writing fiction of the fan and non fan kind. See here for SasuHina, Reylo, Kacchako and others.
HI~! I am sorry I didn’t see this ask earlier!
I am looking it up! Although doing any reading is gonna be… haha. okay. I’m doing a bit better, for instance I am no longer sick and I am kind of handling my crazy schedule with a semblance of responsibility so there’s this small chance I might have spare time.
Maybe.
It is on my list of things to do! Thank you for the suggestion! I hope I can get inspired for stuff like this soon!
-Inky
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My dear, I can’t even… like… you know Tsunamis happen and it’s terrible right?
Have you heard of those?
😛
…no.
I’m actually kind of grossed out by the thought of it.
Like… would it look like…a slimey wiener dog?
*shudder*
You know what.
I’m going to indulge this ask. Just for shits and giggles.
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It was the nightmare of the forest.
Running on all four legs usually rendered one more rapid, and that was the case for the mice and foxes, for the long legged deer. But for her, no for her there was only the panic of her heart beating too fast, the danger of dying from overexerting and nothing to help but the knowledge that a bite at her body would hopefully maim as she perished.
How she wished she had something other than the spines along her back to save her.
The dogs came with the apocalyptic sounds of the trumpets and the chaotic thunder of horse hoofs. Usually they were aimed at bigger more impressive trophies. Antlered beauty ancient and powerful, or the bright and flashy fur of the red tailed foxes.
That did not mean she and her brethren were safe. No, that just meant they had more breaths to spend getting away. She should have moved faster.
“It’s coming, Knit! It’s coming!” Ahead her little brother squeaked his terror, feeling in the ground the falling paws of the hunting hound, too young to know the danger they posed, too big to not be a danger to them in turn.
Their spikes might slice his lips and render his mouth useless but it would only be after being shaken roughly, and the snap of their neck could come easy then. Would, if she couldn’t move faster-
“Run, Knit!” The squeak sharpened from panic to terror. “Run!” And she knew, with her beady eyes closing, and her heart taking off in the direction of dying that this was it.
The hot breath of the beast behind her sent her spines to bristling, and as she gasped a last breath she heard his order firm and calm among the panting horror of the hunting hound’s growls.
“Cover your face, Knit.”
She should have listened.
A porcupine, young and unfamiliar rolled out of the undergrowth, needle point spines glinting wicked in the dim light of the setting sun.
The hound skid to a stop, grunted with furious indecision as the bigger more aggressive animal came barreling in his direction, but he never had a chance to choose who to destroy.
A snarl from the unknown porcupine shifted the world on it’s axis, and it was a sheer miracle alone that kept her from being blinded for in that moment, like a bomb exploded the porcupine’s quills erupted in a shower of brutal sharpness.
Ducking at the last moment to protect her eyes Knit squeaked in surprise, listening to the sudden turn from fury to agony from the hunting hound, his stumbling step shaking the forest ground with his closeness.
“And don’t come back!” The strange porcupine roared, rising on back legs to watch the pin cushion of a dog scamper away in terror, limping and whining in pain.
“Knit!” Her brother’s shrieks were dim in the background as she stared, lifting her head slowly from under her forelegs to study the creature that had saved her. Quills lay imbedded in the trees and ground, in the branches and bushes and his own back slowly regrew the coating of weaponry so he shrugged his shoulders as if shaking off mild discomfort.
Glancing back at them she blinked, surprised to find his face coated in a thick layer of mud, wrapped around his eyes and snout so that the features of his face were not clear.
“Who…?” she began because of course she wanted to know. What kind of creature was he? What kind of porcupine? A different breed? A different thing altogether.
“Call me… Sargeant Shrapnel.” He winked, and before her brother reached her he was gone, thrown into the foliage of the forest floor, disappearing like he had never been.
“Knit!” Her brother’s paws shook her roughly, but could not bring her back to earth. “Knit! Are you okay?”
Knit blinked, slowly turning her face from where the porcupine had gone to her brother’s worried little face before breaking out into a laugh that was halfway to mad, but mostly just relieved.
“I’m all right… I… I think I just met a hero…”
****
You know that moment when you take a random thing WAY too seriously?
Yeah. This is what it looks like.
