?” Thomas muttered, trying to hide the look of pain on his face. He would have to work with Alexander, who was the boy he’d been harrassing for years, and simultaneously the boy he’d been falling in lo- the boy who was his platonic soulmate.

“Because,” James answered smugly. “It gives us the perfect opportunity for what I would like to consider the perfect prank!”

Thomas eyed James suspiciously. “Your pranks usually end with someone in the emergency room, Jemmy.”


“Well, it’s only Alexandwhore, so it won’t matter where he ends up. Do you remember last year when it was a fairly bad storm outside, and that loser could barely speak?”

Thomas remembered that day faintly. It had been last spring, near the end of winter. Alexander had been a shivering mess, asking to leave the class as soon as the first bolt of lightning struck miles away. “Yeah, so what?”

“Well, I did some research- it’s surprising what you can find on the internet- and I think I know why he was like that. Turns out that on Nevis, or wherever it is he’s from, there was a hurricane when he was a kid. So now he can’t stand storms or something. That’s where my plan comes in. RIght before you do your presentation, we play some storm noises, dim the lights, and make it seem like a horrible storm is happening. Then, once Alexandwhore is terrified, we force him to go do the presentation in front of everyone.”

“That’s a terrible plan.”

“You have to admit that it’d work. All you have to do is get him in the right place at the right time so that I can do my technical stuff.”

“And Burr? What does Aaron know of this?”

“He said something about a code of honor, and how he needed to remain impartial on the situation of Hamilton- basically, Aaron’s a buzzkill, but he won’t tell anyone if we go through with it. So…you in?” James asked, raising an eyebrow.

Thomas felt his heart sink at the idea of doing such a thing to his soulmate. Even if Thomas didn’t love the other teen, this would be a cruel thing to do to his ‘other half’. But this wasn’t his soulmate. Nobody knew except him. Not even Alexander. And Thomas knew that he wouldn’t think twice before doing such a thing to a bastard, orphan, whore’s son, undeserving, smartass-

“I’m in.”


Click, click, click, went the linoleum tile beneath Alexander’s feet. His arm was covered in dark green scribbles, and the scribbles were covering up his- he didn’t need to think about that. Not at all. His sleeves were down, and it was a particularly cold day, so wouldn’t have to worry about someone accidentally seeing the marks on his wrists. Not at all.

Locker doors slammed open and shut carelessly down the hall, the metallic clangs melding together with the dozens of conversations happening at once, a few words stringing together each time he passed a group of people. One moment it was ‘she smells wine and cheap’ and the next it was a simple ‘cooler than a vintage cassette’, as if people still used those.

He kept his head down, denying himself the ability to see exactly who was around him. It was more in an effort to remain inconspicuous than to block his eyesight, but Alexander was willing to use either excuse while trapped in his thoughts. The world was quiet, but a strange sense of quiet. The type of quiet one can only find in the midst of a crowd of teenagers and the air thick with gossip.

Eventually, he reached his first class of the day, U.S. History. It wasn’t his favorite, per say, but he was smarter than to call it his most hated subject. After all, in this class, the only member of his group of tormentors that was here was Jefferson, and he sat across the room. That was as good as it would get.

Rushing in through the open door, he scurried away from the pressing crowd of his peers and walked into the artificially-lit room. There was Mr.Franklin, smiling at him politely, and the classroom half-full of people who simply wanted to avoid the noise and pressure of the halls before the first class of the day, and, of course, the memo board. It was typically bare, save for the crumpled flyer for a musical that the school had put on years ago, but today was different. Today, a neon green piece of paper was tacked to the board.

Walking over to it, he furrowed his brow at the list of names before reading the title of the page. ‘Group assignments’, it said, in overly curvy font which Mr.Franklin had most likely chosen for no reason other than the fact that it seemed amusing at the time, as most his choices appeared to be.

Scanning the page, Alexander’s heart stopped beating for just a moment when he read the words next to his own name.

Typed neatly on the paper in a font that Alexander had never even seen before was the name Alexander Hamilton, with a line attaching it to another name he knew all too well.

