Latest Posts by pictishdolphinbookworm22 - Page 3

Wow, that would be amazing! Selkies are fabulous and I love anything with them in, especially since you’re writing it. Please do this, it would be fantastic! I’m a bit too excited but you’re such a talented writer and I know for sure that I’ll love it.

Need to get in an ask about orcas committing murder 😌

there's actually two in here! but the premise essentially is selkies, i just couldn't decide which version pleased me most. both are set in australia because Leopard Seal Selkies Are The Coolest, but one involves a lot more highly specific mythology, the other is more straightforward selkie time. the highly specific mythology one involves percy's dad a bit more, because he was not a selkie, he was ripped from obscure germanic folklore, about water shapeshifters who lure people to the water with their beautiful voice and are shapeshifters. they commonly take the forms of people, horses, and people with fish tails, but there's not really an upper limit there. percy had some shapeshifting abilities, but in order to use them he had to be Seal Mode, haha! i couldn't decide whether specific pr straightforward was better and i wrote a bit for both.

they both have the same basic premise of annabeth leaving california and moving in with her weird australian everyone-says-he's-my-uncle-but-i'm-not-convinced, chiron, and she works at a soda shop in town and tries to get her portfolio and life together in her spare time. percy comes once a week because the soda shop sells bright blue raspberry cola. there's love, there's a parallel with how gabe steals sally's seal skin and how percy willing gives annabeth his, and at some point annabeth is key in finding sally's seal skin and then sally gets to drown a guy. as a leopard seal. i admit it's pretty weird even for me, but isn't just a bit fun? to be weird?

That would definitely be fun! 😂

so do we like/want smut in this fandom corner? I'm trying to decide what to write first when I am so super late in joining...

Ooh, that sounds super nice. This post has just devolved into intense cheese adoration and I’m here for it! Guyere is also super lovely, like on a gallette with spinach and walnuts- perfection!

Irern: So what’s for dinner?

Vale: [staring at the food he just burnt] Regret.

You know what’s great- HALLOUMI! It is such a fantastic cheese, I genuinely get cravings for it. Yeah, I understand the French cheese love that you’ve got going on.

Irern: So what’s for dinner?

Vale: [staring at the food he just burnt] Regret.

I’ll go goats cheese because it is a superior cheese and all-round fabulousness. Needs some peppers or some basil and tomato to go with though. How about you?

Irern: So what’s for dinner?

Vale: [staring at the food he just burnt] Regret.

If it makes you feel better, I didn’t even notice anything was wrong and had to proper stare at it to realise what was going on, my brain is like a cheese sandwich.

Irern: So what’s for dinner?

Vale: [staring at the food he just burnt] Regret.

This is fabulous, looking gorgeous! Arthur is very much a fan, apart from the fact he funnily enough just happens to lose his train of thought rather often in council meetings now. I wonder why? Your art is amazing, seriously talented?

AU where we ignore the ending and Merlin gets to do magic freely and gets to be bad ass Royal Sorcerer of Camelot

Aww, this is adorable! They’re one of my fave couples of all time.

Kai and Irene walk into a hotel room (pre-lost plot) and Kai sulking because there's two beds

I feel like Kai would have an aneurysm if someone ruined his suit. He’s super particular, but Irene isn’t so bothered.

Kai and Irene dancing a tango during some book heist or another and it's like 90% sexual tension and flirting poorly disguised as them discussing work and 10% them actually discussing the work

It goes off without a hitch but Kai needs a veeeeery cold shower afters.

Like if you agree

Ooh, super pretty. I relate too hard to Kai right now. Yes, all the sexual tension, let’s go!

Kai and Irene dancing a tango during some book heist or another and it's like 90% sexual tension and flirting poorly disguised as them discussing work and 10% them actually discussing the work

It goes off without a hitch but Kai needs a veeeeery cold shower afters.

Like if you agree

That is a majestic cake! Hope you feel better soon.

Pretty low mood. Made cake to see if it'd make me feel better

Kinda

pink in the night

Oh my God that’s so exciting! I’m adoring the Wolfstar P and P so will for sure read the book. That’s really impressive and fun, hope it goes well for you!

ATTN: PRIDE AND PREJUDICE LOVERS, ESP ARTISTS - EXCITING PROJECT

I have been thinking a lot about the love, effort and joy I have derived from writing my Wolfstar P&P fic, and I have decided that I want to adapt it into a piece of original fiction.

I have no allusions - this is queer trash romance with a regency twist. 

