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late night ramblings
so onto more bookish things that are also sims adjacent, i think i finally found a plot for a story i want to write?
i won't go into too much detail but, it's mainly a queer country/cowgirl romance? bisexual girl with a lesbian nonbinary person? idk i think it would be pretty interesting.
yes this is fully based off of the horse ranch pack that i am dreaming of owning but i think i might be too poor for it rn.
but anyway i might plot some of it tonight? i have a fairly good idea of what direction i would want it to go, kind of a discovery of sexuality book maybe? idk but those are my thoughts.
see? my sims binge isn't totally useless!
writing update?
so i've actually been writing. like a lot? i finished my first chapter last night after debating and plotting my book for like a week. it's actually going pretty okay, i haven't written anything in a while so it was a bit rough to start with but i honestly think it's going good.
the story you ask? queer southern romance! well more country since its in colorado and that's not technically a southern state. mc is a girl named haley, her love interest is a nb person named mik and i adore them so much.
i'm really excited to write this so expect some updates as time goes by!
another writing update maybe
okay, it's been a bit but i've been bip boppin around doing a few things.
i'm about two and a half chapters into my story, and even though it started off a little rough (i haven't written in a few years so i'm a bit rusty) but i think it is going pretty well for right now. it def could be better but i have been keeping notes on what i would want to change for my next draft so it is going to be a lot better.
i also got a bit of writiers block, mostly because i wrote like 2k words in one day and i think i def fried my own brain. but in the meantime i played the sims and did other slightly creative stuff like makeup and small things like that to stay in the creative mood. it kinda sounds stupid but i think it helped me keep the motivation to want to continue to write.
next! i started reading flawless by elsie silver to stay on the southern/country/cowpoke romance vibe. it's pretty good, though i'm only on chapter like 13 but i do enjoy it so far.
i'm almost done yappiing, it's just been a bit. but i think once my first draft is mostly written i could explain more of the plot/synopsis on here so i know fully of what is going on. Thanks for listening to my yap lmao
twitch streamer era?
so, i've been really into productivity streams for a while, like a read with me/write with me stream, or even a reading/writing sprint stream so i made my own twitch??????
i dunno when or how long i'm going to stream since i am just starting off, but if anyone would like to follow or hang out with me while the streams are going feel free to!
https://www.twitch.tv/prince_of_pages
so, all this week, i am going to be streaming on twitch for reading/writing/study sprints. if yall are interested in joining for any of these days, feel free to join me!
https://www.twitch.tv/prince_of_pages
bruh
not me doing a deep dive of the red dead redemption 2 game because i decided to write a 1940's noir detective fanfic about the game and the characters.
stop me please
but anyway, welcome to red dead detective ig
Do any of you guys have That One Scene that you fantasize about fans making art for someday? Like you write it and you’re like this. this is an Image.
Anyway this is mine, from SOLE Project:
Matt marvels at them with the rest of the crowd. They look so good together, and powerful. The fact that Beth has just walked on water to get here reminds him just how different they are from their audience. Hans’s wings spread above her head make an iconic image that Matt knows will not be forgotten. Heck, it’ll probably be all over the Internet by the end of the day.
Kati’s Introduction Scene
A SOLE Project Excerpt
Every SOLE character gets an introduction scene like this one, though I will have to change some of them to make them more unique and distinctive. But the only changes this one will be going through is a cut, so why not memorialize it here?
Tagging @homesteadhorner @kometa-makes-art @knightedwriter @cog-writes @nicholewrites @byjillianmaria @lux-scriptum @golden-eyed-writer @ava-burton-writing @lady-redshield-writes and @westywrites
Bright light burns into one of her eyes, then moves away to the other one. She blinks uncomfortably, moving her head from side to side in a drowsy attempt to get away from it.
“Ma’am?” a voice calls out, too loud and too close. “She’s awake.”
Footsteps approach with the sharp sound of high heels. She feels each step like a stab in the head. “Leave us,” a new voice commands, and she hears rather than sees the owner of the first voice hurry away.
“Kati?” The crisp, commanding tone of the woman’s voice has disappeared. It’s now gentle, and inquiring. “Kati, can you hear me?”