Thomas Jefferson.

anonymous asked:

hi sunbaenim!!!!! so i want to ask you something.... have you seen few days ago kaisoo? where they both use red-stripped shirts and when kyungsoo backhugged jongin? i noticed... jongin want to pull soo's hands so he could fully hug him but soo's restraining and jongin let his hands go... did you see it too? or is it only me who get delulu;_; and when it comes to skinship in front of airing camera, sometimes kyungsoo seems always restraining, am i right?

ey there!!! you’re talking about this one right?

and yes, i have seen the video (when kaisoo was about to do their thing, the video stopped), it seems jongin wanted soo to fully back-hug him but soo was like ‘no we’re on public lemme just put my hands on your waist to satisfy our thirst for each other’

“and when it comes to skinship in front of airing camera, sometimes kyungsoo seems always restraining” yes anon, i feel the same, and the reason (that i believe) is not bc soo isnt fond of skinship with jongin or not bc ”kaisoo is one sided” (it’s not. never will and never was one sided - soo has been koala-ing on jongin since the start of exo, just look at their predebut picts) but bc ksoo is more aware of his surrounding while (sometimes) jongin isnt 

now lemme show you few examples of kaisoo and the camera

soo noticed the camera while jongin didnt (he grabbed soo’s hand while talking to baek, so he was kinda preoccupied to notice the camera was there in front of them) 

idk if the look soo had on his face could be counted as an uncomfortable expression bc imo he didnt look troubled imo, he looked a lil bit shocked (like ‘aw shit they see us’) mixed with a lil bit of shyness[?] but not uncomfortable, and it seems he was kind of enjoying the feeling of jongin’s hand on his skin and body (also look at the prev gif, he grabbed jongin’s hand with the both of his hands at the same time he made eyecontact with the camera, then the second gif he kind of leaded their [his and jongin’s] hands lower, like he was trying to hide it under the table so the camera wouldnt be able to record it)

jongin stopped rubbing soo’s ear when he noticed there was a camera filming them (and it seems soo didnt notice the camera bc he let jongin touches him and he didnt make ‘oh no they see us’ face)

then he quickly covered it by moving his hand off from soo’s ear to soo’s shoulder so it would seem as if he touched soo just bc he needed the leverage to change his pose/stance

my point is, i think both of them are the same (trying to restrain themselves from touching each other if there is camera filming them), but (imo) jongin seems a lil bit unaware of his surrounding when he is around soo (he sometimes forgets there is a camera in the room / they are in public place), but also at the same time i feel like he does this [touching soo] on purpose, not for the sake of fanservice (bc it’s too subtle to be recognize as one) but for the sake of telling the prying eyes (cue to soo’s thirsty fanboys - lemme throw a fact that soo has gathered more fanboys with his acting skill - and the fanboys im talking about not just regular fanboys but those who have the access to see/talk to soo irl not just spazz over him on internet/tv) something 

prob im just seeing things (since im deluded biased trash with with no credibility whatsoever), prob SM has planned all of this (yeah right /roll eyes/ if SM did plan all of this kaisoo whole thing, they should plan the world domination), idk, but honestly this is how i see them

as always, sorry for the late reply, since im in exam week rn (fortunately this hell will be over soon)… and sorry if it’s long and bothering y’all especially non-shippers who browse tumblr via phone and get annoyed bc they have to scroll down skipping this bullshit post 

The BBA: Past and Future

Hey everybody!

First off I’d like to say thank you very much for following - you are my very first blog followers, and I am flattered that you are interested in what I might have to post on here.

One of the reasons I never had a blog before (besides being inherently terrible at keeping up with stuff, even basic human tasks like laundry and dishes) is that I was never quite sure what I’d say.

I think the majority of people know my name with its connection to The Blackblood Alliance, so maybe it makes sense for my first post If I explain a little why I discontinued the project in the first place, and now why I think it’s worth picking back up again to run in a new direction with it.

The first book I ever bought for myself was White Fang. I read the shit out of that book. And I always was a fan of sequential art. Calvin and Hobbes was an enormous influence on me (I mean wasn’t it for everyone?) and one day, around 17 years ago I started drawing my own adventure comic. I didn’t have any “real life” friends, but I had internet friends (yeah, i was on the net super young) and so I brought us together on the page. And oh yeah we were dogs. Because dogs.

Notice that this is page 92. Every day I would sit there and just draw whatever came into my head. No planning, no “plot”. I eventually started to bore myself with coming up with “ok who pops out at them after they spend a few panels walking and shooting the shit?” and dropped it to entertain myself with god knows what other weird passion struck me at the moment.

I spent a few years doing “funnies” for small local publications, like the highschool newsletter and the Newsletter of the dogsledding organisation I was involved with.

