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GM mood rn...

Accurate.

It’s finally here!

The bloodiest chapter of GM to date with a whopping body count of 11. Also some sensitive material so please be careful!

Also, please don’t forget about Golden Madness’s one year anniversary contest! Where I’ll be giving away one paperback copy of GM so far on both my Instagram and Tumblr. Make sure to check out this post for more information.

As always, I’d like to thank the following people for sticking with me through the long wait in between chapters and who I hope will enjoy this new one ❤️ - @galacticlee , @olkarianprincess , @lotidge , @strugglingtoast , @januarycarnation , @bronywn , @icecream3245 , @fairy-amy , @coffee-your-teapot , @insaneworld21 , @thegreatandpowerfulcozz , @hessonite-angel-art , @landing-amongst-the-planets , @freckledporcelaindoll , @risingpheonix527 , @crescent-blue-moon , @adreamneverends , @grbgcn2 , @astra-lula , and @theladybrooklyn

Thank you and I hope you enjoy the new chapter!

"blessed are the merciful [and so cursed are we]" - AkiAngel Web Weave (CSM Spoilers)

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meeting you was a blessing i do not deserve but lover, must this be the curse we cost one another?

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(be not afraid) | wash me.

Chainsaw Man is written and drawn by Fujimoto Tatsuki  

csm / ethel cain, "ptolemaea" / csm / hozier, "from eden" / yohji yamamoto / csm / oliver baez bendorf / csm / leigh bardugo / k.c cramm / csm / bob hicok / csm / csm / salma deera / csm /  euripides, "orestes" (trans. anne carson) / leah horlick / richard siken / csm / csm / ??? / csm / csm / helen oyeyemi / csm / csm / sally wen mao

quill notes - YEAH. YEAH BENDORF????? HE'S MY FORMER POETRY PROF HOLY SHIT

Svidge Week - Day 3: Space Hospital + Light Angst

(Also a potential scene in “Golden Madness”??? Y’all are getting all the spoilers!)

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His entire body felt heavy.

As if made by lead. He knew he needed to get up, to wake. But his body wasn’t having it.

Then he heard a voice.

“Jesus, still out cold huh?” It sounded familiar, that voice. But Sven’s head hurt too much to even place it at the moment.

A hand pressed against his forehead.

A small, comforting weight against his skin. Not exactly soft, but it was warm and welcoming. Sven stirred.

Finally opening his eyes.

The world was instantly too bright, the room so pure white it hurt his eyes. But the warm hand against head soon disappeared. Sven’s eyes eventually adjusting to the harsh light.

An angel standing before him.

Long, amber-colored hair that hung to her waist. Curling at the ends in odd, choppy ways. Pale, freckled skin that seemed to glow in the room’s bright light. Big golden eyes with long lashes looked up at him, surprised.

He couldn’t breathe.

“O-Oh…hey. Um…Sven, is it? How are you feeling?” With the way she looked at him, one would think that she felt he had all the answers.

But Sven didn’t even know the questions.

“I-I am Sven. Yes, I am the good.” I am the good? Stars above, Sven wanted to smack his head in frustration. The beautiful girl before him only raised an eyebrow in confusion.

“Well…that’s great. I’m Pidge, and you’re in a, sort of, hospital. Do you remember anything from yesterday?” She moved to his side, a white lab coat clinging to her slight, slender frame. A pale green sweater and black tights peaking out from underneath. Sven swallowed.

His throat dry.

“Yes, I think so. Slav, my partner, and I were investigating a strange ship and-“ A thought suddenly surfaced in Sven’s mind. Like a drowning man breaking over the surface of the water.

“You! You’re that-“

“The one who kinda hit you in the face with a grappling hook…” Pidge’s gold eyes fluttered away from him awkwardly, pink lips pursing. But when she looked back at him her eyes were soft, apologetic.

Sad in a way Sven couldn’t figure out.

“Sorry.” By now, Sven’s headache had eased somewhat. Recognizing that he was, indeed, in an infirmary of sorts. Wearing clothes that fit him eerily well.

Perhaps they were someone else’s?