BUT. It’s joyful for me to create, and I think fun for people to read (I mean, if they don’t find it resonates as original fiction as well as it does fanfic, that’s ok too! And understandable! But I’m curious to find out.) 

I’ve been looking into the self-publishing sitch on Kindle/Amazon for a while now, and I think it’s time to take the plunge. 

So, I’m planning on completing Pride and Prejudice over the next month and a half, and then adapting that work into original fiction. 

I will rewrite, rework, polish and shine that motherfucker until it gives Casey McQuinston a run for her money (except, yanno, prolly not? But we can dream). 

I also have a few original shorts of the gay romance and smut variety which I plan to self-publish in the near future as well. 

I have even decided on my pen-name for all this romance and smut I’m apparently going to publish, P&P aside - Annwyn Vix. (Had to give a little nod to my fanfiction pen name, after all.)

I wanted to share this with you all because I have felt so incredibly lucky and supported by my loyal readership (small but mighty! And the comments absolutely go off). 

You have lifted me up on days when I have felt sad, and reminded me that creativity and sharing and connecting with others is its own reward. 

To that effect - I wanted to reach out to the artists who follow me and would be interested in partnering for the branding and cover design of this original work. I envision something quite colourful and minimalist. (You would be paid for your work, of course.)

I’m not going to get rich writing this (some money would be nice) but if I can build up a community on Patreon at all similar to what I have found here and on AO3, I will feel like I have really achieved a huge life goal of mine. 

I love you all. Thank you for taking the time to read my work. 

Stay tuned for the next chapter. 

From a Facebook post;

Passing this on.

I am a Family Doctor and I want to keep a promise made to a patient.

Julie was a healthy, post-menopausal woman in my care who came in for a periodic health examination. One of my routine questions, in what is called the “Review of Systems”, was to ask if she had experienced any vaginal bleeding.

She said “No” but then laughed and added, “Other than when my period came back for a few months last year”.

All health care professionals are taught early on that ‘vaginal bleeding in a post-menopausal woman is Cancer of the Uterus until proven otherwise’. This comment by Julie was, therefore, a red flag (no pun intended) prompting further questions, an examination and an ultrasound of her pelvis.

Julie was surprised to see me so concerned, especially since the symptoms had not recurred over many months.

Sure enough, a pelvic ultrasound and tissue sampling confirmed Cancer of the Uterus.

Julie underwent a hysterectomy and radiation therapy. She is now healthy, cancer-free and is expected to stay that way.

After all this was done, Julie sat ME down for a talk. She told me she’d had no idea a ‘short return’ of her period after menopause was a danger signal. Furthermore, she addressed the topic with friends over coffee and discovered that, out of 20 women, NONE of them knew this symptom was abnormal! She admonished me to “Tell women this! Don’t assume we know it!”

From that day on, I have kept Julie’s advice in mind when talking with post-menopausal patients. But recently my wife suggested that I should take this to a wider audience.

So, Julie, this is for you:

If you are a post-menopausal woman and your period ‘comes back’ or you have even one episode of vaginal bleeding, TELL A HEALTH CARE PROFESSIONAL and insist on having it investigated!

Wishing you all good health and long lives.

This is fabulous! You’re is hilarious and I love their dynamic, especially Vale leaping from the chair like his life depends on it. Thanks so much for writing.

Hiya, could you do number 1 on the quarantine writing prompts for Silver and Vale please?

“You. Me. Quarantined for two weeks. Anything could happen.”Silver purred, leaning on the arm of Vale’s chosen armchair, well stuffed, near to the window, within arms reach of a coffee table. It was dark red.

“Yeah. I may kill you. Or we may both get sick.” Vale dryly said, he was flipping through a notebook, going over the notes of a recent case that would hopefully be going to trial when the quarantine was over. “Can I help you? You are in my light.” Silver got up, walked around the back of  the chair, dragging his fingers across Vale’s shoulders and back, Vale suppressed a shiver. He sat on the other arm.

“Is this better?”

“If you insist.” He said dryly. “Are you just here as an irritating distraction? Or do you actually have some purpose in being here?”

“This is my home.”

“Yes. You are an incredibly observant man. So you have any other shockingly new observations? Anything else that I may have missed?”

“I like this armchair.”

“I can tell. There were three strands of your hair on it when I sat down, and your slippers in front of it. I assume that the position by the window was intended for you to be able to watch the streets.” Vale said, flipping his page. “You like to know what is going on at all times and the view allows you to see who is coming to your door, and when they leave as well.”

“Anything else?”

“It was recently reupholstered, suggesting that you frequently throw yourself down onto it in a pique of melodramatic fitting.”