“Stumpet and Meep” was about an obsessive white pomeranian with a dark imagination who was in love with her owner. “Kaltag” was about friendless, clumsy sleddog who is terrible at his job and collects Last Place trophies because Hey It’s Something.

The vast majority of these were 3 to 4 panel strips and are lost to the ages (probably for the best, I have always been terribly unfunny) but here are a couple that I still have.

In the one above, I found that I quite enjoyed the more “serious” panels of Meep’s world as a wolf. So I thought maybe I should explore that.

I grabbed stack of printer paper and a pencil and sat on the bed and again, no plot or ideas or plan, drew this:

At this point I had a Deviantart account so started posting this up for my (again internet) friends who played Furcadia and were also interested in wolves, and the rest is history.

A while later, a reader did some fanart for me. I liked it so much (especially her beautiful environment painting) that I asked her if she would like to team up with me. Together we redid my old pages to make some prettier stuff. For comparison, here is one of the last pages we produced:

We were definitely producing something that looked pretty good, if I may say so myself. I was never ashamed at how our work looked. But as we went along I became aware of a fatal flaw in the work: I was still writing page-to-page, flying by the seat of my pants. No real plan for anything that was happening. No arcs for any of the characters. Readers waited for sometimes MONTHS for the next page, most patiently, some not, because I was wringing my hands trying to decide what was going to happen on that page.

At this age - I think I was around 17 or 18, I was really impatient with fans and critics alike. I snarked at people who copied my designs too closely and I’d react defensively to criticism. I’d also be outright rude to people I thought were stupid. My public persona stirred up enough dirt that a small pocket of vocal haters cropped up, and then grew. Someone made an Encyclopedia Dramatica page about me, someone went through and altered all the speech bubbles in the comic in a parody, and people were trolling my Deviantart daily, telling me how terrible I was and wishing cancer upon me, etc etc. Amidst all this though, there was always a large number of people who just straight up liked the work and just wanted to see the next page, but somehow I tuned that out and only seemed to notice the hatred.

Offline I was dealing with social anxiety, bad relationships, an eating disorder, and dropped out of college. When my mom was diagnosed with terminal cancer I left my job too. The online pressure on top of all that was getting to be just too much - I was avoiding facing the internet - didnt check email or deviantart or my forum that I’d started where hundreds of members roleplayed in my fantasy wolf universe. People were trying to get a hold of me saying the moderators I had in place were doing crazy stuff to eachother, not to mention just tons of member drama I didnt understand, didnt know how to solve, and just didnt want to deal with.

A typical artist, my greatest fear is of failure. Things weren’t looking too good, I hate myself, everyone hates me, my work is headed nowhere, so why try? Failure is embarrassing. Better not to try and no one see your face, no one know your name, no one see your ugly messy attempts than to try and fall short and be shamed.

When my mother passed away, I lost any stability I had in my life and just broke. I was stuck in a deep mire of depression and never touched comic work again.

Blah blah ok enough life story bullshit. Im not writing any of this stuff to be felt sorry for by the way. I think a lot of people experience things like that - it isn’t anything special. I just want you to know why I suddenly stopped a project that a lot of you I presume had some sort of interest in. So there is all is, the honest truth about it.

In short though Ive spent the 5 years getting my shit together. I think I’m finally there, in a good place.

So what does one ideally do when youve found a good place? Do what you love, I think. And I really love making comics.

I considered starting an entirely different universe, in a different time period with different characters that were different animals. And yeah, I still want to make animal comics, not people comics, because I like talking animals and there aren’t enough of them in comics and graphic novels. Superheroes still dominate.

But even if I didn’t like the story details, I always liked the Blackblood Alliance world, and I think thats what other people liked too. Abandoning that forever seemed sad. So I decided that it needed to be what I worked on next.

I can’t just pick up BBA where I left off because I want to make something that lives up to the high standards I hold myself and my work to. I see clearly now that The Blackblood Alliance’s production was flawed, and I can’t unsee that. It needed direction. I’ll spare you the details but I learned a lot about the value of planning, organization and direction from my last job. I think I can apply what I’ve learned to a new approach for The Blackblood Alliance. 

And I’m not gonna lie, the constant outpouring of support from lovers of the BBA is where I draw a lot of my confidence, inspiration and motivation to continue its development.

I am very flattered that after all these years, you are following me and still have interest in seeing what happens next.

On my DA I will be chronicling the visual concepts and storyboards for BBA production. I will put those things on this blog as well, but I will also include more in-depth writing regarding planning and development process. I will always be open to questions, criticism and feedback, so feel free to contact me through DA. 