Sven tried moving. Tried to sit up from his laying-down position on a narrow medical cot. But the tick he got so much as an elbow underneath himself-

Pain exploded within his chest.

“AGH!” Those warm, small hands were on him once more. Gently guiding him back down on the cot.

Gold eyes filled with worry.

“Woah! Woah, easy there Sven. Easy.” Had he not been in so much pain, he would’ve melted into such gentleness. But Pidge seemed to ready for this. Leaving his side for  only a tick to pick out two white pills and a glass of water.

“Here, it’ll help with your injury. But be sure to tell me if anything else hurts ok? You got shot in chest, you can’t just move around like that after something so dangerous! Jeez, the healing pods didn’t even know where to begin with you, it was so bad.” She was rambling. Sounding angry with him, but those eyes...Golden and lovely.

Soft with worry.

He took the pills and washed them down, with Pidge’s assistance. Unable to answer her in the face of such genuine worry. Laying him back to rest, she lingered by his side for a few more heart beats. Sven’s own heart thumping against his chest for the pretty, kind girl who threw a grappling hook at his face.

Completely enamored.

“What you did was crazy…but you saved Lance.” She let out a small, huffing laugh. Amber curls swaying unto his arm. Sven having half a mind to reach up and run his hand through that soft mass of curls. To touch that soft cheek dotted with freckles in such a way that they put the stars to shame.

Pidge smiled.

“So thank you.” She had such a lovely smile, and Sven could only respond with one of his own. Albeit a little breathlessly.

“Y-Yes, you are welcome Pidge.” Giving him one last, warm look, Pidge turned to leave. All while Sven could only stare at her small, retreating figure.

“Just call me if you need anything and try to get some rest.” She called over her shoulder, warm curls of hair streaming behind her. Sven watching her from his cot, the pills taking affect. Making his eyelids heavy, not with pain this time, but rather just welcoming sleep. But still Sven made an effort to watch Pidge walk out of the infirmary.

His heart in tow.

Hey guys!

Yes, i am not dead. But Sweet Baby Jesus Do I Wish I Was

I am, in fact, in college. So GM has had to take a bit of a back seat so that i can focus better on my education.

My betas are also in college and the last thing i want to do is compromise their success at the professional level, so the writing and reviewing process will take a great deal longer from now on. For that, i apologize but must, once again, remind you that college has always been my focus so please respect that as best you can.

BUT GOOD NEWS!

Thanks to continued commitment from my Betas, parts of Chapter 20 have been finalized and will, therefore, be posted as my betas finish them.

However, in the midst of all these hiatuses, remember the fact my number one goal to give y'all quality work over a large quantity of rushed, sub-par work, so please respect that.

All that being said, thank you for reading and keeping up with GM despite the long waits!

Honorable Mentions - @galacticlee , @olkarianprincess , @lotidge , @strugglingtoast , @grbgcn2 , @januarycarnation , @bronywn , @fairy-amy , @coffee-your-teapot , @insaneworld21 , @thegreatandpowerfulcozz , @hessonite-angel-art , @landing-amongst-the-planets , @demoniclions , @freckledporcelaindoll , @risingpheonix527 , @crescent-blue-moon , @adreamsart , @astra-lula , @theladybrooklyn , and @disturbing-killer-bear

With Love,

potentiala

LISTEN! This makes so much sense especially in GM that it’s not even funny 😂

Y’all!! Hear me out on this: 

Lotidge Labyrinth (1986) AU

We can’t deny that Lotor would dramatically appear with sparkles in Pidge’s room

What it says on my college application: Personal interests include writing, reading, drawing, and literature/film analysis.

What I mean: I write fanfiction, I read fanfiction, I draw fanart, and I analyze the holy hell out of my books, movies, and TV shows to the point of maniacal obsession.

#when you’re staring at bae and he catches you looking

Hey! So ,it's the first time I write to someone on tumblr and I do this because I want to tell you how much you inspired me and how amazing and awesome your work is! As for the ask meme , if it's not to much to ask for, 1,4,5! Thank you ! :)

Well thank you very much for asking! :D

And a bigger thank you for your support, tbh i never thought i COULD inspire someone, so hearing you say that literally made by day! Thank you, thank you, thank you!