Keep reading
Genuine question: Do you all prefer if I censor swear words in a story or do you not care?
Cupid's Arrows: Wind Beneath My Wings
Cast:
Blaze-Black-Love To Hate
Otto-Yellow-Familial Love
Sylvia-Purple-Shallow Love
Ike-Green-Objective Love
Pheobe-Blue--Platonic Love
Rowan-Red-Romantic Love
Mr. C-Cupid
Chapter 1
“Shit fucking damn it, no no. Nonononono”
“Cupid? Are you ok? What’s wrong?”
Sylvia halted as one of her low heels stuck to the viscous liquid on the floor.
“Is… that what I think it is?”
Cupid nodded weakly from he was curled on the floor and Sylvia’s face constricted into some combination of despair or queasiness as she helped Cupid up. A large gash ran down his shoulder, soaking into the white of his coat. That was the source of the puddle. It was so much for one being, almost too much.
“Ok, here’s what we’re going to do, I’m going to go get Ike, he’d be better at this I think. You stay put- “
Cupid let out a shaking sob.
“Right, I guess you can’t really do anything else. Uhm, ok then.”
As Sylvia took off running something like adrenaline filled her and next thing she knew she burst into Ike’s room.
“Ike I need your help, do you have any medical supplies?”
Chapter 2
It was going to be ok, Ike had been able to patch up Cupids arm, it would probably heal soon. Cupid hadn’t had to tell the story for Sylvia to piece together what must have happened. She shuddered as she thought about it.
“I’m worried, what could’ve happened between Rowan and Cupid? Is it my fault? I woke him up, he chased after them…”
The rest of what Sylvia was going to say was muffled by the fabric of her lavender hoodie as she wiped her eyes on the sleeve. She knew the result was, but the question of what had really happened was eating at her.
Ike sniffed solemnly from where he was squatting against a pillar. He didn’t shift his gaze from the point in space ahead of him but his hand found Sylvia’s with a soothing calmness.
“For the record, I don’t think it’s your fault. Rowan’s always been loyal to Cupid, you couldn’t have known what would happen.”
“Ike, thank you, just, thank you.”
“Don’t mention it, it’s what friends are for.”
Chapter 3
“Really? Wow, good for him.”
Blaze smirked at the horrified look Sylvia made in response to his comment.
“Not funny Blaze, please don’t tell Otto or Pheobe, they’d be destroyed, just say Rowan’s in his room ok?”
Blaze held up his hands in a show of good faith.
“I won’t tell them, but c’mon, Cupid had it coming.”
Before Sylvia could tell Blaze off for this remark a shout rang out from the doorway that they were standing outside of.
“Cupids awake! I better go!”
Blaze did a sarcastic salute as Sylvia hurriedly opened the door and tried to calmly walk inside.
She couldn’t remember ever being inside Cupids room now that she though about it. It was enormous, larger than everyone’s rooms combined. It was also made of white marble, at first Sylvia had wondered if this was simply a continuation of Cupids domain that she hadn’t been in before but he had insisted on coming here specifically.
Cupids room consisted of a seemingly endless hallway of pillars supporting a large slab of concrete that looked as though it could fall and squash Sylvia like a bug at any time. The floor underneath the slab was covered in a white fur runner carpet that eventually, after what must have been minutes, led up several staircase steps to a simple white bed with an ornate, gold frame. It was here that Sylvia and Ike had left Cupid laying though the being was now sitting on the edge restlessly.
“Finally, what took you so long?”
“Sorry,”
Sylvia tried to catch her breath but failed as there was nothing on the platform she could lean against.
“Is something wrong?”
“I have a question,”
Sylvia was ready in an instant, Cupid needed her and she wouldn’t fail him.
“Do you trust me?”
The question caught her off guard, of course it did. As long as Sylvia had existed she had devoted herself to Cupid and his cause. It stung slightly, that he thought it was even possible for her to doubt him anymore. Sylvia didn’t say any of this however;
“I promise.”
Chapter 4
The pat of a hand on her shoulder as she understood what was being said,
The pat of her low heels on the rug walking away,
The pat of Rowan’s shoes as he had run after Cupid.