Thanks again for your continued support. I dont know where’d I’d be without it!

~Kay

Today, I fucked up by picking up a hitchhiker and then showing up to my own funeral.

This happened a few years ago and I was living in Zimbabwe at the time, and I was having a pretty bad day, I was going to see my auntie who lived about 400km away from me. If youre african you’ll understnad that this was no small journey. So I got in my car and set off and about 3 hours into the journey i came across a Dude by the side of the road who was going in the same direction, so out of the goodness of my heart i said jump in. we go to talking and he happened to be going to exact same village as me and he knew my auntie!.

Half an hour passes and we’re making polite chit chat and reminiscing about old times in zimbabwe, when all of a sudden he tell me to pull over, so I do. he runs out of the car and starts making wretching noises, so i assume he’s throwing up, its dark at this point so i cant really see much, so i go check on him ( first mistake). I get out and go to his side expecting him to be there but he’s not…..Then I here someone behind and me and before i know it im unconcious! so I wake up a couple hours later( iknow this becuase the sun was coming up at this point) without my car, clothes or wallet. so im thinking great. i look around and see im on some farmland wearing the giys clothes. SO i start walking in no particular direction and eventually come across a settlement.

I explain to them my situation and they tell me that the nearest main road is at least a good half a days walk from where I am and they dont get many cars coming through this part but they heard one last night ( which might be our thief). I start walking in the direction they point me in and after what felt like forever i come acroos a road, so I pitch up and start waiting, ( now i know most of you are thinking why not call someone, i had no phone with me and I dont have the best memory so I didnt know any numbers that would come in handy). after a couple of hours a car stops and lets me hitch I let him know the situaion and he says we’re in the complete opposite direction of my intended destination but he’s willing to drop me close enough to walk the rest of the way to which I thought great!

its takes a good two days to get there and he drops me off and i say my goodbyes to my driver, I take down his number so i can repay him later on. At this point im starting to recoginise my surroundings, I walk for a few miles and as im getting closer to my aunties i can here a lots of singing and what appears to be a large crowd which i though was strange. Im about 100 feet from the house and i see my Son which again i thought was strange because he was meant to be in school at this time, but instead of running to me and hugging me as he normally does…he runs away screaming to my complete bewilderment. I get to the the gate and all of a sudden the large crowd alerted by my sons scream has stopped singing and is stood silent. my wife appears and starts to run towards me hugging and kissing me like Ive been gone for months. My auntie appears and immediately faints when she sees me.

I still have no clue whats going on at this point and im exhausted, so we rush to get my auntie inside and I see my picture ontop of a large box that resembles a coffin sitting in the living room….

So it turns out that the guy who robbed me and made off with my car my wallet and all my clothes was in a car crash so bad that they couldnt identify the body and because the only things they could use to identify him was my wallet, they assumed it was me that had died in the crash. since there was no body of sorts they could arrange the funeral preety quickly and that is what I had stumbled upon. My son still has nightmares to this day and and my wife has told me never to pick up a hitch hiker ever again.

Too Long; Didnt Read > Got carjacked, robber died and family thought it was me, they arrange my funeral and I somehow manage to stumble upon my own funeral.

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Sabriel Prompt: human au where they met over the internet but live in different countries so it takes like 96 billion years to meet each other irl and when they do it is the best and there are hugs and tears and /first kisses oh my god/

I am really sorry for the wait on this one- there were some issues with my move in and I’m blaming it on that. But ‘tis nearly 2k! Enjoy~

It had all started on a Game of Thrones website, when Sam had corrected some historical information in someone’s theory, only for said someone to inform him that there were dragons in Game of Thrones and that kinda made historical accuracy a little less relevant.  It had sparked a debate between the two about the importance of tying mythology to actual historical settings, which led into talking about other shows and books that were set in medieval times, which somehow led into talking about their personal lives. The guy’s name was Gabriel, and he lived two time zones away, on the west coast.

The next thing Sam knew, he was chatting with Gabriel nearly every night, fingers clicking away eagerly as he shared his thoughts from the day. Then it spread to text messages, casually flickering back and forth throughout the day.

He pauses mid-meal to grin at a picture he’s just received, and Dean frowns. “Who’s the girl?”

“Huh?”

“You’ve got that weird Sam face that means you’re texting a new girl.” Dean takes another bite of his burrito and looks back up. “So who’s the girl? You taking her out?”