(I’m the raccoon)

On to the ask meme…

1. things that inspire you

In all honesty, there are too many places to name! But i’d have to say that the biggest spheres of influence for me are animated movies and Bollywood.

Weird combo, i know.

But i grew up with 80′s and 90′s animated movies from the bottom of the bargain barrel that had AMAZING ideas, but poor execution. So when i write, i remember the good and snip out the not-so-good. 

Bollywood is just crazy. 

Colorful and full of emotion. Which is what i want my writing to be associated with. Every movie is a musical and every song pure poetry (if you don’t believe me just find the English subtitles to any song, i promise its great). Which i’m also a big sucker for! ;)

4. name three authors that were influential to your work and tell why

uhhhhhhhhh…

Oh boy…

Well the first one would definitely have to be @hollyblack . 

I’ve never read any collection of work that’s impacted me as much as her. She’s the first one that got me interest in writing, the first one to really connect to me as a person. Her writing style is gritty and real, but still contains such a refined air. If i had to describe what reading her work is like, it’s like wearing fishnet stockings under your wedding dress in a forest filled with Faeries.

The second one would have to be @/titekubo

Not because of the ending of Bleach OH GOD NO PLEASE DONT BRING THAT MESS ONTO MY GOOD DISCOURSE-FREE BLOG

But because the large portion of Bleach had such poetic, symbolic relationships and character arcs. Every chapter’s title was like a line out of a poem and, obviously, I've tried to emulate that as much as possible. 

And though his version of the ending spelled disaster for his own characters’ development, i admire how beautiful the majority of the story and it’s characters were. 

Last, but not least, would have to be @gailcarsonlavine

Most know her for her book ‘Ella Enchanted’, but what i love her for is her lesser known book ‘Fairest’. 

It had everything i love about Lavine’s work: her dedication to her characters, her weaving of good vs bad, and her heart-twisting fairy tale romance. But ‘Fairest’ was different. It was a Beauty and the Beast retelling (a trope you must know i use a lot).

But both the Beauty and the Beast were the same character. 

It was a self-acceptance book ahead of them all. And when i was twelve it kept me going when nothing else did.

5. since how long ago do you write

Welp, this is embarrassing…but i first started writing seriously in FIVE years ago.

Yeah.

I’m old!

But it all started, as most great things do, with crappy fanfiction and a Wattpad account. God knows how much blackmail material is on my old account. 

I still look back at those old files and cringe so hard I’m tempted to throw my computer at a wall. 

But i hang onto those files.

Because, yeah, they were bad. But they were mine. They had my ideas, my time, and my effort in them. I keep them around to show my development and thank God i know what i’m doing now.

Sorry for the long reply, but i wanted to make sure i gave your questions the answers they deserve!

Thanks for the ask! And i wish you luck with all your writing endeavors as well.

They had slept in the same bed out of necessity, but come morning...Lotor couldn't find it within himself to regret their decision. Even if she snored. Like really, really snored. But even still, Lotor couldn't help but snuggle closer. She was so warm...the Green Paladin wasn't sick was she? Taking a strand of her warmth-colored hair, Lotor mused on the small woman sleeping, snoring against him. Soft against his battle-worn hands. This woman, he thought. Troublesome to his Empire in every way. Troublesome to the Prince's own health! Pidge shifted. Moving on her side so that she faced him. Still snoring like a damn engine. But Lotor didn't care. How could he? Her face looked so soft like this. So young and relaxed in the morning light. Hair splayed all around her in maddening, illogical patterns. She looked so different like this. So much unlike the blasted little demon she became whenever they fought. He stared at her mouth. At the soft curves of her upper lip. The plushness of her bottom one. Then Lotor realized something. Realized something with a jolt so bad, the Prince nearly fell out of their shared bed altogether. He cursed her, cursed the little woman inching closer to him. All while wanting to laugh. Damn this little Thief of Hearts.