Its when I see you sound asleep
That I berate myself
You are so calm, at peace and deep
inside another realm
I’m lonely with your heart right there
Beating by my side
Somewhere away, your soul drifts out
Without me into night
So when I wake you, tickling toes
tugging on your ear
Bugging you to look at me, please know it’s just I fear
That you will leave me one day
Not to dream but live away
With someone else in mind
And in the panic I just need
Your eyes to fix on mine
THINGS WHICH MAKE WRITERS ANXIOUS:
- not writing
- writing
- people reading their stories
- people not reading their stories
….i hate this reality…
mentally i am living in a cabin in the middle of nowhere in the woods of oregon and it’s foggy and i am wearing a big sweater and baking banana bread
…. a little further north but this is literally my fall and winter every year lolololol
NOT DWAYNE THE ROCK JOHNSON.
Dewayne Lee Johnson, 46, worked as a school groundskeeper for several years. He regularly used commercial-grade roundup to spray for weeds on the school grounds. He followed label safety instructions for application, but twice, equipment broke and he was drenched head to toe in the chemical. He reported skin irritation and stinging sensations after, and followed label instructions for skin exposure, but was told the herbicide was not dangerous.
Shortly after, he developed health problems and was diagnosed with
non-Hodgkin’s lymphoma. His case was expedited through the legal system, as his doctors don’t think he’ll live more than a few months. (This is not uncommon with cases where the plaintiff has a terminal illness.)
He is not the only person to develop non-Hodgkin’s lymphoma after Roundup exposure. Not even close. There’s a class-action against Monsanto for people who developed non-Hodgkin’s lymphoma, leukemia, and
multiple myeloma after Roundup exposure now.
One of the things Mr. Johnson said during the trial was that, while his own health problems are obviously severe, he’s more worried for the children who may have been exposed over the years. He said to the judge that he’s absolutely horrified that his actions may have exposed children to dangerous chemicals, and that had he known how dangerous roundup was he never would have used it near children.
But, of course he didn’t, and neither did the school that employed him. Because the information was purposefully withheld by Monsanto.
He’s stated that he hopes that his case can prevent kids and other people from getting sick from exposure to the stuff in the future, and his main concern financially was to make sure his family (his wife and daughters) are taken care of, since his case is, of course, terminal.
His wife has been working two 40 hour a week jobs to keep the bills paid since his diagnosis, and they’ve racked up a LOT of medical debt during his treatment that he was worried would ruin his family after his death.
Not to mention, a wife is going to lose her husband, his parents their son, and his daughters their father. And so are many other people. Because Monsanto lied. For decades.
boy do i hate that bloody company.
“I have to stay awake until four in the morning,” she says, while falling asleep.
-an excerpt from my life
Sasu-Hina Drabble
Walking around at night was not the kind of thing that she
did lightly. There were stories of drunkards and creepers and other nasties of
the nightmare realm that haunted her every step after dusk. Stories her cousin
had told with his serious no nonsense expression sealing them with a shiny
varnish of truth despite their fantastical paranoia.
Something major had to drive her out of doors anytime after
ten at night. A call from a friend, or a social event she did not want to miss
despite being torn about staying home knitting and watching old movies.
Four am, however was well past the realm of normal. Four am
was a true emergency. Four am meant panic.
“Wait!”
His voice echoed with a chilly clarity in the endless
silence of the empty streets and she chided herself for being glad to hear it.
“Hinata!”
Arms crossed protectively to keep her sweater closed she
picked up the pace so that her hips, stiff with sleep and the sudden chill
protested.
“You… unreasonable female!”
It almost sounded like a toddler tantrum, that snarl behind
her. Brows furrowed, jaw tight she plowed on, glancing back and forth along the
empty street with it’s golden streetlight glow before making a dash across the
four lanes.
“Hyuuga!”
“I… I do not wish to speak with you!”
“Do I look like a genie? I could hardly care what you wish
right now-“ Right behind her, that’s where he was and Hinata made a noise not
unlike a cat being chucked at water when his hand grabbed at her elbow.
“I will scream!” It was such a dramatic thing to say,
already so loud in the quiet sleepiness of a very early morning and Sasuke
Uchiha looked her straight in the face and rolled his eyes.
“Go ahead.”
It took only a moment for Hinata’s mouth to open for his
hand to slap out, cutting of the shrill shriek she was fairly sure would come
out weak kneed and useless but which seemed to do the trick in making him
finally take her seriously. “Alright, alright stop! Just give me a second to
explain!”
“Explain?” The muffled retort still managed to convey the
Hyuuga’s disbelief as she shook her head away from his hand. “You… you… you
took advantage of me!”