Sam rolls his eyes as he taps out a message in response. “I’m not texting a girl. I’m texting my friend Gabriel. He’s from the west coast.” He can tell Dean doesn’t believe him, but he’s too busy awaiting a response to care.

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I'm Glad I Wished For You
So I was going to put the one that I posted yesterday today, but then I saw a video, some of you might’ve seen it, but the video where WetsJet delivered presents, and I just had the ultimate inspiration so, this happened!  (*if you want to look up the video it’s called WestJet Christmas Miracle)
Sorry, but Solkat is my nature, I had to guys. Happy Holidays and a Happy Christmas!You guys are all amazing and I hope you have a nice cheery day and wake up to read this ridiculously Christmas themed-not-really-planned-story and laugh about it (or get feelings), I love you all and yeah, I hope your day is totally top!

And if you’re feeling lonely, I honestly have nothing better to do so you are absolutely welcome to message me on here and I will talk to you however long time will allow me!





He was tired of being at the airport.

Karkat knew it would be crowded, especially since it was the holiday rush, but he just wanted to get on his flight and leave to go visit his family, then get back home and return to his stereotypical teen-turning-adult college life of living off ramen noodles and playing video games until he had to go to class again. Of course with the rare events of parties and the horrible job he had to work a majority of weekdays.

He could feel people staring at him, unsurprisingly. With his naturally pitch black hair and face piercings, he stuck out like a sore thumb. His earbuds, even though they were blasting music at the highest volume, just barely shut out the noise of the other people frantically running to their planes or hastily gathering up children.

His flight wasn’t set to leave for another hour and a half, but he had gotten here two hours ago because he knew he was going to take awhile to go through all the security because of his piercings: a nose ring and stud plus a stud on his lip, so he got there extra early.

The only thing keeping him from not throwing himself under a taxi was his boyfriend.

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Today, I fucked up my whole life. My regrets as a 46 year old, and advice to others at a crossroad.

TIFU. More like more whole life really.

Hi, I my name’s John. I’ve been lurking for a while, but I’ve finally made an account to post this. I need to get my life off my chest. About me. I’m a 46 year old banker and I have been living my whole life the opposite of how I wanted. All my dreams, my passion, gone. In a steady 9-7 job. 6 days a week. For 26 years. I repeatedly chose the safe path for everything, which eventually changed who I was.

Today I found out my wife has been cheating on me for the last 10 years. My son feels nothing for me. I realised I missed my father’s funeral FOR NOTHING. I didn’t complete my novel, travelling the world, helping the homeless. All these things I thought I knew to be a certainty about myself when i was in my late teens and early twenties. If my younger self had met me today, I would have punched myself in the face. I’ll get to how those dreams were crushed soon.

Let’s start with a description of me when I was 20. It seemed only yesterday when I was sure I was going to change the world. People loved me, and I loved people. I was innovative, creative, spontaneous, risk-taking and great with people. I had two dreams. The first, was writing a utopic/dystopic book. The second, was travelling the world and helping the poor and homeless. I had been dating my wife for four years by then. Young love. She loved my spontaneity, my energy, my ability to make people laugh and feel loved. I knew my book was going to change the world. I would show the perspective of the ‘bad’ and the 'twisted’, showing my viewers that everybody thinks differently, that people never think what the do is wrong. I was 70 pages through when i was 20. I am still 70 pages in, at 46. By 20, I had backpacking around New Zealand and the Phillipines. I planned to do all of Asia, then Europe, then America (I live in Australia by the way). To date, I have only been to New Zealand and the Phillipines.

Now, we get to where it all went wrong. My biggest regrets. I was 20. I was the only child. I needed to be stable. I needed to take that graduate job, which would dictate my whole life. To devote my entire life in a 9-7 job. What was I thinking? How could I live, when the job was my life? After coming home, I would eat dinner, prepare my work for the following day, and sleep at 10pm, to wake up at 6am the following day. God, I can’t remember the last time I’ve made love to my wife.

Yesterday, my wife admitted to cheating on me for the last 10 years. 10 years. That seems like a long time, but i can’t comprehend it. It doesn’t even hurt. She says it’s because I’ve changed. I’m not the person I was. What have I been doing in the last 10 years? Outside of work, I really can’t say anything. Not being a proper husband. Not being ME. Who am I? What happened to me? I didn’t even ask for a divorce, or yell at her, or cry. I felt NOTHING. Now I can feel a tear as I write this. But not because my wife has been cheating on me, but because I am now realising I have been dying inside. What happened to that fun-loving, risk-taking, energetic person that was me, hungering to change the world? I remember being asked on a date by the most popular girl in the school, but declining her for my now-wife. God, I was really popular with the girls in high school. In university/college too. But i stayed loyal. I didn’t explore. I studied everyday.