Had he been scared? Or did he have only violence on his mind? Did he even think about his family and friends when he tried to attack?
I have to do something
Cupid's Arrows: Wind Beneath My Wings
Cast:
Blaze-Black-Love To Hate
Otto-Yellow-Familial Love
Sylvia-Purple-Shallow Love
Ike-Green-Objective Love
Pheobe-Blue--Platonic Love
Rowan-Red-Romantic Love
Mr. C-Cupid
Chapter 1
“Shit fucking damn it, no no. Nonononono”
“Cupid? Are you ok? What’s wrong?”
Sylvia halted as one of her low heels stuck to the viscous liquid on the floor.
“Is… that what I think it is?”
Cupid nodded weakly from he was curled on the floor and Sylvia’s face constricted into some combination of despair or queasiness as she helped Cupid up. A large gash ran down his shoulder, soaking into the white of his coat. That was the source of the puddle. It was so much for one being, almost too much.
“Ok, here’s what we’re going to do, I’m going to go get Ike, he’d be better at this I think. You stay put- “
Cupid let out a shaking sob.
“Right, I guess you can’t really do anything else. Uhm, ok then.”
As Sylvia took off running something like adrenaline filled her and next thing she knew she burst into Ike’s room.
“Ike I need your help, do you have any medical supplies?”
Chapter 2
It was going to be ok, Ike had been able to patch up Cupids arm, it would probably heal soon. Cupid hadn’t had to tell the story for Sylvia to piece together what must have happened. She shuddered as she thought about it.
“I’m worried, what could’ve happened between Rowan and Cupid? Is it my fault? I woke him up, he chased after them…”
The rest of what Sylvia was going to say was muffled by the fabric of her lavender hoodie as she wiped her eyes on the sleeve. She knew the result was, but the question of what had really happened was eating at her.
Ike sniffed solemnly from where he was squatting against a pillar. He didn’t shift his gaze from the point in space ahead of him but his hand found Sylvia’s with a soothing calmness.
“For the record, I don’t think it’s your fault. Rowan’s always been loyal to Cupid, you couldn’t have known what would happen.”
“Ike, thank you, just, thank you.”
“Don’t mention it, it’s what friends are for.”
Chapter 3
“Really? Wow, good for him.”
Blaze smirked at the horrified look Sylvia made in response to his comment.
“Not funny Blaze, please don’t tell Otto or Pheobe, they’d be destroyed, just say Rowan’s in his room ok?”
Blaze held up his hands in a show of good faith.
“I won’t tell them, but c’mon, Cupid had it coming.”
Before Sylvia could tell Blaze off for this remark a shout rang out from the doorway that they were standing outside of.
“Cupids awake! I better go!”
Blaze did a sarcastic salute as Sylvia hurriedly opened the door and tried to calmly walk inside.
She couldn’t remember ever being inside Cupids room now that she though about it. It was enormous, larger than everyone’s rooms combined. It was also made of white marble, at first Sylvia had wondered if this was simply a continuation of Cupids domain that she hadn’t been in before but he had insisted on coming here specifically.
Cupids room consisted of a seemingly endless hallway of pillars supporting a large slab of concrete that looked as though it could fall and squash Sylvia like a bug at any time. The floor underneath the slab was covered in a white fur runner carpet that eventually, after what must have been minutes, led up several staircase steps to a simple white bed with an ornate, gold frame. It was here that Sylvia and Ike had left Cupid laying though the being was now sitting on the edge restlessly.
“Finally, what took you so long?”
“Sorry,”
Sylvia tried to catch her breath but failed as there was nothing on the platform she could lean against.
“Is something wrong?”
“I have a question,”
Sylvia was ready in an instant, Cupid needed her and she wouldn’t fail him.
“Do you trust me?”
The question caught her off guard, of course it did. As long as Sylvia had existed she had devoted herself to Cupid and his cause. It stung slightly, that he thought it was even possible for her to doubt him anymore. Sylvia didn’t say any of this however;
“I promise.”