Sasuke blanched, something she had never seen him do before
and which she had to admit made a curious little splinter of doubt wiggle in
the back of her brain.
“You think I- we-,” he stopped, blinked at her for a moment
and then did the most un-Sasuke-like thing next to blanching that he could do. He
laughed.
Louder than any scream she could have provided, more riotous
than the waking birds disturbed by their dramatic discussion he shoved a hand
to his face and rubbed at the weariness that lingered there.
“For your information,” He began, induced to speak at the
look of disarmed disbelief on Hinata’s face. “You had a lot more of the wine at
Ino’s birthday dinner than you realized.”
“If you knew that then why would you-?”
“I only-“
“-take me home? Regardless of how I was behaving, it was
most ungentleman-like to…to take advantage of the fact I was-“
Sasuke cocked his head, frown sharp but eyes sharper. “Regardless
of how you were behaving? What exactly do you recall doing?”
It was then Hinata’s turn to blanch, followed by the most
infernal of all her blushes so that for a moment she thought the birds mistook
her for the sun as they whistled their first sleepy tunes.
“I…well, I… don’t make me say it!”
How could he ask that of her? It was bad enough she could
remember thinking about his mouth, about the flick of his tongue when he licked
the olive from his martini and the awful incriminating thoughts of how his kiss
would taste of liquor and sugar and spice.
Sasuke continued to stare, clever Uchiha brain rushing to
catch up for there was something to be said about that pink face, some tid bit
that might change his life if he could just grasp it fast enough, catch on and
exploit the frazzled widening of her eyes, the blatant pink hue overtaking her
face and neck.
“You…” He frowned, puzzle pieces slowly coming together as
he straightened, and then smirked. “You think you came on to me.”
Hinata blinked back, unsure if she had heard correctly
through her melting eardrums.
“I…d…did I…not?”
Smirk widening still Sasuke shoved his hands into the
pockets of his sweatpants, taking a languid easy step back and away before
turning around.
“You’re always going to wonder, aren’t you.” And it was not
a question, not when Hinata stumbled two steps after him, stunned by the fact
that the tables had turned and the chase which had sent her scrambling out of
his apartment and into the cold breeze of an early morning was now flipped on
it’s head.
“Wait a second!”
“Sticks and stones.” Sasuke sang in reply, a lilting tune
that froze her midstride. “May break my bones but…”
And the rest of the night came flooding back.
The wine and how fruity sweet it slid down her throat, how
pleasant it numbed her fingers and toes, the way her eyes lingered on his face,
on the way his neck stretched when he emptied his glass, the flicker of
curiosity in his gaze when he met her eyes.
Ino drunk and out of sorts carried home in Kiba’s arms, and
Hinata curled at the edge of the bar, with her head in her arms and her eyes
watching him the whole while.
They had thrown questions back and forth, those sober enough
not to slur. Who was driving who home? “I’ll take Ino and Shika, they can’t bus
like this.”
“That’s all the seats in the car, yes?”
“What about Tenten?”
“Lee took her home.”
“And Shino?”
“I have him, but the backseat is full.”
A long pause had followed as their eyes landed on her, and
she had waved cheerfully, propping her chin in her palm before motioning at
Sasuke to take her hand.
“I’ll take her home.” It had been reluctantly said.
All of the flirting she had thought she had done… had been
in her head.
He had walked her three blocks, with his arm around her
waist, supporting her uneasy stumbling gait. Had smirked at her singing, the
soft quiet tune about bones and words and dark eyed cute boys.
“Oh… God.” She
groaned, burying her face in her hands just loud enough for him to turn back
around, walking slowly the way he had come.
“It’s four in the morning, you’re still mostly drunk you
know.”
“I’m so stupid.”
“You really should sleep more.”
“How can you stand
me?”
“I make a mean cup of coffee.”
“I accused you of…oh my gooood.”
“Well.” Sasuke cocked his head, once more on the other side
of the road and waiting to see what she would do, but he was not worried. He
could see her eyes squinting at him through her fingers and the edge of her
mouth fighting off a smile.
“If you had indeed come on to me…” He shrugged, looked away
and waited for her wide open mouth to close before adding. “I won’t say I
wouldn’t have been tempted.”
It took a lot of effort to finally cross the street. But
when she finally did at least she wasn’t walking outside in the dark alone
anymore.
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