Remember all that backpacking and book-writing I told you about? That was all in the first few years of college. I worked part-time and splurged all that I had earned. Now, I save every penny. I don’t remember a time I spend anything on anything fun. On anything for myself. What do I even want now?

My father passed ten years ago. I remember getting calls from mom, telling me he was getting sicker and sicker. I was getting busier and busier, on the verge of a big promotion. I kept putting my visit off, hoping in my mind he would hold on. He died, and I got my promotion. I haven’t seen him in 15 years. When he died, I told myself it didn’t matter what I didn’t see him. Being an atheist, I rationalized that being dead, it wouldn’t matter anyway. WHAT WAS I THINKING? Rationalizing everything, making excuses to put things off. Excuses. Procrastination. It all leads to one thing, nothing. I rationalized that financial security was the most important thing. I now know, that it definitely is not. I regret doing nothing with my energy, when I had it. My passions. My youth. I regret letting my job take over my life. I regret being an awful husband, a money-making machine. I regret not finishing my novel, not travelling the world. Not being emotionally there for my son. Being a damn emotionless wallet.

If you’re reading this, and you have a whole life ahead of you, please. Don’t procrastinate. Don’t leave your dreams for later. Relish in your energy, your passions. Don’t stay on the internet with all your spare time (unless your passion needs it). Please, do something with your life while your young. DO NOT settle down at 20. DO NOT forget your friends, your family. Yourself. Do NOT waste your life. Your ambitions. Like I did mine. Do not be like me.

Sorry for the long post, just had to get it out there.

Too Long; Didnt Read > I realised I let procrastination and money stop me from pursuing my passions when I was younger, and now I am dead inside, old and tired. (cr)

OK CAN WE PLEASE SIT DOWN AND TALK ABOUT THIS CHARACTER FOR A MOMENT.

That’s not even a question I will (over)share this anyway.

So… I was 15 and Voltron was on german television. Yay. God it was so dumb but I loved it anyway and maybe just because of this character but due to all the editing and censorship that had happened to this tv show at some point, this character had a scandinavian name and no, he didn’t die at all. Because god forbit that the targetaudience back in the day was confronted with reality and somehow this was how I learned in life that sometimes media fucks with us on a big scale. Later on, when the internet began to spread I tried to find AT LEAST the american version of this show. The german one was nowhere to be found anymore and I have to say I went through real phases of frustration. However, I managed to find out a few things about this character and hey look he’s a fucking hero! And yeah… When I finally got my hands on the american version though happiness didn’t last long. For some fucking reason, Michael Bell, who voiced him had made him sound like kermit the frog on extasy and had made up (WHAT HE THOUGHT WAS) a Norwegian accent…… WHITEWASHING, ANYONE????

WHY?

Needless to say - I felt like destiny would continuously dump on my fav fictional character ever and was I the only one who felt that this was complately wrong? 

Well. Years became decades and now and then I heard rumors about a movie and several comics but for some reason nothing seemed available to me and I sort of felt into the Transformers fandom and what not to have some nice machines. Transformers rule. hands down. 

However, not too long ago I heard about the new Netflix show coming up and I was…….. sceptical. To say the least. Oh boy was I sceptical. 
So, in the end when it came out I didn’t expect anything, I invited my sister over who had always been my partner in crime when it came to trashy shows we watched in the 90s and then we first drank a bottle of sparkling wine because it was, after all, a special day. We ordered food and finally did the thing: We turned on the show, thankfully: available in Germany. And it was everything I didnt hope to expect and more. How I freaking love when a generation grows up and digs out their childhoods toys again. 
Now, back to this character. In my head he is still Sven. I have to get used to Shiro but honest: It is so so so so so much better this way. No frog voice, no instant death and he’s suddenly THE MAN and I feel like FINALLY, after 20 years, justice has come and made this character what he REALLY is. A hero, a born leader and also: asian because fuck your hideous race-corrections. Thank you Neflix & Dreamworks - you might know that you did something very right here but you don’t even know how important your repairs on this stroy really mean to me. 

Have a doodle.