Chapter 4
The pat of a hand on her shoulder as she understood what was being said,
The pat of her low heels on the rug walking away,
The pat of Rowan’s shoes as he had run after Cupid.
Had he been scared? Or did he have only violence on his mind? Did he even think about his family and friends when he tried to attack?
I have to do something
Cupid's Arrows: Wind Beneath My Wings
Cast:
Blaze-Black-Love To Hate
Otto-Yellow-Familial Love
Sylvia-Purple-Shallow Love
Ike-Green-Objective Love
Pheobe-Blue--Platonic Love
Rowan-Red-Romantic Love
Mr. C-Cupid
Chapter 1
“Shit fucking damn it, no no. Nonononono”
“Cupid? Are you ok? What’s wrong?”
Sylvia halted as one of her low heels stuck to the viscous liquid on the floor.
“Is… that what I think it is?”
Cupid nodded weakly from he was curled on the floor and Sylvia’s face constricted into some combination of despair or queasiness as she helped Cupid up. A large gash ran down his shoulder, soaking into the white of his coat. That was the source of the puddle. It was so much for one being, almost too much.
“Ok, here’s what we’re going to do, I’m going to go get Ike, he’d be better at this I think. You stay put- “
Cupid let out a shaking sob.
“Right, I guess you can’t really do anything else. Uhm, ok then.”
As Sylvia took off running something like adrenaline filled her and next thing she knew she burst into Ike’s room.
“Ike I need your help, do you have any medical supplies?”
Chapter 2
It was going to be ok, Ike had been able to patch up Cupids arm, it would probably heal soon. Cupid hadn’t had to tell the story for Sylvia to piece together what must have happened. She shuddered as she thought about it.
“I’m worried, what could’ve happened between Rowan and Cupid? Is it my fault? I woke him up, he chased after them…”
The rest of what Sylvia was going to say was muffled by the fabric of her lavender hoodie as she wiped her eyes on the sleeve. She knew the result was, but the question of what had really happened was eating at her.
Ike sniffed solemnly from where he was squatting against a pillar. He didn’t shift his gaze from the point in space ahead of him but his hand found Sylvia’s with a soothing calmness.
“For the record, I don’t think it’s your fault. Rowan’s always been loyal to Cupid, you couldn’t have known what would happen.”
“Ike, thank you, just, thank you.”
“Don’t mention it, it’s what friends are for.”
Chapter 3
“Really? Wow, good for him.”
Blaze smirked at the horrified look Sylvia made in response to his comment.
“Not funny Blaze, please don’t tell Otto or Pheobe, they’d be destroyed, just say Rowan’s in his room ok?”
Blaze held up his hands in a show of good faith.
“I won’t tell them, but c’mon, Cupid had it coming.”
Before Sylvia could tell Blaze off for this remark a shout rang out from the doorway that they were standing outside of.
“Cupids awake! I better go!”
Blaze did a sarcastic salute as Sylvia hurriedly opened the door and tried to calmly walk inside.
She couldn’t remember ever being inside Cupids room now that she though about it. It was enormous, larger than everyone’s rooms combined. It was also made of white marble, at first Sylvia had wondered if this was simply a continuation of Cupids domain that she hadn’t been in before but he had insisted on coming here specifically.
Cupids room consisted of a seemingly endless hallway of pillars supporting a large slab of concrete that looked as though it could fall and squash Sylvia like a bug at any time. The floor underneath the slab was covered in a white fur runner carpet that eventually, after what must have been minutes, led up several staircase steps to a simple white bed with an ornate, gold frame. It was here that Sylvia and Ike had left Cupid laying though the being was now sitting on the edge restlessly.
“Finally, what took you so long?”
“Sorry,”
Sylvia tried to catch her breath but failed as there was nothing on the platform she could lean against.
“Is something wrong?”
“I have a question,”
Sylvia was ready in an instant, Cupid needed her and she wouldn’t fail him.
“Do you trust me?”
The question caught her off guard, of course it did. As long as Sylvia had existed she had devoted herself to Cupid and his cause. It stung slightly, that he thought it was even possible for her to doubt him anymore. Sylvia didn’t say any of this however;
“I promise.”