“Actually it was because I happen to enjoy bringing my bed partners up to this room.” Vale jumped out of the chair, stumbling over Silver’s slippers. “Oh, good lord you are gullible.” He slipped off the arm and landed over the chair. “No, you were… right the first time.” Vale had dropped his notebook in his rush to get out of the seat and Silver picked it up and held it out to him. “Thank you for the entertainment though.”

Vale snatched the notebook out of his hand. “You disgust me.”

“Would whiskey make you feel better? There’s a drinks cabinet over there.” He waved his hand toward the sideboard at the side of the doors. “If you fancy one, feel free to pour me a glass too.” Vale was going to snap back at him that he wasn't a servant, but a glass of whiskey sounded like a good idea, so he opened up the cabinet and plucked out the first bottle that he found, holding it up to examine it.

“This is good stuff.” Vale mainly said to himself as he unstoppered a bottle and splashed some into a glass.

“Of course it is.” Silver replied with an idle flutter of his fingers. “I have superb taste in alcohol, amongst other…” He watched Vale bend over to put the bottle away again. “Things.” He finished.

“I doubt you have good taste in most things.” Vale replied. He put the glass within Silver’s reach and kept the bottle in his hand. “I will give you this though. Thanks for the drink.”

“You’re welcome!” Silver called as Vale let the door shut with a thunk behind him.

anyone please ask your crush out like this

Fact: Today (September 23rd) is bisexuality awareness day. Be aware of bisexuals. They are dangerous.

OTP prompt 19 for Froststorm because I'm feeling sappy

“When I’m with you, nothing else matters.” Everything that could have gone wrong had done.

Neither of them liked hot weather, so when they’d left and felt the beginnings of a very warm day they werent too happy about it. By mid day both of them were uncomfortable and wished to be back inside of the nicely air conditioned apartmet.

There’d been a mix up with their lunches and it had taken over an hour for them to actually get what they’d ordered, by which time both were a little annoyed and very hungry.

Then the cab driver had got horrendously lost, Li Ming had thought that they were being kidnapped and about to pull his gun out when the driver managed to find his way back to the main road and he could relax a little more.

“Well.” Ao Shun said, running a hand through his hair. “That was an absolute nightmare.”

“Agreed.” Li Ming locked the door and quickly checked the security system. The flat had guards but that didn’t stop his paranoia from forcing him to sweep the place, and then cycle through all of the serveilance videos until he was satisfied with their safety. By which point, Ao Shun was impatiently tapping his foot, waiting with glasses of chilled white wine.

“Finally.” Ao Shun said, passing him the wine. “You are paranoid.”

“And you are far too relaxed.” Li Ming rolled his shoulders and pouted at the sensation of the cotton of his shirt sticking to sweaty skin. “I need a cold shower.”

“Do you need help with that?” Ao Shun nearly managed a cheeky  smirk.

“Yes.” Li Ming said in deadpan, making Ao Shun choke on his wine. “Sorry, did you expect me to be the embarrassed one?”

“I’m calling your bluff.” Li Ming set his wine glass down and started toward the master bathroom, already working on the buttons of his shirt. “Ming?”

“Call it, your majesty.” Li Ming dropped the shirt to the floor. “I’m waiting.”

Aww, very cute. Yeah, I agree about Kai being somewhat of a hopeless romantic.

Hiya, what do you reckon for 8 of the otp questions? Thanks

I think Irene probably would prefer if people didn't know that Kai was her student because they may judge her so they say that they met through work which is correct anyway.

Kai probably likes to describe Irene exactly as they met, right down to the gravel in her hair, followed by that he knew she was the one as soon as he saw her argue with Bradamant because he likes that fiery side about her.

Irene tells it very factually and calls him an idiot but kisses him anyway

I’m really enjoying learning about your ocs, they’re super cool! That last line is so great, I love it!

Evangeline’s London

The street was slick from the rain that had awoken her in the early hours of the morning. Filthy puddles collected at the edge of the road, the surface streaked rainbow from the oil dripping off the cabs as they splashed through them.

The smog swirled around her as she walked along, it never really faded, except for maybe in the summer, when the sun managed to break through the clouds and warm the city. But in the dead of winter, most days were dark, and they stayed dark all throughout the day, even at noon when the sun should have been shining through.

She brushed past people, the people were as gloomy as the city was, all dressed in heavy coats of dark colours, all greys and browns and blacks. Her dark green coat was the only colour as she cut through them. Other than the whispers between people and the squeaking wheels of the cabs, there was no sound on the streets. There wasn’t open conversation, people did not talk to each other as they walked, they murmured apologies if they bumped into people, and then continued on, heads down.