Chapter 4
The pat of a hand on her shoulder as she understood what was being said,
The pat of her low heels on the rug walking away,
The pat of Rowan’s shoes as he had run after Cupid.
Had he been scared? Or did he have only violence on his mind? Did he even think about his family and friends when he tried to attack?
I have to do something
I’m thinking about re-writing the first two “books” of Cupids Arrows. I’m going to post newer installments such as Ike’s next but I’ll try to put the redone parts in top priority.
Cast:
Rowan-Red-Romantic Love
Otto-Yellow-Familial Love
Ike-Green-Objective Love
Pheobe-Blue--Platonic Love
Sylvia-Purple-Shallow Love
Blaze-Black-Love To Hate
Mr. C-Cupid
Cupid's Arrows
Hotel California
The old belief is that Cupid will strike you with an arrow to make you fall in love. These days due to scientific research, we know that love is actually caused by a complex chemical reaction in the brain… maybe.
Chapter One
Maybe they were looking for each other, maybe someone set them up, maybe they met purely by chance. They met on the subway, or in the office or just on the street or in a coffee shop, Wherever two people fall in love it is there that we meet Romance incarnate, their doe eyes sit above freckles scattered sparingly across their limestone colored face like stars in the light polluted sky. Multi-shaded brown hair cascades wildly about their head, coming to rest just above their shoulders.
Romance is carrying their half drunk iced coffee in one hand, the name on it says Rowan. As they walk into the coffee shops restroom they cross to the sink. After examining a spot above their cupids bow lips in the mirror they begin rubbing their eyes. At first, a few specks of pink eyeshadow fall into the sink but after a few seconds the particles of pink begin to fizz and spark as they fall, swirling around Rowan until all that’s left is the empty coffee cup that they had set on the counter.
Chapter Two
Rowan appears, not in the sky but in a plane that looks a lot like it. Vast, white marble floors extend as far as the eye can see interrupted by the occasional pillared temple opening onto the endless baby blue sky. They wear a polyester turtleneck with a heart-cutout below the neckline.
“Rowan! You’re back!”
Exclaims a young girl in a blue bow and frilly blue and white dress.
“Come on, Mr. C’s waiting for you!”
As she grabs Rowans hand and pulls them forward her other hand brushes the dirty blond hair out of her cerulean eyes and even though Rowan has had a long day, the girls energy is infectious and soon they are running together and giggling. Suddenly she stops, panting, and points Rowan to one of the temples. She walks away as they step forward.
In the temple, on a fold up chair, sits a devilishly handsome figure with sleek white hair pulled back into a stylish man bun. He is wearing Ray-bans and gold jewelry on top of his white tuxedo jacket and matching shirt. His feet are propped up on the long folding table so that you can see his heavy black leather boots and he is leaning so far back in his chair that Rowan is astonished he hasn’t tipped over.
“Well, you certainly took your sweet time,”
Mr. C surveys Rowan over the top of his sunglasses with piercing gold eyes,
“So did you make anyone fall in love?”
Rowan stands a little taller, trying to impress Cupid.
”Yes sir, twenty seven different couples, all European based but I’m planning on hitting the eastern countries tomorrow.”
“Ok? Will they stay together or what?”
“Well-”
“And you know, I’ve been thinking R, you pride yourself on your little matchmaking abilities but I don’t think it’s worth it, you’re severely behind your quota, if you ask me I think you should just start pairing anyone together.”
“But-”
“Also,”
As Cupid continues to berate Rowan a voice growls “I’d have expected you to be happier on your ‘special day’ Cupid.”
“A pleasure to see you too darling '' Mr. C retorts as he rolls his eyes and resumes his chair leaning.
“We’re all ready for your speech, so why don’t you give it instead of picking them apart.” Blaze growls again as he gestures towards Rowan.
One by one the temple fills with dazzling people who take their seats at the table: a small child wearing yellow overalls, a woman with an hourglass body in a tight purple dress, a man wearing a green and dark green checkered suit and finally the girl in blue comes bounding back in cheerfully and begins talking to the overalled boy.