Most of the people wore something to cover their mouths, no one wanted to breathe in the foul-smelling smog, it made people cough and wheeze. Evangeline had wound her scarf around her face, over her mouth and nose, and she wasn’t the only one to do that, a lot of the other people did it too. When it got too hot for her to wear a scarf then she’d wear a veil, the scarf did a better job of filtering out the smell and taste of the air, but it was uncomfortable.

It wasn’t a short walk to work, nearly an hour, weaving through the people and hurrying across the busy roads, everyone always seemed to have a place to be, somewhere that they were going to, and not all of them had regard for others, and Evangeline found herself jostled, she was stronger than she looked though and she didn’t stumble as she simply carried on walking, knocking them out of her way.

She didn’t like the trains, didn’t like the heaving crowds that poured in and out of the underground stations. And besides, she didn’t mind walking to work, she could stop off for breakfast and coffee at the small café not too far from the office, ducking in for a quick cup of black coffee and whatever pastries that they had available for the day.

London didn’t stop. It didn’t ever stop. There was always something being done, and there was always a job to do. There were always crimes for her to investigate and solve, criminals to chase down and to stop. London was a city that was full of life, teeming with it. It was like there was a wheel, turning, pushing London on and on, no matter what horrific story was splashed on the front page of the newspaper: ‘Man murdered in Covent Garden, police searching for masked man’, according to the man selling them on the corner of the street at least.

It was a dark and dreary city, all greys and browns and blacks, and it was so alive.

Thanks, this is exactly what I needed today, it’s been a very fun day and you provided the cherry on top. It’s super sweet and your writing is gorgeous.

Hiya, can I get why are you in a tree for Kai and Irene please? Thanks.

“Why are you in a tree?” Li Ming asked, looking up at Irene and Kai perched on a thick tree branch.

“Why aren’t you in a tree?” Kai replied, Irene had a book in her hands and Kai had been reading it over her shoulder. They’d moved apart slightly when they’d heard Li Ming coming. Kai’s arms had been around her middle with his cheek on her shoulder before hand.

“Are you stuck?” He frowned.

“No, but Irene may be.” Kai replied, poking Irene in the side. She slid her bookmark in between the pages and turned to him with a sniff.

“I am more than capable of getting out of a tree.” She replied, then she looked down at Li Ming. “Is there something that you needed off one of us, Lord Li Ming?”

“His majesty Ao Shun is looking for prince Kai. I will let him know that he’s stuck up a tree.” Li Ming said, before bowing, and disappearing back into the large orchard that was over looked by one of the more luxurious palaces that Irene had seen.

“I suppose that I should see what that is about.” Kai sighed. Irene slipped the book into her bag. “But I will come and find you once we are done?”

“I’ll probably have to start getting ready for tonight soon.” Irene said. “But I will see you then.” Kai smiled before leaning in to kiss her.

“I will see you there, you’re going to be the most beautiful woman there, I already know it.” Irene rolled her eyes. “Don’t look at me like that. I know you will be, you don’t need make up or fine dresses to look beautiful. You just need a good book and your eyes light up.”

“You are too kind.” She replied.

“No, I’m not. It’s like… like watching the sunrise. Watching you light up is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen and I could sit and watch you read all day.”

“Sadly we have duties. You should see to your uncle before he sends Li Ming back out here.” Kai slipped one arm underneath her thighs and the other around her shoulders. Irene laced her fingers around the back of his neck and shut her eyes as Kai jumped down from the tree.

There was a rush of air against her face and then they landed and Kai set her on her feet. She opened her eyes again. “I will see you soon.” She said softly. “Don’t keep me waiting tonight, you’re my dance partner after all.”

“I get a dance?”

“You’ll get two if you ask nicely.”

Update:

They think I have late stage Addison’s disease.

I have more testing I have to do.

I’m without words. This is terrifying.

I can’t even let myself grieve or relax because I don’t even have enough money to be diagnosed properly OR treated.

So please, please. If you have anything to spare.. I need it now more than ever ..

I appreciate any and ALL HELP!!!

If you’d like to immediately help me my PayPal is

https://www.paypal.me/YvesOrage

I don’t want to die because I can’t afford to get treatment. I’ve come this far.. I’m desperate. I need my community now more than ever. Please don’t let me be forgotten

BOOST THIS

If you aren’t cisgender heteroromantic heterosexual, you belong in the queer community. I’m sick of seeing this bullshit “you aren’t queer enough” sort of community policing.