“Everyone be quiet and sit down, ”Commands Mr. C in a loud, strong voice. Blaze mutters something under his breath as he leans against a pillar, picking at his black ripped jeans.
“Ah, you always were a rather pointy arrow weren’t you? Well, you may stay standing.
Moving on, as you all know today is my ‘special day’, Valentines Day. We celebrate every year and every year I am just so disappointed in all of you. Valentine's Day is about love, so why am I not feeling more love in the world? As my arrows you are a direct representation of my power. You should all be taking your jobs much more seriously than this. R is already behind his quota, Objective you’re not doing much better, Familial, there are families out there that hate each other. What are you doing all day?! Platonic, you’re slacking off too. Hate, Shallow, you two are fine but that’s not necessarily great for everyone else, keep doing whatever you’re doing. So…”
Chapter Three
It is about an hour and a half later that Rowan is sitting on his soft bed in his room picking over a piece of ripe melon that he hears a ‘rap-tap-tap’. As he opens his door he is surprised to see Cupid standing there.
“Hey R, can we talk?” Not waiting for an answer, he brushes past Rowan onto the bedside and moves the melon to a spot on the carpet.
“I know you’re technically done for the day but I had a thought and I was hoping you would hear me out?”
Cupid takes off his jacket and glasses, his appearance now contrasting his earlier confidence.
“I thought it might help you to have a larger quota, so that you can’t put too much effort into one couple. It might make you faster.”
Rowan sits on the bed next to him.
“Cupid- Mr. C, it’s not something that can be rushed, I am romance, it’s not something that just happens. It takes time and effort and I’m still matching a large amount of people everyday, about as much as the others.”
Cupid scoffs and says “You can handle it R, besides, it doesn’t actually matter wether the people like each other in the first place, you can just make them like each other.
“No, I really can’t.”
Distressed, Rowan stands up and turns to fully face Cupid,
“Everyone has a subconscious bias in who they love. All I do is bring it to the surface. While theoretically I could force two people in love, the two would be miserable.”
Cupids posture suddenly shifts, leaning forward slightly, looking up at Rowan with his beautiful aureate eyes “Would you do it for me though?”
Cupid stands up, only a few inches shorter than Rowan, he lets his hand brush theirs,
““We used to be so good together,”
Rowan breaths a deep sigh, unable to keep his checks from blushing. There had been a time when they had let their crush get the better of them and anything Cupid wanted was carried out. But as Rowan didn’t feel that way anymore. How could he ever love someone who wanted to control others the way Cupid did.
“I’m sorry Cupid- Mr. C, try asking Pheobe or Owen.” Cupid suddenly gets up and walks to the doorway.
“I’m sorry you feel that way R. Goodnight.”
Cupid snaps the door shut coldly and Rowan lays back in his bed feeling strangely numb. He must’ve dozed off because when he wakes up, it’s morning and the woman in the purple dress from the night before is standing in his doorway.
Chapter Four
“Rowan? What happened between you and Cupid? I saw him walking to the doorway and he wouldn’t say anything to me. I think he’s angry, you were the last person to see him…”
Rowan jolts upright. “Sylvia what do you mean?”
“Exactly what I said, Cupid’s leaving, he’s going somewhere.”
As soon as the words leave Sylvia’s mouth Rowan is running out the door to scan the nearby area for Cupid. Because of his white jacket, Cupid blends in perfectly with the endless white floor. Rowan runs to where he knows there is an entrance to earth and there he sees Cupid preparing to step through the golden doorway.
“Mr.C! Wait!”
“Hmm? What’s all the fuss about R?”
Rowan uses his body to block Cupid from the door, trying in a desperate attempt to make himself heard.
“I’m sorry about last night, that’s what you want to hear right? I can’t help my nature, you made me this way but maybe I can work on it?”
Cupid sneers, his voice suddenly becoming malicious and cutting. “Oh, Romance, I should have done this a long time ago, but what a fool I was.”
Cupid turns his head up as if he can’t even look at Rowan and with a careless flick of his wrist, Rowan feels a force like a charging bull slamming into him, knocking him through the doorway and onto earth.
I'm in the middle of writing a drabble and I really want to upload it as soon as I can.