And by “cisgender heteroromantic heterosexual” I mean ALL THREE of those things.

Are you a trans (binary or nonbinary) person who is attracted sexually and romantically to the opposite gender? You belong in the LGBTA+ community.

Are you a cis person who is heteroromantic asexual? You belong.

Are you a cis person who is heterosexual aromantic? You belong.

Are you a cis bisexual who is currently dating a cis member of the opposite gender? You belong.

Are you an intersex individual who otherwise is heteroromantic heterosexual? You belong.

Stop trying to alienate people based on some fucked-up “level of queerness”. There are enough problems in the LGBTA+ community without people being exclusive.

And constantly only a minute away from being murdered. There’s the small issues of the thieving, the mercenaries, the scheming but yeah, no major bad points.

Silver: we’ve all got our weaknesses

Silver: i, personally, am tragically funny and good-looking

Oh, my, god. The second hand embarrassment is strong in this one. Urgh, this is hilarious!

Kai: Come on, Uncle, the math problem isn’t what’s keeping you and Li Ming apart. You two just need to bone.

Irene: [strangled frightened noise]

Ao Shun: What did you just say?

Irene: Don’t say it again!

Kai: I said you two need to bone.

Irene:

Ao Shun:

Ao Shun: how

Ao Shun: dare you, Ao Kai

Ao Shun: I am a king!

[one minute later]

Ao Shun: BONE?

[three minutes later]

Ao Shun: What happens in my bedroom, nephew, is NONE of your business.

[five minutes later]

Ao Shun: BOOooOOOOONe?

[ten minutes later]

Ao Shun: Don’t. ever.

Ao Shun: speak to me like that again.

I’m loving these boards you’re doing. And your Ocs are super interesting, it’s all very cool to hear about!

Tessa Parks is usually in possession of the team’s brain cells, she’s logical, level-headed and incredibly squeamish, the last one isn’t that useful when working with dead bodies and she usually ends up talking to the rest of the team through a shut door. But that doesn’t stop her from providing valuable assistance. She can be hard to get along with at times with a tendency of being judgemental, she can be nice. Can be.

Oh my god, me and my family do that so hard. We’re not from Somerset but still, I love that idea!

I've got two characters, Tessa and Evangeline, who are both from Somerset and whilst neither of them have particularly strong accents, I love the idea of when they are talking to each other, the accents just get stronger and stronger until its full blown

This is super adorable! Silver and cats go perfectly together, thanks for writing.

Could you write Silver getting a cat please?

Silver smiled, the corners of his lips curling slowly as he listened to the kitten purr as it eagerly nuzzled its forehead against the side of his leg. “That will not make me go any quicker.” He muttered, not that the pet would ever respond with much more than a Miaow or even more purring.

He regularly spoke to the cat now that it was a semi-regular staple in the house, coming and going as it pleased, he wasn’t even entirely sure on the creature’s name, he just called it ‘Little’, but always coming around the same time in the evening, when Silver was preparing a meal.

He could have had a maid do it, but Silver found something quite enjoyable in the art of cookery, something about the way that he could put his own unique twist on classic recipes, and the way that whoever he was dining with for the night would savour their meal, before their dessert upstairs.

But tonight, it was just Little that joined him, jumping up through the window that he’d left open to allow them in, and then down again, to slink around his ankles and serve as a tripping hazard as he searched for the bundle of rosemary in the cupboard.

He kept some fish, usually just tinned mackerel, for Little, but as he was cooking fish for himself that night, he had put some to the side, covered with a glass dome, for Little to eat with him.

“If you will be patient, we can sit down and eat together.” Silver said, finding the herbs out, more for garnish than anything, in some of the more high tech worlds that he had visited (he hadn’t particularly enjoyed them even if the mobiles had made finding partners so much easier)he could have made a killing posting pictures of his meals to one of the various social media sites that they all seemed to have. Instapin or something like that, he couldn’t remember.

He scooped Little up and put them on a cushioned chair, he then frowned and left the room. He came back in with two more cushions, picked Little up again (who had jumped up onto the counter to sniff at his meal) and set him on top of the two cushions on top of the chair, so that he could reach his plate.

“There we go, a little more civilised.” He collected their plates and set Little’s down. “Bon Appetite.” He had a glass of wine by his seat and toasted the kitten. “What a way to spend a birthday.”

I mean, it’s not really his cat, but the cat does have him very well trained?

Happy Pride!

Ooh, that’s an interesting name derivation. I too love the storm clouds the sky looks beautiful!